Ho Hum What?

Tids & Bits

2007-04-18T20:36:00.000-04:00

I have tried not to watch or read too much about the Virginia Tech shooting. It is too upsetting to me. Even though the family and friends of the victims are in my prayers. Does anyone else feel this way?

The Supreme Court voted the other day to uphold the partial birth abortion ban. This is also very upsetting to me because I believe us women should always have the right to choose what goes on with their own bodies. Sometimes it is the only thing we have control over.

A couple local fire districts just audited were found to have paid for Playboy channels at some firehouses. Is it wrong of me to be outraged at the misuse of our tax dollars while snickering to myself about the way?

I am finally starting to feel better. I was in so much pain it amazed me. But things are getting much better.

Cash is seven weeks old today! Yay!

No Taxation without Representation!

2007-04-12T19:46:00.000-04:00

I officially hate taxes.

I have e-filed my Federal taxes and had them direst deposited into my bank account which should be happening in about 4 hours and 15 minutes. It was great! I used Turbo Tax online which was free and was so easy to use. I decided to do the taxes myself this year because we just couldn't spare the $70 dollars to have it done, like we have since we got married and started filing jointly. I did our taxes before that. It was fairly simple if you were careful. BUT, with Turbo Tax, you cannot fill out, print, or e-file your state taxes unless you pay $30. SO state has waited. And waited. And waited. And now I just sat down to try and get through them considering they are due by Tuesday, and my envelope with all eight of our W2's and both 1099's IS GONE! And I am alone in the house, except for Cash who doesn't talk yet, so I can't ask anyone if they have seen them.

GRRRRRRR!

Oh and RIP Kurt Vonnegut.

More Cuteness cause I'm still in pain... Grrrrrrr!

2007-04-03T18:34:00.000-04:00

Word Up, Yo!

Auntie Manda and Cash taking a nap

Win with me!

2007-03-27T21:56:00.000-04:00

Thanks Fidget!

More cuteness

2007-03-23T10:21:00.000-04:00

BTW... Hubs is feeling better. Still tired and a bit stressed but more like himself. Thank Goodness. I missed him.

And now for the cuteness:

Daddy and Cash

Hmmm...

2007-03-21T01:56:00.000-04:00

I have been making my rounds of the blogworld this evening (or rather this morning because it is now 1:59 AM and I can't sleep) and one interesting theme that seems to be abounding is the issue of whether to tell people you know in real like about your blog. I, in my early days of inexperienced blogging, told a couple of people about my blog. Some of them looked, some of them didn't. Then I started to blog in earnest about some of the issues I was having in my life. I was then thankful that most people don't know I have a blog because then I could get advise and encouragement from all you guys about how to deal with them. I was never tempted again to spread the word about my blog. ALso it has allowed me to make other friends in the blogworld.

WARNING ~ POSSIBLE TMI ON THE WAY!

That said, I have been a bit on edge the past couple of days. Sunday was Hub's birthday. He turned 29. It was also the baby's first day in his crib and my first day back in my own bed. I had spent the last two weeks sleeping on the couch with the baby in the pack & play in the living room because I was too much in pain to climb into bed. I have a captains bed which is pretty high and it was so difficult to get up into. Now, Hubs and I have sort of fallen into a schedule. He works 8 am until 4 pm, Monday thru Thursday and 7:30 am until 3:30 pm on Fridays. Because he had to go back to work, I have taken on the baby night shift and I let him sleep at night. Then I am with the baby when he is at work, and I try to get some sleep then when the baby sleeps. Then after he runs all the errands and chauffeurs his sister and brother he gets the baby in the evenings. He has been a bit upset that he doesn't get to see the baby that much during the week so on his birthday, he got the baby all day (except most feedings, since I'm breastfeeding) and I got some sleep. He said that was the best birthday present ever. I was glad at that. So when it came time to put the baby down, we put him in the crib and we went to go lay down. We were watching tv and Hubs kind of went to make a move on me and I stiffened. I am still in pain and besides the doctor said to wait a minimum of six weeks. I felt bad. Then Hubs kind of started talking about how he doesn't want me to lose myself in this baby and he can kind of see it already. I tried to reassure him that it was just that I was still in pain and extremely tired, that I wasn't acting completely myself yet. Now for the past couple of days hubs has been distant and seems angry. I am trying not to get too upset about it because there are a myriad of reasons why he could be upset.

1. Because he's tired and stressed. He has been running all the errands and chauffeuring, which has been my job. His brother and sister both do not drive yet and his sister does not go to school in our district so she needs to be driven to and picked up from school, work and gymnastics practice, in addition to track on Saturdays and driver's ed on Sundays. And his brother needs to be taken to work, which is only about a mile away but it's been freezing here lately so we're not going to make him walk.
2. He is upset about his mom. Very possible but he will NEVER admit this one, which is ok.
3. He is upset with me about the sex thing. Possible but hopefully and mostly not likely.
4. He is upset about turning 29. A stretch but I'm grasping at straws here.

I did talk to a friend online tonight who is Hubs best friend. He said to just let Hubs deal with whatever is bothering him and he will be ok. I am trying but it is very hard to not have him completely here with me at this time of transition.

Repeat: It will be ok. It will be ok.

Back by popular demand...

2007-03-16T00:09:00.000-04:00

Fidget has demanded more pictures of Cash so here we are. Oh and baby's belly button fell off today! Yay, he's growing up so fast. :)

Cash's Birth Story

2007-03-13T02:52:00.000-04:00

I have waited so long for the opportunity to be able to tell my own birth story! How exciting! :)

Si I first started having contractions on Thursday March 1. I woke up at 5:30 am with my back hurting and didn't quite think anything of it. For a couple of weeks I had been waking up like that due to the fact that I sleep on my side and my leg would fall asleep, so I would wake up and turn to the other side. Pillows would annoy me even more so I just dealt with the uncomfortableness. (is that a word?) Besides I was pregnant, so I made my peace with the fact that I was going to be uncomfortable. So on Thursday when I woke up I kind of turned a few times and then as I started to wake up I was thinking, "These pains are coming kind of regularly. Maybe they are contractions." Hubs was waking up as well because he had to go to work. Now Hubs and I share on car so I usually drive him to work and also drive my sister in law to school in the mornings. I let Hubs know I thought I was having contractions but they were 10 to 15 minutes apart. At my last doctor's appointment on Tuesday, the midwives had told me to give them a call once the contractions were 5 minutes apart for an hour, so I wasn't overly concerned. I took Hubs to work and sis to school and then came home. My brother in law was home with me, just in case. :) Then my mom called to check on me like she had been doing for the last week. I told her I think I'm having contractions and she got all excited. I told her I would call her if anything. Then I sat down and went on the computer a bit. About 9 am my brother called and asked if I could pick him up at school and take him to where my mom worked (he had gotten into an accident a couple days before and didn't have his car). I said sure as long as it was not too late. He said about noonish. I also had to take my brother in law to take a drug test for a new job he got. We had to wait till after ten when the lab opened. So I took him and as I was waiting I was making my list of who to call once I went to the hospital and who to call once the baby was born. Then I went to pick up my brother and take him to my mom's work. It ended up that my mom had taken the rest of the day off to hang out with me and my brother took her car to go to work. We ended up back at my house. Then for about two hours we watched TV and every time I went to the bathroom, my mom would ask if my water broke. I finally said, "Mom, you would know if my water broke! Relax." Around 1:30 pm my mom suggested that we take a ride up to the mall to walk around. I hadn't had a contraction since 11:15 am so I was open to the idea. So we did. I also had to go pick up my sister in law at school at 3 pm. So I was gallivanting all over the place. Then we came home and hubs got a ride home with a friend of ours,Alice, who he works with and who was my labor coach. Then I had to take my mom to her class at 5 pm. In between I had one more contraction at 4 pm. Then that was it for the rest of the day.
Friday I woke up at 5:30 am again with contractions. (And the baby has been up at 5:30 am everyday since ;) This time though, they were much more intense than the day before. I had to crouch on my hands and knees every time. I finally woke Hubs up and told him that I wouldn't be able to drive by myself, so he might want to wake his brother to come with us. I don't know what I was smoking talking like that, because I was in absolutely no condition to drive. Fortunately, Hubs totally saw that and said he was taking the car. The contractions were still 10 to 15 minutes apart so he decided to go to work and he had to take his sis to school. He made me promise to call him if the contractions got any closer together. And my brother in law was here with me, so I wasn't alone. All Friday I had contractions. They varied in time from 30 minutes apart to ten minutes apart. When hubs and Alice got home later that afternoon, I had set up shop on the couch in the living room and was trying to sleep between contractions. The sleep thing wasn't working so well though. Around 9 pm, Alice suggested we take a walk around the block. We did and it was nice but I feel much change. Then Alice went home for the night and I plopped myself on the couch with the TV remote and some ice water (It really does help!) The contractions continued all night and into the next morning. Around 6 am on Saturday the contractions got down to around 5 minutes apart and I called the midwife. She said alright let me call the midwife at the hospital and let her know you are coming. She said they would call me back to speak to me. I called my mom and Alice to tell them. Then... the midwife from the hospital called back and said they really don't want you to come in until the contractions are 3 minutes apart. At this point she said I would probably just come in and they would send me home. I was pissed. There are no other words. I really felt like I needed to go but anyway. So I called my mom and Alice quick and told them and then tried to lay back and relax. I tried to sleep for most of the day which was quite impossible due to the fact that the contractions stayed around 5-7 minutes apart all day. Luckily, my family fluttered around me trying to make sure I was comfortable, hydrated and doing alright. Alice came by around6 pm and Hubs was making dinner around that time. She suggested we start walking. By now the contractions were much more intense so we decided to just walk up and down the dead end I live on. The first walk brought the contractions back to 5 minutes consistently. Then we went in to have dinner. Hubs had made pork chops, carrots and rice. They made me eat most of it. It was good but sitting at the kitchen table was really uncomfortable so I bolted back to the couch as soon as I could. I sat for about an hour and then Alice had me walking again. She sat with me all night and has a nice hand sized bruise on her leg to prove it. Whenever I would have a contraction I would squeeze her thigh. She was a trooper about it though. Then about 3 am, I really started to break down. I had gone to the bathroom and when I wiped I could have sworn, I was touching the baby's head. I kind of begged Alice to call the midwife back even though I had never really made it past 4 minutes apart. She heard the desperation in my voice and gave them a call. We kind of fudged the numbers at that point, telling the midwife on call that the contractions were between three and six minutes apart. The midwife fortunately said that considering how long I had been having contractions, I should come in and be looked at. I was filled with relief at that point. So we woke up hubs and got ready to go. At the last minute I grabbed my pillow and blanket, which was to come in handy later. The ride to the hospital was uneventful but as I was having each contraction I couldn't lift myself up to ease the pain so it was difficult. Then the hospital we were going to is renovating so there was a long walk up to the front door and no wheelchair right out front. Talk about your climbing the last mountain. Once we got up to the hospital I fell into the nearest wheelchair and we waited for Hubs to park the car and meet us. Once he got there we made our way to the maternity floor. We got in checked in and they put me into an assessment room. The nurse came in and had me put on this belly band that looked like a bandeau top, so they could monitor the baby's heartbeat and my contractions. It hurt like hell to have anything on my belly but I figured I had to deal with it for the time being. The chair I was sitting in was so uncomfortable and hard too, kind of like a dentist's chair, so contractions were torture. Then she took a whole bunch of information. Finally the midwife came in and did an exam. She looked up at me with the biggest look of surprise on her face and said to me, "You are 5-6 cm dilated! You get to stay." I almost cried with relief at that point. I had been up for 48 hours straight and was in so much pain. The midwife asked me if I wanted something for the pain and the answer was an exuberant YES! I had luckily set up a birth plan and had decided to try and avoid an epidural but was open to the possibility of a shot of Stadol (which is a generic form of Demerol). They then wheeled me into one of the labor and delivery rooms and Hubs went to go call everyone. The anesthesiologist came into give me the shot and the last thing I remember is watching him inject the medicine into my IV and thinking, "He's not even pushing the plunger!" Then Hubs came back in and I tried to say something to him and my lips wouldn't work properly. I can't help but laugh over that memory. I apparently woke up about four hours later out of the deepest most restful sleep I had had in months, years even! I remember I could feel my contractions before I was even fully awake and mobile. That was a weird feeling. It was about 8 am at this point. Then next hour went by in a blur. In this middle of that the midwives had changed shifts and the midwife I had hoped to deliver my baby came on. There is a team of midwives and when we went for the meet and greet there was one in particular that I really liked. Her name was Heather and she was this black Jamaican lady who just had the happiest but totally realistic outlook on birth and life in general. I was so relaxed at this point but then I started feeling like I had to push so I yelled for the midwife. My water had still not broken by this point but I think I was 8 cm dilated and 100% effaced so the midwife decided to break my water. THAT I can tell you was one of the weirdest feelings I've ever felt. After that labor progressed very quickly. At first I wasn't pushing very effectively. I was growling too much. ;) But I fixed that pretty quickly. Hubs was at my side the whole time, rooting me on. Once the baby's head and shoulders came out, the midwife said to me reach down. I though she wanted me to reach down and feel the baby's head, like I've seen the doctor's do on TLC's A Baby Story. So I reached my hand under my leg and apparently almost poked the baby in the eye. He was saved by Hubs. What the midwife actually wanted was for me to reach down with both hands and grab the baby and pull him to me and put him on my chest. Which I did. He was screaming and messy and warm and the most beautiful thing in the world. I kissed him and Hubs Kissed him and then I kissed Hubs. That was probably the greatest feeling in the world other than the day I got married. Then the midwife asked Hubs if he wanted to cut the cord. He turned a bit green from what the told me but he did it. I am so proud of him. He was a rock in the delivery room. And he hates that kind of stuff. Then they took the baby to the other side of the room to clean him off and check him out. He then proceeded to pee on the midwife. That's my boy! I am so happy Cash Joseph is here and it is so wonderful to see him and daddy together.

One Handed

2007-03-09T02:20:00.000-05:00

So here I am... blogging one handed at 2 am. Little did I know a year ago, as I read all of your blogs about the same thing, that I would be here now. I feel so blessed and I can't believe I love this little man so much! It literally makes me cry with joy. (Though that could be the hormones as well ;) I am just so happy though very tired.

Cash is Here!

2007-03-07T21:14:00.000-05:00

Thanks for all your comments! Cash Joseph arrived right on time, my due date, March 4, 2007. I was in labor pretty much from the last time I posted until he was born at 10:04 am. Almost 48 hours! I made it though and we now have a beautiful baby boy. He was 7 lbs. 9 ounces and 20 1/2 inches long. And he is absolutely beautiful and such a good baby!

