Just got done making all my travel arrangements for Memory Trends in Vegas. Can't wait!!
I was debating whether or not to go, because I don't have near the budget I had last year when attending. But decided to go, take in all the new stuff, attend the make and takes, demo's and signed up for two classes.
Last year I was so busy with my list of things to do and to buy that I didn't get to do any make and takes or demo's. I also squeezed in 7 classes and seminars. I came home with a two full suitcases although I only went with one. This year I am planning an extra day to get the booth specials when they start to tear down. I can box them up and ship them home... Woo hoo.
So if any of you will be in or around Vegas October 9-13, lets hook up! I can't believe I chose to fly on Friday the13th.
Anyway.... I am also planning on going with the family down to Southern Cali in November. Got to see Disneyland and Californian Adventure! It has been years. Paul and I used to have annual passes and went for dates and just for fun some nights. Crazy huh? What fun!
9-12-06
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Seattle for a girls weekend. Woo hoo!
I am celebrating the ending of a fabulous weekend, the beginning of the work week, the coming weekend in which I will be traveling to Seattle and spending three days with my girlfriends. A lot in one day. Of course, I am also trying not to think too much about the fact that this is the fifth anniversary of 9-11.
To get that out of the way, I will tell you that on 9-11 I was awoken by a phone call from my husband who was crying and told me that Howard Stern had just announced that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. Two minutes later I was on the phone to Sgt. Miah Washburn (Paul's good friend) woke him up and told him to turn on the TV. Then I woke up my friend Kathleen and told her to turn on the TV. We sat and talked as we watched the newscast.
I was 7 months pregnant with Jack at the time and I sat in my small bedroom on Galloway at the time. Perched at the edge of my bed, watching the 20" screen glowing with not just one tower, but two, on fire from terrorists that had hijacked planes and flown into them.
It was a horrific morning. A day that was full of grief, sadness and unbelief over what had taken place. I was worried that my husband was going to be deployed before the birth of our second son. I was worried that there was more to come on our coast. I cried over the loss of life that morning.
It is one of those things that I will always remember. Just like those in the generation before me will remember where they were when JFK got shot.
Now, onto the exciting.... I am really happy to announce that I get a girls weekend in Seattle. Thursday after work Tina will be picking me up and I will crash at her place. Then we are going to head off for Seattle Friday morning. We will catch up with Frances there. I haven't seen Frances since our 30th birthday bash weekend there. It was crazy.....
So she flew in from Paris to attend a wedding and Tina and I saw an opp for a roadtrip and are taking it.
On my agenda: go to the Space Needle and take a picture for the scrapbook! Get a picture on the pig in Pikes Place Market. Eat really good food, drink and be merry.
I will report how all this goes down of course.
Paul and the boys will be fishing this weekend. Going to try their hands at river fishing this time in Hebo.
Well, I am out. The day at the beach is lovely and I want to stand in the sun and breathe deeply.
9-11-06
To get that out of the way, I will tell you that on 9-11 I was awoken by a phone call from my husband who was crying and told me that Howard Stern had just announced that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. Two minutes later I was on the phone to Sgt. Miah Washburn (Paul's good friend) woke him up and told him to turn on the TV. Then I woke up my friend Kathleen and told her to turn on the TV. We sat and talked as we watched the newscast.
I was 7 months pregnant with Jack at the time and I sat in my small bedroom on Galloway at the time. Perched at the edge of my bed, watching the 20" screen glowing with not just one tower, but two, on fire from terrorists that had hijacked planes and flown into them.
It was a horrific morning. A day that was full of grief, sadness and unbelief over what had taken place. I was worried that my husband was going to be deployed before the birth of our second son. I was worried that there was more to come on our coast. I cried over the loss of life that morning.
It is one of those things that I will always remember. Just like those in the generation before me will remember where they were when JFK got shot.
Now, onto the exciting.... I am really happy to announce that I get a girls weekend in Seattle. Thursday after work Tina will be picking me up and I will crash at her place. Then we are going to head off for Seattle Friday morning. We will catch up with Frances there. I haven't seen Frances since our 30th birthday bash weekend there. It was crazy.....
So she flew in from Paris to attend a wedding and Tina and I saw an opp for a roadtrip and are taking it.
On my agenda: go to the Space Needle and take a picture for the scrapbook! Get a picture on the pig in Pikes Place Market. Eat really good food, drink and be merry.
I will report how all this goes down of course.
Paul and the boys will be fishing this weekend. Going to try their hands at river fishing this time in Hebo.
Well, I am out. The day at the beach is lovely and I want to stand in the sun and breathe deeply.
9-11-06
Back to School and all grown up!
I am just so proud of my Big William. He is so grown up. I can't even believe it anymore. Got up this morning at 6:45, got dressed, watched TV and then had breakfast, got his gear and I dropped him in his new third grade classroom at 8 a.m. Wow, third grade! If only I could go back to third grade.
Actually it would be 4th that I would go back to, I loved that teacher!
William sat in his desk, unloaded his supplies in it and promptly started an activity pack that his teacher had assembled for him.
Jack got up early this morning, got in the tub, got out and got dressed. He is so good in the morning too! He was watching SpongeBob when I got home from dropping off William and Lynda was hanging with him.
The last harrah for the weekend was a family excursion to the beach on Saturday. We went crabbing in Lincoln City and caught one that was legal to bring home. We called it the $300 crab because when all was said and done (licenses, gear, food and misc.) the day cost us that much and all we had was one crab! Paul made delicious crab stuffed mushrooms with it though!
Sunday was a free-for-all. Paul was supposed to take the boys fishing and I was going to clean our bedroom finally. But my mom called and asked if I wanted to go shopping at Costco with her. I haven't been to a Costco in years, so I jumped at the chance.
William headed off to a friends house for the afternoon and Paul did the same.
I took Jack with me. We had to make a lunch stop at Mickey D's in Sherwood so he could play in the PlayPlace and then we went to La-Z Boy. It had an estuary behind it, so Jack and I explored and saw tons of minnows, bugs and geese. It was pretty cool, definitely a boy thing.
At Costco I loaded up my cart. I had projected $200 before-hand to my mom and I ended at $238, so I wasn't that far off target.
When we got back the cul-de-sac was having a gathering, so the boys and I headed over to Lynda's house to go swimming. I didn't go....duh. But Jack and William had a blast and then we had food and was back inside before too late.
Monday I went back to fix the Mac store up a little for today, and Paul took William, Jack, Nick and Chris to go crawfishing. They came back with a large pail full and Paul cooked them and mixed them with the crab meat to make the mushrooms that he took over to my mother's house for John's Birthday dinner.
My brother turned 31 yesterday. I can't even believe he is that old. You would never know it by how he looks and especially not by how he acts!
Well, I am off and running. It is a beautiful day on the coast and I have a ton to do.
Sept. 5, 2006
Actually it would be 4th that I would go back to, I loved that teacher!
William sat in his desk, unloaded his supplies in it and promptly started an activity pack that his teacher had assembled for him.
Jack got up early this morning, got in the tub, got out and got dressed. He is so good in the morning too! He was watching SpongeBob when I got home from dropping off William and Lynda was hanging with him.
The last harrah for the weekend was a family excursion to the beach on Saturday. We went crabbing in Lincoln City and caught one that was legal to bring home. We called it the $300 crab because when all was said and done (licenses, gear, food and misc.) the day cost us that much and all we had was one crab! Paul made delicious crab stuffed mushrooms with it though!
Sunday was a free-for-all. Paul was supposed to take the boys fishing and I was going to clean our bedroom finally. But my mom called and asked if I wanted to go shopping at Costco with her. I haven't been to a Costco in years, so I jumped at the chance.
William headed off to a friends house for the afternoon and Paul did the same.
I took Jack with me. We had to make a lunch stop at Mickey D's in Sherwood so he could play in the PlayPlace and then we went to La-Z Boy. It had an estuary behind it, so Jack and I explored and saw tons of minnows, bugs and geese. It was pretty cool, definitely a boy thing.
At Costco I loaded up my cart. I had projected $200 before-hand to my mom and I ended at $238, so I wasn't that far off target.
When we got back the cul-de-sac was having a gathering, so the boys and I headed over to Lynda's house to go swimming. I didn't go....duh. But Jack and William had a blast and then we had food and was back inside before too late.
Monday I went back to fix the Mac store up a little for today, and Paul took William, Jack, Nick and Chris to go crawfishing. They came back with a large pail full and Paul cooked them and mixed them with the crab meat to make the mushrooms that he took over to my mother's house for John's Birthday dinner.
My brother turned 31 yesterday. I can't even believe he is that old. You would never know it by how he looks and especially not by how he acts!
Well, I am off and running. It is a beautiful day on the coast and I have a ton to do.
Sept. 5, 2006
September already and I still haven't done my taxes
How is it that life just whizzes by while we hold onto the ride for dear life? I am just so exhausted from holding on so tightly when I should be enjoying the ride.
It brings me back to my childhood. The number of times I was at the wrong place at the right time.
If you aren't quite understanding, here is a explanation: When I was a kid I visited a water park. I was in the big pool where all the kids are on inner tubes or floating things and the tidal wave came on. I didn't have a floating thing and the tidal wave was so strong that I started to panic and swam over to the edge. I grabbed for a part of the ladder and tried to pull myself out but the wave action was so strong that I couldn't get out. I just kept getting beat against the side of the pool with each wave. It was horrible and at the end of the tidal waves I was thoroughly exhausted from pulling myself up each time a big wave came so I didn't go under. Now, if I was at the middle of the pool "riding the waves" I would have been better off. If I had an inner tube I would have actually enjoyed the tidal wave, but instead I was at the wrong place and had to hold on until I was exhausted.
When I was even smaller I used to ride on those merry-go-round type rides on the playground. The kind that had the metal bars that led from the edge of the ride, up and arched to come back down somewhere near the center. Usually a kid ran around holding onto one of the bars and once it got going pretty fast then they were able to hop on. If you were in the middle you could look out and get dizzy, or you could focus on someone and just enjoy the ride. The kids standing in the middle got the same effect, but if you were on the outside of the ride, the centrifical force made your body want to fly off of the ride, so there you were .... holding on tightly.
Now, remember your own childhood. Any of these experiences happen to you? Are you holding onto life too tightly now and not enjoying the ride?
Part of my problem is that I try to squeeze in too many things. I have done much better at this since I started the stores. I focus on them and my family much more than all the "other" things I previously had to do. I have made a choice about priorities in my life and I must say it is about time!
I have a real problem with committment too. I decided this last month that I was committed to making the stores a success and that I was going to "embrace my space" in downtown Mac. I really wanted to get on the main drag through town and was dissappointed with my bad luck in finding the right size, right location, right price. There was nothing there for me, so I am staying put and embracing my space. Yesterday we started an overhaul of the space. Right now, about 50% is painted. I have moved around things to give me more room where I need it. Things are an absolute mess to be honest, but I am excited at the ability to make it more what I want it to be!
And that is what is all about right? I can control my days, I can control where I am and at what time I am there. And maybe I won't have to hold on so tightly anymore and I can finally enjoy the ride.
SEPT. 1, 2006
It brings me back to my childhood. The number of times I was at the wrong place at the right time.
If you aren't quite understanding, here is a explanation: When I was a kid I visited a water park. I was in the big pool where all the kids are on inner tubes or floating things and the tidal wave came on. I didn't have a floating thing and the tidal wave was so strong that I started to panic and swam over to the edge. I grabbed for a part of the ladder and tried to pull myself out but the wave action was so strong that I couldn't get out. I just kept getting beat against the side of the pool with each wave. It was horrible and at the end of the tidal waves I was thoroughly exhausted from pulling myself up each time a big wave came so I didn't go under. Now, if I was at the middle of the pool "riding the waves" I would have been better off. If I had an inner tube I would have actually enjoyed the tidal wave, but instead I was at the wrong place and had to hold on until I was exhausted.
When I was even smaller I used to ride on those merry-go-round type rides on the playground. The kind that had the metal bars that led from the edge of the ride, up and arched to come back down somewhere near the center. Usually a kid ran around holding onto one of the bars and once it got going pretty fast then they were able to hop on. If you were in the middle you could look out and get dizzy, or you could focus on someone and just enjoy the ride. The kids standing in the middle got the same effect, but if you were on the outside of the ride, the centrifical force made your body want to fly off of the ride, so there you were .... holding on tightly.
Now, remember your own childhood. Any of these experiences happen to you? Are you holding onto life too tightly now and not enjoying the ride?
Part of my problem is that I try to squeeze in too many things. I have done much better at this since I started the stores. I focus on them and my family much more than all the "other" things I previously had to do. I have made a choice about priorities in my life and I must say it is about time!
I have a real problem with committment too. I decided this last month that I was committed to making the stores a success and that I was going to "embrace my space" in downtown Mac. I really wanted to get on the main drag through town and was dissappointed with my bad luck in finding the right size, right location, right price. There was nothing there for me, so I am staying put and embracing my space. Yesterday we started an overhaul of the space. Right now, about 50% is painted. I have moved around things to give me more room where I need it. Things are an absolute mess to be honest, but I am excited at the ability to make it more what I want it to be!
And that is what is all about right? I can control my days, I can control where I am and at what time I am there. And maybe I won't have to hold on so tightly anymore and I can finally enjoy the ride.
SEPT. 1, 2006
Anyone find a finger in the kitchen?
So it is Monday. Wonderful, lovely Monday. I am at the coast store today and still nursing a little bit of a headache from the rake whack.
Yesterday we got together with my best friend, Tina, and her husband, Steve. It was Steve's birthday so we went out to the rooftop (in the heat!) and had a great late lunch and drinks. After that we strolled down to La Rambla for dessert and drinks. It was quite lovely.
Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without a little drama or hecticness, now would it? I mean, I am a magnet for the little things in life that get completely out of hand.
