i always want more...
* more peace
* more time for things i love to do
* more time with the people i love
* more laughter
* more pictures of the nieces & newphews
and i want less...
* war - anywhere
* hate
* poundage
* self-doubt
May your dreams come true this new year. Peace out & in.
Dec 31, 2005
Dec 30, 2005
so it's official...
Tuesday i go back to work.
Now seriously, i can't complain. i have no reason to.
But being off for 2 1/2 months....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I have enjoyed it...once i got over the initial trauma from back surgery. Time to do what i wanted, what i needed and the ability to do it without pain.
That, my friends, has made it worth while. Worth most of the hassle from trying to get disability straightened out (still isn't), the physical therapy (still haven't started...just got approved last Friday - and my last doctor's appointment was 12/5), and well, everything.
I can honestly say, for all my nightmares, fears & trepidation, the decision to have the surgery was the best i've ever done.
So, as we approach 2006 - my wish for you, Gentle Reader, is this:
* wise decisions
* happy days
* lots of love and laughter
But most of all - peace.
Peace out.
Now seriously, i can't complain. i have no reason to.
But being off for 2 1/2 months....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I have enjoyed it...once i got over the initial trauma from back surgery. Time to do what i wanted, what i needed and the ability to do it without pain.
That, my friends, has made it worth while. Worth most of the hassle from trying to get disability straightened out (still isn't), the physical therapy (still haven't started...just got approved last Friday - and my last doctor's appointment was 12/5), and well, everything.
I can honestly say, for all my nightmares, fears & trepidation, the decision to have the surgery was the best i've ever done.
So, as we approach 2006 - my wish for you, Gentle Reader, is this:
* wise decisions
* happy days
* lots of love and laughter
But most of all - peace.
Peace out.
Dec 27, 2005
if i'm begging for food -
how did i get so fat?
Subortinate. You can't help yourself. You are
probably a random stranger that came upon the
pack later on in your life. It took you long
enough to prove yourself to them. The pups beg
from you for food. You get hardly anything to
eat. You suck, basically. Get your act together
and rise above the subortinate position.
What kind of wolf are you?
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Subortinate. You can't help yourself. You are
probably a random stranger that came upon the
pack later on in your life. It took you long
enough to prove yourself to them. The pups beg
from you for food. You get hardly anything to
eat. You suck, basically. Get your act together
and rise above the subortinate position.
What kind of wolf are you?
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Dec 26, 2005
hmmmmm.....
just something to mull over, during these last waning days of '05.
personally, i love #5.
10 THOUGHTS FOR 2006
Number 10 - Life is sexually transmitted.
Number 9 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
Number 8 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
Number 7 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
Number 6 - Some people are like a Slinky...not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
Number 5 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Number 4 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
Number 3 - Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?
Number 2 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2006:We know exactly where one cow with mad-cow-disease is located among the millions of cows in America, but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.
personally, i love #5.
10 THOUGHTS FOR 2006
Number 10 - Life is sexually transmitted.
Number 9 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
Number 8 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
Number 7 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
Number 6 - Some people are like a Slinky...not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
Number 5 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Number 4 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
Number 3 - Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?
Number 2 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2006:We know exactly where one cow with mad-cow-disease is located among the millions of cows in America, but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.
how was your Christmas?
ours was quiet. nice & quiet. had my parents over for dinner last night..and it was, well, nice and quiet.
found this, and thought i would share....it's definitely something i'm going to work on for next year.
Somehow the command to love doesn't get through to us. We may confess that we lack a strong faith, but seldom do we admit that we are deficient in love. Perhaps we feel we're as loving as the next person, and maybe a little bit more.
After all, we're sensitive to the hurts of other people. Our hearts go out to battered wives and abused children when we read about them in the newspaper. We shift uneasily in front of our TVs when we see little children sobbing with hunger or sitting in silent despair beyond crying.
But deep inside we know that genuine caring reaches beyond feelings to action. Caring, like steam or electricity, isn't worth much unless something happens as a result of it. Love without deeds is useless, just as talent not demonstrated in creative ways is wasted. Both must be expressed or they are no better than a myth.
Because we can't do everything, we often don't do anything. If you want to be a loving person, don't start by taking on the needs of the whole world. Start with caring about one person and build from there.
You can't do everything, but you can do something. What you can do, you should do. Today, determine that in the power and grace of God you will do it. —Haddon Robinson
found this, and thought i would share....it's definitely something i'm going to work on for next year.
Somehow the command to love doesn't get through to us. We may confess that we lack a strong faith, but seldom do we admit that we are deficient in love. Perhaps we feel we're as loving as the next person, and maybe a little bit more.
After all, we're sensitive to the hurts of other people. Our hearts go out to battered wives and abused children when we read about them in the newspaper. We shift uneasily in front of our TVs when we see little children sobbing with hunger or sitting in silent despair beyond crying.
But deep inside we know that genuine caring reaches beyond feelings to action. Caring, like steam or electricity, isn't worth much unless something happens as a result of it. Love without deeds is useless, just as talent not demonstrated in creative ways is wasted. Both must be expressed or they are no better than a myth.
Because we can't do everything, we often don't do anything. If you want to be a loving person, don't start by taking on the needs of the whole world. Start with caring about one person and build from there.
You can't do everything, but you can do something. What you can do, you should do. Today, determine that in the power and grace of God you will do it. —Haddon Robinson
Dec 24, 2005
the Polar Express
unless you've been under a rock, i'm sure you've heard of the movie. computer animated, Tom Hanks in it, came out last year in theaters...
ever read the book?
i got hooked on it a few years ago. it was read aloud on a radio show i used to listen to, and after sobbing at the end of the book, i knew i had to own it.
OK, so we don't have kids of our own. so what?
this is not a children's book. this is a book of faith...regardless of what your faith is or isn't.
here's the synopsis for you rock people:
one night, a young boy is still awake on Christmas eve, waiting to hear Santa's sleigh. what he does hear, is the whistle of a train that is suddenly outside his house.
a train waiting to take him on a magical journey to the North Pole...the Polar Express.
once aboard the train, he finds it filled with kids from all around the world, all excited beyond words to see the real North Pole...and Santa. for Santa will choose one of them to receive the first gift of Christmas.
when they arrive at the North Pole, they are greeted by all of the elves gathered in the center of town for Santa's grand entrance and eventual departure on his rounds. when Santa appears to a deafening roar from the crowd, our hero is chosen by Santa to receive the first gift of Christmas.
what do you think he chose?
the boy could have any gift he wanted. any toy in the world. but instead, he asked for one simple thing.
a silver bell from Santa's sleigh.
when the boy asked Santa, Santa smiled and hugged the boy. then he asks one of the elves to cut a bell from a reindeer's harness. the elf does so, tosses it up to Santa who holds the bell high above him & calls out, "the first gift of Christmas!"
a clock strikes midnight as Santa handed the bell to the boy, who puts the bell in his robe pocket. then, as quick as a wink, Santa and the reindeer are off on their rounds.
the children file back onto the Polar Express, and surrounding the boy, ask to see the bell. he reaches in his pocket...but only finds a hole. the bell is gone.
the train arrives at the boy's home. as he waves good bye to the train, the conductor says to the boy...
