Friday, August 26, 2005

Weekend Assignment - Gotta Have It

Weekend Assignment #74: Got the Wants

There are things in this world that people need to have. This week's Weekend Assignment is not about those.

Weekend Assignment #74: Forget about the things you need -- Tell us about something you want. Preferably something useless and/or expensive. In other words: Toys! Something fun and/or sparkly and/or indulgent that you don't already have but wouldn't mind getting, if someone were offering.

Extra Credit: Do you really think getting that toy would make you happier?




I covet this car.  I dream about what it would be like to own such a fine example of automotive genius.  I have begged my wonderful boss to replace my wonderful company-provided sportscar with this one.  Can't you see it - our logo all smooth across the side???

Any model would do, but since this is my fantasy, I'd choose the GT with the 4.6L V8, thankyouverymuch.  I know its a muscle car, but I still want the automatic transmission, fully loaded.  I prefer black, but any color would do. 

                    **I would look SO good in this car.**

Extra Credit question:  I'm a happy girl right now anyway, but...YES this would definately make me happy.  For real and for true.  Either this, or a winning multimillion dollar lottery ticket so I could have a garage full of these beautiful automobiles, but DEFINATELY THIS.

(So I'm a little obsessed.)

Get right on that, okay?  Hee.

Ask Me Anything, Answered

Leigh asked:

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?

--Kindergarten, believe it or not.  We used to pretend he was The Fonz and I was Pinky.  (damn I can't believe I just admitted that out loud.) 

Wait - does that count?  If not, my first *real* boyfriend was in high school - my freshman year.  His name was Jeff, and I truly thought we'd be married some day.  *sigh!*  My first true love.  (I wonder where he is now?)

Where did you grow up?

--Beautiful Albuquerque, New Mexico - born and raised.  (boring, I know)

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

--I love New Mexico, but I'd sure like a summer home in New Orleans.


From Freeeee

If you could trade places with one person for a week, who would it be and why?

--Dang.  I really like my life so much, I'm not sure I'd want to.  First, I thought of a lottery winner, just to see what its like not to worry about money, and to be able to help people.  Then I thought of my dog, because curling up in a sunny spot for a nap sounds really good right now.  I know this is a chicken-sh** answer, so I'll have to ponder that a little longer. 

Dernit, Trishy you made me think so HARD.

Okay, I know.  Sometimes I think I'd really like to be able to communicate with those who are gone now, but I'd also have to add that I'd like to be able to do that without being scared.  I'd love to have the ability to just converse with the people I miss, and ask them some questions, tell them I love them, and then be on my merry way.  Oh and Elvis.  I'd love to talk to Elvis.  And John Lennon, and Janis Joplin.  Just for a week though.  Much longer than that and I might just lose what little marbles I have left.

If you could do/be anything in the world, what would that be and why?

--I really like being me, but I think I'd really want to be someone who had tons and tons of money, so I could make a difference and really help people.  I think of the people I really admire in this world - Nelson Mandela, for instance - and all the wonderful selfless things they've done.  I wish I had the means to make a difference.  A big difference.

What is your very first memory?

As an infant, I remember being in a stroller headed into the Dillards at the mall.  (I know it was Dillards because it stayed with this same decor for decades)  My mother pushed the stroller into this dark brown ceramic tiled foyer, I remember the sound being different (you know, how it tends to sound hollow and echoey in tiled areas) and I looked up and saw various pictures of men over the entrance doors and it scared me.  (Crazy, I know.  It must have been photographs of various important people, but I have no idea who.) I started crying because I was terrified, but of course I couldn't vocalize what had scared me...and I remember being scooped up and comforted.  That was the best feeling in the world - a feeling of safety, warmth and love.

That's it  for now - this was fun!  Maybe next time I'll get more questions...HINT.

Happy Friday!

Monday, August 22, 2005

Ask Me Anything


Ask Me Anything

Let's Play A Game!

I just got an e-mail from Miss Freee "suggesting" I participate, and I thought it sounded fun.  Check out her entry here.


Here's how we play:

- Ask me 3 questions. Any 3, no matter how personal, private or random.
- I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
- In turn, you post this message in your own blog or journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.

OK so y'all have until tomorrow midnite to post your questions, and I'll try to respond with an entry within the next couple of days.

(suggested by Freee - go check it out!)

Thursday, August 18, 2005


There's so much going on right now in my little corner of the world.  It's all good stuff, and change is always stressful, but its hard to wrap my little mind around everything that's going on around me.  I often feel this way, wondering if I'm "Standing Still" as Jewel put it.  Standing here watching the world whiz by, forgetting what's really important, missing clues, that sort of thing.