While I was biting into my seared Ahi steak my cell phone rang. It was Sonya. Jordan, the young man who was babysitting my kids for a couple of hours while we were out and also Sonya's son, cut himself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So she took him to the ER and dropped the kids at her house with her husband.
He was alright after all, he did nick off the pad of one his digits so the fingerprint will never be the same again I am sure, but the bleeding stopped and he will live to play soccer and basketball and use his finger to do God knows what in the future. So all is well.
He even told his mom that I didn't have to pay him for the time he did spend with the kids. How sweet is that? Sure, come over to my house, loose a body part and then tell me I don't have to pay you for working. It is a sweet little system I have going over here. Anyone want to do some yardwork with a tempermental rotatiller or weedwhacker? I will provide free transportation to the ER if you happen to loose your foot or a couple of toes. And whatever you got done before the offing is for my benefit, so don't expect to get paid.
Of course, I am sure he is at his attorney's this morning giving a deposition about how we carelessly laid some really sharp scissors around our house in the hopes of having an accident in our family now that we have signed up for Aflac. But it isn't true!!!! I swear it isn't so!!
I will give Jordan his due pay sometime this week. And I am not heartless, geez, I just have to make light of all the whacky things that happen in my life. It is just not normal, but for some reason it is for me. So I am happy as a little clam in my world of chaos, so here is wishing you a wonderful week as well.
Aug. 28, 2006
Yesterday we got together with my best friend, Tina, and her husband, Steve. It was Steve's birthday so we went out to the rooftop (in the heat!) and had a great late lunch and drinks. After that we strolled down to La Rambla for dessert and drinks. It was quite lovely.
Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without a little drama or hecticness, now would it? I mean, I am a magnet for the little things in life that get completely out of hand.
While I was biting into my seared Ahi steak my cell phone rang. It was Sonya. Jordan, the young man who was babysitting my kids for a couple of hours while we were out and also Sonya's son, cut himself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So she took him to the ER and dropped the kids at her house with her husband.
He was alright after all, he did nick off the pad of one his digits so the fingerprint will never be the same again I am sure, but the bleeding stopped and he will live to play soccer and basketball and use his finger to do God knows what in the future. So all is well.
He even told his mom that I didn't have to pay him for the time he did spend with the kids. How sweet is that? Sure, come over to my house, loose a body part and then tell me I don't have to pay you for working. It is a sweet little system I have going over here. Anyone want to do some yardwork with a tempermental rotatiller or weedwhacker? I will provide free transportation to the ER if you happen to loose your foot or a couple of toes. And whatever you got done before the offing is for my benefit, so don't expect to get paid.
Of course, I am sure he is at his attorney's this morning giving a deposition about how we carelessly laid some really sharp scissors around our house in the hopes of having an accident in our family now that we have signed up for Aflac. But it isn't true!!!! I swear it isn't so!!
I will give Jordan his due pay sometime this week. And I am not heartless, geez, I just have to make light of all the whacky things that happen in my life. It is just not normal, but for some reason it is for me. So I am happy as a little clam in my world of chaos, so here is wishing you a wonderful week as well.
Aug. 28, 2006
Forget Stacy Dumbass, here is to Paul Shithead!
So Paul read my blog yesterday and tears came streaming down his face as he remembered the incident of the dumbass.
When he got to the end, he thought it wasn't so funny after all, especially with the thought of payback at the end. I got a phone call and a begging whimpering to please not post what was so funny about him. Actually it was, "I will kill you."
Well, he really wouldn't kill me, although he does look good in orange.
But, as Ryan so eloquently said in his comment, payback is a bitch. And I am Paul's bitch so here goes:
Paul was out in the backyard when he informed me that he "thought he shit himself when he farted."
I couldn't laugh at that because I was nursing my head with an icebag and laughing means that the skin of my face will press upwards and the pressure it inserts onto my "goose egg" caused imbearable pain, so no smiling.
And for those of you who know Paul -- he is the smelliest, nastiest bastard ever when it comes to stench. So bad in fact, that they called him "Back Blast" for years in the Army. He could take down his entire unit with one Back Blast in formation. Since he was a team leader he always stood in front and proudly popped one off when the Captain was addressing the troops. Of course they wanted to duck and cover, but had to stay perfectly still in the lineup.
Anyway, back to the story. He came in and ran upstairs, closed the door to the boys bathroom. A minute later I heard a "Holy Shit" and then the fan flipped on. A minute or so later the door opened. I was downstairs when I got a whiff of stench. It was as if someone had died.
Paul didn't come downstairs and a couple of minutes later I started to worry about him. I had to put my shirt over my face and I ascended the stairs. My eyes started to water as I passed the open door of the bathroom. The water level on the toilet was even with the lid when I walked by and was hoping that it wouldn't runneth over!
Then I heard that the shower was on. So I went into our bathroom, where Paul was taking a shower. He had shit so hard he had soiled himself!
Now, that requires a giggle at least.
My kids came trooping through the front door moments later and asked, "what is that smell mommy?"
Everyone was absolutely petrified. What the hell had Paul eaten? Or drank for that matter to cause such a blast? We have no idea, but it was really bad.
He threw his clothes directly into the washing machine, because really, deep down he is a thoughtful person.
I am not though. So ha ha Pauly! Got you back. And by the way it is Saturday and I still have a swollen forehead!
Aug. 26, 2006
When he got to the end, he thought it wasn't so funny after all, especially with the thought of payback at the end. I got a phone call and a begging whimpering to please not post what was so funny about him. Actually it was, "I will kill you."
Well, he really wouldn't kill me, although he does look good in orange.
But, as Ryan so eloquently said in his comment, payback is a bitch. And I am Paul's bitch so here goes:
Paul was out in the backyard when he informed me that he "thought he shit himself when he farted."
I couldn't laugh at that because I was nursing my head with an icebag and laughing means that the skin of my face will press upwards and the pressure it inserts onto my "goose egg" caused imbearable pain, so no smiling.
And for those of you who know Paul -- he is the smelliest, nastiest bastard ever when it comes to stench. So bad in fact, that they called him "Back Blast" for years in the Army. He could take down his entire unit with one Back Blast in formation. Since he was a team leader he always stood in front and proudly popped one off when the Captain was addressing the troops. Of course they wanted to duck and cover, but had to stay perfectly still in the lineup.
Anyway, back to the story. He came in and ran upstairs, closed the door to the boys bathroom. A minute later I heard a "Holy Shit" and then the fan flipped on. A minute or so later the door opened. I was downstairs when I got a whiff of stench. It was as if someone had died.
Paul didn't come downstairs and a couple of minutes later I started to worry about him. I had to put my shirt over my face and I ascended the stairs. My eyes started to water as I passed the open door of the bathroom. The water level on the toilet was even with the lid when I walked by and was hoping that it wouldn't runneth over!
Then I heard that the shower was on. So I went into our bathroom, where Paul was taking a shower. He had shit so hard he had soiled himself!
Now, that requires a giggle at least.
My kids came trooping through the front door moments later and asked, "what is that smell mommy?"
Everyone was absolutely petrified. What the hell had Paul eaten? Or drank for that matter to cause such a blast? We have no idea, but it was really bad.
He threw his clothes directly into the washing machine, because really, deep down he is a thoughtful person.
I am not though. So ha ha Pauly! Got you back. And by the way it is Saturday and I still have a swollen forehead!
Aug. 26, 2006
Forget Happy Gilmore, here's to Stacy Dumbass
OK. So those of you that are closest to me know my life is somewhat of a sitcom. Since leaving my job last year, my mornings are no longer a comedy sketch, but gaining on the normal side of life. However, incidents throughout my day are likely to wind up in a book of laughs someday.
So last night has to be written down somewhere, so I can go back and laugh at it. I cannot laugh now, as it hurts too much to laugh and I still don't find it very funny. But I have been assured by my darling husband that it is funny. What a fucker.
As I made my way out to our garden, checking the progress of a few varieties of tomato, peppers and the stunning growth of our two watermelons I stepped on a rake. After firmly planting my foot down on the steel tongs, I realized my mistake and went to shield my face. However, unlike the stud I think I am, my reflexes denied me protection from the wooden pole that came upright way to quickly and cracked my own melon with a proper thud.
By the time I could see light again (this took all of two seconds probably) I was holding the tender spot on my forehead that had withstood the whack and was throbbing like a live heart in a science experiment. The proverbial "goose egg" was formed within seconds and I rushed into the house to pronounce to my husband that he was an idiot for not putting the rake away.
Of course, once he found out what had happened he started to laugh like a hyena until tears formed in his eyes. Insensitive bastard. He couldn't really love me, now could he? How can he be laughing when I was in such pain?
I do realize that this sort of thing only happens in cartoons, comic strips, and bad comedy routines, and apparently now in my life. So maybe, just maybe I will find it funny ... someday.
But I nursed the egg with an ice bag and went to bed early last night. But not early enough to witness something that was truly funny. And it just so happened that it happened to my darling husband.
Should I tell? Dare I tell? Those of you that know my husband know that he is the strong, silent type, while I am anything but. I don't care to tell the world how I feel, what I do, and I publicly make mistakes everyday. But Paul is not that way and I can't help but think that I will shred away a layer of trust by telling his story. I will leave it up to you. If you want to know, then leave a comment letting me know that you want to.
Aug. 25, 2006
So last night has to be written down somewhere, so I can go back and laugh at it. I cannot laugh now, as it hurts too much to laugh and I still don't find it very funny. But I have been assured by my darling husband that it is funny. What a fucker.
As I made my way out to our garden, checking the progress of a few varieties of tomato, peppers and the stunning growth of our two watermelons I stepped on a rake. After firmly planting my foot down on the steel tongs, I realized my mistake and went to shield my face. However, unlike the stud I think I am, my reflexes denied me protection from the wooden pole that came upright way to quickly and cracked my own melon with a proper thud.
By the time I could see light again (this took all of two seconds probably) I was holding the tender spot on my forehead that had withstood the whack and was throbbing like a live heart in a science experiment. The proverbial "goose egg" was formed within seconds and I rushed into the house to pronounce to my husband that he was an idiot for not putting the rake away.
Of course, once he found out what had happened he started to laugh like a hyena until tears formed in his eyes. Insensitive bastard. He couldn't really love me, now could he? How can he be laughing when I was in such pain?
I do realize that this sort of thing only happens in cartoons, comic strips, and bad comedy routines, and apparently now in my life. So maybe, just maybe I will find it funny ... someday.
But I nursed the egg with an ice bag and went to bed early last night. But not early enough to witness something that was truly funny. And it just so happened that it happened to my darling husband.
Should I tell? Dare I tell? Those of you that know my husband know that he is the strong, silent type, while I am anything but. I don't care to tell the world how I feel, what I do, and I publicly make mistakes everyday. But Paul is not that way and I can't help but think that I will shred away a layer of trust by telling his story. I will leave it up to you. If you want to know, then leave a comment letting me know that you want to.
Aug. 25, 2006
Hump Day
Tomorrow is Wednesday...aka Hump Day. I am ready for it! I have tomorrow off, which means that I will work half of the day in Mac. Tina is coming out to visit and I will probably drive Paul to work in the morning so he can pick up his brand new van. I have tons of cleaning to do ... just in my bedroom. The rest of the house is in decent shape and the nanny and the boys keep it nice and tidy. I am coming down with a slight cold. I can tell because my throat is scratchy and my ears are very tender -- those are the signs for me. I wish I could just sleep in, but alas a day off isn't all that it sounds like is it?
Aug. 22, 2006
Aug. 22, 2006
First day
Paul had his first day at his new job yesterday. He loved it. He is very excited about this new job and he deserves it! I am glad to see him so happy.
On another note, when I called home last night, Paul was crying. He had been watching the new Spike Lee mini-series about Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina really did a number on Paul. He hasn't been the same since he got back. I am hoping that he is able to get some help for his psyche. He is so emotional about the ordeal and it is still very "raw" for him.
I am sitting in LC today. The day here is absolutely beautiful. The store hasn't been too busy this morning, so I am just taking some time out to write this blog.
On Sunday I went shopping with the familia for Back To School. Geez, already! William is going to be my big third grader. I am so blown away by the thought that I have a third grader! He is getting so big it is incredible. He is wearing a size 12. I just can't believe it. This year he can play football and we have asked him if he wants to. He is definitely built for football. But he is more interested in getting into the dolphin program at the aquatic center. He just loves swimming and loves the water!
Jack is going to be 5 in November. That is another brain blower. He is soooooo little! Opposite build of his big brother. He is moving up to the older age group in gymnastics already and he loves his nanny, Lynda. He is so limber and petite....I am jealous.
Both boys spend their Fridays with their Grandma and Papa during the summer, and they are spoiled to no end. They have a certain routine there and love the safety, security and unconditional love they have at their grandparents house. I am so blessed to have them in our lives. We stopped by with my mom on Sunday and chatted. My mom had picked up a special licorice she had talked to Grams about, so we dropped it off for her. I am so glad that they like each other and get along well. My family is pretty easy going that way. I hope we start our family dinners up again. It was really nice to see everyone every Sunday. I think Grams got a kick out the huge difference between John, Dianne and I. I talked to my mom the other day noting that John and Dianne are so completely different from each other. John has no traits of Dianne, and Dianne has no traits of John. I on the other hand, have a few traits of both, so it is easier for me to get along with each of them. But they clash like oil and vinegar. I will leave it to you to guess which one is which.
I have been hopping to trade shows on the weekends in Washington and Oregon. A lot of new products have been coming out and I am trying to stay on top of it all. Ordering for the stores and displaying the new products is fun, but I hate the budgeting part! I want it all!
I have been running the businesses on a cash basis only and it has been working very well for us, but I just drool over all the new stuff that comes out at the summer CHA show and it is hard to wait....
