If anyone is receiving a ton of alerts, it's because i'm transferring over more old entries from the previous journal. I'm finally at August of 2005...
Oh yea.. I'm right on top of things.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I'm so Booooooring
I didn't do it!
Sorry...knee jerk reaction left over from who knows what.
So. Ok. What's been going on you ask? Not a damn thing. So I guess I really didn't do it afterall.
Another car bit the dust. uh yea. hmmm.
The termite man came by and wants $800 to treat the house. uh yea. hmmm.
High winds came and finally managed to do what 3 hurricanes couldn't.... destroyed my gazebo. Le sigh.
The pool boy (and yes he was everything a pool boy should be) came by and cleaned up the *formerly called Pool of Doom*. The kids were beginning to ask if we had a coy pond in the back yard instead of a swimming pool. Scarey. But it's all clean and bascially ready. We're just waiting on the weather to cooperate now.
I'm still living on the computer, just in a different fantasy world - WoW - rather than AOL.
*Adopted* son moved out and I told another *adopted* son in a loud and *ahem* stern voice (and I quote) "Do not spend another night in this house without paying rent."
He showed up with rent money a week later and moved in.
I need a cookie.
or two.
Sorry...knee jerk reaction left over from who knows what.
So. Ok. What's been going on you ask? Not a damn thing. So I guess I really didn't do it afterall.
Another car bit the dust. uh yea. hmmm.
The termite man came by and wants $800 to treat the house. uh yea. hmmm.
High winds came and finally managed to do what 3 hurricanes couldn't.... destroyed my gazebo. Le sigh.
The pool boy (and yes he was everything a pool boy should be) came by and cleaned up the *formerly called Pool of Doom*. The kids were beginning to ask if we had a coy pond in the back yard instead of a swimming pool. Scarey. But it's all clean and bascially ready. We're just waiting on the weather to cooperate now.
I'm still living on the computer, just in a different fantasy world - WoW - rather than AOL.
*Adopted* son moved out and I told another *adopted* son in a loud and *ahem* stern voice (and I quote) "Do not spend another night in this house without paying rent."
He showed up with rent money a week later and moved in.
I need a cookie.
or two.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
2 pics
It was pretty there in the Rio Grande Plantatation in Puerto Rico.
The 'resort' is situated next to the rain forest and is more suited to people that want to relax and just spend time doing much of nothing. And that's just the way I like my vacations.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Time Flies
It's that time of year again. Time for The Annual Company Meeting held every year in San Juan.
I'll have you know that I'm getting quite good at this flying thing.
Well I'm good if you consider that "good" means I can make through the airport, check bags, pass security and onto the plane without breaking out into hives, a cold sweat, or tears.
Remember when flight attendants used to be pretty? Or at least pleasant? Not any more. There used to be weight restrictions too for the personnel.... seems like that's been scrapped too.
The Delta flight attendants on both trips all looked rode hard and put away wet... with attitudes to match.
One FA, when asked by a fellow passenger what snacks they had, replied "honey, I'm worn out from telling, that's why I had her announce it again." I wanted to lean over and tell her, "Biotch, that's your job. You are there in part to serve your customers. It's not our fault you took a flying waitress position. And yes, I know the whole plane was told 50 times already what there was to eat.... but get over it, suck it up and do this part your job." Needless to say, they don't make flying more tolerable.
Aside from the flying thing, the trip was great. I'll post some pics soon.
Basically we ate, played pool, swam, ate some more, relaxed, ate some more, drank, ate even more, got a raise, and came home. In my case, I came home sick and now am spending two more days out of the office.
Damn I love my job.
I'll have you know that I'm getting quite good at this flying thing.
Well I'm good if you consider that "good" means I can make through the airport, check bags, pass security and onto the plane without breaking out into hives, a cold sweat, or tears.
Remember when flight attendants used to be pretty? Or at least pleasant? Not any more. There used to be weight restrictions too for the personnel.... seems like that's been scrapped too.
