Well, I thought I was getting better, BUT, my infection has now moved into my chest and turned itself into what I believe to be Bronchitus. So, I got my antibiotic filled. Today I sound like a transvestite on drugs. Really, I don't sound well at all. So, I am going home to bed and hoping to really sleep until tomorrow. Sorry to all my readers (all 5 of you) that I don't have anything fun to say. Adios until tomorrow.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Oh, I forgot to mention...
I've lost 6 pounds on Sugar Busters and excercise! I havent' workout in a week in a half though due to migraines and now this stupid infection, but I have still been eating pretty good. 6 pounds wooohooo! 10 more to go and I will be a happy camper.
Did you miss me?
I'm back! How long has it been? Too long. I am recovering from a Viral Infection that kicked me in the ass and then left me lying there in pain. I have not been that sick in a long time and if it's up to me, I won't be again for awhile either. First day at work is today and spent most of the day catching up on work, but now I am catching up on blogs. I am way behind. My update today will be in bullet format.
- My sister is having twins! Boys
- My friend Jen is doing great at her job and we went and celebrated on Friday night. Lots of drinks and fun.
- Saturday morning not so fun.
- Saturday night Rosh Hashanah at Aunt and Uncle's. Fun, one of the kids threw up all over the place including my StepMom, poor StepMom.
- Spent night at MIL as we were supposed to take her out for a drink, but we both felt like crap.
- Sunday, cleaned house, not so fun.
- Sunday night sick, Monday morning sicker, Monday night sickest.
- Tuesday morning, sick, slept, slept, finished a book, slept.
- I had so many cough drops during the night, I woke up spitting blue.
- Wednesday, work, bluh!
Still not feeling 100% but I am back in the game. I am throwing a wedding shower this weekend and am a little behind in planning, but I can do it! Haven't started, but I can do it!
Sorry, that's all I've got right now. I will try to find something mindless and easy to copy to share with you.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Sneezy and Sleepy
I feel like crap. This is my post for today because I will be going home and crawling into bed and staying there until I feel human again.
Friday, September 24, 2004
For Laziness' Sake
Love this one. Sounds like something I would do.
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told
my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easy. Around
3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the
darn cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another
9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible
conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
"Midnight". He did not seem upset at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he
said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'Oh
shit', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee
table and farted."
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told
my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easy. Around
3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the
darn cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another
9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible
conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
"Midnight". He did not seem upset at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he
said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'Oh
shit', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee
table and farted."
My Brain Hurts
That's Jazzmanian for I have a pounding headache complete with low grade fever. Lucky me. I felt great when I went to my 1:00 meeting that started at 2:00. (bangs fist on table). See we really needed the whole presentation on Respecting Priorities yesterday. An hour later, I have a vague idea of what to market for the remainder of the year on a food and beverage level, but don't really have all the information I need in order to do so. Like specific dates. Those would be helpful.
So the plan for tonightis to go home and lay down. J is coming up from town and we are going to go out with or without hubby bubby. Hopefully she will not get stranded with possible rain rain rain from Tropical Storm Ivanna Rain All Over You. Have to give credit to hubby for that one. Ivanna blow down your trees. Ivanna never go away. Tomorrow is Rosh Hashana and so will be doing the family break fast thing. Don't ask me to explain because I am only half Jewish and I don't really keep up with all of it, but Dad and Step Mom and most of family in the area is Jewish so I will be attending break fast, but no fasting or services for me. Sunday I am going to sit on my big fat butt and do absolutely nothing and that's the way I like it. I have to have at least one day a week where no one wants anything from me or I get a little cranky. What in the world will I do when I have kids.
Little Bits of Fun:
My new way of telling our assistants that I am going to the bathroom, "I am off to see the Wizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-ard." hee hee
Stickers on saw on the back windshield's of trucks driving home yesterday:
Street Glow (huh???)
Trouble Maker (Yea, you make so much trouble, you have to tell people you are a trouble maker) Surprisingly I did not see the family name on the back of any vehicle (filled with said family) yesterday. Why is it that certain people feel the need to display their family name in huge ghetto letters on the back of their vehicle. I am not trying to be racist at all, but you don't see white people with "SMITH" spelled out on the back of their BMW. Wouldn't that be a sight to see.
The latest Bud commercial, Mr. Pro Sports Heckler, pay attention next time you hear this one. It's funny. Too bad I can't recite it for you. I don't have the back up singer, so it wouldn't be as good.
Read an article about the other day that was pretty interesting and reminding me of blogging. Check out this site. http://storycorps.net/about/.
Well that's my fun for today. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll see you all back here Monday.
So the plan for tonightis to go home and lay down. J is coming up from town and we are going to go out with or without hubby bubby. Hopefully she will not get stranded with possible rain rain rain from Tropical Storm Ivanna Rain All Over You. Have to give credit to hubby for that one. Ivanna blow down your trees. Ivanna never go away. Tomorrow is Rosh Hashana and so will be doing the family break fast thing. Don't ask me to explain because I am only half Jewish and I don't really keep up with all of it, but Dad and Step Mom and most of family in the area is Jewish so I will be attending break fast, but no fasting or services for me. Sunday I am going to sit on my big fat butt and do absolutely nothing and that's the way I like it. I have to have at least one day a week where no one wants anything from me or I get a little cranky. What in the world will I do when I have kids.
Little Bits of Fun:
My new way of telling our assistants that I am going to the bathroom, "I am off to see the Wizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-ard." hee hee
Stickers on saw on the back windshield's of trucks driving home yesterday:
Street Glow (huh???)
Trouble Maker (Yea, you make so much trouble, you have to tell people you are a trouble maker) Surprisingly I did not see the family name on the back of any vehicle (filled with said family) yesterday. Why is it that certain people feel the need to display their family name in huge ghetto letters on the back of their vehicle. I am not trying to be racist at all, but you don't see white people with "SMITH" spelled out on the back of their BMW. Wouldn't that be a sight to see.
The latest Bud commercial, Mr. Pro Sports Heckler, pay attention next time you hear this one. It's funny. Too bad I can't recite it for you. I don't have the back up singer, so it wouldn't be as good.
Read an article about the other day that was pretty interesting and reminding me of blogging. Check out this site. http://storycorps.net/about/.
Well that's my fun for today. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll see you all back here Monday.
Boring Old Title
I am busy today so sorry no words of wisdom or dorkiness to share yet. I'm off to a meeting so imagine something here witty and funny that will tide you over till I come back to bore your socks off!
Thursday, September 23, 2004
FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT
As I was supposed to present in our management staff meeting today one of our core values with my boss, I created the following. As we are in the middle of budget and I have not seen said boss in oh about a week, we are not presenting. I wrote this fun little thing about Respecting Priorities. Now it is for your amusement. Enjoy!
“Oh no, I’m late, I’m late,
I can’t believe I missed this date.
I couldn’t get here on time at all
I had things to do and get at the mall.
Is this where the meeting is? I’m not sure
Oh, wait I was supposed to give a tour.
I didn’t come to your meeting today
I really didn’t want to hear what you had to say.