John has been working pretty much full time at the stores this summer. He does a great job. The women just love him. He is very good at selling things. This winter I will be demo'ing the Creative Cutter and trying to get them into the hands of local crafters. I think this is the perfect thing for John. It is an expensive tool, and he is good at pitching more expensive items.
I gotta run....
Aug. 22, 2006
On another note, when I called home last night, Paul was crying. He had been watching the new Spike Lee mini-series about Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina really did a number on Paul. He hasn't been the same since he got back. I am hoping that he is able to get some help for his psyche. He is so emotional about the ordeal and it is still very "raw" for him.
I am sitting in LC today. The day here is absolutely beautiful. The store hasn't been too busy this morning, so I am just taking some time out to write this blog.
On Sunday I went shopping with the familia for Back To School. Geez, already! William is going to be my big third grader. I am so blown away by the thought that I have a third grader! He is getting so big it is incredible. He is wearing a size 12. I just can't believe it. This year he can play football and we have asked him if he wants to. He is definitely built for football. But he is more interested in getting into the dolphin program at the aquatic center. He just loves swimming and loves the water!
Jack is going to be 5 in November. That is another brain blower. He is soooooo little! Opposite build of his big brother. He is moving up to the older age group in gymnastics already and he loves his nanny, Lynda. He is so limber and petite....I am jealous.
Both boys spend their Fridays with their Grandma and Papa during the summer, and they are spoiled to no end. They have a certain routine there and love the safety, security and unconditional love they have at their grandparents house. I am so blessed to have them in our lives. We stopped by with my mom on Sunday and chatted. My mom had picked up a special licorice she had talked to Grams about, so we dropped it off for her. I am so glad that they like each other and get along well. My family is pretty easy going that way. I hope we start our family dinners up again. It was really nice to see everyone every Sunday. I think Grams got a kick out the huge difference between John, Dianne and I. I talked to my mom the other day noting that John and Dianne are so completely different from each other. John has no traits of Dianne, and Dianne has no traits of John. I on the other hand, have a few traits of both, so it is easier for me to get along with each of them. But they clash like oil and vinegar. I will leave it to you to guess which one is which.
I have been hopping to trade shows on the weekends in Washington and Oregon. A lot of new products have been coming out and I am trying to stay on top of it all. Ordering for the stores and displaying the new products is fun, but I hate the budgeting part! I want it all!
I have been running the businesses on a cash basis only and it has been working very well for us, but I just drool over all the new stuff that comes out at the summer CHA show and it is hard to wait....
John has been working pretty much full time at the stores this summer. He does a great job. The women just love him. He is very good at selling things. This winter I will be demo'ing the Creative Cutter and trying to get them into the hands of local crafters. I think this is the perfect thing for John. It is an expensive tool, and he is good at pitching more expensive items.
I gotta run....
Aug. 22, 2006
Wow...
It has been a week since I wrote and a lot has happened.
After the birthday party last weekend I started to throw up... and blood followed. I got home ok, but spent the bulk of the night in the ER. Suspecting a Mallory Weiss tear in my esophogus, I have been put on Aciphex again. I took it for 8 weeks a couple of years ago when I had an ulcer. So hopefully it will heal and all will be well again.
William left for camp last Sunday and came home on Friday. I haven't hardly seen him at all. He stopped in McMinnville for a brief moment to give me big hugs and kisses -- he was filthy!!! But he loved every minute of camp. The big news -- he learned archery and is very excited about it.
On Wednesday Paul was laid off from his job. I knew something was up that morning from a message he left from someone else's cell phone. He walked through the house door about an hour later letting me know what happened.
This was a blessing. Paul hated his job, the suppressive bastards he worked for, and the lack of ethics and morals the President and Vice-President showed on a daily basis. He was also sick about how the homeowners were being treated and couldn't believe the shoddy construction that was actually being sold!
That afternoon I faxed off three of Paul's resumes. He had a job offer in the bank at his former employer, and two of the three companies called by the end of the day and set up interviews for Friday.
Friday he was offered two more jobs. He picked the best of three. He will work closer to home, for a small homebuilder with a small team. He will still be a manager, but actually have the ability to make a difference. He is very excited. He really liked the owner and the construction manager. I think I am going to go and meet them on Tuesday when Paul picks up his company car. Yes! He gets a company car and a company gas card. That alone is going to save us big $. I have talked to Paul about selling his truck, in exchange for an older truck -- like Donkey, who he still misses.
We see Donkey around town sometimes. Donkey is a 1994 Dodge Ram with Turbo Diesel that we got for a steal of a deal at an estate sale. It was a work horse. It only had 36,000 miles on it ... not even broken in for a diesel, but when we moved to the new house, we didn't have all the parking space that we had on Galloway. So we sold Donkey.
The flip side in the deal is the bonus program and the benefits. Our insurance is going to cost more and they don't have a bonus program like the last two builders did. But oh well. I will update on Paul's job once he breaks in and figures it all out.
Of course, my week was more than that, but Jack is on the toilet yelling for wipes. I have to jet out of here and go to a tradeshow in Vancouver. So I am out for today.
Aug. 13, 2006
After the birthday party last weekend I started to throw up... and blood followed. I got home ok, but spent the bulk of the night in the ER. Suspecting a Mallory Weiss tear in my esophogus, I have been put on Aciphex again. I took it for 8 weeks a couple of years ago when I had an ulcer. So hopefully it will heal and all will be well again.
William left for camp last Sunday and came home on Friday. I haven't hardly seen him at all. He stopped in McMinnville for a brief moment to give me big hugs and kisses -- he was filthy!!! But he loved every minute of camp. The big news -- he learned archery and is very excited about it.
On Wednesday Paul was laid off from his job. I knew something was up that morning from a message he left from someone else's cell phone. He walked through the house door about an hour later letting me know what happened.
This was a blessing. Paul hated his job, the suppressive bastards he worked for, and the lack of ethics and morals the President and Vice-President showed on a daily basis. He was also sick about how the homeowners were being treated and couldn't believe the shoddy construction that was actually being sold!
That afternoon I faxed off three of Paul's resumes. He had a job offer in the bank at his former employer, and two of the three companies called by the end of the day and set up interviews for Friday.
Friday he was offered two more jobs. He picked the best of three. He will work closer to home, for a small homebuilder with a small team. He will still be a manager, but actually have the ability to make a difference. He is very excited. He really liked the owner and the construction manager. I think I am going to go and meet them on Tuesday when Paul picks up his company car. Yes! He gets a company car and a company gas card. That alone is going to save us big $. I have talked to Paul about selling his truck, in exchange for an older truck -- like Donkey, who he still misses.
We see Donkey around town sometimes. Donkey is a 1994 Dodge Ram with Turbo Diesel that we got for a steal of a deal at an estate sale. It was a work horse. It only had 36,000 miles on it ... not even broken in for a diesel, but when we moved to the new house, we didn't have all the parking space that we had on Galloway. So we sold Donkey.
The flip side in the deal is the bonus program and the benefits. Our insurance is going to cost more and they don't have a bonus program like the last two builders did. But oh well. I will update on Paul's job once he breaks in and figures it all out.
Of course, my week was more than that, but Jack is on the toilet yelling for wipes. I have to jet out of here and go to a tradeshow in Vancouver. So I am out for today.
Aug. 13, 2006
Hypersmile
Current mood: happy
For some reason I just remembered that a nickname of mine in college was hypersmile. It was my first online name too-- Hypersmile@aol.com. I had happy face icons printed on my checks.
My boyfriend during those college years nicknamed me permagrin.
Obviously I smiled a lot. I still smile a lot, but I have learned that extended smiling can make your face hurt. It also causes wrinkles.
I try to "relax" my face more now. I take time out and actually think about not smiling. I really try to relax the muscle in between my eyebrows because I have a permanent line/crease there now. I had a very close friend of the family (she was practically a grandmother to me) that used to tape her forehead every night before she went to sleep trying to uncrease that line. Virginia would be thrilled if she were still alive to know that now she could go in and have a Botox shot every six months or so to relieve that pesky line!
I haven't really thought about having a Botox shot, but you never know. Another friend of the family went and had a Botox shot a week or so before a class reunion of hers and it practically paralyzed the entire left side of her face. I think she skipped the reunion.... It was only a temporary paralysis thank goodness, but it was highly traumatic for her, and for my mother that had to endure her wailing on the phone for quite a while.
Luckily smile lines are not as bad a smoking lines. So that is a plus as I don't smoke. But long periods of smiling can cause more lines to appear around the eyes.
Do it. Come on, do it. Smile really big. Can't you feel the cheek flesh rise up above the cheekbone and invade your eye orbits? If you get out a mirror I am sure you will notice that the cheek fat invasion causes fine lines around the outer edges of your eyes.
Again, I don't know why this just popped into my head, but oh well. Now you know. I have a tendency to smile too much. And lately it is a SEG. Since we are living in a world of acronyms, I decided to make up my own. I can do whatever I want since this is my world. So what is an SEG? That my friend is something for me to know and you to find out.
Later. And I will detail the use of a SEG. I am sure that on Monday, during my day in Lincoln City I will have to use one.
I am not going to write tomorrow because I have a full day. I drop William off in Salem to catch a bus. He is off for a week at Camp Arrah Wannah. Then Jack and I will abscond to Hillsboro to a Sponge Bob birthday party for our two-year-old Emilia.
It should be fun. And I sure I will have a day full of smiles.
Toodles.
Aug. 5, 2006
For some reason I just remembered that a nickname of mine in college was hypersmile. It was my first online name too-- Hypersmile@aol.com. I had happy face icons printed on my checks.
My boyfriend during those college years nicknamed me permagrin.
Obviously I smiled a lot. I still smile a lot, but I have learned that extended smiling can make your face hurt. It also causes wrinkles.
I try to "relax" my face more now. I take time out and actually think about not smiling. I really try to relax the muscle in between my eyebrows because I have a permanent line/crease there now. I had a very close friend of the family (she was practically a grandmother to me) that used to tape her forehead every night before she went to sleep trying to uncrease that line. Virginia would be thrilled if she were still alive to know that now she could go in and have a Botox shot every six months or so to relieve that pesky line!
I haven't really thought about having a Botox shot, but you never know. Another friend of the family went and had a Botox shot a week or so before a class reunion of hers and it practically paralyzed the entire left side of her face. I think she skipped the reunion.... It was only a temporary paralysis thank goodness, but it was highly traumatic for her, and for my mother that had to endure her wailing on the phone for quite a while.
Luckily smile lines are not as bad a smoking lines. So that is a plus as I don't smoke. But long periods of smiling can cause more lines to appear around the eyes.
Do it. Come on, do it. Smile really big. Can't you feel the cheek flesh rise up above the cheekbone and invade your eye orbits? If you get out a mirror I am sure you will notice that the cheek fat invasion causes fine lines around the outer edges of your eyes.
Again, I don't know why this just popped into my head, but oh well. Now you know. I have a tendency to smile too much. And lately it is a SEG. Since we are living in a world of acronyms, I decided to make up my own. I can do whatever I want since this is my world. So what is an SEG? That my friend is something for me to know and you to find out.
Later. And I will detail the use of a SEG. I am sure that on Monday, during my day in Lincoln City I will have to use one.
I am not going to write tomorrow because I have a full day. I drop William off in Salem to catch a bus. He is off for a week at Camp Arrah Wannah. Then Jack and I will abscond to Hillsboro to a Sponge Bob birthday party for our two-year-old Emilia.
It should be fun. And I sure I will have a day full of smiles.
Toodles.
Aug. 5, 2006
August...already
Current mood: amused
Can't believe it is August already. Not to be too cliche, but time does fly.... Aghhhh I can't believe I wrote that. It makes me want to vomit. In fact, a lot of things have made me want to do that lately. The world is just getting too damn disgusting.
I find myself forcing myself to write this blog today because I have been a slacker. And I really don't have much to say or much time to say it.
So I will leave it with this. Take 10 minutes out of your day to sit and relax. Breathe deeply. Contemplate your life, the choices you can make and the state of the world today.
Then go to the toilet and vomit because we all know that once you ponder those things your head starts to race with thoughts, your pulse inches up a few beats a minute, the sweat starts to bead on the brow and you wonder how in the world you got here in the first place.
Ciao!
Aug. 4, 2006
Can't believe it is August already. Not to be too cliche, but time does fly.... Aghhhh I can't believe I wrote that. It makes me want to vomit. In fact, a lot of things have made me want to do that lately. The world is just getting too damn disgusting.
I find myself forcing myself to write this blog today because I have been a slacker. And I really don't have much to say or much time to say it.
So I will leave it with this. Take 10 minutes out of your day to sit and relax. Breathe deeply. Contemplate your life, the choices you can make and the state of the world today.
Then go to the toilet and vomit because we all know that once you ponder those things your head starts to race with thoughts, your pulse inches up a few beats a minute, the sweat starts to bead on the brow and you wonder how in the world you got here in the first place.
Ciao!
