Wednesday, March 30, 2005

The Ice Cream Man

All winter long, we've had a bizarre ice cream man problem in our neighborhood and I finally found out why.  Ice cream dude would pick the coldest of cold winter evenings to come down our street, blaring that annoying ice cream truck song.  (I think the most annoying thing about it is the Doplar Effect it has as it heads down the street.) 

I could not figure out: 1) why we were hearing an ice cream man in the dead of winter (isn't that a summer thing?) and 2) why he was coming when it was almost dark. 

Seems Mr. Ice Cream Man was selling more than frosty treats from his truck.  Mr. Ice Cream Man was also selling heroin, crack and pot from his truck.  What an entrepreneur.

I never let my kids buy from the ice cream truck anyway, because the last time they did, the popsicles looked old and smarmy and melty.  It grossed me out, so now I buy them their own frozen treats.  Yanno, thank goodness I didn't.  Who knows what could have happened with a drug deal gone bad while my babies were out there buying ice cream.  (Not that I'd have let them after dark anyway.)

Turns out Mr. Ice Cream Man was part of a drug ring, also selling from a store called Kandyland.  Shortly after, police busted another distributor - one who was selling to kids out of a comic book store.


We've also had an ice cream truck come down the street my office is on.  Keep in mind this is an industrial/commercial area.  I can't imagine people in offices dropping everying and screaming "ICE CREAM MAN!!" and running out into the street.  I just wonder - maybe we won't see that ice cream truck anymore, either.

It makes me a little sad.  Seems like there's nothing safe for the kids anymore - these jerks will do anything.

GRR! (rant complete)


I'm a worryer, so I always tend to prepare for the worst.  It's much nicer to be pleasantly surprised.  In that regard, I was prepared for a horrible grade on an accounting exam, and I ended up with an A.  I actually giggled like a little girl when I got the test back.

(what a dork, no?)


I'm outta here - have a wonderful Wednesday!!

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Scalzi Photo Assignment

Sorry guys, that's the best I can do!!  This little guy was all poofed up, trying to stay warm in the wind this afternoon.

With the weather we've had lately, the only birds that are around are sparrows and pigeons.  Even the crows and ravens are hiding, and I have yet to see my first robin of the year.  This morning when I left the house we had blowing mud (rain mixed with blowing dust and sand), and snow.  We've had wind gusts up to 60 MPH, still getting hail, rain and the birdies are still hiding, and so am I.  The ones that do try to fly do it kind of sideways, madly flapping to reach the next tree branch.

I'm really ready for spring to arrive, and I'm sure they are too.  I'll let y'all know when it reaches beautiful downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I discovered today that birds are really really hard to photograph if you're outside.  A new challenge, right?  In a few weeks, the birds should be more plentiful and therefore easier to photograph.

Unless this counts:

Terri Schiavo's Donor List for Sale

Is anyone else just a little disturbed by this?  Apparently Terri Schiavo's parents have sold the list of donors to a direct marketing company.  They'll get a monthly payment for all the e-mail and postal addresses of all the people who donated to Terri's cause. 

In return for their support, those sympathetic individuals can expect a barrage of spam and unsolicited advertising.  A thank you gift I could certainly do without.

Help me out here...


Struggling with BooBoo

That would be BooBoo the giant puppy.  Today I have made the decision that BooBoo's gotta go.  She's become increasingly unpredictable, and has been attacking the other dogs at random.  Today, completely unprovoked, she attacked my older dog Xena and had her by the throat.  Despite Louie's attempts to get her off, she wouldn't stop.  Then, she turned to go for him.  Thank goodness no one was hurt too badly.

I hate to let her go, but I can't afford the risk to my children, or to Louie and I.  If she turned on Xena unprovoked, she could easily turn on my kids.

I have always defended pitbulls.  For the most part, this dog has been sweet and playful and loving.  I didn't want to believe the violent behavior is just bred into them, but now I'm having second thoughts.  We've had this dog since she was a pup, and she never displayed aggressive behavior before.  This has slowly developed over the past six months. 

So I'm a pit owner, a loving caring pit owner, and I've seen the aggressive behavior everyone's warned me about.  Is aggressive behavior just part of the breed, like other traits are in other breeds?  She's never been hit or abused, she's been loved and cared for and trained as well as we could.  She was not bred or taught to fight or be aggressive at all.  She's been well cared for.