(Phone Rings), Oh, that’s my cell phone,
Excuse me, I’m sorry, I have to go home.
Did you need something from me?
I just haven’t gotten to it as you can see.
That project was due yesterday?
Oh well, I thought it was due today.
So I was talking through your presentation?
Well I was telling Kathy about my vacation.
People like me have so many stories
You see, they just don’t RESPECT PRIORITIES.”
Now, go ahead, tell me I am a dork! Now I am off to make something up to talk about at said management staff meeting in 30 minutes. Marketing Update. Hmmm?
“Oh no, I’m late, I’m late,
I can’t believe I missed this date.
I couldn’t get here on time at all
I had things to do and get at the mall.
Is this where the meeting is? I’m not sure
Oh, wait I was supposed to give a tour.
I didn’t come to your meeting today
I really didn’t want to hear what you had to say.
(Phone Rings), Oh, that’s my cell phone,
Excuse me, I’m sorry, I have to go home.
Did you need something from me?
I just haven’t gotten to it as you can see.
That project was due yesterday?
Oh well, I thought it was due today.
So I was talking through your presentation?
Well I was telling Kathy about my vacation.
People like me have so many stories
You see, they just don’t RESPECT PRIORITIES.”
Now, go ahead, tell me I am a dork! Now I am off to make something up to talk about at said management staff meeting in 30 minutes. Marketing Update. Hmmm?
Need Help!
I am looking to buy a digital camera. I want at least 3.3 Megapixels and would like to spend less than $500 brand new. I want ease of use, good quality prints. Probably won't blow anything up more than 8 x 10 for now. Any suggestions?
The storm that never ends
It seems that Ivan now wants a little piece of Texas, Yippee Kye Yay! See we experienced a nice little storm like this a few years ago. Her pretty little name was Allison and she flooded the whole damn city. I am slightly bitter about Ms. Allison. Not because I got flooded out, but because I got flooded in. See the weekend Ms. Allison made her new home in the Houston area, was also 4 days after my boyfriend of 3 years said that he just couldn't give me what I needed and said "Bye bye." So my friend J was going to cheer me up that weekend and we were going to hang out and do fun girly things. But Ms. Allison moved in and lucky J was stuck in Las Vegas for 3 extra days. Well isn't that special. I spent 3 days straight watching the news of Ms. Allison, watching 18 wheelers float down freeways with jetski's flying by right next to them. I was not completely self involved. Good person that I am, cleaned out my closet and took stuff to the nearest Red Cross. It really was a horrible storm although I am sure anybody in Florida would laugh at me and say, yeah right. So, Ivan wants a piece of Texas. News this morning says, well we need some rain. I don't think they want 15 inches, which is a possibility. Only if they cancel work. Which I doubt very seriously since I work in the hospitality industry. Hubby is off today and tomorrow and I would love to snuggle up in bed all day long and do nothing with him. We never get time off together.
Bring it on Ivan. Let Texas kick your big ass outta here!
Bring it on Ivan. Let Texas kick your big ass outta here!
Sucker like a Hoover
I am definitely hyper today with a small side of allergy. I am guessing it was the B12 shot I got this (i just went to type this and typed shit, hmmm?) morning. Shot hurt like hell by the way, I think the nurse is slowly moving up to the lower back region, get back to the ass, there is more cushion there for that there needle. And I still have a mark from the band aid from last weeks (Wednesday) shot. Ouch! I didn't sleep well and still feeling a little crappy, but I am hyper and find myself smiling for no reason. After a week of feeling like death warmed over and faking smiles, this feels good! Real good!
So, I am a sucker for Reality Shows. I hate to admit it but I get sucked in every time. I had said that I probably wouldn't watch The Bachelor anymore as it was getting ridiculous and predictable. Imagine that, a staged showed ridiculous and predictable. Anyways, yesterday I decided to look up who The Bachelor was and to my surprise, they are two 40 year old men up for the position. I think, how stupid, but I guess they need love too. So the 25 women first get to choose who they want to be their Bachelor and then that Bachelor turns around and eliminates 10 girls. So the first thing I look at is how old are these women. Kudos to ABC for not picking all 25 year old girls to go out with 40 year old men. And of course, like any good and proper reality show, we have the token black girl, the token asian, the token beeatch (probably the highest paid actress on the show) and the token cry baby. One of the girls was actually crying last night before the rose ceremony because she just loved him so much. You have known this man for one day. You can't possibly want to "open your heart" up to him just yet. And token beeatch, well she voted for the other bachelor that didn't get picked, but now that Byron is the only one here, well, "I'm here to, (pause for effect) um, get him in the end." Basically, she is there to win, she doesn't want the man, she doesn't want to fall in love, she doesn't even want to get married, she wants to win. At the end she would look around and go, "Is that all I get, you? Wait, I thought I won something, oh well, at least I WON." I know, I know, she is probably just internalizing her feelings of need and inadequacy. Shove it where the sun don't shine! She herself admits she is a money grubbing, materialistic bitch. Well, at least she is honest with herself.
Sucker like a Hoover, yeah that's me. What are you a sucker for?
So, I am a sucker for Reality Shows. I hate to admit it but I get sucked in every time. I had said that I probably wouldn't watch The Bachelor anymore as it was getting ridiculous and predictable. Imagine that, a staged showed ridiculous and predictable. Anyways, yesterday I decided to look up who The Bachelor was and to my surprise, they are two 40 year old men up for the position. I think, how stupid, but I guess they need love too. So the 25 women first get to choose who they want to be their Bachelor and then that Bachelor turns around and eliminates 10 girls. So the first thing I look at is how old are these women. Kudos to ABC for not picking all 25 year old girls to go out with 40 year old men. And of course, like any good and proper reality show, we have the token black girl, the token asian, the token beeatch (probably the highest paid actress on the show) and the token cry baby. One of the girls was actually crying last night before the rose ceremony because she just loved him so much. You have known this man for one day. You can't possibly want to "open your heart" up to him just yet. And token beeatch, well she voted for the other bachelor that didn't get picked, but now that Byron is the only one here, well, "I'm here to, (pause for effect) um, get him in the end." Basically, she is there to win, she doesn't want the man, she doesn't want to fall in love, she doesn't even want to get married, she wants to win. At the end she would look around and go, "Is that all I get, you? Wait, I thought I won something, oh well, at least I WON." I know, I know, she is probably just internalizing her feelings of need and inadequacy. Shove it where the sun don't shine! She herself admits she is a money grubbing, materialistic bitch. Well, at least she is honest with herself.
Sucker like a Hoover, yeah that's me. What are you a sucker for?