Aug. 4, 2006
Better questions than usual .... from bulletin
So tired of same ol Q's so lets see if I can think of something that's a little more interesting...and i'll tell ya what, if you repost this add a question to it that you think is never asked...1) If you were forced to shoot one person to save all of mankind, who would you choose to shoot?This answer would vary every day. The true AntiChrist if it were revealed to me. 2) Now if you had to make love to one person to save all of mankind who would you choose?I would have to go for Brad Pitt.3)If you had to be a part of an automobile, what part would you be?Steering Wheel
4)You woke up this am and you are the opposite sex, what's the first thing you would do? Freak out.5)If you had to give up one addicting habit you have in exchange for 3.5 million dollars, what would it be?I would stop eating candy.6)Have you ever wanted to add someone to your myspace just so you could be mean to them?No. But I have wanted to mean to people that are on myspace.7)What is the one thing that could make you lose total respect for someone?Lying8)What is the one thing that would draw you toward a person you otherwise find repulsive? I don't get this question. Repulsive how?9) What are you sick of on myspace?Idiots10) How do you make your coffee?with cream11) What is the worst meal you ever cooked?Spanish Rice when I was 8 years old. I put rice and the tomato sauce in the pan. I didn't know you were supposed to cook the rice first and it was hard and crunchy. Then I burnt it. Then I burnt my finger. That is why Paul cooks now.12) What is the best homemade meal you ever cooked??13) What is one thing that people do on the freeway that has nothing to do with their driving that drives you nuts?Doing things they shouldn't be doing, like reading or searching for something in the backseat when they should be paying attention to the road!14) Are you a city person or country person?The "city" is drifting from this city girl, so I would like to put more "country" in the answer.15) If you were wealthy and could do anything what would it be?I would travel around the world with my kids and use it as a tool to teach them history and culture,etc.16) What is the biggest turn off for you when you meet someone new?Chauvinistic or bragger17) What is one thing about yourself you wish you never lose?Compassion18)What is one thing you'd like to give to one person that can not be bought or sold?peace19) What is one area in your life that you wish you were stronger in?focus20) What is one change you've made in your life within the past 5 years that is positive?Stopped trying to reach out to people that didn't care21)What person influenced you to make this change(whether it was because they were supportive or because of something hurtful they did, etc)?My brother-in-law. See question 16.22) What is one thing you do intoxicated that you would never do sober?I generally make a fool of myself while sober, and am hardly ever intoxicated, so I can't really answer this question.23) What is something you wish to accomplish this week, year and century?-week: Get caught up on laundry and clean my room! -year: Take the kids on our first family vacation.-century: Retire while being able enough to enjoy it.24) You're given the gift to cure either cancer or AIDS. Which do you chose and why?-cancer, it affects more people25) Name the most profound, lifeshaping event that has hapened to you thus far?Having my children26) Are you spiritual?Yes
July 31, 2006
600
Current mood: tired
Well, I am almost at 600 blog hits. That is exciting for me considering that I have only been on myspace for a few short months and starting writing blogs for myspace "friends" only at the beginning, when I didn' t have that many. A lot of my hits come from non-"friends" since I have made this blog public.
I am exhausted tonight since I spent the day with Paul and the boys at Oaks Park. It was Paul's company picnic and we trekked up there after I got out of the shop at 11 a.m.
The weather was absolutely perfect! We all had a great time. I didn't get to ride hardly any rides today though. Jack is too small to go on any of the bigger rides, so either William went solo, or in the case of the bumper cars it was Big Willy style and Paul.
I did figure out the winning "gun" on the water game and went back to it three times throughout the day and won on it all three times. Oh yeah, all my winnings traded in got Paul a stuffed Patrick the Sea Star in a hula outfit. Destined to be a collectors item someday I am sure.
So we had a great day and came home. I got to hang with my mom, brother and sister after I dropped the family off and now I am home for the night and back on the computer checking emails and pounding out these notes.....
Tomorrow I teach scrapbooking to 450 women at Chinook Winds. Yeah me! I also am giving them all a 15% off coupon for the weekend, so lets cross our fingers that these ladies hit the store hard this weekend. Buy it all ladies! Sunday we will be having a patio party for "ladies only" at 1 p.m. -- can't wait.
Hasta la vista...
July 28, 2006
Well, I am almost at 600 blog hits. That is exciting for me considering that I have only been on myspace for a few short months and starting writing blogs for myspace "friends" only at the beginning, when I didn' t have that many. A lot of my hits come from non-"friends" since I have made this blog public.
I am exhausted tonight since I spent the day with Paul and the boys at Oaks Park. It was Paul's company picnic and we trekked up there after I got out of the shop at 11 a.m.
The weather was absolutely perfect! We all had a great time. I didn't get to ride hardly any rides today though. Jack is too small to go on any of the bigger rides, so either William went solo, or in the case of the bumper cars it was Big Willy style and Paul.
I did figure out the winning "gun" on the water game and went back to it three times throughout the day and won on it all three times. Oh yeah, all my winnings traded in got Paul a stuffed Patrick the Sea Star in a hula outfit. Destined to be a collectors item someday I am sure.
So we had a great day and came home. I got to hang with my mom, brother and sister after I dropped the family off and now I am home for the night and back on the computer checking emails and pounding out these notes.....
Tomorrow I teach scrapbooking to 450 women at Chinook Winds. Yeah me! I also am giving them all a 15% off coupon for the weekend, so lets cross our fingers that these ladies hit the store hard this weekend. Buy it all ladies! Sunday we will be having a patio party for "ladies only" at 1 p.m. -- can't wait.
Hasta la vista...
July 28, 2006
Truly Shitty Things To Do To People....
Current mood: creative
I have so much hatred in me for one particular person I can hardly take it anymore.
I try not to hate, because it is unGodly and can wreak havoc with your insides.... I have gotten over my hatred of a couple of people during my short-lived life so far and I am much better for it. First person: My former step-monster Gorette -- aka, Goretched. Oh, I dreamt of ways to see her life end in horror. I never had enough money or guts to have someone do it for me or just do it myself, so I am pretty sure she still inhabits this planet. I plainly remember telling my father on his wedding day, "If you marry her you will never see me or your grandkids." I cried profusely as he walked down the aisle.
Then in a strange turn of events, not really strange you see as I knew she was a psycho beast from the moment I met her, my father spent two years on the lam trying to escape Goretched. He toured the USA in his Mazerati and camped at state parks and who knows where else trying to get away from her.
She who laughs last....
Anyway, she is history in our family and my father wasn't with her when I did get married and actually had kids, so he has been a part of his grandkids life. Oh, what a feel good story this is.
But I do clearly remember thinking about cutting break lines, planting car bombs, arson, hired sharp-shooters, etc. just to name a few, while I was in my active hating days.
Those thoughts came fleeting back to my mind in the 1998-99-2000 when my thoughts of hatred came back. This time against another woman -- Jill Martinis. That was my husband's ex-wife and she was again, another psycho beast from hell.
These two women had a lot of things in common. Like they lied so much and it was such a nonchalant part of their everyday life that they actually believed their lies to be true. Sad, but true. You could tell the way she talked that she actually believed her lies. Even when the lies morphed in a conversation of no less than 10 minutes. She could be talking to you and say four different things about the same thing in a phone conversation. At the time I wished I had $10K to take care of the problem. But again, I have gotten over it.
And she moved on to the next victim.... They all do. Now she is Jill Stephanelli and her social security number is .....just kidding. That would be truly shitty. I do have her social. I have kept it all these years, just wondering what to do with the information I have on her. But alas, it remains hidden away in a filing cabinet, because I do know that these evil human beings that walk along side the rest of us from day to day will get theirs in the end.
If you are an athiest, or even an agnostic, you might believe in Kharma over Hell. I believe in both. Kharma works its magic during ones life on the earth. And the best thing about it is you get to see it in action. Hell takes place after we have "shuffled off this mortal coil," to procure a segment of MacBeth from our great playwright Shakespeare.
They get tortured for eternity in Hell, which seems like what we are when they are still on earth...
Anyway, to get to some truly shitty things to do people: I borrow this from my lovely and very vindictive sister, Dianne. She is one of those bitches that you never want to mess with. Trust me on this. I on the other hand am I bitch you can totally mess with. I have no emotional intelligence -- when the going gets rough I tear up and get all reactive. It would be great if I could keep my hormones in check and actually say the right thing at the right time. But this never happens. I am useless in spontaneous confrontation. If I have time to think about the confrontation before it actually happens, then great -- more power to me. But this rarely happens.
A long time ago, when Dianne was pissed off at someone ( I forget who at this point, it was so long ago) she told me the secret of See's Dogs Logs.
Here is the recipe for said confection:
Buy a box of See's Candies and eat the entire contents of the box, all the while thinking of the person you hate. Save all the brown little wrappers the candy is inserted into.
Find a neighbor, or friend who owns a: poodle, dachshund, pomeranian, etc. Make sure the feces of said dog is firm. Firm canine feces are attained from foods containing great binders, like beet pulp. After a couple of days without poop scooping the yard, don a pair of gloves and collect the hard little turds.
Buy a large chocolate bar and melt in pan.
Using a pair of disposable tongs, dip each dog log into the chocolate until properly coated.
Once dried, put the dog log into the brown candy wrapper and arrange in box.
Once the box is full, put the box top on and wrap in paper of your choice.
Send to person you hate.
Enjoy the moments after box is mailed to envision Stiffler eating the dog turd in American Pie Wedding.... pretend it is the hated person doing the chewing and be content to know that thereis no diamond ring in the pile of shit.
I told you it was a truly shitty thing to do to a person.
With that being said, I would like to say I have never actually done this. I have thought about it.
If you have some shitty things to do to people please post it in the comment section of this blog!
July 25, 2006
I have so much hatred in me for one particular person I can hardly take it anymore.
I try not to hate, because it is unGodly and can wreak havoc with your insides.... I have gotten over my hatred of a couple of people during my short-lived life so far and I am much better for it. First person: My former step-monster Gorette -- aka, Goretched. Oh, I dreamt of ways to see her life end in horror. I never had enough money or guts to have someone do it for me or just do it myself, so I am pretty sure she still inhabits this planet. I plainly remember telling my father on his wedding day, "If you marry her you will never see me or your grandkids." I cried profusely as he walked down the aisle.
Then in a strange turn of events, not really strange you see as I knew she was a psycho beast from the moment I met her, my father spent two years on the lam trying to escape Goretched. He toured the USA in his Mazerati and camped at state parks and who knows where else trying to get away from her.
She who laughs last....
Anyway, she is history in our family and my father wasn't with her when I did get married and actually had kids, so he has been a part of his grandkids life. Oh, what a feel good story this is.
But I do clearly remember thinking about cutting break lines, planting car bombs, arson, hired sharp-shooters, etc. just to name a few, while I was in my active hating days.
Those thoughts came fleeting back to my mind in the 1998-99-2000 when my thoughts of hatred came back. This time against another woman -- Jill Martinis. That was my husband's ex-wife and she was again, another psycho beast from hell.
These two women had a lot of things in common. Like they lied so much and it was such a nonchalant part of their everyday life that they actually believed their lies to be true. Sad, but true. You could tell the way she talked that she actually believed her lies. Even when the lies morphed in a conversation of no less than 10 minutes. She could be talking to you and say four different things about the same thing in a phone conversation. At the time I wished I had $10K to take care of the problem. But again, I have gotten over it.
And she moved on to the next victim.... They all do. Now she is Jill Stephanelli and her social security number is .....just kidding. That would be truly shitty. I do have her social. I have kept it all these years, just wondering what to do with the information I have on her. But alas, it remains hidden away in a filing cabinet, because I do know that these evil human beings that walk along side the rest of us from day to day will get theirs in the end.
If you are an athiest, or even an agnostic, you might believe in Kharma over Hell. I believe in both. Kharma works its magic during ones life on the earth. And the best thing about it is you get to see it in action. Hell takes place after we have "shuffled off this mortal coil," to procure a segment of MacBeth from our great playwright Shakespeare.
They get tortured for eternity in Hell, which seems like what we are when they are still on earth...
Anyway, to get to some truly shitty things to do people: I borrow this from my lovely and very vindictive sister, Dianne. She is one of those bitches that you never want to mess with. Trust me on this. I on the other hand am I bitch you can totally mess with. I have no emotional intelligence -- when the going gets rough I tear up and get all reactive. It would be great if I could keep my hormones in check and actually say the right thing at the right time. But this never happens. I am useless in spontaneous confrontation. If I have time to think about the confrontation before it actually happens, then great -- more power to me. But this rarely happens.
A long time ago, when Dianne was pissed off at someone ( I forget who at this point, it was so long ago) she told me the secret of See's Dogs Logs.
Here is the recipe for said confection:
Buy a box of See's Candies and eat the entire contents of the box, all the while thinking of the person you hate. Save all the brown little wrappers the candy is inserted into.
Find a neighbor, or friend who owns a: poodle, dachshund, pomeranian, etc. Make sure the feces of said dog is firm. Firm canine feces are attained from foods containing great binders, like beet pulp. After a couple of days without poop scooping the yard, don a pair of gloves and collect the hard little turds.
Buy a large chocolate bar and melt in pan.
Using a pair of disposable tongs, dip each dog log into the chocolate until properly coated.
Once dried, put the dog log into the brown candy wrapper and arrange in box.
Once the box is full, put the box top on and wrap in paper of your choice.
Send to person you hate.
Enjoy the moments after box is mailed to envision Stiffler eating the dog turd in American Pie Wedding.... pretend it is the hated person doing the chewing and be content to know that thereis no diamond ring in the pile of shit.
I told you it was a truly shitty thing to do to a person.
With that being said, I would like to say I have never actually done this. I have thought about it.
If you have some shitty things to do to people please post it in the comment section of this blog!
July 25, 2006
Hotter than....
H....E...double hockey sticks. That's right. The "valley" has been hot....106 on Friday. Who knows what it will bring today, but when I passed a sign heading out of town on Hwy 18 at 9:30 a.m. it already read 96.
I am at the beach this weekend. My family has chosen to stay home. Whackos! The beach is fabulous. Love it. Boy, I wish we had a place here to come and have a relaxing weekend. Maybe someday....
Speaking of heat...my dreams sure have been heating up lately. Bizarre and whacky. Last night Paul and I traded partners...that's right we officially became swingers in my dream. I told Paul upon waking up and he told me he was worried about me. I have to laugh. He can have dreams that empower him ... being a gladiator, being a vampire, etc, etc. but when I have a dream about swapping partners he is worried. It's not like it is ever going to happen. Geez, the only man I have been with since a year before even meeting Paul is Paul. And since meeting Paul I have only kissed one other person besides my kids...... It has been 11 long years. The closest I ever get is my dreams. So let me dream in technicolor!
