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  1. viv
    I guess that means that I have SO MUCH going on in my head right now that I can't even begin to try and figure out how to get it out, and into here, so all that's coming out is blalalallalalah. Fair warning i guess...
     
    So lemme see...
     
    Anthology submission finished, and on time! GASP I'm afraid I have good news and bad news about that... which do you want first? (I always say bad, if it matters, so I guess we'll go that route.) Bad news: This STILL isn't the end... there will be one more part. Good news: It absolutley does NOT fit the next anthology theme, so it looks like you guys won't have to wait three more months to read it.
     
    Steve's been working like a mad man trying to revamp my site and get it up to date and it's looking fantastic so far! Maybe we'll unveil it along with the final part of Underneath This Big Ol' Sky.
     
    The new Panic at the Disco album is coming out tomorrow! I'm officially in love with most of it. There is this one song... When the Day Met the Night...
     
    When the Moon fell in love with the Sun
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
     
    When the Sun found the Moon
    She was drinking tea in a garden
    Under the green umbrella trees
    In the middle of summer
     
    When the Moon found the Sun
    He looked like he was barely hanging on
    While her eyes saved his life
    In the middle of summer
     
    In the middle of summer
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
    Summer
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
     
    So he said, "Would it be alright,
    If we just sat and talked for a little while?
    If in exchange for your time
    I give you this smile"
     
    So she said, "Hey that's okay,
    As long as you can make a promise not to break
    My little heart and
    Leave me all alone
    In the summer"
     
    Well, he was just hanging around
    Then he fell in love
    And he didn't know how
    But he couldn't get out
    Just hanging around and he fell in love
     
    In the middle of summer
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
    Summer
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
     
    When the Moon fell in love with the Sun
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
    In the middle of summer
    All was golden in the sky
    All was golden when the day met the night
     
     
     
    Davey is STILL away but I keep calling and harassing this Laura woman who feeds him too much and then acts like she doesn't know he's not in his room when she's serving him dinner! ::raises eyebrow:: Anyway, I don't get put off easily, so I just called back and talked to some man who managed to get my Sweetie on the line for me! We like him MUCH better just saying...
     
    Kids are on spring break, so that means the house is a wreck and I'm going out of my mind. Tony is home for the week, my daughter has the week off also, and my son has a month off! Yikes.
     
    My other brother was just here visiting for a week with his wife. It went pretty well, we had some fun and laughed, and I'm the proud new owner of a Double 12 Domino set.. watch out folks!
     
    I'm trying not to be impatient when it comes to the matter of recovery, but it sometimes gets overridden by the intense need I have to know the people I love aren't hurting. More over, this is going to sound selfish... but, I really do have an affinity for understanding and I want to help, and it's frustrating being unable to just step in and take control and make things right/better/on the right track to getting to either of those. PATIENCE... she reminds herself. Things happen for a reason, as they should.
     
    Additionally, a few of the people I used to spend quite a lot of time talking to have disappeared and or gotten busy-ish, which I understand, but I miss them. And, someone I care a HUGE amount about is going through a hard, confusing time and probably feeling much like I just described in the paragraph above... anyway, hugs Love, I wish I could do more...
     
    Okay, so... at work tonight this mom came shopping with a little girl about my son's age and so I was talking to the kid, and after a few minutes of nice conversation, I asked her if she had a good Easter and she says, "Well, yeah, but I'm a Christian. I don't call it Easter." So I have to ask, "What do you call it then?" "Resurrection."
     
    Now I know that this is what the holiday represents to many people. But ugh... and also, this is not the first time... I still remember every year at Christmas time, that a few years back I asked a girl if she had seen Santa, and she went off on some tangent at like eight years old about how Santa was just some horrible made-up thing used to commercialize... blah blah whatthef**kblah!? Some parents need to shut the f**K up and let kids be kids and figure out the rest of that stuff when they have the capability to weigh facts and feelings and decide for themselves.
     
    Anyway, this is me... slipping back into the fun world of songs that use words like surreptitious, and me singing, "I'm a DIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
     
    Night all,
    Viv
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    pig-latin style...

    By viv,

    Okay so... pig-latin. Let me see if I can explain this in a way so as not to complicate it for those of you who have no idea what it is.
     
    It's a made up, kid type language that we all learn as kids here, and basically the way it works is that you take the first letter or sound in a word and move it to the end of the word, and then add a long A sound to the end. So, for example, the word 'dog' would sound like 'og-day' or the the word 'cat' would sound like 'at-kay'. Get it?
     
    So anyway, my daughter and her friend have been doing this for years thinking they could speak secretly from parents, and then when they learned we understood because we had learned it as kids, then to keep secrets from annoying little brothers. Well, my son figured it out about a year ago, and now is totally fluent in this little language. Anyway, the other night I was chatting to my angel, Jeff, and my son wanted to type so I said it was fine, and this is what happened....
     
    Viv: i hay it tay is ay atthew may (hi, it is matthew)
    Jeff: hey matty
    Viv: ow hay oo day ou yay oo day (how do you do)
    Jeff: great, thanks... how do you do?
    Viv:
    Viv: ood gay (good)
    Jeff: HAHAHAHAHA
    Jeff: yeah, me too
    Viv: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Mom is saying and so am i
    Viv: and also Richard
    Jeff: hehe
    Jeff: Hi Rich
    Viv: thats what rich sent
    Jeff: haha, cool
    Viv: i have to get some dessert
    Jeff: okie dokie
    Viv: bye bye
    Jeff: bye!
     
    Aside from that, not much is going on. I have all weekend off until Sunday night at 6 pm... so yay for writing.
     
    Gonna see Snowy again tomorrow night so that's cool. Steve, too.
     
    I found out randomly through myspace that Rich works with the boyfriend of the sister of a girl that I work with.
     
    Oh, so earlier I was eating this insane yummy coconut ice cream fruit bar popsicle thingy and it was SOOOOOO good. I told Jeff that it was doing amazing things to my mouth. He said, "Party in your mouth?" I replied, "Better! Imagine the best thing you'd ever want in your mouth.. but it's sweet like coconut milk." He said, "That's just wrong." So I said, "Nothing this good could ever be wrong."
     
    Davey is going away again this weekend I always miss him like craziness... Hopefully it won't be for three weeks again.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  3. viv
    First of all... and most importantly... Davey is HOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!
     
    ... for a week :wacko:
     
    dkstories... this one's for you (but only because now that you've been subjected to the amazing amount of nerdiness that Rich posesses, and I know you'll appreciate this. Robert, too!)
     
    My objections to this video are rather limited actually... but it managed to create a rather LARGE and RIDICULOUS debate between Rich and I. So let me pose the question to all of you rather literary minded people.
     
    Do the words 'lair' and 'layer' sound the same when spoken?
     
    Rich insists that they do and what do I know about words anyway? While I went the hair, stair, lair vs. bayer, mayer, layer route. Steve says that Rich's insistance at maintaining his position, even when I've sufficiently proven him wrong, has to do with the leg that broke off the X-chromosome to make a Y-chromosome instead. Apparently it holds all the genes for knowing when to stop, when to shut up, when to know you've lost and bow out gracefully along with all the ones for common sense and knowing that pissing your wife off should not be entertaining and could likely be disasterous to your happiness.
     
    Horrifying stories from you friendly, neighborhood Junior High School. My daughter, who is 12, and has been told clearly that there will be no dating of boys, or boyfriends, until some unspecified time when we've decided she's ready, came home the other day and said that a boy asked her out at school. So, of course that gets my attention, and I'm like... back up, what does that mean exactly when you're 12? So she says that she and her friend were standing there at lunch when some boy walks up to them and says, "He (points to his friend across the way) is asking you two out, (both of them?!) but only if you're virgins. He wants a virgin."
     
    Pardon my interruption when I take this time to point out, once again, 12 YEARS OLD!!!!!
     
    Anyway, so my daughter gets all "Oh no he didn't!" and she and her friend walk over to this... boy and she says, "First of all, that's not how you approach a girl, and second of all, we're not virgins, and I'm pregnant," and stalked off. And while I'm all for standing up for yourself and putting some poor excuse of a boy in his place... have you met 12 year old girls? By tomorrow, this will be her fourth kid! :wacko:
     
    Rich came home, and I made her tell him the story, which came out as some half-assed version, so by the time I was done filling him in completely he was saying, "WHAT'S THIS BOY'S NAME?! I'm SO kicking his ass! And then I'm calling the principal, and he can kick his ass again! My daughter shouldn't have to be asked about her virginity at school! She's 12!"
     
    ***OMG I just totally erased ALL of this and then freaked out while Rich was saying, "Ctrl Z. Ctrl Z." Sometimes I love the nerdiness... as long as he's saying lair correctly ***
     
    On to the Banana Man. UGH!
     
    So, as we are all aware, I work in a grocery store, and when a customer is ready to pay for their items, we have a protocol to follow. We're supposed to say hi, ask how they are, did they find everything okay, do they have their preferred customer card, and so on. Not that we have to recite a script or anything, but that's the deal.
     
    Anyway, there is this man, and he always comes in late when I'm working, and always manages to come through my line, and he's like... 40's, skinny, blond, glasses. He's a doctor, and carries his fanny pack over his shoulder like a purse. He always buys bananas... and on occasion supplements them with a box of chocolate donuts, hence the name.
     
