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  1. viv
    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 warning...
     
    Last night we had to go to a parent meeting for the band/colorguard at the high school since my daughter made the colorguard for next year. This is both exciting and excrutiating, in addition to horrifying. I'm excited for her because I went to this high school, and I marched in this program in the colorguard and we were awesome, and I know the experiece is amazing, and the friendships you build last for years and years, and it's a good way to have a support system in place when you start high school. It's also fun tormenting Rich since he went to a rival high school and we have been talking shit to each other about it, but if we move, she'll be so disappointed and I really don't want to take that from her. Additionally, there all these mini MEN there making obvious pay-attention-to-me ploys at my beautiful 13 year old daughter and so I decided she can't date ANYONE unless Rich is dating them also. Seems fair, right?
     
    In other news, at work this morning I watched a girl the same age as my daughter get caught by my boss trying to steal $1.50 worth of donuts on her way to Jr. High. I'm still not sure how it became okay to be 13 and on your way to school and stealing from a store. So they called the police and her parents and her school to say she was going to be a little late as she was being detained to wait for the police. Over an hour later, the police show up, but no parent and I'm thinking things like... no wonder this kid is doing stuff like this. Turns out though, that she texted her friend and said 'someone is gonna call you right now, so pretend you're my mom'. So when the police finally figured that out and got a hold of her mom, then we wait for the mom to drive all the way over from some other city. Anyway, she was PISSED! My boss came back in from outside looking like she couldn't believe this mom and said she was swearing at the kid like crazy, etc. A little excessive for a $1.50? Maybe... but it's a problem in our store, what with two schools being right nearby and so I think she wanted to make an example of her. She kept telling the girl to go back to school and tell everyone that if they come in and steal, this is what is going to happen.
     
    So, I got a phone call a few nights back from a guy who spent nearly every day and night at the hospital with me for two weeks when someone I loved like a mom was dying. This was five years ago now, and we rarely talk anymore, so I was surprised to hear from him. For the record, it's never a good sign when someone calls you out of the blue and then asks you if you're sitting down... Seems that after she died, he kept in touch with her son and that this guy's wife had called to tell him that the son was in the hospital in the psych ward on suicide watch. Why? Because, he's been molesting his two daughters, 15 and 12. He's supposed to be this good guy, a veteran, a shriner, a mason... he's not even denying it. She's not supposed to have any contact with him, as advised by the social worker, so it won't look like she knew and allowed it to happen or that she condones his behavior. I know people who have been sexually abused and molested by family members... I know how it affects a person for a lifetime. That said, I can't also imagine being able to deal with the man you love, who has been your husband for twenty years, trying to take his life, and then not being able to see him... but these are your KIDS!
     
    So my Matty was in a play at school about character, basically about the different pillars of character (qualities) they try to teach the kids. Originally he was supposed to just be in the chorus, but at the last minute a kid who had a major role moved away, and then so they replaced that kid with the kid that was playing the witch, which meant they had to replace the witch... which they did, with Matty! Now, fair warning, I could be biased and a beaming proud mom... or I could be evaluating the situation fairly, but Matty was AWESOME! This script had a lot of adult type humor that I'm pretty sure was lost on most 7 year olds, and so most of the kids sounded pretty monotone when it came to the delivery of the punch line... but Matty 'gets it' and was so good, emphasis in all the right places, etc. He also had to learn a whole song and sing it in front of everyone! So, I'm a proud Mama... deal with it.
     
    I've been a little sick, some pressure in my ears, and a little sniffle here, a runny nose there, an occasional fever... I don't feel too bad, just tired and not my chipper self. I hope this sickness decides to flee my body with a quickness.
     
    What else? Oh! Ronnie outed me as a porn writer on facebook, and since I update my facebook status via my Twitter, some crazy porn dude is now following my Twitter. There seem to be Twitter stalkers like that. Like when I tweeted that I got a new car, a car Twitter started following me, and when I tweeted about my fortune one night after chinese food, a fortune cookie Twitter is following me. Somehow when I tweet about Brendon and Ryan and the PATD boys or Patrick and Pete and Fallout Boy, they manage not to follow me... *pouts*
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  2. viv
    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 really not sure, but either way I flail back and forth over pushing and making the effort or just letting you have your space and silence and hoping you'll remember... everything. Trying to be patient. It's like some crazy cross between 'If you love something, set it free, and if it comes back to you, then it's yours' and 'If it hurts me, then it's not healthy for me to be involved'. It's possible that it could be neither and you're just trying to find out what being on your own feels like and who you are when no one is standing there next to you, and that's cool... mostly. It's also possible that the fallout from things spreads further than anyone can imagine. Maybe I'm putting the blame for this on someone/something it isn't, maybe it's just me and my uncertain future, but it doesn't seem that way. Then again, what seems right lately? I've been wrong before. I don't even know anymore...
     
    That's not true. I do know some things. I know that when we're talking, I smile, and you smile. We laugh and we are so in tune that it's scary. We're happy, maybe not about everything, but for those few minutes anyway. I know what goes on in your head, and maybe that scares you, or maybe you appreciate it. Double edged sword. I know that this sucks and hurts, and maybe I'm a casualty of war, or maybe I'm a part of what you're fighting so hard to beat. I know that irrationality has taken hold once or twice and I even understand why, but that doesn't fix anything and it doesn't make me feel any better... what about you? It's times like this I want to say 'if you think I'm gonna sit by and watch you f**k this up and throw away something amazing, then you're so wrong' but then I remember that I don't get to decide for you and that short of showing up on your doorstep, I'm not sure I can sell it. I'm not sure I should even have to after everything.
     
    There was a time I wouldn't even have to wonder. Now I sit around answering questions from people about you like your secretary, when the truth is, I don't even really know. I know that pisses you off, too. Maybe that's a part of what you're trying to fix, but I'm not sure how that's my responsibility or if I should be claiming any for that happening in the first place. I'm not even sure how I feel anymore, and for me, that's dizzying since usually I'm transparent to anyone who looks at me, let alone myself. Angry, sad, disappointed, frustrated, worried, lonely, selfish, proud, hopeful, glad, scared, apologetic, distanced, blurry maybe... like I'm holding back.
     
    I'm definitely holding back. Since when do I do that?
     
    Since when do you?
     
    It's stifling and it's a waste in this already too short life we live. I think we both know a little about wasting time and opportunities. Or a lot. I'm glad that you're getting to do a lot of the things you have put off for so long, and I hope you feel accomplished, but I wouldn't know. Maybe it loses some of the glory in the day to day grind, but when you look at the big picture, so much has been done already. I won't take any credit for that, you did it all, and I'm happy I got to watch, even if it's been from a distance lately. Really, I just want you happy. Is it wrong to want me happy, too? Or to want you there?
     
    I want you there. I want you to want to be there.
     
    It's not a side effect of the cocaine. I am thinking it must be love...
  3. viv
    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 Carey being papparazied... LAME! When I got home, I did laundry and passed out.
     
    Thursday, May 14th-
     
    Drove Rich to work and then came home and packed for our trip and did more laundry and rushed around some more and then picked up the kids early from school, picked Rich up from work, drove through a McDonalds and hit the 5 heading north. Stopped in Valencia for a bathroom and some Jamba Juice. Saw a lame billboard in Bakersfield. Rich paid for some Big Daddy Beef Stick in Fresno while we watched some dude get arrested. Got to Tony's house and picked him up and went and had thai food at his favorite place in town, Sam's Cafe. We went grocery shopping for Yosemite, met up with my other brother, Jeff, and his wife, Maria. Packed a cooler and drove to the Yosemite Rustic Bug Lodge...
     
    Friday, May 15th-
     
    Got up early, showered, fed the kids. Made 14 sandwiches and packed a cooler. Made the kids shower, dunked them in sunscreen and then realized we have no cell service and so it would be impossible to tell Tony and his friends where to meet us at the Bug Lodge so we stood out on the road and waited for them to drive by so we could flag them down. Here is a picture of that:

     
    We hiked around Yosemite and got attacked by bugs so we stopped for bug repellent at the Village Store. Dunked everyone in that and then saw some waterfalls. Had some lunch, fed a chipmunk a piece of crust and then Aaron yelled at me. Got on a bus to Vernal Falls where we hiked up 1.5 miles. Jeff said it was a pretty flat hike... compared to the Grand Canyon! Tony and Annemarie and Tony's friends took off while the rest of us stayed at the 'we're not 20 years old anymore' pace. We kept asking Matty if he needed a break and he would say, "Yeah, can we rest a minute?" and we would all say, "OKAY!" (thank goodness) Yosemite Pictures What goes up, must come down again... 1.5 miles. We drove to Glacier Point Lookout and saw what we had just seen all day, but from the top and it was BEAUTIFUL! Drove back to the Bug Lodge, made dinner for 11 people, got the kids showered, took a shower and didn't move until the net morning.
     
