Thursday, December 30, 2004

Pet Resolutions

That would be Peanut, which is pronounced "peenit", and he is the hito of the family.  I never had a son, so he's it.  Sorry for the weird eyes - the camera knowledge is coming slowly.

The weekend assignment was a cute one - basically to give your pet a new year's resolution and imagine one to you from them.  Since we have a grand total of 13 pets now (YES, THIRTEEN: one horse, five dogs, two cats, two birds, two rabbits and a snake.  Only two little dogs, the cats, the birds and the snake are indoors, if that helps.) I decided to focus on my babies, and not my kids'.  We live in a rural area, obviously.

Peanut's assigned resolution is to be more cuddly.  I try so hard to squooge with that dog, but he's real funny about personal space.  He hates being picked up and hates being hugged or snuggled.  He gets completely stiff and sticks all four legs out all hard.  He needs to loosen up and enjoy the squooge.  Its like he's afraid we'll mess up his fur or something.

I believe his to me would be for me to lose all of his sweaters.  He looks so dapper, but he gets teased by the bigger outside dogs, and as Omar once put it..."he'd get his butt kicked for wearing that in Brooklyn".  So what - I think he looks adorable, and it keeps him from shivering constantly. 

This is Tinkerbell, the sweetest, snuggliest dog in the whole world.  I often refer to Peanut and Tinkerbell as "Pinky and the Brain".   She's somewhat dim, but makes up for it by being as sweet as ever.  She also causes trouble, so her nicknames are "stinkerbell" and "stink". 

Tinkerbell's assigned resolution is to leave the trash ALONE.  She loves trash.  Any trash.  Paper, plastic, cans, tissue, boxes, cardboard...GROSS STUFF...and no matter how dog-proofed it is, no matter how many chewies or toys she has, she finds it and tries to hide it for secret consumption later.

Her resolution for me would be to stop hiding the yummy trash.  Guess what - it ain't happening.  We'll get through this addiction problem together, stink.  (Notice she has bells on her collar....that's how I know exactly where she is.  She'd like to lose her collar along with Peanut's sweaters, but that's not happening either.  MUAH HA HA HA HAAAA)

This is Phyl.  I named him that because when I first got him he was impossible to sex  (Phyl could be short for Phyllis).  I am almost positive he's male now, so Phyl it is.  Phyl is a ribbon snake whose main diet is whole minnows.  He chases them and swallows them whole.  Its kinda cool to watch.  Ribbon snakes don't bite.  When they get angry or alarmed they emit this stinky stuff - kinda like a skunk, but no where NEAR as bad.

Phyl's resolution from mama is to stop barfing.  Snakes have very finicky stomachs, I've learned.  They'll barf if they get too hot or too cold, and they'll barf if something scares them, and they'll barf if they eat too fast.  I know...TMI, but I really wish he'd stop barfing so much.

His resolution for me would be to figure out his perfect temperature preference and stick to it.  He'd also like larger fish.  Once he quits puking he'll get bigger fish. 

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Being a pet owner is so fun.  A beloved DJ on one of our local radio stations claims that pets can talk to their owners for about 15 minutes starting at midnite on Christmas.  I didn't manage to stay awake that long, but I've always imagined Peanut speaking with an English accent....I'm so bizarre.

"Pray tell mumsy....could we forget the sweaters for a spell perhaps?  Yes, quite."

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I'll pass the assignment on to Emily (link on my favorites) for the kitties, and maybe Kayla and I will work on one for the horse.  Hee.

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What a fun assignment!!

Happy Thursday (again)

MUAH!!

She said I'd be taking dorky pictures...

Is this the dream guy or what??  Not only does he know how to fix cars, build things, repair appliances, ride motorcycles, drive huge pieces of equipment, semis and the like, be a good dad, be an awesome dream guy for me....

                                         ...BUT HE CUTS HAIR.

He gave me an awesome haircut and I just colored it myself.  No, you won't see a pic of that because I'm already in my giant "Would I Lie?" oversized t-shirt/nightie and there are too many pervs out there.   Obviously I cooked for my family tonight (ignore the evidence on the counter).

This would be the "after" shot...she looks a little happier.

The point of this entry (yes there is one, besides the fact that I have the most awesome man in the world and no I didn't cook this evening) is that YES I got that digital camera and YAY I figured out how to plug in and upload my pics this evening.  Go me.

Happy Thursday night!!

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

The Tsunami

image credits here

There's a story in this morning's paper, under the headline "Tsunami Death Toll Soars to Near 60,000"...Its a story by Paul Watson of the Los Angeles Times, called "Devastating Waves Ripped Families Apart". 

It tells of a man who wanted desperately to save his son from the impact of the tsunami, and how he hugged the little 3 year old boy as tight as he could to protect him from the huge waves.  The first wave lifted the two of them about as high as a two story building, flinging them against trees, concrete and other debris but he still held on to his terrified, screaming little boy.  Then the wave dropped them and something hit the man's back, forcing his arms open.  "The water pulled Rajaraman away and down into a roiling torrent, and all his father could do was watch the terrified face of his son as the boy disappeared." 

He still hasn't found his little son's body.  He has no idea where he is.  I can't possibly imagine the pain of that horrible image that will forever torment that father.  I can't imagine searching poloroid photos of dead bodies, looking for your babies or loved ones.

World Vision is gathering money for this effort, as well as the Red Cross, and  Unicef.  (Found another one on AOL's Welcome Page:  Network for Good)

Sorry to be so dark and depressing, but I feel I have to do something.  Just thought I'd say my bit.  Trying to grasp something this huge is really difficult, but maybe we can help just a little bit from here if we give what we can.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I know I've been bad...

Hopefully I'll have time to be a better blogger later.  December 25th came and went, its fiscal year end time at the j-o-b as well as the beginning of payroll tax season....

Tomorrow will be better.  Tune in next time for some random brilliant purge.

MUAH happy Tuesday!!

PS Louie got me that digital camera I've been hinting for!!!!  I finally can post actual pics to my journal.  I hope.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Other New Mexico Christmas Traditions

The above pic is from Old Town - the oldest portion of Albuquerque. 

Luminarias are basically paper bags filled with a bit of sand and a lit candle placed in the center.  Y'all have Christmas lights and decorations - New Mexicans have luminarias.

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Some people call these farolitos (little lanterns) and its always a big needless debate about which is more appropriate.  I grew up here, we've always called them luminarias, so that's what they are to me.  Some native New Mexicans (usually the nortenos from Santa Fe and Taos) say that luminarias are little bonfires, and what I'm talking about are farolitos.  Whatever you want to call them - we'll know what they are.

Anyway, the story goes that in the sixteenth century, small bonfires (luminarias) were lit to guide people to midnight mass.  In the early nineteenth century, US settlers brought Chinese paper lanterns and hung them instead of lighting the bonfires.  Always thinking of a cheaper easier route, native New Mexicans used small paper bags for their lanterns, and farolitos were born.  My Louie was raised in northern New Mexico and remembers these traditions from being in that small town (which I think is totally cool).  Disclaimer: I'm not Catholic, so I'm no expert about Christmas Mass.  This is stuff I've learned by just being here.

