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Friday, November 18, 2005

A new place for my stuff!

I am very excited to announce that I have moved my blog to my very own URL!!!!

So please click here for my continued bloggy thoughts.

It's a work in progress but it looks cool (I can take zero credit for that!) and I will no longer post on blogger.com.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Utter Randomness

(Please click the emotion links when you have finished reading as I wish to spread the joy…)

In a rare display of self-centered behavior (sniff sniff…do you smell sarcasm?) I re-read a couple of my last blog entries to see how interesting I am. I was horrified to discover that I have the occasional missing word or incomplete thought. Who the hell is writing this blog because I’m way too cool for these typographical errors? I suppose that I get ahead of myself sometimes and just fail to see what I have typed because I’m thinking it just fine.

I’m very narcoleptic today. I just want to sleep. However, payroll must be completed.

Tonight the Dallas Stars play the Mighty Ducks at 9:30 p.m. Dallas time. I hate the Ducks. I know that there are probably Duck fans out there that hate the Stars and that’s fine. But Talented Writer Sis-in-Law and our hubbies went to Round 2 Game 2 of the Stanley Cup semi-finals that pitted the Ducks versus the Stars and the calling of penalties was so lopsided it was insane.

Also, Lost is on tonight. I am a little cheesed that they are going to cover the back half of the plane. Don’t get me wrong….I really want to know their story but dang it Sawyer is unconscious. Shannon was shot by that be-otch Anna Lucia (it was an accident sure but still!). Sayid is ticked AND he saw Walt in the jungle. Since the back-halfers have found the mid-sectioners that means Rose and Bernard will be reunited and I am dying to see that (grab some tissues). I am quite interested in Mr. Echo’s story for sure. AND HEY…what happened w/ that numbers guy whose name I can’t remember. He darted off into the woods like a friggin stag and so where did he go and what is he doing? Did the Others get him?

I want to plug TWSIL's poem.....and Rebekah is posting beautiful work for her Art Everyday Month....it is super creative and beautiful stuff with great stories tied to them.

Anyway…back to work…..GO STARS!


Monday, November 14, 2005

Work til you Forget

I swear I'm so busy sometimes that I completely forget what I'm doing!

I came home tonight all happy because I had all my timesheets and I knew once I got the man and the girl fed and laundry going in the dryer I could prop my feet up and start working payroll while I watch the Cowboy's game. So here I sit...with no way to do work of any kind because my thumb drive is missing. I'm certain I left it plugged into my computer at work, but I simply can't remember. It's not like there is anything highly sensitive on the (TOUCHDOWN COWBOYS!) drive, but there are several spreadsheets that I've been working on for a couple of weeks (a continuously growing budget) and some payroll items I need. But the sheer fact that I truly cannot remember the last time I had it bothers me. Further, I promise I looked to see if it was plugged into the machine today and don't remember it being there. It is supposed to be a keychain but I have the keyring of a high school janitor so that didn't work for me. I shouldn't be so worried about it (Talented Writer Sis-in-Law has reason to freak if her's goes missing since I know she has manuscript parts and pieces on hers....and hubby carries HUGE thumb drives...like a gig of space on them so they are pricey) since mine cost maybe $30 and I could replace the work since I emailed the last revision of the budget to the boss...it's just that I feel old and somewhat panicky that I truly have no idea what happened to it. It further bothers me that I am this worried about it when I haven't verified that it's not at work.

I've decided that I am becoming completely transfixed by Ancient Egyptian artifacts of Anubis. I have not reason for this other than I love the look ... nothing quite says cool like the head of a jackal, eh? haha! Anubis, the Egyptian god of the dead, was the guide of the dead as they made their way through the darkness of the underworld. There's all kinds of little Anubis boxes and pictures etc. on eBay and I keep hinting around regarding a decor change to my hubby (what's wrong with a little Anubis and Isis?) My dear hubby has informed me that Tut's Tomb will not be making an appearance in our living room...(maybe our bath?)....

My dear small bird had her first Art Society meeting tonight. She was very happy and excited about it. They are starting to plan activities for the year and she was pleased to be a charter member of the very first Art Society in her elementary school.

I suppose I will wrap up and watch the Cowboys and fold laundry. I must mention that I was completely depressed with the Redskins loss by lousy point to the Bucs last night. (sob) But it was a super good football game.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Woof. Purr.

