you know that old saw: every drop of rain holds a rainbow?
they were so full of it.
today, Gentle Reader, is my birthday. i say this not to cultivate best wishes of the day or whatever, just to set the tone for the story.
for starters, i woke up freezing around 3a.m., with a nasty headache. freezing, because HogBoy had stolen all the blankies, leaving me with a thin sheet & blanket.
then, as i got in the shower, i discovered we had no hot water.
not a drop.
nor a note from management stating that there would be no hot water.
i seriously considered just being a stinky girl. then, remembering it is my 46th year on this earth, i though if i do that, people would say i'm homeless and try to give me money, or a trip to the shelter.
so i shivered through the shower. suck it up, baby, just suck it up.
but, i did get a birthday card saying "Princess Today. Princess Tomorrow. Princess Forever."
princesses do not have to suck it up. especially when it comes to warm showers.
nice cards. nice gifts. my boss forgot it was my birthday. we ordered Mexican for lunch and had root beer floats for dessert.
then the rug got pulled out.
they announced at work that we will be having layoffs in our department. soon. like next month.
well, happy flipping birthday to me.
on the other hand...George Clooney is on the market.
well, whaddya know. there is a rainbow in every drop of rain.
if i could just make sure it's rain and not something else.
May 29, 2008
May 28, 2008
happy birthday.
this was originally for Mother's Day last year. today, however, is my mom's birthday, so i thought it was apropos to rerun. especially since she's fond of reminding me that on her 21st birthday she was in labor and got jello with a candle in it.
happy birthday, momma.
She came to California to escape.
She came with dreams, most of them broken and a heavy heart...also broken.
She came looking for a new start.
She came expecting her first child.
As the car widened the distance from the past to the future, her memory was still at home, reliving everything from the past few months. She was in love. She thought he loved her. She imagined them setting up the American Dream: 2.5 kids, white picket fence, dog in the front yard.
But what she got instead was rejection from him.
So she went to his parents. Surely they, of all people, would help. They knew her. They loved her. They said so, and how glad they were that their son had this calming influence in his life. But all she got instead was rejection from them.
How do we know it's really his? You could be doing this to trap him into a future that's not his. He's not a child. He's 21. This is his child. The conversations kept looping like annoying muzak in her brain as they drove. California would be the answer. She & her mother and this unborn child would make a new life. A fresh start. She would find a love that would embrace both herself and this child. No rejection. No judgemental eyes. Only love and a bright future.
Months raced by as she prepared for the New Arrival. Cute clothes to be purchased. Toys. A baby's room to be decorated. Yet all the time, in the back of her mind, that loop of rejection kept playing. This should be us, she thought. Not my mother and i. This should be a mother and a father planning this together.
Occasionally, she would imagine that he would come looking for her, like she used to dream as a child that her father (who left when she was three) would come back for her and her mother. That would never happen, either.
The baby was born the day after her 21st birthday. A 21st birthday should be spent celebrating, but instead she got jello and split pea soup with a candle. Instead, she spent hours birthing a breech baby who, to make things more difficult, came out with the cord wrapped around her neck.
A girl.
A girl who looked like him. Like the man who rejected her. As the baby grew, she had no time to think of the past, as she did before. Occasionally, she would fall into the trap of What Could Have Been, but would stop, look at this baby, and remember that it's your past that shapes you, but your future is what you make of it.
She came to start a new life. Both for herself and the baby girl who writes this today.
I say she did a bang up job.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. i love you.
happy birthday, momma.
She came to California to escape.
She came with dreams, most of them broken and a heavy heart...also broken.
She came looking for a new start.
She came expecting her first child.
As the car widened the distance from the past to the future, her memory was still at home, reliving everything from the past few months. She was in love. She thought he loved her. She imagined them setting up the American Dream: 2.5 kids, white picket fence, dog in the front yard.
But what she got instead was rejection from him.
So she went to his parents. Surely they, of all people, would help. They knew her. They loved her. They said so, and how glad they were that their son had this calming influence in his life. But all she got instead was rejection from them.
How do we know it's really his? You could be doing this to trap him into a future that's not his. He's not a child. He's 21. This is his child. The conversations kept looping like annoying muzak in her brain as they drove. California would be the answer. She & her mother and this unborn child would make a new life. A fresh start. She would find a love that would embrace both herself and this child. No rejection. No judgemental eyes. Only love and a bright future.