I changed my pic to show my best friend, Tina, and I in Vegas a couple of years ago. I need a new pic. Tina and I might be catching up in Vegas again this October. I am going for a trade show. She holds MercuryWorld in Vegas at the same time as my show so we can hook up can visit with friends from High School. It's great. Of course, we catch up at least monthly in Oregon since she moved up here last October. To use a Tinaism "Yeah me!"
All right, I have customers and gotta run.
July 23, 2006
I am at the beach this weekend. My family has chosen to stay home. Whackos! The beach is fabulous. Love it. Boy, I wish we had a place here to come and have a relaxing weekend. Maybe someday....
Speaking of heat...my dreams sure have been heating up lately. Bizarre and whacky. Last night Paul and I traded partners...that's right we officially became swingers in my dream. I told Paul upon waking up and he told me he was worried about me. I have to laugh. He can have dreams that empower him ... being a gladiator, being a vampire, etc, etc. but when I have a dream about swapping partners he is worried. It's not like it is ever going to happen. Geez, the only man I have been with since a year before even meeting Paul is Paul. And since meeting Paul I have only kissed one other person besides my kids...... It has been 11 long years. The closest I ever get is my dreams. So let me dream in technicolor!
I changed my pic to show my best friend, Tina, and I in Vegas a couple of years ago. I need a new pic. Tina and I might be catching up in Vegas again this October. I am going for a trade show. She holds MercuryWorld in Vegas at the same time as my show so we can hook up can visit with friends from High School. It's great. Of course, we catch up at least monthly in Oregon since she moved up here last October. To use a Tinaism "Yeah me!"
All right, I have customers and gotta run.
July 23, 2006
Irritation
Current mood: hyper
My foot itches like a son of a bitch right now. It is crazy. I just want to hack it off, or swat it with a sledgehammer like the Cock-a-doodie crazy nurse in Misery.
Speaking of that, back in the heyday of my college years, I was semi-infatuated with this guy who lived a couple of doors down. He actually told me that I reminded him of Kathy Bates in Misery. Now that I look back on that time of my life, I must've been really messed up for laughing that comment off and not taking a sledgehammer to his dumb ass.
A couple of nights ago I must've been sleeping with a spider. Got me 5 times on my left foot. And since I always have some sort of an allergic reaction to bites, I have been scratching and irritating those sites yesterday and probably as I slept last night, so they are oozing today. Lovely.
I also have been waking up with massively puffy eyes. I am obviously not drinking enough water during the day. And I have completely forgone any beauty routine this summer. It is time that I take this BBW to a day spa for goodness sakes.
Ummmm, what else can I write about? It is going to be terribly hot today and tomorrow. I work in Mac today, but this weekend I am working in Lincoln City, so I will get a bit of a respite from the heat.
I have Monday-Wednesday off next week. I will take the boys out on Wednesday and do something fun. Monday and Tuesday I will try to sleep in and catch up on things around the house. Who knows? Tuesday I have a massage and I am planning on getting a tattoo.
If I do go through with it, I will take a pic and post it on myspace. As long as it is in an appropriate space and all.
I told Paul that I was going to tat my labia. OF course, I was just in one of those moods. Last night I was so cranky I was trying to pick a fight, but he was having none of it. What a good boy. He just sat on the couch and kept spitting his vile Copenhagen-drenched spit into his red, white, and blue Pabst can.
Everything is going great with both the stores. Got a call last week that someone was interested in buying the Mac store. If I can sell both stores for bit of a profit, I can decided what my next endeavor will be. There is one biz that Mac really needs and I would love to do it. But we will see what the future brings.
Right now, we are debating if Paul re-ups for his Army duty. Considering the state of the world, if he re-ups we know he will be launched off to some Middle-Eastern destination for another tour. It is up to him, but he has so many points and is more than half-way through for retirement that he would get a good chunk of change every month once he hits retirement. Right now it is 60, but Congress is looking at rolling back military retirement to 55. That would kick it. Paul has 7 more years and would have 24 years of service. He would retire at 48 and get his bene's 7 years later. That would be cool.
If he does re-up he is also going to Western Culinary in Portland. We have looked into it. He gets some of his tuition paid for by the Army and he would get a small monthly living stipend. He wants to do it and the school is only 15 months. I am highly supportive of the whole thing. He should go. He has a passion for it, and if he could start his own restaurant or something he would be very happy. Of course, he would be happy just cooking for troops too.
Well, I am going to sign off. I need some caffeine and Cornerstone is calling to me.
Ciao!
July 21, 2006
My foot itches like a son of a bitch right now. It is crazy. I just want to hack it off, or swat it with a sledgehammer like the Cock-a-doodie crazy nurse in Misery.
Speaking of that, back in the heyday of my college years, I was semi-infatuated with this guy who lived a couple of doors down. He actually told me that I reminded him of Kathy Bates in Misery. Now that I look back on that time of my life, I must've been really messed up for laughing that comment off and not taking a sledgehammer to his dumb ass.
A couple of nights ago I must've been sleeping with a spider. Got me 5 times on my left foot. And since I always have some sort of an allergic reaction to bites, I have been scratching and irritating those sites yesterday and probably as I slept last night, so they are oozing today. Lovely.
I also have been waking up with massively puffy eyes. I am obviously not drinking enough water during the day. And I have completely forgone any beauty routine this summer. It is time that I take this BBW to a day spa for goodness sakes.
Ummmm, what else can I write about? It is going to be terribly hot today and tomorrow. I work in Mac today, but this weekend I am working in Lincoln City, so I will get a bit of a respite from the heat.
I have Monday-Wednesday off next week. I will take the boys out on Wednesday and do something fun. Monday and Tuesday I will try to sleep in and catch up on things around the house. Who knows? Tuesday I have a massage and I am planning on getting a tattoo.
If I do go through with it, I will take a pic and post it on myspace. As long as it is in an appropriate space and all.
I told Paul that I was going to tat my labia. OF course, I was just in one of those moods. Last night I was so cranky I was trying to pick a fight, but he was having none of it. What a good boy. He just sat on the couch and kept spitting his vile Copenhagen-drenched spit into his red, white, and blue Pabst can.
Everything is going great with both the stores. Got a call last week that someone was interested in buying the Mac store. If I can sell both stores for bit of a profit, I can decided what my next endeavor will be. There is one biz that Mac really needs and I would love to do it. But we will see what the future brings.
Right now, we are debating if Paul re-ups for his Army duty. Considering the state of the world, if he re-ups we know he will be launched off to some Middle-Eastern destination for another tour. It is up to him, but he has so many points and is more than half-way through for retirement that he would get a good chunk of change every month once he hits retirement. Right now it is 60, but Congress is looking at rolling back military retirement to 55. That would kick it. Paul has 7 more years and would have 24 years of service. He would retire at 48 and get his bene's 7 years later. That would be cool.
If he does re-up he is also going to Western Culinary in Portland. We have looked into it. He gets some of his tuition paid for by the Army and he would get a small monthly living stipend. He wants to do it and the school is only 15 months. I am highly supportive of the whole thing. He should go. He has a passion for it, and if he could start his own restaurant or something he would be very happy. Of course, he would be happy just cooking for troops too.
Well, I am going to sign off. I need some caffeine and Cornerstone is calling to me.
Ciao!
July 21, 2006
Part Duex of the fabulous 4th
Current mood: calm
So why did John almost get his ass kicked? Well, let's start out that he was hammered, or high, or both. Shit, he was like a kid blowing off Roman Candles.
Well, he went over to his car in the middle of the festivities, blew off a big blaster and sped off. He came back a few minutes later with a friend, let off a huge mother cracker that scattered all over the damn place, burned the foot of my neighbor, and quite a few adults got all riled up and started towards him when he hopped in his car and peeled out of the culdesac in his piece of shit Mazda. Fucker. I didn't even want to claim relation to him.
One of the little kids watching the show started crying because of the blast and didn't stop for 30 frickin' minutes.
So that was the Fourth.
Now, onto Turkey Trama......
Craziness. That's all I have to say. What in the hell was I thinking? I lost one of my employees at the Mac store early in the month, and had signed up to have a booth during the three-day festivity. Needless, to say, between the store and the booth, John and I were working long ass days.
Then to top it all off, I had to deal with the Biggest Turkey Competition and emceeing the show. I bailed on John early Friday night and went and got my hair done up and got makeup on and everything, I looked pretty hot I guess. I will found out exactly what I looked like once the show starts airing on Cable TV. Saturday worked all day in the heat and then tore the booth down after 9 p.m. when the event drew to a close.I was flippin' exhausted and dehydrated.
So now I get to rest...yeah, right. Sunday, more entics at my house ensued. Followed by busy ass days at the Lincoln City store for me Monday and today. Tomorrow I will be at home. Sleeping in if I can. Doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. I have two super helpers tomorrow, so we can hopefully kick some butt around here. We'll see how it all plays out. I schedule Wednesdays at home and always spend more than half the day at the Mac store. Just can't help it. It's like I am drawn there by an electro-magnetic field or something.
So, now I have caught up even though I left out some great details on being caught asleep next to BOB and what Paul had to say about it. Letting Paul into my deep secret of the little orange pill, and plenty of other juicy actually entertaining bits that I just have to keep to myself, because, shit, you nosy bastards don't need to know everything about my fucked up, insane life.
July 18, 2006
So why did John almost get his ass kicked? Well, let's start out that he was hammered, or high, or both. Shit, he was like a kid blowing off Roman Candles.
Well, he went over to his car in the middle of the festivities, blew off a big blaster and sped off. He came back a few minutes later with a friend, let off a huge mother cracker that scattered all over the damn place, burned the foot of my neighbor, and quite a few adults got all riled up and started towards him when he hopped in his car and peeled out of the culdesac in his piece of shit Mazda. Fucker. I didn't even want to claim relation to him.
One of the little kids watching the show started crying because of the blast and didn't stop for 30 frickin' minutes.
So that was the Fourth.
Now, onto Turkey Trama......
Craziness. That's all I have to say. What in the hell was I thinking? I lost one of my employees at the Mac store early in the month, and had signed up to have a booth during the three-day festivity. Needless, to say, between the store and the booth, John and I were working long ass days.
Then to top it all off, I had to deal with the Biggest Turkey Competition and emceeing the show. I bailed on John early Friday night and went and got my hair done up and got makeup on and everything, I looked pretty hot I guess. I will found out exactly what I looked like once the show starts airing on Cable TV. Saturday worked all day in the heat and then tore the booth down after 9 p.m. when the event drew to a close.I was flippin' exhausted and dehydrated.
So now I get to rest...yeah, right. Sunday, more entics at my house ensued. Followed by busy ass days at the Lincoln City store for me Monday and today. Tomorrow I will be at home. Sleeping in if I can. Doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. I have two super helpers tomorrow, so we can hopefully kick some butt around here. We'll see how it all plays out. I schedule Wednesdays at home and always spend more than half the day at the Mac store. Just can't help it. It's like I am drawn there by an electro-magnetic field or something.
So, now I have caught up even though I left out some great details on being caught asleep next to BOB and what Paul had to say about it. Letting Paul into my deep secret of the little orange pill, and plenty of other juicy actually entertaining bits that I just have to keep to myself, because, shit, you nosy bastards don't need to know everything about my fucked up, insane life.
July 18, 2006
Alrighty then...
So my last couple of weeks have been crazy busy and you want to know about it. I have had the last 5 minutes in the store to gather my thoughts without a customer, so I decided to hop on this thing and get crackin'.
First, the Fourth of July was a blast. The Lincoln City store was open, and since I didn't forsee that it should've been open that day, Barbi was not scheduled. I went out to Lincoln City for the day with Paul, my uncle Mike, William, Jack and John. John worked the store for a few hours while we dropped off the boys at the Chinook Winds Arcade/Daycare and headed off to a Texas Hold'Em tourney.
Unfortunately, the tourney had been called off because of the holiday, so we went out onto the floor and gambled after we ate at the buffet. We did not overstuff ourselves at the buffet either, nobody came over and asked us to leave for overeating or wasting food. It was just a normal eat and dash. We had BBQ fixins that night waiting for us back home, so we didn't want to pig out or anything.
Then a Texas Hold'Em 3-6 game started and all three of us decided to go for it. Of course, if I had any idea how lame a 3-6 game was I probably wouldn't have, but now I know and won't make that mistake again.
The game was a lot different then on TV. First of all, I missed the commentators. I didn't get the low-down on what Giu Yu over there on the left was holdin', or how long Big Smoky in his cowboy hat had toured the circuit. Instead, the game was lightning fast. No sneak peeks at hands around the table with the coordinating odds posted-- damn it is so much easier on TV.
So I went back to the store and hung with John until we closed it down to get back on the road.
Got home at 6 p.m. and guests had started to arrive at 5 p.m. So came home to a full house that wasn't clean, but hell we were gonna have fun so who really cares?
Paul was cooking and everyone was chatting. We ate, drank, and we were all merry. At 9 p.m. everyone started leaving and the ones with the youngsters started heading out to the culdesac.
Now, I have to brag that the one thing our cul-de-sac knows how to do better than any other block ever is hosting a BBQ and firework display. There were at least 30 or so people already gathered in a semi-circle ready for the show.
William, Jack, Marc, my dad, me and of course, John were all out there ready to blow up something..anything.
John had his illegals, which really worried Jack and William. We have an Oregon State Trooper at the end of the street and they were really worried that Uncle John was going to go to jail. That did not happen, however, John came very close to having his ass kicked (by me) later that night.
