Monday, January 30, 2006

I actually got tagged. The New Journals Game...

I know.  Most of us don't need more journals to read, but this was really kinda fun.  I swear its like feeding an addiction, but give it a shot if you've got some time.

My new friend Kath tagged me to play this meet new people game - rules are here.  From her entry:

Start in your own journal . . .
In your "links to other journals" click on someone, I don't care who it is or how you picked them, close your eyes and point if you must. Read their latest entry, then leave them a comment, let them know they are involved in this little game and leave a link back to your journal.

NOW . . . 
From the random journal you selected to be in, click on someone in their "links to other journals," and once again read their latest entry, leave them a comment, let them know they are involved in this little game and leave a link back to your journal. . .

THEN . . .
From that journal go to their "links to other journals," (try to pick someone you don't recognize . . . if they don't have links, go back a step and pick someon new . . . be smart. . . and blah blah blah blah . . . you get the point . . . do this 15 times . . . or how every many you have time for, and if you are an over achiever shoot for 20. :)

I only had time for 10 (I'm working, people!!  Well...sorta anyway...)

Here's where I went:

With My Hands Tied Behind My Back

The Darkest Desert   <--a fellow New Mexican!  How cool!!

Is There Really Life Out There?

Reflections of Ari

Singing With My Heart

Dust Bunny Club of North America

Aurora Walking Vacation

Ride Along With Me

Public Thoughts

Keeping the Weight OFF


UPDATE:  Some people don't have "other journals" listed (PAUL!), so I cheated and pulled links from comments. 

Monday, January 23, 2006

I stole this from Chuck

I stole this from my favorite egghead, cuz I love him like that.  He's adorable.  I am officially tagging my own self, because I am really that pathetic.

1.  Name four jobs that you've had.

Party Hostess - at Pistol Pete's Pizza all through high school.  Think Chuck E. Cheese without the scary puppets.  It was fun as heck and the uniform was cute.

Pizza Delivery Driver/Manager - for two years.  Sheer hell.  I'd tell you the name of the chain but I'd get sued.  It was horrible, and they treat their employees like crap.  I guess it didn't help that I was pregnant for the last 9 months of my stint there.  The worst tips I got were from rich people while extremely pregnant...the best tips I got were from poor people in the projects.  Go figure.  This is why I'm a notoriously good tipper - been there, done that.  Those people earn like $3-4 an hour and get a whopping 25 cents per delivery for fuel, wear and tear and insurance - cut them a break. <rant complete>

Residency Program Coordinator - I worked for a Dermatology Residency Program and loved it.  I miss my residents!!  I miss the thrill of match day!! It gave me an all new perspective on the human aspect of physicians.  They're not gods - not by a long shot.  They're a whole different breed, kinda like engineers. ::ducking::

Gas Station Attendant - Not fun.  Pity those people.  They work hard for lousy pay.  Be nice to them - I bet most of them have great stories to tell.  (I do!)

2.  Four Movies You'd Watch Over and Over

Twister.  I love Helen Hunt's hair in that movie, and her love interest...(what's his name??) sure looked good in them thar jeans.

Practical Magic.  I know its a chick flick, but I just love Sandra Bullock.  She's my choice to play me in my life story - gorgeous and great at slapstick.  (I'm a spaz)

My Neighbor Totoro.  I love cartoons, and I really love "animated features" by this particular Japanese director (Hayao Miyazaki).  Rent them all, even if you don't have children.  The animation is amazing.

Gone With The Wind.  Its a classic.  Shaddap.

3.  Four Places You Have Lived.

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Peralta (suburb of Albuqurque), and...oh yeah ALBUQUERQUE.  (Yes my life is pure boredom.  This is why I live vicariously through you people.)

4.  Four TV Shows You Love To Watch.

I hate TV.  It has to serve some purpose, or I'm not watching it.  That being said, I'm become fascinated with successful weight loss stories on Discovery Health, as well as their plastic surgery shows.  (Yeah I'm weird)  I also like Sponge Bob.  (told ya)  Oh, and I watch the news....and, I've recently become addicted to Related just because Em likes it.

5.  Four Places You've Been on Vacation.

Hopefully I can come up with four.  I'm a mom on a limited budget.

New Orleans (pre-hurricane) - absolutely beautiful city that I think I left my heart in.  I hope it can be rebuilt to pre-hurricane awesomeness.  Hopefully people won't forget that they still need help there.  And yes, I'm still going to live there someday, even if its only for a little while.

Carlsbad, NM - Go see the caverns if you're ever down my way.  Absolutely amazing stuff.

Victor, CO - spooky little ghost town that my Aunt Dodie owns a summer home in.  That's the first and last haunted house I ever plan to spend the night in.  (eek)

Chama, NM - rode the little narrow gauge train up there.  That was a hoot, but the food was expensive and not so good.