Months raced by as she prepared for the New Arrival. Cute clothes to be purchased. Toys. A baby's room to be decorated. Yet all the time, in the back of her mind, that loop of rejection kept playing. This should be us, she thought. Not my mother and i. This should be a mother and a father planning this together.
Occasionally, she would imagine that he would come looking for her, like she used to dream as a child that her father (who left when she was three) would come back for her and her mother. That would never happen, either.
The baby was born the day after her 21st birthday. A 21st birthday should be spent celebrating, but instead she got jello and split pea soup with a candle. Instead, she spent hours birthing a breech baby who, to make things more difficult, came out with the cord wrapped around her neck.
A girl.
A girl who looked like him. Like the man who rejected her. As the baby grew, she had no time to think of the past, as she did before. Occasionally, she would fall into the trap of What Could Have Been, but would stop, look at this baby, and remember that it's your past that shapes you, but your future is what you make of it.
She came to start a new life. Both for herself and the baby girl who writes this today.
I say she did a bang up job.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. i love you.
May 24, 2008
meme-mo-mah.
courtesy of Linda and Melissa. momma likey. momma also likes the fact that Husband is working on something and i get not only the computer to myself BUT i also get what chick flick i wanna see on the t.v. life, as they say, is gooooood.
Favorite person (outside family)?
one? can't be done. there's Maureen - and i dont' care if she is my sister-in-law. and of course, Kristie, who's seen me in some of the uggiest times...and yes, that does include first thing in the morning. and let's not forget my girlie Mellie...without whom Wicked Wednesday would just be...Wednesday.
Favorite food?
um. several. you don't get a bum my size and a wattle to boot without having several favorite foods. but it's gotta be fresh baked warm cookies. or bread. or orange rolls. or....
Quirks about you?
besides the egg carton thing? there's more than just a little OCD going on here. i need instructions. i crave instructions. don't always follow 'em but dagnabbit, i love 'em.
How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less?
hold on. let me ask.
'beats the hell outta me.'
well, if that doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Any regrets in life?
that, my friend, would warrant its own post.
let's keep it short and say kids and leave it at that.
Favorite Charity/ Cause?
anything that benefits kids. 'nuff said.
Favorite Blog recently?
loving me some Tara. wishing i had 1/10th of her talent.
Something you can't get enough of?
hugs. don't care from who, but little grubby fingers do give the best hugs
Worst job you’ve ever had?
working for a pizzeria when i was in college. gah, but the owner was a total ass. gave me a menu on my first day and told me i had to have it memorized by my next shift. the next day. it didn't happen. he was cranky, mean and just a butt. don't miss him one bit.
What job would you pay NOT to have?
being a waitress. and i've done it. i never liked clearing plates, even when i was in Rainbow Girls and we were cleaning tables after a function. something about half eaten food on plates makes me want to hurl.
If you could be a fly on the wall, where?
In the daily lives of some of the bloggers I read. I'm just nosy that way. (me, too Melissa!)Favorite Bible verse right now?
I Cor. 13. yes, the whole chapter.
Guilty Pleasure?
Donny Osmond. i know it seems weird, but it seems to detract from my *ahem* ultra-cool and hip image.
Got any confessions? I
what are you, my mother?
If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it?
new clothes. new makeup. yum, yum, yum.
Favorite thing about your house?
two bathrooms. again, 'nuff said.
Least favorite thing about your house?
the kitchen is too.dang.small.
One thing you are bad at?
only one? come on. i'm bad at too many things.
One thing you’re good at?
forgetting all the things i'm bad at.
If you could change something about your circumstances, what?
i get the Husband a faboo ridiculously paying job that would never ever be effected by the economy. ever.
Who would you like to meet someday?
my friends in bloggerland.
What makes you feel sexy?
black heels.
Who is your real life hero?
my mom, even though i never say it.
What is the hardest part of your job?
people. we've got so many different personalities and they clash.
When are you most relaxed?
when i'm playing. doesn't matter if it's with my camera, or in my paper stash. or even in an inner tube on a lazy river with float-up margarita bars.
What stresses you out?
too many things. i need to learn to let go. but that's hard to do when you're OCD.
What can you not live without?
God. I don't know how other folks do.
Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists?
what? i'm sorry, i was too busy freshening up my makeup and admiring my cute top.
Why do you blog?
i love writing. plain & simple.
your turn. if you play, let me know so i can spy on your answers.