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Word of the Day
Shitfire. That is the word of the day. It is a word of the day a lot for me. Example, "What do you mean you don't know when that baby is due. Well, shitfire!" That's for you sis. I have a lot of fun words I like to use. Here's just a few for your enjoyment:
holy canoli
holy macaroni
Son of a bum
dernit
cool beans (yes this actually comes out of my mouth on occasion)
Whoa, nelly
Great Balls of Fire
All of these are of course when I am trying to not be a cusser. I am the Cusser. My husband calls me this when bad words come out of my mouth. I have to learn to use alternatives so as not to teach my unborn, unthoughtof children the horrible curse words that I so lovingly use.
holy canoli
holy macaroni
Son of a bum
dernit
cool beans (yes this actually comes out of my mouth on occasion)
Whoa, nelly
Great Balls of Fire
All of these are of course when I am trying to not be a cusser. I am the Cusser. My husband calls me this when bad words come out of my mouth. I have to learn to use alternatives so as not to teach my unborn, unthoughtof children the horrible curse words that I so lovingly use.
Getting to know me, edition #125,548,278,536,125
1. What time do you get up? between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m.
2. If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be? My grandpa
3. Gold or silver? silver
4. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Half of Little Black Book
5. What is/are your favorite TV show(s) CSI Miami, The Apprentice
6. What did you have for breakfast? a peach
7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with? a downer, a criminal
8. What is your middle name? Rhea
9. Beach, City or Country? Beach AND Country...just depends
10. Favorite ice cream? Coffee Heath Bar Crunch by Ben & Jerry's
11. Butter, plain or salted popcorn? butter
12. What kind of car do you drive? 1996 Volkswagen Jetta
13. Favorite sandwich: Turkey
14. What characteristic do you despise? fakers
15. Favorite flower? Calla Lillies
16. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Australia
17. What color is your bathroom? apartment off white
18. Favorite brand of clothing? New clothes, don't care what brand
19. Where would you retire? On the beach in the mountains. Somewhere like Costa Rica or Hawaii
20. Favorite day of the week? Saturday
21. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner with friends and family at PF Changs
22. Where were you born? Austin, TX Hook Em Horns!
23. Favorite sport to watch? Football and gymnastics
24. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? people that don't like to do these type of emails
25. Person you expect to send it back first? Who knows! I hate these silly questions, because whoever you say for either will do the opposite just to prove you wrong.
26. What fabric detergent do you use? Tide
27. Coke or Pepsi? Neither, water
28. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night owl
29. Do you have any pets? Nope
Tell me something interesting about you! Remember you can comment anonymously!
2. If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be? My grandpa
3. Gold or silver? silver
4. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Half of Little Black Book
5. What is/are your favorite TV show(s) CSI Miami, The Apprentice
6. What did you have for breakfast? a peach
7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with? a downer, a criminal
8. What is your middle name? Rhea
9. Beach, City or Country? Beach AND Country...just depends
10. Favorite ice cream? Coffee Heath Bar Crunch by Ben & Jerry's
11. Butter, plain or salted popcorn? butter
12. What kind of car do you drive? 1996 Volkswagen Jetta
13. Favorite sandwich: Turkey
14. What characteristic do you despise? fakers
15. Favorite flower? Calla Lillies
16. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Australia
17. What color is your bathroom? apartment off white
18. Favorite brand of clothing? New clothes, don't care what brand
19. Where would you retire? On the beach in the mountains. Somewhere like Costa Rica or Hawaii
20. Favorite day of the week? Saturday
21. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner with friends and family at PF Changs
22. Where were you born? Austin, TX Hook Em Horns!
23. Favorite sport to watch? Football and gymnastics
24. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? people that don't like to do these type of emails
25. Person you expect to send it back first? Who knows! I hate these silly questions, because whoever you say for either will do the opposite just to prove you wrong.
26. What fabric detergent do you use? Tide
27. Coke or Pepsi? Neither, water
28. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night owl
29. Do you have any pets? Nope
Tell me something interesting about you! Remember you can comment anonymously!
Headaches and Hassles
Sorry so long since I posted. I have been away from work and therefore without a computer. A migraine knocked me out for the last day and a half. I am back and of course playing catch up at work, so you might only get meme's for the next couple of days. So, here's the meme for today:
On a scale of 1-10 (1 being spotless, 10 being catastrophic), how bad do the following areas have to get in order to trip your personal "must clean now" radar?
Carpets - 7
Kitchen - 4
floors - 6
Windows - I live in an apartment so I don't clean the windows except when moving out.
Laundry - 3
Oven - See Windows.
Bedroom floors - 5
Clutter in out-of-the-way areas, such as landings or closets - 10
As you can see, I am not much of a cleaner. Believe it or not, I am 10 times better than I was in college. In college our house got broken into and they dumped boxes and things out. I didn't even notice we had gotten broken into until I asked where the phone was. Horrible, I know.
On a scale of 1-10 (1 being spotless, 10 being catastrophic), how bad do the following areas have to get in order to trip your personal "must clean now" radar?
Carpets - 7
Kitchen - 4
floors - 6
Windows - I live in an apartment so I don't clean the windows except when moving out.
Laundry - 3
Oven - See Windows.
Bedroom floors - 5
Clutter in out-of-the-way areas, such as landings or closets - 10
As you can see, I am not much of a cleaner. Believe it or not, I am 10 times better than I was in college. In college our house got broken into and they dumped boxes and things out. I didn't even notice we had gotten broken into until I asked where the phone was. Horrible, I know.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Emotional Rollercoaster
The past week I have been on an emotional rollercoaster. Not sure what is going on other than that time of the month, but I have been a basket case. Had arguments with hubby last week. Feeling lost. I am really okay, but have my moments where I just freak out. Wine + Emotions = Crazy Wacko Crying Girl. Saturday night we went to a friend's housewarming party. Drank too much wine paired with seeing my best friend for the first time in like 4 months and not having enough to eat. We left with me crying. It was triggered by me spilling red wine on my new $8 shirt from Target and my favorite pair of pants. Hubby's reaction, "Well that won't come out for sure." I started to lose my failing grip on reality. He apologized on Sunday and I really appreciate the fact that hubby realizes his negativity tipped me off the ledge. He really is so wonderful. I left the party crying and cried the whole way home and proceeded to stand in the middle of the bathroom in my birthday suit glory and bawl into my hubby's chest. Woke up Saturday about 10 with a pounding headache and feeling as if I would puke at any moment, but other than that I was fine. No tears. No Crazy Wacko Crying Girl. Watched Laws of Attraction and then went back to bed until 2:30. I stayed in bed until I had to get up and go to work at 6:00. BUM. I am fine today and feel great. A little tired, but my emotion rollercoaster seems to be stopped. For now. I pride myself on being logical and therefore cannot stand when I cry for no reason. Blame it on the wine.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Hardy har har
Morning Funny:
Two assistants in my office were putting together a giveaway basket. I wasn't sure what all was in it as I was just walking by. There was a discussion about a top on or off and then, "They won't know who touched the nuts."
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Two assistants in my office were putting together a giveaway basket. I wasn't sure what all was in it as I was just walking by. There was a discussion about a top on or off and then, "They won't know who touched the nuts."
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Do the Dance
Thank God It's Friday, Thank God It's Friday, lalalalalala, Thank God It's Friday, lalalalalalala.
jiggle, jiggle, wiggle, wiggle, circle around. Woooohoooo, Thank God It's Friday, lalalalala!
jiggle, jiggle, wiggle, wiggle, circle around. Woooohoooo, Thank God It's Friday, lalalalala!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
What Would You Do?