Here we go with the whole nature vs nurture argument, but I'm wondering now if perhaps its just in the breed to behave aggressively.  Perhaps this is why we need to be aware that pits have these tendencies and use that knowledge when we decide to adopt one.  Maybe they just need to be in homes with no kids or other pets around.

I'd sure like to get other peoples' takes on this, so if anyone else has experience with pit bulls I'd certainly like to hear from you.

Happy Tuesday...

Monday, March 28, 2005

Stupid Interview Tricks

That up there is the very first flower to bloom in my yard this year, aside from the plum trees.  I think its gorgeous!


I recently applied for a part-time job as a weekend bookkeeper for a local hobby store.  I was fortunate (?) enough to be contacted for an interview.  Today said interview took place.  We've all had these canned interviews, where the interviewer reads from a list of appropriate interview questions given to him/her by the corporate legal department or some such entity.

Sample questions (as read in monotone by 20-something year old assistant manager):

"How do you feel when your schedule is interrupted?" ----Mad as hell, that's how.  Frustrated as all get out.  (Seems like this is a no brainer, almost like asking how one feels when spilling hot coffee on their crotch.)

"Have you ever been unsuccessful at a job?"  --- Moi?!?  As if!!

"What was the biggest mistake you ever made?"  --- WORKING FOR FAMILY.  Enough said.

"Have you ever overachieved in a position you've held?"  --- Everyday, darlin'.  Every single day.  (pfft!)

"How do you measure success at your current job?"  --- Accuracy.  I'm a financial professional.  (duh)

"If you were a vegetable, what kind would you be, and why?"  ---I'd be a green chile of course.  Spicy, unpredictable..... yet satisfying.

SIDENOTE:  The answers are from my twisted mind.  I wasn't actually that cocky.  Honest.

SIDENOTE DEUX:  OK so she didn't really ask the vegetable question - I learned of that one when I was a residency program coordinator at a medical school.  That is one that veteran residents used to freak out applicants.  It was effective.

The other great part of this application process was the "personality survey."  Basically, this survey asked me in 5 different ways if I used illegal drugs, if I thought it was cool to steal from my employer, and if I thought it was ok to be late or absent from work on a regular basis. do I answer???  (I kept giggling thinking of the line "Are you a pot smoker Fokker?")

What stinks is that you can no longer lead an interview, or ask your candidate what you really need to - to find out if he/she is capable of doing the job.  You can't get to know your applicants.  You can't make small talk.  You can't try to find out if you "click", because interviewers/employers have fallen victim to lawsuit-crazy society, just like McDonald's and doctors and universities and everyone else. 

So, I'm wondering if anyone can top my vegetable question.  Go for it.


P.S.  I'm a TOTAL hit counter watcher and comment addict, and I'm just amazed at how many clicks I've gotten over the weekend.  Verclempt, even.  Thanks for stopping by!


Happy Monday!!

Saturday, March 26, 2005

I just love my digital camera

I call this one "Unannounced".

She's gonna kill me, but I'm just doing my duty as the parent of a teenaged girl.


Friday, March 25, 2005

Weekend Assignment: Hollywood!!

Weekend Assignment #52: Congratulations! Hollywood is making a movie of your life, and you get to choose any actor you want to play you -- yes, even if they're dead (the things they can do with special effects!) Who do you choose and why?

Extra credit: Name the musician/band who will play the theme song to the movie.

I would love for Sandra Bullock to play me in my life story, because she's adorable, she's beautiful and she's a BIG DORK.  She and I are alike in that last category, so it'd be great.  She can do slapstick effortlessly, so she can trip and fall all over the place like I do, spill food on herself during each meal, and wear her shirts inside out to board meetings.  She'd be perfect!

Extra Credit:  Weird Al would be my choice, but if he's not available, Jet will do:

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.

                --Are You Gonna Be My Girl


Monday, March 21, 2005


Remember how I mentioned that my daughter Emily has her cats trained to attack me when I knock on her door to wake her for school?  (please ignore my ugly little stubby Flintstone toes, thank you.)


The culprits?

Evil, I tell you.  Pure Evil.



(pssst!  What I really wanted to show you was Peanut the Chihuahua attempting to be amorous with Byron the enormous German Shepherd.  Darn those TOS rules!!) 

Monday Purge!

Remember how I said I duck and cover when stuff gets stressful?  Consider me ducked.  And covered.