    Now normally, this is how it would go down...
     
    Me: Hi!
    Him: *grumble*
    Me: How are you?
    Him: *scowl*
    Me: Did you find everything okay today?
    Him: NO!
    Me: Oh no! I'm sorry. What didn't you find so I can get it for you?
    Him: NOTHING! I just HATE that you ask me all these questions!
    Me: ...
     
    So, then I decided, fine. If that's what he wants, I'll give it to him. I started not saying anything to him at all, except at the end when i'd say, "Thank you, have a good night." Apparently that wasn't satisfactory either cause then he got ruder... if that's possible. Anyway, the other night I'm working and he comes in and I see him at the end of my line and I'm like... UGH! :wacko:
     
    This time it went like this...
     
    Me: Hi!
    Him: NO QUESTIONS! (not hi, not hello, not go f**K yourself... NO QUESTIONS!)
    Me: 'Don't tell him to go f**K himself. Don't tell him to go f**K himself'
     
    Then when he left, and I was having my little meltdown about what a total f**ker he is, my pal Trevor comes over and sees me all out of sorts and is like "What happened?!" So I tell him, and he makes me swear that next time Banana Man comes in, to call him over so he can punch him in the face! We love Trevor... just saying.
     
    I was telling my pal Steve from work about him, and he totally knows the guy I'm talking about and has had to wait on him too, and said he didn't get the 'no questions' thing, but he did get told that people should go back to the countries they came from, and since Steve is hispanic, and I am not, that apparently won't work on me and he had invent some other way to be a jerk. So the more I thought about it, the more pissed I got, so I think I've come up with a solution. He wants no questions... and I have to ask him some, so I'll just ask him every question I can think of so that the next time when I just ask the few I have to ask him, he'll be appreciative!
     
    Hi! How are you? Did you find everything okay? Do you have your customer card? How was work? What did you have for dinner? Warm enough for you? What color socks do you have on today? Working tomorrow? Almost time for your next oil change? You voted for Bush, didn't you? WHY ARE YOU SUCH A TOTAL PRICK!? You get the idea...
     
    I mean really. He's only buying bananas. How long is he actually in this transaction with me? A minute? MAX? f**king be nice!
     
    That is all...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. We have hay bales!!!!!
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    fortune cookies

    By viv,

    Your personality is fueled by the fascination you feel for life...
     
    Mmhmm...
     
    So I have a couple work stories...
     
    *Disclaimer*
    I don't normally call people names like I'm about to use, or descriptions, but as I have no other way to communicate the details to you, I'm going to make an exception this time.
     
    *On with the stories*
     
    Last night at work, this gross, fat, hairy, man with man boobs came through my line to buy a frozen pizza and ginger ale. He was wearing a button down shirt, but mostly unbuttoned, to the point that one of the man boobs and all kinds of hair was hanging out. I ask him for his customer card, and he hands it to me with orange fingers, like he had been eating chips or something. As I'm waiting for him to pay, I notice that he has potato chip crumbs nestled safely in the chest hair... Now, the guy I was working with, Jonathan, and I were trying not to look at him, each other, no eye contact, cause at any moment we may laugh out loud, or worse. So we finish helping him and when the man leaves, we look at each other and totally laugh out loud at the ridiculous amount of grossness. Now, I'm no hater of overweight people, and I'm certainly not exempt from that category myself, but dear lord man... the shirt has buttons... USE THEM! AND! Was the man really just sitting there munching away on potato chips, and decides... gee... I really need a frozen pizza and some ginger ale... NOW! NO TIME to wash up or button my shirt, must go NOW! Ugh :wacko:
     
    Second story: Jonathan, the guy I was working with... I guess I had my own 'coming out' to him last night. I don't exactly advertise that I write stories of any kind. A few family members and friends know, and a few co-workers that I really like and trust, but I'm hesitant typically to just tell everyone because then the questions come, and while I'm fully capable of discussing the subject with someone and knowing I don't have to defend myself... as you know, some people are just... stupid, judgemental... well, you get it. Anyway, so Jonathan and I were standing there at 10p.m. last night, and while there are lulls in the business, we talk and so at one point I was deciding if I wanted to tell him about going to Disneyland the previous weekend with Will, Rich, and Steve, and he says to me, "What are you thinking?" So I said, "I'm trying to decide if I want to tell you a story." So he says, "TELL ME!" So I do, and that led to how I met Steve and Will, and this site, and the stories I write. He was excited, thought it sounded cool, and has the site info. I told him about my blog and the stories and so on, so in case he's reading... Hi Jonathan!
     
    He asked me what kind of stories I write and I promptly cause we have a running joke between a bunch of us writers. Do we write porn? Nah... sure there is plenty of it out there... but when you have to put in ten chapters to get to it... it ain't porn... just saying. So I went with gay romance. And then added, "Besides... I like boys." He was amused... I'll give him that. Jonathan earned bonus points last night... which is cool since he was already a cool guy for a lot of reasons I wont go into here... that and he had the decency to laugh when the woman who is probably still paying for her fake boobs ran out of money and was looking for something to 'put back' she chose toilet paper...
     
    Alright that is all cause I'm rather frazzled right now... MUST WRITE TOMORROW!!!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
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    Happy Birthday, Will!

    By viv,

    Well, the boy is out of town, but it warrants mentioning nevertheless. Besides, he'll be home again tomorrow, or tonight, I forget, and so...
     
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WILL! Hope you had a nice trip and that you recovered from spending the day with Steve, Rich, and I. I know I can be whiny (about my hair and wet underwear) and say not nice things (when I feel like I left my stomach back up on some rollercoaster) but I hope you had a nice time. (Rich said I DO say not nice things! He's reading over my shoulder it seems, so everyone say HI!) Anyway, hope you have a great year and that you had fun on your little mini-vacation/excursion.
     
    I have a headache for like a week now. It's no bueno guys. Stupid sinuses!
     
    So Davey is away, I believe I mentioned that last blog, and yes he's STILL away but he managed to get himself an invite for a beer, and then make use of their internet long enough to smuggle me the phone number to his hotel so I can call him! It's pretty entertaining though when I call, cause they answer the phone (Scottish accent and all) and then when I say, "Hello, can I have Room ## please?) it's like I can hear it in their pause (OMG there's an AMERICAN on the phone! ) and then they get it together and say, "Hold the line a moment," and by the time Dave is answering, I'm giggling!
     
    My son lost a tooth! He looks like a jack-o-lantern now, pretty cute! He's managed to get like three other wiggly ones at the same time so... looks like the tooth fairy is gonna be frequently flying here. Tonight at dinner he did this totally cute thing and made this totally cute face and all I was thinking was 'God, I wish Jeff was here to see this!' I'm having withdrawls... seriously. I know he can appreciate a cute kid my son's age since he's an uncle to one of the same age. Also, I'm frequently reminded with ginormous pangs of guilt and realism, that when Dave finally comes, that I'll probably be incoherent and a total mess until... he returns to pick me up again.
     
    The other night at work I was SO MAD! Let me just say that this lady was lucky there was a checkstand between the two of us! She came through the line with her son who was like 14 or 15 years old. He's carrying a box of staples he needs for some school thing, and she says, "I don't want to pay for a whole box of staples just because you have one thing to do." At this point I'm thinking, 'Why do you even have a kid if you don't want to take care of him?' So she looks at me and asks, "Can't you just give me a staple?" Like I'm actually going to open our store's stapler and give her staples out of it. So I look at her like 'did you really just ask me that?' and say, "No, I can't just give you a staple." So the kid says, "Mom, you can't buy just one staple," and she looks at him with this look... OMG... and she says, "I have a Masters Degree. I KNOW you can't buy just one staple!" So now I'm thinking... 'Look lady, if you have a Masters Degree, you can afford a god damn box of staples for your kid!' So she says to him, "Go over there and get in line (for a rain check) and get out of my face!" So by this time I'm like, 'Look bitch' but I don't say anything and finish her transaction and she walks away. I almost pulled out $5 from my pocket and handed it to the kid so he could buy his own freaking staples since apparently his PARENT won't do it. Anyway, this... woman... walks away to go meet him in the other line, and the people behind her in line had heard the whole thing and say, "I only have a Bachelors Degree, and I can afford a box of staples." To which I replied, "I don't even have that, and I can afford a box of staples for my kid." Whatthef**kEVER! Just saying...
     
    In other news, after we kidnapped Will on Saturday and took him to Disneyland for his birthday, we had Jamba Juice! and then we went to my FAVORITE restaurant and I got to have YUMMY SALSA and the BEST MARGARITAS EVER and the MOST AMAZING TORTILLAS! I think I may have to take Snowy there in a few weeks when I kidnap him
     
    Also, my newest German pal was whisked away for two weeks for a holiday with his parents, and I miss talking to him since he is without internet. What kind of world is this?! (Over reaction on my part clearly) But I was just reminded of the fact that I miss him since Rich is sitting next to me playing Lord of the Rings Online and was usiing some horrible version of a German accent while talking to himself. Hurry home Thorben!
     