Today's Question:
What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
I don't know if humans are capable of finding a "perfection". We always want more, more, more. The best example of perfection for me, right now, would be to be in our new house and me being a Mommy.
What is the best example of "perfection" that you can think of?
I don't know if humans are capable of finding a "perfection". We always want more, more, more. The best example of perfection for me, right now, would be to be in our new house and me being a Mommy.
Momma/The Essence of a Woman
I have lots swirling through my head today so I will try to stay somewhat coherent.
Funny for today: I was having a great thought in the car on the way to work and I couldn't write it down going 80 mph on the freeway so I called my office voicemail. Beep. "Uh, Hi. Uh, this is yourself... blah blah blah." I am such a dork!
MOMMA:
My nickname to a lot of my friends is Momma, because I am always the mothering one taking care of everybody else. I am definitely being Momma today. One friend of mine met me and hubby out for dinner last night and on her way into the restaurant twisted her ankle pretty good. I got a phone call from her this morning asking about doctors and what she should do. I gave her all my doctor's names and told her to go to a doctor, get it x-rayed and see what the doc says. Another friend of mine stepped on a copper industrial sized staple the other night and has to go see the doc so I am going with her to the doctor today while she gets her owchie shot. Love the Momma.
THE ESSENCE OF A WOMAN:
The essence of a woman is illogical and unrealistic. We are run by emotion whether we want to be or not. I have fought most of my adult life to not be a "victim" of my own emotions. It runs in the family and the first half of my life I was an emotion ball of nuclear product. You never knew when I might blow up or just break down. Men are logical and base decisions and actions on facts and logic and realistic ideas. Women are at their core emotional, in itself defined as illogical and unrealistic. We are overcome by emotions that we know logically are not realistic or fair to those around us, yet the emotion is so overpowering that we still feel resentful or hurt even though we know we shouldn't. When the argument between Man and Woman arises, Woman says, "I can't explain it I just feel that way. I can't help the way I feel." The adult version of stamping our feet and saying, "But I can't help it!" The Man responds, with "I don't know what to tell you, but quit attacking me."
Here is something for the women I wrote a couple of years ago:
To A Woman
You are beautiful.
Today. Right Now.Just as you are.
In whatever you are wearing.
Make up, no make up.
You are beautiful.
You are not what you weigh.
Pounds and inches are not what make up your existence.
Thoughts and feelings, your beliefs, your fears, your loves,
Your friendships, that is what make you, YOU.
You are not what you weigh.
You are human.
You feel, you love yourself, you love others.
You hurt yourself, you hurt others.
You make mistakes, you do great things.
You are human.
You are a woman.
You are a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend.
You empathize and sympathize.
You love and you lose and grow, live, and learn.
You are a woman.
Funny for today: I was having a great thought in the car on the way to work and I couldn't write it down going 80 mph on the freeway so I called my office voicemail. Beep. "Uh, Hi. Uh, this is yourself... blah blah blah." I am such a dork!
MOMMA:
My nickname to a lot of my friends is Momma, because I am always the mothering one taking care of everybody else. I am definitely being Momma today. One friend of mine met me and hubby out for dinner last night and on her way into the restaurant twisted her ankle pretty good. I got a phone call from her this morning asking about doctors and what she should do. I gave her all my doctor's names and told her to go to a doctor, get it x-rayed and see what the doc says. Another friend of mine stepped on a copper industrial sized staple the other night and has to go see the doc so I am going with her to the doctor today while she gets her owchie shot. Love the Momma.
THE ESSENCE OF A WOMAN:
The essence of a woman is illogical and unrealistic. We are run by emotion whether we want to be or not. I have fought most of my adult life to not be a "victim" of my own emotions. It runs in the family and the first half of my life I was an emotion ball of nuclear product. You never knew when I might blow up or just break down. Men are logical and base decisions and actions on facts and logic and realistic ideas. Women are at their core emotional, in itself defined as illogical and unrealistic. We are overcome by emotions that we know logically are not realistic or fair to those around us, yet the emotion is so overpowering that we still feel resentful or hurt even though we know we shouldn't. When the argument between Man and Woman arises, Woman says, "I can't explain it I just feel that way. I can't help the way I feel." The adult version of stamping our feet and saying, "But I can't help it!" The Man responds, with "I don't know what to tell you, but quit attacking me."
Here is something for the women I wrote a couple of years ago:
To A Woman
You are beautiful.
Today. Right Now.Just as you are.
In whatever you are wearing.
Make up, no make up.
You are beautiful.
You are not what you weigh.
Pounds and inches are not what make up your existence.
Thoughts and feelings, your beliefs, your fears, your loves,
Your friendships, that is what make you, YOU.
You are not what you weigh.
You are human.
You feel, you love yourself, you love others.
You hurt yourself, you hurt others.
You make mistakes, you do great things.
You are human.
You are a woman.
You are a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend.
You empathize and sympathize.
You love and you lose and grow, live, and learn.
You are a woman.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Help. I can't breathe.
HELP! My pantyhose are cutting of the circulation to the top half of my body!
The most decent proposal
Since I am lacking in wonderfully profound things to say lately, I thought I would share the wonderful story of how my husband proposed. I am finally getting my wedding videos today and I can't wait to watch them! Yes, it is 9 months later.
The Proposal
March 28, 2004. I wake up excited. Today is the day that we are finally going to Austin to pick out my ring! I took the day off so I am going to go get my nails done and get my car inspected and I am supposed to pick up D. at the shop at 1:00. During my nail appointment D. calls and asks me to pick up some parts for him on my way out to the shop. Okay, no problem, anything for my sweetie who is taking me to get my ring. (See, in January D. told my Mom that we were getting married in November. I was like, "This November?", "Yes, this November.", "Okay, Where's my ring?!" Well I waited for this ring until March!) Moving on. The parts wouldn't be ready until 1:00 so I couldn't pick them up til 1:00 Okay, no problem. I go get my car inspected and then head out to the shop. I get out there a little early and have to wait for the parts. Parts in hand. Finally, to the ring!
I turn onto the main road to the shop and am going my usual speed of 50 (10 over the speed limit) when someone comes around the bend and flashes their lights at me. I slow down to 35. As I come around the next bend, there is a police car sitting on the right side of the road, facing me. I pass him going a nice speed of about 37. He turns around and immediately starts following me. I am like, What did I do? I was going the speed limit, I just got my car inspected, nothing should be wrong. The police car follows me for almost a minute and I am starting to get mad. Either pull me over or quit following me. Watch what you wish for. Right about that time he pulls me over. Okay, it's been about 4 years since I got pulled over. I hate getting pulled over, based on a horrible experience. (That's a whole other story.) So Mr. Policeman walks up to my window and says that a unit out on the main road spotted me going a little fast and asks if there is an emergency. I say no, and in my "ring funk" I don't really think about the fact that two separate units are tracking me. I hand him my license and registration and he goes back to his car to run my license. I sit there the whole time thinking, am I ever going to get my ring? After about a minute, Mr. Policeman gets out of his car and stops at the back of my car. He says, "Ma'am, I need you step out of the vehicle." OH.MY.GOD. WHY? So I get out, because I am a good little law abiding citizen. Okay so I speed. I walk to the back of my car and he begins to explain that the computer is saying I have a warrant for a speeding ticket in Fayett county from 1999. I freak out, because yes this ticket is real and yes I did at one time have a warrant because I didn't pay it on time, BUT, I paid that ticket. I try to explain this to him.
