i have the most amazing feet ever. not that you would look at mine and go, 'WOW! your feet are beyond description.'
and believe me, those words have been used about my feet before. although generally it's been said by anyone giving me a pedicure...and not in a good way.
but as usual, i digress.
my feet have radar. the military could use them. you see, my feet have the uncanny ability to find unpleasant things on the ground.
things like poo. or puke. AND the sensitivity of that radar goes up 2000% if i am barefoot, which i prefer to be 80% of the time.
and of course, the radar doubles that if it's, oh, say 3:30 am.
yesterday, i came home from work tired, cranky and generally out of sorts. i changed my clothes and, took off my shoes. walked into the living room and BAM!!!
direct hit with puke.
and, sitting off to the side was the cat, gazing at me. i'm just not sure if he was only watching, or if he was laughing at me...it's entirely possible he was laughing.
so apparently if there's anything uggy to step in, my wonderful, sensitive feet will find it.
now if they could only find some piles of money to step in.
Nov 4, 2008
Nov 3, 2008
goin' Hollywood.
my No. Cal. friends were down this past weekend...apparently he needed a Disneyland fix and while they were down, we made plans to hit Paramount Studios in L.A.
the only studio we've ever toured was Universal. my friends have toured Universal, Warner Bros and now Paramount.
the tour was different than Universal in that at Universal, you get about 100 people in a tram and while you see actual working sets, there is a lot that's already set up for tours. Paramount & Warner is smaller and there's nothing already set up. if you see something filming, good on you. no huge King Kong audioanamatronic...no set up of props.
a small group was nice..easier to ask questions. our tour guide stopped a lot, showed us some sets from upcoming Nickelodeon shows, saw the area where Lucille Ball had her home on set set up...landscaped to be like her personal home. we saw them filming Dirty Sexy Money, feeling sorry for the extras, dressed for a New York Fall/Winter in a Southern California unseasonably warm fall.
oh, and the Hollywood sign.
every time i see the logo, i think of the Brady Bunch.
filming Dirty Sexy Money = hurry up and wait. we watched 'em set up the scene, wait, bring the cars in, wait, wait, wait...then we left.
the famous gate. i didn't realize it was so famous, but our guide said it's the most photographed studio opening ever.
who knew?
in other news...
the birthday party went well...the birthday girl does NOT look one, she looks older and THAT can cause a problem for mommy & daddy when she gets older.
i can't post any photos, momma never said i could, and i didn't ask because i was totally busy. the Birthday Girl, however, is just getting her walking legs and has a full head of curly hair..and looks exactly like her grandma..daddy's momma.
the park they had the party at was amazing...Irvine Regional was part of the Irvine Ranch at one point...the Irvine family owned over 100,000 acres of land in the O.C., which makes up about 1/4 of the county.
daaaaaang.
the park has pony rides, a train, pedal boats AND a zoo. in the winter, the train ride takes you to see Santa.
i'm all over that.
the only downside from the weekend was all that great outdoors wreaked havoc on my allergies...and i paid for it yesterday, feeling miserable and stuffy.
ah-choo, y'all.
Oct 30, 2008
positives and negatives.
i have always been a 'glass is half full' kind of girl. not in a Pollyanna kind of way, but in a things-aren't-as-bad-as-it-seems-so-suck-it-up-sunshine-kind of way.
i think you get the idea...and while most of the time it doesn't happen quite like that, still...i have arguments with myself from time to time.
turning to sports....
we had some models. i had a model of my own. and some doggies that just wanted to play.
my instructor & his wife.
best looking fella there.
coming up: Paramount Studios and a first birthday party.
most days it works. some days not so much.
take for example, this Saturday. i'm taking photos at my hair girl's baby's first birthday party. now, while i'm positive i won't choke too badly, i'm still kind of nervous about the whole thing.
and for every 'what ifs...' my brain comes up with, the glass half full part of my brain counters and tries to slap the what ifs into submission.
not as easy as it seems.