The Delta flight attendants on both trips all looked rode hard and put away wet... with attitudes to match.
One FA, when asked by a fellow passenger what snacks they had, replied "honey, I'm worn out from telling, that's why I had her announce it again." I wanted to lean over and tell her, "Biotch, that's your job. You are there in part to serve your customers. It's not our fault you took a flying waitress position. And yes, I know the whole plane was told 50 times already what there was to eat.... but get over it, suck it up and do this part your job." Needless to say, they don't make flying more tolerable.
Aside from the flying thing, the trip was great. I'll post some pics soon.
Basically we ate, played pool, swam, ate some more, relaxed, ate some more, drank, ate even more, got a raise, and came home. In my case, I came home sick and now am spending two more days out of the office.
Damn I love my job.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Holy WoW. It's Valentines Day
There's a quiet drug store near my office and often, if I need something on my way home, I'll stop in there. It's never busy, the front parking spaces are always empty, it's quick , fast and easy.
Except for today. It was packed. As I sat waiting for a car to pull out I just had to laugh at the men coming and going from the drug store. Men. Men with candy. Men with cards. Men with red stuff poking out of bags. Not a woman in sight...except me.
Usually I buy the kids a little something - a stuff animal with candy - or something like that for Valentines day. This year, I decided not to. I figured they were too old and not really into that kinda thing. Obviously I wasn't thinking. BAD mommy.
You can't imagine my surprise when son #1 called and asked how late I would be at the office because he was coming by on his way to work to bring me a Valentines Day present.
My first reaction was "HUH?" "OMG how sweet."
My second reaction was "Oh shit. I better get something for them." .... which is how I came to be the one woman in a crowd of men schnarfing up last minute V-day gifts.
But we need to back up a little.
Over the Christmas holidays the kids finally talked me into trying WoW. It's an online game that's played with people from all over the world. You create characters, fight, go on quests, that's the premise in a very simplified nutshell. I've avoided looking at the game for almost a year. I am a game addict. I am also a video game addict. I love the things. LOVE them. I knew if I got hooked on this one, that's all I would want to do. And for the record, I was right. I'm hooked. I love it. I'm also having the best fun playing it and getting to know lot of new people on line through it. Anyway.....
My character is a Tauren. It's a race of people. Well a race of cows really. I know. I see you shaking your head at me. I coulda picked the undead or a druid, or .. well anyway ... Son #1 & Son #3 talked me into being a Tauren. I'm a cow. I also love my cow and all her cow friends.
And this Valentines Day, Son #1 went to Build A Bear workshop and made me a Tauren and he named her after my character. He also recorded a little saying you hear when you squeeze her 'hand.'
She says.... "I'm SO going to drop some totems on your ass."
And that people, is love.
True love.
Except for today. It was packed. As I sat waiting for a car to pull out I just had to laugh at the men coming and going from the drug store. Men. Men with candy. Men with cards. Men with red stuff poking out of bags. Not a woman in sight...except me.
Usually I buy the kids a little something - a stuff animal with candy - or something like that for Valentines day. This year, I decided not to. I figured they were too old and not really into that kinda thing. Obviously I wasn't thinking. BAD mommy.
You can't imagine my surprise when son #1 called and asked how late I would be at the office because he was coming by on his way to work to bring me a Valentines Day present.
My first reaction was "HUH?" "OMG how sweet."
My second reaction was "Oh shit. I better get something for them." .... which is how I came to be the one woman in a crowd of men schnarfing up last minute V-day gifts.
But we need to back up a little.
Over the Christmas holidays the kids finally talked me into trying WoW. It's an online game that's played with people from all over the world. You create characters, fight, go on quests, that's the premise in a very simplified nutshell. I've avoided looking at the game for almost a year. I am a game addict. I am also a video game addict. I love the things. LOVE them. I knew if I got hooked on this one, that's all I would want to do. And for the record, I was right. I'm hooked. I love it. I'm also having the best fun playing it and getting to know lot of new people on line through it. Anyway.....
