Another Meme because I lack creativity

This was tagged from Amber.

Accent: Slight Texas accent, more if I'm drinking
Bra size: A man must have started this meme (I agree with Amber) None Ya.
Chore I hate: sweeping and mopping the floors
Dad’s name: Robert
Essential makeup: cover up
Favourite perfume: I don't really wear purfume. I wear body spray, Vanilla usually.
Gold or silver: Silver
Hometown: I consider Austin my home, but I don't live there.
Interesting Fact: ??
Job Title: Marketing Coordinator
Living arrangements: Living with hubby in a 3 bedroom house.
Mom’s birthplace: Houston, TX
Number of apples eaten last week: 0
Overnight hospital stays: none
Phobias: heights, snakes
Question you ask yourself a lot: What was I doing?
Religious affiliation: With God… yes. ditto
Siblings: 1 brother, 1 sister
Time I wake up: Around 6:45 except Mondays when I get up at 5:45
Unnatural hair color: Blondish with highlights
Natural hair color: Dark brown
Vegetable I refuse to eat: brussel sprouts
Worst habit: laziness
X-rays: teeth, back, both writsts, both knees, both ankles
Yummy food I make: Stuffed chicken
Zodiac sign: Not sure, I think Lion.

Can you believe it?

4 posts in one day. Well, I have a lot to make up for.

So, let's have a little blog fun.

First part: first person to comment on this post, go to 3 people on my blog list that you have never read before and visit them and say, "Hi! I'm sharing Jazzy's blog love today." The next person to comment, go to the blog of the person who commented above you and visit 3 people on their blogroll that you have never read before and say, "Hi! I'm sharing Jazzy's blog love today." And so on and so forth. Get it?

The second part is for you to tell me in your comment one person on your blogroll (or more if you would like) that is not on my blogroll that you think I should check out. I promise to go check out each blog you refer to me and tell them that you sent me to visit them with some blog love.

Now go spread the blog love!

Don't Drink and Drive, Duh!

You know how I'm taking that online Defensive Driving Course? Well, I'm sitting there watching one of the many informational videos regarding Drinking and Driving (Don't Do IT!), and they are talking about how we socialize and drink, blah, blah, blah. Keep in mind, most of these videos were shot in like the mid 70's. Real up to date their folks.

Anyways... Socialize, drink, blah, blah, blah. Double take. They show this dad with a toddler giving her beer! Giving her beer people! What is up with that? Gotta start em young I guess.

Great message Texas. Don't Drink and Drive. Just give your baby beer for fun.

To A Woman

I was having a particularly "fat" morning and being very negative about myself. Then I thought about this poem I wrote and had to do my, "You are beautiful" mantra. It didn't work real well, but it reminded me to at least try and be positive So here is the poem. Remind yourself every day, that you are beautiful.

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.

TV is Evil

I took this last night with only candlelight. Doesn't the TV shadow look Evil?

Moving right along.

Okay ladies

So, after I swore to always check on my "real life flesh" friends before all of my "Real live blogger" friends, they seem to have fallen off the face of the earth. Ladies, are you alive? Em has an excuse but what about the rest of you. So, you are pregnant, so? And you and you have two kids and jobs. So! I need you! Guilty yet?

Because I'm lazy

Stolen from Chana:

1. What time did you wake up this morning? 5:45 am
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Meet the Fockers
4. What is your favorite TV show? CSI Miami, Without a Trace, and Crossing Jordan
5. What did you have for breakfast? a Kellogg Special K Bar
6. Peach yogurt or granola? Granola, I don't do peach
7. What is your favorite cuisine? Italian
8. What foods do you dislike? Raw onions, protein bars
9. What is your favorite crisp flavor? crisp? I guess sour cream and onion
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Okay, don't laugh, NOW 17 and 18
11. What kind of car do you drive? 1996 Volkswagon POS
12. Favorite sandwich? Turkey
13. What characteristics do you despise? Rudeness
14. Favorite items of clothing? Jeans
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Italy
16. What color is your bathroom? the ugly wallpaper from the previous owners is still up.
17. Favorite brand of clothing? Lerner NY
18. Where would you retire to? Hawaii or Costa Rica
19. Favorite time of the day? 7:00 pm, that's when I have the most energy
20. What was your most memorable birthday? my last one was my best
21. Where were you born? Austin, TX
22. Favorite sport to watch? Football or baseball
23. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Everyone
24. What book are you reading now? French Women Don't Get Fat by Murielle Guliano
25. What fabric detergent do you use? Tide
26. Coke or Pepsi? Neither, Sprite
27. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night owl
28. What is your shoe size? 6 to 6 1/2
29. Do you have any pets? we have sort of adopted the cat from across the street
30. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with your friends? no, not yet
31. What did you want to be when you were little? a dancer
32. What are you doing today? working, working, working, blogging, working, working, working

The Date

Driving into work this morning listening to morning talk shows, one station was talking about an email from girl about a really strange first date. The girl said her and this guy really hit it off at a club so she agreed to go out with him. He planned their dated and told her to dress retro for a theme date. She dressed up in her best 80's garb and waiting excited for her date. She was surprised when he showed up in a 1950's comfortable dressed like Fonzie from Happy Days. She thought that was a little strange, but went along with him. He said they were going to some place that ended up being far away (according to people that called in the place was 4-5 hours away). He took her to an old drive-in movie theater. Afterward they went to a sock hop. Then he took her out into the woods to make out (didn't happen). The DJ's thought it might be a joke, but who knows these days.

anyways, it got me to thinking about my worst or weirdest date. Before I started dating my husband I did some online dating. I had been emailing back and forth with this one guy who seemed a little young, but hey I was getting back into the swing of dating after 4 years, so I was pretty open to new "experiences". The fact that he lived with his parents should have been the first clue.

Because we lived on opposite sides of town, we met in a central location. When we got there, I hadn't eaten, but he already had eaten (date, eat? am I that off the dating scene?). I needed to eat, so we went to Jason's Deli. Now, I am a very independent woman and don't expect a man to pay for everything, but he didn't even offer or act like it was strange that he had eaten already. So while I ate, he sat there and stared at me because his social skills were lacking to a degree (a rather large degree). After I ate we played the "What do you want to do?", "I dunno, what do you want to do?" game until I finally realized that if I didn't make some decisions (obviously this man didn't have opinions or a personality for that matter) we were going to sit there all night, doing our own little comedy routine. So we went to a Tapas bar/restaurant that had live music and flamenco dancers.

We happened to run into an old friend of mine that I hadn't seen in like 10 years, so we played some catch up, but I did my best to include my date so he wouldn't feel alienated. Seeing as he couldn't hold a conversation, this proved to be difficult. After a while, I decided to cut my losses and head on home.

The next day I had an email from him. I tried to tell him as nicely as possible that I didn't think we had that much in common, but that he was a nice guy and I wished him luck. I had decided to do online dating because I hadn't dated in so long and had lost myself in my last relationship. Doing online dating helped me to realize what it was I was looking for in a relationship. I told myself when I started it, that I wouldn't waste anyone's time, mine or someone's elses. I had learned from past mistakes to trust my instincts. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I have really good instincts and they are usually right.