Eeyore brain says: oh, CRAP. what if i run out of battery juice? the battery is rechargeable, so not like you can bring a gazillion Duracells.
better part of my brain says: get over it. you'll charge before you go, and remember? you finally got those additional batteries from eBay. they can be charged and ready to go.
Eeyore: OK, well...what about the memory card? you're gonna run out of memory and THEN what are you gonna do?
better part: i have an 8 gig memory card, and there are still over a 1000 photos that can fit. i'll clear off what's on it now, clear space and have oodles of space for photos.
Eeyore: well...um....what if you take a bunch of photos of your fingers, like you used to?
better part: i was 10 years old. it was a pocket camera (remember those?). this is a bigger camera, it has a lens and it's digital. even if you stick your bum in the pictures, you can see it afterwards and delete it.
Eeyore: yeah? well, what if you get hit with a meteor? whatreya gonna do then, smart girl?
better part: (shakes head) we've not had a rash of meteor strikes here in the OC. i think we're done here.
i think you get the idea...and while most of the time it doesn't happen quite like that, still...i have arguments with myself from time to time.
i just want to do a good job - and have everyone like me.
easy, no?
in other news...
no updates really on the job search. he's been going back and forth with one guy here, and while it looks better and better, there's still no job offer.
we just both want it over. and i want him working.
turning to sports....
last Saturday was our photo classes field trip, out in Norco; a urban/country town about 40 minutes from us. lotsa horses, lotsa houses on large lots.
the farm we went to wasn't. no cows, no chickens, no horses. the owners are friends of my instructor, in their 80s and don't work the land. the missus is currently in the hospital recovering from West Nile Virus. pretty good for 80.
we had some models. i had a model of my own. and some doggies that just wanted to play.
my instructor & his wife.best looking fella there.
coming up: Paramount Studios and a first birthday party.
Oct 26, 2008
Oct 25, 2008
11 years ago.
at about this time, 11 years ago -
* i was getting my hair sprayed and clipped and formed into an up-do.
* the Cutest Girl in Hesperia was in a green robe, ready for her turn.
* it was beyond windy. (my hair did not move)
* i laughed at a young man, nervous because he had to play the bagpipes. come on, dude - have you noticed i'm in a dang wedding dress?
oh - did i give it away?
11 years ago - we said we would. and we have. for better or worse, sickness and health and all the rest.
and if i had been on top of my game, i would have written vows like this:
i (your name here) promise to love you through fat times and unemployment. through loss of family and the gains, too.
through heartbreak and happiness. i promise to love you when you flub up and when you don't clean up after yourself.
i can't always promise to like you, but i will always love you.
i will always love you, even when you are having a breakdown - as long as you promise to love me, too, especially when i'm PMS-ing and i beg you to perform a hysterectomy on me.
i will always love you when you take three hours to do an oil change.
i will love you when you have no concept of time and we end up being late.
i will love you when you roll your eyes at my obsessions with Donny, photography, scrapbooking and whatever else i'm in to.
i love you, baby. thanks for eleven interesting years. here's to the rest of our lives together.
* i was getting my hair sprayed and clipped and formed into an up-do.
* the Cutest Girl in Hesperia was in a green robe, ready for her turn.
* it was beyond windy. (my hair did not move)
* i laughed at a young man, nervous because he had to play the bagpipes. come on, dude - have you noticed i'm in a dang wedding dress?
oh - did i give it away?
11 years ago - we said we would. and we have. for better or worse, sickness and health and all the rest.
and if i had been on top of my game, i would have written vows like this:
i (your name here) promise to love you through fat times and unemployment. through loss of family and the gains, too.
through heartbreak and happiness. i promise to love you when you flub up and when you don't clean up after yourself.
i can't always promise to like you, but i will always love you.
i will always love you, even when you are having a breakdown - as long as you promise to love me, too, especially when i'm PMS-ing and i beg you to perform a hysterectomy on me.
i will always love you when you take three hours to do an oil change.
i will love you when you have no concept of time and we end up being late.
i will love you when you roll your eyes at my obsessions with Donny, photography, scrapbooking and whatever else i'm in to.
i love you, baby. thanks for eleven interesting years. here's to the rest of our lives together.