My character is a Tauren. It's a race of people. Well a race of cows really. I know. I see you shaking your head at me. I coulda picked the undead or a druid, or .. well anyway ... Son #1 & Son #3 talked me into being a Tauren. I'm a cow. I also love my cow and all her cow friends.
And this Valentines Day, Son #1 went to Build A Bear workshop and made me a Tauren and he named her after my character. He also recorded a little saying you hear when you squeeze her 'hand.'
She says.... "I'm SO going to drop some totems on your ass."
And that people, is love.
True love.
Gift Giving
For those of you living in a cave in Un'Goro crater and may not know it, today is Valentines Day.
It's a day of love and romance. Did you hear that? Love. Romance.
R-o-m-a-n-c-e. not s-e-x.
After looking over some fellow bloggers entries, I think there's a bit of confusion out there. So Guys..... men in particular....here's the difference.
Romance is sending flowers.
Sex is buying holiday decorated condoms.
Romance is dining out.
Sex is buying her lingerie that climbs up her ass.
Romance is knowing her perfume and giving her a bottle of it because it reminds you of her.
Sex is booking a hotel room for you two under the guise of "so she can have a night away from the kids."
And for the ladies - Valentines ideas for him.
Anything.
Followed by sex.
Anything. Sneezing even. then sex.
(inside joke to follow)
And, for those special people that live in my imaginary world (don't ask)...
Romance is epic gear.....
(snicker)
It's a day of love and romance. Did you hear that? Love. Romance.
R-o-m-a-n-c-e. not s-e-x.
After looking over some fellow bloggers entries, I think there's a bit of confusion out there. So Guys..... men in particular....here's the difference.
Romance is sending flowers.
Sex is buying holiday decorated condoms.
Romance is dining out.
Sex is buying her lingerie that climbs up her ass.
Romance is knowing her perfume and giving her a bottle of it because it reminds you of her.
Sex is booking a hotel room for you two under the guise of "so she can have a night away from the kids."
And for the ladies - Valentines ideas for him.
Anything.
Followed by sex.
Anything. Sneezing even. then sex.
(inside joke to follow)
And, for those special people that live in my imaginary world (don't ask)...
Romance is epic gear.....
(snicker)
Monday, February 06, 2006
Tagged.
Digger tagged me.
As close as I can tell, I'm supposed to list things that I could "put up with" about someone if the major things were in line. Things I didn't like, but weren't deal breakers in a relationship...
Frankly, if the major things were in line, I'd put up with a lot. I'm easy.
I'd put up with him balding. I'd also put up with a mustache and beard, I guess.
I'd put up with him not being a hard body.
I'd overlook that he was only 5' 11". maybe.
I'd ignore the fact he didn't clean, cook or have any mechanical skills IF he had the resources to pay to get the jobs done.
See. Told ya. I'm easy.
As close as I can tell, I'm supposed to list things that I could "put up with" about someone if the major things were in line. Things I didn't like, but weren't deal breakers in a relationship...
Frankly, if the major things were in line, I'd put up with a lot. I'm easy.
I'd put up with him balding. I'd also put up with a mustache and beard, I guess.
I'd put up with him not being a hard body.
I'd overlook that he was only 5' 11". maybe.
I'd ignore the fact he didn't clean, cook or have any mechanical skills IF he had the resources to pay to get the jobs done.
See. Told ya. I'm easy.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Empty Nest
I've either failed miserably as a parent OR; I've made "home" such a wonderful place to grow up and be that they don't want to leave. I'm not sure which it is.
My youngest child is a senior in high school this year and just received his first college acceptance yesterday.
He read it to me and then we both just looked at each other. We both knew what that letter meant. It meant that he would be leaving.
This is my baby. My baby will be leaving.
He and I have been very close 'partners in crime' for 18 years. With this child in particular, there have been many adventures shared, tough times weathered and special, wonderful times. We are more than parent child. We are friends.
