there are those in this world...

who would argue that this number should be higher. but those people are just bitchy.

You Are 35% Bitchy

You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!

How Bitchy Are You?

this silly mohilly

this kid...

this little goof....

the love of my life (sorry, honey)...

is Citizen of the Month at his school this month. He gets a pizza lunch with the principal, and Mom gets a bumper sticker for her car.
All this, and school has been in session for only two weeks.

Mom gets a bumper sticker. i'm going to Cafe Press and get myself a shirt:

"My nephew was Citizen of the Month and all i got was this lousy shirt"

-or-

"Citizen of the Month for President"

hey - he's only six and already he has more character than those ten times his age.

i couldn't be prouder of him.

i could have sat all night....

my neck...it's freaking tight as hell.

so i stopped at a nail/spa place on the way home to inquire if they did neck/shoulder massage.

oh you betcha. 15 minutes for 12 dollars.

a bargain at half the price. my massuse asked if i wanted to keep going for 1/2 an hour.
more than life itself. however...my fear was that i wouldn't be able to drive home.

oh boy. totally fun.

i want more. more, more, more.

hey - there's always tomorrow, right?

in other news...

started WW again last week, so last night was the first weigh in...
me: down 3.4
him: down 4.4

Hubbs was really surprised & pleased..he ran out of points at one day. so now i'm confident he's seeing that it's something he can stick with.

stay tuned...


oh and on the way home, i saw this on the sign outside a church on my way home:

We support the separation between church & hate.

amen.

photographic evidence

that my cat is insane. not just evil, but insane.
hoping to get a leg up...
evil lurks in my dirty laundry...

and yes, that is his head shoved firmly against our patio door.

having problems in decision making?

or is it just my household?

Two thing occurred to me the other day: 1) Hubbs & i, even as adults, are at times incapable of making even the simplest decision. Dinner, for example. The conversation goes like this:

me: So, where do you want to go for dinner tonight?

Hubbs: i don't know. What sounds good to you?

me: i'm not sure. i'm not sure anything sounds outstanding.

Hubbs: Well...what about chickie? (insert chicken sound here)

me: no.

Hubbs: Beefie? (insert mooing here, and yes, he will say beefie)

me: hmmmmm...keep that on the backburner.

Hubbs: Fishie? (no fish sounds, that would be weird. He makes a swimming fish with his hands)

me: Possibly. Where? (we have two local fish restaurants we really like; one has an extensive selection, the other a much smaller selection)

Hubbs: Well, then let us consult The Coin of Wisdom!

(Here's number two: we are so incapable of decision making at times, we have to flip a coin to see where we'll eat dinner. Holy fickle people, Batman. )

So one of us will pull out a quarter (has to be a quarter or a larger coin. Don't ask why, i'm positive i don't want to discuss that in therapy), decide which restaurant is for which side and flip it.

And yes, The Coin of Wisdom's decision is final and absolute. But you would think that two fully grown, somewhat educated adults would have the smarts to make a bloody decision. Especially over something as simple as dinner.

Or maybe not.

Let me get a quarter out.

going down uncharted territory.

i was talking to a friend of mine today. we don't get together too often, but when we do, it's like i just saw her yesterday.

she recently moved to Florida and while talking about the new house, the kids' new school, her husband's new job, and her looking for work, she blurted this out.

"did you ever think that maybe your husband isn't the one you're supposed to be with?"
"what?"
"it's not that i don't love Nathaniel (obviously, names changed to protect them....i have permission to share this, because it made me think). i do. i love him more than anything. but i keep wondering if this is the life i'm supposed to lead. is this where i'm supposed to be?"

i know most people go through some period of doubt about their lives. if they chose the right job, the right car, hell, even if they chose the right outfit. but doubt about choosing the right mate...

marrying Hubbs, i know, was the right decision for me. do i ever wonder why i did? sure, on occasion. especially when he irritates the living crap out of me. but i'm in this for the long haul. marriage isn't always work, but when it is, i'm up for it. challenges interest me.

sometimes i wonder why it is God decided to not give us children. but that, my friends, is something i will not have the answer to. not in this life, anyway.

this place, this time - is where i'm supposed to be. God never makes a mistake. He never questions His motives. we do, as humans, but that was in the plan.

that's why it's called faith. faith is the belief in things not seen. or known.

and faith tells me i'm right where i'm supposed to be. i will likely question the road as it turns where i wasn't expecting. that's human nature.

but i know Who plotted the course on Mapquest. i'm right where i'm supposed to be.

let the creative juices flow.

creativity - thou art a fickle mistress.