I have this overwhelming duality today. I want to lounge in bed and stretch all the way across it sideways and I want to go for a stroll in the park. I feel like a million bucks but I might be catching a cold. I'm happy that I have a million things to do at work but I detest not being able to leave yet. I want to eat a whole can of pear halves...but only between bites of chips and salsa. It'll make for a remarkably interesting evening for my hubby for sure. I'll want him to pamper me while I wait on him hand and foot! haha!


Talented Writer Sis-in-Law is revamping her blog and it looks really cool. You should check it out and tell her what you think! It's very bright and the fonts are great.

I've officially had no cigarettes for eight weeks today. It's starting to not bother me much any more. I have moments where I'd love to smoke and then there are times where it disgusts me to smell it. Today I had lunch at a place called Addison Point that is really just a bar. (But the food is really pretty good!) Well my hair now smells like smoke. It's grossing me out and making me wish for a pack at the same time (again with the duality).

Aw hell...boss needs me.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Pride and Fury

It never ceases to amaze me how much joy and pride your children can provide. And just one drop of these emotions weighs at least one hundred times the cases of worry and anger they furnish as well. My small bird (aside from being a figure skater) has always been something of an artist. (Again, a trait that must come from my spouse because it’s usually all I can do to write in barely legible English.) She has always been enamored of paints, markers, crayons, and colored pencils. Not so much on clay or sculpting…just put color to paper and go for it. She is always the ‘pet’ of the art teacher and it’s always her favorite “special”. Last week all of the fourth and fifth grade students received an invitation from the art teacher to submit a piece of original art to be judged by the K-3 staff. The selected students would be the 2005-2006 Art Society for the school and have meetings and go on outings and paint and sculpt and draw, etc. The small bird was WAY excited about this and announced that her medium would be watercolors and we needed to go shopping for “proper paper”. The artwork was due Monday and the judging was yesterday with the results announced today.

All of the work had to follow a theme. The theme was “Our School is the Path to Success”. She painted a school bus climbing a steep hill toward a sign that read “success” pointing upward. The rays of the sun beat down on the sign and the path beyond the sign. It is quite remarkable and, again, I’m always amazed at her ability.

Today my bird called me VERY excited and told me that she is, indeed, a member of this year’s Art Society!! I was so proud and happy for her. Her sweet voice announcing, “Momma! I made it! I’m on the Art Society!” will give me a grin and a happy tear for the next few days for sure.

And thank the Lord for that because I’ve spent the greater part of this afternoon in an absolute fit about some mess at work. In order not to slam the innocent, I must say that sometimes people’s attempts to exercise control over others is so downright enraging that I want to flail and punch. Fortunately, all the altercation I was involved in was verbal and the questionable party didn’t make an appearance in our office today. So when I went to the boss and informed him of my conversation and concerns I was told that I had been lied to. So now I’m REALLY pissed. I am not perfect (by far) and I know I make mistakes and I’m swamped (I run this office as well as doing all the payroll, billings, contracts, etc AND support the boss and our sales person) and I know that everyone wants to “help me”…but the path to Hell is paved with good intentions. So if we’re gonna play Devil’s Advocate … BRING IT because I know I can play better than anyone else here.

I also found this picture of Josh Holloway today and, frankly, he’s so beautiful it makes me squirm….so I’m sharing it.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Good God I love Hockey Players


I try very hard not to be a walking hormone. After all, I'm a responsible married person with a child! But when those hockey players hit the ice I can't help it. I mean...LOOK at them!

The Dallas Stars played one awesome game last night, beating the Edmonton Oilers 4-0. Marty Turco had an amazing game. I love it when he serves up shut outs. It's further amazing with the new rules and everything. The instances of the shut out goalie performance are decreasing rapidly.

The Small Bird made it through the second period and then crashed on the couch. She's impressively picking up the rules and how the game works. She's finally old enough to really sit for a period of time and pay attention to something and since hockey games move so quickly she has no problem watching (until we get to about 9 p.m. haha!) and learning. She did ask for a clarification on what a "delayed penalty" was last night. She was also very concerned about the number of penalties in the first period. "Just let them play!" she yelled. My sentiments exactly. 8-}

Well, I'm about to starve to death so I suppose I'll go get hubby and get some lunch. We have to go buy fish food too which means a trip to Dallas North Aquarium. I love that place. They have awesome fish.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

A Sit-Spin

Hooray! My sweet skater girl can do her sit-spin! This is a very important part of passing her next test. She's really been struggling with it since it takes such a large amount of leg strength to achieve. As the name suggests, you have to be able to sit almost all the way down on the ice while spinning around about 498 times faster than a normal person can stand AND THEN stand back up without falling (and continuing to spin of course). She's been very frustrated lately and seeming discouraged and its been really making me sad. So her ability to finally complete it with some regularity today was a big step forward.

