Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Today I had invited Anne (& her boys) and Linda (& her daughter) over but have to renege on it. Mikey woke up feeling "pukey" and actually puked around 10am. Olivia is now complaining of a tummy ache, too. Luckily, it's only a 24 hour thing and Benny already had it. Long live viruses. Motherfuckers.
Tomorrow I have to pick up my Avon catalogs and we have to get our Ceramics to send my parents and give to Regina. Afterwards, we've been invited by Linda to McDonalds. She wants to buy us lunch for Christmas. I thought that was very nice and providing everyone is healthy, we'll go!
Thursday we have a Christmas lunch playdate with our newest friends; Maureen (Ben and Sophia), Rene (Emory), Kristen (MaKenna) and Heather (Gavin, Grayson, Griffin). We became friends with each other through Heather. The kids took soccer with Gavin in the fall of 2004 and then he took one session of Karate with Mikey at Central Park. Heather invited the kids to her birthday party for Gavin in the fall of this year and that's where I met Maureen and Rene. From there I was invited to another girl's birthday party and saw Mo and Rene again and they told me about their coffee meetings on Mondays (which is perfect since Michael is off on Mondays). Long story, short; we've made good friends. I'm thrilled. FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY, real like minded people with REAL personalities that do REAL things and LIVE in my city. Who'da thunk? LOL We're going to a NYE Party at Rene's house, even. I cant wait!!! So, back to the playdate. We're all pitching in. Maureen is hosting and we are gonna have crafts, food, sweets, the whole nine yards. It's gonna be wild.
Friday. I think I might get to rest and catch up on laundry. I'm caught up as of now but this won't last for long.
Saturday. We're going for Christmas Eve lunch to Regina and Tommy's. Laid back, good food, family... Should be nice. Wish my parents could be with us. :(
Sunday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JESUS!!!!!
I've used up my exclamation marks for the day so now I will end this blogpost.
!! (ok, I had 2 more)
Saturday, December 10, 2005
So, the tree will not be in front of the window this year. Instead I have opted to put it beside the mantle/fireplace, by the garage door. This way, it will be out of the way and will still iluminate the family room in all it's Christmasy splendor. The tree is not decorated because I wanted to do it right and the two strings of colored lights on white wire just wasn't doing it. One string is on the front window (just kinda hanging on the valance) and the other string is run, back-and-forth twice, on the mantle. It looks nice in the night time. The real test is to see how this looks in the daylight. If it looks cheesy, I will have no problem taking them down.
After we fight the crowds in Walmart, while purchasing our green wired Christmas lights, we'll come home and decorate the tree. Pictures to follow.
Maybe this will help me get out of the "I-don't-believe-it's-Christmas-already" funk that I've been in. Only time will tell, eh?
Friday, December 09, 2005
1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004 & now 2005!!
This morning I woke up early enough to get a cake baked and decorated. It was a little warm when he cut into it but it was very yummdillyummy!! The kids made him some cards and gave them to him while he was getting dressed. I told the kids to come once he was ready to walk down the hall to get his coffee/lunch. We lit the candles and sang as soon as he rounded the corner! Our special little birthday party for Papa!!
Happy Birthday Michael! I hope that wish you wished comes true. I loveth thee.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
What ever happened to predictability?
The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV.
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go (there’s a heart).
There's a heart. A hand to hold onto.
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go.
There’s a face of somebody who needs you.
Everywhere you look,
When you’re lost out there and you’re all alone,
A light is waiting to carry you home,
Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.
Sponge Bob Square Pants' Christmas Special went off and ass soon as it did I hear the three infamous bars of this song... Mikey exclaims, "OH I LOVE THIS SHOW THE BEST!!!"
Rock on Full House. You are spanning generations. Generations, I say!!
Before we left for Buffalo in October we had a gazillion books to return. I had pulled up our account history of what was due and we had every book accounted for, save one. This one that was no where to be found just happened to be about Pilots. I made the kids look for that book for hours before we left to return them, to no avail. Mikey swore, up and down, that we returned it the week prior. I wasn't too convinced but had to let go of it. After all, the very next day we were trekking up north and really what could I do? So, we went in to the library and I metioned to the librarian that we couldn't find this book and that the eldest boy could have sworn that it was returned. She said, "That's not a problem. We'll just suspend this book in the system. If you find it, bring it back." Sure thing, mama!
We had one more book that was forgotten at home and since it was so late I asked Michael to return it for us. He said he would; said being the operative word. Lowe and behold, we return home and the Rhino book was still on the counter. Michael had forgotten to take it back. Late fee. Then, a few hours later, as the kids were preparing for slumber I hear "OH BOY!" and the kids run up to me. Mikey was carrying something but I couldn't quite make it out until he held it up and I could see, it was the Pilot book.
"Uh, Mama, we forgot that this was under all the stuffed animals on Benny's bed!"
"But I had you scour the whole house for this specific book. Did. I. Not?"
"Yes, but, uh, we, uh, forgot it was there."
At this point I told the kids that they would be responsible for the fines on this book. Which were looking at about $5.00. They were unhappy but it was their fault.
Fast forward to today.
I go to pull into the library and I hear Mikey mutter something. For all I know he could have said "Oh Shit" but he really said "Oh No". He went on to tell me that he didn't have his money and what about all the fines and how were we gonna take books out if, yadda yadda yadda. I told him not to worry about it and that we'd eventually pay the fine. No problem.