Oct 20, 2008
Oct 15, 2008
it's all becoming clear to me.
looking back, it's no wonder i am the way i am.
crazy that is.
i've told tales before of life with Crazy Auntie Kay. how she would tell me that if i would just press against my two front teeth, they would straighten out nicely and i would have no need for braces. my teeth would look just like hers.
and i did that, faithfully...for a few months. then i found out something.
Auntie Kay wore dentures. of course her teeth were perfect.
it's crap like that that stays with you for a long, long time.
take, for example, Exhibit A.
this morning, i was driving to work, when i passed a box on the side of the road. nothing unusual in that, except that immediately i heard Auntie Kay.
"when you start driving," (said when i was a teenager, before my license) "and you see a box in the road, don't you EVER drive over it."
ok, i'll bite. why?
"because people will put their unwanted babies in the box and leave it in the road so someone will drive over it and kill their baby."
OMG. you SO did not just say that.
wait...rerun tape...oh yeah, you DID just say that.
and she really did believe that. just as she believed that my mom could not willingly have sex as an unmarried woman. she HAD to have been raped.
oh yeah. she did. to the day she died, she was convinced my mom had been forced upon.
and so, some 30 years later, i see a box in the road and freak out...before i remember that the odds of that happening are as good as us winning the lotto.
the lotto, however, while it would still freak me out, would be FAR more FUN than...well, you know.
tune in next week for the newest episode of "It's Not My Parents That Screwed Me Up, It Was the Other Members of My Family."
presented without commercial interruption!
crazy that is.
i've told tales before of life with Crazy Auntie Kay. how she would tell me that if i would just press against my two front teeth, they would straighten out nicely and i would have no need for braces. my teeth would look just like hers.
and i did that, faithfully...for a few months. then i found out something.
Auntie Kay wore dentures. of course her teeth were perfect.
it's crap like that that stays with you for a long, long time.
take, for example, Exhibit A.
this morning, i was driving to work, when i passed a box on the side of the road. nothing unusual in that, except that immediately i heard Auntie Kay.
"when you start driving," (said when i was a teenager, before my license) "and you see a box in the road, don't you EVER drive over it."
ok, i'll bite. why?
"because people will put their unwanted babies in the box and leave it in the road so someone will drive over it and kill their baby."
OMG. you SO did not just say that.
wait...rerun tape...oh yeah, you DID just say that.
and she really did believe that. just as she believed that my mom could not willingly have sex as an unmarried woman. she HAD to have been raped.
oh yeah. she did. to the day she died, she was convinced my mom had been forced upon.
and so, some 30 years later, i see a box in the road and freak out...before i remember that the odds of that happening are as good as us winning the lotto.
the lotto, however, while it would still freak me out, would be FAR more FUN than...well, you know.
tune in next week for the newest episode of "It's Not My Parents That Screwed Me Up, It Was the Other Members of My Family."
presented without commercial interruption!
Oct 12, 2008
oh, Magoo...you've done it again.
and dang it, if you have to ask who Magoo is, you ARE young.
get out.
kidding!
yesterday i went to my hair appointment. and before you start yawning, trust me. there is a point to my story.
really. i'm not just rewording my daily planner.
and while i'm leaned back in the shampoo bowl, my stylist (i know - it sounds Hollywood, but i can't stand the word hairdresser. don't ask me why.) says, 'hey, i have a proposition for you.'
well - i'm laying on my back and you've got a hose full of water. if i say no, i'll be drowned. i'm good with whatever you say.
'i was wondering,' she said, 'what you were doing November 1st?'
nothing, i say. i'm pretty sure my calendar's clear.
'well,' she says, 'maybe you would be willing to come over to my daughter's first birthday party and take pictures for me. if you would, i would comp today's services.'
wait....what?
look, i say, i'll be more than happy to take pictures for you. i'd love to, i'd love the practice and all but please let me pay for today.