I went to a dress fitting this weekend.  I'm going to be a bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding.  I've never had a real wedding, or been in one since my flower girl days, so this was a unique experience.

I cried.  In the car.

For people with a weight issue, measurement day kinda sorta stinks.  Yes, the weight loss continues (slowly!!!!!! @#$%@*&!!!)  but my boobs haven't gotten the message, so I have to go almost four sizes bigger to accomodate these bad boys in a halter-type gown.  Muumuu effect, personified.

Not.  Fun.

I'm hoping that by the time the dress arrives in early June, we'll have to to do major alterations.  MAJOR ONES.

Then I can dance.  In the car.


The whole Terri Schiavo case has me kind of freaked out.  That's such a tough issue to have to face as a husband/mom/dad/relative/friend....then to have to face it in front of the media, every court in this great country, your state and national governments and the president...? 

The biggest problem with this is first off - its not our business.  Its not the president's business, or the congress', or the Today Show's, or anyone else's.  It's Terri's business, and its her husband's, and her family's.  That's it.

In that - we don't know what's going on.  We don't know the specifics of her condition or her prognosis.  We know nothing.  Why?  Because its none of our business.  We can't possibly confidently pass judgement or have a qualified informed opinion, because we just don't know. 

It looks to me like, in the family-provided videos, she's responsive.  Her husband Michael says the damage is so pronounced, they taped for three days to get that three minutes of footage.  Michael says his wife would have never ever wanted to live like this. 

Its hard to say, and its none of our business.

Do we really want our government to intervene in such a way that it dictates not only the care we receive but the end-of-life/living will decisions we've made?  I'm not sure I do.  Not like this.

Seems they should have bigger fish to fry, than to get involved in an issue that should remain private.  That's why it bugs me.  Just saying.

Did I mention its none of our business?


Easter's almost here ALREADY.  Is it just me, or does Easter Sunday come earlier and earlier each year??  Isn't it supposed to be in April or something?


I'm headed back for more ducking and more covering.  Life will get less stressful shortly and I'll come up for air.

Have a wonderful Monday!


Friday, March 18, 2005

Weekend Assignment: Spring Haikus

Weekend Assignment #51:  Write a haiku about spring!! 

(Extra Credit:  picture of spring in bloom - above)  

I feel like I'm in

high school English class again

but this will be fun  

My Spring Haikus:  

Spring in NM

boogers, watery eyes,

dust, pollen and wind  


 Spring is almost here

daffodils, tulips popping up

bright warming sunshine        

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Horse kisses!

Obviously I'm having a horrid case of writer's block, so I thought I'd share a horsey kiss with you.  There's a glimpse of what a one looks like before you get it.

I saved you the privilege of experiencing the residual moisture - horse kisses are extremely sloppy, and usually involve boogers and slobber (as Kayla says).  I'd still take a sloppy kiss over a butt bite any day.


Isn't he cute??

Happy Humpday!

Monday, March 14, 2005

A Beautiful Spring Day in Albuquerque

That was my commute home today - I left at 4:00 and got home close to 6:00 - I usually have a 20 minute commute, so that was a looooong time in the car.

Pretty cool for a desert, huh?

Yes, I'm a desert rat who takes pictures of snow.  Shaddap.  My trees are all bendy from all the weight.  (How cool is that?!?!)

....and its still coming down!!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Rare Sunday Rantage


Yesterday I did the mom thing and helped Kayla with Girl Scout cookie booth sales outside a local health food store.  Before the booth sales started, we went inside to check it out - I'd shopped at a Wild Oats before, but never this kind of store.  It was wonderful inside, with fresh flowers and organic was so clean and the people were so friendly and helpful.  So I started checking out prices - I'm a mom on a budget, I do these things.  Everything in that bright beautiful healthy store was at least TWICE what I pay in the big unfriendly superhuge market.  $6 for a gallon of milk?!?  I don't care how organic and healthy it is, I'd have to take out a second mortgage to feed my family.  (No wonder I only saw luxury vehicles and expensive SUV's outside.)  Darn them!!

Note:  Girl Scout cookie booth sales entail standing outside a local store for four-five hours on a weekend badgering people into buying more of what they probably already have.  Its for a good cause, but its still not fun.  After hours in the sun and 150 boxes of sold cookies, we both felt we deserved six inch submarine sandwiches and large cola beverages.

