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.


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....


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!!


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.



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....


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


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!!!!


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.


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!).


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.)


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)


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.....


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

Yeah, thank me later.


Wednesday, November 24, 2004







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!



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.


Monday, November 22, 2004


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.


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.


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!!!


Friday, November 19, 2004

Joke of the day


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.



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.


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.


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

Have a wonderful Friday!!


Wednesday, November 17, 2004


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.


My attitude has been adjusted.  All better now.


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!!)


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)


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.


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.


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?


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....


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.


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.


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?


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'


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


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.....


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.


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

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Getting back to randomness

I haven't been writing as much of my own stuff today, and that has a lot to do with composing a nightmare of an accounting research paper that's due tomorrow.  One can only read so many FASB's, Sarbanes-Oxley Act studies, articles, codes, etc without going crosseyed.  I tell you, with all of the ethical concerns accountants have nowadays, we might as well get a dual law degree.  Volumes of laws and codes and principles and cases with precedence....legal-ese up the wazoooo.

While its true that accounting, as with other professions, a great deal of personal and professional ethics has to be almost innate.  Recent happenings (think Enron, World-Com, Arthur Anderson, etc) has made it so that accountants are despised almost as much as trial lawyers.  (Flashing back to W's repeated use of the words "trial lawyer" and "liberal" during the campaign as though they were some kind of disgusting communicable disease....)  Clue in:  not EVERY trial lawyer, accountant, or LIBERAL is unethical or immoral.  Just sayin'.

There are some people who never could be in a position such as mine due to lack of personal ethics.  My Louie is one of those people - he's flat out told me he could not resist the opportunity of available money to pocket.  Well, at least he admits it.  His sister used to service ATM machines - another occupation Louie could never handle.  He and I have almost polar opposite views of things - he believes that if someone drops a bundle of money and you see it, you don't tell the person because that's a 'gift from God'.  Don't ask me - I didn't raise him.

At any rate, its so easy for someone on the industry side of the accounting profession to steal from their employers and we hear about it constantly.  Today I was on the phone with tech support for an accounting software glitch, and the woman proceeded to tell me how another controller got away with stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from her employer by printing checks out using the demo company, then switching over to the other side and voiding out the check there.  Insane.  That individual's going to jail now, and the tech support woman could have easily aided a criminally-minded person by giving them education on how to steal undetected.  Ridiculous.  Thank gawd I'd never think to do such a thing.

I'm a strong believer in karma.  I've seen it happen.  People who do horrible things always get it in the end - just like in the movies.  If they don't get caught, they get sick or die or something truly horrible happens.  Why risk it?  Why give yourself that kind of stress?  Its never worth it.  I'm sure each one of us can think of someone who's done someting dastardly who's gotten smacked with karma...(thinkin of at least two right now in my own personal fairly recent experience)

Its so much easier to be truthful and honest - think about it.  If you are, you never have to remember which lie you told whom.  You never have to lose sleep wondering if you're gonna get caught and when.  You never have to worry about karma creeping up on you, because the only karma you're bringing is the positive kind.

John Lennon said it best...

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin' to do
It's up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
Who in the hell d'you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev'ryone come on

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev'ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you're ev'rywhere
Come and get your share

Surround yourself with positive energy, do good things and good will be done for you as well.  I do declare I was born two decades too late....

Nite everyone....MUAH!

Hugs to everyone, and I do mean everyone.

We are the ones we've been waiting for...

Sharing again.... This is another forward, but it touched my heart.  Its a really moving piece by a people known for being eloquent with few words.  Apparently the overwhelming sentiment is one of disappointment and being let down...we really shouldn't feel that way.  Its awesome.


Friends on The Journey,

"Ahhhh... we join you in the intensity of this mourning with both a sobering sense of immense disappointment and with a sense of immense curiosity about what we will individually and collectively make of the bundle of potentialities for our future here in America and on the precious planet the Earth.  Days such as these affirm and intensify our commitment to take to heart and learn from the lessons of these times and to continue to become more adept at the inner and outer work needed to hold polarities within a greater wholeness, to build bridges, to wage peace, to include all in stewarding the emergence of our highest potentials together.  These past years have offered so many opportunities for us all to learn about the work of organizing, inter-activism, and outer-activism and it is clear that our future will offer many more opportunities to test and refine these art-forms in service of the transformation called for in these turbulent times.  

 In this spirit, we are moved to offer the following wisdom from the Hopi elders of the Oraibi tribe which offers inspiration and practical advice for these times.  We invite you to read these line and to reflect on those that speak most deeply to you at this time.  

"You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.  Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered:

Where are you living?

What are you doing?

What are your relationships?

Are you in right relation?

Where is your water?

Know your garden.

It is time to speak your Truth.

Create your community.

Be good to each other.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.  

We are the ones we've been waiting for."  