Me: "I swear I paid that ticket."
Mr. Policeman: "I understand that, but sometimes the computer doesn't clear warrants. I need you to sit in the back of the squad car while I verify payment."
I about fainted. Me, in the back of a police car? No way. I don't care, hand cuff me and put me on the ground where everyone can see me, but please don't put me in the back of the car. I start to cry. He says, "Don't cry. I am sure you paid it, I just need to verify it by making a few calls and I need you to sit in the car." He walks me around the side of the very heavily tinted window car and opens the back door. There sits my now hubby with a video camera. I turn around and cry harder. The first thing he says is, "Honey I love you, come here." He gets out of the car and hands the camera to Mr. Policeman. I hug him and hold him tight, just so happy that I don't have to get in the back of that car. He gets down on one knee and opens a box and says, "Honey, will you marry me?" Me, "Oh, Baby, Yes, Of course." He then stands up and I hug him and he says, "Baby, I need your hand." Oh, yeah! The Ring! He puts it on my hand and asks me if I like. Of course I like it. It is absolutely beautiful and he picked it out all by himself.
The best part of this whole thing, other than having the best husband in the world, is for our wedding present, he made the whole proposal video into a real life COPS episode, so we have this wonderful video to show our children and our grandchildren.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
The Proposal
March 28, 2004. I wake up excited. Today is the day that we are finally going to Austin to pick out my ring! I took the day off so I am going to go get my nails done and get my car inspected and I am supposed to pick up D. at the shop at 1:00. During my nail appointment D. calls and asks me to pick up some parts for him on my way out to the shop. Okay, no problem, anything for my sweetie who is taking me to get my ring. (See, in January D. told my Mom that we were getting married in November. I was like, "This November?", "Yes, this November.", "Okay, Where's my ring?!" Well I waited for this ring until March!) Moving on. The parts wouldn't be ready until 1:00 so I couldn't pick them up til 1:00 Okay, no problem. I go get my car inspected and then head out to the shop. I get out there a little early and have to wait for the parts. Parts in hand. Finally, to the ring!
I turn onto the main road to the shop and am going my usual speed of 50 (10 over the speed limit) when someone comes around the bend and flashes their lights at me. I slow down to 35. As I come around the next bend, there is a police car sitting on the right side of the road, facing me. I pass him going a nice speed of about 37. He turns around and immediately starts following me. I am like, What did I do? I was going the speed limit, I just got my car inspected, nothing should be wrong. The police car follows me for almost a minute and I am starting to get mad. Either pull me over or quit following me. Watch what you wish for. Right about that time he pulls me over. Okay, it's been about 4 years since I got pulled over. I hate getting pulled over, based on a horrible experience. (That's a whole other story.) So Mr. Policeman walks up to my window and says that a unit out on the main road spotted me going a little fast and asks if there is an emergency. I say no, and in my "ring funk" I don't really think about the fact that two separate units are tracking me. I hand him my license and registration and he goes back to his car to run my license. I sit there the whole time thinking, am I ever going to get my ring? After about a minute, Mr. Policeman gets out of his car and stops at the back of my car. He says, "Ma'am, I need you step out of the vehicle." OH.MY.GOD. WHY? So I get out, because I am a good little law abiding citizen. Okay so I speed. I walk to the back of my car and he begins to explain that the computer is saying I have a warrant for a speeding ticket in Fayett county from 1999. I freak out, because yes this ticket is real and yes I did at one time have a warrant because I didn't pay it on time, BUT, I paid that ticket. I try to explain this to him.
Me: "I swear I paid that ticket."
Mr. Policeman: "I understand that, but sometimes the computer doesn't clear warrants. I need you to sit in the back of the squad car while I verify payment."
I about fainted. Me, in the back of a police car? No way. I don't care, hand cuff me and put me on the ground where everyone can see me, but please don't put me in the back of the car. I start to cry. He says, "Don't cry. I am sure you paid it, I just need to verify it by making a few calls and I need you to sit in the car." He walks me around the side of the very heavily tinted window car and opens the back door. There sits my now hubby with a video camera. I turn around and cry harder. The first thing he says is, "Honey I love you, come here." He gets out of the car and hands the camera to Mr. Policeman. I hug him and hold him tight, just so happy that I don't have to get in the back of that car. He gets down on one knee and opens a box and says, "Honey, will you marry me?" Me, "Oh, Baby, Yes, Of course." He then stands up and I hug him and he says, "Baby, I need your hand." Oh, yeah! The Ring! He puts it on my hand and asks me if I like. Of course I like it. It is absolutely beautiful and he picked it out all by himself.
The best part of this whole thing, other than having the best husband in the world, is for our wedding present, he made the whole proposal video into a real life COPS episode, so we have this wonderful video to show our children and our grandchildren.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
What Would You Do?
What was the best thing about your youth?
Well, my childhood is kind of split into two halves. One half is my childhood at my Mothers which was up until about 5th grade, and the other half is my childhood at my Fathers that was from 5th grade on. First half the best part of my childhood was the freedom I had. I could go anywhere and do anything as long as I had all my chores done. Now I had a lot of responsibility because my mom was a single parent who was a nurse. She worked long hours so I was pretty much in charge of the house a lot of the time. But I could ride my bike anywhere. Gymnastics was probably the best part of my life. My childhood at my Fathers was very different. I had very little responsibility, but had very little freedom as well. The best part of my youth in this half of my childhood was probably all the experiences I had in Drill Team and cheerleading and all other school functions. Although I did not appreciate all that I had in high school, looking back I value it all very much now.
What was the worst?
Growing up with a split family. I didn't really create a relationship with my sister until we were older because we were usually in different places (she has a different father and therefore was ususally with him, when I was visiting Mom) There were many times I wished that I only had one family, because then life would be easy. I was a cronic people pleaser and with two families that are very different and have very different values I was constantly trying to please everybody and it really tore me apart.
Who is the most interesting person you've ever met?
Well, right now I would have to say Dooce. I haven't actually met her, but she is definitely the most interesting person I have come across in my life right now.
What's the most imaginative thing you've ever done as an adult?
Hmmm? Well I guess planning my wedding was pretty imaginative. I did a lot of "imaginitive" things in college. I'll leave that to your imagination.
What's the least you've ever worn in public?
Nothing. My 2nd to last year in college I was living with 2 girls that tested my limits on a regular basis. One night we were hanging out drinking and started playing truth or dare. We ended up int he apartment pool playing and someone, not me, said I dare us all to take off our bathing suits and run upstairs completely naked. The last one up gets the last shower. I made it up first using the strategy of getting my suit off first and making a run for it. Little did we know that the guys across from us upstairs were watching. Oops.