Yes, he has a million friends. He also has a very active social life and plenty of interests that he pursues without me. This is not a Mama's boy. But still, neither of us are thrilled he is leaving.
So after he read the letter, I mustered up some excitement for him. He just smiled slightly and said he was thinking about doing his core classes here at the local college before transferring out to a 4 year college in about a year or so.
I'm not sure I am going to let him do that. As much as I will miss him - and critically so - I will tell him the same thing I told his brothers. You need to go away to school. It will be the best years of your life. And there will always be summers and holidays to come back home.
The moment you have kids, you are preparing them to grow up and leave you. Hopefully teaching them the skills to make it in their own life. It seems like such a far away event.
le sigh. It isn't.
My youngest child is a senior in high school this year and just received his first college acceptance yesterday.
He read it to me and then we both just looked at each other. We both knew what that letter meant. It meant that he would be leaving.
This is my baby. My baby will be leaving.
He and I have been very close 'partners in crime' for 18 years. With this child in particular, there have been many adventures shared, tough times weathered and special, wonderful times. We are more than parent child. We are friends.
Yes, he has a million friends. He also has a very active social life and plenty of interests that he pursues without me. This is not a Mama's boy. But still, neither of us are thrilled he is leaving.
So after he read the letter, I mustered up some excitement for him. He just smiled slightly and said he was thinking about doing his core classes here at the local college before transferring out to a 4 year college in about a year or so.
I'm not sure I am going to let him do that. As much as I will miss him - and critically so - I will tell him the same thing I told his brothers. You need to go away to school. It will be the best years of your life. And there will always be summers and holidays to come back home.
The moment you have kids, you are preparing them to grow up and leave you. Hopefully teaching them the skills to make it in their own life. It seems like such a far away event.
le sigh. It isn't.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The Trials of Driving
Let me tell you about Knoxville.
It SUCKS. Well, the DOT/roads do at least. The road atlas says one thing and little ole Knoxville has decided that No, No we won't mark the roads so that people where know where the hell they are going. let's cost them an extra hour of drive time just for fun.
Hehehe bite me Knoxville. I'm now immune to your wily ways.
And then there was the mobile home. The mobile home that was traveling down the highway. Which was all well and good until the roof shingles started flying off onto my Jeep.
le sigh.
I couldn't tell if the imprint left was dirt or if I was now the owner of a 12" x 12" roof shingle etched windshield. I debated a few seconds before I told my son who was driving at the time, to catch up to the pace truck. We did and I got a phone number off the truck. I called and explained they just damaged my windshield.
The man who answered my call was named Cowboy and he asked if I was in 'the black Jeep.' I guess he must have seen me having a hissy fit in the Jeep as we passed him.
So the three of us - mobile home included - all pulled over to the side of the highway to have a little pow-wow. Cowboy hopped down out of his mobile home pullin truck and took a look at my windshield and told me to call Joe. Joe would take care of me. I called Joe.
It seems Joe is going to take care of me.
I wonder if he's tall? err.. anyway..
Unless you count the nauseating aroma of pulp mills or dead skunk as problems, the rest of the trip was uneventful until we got to Palmyra. To get to Palmyra, you have to go through Hershey, PA.
As in chocolate Hershey.
OMG. A town that smells like chocolate. le sigh. Isn't life just wonderful sometimes?
It SUCKS. Well, the DOT/roads do at least. The road atlas says one thing and little ole Knoxville has decided that No, No we won't mark the roads so that people where know where the hell they are going. let's cost them an extra hour of drive time just for fun.
Hehehe bite me Knoxville. I'm now immune to your wily ways.
And then there was the mobile home. The mobile home that was traveling down the highway. Which was all well and good until the roof shingles started flying off onto my Jeep.
le sigh.