The night of Las Posadas (means an inn or a place of lodging in Spanish) is a celebration introduced to Mexican Indians by European missionaries.  The idea was to reenact the story of Mary and Joseph's quest to find a place to stay in Bethlehem.  Beginning on December 16, it lasted nine nights.  Each night carolers would go from house to house singing a spanish song asking for food and shelter.  The people in the houses would offer traditional foods like posole, chile stews, tamales, biscochitos and empanadas. 

(key:  posole (poh-so-lee) is hominy with pork and red or green chile. Tamales (tah-mah-lays) are harder to explain - take a corn husk, put maza (dough made with corn meal) in it, roll it up with pork and red or green chile, and steam it.  Biscochitos - recipe on previous entry. Empanadas are little pies that you can stuff with basically anything.  Lots of people deep fry them, but I'm going to try baking them.)

Anyway now Las Posadas is on Christmas Eve.  After everyone is finished eating those traditional foods, the idea is that the luminarias light the way to Christmas Mass.  SAFETY NOTE:  If you choose to put them on your home like this, (see below) its best to stick regular white lights inside - these guys are prone to tip in the wind.

Usually on the days leading up to Christmas Eve (and on Christmas Eve itself) people go strolling and/or driving around to check out the luminarias.  Old Town (first pic) is a great place to walk around because there are usually carollers there, and there are bus tours and other things to take advantage of.

This last weekend, Louie, Kayla, Emily and I went to Traditions (an outlet center) outside of town to see a huge light display.  They even had a real horse-drawn carriage ride.  It was awesome.

Come on over!

Sidenote:  Anyone know how to insert Spanish characters into journal text? 

Anyway, this is a beautiful time of the year here in New Mexico, and hopefully someday everyone can come and check it out themselves.  I've cited the source for the pics to CMA.

MUAH

Have a wonderful Tuesday!

 

Monday, December 20, 2004

We're almost there...

It doesn't look like I'm gonna, either.  This is going to be a "Kids only" Christmas.  Bummer.  We've had worse years, honestly, and everything I do around the holidays is for them anyway.

This weekend we baked a ton of cookies, and Kayla's turned out the best.  I'm really impressed with my last minute improv...so impressed I'm gonna share.

Biscochitos are a New Mexico Christmas tradition.  They're little cookies with a very unique taste.  Basically the flour is very dry and fatty - one cup of lard, three cups of flour, some baking powder, a dash of salt and one egg.  Then, the recipe called for three tablespoons of sweet wine, which is basically the only liquid to the stuff.  Come to find out, Louie drank the sweet wine.  Sooooo I used Aileen's Kahlua (spelling?) and they turned out better than they ever have.  They're wonderful. 

(hint: if you wanna make them, add a smidge of water to make the batter wet enough to hold together to roll out.  The recipe calls for anise seed but I don't care for the taste so I nixed it.  Use cute cookie cutters and sprinkle with cinnamon sugar.  Bake at 350 for 15 minutes, or until they're browned on the bottom - they won't get too brown on the top.)

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.  I might attempt empanadas this Friday, but that's still up in the air.  I'll let you know.

Drew - if you're out there, e-mail me, ya brat.

have a wonderful rest of your monday

MUAH!

Friday, December 17, 2004

Some questions answered....

At what point(s) in your life have or had you felt at your best, or most beautiful, and why?

:::Stunned silence:::

You know my first answer would have been when I in my late teens...but then I thought naw, I was still so very insecure about stuff then.  Starving myself, hair falling out in clumps, bones showing....obviously that wasn't a great time in my life. 

Then, I thought of a better time ... right before my divorce, I was feeling so strong.  All during my marriage I was told I wasn't intelligent, wasn't attractive, I was ignored and blown off, and my self esteem was pretty much in the toilet.  Then I decided I was going back to college, and once I started attending UNM I realized that with my 4.0 the first semester I wasn't stupid (its still a 3.7 thank you very much), and with the attention I was getting from guys on campus (younger and older) I wasn't ugly.  I started exercising again like crazy - power walked about 10 miles a day - and the feeling I had at that time was amazing.  It was scary as heck, but once I was on my own, I realized I could do things by myself, like getting my own place, beating cancer, and bettering my situation.  I was intelligent.  I was attractive.  I was healthy.  I felt wonderful.  I didn't NEED anyone.  Empowerment is such an awesome thing.

I'll admit I got side-tracked a bit with the mean jerk, but now I've rekindled that strength.  Its almost as if I do the best for myself when I've been hurt, or when I'm coming out of a bad situation. I wonder how many other women experience that. 

I still don't NEED anyone.  I'm getting healthier.  I'm still intelligent, now I'm successful in my own right, and almost done with school.  I feel wonderful.

So while I'm still not back to my 1993-94 best, I'm feeling pretty beautiful right now, and its inside as well as out.

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--OR--  Do you ever clip your toenails, let the trimmings land where they may, and then not pick up after yourself??

Uhm....ew?  My daughter does that and I HATE it.  That is so sick, nasty and just plain wrong.  That's like leaving a snot-filled kleenex for someone else to throw away.  Break out the hazmat gear.

ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.

 

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Twas the last day of finals...

I'm done.  Semester's over.  I'm calling it.

Thank you so much Aileen for editing everything and getting my butt through it and putting up with my crapola.  I'm so glad I fired my old editor - you're so much better and better qualified.

Sigh!

Five more classes and I'm graduating, but right now I just want to enjoy the general "over ness" of the semester.  I won't get my grade in my other class for weeks....I'm just glad its over.

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Starting Phase I of the Christmas shopping this afternoon.  At this point, only the kids are getting gifts.  The holiday is for them anyway, right?  I love seeing them all psyched waiting for Christmas to get here. 

My ex tells me that to avoid the holiday crowd at wally world, he finds a 24 hour one and goes at like 2 or 3 AM.  Now this is typical of him....but I still can't fathom getting my butt out of bed at dark thirty to go to Walmart.  That's where I'm headed this afternoon, so I may have a different opinion come this evening.

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Our vendors showed up with three cheesecakes this afternoon, a box of fudge balls (sounds kinda dirty, doesn't it), cheesecake bonbons, and pecan brittle.  I have been SO GOOD.  I need a freakin medal for staying away from all this stuff.

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Alright I'm outta here....think happy holiday shopping thoughts...

OH everyone's journal topic this week is basically asking any questions (within reason) you'd like the journal owner to answer.  Of course, you can do this any time, but feel free to post questions (within REASON) and I'll answer them.

MUAH!

have a wonderful Thursday!!

 

Monday, December 13, 2004

You can't reason with the unreasonable

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Look What You've Done"

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

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I just love that song.  It's by Jet, for all who care.  They also sing that completely awesome song "Are You Gonna Be My Girl".  Anyway I really listened to this one this morning, and its so appropriate for one tiny aspect of my life right now. 

I have this huge personality flaw (well sometimes it is) where I have to make every effort to resolve unsettling things in my life.  If possible, I like to come to a bygones stage with everyone who's ever hurt me.  The bygones stage can have several different levels, from "fuggetaboutit" to "I'll say hi to you but I don't have to like you" to "its resolved and I never want to see you again".  I hate wasting energy on hating someone or being angry at someone.  I can't stand closing doors and walking away from something and leaving it unresolved.