July 18, 2006
First, the Fourth of July was a blast. The Lincoln City store was open, and since I didn't forsee that it should've been open that day, Barbi was not scheduled. I went out to Lincoln City for the day with Paul, my uncle Mike, William, Jack and John. John worked the store for a few hours while we dropped off the boys at the Chinook Winds Arcade/Daycare and headed off to a Texas Hold'Em tourney.
Unfortunately, the tourney had been called off because of the holiday, so we went out onto the floor and gambled after we ate at the buffet. We did not overstuff ourselves at the buffet either, nobody came over and asked us to leave for overeating or wasting food. It was just a normal eat and dash. We had BBQ fixins that night waiting for us back home, so we didn't want to pig out or anything.
Then a Texas Hold'Em 3-6 game started and all three of us decided to go for it. Of course, if I had any idea how lame a 3-6 game was I probably wouldn't have, but now I know and won't make that mistake again.
The game was a lot different then on TV. First of all, I missed the commentators. I didn't get the low-down on what Giu Yu over there on the left was holdin', or how long Big Smoky in his cowboy hat had toured the circuit. Instead, the game was lightning fast. No sneak peeks at hands around the table with the coordinating odds posted-- damn it is so much easier on TV.
So I went back to the store and hung with John until we closed it down to get back on the road.
Got home at 6 p.m. and guests had started to arrive at 5 p.m. So came home to a full house that wasn't clean, but hell we were gonna have fun so who really cares?
Paul was cooking and everyone was chatting. We ate, drank, and we were all merry. At 9 p.m. everyone started leaving and the ones with the youngsters started heading out to the culdesac.
Now, I have to brag that the one thing our cul-de-sac knows how to do better than any other block ever is hosting a BBQ and firework display. There were at least 30 or so people already gathered in a semi-circle ready for the show.
William, Jack, Marc, my dad, me and of course, John were all out there ready to blow up something..anything.
John had his illegals, which really worried Jack and William. We have an Oregon State Trooper at the end of the street and they were really worried that Uncle John was going to go to jail. That did not happen, however, John came very close to having his ass kicked (by me) later that night.
July 18, 2006
blogging...
I promise I will post another blog soon, maybe even tonight. In the past week I have written two and one time it just dissappeared, the second time I clicked on cancel instead of post. Both those things pissed me off so badly that I had to cool down for an hour and then decided not to spend the next hour recreating what I had written. So those things are lost forever.... Frickin' computers.
July 16, 2006
July 16, 2006
It has been ...
Current mood: thoughtful
One heck of a week, glad it is almost over.
Looking forward to a couple of days off. Fourth of July marks Paul and my anniversary -- 10 years this year!! Wow, I can't believe it. I spotted him in a car the day before the fourth and knew I was gonna be flirtin' with him the next day at a friend's party...my radar was out, glad he was receptive! Isn't it funny that I knew from even before the beginning. It just happens that way when it was meant to be. I am tolerant of him and he is tolerant of me. We are not perfect, far from it, but we deal with each other which is a lot considering a lot of people would never be willing to deal with either of our crap.
How can it be that we have lived through 6 addresses, 8 cars, 4 dogs, 1 cat, a handful of kittens, 1 turtle, numerous hermit crabs and fish, 2 children, 1 nasty ex, 1 big lie and so many fights I can't even begin to count them. Maybe because we were destined to be together. And we are destined to live the life we live whatever may happen.
Wow. It's 11 p.m. and I am feeling deep? What in the world? I guess I better shut down and go to sleep. Nighty nite!
June 29, 2006
One heck of a week, glad it is almost over.
Looking forward to a couple of days off. Fourth of July marks Paul and my anniversary -- 10 years this year!! Wow, I can't believe it. I spotted him in a car the day before the fourth and knew I was gonna be flirtin' with him the next day at a friend's party...my radar was out, glad he was receptive! Isn't it funny that I knew from even before the beginning. It just happens that way when it was meant to be. I am tolerant of him and he is tolerant of me. We are not perfect, far from it, but we deal with each other which is a lot considering a lot of people would never be willing to deal with either of our crap.
How can it be that we have lived through 6 addresses, 8 cars, 4 dogs, 1 cat, a handful of kittens, 1 turtle, numerous hermit crabs and fish, 2 children, 1 nasty ex, 1 big lie and so many fights I can't even begin to count them. Maybe because we were destined to be together. And we are destined to live the life we live whatever may happen.
Wow. It's 11 p.m. and I am feeling deep? What in the world? I guess I better shut down and go to sleep. Nighty nite!
June 29, 2006
telemarketers and solicitors
Current mood: amused
I own two retail stores and believe it or not, I think it would be OK to do business without a telephone. If I kept my internet service and fax line, I would be OK.
I get maybe a few calls a week from people wanting information from the store. Other than that, every time I pick up the phone it is someone trying to sell me something, or have me donate money to a worth cause. It is very frustrating. I also have a weekly visit from boys with stuff in boxes in Lincoln City. They sell everything from books to rc cars, lanterns, flashlights, etc. They come into the store and stroll up to the counter to sell me something. If customers are in my store they are more than happy to sell them some too. And they canvas the parking lot as well. I pay rent, utilities and taxes to sell my wares, so I don't think it is very fair that customers money is diverted from the stores into the pockets of people trolling the strip malls.
I get some solicitors in McMinnville, but downtown store owners have been really good about the "no thanks, no soliciting in this store" line and kicking them out the door. I have only had solicitors two or three times in 8 months there.
My decision today is to no longer support strolling salespeople. They detract from my business and if we say no and don't buy anything they will stop eventually. As for the telemarkers -- one day I will just hang up. Paul clicks the off button in a manner of micro-seconds. I listen, then politely let them know I support hospice or local charities.
OK, so this is where I left off the first time. Believe it or not, my day got even better -- and please, no one could or should be able to top this one! Around 4:30 my solicitor was the one and only -- Granny the Meat Lady. I am not kidding. She stuck around long enough for me to tell her no on her meat, and then she tried to sell me an MLM breakthrough Mango Juice that cures all. And if I told enough people about it, I could get mine for free! Sometimes you just have to grin and bear it I guess.
So anyway, does anyone have an ailment that needs to be cured. I've got this great miracle Mango juice...
I own two retail stores and believe it or not, I think it would be OK to do business without a telephone. If I kept my internet service and fax line, I would be OK.
I get maybe a few calls a week from people wanting information from the store. Other than that, every time I pick up the phone it is someone trying to sell me something, or have me donate money to a worth cause. It is very frustrating. I also have a weekly visit from boys with stuff in boxes in Lincoln City. They sell everything from books to rc cars, lanterns, flashlights, etc. They come into the store and stroll up to the counter to sell me something. If customers are in my store they are more than happy to sell them some too. And they canvas the parking lot as well. I pay rent, utilities and taxes to sell my wares, so I don't think it is very fair that customers money is diverted from the stores into the pockets of people trolling the strip malls.
I get some solicitors in McMinnville, but downtown store owners have been really good about the "no thanks, no soliciting in this store" line and kicking them out the door. I have only had solicitors two or three times in 8 months there.
My decision today is to no longer support strolling salespeople. They detract from my business and if we say no and don't buy anything they will stop eventually. As for the telemarkers -- one day I will just hang up. Paul clicks the off button in a manner of micro-seconds. I listen, then politely let them know I support hospice or local charities.
OK, so this is where I left off the first time. Believe it or not, my day got even better -- and please, no one could or should be able to top this one! Around 4:30 my solicitor was the one and only -- Granny the Meat Lady. I am not kidding. She stuck around long enough for me to tell her no on her meat, and then she tried to sell me an MLM breakthrough Mango Juice that cures all. And if I told enough people about it, I could get mine for free! Sometimes you just have to grin and bear it I guess.
So anyway, does anyone have an ailment that needs to be cured. I've got this great miracle Mango juice...
Disney's new Cars Movie
Current mood: happy
If you have kids and need something to do go see Cars. It is a cute movie. Saw it yesterday with William and Jack in tow. Also accompanying were Diana, 4, and Emilia, 1. I don't recommend taking a one-year-old. Her mama saw maybe half of the show. However, the bottom was hit on the popcorn tub we bought....twice.
June 25, 2006
If you have kids and need something to do go see Cars. It is a cute movie. Saw it yesterday with William and Jack in tow. Also accompanying were Diana, 4, and Emilia, 1. I don't recommend taking a one-year-old. Her mama saw maybe half of the show. However, the bottom was hit on the popcorn tub we bought....twice.
June 25, 2006
Bachelor Auction Tonight
Current mood: bouncy
I can't wait. My brother has agreed to be a bachelor on the auction block. It is a worthy cause -- McMinnville Hospice -- and I can't wait to see him in a tux up on stage. I hope he gets some good cash, because I am sure he will work it in front of the ladies. Of course, John is probably doing this to get a free dinner and date. He isn't the most philanthropic person..... In fact, I don't think he has a selfless bone in his body! But hey, can't knock him for shrugging and saying yes when I asked.
This marks the fourth year that I have been in charge of the Biggest Turkey competition here in McMinnville. Last year we raised in excess of $50,000 and this year we are struggling a little, but I haven't had the time to devote like I normally do. So, I have leaned on an assistant to do most of the footwork.
The Biggest Turkey competition is an annual event in this small town. Business people step up to the plate and volunteer their time to do events on behalf of hospice. The competition runs May through July. It is a long three months, comprised of many joint events like a Moonlight Golf Tournament, breakfast at a local diner, the Bachelor Auction, an item auction and the grand finale -- the Lip Sync Competition which takes place on July 14th this year.
The Lip Sync Competition is the greatest free show ever! People are so creative and it is a fun time for all. I am looking forward to the 14th because it means the competition is over, and it is one thing that I can check off for 2006. Anymore, my list is overwhelming and it is so nice to check things off.
I am debating whether or not to participate in the event next year. It is a time committment for me and this year it has been a little bit of a challenge to fit it in while managing the two stores and our home. So who knows? Maybe next year I will be writing about the 2007 Biggest Turkey Competition or maybe I will just go with my family and enjoy the show!
June 23, 2006
I can't wait. My brother has agreed to be a bachelor on the auction block. It is a worthy cause -- McMinnville Hospice -- and I can't wait to see him in a tux up on stage. I hope he gets some good cash, because I am sure he will work it in front of the ladies. Of course, John is probably doing this to get a free dinner and date. He isn't the most philanthropic person..... In fact, I don't think he has a selfless bone in his body! But hey, can't knock him for shrugging and saying yes when I asked.
This marks the fourth year that I have been in charge of the Biggest Turkey competition here in McMinnville. Last year we raised in excess of $50,000 and this year we are struggling a little, but I haven't had the time to devote like I normally do. So, I have leaned on an assistant to do most of the footwork.
The Biggest Turkey competition is an annual event in this small town. Business people step up to the plate and volunteer their time to do events on behalf of hospice. The competition runs May through July. It is a long three months, comprised of many joint events like a Moonlight Golf Tournament, breakfast at a local diner, the Bachelor Auction, an item auction and the grand finale -- the Lip Sync Competition which takes place on July 14th this year.
The Lip Sync Competition is the greatest free show ever! People are so creative and it is a fun time for all. I am looking forward to the 14th because it means the competition is over, and it is one thing that I can check off for 2006. Anymore, my list is overwhelming and it is so nice to check things off.
I am debating whether or not to participate in the event next year. It is a time committment for me and this year it has been a little bit of a challenge to fit it in while managing the two stores and our home. So who knows? Maybe next year I will be writing about the 2007 Biggest Turkey Competition or maybe I will just go with my family and enjoy the show!
June 23, 2006
Cuddly kids
Current mood: cheerful
I am so grateful that Jack is small for his age. If he wasn't I would be going through baby withdrawals and really questioning why I got "fixed" in January. (This does happen a little anyways.)
Jack is such a small little squirt and he still loves to cuddle and snuggle and give kisses. I am so thankful for this, because I get the affection that I need in life from my children. William still loves to cuddle too, but he is so big that his entire body does not fit into my lap anymore and it takes a lot for me to pick him up and give him a big squeeze.
I know I don't want a baby, really. I don't like the baby stage for more than a week. It is a lot of work and a little sleep. I love the age of three and four. I love the age that the boys are at now. They can speak, do things for themselves, question, and be really annoying or really cute.
I am just really glad I get a lot of lovin' from my two munchkins!
June 22, 2006
I am so grateful that Jack is small for his age. If he wasn't I would be going through baby withdrawals and really questioning why I got "fixed" in January. (This does happen a little anyways.)
Jack is such a small little squirt and he still loves to cuddle and snuggle and give kisses. I am so thankful for this, because I get the affection that I need in life from my children. William still loves to cuddle too, but he is so big that his entire body does not fit into my lap anymore and it takes a lot for me to pick him up and give him a big squeeze.
I know I don't want a baby, really. I don't like the baby stage for more than a week. It is a lot of work and a little sleep. I love the age of three and four. I love the age that the boys are at now. They can speak, do things for themselves, question, and be really annoying or really cute.
I am just really glad I get a lot of lovin' from my two munchkins!
June 22, 2006
The evening in which the door was knocked upon ...
Current mood: cheerful
and I opened it to find my little boy bleeding profusely through the back of his head. Quite tramatic if it hasn't happened to any of you yet.
The kids were playing in the cul-de-sac and skipping lava rocks. How does one skip a lava rock? Apparently one jumped up and bit a piece of flesh off of Jack's little melon. Blood was down his back by the time he got to the door.
Anna Stahl was passing through the neighborhood on her bike and brought Jack to the door. I was a little panicky, but she reassured me that "heads bleed a lot." By the time we stopped the bleeding, and iced the bump, took a bath to clean up the blood, we noticed it was just a little nick in the swirl of his fine brown hair.
He is perfectly fine this morning. I have lived through another "moment" of Jack's childhood... This stuff never happened to William!!!! So the bloody broke open skull count for Jack is now at four. Only one required stitches, and the doctor did such a crappy job that next time I will give my child stitches or glue them back together again.