So anyway, I sent him this nice email. A couple of hours later, I have a scathing, nasty email from him where he called me some choice names. When I tried to respond, he had blocked my email. I was shocked! But I guess that he really wasn't mature enough for an adult relationship and I got out in time to not dig deeper into the depths of his crazy.

So what is your worst/weirdest dating experience?

TGIF! Free Condoms Anyone?

TGIF! Gotta love SPAM!!!

Defensive Driving Cliff Notes Version

I'm taking an online defensive driving course right now to try to dismiss a ticket for following too closely. I know, I know, but I got of easy. He stopped me for speeding, not using my blinker at following too closely. The date of the ticket? 12/28/04. The reason for my space cadet moves? 3 days after Christmas. First day back at work. Duh! Anyways... Taking this course is providing not only a pain in my ass, but some amusement as well. I thought I would share, cuz I'm cool like that.

Defensive Driving Wisdom: (my commententary is bolded)

Never drive on a sidewalk unless you are crossing a sidewalk to enter or leave a driveway or alley. Remember! Pedestrians have the right-of-way on sidewalks. You must stop for pedestrians before crossing a sidewalk. Good to remember. No driving on sidewalks.

In high-density traffic areas, you may sometimes see an entire street, or a few traffic lanes on a street, marked with cones. The cones indicate that a lane or street is being used for something other than the normal purpose. Other than the normal purpose. Such as?

A GREEN light means GO. That's what that means!

A RED light means STOP. That explains a lot.

You must not drive down a road or street marked with a DO NOT ENTER sign. In case you were unclear as to what DO NOT ENTER actually meant.

A red circle with a red line through it always means NO. NO, NO, NO

If you are driving the speed limit, but are still going slower than other traffic, do not drive in the left or "fast" lane. If you are in the "fast" lane, move to the right when another driver is close behind you and wishes to pass. Amen! Can we post this little tidbit on some bill boards?

A general rule of thumb: the speed limit near a school is 15 mph lower than the regular posted speed limit on that road. (Just an interesting little fact that goes along with SLOW CHILDREN.)

If a train is coming, WAIT until it passes before crossing the tracks. Only do this if you value your life!

RIGHT LANE ENDS means that the right lane ends up ahead. Note to self.

Do not drive on a sidewalk, except to cross it at a driveway or alley. See above for reference.

Never drive to the scene of a fire, a collision, or any other disaster just to have a look. (This never would have even occured to me. Sickos.)

Drive as far to the right as possible if a vehicle with one light comes toward you. It could be a bicycle or motorcycle, but it could also be a "one-eyed" vehicle. One eyed Willie!

As you move through another car's blind spot, use your horn or lights to warn the other driver of your presence. This could create a problem don't you think if everyone did this. honk, beep, honk, flash, beep, flash, honk, CRASH!

Adjust your seat so that you are high enough to see the road. If you are still too low, you should use a seat cushion. Do this before putting on your safety belt. Now, I'm short and all, but if you need a car booster seat, you probably shouldn't be driving. (no offense to short people, merely for entertainment value.)

This, That, and the other

I'm still here. Been working on a killer project at work and am finally nearing the end. Well at least the part where I present it initially and then most likely have to start over from scratch.

I really don't have much interesting to say. Sorry, Caption Bores A Lot here. But wanted to put something here so that people know I am still alive.

So happy Hump Day folks.

No more Yanky my Wanky

Donger need food. Definitely no more Wanky Yanking.

After managing to not have a single drink all week until last night, I managed to tie one on pretty good. Normally I stick to beer or wine, but last night I went all Sex and The City and had sour apple martinis. 6 of them. 6 Martini = Hangover-tini, technically it's more like hangover-biggie, but let's not split hairs. Split head is what it feels like.

I have lots of productive work that needs doing, but that little "tini" is causing me to bumble and mumble around my office rather than be productive.

snoooooooooooooooooooze!

Sorry, I'm here. Kind of.

Brain Fart

Life is good, Life is grand, life's a big, fat rubberband...

Daily photo: Shadows

And the ball rolls on...

Thanks to all of you for your kind words and thoughts. I love my husband very much and it always helps to have empathy from friends to remind me of that. Thanks guys.

So, I'm sure all of you are wondering if I have decided to give up meat. The answer is no, I am just going to eat all things in smaller portions. Weight is relative as is self image. I am struggling to deal with my 30 year old body while still pining for my 21 year old body. Man was I hot back then. Man am I not now. On occasion I do look in the mirror and say, damn, I look good. But those times are few and far between. I know, don't be so hard on myself. I'm working on it.

Part of why I posted that previous post in response to my girls posting their demons, was the message. The message hit me hard. Why are we so hard on ourselves, and so easy on others. We hold ourselves up to a bar that is so hard to reach, while accepting others faults with not a question as to why. In discussing something with a friend last night, I realized just how far I have come in my life in terms of emotional stability and acceptance. I should be proud of that fact and I am, but not to the extent that I should be. Instead I constantly beat myself up about why or how or when I feel things that I feel and whether or not I should be feeling them. I am overly conscious of my thoughts and feelings to a degree that many might think strange. But in the past I just reacted, rather than think about my feelings. I was a constant victim. I am no longer that person. I am prideful and strong to a point that sometimes it hurts me. I have to remind myself that I am not alone in this world. That there are really no unique thoughts or feelings, that someone, somewhere has not had or felt at some point. Why not share with others these demons, rather than face them alone. Together we are stronger than one. Thank you to Tiff, Becky and Bekah for being in the battle field with me as I fight my demons. I hope that I can be of help to you on your battlefields.

Personal Demons

It seems that I have been living in my own little "woe is me" hole and have lost site of some very important things. It seems that some of my very dear friends are wrestling with some personal demons lately and I have been oblivious to them. And I feel like a horrible friend. First off, I am going to admit something and vow to make a change. I have been reading other people's blogs more than my friends. In what little time I have, I check people's blogs, who although I have made a connection with, I have never meet. These three women above I know personally. I have gone through good times and bad with them. Some more than others, but they are patches in my quilt of life and I have neglected them. And I am truly sorry for that. I vow to put those that matter most to me first and foremost in all that I do.

And with that, I step very timidly into the ring with my own demons...

Breath, I'm scared...

First off let me say that my husband does not really understand this site or the need for me to have it. At this point we have agreed to disagree and have agreed not to argue about it. On occassion he reads it, but very rarely and rarely does he say anything when he does.

So what I have to say is really hard for me to say here as it pertains to him.

Here is my demon. Sometimes I think that my husband and I aren't meant to be together. To put this in some perspective. I'm liberal, he's republican. I'm Jewish/non organized religion, he's very Christian and is finding Christ more and more and basing his life more on Christ. This in an of itself is not a bad thing by any means, but it makes it difficult to find common ground sometimes. We have a lot of the same views on how to raise children (we don't have any yet), but somethings we strongly disagree on. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of things that we do agree on despite these differences. And we have always said that despite these differences, we know we were meant to be together. We enjoy each other's company a lot. We do have fun together almost all the time. Unfortunatley, I've noticed a lot of those times, we are drinking. Whether that really has anything to do with it, I don't know. We don't date, we don't do romance very often, we don't have serious conversations. Perhaps I am just going through a stage, and sometimes that happens, but I worry the more I find things that we disagree on.