 --The Elders, Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation

Happy Birthday to tons of people in my life.








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Happy Birthday to :(getting them all at once)


Nova (my beautiful wonderful sister-in-law) November 2

Lisa (my stepmother) November 4

LeAna (my best friend since 1st grade) November 9

Brandon (my "little" brother)  November 9

Shannon (my gorgeous friend) November 10

Bossman Dan - November 11

Keith (ex #1) November 15  (also our old anniversary...wonder if he thinks of me...hehehehehe)

And everyone else I missed.  Seems everyone gets busy in February to have all these November babies.  Busts my bank every year. 

Happy Birthday guys!!! 

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

Moving Right Along....



















This was forwarded to me by a dear friend of mine.  At this time so many of us are in a state of shock, or mourning.  Some of us are even a little scared, some are seriously considering moving out of the country...this is sweet.

Don't give up.



by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement...

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the historyof humankind... Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising thesails. We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater?
Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?...

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take "everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first,second, or hundredth gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both, are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. The reason is this:  In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours:  They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

This comes with much love and a prayer that you rememberwho you came from, and why you came to this beautiful, needful Earth.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D

Author of the best seller Women Who Run with the Wolves


More later...collective electronic hugs to everyone.  YES I SAID EVERYONE because it seems like the hateful, spiteful people need them most. 



Monday, November 8, 2004

Monday Morning Purge

Ain't life grand??

It is, it truly is.  I mean yeah, it feels kind of rat racey sometimes, and it can be difficult sometimes, but overall....life's not so bad.

Yep, you guessed it, its inventory day.  There are things that we have going on in our lives that make it suck just a little less.

Mine are:

MY KIDS!  I love you so much Em and Kayla.  You guys rock.

My health - I'm still not breathing, but I'm not dead either.  I haven't been in the ICU since October 2002 and that is way too cool.

My Friends - online and off, thanks for always being there.

My pets - all 10 of them, but especially Peenit and Tinkerbell

MY JOB!  Yes, my boys bug the heck outta me but I still love it here.

My home - its not a mansion but its mine and its home.

My car - goes right along with my job.

The little things:  my Dr. Pepper lip gloss, Diet Coke on the rocks from Sonic, Dentyne Ice hotgum, angry chick music, cold weather and rainy days, the holidays....

Feel free to add as necessary.



Happy Monday.


Sunday, November 7, 2004

Are you strong enough to be my man?

OK the following are criteria developed by a close friend of mine and me about three years ago, when I used to do the AOL chat scene. (ACK never again)  I lost track of my friend (BIG MISTAKE) Miss Tamara if you're out there somewhere, say hello.  Wave at me.  I miss you tons.

Tamara had a serious, rare illness that was life threatening.  She's on my mind constantly, and I'm hoping the energy will cause her to go ... 'hmmm I wonder how Miss Kris is doing?'



Datable men criteria: (women are different)

1.   Must be taller than me.  No exceptions.  This is hard because I'm 5'10".

2.  No belt buckles larger than your head.  Can't own them or wear them.

3.  No huge trucks.  There's just no need, unless you're a rancher hauling tons of cattle.  If so, then no huge trucks with tons of ridiculous little Calvins peeing on things.  No road rage either.  Patience, tolerance and humility are sexy as heck.

4.  Your pants can't be tight.  I don't want to be able to bounce a quarter off them.

5.  You must be successful enough to be self-supporting.  The last thing anyone needs is another dependent.  Clue:  you have a car, you have a job, you have your OWN (not mom's grandma's dad's grandpa's older brother's or cousin's) place.

6.  Intelligence with a nerdy twang is a plus.  A big one.  At least some college education is important.

7.  You can laugh, at almost anything.  Life, stupid things, my antics, children, animals, politics, whatever.  Bodily function noises are hilarious to me, and should be to you.  Just laugh.  Love cartoons and slapstick comedy.  Laugh.

8.  You're willing to try new things.  Line dancing, yoga, kareoke, some weird food, whatever. 

9.  You're willing to do goofy things with me, like dress up as Sonny and Cher on Halloween, or participate in random chinese firedrills.

10.  You would participate in a water fight.

11.  You never wear sandals except in the proper setting, or socks with said sandals out in public. 

12.  You know how to dress in general: no dark socks with shorts, no leisure suits, your shirt's not unbuttoned too far and you're not wearing way too much gold jewlery.

13.  You're kind and sympathetic toward others.  The way you treat a waitress if she screws up our meal is key.  If you're not kind to people, then you won't be kind to me and you DEFINATELY won't be kind to my children.

14.  You can be romantic and goofy and sweet, and you're not scared to express emotion.  Emotional constipation is not only tiring, it stinks.

15.  Chivalry is not dead and you're willing to prove it.  Open doors for me, offer me your jacket if its cold....its not insulting, it shows you're not selfish and self-centered.