We get our books. We go to check out and the librarian says, "You have an outstanding fine." Mikey gulps and I say "I know but we can't pay it right now." and she tells me that it's ok if we pay it next time. [This next part could have happened in slow motion for all I know] I ask, "How much is the fine?" and she responds with "foooooooooooooorrrrrrttttttyyyyyyyyyy ceeeennnnttttssss". OMG, fourty dollars? No, fourty cents? WHAT? What the hell? Phew. Ok.. Really? Yes, really. **wipes brow**
I look over at Mikey who is looking at me all relieved and all I could think was, "What a bunch of lucky fucks we are!"
In two days it's Michael's birthday and as soon as that passed we're in the double digit days and soon enough we'll be waking up to open presents. I'm done with shopping for the kids but I need to get some fleece to make Benny a octopus pillow case. I have exhausted all avenues looking for an octupus pillow so I have decided to make one, myself, by cutting fleece and making a knotted pillow case. Should be fun! LOL Maybe I should make pillows for all three. That's a little gung-ho, though!
Friday, December 02, 2005
I am so freakin' excited I can hardly stand it. Tonight a mom's group I belong to is having it's annual holiday party. I am so excited. Did I say that?
I have a nice outfit. I know how I want to do my hair. I bought some Sally Hanson Hair Removal cream (yes I need it). The only thing I need to do is make the Mexichilli and get ready.
Oh yeah, Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah..
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The most baffling phenomenon is "The Ant Graveyard" that has developed in the hall bathroom (the kids' bathroom). You can go in there, at any given time, and see the carcasses of dozens of ants. Even more baffling is the one or two ants that roam around, aimlessly, picking up their dead friends' bodies. Ant God only knows where and what they do with the empty shells of what they used to be?
Yeah. Ants. They are the suck.
Yeah. Ant Graveyard. It's just a little freaky.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Some guy said, "Hey Mike, that's gross!"
Dedo Mite retorted, in only a way he can retort, "Eh, some people dey burp in da mouth en some people dey burp in da ass. I burp in da ass."
Michael and I lost it!! To this day we use this quote. Long live burping in the mouth...and the ass!!
After we were married Baba and Dedo kept my bridal announcement on their fridge.
One day I was over and Dedo and I were at the fridge and I said, "Look at that nice bride!"
Dedo put his arm around me, squeezed, pointed at the picture and said, "Purty gurl, purty picka!" I busted a gut laughing and he walked away red-faced.
The big deal is that the word "picka" is pronounced "peachka" and it means "pussy". See?
More famous Dedo quotes:
" Hey Big Boy "
" Is my medicine " (referring to his moonshine)
" Shuddup Milevo! "
Saturday, November 26, 2005
I had three mushy bananas and added those to 2 boxes of this muffin mix. Oh. My. God. High in fiber and healthy and no skimpin' on the taste. The kids and I just ate one, kinda warm, and I could probably eat the 8 that are left over but then that wouldn't be too healthful. But, oh boy, I see weekly muffin making in my future. Maybe I could shred some veggies (zucchini, carrots) really fine in my food processor and trick Benny. Hmmmmmm.... Things that make you go, "hhhhhmmmmmmm"...
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making small popcorn!" ::smiles with pride::
"Dude, are you kidding me?"
If you could see me now you'd see me shaking my head in total, utter disbelief.
I had some stupid ideas when I was a kid. Like, hide-and-go-seek-in-the dark! Who's the brainiac that came up with that one? I mean, come on, it's pretty inevitable that someone's gonna get hurt. I did once in my cousin Mike's basement in South Buffalo and that ended with a trip to Our Lady Victory and stiches to the forehead. Or how about the time that Kelly Phillips and I decided to be cops and robbers and she had to chase me through my bedroom window. We got outside and then we couldn't get back in. We rang the doorbell and I recall having my ass handed to me, in front of Kelly, for proposing such stupidity AND actually following through with it. Or how about the times (yes, times, plural) I used to pretend I was Wonder Woman and I'd climb up on the copper tube that extended from the hot water hearter, in the basement. Oh what a genius. Years later I told my dad and he almost choked me. Hey, or how about the time I decided to decontaminate the water jug from the fridge by filling it with soap and water and leaving it on the counter. I mean, that's a disaster waiting to happen; like, your dad drinks it and chases you around a 1000 square foot house exclaiming, "I'm gonna get you, PICKU MATER".
Seriously, where the fuck do kids get these ideas from?
And, despite these countless things I COULD BE DOING, I'm still bored. I don't want to clean the kitch, do the laundry, sort the socks, organize shelves, clean the shithole garage, change the sheets, dust, write, vacuum, empty the dishwasher, exercise, go to the park, go to the death-trap-of-a-store-Walmart, mow the lawn or get the Christmas stuff out of the attic.. I don't wanna. And, here I sit, while the kids watch Star Wars, BORED OUT OF MY FREAKING MIND thinking about ways I could go eat some Chinese food and totally BLOW my diet for the week. Blargh!
Friday, November 25, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Ball & Glove
GI Joe Sigma Six
Paints & Brushes, Charcoals, Sketch Pad
Latch Hook Kit
Octopus books & a shirt
Sir Danju Knight's Kingdom
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
HOWEVER, I did it for the sake of style and not shortness. I actually found a great hairdresser and she did a great job. This picture is after my hair dried almost 75% by air. When I blowdry it it will be much less wavy but the wavy works with the style.
