Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Finals, they are approaching...

The next two weeks mark the end of the semester for me (THANK GAWD) but that also means the two words college students hate to utter:

                                                *FINALS WEEK*

I've got a 16 page project due and two finals to take.  In other words, I'll be kinda scarce until they're over. 

Wish me luck!

Friday, November 25, 2005

Some more gratitude.

At the suggestion of my very best friend, I decided to update the "All About Me" pic.  I can't tell much difference, but the other was about 30 pounds ago, so voila!  Y'all decide.  I'm so UNphotogenic, or I'd post a full body shot for comparison.  Maybe I can get her to take one I actually approve of...

Le swung by the oriface Wednesday afternoon and made my day.  See, she hasn't seen me since June, and it was pretty cool to hear her reaction.  So yeah, thanks Le.  You still rock.  Y'all realize she gets the "Very Best Friend" title for a reason.


Another note of gratitude without invading too much privacy (I hope!).  I received a wonderful e-mail from someone who'd stumbled upon my journal and an entry that touched him, and I really was humbled by his response.  It was one of those entries I call "selfish" (meaning I was hurting and needed to spout about it), but it really meant something to him and it was awesome hearing that.  I hope I've made yet another friend with this space.  Thank you, Mr B.  Thank you so much.

That's it for now.  You guys let me know if you see any difference.  I ain't seein' it!


Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving (early)

Yeah, we still have a lot to be thankful for.  Here's mine (in no particular order):

-  I lost another pound and a half, and even though I didn't hit my 50 lb mark, I'm still at 49.6 lbs lost and darnit that's pretty close.  (Next week I'll get there FOR SURE!!)

-  My bigger baby, Emily, made it through her oral surgery just fine and as Le said, now I get to baby her for a few days.

- Fuel prices are dropping.

- I have a decent home and I like being in it.

- I have wonderful children who I enjoy spending every spare moment with.

- I still have colorful paperclips at work, and now I have colorful clippies for large amounts of paper.  (hee)

- I still have my space here, as smudged as it is by stupid effing ads.  DON'T CLICK THEM.

- I have many wonderful supportive friends who I love very much.  Thanks for being here.

- I have my little angel puppies who bring me much joy and happiness.

- I have the best job I've ever ever had and the best boss in the whole world.

- I haven't had a severe asthma attack since October 2002 - I enjoy not being in the hospital every few months.  Air is good.

- I am relatively healthy, and so are the people I care about.

- I have a nice car, thanks to the bossman.

- I'm no longer considered obese, and have dropped 5 dress sizes in a year.

- My kids are happy and laugh a lot.

- My home network is working.  Sorta.

- I was able to get a decent manicure.

- I have a comfy bed, clothes, shelter and food.

I'm sure there's more (tons more!) but I can't think of them right now.  Besides, I need to go baby my baby.

Please drop some by in the comments.  This place has had so much negative energy lately, it'll do us good to express some gratitude.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!!

Monday, November 21, 2005

tap tap tap

So....anyone out there still?  Life sure sucks without the convenience of alerts.  Bloglines is pretty cool, and I'm adding journal sites gradually.  I still miss all the alerts in my box.


Harry Potter rocked.  The best one yet, I reckon.  Go see it.

Em's having some pretty intense oral surgery tomorrow at 4:30, positive vibes appreciated.  I know its only dentistry, but its being done by a specialist and she's going under general anesthesia, and I'm a mom. 

I lost another 2 lbs, so I'm down 48 lbs to date (give or take).  Found the first "little black dress" I've been able to pull off in 9 years - a whopping 5 sizes smaller than a year ago, and actually got a LOT of positive response from that.  The best thing is that I got LBD for under $50.  Booyah!

AOL gets an official boogerflick for their lamebutt attempt at appeasement, coming in the form of a disclaimer they'll add to the top of our journals.  Apparently this disclaimer will say we in no way endorse the flashing obnoxious advertisements at the top of our journal space.  Clue:  not only do we not endorse, but we'll never click and we'll never purchase from any of the advertisers.  As soon as I see them up there, they go on "the list" of those I'll never buy from.  Sorry, y'all will have to do better than that. 

!!Please don't click the ads at the top of my journal page!!

I think the furor's dying down a bit now that everyone's GONE ... I just hate this silence.  Hate.  It.  Send me your links!!

Sunday, November 20, 2005

yeah, I know the ads are still here...


This place is like a ghost town.  Four (4!) alerts all weekend.  It stinks.  What stinks even more is without the convenience of alerts, I simply don't have time to go visit 20+ journals each day.  I'm learning bloglines, but y'all know that's not the same.

I've decided I'll keep The Purge purgin' on for the time being, and if it turns your stomach to visit, you can check out the mirror site at Happy Delusions (on my favorites list). 

Yeah, call me a sellout or a jerk or a wimp or whatever, but I've honestly got bigger fish to fry.  I sat down and pondered it, and I'm simply not ready to stop Purgin here.  In the grand scheme of things, you just have to ask yourself "How important is it?".  Yanno, with AIDS awareness, gay rights, human rights, people hungry in my little town, this STUPID war that no one wanted...2" x 4" ad banners...There are bigger and more important things to get uppidy about.