16.  Accept me for who I am, baggage and all.  Don't try and change me because I know I can't change you.

17.  Don't have small feet.  Girly hands can be worked around, but aren't preferable.

18.  Weight is not an issue with me, but hygiene and health are.  Please trim all that should be trimmed, wash all your parts, brush & floss and shower.  Deodorant is a necessity.  Nice cologne will make me swoon....I love a guy that smells nice.

19.  This shoulda been #1.  NO DRUGS, no drinking excessively.  We're too old for that already, and getting stoned, high, drunk, etc is juvenile.

20. Talk to me and enjoy it.  Be able to "conversate".

21.  Give me space to do my own thing and I'll return the favor.

22.  Don't be a weenie.  Don't waffle.  Do put thought into what you want and know how to get it, but never whine or wimp out.

23.  You're not a racist or a bigot and you're tolerant of others, even if you're not familiar with the culture.  You believe social tolerance and liberalism are good things, or even necessary evils.

24.  You can put up with me and my gemini behavior, including flitting, flirting, changing moods with the direction of the wind, my undying thirst for knowledge and my constant quest to try and learn about new things.

25.  You know how to fight effectively and fair, and you're willing to learn how to communicate.


I'm sure there's more....we can add and revise.

Feel free to send suggestions ....

happy sunday (almost monday, ugh!)


Friday, November 5, 2004

Typical Friday Loops

So this is the coolest stuff ever.  I got this for Halloween, along with some black nail polish that's also cool, but I've had so much fun with this.

First I did a sort of french manicure using this stuff as the white tip paint.  Cool.  Then I did black with this over it.  Also cool.  Now I've just got it all by itself.  I tried to take a pic of it, but with my lousy camera I failed miserably.

I even painted my toenails glow in the dark.

Yes, I know, simple minds, simple pleasures but this is fun stuff.  Now I'm wondering what ELSE I could paint with this stuff.  C'mon I know you guys can help me think of stuff.  I was thinking maybe my keys...my dogs toenails....'kris rules' on the side of my car...(JUST KIDDING)....

I just wonder if there are other glow in the dark products out there, like lip gloss, or hair spray, or mascara.....heh I could have barrels o'fun with that.

So I get excited over simple, extraordinarily cheesy things.  At least I'm not high maintenance.


I've noticed that when I'm sick and my asthma's flaring up I make very little sense, and my reason and logic capabilities go to the crapper (not that those are my strong points anyway).  I wonder if that's my brain being oxygen deprived.  Its probably a combination of that and overdosing on albuterol inhalers and nebulizers.  Do you think an oxygen deprived brain turns blue?  I mean your lips turn blue if you have a bad asthma attack....

Anyone with asthma can tell you this disease is wicked.  When I get a cold I feel like there's one of those Bugs Bunny anvils on my chest, and after a while it actually physically hurts to breathe.  Your muscles get exhausted.  The last real bad one was so terrifying - I felt like I was drowning.  After a while your lungs just can't take the strain anymore and they collapse.  That's when the real fun begins....intubation, pumping you full of albuterol, oxygen....its a blast.

Albuterol is a necessary evil for asthmatics.  That's what our rescue inhalers are full of, and the side effect is that is hypes you up so much you want to crawl right out of your skin.  You shake, you're hyper, your heart pounds....really fun stuff.  Anyway, we also put that in the nebulizer, which is a machine that mists the stuff so you can inhale it.  It penetrates faster that way, and makes you twice as jicky.  Its the only thing that works though, hence the necessary evil ...

So, my usual Friday hyperactivity is doubled by the side effects of good ole albuterol. 


Breathing is good.  We like breathing.  Take a deep breath right now - see how good it feels?  Take a big huge one....and try not to take that for granted.  I know I don't.


The election is over, and although I really don't wanna go there or take y'all there....

I'm still scratching my head.  What happened??  Where do we go from here? 

Michael Moore sent out a '17 Reasons Not To Slit Your Wrists' e-mail.  The #1 reason is that it would be illegal for W to run again. 

11 states ruled against gay marriage.  Sometimes this country embarasses me. 

I'm scared, honestly.  Trying to be my forever optimistic self....help me out here.

I heard of two unrealistic scenarios:  First the blue states form their own country, with Kerry - no wait, CLINTON -  as president.  Second, all us democrats infiltrate the republican party and infect them with our social liberalism and values and fiscal responsiblity. 

OR we could all move to Australia.  Or Canada.  Or England.  Or Denmark.


I have many republican friends who I love dearly, some of them even online.  I wish we weren't so polarized.  It'll get better.  I know it will.


Have a wonderful Friday everyone.


Thursday, November 4, 2004


Every single one of my dearest friends has been sick, like majorly awful sick.  Now I've got it. 

Should I blame Shannon?  or Aileen? 