ANOTHER NOTE:  My daughter and her troop know and understand that we are not the "mom scouts", they are the Girl Scouts.  Not us.  The only reason moms are there is to help with change and to provide supervision - the girls are supposed to do the majority of the work.  It stinks that many of you have been badgered by coworkers, friends and family into buying these cookies.  Its really not supposed to be that way.  And as an FYI - Part of the money goes to a local charity the girls pick out (ours is Animal Humane Society), part of it goes to cover cost, and part of it goes to the troop.


So, we decided to hit the large franchised submarine sandwich joint. 

Being a vegetarian, I've made my own little version of the veggie sandwich, with pepperjack cheese, guacamole, and all the veggies plus jalapenos.  (Its the bomb diggity sandwich, I'm telling you.)  So as I'm watching her make my sandwich, she asks me what vegetables I want.  I reply "Everything, plus jalapenos".  Then the upcharging begins. 

Mind you, guac is always extra, because anywhere outside of California avocados are like a buck a piece, so I understand I have to pay more for them.  "Do you want spinach on that?  Because if you do, its 25 cents extra."  Just to show my discontent, I tell her to skip the spinach.  On she goes..."Do you want shredded carrots on that?  Because if you do, its 25 cents extra, too.".  Fine.  Skip the carrots.  (grrrr)  On down the line - everything apparently (except iceburg lettuce) is 25 cents extra.  What the...???

In other words, I paid almost $8 for my signature veggie sandwich yesterday, and I didn't even ask them to toast it.  Its advertised at $3.99, and I'm used to paying $5.00.  Are carrots and spinach really that expensive?? 

Good grief, I sound old. 

Shoot me now.

I sound like my grandmother. 

(....shuffling off now....)

Friday, March 11, 2005

One more...

I wanna be outside!!! 

Its 70 degrees today, and I feel like we need to take advantage of the sunshine before it snows/rains more next week.

C'mon!  Let's go!!!

Friday Rambling

I have a little collection of hand blown glass globes and other miscellaneous shapes.  I took some shots of one of them and - voila!  I think it looks pretty cool.  My daughters still think I'm insane - taking pics of dorky things. 

At least I have a new hobby, right?


I can't do this weekend's assignment because Scalzi totally stole mine.  (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)  It entails describing a piece of artwork that "spoke to you" or changed your life somehow. 

I really don't have any other art pieces (that weren't mine) that spoke to me like the Van Gogh did...although lots of Judi's are utterly amazing, and admittedly do come very close.  There are many times when I look at her work and it seems like I can feel the place her heart was at the time.  Crazy stuff, I know. 



I think the bullying issue is FINALLY being addressed, after leaving six voicemails for three different people and threatening to either show up at the school and cause a scene or pull my daughter out.  Jeez you'd think these administrator/counselor type people would want these issues resolved quickly. 

What bugs me is that part of this argument stems from a boy.  A boy who likes my daughter and not one of the girls involved.  Reminds me of the gargantuan heathen monster called Daphne who wanted to pummel me in middle school because I was "too pretty".  Daphne was tall too, but she was as wide as she was tall, and had huge hairy arms and one big eyebrow.  Trying to reason with someone like that was impossible.  I've never understood that reasoning however.  He likes you and not me, so I'm gonna beat you up. 

Alrighty then.

Anyway, it seems as though the administration is siding with my daughter, and steps are being taken to remove these little monsters from her mid-school world.  They'll have different lunches, different classes, and hopefully they'll be able to get a life.  Honestly it really wouldn't be so bad if the girl wasn't carrying a knife to school regularly, and if the girl's mother wasn't so volitile. 

I'm so proud of my daughter (aren't I always??) for handling everything so maturely.  She's always been taught that defending herself is necessary, but violence never solves anything.  She took the proper channels and maintained her dignity.  For those reasons, she finally won in the end.

HA!  Taking the high road is a good thing.  (This also means she actually sort of listens to her mom.  Whoa!)


Its a lover-ly day ...

...and its Friday. 



Thursday, March 10, 2005


From the "Out of the Purple" files....

I have this on my bulletin board.  I don't know why. 

Wait - yeah I do.  When I'm having a ridiculously grouchy day, I can look up and smile at him.  He is cute, in a nerdy sorta way...and now that I think of it, he really does look like someone from my not-so-distant past. 

I've talked before about how I like to surround myself in stuff that brings me joy, like colored paperclips, nerd frog pics, artwork from my kiddos, and Elvis.  Anything to make life more fun....although I seem to have misplaced the office squirt gun.