I'm diggin' it.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
The world is ending.
She has been begging Mikey to help her look for it for hours now.
I have wine in the fridge.
Drinking it would at least make me numb.
Otherwise, I might call a friend.
TO PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I just let the dogs out to pee/poop. Summer took care of her business and came in. Sadie, however, felt the need to traverse down the hill. Fine. She usually poops down there. Well, one minute I see her and the next I don't so I walk down, calling her all-the-while. No response. Finally I see her and she's choking down something. Oh Mah Gahd. What the fuck could she be eating? I high-tail it. I see her eating bread from a store bag, the plastic kind. What? So, now I'm yelling and throwing pine cones, acorns, grass, whatever at her to get her away from it. I go to climb up the hill to smack her away from it and I tumble, backwards and land on the left side of my face. Nice. Real. Nice. Finally, I get up the damn hill and pull her away only to find that the bread is moldy. Ugh. Stupid. Stupid. Studid. I push the bread with a stick that I found through the gate of the basketball court, close the gate and slide back down the hill and get Sadie back up to our driveway.
So now, I'm wodering if she'll get diarrhea from the mold. Michael says these things always happen to me but they don't. I just take the dogs out more than he does. Grrrrr...
My question is this: WHO THROWS BREAD INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S YARD AND WHY?!?!?!!?!!?! Fuckers.
Friday, November 18, 2005
"In Kazhakstan we have many hobbies: disco dancing, archery, rape and table tennis..."
"If you come back with me to my country,(....) I will give you television and remote control..."
"Englishman must have a hobby. Some like to collect the stamp or make jam. But the most fun is to kill a a little animal with a shotgun or rip him up with a wild dog."
"There is land of opportunities in US of A. For man, construction work, taxi driving and accountancy. For woman, as a prostitute."
"We say in Kazakhstan, "Woman who goes with book is like horse without...Saddle.""
"We say in Kazakhstan, "You find me woman with brain, I find you a horse with...Wings.""
"In America, women can vote but horse cannot! It is the other way around in my country."
"I am very strong physique and I can hold a very large woman down for 3 hours...I am strong, I can throw rock at a gypsy from 15 metres. 10 metre if I am chained up."
Fast forward to yesterday. I took the new, dearly beloved, sparrrrrrkly, beautimous vacuum out of it's box and screwed in the handle and looked over the little book and I plugged it in and I began cleaning. Oh. Mah. Gahd. I think I had an orgasm. It was WONDERFUL. There's these two buttons on it and when the place you are vacuuming is dirty the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred light will shine and then when it's clean a green light will shine. How cool is that? There were patches of carpet that were so infested with dog hair, human hair, dust and general microscopic shit that I went over the spot like five times before the green light told me to go on. By the time I vacuumed the whole house (half-assed, mind you) my bagless container was full of compacted grossness. I was appauled. But, the house was clean and a new smell emerged. Our house doesn't really smell like dog (at least I don't think it does but it might) however the new, clean smell was wonderful. Truthfully, I can't wait to pull it out again and if Michael weren't home sick today I would've already done used it again. Hopefully he'll be well enough so that I can get a few minutes of vacuuming in tomorrow morning.
There you have it. I'm a grown up. I got really excited over a vacuum cleaner. I bragged about it at Olivia's Girl Scout meeting. I called friends and told them about it. I spoke to a stranger about it. I even dreamt about this vacuum, last night. Now I've blogged it. I'm fucked. Really I am. "I don't wanna grow up, la la la la la la..." Oh well, it was bound to happen sometime.
Now I'm off to iron. Because, oh yeah, my mom gave me money for a new iron, too. It's a Rowenta. Apparently the best on earth. We'll see how it compares to the Bissell (which btw is NOT in the garage b/c it has it's own special place in a closet - I was not about to have my lovie in a cold garage now, was I?).
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
God, I don't know how He does it but He puts these people out in front of us that we are just meant to be friends with. Today I met a lady at the park after a birthday party we attended. We walked the park which was great exercise and while her son walked with my crew, she and I talked about TONS of stuff and we talked as if we had been friends all our lives. It's remarkable, actually.
I feel really lucky. Really lucky.
"Uh, I gave it to the lady."
"No, where is the one ... LIKE it!"
"Oh, it's on the countertop in that box."
[pitter patter of feet running to countertop]
[pitter patter of feet running back to my room]
"Is this it?"
[look at catalog]
"I want to order something."
"Honey, I don't want you to order anything from there."
"But I have my own money."
"That's fine but why don't you just save it?"
"Because I want to buy something."
[spot IKEA catalog]
"OH LOOK a book just like Avon but for FURNITURE!"
[Avon catalog crashes to floor]
"Can I order something from HERE?"
DEAR LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE, DOES IT EVER END?
This holiday season my goals are to gather friends, cook and bake, do crafts, enjoy music and movies of the season and advocate togetherness. I'm thinking about what I can do to get all the children we have befriended together. My house is small but I think I want to open it up and have a Kids' Christmas Party. I say thinking b/c in some way life takes twists and turns and all my plans get turned into mush. So, while I have good intentions they are still in the works. Wouldn't it be nice, though, to make some nice eats and have friends over. My dream is to own a house someday that will be able to be opened up to all our friends for a holiday party. I'm convinced I could through the bombity-bomb of parties!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
I would like to try to do a daily visit log from my time "home". While it was mellow I got to see all those that I WANTED to see. Purpose of trip fullfilled.