Update!

2007-03-02T18:38:00.000-05:00

FYI... I have been having contractions since yesterday morning. They haven't gotten closer than ten minutes apart but hopefully they will soon. And the next time I will be talking to you will be with a beautiful baby boy on my lap. Wish me luck!

Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes...

2007-02-17T21:55:00.000-05:00

As I sit and wait to go into labor (15 days and counting), I have been thinking alot lately about old times. Back in high school (almost ten years ago), and even only a few years ago, things were so different. I was putzing around on myspace yesterday and came across a few people who I had forgotten even existed but at one time had been part of some memorable times in my life. The first one I noticed is this guy who basically changed the course of my high school social scene. Basically the story goes, a friend of mine was having a sweet sixteen party. She was a couple years older than me (I was in ninth grade). I didn't have a date, it was a boy girl thing and that was the big deal about the party. So she decided to set me up with her cousin. She gave me a picture (he was very hot!) and my best friend started talking to him on the phone to kind of get us together. I was so shy back then. Well it ended up that the night of her party we had a big snowstorm and he couldn't make it to the party. I was bummed but had fun anyway. My best friend said she would hook us up anyway (in a 1994 sense, not a 2007 sense, meaning get us in the same vicinity). In the meantime she was talking to him on the phone all the time and apparently falling for him herself, which I could sense but didn't fully realize (being only 14). Then one day I went over her house for a sleepover and he came over and we kind of walked around our town and hung out. He and I got along great and apparently he thought I was cute. I even gave him one of my dangly earrings to wear (btw, which I never got back). Then we went back to my best friend's house and hung out in her room with the lights out and the music on. And he and I made out. He was quite the good kisser and I had fun. He then left, and we all went to bed. The next morning I was feeling guilty so I told my friend, and she freaked out. She had her dad drive me home and for weeks afterward we fought. We even went to peer mediation in school because we couldn't stop fighting. Basically after that I was out of the group of friends I had had for a few years. I was never invited to hang out with them anymore and it just went from there. So seeing this guys page on myspace brought back a lot of memories. But I think that if this had never happened, I would never have done the activities I did in high school which led to me meeting my husband. So it's all for the best anyway. It's just interesting to think about. Then there was the boyfriend that I has my senior year. He was two years younger than me and suck a d**kwad. He cheated on me, because I wouldn't sleep with him and basically treated me like crap. But not outwardly, like calling names or anything. Just subtle ways like withholding pda's if I annoyed him in any way. I was very much into journaling back then and I have six or seven notebooks full of the few months I was with him. I almost didn't graduate because I cut so many classes to be with him. Then he posted a blog on his myspace about how he is a changed man and he was just looking for someone to love him. And how he's cheated on every single girlfriend (and two fiancee's) he's had. It makes me very glad to have gotten away from him and found the best man in the world. My hubby, who always makes me feel loved and like the most important thing in the world. I guess I am just transitioning into this next phase of my life, parenthood, and wondering what it's going to be like. I feel I am truly blessed and so happy.

36 Weeks and counting...

2007-02-07T22:23:00.000-05:00

Check out the cutest shirt my mom got me. (That I already shrank. But hey that's what I do.)
I needed a picture of me to put into the baby book so I had hubs take some pictures. I think they came out better than the other ones. Maybe I look better in blue. ;)

Surprise!!!!!!!

2007-02-05T21:09:00.000-05:00

My mom threw me a surprise baby shower this past Saturday. Apparently it has been in the works for months and I have been totally oblivious. Even when people slipped and said something. Right over my head. I was totally surprised as you can see from the pictures below (of course of me in my mint green Sta-Puf coat. It was so wonderful because I was so not expecting it and the fact that my mom got practically everyone who knows me to be there. Even my girlfriend Gina flew in from Chicago to be there. And I am so grateful, even though it looks like Babies-R-Us threw up in my living room. Because we are converting the office into the babies room and have to move the living room around to get the office stuff in there.

People say I am glowing, I don't think so. Whadya think?

2007-01-29T19:14:00.000-05:00

This was my breakfast this morning! It was my first double yolk. I was so excited, I had to take a picture.

And RIP Barbaro, who was euthanized this morning after a valiant fight. I'm glad he is not in pain anymore.

My Dream House

2007-01-27T21:44:00.000-05:00

My Dream House

I pass this house nearly every day taking my sister in law to work. It has been for sale for a good six months. I am in NO position to buy a house at this point in my life but if I was able to I would buy this house. I think it is so beautiful. This picture really does no justice to the house but follow the link and look at the backyard and the inside. Oh, it's just beautiful.

Check this out!

2007-01-27T02:02:00.000-05:00

17 Year old buys grocery store

Is it a freaking full moon???

2007-01-25T16:06:00.000-05:00

The Universe sent this to me in my email today. It was probably the best thing that could possibly have been sent.

Permission, Marissa, is what you give yourself.

I give you everything else.

The Universe

The reason is that I got a call last night from my brother around 11 pm. (Some of you may know what that means, if not see (can't find the patience to find the link right now) He was screaming bloody murder, saying he couldn't take it any more and didn't want to live. (he has tried this before) I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't talk to me. Then he hung up on me. I called my mom to see what was going on and apparently they had gotten into yet another fight. She had just paid for his tuition at school (our local community college) and they made a deal that she would give him $1000 for his books as his birthday gift (His birthday is Saturday.) Then their dog had gotten loose yesterday and my mom couldn't look any longer for him or she would be late to work. So she had called my brother to go home and see if the dog came home and let him in. She got his vm so she called me to call him. I called and left a message also. He never called me back but I called him again @ 2 pm to check and the dog had come home and he let him in. He seemed fine at that time (which was good considering the other story below) so I called my mom to let her know so she wouldn't worry and left her a vm. Apparently when my brother had come home from work my mom asked him to let the dog out and feed him. This set my brother off and the argument devolved into the fact that he was pissed because she wasn't getting him a birthday present. !!!!!!! My mom said if you don't appreciate what I give you then you can just leave. So he did. Then he called me wanting me to fix everything. I don't know what he wanted me to do about the situation. He was upset because he was saying he couldn't live on $500 every two weeks and he wasn't going to one of those people wondering where his next French fry was coming from and if he had to live like that he would rather be dead. Now, my family is not wealthy in any sense, and we have not had much in my life, but my single mom has always provided us food in our bellies, a roof over our head, and clothes on our backs. Yes she has complained about her struggle nearly every day of our lives, but it was always there. My brother has benefited most from my mom and I breaking our backs though. He is eight years younger than me and was still in elementary school when I graduated high school. I have had a job since I was 16 and always gave my mom money for the household in addition to paying for my own car, car insurance, tuition (federal tuition assistance, so why isn't he doing that) and books. I had to go on unemployment at 20 years old after I got laid off because I had bills to pay and my mom couldn't help me. I never had a cell phone till I was married and to this day I shop at walmart for my clothes. He on the other hand, has a cell phone, a car my mom bought him after he totaled his first car the day he got his license, designer clothes, and all he contributes is his cell bill and his car insurance. And he is still mad that my mom doesn't give him money constantly. I am amazed at how different he and I are. The thing is he and my mom are exactly the same and my and my mom are total opposites. They are very materialistic.

So I listened to both their sides and basically said nothing to get involved. Which was the best thing I could have done (give myself permission to not get involved). Even though I worried myself sick till 3 am last night ( I have had this weird pressure in my head all day today, I have to call the doctor tomorrow) My mom called me tonight to tell me everything was all right and was pretty much back to normal. Go figure, It must be a freaking full moon!

So the other story I have to tell is that about a week ago my mom calls me. Now she and I have not had the best relationship but we are working on it and she seems genuinely happy to be having a grandchild. So she says to me, "I don't want to upset you in your condition but we're a little upset that you didn't pick your brother to be the baby's godfather." ?!?!?!?!? My husband picked his brother to be the godfather SIX MONTHS AGO! And we told everyone. Granted we picked my husband's sister to be the godmother (he only has the two siblings) but that was for two reasons: 1) I don't really have any close girlfriends and 2) Her mother had passed away and we thought it would give her something to look forward too. Not a peep from my mom or brother at the time (Oct about). My mom was upset and said my brother was upset also that I didn't pick my only brother as the baby's godfather. Considering the story above (which is pretty regular) would you have made a different decision. I tried to explain that to my mom but it got heated. I told her we weren't going to change our minds, and the subject hasn't been broached since. I talked to my brother the other day (even though I didn't ask him about that) and he seemed fine, even downright pleasant, which he very rarely is with me. So I don't think it was him, I think it was my mom who was upset. Basically since I have been dating Hubs (eight years, almost four married) she has been upset that she thinks I favor his family. I don't. They just don't get riled up about EVERY SINGLE FREAKING THING!!!!!!!

OK.

I am officially brain fried right now so I am going to sleep. Anyone with any words of wisdom feel free to comment. I leave you with a phrase my s-i-l told me tonight:

Life is a crap sandwich... Take a bite! ;)

Yesh!

2007-01-23T22:56:00.000-05:00

Do they call this nesting???

2007-01-23T00:54:00.000-05:00

So after I was up until 4 am this morning and then slept until 3 pm (after getting up at 6:30 am to take Hubs and his sister to work and school) I decided to try and start to tackle the mountain of laundry that is outside on the patio. A bit of background on this first.

I don't hang anything up. To me it seems like a waste of time. To wit, I buy most of my clothes for how well they resist wrinkles. ;) We currently have a normal six drawer low dresser from my childhood bedroom set and also a tall skinny dresser from that set. When we decided to purchase our first pieces of furniture together, we decided on a bookcase and a queen size captain's bed from Gothic Cabinet Craft, which is a furniture store local here that sells good quality wood furniture. Because it was a custom piece, we decided to get the bed made with six drawers on each side so it would be like two extra dressers. One for each of us. This turned out great. The drawers go all the way to the middle of the bed so they are really deep and hold all of our stuff. And the bed will last forever because it is made of full pieces of wood not plywood or pressboard. The only hitch is my total lack of an ability to finish laundry. I can get the laundry into the washer and then to the dryer. But then from the dryer to the basket, the clothes kind of stay in the basket, unfolded until they are worn. SO our beautiful drawers have been mostly empty for the two years we have had our bed. I had finally contained most of the clothes to the alcove we had downstairs.

(ASIDE: We are living with Hubs' grandmother since last Feb.1, the basement is finished with 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and a living room with alcove. The upstairs (ranch house) has three bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen, along with an enclosed patio where the w/d is.We had taken one of the bedrooms downstairs when we moved in. When we moved here, Hubs' cousin had one of the bedrooms upstairs along with grandma's room and the third bedroom was the computer room/office. The two downstairs rooms were vacant. Since, Hubs' brother and sister (19 and 17 yrs old) have moved in after my mother in law passed away, taking the two rooms downstairs. Also the cousin has moved out to her own apt. We decided that because the room we were going to make for the baby, was now taken up by hubs sister, we would move our bedroom upstairs and make the computer room the baby's room. This would prevent the baby's room from getting too cold (the basement is a bit drafty) and also eliminate the need for me to be walking up and down stairs too much as I got more and more pregnant. Since the kitchen is upstairs too.)

So just as I had got it all contained, we moved everything around. My brother in law collected all the laundry baskets and Tupperware bins I had the clothes in and lugged them all out to the patio for me. Yippee! Now the mountain is contained in the patio, where I don't see it unless I have to. Two factors, I believe, are what's holding me back from getting organized. Which I know I have to do before the baby comes and adds more to the pile.
1) I hate folding clothes by myself. It's boring and annoying. Meh!
2) Half the clothes either don't fit me or hubs and yet still hang around.

I am slowly weeding out the things that have to go. But, there are many clothes that have sentimental value. My husband's well worn concert tshirts, which he cannot get rid of (we have agreed to frame them but that takes work... and organization) and many clothes my aunt gave me (she has since passed away) from when she was my age in the 70's. Which barely ever fit me, but I can't get rid of. All these pieces seem to get repeatedly tossed in the dirty pile or hubs tosses his dirty stuff on top of them and then I don't know what is what. And so the pile grows. So with the help of hub's grandma, I am slowly washing, drying, folding and putting away, all these clothes.

From there that turns into what else can we do while the wash is going. Right now since we moved our bedroom upstairs, my brother in law has taken our old room (which is bigger) and we have moved the dining room table (which was on one side of the long living room upstairs) downstairs to the alcove for a poker set up. We still have the kitchenette set in the kitchen, but since the computer room is going to be the baby's room, the computer table/desk, etc will be moved into the living room. Right now though, all the baby stuff is just piled in the empty corner. So as we are waiting, Gram asks me if I have started packing for the hospital yet. I said not yet, and that starts her into action. ;) She goes into the attic and starts looking for a bag for me (even though I probably have one somewhere), and comes up with a small rolling suitcase. Then she finds in the attic the crocheted blanket, gown and receiving blanket my hubs came home from the hospital in. SO we now have to decide what the baby will be coming home in. My mom had bought a few things too (Most of mine and my brother's stuff was damaged in a leaky basement). So I want to be fair and use something from each of them. That's the difficult part, deciding what to use. So that is what I have to decide soon. Then also we have to pick a pediatrician; and I have to finish packing; and get our taxes; AND FINISH THE FREAKIN LAUNDRY!

Five weeks is going to go way too fast, I just know it. Wish me luck. ;)

It Snowed!

2007-01-19T23:41:00.000-05:00

This was the view from my front door as of 7:30 this morning. I don't know if you can see but it was still snowing heavily. By noon all the snow was gone, it was sunny, and about 48 degrees. Just FYI, we here on Long Island (NY) are experiencing all four seasons in one day. Someone must be playing with their weather machine. Kind of like the Smurfs in one of my favorite books from childhood, The Weather Smurfing Machine.

2007-01-17T16:06:00.000-05:00

So, I am trying my hand at scrapbooking. I don't feel terribly creative lately (hey I'm creating a baby, what else do you want from me!) but I wanted to send a special thank you card to a friend who sent something from my baby registry. I have been interested in scrapping (if I may be so bold as to use that term) for awhile. I've followed the beautiful designs of Lou for years and my good friend Kathleen owns a scrapbook kit website called Scrappy Giraffe Kits, where Lou is now a designer. I figured I would try it out. It also doesn't hurt that I got a card kit for Christmas. I was stumped as to where to begin, but I figured that because I was having a boy I would go with a blue theme. I was also worried about how to use the little do dads they call "brads" to secure pieces to the card. But it was surprisingly easy. My design came out simple but pretty, I think. For a first timer ;)

Take a look!