You know Mr. Frog made you smile, too.  Admit it.


Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Chevy on a Stick

"Chevy on a Stick" 

(Thanks Annie for the great name suggestion!)

There's actually a vehicle under there.  Tiled, even.

There used to be a tiled Lazy Boy too, but I couldn't find it.  I'll keep looking - I know its in that vicinity somewhere.

Again, interpretations welcomed.....

Tuesday, March 8, 2005


Notice the calming blue font?  We're practicing meditation today at the Purge....letting go of all stressful things happening in our lives.  

Things like:

*    The bank screwing up, and instead of changing the address on Olivia's savings account, changed the address on all accounts with the same address.  Translation:  the ex wife got our replacement bank cards and all our bank statements. (!!!)

*   The evil meddling mother of a child at my daughter's school chose a new target:  my daughter.  Now we're in the middle of a bullying complaint because I'm tired of said daughter coming home in tears while the school ignores the problem.  (This mama turns grizzly bear when her kids are messed with.)

*    Someone who has made the intelligent decision not to fess up fed my dog Peanut something he shouldn't have had, and he spent the night barfing all over my house.  (Just so y'all know, he's fine today.  The carpet, however, has seen better days.) 

*   A certain pilates thingy I ordered online hitting my bank account three times to the tune of $75 "in error" plus over $100 in resulting fees, even after cancelling said thingy three times over the phone and once in writing.  There's nothing the bank can do (aside from cancel the card), and nothing the pilates program will do to rectify the problem.  (Hence the replacement cards, above, that are now in the hands of an ex-spouse.)  Warning - do not purchase pilates thingies from a very prominant pilates program online or via telephone.  Buy them yourself at Wally World.

*   A large portion of my molar broke off last night, but it didn't really hurt, strangely enough.  What does hurt is the owey jagged edge it left.  (I know - TMI.  Sorry.)

I need a Diet Coke on the rocks.


The sun is shining beautifully in Albuquerque today.  I'm ignoring the 40 MPH wind gusts, because its just wonderful to see the sun and feel its warmth on my skin through the office window.

Life, in general, is wonderful. 

I just found a Diet Coke in the office fridge, chilled to perfection, with the little bit of icy slush in the can!!  Instant attitude adjustment, here I come.


Friday, March 4, 2005

Weekend Assignment-Offical Product/Charity Endorsement

The assignment:  Weekend Assignment #49: Congratulations! You've become famous enough to be courted for product endorsements and/or charitable cause spokespersonhood. Which product or charity would you personally endorse?

Nectar of the Gods!!

Nothing makes a bad day better like Diet Coke. 

Nothing puts a smile on your face like Diet Coke. 

Nothing makes you smack your lips, smile and say "Ahhhh!" like Diet Coke.

There's nothing better in this world than a Route 44 Diet Coke from Sonic.  The good ice, with some lemon wedges....

HEAVEN.  I'm telling you - there is no better soft drink carbonated soda beverage on this planet.

Carbonated Cola Perfection. 

(No, I do not need a 12-step program, thank you very much.)


My Charity of Choice?  If you've ever checked out my favorite sites list, or known me for any length of time, you'll guess.

New Mexico AIDS Services

New Mexico AIDS Services serves the community in providing prevention education and support.  They provide free AIDS/HIV testing, emotional/psychological support for AIDS victims and their families, medical treatment, and housing.  They have a food bank for AIDS victims who are unable to shop for themselves, as well as PAWS, a program to feed and provide veterinary care for companion animals.  Recently Stanford House was opened in order to provide 24 hour care for AIDS victims who are unable to find that care themselves.

These people were right there for Alberto - they've got a great staff and wonderful volunteers.  I can't thank them enough.

Y'all have heard me beat on this old horse a million times.  I encourage you to visit NMAS or your local AIDS services organization.  Of course I have to say it:

Donate, Educate yourself and others, be safe, and get tested.

I've Fallen and I Can't Get UP

This is why we settle for making $1 an hour here.  Well, one of the reasons. 


I have completely fallen off the wagon this week, both diet- and exercise-wise.  I have excuses prepared.  Ready?

1.     My daughter Kayla is a Girl Scout and her cookie orders arrived last Saturday.  10 boxes, and between 4 of us they're gone.  I'm glad they're gone.  No more frozen Thin Mints for me.  (two boxes in 5 days isn't bad, right?  ack!)  Like no one out there goes crazy with Girl Scout cookies.  Please.  They're GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.