Little things about him have been driving me crazy lately. Things like his only child mentality where he just doesn't pay attention to what he is doing and spills things, or leaves things lying around or forgets to pack things because he thought I was taking care of it. Or the fact that he eats like he is at home when we are at a formal function. I am no etiquette queen, but when I am at a nice function, I bring out my good table manners and use them. He either doesn't have them (which I doubt, I know his mother and know she raised him better) or he just doesn't care.

Before we started dating and were just friends, I used to call my husband Mr. GQ. He was always dressed nice and looking hot. Now that we are married and "comfortable" I can hardly get him to wear anything other than work out pants, T-shirts and soccer sandles. I will be dressed to the nines and he's in soccer sandles. I don't want to be a nag. I don't want to be a bitch. I don't want to be un reasonable. I pride myself on being logical and fair in relationships to the best of my abilities. I also know that I suffer from depression and therefore, my emotions can sometimes control me more than I can control them.

So, in honor of 3 beautiful, brilliant woman that I mentioned above, there is my demon. Facing it head on comes next.

So you say it's your birthday...

No, it's not my Birthday too, and I don't know why that song popped into my head at the exact moment of me having to think up a witty and fun title for this post. I can't explain my crazy, so just deal with it.

I haven't been around here much lately. I haven't even been able to catch up on my must read blogs very often. Life has beena roller coaster of sorts lately and I'm still reeling from the ride.

I'll recap without getting too specific on certain parts. Learn from others lessons and all.
About a month ago, someone very instrumental in my life, moved onto another location and is no longer that large a part of my life. Needless to say, my life has become more difficult due to this change. Enough said...Except that with that change, I have very little time for "extracurricular" activites, if you know what I mean (blog, blog). So I am MIBA (missing in blog action.)

In terms of my personal life, which I share almost wholy with you, I have been feeling overused and under rested. My social life has run rampant for the last 5 months and I'm feeling as though I have been run over by a Mack truck repeatedly. I absolutely love being social. For many years of my life, I either didn't have many friends, or didn't know how to be social. So I am very appreciative of the friends I have now and the engagements that enable me to see them all on a regular basis. This year is a special year as a lot of my friends are turning 30. What this means though is that each and every one of them deserves and blow out party. Of which I have had at least one a month for the last 5 months. Throw into that mix, weddings, moving, anniversaries, housewarming parties, rodeo, etc... and I am partied out. It pains me to even say/type those words, but it is true. I'm done. I need a break that includes a remote control and a mindless movie and lasts about a week.

Throw into that me getting sick last week and it is still hanging on tight. So lighter loads to come soon, I promise. I will be witty and snarky and fun soon. Really, I promise.

In other news, I have started another blog for fitness and health. Leave a comment here or there and I will include you in the mix.

To Meat or not to Eat...Meat

I attended a wedding of a close cousin this weekend and something was brought to my attention. There were a couple women there that were vegetarians. Now, when I was younger, I was somewhat of a vegetarian. Somewhat meaning we ate fish and chicken, but no red meat. Now what I noticed or rather what was brought to mind this weekend is that everyone I know that is a vegetarian is really skinny. And very healthy. Now I know this isn't the post PC reason to become a vegetarian, but in my mind at this moment, vegetarian = skinny, which in turn makes me want to become a vegetarian so that I can = skinny. So the question is, to meat or not to eat meat?

Word association

Todays word association word of the day is:

Sick (cough, cough)

Hope everyone out there feels better than I do!

Word association

Since I am drowning at work, but I still miss my blog world and getting those wonderful comments, for the next couple of... well, til things settle down, we'll be playing word games here at Bundles of Babbles.

The game for today is, word association, blogstyle. I will give the first word. The first person to comment tells us what the first thing to come to mind is when they read that word. The person after them has to tell us what the first word is that comes to mind when they read the word that the commenter before them left. And so on...

So, the first word is

BLUE

Your turn.

Emotionally Drunk and Sober

I have been struggling the last couple of days emotionally and finally had a mini break down last night with my husband, magnified by a bottle of wine. I'm fine, just emotionally drained. I've been going non stop socially since about November of last year. And work has been crazy since my boss left. So all day long it's need, need, need at work. Then at home it's need, need, need. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love all my friends and family, but I need me right now. I need down time and not to think. Anyways... the point of my post... As I discussed the basis of my breakdown and the ways in which to fix it, I decided that I would wait to make major decisions until I was emotionally sober. So that's my new phrase, Emotionally Sober.

As of right now, I am still emotinally drunk.

Blogging Buddies for Fitness

Okay, I have some people interested in the Blogging Buddies for Fitness idea, so here's what I think I'm gonna do. As soon as I have some free time (I'll wait til you stop laughing)... Free time... I will create a new blog called Blogging Buddies for Fitness (BBF). I'm hoping to get BBF.blogspot.com as the name... Anyway, I will create a generic username and password and share it with everyone that is interested. That way any of us can post. Comments can be used as well for updates, motivation, etc...

What do you guys think?

Flightsin

We have this thing between my MIL, my hubby and me. My MIL is always going "HUH?" in this high pitched way when she doesn't hear something or doesn't understand something. Hubby and I constantly make fun of her because of this. One day at Christmas we were all sitting around and the following occurred:

MIL to Hubby: "You never listen to me."
Hubby: "What?" (whenever you say anything about listening or hearing and hubby says what, you know he heard you, he's just being a smart ass)
MIL: "I SAID..."

Much laughing followed.

So during the drive down to Corpus Christie a couple of weekends ago for Nana's 80th birthday, Hubby and I were having a conversation about something I don't recall.

Hubby:, "blah, blah, blah, blah..."
Me: "mmmm hmmm, blah, blah, blah..."
Hubby: "Blah, blah"
Me: "Quite So."
Hubby: "Flightsin?"
Me: "Yes, flightsin, that's exactly what I said. Because it made so much sense in the context of our conversation."
Hubby: "Well, I didn't hear you."
Me: "That's what we should say to your Mom from now on when she says, 'huh'. That would really confuse her."

So this morning, hubby gets up to get in the shower and said something and I said, "Quite so."

Guess what the response was.

"Flightsin"

Lightbulb moment

The lightbulb may be cracked though. You be the judge.

I have an idea. As I am trying to get back into exercising, (yes that was what I did this weekend), I thought perhaps creating Blogger Buddies for Fitness might be an idea. One reason I think many people fail at losing weight/getting fit and staying fit is motivation and accountability. It helps me when I have someone I have to answer to regarding my goals to get and stay fit. For some people this is a personal trainer, but since most of us can't afford a personal trainer, we rely on friends and family to help us.

I feel like most of us know what to do in order to get fit in some form or fashion. Like we know that eating fast food all the time is not conducive to a healthy body. But sometimes it's hard for us to follow a plan, to be disciplined. I do better when I know I have to answer to somebody other than just myself.

See, I have a kinesiology degree. I spent 6 years in college learning all about being healthy. I spent hours in dance classes, weight training classes and biology and chemistry classes that explained what good and bad foods do to your body. I even was a personal trainer. So, yeah, I know what I should do, but I don't do it!