All is well in Incubationland

2007-01-16T19:39:00.000-05:00

So today's doctor's appointment went well. Nothing out off the ordinary. The baby's heartbeat is as strong as ever and all tests are normal. I am so blessed to be having an uncomplicated pregnancy. I know there are so many things that could happen so my main focus is to just be as informed as possible and try not to stress about ANYTHING. I mean how hard can that be. (Can ya just feel the sarcasm dripping off that statement?) Currently the stress of the day is that poor hubby hurt his shoulder. Playing the Wii! Bowling nonetheless, which he won't even do in real life. AND our health insurance doesn't start until February 1. UGH! But I am trying to make him as comfortable as possible so he doesn't get to me. We are a pair. Two very uncomfortable beings right now trying to enjoy our Blockbuster Online subscription and figure out what to eat without having to go outside. (where it has currently gone from 60 degrees every day to 30 in 12 hours!)

Also I have added my blogroll back onto the sidebar (look below). If there are any broken links or anyone who would like to be on there and isn't or vice versa, let me know.

Follow the yellow brick road...

2007-01-14T02:37:00.000-05:00

As I was making my rounds lurking at some blogs I still read, I came across one blog who asked for just hello comments and then to comment hello at the blog listed above you in the comments. Which I felt up to doing. I got a comment back from Blondgirl which you can see below, which gave me the courage to post again. Hopefully I can keep it up, as I was a daily blogger back in the day. I very much enjoyed blogging and all the friends I made and the things I learned. I think it will help me a bit now as well. My first update will be on the baby. I am 33 weeks along and am feeling every day of it. 49 days to go (due March 4) The bladder kicking has become an hourly occurrence as has the really sharp kicking. I just have to laugh sometimes though because it is the most amazing feeling.

And I leave you with this: (It's from October, but it's our baby boy!)

Almost uncontrollable at times

2006-10-28T00:55:00.000-04:00

Grief...

I don't know how many of my old blogfriends still visit, but hopefully some new blogfriends will.

I know I had promised to write more. I fully intended to. Then the most unthinkable and unwelcome but not necessarily unexpected thing happened. My mother in law passed away. Wednesday was a month. In addition to trying to be supportive for my husband and his brother (18 yrs) and sister (16 yrs), I am overcome by grief. I have my good days and bad days. Today was one of the bad days. I am trying to not get too upset because of the baby (21 weeks 5 days! Due date March 4, 2007) It's not working too well sometimes. And tonight everyone in the house had gone to sleep and hubby had gone to play poker with the boys. My thoughts just ran wild. I miss her so much. Unfortunately she was battling a drug addiction. We thought she was getting help and the news about the new baby made her so happy. We thought she would be alright. But her body just could not take it anymore. In addition we have taken guardianship of my sister in law. We became parents through the back door and man is it stressful. I just can't control my crying tonight. I know part of it is the pregnancy hormones, but feeling like I have no one to talk to is physically painful. It got too late to call my mom and I don't want to worry her either. (she had a panic attack at the wake) And I don't have many close friends. I even tried to look for a grief chat online but no one wanted to talk. I think I just need to try to sleep and relax. I'm glad that I posted tonight but I feel weird because I haven't for so long. And then to post such a downer post. Blech!

Hello Again

2006-08-08T14:33:00.000-04:00

For all of you who still check back here and for all of you who are new, I have decided to start blogging agin. I need the outlet for my passion and emotion. I feel like a very different person from the one who last posted here in March. A quick update for those of you who might want to know. I found another job... and was laid of again after three months. The reason was I was taking too much time off that I had not accrued yet due to the fact that... I'm pregnant! Yes everyone, I am 11 weeks along right now and am ecstatic. Unfortunately, I have all day nausea and feel pretty crappy in general. My first sonogram is September 1 and I will find out if it is a boy or girl then.

I have made a few changes around here as well. Thanks Jenny for the beautiful template but I needed a change.

So there you have it. I'm back and can I say better than ever?!

P.S. Of course while changing my template I deleted my blog roll by accident so if you were on there and still want to be (or don't want to be) leave me a comment and I'll add you.

Hope is blooming...

2006-03-09T19:30:00.000-05:00

First order of business:

THANK YOU to all of my blogger friends out there who have periodically sent messages of hope int this very trying time. I have been able to check my email this whole time but not much more, so to see those comments pop up every once in while was great. I now have a computer to use on a regular basis so I will be on more now. I have lost some of my bookmarks so if you were a blogfriend or just want to become one of my blog friends just leave a comment and I will be by soon.

Second order of business:

Now that Hubby is a bit more settled in his job, I can settle down to the process of finding a job for myself. My cousing Haley, who most of you probably have hear me gush about, works at a local bank and they are looking for tellers. So she suggested I apply there. I just sent off the email so hopefully I will get a posititon. YAY!

The house is just about completely settled which make a lot of difference in my stress level.

I also have a plan now which makes me happier. I am going to join the local fire dept. who offer an EMT course and licensing by the state. SO while I am working at the bank, I will get my EMT cert and then start working as an EMT. Then while I do that I can go back to school for nursing like I have been trying to for the last year or so.

SO SO

2006-02-19T03:50:00.000-05:00

So no job prospects yet. No money, no computer, no car insurance, no unemployment check, nothing. Nada, zip, zilch. But sha la la la la la la life goes on. Thank you to everyone for your words of encouragement. It really means alot.

I will leave you with my friend Mike who has had a wonderful day.
Go Mike!

Bit of a break

2006-01-28T14:51:00.000-05:00

Just a quick update for all my blogfriends out there. I was laid off from my job on Monday. I am ok but it was a big setback. I am focusing on moving and procuring a new computer so posting may be a bit sporadic for awhile. I'll be around and will drop by y'all as much as possible. Hope all is well with all of you guys. Talk to you soon.

Drive, Pack, Shop, in that order.

2006-01-19T09:48:00.000-05:00

Do y'all remember Mr. Belvedere?

I do and it was one of those shows that you couldn't stop watching. I always wondered how Mr. Belvedere had any privacy. It seemed like everyone was always walking into his bedroom without knocking. HMMM... the things we remember.

I don't have much today but here's a look at my schedule for the past few and next few days:

9 AM to 5 PM: Work (& Blog :))
5 - 5:45: Drive home listening to the Radiochick
5:45-6:00: Pack the car.
6:00-6:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
6:30-7:00: Pack the car.
7:00-7:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
7:30-8:00: Pack the car.
8:00-8:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
8:30-9:30: Shop. Wanted this:
But got this:
Eat.
9:30-10:00: Pack the car.
10:00-10:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
10:30-11:00: Pack the car.
11:00: Turn on TV till blissful relief of sleep comes.

Awakening

2006-01-17T08:55:00.000-05:00

Whether it is because I am reading the book Memoirs of a Geisha or my psyche is just relaxed enough to be open to new things, I have had an awakening. I am thinking about things other than myself and trying to be more involved in the world. I have always been someone who wanted to see everything and experience everything this world has to offer. I had gotten away from that. Probably because life and its endless toil had gotten me down. I am more energized now and want to participate in this big world of ours. As I said yesterday, I have volunteered to work at a soup kitchen in my area. I think that will be a good thing for me to appreciate the good things I have in my life.

Ok, enough of the sappy stuff: Here's the funny:

2006-01-16T12:10:00.000-05:00

A few interactions with people this weekend have led me to realize I do not pay enough attention to the world around me. I do not like that about myself. I intend to do more in 2006 to change that. I have sent an email to volunteer at the local food bank. One of the things that has always bothered me is how in a country of such plenty, where we have an epidemic of OBESITY, we still have children and adults going hungry. We are not a third world country. Why is this happening?!

Also in rememberance of an amazing man: Transcript and audio of
Martin Luther King at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom (August 28, 1963)

"I Have a Dream"

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as
the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow
we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous
decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves
who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a
joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years
later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of
segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the
Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished
in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own
land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When
the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a
promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a
promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white men - would be
guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of
happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note
insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this
sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a
check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We
refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of
opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check
that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.
We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce
urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to
take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the
promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and
desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the
time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid
rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of
God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.
This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass
until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen
sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Negro
needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude
awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither
rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship
rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of
our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the
warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of
gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us
not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of
bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high
plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to
degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the
majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous
new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to
a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced
by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied
up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is
inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always
march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the
devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be
satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of
police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy
with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways
and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's
basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be
satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed
of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as
long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York
believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no we are not satisfied and
we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and
righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great
trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells.
Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you
battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police
brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to
work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South
Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums
and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can
and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my
friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I
still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of
former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down
together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state
sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression,
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content
of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists,
with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition
and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and
black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as
sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every
hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain,
and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord
shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a
stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling
discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this
faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle
together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing
that we will be free one day.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will
be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of
liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's
pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so
let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let
freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring
from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let
freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi - from
every mountainside.

Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow
freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet,
from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when
all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words
of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty,
we are free at last!"

To hear the audio go here
It is a stirring speech.

2006-01-12T11:36:00.000-05:00

but that's all my fault cuz I didn't point it out. My weatherpixie was wearing some weird dominatrix type wetsuit thingy yesterday. I didn't get to point it out to you guys though because I had to put Humpty Dumpty back together again at work yesterday. (BTW, that was one of my favorite nursery rhymes when I was little.) Well anyway it was raining so my weatherpixie was all suited up to stand out in the rain for hours, I guess. She looks perfectly normal now, so no one will believe me but she was wearing it I tell you.

I also did not eat anything yesterday. I was so wrapped up in saving the world. Then when I got home hub and I got Chicken fajitas from this Mexican place that's usually good. I ate less than half of it and was full. My stomach has been wobbly ever since. Hubby ate the other half and feels fine so I think the fajita just didn't agree with me. Bleh.

My life is boring... if you didn't get that already.

But courtesy of Luxist, I am craving this: It's so purty!

It's so purty!

Nips & Tucks (sort of)

2006-01-11T10:13:00.000-05:00

Ya know.. It's really freaking hard to come up with a good title for posts sometimes. GRRRR!

OK, I'm better now. First order of business. Hubby is feeling better. No pressure. Thanks for all your words of encouragement.

Second, We have started the process of moving. Considering we have to be out of our current apartment by February 1, 2006, were not one second too soon. I went over to the new apartment, which is the apartment in Hubby's grandmother's basement, last night to start clearing out the rooms. She was using it for storage pretty much, but my cousin, is awesome with organizing. So she was a great help. Now I don't feel so overwhelmed.

Third, I want to set up a rss feed for my blog, but I am just about clueless as to how to go about it. If anyone has any advice, send it my way. Thanks.

CoughCoughCough

2006-01-10T09:21:00.000-05:00

Blech! I hate coughing. Not as much as I hate being nauseated, but yah know. I feel like I've been away from blogging for year, but I really haven't. So many things have been going through my head. I think I am going through a blogger midlife crisis. I'm wondering if I should be completely truthful on my blog. I think we all go through it at some point. There are certain people who read my blog (I think) that might look at me a little sideways. Now I am not fooling myself no matter what some of you may think. My marriage is perfectly fine. Actually better than fine. My Hubby is the best. He loves me so much and I love him with all my heart.

My problem is this whole thing with the cyst and being sick though has made me horny as hell. *Note: I was barred from having sex while the stitches healed and while the cyst was there it was extremely painful. So there has been no nookie for Ruby for a good month almost.* Granted I am not the most highly sexed female out there. Hubby usually has to tickle torture me to relax. But, It has been sorely (no pun intended) missed. It hurts to even get aroused. SO while I have been taking care of hubby, he wants to touch me and *stuff. I have tried to stop him. But he persists. And usually that makes me need release. But I can't do that because it will hurt. I am between a rock and a hard place (again no pun intended). This also has had a weird side effect. Any and all guys(and some girls) I think are hot have made me horny as hell.

Some examples:

UGH! Frustration.

So I leave you with a few funnies:

(Was this a TMI post?) :)

*Edited to add*

Thanks again to all of you out there who commented with, "You Poor baby.", Or "You poor thing." I love all the sympathy. Makes me feel much better. ;)

WOW!

2006-01-06T10:00:00.000-05:00

Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. It was interesting to see another's perspective on the situation. And to Tired Tunia, thanks for the comment and yes that is my normal train of thought, brought to you actually more mellow than usual due to the meds. Vicodin will do that to you. As Armaedes brought to my attention, the mining link didn't work, but I think he was tho only one who hasn't seen the news this week. But in his defense he was probably busy thinking up his post about smoking. So Meh. Here's a link to the latest in this story from CNN. Maybe that won't be a dead link. Miner's Update Thank you to DayByDay4-2Day, I have tried to connect and it has brought me some peace. Thanks for your advice. We all need some reminders sometimes.

Lastly, I have been a very bad landlord to my renter Stephanie from Mystickal Incence and More. So save me and go give her a click. Tell her I sent you. She's running a contest to name her new snake with the prize being a $10 gift certificate to her shop and a $5 gift certificate to Amazon. If that's not an incentive I don't know what is.

Have a good weekend everybody!

(Confidential to M, Z, AM, UM, UB, & UJ, RIP Harold Henry Weber 10/18/1915 - 01/07/2005. I love you Grandpa & I miss you!)

Rollercoaster

2006-01-04T13:18:00.000-05:00

So in addition to my surgery I have now developed an upper respiratory infection. Truth be told, I did get it probably from Hubby who has had it for about two weeks. But I just can't stop kissing him. And I think it might have been brought on by 1. the tube down my throat. or 2. a low immune system brought on by the massive amouts of meds I was taking. The good thing is that I am already on antibiotics because of the cyst (which is doing better) so all of the infections are getting better, slowly but surely. But I am coughing up a storm and talking like a seal the majority of the time. I am fully armed with Halls™ and cough medicine and my antibiotics, anti-inflammatory, and lots and lots of tissues. I am a bit bummed about this whole miner situation in West Virginia. Not to make light of it at all. I am so far removed from what they are going through but I still am upset at what happened. But I feel maybe it was those guys time to go. I am not religious at all, as most of you regulars may know. But I do believe in a higher being. I call him God because that is what I know. I think that God calls each one of us to him at the time that is right for us. It may not be the right time for the family or friends. They might be in the middle of refinancing their house or a baby was just born or a wife just can't live without her husband. But ut people get through it. I am on the fence about how I feel. It definitely hurst me and I empathize with those people, but on the other hand I want to tell them to get over it already. It was their time. I feel like sucha bad person for feeling this way and going about my life as if nothing has happened. But then I think about the episode of House that I watched last night. In the episode House has to treat a doctor who was doing Tuberculosis treatment in Africa. He refuses treatment for TB because he says the medicine is wasted on him and could be used to treat all the sick people in Africa. He basically makes himself a martyr for all the people. He can't save everybody but tries to. Should I try to save everybody I can? Or should I just try to take care of me & my own? I'm all depressed now (maybe not too much but I'm sick so that doesn't help.)