Those of you who know me know that I've been working on resolving this for quite some time, and gotten nowhere.  One step forward, two steps back.

I've decided in this case, for my own personal mental health, I need to pull an Aileen and slam the door and walk away, as difficult as that may be. 

There's no reasoning with the unreasonable.

*poof*

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So the party was a blast, even though the service stunk.  Louie did pick out something short, but it wasn't appropriate for this thing so I wore something a little more appropriate (and a little longer - not everyone wants to see that much leg at an office party - my 71 year old assistant/adopted mom would have freaked). 

This party was at Copeland's, which is supposed to be New Orleans food, but I ordered eggplant parmesian.  I spent some time in New Orleans, and never once on a menu did I see eggplant parmesian, but it was AWESOME nonetheless. 

SIDENOTE: Thank goodness no one ordered crawfish!!  Those things look like something that Jabba the Hut would eat.  I still have nightmares about that wretched slurping sound. I was sitting on the Riverwalk on the phone with a certain Brooklyn someone when that took place - two heaping plates of boiled crawdads for the table next to me.  Think of snapping it and sucking out both sides...UGH!  Now that I think of it, perhaps that was foreshadowing.

New drink:  Red Storm.  Kinda like the bay breeze but with raspberry juice and vodka and something else.  mmmmmm  Louie had a Hurricane, which was unbelievably strong...I took one sip and I coughed for two minutes.  ACK.  Can you tell I rarely drink?  I'm so exploring the land of mixed drinks now.  I'm particularly enchanted by Bailey's in hot cocoa....YUM (THANKS AILEEN!!!)

We had a wonderful time, and took the long way home.  Heh.

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I turn in final #2 tomorrow - hope I did it correctly.  The instructions were so vague on this thing....I've got it done and about 12 pages worth of research paper done...I'll be such a happy girl come Thursday night.

No school until January 18 after that. 

My kids only get from the 23rd to the 3rd off, which is extremely short for a holiday break.  Its better for working moms like me, but still....give em two weeks at least.  Jeez.

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Sorry for the randomness, but that's all I have today. 

Have a wonderful Monday the 13th!

MUAH!

Friday, December 10, 2004

Christmas Party Tonight!!

Our office Christmas party is tonight and boy do we need it.  Mr. Bossman's in a FINE mood, and we've been running around all day.  The stress level's at an all time high.  This year its at Copeland's - I'm hoping they have something besides salad on the vegetarian menu.

Louie's my date (of course) and he says he's already got something picked out for me to wear....this should be interesting.  I'm sure its very short.

I can't wait to taste that glass of wine....

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I went to very yucky chickenbowl ( aka Teriyaki Chickenbowl - Emily couldn't say it when she was little, and it sort of stuck.  Kinda like B.B. Aileen...) Anyway, they no longer have a vegetarian plate.  However, you can get a side of steamed vegetables and a side of steamed rice, they just refuse to put them in the same container.

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This weekend I'll be spending writing my take home final and my research paper.  Then ... (drumroll)... I'll be done for this semester!!!

I scored an 87% on my auditing exam - brought me back up to the B+, and I'm DONE!  No more subjective classes for me.  I want black and white.  Tax code or numbers.  Nothing more.

SIDENOTE:  I think the reason I love numbers so much is that they never lie or squirm.  Everything is straight up, right in front of you.  You can play with them and get different results, but for the most part, they're completely logical.  That, and I'm one of those sick individuals who likes math.

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I'm not sure how much I'll be around for the next few days, so I hope everyone's weekend is a happy, fun and relaxing one.

MUAH!

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Christmas means...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...stress!!

Almost every year I do this.  I stress about where money's gonna come from for Christmas gifts.  This is NOT the spirit of the season, but y'all know everyone on a budget does this.  How am I going to pull this off?  Every year I figure out a way - usually involves robbing Peter to pay Paul or some variance of that, but I manage it every year.  I stress up until I've got all the gifts bought and wrapped and everything's baked and ready.

Now, is this the true spirit of the season?  Isn't it supposed to be fun and heart warming and a wonderful time of the year?  Why does everything have to be so based on material things, driven by money and how much you have or how clever you disguise the fact that you don't have any money to spare at all?

I LOVE giving things to people.  I often go crazy wanting to give people their gifts early because I love it so much.  I am also fortunate enough to have a wide circle of friends, peers, professional contacts, etc.

[Side note:  This is the first year since 2001 that I won't be spending a huge amount of money on one certain someone.  I also won't spend weeks watching the mail for a promised present that was never actually sent.  (Must have gotten lost in the mail....)  For some reason that's sort of sad and heartbreaking and liberating all at the same time.  The truth shall set you free.]

Anyway...back to our regularly scheduled purge....

I also love the fuzziness of the Christmas season.  I love all our traditions (the girls and I have quite afew) and seeing the lights and the Christmas trees and hearing the carols and cheesy Christmas music.  I love the tamales and the biscochitos and the empanadas, I love hanging out with my adopted family and friends.  I love the cold weather....

I'm not a Scrooge, I swear.  I'm just a typical middle-class American trying to pull Christmas OUT OF MY BUTT.  Well, not really....its a figure of speech....but you get the point.

Couple the holiday season with LIFE and you get stress.  This also happens to be finals time at school, including horrificly long research papers about something I blew off most of the semester.  Bills don't go on a holiday break and children still need food and shelter and well...stuff.

Anyway, I do love this season, I do.  This is truly my favorite time of year.  I love the general squooginess of our population, regardless of the holiday they celebrate.  I love the spirit of the season.  I'd just really like to do without the stress.

Last year I asked Santa for a wife.  I'm still waiting.  I need a wife to help me with the kids and cook dinner and do laundry and all the stuff moms have to do.  This year I'm asking for a lottery win.  I think the odds of this year's wish coming true are about the same as last year's.   I still want a wife though, if anyone wants to apply....

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P.S. AOL really needs a new color of green.  This is what I call 'billious green' - meaning it looks to be the same color as bile.  I've worked in the medical field so unfortunately I know this first hand.

P.P.S.S. I find out the score of the auditing final tomorrow night, and I get the take home final for the org development class....thanks for everyone who's put up with my caca during this stressful time.  You guys rock.

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MUAH!

Nite everybody - hope your Wednesday was a happy one.

Monday, December 6, 2004

Nerd Fetish Personified

Something about being intelligent, successful, funny, and gorgeous makes him even better.

That's all for now.  Enjoy.

Saturday, December 4, 2004

Anyway...

 

 

 

 

 

The strangest thing...

Our furnace has finally given up the ghost, may it rest in peace.  There's some sort of short in it and it arcs every time you plug it in, lights flash and fuses blow.  Its done, I'm ready to bid it farewell. 

Thank goodness for electric space heaters. 

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Last night I lit some candles and burned some incense for Alberto (and for me), had a little Bailey's (thanks Aileen!!!), got into the bed, left the TV off, and I slept like a baby.  That never happens anymore.  I woke up feeling so rested and wonderful.  I never take that for granted.