I am perfectly capable of writing up a work out plan for myself. I even have weights at home. And videos. And a fitness ball. And a punching bag. Where do I spend my time? On the couch or at Buffalo Wild Wings. I have trained many a friend and when we worked out together, I was the motivational one. I was the one saying, "We have to go to the gym" and "No, we can't miss one day." But, I do better if someone else writes up the plan for me and then asks about my progress. I do better, say, if my doctor suggests me going on Sugar Busters. Or Body for Life or South Beach. I don't believe in fads, I believe in lifestyle.

Anyway, so my idea would be to pair up bloggers as Blogger Buddies for Fitness. One would be a motivation for the other. One would be held accountable to the other. Such as "you posted that you were going to do 20 minutes of cardio. Did you? What did you do?" I suppose that we could set up another blog just for this. We could somehow make it so anyone could log in and post or comment. I haven't put a whole lot of thought into this, but I trust that my wonderfully intelligent readers will have some brilliant ideas. So what do you say?

Mailbox row

In Flight

Sign on picnic table in Corpus Christie. It was on every single picnic table. Ewww.

I am...

Stolen meme with a twist. I found this meme over here and decided I would put a little twist on it. Instead of me filling out who I am, I am going to let my readers do it for me. So tell me in your own words, who you think I am... I might just add the final list to my side bar over yonder. I'll start it off for you, you continue.

Remember this is all about me...

I am a confused cat not sure where to turn at the sight of headlights.
I am a firecracker prior to takeoff.
I am vanilla ice cream.

Brain Teasers

I did something this weekend that I haven't done in awhile. Months actually. It felt good, but now is beginning to catch up with me. My body aches and my mind is trying to figure out what is going on. This thing I did starts with and E and ends in an E. If you do this thing on a regular basis, your body adjusts and doesn't scream, "What the hell have you done to me?" days later. If you do it regularly, others can see the difference and so can you. If you don't do this regularly, others can see the difference and so can you even more. Can you guess what it was?

First person to guess, gets... the satisfaction of being smarter than the average bear.

The Art of Massage

Look, me, on a Sunday, posting. Now pick your jaw up off the floor. It's not THAT outrageous.

I got a much needed massage yesterday and afterwards, feeling refreshed and a little less lumpy, I fed my poor body some crap because frankly, my ass just isn't big enough yet.

I digress. The title of this post has to do with what I think every Masseuse should know, but doesn't seem to know. There are a few things as a customer that I think are really necessary when one is about to place their hands to knead on another person's body.

1. Always ask what specific areas of said person's body need the most work. Where do you tend to hold stress, etc...
2. Do you have any injuries I should know about
3. How is my pressure?
4. Do not under any circumstances, talk during the massage. If I wanted idle chatter, I would go to work, not the spa.

You would think these things would be standard, but I think in all the massages I have ever gotten, only one masseuse has asked all of these questions.

So as not to put all the responsibility on the giver of the kneading of the Gods, as a client, you must do certain things as well.

1. Always shave all important touchable parts.
2. Shower before you go. No one wants to rub a stinky person.
3. Put good-smelly stuff on so you don't stink.
4. Bring comb and something to put your hair up after massage. No one wants to see your greasy mane.

So there you have it, Massage 101.

I know this was a terribly interesting post...

I'm cool, no really, I am...

All the cool kids are doing it so, like the good little follower I am...

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Missing In Action

So, I've been missing in the blog world for awhile. I really do miss you all and miss filling your brains with my useless information. Unfortunately, I am lacking time, brain power, will power, you name it, I'm missing it. I feel like a gerbil in a cage that just goes round and round on that little contraption, but never gets anywhere. So that's just a little explanation as to where I am and what I am up to.

I will try to post more often, but if I don't, please don't forget that I care about this here blog.

Just for Kicks... Driving to work this morning in the pouring down rain, I heard a commercial for lotion. Not just any lotion. Crack lotion. I thought that was hilarious. It's for dry, cracked skin, but they just kept saying, Crack Lotion.

Something

He has been complaining that some of us have not been holding up our end of the blogging bargain. So I told him that I would post. So here you go.


something
SOMETHING
sOmEtHiNg

Go ahead and say it...

What's this?

What is this? This is a post. You see, according to the rules of blogging, I'm supposed to type stuff here so you can read it and stuff. I seem to have forgotten how lately. Sorry about that.

I'm still drowning in catch up work from my time out of the office so I will be scarce still. But I wanted to wish a happy birthday to two dear friends. Happy B-day Jenn and Nikk. Sorry you guys have to share a birthday, but I hope that it is a great one for both of you!

In other news, I've lost something very important to me. It is a vital part of my everyday life and it has been scarce lately as well. So if you see my brain, would you kindly return it to me? Thank you.

I miss you internet!

A very special day

Today is a very special day. For most of you it is that day in which pink and red have gotten puked all over the place and bashing love into our heads in normal. But at our house, it is my hubby's birthday. I like Valentine's Day, don't get me wrong. Or rather, I used to like it before it became this over promoted "Hallmark" holiday. Great, it's a day laid out to tell people that you love them. Shouldn't we do this everyday? Hubby normally sends me roses, which I absolutely love, but the last couple times (birthday, Valentin'es etc), I have told him to save the money and spend it on me elsewhere. I absolutely love flowers, but I really prefer to get them when I don't expect them.

Anyways... my point was to wish my hubby a happy birthday. He is 30 something today and older than me and that is all I will say. He is wonderful and caring and loving and a lot of other things that I will keep to myself. I am so happy to have him in my life everyday. So Happy Birthday Bebe! I love you.

The A Twins

Here's some more Pictures.

I'm back at work, but very busy and out again tomorow and Wednesday for a two day seminar. So here is some cuteness to tide you over until I can catch up. 

Baby Heaven

I am officially in baby heaven. My nephews are absolutely adorable and I can't get enough of holding them. I am changing clothes and changing diapers and loving every minute of it. As I type, the poor boys are getting their wee wees snipped. I am glad I did not go to that appointment. My sister is struggling with it and I can only imagine the pain a mother feels making that decision and having to go through it. But all this baby stuff is making me want one more, so soon enough it will be me I hope. I am getting plenty of sleep, but I'm not the one feeding babies every 3 hours.

I am at my sister's dad's (we have differet fathers) school on the computer in the middle of his computer class. It is a strange feeling. I went to this school over 25 years ago. It is an alternative laid back school that is amazing, but very different from where I finished my schooling. To give you an idea, I am sitting here as they go through class, not a single person is wearing shoes, they get removed at the door. I am working on a Mac computer and uploading photos of my nephews for my sister's dad. The class seems to be writing articles, but others are listening to music, others are looking up things on the internet. It is all very laid back.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in. I am having a great trip and reality will hit hard when I return. I promise lots of pictures and visions of smelling baby heads.

Babies here I come!

I'm off to see the babies, the wonderful nephews of mine. (Sung to the tune of, I'm Off to See The Wizard)

Will be back with lots of pictures. See you in a week.

I just busted myself in the mouth with my phone.

I just keep telling myself, two days until I will be in baby heaven.

Sea of Paper

I am peeking at you through the piles and piles of paperwork I must weed through before I leave tomorrow. AGH!