"Merry Christmas."
the next morning, the boy & his sister had opened their gifts when a small present is found behind the tree...when the boy opens it, he finds the bell...and a note:
"Found this on the seat of my sleigh. Fix that hole in your pocket." signed, "Mr. C"
the boy shakes the bell and it makes the most beautiful sound he or his sister had ever heard. but his mother says "oh, that's too bad...it's broken."
his parents had not heard a sound.
at one time, the boy's friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. even one year, his sister found she could not hear its sweet sound. and, the boy said, even though he had grown old, the bell still rings for him, as it does for all who truly believe.
i can still hear the bell. i still believe.
may you still hear the sweet sound of the bell.
peace.
ever read the book?
i got hooked on it a few years ago. it was read aloud on a radio show i used to listen to, and after sobbing at the end of the book, i knew i had to own it.
OK, so we don't have kids of our own. so what?
this is not a children's book. this is a book of faith...regardless of what your faith is or isn't.
here's the synopsis for you rock people:
one night, a young boy is still awake on Christmas eve, waiting to hear Santa's sleigh. what he does hear, is the whistle of a train that is suddenly outside his house.
a train waiting to take him on a magical journey to the North Pole...the Polar Express.
once aboard the train, he finds it filled with kids from all around the world, all excited beyond words to see the real North Pole...and Santa. for Santa will choose one of them to receive the first gift of Christmas.
when they arrive at the North Pole, they are greeted by all of the elves gathered in the center of town for Santa's grand entrance and eventual departure on his rounds. when Santa appears to a deafening roar from the crowd, our hero is chosen by Santa to receive the first gift of Christmas.
what do you think he chose?
the boy could have any gift he wanted. any toy in the world. but instead, he asked for one simple thing.
a silver bell from Santa's sleigh.
when the boy asked Santa, Santa smiled and hugged the boy. then he asks one of the elves to cut a bell from a reindeer's harness. the elf does so, tosses it up to Santa who holds the bell high above him & calls out, "the first gift of Christmas!"
a clock strikes midnight as Santa handed the bell to the boy, who puts the bell in his robe pocket. then, as quick as a wink, Santa and the reindeer are off on their rounds.
the children file back onto the Polar Express, and surrounding the boy, ask to see the bell. he reaches in his pocket...but only finds a hole. the bell is gone.
the train arrives at the boy's home. as he waves good bye to the train, the conductor says to the boy...
"Merry Christmas."
the next morning, the boy & his sister had opened their gifts when a small present is found behind the tree...when the boy opens it, he finds the bell...and a note:
"Found this on the seat of my sleigh. Fix that hole in your pocket." signed, "Mr. C"
the boy shakes the bell and it makes the most beautiful sound he or his sister had ever heard. but his mother says "oh, that's too bad...it's broken."
his parents had not heard a sound.
at one time, the boy's friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. even one year, his sister found she could not hear its sweet sound. and, the boy said, even though he had grown old, the bell still rings for him, as it does for all who truly believe.
i can still hear the bell. i still believe.
may you still hear the sweet sound of the bell.
peace.
what's totally cool...in no particular order....
Starbuck's peppermint mocha Frappachino
maid service (don't have it, but bloody wish i did)
scrapping
Brendan
reading blogs
Spike TV's marathon of James Bond movies for the next week. love Bond flicks.
picking up my already cooked Christmas dinner from Knott's Berry Farm
waiting in my truck for my already cooked Christmas dinner, drinking my Starbucks & talking to my best girlfriend ever
the fact that it's Christmas eve morning and the knowledge that i'm done
NORAD tracking Santa
i love that, especially.
so we don't have kids. doesn't matter, i love going online each year to track Santa. as of a few minutes ago, he was over the Taj Mahal.
i just think it's so cool, that, because of a phone number typo in a Sears ad which caused phone calls to Santa to be routed to NORAD instead, they started tracking Santa. I think it's cool that the commaning officer, who easily could have hung up on these kids calling for Santa, took the time to talk to them and had his men field the calls & let these kids know what was going on with Santa.
and a tradition was born.
so here i am, a 43 year old with no kids, excited to check out the NORAD website to see where St. Nick is now. so cool.
it reassures me that, in spite of the horrors of this world, there is still some magic out there.
sometimes, you just need to track Santa to find it.
Merry Christmas eve.
maid service (don't have it, but bloody wish i did)
scrapping
Brendan
reading blogs
Spike TV's marathon of James Bond movies for the next week. love Bond flicks.
picking up my already cooked Christmas dinner from Knott's Berry Farm
waiting in my truck for my already cooked Christmas dinner, drinking my Starbucks & talking to my best girlfriend ever
the fact that it's Christmas eve morning and the knowledge that i'm done
NORAD tracking Santa
i love that, especially.
so we don't have kids. doesn't matter, i love going online each year to track Santa. as of a few minutes ago, he was over the Taj Mahal.
i just think it's so cool, that, because of a phone number typo in a Sears ad which caused phone calls to Santa to be routed to NORAD instead, they started tracking Santa. I think it's cool that the commaning officer, who easily could have hung up on these kids calling for Santa, took the time to talk to them and had his men field the calls & let these kids know what was going on with Santa.
and a tradition was born.
so here i am, a 43 year old with no kids, excited to check out the NORAD website to see where St. Nick is now. so cool.
it reassures me that, in spite of the horrors of this world, there is still some magic out there.
sometimes, you just need to track Santa to find it.
Merry Christmas eve.
Dec 23, 2005
Wrapping like a fool....
Twos the night before the night before
and all through the flat
the only one stirring was
the chick in a Santa hat.
Wrapping gifts & goodies
for those we hold dear
and it's so late to realize
the Day's almost here.
When what to my wondering
eye should appear
- no more Christmas paper
only flowered ones here.
'O crap, o crud, o son of a smootch!"
i bellowed & blustered to only the cat
'no more paper to wrap
my dear mother's brooch!'
I have no intention
to go out to the store
for that would be suicide
and i'd like to live more.
So i'll wrap them in paper
of pink & purple blooms
it'll be quite festive
as they sit in the room.
Then i'll hear them exclaim
as i drive out of sight,
'your gifts were quite nice
but you wrap like a fright!'
not enough apologies in the world for Clement Moore.
may your paper never short. Happy day before the day before.
and all through the flat
the only one stirring was
the chick in a Santa hat.
Wrapping gifts & goodies
for those we hold dear
and it's so late to realize
the Day's almost here.
When what to my wondering
eye should appear
- no more Christmas paper
only flowered ones here.
'O crap, o crud, o son of a smootch!"
i bellowed & blustered to only the cat
'no more paper to wrap
my dear mother's brooch!'
I have no intention
to go out to the store
for that would be suicide
and i'd like to live more.