2.    Our concrete supplier brought in a box of Krispy Kremes.  I've never had one before, and I'll never have one again (urp!).  I couldn't be rude, right?  After all, its Salesman (person?) day.  Shaddap.

3.    I'm hormonal.  I LOVE that excuse and I use it often for various reasons and situations.  (yeah girls, I gave away our secret).

4.    I was out of gum.  OK so that's not my best one.  I'm working on it.

5.   I'm under a lot of stress/don't have a lot of time/feeling overwhelmed.  OK that one sucks too. 

I also haven't been to the gym because:  the weather's bad and my knees are aching, my asthma's still not 100% improved, and I'm tired.  Ok those stink too.  My knees always ache when its cold and wet, my asthma's NEVER at 100% and I'd have a ton more energy if I were working out.

I know.  I KNOW!!! 

I'm working on a personal attitude adjustment/kick in the butt.  Anyone wanting to pitch in is officially invited.

Has anyone else out there ditched their New Year's Resolutions or are you all angelic?  Spill - I wanna hear it.

....I only ditched mine for a week.  So there.

Thursday, March 3, 2005

Photo Challenge Beta: Out Your Window

The assignment:  take a photo from a window of your house and describe what you see. 

Well, I have to bend the rules a bit, because I leave before sunrise and get home after sunset. 

First here's a photo from one of my house windows, but its taken from the outside in.  This is Dot.  We named her that for the giant dot on her back, and later we realized that with her grey tail, it actually looks more like an exclamation point.  I don't know why she gets squinty when I take her picture, but every single one is like this.  Yes, her face is pushed up against the window, the weirdo.


Another twist:  I ended up taking these from my "home away from home", because unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) I spend most of my waking hours at the oriface.  So here it is, from my window, with a twist.


I took this from my office window, and I'm offering a little challenge.  Can you tell what bugs me about this yucca?  Its been driving me nuts for months, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, because said yucca is about 12-14' tall.

While you're thinking about it, a little trivia:  The yucca is our state flower.  The dead-looking parts on the top there are where the blooms were.  They're actually pretty attractive when they're in bloom.  Its rare to find them this old and this large.

Ok - what bugs me about the yucca.  Here.  I'll show you.

That piece of trash - actually what's left of a plastic grocery bag - has been up there forever.  The wind blows and it flaps and flaps, but its too tangled to blow off and away.  So there it sits, tangled in the yucca plant, flapping in the breeze, taunting me.  I can't doanything about it, because its up so high.

So there's my twisted response to the assignment.  Does it count?  Do I get an "E" for effort?

Happy Thursday!!!



Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Weird Albuquerque Public Art

I call this one . . .

"Ginormous Marble Toilet Paper Roll". 

I think this one cost around $500,000.  At least the tp holder's kinda art deco-ish.

Yes I know, art's subjective. 

Interpretations are welcomed.


That's the Kimo theater downtown.  It was built in 1927 and its gorgeous - inside and out.  I took the pic above, the ones below are from the website.

KiMo Stage

Thunderbird     Balcony Stairs     Proscenium

My name is Ted,
And one day I'll be dead yo yo.

--Boys Don't Cry - I Wanna Be A Cowboy


When I was a kid, my brother and I used to love to sit in my Grandma's outdoor hot tub.  I guess it was the closest thing to a pool we could get at their house, and any water is good water during an Albuquerque summer ( seven inches from the midday sun...).  Anyway, we used to walk around the middle of the hot tub as fast as we could for as long as we could so we could get a little spiral hot tub water cyclone going, and then we'd stop and try to stand still as all the water swirled around us.

That's how I feel sometimes.  As if I'm standing still and everything's sort of swirling past.  Like life is passing me by.  Like there aren't enough hours in the day.  Meanwhile, kids are growing up, I'm getting older, stuff's happening....and I feel like its all happening just outside my line of vision.

What if I get to the end of the line and feel like I've "missed the dance"? 


I've come to the conclusion that I'm a terrible judge of character.  Either I trust people completely immediately, or I'm too hard on them and go the other way. 

On one hand, I tend to trust people entirely too fast and way before they earn it.  Examples include:  falling in love with an online predator I'd never met in person, believing a former employee when he told me he'd played for the LA Raiders in the early 80's, believing a former employee when he told me his wife had cancer (she didn't! isn't that a sick thing to lie about?!?), family - I'll spare you the details there - and that's just to name a few. 