6.  Four Foods You Love To Eat.

Chiles Rellenos.  Come visit me and I'll treat you to a mouthful of heaven.  Whole green chiles, stuffed with cheese, batter dipped and fried, smothered with more chile (red or green) and more cheese.  The bomb diggity.

Warm Sopaipillas with Honey.  - enough said.

Neo Classico Paninni from Saggio's.  Roasted tomatoes, mozzarella, pesto sauce, focaccia bread.  Dayum.

Mom's spaghetti that she hasn't made in 16 years.  Yep, I still remember.

7.  Four Places You'd Rather Be Right Now.

Home.  I like it there.  I'm not in my house enough.

New Orleans.  Still miss it; don't care that it needs a little TLC right now.

Jemez Wilderness - sitting next to that waterfall on a warmer day.

Grandma's House, just because I miss it.


OKAY it is henceforth declared that whosoever reads this entry is hereinafter considered tagged with no further notice or action necessary on the part of the declaree.  Just do it, its fun.

Monday, January 16, 2006

There's a ghost in my bathroom.

For real.  I have no idea who, but they're there.

Four weeks ago I had a weird feeling about Alberto's jacket hanging in my foyer (in my bedroom) so I put it away.  Since then, someone very bratty has taken over my shower.  All my bathroom supplies (shampoo, conditioner, razor, soap, body wash, sponge and exfoliator) mysteriously fell from their respective spots in the shower onto the shower floor, all at once.  Thank goodness I was in the front of the house or I would have peed myself at all the noise all of the sudden.  It made me pucker a little as it was.

Now it seems the fun thing to do is to turn the water in the shower on just enough to wake me up around 2-3 AM.  Each night.  I wish he'd remember we were in a drought situation and I get fined for over usage.  Its just as easy to turn that darn water on during the day when I don't get so annoyed.  I crank those things tight before I get out of the shower each night, and for the past few nights the water's not only dripping, its ON.  The carpeting in front of the enclosure was soaked last night thanks to this little game.

My daughter was in my bedroom watching TV not too long ago and she felt someone sit next to her.  Half asleep at the time, she figured it was one of the little dogs and reached down to pet him/her and realized nothing was there.  I got a panicky call from the bathroom that day, too.

The bathroom's freezing too.  Not see-your-breath freezing, but its cold.  I wake up cold and feel like someone's there and I have to turn on Bugs Bunny or something to make the feeling go away.

So, mental note to the ghost in my bathroom:  There's kinder ways to be bratty that don't involve interrupting my cherished few hours of sleep.  Can't we pencil you in for say...7PM or something?

Any of y'all have spooks in your house?  I'm just not sure how to deal with this.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Purgables: Nervous Ticks, Weight Loss and Mice on Fire

My twitching....again.  Uncontrollably.  And I feel like EVERYONE can see it, because it feels to me like I'm having these petit mal seizures all day.  Its really plexing me.


Over the holidays I gained a little over 3 lbs and fell off the wagon with a thud.  :::THUD:::  I've discovered that I'm completely addicted to sugar.  Its very similar to an addict relapsing, with the profound difference being that addicts can stop using without dying.  I can't stop eating.  It started with a corner of a sugar cookie, and went completely downhill from there.  Sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, fudge, pies, and that yummy creamy cherry jello stuff.  I suppose that's fine for a day or two, but then I couldn't stop.  It just kept spiralling out of control until I hit my Weight Watchers meeting last week.  I went in to face the music, knowing it would snap me out of my stupidity, and it did.  I'm back on track - I lost 2.6 lbs this week -  and just need to lose .4 lbs to get back to where I was before my binge.

A small hiccup on the way, I suppose.  I've decided I'm going to try to reach my goal weight by August-September.  I'm determined.  I'm gonna do it this time.  I have to, because I threw out all my fat clothes.


This week's weird news once again gave everyone tangible proof that New Mexico indeed deserves its ranking as one of the stupidest states in the country with the tale of the burning mouse.  Yes, its a true story.  Yes, it happened here.  The story goes that a man, disgusted with his home's mouse infestation, purchased those icky mouse traps that consist of much sticky glue on a piece of cardboard.  The reason why those things are so horrible is because the mouse LIVES ON, and you have to either have the gutspa to kill the poor little thing or wait for it to starve to death.  Its not humane.  Anyway, apparently this man didn't think it through very well because he purchased one of those icky things and didn't realize the mouse would live once it got stuck to this thing.