So i'll wrap them in paper
of pink & purple blooms
it'll be quite festive
as they sit in the room.
Then i'll hear them exclaim
as i drive out of sight,
'your gifts were quite nice
but you wrap like a fright!'
not enough apologies in the world for Clement Moore.
may your paper never short. Happy day before the day before.
Dec 22, 2005
droppin' a dime on the neighbor...
and well you might wonder why.
we live in a pretty good complex. the occasional rowdy party but for the most part, OK.
until i woke up just before 3 a.m. to not only a stereo on sooooooooooo loud, that glass was vibrating, AND a TV on super loud, too.
turns out it was our downstairs neighbor. who's 65 years old.
so i went down. pounded on the door.
(hmmm. wonder why he can't hear me.)
so, i called the police. hate, hate, HATE doing that. feel like a squealer.
not to mention the fact that he's a nice man. but bloody hell. it's 3 o'clock in the morning.
but...what if he's, to quote a favorite commercial, "fallen & he can't get up?"
so i called the local police...non-emergency line only, folks.
few minutes later, i hear a knock on his door. twice. then the pounding.
stereo went off, then the tv.
i will say this, he has an eceletic taste in music. playing Christmas carols, then the BeeGees, then Outkast.
it's back on. albeit not as loud as before. but bloody hell.
bloody hell.
perhaps i need the cast from Riverdance upstairs in retaliation.
it's gonna be a long ol' night.
we live in a pretty good complex. the occasional rowdy party but for the most part, OK.
until i woke up just before 3 a.m. to not only a stereo on sooooooooooo loud, that glass was vibrating, AND a TV on super loud, too.
turns out it was our downstairs neighbor. who's 65 years old.
so i went down. pounded on the door.
(hmmm. wonder why he can't hear me.)
so, i called the police. hate, hate, HATE doing that. feel like a squealer.
not to mention the fact that he's a nice man. but bloody hell. it's 3 o'clock in the morning.
but...what if he's, to quote a favorite commercial, "fallen & he can't get up?"
so i called the local police...non-emergency line only, folks.
few minutes later, i hear a knock on his door. twice. then the pounding.
stereo went off, then the tv.
i will say this, he has an eceletic taste in music. playing Christmas carols, then the BeeGees, then Outkast.
it's back on. albeit not as loud as before. but bloody hell.
bloody hell.
perhaps i need the cast from Riverdance upstairs in retaliation.
it's gonna be a long ol' night.
Dec 20, 2005
but it's a GOOD tired.
yeah, really.
now after the Melissa Huff story, i feel ashamed to complain about being tired.
so i won't.
i had a sudden surge of Christmas spirit. i made gifts for B's work. i made dream bars (a lovely concoction of graham cracker crumbs, sweetened condensed milk, chocolate chips, coconut & nuts - drop me a note if you'd like the recipe). i made fudge (only after i found i was missing an ingredient & had to haul butt to the store). i made pumpkin bread. i started to make caramel corn, but i burned it, so i said tohellwidit. maybe later.
i also printed some new pictures from Don & Maureen's visit yesterday @ Seal Beach. we met them for lunch @ Ruby's, then Maureen & i played with the kids on the beach, and in the surf. i even sang to Erin (who's turning three this February) - "I Love You A Bushel & a Peck". the minute i finished, she put her hands over her ears & said "don't sing Aunt Balerie."
guess she knows talent when she hears it. and she didn't hear it. smart kid.
i am blessed beyond measure. i may not feel like decorating, but believe me -
it's Christmas in my heart.
peace on earth.
now after the Melissa Huff story, i feel ashamed to complain about being tired.
so i won't.
i had a sudden surge of Christmas spirit. i made gifts for B's work. i made dream bars (a lovely concoction of graham cracker crumbs, sweetened condensed milk, chocolate chips, coconut & nuts - drop me a note if you'd like the recipe). i made fudge (only after i found i was missing an ingredient & had to haul butt to the store). i made pumpkin bread. i started to make caramel corn, but i burned it, so i said tohellwidit. maybe later.
i also printed some new pictures from Don & Maureen's visit yesterday @ Seal Beach. we met them for lunch @ Ruby's, then Maureen & i played with the kids on the beach, and in the surf. i even sang to Erin (who's turning three this February) - "I Love You A Bushel & a Peck". the minute i finished, she put her hands over her ears & said "don't sing Aunt Balerie."
guess she knows talent when she hears it. and she didn't hear it. smart kid.
i am blessed beyond measure. i may not feel like decorating, but believe me -
it's Christmas in my heart.
peace on earth.
people suck.
i'm watching an article on the news about a family in Arcadia here in So. Cal.
Melissa Huff is 16 - she lost one of her legs in a car wreck.
just recently, some SOB stole her prosthetic leg.
no, i'm not kidding. it's right up there with the shmucks that stole a scooter chair from a woman with MS here in Long Beach.
well, then, probably the same bastards broke into the Huff's house.
they stole their Christmas gifts.
oh and trashed their house, too.
y'know, compared to these bastards, the Grinch is a freakin' angel.
if you feel led to help, here's info i got off the Fox11 website:
If you would like to help the family of Melissa Huff...the young girl who's prosthetic leg was stolen weeks ago and now their Christmas presents have been stolen you can make donations to:
The Family of Melissa Huff C/CDewitt, Algorri & Algorri25 East Union StreetPasadena, CA 91103(626) 568-4000
i say we show them that we cannot & will not let the bastards win.
Melissa Huff is 16 - she lost one of her legs in a car wreck.
just recently, some SOB stole her prosthetic leg.
no, i'm not kidding. it's right up there with the shmucks that stole a scooter chair from a woman with MS here in Long Beach.
well, then, probably the same bastards broke into the Huff's house.
they stole their Christmas gifts.
oh and trashed their house, too.
y'know, compared to these bastards, the Grinch is a freakin' angel.
if you feel led to help, here's info i got off the Fox11 website:
If you would like to help the family of Melissa Huff...the young girl who's prosthetic leg was stolen weeks ago and now their Christmas presents have been stolen you can make donations to:
The Family of Melissa Huff C/CDewitt, Algorri & Algorri25 East Union StreetPasadena, CA 91103(626) 568-4000
i say we show them that we cannot & will not let the bastards win.
tag-a-rama for the blog-a-rama...
i got tagged by Cyn.
this tag looks like a fun one....so watch out. you may be next!! :o)
The rules for this particular tagging are as follows:Remove the blog name in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add yourself to the bottom slot.
1. Beth
2. Deanna (View of Life)
3. A Scrap of Life (Annette)
4. i am a coconut (Cynthia)
5.Random Thoughts (valerie)
Then you get to select five people to pass the love on to.
1. Becky
2. doodlebugmom
3. Tracey
4. Loni
5. Doug
Now, on to the questions!
What were you doing 10 years ago?
i started dating that Man o' Mine...let's hear it for new love!