UPDATE: Take my brain. It's dead.

Go Wild!

Thanks once again to Mia at Ciao! My Bella for my Wild new design. Can't talk now, but will try to post later! Rawrr!

At The Zoo

This song makes me smile.

At The Zoo, Simon and Garfunkel

Someone told me
It's all happening at the zoo.
I do believe it,
I do believe it's true.

It's a light and tumble journey
From the East Side to the park;
Just a fine and fancy ramble
To the zoo.

But you can take the crosstown bus
If it's raining or it's cold,
And the animals will love it
If you do.

Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo.
The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly
butThey're dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.

Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries,
Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently.
What a gas! You gotta come and see
At the zoo.

MIA

I am going to be scarce for probably the next three weeks. I leave this Thursday for a week to go and visit my nephews and my sister. I will not have access to the internet for a whole week and a half. I might die.

I will be busy this week getting stuff done at the job to make sure all does not fall apart while I am gone. Upon my return I will be neck deep in email and the needs of people around me. So here is the weekend recap:

Friday night: 5:30-7:00 p.m.: Drive 1 hour and 30 minutes to her house for Genuine Bash III. Pick up food on the way. Find out on the way that her DSL is not working. No Bashing for us. Arrive with dinner and feed kiddos. At least I had kids to entertain me.

10:30 ish: Wonderful hubby of her's allows us to get onto his computer through the dial up and bash together on one computer. Proceed to confuse many bashers thoroughly.

12:30ish: Get DSL working and get back online about the time Genuine bashes his head on his keyboard. Continue Bashing until very late.

2:00 am-ish: Leave her house to drive home.

3:30 am: arrive home and fall into bed FOREVER.

Saturday: sleep late. Do stuff. Visit with MIL and Friend from Florida. Go to surprise party for friend from Austin. (Side note: bought pop rocks at party store. These aren't so good as an adult. They made my stomach hurt.)

Sunday: Sleep late again. Go to breakfast at Cheesecake Factory with hubby and go to see Meet the Fockers. Cute. Huge for me and hubby to go to a movie though. He doesn't like going to the movie theater with a bunch of people so we have seen 3 movies in the theater in the 4 years I have known him. Go to Sears and replace a ratchet (sp?). Exciting stuff. Come home. Take nap. Make dinner. Drink wine. Go to bed. Wake up at 3:30 a.m. for no $#%^&^# reason.

Exciting stuff ain't it?

What did you do exciting this weekend?

Bashing

I cannot tell you how excited I am that little old computerless me gets to be a part of Genuine Bash III. Hope to see you all there! And thanks to Em's wonderful husband for letting me use his computer. What could be better than side by side blogging?

Dinosaurs and TMI (That is your warning)

Ring
Me: Hello?
Him: Do you like dinosaurs?
Me: In what context?
Him: Well, when I went to shave with the razor in the shower, there was a wooly mammoth in there.

What, I haven't shaved in awhile. It's winter and you can't see mine anyway.

Are these not the cutest little boys you have ever seen? My nephews at 4 days old. I cannot wait to hold them. 

I'm full of shit today

Because I'm impatient and bored and falling asleep and about to poke my eyes out and because I actually kind liked this meme I found at Purple Goddess. And because I'm full of it.

High School Memories

What were your three favorite bands?

Hmm, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Garth Brooks (he-who-I-cannot-stand-now)

What was your favorite outfit?

I had a pair of jeans that had big holes in both knees. I loved these, but was forbidden by my stepmother.

What was up with your hair?

My hair is an everchanging thing. Freshman year I had a perm and blond highlights. By my senior year, I had hair all the way down my back and it was straight as a board.

Who were your friends?

Bekah, Emily, Jennifer, Sherry, Tiff, Lauren, Tammie

What did you do after school?

Practice. Drum and Bulge Corp, Drill Team, Cheerleading. Some club or another.

What did you do in your Summers?

Summers I was visiting my Mom in NM or Mexico or whatever place she decided to stay in for awhile.

Did you take the bus?

No, I got to endure that in junior high. The short bus no less (SHADDUP).

Who did you have a crush on?

Brent Etter. I made this neat little paint your own picture on it puzzle to ask him to prom. He said no. Chicken Shit.

Did you fight with your parents?

If you didn't fight with your parents in high school, you LIE!

Who did you have a celebrity crush on?

Johnny Depp, 21 Jump Street style

Did you smoke cigarettes?

I smoked for a short period of time my freshman year and then quit until I got to college. Who knows other than my step mother smoked and I tried to not be like her.

Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?

I'm crazy not dumb.

Did you go to prom?

Yes, unfortunately. I can say that at least I can't regret not going for all of my life, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. Nothing horrible, but nothing grand. Pretty much me and another guy friend that wasn't going to go, got forced by our friends to go together. Hi, I don't have a boyfriend or any boy that likes me enough to slow dance with me. I'm pathetic, won't you take me to the prom. Blah.

Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?

I thought for sure that I would be married and have at least two children. Married: yes. Children, Practicing.

Pick your poison

No, not that kind. I'm in no more yankie my wankie land right now. Too much wine last night and I was mixing. Stupid.

Anywya, I was thinking of doing a meme. I know, how original. But I'm going to let YOU pick a meme for meme. So, pick a meme and I will do it.

Either I'm not as creative as I think I am or I drink too much wine and therefore have killed all the creative brain cells.

Meme on.

BoyishLY Sexy

You Are Boyish Sexy You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football... Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox. You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness. What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

Ranting and Raving

Hubby and I were watching TV last night and a preview for Super Nanny or whatever that show is came on and there is this three year old with a bat, screaming, "Get out of my way!" Where does a child get something like that? I would speculate a parent. I mean, "Move!" is the standard vocabulary of a 3 year old I would think. Now, I'm not an expert, nor do I have children, but I have worked with children a lot in my past. I can only imagine the mother or father screaming at each other, "Get out of my way!" Regardless, I do have a point, really I do.

Hubby and I then discussed how we grew up. I was taught to respect my elders. Not just my elders, but people in general. Have we as a society gotten so hardened that we no longer treat each other with respect? We really don't. These days it's all about me, me, me. I'm in a hurry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now. Children in general no longer respect elders. Elders seems like such a fuddy duddy word, but the basis of respect your elders I feel is a really important thing that has been lost and I am saddened by that. I hope that when I have children, I will instill in them that those who have lived longer are wiser and should be respected. I hope to teach them by words and by actions in what I do and say on a daily basis. I try to treat people well, including strangers. If my children are being treated without respect by an elder, I hope that by my actions and response, my children will learn that regardless, ALL people should be treated with respect. END RANT.

On another note/rant, email etiquette. I understand that when emailing with friends we tend to be lax in our grammar and spell check and so forth, but in business, tell me is it really okay for a vendor to send an email that says, "OMG that is so cool!" Seriously! Grow up. I know we are in a different time and place and things are much more casual, but professional is still professional, learn to be it.

And lastly, ranting about those ribbons. I support our troops and I support breast cancer treatment and I can even understand having the ribbons. I really do like the small ones that people wear on their lapels, but the car ribbons are getting out of hand. I don't know why they bother me so much, but they do. This morning on my way to work there was a truck that had 8 of them. 8 all the way across the tailgate. Ridiculous I tell you.