    Saturday, May 16th-
     
    Got up early, showered, packed, got the kids dressed and fed and in the car. Drove back to Merced for Tony's graduation. Got to his house and met up with my sister and her boyfriend. Got to meet Tony's best friend, Mike (who is awesome, I'll explain later). Got our parking passes and tickets and drove to the community college. Got on the shuttle busses and rode over to the University. Went and found some food, saw the snipers on the roof top.

    Went through security and the metal detectors, twice. Michelle Obama agreed to be the key-note speaker at the graduation after receiving this video
    and over 900 Valentine cards and letters from the students, so that's why there was all the extra craziness. They made me apply the sunscreen to Matthew or I couldn't bring it in with me. We found our seats and applied MORE sunscreen.
    Matthew was close to being delerious in the heat so Rich took him to sit under a tree in the shade.
    It was SO hot... like I'm from California, and I know hot... and this was HOT!
     
    This is her speech... Part One Part Two Part Three Part three is the best in my opinion, but it was a good speech.
     
    Met Tony's girlfriend, Jolie, who prior to this point, I had only spoken to in an emergency type manner after Lacrosse injuries. We went to dinner at BJ's Brewery in Fresno where Tony admitted he had been lying to us all, and was, in fact, going to law school in Sacramento at the University of the Pacific. CONGRATULATIONS!!
     
    Sunday, May 17th-
     
    Woke up in another strange bed, got a massage that my body was VERY appreciative of after the hiking in Yosemite. I can't remember now if I am or am not supposed to tell you that I had sex on our 16 year anniversary in a hotel bathroom, bent over the counter cause our kids were in the next room... Took a shower, went to eat, brought Tony and his girlfriend some burgers, and then packed up all his stuff so he could move home for the summer. While we were working on that, Matthew was playing pool with Tony's friend, Mike, for $1. This guy was... amamzing. Matthew had SUCH a great time and Mike kept missing on purppose or telling Matty to take another shot cause that one didn't count. He was setting the balls up so Matty could make it in over and over again till it actually happened. In the end, when Matty 'won' and Mike told him to take the $1, then Matty tried to give him a chance to win it back! So he had to lose some more... it was pretty awesome to watch.
     
    I drove my car with Matty and a bunch of Tony's stuff in it while Rich drove Tony's truck with the furniture in it, and Tony rode his motorcycle 300 miles home in 106 degree heat. Arrived home at 8pm where a bunch of 20 year old boys showed up to help unpack everything and I got the the kids ready for bed before passing out myself.
     
    Wednesday, May 20th-
     
    STILL doing laundry...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  4. viv

    victim or volunteer?

    By viv,

    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 stupidity. Christopher Reeves... TRAGEDY! Heath Ledger... STUPIDITY. Kurt Cobain... STUPIDITY!
     
    It's a matter of circumstance, I suppose. Did something happen to you, or did you do it to yourself? I absolutely think that we are fortunate to have been able to have been touched by the talents those people had, and been able to relate to them on some personal level. One of them contributed to great things that have been integral to the existence of someone I know and love a lot. That said, when the person comes to their outcome by their own making and own decision, are they a victim, or a volunteer? When you choose to contribute to your own demise...
     
    So, of course I stopped her and explained tragedy vs. stupidity. I suggested that if she want to see some real tragedy, she should look at the kids who were killed at Columbine High School, or Matthew Shepard.
     
    "Who is Matthew Shepard?"
     
    Look it up...
     
    So, she did. And after many questions and comments and a fair amount of outrage, she asked me the following question.
     
    "Mom, who do you admire?"
     
    I was really surprised that I couldn't think of anyone. I started to wonder if that's because people really just suck that much, or is it because I'm too self-centered? After some discussion and devil's advocate play with Other Steve, I decided that I admire qualities in people, and tend to overlook the person as a whole. No one is perfect, and maybe I just accept everyone for who they are, flaws and all. I suppose if I sat here and thought about it, I could come up with some typical names, like Martin Luther King or the person who invented glasses or the doctor who first figured out how to transplant organs... but honestly, I still can't think of anyone I know. Have known...
     
    Pondering, still...
    Viv
  5. viv

    ABC's of me

    By viv,

    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, and I was in colorguard.
     
    J - Job title: Sucker? No, I guess currently I'm a checker.
     
    K - Kid(s): 2 - One of each.
     
    L - Loud or quiet: If I have to choose one, I guess I'd say loud, but in my family, I may be the quiet one...
     
    M - Mom's name: Kathryn.
     
    N - Nicknames: Viv, Vivvy, Vee, Mom, Mommy, Momma, MOM!!!!!!, on occasion, and although I do not support it, V-Dawg, Babe, Honey, Sweetie, Sunshine, Beautiful, one customer at work insists on calling me Toots
     
    O - Overnight hospital stay: Been there, done that. Would like not to return again for another.
     
    P - Pet Peeve: Stupid, and by that I mean people who choose to be uninformed or know something is a REALLY bad idea/choice and do it anyway, people.
     
    Q - Quote from a movie: Gosh... how does one choose here? From Marley and Me: "Loyalty. Courage. Devotion. Simplicity. Joy. And the things that did not matter too. A dog has no use for fancy cars or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A water-logged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illliterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. How many times in your life do you meet someone that makes you feel extraordinary?"
     
    R - Right or left handed: Right, unless I'm feeling ambidextrous cause my right hand is otherwise occupied.
     
    S - Siblings: 3
     
    T - Time you wake up: Today? 8:57 am.
     
    U- Underwear: Under where? Yes, small.
     
    V - Vegetable you dislike: Cooked spinach usually, and those little baby corn...
     
    W - Ways you run late: I try not to, but traffic usually.
     
    X - X-rays you've had: Teeth, I believe that's it.
     
    Y - Yummy food you make: Uhh, everything I make is yummy. It's the rules...
     
    Z - Zoo favorite: Giraffes, and any marine animals.
     
    Anybody else care to play along?
     
    Love,
    Me
  6. viv
    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 as well, if anyone is really devoted to my recommendations.
     
    Also, welcome home to the PATD boys who were in South Africa for some shows and crazy safari/mountain climbing, and we can't forget Brendon Urie turning 22... Happy Birthday!
     
    So, in other news, it seems that half of my bestest friends have managed to disappear, which pretty much sucks, in case you were wondering.
     
    I've made a couple friends at work, told off inappropriate, annoying guy for gay bashing type behavior, and used my influence to get the new toolish manager to stop being a dickhead to all the kids there. My 12 year anniversary there is next Tuesday... whee.
     
    The kids are on spring break this week, and amazingly it's been quiet and uneventful, aside from the buying a new car bit.
     
    I've been twittering, Twitter in case anyone is interested... don't anyone stalk me please. I know cute boys that are crazy karate black belts and I'm not afraid to use them.
     
    So, my sister-in-law brought over Wild Tigers I Have Known for me to watch. Anyone seen it? Trailer It has an interesting message, I wonder if anyone got it... The boy that plays Logan is beautiful. As much as I pretend that I can, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to understand what it's like.
     
    According to the Urban Dictionary, I'm an awesome kisser... can't say I disagree, but it's nice to see it in print, you know?
     
    Anyway, that's all. Have a great trip in Slovakia, Toby!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. I miss you.
  7. viv
    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 too much fun teasing. The token gay guy that I manage to spot right away and now we giggle and talk about cute customers together. There's a kid who everyone says is so quiet, but one of the first nights I closed, he was there with me, and I got him talking and now he never shuts up, which I love. There's a high school guy who was doing this thing where he uses as few words as possible and speaks quietly, and when I finally got him talking, I noticed he had an accent so I asked him where he was from and he said England. My theory is he didn't like that he sounded different from all the other kids, but I'm a snazzy grown-up and I think it's cool, so now he's talk-talk-talking. There's a girl who only works weekends and is like a flashback in time for me. She's a senior and beautiful and smart and in all AP classes and wants to be a marine biologist and it was like seeing myself 15 years ago. There's also a guy who's making sexually inappropriate comments to me, to the point of making me uncomfortable, which if you know me means what he's saying is beyond ridiculous, and if he does it again, I will be giving his 18 year old cocky ass a lesson on the definition of sexual harassment.
     
    We're doing this Earth Day thing, trying to help preserve the Earth by creating less trash in the form of plastic bags by getting people to buy and use these reusable grocery bags so, as with every thing like this we do all year, we sell root beer floats to customers for $1 (the price of the bag) and they get a (free) bag to use. I bought 6 bags the other day when I was shopping after work, and the manager says I can have 6 root beer floats... but what am I gonna do with 6 root beer floats, so I told the girl to give them to everyone working the front end that afternoon.
     
    So, I know I just got two new bosses two weeks ago when I came to this store, but as of today, I have two new bosses... again. Seems they cleaned out this store and brought us all in new. Probably a good thing, so we'll see what happens.
     