CYA!

Isn't he so purty!?

Your Eyes Should Be Brown

Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom

What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

To all my bests for 2006

2006-01-01T02:51:00.000-05:00

To the best husband in the world - Thanks for taking care of me through everything, even though you are feeling sick too. I know that's what marriage is all about but you need to know you are appreciated! We're gonna take the world by storm. May 2006 bring you all that your heart desires.

To the best brother in the world - You know I love you and I would do anything for you.ou. I hope we can work through our differences and become friends again. I hope 2006 brings great things for you.

To my cousin Haley - Thanks for being there for me through the fun times and the not so fun times. Hopefully 2006 will be the year you become Miss Independent.

To all my new friends and old friends become new again - I love you all and hope that the new year will bring whatever you want it too. Just know I am always here to talk and to laugh and cry with.

Happy New Year 2006! (circa 2:55 am 01/01/06)

Vicodin, More Vicodin, and apparently Percoset

2005-12-30T09:24:00.000-05:00

The surgery went well. Thank all of you guys for the hugs and good vibes!

So I am now onto my second prescription for vicodin. The doctor at the emergency room on Monday gave me three scrips, One for Keflex, an antibiotic, one for high dose Ibuprofen, an anti-inflammatory, and one for Vicodin, Yay! This was after they gave me a (note 1) percoset at the hospital. Then yesterday after the relief that was my surgery, they gave me two percoset and something else, that for the life of me I have no clue what it is. THEN, they gave me another scrip for vicodin, ibuprofen, but a different antibiotic. I guess more powerful than the keflex to reduce the risk of infection from surgery. This shit is getting expensive. Considering the fact that I have no health insurance. UGH! That's another story for another time.

So onto the actual surgery. I had originally been told on Monday that my surgery would be at 7:30 am on Thursday. That was good because my boss is away this week so I had to go into work at some point. Then Wednesday rolled around and I got a call to set up everything (you know no food or alcohol after midnight etc, etc.) and they told me there surgery was scheduled for 10:20. I flipped out. Not so much but a bit. I explained the situation, that my boss was away, and I had to go back to work. The nice lady on the other end of the phone said to me. "You are not going to be able to go back to work. Didn't anyone tell you you are not supposed to drive OR MAKE ANY IMPORTANT DECISIONS for 48 hours?" I almost laughed in her face, but I was nice and said no one had told me. I secretly resolved to go back to work. I had to. So the hubs and I worked out a plan. Since the procedure was at 10:20 he was going to get up at 9 and go get his paycheck and get it cashed. Then he would come get me and we would go up to the hospital. Well around 8am, way before either of use had decided to be awake, the phone rang. It was the hospital. They were running ahead of schedule and could we come in now. I jumped at the chance to get in earlier. I have to admit I was mighty nervous. I had never had surgery before. The worst thing that had happened was I need five stitches in my ankle when I was 13. SO as we were getting ready and going there I had butterflies in my stomach. Well we had found the place ok. It was the Ambulatory Surgery center at the local hospital. It was a free standing building a few buildings down from the actual hospital. We went in and walked up to the front desk to check in. Now I didn't want to interfere with the anesthesia or anything so the last time I had taken my meds was about midnight. I was HURTING! at this point. Standing hurt less that sitting and getting up again though. So after I checked in the lady told me I could have a seat till they were ready to bring me in. I said I would rather stand. This was just the beginning of how nice they all were. Then she asked me if I needed a wheelchair. Oh I almost fell over with relief. "Yes!", I breathed. So I gave hubs all my stuff (my jacket and my purse, etc.) and sat down gingerly. They then brought me into a holding room where I had to change into a gown and robe which was velour and pretty nice. And I got these little fleece booties with nonskid rubber stripes on the bottom. They didn't have a bed there just a sort of recliner chair. So I got dressed and sat down, (gingerly). Then the nurse came in and asked me a bunch of questions. Hubs came in after her and we waited to see the doctor and anesthesiologist. The doctor came in first and explained what she would be doing. Then the anesthesiologist came in. He didn't speak very good English, but he was Asian and in a good mood so he was speaking very fast. I thought it was funny. (Don't yell at me. People laugh at the way I talk all the time. I didn't actually laugh at him.) Then they took me into the OR after I gave hubs a kiss and told him I loved him. I was pretty scared and in ALOT of pain at this time. Once I got into the OR they had me stand up and get onto the table. But first all the nurses had to admire my tattoos. It was hilarious because I was like their long lost grandchild or something. The anesthesiologist then stated telling me that he was going to spray something cold on my hand so the IV wouldn't hurt later. Then he put the IV in and said he was giving me the medicine. The last thing I remember is all the nurses going, "Oh the poor little baby". Then I remember waking up in the recovery room and being very cold but the ceiling was so pretty white. Then the nurse came over and gave me those three pills which were two percoset and whatever else. Then she asked the magical question, "Did I want something to eat?" She asked if I wanted cookies or toast. I said toast. Then she said white, wheat or cinnamon raisin. OH I was in heaven! I hadn't had cinnamon raisin toast in years. I was hoping she would bring it with some butter too, and she did. I also got some tea. Oh it was so good and I didn't hurt anymore. Once they drained the abscess, the pain went away. I guess the crap in the abscess had stretched the skin so tight that's why I was in so much pain. They also gave me the stitches that dissolve so I don't have to have them removed. I do have to follow up with them on Tuesday. But I am MUCH, MUCH better now. And hopefully this stupid thing won't happen again.

Again, thank you all for your support and good wishes. I should be by y'all soon to thank you individually.

Pain, More Pain & Vicodin

2005-12-28T09:41:00.000-05:00

So my lovely Bartholin Cyst/Abcess has come back. It started hurting on Friday night. Yes the day before Christmas. So it all combined into a royal pain in my butt. (family, work, gifts, and this. UGH!) I am scheduled for Marsupialization surgery tomorrow morning so I may not be around for a while. I'll be at work but I don't know if I'll be in any mood to post. Wish me luck guys! and while I'm gone I'm gonna be like Oprah and give y'all one of these:

Some funnies to tide you over the long crazy holiday!

2005-12-22T10:46:00.000-05:00

1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
2. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
3. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!
4. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
5. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
6. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.
7. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.
8. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
9. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
10. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.
11. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.
12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.
13. God must love stupid people; He made so many.
14. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
15. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
16. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
17. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!
18. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
19. Procrastinate Now!
20. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?
21. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
22. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance
23. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
24. They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.
25. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.
26. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory. 27. 27. Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.
28. The trouble with life is there's no background music.
29. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.
30. I smile........... because I don't know what the hell is going on.

Brought to you today by the letter M, for my mom. She sent me this list in an email and i just about spit out my OJ.

I'M BAAAAAAACK!

2005-12-21T09:17:00.000-05:00

...With a Vengeance!

My first rant this morning is how white people should not say the word, "bling." I was listening to the radio this morning and heard a commercial for the jewelry department at Fortunoff. Fortunoff, for pete's sakes! I know eventually we all with be the same shade of bronze and there will be no race but for now... no bling. Period. It's just not right.

Second rant (or not so much of a rant but a plea). Please go to Dear Abby and send a message of holiday cheer to a servicemember overseas. As much as my family drives me crazy and I dread seeing them, I think I would be unbearably upset if I didn't see them for Christmas. Our servicemembers deserve all the comfort we can give them. Whether you support the war or not, these brave men and women are doing what their country asks, and I think that is wonderful.

For all of you who signed up for , THANKS! I got points for you guys signing up. :)

Third, I thought this was freaking hilarious so I am reprinting this without permission from the author. It is in an email that I get from TSHirt Hell. They have the greatest stuff. I just want to buy everything.

----- Original Message -----

From: Rock F.
Sent: Thursday, December 15, 2005 1:50 PM
Subject: Fw: Baby T-Shirts "NOT AMUSED"

"This was sent to us and we are not amused" The person who sent this to
us thought it to be funny.Not even close! I am sending it back
To whoever may have a conscience;

I cannot believe a company would target "infants wear" with adult
trash.
I cannot believe that anyone would find these to be funny & purchase
them.
I cannot believe that anyone with a conscience; anyone who loves their
children would put these t-shirts with these sayings on them and
make them wear it.
I went to the web site to see what else is sold there. No surprise that
the adult shirts are belittling and degrading to both men & women.
It's one thing to target adults with this product; they can make their
choices; but don't subject the infant who cannot speak for him or
herself.

NOT AMUSED

(Editor's Note: Rock, I am sorry your friend sent you an email with
pictures of babies wearing funny t-shirts. Clearly he thought you had
a sense of humor. I mean after all, your name is Rock. Maybe your
friend was stoned? Stoned, get it Rock? Sorry, I'll stop making fun of your
name.
It's impolite, and those of us with normal names sometimes take it for
granite.

Children are not harmed by funny t-shirts, if you discount the ones who
work 12 hours a day in our factory. And those children are only harmed when
they don't listen. I don't think our adult shirts are degrading or
belittling, although some styles are quite slimming. Again, I am sorry your friend
sent you that email that upset you, but I want to repeat that we had nothing
to do with it. We also have nothing to do with the emails you get about
how to make your willy longer, and how to keep it hard for more than a minute.
(Those are from your wife.)

Fourth, but certainly not least, my Wishlist for Santa for my blogger friends. (I apologize to my jewish blogger friends, if I have any.)

To Mabel, some express shipping and a HUGE fluffy cat, preferably white.

To Shaunta, some cold medicine and all my prayers for a better life.

To Tammy, the biggest hug in the world for all her support, and some photoshopped pictures from her youth that don't have bad fashion in them. :)

To Misty, a respite from the craziness (y'all can come to my house) and her fondest wish (which I can't print here but she knows.

To DayByDay4-2Day, some heavy duty chains for her son, and a Santa ornament.

To Bonanza, a retail store like that which will not be named, all to herself with all of her favorite things in it. AND a carton of Marlboro Menthols and a Sam Kinison DVD.

To Lucinda, more embarrassing moments with her daughters.

To OldGuy, lots of hits and comments on his new and improved blog.

To Spider Walk, many, many more years of blogging and making new friends.

To Daisy, new socks and better health.

To Armaedes, a nympho girlfriend/wife and some little blue pills.

I think I got everybody. If I missed someone , Please let me know.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

2005-12-20T16:22:00.000-05:00

Have no fear, Ruby is here! (Or will be soon ;) Chaos has ensued at the HoHum Household. I have a list for Santa for all my blogger friends. To follow.

Promises, Promises

2005-12-16T09:35:00.000-05:00

Yeah, as soon as I typed "I'll get to y'all this afternoon" my workload increased tenfold. So I didn't make it. But I'm still around jumping through hoops to make you happy. Well maybe not jumping through hoops, maybe more skipping a little as I go through my day. See I am working on only my computer at my job. My home pc decided to go pffft a couple months ago. My boss is cool with it as long as there is nothing going on so it's ok. But some days, well you know. UGH!

Got a couple high points I would like to share with you:

I have a secret crush on Steven Colbert. I was watching The Daily Show last night and Rob Corrdry was doing Stephen's old segment and just was tring so hard but couldn't quite get there. Kind of like a lover who doesn't quite satisfy you. ( I feel like my use of the word lover there was way too quaint, so please forgive me.)

My Hubs has wrote a song that I like to call Alchohol Tonight. Nuff said.

Then we were watching The Longest Yard the other day (the remake) because I just think Adam Sandler and Chris Rock are the funniest. Stone cold Steve Austin who is a wrestler purportedley from Texas, showed just how much of a Texan he really is when he said the N word in the movie. I was shocked. People around here don't really use that word. But I think Stone Cold needed to get his Texas cred back and did that to prove it.
*Disclaimer: This in no way reflects my feeling about people from Texas. It is merely a musing on wrestling and the character Stone Cold Steve Austin has created for himself in that industry. And I am not censoring myself, just trying to explain my words as to not offend anyone with my musings. ;)

Thanks to Lucinda, DayByDay4-2Day, and everyone else for all the comments! :)

Also come join me (and chat with me) at

Bad Blogger

2005-12-15T11:25:00.000-05:00

So as usual I've been scattered. I know I haven't gotten to read or comment on all my blogger friends, yet they still visit me and show me love. I promise I will get to y'all before the end of the day.

Some changes have been afoot in the Ho Hum Household. Hubby has decided to quit his job. The reason behind this is what transpired on Saturday (which as y'all can see below was tattoo day.)

That day was supposed to be very special for my Hubs. He never knew his father and his brother never knew his father either so the boys are very close. Hubs is like a father to his brother because there is such an age difference. Almost ten years. so Barry's 18th birthday was kind of a triumph for both of them. He made it and is doing ok. The ultimate celebration for them was getting tattooed together. Whenever you get tattooed with someone you kind of become a soulmate in a sense. You two have done something together that will last forever. Hubs had planned this day forever and had taken the day off a month beforehand.

Hubs immediate boss, the sales manager (the next boss up is the club manager and then the region manager, who are all in the club and can all sell memberships) quit last Friday. He gave no notice. Unfortunately the management panicked. They called Hubs in in the morning for two hours, then expected him to come right back to the club after getting tattooed. Meanwhile the club manager would be there until Hubs got back. Well Hubs was pissed. There were other people who could do his job and the club would be staffed. Why did he need to come in? Then Hub's friend who was getting tattooed (the one who I jumped out of the chair for) was told he couldn't leave until 4 pm. The club manager had to leave. Because he wasn't supposed to be there, it wasn't his day to work. So when hubs got back to work after dropping off his brother there was no one there anyway!

Hubs has pretty much been getting screwed from the beginning. He works on commission with a small salary and from the beginning it wasn't what they promised him when he started there. So he decided that he has had enough. We should be alright to get through the holidays with my two checks and whatever job hubs starts. We also have my Christmas bonus, which although not extravagant because I work for a small business, is significant.

So that is why I'm a bit scattered lately. I haven't started my Christmas shopping because of that and I feel anxious. Not that we buy expensive gifts for everybody but this year we have 27 people to buy for. We have made a lot of really special friends this year who we want to acknowlege at this time of year. We want our gifts to have meaning too.

Do you guys have any ideas for meaningful inexpensive gifts? Or gifts you are giving to people that have special meaning.

And I Promise I'll be by to see Y'all!