    Weird night tonight. I picked Rich up from work, went to have Chinese food for dinner in this little place by my high school that is our favorite and has been since I was in high school, but it was recently sold to some new owners and it just isn't the same anymore! Anyway, while we're in there eating our 'just not the same' Orange Chicken and Broccoli Beef, they have country music playing and I heard this song that reminded me of me, and maybe Caty, and so I came home and researched it and downloaded it! Garth Brooks - She's Every Woman. I'm blaming Steve... He gave me the first Garth Brooks song so... it's his fault
     
    That is all... Hugs!
    Viv
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    wtf is going on around here?

    By viv,

    Rich bought a book... all on his own.
     
    Davey is away for 2 weeks for work... no internet.
     
    My angel is letting me ride shotgun... and his wrist.
     
    Steve and I are going to Disneyland this weekend... to meet Will, finally.
     
    Kevin is... (not my news to announce).
     
    I bought a new book I've been waiting for, part 3 of a series... I didn't even know it was out, I'm almost finished.
     
    Taking Back Sunday is on repeat... a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins. Cute Without the E.
     
    I've been mailing back and forth with an amazing boy... he makes me smile daily and I'm proud of him.
     
    You're So Last Summer is running a close second... the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
     
    I should write more... but I'm too busy reading. I will soon... I NEED to.
     
    I used to love those candy hearts as a kid... sad f**king day when the messages turned to 'email me' and 'fax me'. Fax this pal.
     
    But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart... Great Romances of the Twentieth Century.
     
    I got a great Valentine from Matty...
     
     
    Translation... You make me do my homework and sit with me to make sure I get it done, but I don't need any help cause I'm so smart it's ridiculous. I don't really understand how to play Clue yet, but my big sister does, and so you help me win sometimes. I beat you every video game we play, and even though I know I hate to lose, you never seem to mind. All the rest is probably accurate. His cuteness factor was ammended.
     
    I made salsa, and the girls at work sorta laughed when I said there was garlic in it. Apparently that's not 'ethnic'... till they tried it. Then they asked, "Are you sure you aren't Mexican?" to which I replied... "Yeah, but I'm Italian... I know how to use a tomato."
     
    That is all.... Viv
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    to new beginnings...

    By viv,

    It's February now, officially, even if it is only 2:24 a.m. and I'm waiting for Rich to get home from work for the second time today. I keep smiling to myself, and not those small little smiles that you can sort of subdue if need be, but the uncontrollable, nothing-is-gonna-be-able-to-get-this-thing-off-my-face kind. I'm sure that has everything to do with the fact that Jeff is probably hugging the boy he loves for the first time right now and that I thought of something great to do when Steve and I take Will out for his birthday at the end of the month. Also, I started a new story that manifested itself in my brain a couple nights ago when tossing ideas around with Billy. This one is so challenging and complicated, that it actually excites me and I really hope I can pull it off well cause it's going to be real easy to screw it up if I'm not careful. Also, the main character has been renamed three times in the last 24 hours, whatever that means.
     
    So I've spent the last hour listening to Taking Back Sunday and grinning like an idiot.
     
    So work was interesting tonight in a totally lame but humorous way. There's this kid I work with, Justin. So sweet and cute, if not your typical bored-out-of-his-mind senior in high school. Here's what went down... He goes on his lunch break and his friends come by to hang out and they're in the parking lot massing around. Well, as I heard the story later, one of his friends had some steel pipe in his truck and for some ridiculous reason I'm not entirely clear on, Justin was hitting his own truck with the piece of pipe and some customer leaving the store saw this happening and called the police. My store is across the street from the police department so in like zero seconds flat, SEVEN police cars are in the parking lot with sirens and flashing lights going. When Justin finally came back inside and I said, "Justin! WTF?!" and he at least had the decency to blush cause I'm like a mom to a lot of those kids there that work at night with me. So he tells me that the police had him, and all of his friends in the backs of their cars, AFTER they violated him by touching him THERE, and when he tried to tell them it was his truck they were less than receptive to that idea. So a couple managers had to go out and claim him... "Yeah, that one's ours." Seriously?! Anyway...
     
    I just read Razor's latest update in his blog, and how freakin cute! Just saying... Congratulations. Also, congratulations to the boy we don't talk about and his new boyfriend
     
    SUPERBOWL weekend here. I'm working tomorrow night, and cute, shy hugh school quarteback kid is going to loan me a jersey to wear. (Thanks Brett ) So after I get up early, take Rich back to work, go get a new tire put on my car since on Tuesday one of my tires like... I have no idea what it did, but I know I've never seen a tire do this before :wacko: and then go take Rich to lunch, pick up the kiddo from school, then pick Rich up from work, and go to work myself... TAXI sign ON! Then Saturday we're having a birthday breakfast with my sister, getting our taxes done, and then a birthday dinner for Rich's dad where I have to remember to bring Steve some ice cream from the restaurant, and then I'm gonna go hang out with him and said ice cream for a few hours while Rich is a total nerd (Don't forget to give me the book this time!~) And then I have to work on SUPERBOWL Sunday from 2 to 11 pm... hmmm.
     
    Also, just to appease any people who still haven't figured out what it was I wanted and had been waiting weeks for (see previous blog entry) I'll go ahead and tell you. Sometimes, he does this thing where his hands are in my hair, and he's holding my head just where he wants it while he kisses me like he means it, and there's nowhere else he would rather be, or anything he'd rather be doing It makes me melty! And it makes me feel safe, and loved, and fantastic. Plus, the man has skills... just saying.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. Angels really can fly it seems! Sweetie, *Snuggle*
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    What's the sitches, bitches?

    By viv,

    HAHAHAHA! I heard that last night on the comedy channel and was hysterical for a good five minutes afterwards... although in my defense, I was exhausted and had just spent nine hours in a grocery store.
     
    So, I spent the day doing nothing, so far anyway. I managed to get Ventrilo installed and got Davey to come, too and then they all teamed up on me... but I can handle it it's pretty cool. I talked to Adrian Michaels, Rakuten, Lost Cause, Tob, and Davey for a while. It was pretty easy to install actually, and get set up... and i'm pretty challenged when it comes to that stuff so...
     
    I started UTBOS - Part 5 and have 1000 words done... so far so good, right? But the discussion that occurred with Steve prior to that was rather interesting, so I wondered what you guys thought since I had the almost exact same conversation with a few other guys in Com's chat the same night. So this is the BIG question:
     
    Do you believe that there are no original plots or stories to be told anymore? And that the only thing that is original is the way it's told?
     
    OR
     
    Do you believe that there is always a new story to tell, and a way to tell it, without following the 'normal' boy meets boy, add a dash of angst, etc... format?
     
    We were discussing what I was going to write besides UTBOS and I know what I want to write, I just need to figure out 'their' story so help me out and answer the question, okay? Besides, Davey is pushing me for something without ranches and horses and cowboys...
     
    So this is blog 180 Good lord! But I love it... and also... I saw the survey thing Patrick did, and it was silly, and I liked it so here are my answers, too.
     
     
    What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book? One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... or Hop on Pop... it's a toss up.
     
    If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be? Hmm, maybe with Rory and Loralie on Gilmore Girls? Seriously... no clue. With the Friends?
     
    What's the longest you've gone without sleep? Thirty-something hours... that was no good.
     
    What's your favorite Barry Manilow song? Umm... NO!
     
    Who's your favorite Muppet? Fozzy Bear
     
    What's the habit you're proudest of breaking? I actually have no idea... hmm.
     
    What's your favorite Web site? Depends on the day, but probably GA. Somewhere I can read.
     
    What's your favorite school supply? Pencils.
     
    Who's your favorite TV attorney? Alex from Law and Order. I also loved Angie Harmon when she was on the show, and Dylan McDermott when his show was on.
     
    What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles? San Francisco!
     
    What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store? Hmm, not a frequent shopper there. Maybe some toy for a quarter the kids thought they really wanted.
     
    Where were you on September 11, 2001? Anaheim Memorial Hospital, giving birth to my son.
     
    What's your favorite tree? Hmm, I like smaller, green ones, but then also, anything that produces something I like to eat, like avocados or plums.
     
    What's the most interesting biography you've read? I have no idea... guess it wasn't so interesting eh?
     
    What do you order when you eat Chinese food? Depends if I'm being 'good' or not, but usually steamed rice and vegetable chop suey. If not, orange chicken and fried rice.
     
    What's the best costume you've ever worn? The Cat in the Hat?
     
    What's your least favorite word? c**t... I HATE this word.
     
    If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? I'm gonna go with California here, but I'm sure it would be shortened to Callie
     
    Who's your favorite Care Bear? Psh! Sunshine Bear!
     
    Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation: That I've been this height since I was 12 and in the 8th grade
     
    If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be? I'd love to see the culture and the people, but somewhere safe.
     
    What did you have for lunch yesterday? La Salsa with Rich
     
    Where do you go for advice? Hmm, Davey, Jeff, or Steve, I guess.
     
    Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus? Thesaurus...
     
    Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving? Yes, but I sucked at it, and no.
     
    Have you ever been stung by a bee? Yes, two or three times.
     
    What's the sickest you've ever been? Pneumonia
     
    What's your favorite form of exercise? Swimming, aerobics, walking.
     
    What's your favorite Cyndi Lauper song? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
     
    What did you do for your 13th birthday? I have no idea anymore.
     
    Are you afraid of heights? Sometimes, more afraid of falling to my death!
     