What were you doing one year ago?
deciding if i wanted back surgery...best decision i ever made!!
Five snacks you enjoy:
1. fudge
2. Haagan Daas vanilla ice cream with LOTS of hot fudge
3. mexican brownies
4. chips with homemade onion dip
5. Disneyland's chocolate chip cheesecake
3 songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1. Rainbow Connection - yes, by Kermit the Frog
2. Standing Outside the Fire - Garth Brooks (yum, yum, yum. Tricia is a lucky girl)
3. Puppy Love (or pretty much anything in the Donny Osmond library)
4. Popular - from the "Wicked"soundtrack...still working on the others
5. I Feel Lucky - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1. Quit my job!!
2. Buy a home near the ocean.
3. Pay off the parents' home.
4. Pay off all our debts.
5. Travel all over the world. (me, too, cyn; me too)
Five bad habits:
1. Not exercising. Period. (that will change in '06)
2. Not eating better.
3. Not vaccuming. (after i win the lotto, there will be Merry Maids in our new home)
4. Putting off things.
5. Collecting scrapbook stuff instead of using them.
Five things you like doing:
1. Scrapbooking.
2. Reading.
3. Reading.
4. going to Disneyland with my husband.
5. Watching really cool or funny commercials. (did you not know i'm a wacko?!)
Five things you would never wear, buy, or get new again:
1. Ditto jeans.
2. Gouchos.
3. Socks with toes in them.
4. Wear pink, yellow & purple eyeshadow together (hey - it WAS the 80's).
5. Earth Shoes. (i am sooooooooooooooo old)
Five favorite toys:
1. my Canon Powershot
2. Brendan (wink, nudge).
3. my cd player (portable, in the car, wherever)
4. our laptop.
5. Post-Its photo paper.
next!
this tag looks like a fun one....so watch out. you may be next!! :o)
The rules for this particular tagging are as follows:Remove the blog name in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add yourself to the bottom slot.
1. Beth
2. Deanna (View of Life)
3. A Scrap of Life (Annette)
4. i am a coconut (Cynthia)
5.Random Thoughts (valerie)
Then you get to select five people to pass the love on to.
1. Becky
2. doodlebugmom
3. Tracey
4. Loni
5. Doug
Now, on to the questions!
What were you doing 10 years ago?
i started dating that Man o' Mine...let's hear it for new love!
What were you doing one year ago?
deciding if i wanted back surgery...best decision i ever made!!
Five snacks you enjoy:
1. fudge
2. Haagan Daas vanilla ice cream with LOTS of hot fudge
3. mexican brownies
4. chips with homemade onion dip
5. Disneyland's chocolate chip cheesecake
3 songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1. Rainbow Connection - yes, by Kermit the Frog
2. Standing Outside the Fire - Garth Brooks (yum, yum, yum. Tricia is a lucky girl)
3. Puppy Love (or pretty much anything in the Donny Osmond library)
4. Popular - from the "Wicked"soundtrack...still working on the others
5. I Feel Lucky - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1. Quit my job!!
2. Buy a home near the ocean.
3. Pay off the parents' home.
4. Pay off all our debts.
5. Travel all over the world. (me, too, cyn; me too)
Five bad habits:
1. Not exercising. Period. (that will change in '06)
2. Not eating better.
3. Not vaccuming. (after i win the lotto, there will be Merry Maids in our new home)
4. Putting off things.
5. Collecting scrapbook stuff instead of using them.
Five things you like doing:
1. Scrapbooking.
2. Reading.
3. Reading.
4. going to Disneyland with my husband.
5. Watching really cool or funny commercials. (did you not know i'm a wacko?!)
Five things you would never wear, buy, or get new again:
1. Ditto jeans.
2. Gouchos.
3. Socks with toes in them.
4. Wear pink, yellow & purple eyeshadow together (hey - it WAS the 80's).
5. Earth Shoes. (i am sooooooooooooooo old)
Five favorite toys:
1. my Canon Powershot
2. Brendan (wink, nudge).
3. my cd player (portable, in the car, wherever)
4. our laptop.
5. Post-Its photo paper.
next!
Dec 19, 2005
weird stuff going on here....
no soapboxing. relax.
B went to bed early tonight. he's getting up @ 3 a.m. to go to a Christmas party for his old department. thrilled beyond belief, he is, that they invited him. he held firm to the conviction that they didn't like him. fooled you!
so, i'm watching the news. here in LA, an overseas flight (not sure from where) made a emergency landing...looks like there were tire troubles, multiple tire blowouts on takeoff.
now i'm hearing weird-ass noises.
most likely just the place settling. y'know. creaking. thumping. just weird. not normal.
but then when Elvis stops & looks over my shoulder...like someone's there.
stop, stop, stop. i HATE when you do that, cat.
hey. i am not about to turn around. if Freddy or Michael or whoever is back there, believe me, i do NOT want to see him before he dispatches me.
weird. hate that stuff.
think i'll run to bed like a little sissy girl & snuggle with my boys...the small furry one & the big snoring one.
peace. oh, and a silent night, too.
B went to bed early tonight. he's getting up @ 3 a.m. to go to a Christmas party for his old department. thrilled beyond belief, he is, that they invited him. he held firm to the conviction that they didn't like him. fooled you!
so, i'm watching the news. here in LA, an overseas flight (not sure from where) made a emergency landing...looks like there were tire troubles, multiple tire blowouts on takeoff.
now i'm hearing weird-ass noises.
most likely just the place settling. y'know. creaking. thumping. just weird. not normal.
but then when Elvis stops & looks over my shoulder...like someone's there.
stop, stop, stop. i HATE when you do that, cat.
hey. i am not about to turn around. if Freddy or Michael or whoever is back there, believe me, i do NOT want to see him before he dispatches me.
weird. hate that stuff.
think i'll run to bed like a little sissy girl & snuggle with my boys...the small furry one & the big snoring one.
peace. oh, and a silent night, too.
meanwhile, at the CKMB....
there's a lot of times i HATE being a girl.
besides that time.
B says i have too many guy genes in me. i hate shopping (i want to go in, club the sweater and drag it back to my cave. cannot stand picking out, trying on, etc). i cannot stand the snide horrible way girls talk about other girls. i like talking to guys too much; they talk sense.
sense. and none of this is making any.
this is ridiculous. these women acting like hens.
i thought we lived in a country where free speech was tolerated. apparently it's only tolerated if the majority agrees with you. or if they liked you.
i guess it doesn't matter, in the Grand Scheme of Things.
but they don't deserve to win.
peace. especially to the message board.
besides that time.
B says i have too many guy genes in me. i hate shopping (i want to go in, club the sweater and drag it back to my cave. cannot stand picking out, trying on, etc). i cannot stand the snide horrible way girls talk about other girls. i like talking to guys too much; they talk sense.
sense. and none of this is making any.
this is ridiculous. these women acting like hens.
i thought we lived in a country where free speech was tolerated. apparently it's only tolerated if the majority agrees with you. or if they liked you.
i guess it doesn't matter, in the Grand Scheme of Things.
but they don't deserve to win.
peace. especially to the message board.