Catching Up

2005-12-14T09:43:00.000-05:00

I feel so behind everything lately. Maybe it's because there are two weeks to Christmas and I haven't done any shopping yet. Oh Well.

First This Dear Abby came yesterday:

DEAR ABBY: I am 8 years old, and I have a question that has bothered me for months. Is Santa Claus a real person, and if not, why does everyone say he is? And if Santa Claus ISN'T real, where do all the letters go? -- CONFUSED IN KINGSTON, N.Y.

DEAR CONFUSED: Santa Claus is more than a human being. Santa Claus is the living symbol of selfless giving, handed down from one generation to the next. In 1897, a girl named Virginia asked the same question in a newspaper. A very wise newspaper editor, Frank Church, wrote in reply:

"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. ... The most real things in the world are those which neither children nor men can see. ... Thank God, he (Santa Claus) lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now -- nay, 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood."
Letters to Santa Claus go where every other letter goes -- directly to the U.S. Postal Service, which makes sure the letters reach their destination regardless of "rain, hail, sleet or snow."

Makes me believe in Santa again. Which I need to right now.

The Universe Yesterday:
You’re doing awesome, Marissa.
AWESOME!
Don't doubt it.
-The Universe

And Today:
Indeed, Marissa, there are Masters among you. Scattered amongst the continents to shine their lights as brightly as possible, simply by being themselves, living mostly ‘ordinary’ lives. Until, with enough of them walking the earth, at the deepest psychological levels a tipping point will be reached so that all others will be raised ever higher into the light, simply for being in their midst, as if through osmosis.

Of course... there’s always been the risk that these Masters, once immersed into a sea of limited thinkers, might mistaken their 'ordinary' lives as simply ordinary lives, think they’re simply one of the herd, and therefore not appreciate their unique perspectives, grasp their mission, or love themselves as they are no matter what others think, and the whole osmosis thing won’t work.

Marissa, how you holding up? Loving yourself?

Just checking,
The Universe

See I feel as if I have an ordinary life surrounded by an extraordinary life. Maybe I'm a Master. OOOOOOO!

And my mom sent me this:

And this:

I know I'm twisted but i just died laughing!

Wrap it up...

2005-12-13T10:02:00.000-05:00

So as requested, after my short hiatus, here is my tattoo:

Please excuse the blurriness. It was kind of difficult to take a picture of my own arm.
The purple was what I had done. The Aries symbol was my first ever tattoo, but my artist now just had to redo it. He said it was annoying him. :) That's why he's my artist. I had a very interesting experience this time. This marked my ninth time I've gotten tattooed and the first for my brother in law. That's why we went. Barry just turned 18 and he was getting the family crest tattooed on his leg. My hub has the crest on his arm. So it was a special day. We shut out the tattoo parlor for the whole day. We were there from Noon till 9:30 pm. We had two other friends getting tattooed too. Barry went first and passed out twice. Yes it was dramatic but he was ok. You just have to make sure your blood sugar is sufficient before you get tattooed. You definitely have to eat and always have something to drink. Preferably soda or juice. Then hubs went. Then I went because our other friend hadn't gotten out of work yet. Just about ten minutes into mine, our friend showed up. He had to be somewhere so I jumped out of the chair so he could go. Thet was probably the dumbest move I could have made. When I finally got back in the chair, I was definitely hurting. Then I picked purple as the color for the sky, not knowing that purple is the hardest color to blend. Yeah, GO ME! I almost passed out once. And I'm a seasoned pro at this. But I know you have to breathe deeply if you think you'll pass out. Get the oxygen to the brain. So I was ok. But the last ten minutes or so were hard. This is the biggest surface area I've ever got tattooed too, so I think that played a part.

But there is no beauty without pain. Tell me what you think, guys!

Then for Tammy: I found this pin on the ground when I went for coffee yesterday.

No offense to the boys , but sometimes you just have to do it. ;)

Smidgens & Wisps

2005-12-09T10:22:00.000-05:00

(Yes this is another Tidbit post {with pictures!} For those that don't know me I'm working through an very scattered week. DEAL!)

I'm copying Mabel (sort of):

This is not a crazy light craptacular, but rather the cutest little house in the woods I've ever seen. I want a house like this when I grow up.

Yay! Tomorrow I'm getting:

Some of my art: (Don't laugh!)

THIS IS THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS SONG EVER!

http://www.bobrivers.com/player/body1.asp?ID=776&speed=4&atype=tunes

Ok, now:

and y'all:

P.S.

P.P.S.

Love you Guys!

Tits & Bids.. (no that can't be right)

2005-12-08T10:02:00.000-05:00

Yeah I know I 'm freakin hilarious. Just bear with me, K?

First order of business: I have a new renter: 3T

I picked her out of the 7 (SEVEN!) bids I had. She is always a riot and interesting to read. Go check her and let her know I sent you.

I feel like I have to apologize to all the rest of my bidders for not picking them this time. I promise you I will get to all of you guys. Thanks for the interest.

Second: My note from the Universe today:

In case anyone should ask, Marissa, your heart isn’t so large because of your wings; it’s your wings that are so large because of your heart.

Sometimes "loving too much” can be pretty heavy. You know?

That is SO me. I love everyone. And it hurts if they don't love me back. Like my little brother. I love him so much it makes me hurt all over. I just want us all to be happy and I don't know why he's not. I don't think I've done anything TO him, but his thing is that I haven't done anything FOR him. But there are some things he has to do on his own.

I Love You Zack!

Third: Today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death. I was eight months and one day old when he was shot. A good friend said to me the other day, "So you and John shared this earth for eight months!" That comment made my head spin. I was considered lucky because I was alive when John Lennon was. That is the spirit of John Lennon, folks. All he wanted was peace and he did so much, through his music, through his activism, his art, and just everything he did, to bolster that noble cause. To honor his memory, I challenge each of you, at lest for today to promote peace. If you're having a bit of road rage, stop. If you're holiday shopping, be considerate of the clerk at the store. If your family is driving you crazy, just tell them you love them. If we all tried just a little bit harder, it would make our lives less stressful and the world a better place.

THANKS!
<3,
Marissa

John Winston Ono Lennon
October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980

Imagine -

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

So... buy me stuff

2005-12-07T11:35:00.000-05:00

I set up a wishlist after seeing a couple on other blogs. If anyone wants to buy me anything, I will not say no. ;) ALSO, if anyone else has a wishlist, let me know and they might find something under their tree (or menorah, etc. as the case may be).

MY CHRISTMAS LIST

I pimped out my MySpace Profile. Take a look and tell me what you think. AND I made it snow!

I'm a little scattered today (as you can see from all the windows open on my desktop) so I will leave you with a plea. (Yeah I'm pathetic!)

If you swing by here today, please leave me a comment. They seemed to have dried up. Just say hello if you can't think of anything witty to say. (I have those days too.)

So I leave you with my desktop:

*Ed Note* I set up a blogmap for my readers. Go on over and add yourself!

I am woman, hear me roar!

2005-12-06T10:02:00.000-05:00

So while driving to pick up my husband from work last night, I encountered several drivers who FORGOT how to drive properly. Needless to say, I was quite hot under the collar when I got to hubby's job. He had told me to be there on the dot of 8. I was there at 7:58 after having to park in bumble , again because people can't drive (or park properly, apparently). I walked in and hub was not ready to go. I was peeved at this because I wouldn't have ran around like a crazy woman trying to get there on time, if he wasn't going to be ready. But, I have to say my hub knows me so well, and always knows how to take the wind out of my sails. He took one look at me, bent down and pulled these MAMOU bolt cutters frum under the front desk.

He asked me if I wanted to take out some aggression. I said sure. Some lady had locked her keys to her lock INSIDE her locker. So I had to cut the lock. Oh, that was fun! It definitely helped. I was hysterical laughing by the time I was done. And hubs was in a good mood too laughing at me trying to cut the lock.

Then this morning on the way to work, my morning radio station ran a contest for Bon Jovi tickets. You had to call in with the name of Regis Philbin's christmas cd. The answer: The Regis Philbin Christmas Album. Does anyone see the irony in this? (hint: You have to like both Bon Jovi and Regis Philbin) Weird. But it made me giggle.

What kind of kooky things do your radio dj's do?

2005-12-05T11:24:00.000-05:00

ex·pec·to·rant:

Pronunciation: ik-'spek-t(&-)r&nt
Function: noun: an agent that promotes the discharge or expulsion of mucus from the respiratory tract; broadly : an antitussive agent- expectorant adjective

I am living off Pathtussin CF. (The pathmark brand of Robitussin ;) Expextorant to me sounds like I'm expecting to get better from this medicine. It does work but the word is really funny to me. (Esp after I take it. It's got alchohol it it I think.) I am feeling much better, but my body feels like it has been through a war. With all the stuff I had to do this weekend, being sick just made it harder. But I got through it.

I did do a shot of Jack Daniels on Friday night with my boy Mike for his 24th birthday. It definitely cleared my sinuses but left the rest of me feeling icky. We did have fun and I'm glad I was there for him on his birthday.

Then Saturday, I had to work at Penny's but after I had to go straight to my s-i-l's Sweet Sixteen. It was a surprise party. It started at 6:30 but I was working till 8 so I went to work dressed for the party. UGH! I am never wearing heels and a skirt to work again. Besides being sick, my feet hurt and my legs were cold. But I had cool tights on. Sort of like these:

And this is me & Amanda. I'm surprised by how good this picture came out. I don't look sick at all. Isn't Amanda so pretty! She's an awesome young lady. I love her so much! She loved her party and I'm glad because she deserved it.

Sicky Poo

2005-12-02T10:28:00.000-05:00

So i've caught the bug that had Mabel sick yesterday. But I am up, awake, and at work. Meh.

It seems (maybe just to me because I am sick) that all day people have been talking to me and trying to get me to talk bad about other people. I went to the coffee shop and the owner who I haven't seen for months was there. She started asking me how things were with my mother. Those things were SOOOOOOO two years ago. But then I started telling her about the issues with my lil bro and it just snowballed into how my family is psycho. I really love my family. I don't want to talk about how psycho they are. I want to talk about how sweet they are (when they want to be). Then someone else was talking to me about heating oil and the thermostat and it ended up on a rant about how my landlord doesn't get heating oil till we wake up freezing and completely out of oil. He's not a bad guy. Not at all. He's just not really considerate of fellow building dwellers.

Ugh, sick, can't breathe, or swallow.

I love my hubby, my mom & brother, my m-i-l, b-i-l, & s-i-l, my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, ALL MY FRIENDS, coworkers, the verizon guy, Mother Nature & santa Claus.

(Did I get everybody?)

BONUS!: This is my (from left to right) my lil bro, my cousin's wife Karen, my cousin John just back from Iraq, and his mom, my Aunt Marylou. This is from Thanksgiving the other day when my mom went down to Virginia. Aren't they cute!

And YAY! Scott Stapp (from Creed) is making an ARSEHOLE of himself again. I really hate that guy.

Caterwauling

2005-12-01T09:45:00.000-05:00

At the risk of sounding still intoxicated from last night's merrymaking, I will attempt to describe my night last night. It DID involve Jack Daniels, the Freemasons, Hippies (yes with a capital H) and Monty Python. Wow, my friends are weird. ;)

To start, Last night was originally supposed to be a laundry night (considering I haven't done laundry in oh about two weeks.) Then I came home on my lunch hour from work to bring Hub lunch and my day wasn't going too well. Hub suggested we get a movie from Blockbuster and make it a relaxing night. I perked up at that. I've been really busy lately and a relaxing night sounded fine. Alas that was not to be. When I got home for the evening, Hub was still in bed, (that's another story altogether) so I laid down with him. Then the phone rang. It was our friend Spanky, who called to say that our other friend's (A.G.) last day at Evil Bookstore (EB for short)(no I'm not telling which one) was yesterday. This was significant in the fact that our current group of friends became THE CIRCLE at this EB. Our friend A.G. was the last holdout who hadn't gotten another job yet. Well now he has and he starts the new job Monday. So a celebration was in order. Ok. No Problem. A relaxed night was planned. We were to go to AG's house and get intoxicated and watch Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Ok well I still get my movie even if I have to got out to see it. Still ok. No Problem. We just had to wait for AG to get doen with what he was doing. Which ended up being A MEETING WITH THE FREEMASONS! Yes he is going to be a mason. Ok! After I cracked umpteen jokes about secret cults and paddlings, we waited for AG's call to let us know he was done. Well 8:30 came around, 9:00 came around. No call. Hub started to get hungry so we had our customary mini fight about what to eat. (Bit O Background: I haven't cooked in about 6 months, so we normally order in or go pick up. There are quite a few places to take out around us so it's convenient) Hubs finally decided he wanted wonton soup. I was all like,"Great CTH, delivers so I don't have to drive!" Well that didn't go well, because there is a minimum order so it would be too expensive. Ok So I ordered and then went to go pick it up. So we watched the whale episode of South Park & ate wonton soup. South Park was just over (BTW, by now it's like 10 pm and I have to be at work at 9 am. None of the other people have to work the next day.) and AG calls. The masons were over his house for two hours interviewing him. He says there is also a change of plans. Another two friends want to join us but they haven't eaten yet so they want to go to Applebee's. Ok Applebee's serves alchohol. I'm game. As long as I still get to watch my movie. ( I was hanging on to that movie for dear life!) We get over to AG's house and there are three guys standing in front of his house. I THINK it is Ag and our two other friends. So I go over to say hi. BUT, once I get over there, I realize it is not them. I don't know who they are so me and my big mouth say,"Who are you guys!?" Like they're trespassing on my land or something.(and I started laughing hysterically because I'm nervous) The dude looks at me like I'm high and says, "I'm just a friend." I continue to put my foot in my mouth and say,"Well I thought you were someone else. You look like someone I know." He shoots back,"I get that all the time." I am so embarassed. And go into the house worried that I ruined AG's chances. He just laughs at me. He knows this is normal behavior from me. Well plans at that point got beyond my grasp and I just went along for the ride. We ended up going to the Velvet Lounge for drinks, eating Subway at 2am and then watching Monty Python back at AG's house.

All in all it was a fun night and sort of the end of an Era.

(pardon the rambling today, I'm a bit tired as we didn't get home till 3:30 am. and it's now only ten AM.)

(If any of you read this: I love you Gina, Jeff, Mike, Jonathan, and of course Dustin!)

Oh MY GOODNESS! I almost forgot. Today is Mike's 24th Birthday. and My S-I-L Amanda Rose's 16th birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS! I LOVE YOU!

*****(ED. NOTE: Go click on my renter. Yes I have a new renter after a couple weeks without one. So go check her out. She's a rip!)