    Have you ever taken dance lessons? No, but I'd love to.
     
    What's your favorite newspaper? The kind that comes wrapped around a present that comes in the mail!
     
    What's your favorite Broadway musical? I haven't actually seen any.
     
    What's the most memorable class you've ever taken? Hmm, AP Government and Economics, senior year.
     
    What's your favorite knock-knock joke? Knock, knock. Who's there? BOO! Boo, who? Aww, don't cry...
     
    What's your favorite commercial? Jack in the Box commercials are fantastic... chipotopple? chipoodle?
     
    If you could go to Disney World with any celebrity alive today, who would it be? I have no idea... so I'll just pick Justin Timberlake so my sweetie could come along and meet him.
     
    Do you prefer baths or showers? Showers.
     
    Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight? Umm, EWW! and I don't have a bedpost anyway!
     
    What's your favorite breakfast food? Hmm, omelets? Fruit.
     
    Who's your favarite game show host? Who's the guy from the dating game? We'll be back in two and two... THAT guy!
     
    If you could have a super power, what would it be? Hmm, I guess to be able to read minds or to know something bad was going to happen so I could stop it.
     
    Do you like guacamole? OMG! SO MUCH!
     
    Have you ever been in a food fight? No.
     
    Name five songs to which you know all the lyrics (better yet, sing them) Anything in my car at the moment, or on my cycled playlist.
     
    What's your favorite infomercial? Ugh, I try to avoid those, but I guess it used to be the Popeil Pasta Maker, but I like that Super Blender one now so... I dunno.
     
    What's the longest you've ever waited in line? Two hours at Disneyland... LAME!
     
    What's on the cover of your address book or day planner? Umm the cover it came with.
     
    Have you ever taken a picture in one of those little booths? I don't think so... pout!
     
     
    That is all...
    Hugs, Viv
     
    PS. Don't forget to answer the question!!!!!!!!!!
  10. viv

    G

    By viv,

    I got this from a friend... and normally I don't do this stuff, but it says fun, nice stuff about me so why not, right?
     
     
    P
  11. viv

    so, at dinner tonight...

    By viv,

    We were eating, and my son does this snap thing with his fingers while having some ridiculous, but harmless, one-upping contest with my daughter and Rich says, "Was that a gay snap? Like, is that one of his OGT's?"
     
    So this is me tattling on him for using an acronym properly and knowing what it means
     
    Then we had to discuss the difference in snaps, like 50's jive snapping versus the 'FABULOUS' snap... and it was just really f**king funny!
     
    Besides that... Steve got irate on my behalf and I :wub it! Davey made it home without sliding off a runway, but with getting frisked Jeff helped me sell my site
     
    Anyway, work in the morning...
     
    Hugs, Viv
     
    PS. Yes, Toby, the girl times are OVER!
  12. viv
    So Joey is the man today. My hero! The one with the gigantic... brain that he uses for good and not evil... mostly I made a myspace a while back so I could see pictures of my nephew, but I hardly ever use it, and when I showed it to Jeff, he said it was girly... which I am, and it was... so anyway, I tried to make it cooler looking and ended up screwing it all up... big surprise so I talked my cowboy into fixing it for me. Then he said, "lol what the hell did you do to this?" Which goes to show how truly challenged I am when it comes to that kind of stuff. I thought I was following the directions... :wacko: Anyway, he fixed it, it's cute! and so yay! Thanks Cutie!
     
    Rich and I had to go to a belated Christmas/New Year party for his work last Sunday... it was interesting/entertaining. Rich hates parties, and large groups of people, and doing anything where he is expected to be social. He doesn't drink, dance, talk to strangers, so the whole drive there he was grumbling about having to go. I just reminded him that's why he is married to me and that he'd be fine. We were the weird aged people there this time though. His bosses and a few other guys are in their forties and then everyone else is early twenties and college students or something so it was interesting fitting in with both groups.
     
    So everytime he would introduce me, he would say, "This is my wife, Vivian," and they would all say, "OH GOOD! Now you can tell us about Rich!" and he would make this face... which I thought was pretty humorous. And then we ate, and the tables were pool tables, with pads and table cloths on top, and after we finished eating, his bosses go up and start talking and saying how much they appreciated everyones hard work and how excited they are to see the growth and changes over the coming year, etc. Then they start talking about the employee of the month thing they decided to start doing, but since they make Ice Sculptures, they decided to call this person Iceman or woman of the month. So as they were talking, and he said that, I leaned over and asked, "Like Val Kilmer style?" and they all giggled with me.
     
    They announce Iceman of the Month, and it's Rich, and everyone is clapping, and he's blushing and fidgeting cause they want him to go up in front of everyone to get his award, and then when he does, his one boss says, "Now Rich is going to say a few words..." and everyone looked at Rich who was like and burst out laughing cause we all know that he is NEVER gonna do that. If he hadn't been so nervous, it would totally be something Rich would do to reply, "You can be my wingman anytime..." and walk off... but nerves equal not so funny and clever Rich.
     
    We played some games and then Rich's boss asked him to play some pool, so I shoved him ocer and made him play. He played some shuffleboard type of game with the other boss and was finally having some fun GASP! And I spent the rest of the evening talking to the wives of his bosses. Also there was this guy there that a few of the other guys were teasing cause he wore a skinny tie, and so I stepped up and said that skinny ties were way cool, I mean they must be if Joey wore one in SF right?
     
    My niece broke her arm a few days ago
     
    Davey wants to know when I'm gonna write something non-cowboy... not sure though.
     
    Steve says we get textual... and I agree... we're like these flirty, hold-nothing-back texters. (Gymnasts, hockey players, swimmers... etc.) BOYS ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE HEADACHES RIGHT NOW! Plus since we have the same affinity for... well, it just works out.
     
    I've been grumpy with girl issues lately... so that should be over in a few days and Davey and I can be done PMSing... trust me, it's not pretty when the two of us get bitchy. I've been listening/singing this one sad song over and over again, but it's really pretty, too. It's called Almost Lovers by A Fine Frenzy.
     
    OH! SO... a certain someone I edit for has finished the first chapter of a certain story he's writing.. and I gotta tell you... some of the best writing I've seen in a while is waiting for you all in that chapter! The man has mad skills... and if he's that good with words and a keyboard... sheesh! Imagine the possibilities...
     
    Ugh, I have to be 'you know where' in two hours... :wacko: and tomorrow night, too, but then I get Friday and Saturday off so... that's cool!
     
    Hugs!
    Viv
     
    PS. JOEY!!! Thanks again! Love ya, KewlGirlViv HAHAHAHAHA!
     
    PS AGAIN. We're building bridges Angel!
  13. viv
    This gorgeous boy I know (thanks Vin ) gave me this link last night and I took this test and this is what it says about me. Pretty dead on accurate if you ask me... If you'd like to take this, too... http://kts2.personalityzone.com > Take the KTS-II > Take It! Then register... it's free, and answer the questions... and to get the additional info, you have to join, which is also free... Rich took it too. He agrees it's accurate, but he's not sure he likes that he is what he is.
     
    Your Temperament Type is: Idealist
    Your Character Type is: Teacher
     
    All Idealists share the following core characteristics:
     
    Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.
    Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.
    Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.
    Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.
    Idealists as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self--always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.
     
    Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.
     
    Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.
     
    Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.
     
    Overview of the Teacher:
     
    Teachers are motivational and can influence others around them with great ease. They are people-oriented and focused on maintaining morale. They work well with personnel and their enthusiasm is inspiring to others. They can be very creative in finding ways for people to participate on teams and are likely to arrange social functions to gather people. They are expressive and intuitive and are more likely to make "people" their highest priority over the task or project.
     
    Teachers tend to make good-natured leaders and usually have groups of followers. They are empathetic, handle people with charm and charisma, and are well-liked. They can easily place themselves into the feelings and situations of others to genuinely understand their point of view and needs.
     
    Idealist Teachers and Career Considerations
     
    Teachers thrive in an environment that provides opportunities for learningand for personal and professional growth.
    Teachers communicate well with other people, even when they have conflicting viewpoints.
    Teachers may have a tendency to meddle in other people's affairs or begin to believe that they are always right about what other people should do.
     
    Love and Relationships for the Idealist Teacher
     
    For your love life to be its most successful, you'll want to achieve an equalbalance of give and take. When it comes to finding a mate, you're apt to be drawnto the very qualities in others that you feel you lack yourself. As a result,types who are more happy-go-lucky and content with the status quo can be veryattractive to you. Chances are, you admire the way this kind of person is ableto make their way through life without the weight of the world on their shoulders.You probably also appreciate their carefree sense of optimism. During the earlystages of relationships, the differences between you and your mate are likely tobe especially endearing and fun.
     
    The Idealist Teacher's Learning Style
     
    Teachers like to work and learn in groups.
    Teachers like to learn things that are personally meaningful.
    Teachers like to learn things that promote the common good.
    Teachers like to reconcile the past and the future.
    Teachers are motivated to learn to please those who care about them.
     
    Hugs, Viv
  14. viv
    Happy last day of 2007 everyone! Kay that's done...
     
    So I just finished making home made salsa and it's SOOOOOO yummy, but now, as I'm eating it, I keep licking my fingers and they're spicy! I washed my hands three times since I made it... freakin' peppers...
     