    I was off last Friday, and we decided to go to the movies and see Adventureland. We went to my store to get some snacks and drinks to illegally smuggle into the movie and then went next door to have pizza for dinner. We drove to the theater, bought tickets, and stood in a far shorter line than all those people waiting to see The Fast and the Furious part 342... While we're waiting, my daughter points out that this movie is rated R (because everytime we think a movie is inappropriate for her to see, for whatever reason, and she's arguing, we say it's rated R, so no) and so I say, "Well, I guess you two will just have to wait out here then," and the woman in line behind us was all ::raises eyebrow:: and says, "UHH?" and I look over like ::rolls eyes:: "Totally kidding." Like if I'm gonna leave my kids in the lobby of the movie theater for two hours... PLEASE!
     
    We get inside the theater, sit down, are watching the previews, and then my son throws up EVERYWHERE! So I'm like OH SHIT! and we get up and go out of the theater, and I tell the guy working that I'm SO sorry, but my son threw up in there and he asks if the movie had started yet and we say the previews have and he sorta shrugs and says we can get our money back if we need to leave. Matty is covered in barf :wacko: and I take him to the bathroom to wash his hands, feet, flip-flops, etc... and I have him sitting on the counter washing his feet, and I notice a boy at the sink washing his hands... and then a man walks past and OH MY GOD, I'M IN THE MEN'S ROOM!! So, I'm like... "C'mon, Matty, we have to go to the other bathroom and he says, "But I'm not a woman..." and I say, "Well, I'm not a man!" It was a rough night...
     
    Dave called me one minute before I had to clock in yesterday at work, so I couldn't really talk to him so he said he'd phone me today... Hopefully he's all moved in and has Chris with him.
     
    So I've been talking to this beautiful German guy I know, and the other night we were talking, and Rich was sitting next to me and sneezed so I said, "Gesundheit," as I always have since that's what my mom taught me, at the same time he says, "Bless you," and then we look at each other and laugh at the irony of me using German and him using English.It was pretty humorous.
     
    OH MY f**kING GOD! So, Tony calls me the other day from some cabin where he and his friends are off snowboarding and tells me this: Aunt M and Uncle D just called me to see if I got out okay, and I was like what are you talking about? So they tell me that like 2 weeks ago someone called them from Ontario, Canada saying they were me and that I was in Ontario on a vacation, and that I had been drinking and got into a car accident and I needed $3900 to give the guy I hit. I'm so embarassed, please don't tell the family, etc. so they wire me the money and then the next day I called back and said I needed $4100 more to give him. So, $8000 later, he's finding out that someone is walking around with his name and a picture ID and the name and phone number of our aunt and uncle and $8000 of their money.
     
    My questions are as follows: How did they not know it was him?! And really, sending all that money without calling me first, even if he asked them not to? Here in the USA when you use MoneyGram, you have to give the person picking up the money a reference number... did they call him to give him one, and at what number? Also here in the USA, if you are purchasing money orders for more than $1000 or receiving monies exceeding $1000 there is a whole other form you have to fill out with your social security nuumber on it for the government because people launder money that way, so did that happen at the Wal Mart he picked this money up from? Do they have this guy on camera? License plate numbers? Who do we call in Canada? The Mounties? UNf**kINGBELIEVABLE!
     
    Anyway, that's about it for now... Oh! I forgot! I'm all proud of myself cause I made myself a Twitter and then linked it to my facebook and can now update my Twitter with tweets from my cell that, in turn, update my facebook!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. Day 5...
  8. viv

    Another satisfied lady...

    By viv,

    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 to use small words. The hospital has a tutor there for him, and he's not really able to concentrate on trivial things like his ABCs because he's focused on walking again. This apparently bothered the tutor enough that she told a doctor who then decided to diagnose Donavon as ADHD and called my friend to get her to okay him starting Donavon on Ritalin... f**k THAT, just saying. Otherwise, he's improving every day and anxious to go home, but still has a long way to go and a surgery to undergo, as well. Thanks to everyone who has been following the story and thinking good thoughts and hoping for his recovery and praying.
     
    It's week number two at my new store... there is a LOT of bitterness and upset people around, which I get. I mean these people were their friends, and then they got laid off or demoted, and here we come in and take their spots. It's some form of loyalty, just as my friends did for me in my store when I got screwed over in a HUGE way. That said, I sort of have it a little easier than the other new people because I worked there before and I remember some of the people and they remember me. The rude book keeper was nice to me the other day when she founf out I can do books since they demoted one of her back ups...
     
    The best part of pretzels is definitely the salt...
     
    Went and bought Annemarie a new swimsuit tonight after having to explain why she will not be wearing a tiny bikini and then taking her to see a cute two-piece that has a halter top type thing and a bottom. She liked it so we bought it, everyone's happy and Rich doesn't have to kill anyone checking out his 13 year old cause she looks about 16 and flaunting her goodies all over the place! Two birds, one stone... my work here is done.
     
    Today is the one year anniversary of the release of Pretty Odd by Panic at the Disco. Just want to say thank you to the boys for endless hours of unwaivering entertainment.
     
    Tony is here for spring break, his eye looks MUCH better now after a week. I think we're going to the beach tomorrow for some volleyball/bonfire/fun/sun. I heard some story today about how he found himself in a very awkward 'Meet the Parents' scenario with a girl he was 'seeing' but told from the beginning that he didn't want anything serious with because he wasn't sure where he'd end up for law school.
     
    Rich's brother is still here and still being a total jackass. Rich is VERY close to asking him to leave... that'll be fun.
     
    Davey messaged to tell me he found a house!! He said it's soooooooooooo pretty inside and has some snazzy shower with like 30 shower heads or some business that made Rich groan in envy. I'm glad he found a place he likes! It was beginning to look like he might not find a place at all.
     
    Rich decided to sell his Bus!!! GASP! So if anyone is interested in a '76 VW Bus with a new engine and a new transmission... FIND ME!
     
    I'll close with an explanation of the title...
     
    Yesterday when I left for work, Rich and Matty walked me to the car, as they usually do, and Rich kissed me goodbye. I got in the car and as I'm driving away he looks at Rich and says, "Another satisfied lady," complete with innuedo he doesn't even remotely understand. Thank you Disney Channel...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    P.S. Luc- Wherever you are, I hope you're doing okay, and I feel for you, in a way that only people like you and I, and a few others can ever understand. If I can do anything, let me know
  9. viv
    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 name, made some face so... I guess we'll see. It's only about five minutes shorter on the commute, but it's ridiculous in there cause they have no help! Today was my second day, and my day off, and at 7:30am they were calling me to see if I would come in and work. Also, the book keeper is RUDE, but I managed to give her a taste of her own medicine today, so that was fun.
     
    Bette was here visiting and that was nice. She put a seatbelt on in Nancy's car! I found out that she doesn't like pizza!!! WTF!? Anyway, she's gone now, but it was fun seeing her, if not a bit exhausting. That's not her fault though, I've been so stressed out about so many other things lately... I'm always exhausted... which leads to being sad, I guess.
     
    Some crazy psycho person from a subsidiary of our mortgage company left a notice on our front door Saturday morning at 2 am... right after they called us saying that our house would be sold on April 2nd, due to default and non-payment. So I calmly peeled it off the front door and stuck it to my bedroom door and went to work so that when Rich woke up and it wasn't 5:30 am, he could call them and find out wtf is going on. Well, he did and the loan company said we were current (which I knew we were, hence the non-panic) and to disregard the notice. So then he calls the number on the notice and it turns out that this company with the crazy psycho notice hanger, is a part of our mortgage company!! So he called yesterday and talked to someone who said that someone else didn't do something they were supposed to (obviously) and so he would clear it all up and fix it.
     
    Rich's brother showed up... and is pissing me off! He called a few weeks back to tell us that his longtime girlfriend was on drugs and he hadn't seen her in 2 weeks, and that he was being evicted and had to put his dog to sleep, the girlfirend's mom has their two kids, and he needs someplace to go. Apparently my house is the only place he has left... so he travels from Washington on a Greyhound bus and then it begins... He called to say he was going to arrive Sunday morning at 7 am... but then he got on the wrong bus, and so he wants us to pick him up in LA on Saturday night 10pm. Well, Rich says he can't, he has plans, and I can't cause his plans involve him having my car, so I end up calling their sister who agrees to pick him up so he won't have to wait in LA for the 4-hour layover and then ride the next bus to Anaheim. So they get here around 11:30ish. We go to bed, and in the morning I'm up getting ready for work when he comes into the bathroom to ask me if I can drive him to the hospital...
     
    So, of course, I ask why he needs to go to the hospital, and he tells me it's because he's going through withdrawls and is hoping that the doctor will give him something to make it easier. I take him as far as I can without deterring my route to work, and make him walk the rest of the way, and then I get home and he has his prescriptions sitting in my living room where my kids can get them. So, I move them and tell him he can't leave that stuff around like that. Rich sat him down and told him that we're upset because I had made it VERY clear that no one, on any drugs, could come here. So after talking to him, Rich decided to give him a week to detox and see if he is making an effort in finding a job. Then he used a lighter we have for a BBQ/stove and left it where the kids could get it and not where he got it from. THEN... Rich had washed some laundry and he took our clothes out of the washer and left them on top of our dryer, WET, so he could wash his stuff in the middle of the night! His bags are STILL in my living room... instead of in the guest room... and I'm pissed, but I think I said that already.
     