Remotes & Minor Irritants

2005-11-30T10:37:00.000-05:00

First, sorry about the leave of absence. I was without computer over the holiday weekend and then I was so emotional from the holiday, I couldn't write.

Also please send some healing vibes to Stacie's baby Faith and my sister in law, Amanda Rose. Faith has had some health problems and is very sick. Go send Stacie your bloggerlove. My S-I-L fell last night in gymnastics practice and got a pretty bad concussion. Hubs was with her and my M-I-L at the hospital till about 8 this morning. She's going to be ok, but is in a lot of pain.

So my TV remote privileges have been revoked. Hubby has a system of watching TV that is, according to him, efficient. He goes from channel to channel in a specific order. MTV to TBS to UPN to Comedy Central to USA to TNT to VH1 and back to MTV. I say just go through the channels in numerical order and you will find something to watch. It might take me a couple of passes through every channel but I usually find something good to watch. Hub can't stand some of the things I watch sometimes though. He hates: Discovery Channel, TLC, HGTV, Animal Planet, History Channel, E!, and pretty much every single digit channel except when Survivor is on CBS (channel 2). So when hubs is home we watch NO COMMERCIALS and only like five channels. We do have two TV's in the house. But then if I want to go watch TV in the bedroom, hubs accuses me (playfully) of not wanting to spend time with him. Then I feel guilty. So Ladies & gents, I CAN'T WIN! EVER!

Aime

2005-11-28T15:47:00.000-05:00

Your French name is~Aime~It means 'beloved'.You need to love and be loved. You love with all of
your heart, and expect the same in return. What
you want most is to make the ones you love
happy. You are warm and affectionate.

What is your French name?
brought to you by

So I'm officially cheesy.

2005-11-23T11:11:00.000-05:00

I told hubby what I posted yesterday and he was all like, "GREAT! Now I'm going to have that song in my head all day!" I just giggled. I love it when I do that to him. Because he is a musician (or at least that's what I tell myself to convince myself he's not just weirder than weird.) he is always singing. I mean as he walks around his job or the house. Singing. Out loud. Whole songs. Very loud & dramatically. So he started singing November Rain all dramatic, pulling his hair and gesturing.

I guess you just had to be there.

I thought it was hilarious.

And since I won't be back till Monday: Happy Thanksgiving to y'all! Hope you all have a safe, happy, drama free day.

November Rain

2005-11-22T10:23:00.000-05:00

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this
Such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come
And lovers always go
And no one's really sure
Who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine

So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin
'In the cold November rain

Do you need some time
On your own
Do you need some time
All alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time
All alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time
On my own
Sometimes I need some time
All alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time
All alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you
Need somebody
Don't ya think that you
Need someone

Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
-November Rain - Guns N Roses

So it is raining (thundering too actually) and it's November. It's cold & dreary and I feel fine. I worked last night and basically got left to my own devices. I only had one issue. This couple who had just moved here was using a check to pay for their purchases. Their check was declined because it was a new account. I was mortified because they kept insisting that there was nothing wrong. I put the check thru three times. Then I put them on the phone with the check service. They weren't mad at me though. The left the merchandise. The wife then called anout and hour later and asked me to put the items on hold for her. After I had just put the stuff away!

Well more later. I'm so bored I can't figure out anything to write.

Success!

2005-11-21T00:03:00.000-05:00

Yes, Tarek Won!

Friday was an amazing night. I went to Penny's and watched umpteen hours of training videos. Then picked up the hubby and went to the fight. There were other amateur bouts going on before our friend so we went upstairs to the bar and had a drink and something to eat. Then we went down to watch the fight. The guy Tarek fought looked nothing like the picture in the flyer below. He was hispanic not asian and he was a big bruiser kind of guy. But Tarek kiked the stuffing out of him, literally! Then after he won we all went out to celebrate. There was a bunch of people there who I hadn't seen in awhile so we had fun.

Not much else to say though. My mom is going to Virginia with my brother to visit my aunt for Thanksgiving. I am glad she is because I know she misses her sister. It also makes things easier for us because we only have to visit two houses not three. (Hubby's mom then his grandma.)

I hope she has a good time.

And now for the FUNNY:

Wha?

2005-11-18T00:19:00.000-05:00

RIAA Claims Music On Car Radios Meant Only For Original Vehicle Owner!!!!
Trade Group Vows To Go After Passengers Who Illegally Share Soundwaves

The Recording Industry Association of America announced today it would be expanding its crackdown on copyright infringement by suing family members, hitchhikers and carpoolers.
Lawyers for the RIAA maintain that the radio in each car was never meant to be listened to by anyone else except the original owner of the vehicle.
Therefore, any additional passengers who listen to music on the radio in another individual's car are doing so illegally and without the express permission of the copyright holders of the respective songs that are broadcast.
RIAA attorneys were preparing to go to Federal District courts across the country to have subpoenas issued to every car maker in America in the hopes of forcing them to disclose the names and addresses of all purchasers from the last 20 years.
"We think this is a no brainer," said an RIAA spokesperson who declined to be identified. "These drivers have been illegally sharing music on their radios and their passengers have been getting a free ride for way too long," he continued.
Legal representatives for the RIAA also warned that they would especially be targeting the "big fish" like charter bus drivers and RV owners who blatantly turn up the radio volume allowing others to hear.
In addition, RIAA lawyers said they were hoping to get a court order to exhume the bodies of Scottish physicist James Clerk-Maxwell, who developed the theory of electromagnetic waves and Guglielmo Marconi, who discovered and harnessed wireless radio in order to sue both corpses for unfair business practices.
- Corey Deitz

So I was searching for a radio station to listen to online today and came across the above article. I was bowled over then I saw this: This Article Is Satire

I almost fell on the floor laughing. What a great way to get my Friday going!

Also tonight marks the last night of Pumpkin Spice Ale @ John Harvard's, so we will be celebrating that. And my buddy Tarek Rached (one of Hubby's coworkers, a personal trainer) will be fighting tonight in a Kickboxing Match. Hubby and I will be at ringside cheering him on.
Here's the cutie:

And the poster for his fight:

Wish him luck! And y'all have a great weekend!

Pulpectomy is Expensive

2005-11-17T10:19:00.000-05:00

So my poor hubby woke up yesterday (or rather didn't go to sleep.) with a major league toothache. I drove to the store at 6 a.m. to get him some Orajel to tide him over. Then when I found a dentist that would take him @ 1 p.m. he needed TWO Pulpectomies. That is a precursor to a ROOT CANAL! The wholw slew of treatment will cost us $3733. So your loyal servant (blogfriend) will be getting a second job. For all of you who will hate and say, "Why is hubby not getting a second job?" He has the ability to make more money at his job (he works on commission) and I don't. SO, we will both be working on the money situation. With Christmas and some medical bills popping up (and no health insurance yet) things are getting tight.

So off to:

I went.
AND I'M HIRED ALREADY! I went there 1. because my mom used to work there and it was a pretty nice place and 2. because I figure if I'm working retail I get the employee discount and I could do some Christmas shopping. An all-purpose job. And I could do it part time.

Apparently nobody uses paper applications anymore. You have to sit at a computer and fill out a application online and take a test. They ask you questions like, "If Sally has seven one dollar bills, four ten dollar bills, thre quarters and 15 pennies, how much money does she have?" And I can't even say, "DUH!" because there are poeple out there, EDUCATED PEOPLE EVEN!, that are all like, "Uhm how much is a quarter?" So as I was filling out this application, what I think was the Store Manager walks past me and says hello to me. I didn't know who the heck he was but I didn't want to be rude so I said hello back. AND he started talking to me. He asked me if I had just filled out an employment application, and if I had some time could we sit down and talk. So we went into this conference room with him and one of the trainers. We were talking about the job and they said that they had an opening at the Home Store in Lamps & Picture Frames. (Works for me!) We also figured out that this guy is friends with a good friend of my current boss. I am going down there today and watching all the training videos and stuff and I start register training on Sunday! Whoo! That was fast.

Wish me luck!

*NOTE* Please go visit the Suck It Easy Website and vote on a name for our fan club. You can also join the fan club here.

Funny of the day:

The Center for Disease Control has released a list of symptoms of
bird flu. If you experience any of the following, please seek medical
treatment immediately:

1. High fever
2. Congestion
3. Nausea
4. Fatigue
5. Aching in the joints
6. An irresistible urge to shit on someone's windshield

Rain, Rain Go Away!

2005-11-15T12:54:00.000-05:00

Thanks to Soapbox for the pic. I watched the WWE Raw tribute to this amazing wrestler last night. And still can not process the fact that he is gone. I am a fan by association but I greatly admire all these wrestlers for the skills the have. My thoughts and prayers go out to Eddie's family and friends.

How fitting that today is rainy.

My mom and I use to sing this song, back in the drama free times:

Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
Little Johnny wants to play,
In the meadow by the hay.

Don't Judge

2005-11-14T13:44:00.000-05:00

I was at the just at the grocery store and came upon a somewhat startling realization. People (including myself) automatically judge other people. I was just at the store to stock up on soup for work (even though it's like 70 degrees here, IN NOVEMBER!) and I was waiting at the express line. In front of me were two ladies. Here's where the judging part comes in. The first lady was about 60 yrs old but dressed in work wear. Hot pink knee length skirt, high heeled knee length black suede boots. And a pink and black tweed jacket that was two sizes two big. She then proceeded to pay for her five items with a $21 check! This was after she fished her turquoise wallet/checkbook out of her two foot wide pocketbook. Then as she went to walk away her pocketbook got stuck on the metal rack holding the plastic bags. It fell a made a VERY loud noise. I kind of rolled my eyes at the fact that she tried so hard to look put together but just SO wasn't. I feel bad about judging her. She was probably just having a really bad Monday. We all do it though. We just don't talk about it. The next lady was completely different. She was about the same age as the first lady but wore a fanny pacy and a canvas bag across her shoulder. She had black tapered pants on and a chenille sweater from the early 80's. She was buying two gallons of 2% milk, horseradish, Worsteshire (I KNOW that is spelled wrong) sauce and six boxes of tissues. AND she smelled like patchouli. Which is ok if your dressed in flowy skirts and flip flops, but not dressed in winter clothes on a 70 degree day in November! (B.O, EW!)

So now you know, I judge people unfairly! I know other people are doing it too (sub- or unconsciously) so I can be a little less self conscious when I'm out in publik. (You Ron White "Tater Salad" Fans will get that one.)

Happy Veteran's Day!

2005-11-11T10:22:00.000-05:00

I have a new renter, Eph2810, so go on over and show her I'm not a crappy landlord. I know you guys can do it!

My Morning Inspiration: Communication paves a path for progress. Connect with someone!

In Honor of My Grandpa, who passed away in January, and my Cousin John, who recently came back from Iraq (safe & sound , thank God) Happy Veteran's Day to all those who served and who are currently serving in our nations armed forces. Whil many people including myself do not feel we should be at war, this is the time to thank those men and women who fight valiantly for what we all believe in: Freedom for all people. I say THANK YOU!

It's FRIDAY!!!!!!! Yay!

I heard a word today on the radio that I thought was great: Mantastic. One of the DJ's had used it to decribe Clive Owen. Now I don't think Clive is quite that. But you do know I LOVE Carmine Giovinazzo from CSI:NY and Jake Gyllenhaal from Jarhead. The original for me is Johnny Depp though. Elijah Wood comes in on my list too. As do Gael Garcia Bernal & Bam Margera. OOOEEE!

2005-11-10T15:09:00.000-05:00

Illusions mistaken for the truth are the pavement under our feet,

it is what we call civilization.

--Barbara Kingsolver

This was my morning inspiration today. Wow, huh?!

Also inspired by Tiny Coconut what book should I be reading?

What a way to start a Humpday!

2005-11-09T09:34:00.000-05:00

Want a laugh? This is worth the three seconds it takes.

1- Go to www.google.com

2- Type in "Failure", without the quotes

3- Instead of hitting "Search" hit "I'm feeling Lucky"

4- See what comes up!

5- Tell your friends before the people at Google fix it.

You get this if they haven't fixed it yet.

**GUFFAW** (I always wanted to use that word and now seemed a good a time as any.)

Also some great news on the home front. I have been appointed President of the Suck It Easy Fan Club by Tim Easy the previous singer. YAY! I am so excited.

This was the email he sent me:

Hi Ruby,

No one needs any stalkers, that's for sure. I was chatting with Chris Easy, and we are both in agreement that you should become the official President of our Suck It Easy Fan Club. As far as ideas go, I dont really have anything in mind, or in place. But you'd have 100% complete freedom to create an official living breathing Fan Club from scratch, any way that you choose. Mailing list? Newsletter? Contests with prizes for the winners? Fundraisers? Bandmember birthday announcements? Bumper stickers? Kneepads for girls? Any ideas you can come up with would be great.

By the power invested in me, I hereby declare you the President of our Suck It Easy Fan Club. Tell everyone! You rock!

Lotsa love, TC

How awesome is that?! So does anyone have any ideas on what to do. I have already started a website and I have a contest running to find a name for the club.

Easy like Sunday Morning...

2005-11-08T12:12:00.000-05:00

Even though it's only Tuesday.

Please go and visit my renter http://fickenchingers.blogspot.com/. Her lease is almost up and I want to send her off with a bang. ;)

Because of major poking and prodding from some people (Soapbox and Mabel) I have decided to post the other three pictures from the night at Kenny's Castaways.

**DISCLAIMER* I in no way endorse any of the language you may see here. I just think it's fucking hilarious!**

I'm not much of a fan of Jake Gyllenhal, but I have to see Jarhead becuse that boy is fine!

WOW!

2005-11-07T10:06:00.000-05:00

To all those who commented on my pic below: Thanks! I don't normally wear makeup so that's how I look everyday. I guess I was having such a great time, I wasn't tired. ;)

Not much to talk about today yet, except for the fact that it is VERY SUNNY out today. You know that kind of blinding sun. UGH! Too early.

Ok well, yeah...

Because they don't really have butchers where I live so seeing meat hanging in a store window is amusing to me.

**EDIT**

“Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”–Wally Lamb

Promotion time!

2005-11-04T10:35:00.000-05:00

Hey Y'all! I have been so energized since the show the other night. I am starting to be happy on a regular basis now. OMG! ROFL!

Ok Back to business. I started a Suck It Easy blog. Go there and check it out. I posted pictures of the show from the other night. If anyone who has blogrolled me can blogroll them too, it would really mean alot to me. I am trying to promote them as much as I can. They might be doing a tour of some college campuses soon and I want to get the word out. THANKS!

So this is me at 4AM:

And this was a pic I thought came out very well:

Have a great weekend everybody!

Success!