you come, you entice, you leave.

bee-atch.

i started all gung-ho on a tag book for my sister-in-law. note: why am i making things for others? am i really that nice or just to dumb to make something for myself?
keeping it in greens, blues - sea colors. pictures are of the niece & nephew here in Seal Beach last Christmas.

yes, here in Mostly Smoggy So. Cal., we can go to the beach in the dead o' winter. nah, nah, nah, nah, naaaa, naaaaaaah.

like i said, i started out good. then petered out.

i don't get it. why is it that things go so well, then...fade away like mascara after a 15 hour day.

just don't get it.

so, i'm doing the only thing i can. just walk away.

and whine about it on my blog.

pictures forthcoming. whining included at no extra charge.

getting your mind out of the toilet.

Are you one of those that believes things happen in threes? You know, celebrities seem to go in threes. sidenote: if i were a celebrity, i would start worrying when my comprades started to go. after all, i could be next.
Things just sometimes happen in threes. Could be coincidence, could be not.

Then again....

Yesterday morning, while drying my hair, i leaned across to the Husband's bathroom to ask him something. Something caught my eye as it flipped through the air.

It was a picture my father in law took, in the early 70's. It landed safely on the sink. However, the name badge he wore when he worked for the Walt Disney Co., wasn't so lucky.

It plopped smack dab in the toilet.

This is the third time i've had something flop in the can. Twice at work, i've had my company badge do a one and a half with a twist (i'd give that dive a 9.0, Mel) in the bowl.

Thankfully, it's happened after the flush.

The first time, i seriously considered leaving the badge in there. Then i realized that it would probably cause a clog, and since my name & picture are on it...well...i'd better go fetch it.

i'll tell you this: my arm has a mind of its own and did not want to go toilet diving. i made up to my arm by scrubbing about four layers of skin off, then gave it a good soaking in anti-bacterial hand gel.

Imagine my joy when the same thing happened a few weeks later.

i've gotten smart. Now, i take the bloody thing off before i go answer the Call of Nature.

Then came yesterday.

Again, at least it was a clean toilet, but still. Gross.

So this time, i got a hanger out of the closet & fished it out. After a refreshing bath in rubbing alcohol, it was ready to go back to its rightful spot in the knick-knack shelf in my bathroom.

Three times the charm, right? This could be the end of my career as a toilet diver.

Or i'll just secure all loose items before boarding. Happy Friday.

i've got a million of 'em....

Deep Thought by Jack Handy:
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

so profound.

and this one...

A priest, a rabbi & a Baptist minister were discussing the best methods of conversion. They actually decided to test their methods against...a baby bear.
So the priest went in to the forest to talk to the bear.
The next day they met for coffee & the priest said, "oh, to be sure - i spoke with the wee cub and explained the rites of Catholicism. Faith & begorrah, i do believe the boyo will be on his way"
The next day was the Baptist minister's turn.
They met again for breakfast and the minister spoke of his meeting with the cub.
"Indeed - i explained the gospel to the animal, and even though he couldn't speak, i believe he understood the truths i laid before him"
Now it was the rabbi's turn.
The two met in the usual place, and were shocked when the rabbi came in, cut, bruised with an arm in a sling.
"For the love of Pete, man!" the priest exclaimed. "What has happened to you?"
"Well," the rabbi said, "for starters, i shouldn't start explaining Judaism by mentioning circumcision."

thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhank you! you've been a fabulous audience! i'm here all week, don't forget to tip your waiters & waitresses, they work hard to take care of you!

i just realized everything has a religous bend to it...so don't take offense, please. i go to church as well, and have a deep & abiding faith. but these are funny.

the family that diets together -

- becomes bitchy together.

Wouldn't you agree?

So last night, Husband & i headed on over to my local WW center, and signed up. At least it was a little more budget friendly, since it was free registration...and since it was free registration, 20, 000 people were there to sign up.

So there you go.

i'm a little worried, because i don't feel the same sense of urgency that i did when i joined in January. Maybe i needed a little break. Maybe a fresh start will do me good.

Or not.

Today it begins. A return to the carrots. The celery. The lots & lots of water & frequent trips to the ladies room.

Not only that, but guys seem to lose weight faster & easier than we do. So i'll also be dealing with Husband losing a gazillion pounds in the time it'll take me to only lose 10.

Grrrrrr.

It's OK. i just keep reminding myself that i need to do it. It's healthy. i'll feel even better. And by the Grace of God, i will avoid the most horrible consequence of all: being back in the hospital to have my back worked on again.

Hey - those carrots don't seem so bad after all. Wish us luck!