I'll answer in a little bit, but feel free to give me your answers.
Well, my childhood is kind of split into two halves. One half is my childhood at my Mothers which was up until about 5th grade, and the other half is my childhood at my Fathers that was from 5th grade on. First half the best part of my childhood was the freedom I had. I could go anywhere and do anything as long as I had all my chores done. Now I had a lot of responsibility because my mom was a single parent who was a nurse. She worked long hours so I was pretty much in charge of the house a lot of the time. But I could ride my bike anywhere. Gymnastics was probably the best part of my life. My childhood at my Fathers was very different. I had very little responsibility, but had very little freedom as well. The best part of my youth in this half of my childhood was probably all the experiences I had in Drill Team and cheerleading and all other school functions. Although I did not appreciate all that I had in high school, looking back I value it all very much now.
What was the worst?
Growing up with a split family. I didn't really create a relationship with my sister until we were older because we were usually in different places (she has a different father and therefore was ususally with him, when I was visiting Mom) There were many times I wished that I only had one family, because then life would be easy. I was a cronic people pleaser and with two families that are very different and have very different values I was constantly trying to please everybody and it really tore me apart.
Who is the most interesting person you've ever met?
Well, right now I would have to say Dooce. I haven't actually met her, but she is definitely the most interesting person I have come across in my life right now.
What's the most imaginative thing you've ever done as an adult?
Hmmm? Well I guess planning my wedding was pretty imaginative. I did a lot of "imaginitive" things in college. I'll leave that to your imagination.
What's the least you've ever worn in public?
Nothing. My 2nd to last year in college I was living with 2 girls that tested my limits on a regular basis. One night we were hanging out drinking and started playing truth or dare. We ended up int he apartment pool playing and someone, not me, said I dare us all to take off our bathing suits and run upstairs completely naked. The last one up gets the last shower. I made it up first using the strategy of getting my suit off first and making a run for it. Little did we know that the guys across from us upstairs were watching. Oops.
I'll answer in a little bit, but feel free to give me your answers.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Surf & Turf
My hubby is acting like a 5 year old getting ready to go to Disney World. Right now would probably not be a good time to go to Disney World, but it is the only time in the world when there is decent surf in the Galveston area and so hubby gets to go surfing tomorrow. He hasn't been surfing since our honeymoon in November and he is so excited he is leaving messages like the following on my voicemail at work.
"Kowabunga!"
Yep, that was the whole message. To make life even more exciting, he is going to ride the dirt bike on Thursday. What a lucky guy. See, these are the only two sports hubby likes, surfing and dirt bikes, so he is jumping out of his skull with excitement. Even more exciting is he has slowly given birth to a new surfer and tomorrow will be the first time said birthee goes surfing in real surf. They do this thing where they "surf" behind a ski boat and birthee has been doing that, but has never really been surfing. So hubby is almost more excited about getting the birthee in the water than he is about actually getting to surf himself. Wish I could go. I don't care to surf, but probably would if I was out there. Hubby has been begging me to go with them, butI just can't. Hoarding the vacation for when my new niece/nephew gets here in Feb.
"Kowabunga!"
Yep, that was the whole message. To make life even more exciting, he is going to ride the dirt bike on Thursday. What a lucky guy. See, these are the only two sports hubby likes, surfing and dirt bikes, so he is jumping out of his skull with excitement. Even more exciting is he has slowly given birth to a new surfer and tomorrow will be the first time said birthee goes surfing in real surf. They do this thing where they "surf" behind a ski boat and birthee has been doing that, but has never really been surfing. So hubby is almost more excited about getting the birthee in the water than he is about actually getting to surf himself. Wish I could go. I don't care to surf, but probably would if I was out there. Hubby has been begging me to go with them, butI just can't. Hoarding the vacation for when my new niece/nephew gets here in Feb.
What Would You Do? Part II
What do you want most right now?
That's a tough one. Probably to be at home in bed taking a nap. But I really want a house.
What are you most grateful for?
My wonderful life. I am blessed with a wonderful husband, a great family, a variety of wonderful friends and a good job. I have a roof over my head, money to eat and I am happy. There have been times in my life when I couldn't say I was happy, so I am always grateful to be HAPPY!
What was the warmest welcome you ever received?
Probably the first time I ever met hubby's brothers. It was Christmas 3 years ago, I think. He has 5 brothers. 4 of them married with children, lots of children. Christmas has about 25 people at it. Growing in a fairly small immediate family, this was a new experience for me. The whole way to San Antonio I spent memorizing brothers names, then wives' names, then kids names, hoping that I could keep all the kids and wives with the right brother. I was welcomed with open arms. I even got Christmas presents. I enjoy this part of our family now a lot. Having acquired 5 brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws and 12 nieces and nephews was a lot to handle at first and sometimes I forget what to call them. I have probably the biggest family anyone could find now that I have married into the A. Family. I have my Dad's family and extended family, my Stepmother's family and extended family and my Mom's family which is probably the smallest. Lots of family. Hard to keep up with all of them.
That's a tough one. Probably to be at home in bed taking a nap. But I really want a house.
What are you most grateful for?
My wonderful life. I am blessed with a wonderful husband, a great family, a variety of wonderful friends and a good job. I have a roof over my head, money to eat and I am happy. There have been times in my life when I couldn't say I was happy, so I am always grateful to be HAPPY!
What was the warmest welcome you ever received?
Probably the first time I ever met hubby's brothers. It was Christmas 3 years ago, I think. He has 5 brothers. 4 of them married with children, lots of children. Christmas has about 25 people at it. Growing in a fairly small immediate family, this was a new experience for me. The whole way to San Antonio I spent memorizing brothers names, then wives' names, then kids names, hoping that I could keep all the kids and wives with the right brother. I was welcomed with open arms. I even got Christmas presents. I enjoy this part of our family now a lot. Having acquired 5 brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws and 12 nieces and nephews was a lot to handle at first and sometimes I forget what to call them. I have probably the biggest family anyone could find now that I have married into the A. Family. I have my Dad's family and extended family, my Stepmother's family and extended family and my Mom's family which is probably the smallest. Lots of family. Hard to keep up with all of them.
Reading Time
I just signed up for www.booksfree.com. It is similar to www.netflix.com but with books. So if you can suggest any books that I should read, just comment and I can add them to my soon to be neverending list. I am going to read while I still have the time.
Lacking Creativity
As you can tell by most of my recent posts, I have been lacking creative juices and anything to really write about. There is actually plenty going on in my life right now, but most of which I choose not to post here.