2005-11-03T12:26:00.000-05:00

OK Go Visit Ficken Chingers, who is my renter for this week. Show her some love and don't forget to tell her I sent you.

Then, come participate in the

That should be lots of fun.

So we got home last night (or rather this morning) at 5 am. I was at work at 8:50. Ha!
Suck it Easy basically played an almost three hour set then we walked around Greenwich Village for about four hours. I made a buch of new friends. Hi Jenn, Trevor, & Kristen (and Kerry and Laura the bartenders)! *waves* The guys were really tight and we had a rocking time.

Then this guy came around: He actually had four different signs in one. BUT, the other three are not suitable for publishing. They're pretty funny but very offensive.

2005-11-02T09:38:00.000-05:00

So this is quote verbatim what my darling little brother sent to me this morning:

"I hate you so f**king much you are not a part of my life and you never have been you were never really my sister you're only my half sister don't ever talk to me again if we have family gatherings and you go I'm not going you're out of my life.

What a way to wake up huh? I love him to death, but he won't listen to me.

BUT... I am going to Kenny's Castaways tonight for another Suck it Easy show. I probably will not sleep tonight so wish me luck in getting to work on time tomorrow.

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WTF?

2005-11-01T10:46:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I wish that I could just blog about mundane things for awhile like what I had for breakfast or what I saw on my drive to work. (BTW, I had a buttered roll and a V8 and I saw this:)

But alas it is not to be. My brother/devil child is rearing his head again. My mom is not helping. And as much as I try to stay out of it I get pulled back in because it hurts me to see them hurting.

Just a brief synopsis. Last night Hubby went to see Medeski Martin & Wood in the City. NYC to be exact. I got to have a night to myself which we all need sometimes. I took my time getting home from work. I stopped at Mace's to get anew shower curtain, and kind of walked around a bit. Then I had a chiropractor appt and went to get a bite to eat at the diner where my M-I-L works. After that I went home and just read a magazine for awile til I got another one of the dreaded frantic phone calls. Little bro "needed a place to stay for the night". He had gotten into an argument w/ my mom and left. Before I said anything I called my mom to find out what the story was because bro never can tell me actually what happened. He just kind of tells me that she started yelling. I think he maybe can't understand her when she's yelling or he tunes out. Well, mom said she had asked him to help her around the house and he wouldn't. I called him back to try to talk to him and calm him down. Trying to get him to just go home and got to bed. Well he hung up on me. Then I went to bed because it was 11pm by this time. 30 min later he calls back almost crying. I pick up the phone and try to talk to him and he accuses me of always being on mom's side and hangs up. I call him back and it goes straight to voicemail so I hang up and go to bed. Phew! What a earful! Just recounting it makes me tired and gives me a headache just like last night. Then I had ona movie where there was a big car crash in full detail and that brought up memories of my aunt.And I think because it was halloween and I had been watching The Girls Next Door who had a seance. I kept imagining my aunt as an angry ghost trying to hurt me for the accident.

I'm pissed off, hurt, sad, and worried. GRRRRRRR!

Musings

2005-10-31T10:36:00.000-05:00

So, apparently, I am like Sandra Bullock. ??? OK.

And I am the reason Hubby gets up in the morning. AWWWWW! He is the best.

We had a really deep discussion last night about how I don't have, "a thing" in this life. He has his music, and I am totally supportive of that. But what do I have? Hubby's theory is that I am the support he needs to get him to that higher level. If he didn't have me he would be Jim Morrison instead of The Beatles. A genius gone before his time. My thing might be, just being the rock he can stand on to get to where he needs to be. For an independent woman like me that kind of needled me but I think I understand. I am modeling myself around Jackie Kennedy. Being the woman in the background doing whatever needs to be done.

Things are good!

(More Later)

BTW:

Wow!

2005-10-28T09:21:00.000-04:00

I get an email every morning from Tut.com This was this morning's email. What a way to go into the weekend! (BTW, I am trying to get a degree in nursing. I guess I had filled that out when I signed up for the email but this is the first time it's come up with these emails.)

"In many regards, Marissa, it's as if everyone is playing a giant board game, and this time around you chose the Marissa Sclafani token. Clutch!
Now, the object is not to buy properties, or to contort your body, or to vote others off, but simply to like all that Marissa Sclafani likes, to choose all that Marissa Sclafani wants to choose, and to follow Marissa Sclafani's heart, all in the tiny little turn you're given.
Proceed directly to "GO," and collect your very own Degree in Nursing
- The Universe

Soon to come: Some pics of my pretty cousin and assorted others from last night at her birthday dinner. I hope she had a good time. :)

WEIRD & More Happy Birthday!

2005-10-27T10:58:00.000-04:00

First order of business is my Beautiful Cousin Haley's Birthday today! She is 22! Here she is:

Please send a wave and some Happy Birthday's her way!

Second, Kinda, sorta been tagged by Soapbox.Superstar to show what my desktop looks like. So here you are:

If you can't tell I like the color green and I like fairies.

As Per Soapbox, I'm tagging everyone!

All you have to do is take a screen shot of your desktop. If you don’t know how, here are some instructions to help:

Click your mouse somewhere on your desktop. Press the Print Screen key on your keyboard—this captures what’s displaying on the entire computer screen.

Once you’ve captured a screen, it is in an area of memory on your computer and will stay there until you copy something else. You can now paste this captured image into a document or into a graphic application such as Microsoft’s Paint (available through Start > Programs > Accessories > Paint) and modify it.

Post it on your site and leave me a comment and let me know you did it.

Third, I just rented my blog out (on BE) again to Shane Gilreath. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE got take a look at his site. He is a poet and the pictures he posts are beautiful.

Pieces of Me

2005-10-26T09:49:00.000-04:00

Yeah, I know I'm no Ashlee Simpson. (TG for that!) But I'm a little scattered today so here's some bits & pieces.

1. Yes I have officially christened myself The Goose that Laid the Golden Egg. See here:

2. Drawing a blank, sorry.

3. An old friend from High School just wrote me a letter saying she misses me and doesn't know why we ever drifted apart. I am touched. Especially since we live less than a mile from each other and I drive past her house just about every day and wonder how she is doing.

4. I got my first friend request from a person I don't know on MySpace. I feel important and interesting.

5. I took this picture the other night. What do you think?

2005-10-25T10:57:00.000-04:00

Rest in Peace, Rosa Parks.

I am whiter than white bread but I still look up to Rosa Parks. She is definitely a hero in my book. For black people, for women, for doing what is right in this world. I say thank you to her and hope she is at rest.

Thank you to all my commenters for the zillionth time. I know all I need to do is blog out my frustratons and I will get a ton of encouragement. I do get low alot. It's my own fault. I get so worked up about stuff. I plan on just chilling out about stuff. I hope I can. ;)

Another one

2005-10-24T12:48:00.000-04:00

And her is the 1,385,762,857th post about how I think I'm manic depressive and need professional help. Friday night was AWESOME! Suck it Easy played at Da Funky Phish and all involved (and there were many) had a smashing good time. I met the founding members of Suck it Easy, specifically Tim Easy who is an all around great guy. He's really interesting and wise. I can see that he's gone through alot in his life and come out on the other side a little better for it. We ended up staying out all night and eating pizza at 4:30 am. Saturday was a wash because I slept all day. Poor hubby had to be at work though at 7:30 am on Saturday so when he got home that night he went right to bed. Sunday I kinda got the blues. Not a good thing. Possibly PMS'ing. Help me. Please

New stuff

2005-10-21T10:02:00.000-04:00

HEY Y'ALL! It's Friday! Not payday but Friday nonetheless. Got some new stuff around Ho Hum these days. First to the right, down about a quarter of the page is the new Rent my Blog box from BlogExplosion. This week I am hosting Stacie from Mommy's Busy, Take a Number so go on over there and show her some love. Then I have added an AIM remote. I am online all day during the week so add me as a friend and come talk to me. I promise I will talk back. Just ask PoetX. Speaking of PoetX, No the tattoos are not as big as the pictures. They are about three inches long and about 2 inces wide. But aren't they purty?!

And I leave you with this as requested by Dane Cook here. Have a Great Weekend everybody!!!!!!!

More classification...

2005-10-20T11:14:00.000-04:00

I get bored very easily. I cannot amuse myself except on very good days. I tend to go alittle crazy when I am with friends. I think that scares them a little. Except for my crazy frends. Like the pimp. I am a mature woman. I am slowly learning to get intouch with my sexuality. I believe I picked a safe way to do that. With marriage. I like being married. It frees me to focus on other facets of my life (albeit unsuccessfully so far.) I have no sympathy for people who cannot do the basic things in life like laundry and paying bills and getting the car fixed. I am very empathetic to a person who has had tragedy in their life. I think that is what will make me a great nurse. If I can ever freakin get back to school.

OK in other news, Hubby is playing at a place called Da Funky Phish tomorrow night. That is what I had to tell you guys the other day but I didn't want to jinx it. This club is kind of the next step up from garage band on Long Island here. http://www.dafunkyphish.com/ They are listed as *special guest*. ;)

And TADA my new tats: First on is my right arm then both arms together.

Recovering...

2005-10-18T10:57:00.000-04:00

Thanks to Will for reminding me that I/m not the only crazy fucker in the world.

I have not blogged for a few days, mostly because I have been recovering from the bender that was this weekend. Illicit substances consumed, drama ensued, etc. You know the usual twenty something gathering. I kinda think it's a bit funny, I can't seem to remember much of the weekend. I remember bits and pieces and the overwhelming feeling of being lost. And people seemed to want so much from me. Like at the Lounge on Sunday. I had to apologize to John the bartender. Apparently I hadn't come up to say hello, the past two weeks. So I had to spar with him verbally so he could get his fix of me. (I think I might be full of myself!) All that to get a drink! Not just any drink though, a 3/4 full of Sapphire Gin Tom Collins. He is nothing if not a great bartender. High drama in the music scene as well. A new bass player decide to play with Suck it Easy. Well, let's just say he sucked and not very easy. He sucked VERY HARD. The rest of the band members got quite upset and all but threw him off the stage. DRAMA! I can understand Mr. Whisper (aka CR the guitar player and Hubby's new musical soulmate.) He drove into a puddle that was chest deep on thursday after dropping hubby home. Then partied in the city all weekend with NO SLEEP! So that I can understand. The rest I think I imagined in my artificially charged state.

All in all a good weekend that I can laugh at. Isn't that what I'm shooting for lately?

And now for the funny: Thanks to The Onion.

Am I Crazy?

2005-10-13T09:19:00.000-04:00

Seriously, please tell me if I am mean and nasty. I try not to be but people make it so easy for me. Every morning I check my email then I go to Myspace and check if anybody sent me some love. This morning, I got a message in my inbox there from this guy who wasn't a friend. This is the email he sent to me:

From: INDK
Date: Oct 12, 2005 9:17 PM
Yo, dont put plastic wrap on your tat while it heals, youre gonna just smother it, it needs to breathe. All is needed is a small amout of ointment, just enough so its not shinny in the light, too much oinment will also smother it. Just some advise, Ive seen friends tats get screwed cause they didnt heal it right. Have fun, and enjoy the ink.

I'm guessing that was in response to this: My latest tattoo I posted on a tattoo message board.

This was my response: Please tell me I was sort of nice...

I could be a bitch and send you some message back filled with curse words and LARGE MIDDLE FINGERS, cuz like you don't know me and you're judging me. I shouldn't have to explain myself, (especially today because it's been raining for the LAST FREAKIN FIVE DAYS!) but I will because I am gonna send you some love because you seem to need it. That pic was taken ten minutes after the tat was done. You leave the plastic wrap on for an hour then take it off and wash with Dial antibacterial soap then cover with a thin layer of A&D ointment. See you didn't know the whole story hon. It's ok I forgive you. (AND YES, I am certifiably insane, isn't it great the people you meet online. I'm only a few hours away from you dude. ;))

And then I will leave you with this: I thought it was freaking hilarious.

Musings

2005-10-11T00:52:00.001-04:00

In an effort to classify and define my self:

I am a woman. Too much for some. Not enough for others. I talk way to much especially when I am not sober. I shop at Walmart and the $2 rack at Sears. I obsess about spending $13 on clothes. I get pissed off a people who are condescending. I can be condescending my self sometimes. (Not intentionally, but some people make me shake my head in disbelief.) So in theory I am pissed at myself sometimes. I like green, red and purple. Most of my clothes are those colors. It gets boring sometimes. I very rarely wear skirts. I have ONE pair of jeans. (that's how much I work.) I hate being cold, and driving, especially when it's cold. For those of you who have met me, you know why I hate driving. For those who haven't go here. I have trouble holding on to friendships. They seem to slip away uncontrollably.

For now, that's it. More to come as it is revealed to me.

2005-10-10T11:24:00.000-04:00

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

So I am now the Godfather. Interesting though, that was on TV last night as I fell asleep. HMMM...

Got some good news, that I will share with you guys aroung the 24th or so because I don't want to jinx anything.

And Tattoo day is coming up! Yay! Saturday is the day. I will be getting a bee on each wrist.
These are the pics I gave Andreas (My Artist) He's drawing it up for me kinda half realistic and half traditional style.

Realizations & Revelations

2005-10-07T10:22:00.000-04:00

Can I get a Hallelujah over here!

Sorry, whenever I use that word, revelations, I always feel like a preacher. ;)

First order of Business: Everybody wave Happy Birthday to my Mommy! Today is her Birthday and I hope she has a WONDERFUL day!

I have come to the conclusion that I don't have to feel obligated by every single thing. I like this feeling and I'm going to ride it all the way through the weekend!

Happy Friday everyone!

TO MOMMY!:

And all around:

2005-10-06T13:32:00.000-04:00

To be loved,
To be unique,
To be wanted,
To know all of this is true.

That is the key to my life. To find all of these things and not in fits and starts. I think too much. I don't act enough. I do things half assed. I expect too much for the little that I do accomplish. I need that extra oomph, to get past this roadblock in the path of the rest of my life. Thank you to the rest of the world for showing me that. Thank you to my wonderfully sick hubby who puts up with my shit and talks to me for hours to glean the REAL facts of my fears and tribulations. Thank you to all of you bloggers out there who tell me I am not crazy and who I could not do without. My insane, inane ramblings obviously have purpose when put into a public ring such as this. I know all of you bloggers feel the same way: when you start to type and the keys just flow under your fingers it feels good. To have this forum for just me. I have been luckier than most bloggers I think because I have just enough readers to get some feedback on what I write but I'm not a good enough writer to warrant a complaint on what I write. I have seen some blogger shut down their sites because of negative reactions. I feel that is sad. I want to go up to those complainers and smack them with a big, wet, juicy fish upside the head. (OK, my rant has run out of steam)

Again thanks to the hubby and everyone else who shows me support, You guys are the best!