Two actresses that are vying for the part are Maggie Grace (Shannon of ABC's Lost) and Lisa Kudrow (Valerie of HBO's The Comeback). I'm sure whomever fills my DEAR, BELOVED, EVER FAITHFUL COUSIN PAULINE'S part will bring her to life and people will question if Pauline was indeed cast as herself. That. Believable.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Me: "What are you so smiley about?"
Lil' Boy: "You!"
Me: "You're so smiley because of me?"
Lil' Boy: "Yep, because I love you!"
What a good morning, already. Let's keep it up!
today me is goin to natta dig ali g. it's wicked, borrow it a try.
Monday, October 17, 2005
The worst part of this is that I have to wash all of the clothes and then pack them for our upcoming trip to NY. I think I might just forget our clothes and then my mom can take us on a shopping spree. Then I won't have to worry about packing or anything.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
I need to:
1) get back to regular exercise (walking, karate, pilates and yoga)
2) eat better
3) drink more water &
4) take my vitamins, daily
By NEW YEAR I would like to have dropped, at least, 20lbs. It's TOTALLY do-able! Now I just gotta fucking do it.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Now I have to mop and clean the toilets, tomorrow, and I'll be all set.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's the black fly in your Chardonnay
It's the death row pardon 2 minutes too late
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just can't take
And who would have thought
Mr Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly
Packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take this flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought 'Well isn't this nice'
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just can't take
And who would have thought
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's ok
And everything's going alright
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams and the meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think
A little too ironic
And yeah I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just can't take
And who would have thought
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
I know that for many years I neglected you. I turned to cold bubbly caffeine drinks with massive sugar. That was wrong! To think of all the time I wasted ordering double-doubles and mochas from Timmy's. To think of all the sugar packets I added to my cup at Perkins. To think of all the mornings & nights I spent drowning myself in Coke and Pepsi. Oh, how I did you wrong.
Now, I know better. No longer do I mask your ambrosial flavor. No longer do I seek to defy your very existance. And someday I will seek to pay respect and homage to you in the ownership of my very own shop dedicated to your greatness.
Your Dedicated Consumer,
Monday, October 10, 2005
taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider
freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have
bigger houses and smaller families, more
conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too
recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get
too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our
values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've
been all the way to the moon and back, but have
trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've
done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We
write more, but learn less. We plan more, but
accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to
wait. We build more computers to hold more
information, to produce more copies than ever, but
we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow
digestion, big men and small character, steep
profits and shallow relationships. These are the
days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier
houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick
trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do
everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a
time when there is much in the showroom window and
nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can
bring this letter to you, and a time when you can
choose either to share this insight, or to just hit
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will
grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with
your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and
your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and
an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time
to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
My kitchen needs mopping.
The carpet needs vacuuming.
The mantel, tv stands and window sills need dusting.
The bathrooms need detoxification.
3 bushels of laundry need to be sorted and put up.
Fall clothes need to replace summer clothes.
And, yet, I have no gumption. No will. No desire. Nothing. But, dammit, we have cake!!
It's quite crazy how life throws you a curve ball and when you catch it and throw it back your mind has changed. Sometimes the ball's not a ball at all, it's a water balloon, and it explodes in your hands and all you're left with a wet face. And, no matter how much you try to dry it, it's still dripping.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
However, the kids are my lifeline in this misery. They make me laugh, smile and help me forget the shit week I've been having. For instance, Olivia continually shows me that she is a giving, nurturing and bright spirit. The day before yesterday she spent a lot of her time making various drawings. She collected them all in a brown paper bag and vowed to give her artwork out to people she met in our everyday travels. I mustered through my pain, yesterday, and took Mikey to Karate and Olivia decided that since there were many parents at the dojo that she would hand out her art there. She was so intensely sweet doing it that it just made me realize what a blessing God gave us, in her.
So, yes, I'm not having a good week. But, at least I have three happy little pills running around the house to make me feel better.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Oh, so shitty,
I feel shitty and cruddy and not right!
And I pity
The girl who is me tonight.
I feel disgusting,
Oh, so disgusting
It's alarming how disgusting I feel!
And so icky
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the gloomy girl in that mirror there:
Who can that cheerless girl be?
Such a sad face,
Such a wrinkled dress,
Such a melancholy smile,
Such a shitty me!
I feel somber
Feel like running and dancing away....
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
I'm so still in love with this man I call my husband. And, I'm so thankful for the blessing that I have in him.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
I'm not one of these women who needs to shop daily, weekly or even monthly.
I don't have name-brand needs. I'd love some higher end clothes but they are way over-rated.
I don't really care that I'm driving about in a crappy van. I am driving around, after all and at least.
I don't even need to go on vacations to feel good. Let's grab the tent, a cooler and head for the mountains.
If money can't buy you happiness then why are [we] so fucking miserable without it?
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Today, the kids and I had a home school group playdate at a local park. One mom, my friend Shelly (you are right in assuming that almost everyone I am friends with has the name Michelle or a derivative thereof), and I were talking.
