Just me. I try to tell it like it is and vent every once in awhile. I'm not trying to be funny, sad, wax poetical...just sharing my thoughts, hopes, and emotions.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sorry, life has been busy!!
I got back into my comic strip again. I seem to have hit another philosophical stage in my life. On Monday I was reading a book about self-actualization, and I realized all the things in my life I never seemed to have time for; but if I had just done them, I probably would have finished or have them up and running right now. Therefore, I set up my desk and started to strip again. Comic strip of course. Eventually I'll share but I'm keeping this little project close in the meantime.
Also, a friend of mine heard my angst ridden wailing and has agreed to come over Sunday and start me on guitar lessons. I suppose I'll have to buy a starter guitar pretty soon, but I'm psyched about this.
This week has been pretty hectic as my boss hired some help for me. When she first mentioned hiring someone I thought she was just trying to be nice in saying they were hiring him for me. Little did I know...my last four days have been busy getting this person up to speed. At least he's smart and nice. Reminds me of Peter Sarsgaard.
Hubby had an eye doctor appt today. He has an issue with his eyes that could predispose him to retinal detachment. That's the bad news. The good news is that they can do laser surgery and weld his retina so it doesn't detach. So cross your fingers for him that everything will go well.
My buddy Blueberri has got sumthin, sumthin going on with her very first boyfriend. I'm probably driving her nuts talking about it all the time, but I'm happy for her. She seems happy...and a bit blushy when I talk to her about him. We are going to see a comedian this weekend and finally get to meet the guy. Blueberry - forewarn him that an application and urine sample will be required. Nobody but the best for my buddies!! (Just kidding, we'll go easy on the guy.)
Anyway, I think that's all for now. Have tons of work to catch up to now that I have 'help'. LOL. *sigh*
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Giggety, giggety
I know, rather childish, but hey! I'm a married woman working under a lot of pressure. I deserved it!! And not only did I get good luvin once...but TWICE! Two days in a row!! Unheard of.
Anyway, yes, I'm in a fairly good mood this week. Things are getting much b...(whoops, boss just walked in, that could have been pretty potentially embarassing!)
Anyway, as I was saying. Life in general is getting better. This Saturday I just recouped and watched a VH1 series on teen stars for about 5 hours. (Be still my heart..John Cusack, Ralph Macchio, Tom Cruise *sigh*)
Sunday Blueberry came over and we hung out for while. It was nice. Hmmm, that reminds me though...must get Moonstruck for her to watch. She's never seen it and I believe it's one of the damned funniest and romantic movies ever. (Be still my heart...Nic Cage, frickin gorgeous even missing a hand).
Well I have to work and fantasize about past crushes. Hopefully things have calmed down somewhat for awhile.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Stupid Freakin Cops!!
Ahem, anyway, I was driving on the exit ramp from the freeway to the local roads. It slightly curves and is downhill = massive fun road to drive at about 60 MPH. (Or higher)
I just get around the curve and BAM!! Copper parked in the MIDDLE of the freakin road. And when I look over onto the sidewalk, there he is (couldn't miss him by the shine coming off his bald little head), gleefully pointing the speed device from hell at everyone car. You think I'm elaborating, dontcha? No, he had a BIG ASS GRIN while he was doing this.
I would have loved to hear the calls on the radio while this asshole was trying to ticket people for going 5 mph over the speed limit.
"Where the hell is Frank? We have a triple homicide, suicide up on the hill! Plus some kid is whacked on crack over on 19th an shooting people!!"
"Oh, Frank is out ticketing speeders...in a business area...with no pedestrians...and hardly any traffic..."
"Oh, okay then.."
Stupid freakin cops. Got nuthin better to do....geez!!!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Shameless Pandering
But thank you for those compliments. *flutters eyelashes*
Anyway, I feel like SHIT tonight!!! Just lightheaded and tired. Bleh!!! You know the feeling? When you don't want to get up and do ANYTHING? Ugh!!! I hate this feeling.
I did clean house though. Kinda. Cleaned dishes really.
Well nighty-night. I'm probably boring you to death. I'm at least boring myself to sleep.