Dead Flowers

One of my vendors just sent me flowers. Fed Ex. I don't care how they were sent, you don't send live flowers. They stink. Ewwww.

Who Am I?

As I went and listened to an interview that Dooce did on NPR, I was a little surprised by the sound of her voice. I can't really say what I thought she sounded like, but it wasn't that. It got me to thinking about how we all conjure up a vision of each of our readers and the blogs that we read. We picture people in our minds. What they look like, what they sound like, what they're really like in person. Sometimes it is a pretty solid picture and sometimes it is just a fuzzy idea of who that person is. When we finally see pictures or hear or meet these people, it is interesting to see how the real person compares to the one we have created.

So I'm curious, who am I to you? What do you envision I look like, sound like, etc. I will tell you whether you are right or not. I don't post pictures of myself, but I will describe my attributes after I hear what you think.

Who am I to you?

Bundles of Joy

I am officially an aunt to beautiful baby boys. My baby sister delivered her boys yesterday afternoon. I cannot wait to see and hold those beautiful bundles of joy! They were two minutes apart. The first boy weighed 6 lbs 12 ozs and the second boy weighed 5 lbs 11 ozs. That poor girl!

My dearest readers, yes, this is me topless.  

Lessons Learned

First, I am learning to watch what I say when talking to him and her and her, but really mainly him. But apparently no one is too interested in seeing me topless so I don't have anything to worry about.

Purple hooter shooter with a chaser please

Watching TV two nights ago, this commercial came on for Chasers. Chasers are these pills that are supposed to help prevent hangovers. I have tired them and they might actually work except you have to remember to take them like every two hours while you are drinking. Hello, we're drinking. Memory isn't exactly top on the list when consuming large amounts of alcohol.

The commercial cracked me up. For one thing, the main "character" in the commercial wasn't some 20 or 30 something party person. No, it was a 50 something year old man. Who looked like he had seen his share of alcohol. The best part was the end of the commercial. With a serious face he said, "Don't drink and drive and avoid hangovers." Something like that. I cracked up through the entire commercial, but that sent me over the edge.

Drink responsibly and avoid hangovers.

Oh Shit!

Proof that I am old!

You Are 31 Years Old

31 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

(searching for short skirt and skateboard)

She's having a baby. Two actually.

Well, my sister has a C-section scheduled for Monday morning at 9 CST. When she told me the news, I started crying. I cannot believe it is already time. I'm worried and excited and scared and shocked. My baby sister is having twins. If I'm this much of a basket case when she is having the kids, I can only imagine that I will have gone far off the deep end when I have my own.

And I have to wait a whole month to see her and the boys. I can't believe that, but I am doing what she asked and giving her time to settle down. I'm gonna go nuts not being able to see and hold the boys. Mom has promised to send pictures, but that just isn't enough. Again, patience is not one of my better attributes.

The End of the Photo Meme

This is it folks. All you ever wanted and more.

Amber asked to see:

1) My dirty laundry piles. (lucky for me I just did laundry)
2) My favorite shoes on my feet. (my favorite shoes are my flip flops, but that's pretty boring, so here's a shot of my new shoes)
3) a picture of a picture of me when I was a child

Christine asked to see a picture of my breakfast (Nikki asked to see a longhorn or a cow), a picture of my TV screen during my favorite show, and one item of my choosing as long as it is my favorite color. Red is my favorite color and I love my Betty Boop notebook.

I think I covered everyone. Let me know if I missed something.

Blog Meet in Texas

Changed up that title a little bit to clarify. I just wanted to be sure that everyone was included. As in you over there in OHIO and you over there in CANADA and you guys up there in WASHINGTON... and everyone, everywhere else, even you and you from way over yonger. all of you over there on that blogroll and any who aren't on it. You are all invited. The blog meet just happens to be in TEXAS. Houston-ish to be exact. We have some interest building and hope for more. So drop a comment and let me know if you are interested.

There might just be a special guest too. Can't tell you yet though.

How many Bloggers can fit in one location?

I got nothin'

I'm lacking today. So, without any ado, tell me 5 random songs and their artists that are on your playlist or whatever it is you kids use to listen to music these days.

My completely random list includes:

1. Piece of Work - Jimmy Buffett
2. In Another's Eyes - Trisha Yearwood & Garth Brooks
3. Sorry For The Rain - Fisher
4. You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban
5. Country Boyz - Nappy Roots

No you go.

Closeted

Photo Meme continued:

Jenny asked to see my closet. Sorry it's fuzzy, I took it this morning. I was fuzzy.

She also asked for a pic of a pet, but we don't have any pets. Sorry.

Daily Breakfast

Looks like I will be eating all of this for breakfast from now on.

Texas Blog Meet

I had to refrain from typing Meat for some reason there in the title. Have I mentioned I'm a dork? Just doing my daily deed to prove it.

Moving along. Em and I have discussed this off and on for awhile so I thought I would put some feelers out. Sorry to be so touchy/feely. Not really... Boy am I having trouble staying on track today.

If you are in the Lonestar state (or anywhere and willing to travel to the Lonestar state) and would be interested in meeting some fellow bloggers, leave a comment here and Em (yes, I'm roping you into this) will start planning one with the help of anyone else interested in helping.

How many Texas bloggers can fit into one location?

*UPDATE: I guess I should mention that we are in the Houston area. Since the Lonestar state is kinda big and all.

Dearest friend:

Dear Alcohol,
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions.

While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?

2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips(washed down with WINE & topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries). I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.

3. Clumsiness:
Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,
Your biggest fan

P.S. I really need answer by COB today as I have Margarita Therapy scheduled. Thank you.

Photo Meme

Well, a little at a time people.

Last Girl on Earth asked to see the inside of my fridge.

Mellie asked for a picture of my mailbox.


That's it for today, but more to come soon.

The ride into work this morning at 7:00 am CST. 

Weekend Recap: Cuz I know you care

As much as any sane person could possibly say that Monday is not bad, I'm having a pretty good day so far. I had a great weekend and despite not wanting it to end, I had a beautiful drive in to work this morning. God was present. Will post pictures soon.

Friday we had friends over for dinner. Sad to say not many of my friends have gotten to the see the new house, so I was excited to show it off. Hubby made a great dinner and much wine was consumed.

Saturday AM we got up and met friends at the dirt bike track. Took some pics and will post those in a little while as well. And yes, I will post the pictures requested in the previous post. Give me a little time. Maybe I will do one a day. Maybe I won't. I'm noncommittal.

Anyways...
Saturday afternoon I cleaned/moved things around in the guest bedroom so that my friend Jen would have a place to sleep when she came to visit and party. We went to Berryhill, my first trip and enjoyed the best queso I have ever had and fish tacos. Then off to the country bar for some dancing. Ran into an old dance partner and just hung out. Nothing much to tell. Later met up with Hubs and some other friends at another bar. Watched some drunks dance to bad music and questioned the fashion choices of the "younger" generation.