    On top of all that, it seems I'm either overbearing or overshadowing or overreacting or some other something in some form of excessiveness.
     
    On my last day at my old store (that I was at for 6 years) I got some really pretty flowers that are currently sitting on my nightstand and Zoey is enjoying sniffing them repeatedly, a cake, and a card that said, "Loving you is easy... missing you is hard." I concur... I applied for a snazzy corporate job, I'm not holding my breath, but we'll see if I get it.
     
    On to a totally personal and inappropriate public survey if you'll all overlook that... I'll explain by way of a story.
     
    I was telling Rich a while back that it is my belief that a large majority of men have tasted their own... stuff. He disagreed vehemently. A couple weeks later, he was listening to Howard Stern and they have some straight guy on who does gay porn because he makes like... WAY more money doing that than straight porn, and then somehow it came up in conversation that he had tasted his own... stuff. Of course, Rich was like and tells me all about this interview he heard, mostly to discuss how a straight guy could do gay porn, and then of far less importance, the tasting issue. Anyway, long story short... if you feel like answering or have an opinion one way or the ther about the typical behavior of ALL guys, feel free to share.
     
    Trying to stay sane, happy, and be patient all at the same time...
    Viv
     
    PS. My opinion on the straight guy doing gay porn is... millions of people can't be wrong... and if he is doing porn anyway, why not make the most out of it? Also, we like boys
  10. viv
    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-weather family showed up and took him instead.
     
    Tony called me tonight while I was at work. Apparently he got hit in the eye HARD at lacrosse practice and is now sitting in the ER waiting to be looked at, likely with another lacrosse related concussion, and hopefully no other major damage to his eye or brain. I'm waiting to hear from him or the girl that is currently there with him about what the doctor says after he gets seen. I want to rush over there, but that would be ineffective seeing as how it's a 5 hour drive to him.
     
    Matty told me some interesting information he learned at school the other day... A female coral snake sometimes doesn't want to mate with the male, and so instead, EATS him. The male coral snake lets the female know he's interested in mating by flicking his tongue against her body... Oh, and James said that in France, they kiss by sticking their tongues in the other person's mouth, ewww, right?! And apparently he asked Rich if it's okay to have more than one girlfriend at a time if they don't know about each other... James has 24! Guess who Matty needs to not be spending playground time with anymore?
     
    EWW!!! WALNUTS IN MY OATMEAL RAISIN COOKIES! SO WRONG! :wacko:
     
    Rich's brother has an interview at a restaurant where he used to work last time he was here, next Tuesday.
     
    I have a day off tomorrow, and then I have to go to my old store on Friday to pick up my paycheck and my sweater that I left there and so I'll have lunch with some of my pals...
     
    I talked to Davey today who hurt his arm, can't find anywhere to live, and is having internet withdrawls because he has to go to the next town over to the post office or something to get it! Have I mentioned how much I love talking to him, more, listening to him talk and how 'I love you' with a Scottish accent does wonders for my mood?
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  11. viv

    Umm... holy f**king shit!

    By viv,

    I just got home from work where I was transferred to a new store, starting Monday, because there were lay-offs in my district and so now they need to move us around to make sure they have the help they need. It's a store I worked at about 8 years ago, right when I was first pregnant with Matty and it's closer to home...
     
    Then Rich picked me up from work and told me that while I was away, somehow, Matty managed to knock my laptop onto the floor and then a soda spilled on top of it... Apparently it still works, but he shut it off and took out the battery and wants to clean it all out. Also, evidently, the super expensive 5-year extended warranty I paid for only covers mechanical defects...
     
    Old neighbor guy fell... again.
     
    Bette is visiting, but she's sick and making me drive... and won't wear her god damn seatbelt in MY car...
     
    UGH!
     
    Viv
  12. viv

    I need a favor...

    By viv,

    ... a break, an answer, a nap, a hug, and in return, I'd like to offer some perspective.
     
    My friend, Alysia, called me on Saturday while I was hanging out with Steve, and she doesn't normally call me unless something is up, what with how busy she is being the mom of four kids, and the PTA president, etc., so I answer and she tells me that her son, Donavon, had a stroke. He's six, so just a little over a year younger than Matty, and that he's in the hospital. She says he can't move his limbs on his right side, can't talk, can't swallow, and so he has a feeding tube in his throat. He recognizes his mom and dad when they are there, but when the neurologist is holding up random pictures and asking him to choose the ball or the cat, he can't. He has a blood clot in his brain, which they don't want to operate on for fear he bleeds to death or becomes brain damaged permanently. He has another in his chest that they have to remove because if it becomes dislodged, it will find its way into his lungs, and he will die.
     
    She asked me to pray for him, and I'm not much of the praying kind, but I'll hope for the best and think good thoughts, maybe even wish on a star. I was telling this guy at work about it, since he had asked me why I seemed so down, and he asked me, "What's his name? I want to say a prayer for him." I guess if anyone else out there is the praying kind, I'd appreciate it, and if you're not, maybe we can wish on the same star... better odds that way, maybe. Anyway, thank you, Skylar, for being genuine and giving for Donavon.
     
    The latest update on his condition is that he has been moved to his own room, he still has no right arm movement, but his right leg is getting some better. He is making sounds and learning again how to eat, starting with Jello, but is still on the feeding tube until he can manage enough progress to nourish himself regularly. He started physical therapy, which she says he loves, and that he looks much better. The neurologist thinks he may be able to go home by Friday. My hope is that as the drug they are giving him to break up and thin out the clot in his brain has a chance to work, that his motor skills and speech will return, even if he has to relearn things.
     
    It's things like this that really make you remember what's important in life, and that time is not something that has an unlimited supply for anyone. No matter what problems or worries I have, they are nowhere near as bad as this, and it makes me very thankful for the health of the people I love and the life I get to lead with the people I love in it. So, thank you to everyone who has touched me in some way, and to those who continually return the friendship, respect, and love I have with you.
     
    My boss fired four people over the weekend. One for calling her a rude bitch behind her back, two for having a cake frosting fight in the bakery, and one for falsifying his time. Quite possibly, they all deserved it... they did not, however, deserve her unprofessional behavior today when she told all of us exactly what happened so we could be sure to clear up whatever rumors are going around about it/her. I guess it's every person for themselves at work, which sucks cause things work much better when we're a cohesive unit and playing for the same team.
     
    Davey left for his new home/store on Friday. He spent the weekend with his Mum and Dad, and I haven't heard from him yet, so I hope he's doing okay and adjusting well. I'm sure he will, it's not the first time he's been through this, but it's always trying. Maybe I'll call him tomorrow or the next day and check up on my favorite Scottish Sweetie
     
    This has been on repeat for 5 days now...
     
    So, a question, if you'll humor me... What do you do when someone tells you to do something you can't, be someone you aren't?
     
    In closing, I'll leave you with this story: The other evening, Annemarie and Matty were in her room watching TV and he was playing with his new black Spiderman toy and making some sound repeatedly like Spiderman was hitting something. Annemarie says, "Stop... Stooooooooooooooooop... STOP!... MATTHEW!!!" So, I call Matty in here and say, "What's going on, pal?" He says distractedly, "Nothing, I'm just playing with my black Spiderman, like this," (demonstrates sound). So I reply, "Okay, but I think Annemarie asked you to stop that..." and he says, "Well, she doesn't have to be so assertive with me!" I'll tell you that I had SUCH a hard time not laughing out loud at that. It was like... Oh wow, my son is so smart and cute, but, oh! NO! FOCUS!!! No trying to use your smarts and cuteness to get out of this! And then Annemarie says, "You don't even know what assertive means..." and I said, "Matty, what does asssertive mean?" He said, "It means not nice and very aggressive,"... for the win!
     
    So, anyone have an answer?
    Viv
     
    Rich is reading over my shoulder and said, "Isn't that Spidah-bruthuh?"
  13. viv

    I REALLY need a pen...

    By viv,

    So you have no idea what I've been putting up with lately... Things like:
     
    What kinda noise annoys an oyster? A noisy noise annoys an oyster.
     
    Is a lonely buffalo a buffalone?
     
    What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup? Anyone can roast beef, but no one can pee soup.
     
    So we went out to dinner tonight. We're waiting at the hostess stand to be seated and they ask how many and Rich says four. They ask one kids menu? Two? And my daughter says, "I'm taller than my mother." The three of them look at me like 'what does that mean'? So I say, "One, please."
     