I said, "Did you hear the way he was talking to them!", referring to some man and how rudely he was talking to his boys on the basketball court behind us.
She shook her head and said "gotta love it", to acknowledge and at that time this older woman and her toddler (could've been grandson, could've been son) were at the water fountain.
The woman said, "You aren't being smart-alecy again, now, are you?" and we just looked at each other puzzled. She said, "You know it's GETTING OLD!" and Shelly begged her pardon. The woman started walking past and said, "I get it everywhere I go, why can't you just be quiet?"
At this time I said, "We have no idea what you are talking about. Care to share?"
She replied, "No, what were you talking about?"
I stated, "We were commenting about the way this man was talking to his boys."
She kept on walking and said, "Whatever!"
OMG, that was -like- totally strange. Shelly questioned what was wrong with this woman and I said, "I have no clue but apparently she's got a chip on her shoulder."
Just goes to show that insane individuals are allowed to roam the parks, freely. I mean, we were there, right?
But, woooo-dawgie, that girl's got some stank-ass breath. Don't get me started on her paws.
She plops her self in front of me, her mouth gaping, panting. She lifts her front paws on me and I'm double stankified. I just don't think she knows how putrid these smells are.
Note to self: Self, go to the store and get this dog some denta-bones, doggie toothpast and give her a fucking bath!
Monday, September 26, 2005
Dear Mr. O'Quinn,
I am just writing to say that you are a supurb actor. When I started watching LOST I was giddy with excitement that you were one of the main characters. I knew the show was bound for greatness.
My husband and I were diehard fans of MILLENIUM and Chris Carter, in general, but we were really heart-broken when the show's plug was pulled. We have always felt that it was, infact, "killed" because Y2K was upon us and the show was hitting on some seemingly controversial matter. What's your take or knowledge of why that late great show was cancelled?
Also, I would like for you to know that we often refer to "Peter Watts" around here and we say it the way you said it in the series (P-eh-ter Vatts). Your portrayal of him will never be forgotten.
I wrote that yesterday morning. Yesterday evening I checked back to get this response. TOO COOL!!
I heard it was some political in-house thing at FOX, Mishelle, or maybe CC was gettin' to big for his britches. I don't know, but that show could have gone on for a while. I liked the first season better than the second. TPTB (the powers that be) were afraid it was too dark and brooding. I thought that was the whole idea.Glad you're liking LOST, though.
Renee is a former Seattleite, Maureen is a Jersey Girl whom has strong ties to the west coast. These two along with myself and the birthday boy's mom, Heather, just gabbed and gabbed and gabbed and gabbed. At the end we all exchanged numbers/emails and we are planning to meet for coffee. Out of all the women at the party I really felt a strong connection to these two women. It's wild, really. We just talked and laughed, as if we have known each other for years.
Michael was supposed to be home before 2pm yesterday; we had a birthday party to attend. But, yesterday morning, while at Mikey's Karate Demonstration at Play in the Park Michael called to tell me that he and another pilot are making an Angel Flight into Louisiana. They flew in a doctor.. I did ask him if it was safe to fly in due to the wind and rain and he assured me that it was. I pray that everything goes as smoothly as possible.
Everything went very well. They flew into New Orleans International and he said, I've driven by that airport, has to be, a million times and I never imagined that I'd be landing a plane on one of those runways."
He told me that it was eerily void of planes and that it was just strange. They flew in from the north (over Slidell and Metairie) and he said that there wasn't a house in Slidell that didn't have a blue tarp on it and that Metairie was now dry. I forgot to ask him about the condition of the Causeway but I'll ask when he gets home today.They landed in 30-35 mph winds. He said it was one of the hardest, yet fullfilling, landings to date.
Ok, so Paula Dean is not the devil but she's damn close. After all, she can make all this fabulous food that in turn makes me think of things I can make and eat (read: gorge my-fucking-self with). It's just not fair.
I hate having to watch what I eat. Why can't I just be one of those assholes that have a fast metabolism and that can eat french bread for hours straight. WHY? Why'd I have to have the genes that are condusive to keeping me FAT? Someone tell me. TELL ME NOW!
I hate bad servers.
But, moreso, I hate INCOMPETANCE.
[in my best Napolean Dynamite voice, directed at Erica] "Ya freakin' idiot. Sheeesh."
Sometimes I wish that I could live in a big city. The feeling I get from them are different. I mean, I love the country. I feel that if I had a nice log cabin in the woods by a mountain and a stream that I'd be set but then when I visit a city I think that I could definitely live in a city and be fine.
Atlanta is beautiful. The buildings are beautiful and the feel of the city is very historical to me. We had dinner at the Pleasant Peasant and the feel of that small establishement was very old yet refined as most are in the heart of New Orleans. It was splendid.
I looked like the shiz-nit, too! My hair was perfectly coiffed, my outfit was modernly fashioable, my jewlery chic and my make up perfect. I even waxed and plucked earlier in the day.
When I walked into Michelle's house to drop the kids off she literally had to pick her jaw up off the floor to tell me how beautiful I looked. She couldn't stop staring at me. I was giddy with that "I'm-going-to-a-dance-at-church" feeling. This feeling went away after the church dances became nothing but up until a certain point I would be almost vommitting, I was so excited. I felt this way on Wednesday night.