Dec 18, 2005
for those that asked...
nope, sorry. no dishwasher repair update. i wouldn't be surprised if a repairman wasn't called until after the New Year.
which brings us to today's Moral Question:
would it be wrong to serve Chrismas dinner on paper plates?
just a thought.
tis' the season.
which brings us to today's Moral Question:
would it be wrong to serve Chrismas dinner on paper plates?
just a thought.
tis' the season.
Bah! Humbug!
now before you start with the nasty comments, let's get this straight:
i really do love Christmas.
it's a peaceful season. a season of joy.
a season of lights.
a season for me to work my bloody ass off.
there's cards to be made (or bought), signed & addressed.
presents to be planned, bought & wrapped.
holiday meals to be planned and cooked. then dishes to be washed.
boxes prepared & mailed to those not near.
nothing new, i know. this has been going on for years.
but i really feel like i'm on my own. all B has to do is buy my stuff.
all this hoopla sucks the joy out of my season. i don't want to celebrate, i just want it to be over.
or, i want a wife.
anyone else want to get on board?
i really do love Christmas.
it's a peaceful season. a season of joy.
a season of lights.
a season for me to work my bloody ass off.
there's cards to be made (or bought), signed & addressed.
presents to be planned, bought & wrapped.
holiday meals to be planned and cooked. then dishes to be washed.
boxes prepared & mailed to those not near.
nothing new, i know. this has been going on for years.
but i really feel like i'm on my own. all B has to do is buy my stuff.
all this hoopla sucks the joy out of my season. i don't want to celebrate, i just want it to be over.
or, i want a wife.
anyone else want to get on board?
Dec 15, 2005
appliance update...
for those of you that i'm sure were waiting with bated breath.
the plumber actually came today.
and guess what? he doesn't fix dishwashers.
dishwasher drainage is an appliance problem, not a plumbing problem (which i somewhat suspected).
swell.
i'm lazy. i'm washing dishes by hand and i don't like it.
stay tuned...
in other news....
heard in the news about the "Lucky 7" here in the O.C.? they won the big Mega Million jackpot. $315 million.
thatsa lotsa moolah.
well, now there's a guy who says he's played lotto with this group before, but he was off work the day they bought their lucky ticket. so, of course, this guy is suing for a piece of the action.
according to the L7's, he hasn't played with them in over a year. and if he wasn't there at work the day they bought the ticket, well, to quote one of the winners "that's the way the cookies crumble."
kinda havta agree. unless you have a standing agreement with your lotto group, if you snooze, you lose.
but i'd sure be kicking myself in the bum for the next 40 years if i missed an opportunity like $315 million.
the plumber actually came today.
and guess what? he doesn't fix dishwashers.
dishwasher drainage is an appliance problem, not a plumbing problem (which i somewhat suspected).
swell.
i'm lazy. i'm washing dishes by hand and i don't like it.
stay tuned...
in other news....
heard in the news about the "Lucky 7" here in the O.C.? they won the big Mega Million jackpot. $315 million.
thatsa lotsa moolah.
well, now there's a guy who says he's played lotto with this group before, but he was off work the day they bought their lucky ticket. so, of course, this guy is suing for a piece of the action.
according to the L7's, he hasn't played with them in over a year. and if he wasn't there at work the day they bought the ticket, well, to quote one of the winners "that's the way the cookies crumble."
kinda havta agree. unless you have a standing agreement with your lotto group, if you snooze, you lose.
but i'd sure be kicking myself in the bum for the next 40 years if i missed an opportunity like $315 million.
Dec 14, 2005
tis' the season to lose your mind....
i mean, really.
was Ebenezer Scrooge so wrong?
maligned...misunderstood...misjudged...miss congeniality.
sorry. had to do that one.
i so love Christmas. the feeling the season brings...that there really could be peace on earth & goodwill to all.
the lights.
the sounds.
the music.
the shopping.
oh merciful heaven, deliver me from shopping.
it sucks. it blows. it's enough to drive even the most stout-hearted amonst us mad.
so if i had a chance, i wouldn't do it. well, except for shopping for the kids in our lives.
that's what puts it in to perspective for me. it's what i try to remember while i'm working on that bald spot in the back of my head, and the twitch in my eye gets worse.
tis the season. bah, humbug.
on to other news....
* the dishwasher is STILL broken with no word on when it will get fixed.
* i bought some paint cans & am playing with altering them.
* rented "Mr & Mrs Smith" love, love, LOVE this movie. say what you will about the whole Brad/Angelina/Jennifer trinity, this movie is fall-down funny. Angelina's character is soooo much smarter than Brad's, and that drives Brad's character absolutly bonkers.
B & i saw it in the theater (an unsusal move for us...both our work schedules makes that rather prohibitive) and laughed our asses off, while they stayed firmly planted on the edge of our tacky theater seats.
"you still alive, baby?"
only ten more shopping days. bah, humbug.
was Ebenezer Scrooge so wrong?
maligned...misunderstood...misjudged...miss congeniality.
sorry. had to do that one.
i so love Christmas. the feeling the season brings...that there really could be peace on earth & goodwill to all.
the lights.
the sounds.
the music.
the shopping.
oh merciful heaven, deliver me from shopping.
it sucks. it blows. it's enough to drive even the most stout-hearted amonst us mad.
so if i had a chance, i wouldn't do it. well, except for shopping for the kids in our lives.
that's what puts it in to perspective for me. it's what i try to remember while i'm working on that bald spot in the back of my head, and the twitch in my eye gets worse.
tis the season. bah, humbug.
on to other news....
* the dishwasher is STILL broken with no word on when it will get fixed.
* i bought some paint cans & am playing with altering them.
* rented "Mr & Mrs Smith" love, love, LOVE this movie. say what you will about the whole Brad/Angelina/Jennifer trinity, this movie is fall-down funny. Angelina's character is soooo much smarter than Brad's, and that drives Brad's character absolutly bonkers.
B & i saw it in the theater (an unsusal move for us...both our work schedules makes that rather prohibitive) and laughed our asses off, while they stayed firmly planted on the edge of our tacky theater seats.
"you still alive, baby?"
only ten more shopping days. bah, humbug.
Dec 13, 2005
mechanical fun...
absolutely LOVE mechanics.
no, not the repairers, the actual inner-workings of all things mechanical.
y'know...cars that need fixing...(which mine doesn't, knock wood)
...lights that burn out...
...dishwashers that flood the kitchen....