I snore like a train (from what I've been told) so restful sleep is rare.  Apparently my dogs are used to it.  Asthmatics have extremely small air passages by definition, so we're very prone to apnea.  (No I can't spell, I'm an accountant.)

So, this morning I did my new Winsor Pilates tape for the first time.  That stuff's not easy.  I'm hurting, but I feel better.  (As if THAT made any sense.)  My lower back has been out all week, but the exercises I did today actually helped that.  I learned where my powerhouse or whatever is, and I feel good.  I'm sore as heck, but I feel really good.  My back's not hurting.  I do feel taller.  Go figure. 

Know what I hate?  Exercise really does cure most ills.  I hate that everyone's right about that.  I hate exercise.  Everything that bugs me about life right now (just about) can be cured by exercise.  I can admit that, but its difficult.  I hate that.  I wish we had some sort of pill for that.  An exercise pill.  Or something we could hook up while we sleep.  Eh, I'll get over it.

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I'm here at the office in my quiet space and no one has bugged me.  I cranked the heater up so I'm not in my usual freezing state, and its kinda nice.  I soaked in more auditing information today than  I have in a long time, and I have to think its because I have absolute peace. 

My final's Tuesday at 5:15.  I'm more than nervous about this.

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I love this time of year - the build up to the holiday season.  I wish so much that I had some extra money or something to shop with, but there really is zilch this year, so I'm going to enjoy the season.  Maybe this spoiled rotten employee will get a huge bonus or something (he usually does that) but I'm not counting on it this year.  It'll be a nice surprise if it happens.  Meanwhile, we're gonna bake and check out christmas lights and watch carolers and enjoy this time of year.  Its one of my favorites.  I never get tired of watching the grinch or that cheesy rudolph or any of the other christmas specials.  I'm a weirdo.

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Finally, thank you SO MUCH to all of my friends who really propped me up and helped me get through yesterday.  I am truly blessed to have the wonderful friends that I have.  I even got random kindness from a very rare source who's been sort of a pain in the butt for the last six months.  That was extremely refreshing and valuable to me.  I'll never forget that. 

Thank you.  All of you.  I feel extremely blessed and fortunate today.  I haven't felt this kind of love in a very long time.  Y'all rock.

MUAH!!

 

Thursday, December 2, 2004

In Loving Memory....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I miss you tons mi corazon.  Every single day.

I found an ancient journal entry that sums it up pretty well.

Tuesday, December 03, 2002

One of the most beautiful souls in this drab sorry world is leaving for a better place. After 9 years of suffering with that horrid disease, AIDS, his body is finally too tired to carry on the fight. This man has touched so many lives, in so many positive ways...its such a horrible waste that such a wonderful person has to die at such at terribly young age. AIDS is one that kills slowly, and he's been in pain as long as I've known him. He has been here for me always, when so many turned their backs. He's always the one who's honest and caring and an example of how good people are supposed to be. His salsa is the best I've ever had. He's the best at arranging flowers and decorating rooms and dressing me and my children.

I wish I could take this from him. I wish I could make it better. I wish it wasn't him. He's the only one in my life who hasn't let me down. He's never made a promise he didn't keep.

For the longest time I begged him to hold on, but I realized today I was being selfish in not wanting to let him go. I gave him permission today, as I kissed his forehead and held his hand and stroked his cheek. He is one that will shine forever in our hearts, and will be sorely missed. No more tears, no more pain sweetie. Go.

Alberto I love you, may you rest in peace honey.

Hell Hath No Fury Like Finals Week...

The next two weeks of my life are going to be beyond stressful - I'll be so happy when its December 17 and its all overwith.  My auditing final is next Tuesday and its huge, then I've got a final and a 20 page research paper due the following week.

I've noticed some things about student behavior during finals week, based on my conversations with people around campus and personal experience.  During this time, students get into more car accidents, because they're not paying attention or they're preoccupied (I guess those are synonyms kinda).  They step out in front of cars on campus without looking.  They forget things and screw things up.  They sleep a lot less (obviously).  They make little sense to people outside of the academic arena.

They actually have a clinic set up at our student health center to deal with final-week stress, including massage therapy, counseling and group sessions. 

What bugs me no end is to hear traditional students griping about it.  I mean I understand, yes its stressful, but they honestly have no idea.  Hello darlings you don't work full time (or more) or have children to deal with, plus you're like 10 years younger than the average non-traditional student. 

I think what makes it so much worse stress-wise is that its also holiday season.  I'm going to try to escape the house this weekend and come and study at the office where its quiet.  I hate doing that, but I need absolute quiet and with my daughters and dogs and visitors around, there's no way.

At any rate, if I make less sense than usual, its because I have no brain.  Its been sucked right outta my head. 

Hope everyone's having a glorious Thursday.

MUAH

If I had a nickel for each time I heard this...

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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

World AIDS Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine - John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Today's World AIDS day, and coincidentally its also the week Alberto died of that wicked disease two years ago.  (Weird, its hard to believe its been two years already).  Yeah, you guessed it - this'll be a tough week for me.

Anyway the AIDS epidemic is not going away.  HIV is not going away.  Yes, we're more aware, yes there are new medications available, but HIV and AIDS are still here and there are a lot of people who still need our love and resources while they battle this horrible disease.

The following is a snippet from an e-mail I recieved as part of the ONE campaign:

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More than 25 million Africans have HIV. Today, 6,300 people in Africa will die of HIV/AIDS and another 8,500 will become infected with the virus. Tomorrow, the cycle will repeat itself. The African continent is losing an entire generation of teachers, nurses, farmers, mothers, and fathers, already leaving behind 12 million orphans.

UNAIDS released a report in advance of World AIDS Day with a special focus on women. According to this report, in sub-Saharan Africa, the worst-affected region, close to 60% of adults living with HIV are women.

What can we, as Americans, do to help?  If you haven’t done so already, please take ONE minute now to add your voice to the ONE hundred thousand others who have signed the ONE campaign declaration.  If you have already signed, please forward this message to your friends and family, and ask them to sign this pledge to help the poorest people of the world overcome AIDS and extreme poverty:

http://www.theONEcampaign.org

In partnership with hundreds of local community groups, volunteers for DATA will be promoting the ONE campaign at World AIDS Day  events around the country.  These events provide an important opportunity for Americans to get involved and learn what they can do ONE by ONE to fight global AIDS and poverty.  To find out how you can get involved in your community, click here:

http://www.data.org/local

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My usual schpeel:  Get tested, be safe.  Educate yourself and others, Donate time or money, DO   something.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Its frigging freezing Mr. Bigglesworth

The high was 36 degrees today.  The high.  This is Albuquerque, remember.  I just love this weather.  Looks like another storm's due to hit this weekend.  Obviously Kris hasn't seen much snow in her lifetime so its a big deal, but it also does wonders to fix our drought situation.  The spring runoff should be a lot better this year.

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I have an administrative assistant (part time) who's an older woman and I love her dearly.  Most of the time, anyway.  Right now, however....

My personality is one of great patience when it comes to snippy people.  Not my kids or my Louie because I expect better, but from people I'm not close to, I can kill 'em with kindness and it usually diffuses any grouchiness.  She's been grouchy and mean for two weeks and its really really grinding on me.  I've pulled every trick in the book to get her to lighten up and its not working.