I have been feeling like a change in my life lately. I guess getting my hair cut short was the first sign. I always cut off my hair or change the color drastically when I am itching for a change. As I read through a friend's account of the birth of her first child, I am realizing that along the fence of to have kids soon or not, I tend to lately be more on the have them soon side. I am ready. I am almost thirty, no kids, will be married for a year in November and am ready to move on to the next chapter in my life. I even looked at an old email with cats in it and thought, I want a cat. I am allergic to cats, but can usually manage okay if I get them as kittens. I would love a dog, but seeing as we don't have a house or a yard... I've done that once to a poor dog, I will never do it again. I want a house. I want a new car. Mainly I should just clean the one I have and it would greatly improve. My hubby likens my car to the ball pit at Chuck E Cheese as I have so many empty water bottles. It really is a good analogy. It's not that I am bored with my life. I am very content with my life, I am just ready to move forward. I am ready to be a Mom. I hear about friend's accounts and think, I can't wait to do that. Then I think, I hate picking up after myself and my hubby, what am I going to do with children. I hate doing 2 loads of dishes in two days. I hate laundry. I like freedom, to go and do whatever, whenever. That fence is low. I hop over it a lot. Kids Now. Hop. Not right now! Hop. Yes, now. Hop! Hmmm, I don't think so. Hop. Hop. Hop.
I have been feeling like a change in my life lately. I guess getting my hair cut short was the first sign. I always cut off my hair or change the color drastically when I am itching for a change. As I read through a friend's account of the birth of her first child, I am realizing that along the fence of to have kids soon or not, I tend to lately be more on the have them soon side. I am ready. I am almost thirty, no kids, will be married for a year in November and am ready to move on to the next chapter in my life. I even looked at an old email with cats in it and thought, I want a cat. I am allergic to cats, but can usually manage okay if I get them as kittens. I would love a dog, but seeing as we don't have a house or a yard... I've done that once to a poor dog, I will never do it again. I want a house. I want a new car. Mainly I should just clean the one I have and it would greatly improve. My hubby likens my car to the ball pit at Chuck E Cheese as I have so many empty water bottles. It really is a good analogy. It's not that I am bored with my life. I am very content with my life, I am just ready to move forward. I am ready to be a Mom. I hear about friend's accounts and think, I can't wait to do that. Then I think, I hate picking up after myself and my hubby, what am I going to do with children. I hate doing 2 loads of dishes in two days. I hate laundry. I like freedom, to go and do whatever, whenever. That fence is low. I hop over it a lot. Kids Now. Hop. Not right now! Hop. Yes, now. Hop! Hmmm, I don't think so. Hop. Hop. Hop.
Good Advice
Cleaning out my Outlook I found this. I think this is good advice to all of us. Kids these days need a lesson in life.
Bill Gates Speech at a High School
I needed this to advise my boys and students a while back--Still good advice.--BILL GATES' SPEECH TO MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia, California.Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice.Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things theydid not and will not learn in school.He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created ageneration of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept setthem up for failure in the real world.
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Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
Bill Gates Speech at a High School
I needed this to advise my boys and students a while back--Still good advice.--BILL GATES' SPEECH TO MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia, California.Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice.Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things theydid not and will not learn in school.He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created ageneration of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept setthem up for failure in the real world.
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Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping - they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
No work Please, Thank you.
I am feeling lazy today and wish the week to end. Have lots of fun planned for this weekend and work is only getting in the way. Tell me it's Friday already. So, since I am avoiding work, here are some things to help you avoid it too.
http://games.apropo.ro/penguin-modified.html
http://www.reasonablyclever.com/mini/index.html
http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/popnow.shtml
http://www.khmx.com/script/headline_newsmanager.php?id=6099&pagecontent=gamehousegames
http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/games.shtml#null
Happy avoidance of work!
http://games.apropo.ro/penguin-modified.html
http://www.reasonablyclever.com/mini/index.html
http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/popnow.shtml
http://www.khmx.com/script/headline_newsmanager.php?id=6099&pagecontent=gamehousegames
http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/games.shtml#null
Happy avoidance of work!
Monday, September 13, 2004
What Would You Do?
What is the one thing you would most like to change about the world? PLEASE Comment!
As cliche as it sounds, peace. I want people to quit killing each other because we are different. Can't we just agree to disagree, do we have to kill each other? If we were all exactly the same, well someone would change because they wanted power or money or got tired of agreeing and wanted to create a problem. I don't understand how any God could possibly condone killing. Peace.
As cliche as it sounds, peace. I want people to quit killing each other because we are different. Can't we just agree to disagree, do we have to kill each other? If we were all exactly the same, well someone would change because they wanted power or money or got tired of agreeing and wanted to create a problem. I don't understand how any God could possibly condone killing. Peace.
The Blob
6:00 AM Sunday morning. I roll over half awake, purposely holding my left leg in place until I get comfortable. Hubby likes to sleep smack in the middle of the bed with legs splayed all over. Anyway, I think to myself, as soon as my leg(s) vacates part of the bed he fills it with one or both of his legs. I laugh. "What's so funny?" So I tell him. He says, "We're like The Blob."
Just another manic Monday. More later.
Just another manic Monday. More later.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Spamittyville
Explain to me the logic behind sending SPAM about SPAM mail. I get enough crap, I don't need spam crap telling me how to stop spam. If you weren't sending me spam about spam then I would have a little less spam. Okay done spam venting.
So I got my happy, hungover butt out of bed this morning at 8:30 and go to the doctor's office at 9 on the dot, to wait 45 minutes for a shot that takes 2 seconds to give me. Talk about frustration. I know they are busy, but give me the damn shot and that is one less person sitting in your busy waiting room. I can't wait until I only have to do this once a month. I also finally picked up my allergy meds and my nose and head are much happier with me today, except for the wine I had last night. Not too much wine, just too much wine and no food. Need sleep.
I watched "It Could Happen To You" today. It's that movie with Nicolas Cage and Jennifer Jason Leigh (I think) where he agrees to split half is lotto winnings if he wins as a tip. I like that movie. I wish it was really feasible for us all to be that truly honorable. He made a promise and he kept his promise. I don't know if I could have done that, but hubby woyuld definitely keep his promise, so I guess we balance out.
So I got my happy, hungover butt out of bed this morning at 8:30 and go to the doctor's office at 9 on the dot, to wait 45 minutes for a shot that takes 2 seconds to give me. Talk about frustration. I know they are busy, but give me the damn shot and that is one less person sitting in your busy waiting room. I can't wait until I only have to do this once a month. I also finally picked up my allergy meds and my nose and head are much happier with me today, except for the wine I had last night. Not too much wine, just too much wine and no food. Need sleep.
I watched "It Could Happen To You" today. It's that movie with Nicolas Cage and Jennifer Jason Leigh (I think) where he agrees to split half is lotto winnings if he wins as a tip. I like that movie. I wish it was really feasible for us all to be that truly honorable. He made a promise and he kept his promise. I don't know if I could have done that, but hubby woyuld definitely keep his promise, so I guess we balance out.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Trump the Apprentice
The Apprentice season two started last night. 90 minutes of which 60 minutes were commercials. I don't remember having this many commercials as a kid. Is everyone so greedy we have to ruin people's relaxing evenings talking about cars and phones and laxatives and all the things we are trying to escape from. So the "cast" of Season 2. We have the token black man and the token black girl (get to her in a second), the token asian, the token wierdo, the token Ice Queen, the token bitter young guy and everyone else. Stacie, the token black girl, has to be on crack. I mean complete freak show. "Why aren't you listening to me? HELLO!?" Seriously, take a valium and come back down to where the normal air is. After discussing with the hubby, we agreed, she is probably a hired actress. Oh, and who is the girl who looks like she is 12???