Yesterday I looked up the directions to the closest Aldi again b/c I wanted to get out there to get some staples. I was wanting to go yesteday afternoon but was too beat (read: Karate and watching 7 kids KICKED MY FUCKING ASS). So, I was pleased to see on the website that our Aldi was open on Sundays from 12-6pm."Kids, we're going to Aldi's. Get your shoes on, make a pee, let's go.", and we're off.The drive is about 30 minutes. Well worth the milage for the price of cereal bars, granola bars, whole wheat bread, dog treats, canned goods and chicken tenderloins; not to mention they have those awesome cheddar brats and turkey bacon! On the way there we stopped at Walmart (and I got a couple Avon catalogs out) and then to my pal Linda's (to give her and her mom a catalog). From Lindalu's we headed down to The Mecca of Cheap Food!I had to call my other pal, Michelle, to find out if I was going the right way and LUCKILY her husband was home to take the call. He informed that I was going the wrong way and told me which way to go and such. So, I finally get to Mecca and there isn't one single car in the parking lot.
What the shit, man?
What the fuck do you mean it's closed?
The website said it was to be open.
This is bunk. Bunk, I say.
So, I call back my directional advisor Mike (Michelle's husband). I asked if he could go "on the line" and see if there were any others close by. I wait a few minutes to call back (read: dial up sucks squirrel nuts) and he says that their website is not working.
What the shit, man?
It's not working?
What the fuck do you mean it's not working?
The website was working just yesterday.
This is bunk.Bunk, I say.
Mike advises me to go a few more miles to another Mecca. Maybe that one is open? We hope. I get the directions (thank you, o wise one) and finally get there. The lights are on. It's gotta be open. The kids exclaim that it's open. I believe it's open and then I pull all the way in. SHIT. It's closed. This trip to Mecca sucked. I'd love to say I'm never going back but the allure of the low-low prices are too strong.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Michael and I fell in love with Pocky when we would go to this Vietnamese store in New Orleans. I honestly can't remember what we used to buy there OTHER than Pocky.
Well, lowe and behold, our Walmart (of all places) sells Pocky for 88 cents a box. They have the regular chocolate kind as you see here to the left but they also have the yummy strawberry kind. It's just such a wonderful little treat and beats out any candy-type treat, IMO.
So, my new resolution, which was formulated while shopping for Benny's birthday present, is that I will buy a box of Pocky for those I love whenever I get a chance and that the kids will get a box of Pocky for their birthday. So, you must be ware for a box of Pocky might show up in your mailbox someday. And, when that day comes you will be so in love with it that you will want more and more and more and more.
Long live Pocky and all Pocky products!!!
Finally, I said, "Mom! Look. We want to come visit. One week is better than NO week?"
And she replied with, "Yeah, you're right."
Now, I know that she's [mildly depressed] and all she's looking is for me to rant and rave about how we want to come b/c our visits are special and full of fun and that we really really really really REALLY want to see them. But, for fuck's sake, woman, don't torture yourself. Say, "Ok sweetheart, I'll send you some gas money and you and the kids can visit us and we'll go to Pumpkinville, the movies, to Duff's, to church etc.. etc.. etc.."
[In the Napoleon Dynamite voice] Shhhhhaaa Ya flippin' idiot!
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Benny and Mikey had basketball yesterday. They both had a hard time dribbling but Mikey got it more than his little bro did. Also, Mikey's class was smaller and each child got more one-on-one.
Don't get me wrong, they had fun, I just don't think they will be proffessional Shaqs or Jordans.
I did get quite pissed off during Benny's class, though. There was this big cyclops-of-a-kid that kept taking the balls from the younger boys. Benny and this other boy just stood there watching as cyclops went down the gym, time and time again. I could seriously feel my blood boiling and there might even have been steam coming out of my ears. I eventually got up and walked over to inform one of the "coaches" what I was witnessing. By then dribbling session of the class was over. Yay Coaches for being able to watch and teach 30, 4 to 6 year olds. UGH.
I did try to locate the cyclops's parents so that I might give them the evil eye but I was unsuccessful. I'll try harder next week.
During Mikey's class, Olivia, Benny and I went up to the track that is above the gym and walked a mile. We saw Mikey make a basket and whoop-whooped it up for him. He smiled so brightly! Well, after our walk we sat in the bleachers watching. One little boy, whom was in Benny's class, came down and was talking to Benny about Thomas the Tank Engine. He was a sweet little boy but he kept fondling his genetalia. His mother would scold from way up in the stands and I'd giggle, feeling her pain for I once had a four year old son who was so obssessed with his penis that I had to physically remove his hand from his pants on more than one occassion. I just tried my best to focus on Sean's eyes and not his hands. Apparently, according to what his mom said when we were leaving the gym, he flashed us. She just shook her head.
I just giggled and said, "I think if we had 'em we'd be touching 'em all the time, too!"
Thoughfully she said "You're right. See you next week."
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
She also doesn't know where she's going with this but she's just going! Here's to enjoying the ride. ;)
Monday, September 12, 2005
Lays Chips - check
French Onion Dip - check
Cheese Dip - check
Frito Scoops - check
Burgers (for grill) - check
Hot Dogs (for grill) - check
Buns - check
Mustard, Ketchup, Onions, Tomatoes, Relish - check, check, check, check
Donuts - check
Out-of-this-World Police Man Cake - check
Chocolate Ice Cream - check
Plates, Napkins, Cups, Utensils - check
Birthday Boy Balloon - check
Favors for guests - check
Arts and Crafts - check
Games - check
Now, let's party!!!!!