Sunday I finally was able to get Jen out of bed around 1:00 PM. That girl can sure sleep. I managed to utterly demolish an attempt at breakfast, so we ate at the food cart at the mall. Now I don't shop very often and when I do I normally buy something at Target or Walmart. Yeah, I'm stylin', I know it. Proof in point that I rarely shop, I didn't even know that NY and Co. had closed in July and rearranged the store. Jen on the other hand, is the shopping queen and for once she helped me shop rather than me watching her shop. That girl can drop some cash. But she works her ass of so she deserves to spend money on shopping. I bought two pairs of pants, 4 shirts and 2 new pairs of shoes for $150.00. Yeah me. I love NY and Co. I also managed to buy 3 bras after trying on 15 and chaffing my boobies. Great visual I am sure. Hubby was also glad to hear that I have gone up another size. Music to his ears, to me it just means I am getting fatter.

All in all, I had an enjoyable weekend. Can't say I'm glad to be at work, but at least I can blog here.

Behind the times

I am sooooo yesterday. I know, I don't need it rubbed in. Unless of course you are rubbing the sore spot that is my entire back. In that case, keep a-rubbing. My point, ah yes, a point. Well, I finally got one of those things called a digital camera. And I am soooo in lovvvve with it too. I carry it in my purse and take pictures of anything and everything, as you can see by the recent posts of pictures and nothing much else. Anyhoo... A While, long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, there was a meme, a picture meme. Tell me three, or cuz I'm lazy and such, one or two or whatever you feel like, things that you want to see a picture of and I will get them for you in no particular order and in not particular time frame. How you like them apples?

So, what do you want me to shoot? Pictures that is. This is Texas after all.

Won't you humor a little behind the times meme?

Poo head

No I don't have a two year old learning to talk. I have a 30 something husband who decided while we were dating that Pooter Shooter would be my nickname. Lucky for me, he has shortened it and mostly just calls me Shooter. Hence Shooter's Station, the url for my blog. But on occasion, hubby calls me poo head, or poo poo shoo, or poo shoo. So just now on the phone...

Him: "I love you poo head."
Me: "I love you too."
Him: "Poo heads are better than none."

And that's why I love him.

Confessions of a 30 Something Drama Queen

I'm doing as little as possible today. Case in point: I have 4 browsers open.

Browser 1: Blogroll
Browser 2: Blog Explosion
Browser 3: BlogClicker
Browser 4: This post

Headed Home 

To be as late as possible, our Christmas Tree. 

Roll on highway, roll on. 

Watch out for that firecracker!  

I know I'm late, but I finally got my camera and was able to hook it to the computer. This was all the fireworks we had at NYE. 

Baby Girl

I didn't write too much about my last trip to NM. Mainly because there was so much to say and I didn't quite know how to put it all into words. One of the things that hit me hard during my trip was how "grown up" my baby sister is. When I say baby sister, I mean she is four years younger than me. She is technically my big, little sister as she is almost 6 feet tall. As I sat in her living room and watched her clean her house and interact with her boyfriend, I was struck by this woman. She was no longer just my little sister, she was a woman, a homemaker, a girlfriend, a career woman, and a soon to be mother of not one, but two little boys. She brought tears to my eyes as I saw her pregnant for the first time.

This woman has had to grow up faster than most. She has worked as hard as any adult from the first time she was able to get a paying job. She helped pay the bills when she was just a teenager. She has been the parent to her parents for so long. Now she will be a parent to her own children, which is the way it should be. I am so proud of who she has become. And although I know she looks up to me quite a bit, I also know that I had very little to do with the beautiful, strong, intelligent, amazing woman that she has become. T you are beautiful. I love you and am proud of who you have become. I know you will make a great mother, for you have been one for many years. I wish for you peace and strength when you give birth to my beautiful nephews.

BoB has made people go Bonkers

Well, it seems that in my absence, the blog world, at least a little part of it, has gotten some panties and boxers in a great big wad. Why do I care to comment on the hilarity of it all, well, I get to do what I want most of the time as my parents tell me I am a grown up now.

Some of the things being said are that the BoB Awards are all about a popularity contest. Well isn't anything in this nice reality riddled world we live in. Do you think the Presidential Election was about values, no it was popularity. Bottom Line. School elections, Government elections, polls, it's all about popularity. What or who people know is the driving force in our lives. You don't pick an apple over an orange if you've never tasted an apple and you know you like oranges. I have been voting for some of these people with panties in a wad and I vote for them because I like their blogs. I don't know any of them personally. I read. I enjoy. That's it.

I am honored to be nominated for a BoB Award as I am please to be in the company of such wonderful writers, entertainers and down right fun and interesting people for a variety of reasons. I blog because, well, that's another post. The BoB Awards were supposed to be fun and nothing too serious. Sure, there's prizes involved, but whoopie, there are prizes at Chuck E Cheese, do you freak out over those? This is supposed to be FUN people. What happened to the FUN?

*Please note that I chose not the link anything in this post as I was venting frustration rather than pimping the awards. And as a side note, I was nominated for biggest blog whore and so I have just been playing the part in which I was nominated.

Keep your stink to yourself

Don't you just hate when someone walks into your office right after their smoke break and then leaves your office stinking like cigarette smoke.

Yea, I will Lysol your ass.

In other news...

Work is kicking my ass. Technically, I have been neglecting work for blogging and have felt the need to get focused and actually do the job that I get paid for. And I'm really busy. So, I am here. I appreciate the comments and will try and respond as soon as I can to all of your wonderful words. In the meantime, let's do a little blog it forward. Leave me a comment of a blog/person that I should check out and why you read them. I will then go to each of those sites and leave a comment telling them that you sent me.

To blog it forward, why don't you go check out Sarcastic Journalist. She is a fellow Texan from very near me. She is snarky and funny and tells it like it is. Go and try and find out why her site is called Shenuts.

Hope to catch up with each and every one of you soon. And don't forget who your favorite Whore is.

What did I do to you?

Okay, so I am getting my cute little blog whore ass kicked over at the awards. People. What did I do. I mean, you are driving me to drink. What do I have to do to get some votes around here? A shorter skirt? A shorter top? No top? What? I mean really. I'm hurt, wounded, crying in my soup. Except I don't have any soup!

Okay, I'm out of breath from running around yelling at you guys. I'm off to practice my whore dance! Wanna watch?

Big Bird

Just heard in a budget meeting:

"I want to be the big bird."

Huh?

So who do you want to be? I'm Elmo. Hokey Pokey Elmo to be exact.

Assignment Blogroll

I'm off to a meeting shortly, but I have a mission for you. Should you choose to accept said mission, you just might learn/meet something/one new.

Mission:
First, go to my blogroll, (that never ending thing over there on the left), and pick a blog you have never seen before. Go visit them. Leave them a comment. Then come back and tell me who you visited and what you learned from them. You might just expand your blogroll. Rinse. Repeat. Got it? Good.

This message will self destruct in ... Never.

As for me, I'm going here and choosing from their blogroll. I chose randomly from my blogroll. And I am visiting http://www.livejournal.com/users/crittersitter/. Enjoy.

The things you've taught me

Happy New Year!

I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your chain letters over the past year. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy. Because of your concern, I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans. I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan. I no longer eat prepackaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike. I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (Jeez, the BIBLE did not mention it works that way!) I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time) I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes, I want to thank all of you soooooooo much for looking out for me! I will now return the favor. Your first 2005 chain letter!If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will poop on your head at 5:00 pm tomorrow afternoon and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend.