    So we're eating and Annemarie is going on again, as she has been now for a terrifying few days, about Taylor Lautner. He's this kid that was in the Twilight movie. In case you don't know what he looks like... here's a picture for your consideration. Taylor Lautner He's so sexy, so hot, OMG have you seen his abs?! When she first started all this talk, I had no idea who this kid was, and when we were in the store and she was asking for the J-14 magazine with him in it, I took a peek... He reminds me of some animal, I can't pinpoint which exactly, but weird, anyway. So Rich told her that the kid looks like a monkey, and she was horribly offended on his behalf.
     
    So during dinner she says again, "OMG have you SEEN his abs?!" And Rich tells her that the pictures are airbrushed, and again she's horrified at the idea and says, "You're just jealous cause you don't have abs." So he replies, "I have abs! They're just covered by a layer of fat..." and while she's trying to figure that out, he says, "Gimme a half hour and I can have abs like that, too."
     
    "Nuh uh, Dad. He's been a black belt in karate since he was 7!" We roll our eyes at her and she's not backing down, so Rich says, "Yeah, well, he still looks like a monkey." So she says, "No, you know who looks like a monkey?" We wait expectantly...
     
    *cough* YOU *cough*
     
    So Rich says, "Hmmmm..." and I say, "Have you seen his abs?!"
     
    Then Matty says, "Can we tell 'Your Mama Jokes'? and I say they can if they go like 'Your mama is so pretty' or 'Your mama is so smart' so he says, "Oh... well how about 'Your Great-Grandma Jokes'?"
     
    Okay fine... His friend, Arturo, told him this one today... thank you, Arturo
     
    Your Great-Grandma is so fat that she sat on the toilet and it said, "ABCDEFG, get your fat butt offa me". :wacko:
     
    So I downloaded the new Fallout Boy album, admittedly, because Brendon Urie (quite possibly the prettiest boy ever) is featured on a song, but I'm totally liking it, so BONUS! Also, I recently saw this video they were in for Gym Class Heroes for the song "Clothes Off" which was a song when I was a kid, and they're wearing LARGE animal suits, bears, dogs, and what I believe might be an otter. Anyway, it's really quite amusing to see Ryan Ross in an otter suit freaking another dude
     
    Rich had an interview today! YAY! I got his portfolio all fixed up for him, picked out his clothes... he NEEDS some shoes... good thing I know a thing or three about shoe shopping
     
    A naked boy just walked through my bedroom wrapped in a towel, winking at me and smooching in my direction...
     
    OH! So the other day my favorite fireman was in the store shopping, and miraculously, I wasn't leading a tour or cheering with a bunch of 8 year olds. And... he talked to me! Giggle. This is SO teenage girl... just saying. We have these monitors at the checkstands that play 'Checkout TV' for the customers while they wait in line, and one of the speakers on one of them was making this awful static noise and I had looked at it and couldn't find a way to shut it off. So I was walking past him that day, and he said to me that it sounded like that thing was going to blow up, and I agreed and said I had looked for a way to shut it off, but there doesn't seem to be one, so he tells me to call him when it happens, and I say that I will, but since they are there all the time anyway...
     
    Annemarie just walked in screaming that her belt broke! It was a white one with star cut-outs and star studs on it and so Rich said, "Time to go on a diet?" and she was all 'Oh NO he didn't' status and said, "You know what, Monkey?!" so I iterject, "Have you seen his abs?!" and Rich says, "I have an ab," and she points out that the greedy kid has eight!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. David, I REALLY had a lot of fun talking to you the other day! Hope you're not lurking again!
  14. viv

    Out of the mouths of babes...

    By viv,

    I just got home from work, which was... work. And then we grocery shopped, as if I don't spend enough time in that place already, and now I have to give them back my paycheck, too! Greedy bastards!
     
    Anyway, I helped Rich and the kids carry all the bags in, and then I went to change out of my work clothes, and Rich followed me in to change out of jeans and into some shorts, and had asked Matty to close the door on his way out. Then a minute later he walks back in, without knocking, and so I say, "Aren't we supposed to knock on closed doors before we open them?" He says yes and then says, "I'll give you some private time..." and is locking my bedroom door on his way out. I find this entertaining since we don't call it private time or make a big deal of scheduling 'private time' while the kids are here and awake and we need to be using the lock on our bedroom door, so where he came up with that phrase is anyone's guess... Probably TV...
     
    Anyway, so he says, "I'll give you some private time..." and Rich is like "All right!!" (Is there a pervy smilie on here?) So I'm doing some mix between rolling my eyes and laughing and he's trying to tell me we should be taking advantage of this opportunity, but then he opens the door to go out to the living room, and Matty says, "You're done already?!" and so of course, I'm hysterical cause Rich has this pained-ego face happening and says, "Now, see?!"
     
    It was beyond funny, especially since Matty has no idea what he's implying...
     
    I have a play date with my Sweetie tomorrow The two of us need some quality time together... cause I sort of REALLY miss him like crazy. Lately it seems like we're both busy at the only time the other is available And now he has all this moving/work drama happening and that's :wacko:
     
    Anyway, I just wanted to share the silliness!
    Viv
  15. viv

    So I went with Plan A...

    By viv,

    I suppose that makes sense since, typically, I'm not a big fan of Plan B on. Does that make me picky? Always wanting to have my way? Yes? Oh well
     
    So I sent her to school Tuesday with instructions, that if her teacher tries to give her detention for not bringing candy for the whole class, that she should say that I want her to call me. I asked her when I picked her up after school what happened, and she said nothing... the teacher didn't even mention it. So one of three things happened... 1) She forgot that she was unnecessarilly picking on my child 2) She really is senile and can't remember or 3) She reads my blog and knows better than to mess with me!
     
    I was on my way to work this morning when I get a text from my boss. Turns out the regional Safety Manager for our area was in our store assessing our progress on our assessment So her text said: What is the Safety Topic for the month? Teddie is here. Amazingly, I was able to hold back my original thought, which was, why don't you f**king know? We sit in the same meetings and it's YOUR store! But I gave in and told her, even if Steve's first instinct of 'sucks to be her' was more synonomous with my feelings. She called me a lifesaver when I walked in... that makes one of us. I should have said, "No, I'm just a checker."
     
    So, question... Bear with me a second.
     
    I went to buy some bras the other day... It's REALLY frustrating/annoying that when you have boobs my size that you can't find anything cute or that fits well. Rich talked me out of not getting a couple at Target since we were going to the mall next, so I gave in and went to Victoria's Secret. So it seems they only carry two styles in my size, and they aren't even remotely cute first of all, and they're $48 each! So, I try them on cause I'm not paying $48 for something I don't even know will fit right, and they don't fit any better than the ones from Target for $12.
     
    So my question is this: for those of you who wear boxer briefs, or some smaller and more constricting version of underwear... do you have as much drama finding underwear you like if you find yourself on the larger side of what you plan to be putting in said underwear, or is it just us women with a huge rack that have to suffer?
     
    So Rich keeps talking about reformatting his computer, and my old one that the kids both shun cause they say it's too slow and wants me to let him reformat my laptop and while he's at it, switch me back to Windows XP from Vista. So, I'll admit that my reaction anytime he ever wants to do anything to my computer is NO!!!!!!!! ALL MY STUFF! So that knee-jerk reaction aside, any opinions on the matter? I sort of freak when it comes to technological change... not because I can't learn again or the little changes are too much for my brain to handle, but because I hate not being able to navigate my own stuff easily. He says there really isn't a difference other than the way it looks... anyway, HELP!
     
    We watched Zack and Miri Make a Porno the other night, and Rich can't stop conveniently suggesting I give him a dutch rudder. We watched Vicky Christina Barcelona... It was okay.
     
    Day off tomorrow!!!!!! **Does a happy dance**
    Hugs,
    Viv
  16. viv
    Sorry, guys, I'm on sappy love movie number two of the day, and that's not counting Fanboys we saw earlier, too, which, by the way, was pretty good, if anyone was curious.
     
    So, I have a question for you...
     
    My daughter came home from school today all upset because... Well, at her school, the kids can buy these candy gram things to send to their friends. She got two from her friends and didn't really like the candy it came with, so she gave the candies to two of her classmates. Now, as I understand it, the teacher said they could talk the last few minutes of class while the girl passed out the candy grams so it's not like she was disrupting the class or impeding some other student's ability to be learning. Anyway, her teacher saw her giving the candies away and told her that if she doesn't have enough for the whole class, then she shouldn't be giving any out, so she is to bring candy for the whole class on Tuesday. So, she told her teacher that she didn't think her parents would do that, and that we probably can't afford it, and the teacher said that if she didn't bring it, she could have detention instead. So, Rich tells her that we'll buy her a bag of M&Ms or something just in case. And, of course, I'm like f**k THAT!
     
    So now I'm entertaining a couple of options...
     
    A) Send her with nothing but instructions, if the teacher tries to give you detention, you tell her that you are unable to accept it, and she needs to call your mom.
     
    Write a letter to the principal explaining how much I don't appreciate one of his staff embarassing and disrespecting my daughter in front of her whole class and maybe even asking for a public apology.
     