I'm having a hard time remembering to take care of me.  As mothers, we tend to put ourselves last the majority of the time.  I haven't bought myself new clothes in over two years, aside from a dress to wear to a business function and a $10 skirt.  I haven't been to see the dentist to have my wisdom teeth removed, even though they hurt like a monkey a whole lot of the time.  I haven't seen a doctor (aside from asthma crap) in over a year either.  Stupid, I know.

Baby steps.  I have been real adament about my weight loss program and I've accomplished a whole lot there.  40 lbs is a lot.  I've been real stubborn about my need to finish my degree, and I've stayed that course for TWELVE YEARS.  (Three more classes left.  Three!)  I forced everyone around me to put up with my butt while I studied and sat for that certifying exam (which obviously paid off in spades).  I even had my hair trimmed two Saturdays ago.

Somehow, when I'm "selfish" like that, I feel like I have to be selfless in every other way, so I put my needs last.  Then, I get resentful, which is so stupid.  My assistant and I were talking about it the other day, and she pointed out that the most self-LESS thing to do would be to take care of myself, and she's right.  I'm an integral part of my kids' world, and taking care of me is indirectly making sure they're okay.

Lots of changes, lots of things to look forward to.  Its all good, but its still a little stressful.  I just need to remember to unclench and takes things one breath at a time.

Schtuff going on:

Soon (we hope) we should be finding out if hubby got a job he applied for.  He's feeling well enough to work again, which is awesome, but it takes this certain government entity 14-19 days to process a new hire.  As with most things, the more time that lapses, the higher the doubt and worry, so send us some good job vibes.  With him working, the financial stress will be lessened and/or non-existant, but there'll be others.  He'll be gone the majority of the time I'm at home, which was hard on us marriage-wise before.  I'll have to take the kids to school and pick them up afterwards, and the little one will be in a daycare program after school again.  Tha means there'll be little or no time for mom to work out, until I figure out Plan B.  I guess there's a trade off for everything, and we really need the money right now.  In the short run, this will be a really wonderful thing for us, so yeah, send the good job vibes.

School Crap:

My fall semester begins Monday, and unlike any other semester for the past 12 years, I don't have a concrete schedule yet.  I need three courses (four if I take an elective) to graduate, and the two I need to take this semester are full.  I've been trying non-stop since Monday to sneak in with no luck.  So, Monday morning, I'll make a puppy dog eyed plea to a tax professor to please please let me in so I can graduate.  Then Tuesday afternoon I'll go through the same thing with a different professor.  If I don't get in these two courses, I'll have to put off graduation until Fall 2006.  That'll be really really hard to swallow.

I still don't have books purchased yet either, which is also completely out of character.  It is driving me nuts to be this unprepared at the beginning of a semester.  I'm not handling it well.

On the Home Front:

Emily started high school without a hitch, hated it for the first two days, and is now growing accustomed to the newsurroundings.  When I asked her what was so bad about high school she said, "Mom, the school's big, the people are big..."  Yeah, I remember.  Upperclassmen can be such jerks.  Thank gawd she's as tall as me, so she doesn't get bullied around that much.

Kayla's 3rd grade bilingual teacher is a little less than bilingual, which is turning into a large problem.  Its going to be difficult to communicate in Spanish to Spanish-speakers if you have to ask how to say certain things.  Don't get me wrong here, but I think a teacher who claims to be qualified to teach an enriched bilingual class needs to be fluent.  Just my personal opinion.  We'll see what the school comes up with, but we're already anticipating the excuses:  we're short of funding, didn't have time to fill the get my drift.

Volunteering Crap:

So I'm an Assistant Troop Leader this year for Kayla's Girl Scout Troop, at least until they find someone who doesn't work/school/mom so much.  I haven't learned the word "no", obviously.  The woman who does it has done such a good job though, and I'd hate to see the troop dissolve just because she doesn't have the help she needs.

I've also been asked to head another committee for a different professional organization we belong to at work.  That would make three, plus my duties as a board member of my little professional group, PLUS the Girl Scout thing, work, school, kids... I just feel so guilty if I don't accept these requests. 

Someday I'll grow a spine, honest.  I just don't want to end up mean and grouchy.


Yep, its that time of year again!  Pretty soon I'll be posting info on how you can support my team for the 2005 AIDS Walk here in beautiful downtown Albuquerque, NM.  This year, they got high tech and you can build a website to solicit donations.  There's your warning.  I'll be stepping up preaching about AIDS and the desperate need for funding very very soon. 

I need sponsors!  $1-$100 I don't care, its all for a good cause.