I couldn't tell if the imprint left was dirt or if I was now the owner of a 12" x 12" roof shingle etched windshield. I debated a few seconds before I told my son who was driving at the time, to catch up to the pace truck. We did and I got a phone number off the truck. I called and explained they just damaged my windshield.
The man who answered my call was named Cowboy and he asked if I was in 'the black Jeep.' I guess he must have seen me having a hissy fit in the Jeep as we passed him.
So the three of us - mobile home included - all pulled over to the side of the highway to have a little pow-wow. Cowboy hopped down out of his mobile home pullin truck and took a look at my windshield and told me to call Joe. Joe would take care of me. I called Joe.
It seems Joe is going to take care of me.
I wonder if he's tall? err.. anyway..
Unless you count the nauseating aroma of pulp mills or dead skunk as problems, the rest of the trip was uneventful until we got to Palmyra. To get to Palmyra, you have to go through Hershey, PA.
As in chocolate Hershey.
OMG. A town that smells like chocolate. le sigh. Isn't life just wonderful sometimes?
Thursday, January 12, 2006
No life run by no brain
Sometime tonight or early tomorrow morning, my son and I will be driving to Palmyra, PA.
PA as in PENNSYLFRICKENVANIA.
I live in GA...... and we're DRIVING.
Driving.
Driving.
What was I thinking?
PA as in PENNSYLFRICKENVANIA.
I live in GA...... and we're DRIVING.
Driving.
Driving.
What was I thinking?
Sunday, January 08, 2006
No Life
I believe I've made the statement before that I have no life to speak of.
For the past two weeks, I've proved it.
I did nothing.
I didn't go anywhere, see anyone, talk to anyone (cept the kids and the gazillion kids that came over during the holidays.)
I stayed in sweat pants and t-shirt. I didn't put on shoes once. I didn't shave my legs. I might have slept. Maybe. I forgot to eat. I lived on coffee. I got my days and nights confused. I played pool. Watched some tv, played WoW. Let the cat out... and generally I obtained the goal of taking sloth into a world that is to be envied.
And now, it ends.
I bet I'm late to work on Monday.
For the past two weeks, I've proved it.
I did nothing.
I didn't go anywhere, see anyone, talk to anyone (cept the kids and the gazillion kids that came over during the holidays.)
I stayed in sweat pants and t-shirt. I didn't put on shoes once. I didn't shave my legs. I might have slept. Maybe. I forgot to eat. I lived on coffee. I got my days and nights confused. I played pool. Watched some tv, played WoW. Let the cat out... and generally I obtained the goal of taking sloth into a world that is to be envied.
And now, it ends.
I bet I'm late to work on Monday.
Friday, December 30, 2005
New Years Looms Large
Well folks, it's that time of year again. The time we make resolutions that usually last for about 12 hours. We've all been there. We've all sworn to lose weight, join a gym, quit smoking, stop doing somethingoranother or, start doing somethingoranother.
We turn around and realize that another year has passed. If we're fortunate, we look back and say "Damn, I did it. I accomplished it."
Or more often the case, we look back and think, "What a fucking waste this year was."
So here it is again. Dec 31st looming large. Time to for us to set new expectations in our lives. Expectations that in just one day we can change something in our life we're not happy with.
And if truth be known... we can. It's just that sometimes 1 year is not enough time to achieve it.
I've long grown past the 'party in a bar' New Years celebration. For the last few years I've stayed at home, barely caring to watch the ball drop in Times Square, but still I resolved to do a few things. In years past I've resolved to get out of a nothingness of a marriage, get a financial hold on my life, buy a house. All of them took more than one year to do. But this year, I look back and find them all done. Frankly, it's rather surreal.
It's also a time to look back and say thanks for the things that did go right during the year. What I thank God most for, is the continued good health of me and my kids.
But, I have one last resolution left. One last thing I want to accomplish. And this one is huge. This one is scary. This one would change me almost more than all the others. And I don't know if I'm brave enough to do it. It's something I wish for everyday. I battle every day over it. Every.single.day. But having it done, would make me so very happy.