    C) Go out on Sunday and buy all the markdown Valentine's cards I can find and fill them all out and then drop them off on Tuesday morning to the principal's office with a letter saying how we spent all our time over the weekend filling these out, and we may not get to eat next week because of all the money I spent on the cards for the 1357 students in her school, and had to call in sick so we could finish all the cards in time, but it was all worth it so that no child would feel left out. Further, since this teacher thinks it to be such an important matter, I'm sure she'd love to volunteer to make sure each student receives his or her Valentine card in a timely manner. (My favorite option, so far)
     
    So... what do you guys think? Also, if you have an alternate suggestion, I'd love to hear it. On a side note, this woman was my Spanish teacher in the same school 19/20 years ago, and this is not the first run-in we have had with her this year. I won the last one, and I plan to win this one as well, cause while I support not hurting anyone's feelings and making sure everyone is included, I'm NOT okay with anyone making my daughter feel bad for sharing or for the fact that, currently, we aren't rolling in the bucks cause the state of California is bankrupt.
     
    So, what else? OH! Work has gotten BEYOND ridiculous. At this point, 9 people have been transferred out and replaced times two by people from the other store they closed in the city, including one of my best pals, Garren. His last day was last Sunday and I'm proud to say I made it to my car after saying goodbye to him before I started crying. Had to sit there for 10 minutes before I calmed down enough to try and drive home, and almost had to pull over twice... but I made it. He is one of the best people I know and I REALLY miss him So now my store is crawling with all these new, strange people like bugs, and you KNOW how I feel about bugs!
     
    I'm not sure more than a few people care, but in case anyone besides Steve, Other Steve,Toby, and recently, Patrick care, I've been working on Underneath This Big Ol' Sky again. I have about six pages done now. I can't promise when it will be done, but hopefully soon.
     
    Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Put your 'C' symbols on for Comicality and let's all celebrate together! COME AND GET ME LOVE!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  17. viv
    So it's been an eventful week.
     
    We got approved for our loan modification, I'm two weeks away from getting my substantial raise, one of my very best friends from work got transferred, someone gossiped to me and I acted like a total girl about it, but then I came to my senses (thank you Chris) and we're fine. There was more drama at work, and it wasn't about me, I got volunteered to do the monthly newsletter for in-store communication, and we did 'Go RED' Friday.
     
    It's been raining for two days straight (I know, but I'm Californian) and I'm tired of having to paddle my car down the street to work, not to mention what it does to my hair. Also, along with rain, tends to come cold, and I'm a fan of the warmth myself.
     
    Last night I went to meet Steve and hang out. It was sort of a family night, but it was cool, and also cold. We had dinner and watched some likely inebriated diner being escorted out of the restaurant and then off the property by the police for allegedly groping a waitress. Then we went to the movies and saw 'He's Just Not That Into You'. I'll admit I was worried by the choice, but also, I'm really glad we saw it and also, I LOVED it. It's exactly the type of thing I love, the inter-personal relationships between people. Friends, lovers, sisters, families, exes. It's learning who you are and what you want, and compromising, and standing up for yourself, and fighting for what you want, need. It's knowing when to stop, it's being true to yourself, it''s realizing that your actions have a profound effect on others and that means that you have a responsiblility that goes along with that. At the end though, was the message that I wave around all the time and still stand by and believe. Some people might say I'm overly optimistic, or not being realistic, or that I open myself up too much, that I'm inviting pain, but I still say it's all worth it.
     
    Hope...
     
    Obviously I'm not saying that hoping for something makes it happen. What I am saying is that if you are convinced you won't ever get it, or it won't ever happen for you, it won't. I'm saying don't count yourself out of something you want, need, because it might not be easy or likely or typical. It all comes down to hope...
     
    Anyway, I'll leave you with this thing I did on Facebook... Feel free to leave 25 facts about you as a comment. It's pretty fun and interesting to see what people find intereting enough to tell other people about themselves.
     
    25 Facts About Me
    1. My parents didn't name me, their Buddhist priest? did.
     
    2. I'm an orphan, have been for 11 years now.
     
    3. I've been (the same) someone's significant other longer than I haven't been.
     
    4. I definitely have oral fixation issues, but I try to use it for good and not evil.
     
    5. I did every grade and graduated high school when I was 16.
     
    6. I fall in love with everyone just a little.
     
    7. If you let me, I'll know you better than you know yourself.
     
    8. When I dream, I don't remember anything when I wake up... unless it's a sex dream.
     
    9. I write gay romantic fiction because I love boys, especially when they're not being 'boys'.
     
    9. I'll admit, I have a favorite fireman that comes into my work, but for some reason he only shows up when I'm touring 30 2nd graders around on the Healthy Eaters Tour and we're doing the 'Eat 5 to Stay Alive' cheer and then he always looks at me like he can't decide if he's amused or feels sorry for me.
     
    10. I had the same Spanish teacher as my kid brother and my daughter.
     
    11. I have a child who looks nothing like me, but loves me more than anything.
     
    12. I love to dance, but no one will dance with me so I end up being that girl that's just sort of bouncing around slightly hoping someone will get the hint... but it never happens.
     
    13. I don't like coffee, or tea, and only on rare ocassions will I drink hot chocolate.
     
    14. I was a Girl Scout and a Girl Scout Leader.
     
    15. I SUCK AT MATH! Well, that's only partly true... I do just fine until you start adding letters in there, then you can forget it.
     
    16. People have a hard time finding something to use to tease me about so they typically default to my height, or lack thereof.
     
    17. Recently, people I know have been selling me out! Like on Christmas, when my sister-in-law told Rich that I was just trying to show her a picture of this cute (possibly the prettiest boy around) guy and he was all hmmmmmmm.
     
    18. I'm the sex answers and advice guru to everyone I know, and I think it's cool, even if it does get me into some weird situations/conversations.
     
    19. I still say awesome and rad.
     
    20. The last concert I went to was Bon Jovi and Extreme more than half my lifetime ago.
     
    21. I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up, so I don't. Maybe in another 11 years when my kids are grown, I'll take my turn.
     
    22. For being as opposite as we are in almost everything, Rich is my best friend and I love him like you have no idea.
     
    23. I think one of the best things about our relationship is that we got to grow up together, and I LOVE seeing him become the man I know he is.
     
    24. I'm really good at schmoozing with people, but I secretly hate it, cause it's fake. I hate fake.
     
    25. I wear the same size shoes and bra that I did in the 8th grade. I'm also the same height as I was in the 8th grade. I don't wear the aqua green eyeliner anymore though.
     
    **Ammendment**
    Rich was measuring the kids the other day and they wanted him to measure me, too, and it seems number 25 is false! Apparently sometime in the past few years, I've grown 1 1/4 inches... leaving me a towering 5'4 1/4"
     
    HUGS!!
    Viv
  19. viv
    Matty keeps pulling my bookmark out of my book cause it has this ribbon hanging off the edge and then my page gets lost...
     
    MORE work drama...
     
    Sometimes I feel like I may be one of the few remaining people with a soul and morals and such left in this often f**ked up world.
     
    Rich told me some shit about PETA petitioning to change the name of 'fish' to 'sea-cat' so people would be less inclined to eat them, and in turn petitioning to have the name of 'cats' changed to 'land-fish' so people would be more inclined to eat them??
     
    I missed Obama's speech cause I was busy getting publicly f**ked over at work, but I youtubed it and I was really impressed and when my emotions aren't a total whirlwind wreck I'll watch it again and be proud and inspired and hopeful.
     
    Also I'm jealous of a life-sized stuffed bear in a store in Germany, if you can believe that.
     
    My head hurts cause I'm STILL sick with this sinus whateverthef**kitis I have.
     
    Oh! And I got my Christmas present and card from Dhruv... It's really beautiful! Now I have to think of something special to use it for... I'm open to suggestions if anyone has one.
     
    Rich is bringing me frozen yogurt with strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries... we like that, and Rich
     
    Oh, so, these two girls I knew back in high school and then haven't seen or talked to in the past 14 years added me on facebook and so we did the whole 'How the hell are you? What have you been up to the last decade?" thing... and it's safe to say that I have the hottest husband of all the chicks I knew in high school. It's not the first time I've thought it, but this time I mentioned it to Rich and he was all, "You HAVE to say that" and I was all, "No, THEY do... i CAN" Also it's weird how all us girls look the same 15 years later and all the boys look totally different now that they've finished that whole puberty to manhood business.
     
    Here's to sustaining hope, tangible dreams, truth in love, trust... it seems.
    Viv
  20. viv
    So I'm sitting here watching the food network cause I'm too lazy to actually look for something else I'd be more interested in watching and I like to cook so only half paying attention to it seems acceptable to me. Anyway, I'm watching this woman, in this awful outfit and wondering why she would ever agree to wear it and who on her staff is responsible for this decision when she says she's doing this outdoor cooking segment at an Oktoberfest/Germanfest thing and I went ahh, I see. So then, I'm watching her doctor up two cans of store bought baked beans and wondering how she claims this is cooking, but then they flash the title of the show on the way to commercial break and it's Semi-homemade with Sandra Lee and I went AHA! It's all becoming clear to me now.
     