Any of my friends and cohorts in the Albuquerque area (Le, B, Rita, Kim, and others - HINT) are more than welcome to come and walk with us.  Its always a blast, and we always go eat afterwards!!

More to come on this topic latah...

New Mexico State Fair 2005:

Yep, since its almost AIDS Walk time, its almost State Fair time.  We're not talking a "cow chip tossin" kinda state fair, we're talking a HUGE multicultural event that lasts almost 3 weeks.  I am PSYCHED.  (21 more days!!) There'll be lotsa pictures, of course, and y'all can pick fun all you want. 

No, there's not a lot to do/look forward to in Albuquerque very often.  Happy??

Jokes of the week:

What does an accountant use for birth control?   ---her personality.  <rim shot>

What's the difference between an accountant and a lawyer?  --The accountant knows he's boring.

Tell me I don't fit the mold.  Wait - first read a different entry, THEN tell me I don't fit the mold.

<purge complete>  I feel much better now, thank you.

Have a glorious Thursday evening.  Peace out.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

A Plea to Mr. Bush

To quote a good friend of mine... "Holy Frigging Circus"

An open plea to our vacationing leader:

Yanno, Mr. Bush, instead of turning this into a media/public relations could have just picked yourself up, along with your enterage of secret service agents, and trotted your little butt down the street to talk to this woman. An hour of your busy day (on yet ANOTHER vacation) to speak to a woman who lost her baby fighting your war.  I'm not sure if its pride, or stubbornness, or just plain stupidity, but all of this could have been avoided if you'd have just agreed to speak with her.

Now it looks like and a whole barrage of anti-Bush organizations are latching on to this.  It has gotten so huge, they've had to rent portable toilets, for cryin' out loud.  For a president who's approval ratings are at an all-time low, it seems it would behoove you to just walk over there and talk her.  I realize you met with her with a group of families at a canned session right after her son died.  So what.  She wants a one-on-one session to ask you a few questions.  An hour or so, for someone who lost her child fighting for us.

Seems like it would be the least you could do for this grieving mother, bless her heart.

Pretend she's a CEO of a multibillion dollar international corporation, or a major contributor, or pretend she's someone who matters enough... whatever it takes. 

Just go talk to her. 

Thursday, August 11, 2005

An oldie but goodie worth posting, from an e-mail

I just have to add this comment:   I don't think so. 

Isn't it amazing how times have changed?

I know a lot of you have probably already seen this via forwards, but it was worth posting, for those who haven't.  It'll take a minute to load, but its worth a chuckle.  (We'll see if it displays correctly!)

Friday, August 5, 2005

A Milestone.

There they were, hanging on the door of my closet, challenging me.  Teasing me. 

"Try us on, you know you want to", they called.

I resisted.  I knew, in my heart of hearts, that if they didn't fit I'd be disappointed, devastated and depressed all morning.  I prepared myself, left the hanger out just in case they didn't fit.  I could always give them back to Emily, or someone else...

I removed them from said hanger, and held them up.  "They look small", I thought to myself.  I ran my eyes around the inside of the waistband, searching desperately for a size tag.  I knew these were my daughter's jeans, and she's smaller than me, so there was just no way.  I knew these might as well have been in the "As If" section of my closet.  There was no size tag. 

SIDENOTE:  My closet, as with a lot of other women's I'm sure, has various sections of fat.  There's the "As If" section, the ones I haven't worn for years because they're so small, but I refuse to let them go because I JUST KNOW they're gonna fit someday.  There's the "Bovine" section, there's the "PMS-ing" section, and there's the various stages of in between.  These jeans looked small.  Too small.

I took a deep breath.  I was totally prepared for the disappointment to come.  I lifted one leg in, then the other, and started to pull.

Amazing, they went up past my hips.  I sat there with them unbuttoned for a while, in complete and total shock.  I stared down - they weren't even uncomfortable. 

"I just wonder....", I pondered out loud.

I grabbed either side, to button them, and OH MY GAWD they buttoned AND ZIPPED and were comfortable.  Given, they're those "Low Rise" things that I'm not used to, but...

                         ***THEY FIT!!!***

These are my daughter's jeans.  That means I'm down a total of 5 jeans sizes since this time last year.  MY DAUGHTER'S JEANS.  She hugged me tight when she realized they were hers...and I have room to spare!

So, I lost all sense of normalcy and wore them all day, and I look damn good, if I do say so myself.  Everyone noticed!!  I haven't worn this size in over three years.  Amazing what an innocent pair of jeans can do.  (Anybody else a child of the 80's?  These lowrise take some getting used to - it feels like your butt could pop out at any time.)

I know we've all been through this, I just haven't had a positive outcome from a little experiment like this in such a long time, I had to share. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Why DO men have nipples?