I've found when you ask a higher power for patience, they usually end up testing it.  I don't want that.  I want the ability to let it roll off and not irk me, like it is right now.

I know she's older (71) and she's had a bad headache lately and stuff hurts but jeez louise cut me some slack here.  I love her to death - she's always looking out for me and half the time she's kind and sweet....I just need a patience injection.  Or a stiff drink.

Lots of my friends tell me I'm too nice or too patient with people and that I need to get meaner....I've found that if you're sweet to mean people and give them a chance, usually a nicer personality comes through.  I've found that with this individual too....its just lately....

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I get to go to Phoenix with el jeffe (the boss) for a 'day trip' for a leadership conference.  Boyfriend schedules the flight at 6:30 AM.  That reminds me of leaving New Orleans at freaking dark-thirty AM.  I think it was 4:30.  It stunk...I am definately not an early bird.  Well actually it stunk leaving New Orleans.  I think my heart stayed there.  =(

At least I get to see Phoenix, right?  An adventure!!

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Have a wonderful Tuesday....I get to bundle up!!  YAY!!  (We Albuquerqueans NEVER get to "bundle up".  Its fun.)

Ok simple minds, simple pleasures...shaddap.

MUAH!

=)

Monday, November 29, 2004

Let it snow let it snow let it snooooowwwwww

Its snowing all over New Mexico.  Yes, boys and girls, even in beautiful downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is the donut hole of the state.  It seems we usually have an invisible umbrella, but not today!!!

What a trip, huh.

So, in honor of our snow....

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What I Learned From A Snowman


It's okay if you're a little bottom heavy.

Hold your ground, even when the heat is on.

Wearing white is always appropriate.

Winter is the best of the four seasons.

It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection.

There's nothing better than a foul weather friend.

The key to life is to be a jolly, happy soul.

We're all made up of mostly water.

You know you've made it when they write a song about you.

Accessorize! Accessorize! Accessorize!

Don't get too much sun.

It's embarrassing when you can't look down and see your own feet.

It's fun to hang out in your own front yard.

There's no stopping you once you're on a roll

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Hopefully we'll get enough to make an actual snowman/woman/person.  I just love this kind of weather!!!

Sidenote:  Albuquerqueans do NOT know how to navigate in any sort of weather, especially snow.  I fully admit to this and know that I am one of those people that ex-Minnesota drivers scream at during this type of driving situation.  Soooooo I'm hoping my boss (ex-Colorado guy) will drive me home in his huge four wheel drive vehicle or that the snow will be all slushy and melty when I leave. 

There's a running joke that if you ever want to confuse an Albuquerque driver, just dump a bucket of water on the road.  There's truth to that.

Anyway, although I really wish it would have done this yesterday, I love any kind of precipitation and the snow is absolutely beautiful.  It made my day.

And its still coming down!!!!

Woohooo!!!!

MUAH have a happy Monday everyone!!!!

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Post Thanksgiving Coma

Yeah so I'd blame it on the turkey coma if I ever ate turkey....

My turkey looked like it had been in a horrific accident, so we carved it here before taking it there.  (heh I'm not so dumb) I also made cinnamon rolls for the kiddos that tasted like playdoh.  I think it was the Crisco....so I made new ones today and they were better.  I made green bean casserole too, which was a good thing because the stuffing over there was a scary grey color.  People fought over my 'punkin pie' too, which made me feel like less of a failure.  There's tons of turkey left so I think I'm gonna make green chile stew with it.  (YUM)

I have been a lazy bum all day because I CAN.  I didn't shower or change out of my extra large t-shirt pajammies and monkey slippers until about 4PM because I didn't want to.  Nyah.  I did clean stuff that's been grinding on my nerves for a while now, like Kayla's closet (shudder) and that little space behind the trash can, and I went on a hand cheese attack.  (FYI hand cheese is what builds up when you have kids that touch everything.  Like light switches, door handles, drawers, cabinets, phones, etc.  It grosses me out) I gave the dogs a bath too, so they're all soft and smelling good.  Tomorrow's the shower curtain and their tub. 

I swear I'm positive you were just dying to know that.

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I got Emmy the most recent Harry Potter installment (Prisoner of Azkaban) on video so we've been watching it non-stop since last night.  Occasionally she pauses to wipe the drool off her chin.  I swear she's looking at schools in England just so she can meet Daniel Ratcliffe.  OK so he is cute, I admit.  I'd like to find someone like Hagrid myself.  I'd love to meet a big guy (taller than me, which is rare) with that big of a heart (even more rare - probably impossible).

I watched Elf with my adopted family on T-day.  I LOVE that movie.  It is so freakin adorable.  I was never a real Will Ferrell fan until now. 

We had a girls' day out yesterday - went to lunch and to see The Incredibles, which was cute....tonight we went to the River of Lights parade, etc at the Bio Park (yes Albuquerque has an aquarium and botanical garden thingy) and it was pretty cool.  I got wished a Merry Christmas by our little hottie mayor (pic below) and we were on the 6PM news.  Go us.  Hopefully I didn't have a booger in my nose or something.  I don't think I did.

  He's too short, but still cute (and single!).

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So tomorrow I'm not leaving the house - I'm gonna be a total zombie because its my last day before heading back to (ugh) the routine.  I've got so much homework and reading to catch up on its not funny.  Finals are coming up, along with a 20 page research paper, so expect me to make little sense (pretending I ever do) in the next couple of weeks.

*****

Louie got called for jury duty.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  I imagine once he fills out a questionaire that'll be the end of that.  Its still funny as heck though.  (Until I get called, then it won't be funny.)

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Every idiot light possible is on in my company provided sports car.  That stuff always makes me cringe because I can hear Dan now...(grouchy voice) KRIS what are you DOING to that CAR??!?!  Okay, so its only a check engine light coupled with a change oil light (which its not due for) ... so maybe its just computer flatulance.  (cringing still)

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Tonight when I was unloading the car I heard ducks quacking.  No I hadn't been drinking.  So I look up and lo and behold...ducks.  Flying south.  Isn't it kinda late for that?  And why at night?  The cranes and geese left months ago. 

This was like an hour ago.  Ducks.  Flying south.  At night.

Good grief maybe I have completely lost it and this is just residual.....

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Any other randomness??  Uhm....(thinking, hang on) ....... nope I don't think so.

Yeah, thank me later.

 

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Gratitude

 

 

 

 

 

The list of things I'm thankful for, because I want to participate in this cheesy tradition too, darnit.  These are in no particular order, much like the way my mind works...

- my health:  I can breathe.  Oxygen is good. (Maybe I should be thankful for Albuterol)  I'm almost 50 lbs lighter, and that's awesome, and I still possess the ability to love and forgive and that's wonderful too.

- my wonderful beautiful kind brilliant intelligent talented artistic funny daughters

- my Louie  (pitter patter)

- my little doggies

- my JOB ( I love my boss and my job and my work.  I'm very fortunate)

- my friends, all of them, online and off.  I feel so fortunate to have as many as I do.

- my snake, horse, dogs, cats and all the other members of the Romero Zoo

- my ability to have food on the table, provide shelter, clothing, warmth and love for my children, my pets and myself.