She loves to skate. She's also now at a level where it takes A LOT of work to pass tests to go forward (and it won't get any easier, of course). She is such a small thing that the elements that take strength are hard for her. Most of the difficult spins are strength elements. Jumping is all about alignment and keeping your self tightly together. One of her coaches uses the praise "like you are being sucked through a straw" to describe the in-flight portion of jumps. She has all of her one rotation jumps down and now she's working on stringing them together in combinations. Very exciting!

She's also participating in "Rudolph On Ice" which will be in December. She's super excited about it. It's like our very own Disney on Ice! My Small Bird is going to be a mouse in the "Woodland Creatures" portion of the program. All the girls are working hard on being the best group in the production. Each of the skating rinks is sending a team to 'represent' them...of course it's not a competition, only a show for entertainment. But, anyway, it's going to be really cool and their program is a little over 6 minutes! They will all be gassed when it's over!

My sister has managed to NOT go in to labor or perform any odd childbirth rituals on herself, thank the Lord. Tomorrow we're throwing her baby shower so hopefully we can keep her entertained and still the whole time. I'm a realist and as such the gift I'm giving her is diapers and wipes and a lot of both! Those are always the things that suck up all the money from your budget with a new baby and there's nothing like a stash that was free for the new parents!

Last, my beloved Dallas Stars are showing how awful they can be one day followed by how amazing they can be the next day. The Kings trashed them and then they killed the Blackhawks. They play the Colorado Av's in about a half an hour...GO STARS!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Self-Cesarean

I suppose a small amount of background information would be helpful before I get into this…

I am the oldest of four girls. The two youngest of sisters are pregnant. One is supposed to be due in December the other in February, both with little girls. For some time now, we’ve been quite suspicious that my niece who was predicted to appear in December would probably be pretty early. My sister has looked farther along than her due date suggested from the moment she started getting baby-belly. Combine that with the fact that it’s been a pretty horrible pregnancy (high blood pressure, a terrible allergic reaction to an unfortunate bee incident, etc etc.) we knew it was possible the doctor would schedule this delivery to end the woe and torment.

On Monday my sis started having contractions. Since the doctor still thinks this baby is coming in December, they call her and she says go to the ER. They follow her instructions, get labor stopped and monitor the baby closely all night because her heart rate was a little slow. Finally satisfied that all is well her doctor releases her and puts her on strict bed rest for the remaining duration of the pregnancy.

Now…all of us are high-energy, loud, overly active people. But this particular sister of mine is definitely running on a hemi while the rest of us are V-8s. (I don’t know shit about cars….this may have no meaning …how ‘bout power…this sister is the F-14 while the rest of us are 747s. Hell, they are all jets….I have no idea if any of this makes sense so I’m going to quit.) This is something close to a death sentence for her. Combine this with a 3-year-old son that she is trying to keep up with and a husband who is a lot like her and she’s huge and pregnant and now subjected to bed and she’s pretty unhappy.

My mother informed me last night that she would be attending the follow up appointment today with sister and brother-in-law and that she would call with an update. Fortunately, all is well. Mom and baby are doing fine and (surprise) the baby is turned all the way down and is looking like she’s preparing to make an appearance soon.

Then my mother informs me of the following conversation. My sister, elated to be out of bed, nearly runs into the doctor’s office. The nurses and staffers recognize her and welcome her and her husband. There are also several pregnant women (some with men in tow who, like my brother-in-law, are probably wondering why they wanted children) in the waiting area. My sister has the following conversation with the nurse and one polite fellow preggy:

Sister: “HI!!!”

Nurse: “Hi, sweetie! How are you feeling?”

Sister: “Well, if the doctor doesn’t take me off of this damn bed rest today I am going home and performing a self-cesarean.”

Nurse: (pause) Oh my.

Pregnant Lady: “Oh honey. How long have you been on bed rest?”

Sister: “Since Monday.”

According to my mother, this brought the house down. And I hope its ½ as funny a read and it was to hear the story.

My niece will be here soon and I can’t wait. But I think my sister is close to refusing to wait any longer.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Breeders Cup and an Exploding Cup


I'm going to bore those who aren't horsie fans with my ponies first....or I suppose you can skip this and move on to the explosion story!