...stopped up - wait.
go back to that third one.
dishwashers that flood the kitchen.
that was us last night.
dinner was done. dishes brought in to kitchen when i saw a BOATLOAD of foam on the floor, and a nice waterfall spewing from the bottom of our dishwasher.
there was a string of profanties from me (well, OK, just one, but it was the BIG ONE). and a request for towels (the mop just wasn't cutting it). once everything was dried up, and the water bailed out of the bottom of the dishwasher, B tried to see what was going on with it.
apparently something is clogging the drain. so today, we call the assistant manager.
ah, the joy of apartment living.
well, actually, i don't have a problem with that. i LOVE the fact that if something breaks down, it's someone else's problem to fix, not mine.
however...
at my complex, it's, well...complex.
the actual managers don't actually live here. it's a married couple, a little younger than us, but live up in northern California, where she either manages or owns a fitness center. so, the assistant managers (who by all accounts are the real managers) are in charge.
here's where it gets bizarre.
the assistant managers are an older couple. she was always doing everything. sweeping, handling problems, working her ass off. seriously. he sat on his ass. rumor has it that by noon, he was smashed. he always called B "babe."
whatever.
she passed away last month. hadn't been well for about a year. she was a good person, not only for working, but in her soul.
not much to say about him.
but today, we'll try to get ahold of him before he's too snockered.
i don't need another flood.
no, not the repairers, the actual inner-workings of all things mechanical.
y'know...cars that need fixing...(which mine doesn't, knock wood)
...lights that burn out...
...dishwashers that flood the kitchen....
...stopped up - wait.
go back to that third one.
dishwashers that flood the kitchen.
that was us last night.
dinner was done. dishes brought in to kitchen when i saw a BOATLOAD of foam on the floor, and a nice waterfall spewing from the bottom of our dishwasher.
there was a string of profanties from me (well, OK, just one, but it was the BIG ONE). and a request for towels (the mop just wasn't cutting it). once everything was dried up, and the water bailed out of the bottom of the dishwasher, B tried to see what was going on with it.
apparently something is clogging the drain. so today, we call the assistant manager.
ah, the joy of apartment living.
well, actually, i don't have a problem with that. i LOVE the fact that if something breaks down, it's someone else's problem to fix, not mine.
however...
at my complex, it's, well...complex.
the actual managers don't actually live here. it's a married couple, a little younger than us, but live up in northern California, where she either manages or owns a fitness center. so, the assistant managers (who by all accounts are the real managers) are in charge.
here's where it gets bizarre.
the assistant managers are an older couple. she was always doing everything. sweeping, handling problems, working her ass off. seriously. he sat on his ass. rumor has it that by noon, he was smashed. he always called B "babe."
whatever.
she passed away last month. hadn't been well for about a year. she was a good person, not only for working, but in her soul.
not much to say about him.
but today, we'll try to get ahold of him before he's too snockered.
i don't need another flood.
Dec 10, 2005
steppin' out of my comfort zone...
one thing i will miss, when i go back to work, is being able to craft as long as i want.
such a chick thing. usually not in my makeup.
but i'm loving it.
made the box for everyone in my workgroup, embossed in front, tied with ribbon, made lightbulbs from Sizzix...filled 'em with candy.
the tag is also from Sizzix, paper pieced a snowman together, attached to a tag cut from tagboard, painted & even though you can't see it, sanded the edges for a distressed look. this is for the Sizzix Masterpiece contest. this is SO out of my comfort zone, entering a contest.
lastly, made some gift card holders. some for me, some for my mom.
not shown, but still big on my mind...i've entered Scrapworks' design team contest.
not sure why (ego, probably), but lately i've been feeling that what i've been doing is as good as what i've seen in CK or SS magazines.
i know this doesn't matter to many, but i'm just so damn proud of myself. stepping out of my comfort zone is pretty bloody big. especially for me.
of course, it would be soooooooooooooooo cool if i did win any of them. of course, i know the chances are probably not in my favor.
but i'll never know unless i try. and it's true that i could fail. but it's better to love & lost than never to have loved at all, right?
i'll keep you posted.
too many people, but it's OK...
WAY too many people at my Favorite Place on Earth...it was wall-to-wall people & they eventually closed the Park for a while.
doesn't matter. i love these two kids. J was our flower girl, her brother, C, was only seven months old when we got married.
it's not ego when i say, they love me, too.
i thank God for them in our lives. i thank God that Kristie shares them with us.
Dec 9, 2005
WHAT is WRONG with ME?!
i have done nothing but sleep all day.
seriously.
i woke up about 7:30 this a.m....turned on the news...
and fell asleep.
woke up about 9-ish....
fell asleep again.
B came home from the Friday a.m. meeting @ his work. we had lunch. he left to head to work.
fell asleep again.
woke up about an hour ago.
i don't feel sick. just tired.
completely wiped out.
but for some reason, i want steak.
"eat beef, eat beef, eat a big ol' steer..."
need to recover...and quick.
maybe this is God's way of having me rest up before the big Disneyland day.
time for a nap.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
seriously.
i woke up about 7:30 this a.m....turned on the news...
and fell asleep.
woke up about 9-ish....
fell asleep again.
B came home from the Friday a.m. meeting @ his work. we had lunch. he left to head to work.
fell asleep again.
woke up about an hour ago.
i don't feel sick. just tired.
completely wiped out.
but for some reason, i want steak.
"eat beef, eat beef, eat a big ol' steer..."
need to recover...and quick.
maybe this is God's way of having me rest up before the big Disneyland day.
time for a nap.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Dec 8, 2005
the three f's
not those f words.
others.
found this on Cyn's page...a friend reminded her of the three F's: friends, family, faith.
it reminded me, too.
sometimes, well - most of the time, especially during this time of year, i feel completely alone.
doesn't everyone at some point?
but i feel like i'm the only one who can possibly shop for presents, for food, for whatever. to be the only one who can coordinate family get-togethers, wrap, decorate, etc.
the only one who can either make or buy Christmas cards, sign, address, buy stamps, take to the Post Office...
you get the idea. i'm sure you've felt the same way.
friends, family, faith.
so what can pull it all together? well, how about this.
A Charlie Brown Christmas. remember? ol' CB was wondering if there was anyone who could tell him what Christmas is really all about. then Linus recited the passage from Luke...
"...and behold, there was suddenly a Heavenly Host in the heavens, praising God and saying
'Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth; peace - good will towards men.' " Then Linus turns to Charlie Brown & says, simply:
"That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."
perspective. that's what i need.
it doesn't matter to me if you celebrate Christmas, or Hanukkah, or nothing.
whatever and however you celebrate, what matters is that you have to realize that there's something bigger than you.
tis' the Season. celebrate.
peace.
others.
found this on Cyn's page...a friend reminded her of the three F's: friends, family, faith.
it reminded me, too.
sometimes, well - most of the time, especially during this time of year, i feel completely alone.
doesn't everyone at some point?
but i feel like i'm the only one who can possibly shop for presents, for food, for whatever. to be the only one who can coordinate family get-togethers, wrap, decorate, etc.
the only one who can either make or buy Christmas cards, sign, address, buy stamps, take to the Post Office...
you get the idea. i'm sure you've felt the same way.
friends, family, faith.
so what can pull it all together? well, how about this.
A Charlie Brown Christmas. remember? ol' CB was wondering if there was anyone who could tell him what Christmas is really all about. then Linus recited the passage from Luke...