Bra Talk

There is no poking out of the underwire today. But I really need a new bra, cuz the boobies aren't staying in this one.

On my way to reaching goals!

Holy crap batman! Look what I got!

I'm sooooo classy

Why? Because if you worked where I work, you could have just witnessed my putting my hand down my shirt to fix the underwire from my bra sticking me in the boob. While eating candy corn I found in my desk drawer. Tell me that ain't classy? Not tell me I ain't a whore!

Crack pipe dreams

I was over catching up at Corp.Mommy and reading her most recently post about her dream Jag and it got me thinking.

We all have dreams of things that we know we will probably never have. Some of us are more optimistic or young or naive and believe these things are attainable. Some of us are realistic/jaded/comfortable/pessimistic and don't believe we can ever have these things, but a piece of us is still hopeful. I fall somewhere in the middle. I have always been a sort of status quo girl. I am one of those people that unless it is REALLY broken, I just deal. I don't fix. I get by.

I have a job I love now, but if I were to lose it tomorrow (Please God NO!) I would go find something else to do. Whatever I could find. I don't really have a career per se. I have a BS in Kinesiology with a minor in Psychology and I work in marketing. For a hotel. And I love it. I am a PR/Ad person that proofreads and does project management more than anything. I like it. But it is very status quo. My dream job would be to be a dancer for music videos and awards shows and stuff like that. Small problem, I'm now old, out of shape and really don't look good in those midrif baring shirts that used to look so good, I mean slutty on me. I also would love to be a photographer and make lots of money for photos I take. One problem, no training, no camera (coming soon) and no motivation. Status Quo. I talk about taking classes. And talk and talk.

Boy did I get off the subject. My intent at the beginning of the post was to list some things I would love to have, but that I don't think will ever happen. And in the end, I'm okay with that, because unfortunately as I begin to build said list in my head, it is very materialistic and that is just not who I want to be nor who I really am. So I shall list in random order things that I would love to have, but don't need to have:

~A Volvo SC90. This is my dream car/SUV.
~A house with enough rooms for my (future) kids to have their own rooms. A playroom/gameroom, a movie room, a swimming pool and hot tub, an outdoor kitchen. Oh, and it would be on the beach, but built into a mountain. kay.
~The ability to purchase clothes whenever I wanted no matter how much they cost. And shoes. And purses. And stuff for my house. Okay, just lots of money, keep it coming now.
~The freedom, financial and otherwise to travel all over the world, whenever I wanted to.

What pipe dreams do you have?

My REAL Resolution for 2005

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Become an online stalker. Get your resolution here

I think I am doing quite well thank you. Am I stalking you, or you, or you in the corner who likes to hide from me? You can't hide.

De-lurking is De-lovely

Sheryl over at Papernapkin has declared today, Delurking day, so be De-Lovely and leave a de-comment. I know I have a couple of readers. I think.

Cactus Aid

Chris is doing his part to help with aid for the tsunami victims as well as doing a little pimping of himself. Which is pretty cool as Cactus is pretty cool and his has body wear that says Zero Tolerance for Asshats. So go help and buy some cool stuffs!

Parallel Whoring

Well, I guess I'm not a very good Blog Whore as I am getting my ass kicked in the BoB awards. I don't know whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. I will tell you that I'm tired of having my ass hang out of this short skirt and my feet hurt from the hooker boots, so I guess I can slack off now and just put my yoga pants back on and be comfy. And I don't have to take hand me down's from Beth once she chooses her awards outfit and bling. Jay has called me out for stealing his girlfriend/fiances name and his wallet among other things. As I just don't look as good in a Tiara as he does, I wish him the best at winning. He is certainly better at cheating, I mean Whoring, than I am. I just want to see what dress he chooses should he win.

So with that, I give you this:

Searching for PBP (Professional Blog Pimp) to Whore me Out. I just am too tired from being ridden, ahem, I mean whoring, I mean working, to pimp myself out right now. Please inquire within the comment section. Prior experience helpful.

What's my name?

Meetings suck! And I've left my brain somewhere else. I'll get back to you.

2005 not so resolutions

I don't really do resolutions. All that setting yourself up for failure, etc. I have never been one to write down goals even though I am a big supporter of telling others that the best way to reach your goals is to write them down. If I am one thing, it is honest, I am a hipocrite and quite good at it.

So, in no particular order and with no particular reasoning, I present a list of things, that if were they to happen in 2005, I would consider it a successful year. This will hopefully be an ongoing, neverending list.

In 2005 I would like to:

listen more
talk less
give more
take less
be more and not less
become a mother
become a better wife
become a better housekeeper (shaddup)
become a better photographer
become a better friend
workout more
squish less
love more, endlessly, selflessly
become a wonderful Aunt
learn about plants so as not to kill my existing beautiful landscaping
Maintain/better my relationship with my parents (all of them)
Keep in better touch with my brother
visit my sister frequently
go on vacation
drink less
worry less
be meaningful more
be useless less

What do you wish for yourself in 2005?

Leaf me alone

How does one respond, when in the middle of lunch, your husband looks at you and says, "So, I guess all the leaves HAVE to fall of the trees, huh?"

I think this was his attempt at trying to figure out how to not have to rake the front yard 10 times a day.

Can I just say...

HOOK EM! What an awesome game. Vince Young has some serious talent. I have not kept up with my Texas Ball as much this year as in the past, but this game kept me on my toes and gave me new respect for a running QB. I don't know how many times I yelled "Beautiful!" at the TV, but hubby could hear me yelling in the garage. A little bit of role...not really reversal, but strange roles as I am the one that likes football, hubby does not. So he tinkered in the garage while I screamed and yelled at the TV.

Can I also just say, I am so not feeling the love today.

Best Little Blog Whore in Texas

Well, you like me, you really like me.

Thanks to Em, Jenn, Michelle, Sara, and Mellie for nominating me for Best Blog Whore. Please go and check out all of the finalists, in all the categories and then vote for the blogger you think is most deserving. These awards are great because they recognize the people who blog for fun and friendship and comraderie. All of the finalists are worthy of awards as are all the nominees. I am honored to be even nominated and be in the company of these people. Voting ends January 17th.

Oh, and I wouldn't be a good little blog whore and the Best Little Blog Whore in Texas, if I didn't say, Vote For Me Ya'll! Thanks ya much! Yee Haw! Now quit looking up my blog skirt and go vote.

Simon Says

In keeping with our game theme, let's play a little game of Simon Says, except of course, my name is not Simon, (or maybe it is) so it will be a game of Jazzy Says. Actually it will be a game of ________ (Your Name) Says. Leave a comment with a link to one of your daily must-reads in the form of "__________(Your Name) Says, go check out my daily must-read, http://www.______________.com."

The next person to comment should leave their Simon Says must-read recommendation and then go to the previous commentors' Simon Says must-read recommendation and leave a comment. Share the love people.

I'll go first.

Jazzy says, go check out my must read daily, Michele. And of course, tell her I sent you.

***UPDATE: Tell me how you REALLY feel about this game. It sucks apparently.