Well, I just found out.  Apparently we all start with the same template, then after a few weeks nature plugs in the man sex chromosome.   By that time, the nips were already there.  I wonder if that's true for dogs too?  My little boi dog Peenit has teets too.  Actually, that may explain an awful lot...


It is so effing hot.  As if anyone needed reminding.  This summer has been just full of Advanced Hotness.  I'm ready for fall.  Really ready.

I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready


My oldest baby girl starts high school in 7 days.  Fasten your seatbelts sweethearts, we're in for a ride.  It brings back so many memories of my first year in high school - remember how scared you were?  "Excited, yet terrified" is how Emily put it.  I actually spent a great deal of time getting thrown about by senior boys - in trash cans, puddles, trunks of cars and the like.  At least I didn't suffer the dreaded swirlee. 

I did however, get teepeed, and it was a whopper of a job.  These guys must have spent hours on my house.  My mom even took pics the next morning!  They dragged my little car across the street and up into the yard, soaped all the windows, left about 48 rolls of teepee in the tree and everywhere else, AND left me about 6" of shredded newspaper to clear off the lawn.  I had a whole new respect for that group of guys after that episode.

I can't wait to take my daughter on her first teepee adventure. 

Thankfully, Emmy's very tall and looks older - she could pass for a junior or a senior without any trouble at all.  She'll  be just fine.  Now if we could just get her mother to calm down a bit...

Can you believe she's eligible to DRIVE in September?  Lawdy lawdy.  Yep, feelin' pretty ancient just about now.


My name is Kris and its been one month and 11 days since my last diet coke.  Since then I've lost 10 lbs.  (5 last week, per my weigh in).  Darn it!  Yep that makes 40 on Weight Watchers, and 10-15 on my own.  35 more to go!!

In one of his meanest, most evilest moves so far, my boss walked into my office this hotter than hot afternoon, and slowly popped open a nice refreshing can of - that's right - Diet Coke.  you know the sound...ssssssssss CRACK  fissssss.....  I'm sure it was perfectly chilled, with just a little bit of slushy.  Then he sipped it very very slow and LOUD to make sure the craving set in full force. 

This, after I confided in him how difficult its been for me to give it up. 

Love you, D.  Thanks bunches for your support!  ;b


I have a new addiction.  He's adorable and has the craziest journal ever, and I just love him.  Its definately PG-13 stuff, but you have to check out Mortimer's Cafe if you haven't already, simply for the animation on his journal page if nothing else.  Don't go look if you're one of those easily offended people.  Please.  I don't want the backlash. (link on my favorites!)  I found him through my favorite hippy's journal (link also on my favorites).


OK enough purgables for today.  I have the hiccups, from the flavored water.  Again.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!!

Tuesday, August 2, 2005

Happy Anniversary, Dear Puuuurge


SO, exactly one year ago today, my little Daily Purge came to life.  This journal was born out of anguish, unfortunately - a place where I could vent my anger and hurt and broken heart over a person who'd devastated me beyond all reason.  Since then, I've gotten over said devastation, and moved onward and upward.  That was literally one of the best things he could have done for me.  I guess I should thank him.  Not!

My journal actually scored me some bomb-diggity friends, and Aileen's the first one that comes to mind.  We met under some pretty unfortunate circumstances (I'm so glad that journal subjects are searchable!), and managed to surface and muddle through with a pretty strong friendship.  She's bold, beautiful, intelligent and genuine, and I'm blessed to know her.  So, if I hadn't been terribly screwed over, I never would have met her.  Again, maybe I should thank him.  Not!

I also "met" Ahndreah, who's one of the most talented bloggers/writers I know in the real world; Miss Trishy, whose music "sucks not"; Judi, who's simply amazing - her artwork has made me gasp on more than one occasion; Jeff, who's a great cheerleader; Albert, who's just adorable and lovable all by himself; Miss Peachy, whose common sense has floored me on a regular basis all year; Kat, the weight loss queen, and Miss JerseyGirl, whose photos are completely awe inspiring.

I've also played New Mexico tour guide, state fair promoter, whiner, student, AIDS advocate, gay rights advocate, human rights advocate, incredibly left wing tree-huggin' liberal democrat, diet coke addict, professional, PSA announcer, wife, mom, friend, dieter, dreamer, philosopher, ranter and raver, among other things.  My entries are admittedly random, quirky and weird...but that's just my M.O., and its pretty much how I'd talk to you if we were having a coke together.

Thanks for reading guys, thanks for being here.  I'm so grateful for this little blog - its really helped me in so many ways.  I've met so many wonderful people, aired truths that really needed to be aired,  and made some wonderful friends on the way.