BTW, if you want to play God, go to addictinggames.com and play Wrath. It's awesome. Only 2nd to "Don't Shoot The Puppy"
Name That Change!
This is me a few weeks ago. Same weight. (Yes, I'm a little self absorbed at the moment.)
And me now...
I look different don't I? WTH?!?!
Anyway, other than freaking out that I may be a replacement pod person, I'm doing okay. Have lot of stuff going on. Work is going well. Just tired.
Oh...and I saw Elvis in a Honda driving down Dunlap today.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Awkward Phase
I'm having one of those weeks. I know the many moments where I mentally slapped my hand to my forehead and thought, "Duh!" but can't really explain why that is.
All my friends must think I'm insane. But perhaps, this is a good thing. I've been in a slump lately and feeling depressed. So apparently I've upgraded to dorky.
All in all not THAT bad of an issue, but it's playing havoc with my cool facade. I can hardly retain my cool status why bumbling over lame jokes and giggling like a schoolgirl to cover up my social faux paus'.
Oh yeah and I keep sharing information with people that perhaps I shouldn't be...
*slap* Doh!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
What to do? What to do?
Well, I decided to go ahead and just pitch in for the camera. Thanks to everyone for your suggestions. I may still get her a little something for the trip, but I'm broke until next payday. Story of my life, eh?
I've had a pretty good day so far. Went to WW, refused to weigh in, had a little breakfast, visited with Bluebert, then went to have lunch and a little shopping with a friend. Even bought a peice of clothing. A very chic little sweater.
(Sidenote to Bluebert: Said friend may be joining us next Saturday. I think she really wants to but her drive in is a bit insane. I invited her to bkfast afterwards too.)
Anyhoo, off to enjoy the day. Have a good weekend everyone!! Now where was I? Ahhh, that's right...
Telly, I think.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Need Your Help!!
Well, they want to get her a digital camera that is easy to use.
My issue? I know my grandma. She doesn't use technology. They got her a computer...she never uses it. So now they're going to get her a camera that will require her to use a computer too?!?!
I know it sounds bad that I'm bitching about a present...but here's the deal. They're asking everyone to pitch in $50 to get it. Aside from the fact that $50 is pretty steep, espcially considering we're just getting out of the money problems (oh yeah, hubby is employed again). But I just don't agree with this present at all. I think she'll use it on the trip...maybe...and then leave it on her dresser.
I think a better gift would be a gift cert for new clothes (she just lost thirty + pounds recently) or perhaps a new luggage set.
So my question to you freinds is...do I go with the sprirt of community and go ahead and shell out $50 for a gift I don't think she'll enjoy? Or say, "No, I already got a present", and get her something I think she'll truly use and enjoy...and needs.
What do you think?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
The Saga Continues...
Okay, let me recap what's happened:
- Mom in hospital last Saturday. Surgery on Thursday, care center on Saturday.
- Little brother, working. Has not called or seen mom.
- Aunt, uncle, cousin, hubby all come into town on Saturday. Haven't seen cousin in 15 years. Haven't ever seen her husband.
- Sunday Grand Canyon trip cancelled for me and hubby due to unemployment on hubby's part.
Okay, I think I have you up to the part, which forgive me if I've said it before, but I'm too lazy to leave this post and check. So you may see a slight duplication in story telling.
Take a big breath...
Sunday my aunt and uncle show up at my brothers door (he's about 17). He was warned about the Grand Canyon trip. Expensive hotel room = let us know if you're not going. You guessed it...he cancelled. Says he has work. So everyone's pissed. But they leave without him.
Today? Well, let me tell you. This morning around 10 a.m. I had to take hubby to an interview. On the way back I had to take mom home from the care facility. Then I headed over to work and watched the clock turn very slowly.
After work, I was informed everyone is getting together for Chinese food over at mom's. I get home and tell hubby to get ready then call mom to make sure everyone is there. Here's how the conversation goes:
Me: Hello?
Mom: Umm, yes...what...oh hello.
Me: Is everyone there?
Mom: Yes come over. We're just in the middle of a crisis here.
Me: What?
Mom: We're in a crisis. The cops are over. Grandma rummaged through your brothers room and found a box. So she called the cops. Come on over. *dial tone*
WTF?!