On the other hand, I can totally misjudge someone's intentions and later discover they were actually very nice people after all.  I came to this realization the other day after I discovered a classmate was really genuinely a nice person trying to help me, instead of the jerk I had made her out to be.  We had to work together in groups one day for a graded assignment, and she came off as being a little too arrogant, a little too bossy, a little too confident - it bugged me.  Since then, she's helped this blind-as-a-bat student decipher illegible professor writing, and shared notes when I've missed class. We've discussed homework, life....turns out she's a "non traditional" student like me, works full time and schools part time, like me - well, we have a lot in common. 

My bad.

I don't want to end up bitter, paranoid, an online AOL junkie....ok so I'm already an AOL junkie. 

So how does one turn their radar around?  Anyone else a bad judge of character?


I think Aileen summed it up in one statement. 

"You're an idiot."


The winner of this week's tiny you-know-what award:  the guy who almost killed me trying to get around me and cut me off as we got on I-25 this morning in his poor-attempt-at-being-souped-up Toyota or whatever it was.  PUH-lease.  (Maybe next time he'll get something with a bigger engine.)

Its too bad we all don't have 1-800 numbers on our cars like I have to.  Then maybe people would play nice.

I've often wondered if the only people who actually call those numbers are women suffering from PMS symptoms.  Ya think? 

I've never ever called one.  (pfft!)


That's it for today!!

Have a wonderful Wednesday, everyone!



Tuesday, March 1, 2005

A Much-Needed Purge

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
(He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he works all day)

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavat'ry
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea
(He cuts down trees...)
(He's a lumberjack...)

from Monty Python's Flying Circus

This giant dude has been part of Albuquerque since I was a pup.  There used to be a hardware store underneath him, but now its a Vietnamese restaurant (see the May Cafe sign underneath?).  I'm just glad they decided to leave him.  There's always pigeons on his head, poor guy, but he's cool just the same.  I just love quirky stuff like that.  I'll try to post more pics of weird Albuquerque stuff as I drive past it.

As you can tell, there was sunshine in Albuquerque for a whopping half an hour.  Beggars can't be choosers, ya know.  Tourist note - if you don't like the weather in Albuquerque, wait five minutes.


I have a ginormous case of the don't wannas today.  Well, for about a week now, I guess.  I go through this occasionally and this time it seems worse than usual.  I've got homework I haven't done, cleaning I haven't done, my car looks get the point.  I haven't been to the gym since I got sick, I haven't been to a weigh-in in freaking forever.  The Daily Purge has now morphed into the semi-weekly/bi-monthly purge and that's totally my fault.  I need someone to smack me back into shape.



Since I found out you can check out DVD's and videos from the library, we've been watching tons of stuff.  I checked out Harold & Maude because it brought warm fuzzies, and my daughter actually enjoyed it.  Even though it came out the year I was born, that movie is such a trip and its highly recommended.  The music is awesome - I'm kind of a Cat Stevens fan, sort of in a way, but the music is so appropriate.  10 stars - a must see.


Boredom is today's theme, in case you haven't noticed.  Aileen and I had the most random conversation last night out of sheer, unadulterated BOREDOM.  That's probably part of the reason my Purge has been so tame lately - there's just not that much going on.  Not that its a bad thing to have an uneventful existance, its just so typical that its not so fun to read about.

Work, school, kids, sleep, work school, kids, sleep.  Repeat.


I have a little dog named Tinkerbell who sleeps more soundly than anyone (human, animal or otherwise) I've ever known.  Not too long ago she scared me to death, because as I went to relocate her (she sleeps with me) I thought she was dead.  I picked her up and she was limp, I shook her gently....still limp.  I was in tears and semi-hysterical before she finally woke up looking dazed and confused. 

Well now she sleeps on the big chair next to my bed, or on the floor because the dog wets the bed.  She sleeps so hard she pees and doesn't wake up or realize it.  I've tried everything I know, up to and including waking myself up in the wee hours of the morning to let her out - she still does it.  Tinkerbell dreams a lot (you can tell by the movement of her little paws and the tiny boof boof noises she makes) and Louie thinks she's dreaming she's outside.

There's boredom defined - I just wrote about my dog's bed wetting problem.


I'm thinking I'll quit before y'all start snoring!! 

Have a wonderful Tuesday!