So, he did what no one else would have ever thought of.  He took the poor creature outside, placed it on top of some other leaves and debris he was planning on burning (more proof he wasn't too bright - there is a HUGE ever-increasing fire danger that everyone and their mom has been discussing the past two months!!).  He lit the entire concoction on fire, without concern for the mouse, or the fire danger. 

Now let's ponder this for a moment, shall we?  A quarter inch or so of icky sticky glueish stuff stuck to a cardboard plate...when it heats up, it will MELT.  So, the poor little mouse is on fire and suddenly freed from his horrible inhumane trap when he does what any living thing on fire would do - he runs like mad.  Here's where karma kicks in.  He runs right into the man's house, catching it on fire, and destroying all the man's worldly possessions.

Only in New Mexico.

We've had mice before, and I know they're not pleasant, amazingly destructive and downright dangerous, but I still couldn't use those sticky pad things.  You keep your house clean, keep the grain for the horse far away from the house (that one's important), and you set traps.  I hate killing the poor little things, but if its between the poor little cute mouse and my daughter contracting the Hanta Virus...sorry little guy, you're history. 

I'd never light him on fire though. 


School starts up again on Tuesday and as usual I'm nowhere near ready.  I keep telling myself this is the last one.  The last semester.  Unless...

Unless I talk myself into graduate school.  A year and a half in the Executive MBA program.  Fridays and Saturdays for a year.

Still pondering that one.


Emily's birthday is Monday.  My baby's gonna be 15!  Makes me feel old....yeah Mr. Mortimer, I caved.  I got it.  You knew I would.

That's about it for now.  Have a wonderful ThursdayFridaySaturdaySunday until I can post again.


Monday, January 9, 2006

From the "Its a Small World Afterall" File...

A PSA courtesy of the editorial staff at The Daily Purge.

Something that made my heart beep today (as my little one says)...

Some of you may remember me dancing crazily upon hearing the news of passing my CCFP exam.  Well, as it turns out, my little blog is pretty Googlable.  I got a very nice e-mail from someone pretty high up on the CCFP food chain today, asking me for feedback on the credential and the exam process.  He found me, and this, via a Technorati search

Turns out, he's a real sweetheart (thank goodness) and had some great insight on the Atkins diet as well as weight loss in general.  As promised, I take back my "fad diet" designation for Dr. Atkins' original plan.  I still say its not real life, however.  He really was a joy to talk to, and he also helped me be not so embarassed about my little journal space.

Anyway, my point (and I do have one) is


...especially if you have a career you're working very hard to build.  A secondary point might be


You establish your journal, your baby, with a certain audience in mind (friends, family, friends of friends of friends), often forgetting that there's a big fat cyberspace world out there that's made exponentially smaller by things like Google and Technorati.  As hard as I try to separate my career from the other aspects of my life, its really pretty impossible.  Its all me.  I just have to be very careful and try to watch my very opinionated mouth a little.  (JUST A LITTLE!)  Hee.

PSA Concluded.  Have a beautiful day.

Friday, January 6, 2006

Tag I'm It-Five Things That Drive Me Crazy

Tag, I'm it.  My new friend NENA tagged me (thank you!  no one ever tags me!  sniff!!).  Object of the game:  Five things that drive me crazy.

1.    LIARS. 

Do not lie to me, or be fake with me, or try to soften the blow, or give me "white lies" (even though there's no such thing) or be anything other than completely honest at all times.  Do not try to protect my feelings, just tell me how it is.  Think of it this way - if you never lie, you'll never have to remember anything.  Liars have to have excellent memories as well as the sociopathic capability to completely disregard other peoples' feelings.  I can't STAND being lied to.  There is no justification.  Rant complete.


Yanno, they make those little organizers with form-fitting slots for a reason.  I absolutely hate opening my silverware drawer and finding absolute chaos in there.  My kids are famous for using the quick dump method when unloading the dishwasher.  Honestly, how long would it take to put them in the little slots???


Life is entirely too short.  Angry nasty people should be put on an island so they can be nasty by themselves, and stop polluting my aura.


For some reason they get bolder in cars.  Sometimes I wish I had heat seeking missile capabilities in mine to eliminate the planet of RMGNP and their aura polluting grouchiness.


If you don't love/want/like your kids...please let someone else out there do a better job, or better yet don't spawn to begin with.  There are tons of people out there that are just dying to love and nurture a child.  Let them do it.  I want to strangle people when I hear of little toddlers getting lost in WalMarts, or when I see a naked, barefoot baby playing near the street when its 35 degrees outside...take care of them, they're our angels sent from Heaven .


That's it!!  I swear that might have been a little hormone-induced.






Whoever else wants to play...


Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Nipple Acrage.

I shared this with Le already, but I felt the need to gross out the entire community.

Quote of the Moment:

There are 71.9 acres of nipple tissue in the United States.