- my fuzzy warm monkey slippers

- my Dr. Pepper lip gloss

- glow in the dark nail polish

- ancient Converse tennies

- Georgio perfume

- my car (kinda goes with the j-o-b)

- my adopted family (Louie's) for allowing me to participate, taking me in, and putting up with my crap regardless of what our marital status has been

 - Dentyne hot gum

- wintery weather

- Diet Cokes with ice (whoever invented Diet Coke is on my short list of heroes)

- being a liberal democrat, realizing dissent is the highest form of patriotism, and trying to hold together some form of hope for the future of our great nation

- my attitude (on most days):  optimism, a sense of humor (yeah it may be twisted, but at least I've got one), having an open mind, love of all things, yada yada yada

- memories and experiences (good and bad)

 

....feel free to add some!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

MUAH!!

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Now back to our regularly scheduled maturity level.

Yeah so I've used this pic before.  Its cool, I like it, and I'm short on time.  So there.

ANYWAY I hope everyone's having a wonderful week so far.  Mine's been one long example of Murphy's Law, proving its existance.

I think what it is, is that everyone's trying to cram a full week of work into just 3 little days.  More like 2 little days because no one will actually have their mind on work tomorrow.  My boss is jetting this afternoon to drive to Vegas via Flagstaff in the middle of a winter storm.  I'm sending him with prayers and positive energy... I've got a meeting tomorrow at 9 and I'm hoping I won't have to do anything difficult after then.

I forgot how to spell my own last name today.  Twice.  I've had it since 1999 so there's no excuse, and its only the Hispanic version of "Smith", so I REALLY have no excuse.  It's Romero actually, which I misspelled TWICE as "Romeo".  I'm soooo glad she didn't ask me for anything difficult like my date of birth.

Right on?

Anyway, since I'm thinking I will have zero time for anything on Thursday, I'm proposing a gratitude list for journal entry tomorrow.  Kinda like an inventory, but more in depth and not just the squoogy given stuff, although that'll be included.

I think it'll be fun.  Yes my mind's so empty I have to discuss tomorrow's journal entry today.  Consider it like a PSA or an ad or something...."tomorrow in The Daily Purge...."

Alright I'm off in the rain/sleet/snow to head to class.  I hope everyone's having a glorious Tuesday.

=) MUAH

Monday, November 22, 2004

Hunters

I just read a story (I'd heard it on the news too) about a man who took out a few people who were barging in on his hunting territory.  How typical.  These people vote.  Scary.  Heard another one where a dork shot a 10 year old boy riding a four wheel ATV because he thought he was a deer.  OK now lemme get this straight.  The kid had a bright orange safety vest on, the vehicle was lime green and LOUD, but yet you thought it was a deer.  Rrrriiiiggght. 

Anyway....so I'm driving down a busy road here in beautiful Albuquerque and I've got my girls with me, (Just in case, they're 7 and 13 and granola head bunny lovers like me.) and lo and behold up next to us pulls a dim bulb with a very large DEAD elk roped to the top of his SUV.  No tarp, no nothing, just this poor innocent dead creature bleeding profusely down the side of his vehicle.

Jerk. 

Kayla freaked and started screaming hysterically.  She was convinced this **** had killed one of Santa's 8 + 1 tiny reindeer.  My 13 year old burst into tears, so did I....it was quite a scene.  I had to explain to her first off that it was NOT Dasher or Rudolph or anyone else in that group, and then try to explain to her the "sport" of hunting.  How do you explain why people kill innocent creatures to a child when you hate it yourself?  It was tough, trust me, and it was a traumatic situation that could have been avoided.

Jerk.

Now, I was raised around hunters.  My grandfather hunted, my brother hunts.  My grandfather always tarped his kills.  Always.  There is just no need for that, unless you have some issues with self esteem or genital size.  That's what wall mounts are for.  Although I disagree TOTALLY with hunting because I can't comprehend wanting to kill anything, much less an innocent animal, I try to do my best to ignore it.  This was totally out of line.  There was no ignoring this.  Hundreds of children had to have seen this. 

I still say we should let the hunters hunt each other - seems there'd be more sport with something who was armed like you were.  Seems more fair.  Seems kinda chickenpoop to kill something that doesn't have a chance.  Takes a real man to shoot a beautiful innocent animal ....ugh I'm gonna quiet down before I say something I regret.

ANYWAY there's my happy Monday story. 

More later.  More positive, definately.

 

 

Sunday, November 21, 2004

The event

We won't have our pics back for about a week (they were professionally taken) but we had a ball.  I drank a little too much...but that's ok.  I had a drink called a Bay Breeze which is cranberry juice, pineapple juice and vodka.  OK I had three of those, and a few glasses of wine... so I've got a baby hangover this morning.  (I NEVER drink.  Very rarely...so it was a new experience.  I found a drink I like.)

They had two horrible standups.  Really horrible.  So we talked through those....

Then they had a hypnotist...that was incredible.  He did a little test at first to see who his victims would be....you interlace your fingers, hold them like that in front of your face with your two index fingers about an inch apart and he starts talking.  You relax your mind and before you know it your two fingers are touching and you can't move them.  It was a trip!  Before the night was over, four of the poor victims were thinking their knees were arguing, their feet were telling jokes, they were aliens who had to smell people's hair...it was hilarious.

There were these obnoxious people at the table next to ours who got so incredibly drunk it was embarassing.  The hypnotist told us that once these people were out, we shouldn't wake them up or they could have rip roaring headaches.  Well, drunk idiots at table #4 decided to throw ice cubes at this one girl, woke her up and her head hurt so bad she was in tears.  Duh?  There was a chick in a bodice so tight her chichis were popping out and all she kept saying (real loud) was "I'm bored.  This sucks. I'm bored." and the other drunk chick kept talking REALLY loud.  If I were married to these bimbos I would have promptly gagged them and/or dragged them out by their hair to keep from embarassing themselves or me, but apparently hubbies thought it best to just leave them and sit at another table.

Keep in mind this is a professional organization gathering.  We ended up leaving after the hypnotist because they were ruining it for everyone.  Loud, obnoxious, stupid...

I hope their heads hurt more than mine this morning.

Anyway aside from that we had a wonderful time.  I was swimming in the dress but it was low cut so I didn't look like I was wearing a mumu and Louie looked absolutely gorgeous.  He's so suave when he's dressed like that....pitter patter.

It was wonderful.  SIGH!

Ok pretend like you wanted to hear about my evening....I'm off to pick up the little one.

 

Have a great sunday!!!

MUAH

Friday, November 19, 2004

Joke of the day

Emily:

Why'd the monkey fall out of the tree?

--He was dead.

Why'd the other monkey fall out of the tree?

--Cuz he was dead, too.

Why'd the other other monkey fall out of the tree?

--Peer pressure.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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From Kayla:

Whaddya call a giant with carrots in his ears??

..Anything you want.  He can't hear you.  Na na na na naaaaah.

Admit it, you laughed.

(Blame Friday loooonacy and lack of sleep.)

 

Sleep deprived weirdo

Last night was a comedy of errors I felt I just had to annoy my reading audience with.