    In other news... and it's not good news so don't go getting all excited or anything, but... I have a sore throat
     
    Had to pause mid-blog cause rich brought me orange wedges But I've washed and flossed and we're good to go here.
     
    Last night we watched Made of Honor with the Dr. McDreamy Steamy guy... It was basically My Best friend's Wedding with the roles reversed and set in Scotland. It was pretty good, but the guy playing the groom, Kevin McKidd, who I saw in Rome and liked very much, had this Scottish accent since his character was to be from Scotland, and the whole time I was saying how awful it was... doesn't sound at all like my Davey! I was so appalled that I looked it up after the movie... turns out he's from Elgin, Scotland
     
    And on to the quote of the day... I was talking to a friend earlier and we were talking about celebrating and I said, "If by celebrating you mean you and I going out for margaritas, I'm there! Or martinis... I'm easy as long as it's fruity." He deemed it his new favorite quote!
     
    So I had to read 63 pages in to get to the first kiss in the book I'm reading... and by page 120 there's only been two more. What's wrong with these straight romance couples anyway?
     
    Rich was telling me earlier that he saw this story on Yahoo about this girl who had sent over 14,000 text messages in one month over the winter break and out of curiosity, because I text A LOT, I looked up last month's bill to see how many I had used, and it was 2,092. Apparently the dad of this girl did some math and found out that she would have to have sent a text every two minutes for all the hours she was awake for a whole month... talk about being commited to the cause, right?
     
    Well, I'm off to be whiny at Rich and see if I can get him to go get us some dinner so I don't have to cook with my sore throat... I know, I know... you don't actually cook with your throat, sore or not.
     
    And, as I received from another pal earlier - ::non-contagious hugs::
    Viv
  21. viv
    So Matty went to an all boys sleepover for his cousin's 7th birthday party and Rich thought it would be nice if we took Annemarie to do something since it was just the three of us without her "annoying little brother", so we took her to see Marley and Me since she'd been asking to see it for a while. We had breakfast (at lunch time) before hand and she tells me how I'm gonna cry cause Marley dies and of course I ask why we're going to see this movie then? Is it like a contest? Who can make Viv cry the most? I mean sheesh people! Must I remind you what happened when we saw My Dog Skip?!
     
    But we go... and I cry... A LOT! Like fifteen minutes, easy. Wet face, wet neck, wet shirt, ugh. AND! During the scene where Marley dies and everyone who has at least a tiny portion of a soul is sniffling, this awful man in the row behind us leans over to his wife, and in that really LOUD, obnoxious whisper, he says to her, "And THAT is why we're never getting a dog." UGH.
     
    But after that, I went and saw my little guy and snuggled him and then went to see Steve We ate, we desserted, we malled, we bookstored, we movied, we kittied, we beveraged, we did 'pick-you-up-and-spin-you-around-hugs' (me picking him up, not the other way around) and then I went back to get my little guy, my big guy, my teenager, and a partridge in a pear tree.
     
    Major bullshit drama going on at work still... whee!
     
    I like peaches... just saying.
     
    Davey gets home today!! He stopped in to say hi to me one day a couple weeks back and asked me if I had some sort of Dave-withdrawl patch on... and I said no
     
    So, I was talkig to T-ben today and he reminded me of some awesome music with awesome lyrics I haven't been listening to lately, and so on my way to work I switched CDs and found them again and also hearing a lot of other good songs I miss.
     
    Oh at least we know that if we die... we lived with passion, they said we'd burn so bright...
     
    I'm here to say that you're the star you wanna be, just open up and look inside and you will see. Someday you'll sing it out loud, someday it'll make you proud...
     
    Anyway, in Marley and Me, there was this awesome narration at the end: Loyalty. Courage. Devotion. Simplicity. Joy. And the things that did not matter too. A dog has no use for fancy cars or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A water-logged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illliterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. How many times in your life do you meet someone that makes you feel extraordinary?
     
    Who have you made feel extraordinary today?
    Viv
  22. viv
    So we're back on the P90X... my body is sore and I want to smack the dude already, but... it works so I'll do it. Rich just said I smell like a fruit roll-up (after exercising for over an hour)... Fruit roll-ups are yummy. We love Rich!
     
    So I found myself in this weird, slightly frustrating conversation at work today with the weird, clingy, slightly creepy girl I work with. Her position was this: She doesn't believe in addiction. Period. She thinks that we are all in control of our lives, choices, actions, and so anyone who has a bad habit, bad behavior, bad situation, such as using drugs, being overweight, being an alcoholic, biting their nails, smoking, is in that position because they're weak.
     
    My position is this: It is very hard for me to understand someone being addicted to something/some action because I am pretty much a control freak. I can't imagine ever doing anything to impair my own judgement so much that I lose that control, nor letting some substance have any control over me, but I am fully aware that not everyone is like me and I respect and understand that.
     
    She said she doesn't believe in depression or using depression as an excuse to overeat, drink, smoke, use drugs, etc. It was about then I told her she was full of shit, but she likes to argue. I ended up walking out on her cause my break was over, but I don't know. There are plenty of things I think people do out of weakness, but I still respect the fact that it is their choice to do whatever it is. When it comes to harming yourself somehow, and I include things like using drugs, drinking in excess, and repeatedly overeating here, I think that it's important to try and heal so you can live in a healthy way. Thoughts?
     
    Anyway, aside from that, I learned again today, that my boss is a selfish, shitty type person and that makes me pretty sad. Furthermore, I'm someone who has always refused to play the 'corporate game' and so being nice to someone I find shitty is something I refuse to do so now it turns into me being civil, but not friendly, because I have to be, and then that turns into her f**king me over like typically happens. On the plus side, I'll likely only be there another six months so, whatever, right?
     
    I got a text from Rich today while I was at work that said "Your son just said douche bag" so I sent back "WTF is going on over there?!" and he blamed Youtube. So, on my lunch break I called, and the story goes like this... They were in the kitchen and Rich was getting him some lunch, and he tells Matty to get a juice bag from the refrigerator if he wants one and Matty says, "Did you say douche bag?" and Rich says, "Did you just say douche bag?" and Matty says, "You said it" and Rich says, "Don't say that, it's not nice" and Matty says, "But you said it."
     
    So, lemme see, I've seen more movies this week, and overall I was pretty entertained/impressed. I saw Seven Pounds with the guys, and then we saw Role Models which was BEYOND HYSTERICAL, and then I saw Eagle Eye with Rich and Pineapple Express which was also really funny. I may try that duct tape and hold a guy hostage with a cactus maneuver someday
     
    Hugs and kisses,
    Viv
  23. viv

    Rich held a big erection!

    By viv,

    Alright so I got nominated to write this blog because 1) It's been for-f**king-ever since I've blogged and 2) Of the four of us, I was the one who actually has a blog and internet that is easily accessible, so here goes...
     
    So Mike is here visiting! After many first time activities on his part, snowboarding and Christmas in Vegas, and then some awful sounding tour given in Korean and his mom trying to set him up with a 'nice Korean girl' (who happened to be 15 years old) he finally made it to us (aside from a few detours I managed to slip in pre-Sunday) because I'm devious like that
     
    I picked up Mike and had breakfast with him on Christmas Eve (pre Vegas flight) and then managed to surprise Steve on Friday night with Mike (which I was VERY proud of) and we picked up Mike and drove out to get Steve. When we got there, we all get out of the car to go up to the door, but Mike is worried about who might answer the door and wants to surprise Steve so I'm standing there with Rich behind me and Steve opens the door expecting to see Mike and instead sees us and is like but then Mike pops out from around the corner and it was all very cute. We went to dinner at my favorite restaurant and introduced Mike to handlebar-moustache waiter guy so every time he walked by, Mike was bursting out laughing. After dinner, we went to a movie, Seven Pounds, but I cried and then they were all uhhhh
     
    So Sunday night Steve and I went to pick Mike up and we came back here to my house for a bit to play with the GINORMOUS T-Rex skeletal model that Steve got Matty for Christmas. It was rather amusing to me to watch Rich and Steve trying to put together this 'toy' that said 6+ on the box and having trouble and Matty telling Steve to 'just bang it on the table'.
     
    Yesterday we went to Disneyland. Steve said to call and wake him up to make sure they get up, so that phone call went like this: Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring...
    Steve: TOO EARLY!!
    Me:
    Steve: Hello?
    Me: Morning...
    Steve: Mmhmm...
    Me: So I'll see you in an hour.
    Steve: Okay, bye.
    Me: Bye.
     
    So Rich and I get there to pick them up at 7:15 am cause we have to meet my sister by the 'L' Mike is making scowly faces and apparently there was some pillow fighting involved in waking him up, but eventually he was far less grumpy at us and looking like he was having fun. He totally sold out Steve who told him my sister was my twin SO WRONG, just saying... So we get tickets and we get there and the lines aren't bad at all really. Steve, Rich, and I all go to Disneyland quite often so we keep asking Mike what he wants to do/see/ride, but as it always is when I'm with a group of boys, I get shrugs all around and have to decide myself.
     