Favorite person (outside family)?
one? can't be done. there's Maureen - and i dont' care if she is my sister-in-law. and of course, Kristie, who's seen me in some of the uggiest times...and yes, that does include first thing in the morning. and let's not forget my girlie Mellie...without whom Wicked Wednesday would just be...Wednesday.
Favorite food?
um. several. you don't get a bum my size and a wattle to boot without having several favorite foods. but it's gotta be fresh baked warm cookies. or bread. or orange rolls. or....
Quirks about you?
besides the egg carton thing? there's more than just a little OCD going on here. i need instructions. i crave instructions. don't always follow 'em but dagnabbit, i love 'em.
How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less?
hold on. let me ask.
'beats the hell outta me.'
well, if that doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Any regrets in life?
that, my friend, would warrant its own post.
let's keep it short and say kids and leave it at that.
Favorite Charity/ Cause?
anything that benefits kids. 'nuff said.
Favorite Blog recently?
loving me some Tara. wishing i had 1/10th of her talent.
Something you can't get enough of?
hugs. don't care from who, but little grubby fingers do give the best hugs
Worst job you’ve ever had?
working for a pizzeria when i was in college. gah, but the owner was a total ass. gave me a menu on my first day and told me i had to have it memorized by my next shift. the next day. it didn't happen. he was cranky, mean and just a butt. don't miss him one bit.
What job would you pay NOT to have?
being a waitress. and i've done it. i never liked clearing plates, even when i was in Rainbow Girls and we were cleaning tables after a function. something about half eaten food on plates makes me want to hurl.
If you could be a fly on the wall, where?
In the daily lives of some of the bloggers I read. I'm just nosy that way. (me, too Melissa!)Favorite Bible verse right now?
I Cor. 13. yes, the whole chapter.
Guilty Pleasure?
Donny Osmond. i know it seems weird, but it seems to detract from my *ahem* ultra-cool and hip image.
Got any confessions? I
what are you, my mother?
If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it?
new clothes. new makeup. yum, yum, yum.
Favorite thing about your house?
two bathrooms. again, 'nuff said.
Least favorite thing about your house?
the kitchen is too.dang.small.
One thing you are bad at?
only one? come on. i'm bad at too many things.
One thing you’re good at?
forgetting all the things i'm bad at.
If you could change something about your circumstances, what?
i get the Husband a faboo ridiculously paying job that would never ever be effected by the economy. ever.
Who would you like to meet someday?
my friends in bloggerland.
What makes you feel sexy?
black heels.
Who is your real life hero?
my mom, even though i never say it.
What is the hardest part of your job?
people. we've got so many different personalities and they clash.
When are you most relaxed?
when i'm playing. doesn't matter if it's with my camera, or in my paper stash. or even in an inner tube on a lazy river with float-up margarita bars.
What stresses you out?
too many things. i need to learn to let go. but that's hard to do when you're OCD.
What can you not live without?
God. I don't know how other folks do.
Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists?
what? i'm sorry, i was too busy freshening up my makeup and admiring my cute top.
Why do you blog?
i love writing. plain & simple.
your turn. if you play, let me know so i can spy on your answers.
May 22, 2008
it's howdy-doody-meme time.
from Linda. go read her, and comment por favor. she thinks no one reads her. :o)
Ten years ago:
i was a stinking newlywed. man. it seems like so long ago.
Five things on today’s “to do” list:
there's more than five. 1) get caught up on my '28 days' class. 2) go to dinner for a birthday tonight. 3) shoot myself in the foot because i'm covering my desk, another coworker's job AND my supervisor. fun, huh? 4) go back to Weight Watchers. 5) scrub the toilet..
Five Things I’d do if I was a billionaire:
quit. buy a house. buy B a new car. buy my step-pop a new car. help more people out.
oh, who am i kidding? i would spend my way around the world.
Three bad habits:
not being on weight watchers. saying yes, when i shouldn't. whining. (but if i didn't, i probably wouldn't have a blog.)
Five places I’ve lived:
ummmm...i'll list Ximino ave., Heather Ave., 52nd St. & then to #301 and #408 here in Beautiful Buena Park.
Five jobs I’ve had:
receptionist @ Supercuts. counter girl at two restaurants. waitress @ an AA restaurant (i was in good with the cook). junior loan processor. proofreader at my current employer (heck. i could do five jobs i've had just at this place)
Five people I’m tagging:
you. you. you, over there with the hat. you annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd you. yes you, the one avoiding my gaze.
Ten years ago:
i was a stinking newlywed. man. it seems like so long ago.