Well, needless to say, I didn't do very well betting wise at the Breeders Cup this year but it's okay. I had a total blast watching the races and I just love the sweet horsies.

Folklore won the Juvenile Fillies. I was very disappointed in Diamond Omi's last place finish. And if Wild Fit had not had such a HORRIFIC trip around the race track she certainly would have won.

Stevie Wonderboy won the Juvenile impressively. He is big, rangy colt and looked gorgeous. I still say First Samurai is next year's Kentucky Derby winner if he stays healthy. But you never know, Wonderboy could break the Juve/Derby jinx.

Intercontinental was amazing going wire to wire in the Fillies & Mares Turf.

I can't say how disappointed I was that Lost in the Fog didn't win the Sprint but Silver Train ran his heart out was definitely the best that day.

Artie Schiller beat Leroidesanimaux in the Mile in what I thought was the best race of the day.

The Distaff turned into a longshot fest with Pleasant Home leading the way home for a price.

The horses came from over the pond to run in the Turf and they finished 1-2-3-4 with Scirocco winning over Ace, Azamour, and Bago.

And St. Liam certainly wrapped up horse of the year by winning the Classic over Flower Alley and Perfect drift.


And now....exploding cups.

Today I had about 24906438634 errands to run for the boss. Everything I did took about 20 minutes longer than it should have and I decided I was going to lunch before I went back to the office. I called my hubby and asked what he felt like for lunch. After deciding that a call in to On The Border was the best choice, I finished running and then stopped off at OTB on my way to hubby's office so we could eat together. I was frustrated and ready to be still and what should have been:

1. Run inside

2. Pay

3. Leave

Turned in to:

1. Run inside

2, 3, 4, 5. Wait

So I finally got our food. Moving quickly from frustrated to downright pissed off, I get me, my keys, my purse, our bag of food, and two large cokes into the car. Now, when OTB says "large cokes" they mean it. These two cups were approximately the size of Big Gulps. (Who needs that much fluid in one sitting, I ask you?) Each cup barely fits into the two cup holders in my husband's Olds.

Certainly the engineers at Olds or whomever is responsible thought that they were saving great space when they put one cup holder in the console and one between the steering wheel and the window for the driver. If you are driving at high rates of speed and have your hands properly situated at ten and two then a simple extension of the pinky finger will allow you to make actual contact with your beverage. And, I dare say, if you have large hands, you could actually grip your cup with your fingers while steering with your thumb. There's only one problem. Cups are either too large or too small to actually fit in the cup holder. (I haven't tried a real live can of beer but that is probably what fits since it's such a good idea to drink beer and drive.)

So (although, my audience I'm sure you are guessing what is about to happen) I begin the 2 mile trek from OTB to OFC of HUB.

I'm beginning to relax and look forward to the meal. I can smell my chicken nachos as I drive and I'm hoping that they remembered my extra jalapenos. I'm also on my cell phone telling hubby I'll be there in 2 and 2. Just then the car in front of me decides that the lane is inappropriate and performs the single worst lane change on the face of the earth. (It wasn't like the way Talented Writer Sis-in-Law changes lanes. When she changes lanes you actually create a small ripple in the space-time continuum and sort of morph from the lane you are in to the lane she wants to be in. It's breathtaking I tell you. No; this moron sort of half changed, changed back and then swerved into the right lane. It sucked.)

So, thinking that there may be more idiocy to follow, I tapped my brakes. Not slammed. Not even pushed. I tapped them. At that precise moment, the Big Gulp sized styrofoam cup of coke starts to fall over in slow motion. Every muscle in my body froze as I tried to avoid the non-lanechanger, watch for the light to turn yellow as I drove through a busy intersection and not look away from the road, and not drop my cell phone. The cup sort of rolls off the cup holder and into my lap where it somehow stays intact.

Struggling to grab the cup and still drive it leaves a trail of coke from mid thigh to mid-shin as it continues it's path to the floor where, upon impact, it explodes. I now have a puddle of coke the size of Lake Superior on the floor under my feet being semi-absorbed by my pant leg.

I think I screamed every cuss word I know in about 1.3 seconds. This fit also resulted in hanging up on my hubby.

I have nothing wonderful to report at the end of this story except tonight I get to clean the floor of hubby's car. He did come downstairs with four paper towels in an attempt to help but neither of us had anything remotely absorbent enough to take care of the mess. I'm going to need at least 45 chamois to get it all out.

The nachos were good, by the way and they did remember my extra jalapenos.