    We ride some rides, Mike is saying the only way I can make it up to him for getting him out of bed so early is to ride a ride I previously said I wouldn't ride and I'm hmmmmmmmming about that. We go on my favorite ride, and on the way off that ride, we get stopped by some Disneyland Cast Member saying that we won!!! No balloons or confetti, but we do have these snazzy dream fastpasses for you, so that was cool. It was REALLY busy by then so waiting less time in line is always cool. If you're a frequent reader of my blog, you know I don't do down (on rollercoasters, anyway) and so Steve, Mike, and Rich are laughing at me each time we end up going down and I'm saying 'OH MY GOD!!' but then we end up on Space Mountain, and mid-ride I emphatically say 'OH MY GOD!!!' again and I can hear Steve and Mike laughing at me from the seat in front of me.
     
    We finally get hungry and go to Downtown Disney to the ESPN Zone and get these RIDICULOUSLY HUGE AND YUMMY hamburgers and then head back into the park to go on some more rides. Steve keeps reminding us to use our sac(k) to store our belongings so we don't lose them mid-rollercoaster ride. We saw a big dude in a tiny shirt, some woman in Prada glasses, a Lacoste backpack, and a Gucci bag cut in line in front of us, and Mike wants to ride the big Mark Twain ship. I tell him (from the comedian a few of us saw in San Francisco) that 'you can't boat if you don't hold big erections'. So Mike and Steve are like... no problema and Rich asks if his own counts, and I'm pouting cause here we are again with me having penis envy... no big erection for me But then Rich says he'll share, cause he's always a giver like that Mike wants to know if he can push someone overboard and I'm saying NO!! but then we decide that if we see multi-label, line-cutter lady, she's going over. Mike says this boat reminds him of Titanic, and I say that if it sinks, he better be sharing his wood and he tells me in no uncertain terms that if I ever try to climb on his wood, he's pushing me off! Non-sharer of his wood!
     
    So at one point, the three of them try to gang up on me and actually make a decision that we'll go on this ride I totally hate and don't want to go on. So I'm looking at them all like... nice, just sell me out for your ammusment. So I say FINE! but if we go on this ride, there will be some activities that you all have to participate in that you might not like! So Mike asks what activities? Well, I know Rich and Steve well enough to know that dancing is a terrifying no-no so I say there WILL be a club, and there WILL be dancing, and there WILL be 3:15ing and by this time the two of them are like and saying No, No!! So, I won
     
    Rich bought the esteemed macaroon cookie he's been wanting for MONTHS, and then we left so Steve could buy some soap for his sister and then we went to The Block and had Jamba Juice. Mike and I danced cheeks to cheeks and then we saw Role Models which was beyond hysterical. I'm still not sure what to say about the Bagel Dog lady... :wacko:
     
    Anyway, so I'm sitting here in bed eating oatmeal raisin butterscotch cookies and cold pepperoni pizza for breakfast, but I'm off to shower. Hope everyone had a great Christmas!
     
    Toby, Joey, Ronnie, and Jason - Thanks for the cards! T-bear... I wish the best for you... I hope you can let the past be the past, learn from it, and embrace the future that waits for you. It's yours to make into whatever you want it to be. I love you lots!
     
    Davey - You're such a great man I'm sorry you're STILL away from home, but I know that the people you're helping are so much better off because you're there. Love you, Sweetie.
     
    Lastly, I'm doing my very best not to freak out, but I would really appreciate it if at the end of all this, I don't have to put you all back together again because someone took advantage of the amazing human being you are...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  24. viv
    ... because I am a resident of California, this is for you.
     
    For the record, I voted NO on Prop 8... as if that needed to be cleared up. Furthermore, I'm REALLY f**kING DISAPPOINTED that a little over half of the people that live in this state still find it acceptable to take, that's right, I said TAKE away the rights of another human being.
     
    Discrimination... bigotry... selfishness... arrogance... ignorance... naivety... hate...
     
    You know, I am so against these things that my brain can't even process it... It's like short circuiting as I try to figure out how this happened. I would NEVER presume to think that I get to decide what's right for someone else or that I should even get to have some input. What is wrong with people? Seriously. And then to use children... the same children that are forever the victims of our mistakes, as a reason... disgusting. I'm literally ashamed to be grouped in with these people.
     
    I apologize, I thought California and its people were better than this.
     
    Also, Rich has decided that we're doing this crazy P90X workout program where we don't say 'can't' and instead say we're 'presently struggling with' but mostly I'm just telling the guy to f**K off. I know I'm not in the best shape, but I'm pretty buff and able to be active, and this guy is introducing me to muscles I didn't know I had...
     
    Also, Tony broke up with Danielle... As far as I can tell, it was a panic maneuver... we'll see what happens. I really liked her, and he does, too, but he got scared and a case of 'grass is greener' syndrome, as far as I can tell.
     
    My new boss started on Monday and so far, so good. She's nice and smart and seems like a good person, a mom of two girls, and a lot like me and already I've helped her out enough times that I think she's suitably impressed.
     
    A HUGE CONGRATULATIONS to Comicality for having a book in print!!! Awesome!
     
    Gonna go see my Luvuh tomorrow and get pink with him
     
    My daughter got grounded for screaming, "Where did you f**king put it?!" outside and Rich heard her inside and was all OH HELL NO!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. I'm presently struggling with the idea that I'm surrounded by people who feel like their rights and beliefs are more important than the rights and beliefs of other human beings.
  25. viv
    My life has been pretty weird these past few weeks... almost nothing is as it should be, it seems.
     
    Davey is away for work again and it was like and eternity till I got to talk to him (a week and a half maybe) but when I did, it was perfect! There's just something about talking to him that makes me feel better, like everything will be okay, and he understands everything i'm feeling without me even having to say it... it's like he knows me or something Anyway, he should be home in less than a week so yay for that!
     
    Rich got laid off on Monday night for 'economic reasons'. Translation: his boss is a shady, dishonest person who has zero business sense and is now in some major trouble. Assuming Rich can find another job soonish, this will likely be a blessing in disguise. He lloved the work he was doing, but he hated the owner and the company and the way things ran so... I fixed up his resume and it's looking all snazzy, but if anyone has need for a good graphic artist in Southern California... let me know, yeah?
     
    Jeff is away for 5 days with his boys in tiny pants... but it's weird. He's spending substantially less time talking to me lately in favor of something/someone else, which is cool as long as he's happy, but I miss him. These people are huge parts of my life, you know?
     
    I told my job that I can work more since Rich got laid off, lucky me Yay for adulthood, right? Speaking of, the people I work with should try acting like the adults they are.
     
    OH! So the other night on my break, I wanted to go to Jambe Juice, and this guy I work with, Al, was going on his break at the same time so I offered to drive him to get something to eat since I was going, and so after we stopped at Carl's Jr. for him, we headed over to Jamba Juice. Al had told me on the way that he has a friend, Jake, that works there and that he needs to punch him in the weiner. Of course, I was sorta like but I think 'boys' and we go. I asked Al why all the weiner punching, and he said that Jake had broken up with his friend, and that was the rules. When we get there though, Jake is there working. We walk in the door and this is how it went down...
     
    Al: (dramatic pause) ... Hello Jake.
    Jake: ALBERT!!
    Al: I'm here to punch you in the weiner.
    Jake: *comes around from behind the counter* (To which, I'm thinking, if someone was there to punch you in the weiner, having a counter in between you two would be a useful thing) *Hugs Al* Where have you been?
    Al: Working.
    *I order, they talk about mutual friends and while Jake is mixing our drinks, I turn around and ask Al who it is Jake broke up with cause he's like got 'gay' written all over him, and Al says his neighbor, and I say no Al, I want a name! And Al says Alyssa, and I say hmmmm.*
    Al: I'm here to punch you in the weiner.
    Jake: So what time do you get off, Al?
    *I'm wondering at what point Jake is either going to acknowledge Al's statements or end up hiding or hurt*
    Jake gives us our drinks.
    Al: See you later... Jake
     
    So when we get back to the car I'm like "Al! What happened?!" And he says, "I couldn't do it! He threw me off with the hug!" Anyway, the next day when I walked in to work, Al was there and said to me, "The deed has been done, twice."
     
     
    Ah look who showed up! Seems my angel knows me too!
     
    Anyway, Tony is coming home this weekend, so yay!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. Oh yeah... To those... people who were standing on the corner near my store yesterday with their big, yellow YES on PROP 8 signs and screaming at traffic... Did I miss the part where you get to decide what's right for everyone else? Civil rights, what? Seriously... when I see shit like that, I try to remind myself that each person is allowed to believe and think what they want, but it just makes me sad and disappointed in humanity. Progress already, will you? Besides, we're like a mile from Long Beach... really? LAME!
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