Happy summer.
June 22, 2006
and I opened it to find my little boy bleeding profusely through the back of his head. Quite tramatic if it hasn't happened to any of you yet.
The kids were playing in the cul-de-sac and skipping lava rocks. How does one skip a lava rock? Apparently one jumped up and bit a piece of flesh off of Jack's little melon. Blood was down his back by the time he got to the door.
Anna Stahl was passing through the neighborhood on her bike and brought Jack to the door. I was a little panicky, but she reassured me that "heads bleed a lot." By the time we stopped the bleeding, and iced the bump, took a bath to clean up the blood, we noticed it was just a little nick in the swirl of his fine brown hair.
He is perfectly fine this morning. I have lived through another "moment" of Jack's childhood... This stuff never happened to William!!!! So the bloody broke open skull count for Jack is now at four. Only one required stitches, and the doctor did such a crappy job that next time I will give my child stitches or glue them back together again.
Happy summer.
June 22, 2006
Big Box Mart
Current mood: tired
William and I love political cartoons, he loves them more after I explain them to him, but we really love singing political cartoons. If you haven't yet had the opp to watch them, we would like to suggest:
www.jibjab.com
This week we recommend watching Big Box Mart. It'll make you think twice about shopping at Wally World. I can't stand that frickin' place anyway. I pay more shopping downtown and all, but hey ... OK just watch the cartoon. Enjoy!
June 16, 2006
William and I love political cartoons, he loves them more after I explain them to him, but we really love singing political cartoons. If you haven't yet had the opp to watch them, we would like to suggest:
www.jibjab.com
This week we recommend watching Big Box Mart. It'll make you think twice about shopping at Wally World. I can't stand that frickin' place anyway. I pay more shopping downtown and all, but hey ... OK just watch the cartoon. Enjoy!
June 16, 2006
Now this is more like it
Current mood: good
Just when you think your day is the shits, something happens to restore your faith in things and make you want to continue on and finish the rest of the day.
Thus my day began with a search for clean underwear. This is a frequent morning ritual. The boys must have what amounts to a hundred pair apiece. Paul has tons of underwear, I swear, even though he complains of never having any... Well, if he didn't wear two or three pair a day....
I, on the other hand, don't have many pairs at all. Our canine companions love my undies you see. And they have shredded many a pair that have made their way into the trash. I still have a couple that haven't all but disintegrated in the crotch, they are my holy panties and I wear them on days when I want to feel a little more, well religious I guess.
Anyway, that is how my day started and I did have a pair that I rescued from the dryer. I have been known to go without, on plenty of occasions. I have also sported my husbands boxers. It horrifies me that we can wear the same underwear. I have NEVER seen him wear mine, just want to clear that up now.
Of course, my allergy medication ran out a couple of days ago and I haven't swung by the pharmacy to pick up my refill so I have been itching, wheezing, hacking, etc, etc. I found a bottle of Chlor-Trimeton in my car while I was on my way to work and popped a little yellow pill so I wouldn't have to sound like a cat hacking up a furball in the store today. But unlike my prescriptive medication, Chlor-Trimeton has a little drowsy side effect that has made my day go by like I have been swimming in a tub of viscous gack.
Once at the store I started taking my right foot from its Birki , rubbing it against the floor to stave an itch. Now it is 4 p.m. and I have been itching it all day, so I probably have some foot fungus already and it is only mid-June. This should not be a foot malady until at least August. And if I was a perfect woman, I wouldn't even know what foot fungus is, right? Well, thank God I am not perfect, but unfortunately last year I found out that women get the equivalent of "jock itch," yeah, how do you like that one? Hope you weren't eating a brownie or something. I know I don't have to go there, but really I must sometimes.
So my day has been slow, and itchy. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. But at 3:30 my brother stopped in to make a deposit for me and I ran across Third Street to Cornerstone coffee and got an iced mocha and a heavenly macaroon. So I am content and happy as a little itchy clam sitting behind the counter and writing this little blog for the day. I will now make it through the rest of the day just fine. Thank heaven for the little things in life.
June 16, 2006
Just when you think your day is the shits, something happens to restore your faith in things and make you want to continue on and finish the rest of the day.
Thus my day began with a search for clean underwear. This is a frequent morning ritual. The boys must have what amounts to a hundred pair apiece. Paul has tons of underwear, I swear, even though he complains of never having any... Well, if he didn't wear two or three pair a day....
I, on the other hand, don't have many pairs at all. Our canine companions love my undies you see. And they have shredded many a pair that have made their way into the trash. I still have a couple that haven't all but disintegrated in the crotch, they are my holy panties and I wear them on days when I want to feel a little more, well religious I guess.
Anyway, that is how my day started and I did have a pair that I rescued from the dryer. I have been known to go without, on plenty of occasions. I have also sported my husbands boxers. It horrifies me that we can wear the same underwear. I have NEVER seen him wear mine, just want to clear that up now.
Of course, my allergy medication ran out a couple of days ago and I haven't swung by the pharmacy to pick up my refill so I have been itching, wheezing, hacking, etc, etc. I found a bottle of Chlor-Trimeton in my car while I was on my way to work and popped a little yellow pill so I wouldn't have to sound like a cat hacking up a furball in the store today. But unlike my prescriptive medication, Chlor-Trimeton has a little drowsy side effect that has made my day go by like I have been swimming in a tub of viscous gack.
Once at the store I started taking my right foot from its Birki , rubbing it against the floor to stave an itch. Now it is 4 p.m. and I have been itching it all day, so I probably have some foot fungus already and it is only mid-June. This should not be a foot malady until at least August. And if I was a perfect woman, I wouldn't even know what foot fungus is, right? Well, thank God I am not perfect, but unfortunately last year I found out that women get the equivalent of "jock itch," yeah, how do you like that one? Hope you weren't eating a brownie or something. I know I don't have to go there, but really I must sometimes.
So my day has been slow, and itchy. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. But at 3:30 my brother stopped in to make a deposit for me and I ran across Third Street to Cornerstone coffee and got an iced mocha and a heavenly macaroon. So I am content and happy as a little itchy clam sitting behind the counter and writing this little blog for the day. I will now make it through the rest of the day just fine. Thank heaven for the little things in life.
June 16, 2006
DaVinci Code
Current mood: tired
Saw it today. It was good. They did a great job adapting the book, but the book was better, of course.
Tom Hanks is getting up there. I remember thinking he was just adorable in Bosom Buddies and Splash. Then he became Big! and all the rage in Hollywood, and now he is old.
Harrison Ford got really old, and that bites. Indiana Jones was hot. He is great with a whip and looks luscious in jeans. I would love to run my tongue over his scar.... Han Solo was hot too, plus he knows how to show off tight black leather pants. But back in the land of the real, Harrison Ford looks like a grandfather who is dating a young waif. That is not daydream material.
On the flip side, Michelle Pfieffer is getting up there and she still looks hot. Sophia Loren is ancient and still hot. My husband votes for Susan Sarandon, I've personally don't think she has ever been much of a looker, but OK. Goldie Hawn, hot.
Point is, it has always been said that women don't age as well as men. I don't think that is true anymore. Now Sean Connery is still good looking. I mean if he asked me out, I couldn't resist.
Why am I even going down this road? I have no idea. Later.
June 10, 2006
Saw it today. It was good. They did a great job adapting the book, but the book was better, of course.
Tom Hanks is getting up there. I remember thinking he was just adorable in Bosom Buddies and Splash. Then he became Big! and all the rage in Hollywood, and now he is old.
Harrison Ford got really old, and that bites. Indiana Jones was hot. He is great with a whip and looks luscious in jeans. I would love to run my tongue over his scar.... Han Solo was hot too, plus he knows how to show off tight black leather pants. But back in the land of the real, Harrison Ford looks like a grandfather who is dating a young waif. That is not daydream material.
On the flip side, Michelle Pfieffer is getting up there and she still looks hot. Sophia Loren is ancient and still hot. My husband votes for Susan Sarandon, I've personally don't think she has ever been much of a looker, but OK. Goldie Hawn, hot.
Point is, it has always been said that women don't age as well as men. I don't think that is true anymore. Now Sean Connery is still good looking. I mean if he asked me out, I couldn't resist.
Why am I even going down this road? I have no idea. Later.
June 10, 2006
Enough already...
Current mood: hyper
OK, so some of you are reading my blog. I still have no comments on anything I have written. Can someone give me some feedback? Tell me I am a freak, a geek, probably have OCD, need to be committed, or "I like being able to read your blog, it makes me feel like a voyeur too."
If you don't I am going to set everything to diary so only I can read it. Then you won't be able to know what a fuck up I am in my head and wonder why on earth you are my friend.
And, if any of you start blogging I would love it. One of my friends on myspace was found through his blog. If you want to read some funny stuff you can go to profile name Mike Superfly, hope this is OK to advertise for you Mike, but I always get a laugh from your blog.
He definitely concentrates on different topics, while the everyday inaneness of life is my fodder.
So start writing! And please try to spell words correctly. That is my pet peeve. And I hate reading misspelled words from my friends because I then start to wonder why these dumb-fuckers are my friends.
But I love you all, truly I do......
June 8, 2006
OK, so some of you are reading my blog. I still have no comments on anything I have written. Can someone give me some feedback? Tell me I am a freak, a geek, probably have OCD, need to be committed, or "I like being able to read your blog, it makes me feel like a voyeur too."
If you don't I am going to set everything to diary so only I can read it. Then you won't be able to know what a fuck up I am in my head and wonder why on earth you are my friend.
And, if any of you start blogging I would love it. One of my friends on myspace was found through his blog. If you want to read some funny stuff you can go to profile name Mike Superfly, hope this is OK to advertise for you Mike, but I always get a laugh from your blog.
He definitely concentrates on different topics, while the everyday inaneness of life is my fodder.
So start writing! And please try to spell words correctly. That is my pet peeve. And I hate reading misspelled words from my friends because I then start to wonder why these dumb-fuckers are my friends.
But I love you all, truly I do......
June 8, 2006
The perfect cup…
Current mood: chipper
When I was in college I wore a 36 C. This is the perfect breast size ever. It is full enough to be sexy and small enough to put the fun in functional. We all know that breasts were made for nursing, but come on. That is such a short amount of time for most of us. (I have actually witnessed the exceptions to that rule moms with 7 or 8 kids (gasp) and moms that nurse until their children were 5 (what the hell, this is not a third world country).)
Well, I must say the days of the 36 C are gone for now. I am a 38 DD and I hate it. Paul doesnt complain, what man would? However, I am ready to reduce, reuse, recycle whatever!
My friend, Sonya, a notorious movie watcher, told me the secret of breasts in your 20s vs. breasts in your 30s. Just raise your arms, she says as she waves her hands over her head. Arms up, 20s, arms down, 30s. As she repeats this over and over, while laughing about the scene from The Sweetest Thing.
Standing in front of the mirror I wave my hands over my head. Not even close to 20s. Two more inches higher and maybe. Damn. Gravity has taken over and I dread the next eye-opening experience as I watch Going Tribal. Someday, my breasts will be there too.
When I turn 35 I am going under the knife. Done deal. I will take out a second on the house to get it done, but I am having my tits lifted and decreased in volume. Cup runneth over is nice, but cup comfortably fit to the top is just fine with me. Plus, I am not running all over the SCA campgrounds in the summer with a corset making my rib cages come together ever again.
I will also pay the extra money to have the double part of my chin taken out. It is hereditary (thanks mom!) and so is the eyelid skin I wish to part with. My mother had these two procedures done when she was 40. She is in her 60s now and still looks great.
That is all I am going to share for now. Gotta go!
June 8, 2006
When I was in college I wore a 36 C. This is the perfect breast size ever. It is full enough to be sexy and small enough to put the fun in functional. We all know that breasts were made for nursing, but come on. That is such a short amount of time for most of us. (I have actually witnessed the exceptions to that rule moms with 7 or 8 kids (gasp) and moms that nurse until their children were 5 (what the hell, this is not a third world country).)
Well, I must say the days of the 36 C are gone for now. I am a 38 DD and I hate it. Paul doesnt complain, what man would? However, I am ready to reduce, reuse, recycle whatever!
My friend, Sonya, a notorious movie watcher, told me the secret of breasts in your 20s vs. breasts in your 30s. Just raise your arms, she says as she waves her hands over her head. Arms up, 20s, arms down, 30s. As she repeats this over and over, while laughing about the scene from The Sweetest Thing.
Standing in front of the mirror I wave my hands over my head. Not even close to 20s. Two more inches higher and maybe. Damn. Gravity has taken over and I dread the next eye-opening experience as I watch Going Tribal. Someday, my breasts will be there too.
When I turn 35 I am going under the knife. Done deal. I will take out a second on the house to get it done, but I am having my tits lifted and decreased in volume. Cup runneth over is nice, but cup comfortably fit to the top is just fine with me. Plus, I am not running all over the SCA campgrounds in the summer with a corset making my rib cages come together ever again.
I will also pay the extra money to have the double part of my chin taken out. It is hereditary (thanks mom!) and so is the eyelid skin I wish to part with. My mother had these two procedures done when she was 40. She is in her 60s now and still looks great.
That is all I am going to share for now. Gotta go!
June 8, 2006
Misc. stuff about a trivial life
Current mood: mellow Category: Life
It's been a couple of days since I've posted. Can it be that I have had nothing to say? I doubt that. I just haven't been in the mood to sit at the computer for a stretch of time.
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I rode my new bike downtown to the post office and to the shop. It was great. I had to rush home and trade the bike for my car though, because I had a custom scrapbook order that had to get done ASAP and supplies for the project were in my car. I haven't breathed that hard in a long time.......