Not much...

2005-10-04T11:00:00.000-04:00

Not much to say today. Wish hubby well, he is not feeling well. He had a fever last night and stayed home from work today. Also I am driving around in this:

I don't particularly like it but it's what the insurance is paying for.

This is my baby which is getting fixed this week.

And this is my baby who hopefully is feeling better now:

Few bits of Business

2005-10-03T14:28:00.000-04:00

Blog Cleaning Day!

First order of business: Pass the Potato

Second order of business: Thank to everyone who had advice for me on Friday. The hubby and I talked and are not fighting anymore. I think we got alot of things out in the open that had been simmering for awhile. We are in a large transition period of our lives right now, and it's getting a bit intense. The problem sometimes is that we don't have the time to sit down and talk things out because our schedules are so different. I work days and he works night and it's like there is no time to sit down for a couple of minutes. But things have been worked out. Again Thanks, everybody!

Third order of business: I have been drinking ALOT. I don't think I have a problem but last night I got so drunk I got sick. Now, I can hold my liquor, and I only drink socially (on the weekends) but I have not been smart lately with what I'm drinking. Last night I had half a Coors Light, Two Tom Collins with about 3/4 gin in the glass and a dirty Martini. I think it was the martini which sent me over the edge. A dirty Martini for those of you who don't know is gin, a bit of vermouth and some olive juice. I love olives so when the bartender and I started talking about my love for gin and olives.. he suggested a dirty Martini... on the house. And your girl here just will not pass up a free drink. It was pretty good. Salty. But it tasted weird. I don't know what it's supposed to taste like, so I couldn't tell if it was bad.

Very hungover this morning, but I got a nice greasy bacon, egg & cheese sandwich from the deli, with some coffee and a GIANT size Gatorade and I'm feeling much better.

Now I know some of you are probably going to Tut, Tut me but I'm having fun and going a bit crazy. Which I think we all need to do sometimes.

Sign me today as **Crazy Lady Jane!**

More angst!

2005-09-30T09:38:00.000-04:00

So the Hubby and I are fighting. I hate it. I hate it with a passion. We've been fighting more and more lately. He feels that I am not listening to him. The problem is I can remember certain conversations quite clearly and that is not what he said. He think I have selective hearing. Then from there we start to argue about topic not even related to what we first started arguing about. Well, folks it looks like now is not the right time to rent a house. That's fine by me, just tell me. On Tuesday, hubby told me that he'd talked to the landlord and the landlord was willing to come down for us. Hubby told me to do some research on the cost of the utilities and we would sit down and work out what the number would be. (I remember this clearly, we were sitting on the couch.) He insists that what he said was that the landlord was willing to come Down to $1600 and would put an ad in the paper. If we decided we wanted the house to let him know before November. WTF??? How could I mishear that! So we argued and went to bed mad (Which I hate!!!!!!!) Then this morning he got out of the car when I dropped him off at work and didn't even give me a kiss goodbye. The day is shot. I was supposed to have a great day and a fun night but now I'll be whiny. GRRRRRRRR!

PUMPKIN SPICE BEER<>I think I'ma gonna get drunk tonight!

AHHHH... Ramen!

2005-09-29T14:28:00.000-04:00

My topic today is Ramen noodles. A staple of any twenty-something's diet, it is highly versatile. There's also a freaking museum about it!

LOOK! Shin-Yokohama Ramen Museum

There's also multiple websites devoted to recipes including Ramen noodles. Here and Here.

Good stuff on a cold rainy day! I am now off to have some and a cup of hot cocoa. Anyone wanna join me?

My Flavor of choice:
Oriental

Yo, Vinny!

2005-09-28T11:30:00.000-04:00

So apparently the Jets are falling back into old habits. They are still giving Brooks Bollinger a chance this weekend (glad to see Herm thinking to the Future), but Vinny Testaverde is coming back. Hopefully to save the day. More likely to just make the games entertaining enough that people will still come to the game and watch on TV.

So here's to a season, Yo, Vinny!

In other News:

The landlord for the house we were looking at is possibly bringing the rent down for us. He really likes us and wants to rent to us, so he's working with us to make it happen. It looks ike we may only have to increase our current payment of $900 to about $1400 or so. We shall see.

Good Vibes, people, Good Vibes! ;)

OH NO!

2005-09-27T10:42:00.001-04:00

With the rest of my life in shambles but holding, football was the one thing I had to look forward to. Now, NUTHIN. Chad Pennington, who is the starting QB for the NY Jets, is out AGAIN for the season. I hate Chad Pennington. I think he is a wuss and a dork and can't play football even when he's not injured. ROAR! ;P Jay Fiedler, who is the second string Qb is not much better. He also is hurt. So it's Brooks Bollinger who is stepping up. He's a rookie, and I don't know much about him, so we'll see. Next week we play Baltimore and then Tampa Bay the next week so let's see how this plays out.
Here is the whole story about Pennington.

Ahhhhhhh...

2005-09-26T11:34:00.000-04:00

Weekends are good. A little bit of this...

Courtesy of this man, John who is The Shit...

Notice the signboard above his head. I wrote that out for him and got a free drink out of the deal. Not to mention, he did two shots with me. **gurgle, gurgle, ugh tequila!**

A little bit of this...

And this... (this BTW is Suck it Easy... they'rrrrreeee GRRRREEEAAAT!)

Add some Pumpkin Spice Ale from John Harvard's,

throw in some Great friends, and you have my weekend.

Thank you for viewing my weekend photoblog, we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

2005-09-23T13:40:00.000-04:00

I apparently can win something if I link to Adagio Teas. So there you go. Clink on the link, I'm not sure if I have to get clickthroughs to win.

**Courtesy of Jenny**

It's kind of a boring Friday, but have a great weekend everybody!

2005-09-22T11:03:00.000-04:00

This is the kind of thing that makes you go HMMMMMMMM!
Courtesy of Go Fug Yourself

Ok this is a little pirate freaky but it was International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and it's Jenny McCarthy who's a little Freaky(with a capital F) herself. I let this one slide.

Then comes this Monstrosity. What was she thinking?!?! I mean the color is all wrong for her. **smirk**

2005-09-21T16:16:00.000-04:00

Now I didn't actually write this but it says what I've been thinking very clearly. (It came off a bulletin on MySpace) The black part is the only thing I changed, to show some classic music. Everyone probably knows a few of these people. What I want to know is why they are so sad.

"I wonder when people will realize that the "scene" has become homogeneous. It's full of 14 year old girls with uneven bangs, black and white striped shirts, and tattered low-top black Chuck Taylors, who swoon over homosexual kissing and pathetic whiny lyrics and overuse the symbols.

Their favorite quote is, invariably, "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" because it like, so totally describes their relationship with that one HAWT sophomore who totally ripped their hearts out when they were like, SO in love with him.

Their favorite type of music is, of course, "emo, screamo, and hardcore", three terms which, in their minds, invariably include the bands Taking Back Sunday, Thrice, and Hawthorne Heights.Their AIM screennames often include x's, the words "electrikk", "disaster", or some play on their favorite song from their favorite band, you know, the one they saw on MTV like a couple times, but shouldn't be on MTV because they're like, way too emo for that.

They take hundreds of black and white pictures with way too much contrast of themselves looking plaintively down at the ground, pointing a gun made of their fingers at their heads, or kissing the camera while displaying their expert application of lip gloss around their labret piercing and the thick dark eyeliner that circles their eyes.

They embrace the "dork" that is inside their polished, fashionable exteriors by writing in their LiveJournals or Xangas about how they and their friends had an 'N Sync sing-a-long at one of their sleepovers because, remember, 'N Sync is soooo not popular anymore and they like, sooo wouldn't follow any of the fads of today, so they embrace the fads of yesterday.

They adore "retro fashion", meaning anything from the 80's, because they totally used to wear neon colors and big beaded bracelets, even though they were born in, at the earliest, 1988 and remember jack shit about the fashion and culture of the 80's.

It's full of "emo boys" who often are difficult to differentiate from "emo girls", who have meaningless tattoos even though they're 15, smoke a lot of cigarettes, drink a lot of hard liquor, and are in some shitty band that plays a couple of gigs in someone's basement because they're "too cool to go mainstream" when really, they just suck.

They weigh roughly 90 pounds, wear girls' jeans that hug their asses in just the right places, belts buckled somewhere around the side of their right leg, tight striped 80's style polo shirts or band t-shirts, and skater shoes, even though they don't skate because that's soooo lame.

They write awful poetry about the dark abyss of their souls and how the gun is pointed at their heads, the trigger poised to blast away the bloody memories of a failed romance. They cried when Blink-182 broke up, and they have a secret obsession with Avril Lavigne because, like, she really IS kinda hot even though her music totally sucks.

They spend more time at the mirror than their female counterparts do, making sure that the long black shock of hair at the front of their heads lies covering one eye just so, that their lip piercing is perfectly placed so that it looks hot when they kiss other boys, that their pants are the right degree of tightness so as not to exude gayness.

Emo boys and girls often use the suffix "Xcore" to describe themselves, using a number of adjectives or nouns to accomplish this task. This is a play off hardcore music, or "hXc". Some of these descriptive words include "fashionXcore", "retroXcore", or even "yournamehereXcore."This way of speaking is retarded or nonsensical to everyone else except those "in the scene", but it totally doesn't matter because they're too nonconformistXcore for anyone to truly understand their "scene".

They couldn't name a Janis Joplin, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Led Zeppelin, Who, Kinks, Tom Petty, Ramones, ZZ Top or Beastie Boys song if it came up and bit them on their Gap Jeans-clad asses, and they claim to like the Smiths because Jesse Lacey of Brand New said they were cool.

Sure, they listen to some new "emoXcore" bands, but they're all pretty much the same five bands:
1. Taking Back Sunday
2. Senses Fail
3. My Chemical Romance
4. Hawthorne Heights
5. Story of the Year

To these promising young firecrackers, music takes a backseat to fashion in their scene of choice. Emo girls just want to kiss emo boys, emo boys just want to kiss other emo boys, and they all want to wear tight pants and take lots of pictures of themselves. End of story. Because honestly? It's electrikk!"

Contemplation?

2005-09-21T10:36:00.000-04:00

So the Hubby and I are thinking about moving up in the world. We want to rent a house. We've been thinking about it for awhile. We've decided that we are going to take on a roomate and look for a small two bedroom. Our roomate is going to be Tiny, who was the best man at our wedding. We've both known him for awhile and we think we get along fabulous. Now the tricky part is going to be affording it. I have been running the numbers but I need some help to tell me if it is feasible.

First, Tiny can afford only $700 max, so wherever we are that's it. Currently we pay $900 in rent for our one bedroom apt. We have found a cute little house close to all of our jobs and big enough to fit us all comfortably. It has a nice big backyard and a full basement. It also has LOTS of closets and built in shelves which I am drooling over. I have only ONE closet in my current apt. that can fit anything.

Now here is what I have figured. (per month)

$1800 - My take home pay
$2000 - Hubby's take home pay (approx. $1000 is pay and the rest is commision, which so far has been pretty stable.)

That gives us $3800 to work with. Currently our expenses are $250 for car payment, $300 for insurance, $150 for digital cable, internet, and phone. That leaves us with $3200. Take away $1000 for food and gas. That gives us $2200 to play with. The house we're looking at is like $1700 plus utilities. Tiny thinks utilities will bring it to about $2300. If Tiny pays $700 that will leave $1600. Out of our $2200 that leaves us an extra $400 wiggle room. I believe that only electric and oil is our responsibility. Water is covered by the landlord.

I feel like I am missing something here. Hubby doesn't think it is feasible but let me know what you guys think.

Surreal I tell you...

2005-09-20T14:12:00.000-04:00

So, apparently: His majesty's caravan is as compelling as your temper.

Try the Surrealist Compliment Generator

I feel like I am going through my days in a daze. I am that little guy in the movie Labyrinth who is driving the guard at the door. When the guard is defeated, the head pops open and you see this little guy. I am high above me and watching my actions and all the weird situations.

The Best Movie Ever:

2005-09-19T11:27:00.000-04:00

So this weekend was another revelation for me. My friends actually somewhat understand me. I have made a deal with myself to be honest in all of my dealings with the outside world. It started with my family. I will not let them treat me like crap anymore. Then I decided to be honest with my friends. I wanted them to know the real me and not just what I portray sometimes so they will like me. Well they like me, They really, really like me. It was such a good feeling to just hang out and move from friend to friend and just talk. I've been missing so many people for a long time. I'm glad things are finally getting back to normal and getting better than they were before. Is this what happiness feels like?

AWWW!

More AWWW!

OK, I think I got everybody!

2005-09-13T15:30:00.000-04:00

YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!

Poke the Peguin

Ho Hum What?

Tids & Bits

No Taxation without Representation!

More Cuteness cause I'm still in pain... Grrrrrrr!

Win with me!

More cuteness

Hmmm...

Back by popular demand...

Cash's Birth Story

One Handed

Cash is Here!

Update!

Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes...

36 Weeks and counting...

Surprise!!!!!!!

My Dream House

Check this out!

Is it a freaking full moon???

Yesh!

Do they call this nesting???

It Snowed!

All is well in Incubationland

Follow the yellow brick road...

Almost uncontrollable at times

Hello Again

Hope is blooming...

SO SO

Bit of a break

Drive, Pack, Shop, in that order.

Awakening

Nips & Tucks (sort of)

*Cough**Cough**Cough*

WOW!

Rollercoaster

To all my bests for 2006

Vicodin, More Vicodin, and apparently Percoset

Pain, More Pain & Vicodin

Some funnies to tide you over the long crazy holiday!

I'M BAAAAAAACK!

Promises, Promises

Bad Blogger

Catching Up

Wrap it up...

Smidgens & Wisps

Tits & Bids.. (no that can't be right)

So... *buy me stuff*

I am woman, hear me roar!

Sicky Poo

Caterwauling

Remotes & Minor Irritants

Aime

So I'm officially cheesy.

November Rain

Success!

Wha?

Pulpectomy is Expensive

Rain, Rain Go Away!

Don't Judge

Happy Veteran's Day!

What a way to start a Humpday!

Easy like Sunday Morning...

WOW!

Promotion time!

Success!

WTF?

Musings

Wow!

WEIRD & More Happy Birthday!

Pieces of Me

Another one

New stuff

More classification...

Recovering...

Am I Crazy?

Musings

Realizations & Revelations

Not much...

Few bits of Business

More angst!

AHHHH... Ramen!

CoughCoughCough

So... buy me stuff