Go ahead, keep getting pissed.  I've done my bit and I'll continue the letter writing, e-mail writing, commenting and raising my fist in the air because it really isn't cool what they've done.  I'll just fight the good fight in a more passive-aggressive way than some of my more vocal friends.

Blogspot's great, mind you, but its not home.  I'm hoping (praying) that the AOL losers who implemented this dirty little plan will become enlightened and change their ways.  I'm also praying that this hiatus will be temporary.  Yes, forever the optimist.

Meanwhile, I'll save y'all a place on the couch, and I'll keep your spot warm.

...and I hope you'll keep coming by.

Love you,


sort of mirror entry here.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Yeah, I'm here still (for now)

I'm just sort of biding my time, giving AOL a chance to fix this mess.  I hate drama, I really do.  I hate that everyone's leaving.  I think the whole thing sucks rocks.

So my blogspot journal link is in my favorites, but here it is as well.  Its been there forever as a mirror site (just in case AOL farted, as its been prone to do).  I really hope we don't have to resort to that.


TAKE THE ADS DOWN!!  How hard can it be, honestly?  Take them down.  Just do it.  NOW, before we lose more people.

Until then, its gonna be awful quiet around here...




...anyone know how to get journal alerts for off-AOL journals?  If so, drop me a line and let me know.  Thanks!

Monday, November 14, 2005


All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.
Cory Doctorow, Someone Comes To Town, Someone Leaves Town, 2005
American science fiction writer

A dear friend of mine has journalled about a certain point in time when she realized her marriage wasn't as solid as she'd always believed.  It was at the exact time when something dreadful was revealed to her.  A rude awakening of sorts, as she watched her now ex-husband sitting on the end of their bed telling her what broke her heart.  A secret he'd kept for a while. 

I'm a firm believer in the philosophy that secrets are detrimental to relationships.  Secrets are just lies disguised as silence.  I believe that if there's something you can't tell your loved one, for whatever reason, its a bad thing.  Affairs are secrets.  Addictions are secrets.  Bad things are kept secret.  Secrets destroy, and secrets can only bring harm.

A marriage is much like a business partnership.  An agreement that your lives will be melded together as one.  There is nothing that should be kept from one another.  Period.  If a secret is allowed to fester and grow unchecked, it will overshadow the relationship and undermine everything the vows were based on.

My children have been brought up with the credo, "No secrets in this house."  Think about grade school, when you heard children whispering and giggling and you were sure it was about you.  How did that make you feel?  My children have been taught to be kind to others, and to respect our household.  No secrets.  Period.  Its a great way to gauge behavior and make choices as well - if its something you'll have to hide, its something you shouldn't be doing.  Surprises are completely different than secrets.  Obviously if you know what Daddy's getting for Christmas, its okay to keep that under wraps because its a surprise.  There is a difference.

I live by this philosophy.  My husband knows everything about my life; every small aspect, every minute detail.  When my children ask me a question, they know I'll answer truthfully.  They know I keep nothing from them, ever.  From the time they were little, I wanted them to know and understand that Mom will tell them the truth, that they can count on me, and that will never change.

Well, tonight was one of those "defining moments":

Let me explain how that felt.  Immediately I understood my place - way far below what I assumed it should be.  I understood that my feelings, regardless of how much value I placed on honesty and openness, mattered little.  Yeah, I understood my place.  My rank if you will.  Yeah...way down there.

I understood everything, and I understood instantly.


So to my friend, and you know who you are...

Lets light a fire tonight and let go.  I'll toss all the secrets in there, and you toss all the items you've been storing, and let it burn, let it go.  No garage sales, no advice columns, lets just do it.  Watch it burn, watch the smoke disappear... taking all the hurt with it.


Saturday, November 12, 2005


Paul just e-mailed me about CarnivAOL, and the latest installment is posted.  I just love blog carnivals - the smell of fried foods, the bright lights, the laughter and cheap entertainment....

GO.  LOOK.  NOW.     <--click there.

I decided  (after some urging) to post my Weight Loss Junk entry there, and the other submissions are most excellent.

Paul works awfully hard getting these together, so....


Much hugs and stuff.  For real.

Now go read guys!  Hours of blogosphere enjoyment, conveniently located in one well designed entry - with no commercial interruptions.

Have a glorious weekend!!

(I'm off to finish my 61 page tax return project!)


Monday, November 7, 2005

An Appropriate E-mail I Had To Share...

A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle. 

For example, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.

However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and tape over his mouth while he is on fire.

No further studies are expected.

Thursday, November 3, 2005


As many of you know I'm an accounting nerd, which translates to conservative dork on most days, but I'd like to think I don't fit the mold.  Perhaps I need to start behaving myself a little.

The other day I'm zipping along in my company-provided sports car jamming to Missy Elliott.  I mean jamming.  I love the song, I can't help it, so I was singing and car dancing.  Yes, car dancing.  You kinda dance as much as you can while restricted by the automobile and the seat belt.  Bopping is a good word for it.

So I'm at a stop light and I'm bopping, arms up, head moving... when I look to my right and see some colleagues (CPAs) in the car next to me, mouths agape.


So I turn my head slowly forward, lower my arms, and turn my head once again to the right.  This time both colleagues are hysterically laughing, snorting and pointing.


I'll never live this one down.


Missy Elliott :The Cookbook :'Lose Control'