Five things on today’s “to do” list:
there's more than five. 1) get caught up on my '28 days' class. 2) go to dinner for a birthday tonight. 3) shoot myself in the foot because i'm covering my desk, another coworker's job AND my supervisor. fun, huh? 4) go back to Weight Watchers. 5) scrub the toilet..
Five Things I’d do if I was a billionaire:
quit. buy a house. buy B a new car. buy my step-pop a new car. help more people out.
oh, who am i kidding? i would spend my way around the world.
Three bad habits:
not being on weight watchers. saying yes, when i shouldn't. whining. (but if i didn't, i probably wouldn't have a blog.)
Five places I’ve lived:
ummmm...i'll list Ximino ave., Heather Ave., 52nd St. & then to #301 and #408 here in Beautiful Buena Park.
Five jobs I’ve had:
receptionist @ Supercuts. counter girl at two restaurants. waitress @ an AA restaurant (i was in good with the cook). junior loan processor. proofreader at my current employer (heck. i could do five jobs i've had just at this place)
Five people I’m tagging:
you. you. you, over there with the hat. you annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd you. yes you, the one avoiding my gaze.
May 21, 2008
i have no idea what i was thinking.
but right now, my wattle is shaking in its boots. assuming, of course, it has boots.
if you Twitter, you already know. if you don't, well...i entered a contest.
a photography contest.
at the Orange County Fair this year.
good googly moogley.
i sent in my ladybug photo. if they want it for the judging, they will let me know by June 14th.
what the hell was i thinking?!?
great. now i'm gonna stress myself out checking the mail every.dang.day till June 14th. and the last time i waited for something in June was when i graduated high school.
believe me, i was counting the seconds. so was my Mother.
not nearly as stressful as waiting to see if i make a contest. and if my $5 entry fee was spent in vain.
if you Twitter, you already know. if you don't, well...i entered a contest.
a photography contest.
at the Orange County Fair this year.
good googly moogley.
i sent in my ladybug photo. if they want it for the judging, they will let me know by June 14th.
what the hell was i thinking?!?
great. now i'm gonna stress myself out checking the mail every.dang.day till June 14th. and the last time i waited for something in June was when i graduated high school.
believe me, i was counting the seconds. so was my Mother.
not nearly as stressful as waiting to see if i make a contest. and if my $5 entry fee was spent in vain.
May 20, 2008
bitchin' and moanin' and pissin' and whinin'...
- i somehow managed to pull my neck muscle in the shower this a.m. no left turns for me today.
- Brendan took his final for his class tonight. dagnabbit, there goes my one sweet night to be an obnoxious snot-hole and do whatever i want. (like that's different from any other night)
- the other boy in our birthday dinner club from work has finally chosen a place and date for his birthday dinner...three weeks after his birthday. he had all these excuses that he was trying to find a date that worked for everyone (um, funny, he never asked what date was good for B or myself), he was SO busy (wait. you don't have kids, wife OR girlfriend, so that means you were booked playing Dungeons & Dragons), THEN he admits that there was parking lot construction going on at his apartment, and if he didn't get home right after work, he would have to park on the street. *shudder* i volunteered to pick him up and take him. he said 'oh that's not necessary, they finished construction last Friday.' dork.
- CT scan next month for Step-pop. fingers crossed they don't find anything and that a change of meds is all it needs.
- girlie's boyfriend smacked up his toe, and not in a good way. prayers that he gets to keep it for a good, long time.
- 46. it's right around the corner. daaaaaaaaamn.
- wattle's still there.
- Husband tells me i can get plastic surgery. i say nope, if i'm having surgery it's to get the lapband, then surgery to righty-tighty all that loose skin from all the weight i'm gonna lose. then i run to the bathroom to see if the wattle got bigger. it hadn't.
- praise be, it's cool again. we had almost a week of 90+ degree heat. today, cloudy. cool. breezy. just the way i likes it.
boo freaking hoo. PMS anyone?
May 18, 2008
coming soon: the old folks home.
within days of my 46th birthday, i made a discovery today.
a horrible, gawd-awful discovery that horrified and pissed me off all at the same time.
see? that be a wattle.
a horrible, gawd-awful discovery that horrified and pissed me off all at the same time.
a discovery that no amount of nose piercings, funky clothing and Brown Betties will disguise.
i.have.a.wattle.
don't believe me? see for yourself.
see? that be a wattle.
yep. watch it wiggle. bettern a bowl full o' Jello.
well, %$*#@!!. might as well pour some melted butter on my skin and serve with with a side of gravy at Thanksgiving.
maybe i'll call Dr. 90210.
or i'll just get some orthopedic oxfords and a membership in AARP.
