I blame the fact that I cannot feel my hands. Our heater hasn't worked for like... 4 or 5 years now and it's 45 in here. I literally don't need a refrigerator for my food. Also, if we ever meet and you wonder why my skin is so well preserved and I look far younger than my 32 years... that would be why. Between working and living where the average temperature is WAY TOO f**kING COLD, I maintain my youthful appearance apparently.
Last blog I mentioned that my house is in foreclosure and so I t
These words are absolutely a figment of your imagination...
I've started to write a blog here about fourteen times in the last month, and every time I click 'Add Entry' this overwhelming feeling comes over me that I won't be able to do it justice because my brain is focused on about forty-seven different things and so, I quit before I even start.
In case you were wondering what actually happened to me... High School Marching Band and Colorguard ATE MY SOUL. No lie.
In addition to t
The reason for the poll is that there seems to be a sexual orientation thing happening with my daughter's new group of teammates. There is H, who is a lesbian. There is D, a guy, who is bi, but seems to exhibit typically female tendencies like shaving his legs, having long hair with bangs and then wearing it up in a ponytail like girls tend to. Then she said another girl told them she was bi, and now a freshman, M, has said she's bi, too, and when I walked in there last Friday she was all cuddle
but I'm not sure if it would actually get better so I guess I'm going to remind myself that it's just stuff...
So, I was literally all over Earth yesterday trying to get ready for this birthday party we're having on Sunday, which, on a side note, I'd like to take this time to bitch about people who don't RSVP, f**king DO IT people, it's hard to know how much stuff to buy... ANYWAY, I bought a pinata, I went to the party store to buy candy and stuff for some games we'll play, I went to this p
So, after much panicking and mayhem and nonsense, Rich and I have come to the same conclusion we had previously been at... Annemarie is NOT ready to have a boyfriend. Now that it's all settled, I feel MUCH better. Thank you to Jeff, Steve, Gregg, and Tony for calming me down while I was temporarilly out of my mind. I love you guys!
Speaking of Gregg... he put his two week notice in at work yesterday and I'm pouting. He's already been instructed that he BETTER come visit me and supply me with
There has been craziness afoot this past week in my life and there is so much to tell... grab your popcorn and settle in. This is like when your mom told you that you better go before you leave the house cause it's gonna be a long ride.
In no specific order:
Annemarie came home from her first day of band camp with a gift. Tradition, she says, for the seniors to give the freshman a gift. A notepad and pen to mark where she is supposed to be in each set on the field, a chapstick, a band ai
What happens when my kids are grown and off living their adult lives and no one really needs me anymore? This is something that has been worrying the little corners of my mind for a long while. I am usually too busy to think about it, or wallow, if you will. The lake of self-pity seems pretty deep lately. I'm an overachiever like that. If I'm going to do something, I do it right. I don't mess around with little twinges, I dive in, and so far I've managed not to drown.
Rich took the kids cam
Some people use clocks, others the sun, some get really crazy and ask someone else, but not me... 9:30 pm, rain or shine, Disneyland fireworks are lighting up the sky over my house and so at least once a day, I always know what time it is.
Anyway.
I've been listening to The Cab a lot recently. I can't really bring myself to listen to Panic at the Disco just yet. I know, I clearly have issues. Again, anyway. So the singer from The Cab is also the songwriter, and that translates to writin
I think that I'm ready for this week to be over. That okay with everyone?
A run down, if you will...
Panic At the Disco lost two members this week. Ryan (guitar) and Jon (bass) and they are off to try and pursue their own creative goals or something like that. Good for them, I guess, but it's really sad to me for a lot of reasons. Anyway, Brendon and Spencer, the remaining members appear to be working their asses off while dealing with all this before going on tour in a couple weeks with
Answers here I come...
So for the past few weeks I've been feeling different/not great after I eat and since diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, etc. all runs in my family, I decided I better go to the doctore for the first time in... since Matty was born. I told her my symptoms, I said family history, and she sent me directly to the lab for a whole bunch of tests and said to make an appointment for the following week to have a physical and discuss the results.
That was today.
Twice something like this has happened, and I'm really starting to wonder when recycling started to require this much organization by the masses. The first time I went with Rich and the kids, and we probably had about seven trash bags full of cans and bottles and there was some crazy line of people waiting to use the self-service machines. Additionally, there is a guy working there who will weigh large amounts of stuff that you separate into big trash cans. Well the first time, we used the machi
I became the mother of a freshman in high school. HOLY f**kING SHIT.
Also, she invited a boy over today. Seriously.
I'm plotting against her in a cute way, and I'm actually really excited. Have to wait till Sunday for the payoff though, and I'm not so good at the waiting thing.
Once upon a time...
I told this guy at work, Daniel, that I write gay romance and that I think he's adorable and I'd love to write him someday. He told me he writes poetry. I gave him the link to my site.