    So update on my 12 year-old... she managed to talk me into grounding her for a second week by being over at that same kid's house again, with those same boys, while she was grounded, and then lying about it. This is how it went down... short version (like me) Rich's sister was over here one afternoon borrowing one of our computers, and I had told her the whole story from the week before, and then after she was done hanging out here, she left. My phone rings, and it's Rich's sister asking me if my daughter is supposed to be home now, cause she just drove past, and there she is standing there with her friends. So I say thanks, and wait fifteen minutes till she finally comes home, and when she walks in I say, "You wanna tell me why you were down there again?" and she proceeds to tell me it wasn't her and act irate, like my questioning her is absurd. I point out that at this point, I'm not sure why I should believe anything she says, and that she must think that I'm really stupid, and does she really expect me to believe that her aunt doesn't know what she looks like? So I call Rich's sister and ask her what my daughter was wearing today when she 'allegedly' saw her at her friends house. "Uh huh, white shirt, blue pants, hair down... got it, thanks!" Needless to say, my daughter in her white shirt, blue pants, and hair down wasn't too pleased.
     
    First day of freedom after all that, and she screwed up again, for the exact same thing! :wacko: So this time I went with, "I'm not mad, I'm just confused. I don't get why you don't understand..." and of course she thinks I'm being mean, so then I pointed out that my behavior is a reaction to her behavior, and if she doesn't like mine, maybe she should change what she's doing... all up to her. Anyway, I think that may have helped some...
     
    So I've been baking an abnormal amount of cookies, and it seems I need to send my angel some, too, so I think I'll do that on Wednesday. I baked like a zillion of them on the Saturday night before Christmas and then took a GINORMOUS amount of them to work. Two kinds, chocolate chip toffee, and oatmeal raisin butterscotch, along with the BEST lemon cake EVER!!! I told everyone at work that I brought cookies, and everyone was munching on them all day. Anyway, there's this kid I work with, Ryan, who thinks he's like... 'the shit' or something. So when he walked in, I told him about the cookies, and in that way that only teenage boys are capable of doing, he was suddenly starving and so excited. I walked in the office to get back to work, and then someone is knocking on the door, so I open it, and Ryan walks in and just hugs me. It was pretty silly, but totally cute, too.
     
    Anyway, so I made Steve some cookies and a cake too, and he was like butterscotch...? But I swear they are SOOOOOOO good! I took the kids, and the cookies, and the cake, and the present, and drove out there, no directions needed and somehow he bamboozled me and stole the bill at dinner... but I had fun, even if Steve is sure that having kids should wait another LONG while after our visit. Maybe mine are better than the antichrists... but who knows? And the kids love Steve! Even Annemarie, after her whole 'gay monologue'. Matthew is crazy about him, which I think is beyond cool, and Annemarie loves material things about him, so far, but she'll get it figured out... she loves his cats, and his two story house, and that he buys her presents, and lets her pick restaurants... even if she can't see all the amazing reasons I love him just yet... she will soon.
     
    So then there's this whole other thing going on... You know when you have something, and you see it every day, and it means the world to you for all the right reasons, like a picture on a wall that a friend bought you on impulse at a yard sale one random Saturday, and then one day, you move, and you hang the picture in your new place, and it's the most beautiful, perfect picture and you're so glad that you can finally see it in the way it deserves to be seen? And then you have a housewarming party, and that friend that gave you the picture on a whim that one Saturday years ago comes over, and sees the picture as it should be, looking as beautiful and fantastic as it can, and they can't think of a better gift to have given anyone... ever. That's how I feel about this.
     
    I'm just really... satisfied? Like... I don't want to say the picture was flawed, or the frame broken, more like... where it hung on the wall, it was half hidden behind some curtains, but really seeing it come to life after walking past it every day makes me so very, very happy. Someone drew the curtains back, and the sunshine that is coming through the window makes it easier to see, and it's so amazing, and beautiful, and makes you smile... renews your faith in painters and reminds you that nothing is a greater gift than to experience that painting for what it truly is, and to remember how much of himself the artist had to put out there for everyone to see. Seems to me that a hundred baby steps still equals a few good adult steps forward, even if you fall down on your diapered bottom and have to get back up on those chubby little legs and keep going... you still get there. (And no, I do NOT think your legs are chubby!)
     
    So Christmas was good. I didn't want to kill my sister, and it's the first year Davey has been where I can talk to him on Christmas Day. I beat Rich's dad at Scrabble, so that was cool... and Santa brought my kids bikes... seemed fitting this year I'm gonna have to find a way to thank that man for being the angel he is...
     
    Happy New Year everyone! Be the change you wish to see in the world...
    Viv
  15. viv
    ... or is it just mine?
     
    I swear this girl is gonna be the death of me... I went outside with Matty at 3:20 to get in the car to go do some errands before I had to be back here by 4:30 to let Annemarie in the house after practice... I see her down the street in her best friend
  16. viv
    For the love of good golly god and all the little children dont see Fred Claus!
     
    Need I say more?
     
    I can, but I feel dumberer now having watched it.
     
    And why did they show a tomboy with a bat but not a fabulous *snap* boy with a hoola hoop?
     
    So yeah BAD MOVIE ask Viv, (who for the record chose said movie cause she didn't want to see Saw IV or Beowulf (which sounded awesome)) look at me rock the double perenthi .... (yeah I made it up) And don't listen to her, she claimed I chose it, she lies! (jeff does too so dont listen to him either!)
     
     
    Now here's Viv...
     
    Oh boy, new keyboard and no mouse... I'll do my best with what I have while Steve's kitty nuzzles my foot.
     
    First of all... he owes me some cookies and I may hold his laptop hostage until delivery of said cookies... so it's my fault if there are no Shadowgod updates... Jeff said so and he's like... next to god or something, being an Angel and all.
     
    My daughter was on the ten naughtiest kids in the world list. There was a floating green, velvet elf hat on Vince Vaughn's crotch. Mrs. Claus was... a bitter old cookie monger and should have to sleep with... someone grody.
     
    You know those people that are always behind you in a movie theater that talk loud and laugh and make comments the whole movie and by the time your done with the movie you want to murder them for disrupting your movie going experience? Yeah well... that was us tonight, but I think they were sending thankful glances at us instead of irritated ones... right Steve?
     
    I'm joining Siblings Anonymous! I am, after all, a recovering sibling.
     
    So I'm not sure if it's a good or a sad thing that we predicted every part of the movie, right down to Chirp-Chirp. *Hi Nico* Purrrrrrr
     
    OMFG WHAT IS ON YOUR IPOD STEVE?!!! (WHAT? leave the siamese cat song alone!)
     
    Moving on...
     
    My work called while we were in the movie cause some old lady fell in the parking lot and cut her head open and the paramedics came so I had a mild spaz attack as Steve found where I parked my car.
     
    Back to Steve...
     
    Stomp it out Viv...
     
    Oh yeah she also says that Santa should NEVER be aloud to touch her with the grody hands... they were bad I'll admit it but I am also sure I wont have any reoccuring nightmares about those disproportionately "chubby" hands....
     
    On the plus side the music was good, save for 'Here Comes Santa Claus' over and over and over and over and well you get the point. Honestly with that song on continuous rotation, the claims of Jolly Old Saint Nick being a megalomaniac are founded.
     
    Oh, and yeah, it starts with Kathy bates in LABOR, another reason to stay far away, far in the hell away. Honestly she looked better swinging a sledge hammer at my ankles.
     
    Viv here...
     
    Steve's trying to soothe the cookie issue with cake... I'll consider it. I think it's disco night here. Oh and Steve did the fabulous snap in the movie which was cute Maybe Strawberry shortcake.
     
    I was talking sensually to his cat while it was his turn... I said, "Hi big boy... "
     
    Anyway, Steve said the elves running at the end didn't have their legs spread the right amount... mmHMM! Since he's the expert on elves with spread legs...
     
    I'm hearing in bits and pieces... sheep go to heaven, and his cat's winking or something...
     
    Oh and, I just have to ask... do the kids in Spain leave flan for Santa instead of cookies? Lemme know, yeah?
     
    Steve... don't forget the PS Part when you're done.
     
    Alright first of all, the flan was in Spanish Harlem not Spain, second of all you really dont want to know what was wink'n, blink'n, and nodding at you as you were typing. :|
     
    I think thats about it, just, you know, don't see the movie, even if its base messege is kind of endearing... All kids deserve toys.. yeah I know, Im a sap, but the approach could have been better then the mindless drival the projector so effortlessly spewed onto the screen.
     
    Anyhow there is talk of cross posting this in her blog... so if you read hers already and made it to this point again, well Im sorry you have gleened nothing new and are probably worse for the ware now that you have had double exposure. but its still better then seeing the movie.
     
    So yeah um I think thats it, I think...
     
    ps Go Willie! AND, I want a green velvet hat floating around my crotch as I do the tush shake... where's the justice!
     
    Steve and Viv
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    Well, one of them is. The other is like this... pubescent, teenage girl full of angst and drama, someone save me please?!
     
    I got home from work last night and found this on my computer... It's my son, who is six, talking to Tony.
     