'nope. that's the deal. you don't take pictures, you pay for the cut.'
that went on for a few minutes. finally i caved.
and now i have non-buyers remorse.
what the heck was i thinking? taking pictures of someone's child? and their first birthday party to boot?
i get lucky sometimes with the camera. and my ego gets all that, and thinks it can do anything.
now, i guess i gotta prove it.
in other news....
Brendan started up with a service called Job by Fax - for x amount, they will fax his resume to all the companies in the categories he picks. he joined up on Thursday.
on Friday he got four calls. one want to see him Monday.
this could rock.
i'd be oh so happy if this pays off. fingers crossed, kids. prayers sent. no goats, though.
we've got standards y'know.
get out.
kidding!
yesterday i went to my hair appointment. and before you start yawning, trust me. there is a point to my story.
really. i'm not just rewording my daily planner.
and while i'm leaned back in the shampoo bowl, my stylist (i know - it sounds Hollywood, but i can't stand the word hairdresser. don't ask me why.) says, 'hey, i have a proposition for you.'
well - i'm laying on my back and you've got a hose full of water. if i say no, i'll be drowned. i'm good with whatever you say.
'i was wondering,' she said, 'what you were doing November 1st?'
nothing, i say. i'm pretty sure my calendar's clear.
'well,' she says, 'maybe you would be willing to come over to my daughter's first birthday party and take pictures for me. if you would, i would comp today's services.'
wait....what?
look, i say, i'll be more than happy to take pictures for you. i'd love to, i'd love the practice and all but please let me pay for today.
'nope. that's the deal. you don't take pictures, you pay for the cut.'
that went on for a few minutes. finally i caved.
and now i have non-buyers remorse.
what the heck was i thinking? taking pictures of someone's child? and their first birthday party to boot?
i get lucky sometimes with the camera. and my ego gets all that, and thinks it can do anything.
now, i guess i gotta prove it.
in other news....
Brendan started up with a service called Job by Fax - for x amount, they will fax his resume to all the companies in the categories he picks. he joined up on Thursday.
on Friday he got four calls. one want to see him Monday.
this could rock.
i'd be oh so happy if this pays off. fingers crossed, kids. prayers sent. no goats, though.
we've got standards y'know.
Oct 9, 2008
oh boy.
the Husband got cut loose from the sleep study early yesterday and wasn't too happy.
not about getting cut loose, but about the results. turns out he has sleep apnea, and they want him on a C-PAP machine. i'm hoping insurance covers it, because if it doesn't, i told him he just may have to die in his sleep.
SO kidding.
at the hospital, (which he said was more like a hotel room) he was probed, prodded and hooked up to electrodes from head to feet. the worse part, was the goo they attached the probes to on his head...he kept washing his hair over and over after he got home to get the goo out.
then there was the fact that he couldn't sleep. well...he could sleep, but when he would pause in his breathing, the nurse would come in and wake him, taking vitals and such.
it reminds me of being in the hospital...you can't get any rest because the nurses are in every hour or so taking your temperature, blood pressure and asking how you're sleeping...which i know they have to do, it's just ironic that you need to rest to heal but can't.
they fitted him last night with the 3 Bears of CPAPs. one was too tight (claustrophobic), one was too weird (tubes in his nose, felt freaky) and the other was just right...well, as right as something over your face is gonna feel.
now that work calmed down somewhat, for me anyway (i was covering for one of my teammates who had a dozen ants in her house and lost her mind...but that's another post. maybe. i stayed until 6:30 pm Tuesday and missed my photo class, came in @ 6am yesterday and stayed until 4:30) i can satisfy my control freak issues and do some research on this whole thing...and see if i can hear the radio commercial again, where the local news sportscaster had used the CPAP, but went to something else.
being a control freak is fun.
in other news....
my 14 year old self is coming out to play and should be in full force by Friday.
i'm seeing the Osmonds.
ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh
ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.
a friend i work with, who is another Osmond freak, got the tickets. i don't remember if i was here with y'all when we got tickets to see Donny @ the Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts. totally cool. totally fun. totally hysterical to see an auditorium filled with mostly pre/post menopausal women, acting like they were teenagers again.
not me. i never was a screamer - sorry. and yes, you can read into that whatever you want.
so Friday, it's back to Cerritos to see Wayne, Merrill, Jay & Jimmy. it'd be totally cool if Donny would make a surprise appearance, but i'm not holding my breath, since he & Marie are doing a show in Vegas.
what's funny is, while my friend and i both like Donny, she actually liked Jay better. now that we're both (sort of) grown up, we're both thinking that Jimmy was the one we should've liked.
even though he was a butterball as a kid, he was starting businesses at the age of 13 and turning in tax returns.
he's been doing a lot of different businesses since. real estate. marketing. performing. i think that, even when the Osmonds lost most all of their money in the 80s, he was the only one not in financial trouble.
dagnabbit. mom was right - always go for the smart one.
i hate it when she's right.
not about getting cut loose, but about the results. turns out he has sleep apnea, and they want him on a C-PAP machine. i'm hoping insurance covers it, because if it doesn't, i told him he just may have to die in his sleep.
SO kidding.
at the hospital, (which he said was more like a hotel room) he was probed, prodded and hooked up to electrodes from head to feet. the worse part, was the goo they attached the probes to on his head...he kept washing his hair over and over after he got home to get the goo out.
then there was the fact that he couldn't sleep. well...he could sleep, but when he would pause in his breathing, the nurse would come in and wake him, taking vitals and such.
it reminds me of being in the hospital...you can't get any rest because the nurses are in every hour or so taking your temperature, blood pressure and asking how you're sleeping...which i know they have to do, it's just ironic that you need to rest to heal but can't.
they fitted him last night with the 3 Bears of CPAPs. one was too tight (claustrophobic), one was too weird (tubes in his nose, felt freaky) and the other was just right...well, as right as something over your face is gonna feel.
now that work calmed down somewhat, for me anyway (i was covering for one of my teammates who had a dozen ants in her house and lost her mind...but that's another post. maybe. i stayed until 6:30 pm Tuesday and missed my photo class, came in @ 6am yesterday and stayed until 4:30) i can satisfy my control freak issues and do some research on this whole thing...and see if i can hear the radio commercial again, where the local news sportscaster had used the CPAP, but went to something else.
being a control freak is fun.
in other news....
my 14 year old self is coming out to play and should be in full force by Friday.
i'm seeing the Osmonds.
ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh
ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.
a friend i work with, who is another Osmond freak, got the tickets. i don't remember if i was here with y'all when we got tickets to see Donny @ the Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts. totally cool. totally fun. totally hysterical to see an auditorium filled with mostly pre/post menopausal women, acting like they were teenagers again.
not me. i never was a screamer - sorry. and yes, you can read into that whatever you want.
so Friday, it's back to Cerritos to see Wayne, Merrill, Jay & Jimmy. it'd be totally cool if Donny would make a surprise appearance, but i'm not holding my breath, since he & Marie are doing a show in Vegas.
what's funny is, while my friend and i both like Donny, she actually liked Jay better. now that we're both (sort of) grown up, we're both thinking that Jimmy was the one we should've liked.
even though he was a butterball as a kid, he was starting businesses at the age of 13 and turning in tax returns.
he's been doing a lot of different businesses since. real estate. marketing. performing. i think that, even when the Osmonds lost most all of their money in the 80s, he was the only one not in financial trouble.
dagnabbit. mom was right - always go for the smart one.
i hate it when she's right.