First off, since I publicly dragged it all out here, or at least my side of it, my feelings anyway, there were never 'sides', I want to say that I'm sorry I did that. It was probably unfair in some ways and it should have been between you and me... I just didn't know what else to do. I had to get it out there, out from inside me, and I don't know if it helped, but I certainly am much happier now. Anyway, when I see you, I'll probably call you an asshole and then hug you and never let go, so fair
I'm not sure where this is going, and I'll admit that from the beginning. Fair warning.
I guess I just want to know if we're ever gonna be okay. Is that too much to ask? I remind myself that I'm not the center of the universe, let alone yours, and that maybe you need some time to figure stuff out, but a lot of times, it doesn't feel like that's what is happening at all. It feels more like you're just trying to see who cares enough to make the cut or maybe to prove something to yourself, I'm
Wednesday, May 13th-
Rushed around all morning, picked up Rich from work, and drove to LAX to see Jeff who was on a 9 hour layover on his way to Australia. I haven't seen him in almost a year, which is WAY too long, so it was awesome to just get to hug him and laugh and hug him and talk and hug him and talk about porn and hug him and make jokes that make Rich uncomfortable and hug him. We browsed Borders and ran into a bear...
We headed back to LAX to drop him off and ran into Mariah Car
The other night at dinner, Annemarie was telling us about this show she had seen on TV earlier... The Top 15 Hollywood Tragedies. There was Christopher Reeves who fell while riding a horse and became a quadraplegic, and Bernie Mac who smoked cigars every day for years and died after catching pnuemonia, and Heath Ledger who overdosed, and Kurt Cobain who killed himself, to list a few. She thought it was all very sad, but I stopped her and said that there is a difference between tragedy and stupid
I went to buy some new pants for work, and normally I buy Dickies cause they're pretty heavy duty, sturdy, and I liked that when I was doing more than just standing there and looking cute while flirting with firemen as I sell them groceries and overlooking the old guy that won't stop calling me Toots. Anyway, I decided I might like something a little nicer and made for a girl, since I am one, and I have these hips and everything. So, since they closed Mervyns down a couple months back, I decide
A - Age: 31... for 58 more days.
B- Bed size: California King, after all, we live in California and I have a big husband.
C - Chore you hate: Hmm, I guess it's a toss up between cleaning the bathroom, yard work, and washing dishes.
D - Dogs or cats: 2 Kitties.
E - Essential start your day item: Toothbrush.
F - Favorite color: Green.
G - Gold or Silver: Silver.
H - Height: 5'4" as of recently.
I - Instrument played: I don't play anything, sadly... I'm a groupie, an
I had to return my car to the dealer today... our lease was up and since Rich isn' t working, they wouldn't finance us to buy it. In turn, we got a new (to us) car, a HUGE car payment each month, and completely screwed over with a 23.5% interest rate... awesome.
I read this today and was pleased to see something that wasn't about their hair styles, or some gay/emo bullshit, in case anyone's interested. Pop.nography Also, in that article is a link to another article which I found interesting
I'd like to think it's as simple as root beer floats, but the truth is, it's not.
I started at my new store two weeks ago and have managed to make a few friendly faces smile in my direction. Still no one to hug, though. There's a cute, quiet guy who works mostly nights and I have to work to make him talk, which might be half the fun, but he's smart and curious and witty and intrigues me. Another cute kid who has a cool tattoo and had a HUGE hicky on his neck yesterday that I was having far
I recently took a bunch of pictures, and was sent a few others, so I decided to share.
This is the sunset at Huntington Beach last Friday night, where I cut my foot on some broken piece of ceramic some other considerate beach-goer left in the sand.
These are the going away flowers I got from my pals at my old store on my last day of work.
This is Tony's eye the day after Lacrosse Injury #342...
This is a picture of Donavon and his family.
This is something I saw tha
I'm eating pretzels, in case you were wondering...
For anyone besides David who is interested, my friend's son was moved to a Children's Hospital about two and a half hours away from where they live and they are working with him to get his speech improved and said he can go home when he can walk in his own. I saw my friend today when I was delivering her two daughters to her that we had picked up at the airport, and she said his arm and leg still aren't working and that you have to coax him
So, updates to the updates...
Old neighbor guy called us last night at 1:30am because he needed help... he had an accident cause he couldn't get up and get to the bathroom. We went over and helped him up and to the bathroom and then Rich helped him into clean pants and then I remade his makeshift bed in his recliner chair and put his other stuff in the washer and then we put him back to bed. I convinced him he should go to the hospital and we were going to take him today, but then his fair-
This entry is being made from my laptop that has pretty much made a full recovery, thanks to the AMAZING work done by Rich I didn't lose ANYTHING!! And... he got to reformat it like he's been nagging me to do...
I started at my new (old) store yesterday. It's okay, I remember a few faces, and they remember me (after 8 years). The store director is... okay. One girl I worked with at the last store said, "He's a different kind of bird," and almost everyone that asked, when I told then his nam