Thoughts through head: What the fuck was in that box? Why on earth would grandma call the cops? And why the fuck would my mother air the dirty laundry for everyone and THEIR brother to see and invite us over for a first row viewing?
So we get over there. Umm, it was pot. They scared the shit out of everyone for pot.
Granted I'm the last one to want to see my brother get addicted to the stuff. But come'on!!
Anyway, I sit down, mom tells us the story. Then she looks over at me and says, "Why don't you go back there and talk to him?"
About what?!?!
What am I supposed to say? "No, no bad boy!!"?
*sigh*
Monday, April 10, 2006
I'll try to get an entry out before the insanity hits
But I figured before the shit hit the fan, I'd update all my online buddies on what I've been up to lately.
Hmmm, lemme see....utter confusion and complete exhaustion. Yep, I think that's it in a nutshell.
And to help out matters my hubby and I watched "Leaving Las Vegas" last night. What a freakin depressing movie!!
Halfway through the movie, hubby looks over at me and asks if I would like some 'lovin'. To which I replied, sure and we headed off to the bedroom. However, I switched on the television so I could finally finish watching that damned movie. He tried to be all sweet and attentive, but I don't care who you are, sex and Leaving Las Vegas just don't mix. You'd think they would, but believe watching Nicholas Cage in a drunken stupor is not romance inducing at all!!
Hope you all had a good weekend!!!!
Friday, April 07, 2006
I'll catch up this weekend
Hmmm, I guess I'm in a mood in which I want to share, but not exactly sure WHAT to share. My mind seems to go utterly blank whenever I try to think of something to say.
I suppose I could tell you all the thoughts that ran through my mind when we received news that mother came out of surgery okay.
After the doctor informed us of the news, I handed my cell phone over to my grandmother and informed her I was going to get a drink. My grandmother doesn't know, or at least doesn't let on that she knows, that I smoke. After all the excitement I was in dire need of some cancer.
So I picked up my purse and headed outside. The hospital is a smoke-free campus (which I don't blame them) therefore I had to walk out to the street to do my dirty business.
Once I arrived at my destination, I thought about all the hardships my family has had to face. Especially the women in my family. However, we do have one advantage...or perhaps one weakness, however you want to look at it. The women in my family are stereotypical Irish....we are hardy to the core.
It's us that the friends and family look to to keep everything afloat. We stuff our feelings down deep, muster up the best we can, roll back our sleeves and take care of what needs to be done.
You won't find us crying or moaning about everything. We are solid.
I imagine if the rest of the women are anything like I am though, after everything has been taken care of, we wander off somewhere dark and quiet and cry our hearts out.
I imagine most women are like this. Although men are the hunter/gatherers women have had to take care of everything else. There's no time for hysterics or tears. What needs to be done has to be done.
It's gets awfully tiring though.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Exhausted
Just got back from the hospital. We arrived at around 4 and left around 10:30 p.m. Everything went well and she is now recuperating in the comfort of her own room. She should be outta there in a few days.
Thank God!! Now I can worry about other stuff, like programing my DVR.
Thanks everyone!!
P.S. Cloudy - Sorry about the blog entry. With everything going on, I just spaced it. Let me know if there is any way I can make it up to you. Hope you forgive me and I'm not banned. :-)
Another Quick Update
Busy at work
Busy at home
Everything is hitting at once!!
So mom has her surgery set for 5 p.m. today.
Well I've been pulled off from updating due to work. Take care everyone and I'll let you know how it goes soon.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Quick Update
She's been calling me and I feel much better because she sounds hopeful. They are taking really good care of her. And it helps that they keep her continuously doped up.
Thanks everyone for the kind comments. I do really appreciate it. And Hippo, thanks for putting my mom on your prayer list. It means so very much to me. So much I didn't even realize how much until you actually told me. Thank you for being a good friend. Through all the crap and good times. :-)
Okay, I gotta go before I get any more sappier.
When I get some time, I'll catch up with you all.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Getting the Shit kicked out of me.
Last night, at approximately 12:30 a.m. (Well, I guess that's officially this morning.) I got that phone call that you start out cursing, and end up dreading.
Looking at the caller id, I saw it was my mother and knew it was not going to be good news. When I answered and it was my grandmother I knew it was even worse than I thought.