Since the first season, I have been trying to get hubby to try out for this show. He would be great at it, and no I am not biased. He really is a true leader, one of his best qualities I think. I told him again last night that he should be on this show, but after discussion we both agreed that he would love the challenges and the opportunity, but he couldn't handle the DRAMA and the fakeness that reality shows entail. Too bad they have to go ruin "reality" tv with "programming" and "sets". I know that is what all tv is in essence, but at least when Survivor first came out, we could fool ourselves into believing that these people were really just left alone to fend for themselves and think of their own "lines." Imagine letting people be who they really are. I guess the entertainment value would decrease significantly. I guess that is why we watch tv again, to escape from our own reality.
Since the first season, I have been trying to get hubby to try out for this show. He would be great at it, and no I am not biased. He really is a true leader, one of his best qualities I think. I told him again last night that he should be on this show, but after discussion we both agreed that he would love the challenges and the opportunity, but he couldn't handle the DRAMA and the fakeness that reality shows entail. Too bad they have to go ruin "reality" tv with "programming" and "sets". I know that is what all tv is in essence, but at least when Survivor first came out, we could fool ourselves into believing that these people were really just left alone to fend for themselves and think of their own "lines." Imagine letting people be who they really are. I guess the entertainment value would decrease significantly. I guess that is why we watch tv again, to escape from our own reality.
The weekend is coming, the weekend is coming
It's 4 on a Friday and I should be thrilled, but I get to work until 10 tonight. Yipee! The good news is that I am working a wine and cheese art event, so I get free wine and cheese and a friend of mine is coming up with her hubby. They haven't met my hubby yet and my hubby is leaving work early, gasp, on a Friday no less, to come to the event as well. I am a little excited about that. Then tomorrow I get to get up early so I can be at the doctor's office at 9 when they open to get my shot, then back home and then back to work at 4. Sunday I am doing absolutely nothing. Nothing I tell you. So don't ask me to do anything. I will be a total bum!
Snack of the day: Hard boiled egg and cucumbers. Yum!
I had half a hamburger and french fries last night. Boy do I miss french fries. French Fries are my favorite food. Nothing, except for maybe a good steak, can take the place of my wonderful French Fries. But FF are not on the Sugar Busters program. So they are my treat when I feel I have been good. It had been two weeks I think since my last french fry.
Snack of the day: Hard boiled egg and cucumbers. Yum!
I had half a hamburger and french fries last night. Boy do I miss french fries. French Fries are my favorite food. Nothing, except for maybe a good steak, can take the place of my wonderful French Fries. But FF are not on the Sugar Busters program. So they are my treat when I feel I have been good. It had been two weeks I think since my last french fry.
4 for Friday
1: Elton John has those colorful glasses. Former U.S. President Ronald Reagan (b.1911 - d.2004) had his Jelly Beans. And former U.S. Senator Paul Simon (b.1928 – d.2003) had bow-ties… lots and lots of bow-ties. How about you... do you have any 'signature' or 'trademark' items; things that just scream that it's you because you either always have it on your person, in your car, at your office, etc., and which friends, family, or colleagues universally know you by?
I collect elephants and have over 50 at home, but only one at the office. Does junk count? I usually have it on me.
2: President Clinton did it in 1998, and President George W. Bush is threatening to do the same in 2004. Do you think an incumbent President seeking reelection should be allowed to bow out of one, two, or any or all of the Presidential Debates sponsored and managed by the Commission on Presidential Debates? No.
3: Which would you prefer... to be rich beyond your wildest imagination... as famous as anyone dead or alive... or as powerful as the most influential person you can think of? I would probably go for rich. I have no desire to be famous and be hassled all the time and power is a strange thing that makes people change drastically in morally repugnant ways. Now money isn't much better, but I don't think it would change me too drastically. I would travel more and make sure I could provide my children the things they need, but they would still know the value of money because the would have to get a job.
4: Do you have reoccurring dreams? If so, and you feel comfortable talking about them, what do yours focus on, and, do you think they actually mean something, or to you are they're just these things you tend to dream up while sleeping which you feel have no baring on anything whatsoever? I have a couple reoccuring dreams that I can't remember off the top of my head, I just know when I have them that I have had them before. A theme that is usually existent in a lot of my dreams though is being chased and hiding.
How would you answer these questions?
I collect elephants and have over 50 at home, but only one at the office. Does junk count? I usually have it on me.
2: President Clinton did it in 1998, and President George W. Bush is threatening to do the same in 2004. Do you think an incumbent President seeking reelection should be allowed to bow out of one, two, or any or all of the Presidential Debates sponsored and managed by the Commission on Presidential Debates? No.
3: Which would you prefer... to be rich beyond your wildest imagination... as famous as anyone dead or alive... or as powerful as the most influential person you can think of? I would probably go for rich. I have no desire to be famous and be hassled all the time and power is a strange thing that makes people change drastically in morally repugnant ways. Now money isn't much better, but I don't think it would change me too drastically. I would travel more and make sure I could provide my children the things they need, but they would still know the value of money because the would have to get a job.
4: Do you have reoccurring dreams? If so, and you feel comfortable talking about them, what do yours focus on, and, do you think they actually mean something, or to you are they're just these things you tend to dream up while sleeping which you feel have no baring on anything whatsoever? I have a couple reoccuring dreams that I can't remember off the top of my head, I just know when I have them that I have had them before. A theme that is usually existent in a lot of my dreams though is being chased and hiding.
How would you answer these questions?
I've Learned Today
- Being late makes me anxious. I hate being late.
- As much as I try to live up to the mantra of live life to the fullest, it is really hard to do when sitting in traffic that takes you 30 minutes to move one mile.
- What's the saying about enjoying the scenery on a detour? It just isn't possible in Houston.
- I dislike doing other people's jobs. Then I go and make the mistake of doing them too well and they become my jobs.
- I miss reading a good book.
- I wish I was seeing my girlfriends tonight instead of working.
- I can't wait to visit my sister this winter.
- I don't really care that I am going to be 30 this year.
- Life without allergy medicine is miserable.
- I don't mind long meetings as long as they are productive.
- I need a vacation.
- I can't wait to eat our wedding cake on our one year anniversary.
- I don't like shots in my hip.
- I especially don't like the 15 minutes out of my way trip to the doctor's office to get said shot in hip.
- I don't like waiting another 20 minutes to get said shot in hip.
- Did I mention I don't like shots period.
- At least I don't cry anymore. I did until I was about 22.
- I CANNOT STAND spam. I do not need a bigger penis. I do not need to pick up a girls. I do not need to refinance the mortgage on my non-existent house. I do not need drugs online. I DO NOT NEED ANY OF THIS CRAP!
Music I like:
Rap/Hip Hop
Top 40
Country
Classical
Jazz
Blues
Some Alternative
Copy Cat
As I like to do everything Em does, I too am changing my blog to www.shootersstation.blogspot.com. I will wait to delete this one until next week.
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