    Tony: psssst
    Viv: 0
    Tony: ...
    Viv: it's matthew
    Tony: hi matthew...can you ask daddy a question for me? ask him if tony can iron his tie
    Viv: he said no
    Tony: how are you?
    Viv: gooooooooooooooooood
    Viv: how or you????????????????????????????????
    Tony: i am hungry
    Viv: me too
    Viv: but dad is getting pizza
    Tony:
    Tony: tell daddy green bay won 34 to 0
    Viv: he said ok
    Tony: do you have school tomorrow or is it a holiday?
    Viv: no i don't have scool
    Viv: but yes the next day it is a holiday but i got to go/ bye
    Tony: bye
    Viv: i was wrong i can keep typing
    Tony: yay!
    Viv: *kiss**kiss*+6+6+6+6+6
    Tony: what?
    Viv: hahahahaha
    Tony: what did you do today?
    Viv: help dad fix the lights
    Tony: what was wrong with them?
    Viv: some lightbolds were not working so we fixed them
    Tony:
    Tony: you mean lightbulbs
    Viv: yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
    Viv: send a messege
    Tony: message
    Tony: hahaha
    Tony: i love you
    Tony: i can't wait to see you again when i come for thanksgiving
    Viv: i loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove you
    Viv: how are you?
    Tony: still hungry haha
    Viv: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    Tony: matthew, when is your pizza coming?
    Viv: :s
    Viv: i don't know
    Tony: matthew
    Viv: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha silly
    Viv: type you
    Tony: so what are you learning in school right now?
    Viv: i don't have scool
    Tony: i mean what did you learn on friday silly
    Viv: oh nothing
    Viv: brb
    Tony: ok
    Viv: bye bye
    Tony: bye
    Viv: hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Tony: hi
    Viv: ib means i'm back
    Tony: how was your pizza?
    Viv: good
    Tony: where's dad?
    Viv: still here
    Tony: tell him to answer me
    Viv: ok
    Viv: i got to go
    Tony: k
    Viv: bye bye
    Tony: bye
     
    MAD CHAT SKILLS!!
     
    On the other hand... we had this whole drama with my daughter the other night, and only cause it's SO much to retype, i'm just gonna repost the chat log from when I was whining to my angel about it.
     
    Vivian says:
    wanna borrow an out of control and crying pre-teen girl? pleeeeeeeeeeease?
    .: Dezlboi :. says:
    hmm
    .: Dezlboi :. says:
    lemme think
    .: Dezlboi :. says:
    no
    Vivian says:
    too bad... you don't know what you're missing
    Vivian says:
    despair
    Vivian says:
    angst
    Vivian says:
    tears
    .: Dezlboi :. says:
    what is she upset about now?
    Vivian says:
    yelling
    Vivian says:
    oh, well earlier she asked me if she could go play basketball outside of J's house. her mom wasn't home but i said okay as long as she stays outside where i can see her
    Vivian says:
    then i had to leave to get matty and she wasn't out there but i had to go so i left the door unlocked
    Vivian says:
    and as I
  18. viv
    So, yeah... San Francisco.
     
    Steve, Rich, and I got there Friday morning and took some crazy underwater subway from Oakland to San Francisco and then stopped at the Visitor's Center that my brother who used to live there for ten years told us to stop at to get free maps and stuff, only to be assaulted by two different homeless people, who will from here on out be known as the interesting people and that area, the interesting area, likely because I had some giant map unfolded looking for the 'you are here' spot. So we were trying to decide if we should try and walk the mile and a half to our hotel, or take a bus, or a cab, since we had our luggage. This one interesting man showed us where a bunch of cabs were waiting and then called Rich and asshole when he wouldn't give him any money.
     
    We took a cab, my first time, most horrifying ride in a car EVER!! to our hotel and dropped off our luggage since it was too early for check-in where the desk clerk, known as the sea-lion lady, gave me a map and a bus schedule, and then wandered around some nearby. Found a park with no grass, got a bagel, bookstore, found Steve an apple and an organic pumpkin, watched a dog walk into the dog groomer shop called the Bow Wow, Meow all by itself, and then walk out again later alone to check out what was going on, and then walk back inside again. The sea lion lady from the hotel called to say the room was ready so we went back over and got settled in to wait for Joey, Jeff, and Snow Dog who arrived around 1 and after much hugging and laughing at Jeff trying to park his rental car, we went to go over to some place where you can buy these groovy all-purpose bus, train, cable car passes and have some lunch with a 'special' waitress. Joey tried to wash his hands with honey, and then we went to Fisherman's Wharf and walked around some.
     
    So I'll tell you, that in San Francisco, it's all about walking and public transportation, and actually it's quite effective and easy to get around, but the busses fill up fast and then you're left to stand and hold on to these poles that run along the bus and since I'm so short, I can practically swing from them, it was all I could do not to fall and I know they were all waiting for it all weekend, but I remained upright! YAY ME!!! Rich and Steve were laughing at me when we left the airport cause the bus we took to the underground, underwater subway thing we rode on over to the interesting area, well when I sat down, my feet didn't reach the floor!
     
    We went back to the hotel and got ready for our night. We all decided to go to have dinner and see a movie so we headed out. We ate, saw American Gangster, and got a text from Trebs and when the movie was over we went to meet them in the Castro District. Finally we made it back to the hotel and it was pretty late since we were all up at some crazy hour like 4 a.m. that morning to get there and we agreed to meet at 10 a.m. the next morning. We go to eat, decide to go to Pier 39, see the sea lions, took a boat ride around the harbor and saw Alcatraz and went under the Golden Gate Bridge, etc... had lunch, took some pictures, and went back to the hotel so we could get ready for the dinner thing at Home restaurant.
     
    We ate, took a group picture, drove with them up to the Twin Peaks, saw the city at night from above, Joey made me use some self-cleaning public toilet thing, and then they dropped us off at the movie theater and we watched Dan in Real Life which was really good/a total chick flick... thanks guys Joey tried to pay me too much for his ticket and then wouldn't take his change so you know that cute skinny tie he had on? Well, I grabbed it and shoved my hand in his pocket with his change... which he promptly tried to shove down my shirt and I was like EWWWWWWWW!!!! Do you know how gross and dirty money is?! Then we went back to the hotel for the night.
     
    The next morning we decided to go over to the Exploratorium and The Palace of Fine Arts and check it ou and then we left there and walked down the harbor some only to realize we were stuck behind some yacht club, that's what they get for letting directionally challenged Viv lead the way. Took some more pics, and then we walked back to where we started and then partway down the 49 mile scenic drive route till we decided to find some lunch and Jamba Juice. Then Steve decided he wanted to go on a cable car ride so we bussed over to where you get on. So we get on this crazy cable car thing and jump off in China Town where Joey and I had to pee and ended up in the financial district which apparently is a graveyard on Sundays. Peed, took another cable car back to where we could get on a bus, but were too impatient to wait so ended up walking back to the hotel, and when we get back to the hotel, no one can decide what to do and I remembered seeing that there was a comedy club in town and Kevin Nealon from SNL was playing so we called and yes, Joey can get in, so we went.
     
    f**kING HYSTERICAL!!! and great food and I had these REALLY yummy Red Apple Martinis and then after went back to the hotel where we packed and went to bed, and then Jeff took Joey to the airport at 4 am came back to the hotel, slept a bit then took Rich, myself, and Steve to our airport, and then went back and took himself and Snow Dog when it was time, to their airport. Rich, Steve, and I had SO MUCH FUN lauging and joking in the two hours we had to wait for our plane. Rich got the pat-down from airport security, we had pizza for breakfast and Rich and Steve were talking about erections on the plane!
     
    I miss my boys already and I was doing this pitiful texting with Davey the whole weekend like... I wish you were here. I wish I was there, too. I miss you! I miss you more!
     
    Aside from that, I found out from the kids last night, that Tony, who was here babysitting for us all weekend from college, had a girl here... spending the night with him... IN MY BED!!! At least he had the consideration to wash my sheets... even if he did put the comforter on sideways.
     
    I sent Trebs some pictures Rich took to add to the SF Gallery...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  19. viv

    I'm all alone :(

    By viv,

    My Sweetie is gone for a week, I miss him and it's been one day. I miss him to the point that I'm sad enough that I hope he's not feeling like I am (which happens to us a lot) and entertaining fantasies that he's secretly coming here to surprise me.
     
    My Angel is off with hot boys in itty, bitty pants while I have something of interest to tell him. At least I know that in five more days I'll be hugging him for real again.
     
    My Luvuh ... well I have no idea where he is, and I guess by all rights, I can't really whine too much since I saw him last weekend and I'll be seeing him again next weekend, but still.
     
    Rich has been working like crazy, leading to me having to go to bed alone at 1 am and then just as I was FINALLY falling asleep, he came in and then I was so, I don't know what, that I hardly slept at all. He's home now though so we're gonna wach a movie in a minute.
     
    I saw this in the newspaper today on my break. I don't normally read the paper, or comics for that matter, but this one was SO freaking funny/right on that I had to share it with you guys.
     

     
    I recently, FINALLY, saw The Broken Hearts Club, and I LOVE that movie! Fantastic!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  20. viv

    me too, completely...