Friday, September 09, 2005
No one told me that there were going to be days that I wished I wasn't.
No one told me that I'd have to pick my battles with my children.
No one told me that I'd laugh until my sides hurt.
No one told me that these creatures were going to be so demanding and yet so unconditionally loving.
No one told me that there would be many days that my adequacy as a mother would be in question.
No one told me that there would be days that I'd lock myself in the bathroom to escape.
No one told me that I'd be a short order cook much less that I'd learn to actually cook.
No one told me that laundry could pile up so much that it would take a mid-size bulldozer to get it out of the way.
No one told me anything; not one itty bitty thing!
There are some things I've had to learn, feelings I've gone through, fears I've had and continue to have, headaches that pound, mistakes that are made, victories that are won, you name it -it goes on and on...
Motherhood is hard and no one told me that I'd question if I was good at it, daily.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
He's so sweet and in about 4 days he's turning 5. My baby is turning 5. I can't believe how fast these years have gone. One moment I'm breastfeeding him and just amazed that I have these three little "babies". That's all they were, babies (all at once or so it seemed) and now I have this big boy who is learning phonics and calling his Mama "beautiful".
Today I got upset with Mikey because Olivia said that he hit her with his pirate sword. Well, what Olivia failed to tell me was that Mikey didn't hit her on PURPOSE, he did it on accident. I flipped. Dude, I fucking flipped. I had to walk away. Benny came up to me and hugged me and said "You're the best Mama" and I said "no, I'm not, Benny" and he said "Don't say that, Mama, you are the best. I love you." ::double swoon::
That's just his nature. I wish him to always be so sweet, sensitive and caring. I wish that his life is full of happy things that make him into the best person ever. I have no doubt that he would be anything less than the best. My baby Bennyboo is one awesome kid and we were definitely blessed with him in September 2000.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Ok, so that last part is a bit outlandish but I am considering getting some funky color chunks in my hair. I would like feedback, s'il vous plait!
I'm considering being an "Avon Lady". I don't know if it's right for me but I do love make up, Avon is my favorite and I think I could actually sell it.
So, there ya have it. I could be a World Leader of Avon someday.. Wait. Watch. See.
I talked to a friend and her Team Leader ( I think that's what she was ) about Mary Kay.
I am going to weigh my options and see which job might suit me the best!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Mikey and Benny's Room:
The kids would wake up in the morning and the way I would wake up was by their matchbox cars zooming on the hardwood floor. "Time to wake up, Mama!"
It was a sweet little house! I still miss it but I'm glad I have tons of pictures to remember and feel it again!
The Living Room, part 2.. This was looking towards the hallway that let to our bedroom, the 1/2 bath and the door to the basement
Our Bedroom: Looking into it from the hallway. It was a small bedroom and I love that we can walk around the bed in this house but it was a nice room. I loved the hardwood floors and wish that we would have been able to have had hardwood all over the house. One day, we'll live in a house that has w-2-w hardwood flooring!
This was where we eventually set up our computer. There was a cool air duct on the floor by the window (behind the chair in this picture) and Benny used to find my jewlery and put it down there. When we moved there was a ton of change and some Mardi Gras beads in there. This room was an obnoxious pink when we moved into the house. Even the ceiling was pink. I think it took Michael 5-6 coats of paint to be rid of the Pepto Bismal Walls (the same color that the 1/2 bath was).
Looking down the hall from our bedroom. Door on right leads to the basement. Across from that door, on the left, is the 1/2 bath. Just a bit pink, eh?
This goes from the dining room to the living room and beyond the wall, immediately to the right was the staircase leading up to the full bath, hall and kids' rooms!
That front door was seldomly used. Halloween and sometimes when I'd go sit on the front porch to talk on the phone and smoke a cigarette.
Monday, September 05, 2005
It's too bad that they no longer exist but what a horrible sight it would have been to see them flooded. A piece of New Orleans history right there. I will be ordering a tee-shirt with this emblem on it.
It will be my new fave tee-shirt when all is said and done!
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Christopher & JoJo (nephews from LA) will be over with Michael after he gets out of work and gets them from his mom's house. The kids are STOKED! They just can't wait to spend times with their cousins and that is just very heart warming (I almost typed warm hearting). It's gonna be a fun week, I'm sure!! I say that with all sincerity and no sarcasm. I swear.
I'm still kinda feeling cloudy in the head from all this Hurricane Katrina aftermath. I have just turned to the Food Network. I think I need to seriously detox from the news and what better way to do that than with BOBBY-fucking-FLAY!
Friend Kiara was going to come over so that we could go to the beach but she lives in Lawrenceville (read: Bumfuckegypt) and she said she really didn't have much gas and we're all about conservation these days, aren't we now? So, I just need to do something. I've called Friend Michelle and hopefully we can do something (the beach, the pool, whatever). I. Just. Need. To. Get. Out. Or. I. Might. Explode.
Okily-dokily. Ciao for now. I must put my culinary skills to mad use (read: make lunch).