You both did it.  All y'all. 

Ever notice how, when you're older and you get sick, you feel like you're gonna die?  Why is that?  My body hurts, my face hurts, I'm freezing, I'm high on Dayquil....

I'm a baby when I'm sick, obviously.

Anyway, I'm in the unfortunate situation where I can sympathize with all my sick friends.  The one year I don't get my flu shot - Usually I do because I'm considered 'high risk' with all my asthma-related hospitalizations - and the one year I don't, I get it.

....gonna go get under the covers and die quietly now....


Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Four more years in Hades.

The problem with political jokes is they get elected.
         --Henry Cate VII


I do declare I'm never going to hear the end of it.  Remember when Clinton was in office and Rush Limbaugh used to say "America Held Hostage"?  Well now Al Franken can say "Freedom Held Hostage".

That's right.  I'm conceding.  Four more years of dictatorship.

Enough said.

At least its over (almost) right?  And at least there's no more political ads everywhere, right?



"There's no doubt in my mind that we should allow the world worst leaders to hold America hostage, to threaten our peace, to threaten our friends and allies with the world's worst weapons." --George W. Bush, South Bend, Indiana, Sept. 5, 2002.


Monday, November 1, 2004

Sharing stuff and things

Quote of the day: 

"If you mix raisins with turds, they are still turds."

I thought that was appropriate for Election Day Eve.


The following is a little snip from one of my favorite authors (thank you Tarlesio for the forward), who also happens to live in NM....taken from the Op-Ed page of the NY Times.  FYI any potential visitors:  You do not need a visa to visit here.  You don't need to dial any extra numbers to call here.  We speak English in NM (as well as Spanish and Spanglish with some Navajo thrown in), and finally ... WE ARE A STATE IN THE UNION, effective 1913!!!!  Now we're finally on the map politically .... I'm ready for us not to be again, and so's Mr. Hillerman.

Some dorkbrain in a chatroom (from the deep south, but that's no excuse since most of my family is too) asked me if I appreciated what the US was 'doin for my country'.  These people vote.  Scary.

Albuquerque, Found at Last


Los Ranchos, N.M.

While New Mexico swings precious little weight in presidential politics - a mere five electoral votes - it pays a heavy price for being a swing state. This election has even taken the pleasure out of two of my favorite activities, poker and channel surfing.

The Philosophy Club, a group of poker players based at the University of New Mexico, has been made so divided by the barrage of hateful political advertisements that neither George W. Bush nor John Kerry can be mentioned without producing hostile stares and icy silences. The club dates back at least to 1973, when I was first invited to make my weekly contributions. It has become a band of elderly brothers. We remain that way only by avoiding politics and limiting debate to matters like the ethics of raising a bet after checking or whether it makes sense to draw to an inside straight.

Nonetheless, at a recent game, a suggestion that the Supreme Court rule that neither presidential nominee is eligible for the job because of secretly being born in Bosnia or Burkina Faso or some place, and that both parties be required to pick new candidates - with an I.Q. test required and disappointing sons of famous men disqualified - was unanimously approved.

For those of us who watch TV with a channel-changer in hand, running up and down the lineup from Channel 2 to Channel 78 in the hunt for something interesting, things have become hectic. One clicks away from a Republican operative outlining Mr. Kerry's flip-flop voting record only to find a Democrat pointing to George W. Bush's foreign-policy blunders. One channel away is our Republican member of Congress warning us that her opponent seldom bothered to vote as a state legislator. Two channels up, there he is, telling us that our representative is a "friend of Osama bin Laden.''

Now, with polls showing the race undecided, our puny five-vote delegation looks very important. And New Mexicans are not used to this. We are used to being ignored. We love it that way. One of the most popular monthly features in New Mexico magazine is called "One of Our 50 Is Missing.'' It consists of reports about folks in other states refusing to accept our "foreign" credit cards, asking if one needs a visa to visit a friend in Albuquerque, or demanding a foreign postage charge to send the pair of shoes you've ordered from their catalog. Now, it seems, our fellow Americans finally know what country our state is in. I'm not the only one hoping that after tomorrow, they'll forget.

Tony Hillerman, a former editor of The Santa Fe New Mexican, is the author of the forthcoming "Skeleton Man."

We've been invaded with campaigners lately.  W's gonna be here today.  That translates to all of our major traffic arteries being closed at rush hour.  This time, he's landing at the Sunport so I imagine he won't be doing gazillions of dollars worth of damage to a runway he was warned couldn't handle the weight (our tax dollars at work Mr. Bush, thank you for destroying something out of laziness or not caring or both).  Yesterday it was Bubba (sigh!  pitter patter!) and Kerry. 

At any rate...I am so glad tomorrow's Election Day, and our lives can go back to normal.  Almost.



More later. 

Have a wonderful Monday.