    By viv,

    One last thing I beg you please, just before you go
    I've watched you fly on paper wings half way round the world
    until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down
    Landing somewhere far from here with no one else around
    To catch you falling down
    And I'm looking at you now
     
    And I can't tell if you're laughing
    Between each smile there's a tear in your eye
    There's a train leaving town in an hour
    It's not waiting for you and neither am I
     
    Swing for the fences son, he must have told you once
    That was a conversation you took nothing from so
    Raise your glass now and celebrate exactly what you've done
    Just put off another day of knowing where you're from
    You can catch up with yourself if you run
     
    And I can't tell if you're laughing
    Between each smile there's a tear in your eye
    There's a train leaving town in an hour
    Its not waiting for you and neither am I
     
    Is this the life that you lead?
    Or the life that's led for you?
    Will you take the road thats been laid out before you
    Will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?
    Somewhere else tonight...
     
    And I can't tell if you're laughing
    Between each smile there's a tear in your eye
    There's a train leaving town in an hour
    It's not waiting for you and neither am I
     
    And I can't tell if you're laughing
    Between each smile theres a tear in your eye
    Theres a train leaving town in an hour
    Its not waiting for you and neither am I
     
     
    Rise Against - Paper Wings...
     
    So my angel told me to listen to this song and... I'm not sure which emotion I feel the most when I listen to it (over and over again cause I'm weird like that and have musical issues ) but there's just something about it. Mostly it sounds like someone who's fed up and giving up on someone else... then again, maybe the person they're giving up on, is me. I dunno...
     
    So in 8 more days, I'll be hugging my boys!!! I cannot freaking wait! There's only a few things that would make this trip to San Francisco better... one is if Dave and Chris were gonna be there, and the other is if it wasn't just some vacation for them...
     
    I'm gonna go against the general population here, and talk about something that is probably nothing you want to hear about, but... I need to get this off my chest. Motivational tampons... :wacko: I'm not kidding... they come in these wrappers that say things like 'Don't let your period be captain', 'Win or lose, all that matters is that you play', and 'Be strong'. By the end of the box, I was like... f**K OFF! Ugh... what idiot thought of that?!
     
    Moving on... I spent last Saturday night with some guy named Jason who said amazingly inspirational things like 'Prepare to continue going straight' For the directionally challenged, like me, it was rather obtrusive, but whatever it takes to get to my Luvuh right? Anyway, he saw me in 'mom mode'... hope it wasn't too scary, though it couldn't possibly have been any worse than the sqwalking chicken in the back seat so... I think the cuckoo clock has the right idea
     
    Laptop update... Rich bought a new hard drive and installed it, but since it had Windows XP preinstalled when I bought it, all I have is a Windows Vista upgrade disk that I was too whiny to actually use before, so now I'm forced to use it and it's weird and different and I'm only halfway lost around my own computer... so I'm being mostly babyish about the whole thing. We have the old hard drive still with ALL MY STUFF on it so we can go get the data retrieved for the low, low price of somewhere between $150 and $500, depending how much Rich managed to 'break it some more' while trying to 'fix' it.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  21. viv

    well, hell...

    By viv,

    I was going to write all about how my son came home with these papers in his backpack that say that a first grader, thus far into the school year, should be reading 30 words in 60 seconds and that when tested, he reads 27 words in 14 seconds. Now I know that I'm math challenged, I'll be the first to step up and say so, but if I'm right... that means he reads four times faster than he should. Further, by the end of the school year, they should be able to read 60 words in 60 seconds, which he, again if my math is correct, is reading twice that many right now.
     
    Can't do that however... because I remembered hearing somewhere that you get your intelligence from your mother, and so I went and Googled that, to double check and randomly came across this other thing which I found SO humorous and utterly necessary, that I had to link it here. It's a LOT of reading, I'll admit, but it's the opposite side of the coin for most of you, and someone needs to tell these people this information! I believe, most, if not all of the time, that the best way to deal with an uncomfortable and potentially argumentative situation, is to understand the other person's side and then you'll know better how to combat it and what motivates their opinions and thoughts.
     
    That said, this might be useful for some of you... The Straight Person's Guide To Gay Ettiquette
     
    So the anthology is up, YAY! Steve is missing *POUT* but you know... priorities, right? I'm proud of him for doing what he's doing, so I suppose *sigh* I can deal with his name being absent from the list.
     
    I thought I was gonna have to be without my Davey for a few days, but as it turns out, he got stormed in and had to miss the ridiculously unnecessary training meeting he was scheduled to be at. Come on people! The man is The Captain after all! Sheesh!
     
    My daughter and I decided that Justin Timberlake looks a LOT like my brother, the older one, especially when he smiles. Silly really.
     
    GASP! In weirder news... Randomly the other day while I was bored, I searched my name on Yahoo, and there was a link to Wikipedia so I was like WTF?! I clicked the link, and there my name is on a list of famous people in California as an Author!! Imagine my shock and surprise right?! So you know, one of my friends was like, "Viv, that's badass!" and another was like, "That's cool." I told him it would be cooler if it were, oh, I don't know, true perhaps... and he said, " It's on wiki, that makes it so!" I love him and I guess I am an author, even if not in the sense that I get paid to write and publish my books for people to buy in bookstores and hold in their pretty little hands. Anyway, so there my name is under lots of famous others, and when I clicked it, there was no information listed about me. So, once I got over freaking out about how someone added my name to this list and wondering who the hell would do that, I wondered if I should add some info about myself there... what do you guys think?
     
    Anyway, I whined to Dave and he went all detective on my ass and told me it was someone in Baltimore that added me, which coincidentally is where my Justin Timberlake, look-a-like brother lives, but I don't know if it was him, or some weird random coincidence that his neighbor did it.
     
    Laptop = STILL broken
     
    When I got home this afternoon from work, Zoey woke up when I walked in the door and stood up and stretched and jumped off the couch and trotted, as only a kitten can, across the living room and jumped up on the other couch before climbing up the back of it to get to the shelf I was standing by so I could cuddle her and then proceeded to purr for the next twenty minutes through me changing clothes and checking email and messaging my Sweetie, and she was all snuggling and lovey, and We love Zoey!
     
    I'm glad my angel is going to San Francisco with us... maybe his fancy new camera can make me look good and you know.. .not pregnant like this young 17 year old girl I work with, who I'm trying very hard to convince myself doesn't know any better, asked me if I was, and when I looked appalled and said, "NO!" she had the class to say, "Are you sure?"
     
    Tomorrow is hump day so take full advantage, kay?
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  22. viv

    I should, you know...

    By viv,

    ...blog since it's been so long. For that I can only blame ALL OF YOU! KIDDING! Relax... I just meant that I've been spending SO much time in the last two weeks getting the last chapter of FBTE finished and then Part 3 of UTBOS done by the deadline for the anthology. It was down to the wire... literally! Like... type, type, type, send to Steve for html-ing (like my new verb?), shower, work, come home, name the thing, send it into CJ mere minutes before the deadline. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it when it comes out on the 15th, cause I worked my ass off to get it done in time in the midst of GREAT STRESS~! :wacko:
     
    What GREAT STRESS you ask? Well, Rich had to go away for four days to Indiana for work, leaving me home with the kids by myself, which was fine. I took the four days off from work so I could be home with them. It was the first time EVER in the almost 15 years we've been together that we have been apart more than like... 36 hours? So it was weird... but the kids kept me company, cause the first morning I woke up with both of them in my bed with me. So, anyway, Rich asked if he could take my laptop with him and I was like :wacko: and he told me to quit being a baby, that he would take care of it, that it's not like he wants to have anything happen to it, that I could use his while he was away to write my story. So I left it with, "If you lose it, break it, change it, get it stolen... DEATH!!! ALL MY STUFF!!!!" Well first night he gets to the hotel and calls me up and says... "So, umm... something's wrong with your computer," and I was like... "You SO better be f**king with me right now!" and he's like "Uhhhh, wish I was?"
     
    Needless to say, four days later I picked him up from the airport with my BROKEN laptop and ARGHHHHHHHHHHH! So now we're trying to figure out how to save ALL MY STUFF before taking it to get fixed under my warranty. UGH!
     
    3 weeks to the big San Francisco Summit.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. Davey's home tomorrow! I need a dose of him.
  23. viv

    For Billy... <3

    By viv,

    Since you asked so nicely
     
    So there has been much penis talk lately... (in regards to the final chapter of FBTE) Thank you to all who contributed, since we all know I lack such parts... though I am rather fluent in... oh nevermind
     
    So I'm not sure how you guys are going to feel about 'The End' but it feels like it's time. There has been much debate about 'how' to end a story, or what is the best or most fulfilling way for the reader. Even Rich, who never reads , I know... trust me, has an opinion on this. One which I happen to disagree with So now that I'm ready to say 'The End' and I know what I'm writing, I'm interested to hear what you think on the matter.
     
    As a reader, do you prefer an ending that has every detail spelled out, no room left to imagine? If it's a high school story, which this is, do you feel it's a requirement to get the characters through prom and graduation?
     
    OR
     
    Do you prefer an ending that allows you to really believe that the characters are in a certain frame of mind or state of the heart, and just know that they are happy and fulfilled, and what happens beyond that is left up to your imagination?
     
    Also, side bonus for those of you who have waited, and WAITED, AND WAITED.... for 'The End'... It will likely be double the length of a normal chapter so get ready. Now's the time, too, if you are in the camp where it has been SOOOOOOO damn long since you read it and you need to refresh. I'll apologize for the... horrid things I need to fix and haven't had the time to do so yet.
     