"...and behold, there was suddenly a Heavenly Host in the heavens, praising God and saying
'Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth; peace - good will towards men.' " Then Linus turns to Charlie Brown & says, simply:
"That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."
perspective. that's what i need.
it doesn't matter to me if you celebrate Christmas, or Hanukkah, or nothing.
whatever and however you celebrate, what matters is that you have to realize that there's something bigger than you.
tis' the Season. celebrate.
peace.
Dec 7, 2005
how to tell you're Irish - a simple test
the following is stolen from Patrick's blog.
comments in italic are my own.
groove on.
1)You will never play professional basketball.
2) You swear very well. (probably too well)
3) At least one of your cousins holds political office.
4) You think you sing very well. (if only they created "American Idol - Senior Edition" after all, i am over 30)
5) You have no idea how to make a long story short (amen, brother, amen)
6) You are very good at playing a lot of very bad golf.
7) There isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.
8) Much of your food was boiled.
9) You have never hit your head on the ceiling.
10) You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling.
11) You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
12) You're, therefore, poetic a lot.
13) You will be punched for no good reason...a lot.
14) Some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations.
15) Your sister will punch you because your brother punched her.
16) Many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary....and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth.
17) Someone in your family is incredibly cheap. It is more than likely you. (my lord. it's like you've known me all my life!)
18) You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing. (duh. see #4)
19) You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
20) "Irish Stew" is the euphemism for "boiled leftovers from the fridge."
21) You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency. (you're not the first to tell me that)
22) There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
23) You are, or know someone, named "Murph" (yep. my husband's nom de plume when we go out for dinner. our last name is damn near impossible to get right on the first try)
.24) If you don't know Murph, then you know Mac, if you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know Sully, and you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy.
25) You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret. (true. Christmas & birthday presents are torture for me)
26) Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.
27) And last but not least... Being Irish means... your attention span is so short that ... oh, forget it.
now what were we talking about again?
comments in italic are my own.
groove on.
1)You will never play professional basketball.
2) You swear very well. (probably too well)
3) At least one of your cousins holds political office.
4) You think you sing very well. (if only they created "American Idol - Senior Edition" after all, i am over 30)
5) You have no idea how to make a long story short (amen, brother, amen)
6) You are very good at playing a lot of very bad golf.
7) There isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.
8) Much of your food was boiled.
9) You have never hit your head on the ceiling.
10) You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling.
11) You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
12) You're, therefore, poetic a lot.
13) You will be punched for no good reason...a lot.
14) Some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations.
15) Your sister will punch you because your brother punched her.
16) Many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary....and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth.
17) Someone in your family is incredibly cheap. It is more than likely you. (my lord. it's like you've known me all my life!)
18) You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing. (duh. see #4)
19) You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
20) "Irish Stew" is the euphemism for "boiled leftovers from the fridge."
21) You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency. (you're not the first to tell me that)
22) There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
23) You are, or know someone, named "Murph" (yep. my husband's nom de plume when we go out for dinner. our last name is damn near impossible to get right on the first try)
.24) If you don't know Murph, then you know Mac, if you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know Sully, and you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy.
25) You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret. (true. Christmas & birthday presents are torture for me)
26) Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.
27) And last but not least... Being Irish means... your attention span is so short that ... oh, forget it.
now what were we talking about again?
mark your calendars...
i'll be @ Disneyland this Saturday with three of my favorite people...my best friend & her two kids. no "good" rides for me because of my back, but it'll be soooo much fun.
pictures galore & gallons of Christmas spirit. it just flows at Disneyland this time of year.
i love it.
ah, the fun of it all...
in the midst of making ornaments for work, i ran out of ink in my printer.
soooooooooooooooo....off to Office Depot.
i was amazed, walking in - they had a greeter who asked how i was, waited for an answer, then asked what i needed. THEN, she walked me over to the aisle where the cartridges were.
wow. customer service.
then.....i went to a scrapbook store over by my work. this store is notorious for having no customer service...i often say i could fall down dead in an aisle & the girls there would just step over me.
not today.
i was again greeted as i came in, then asked if i needed help finding something.
mercy.
i honestly didn't know what to say. (and for me, that's something) i stammered out something that had to have made sense, then went to the register.
shockaroo #2 - the girl at the counter was smiling & helpful, too.
whazzupwiddat?
sad, huh. that this society is surprised by good customer service...y'know, the way it used to be.
enough of that. i'm starting to sound like my grandmother.
if you scrap, have you checked out The Big Picture Scrapbooking yet? it's gonna be great. beyond great, actually. i cannot wait to sign up for these classes. Donna's class sound beyond incredible!
oh what fun it is!
soooooooooooooooo....off to Office Depot.
i was amazed, walking in - they had a greeter who asked how i was, waited for an answer, then asked what i needed. THEN, she walked me over to the aisle where the cartridges were.
wow. customer service.
then.....i went to a scrapbook store over by my work. this store is notorious for having no customer service...i often say i could fall down dead in an aisle & the girls there would just step over me.
not today.
i was again greeted as i came in, then asked if i needed help finding something.
mercy.
i honestly didn't know what to say. (and for me, that's something) i stammered out something that had to have made sense, then went to the register.
shockaroo #2 - the girl at the counter was smiling & helpful, too.
whazzupwiddat?
sad, huh. that this society is surprised by good customer service...y'know, the way it used to be.
enough of that. i'm starting to sound like my grandmother.
if you scrap, have you checked out The Big Picture Scrapbooking yet? it's gonna be great. beyond great, actually. i cannot wait to sign up for these classes. Donna's class sound beyond incredible!
oh what fun it is!
Dec 6, 2005
good morning, yesterday.....
so i was thinking about my day yesterday...a really good day.
started off by getting a TON of laundry done. saw a crawler on the a.m. news about "...Information Services Directories"
hmmmm...i work for a phone directory company.
oh well. never saw it again.
went to the neurosurgeon. found out that 1) i have a really, really weak back. 2) i HAVE to lose weight this time, or i will just reinjure my back & 3) THIS time there will be a steel rod implanted.
yuck.
he also truly explained what happened to me. now, if he had done that at our first meeting, i wouldn't have felt like i wanted to beat him for being an insensitive dolt. i won't go into the detail he did, except to say that what happened is a cyst was formed out of the cushioning fluids we all have around our spine. it in turn, pushed against a disk, causing it to herniate & press into the nerve.
we are fearfully & wonderfully made.
so - long story even longer, i'm joining Weight Watchers this weekend. pray for me.
leave the doctor's, decide to stop by work to tell my boss that i won't be back till next year. yep, the doctor has written me out till 01/06. (oh and i FINALLY start PT in two weeks)
get to work & everyone is strangely subdued..even for a Monday.
here's why. remember the news crawler i mentioned earlier? well, that was MY company, and our parent is looking to divest my division.
oh. joy.