I am looking forward to riding more. This morning I didn't have sore legs or a sore butt, so that is very positive. However, I did get off my bike one time each way to get up a hill. It was only about 20 feet going to the store and maybe 100 feet on the way home, but hopefully after riding a few more days, I will be able to make it the entire way. John told me I have to learn how to use my gears right since I keep the bike in the hardest gear the whole way. "Find a happy medium for the hill," he said. I will play around with it. I just enjoyed being out and about in the fresh air.
Paul set down the lay of the land yesterday when he decided we are keeping Hershey for the time being. Everyone is missing Emma and Hershey has been an incredible good dog since Emma has left. He sticks near us, hasn't broken free from his backyard in a couple of days, and no accidents have been spotted in the house since Emma left. But we still have to deal with Emma aftermath. New flooring in the front room and our bedroom for sure.
Sales at the Mac store have been great lately. I am really excited and hope that it picks up more. If we continue this trend I will make it to my goal by the end of year one. Lincoln City is doing great. Sales are down over prior year, but the month that I took over the location a competitor opened across the street, so it is expected. I think that I just have to "outwit and outlast" her to be the survivor, because I don't think she is close to my numbers. Only time will tell.
It's been a couple of days since I've posted. Can it be that I have had nothing to say? I doubt that. I just haven't been in the mood to sit at the computer for a stretch of time.
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I rode my new bike downtown to the post office and to the shop. It was great. I had to rush home and trade the bike for my car though, because I had a custom scrapbook order that had to get done ASAP and supplies for the project were in my car. I haven't breathed that hard in a long time.......
I am looking forward to riding more. This morning I didn't have sore legs or a sore butt, so that is very positive. However, I did get off my bike one time each way to get up a hill. It was only about 20 feet going to the store and maybe 100 feet on the way home, but hopefully after riding a few more days, I will be able to make it the entire way. John told me I have to learn how to use my gears right since I keep the bike in the hardest gear the whole way. "Find a happy medium for the hill," he said. I will play around with it. I just enjoyed being out and about in the fresh air.
Paul set down the lay of the land yesterday when he decided we are keeping Hershey for the time being. Everyone is missing Emma and Hershey has been an incredible good dog since Emma has left. He sticks near us, hasn't broken free from his backyard in a couple of days, and no accidents have been spotted in the house since Emma left. But we still have to deal with Emma aftermath. New flooring in the front room and our bedroom for sure.
Sales at the Mac store have been great lately. I am really excited and hope that it picks up more. If we continue this trend I will make it to my goal by the end of year one. Lincoln City is doing great. Sales are down over prior year, but the month that I took over the location a competitor opened across the street, so it is expected. I think that I just have to "outwit and outlast" her to be the survivor, because I don't think she is close to my numbers. Only time will tell.
Is 33 too young?
Current mood: confused
Is 33 too young to be suffering a mid-life crisis? I am wondering, because I think that I am going through one right now.
I have always been a happy, driven person who knew what she wanted. Most of the time I get what I want. I work hard and rejoice in the happiness of my life.
BUT, lately I have been antsy with discontent. I want to go out and have a good time, I want to be young and free again. AND, I am not young or free so what do I do?
Apparently, I go out with a bunch of friends to a bar and get toasted. That is what I did on Saturday night and had a blast. Corena officially labeled it a 1/3-life crisis, since 33 is too young anymore to be a mid-life ordeal.
Again, no hangover thanks to the Red Bull in between shots of Jager. Love it! My brother was quite the dancer and the band even had to stop in the middle of a song to gain composure! Of course, the lead singer apologized as he fought back a laugh and then jump-started the song again. John was the hit that night. He was totally shit-faced and doesn't remember how he got to his room. Now, if he could just remember why his stairs were wet and the floor of his bathroom had liquid on it, that would be great. I hope the hell he didn't pull the male drunk card and piss all over the place. I have observed this frequently from males. Why can't they make it to the toilet. I have never seen a female piss all over herself. I have seen females passed out on the toilet, beside a toilet, thank goodness never in a toilet. But I have seen men piss their pants, in the street, in a tent, in the bed, in a pellet stove, in a sink, a bathtub, a laundry basket, a closet, a bedroom, heard about them pissing on each other while sleepwalking...... the list goes on. What is that all about?
June 6, 2006
Is 33 too young to be suffering a mid-life crisis? I am wondering, because I think that I am going through one right now.
I have always been a happy, driven person who knew what she wanted. Most of the time I get what I want. I work hard and rejoice in the happiness of my life.
BUT, lately I have been antsy with discontent. I want to go out and have a good time, I want to be young and free again. AND, I am not young or free so what do I do?
Apparently, I go out with a bunch of friends to a bar and get toasted. That is what I did on Saturday night and had a blast. Corena officially labeled it a 1/3-life crisis, since 33 is too young anymore to be a mid-life ordeal.
Again, no hangover thanks to the Red Bull in between shots of Jager. Love it! My brother was quite the dancer and the band even had to stop in the middle of a song to gain composure! Of course, the lead singer apologized as he fought back a laugh and then jump-started the song again. John was the hit that night. He was totally shit-faced and doesn't remember how he got to his room. Now, if he could just remember why his stairs were wet and the floor of his bathroom had liquid on it, that would be great. I hope the hell he didn't pull the male drunk card and piss all over the place. I have observed this frequently from males. Why can't they make it to the toilet. I have never seen a female piss all over herself. I have seen females passed out on the toilet, beside a toilet, thank goodness never in a toilet. But I have seen men piss their pants, in the street, in a tent, in the bed, in a pellet stove, in a sink, a bathtub, a laundry basket, a closet, a bedroom, heard about them pissing on each other while sleepwalking...... the list goes on. What is that all about?
June 6, 2006
Jesus Christ Superstar
Current mood: curious
A musical about Jesus and his apostles, his doubters and crucifixion. I have seen this movie about 50 times. Most viewings have been in surround-sound and with Paul half-crocked on Pabst. It is one of Paul's favorite movies, so I am subject to it whenever he gets in the mood. The same can be said for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Rob Roy, and to a lesser extent Hamburger Hill, Gladiator and BraveHeart.
I am listening to JCS right now and there are about eight to ten empties lining the window sill in our bonus room. "What's the buzz, tell me whatsa happening?"
Agnostics. I have noticed it a lot on myspace lately. And they are mostly college-educated, thirty-somethings that are not married. The reason I bring this up is that is it just a coincidence that these people post agnostic as their belief. Agnostics don't know what they believe in. They are non-committal on the subject. God could exist, but maybe he doesn't? God could have put man and women on the earth, but all their anthro and science classes have taught them we have evolved from apes.
I find the coincidence in some of these people fascinating. They are non-committal in relationships, thus they are single. They are non-committal in career paths and so they still seek continuing education. And they are non-committal about God. I also find most of them very strong people who are outspoken as well. So they commit to an opinion, just not in life-changing, or life-enlightening things?
I am not saying it is good or bad, just an observation that's all. I have posted Christian as my religion. I believe in God. I also believe in evolution. I believe in both. My theory as an anthro major and as a Christian is interesting I guess. But the masses will notice as more and more species of man is found, that homo-sapiens existed at the same time as our evolving "selves." I can't get into this in this blog session, because it is a little complicated, but it is interesting, and every new discovery makes it more and more so.
Anyway, just my ranting for tonight.
Amen.
May 31, 2006
A musical about Jesus and his apostles, his doubters and crucifixion. I have seen this movie about 50 times. Most viewings have been in surround-sound and with Paul half-crocked on Pabst. It is one of Paul's favorite movies, so I am subject to it whenever he gets in the mood. The same can be said for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Rob Roy, and to a lesser extent Hamburger Hill, Gladiator and BraveHeart.
I am listening to JCS right now and there are about eight to ten empties lining the window sill in our bonus room. "What's the buzz, tell me whatsa happening?"
Agnostics. I have noticed it a lot on myspace lately. And they are mostly college-educated, thirty-somethings that are not married. The reason I bring this up is that is it just a coincidence that these people post agnostic as their belief. Agnostics don't know what they believe in. They are non-committal on the subject. God could exist, but maybe he doesn't? God could have put man and women on the earth, but all their anthro and science classes have taught them we have evolved from apes.
I find the coincidence in some of these people fascinating. They are non-committal in relationships, thus they are single. They are non-committal in career paths and so they still seek continuing education. And they are non-committal about God. I also find most of them very strong people who are outspoken as well. So they commit to an opinion, just not in life-changing, or life-enlightening things?
I am not saying it is good or bad, just an observation that's all. I have posted Christian as my religion. I believe in God. I also believe in evolution. I believe in both. My theory as an anthro major and as a Christian is interesting I guess. But the masses will notice as more and more species of man is found, that homo-sapiens existed at the same time as our evolving "selves." I can't get into this in this blog session, because it is a little complicated, but it is interesting, and every new discovery makes it more and more so.
Anyway, just my ranting for tonight.
Amen.
May 31, 2006
Somebody Slap Me ...
and wake me up! I am drowsy here at the store and I just hopped over to Java Depot to get a cold coffee. I just need something exciting to happen like say, a customer walk through the door or something.
Yesterday was a good day at the coast and the weekend was fabulous. Best Sunday we have ever had actually. I am glad tomorrow I get a day to stay at home. I am going to sleep in, do laundry, get a massage if my LMT has an opening, do more laundry, clean my room so I can walk in my closet and get a bunch of stuff into bags. A bag for donations, a bag for Ebay and a giant trash bag. I am really in the mood to get rid of the clutter around the house.
I put a couple of new pics up on my page. They are not new, just found. Paul brought them over from the old house. One of the pics is his favorite pic of me, so I put it up for him. You should check them out and tell me whiich one is your favorite.
Paul wishes I still looked like that. But honey, I can't go back in time and neither can you. And that is me, inside I still am that person. Alas, I have packed on some pounds since moving to Oregon and I really need to get it off, but the doctor said something like -- "no sugar, cut it out entirely. No white flour -- no pasta, rice, bread." Masochist. Who is she kidding? I like inflicting pain on others, self-deprivation is not in my vocabulary.
I can't fathom a daily diet without those things. Can I? So I am going to have to figure something else out. I have been contemplating getting a bike and that is probably an excellent idea for this summer, but what happens when the rain starts again?
I need a partner to go riding with and keep me motivated. Get me out of the house on a beautiful day for a little while. Paul runs, and I have never been a runner so that is not going to happen. I would really like to try yoga. My physical therapist says that I am very flexible. Yoga would help me become even more flexible, help strengthen my core, and give me some much needed stress relief. I don't know why I haven't already signed up it sounds so good.
This Saturday my friend and I are going to see the DaVinci Code. I am interested in seeing how they adapted the novel to fit into less than two hours. One friend of mine, who will remain nameless, thinks that the DaVinci Code is highly overrated and most people don't understand it. Here is an excerpt from a bulletin my lovely niece posted, "The Da Vinci Code ... was a really good movie.... I'm still confused on a few parts but it was an awesome movie. Just letting everyone know!"
I know that he will laugh at that and say, "exactly! Most people don't get it." OK, I say. But isn't it good to at least feed the people some interesting tidbits to ponder? And if we don't start instilling "conspiracy theory" into our next generation to take the lead then who will? Like Napolean Dynamite would say, "Gosh."
And speaking of Mr. Dynamite, I had tater tots tonight. I realize that this is completely off the subject, but hey, I will use any transition I can get to say "Hasta La Vista" so I can shut down this machine and hop into a nice warm bed. Ciao!
May 30, 2006
Yesterday was a good day at the coast and the weekend was fabulous. Best Sunday we have ever had actually. I am glad tomorrow I get a day to stay at home. I am going to sleep in, do laundry, get a massage if my LMT has an opening, do more laundry, clean my room so I can walk in my closet and get a bunch of stuff into bags. A bag for donations, a bag for Ebay and a giant trash bag. I am really in the mood to get rid of the clutter around the house.
I put a couple of new pics up on my page. They are not new, just found. Paul brought them over from the old house. One of the pics is his favorite pic of me, so I put it up for him. You should check them out and tell me whiich one is your favorite.
Paul wishes I still looked like that. But honey, I can't go back in time and neither can you. And that is me, inside I still am that person. Alas, I have packed on some pounds since moving to Oregon and I really need to get it off, but the doctor said something like -- "no sugar, cut it out entirely. No white flour -- no pasta, rice, bread." Masochist. Who is she kidding? I like inflicting pain on others, self-deprivation is not in my vocabulary.
I can't fathom a daily diet without those things. Can I? So I am going to have to figure something else out. I have been contemplating getting a bike and that is probably an excellent idea for this summer, but what happens when the rain starts again?
I need a partner to go riding with and keep me motivated. Get me out of the house on a beautiful day for a little while. Paul runs, and I have never been a runner so that is not going to happen. I would really like to try yoga. My physical therapist says that I am very flexible. Yoga would help me become even more flexible, help strengthen my core, and give me some much needed stress relief. I don't know why I haven't already signed up it sounds so good.
This Saturday my friend and I are going to see the DaVinci Code. I am interested in seeing how they adapted the novel to fit into less than two hours. One friend of mine, who will remain nameless, thinks that the DaVinci Code is highly overrated and most people don't understand it. Here is an excerpt from a bulletin my lovely niece posted, "The Da Vinci Code ... was a really good movie.... I'm still confused on a few parts but it was an awesome movie. Just letting everyone know!"
I know that he will laugh at that and say, "exactly! Most people don't get it." OK, I say. But isn't it good to at least feed the people some interesting tidbits to ponder? And if we don't start instilling "conspiracy theory" into our next generation to take the lead then who will? Like Napolean Dynamite would say, "Gosh."
And speaking of Mr. Dynamite, I had tater tots tonight. I realize that this is completely off the subject, but hey, I will use any transition I can get to say "Hasta La Vista" so I can shut down this machine and hop into a nice warm bed. Ciao!
May 30, 2006
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