Last night/this morning we had a thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms.  It was huge and loud and bright and sleep just wasn't coming too easy.  This was at about 1:30-2:00 AM.  So, picture me all snuggy warm in my bed (yes UNDER the covers, Aileen) with my two little doggies, trying desperately to sleep through this horrific loud obnoxious thunderstorm.  I was having a hard time.  I finally drift off amid loud claps of thunder when I feel something cold on my face.

I'm not awake enough at all to distinguish where I am, let alone where the cold sensation on my face is coming from, so I close my eyes again.  There it is again, but this time its bigger and I know what it is.  Its water.  Freezing water.  Dripping on my face.  From my roof.

Now, I don't know what the exact square footage of my house is, but its a three bedroom, two bath home with a living room, kitchen, a den and an attached enclosed porch.  Imagine all the square footage, and the leak happens at a location directly above my squoogie pillow on my squoogie comfortable bed.  Amazing.  I mean, imagine the odds.  The water was landing right near my eye.  If only I could apply this beating the odds luck game to something like ... THE LOTTERY?!?!

Apparently the wind blew off some roof panels in the middle of the night and hence the leakage.

Anyway, so here I am in my giant t-shirt with bed hair trying to move around an queen sized antique iron and brass bed at 2 AM, trying to position cups and bowls to catch the water, and throwing towels everywhere. 

Right on?   Oh yeah, right on.

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The dress I ordered for the party hasn't arrived yet, and I'm pacing.  If it doesn't get here by tomorrow I'm screwed. 

Here it is:

Kinda pretty, huh.  I like it.  Like I said, if the pics are good, I'll post them.

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Anyway I guess I'd better like, work...or something. 

Have a wonderful Friday!!

MUAH =)

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

GO ME!

Just came from my meeting and apparently I'm 1.8 lbs lighter.  Since I haven't been able to go for two weeks, I was genuinely surprised.  I'm trying not to think about how far I need to go, and view it in little chunks.  My next 5 lb goal, 10 lbs, etc.  I met a lady tonight that's lost 79 lbs, and got to see before and afters....that kind of stuff inspires me.  If they can do it,  I can do it, and I'm over halfway there.  Check out Kat's journal (<----link over there) for another success story.

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My attitude has been adjusted.  All better now.

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Got my dress ordered for the fancy shmancy deal we're going to on Saturday.  I'm even gonna get my hair done all fru fru.  Although I complain, its kinda fun to get all schnazzed up every once in a while.  I'll post pics when we get them.  (if they're good!!)

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Emmy's foot is doing well....thank gawd she can change the dressings herself.  I wish I wasn't such a wimp, but alas I am.  I'd  be using her sitz tub to barf in, I'm afraid. 

Related story:  I was in a bad rollover accident where my knee got extremely sliced and diced.  My best friend was with me, wasn't hurt too bad (if I remember correctly) and rode with me to the hospital.  Crazy chick actually stood up and watched the doc sew me up.  Then, after it was all said and done, she goes 'wanna see?' and like a dumb boob I say yeah and sit up.  Bad idea.  Had to lie back down.  QUICK.  Crazy bestfriend goes into the Navy and watches people get sliced and diced for a living for years.  Thank gawd she came to her senses and went to design school.  HAHA just kidding, Le.  (sort of)

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Random memory:  Grandma signing her check "Mrs. George Hensley", giving  up her entire identity.  Whoa where the heck did THAT come from?  Grandma was a brilliant artist, and always wanted to be an architect, but gave all that up to raise kids and be a wife.  I guess that's what you did back then.  Grandma pushing me, like no one else did, with kindness and love, to succeed.  I so miss her, overcooked dry turkey, lumpy maltomeal, Estee perfume and all.  I guess she wanted me to do all the stuff she never got to - now I wish that for my children.

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Other random memory:  My little brother being a weirdo sticking one end of a straw up his nose while the other end was still in his coke.  Little brother feeling the need to sniff hard, and snorting all kinds of soda up his nose.  Both of us getting kicked out of the hamburger joint for laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.

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Crazy random notion:  ever notice how old people talk?  Days of the week are Sun-dee, Tues-dee, Thurs-dee.  Words with an -ive ending are pronounced differently too, is effective is eeffect-eeeve.  Wash is warsh.  Is there some accent there I'm missing?  My grandma's from Sweden originally, then from Kansas, then here.  All the rest of my family's from Tennessee.  (keep snide comments to yourself, thank you)  Is that just being old?

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Latest Squee.  Cricket jumped on my head, Emily's leg, then Kayla's butt.  OOOOH squee.

OK well, as usual, I'm calling it a night since I ceased making any sense.

Its almost Thursday!

MUAH nite.

Excuse me, do I know you?

 

I just had the strangest experience...

Ever know someone for a while, think you've got them pretty much figured out, then they do some bizarre 180 on you and you're left scratching your head???

There's this female I know professionally, who happens to work for a competitor firm.  We often talk to each other at bid openings, because usually we're the only two females there.  (The construction industry is about 50 years behind the 8 ball where that's concerned)  Anyway, we usually laugh and joke about things we encounter in the business, like guys calling us "Hun" or "Sweetie" or "Babe" and random things like job location...you get the idea.  Small talk.

A government style bid opening is unique.  Its a public hearing so to speak, so the engineer is present, the purchasing agent for the government entity is there, along with a few witnesses for checks and balances.  They read each bid out loud, after checking to make sure we've met certain minimum requirements like bonding, licensing, etc.  The results become public record.

Anyway, so I'm sitting there waiting for the opening to begin, sitting next to this female person.  I greet her, tell her hello and she doesn't respond.  She's all fidgety.  So I just shrugged it off and started preparing for the opening.  Turns out she didn't plug all her numbers into the total and they were apparent low, so I asked the purchasing agent for a re-tabulation.  He said they were allowed by law 30 days, standard response yada yada yada.  Well, after considering her mistake, my company was low.  YAY!

Miss Thang huffs, says real snarfy "well I guess you can call DAN now with the good news!" (my boss) and stomps off like a toddler.

Alrighty then. 

Good thing I live with teenage females or that would have caught me completely off guard.  I had to suppress the laughter, which of course burst out after she had safely exited the building.

You realize its individuals like that - the dual personality thing - that give women a bad name.  That's where stereotypes begin...they're unpredictable, they're moody, they're snippy, they don't play well with others....this is where that comes from.  Its so disappointing.

This is why I teach my girls to 'kill 'em with kindness'.  If you react calmly and sweetly to a situation like that, you end up looking better than if you act a fool.  It also helps the out of line individual to realize how dorky they look.  At least one would hope.

So, yeah, I've been a little snarfy lately.... that experience made me realize that's not the most attractive image.  Fear not, I'm sipping a giant diet coke as I type...

Its Wednesday, thank goodness....

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

All better

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image Copyright Camilla Eriksson, http://www.millan.net

Big giant Diet Cokes on the rocks from Sonic cure EVERYTHING.

***tra la laaaaaaaa!***

PMS-Induced Rant.

I'm just annoyed today.  Its freakin Tuesday, the most worthless day of the week (thanks Andrea for that realization) and some people are just dorks. 