    I HAVE to get started on UTBOS - Part 3 which is due in... 13 days :o OMG!
     
    I spent a HUGE amount of time yesterday watching 'So You Think You Can Dance' on MTV. It was the whole last season, one episode after another all day and finally ending at midnight. I LOVE dancing, so it was fun, even if the one judge had scary, humongous teeth, and I was sorta sad Neil didn't win, but if he had to lose, I suppose it's best he lost to someone who was amazing, and she deserved to win, also.
     
    Someone called me a writer yesterday He's pretty damn special to me, so it made me smile... I think I responded that it was nice he thought so, would be nice if some publishers thought so, too.
     
    I'm PISSED about some shit at work, it's a REALLY long and boring story, so I'll spare you, but the moral of this untold story is... It pays to be honest, and good at what you do, and know your shit, cause when it comes down to someone above you having to choose a side... you tend to win No worries... we all know how I hate losing.
     
    I'm off to write one story or another, and edit something, and wait for my sweetie
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  24. viv

    illustrations...

    By viv,

    So, gosh... it's been a long time since I blogged.
     
    Both my kids had a birthday in the last week leaving the tally at: Daughter - 12, Son - 6.
     
    So, Friday was my daughter's birthday and we were going to take her out to dinner at a restaurant, her choice, and we were waiting for Rich to get home from work so we could go. My daughter comes running inside to tell me that this girl that used to live next door to us for a few months, but has since moved out into a hotel, put makeup on my new car. I go running out there, and sure enough there is liquid foundation in several spots on my new car... (out of curiosity, how long do you get to call it your 'new car' for?) so I take some pictures and then clean it off so it won't ruin the paint, at which point, Rich called to say he was on his way home from work and I told him what had just happened and he was MAD and said I should call the police, and after much discussion, I do, and then proceed to stand there and wait for an hour and a half for them to show up. I explain what happened (again) since I had already explained it all, down to what the girl was wearing and where she lived now, to the lady on the phone when I called. They looked at my picture and said they would 'try' and go talk to her mother and that if I see her in the neighborhood again, that I should call them (and presumably wait another hour and a half for them to show up) so they can tell her she doesn't belong here since she's no longer a resident.
     
    Now if you want to know *why* this girl would put make-up on my car... that is another story entirely. From here on out we'll call her 'J' a.k.a. Hooker Girl. So 'J' and her family moved in next door and she is a year older and a grade ahead of my daughter making her, at the time, 12 and in the 7th grade. So my daughter and her best friend, who lives three doors down and across the street, tried to befriend her, thinking 'she's our age and goes to school with the best friend', but as it turns out, 'J' is a pot smoking, cigarette smoking, dresses like a hooker, told my daughter she was going to the doctor to have an abortion, boy crazy, can't even go to the regular Jr. High cause all the girls there want to kick my ass for being such a... child. So my daughter's best friend was told by her mother that she wasn't allowed to hang out with 'J' and I agreed, too. Thing is... it's pretty hard to make that happen when you live next door without keeping my own kids shut inside which isn't really fair to them, so I said that she should be nice, but stay in our yard, etc. Well it turned into a whole 'I can't play with you if she's there' thing with the best friend, so my daughter ended up saying she couldn't play with 'J' either, which was just fine with me, and then drama ensued. Name calling, threats, acting like... no 12 year old should ever be allowed to act, and my daughter and her friend asking me to watch them walk three houses down and across the street cause they don't feel safe in their own neighborhood anymore. Well, they finally moved out into a hotel, and then it was summertime, and 'J' kept showing up in the neighborhood to 'visit her friends' I was told, and my daughter would want to play outside and ultimately ended up trying to be nice and talk to her again. Again, drama ensued in the form of older boys stopping to talk to the 'Hooker Girl' and one boy riding past on his skateboard and yelling at her, "You're an H!" and she asked, "What did you call me?" and he repeated himself and she said, and I quote, "You're so dumb, it's WHOR..." and I was done... FINISHED! Of course, it came with the standard, 'that's not fair'; and 'it's not my fault' complaints which resulted in the 'it's my job to keep you safe and hanging out with her is not safe, so the answer is NO!' speech accompanied by the one that goes ' you know the boys only like her cause she dresses like a hooker' speech. Harsh, I know, but totally true. Anyway, so 'J' is obviously mad and hurt, but whatever... not really my problem, and I have gone WAY out of my way to be understanding and nice to her and talk to her Mom, etc... moving on.
     
    Anyway, Tuesday was my son's birthday and we were grocery shopping the weekend before and I asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted me to make him and he said, "Strawberry, with pink frosting." Now, the beauty of this is, that for, gosh, a long time now, Davey and a few of my other boys have been joking around that he is 'so gay' and mostly it's little stories and sterotypical occurances that they pick up on and joke about and we have fun. So, I told Davey that my son wanted a strawberry cake with pink frosting and he said, "That's my boy! " and Jeff said, "LOL, little queer!" and we were all having a good laugh about it and Rich was like "You guys need to stop before you give him a complex or something." But he knows in the end, he'll be what he is, regardless, plus it's not like we're saying it where he can hear it, we're on the phone or chatting so, no worries. So, I make the cake and frost it and I put sprinkles on it, and Rich is like.. sprinkles? So I said, "Heck yes! Us queers like things sparkly!" and he was like So we're sitting down to eat and I ask my son if he wants to know a secret and of course he does, so I lean down and whisper to him that I put sprinkles on the cake and he was SO DAMN excited. So excited, in fact, that he has to get up three times while we're eating to check if the cake is still in the refridgerator So while we're eating, we're discussing a birthday party for them and possible themes, and out of nowhere my son says, "I want a rainbow party!" so I smirked and looked right at Rich who was trying SO hard not to laugh and said, "Rainbow you say?" HAHAHAHA!
     
    So today I had jury duty, first time ever. I get there at like 7:20 a.m. and park in the parking structure and then walk the block over to the courthouse and check in and pick up the blue brochure to read, and read it as instructed to do and wait, and finally at 8:15, some girl comes out to go through some power point presentation about how it all works and the rules and show us a video for all the idiots who didn't read the blue pamphlet. They call some people, not me though, and I sit there reading my book that Dhruv sent me for my birthday all the way from India and then they call some more people, again, not me, and I read more and then they dismiss us for lunch so I walk the block back to the parking structure with Kathy, the lady I met on the way in and spent all day with, and we went to lunch for two hours and then walked the block back to the courthouse where they told us they still weren't sure if they needed us and to expect another announcement by 2:30 p.m. So at 2:45 they come out and announce that another courthouse in our county called and needed more prospective jurors and so if we lived in one of the following cities, which I did, that we were required to go there and check in. So I drove over there, 45 minutes in traffic to get there, and check in at 3:30 p.m. and at 4 p.m. they took us to see a judge who explained the case would be three or four days long and if anyone couldn't serve he would listen to their reasons why and decide whether or not to excuse them. After I listened to about ten people say financial hardship, business owner, health problems, my grandma died, etc... I raised my hand and said, "I'm a mother with two kids and work nights so I can pick them up after school while my husband is at work, and they are 6 and 12," and he said, "You're excused." at 4:30 p.m. and I was home by 5 p.m.
     
    So since I was there all day, Rich had to take a two hour lunch today, as opposed to the normal half hour he takes, so he had to stay late and just called me at 9:30 p.m. to say he was on his way home. So I didn't cook, and instead opted for fast food tonight, and needless to say my choldren are now grounded for the weekend, my daughter for the exact same thing as last time and my son for lying to me. :wacko:
     
    In other, much more exciting news, the last and final chapter of FBTE is halfway written and will be extra long for all of you have waited such a long time to see what happens to Stephen and Jesse. I hope it will live up to all your expectations... and should hopefully be done in a week, and then I can get UTBOS - Part 3 done for the anthology!
     
    So, about this book Dhruv sent. I'm horribly invested in the story now, and a third done, and while it is set in a different culture and therefore hard to follow sometimes because of my lack of knowledge of that culture, it's not hard to figure out and I'll say that in the 104 pages I have read so far, I have been more saddened than I have been in a while. I have another 200 pages to go, so we'll see what happens, but for anyone who's interested, the book is called, The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini.
     
    I'm off to argue with myself about which I should do, read more or write more...
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    P.S. Gigantic welcome home hugs to Jonny and Chris!
  25. viv

    layers...

    By viv,

    My angel ... Dezlboi, surprised me today with something that really touched my heart. Maybe it's cause I know the circumstances from which this was born, but it's also so much more than that. You know when you know someone, you love them, and you watch them struggle and grow through hard situations only to come out the other side stronger than before? It's like... I'm PROUD of him for doing what he needed to do, and though he's not singing to me, he means every word. I can feel the bravery, the struggle, the want in him as I listen to his amazing voice tell me the story.
     
    So, he is playing the music, and singing as well, a song that's one of his favorites, and when you peel back the layers to see it for what it really is and what it stands for, I find it beautiful and I was so touched that he did this for me... little me
     
    Listen and hopefully you aren't crying like I was, but totally good tears. Thanks, Angel! I love you bunches!
     
     
     
     
    The song is "Work" by Jimmy Eat World.
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