It'll be interesting to look back a year from now, and see if I had the guts to go through with it.
We turn around and realize that another year has passed. If we're fortunate, we look back and say "Damn, I did it. I accomplished it."
Or more often the case, we look back and think, "What a fucking waste this year was."
So here it is again. Dec 31st looming large. Time to for us to set new expectations in our lives. Expectations that in just one day we can change something in our life we're not happy with.
And if truth be known... we can. It's just that sometimes 1 year is not enough time to achieve it.
I've long grown past the 'party in a bar' New Years celebration. For the last few years I've stayed at home, barely caring to watch the ball drop in Times Square, but still I resolved to do a few things. In years past I've resolved to get out of a nothingness of a marriage, get a financial hold on my life, buy a house. All of them took more than one year to do. But this year, I look back and find them all done. Frankly, it's rather surreal.
It's also a time to look back and say thanks for the things that did go right during the year. What I thank God most for, is the continued good health of me and my kids.
But, I have one last resolution left. One last thing I want to accomplish. And this one is huge. This one is scary. This one would change me almost more than all the others. And I don't know if I'm brave enough to do it. It's something I wish for everyday. I battle every day over it. Every.single.day. But having it done, would make me so very happy.
It'll be interesting to look back a year from now, and see if I had the guts to go through with it.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Oy
Just when I was going to learn to keep my opinions to myself...
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Monday, December 26, 2005
Weird Habits Tagged.
You've been tagged (by Pretty Peanut)! Here are the rules; the first player of this game starts with the topic. Five weird habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
5 weird habits. hmm.
Hmmm.
I have quirks. Do they count?
1. I luv coffee. I am not human until I get my coffee. I.really.love.my.coffee. My ex used to wake me up by poking me. You know, that kind of poking. He's lucky I didn't un-attached it from his body kind of poking. He learned to wake me up with coffee. It's still attached. All because of coffee. He's the only person I know that might love coffee more than I do.
2. I have an extreme weakness for tall men. This is measured in direct contrast to my complete oblivion to short men. Tall men send instant visions of sex to my brain. Instant.
3. I'm a fixer. If there's a problem. I will come up with a solution. This comes in handy in times of a crises. But, if people tell me their problems, I will then offer up a solution and actually expect them to do it. I need to stop issuing advice to people that really don't want it and won't follow it, and learn that sometimes it's just enough to listen and nod.
4. I like sitting on the bathroom vanity and soaking my feet. I will fix a cup of coffee, grab a book and sit there for an hour with my feet in the sink, soaking in the warm water.
5. I have to touch stuff when I'm shopping/browsing whether I buy it or not. It just begs to be touched, fondled, held.
Tagged:
Gail
Becky
Bedazzled
Kath
5 weird habits. hmm.
Hmmm.
I have quirks. Do they count?
1. I luv coffee. I am not human until I get my coffee. I.really.love.my.coffee. My ex used to wake me up by poking me. You know, that kind of poking. He's lucky I didn't un-attached it from his body kind of poking. He learned to wake me up with coffee. It's still attached. All because of coffee. He's the only person I know that might love coffee more than I do.
2. I have an extreme weakness for tall men. This is measured in direct contrast to my complete oblivion to short men. Tall men send instant visions of sex to my brain. Instant.
3. I'm a fixer. If there's a problem. I will come up with a solution. This comes in handy in times of a crises. But, if people tell me their problems, I will then offer up a solution and actually expect them to do it. I need to stop issuing advice to people that really don't want it and won't follow it, and learn that sometimes it's just enough to listen and nod.
4. I like sitting on the bathroom vanity and soaking my feet. I will fix a cup of coffee, grab a book and sit there for an hour with my feet in the sink, soaking in the warm water.
5. I have to touch stuff when I'm shopping/browsing whether I buy it or not. It just begs to be touched, fondled, held.
Tagged:
Gail
Becky
Bedazzled
Kath
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