First off, only one of the five classes I need to graduate is being offered in the spring.  Let the grumps begin, while I postpone my graduation date AGAIN.  Its like all the UNM ASM accounting department got together and said..."Let's not teach anything but lower level classes in the spring, so Kris can't graduate on time." 

Then, there's this idiot I used to like that totally bugs me now, basically for his past sociopathic behavior, and today he bugs me more than ever.  He's totally into one person - HIMSELF - and doesn't care about what he does or what happens to anyone else but HIMSELF.  There's a light bulb joke about this guy.  How does Oedepus (name purposely changed to protect the dork, why I don't know, but its appropriate, trust me) change a light bulb?  He simply holds it in place and waits for the world to revolve around him.

What's totally sad is that no one's revolving around him anymore.  Not that he cares about me, but the one he does show passive interest in doesn't either.  So stand there, Nerdboy, and wait.  Nothing's gonna happen.  (Whoa that just made me think of a Real American Heroes beer commercial....I could do one about him)  Type in all the stupid lyrics you want, call it whatever you want, make up nicknames for whoever you want, keep lying, talking to yourself and pretending....its all good. 

Karma's a beautiful thing. 

Know what else bugs?  People (conservatives) still dogging liberals, post election.  Get a hobby people.  Knit or something.  Medicate.  SOMETHING.  I'm starting to feel embarassed for you.  Know what else?  (same topic) STOP dogging gay people.  Please.  These people think they're all high and mighty.  No one is.  Get a clue.

Know what else???  Being hormonal also isn't fun, but its such a convenient excuse for outright grumpiness.  I'm blaming that. 

Final rant....

grumpy people stink.

I know I know....I'm gonna go get me a diet coke and proceed with the attitude adjustment.

shuffling off....grumble grumble

Monday, November 15, 2004

All's well in Emsville

My baby's all growed up.  She didn't cry once.  We actually made each other giggle while I stared intently at the vanilla-colored wall and tried to tune out all the nasty noises.  LALALALALALALA 

Thank goodness her podiatrist is so cool.  She's resting comfortably, but I need to go be a mama.  Since she's getting older, I don't get this opportunity too often, so I'm taking advantage.  I love to baby my girls....

I'm gonna be the kinda mom I don't have, I swear.  When she's 45 I'll be calling going 'Emmy did you brush your teeth today?'  

I just love her so much.  God forbid she ever has to have anything real done - they'll have to sedate me.

Although, (tooting my own horn) when Kayla had a febrile seizure on her first Christmas, I was completely calm, called 911, made sure she was breathing and comfortable....and only allowed myself to cry when she came around again and everything was ok.  When she fell and busted her head so wide open her skull was showing, I calmly and collectively drove her to the E.R. without barfing or passing out once.  (Kayla's middle name is Danger)  It can be done, see....I can find it when I need it.

Anyway off I go to baby the teenager I never get to baby anymore....

Nite!!

absolutely nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neptune is so blue.

My oldest baby....the 13 year old 6' tall one...is having minor day surgery today (think ingrown toenails, infection, scraping, digging...ACK) and she wants mama with her.  Sooooo off I go to try not to barf or pass out.  Wish me luck.

GAG  ACK

She'll do just fine and I'll be tough just for her.  (deep cleansing breaths...)

My baby's also got her first sort of boyfriend kinda in a way.  He's adorable and sweet....I'm just biding my time until she marries my future son in law.  I've got him all picked out and everything.  His name is Gabe, AKA St Gabriel, and she's known him since kindergarten.  He's sweet, polite, a good student, family has money....

I can sense her rolling her eyes right now.  Motherrrrr!!!!

She's growing up way too fast and she refuses to put bricks on her head, darn her.

Anyway, more later....

Have a wonderful Monday.

MUAH!

Friday, November 12, 2004

White chicks can't dance.

Image Copyright Camilla Eriksson, http://www.millan.net

OK so I thought of something.  White chicks can't dance.

Tonight one of my step-daughters long lost friends called the house.  She said someone told her white chicks have no rhythm and she thought of us.  There's a story behind this, obviously.

Olivia and I used to get up before dawn to exercise to videos.  (Gawd another horrid admission). Well, once I bought this aerobic video that was supposed to have a little style to it.  It did.  It had various black and hispanic women/girls getting DOWN and making it intense enough to be aerobic. 

Scenario:  Olivia and me, half dead, hair in insane bed head style, makeup smeared all over our faces, pissed at the world (and whoever invented mornings and exercise), watching these chicks get freaky with aerobics, at 5:00 in the freaking morning.  So I'm watching this chick shake her booty, because she actually had one and I don't, and good lawd did I try.  It was kind of a roll thing....I don't know.  I did try though.  Hard.  My bootie doesn't shake or roll like that.  I tried one way and another and I was was working it as hard as a white girl can.  I turned and looked at Olivia, who looked equally ridiculous, and we just busted out, dying laughing.  Neither one of us could pull that off.  Our bodies don't bend that way.  We can't shake and roll what we don't have.

White chicks don't have rhythm, groove, or anything resembling that. 

I gave that video to one of my dearest friends, who happens to be black and a former Vegas showgirl.  She pulled it off, no problem.  She tried to show me.  After wiping the tears from her eyes (from laughing) we concluded the same thing.  There's no hope.  I just gave up and went back to extremely perky, extremely annoying rhythm & groove-challenged Denise Austin.

White chicks can't dance. 

random random random I love the word random

So yes, Peterson was found guilty.  I was amazed.  I thought for sure he'd walk, a la O.J.  I can't fathom the level of sick it took to murder your wife and unborn son.  I'm one of those innocent until proven guilty people...it sure looks like it was him, but I still can't imagine how he'd justify something that sick.  That's like Susan Smith sick.

Arafat was buried today....anyone care to bet where that scene's gonna go next?  Think Bush gives a crap?

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I'm obsessed with Velvet Revolver.  I think its because I was a huge Guns N Roses fan in high school.  Stop laughing.  White Lion too, Metallica, Ozzy, Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, Ratt....good gawd did I just admit all that out loud?!?  Big feathered hair to match my attitude, lots of black, leather, smoking cigarettes....hey I thought I was cool, that's all that mattered.  I didn't care what anyone thought of me (at least I didn't admit it).  Thank goodness teenagerdom doesn't last long.

Anyway check this song out all you recovering hair band worshippers....its my latest addiction.  AOL Music: Velvet Revolver: 'Fall to Pieces'

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My life improved yesterday.  I had a bridge repaired that I had burned months ago.  What an awesome feeling. 

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Yes, the election's over but no, we're never gonna hear the end of it.  What I'd really like to see right now is for the respective candidates to come collect their signs, posters, etc that are blowing all over creation in this storm we're having.  Its called being responsible.  Send the cronies that put em all over the place to go collect them. 

I saw a Kerry/Edwards sign flipped over with "ITS ALL A BAD DREAM" scribbled on it.  How appropriate.  If only.....

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Ever noticed how if you say a certain word over and over again it starts to sound ridiculous?  Elbow just did that for me.  Try it.  Elbow elbow elbow elbow elbow elbow.

Blame the albuterol for my hyper behavior.

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I'm gonna stop now because I'm not making any sense.