Oct 8, 2008
rock on, Sleeping Beauty.
the Husband spent the night Tuesday night at the hospital.
no worries. he's not sick, and no, i didn't smack him in the back of the head with a frying pan.
not that the thought hasn't crossed my mind occasionally.
he's always been a bad sleeper and B's doctor decided to sign him up for a sleep study. thank heavens. the man never has slept well, usually waking up in the middle of the night, and, comes out to eventually fall asleep again in our recliner. with the TV on.
at least here, perhaps they can do something to help. although, i know i'll be hearing about it, especially if it involves one more med for him to take. and, of course, the other scenario is that last night was his best night's sleep ever.
talk about irony. especially if you consider i've been up since 2:45.
maybe i should be there, too.
in other news...
i had decided i wasn't going to bitc....er, complain any more about work...at least for awhile. i'm still working and i'm blessed. i know it.
but...
yesterday was a bad day at Black Rock. my group was short a person...due to an ant invasion at her house. (and the scary thing is, there only was about a dozen or so...according to her neighbor and my friend)
so i got pulled off of my temporary query coordinator post and back on the incomplete reports. with lots of books going to the printer, we were hopping. then, @ 3:45 yesterday afternoon, the paging supervisor came over and wanted to know if we were going to be complete on the El Paso, TX book.
um, excuse me? you sent out a paging schedule for the day with the book broken down into four sections and now you want to send the whole thing in one shot?? and you ask this an hour and 15 minutes before the book is due?
oh good grief.
it turns out that this is one of those books that is published in full size AND a mini size. it involves reducing the size at the printer. OK. we forgot. but duuuude. remind us of that earlier in the day.
ready to start running around insanely? GO!
we, the supervisors, myself and another lead, ended up staying until 6:30 last night. and we weren't done with the book. heck, how could we? we had no ad designers left in house, our vendors weren't responding to my many desperate emails.
so today doesn't bode well for paging success as well, which is why i woke up @ 2:45...i honestly cannot remember if i emailed on EVERYTHING paging today or not.
then came the bloody nose.
i'm sitting here, freaking myself out that i haven't emailed, when i think my nose is running.
looking down on the blanket i wrapped around me, i find i am wrong.
so now i'm tired, stressed AND i have a bloody paper towel i need to get rid of before CSI starts investigating.
man. i wonder if i can get in on that sleep study.
no worries. he's not sick, and no, i didn't smack him in the back of the head with a frying pan.
not that the thought hasn't crossed my mind occasionally.
he's always been a bad sleeper and B's doctor decided to sign him up for a sleep study. thank heavens. the man never has slept well, usually waking up in the middle of the night, and, comes out to eventually fall asleep again in our recliner. with the TV on.
at least here, perhaps they can do something to help. although, i know i'll be hearing about it, especially if it involves one more med for him to take. and, of course, the other scenario is that last night was his best night's sleep ever.
talk about irony. especially if you consider i've been up since 2:45.
maybe i should be there, too.
in other news...
i had decided i wasn't going to bitc....er, complain any more about work...at least for awhile. i'm still working and i'm blessed. i know it.
but...
yesterday was a bad day at Black Rock. my group was short a person...due to an ant invasion at her house. (and the scary thing is, there only was about a dozen or so...according to her neighbor and my friend)
so i got pulled off of my temporary query coordinator post and back on the incomplete reports. with lots of books going to the printer, we were hopping. then, @ 3:45 yesterday afternoon, the paging supervisor came over and wanted to know if we were going to be complete on the El Paso, TX book.
um, excuse me? you sent out a paging schedule for the day with the book broken down into four sections and now you want to send the whole thing in one shot?? and you ask this an hour and 15 minutes before the book is due?
oh good grief.
it turns out that this is one of those books that is published in full size AND a mini size. it involves reducing the size at the printer. OK. we forgot. but duuuude. remind us of that earlier in the day.
ready to start running around insanely? GO!
we, the supervisors, myself and another lead, ended up staying until 6:30 last night. and we weren't done with the book. heck, how could we? we had no ad designers left in house, our vendors weren't responding to my many desperate emails.
so today doesn't bode well for paging success as well, which is why i woke up @ 2:45...i honestly cannot remember if i emailed on EVERYTHING paging today or not.
then came the bloody nose.
i'm sitting here, freaking myself out that i haven't emailed, when i think my nose is running.
looking down on the blanket i wrapped around me, i find i am wrong.
so now i'm tired, stressed AND i have a bloody paper towel i need to get rid of before CSI starts investigating.
man. i wonder if i can get in on that sleep study.
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