May 16, 2008
Vegas, baby!
what happens in Vegas does not necessarily stay in Vegas. especially if i have a camera.
this is what happens when you have a bored 15 year old on the drive to Vegas, and she decides to have a camera war with you. you will lose and i will show these to your future boyfriends.
one of the most famous signs in the world.
a fine pub inside New York New York. i only saw one fine Irishman, and i'm married to him.
da Strip.
this is what happens when you have a bored 15 year old on the drive to Vegas, and she decides to have a camera war with you. you will lose and i will show these to your future boyfriends.one of the most famous signs in the world.a fine pub inside New York New York. i only saw one fine Irishman, and i'm married to him.(p.s. - he also bought a shirt that says in Gaelic: if you can read this i will go to bed with you. naughty boy.)
da Strip.
New York New York
we didn't go in. they flippin' wanted $16 for admission. um, no thank you.
Paris LasVegas.
we also visited Toby Keith's I Love This Bar & Grill at Harrah's. niiiice. what can you say about eating deep fried mac & cheese?
and did i mention that Donny & Marie are gonna be out there starting in July?? oh, happy happy day.
well, isn't THAT special.
so i came home from Vegas with either a) a cold or b) a bad allergy to all the smoke in the casino.
when i got home, my mom told me that while i was gone, my step-pop fell off a stair at one of her quilting cronie's home. there was lots of blood.
of course, my mom sometimes gets hysterical and doesn't see things totally in perspective. my stepfather, is by nature, a good bleeder. but believe me when i tell you that he did NOT need stitches and the CT scan saw no additional injuries to his brain.
in other words, they scanned his brain and didn't find nuttin. HA! i've always wanted to use that joke.
again, i don't understand why someone couldn't have told me while i was there. i know there was nothing i could do, but still i like to know these things.
then...
after we got home, my friend (the one i went to Vegas with) had her mom take a tumble.
parents. what are ya gonna do?
furthermore...
we had a potluck today for our work group's May birthdays. that would be Jeff and Patrick. notice someone was missing? oh yeah. me.
when my boss set this up, he said it would be for Jeff & Patrick. i'm not about to tell him that it's also MY birthday at the end of the month. oh well.
he's a ding-dong anyway.
moving on...
we came home from dinner tonight to the melodic strains of a drunk arguing.
'listen to ME!!!' she says.
'shut yer mouth.' he says.
ah. be it ever so humble, there's no place like the drunk tank.
happy weekend, y'all.
when i got home, my mom told me that while i was gone, my step-pop fell off a stair at one of her quilting cronie's home. there was lots of blood.
of course, my mom sometimes gets hysterical and doesn't see things totally in perspective. my stepfather, is by nature, a good bleeder. but believe me when i tell you that he did NOT need stitches and the CT scan saw no additional injuries to his brain.
in other words, they scanned his brain and didn't find nuttin. HA! i've always wanted to use that joke.
again, i don't understand why someone couldn't have told me while i was there. i know there was nothing i could do, but still i like to know these things.
then...
after we got home, my friend (the one i went to Vegas with) had her mom take a tumble.
parents. what are ya gonna do?
furthermore...
we had a potluck today for our work group's May birthdays. that would be Jeff and Patrick. notice someone was missing? oh yeah. me.
when my boss set this up, he said it would be for Jeff & Patrick. i'm not about to tell him that it's also MY birthday at the end of the month. oh well.
he's a ding-dong anyway.
moving on...
we came home from dinner tonight to the melodic strains of a drunk arguing.
'listen to ME!!!' she says.
'shut yer mouth.' he says.
ah. be it ever so humble, there's no place like the drunk tank.
happy weekend, y'all.
May 13, 2008
Viva Lost Wages.
we be back.
i'm still poor.
my friend's grandma celebrated her 95th birthday yesterday. she won more on the slots than i did.
i did, however, win myself a lovely head cold.
i am still in my pyjamas while others of our traveling party are at work. (neeener, neener, neeeee-ner!)
photos will follow...soon as i feel better.
i'm still poor.
my friend's grandma celebrated her 95th birthday yesterday. she won more on the slots than i did.
i did, however, win myself a lovely head cold.
i am still in my pyjamas while others of our traveling party are at work. (neeener, neener, neeeee-ner!)
photos will follow...soon as i feel better.
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