My mother had fallen. My grandmother could not take her to the hospital, and would I be willing to drive over and take my mother? I believe a small sigh of relief escaped me as I was expecting much worse news.
I got dressed and cursed my husband for looking so cozy in bed, and headed over to my mothers. When I arrived, I was escorted to the back bedroom and confronted with my mother looking very much in pain. It was obvious she couldn't get out of bed on her own and doubtfully with my grandmother's assistance, so I inquired about an ambulance. In my mother's stubborn words, "I don't want to call an ambulance. They'll take me to Baptist, and I want to go to Mary's." I could hardly blame her for not wanting to go to Baptist. It was a chop shop. However, logic dictating, I asked, "Well how bout we call and find out if they can take you to Mary's instead?"
I called, they confirmd that she could do that, and then my grandmother called 911. They were busy. So we had to call out the Fire Department.
I must honestly admit this was the highlight of our evening. 5 strong, gorgeous men showed up. They were very nice and extremely gentle with my mother. One brawny fireman picked up my mother effortlessly and walked her out of the house to the stretcher. My grandmother, with her old lady gratiousness showing through, gave the fireman a token of her appreciation, a medium sized box of chocolates, with to our amusement made it as far as the fire truck. Upon leaving the house, we saw them scarfing it down as if it were a last meal.
We arrived at the hospital and they checked my mother in. They rolled her into the hallway and that's where she pretty much stayed for the rest of her duration there.
The first hour passed. She continually moaned and whimpered. The second hour, she was taken for x-rays. The third, a CAT scan. The fourth and fifth hour went by as we watched her roll around in pain. My grandmother and I exchanged glances. We had hoped at worst when we arrived that she had pulled a muscle in her groin, but the pain was not alleviating. We feared the unknown.
Finally in about the sixth hour, the doctor came by and gave the news. She has a fracture in her hip. She would need to go through surgery. Unfortnately for my mother, this is no minor ordeal. It's bad enough she fears surgery, although she's never had it, but she has a list of disorders and issues a mile long which when she broke her shoulder bone had the resident surgeon replying, "I would never do surgery on you and thank God I never will have to."
See, mom has scleroderma, lupus, and fibromyalgia. Which any one of those alone would be fatal, but together they keep her going. She's frail and has virtually no muscle in her body. She also has acid reflux and can not even lie down straight. To do surgery would be extremely risky.
My mom has been in and out of hospitals since age 18. She's seen more doctors than I've seen movies. She gets poked and prodded, and questioned and guessed about. She's a living guinea pig, and that's no exageration.
At one point this morning after about 7 hours at the hospital and a total of about 12 hours of pain, my mom admitted, "If I don't make it through this surgey, I don't care. I'm so tired of this. Everytime I get up on my feet, I get knocked down again. I just don't care...really, I mean it."
It takes quite a bit of shit throughout you're life to say that...and really mean it. It's fucked up.
I hope that it will be okay. I hope my mom will make it. But I can't but wonder....WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? The past three months have been HHHEEELLLL. Fuckin A, fucker, funking shit ass cunt!!! FUCK!
Okay, I'm going to get some sleep. I can't promise that I'll wite anytime soon. It depends on, well it depends on a lot of things.
So until then just call me Job.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
So You Want [Sexy] Pics, huh?
What?! Ooohhhhh, of me in boots?
You know, it's kind of scary how much I look like the church lady in this picture.
Anyway, how ON EARTH would I get a good picture of me in boots? I certainly can't take it myself. What else am I going to do?
Me: "Honey, could you do me a favor and take a really sexy picture of me in boots for my online guy fans? It's okay, I only share every hope and dream with them online."
Hubby: Silence.
Yeah, I'm sure that'd go over real well. All of a sudden I would be brought down by the HCC (Husband Communications Crackdown).
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So just kicking back today. Bluebert is over helping hubby out with his website. Hubby is driving her nuts. He's such a perfectionist, but this is what makes him so successful.
Me? I just want to kick back with a mai tai and a cigarette, and maybe a good romance novel and chill. But there is laundry to be done and queries to be ran.
Have a good weekend everyone!!