Lately Olivia has taken to calling me "The Boss". That girl is the fucking genius of the family, don'tchaknow! She finds any occassion to tell Papa how Mama's the boss and he's not. Basically she tells him to stuff it. Hahaha *pointing at the pilot* snicker, laugh, howl...
This morning I decided to treat the chi'ren to a breakfast of all breakfasts. I made easy-over eggs for Mikey and scrambled (with feta) for Livey and I. Mikey and I had green olives and he had some sliced ham. Livey, Benny and I had some lovely turkey sausages and the kids all had a piece of toast. Benny will still not give eggs a chance. However, he now eats pasta with red sauce so I'm not fucking complaining. The breakfast was complete with ketchup, Juicy Juice and coffee (pour moi). Benny sat in my seat so he was Mama. Mikey sat in the pilot's seat so he was Papa and Olivia sat in her own seat thus declaring her the WINNER! I sat in our guest seat making me anyone I want to be. Hmmm.. Whom shall I be? Let me think. I think I'll be Angelina Jolie. That way I can look at myself in the mirror for hours and masterbate thus making Angelina Jolie have multiple orgasms. But, I digress.
Back to the topic at hand.
While eating Olivia looks over at me and says "My Boss makes everything the Best!"
Let it be known from this day forward that I AM THE BEST! My daughter said so and she is a fucking genius, don'tchaknow!
Saturday, September 03, 2005
I've caught myself shaking my head a lot lately. A good portion New Orleans is gone. Who knows if it will ever be able to be re-established. Uncertainty abounds and it's quite frightening to me. I just think that something like this can happen anytime. It doesn't have to be a natural disaster but shit like this can happen to anyone, anywhere. Quite honestly, it scares the fucking happiness out of me.
Then on the other side of the coin I have these three wonderful extensions of life around me. I have a man whom with one look let's me know that I am so important to him and loved immensely. I have parents, with their worrying thoughts and all, that care enough to give all that we need when we need it and love unconditionally. I have friends that bring joy to my life as opposed to toxicity. I have my mind. I have my body. I have my soul. I have everything I need to bring happiness back in. And, still, I shake my head and worry.
I need to stay grounded with the SFU lesson:
LIVE FOR TODAY, KEEP HOPE ALIVE, TAKE CHANCES, LOVE ALWAYS and CHERISH YOUR LIFE AND THE LIVES OF THOSE YOU LOVE.
I am very happy to report that I no longer have said Fucking Torpedo Tits. There are 50lbs that need to still be shed but at least I don't suffer from the debilitating FTT.[/deep breath]
Friday, September 02, 2005
I think after dinner we should go to the park to get some fresh air. It would do me good to circulate my blood.
I just can't imagine telling my grandchildren (or, fuck, my children for that matter b/c they probably won't remember it) about the city and about how it died after Hurricane Katrina hit it at the end of August 2005. I can't help but well up with tears when I even think about it.
My first trip to New Orleans was with Michael in 1994. I'm almost ashamed to admit it but I didn't even KNOW of New Orleans prior to meeting him. How pathetic, right? The birthplace of jazz, the cultural mecca, the place where the good times roll, the food, the people, the mix, the history. How I didn't know of it baffles me but I digress.
That first visit and I was sold. I wanted more and more and more. In 1996 I got more. We moved there. We lived there for two years and I'm sad that I didn't do more with my time there but I was also away from home for the first time in my life. I was newly married and it was all so different for me. I just didn't do enough. I didn't write enough. I didn't sit in enough coffee shops. I didn't make friends that I know I could have made. Dammit all.
After we got pregnant and decided to move back to NY, I mourned it. At one point I *almost* tried to convince Michael that we shouldn't move back but plans were already set in motion. I wonder how things would have turned out if we stayed. I wish we had. I wish. I wish. I wish. Wishes don't count for shit, though.
Everytime I've visited the city, though, I have felt at home. It was a place I felt so comfortable and so at ease. And, now it might be gone. It seems logical for it not to be rebuilt but what a fucking loss that would be. *sigh* And, now they say that our economy is going to be affected. I'm just so sick of it already. I'm thinking an asteroid sounds pretty good right now.
This is just so incredibly depressing. I really do have a glimmer of hope for New Orleans. Maybe the Quarter will be saved and New Orleans will just be a tiny community of people who chance living there. I dunno. Can we just fast forward a couple years already?
I'm on cup three of coffee. I thank New Orleans for giving me the love of coffee. Before that I never drank coffee and quite often professed disgust for the black elixir. Not any more. Man, if I didn't have my coffee, watch out!
Watching the coverage of the situations in New Orleans are very sad but I read some interesting blogs from people located in Uptown. It was good to read that some have power (via generators), food and that they have a little tap water that they can boil and consume.
My heart hurst for the people suffering over there. I can't even begin to verbalize how I feel but anger has set in. Why didn't helicopters drop massive amounts of water on I10 by the Superdome? It's just bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Horrible. Bad.
I'm going to end with a good note:
Michael just called and he said his mother called him this morning to discuss how the best way to get into MS would be. She's going to meet with Lana (Michael's sister) to get the boys. Lana said that looters have filtered into their area (around Baton Rouge) and the boys are not safe and they want them out. So, he asked if I minded if the boys stayed with us during the week. What do you think Mr. Lane? Of course I don't mind. I love those boys! They are family!
Family. Didn't I just learn that lesson with that Six Feet Under finale. Why, yes. Yes, I did!