needless to say, there was a LOT of scared faces. all i could think was "how ironic..i finally get promoted and this happens." and how typical, for the company to announce something like this right before the Holidays. they've done this before, when we had a lay-off about three years ago. who is thinking when they do this?
i worry. not for myself, but for my friend who's the single mom, making house payments. but, i truly believe, even if the company got sold in January, it would take a year or more to have everything run through Washington to ensure no conflict of interests, etc.
step two for me...take classes. learn Photoshop, InDesign et al.
so.
then Brendan & i drove down to Oceanside/Vista in northern San Diego county. B lived here before we married & it so feels like home to me. had a great lunch of pan-fried lo-mein @ Riceadle (think rice & noodle), then i got to visit my other favorite scrapbook shop, then we had Coldstone for dessert (might as well get it all in now before Saturday).
in spite of it - all in all a good day.
so - 2006 will be a turning point for me. new challenges. new opportunities.
and with any luck, a new wardrobe. in a smaller size.
started off by getting a TON of laundry done. saw a crawler on the a.m. news about "...Information Services Directories"
hmmmm...i work for a phone directory company.
oh well. never saw it again.
went to the neurosurgeon. found out that 1) i have a really, really weak back. 2) i HAVE to lose weight this time, or i will just reinjure my back & 3) THIS time there will be a steel rod implanted.
yuck.
he also truly explained what happened to me. now, if he had done that at our first meeting, i wouldn't have felt like i wanted to beat him for being an insensitive dolt. i won't go into the detail he did, except to say that what happened is a cyst was formed out of the cushioning fluids we all have around our spine. it in turn, pushed against a disk, causing it to herniate & press into the nerve.
we are fearfully & wonderfully made.
so - long story even longer, i'm joining Weight Watchers this weekend. pray for me.
leave the doctor's, decide to stop by work to tell my boss that i won't be back till next year. yep, the doctor has written me out till 01/06. (oh and i FINALLY start PT in two weeks)
get to work & everyone is strangely subdued..even for a Monday.
here's why. remember the news crawler i mentioned earlier? well, that was MY company, and our parent is looking to divest my division.
oh. joy.
needless to say, there was a LOT of scared faces. all i could think was "how ironic..i finally get promoted and this happens." and how typical, for the company to announce something like this right before the Holidays. they've done this before, when we had a lay-off about three years ago. who is thinking when they do this?
i worry. not for myself, but for my friend who's the single mom, making house payments. but, i truly believe, even if the company got sold in January, it would take a year or more to have everything run through Washington to ensure no conflict of interests, etc.
step two for me...take classes. learn Photoshop, InDesign et al.
so.
then Brendan & i drove down to Oceanside/Vista in northern San Diego county. B lived here before we married & it so feels like home to me. had a great lunch of pan-fried lo-mein @ Riceadle (think rice & noodle), then i got to visit my other favorite scrapbook shop, then we had Coldstone for dessert (might as well get it all in now before Saturday).
in spite of it - all in all a good day.
so - 2006 will be a turning point for me. new challenges. new opportunities.
and with any luck, a new wardrobe. in a smaller size.
it's frickin' freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth....
brrr...
OK - so it's not as cold as say where my two best friends live...Reno & the High Desert here in So. Cal. in Reno there was a frost warning for last night (dang!) and in Hesperia it was 32 degrees @ 8:30 pm, with a low of 14.
that, Gentle Reader, is cold to me.
mind you, when i was in Reno last, and talking to my Mom, she was complaining about how cold it was in Long Beach...the high was 64. phhhhht. wussy.
call me when it starts snowing.
going home, we drove through Donner summit. at one point, it was 32, and the rain coming down was slushy ice when it hit our windshield.
that is TRULY cold.
now, before DoodleBugMom & Becky begin sending me hate mail because they live in truly cold places, remember: i was born & raised in So. Cal. we basically have three seasons: winter, spring & summer. now, when my mom moved here from Oregon some 43 odd years ago, her first winter here was spent laughing at all the natives of California, bitching about "how cold it was." in the northern part of Oregon where she's from, it got cold. snow cold. her first winter she hardly wore a jacket.
that was over by the next winter.
so what does all this have to do with the price of tea? not a bloody thing.
just that i was thinking about how snugger warm i am right now...got my Uggs on, my SuperWarmFuzzyRobe & a flannel quilt made by my mom. oh, and a fire burning in our (gas)fireplace.
yum.
OK - so it's not as cold as say where my two best friends live...Reno & the High Desert here in So. Cal. in Reno there was a frost warning for last night (dang!) and in Hesperia it was 32 degrees @ 8:30 pm, with a low of 14.
that, Gentle Reader, is cold to me.
mind you, when i was in Reno last, and talking to my Mom, she was complaining about how cold it was in Long Beach...the high was 64. phhhhht. wussy.
call me when it starts snowing.
going home, we drove through Donner summit. at one point, it was 32, and the rain coming down was slushy ice when it hit our windshield.
that is TRULY cold.
now, before DoodleBugMom & Becky begin sending me hate mail because they live in truly cold places, remember: i was born & raised in So. Cal. we basically have three seasons: winter, spring & summer. now, when my mom moved here from Oregon some 43 odd years ago, her first winter here was spent laughing at all the natives of California, bitching about "how cold it was." in the northern part of Oregon where she's from, it got cold. snow cold. her first winter she hardly wore a jacket.
that was over by the next winter.
so what does all this have to do with the price of tea? not a bloody thing.
just that i was thinking about how snugger warm i am right now...got my Uggs on, my SuperWarmFuzzyRobe & a flannel quilt made by my mom. oh, and a fire burning in our (gas)fireplace.
yum.
Dec 2, 2005
another blast from the past...
so it's Friday night. i should be working on Christmas presents and submittals for a design team i'm trying out for.
but i'm not. i'm watching a slice from my childhood (and my favorite, right next to "A Charlie Brown Christmas": "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town."
(altho' thankfully ABC cut Jessica's solo...i couldn't stand that part & even as a kid felt like it had no place in the program)
i love this show. love, love, love.
what i hate is some of the commercials.
now remember, i'm becoming one of those chicks who cries at (almost) everything. Hallmark commericals? bring out the Kleenix. but, all you have to do is add a Christmas & kid sentiment, and it's all over with.
i'm sure it's because of the whole no kids thing.
have mercy, i'm choking up already.
having been reading Cyn's blog, you may or may not know of her current struggles with infertility. i dropped her a note, just to let her know that God never closes a door without opening a window...it's just that sometimes we're at the wrong door. and although this is the time of year where i positivly ache for a family of our own, i have to remember...
i may be knocking at the wrong door.
all is calm. all is bright.
Dec 1, 2005
and they called it puppy love...
with apologies to Donny.
the newest addition to my sister-in-law's family. a 52 day old golden retreiver puppy named Rocket J. Booster. his new older brother isn't sure what to make of him, but dang is he ever so cute.
i want a puppy. but the Cat would kill me. and the puppy.
ah, puppy love.
ain't it grand?
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