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Today’s horroscope

….Nevertheless, remember that you cannot burn the candle at both ends. Don’t wait until it’s too late; stop and get some much-needed rest.

I thought that is what weekends were supposed to be for.

Got much painting done at Duckie’s today. I’d say it was a good enough workout to make up for not getting to the gym.

My brilliant self, trying to be the good new employee, volunteered to help out for an hour at orientation tomorrow (held every Monday for new hires). So I get to be there at 7am again. What was I thinking?!?!

Happy pills?

Root canals suck, in case you didn’t know. Part two was completed yesterday, and she wasn’t lying when she warned me it would be a longer appointment. I think I was in that chair for close to 2 hours. And dammit my jaw and gums hurts today. Don’t even want to imagine what it would feel like without the pain pills.

My parents have been up here this week to look at some houses with my brother. Added bonus was that Dad has shown my Mazda a few times (no offers yet though). AND I finally have shelves in my office closet, thanks to him!

Yesterday I was completely useless. Today I am just completely lazy.

No! No!! No!!!

Dammit all to hell. My wishful thinking that it was just a hallucination failed me. As if I wasn’t having enough issues with sleeping, this certainly won’t help matters any. I found inarguable proof tonight in my pantry.

I’m having flashbacks to terrible, awful, horrifying memories of living in the trailer. I’m scared to reach for anything in my pantry. I have reverted to stomping through the kitchen, turning on all the lights, and banging on the walls as I approach.

I have a mouse (I prefer to think of it in the singular) in my house. Angry

Hey, it’s good to be back home again!

Holy hell, that was a long trip. I took 3 vacation days and spent 2 of them in an airport. Literally spent ALL day Friday and ALL day Tuesday in one airport or another, being shuffled around from flight to flight, location to location, in an effort to get to my destination. Luckily Mom & Dad ended up in Austin with me after my first flight on Friday. Two full flights there so we were sent to LA to catch a flight into Vegas from there. Four flights later we finally made it on one and made our way into Vegas. Looooong day.

The wedding on Saturday was nice. Interesting to see how the herd the procession of weddings through the chapel. In and out. Bring on the next one. Everything in Vegas is about raking in a dollar I suppose.

Afterwards we went to the Hard Rock Cafe for the reception. That was a fun night. Just sillyness, a few drinks, and visiting with family. Afterwards, my niece’s girls came back with us to the hotel to swim and play for awhile.

Sunday, she and her new hubby came and spent the afternoon with us before getting ready to head out on their honeymoon. That night, we headed to the South Point Casino that was right next door to where we stayed. I got more than a little lucky on a Triple Diamond slot and hit the big jackpot….on one coin, playing 50 cents because I was cheap. But I’ll take it! Dad ended up winning $900 that night…after all his complaining about gambling. lol

We were going to go out to the strip that night, but Dilbert ended up finding a poker tournament and I was tired enough to skip it, figuring we still had one more night and could go Monday.

Barry and fam headed out Monday while Dad and I made the trip to Hoover Dam since I’d never been. It was pretty amazing and I took a ton of pictures, but DAMN it was HOT! I had no idea we’d be there that long. After sweating in the heat and walking for miles, we got back to the hotel around 5:30pm, planning to take showers and then head to the strip.

Not exactly how it happened. It was after 8pm before we got motivated and moving enough to go find the trolley stop. That ended up being more hassle than it was worth. We only ended up having about an hour on the strip before having to find our way back to the trolley before the service ended.

So, I saw mostly the same parts of the strip that I’d already seen before. We rode to Harrah’s and dropped Mom off there to play for awhile since she can’t do all that walking. Then Dad and I wandered up to the Venetian so I could see it (it was being built the last time I was there). A whole lot of buildup for nothing, if you ask me. A beautiful facade with no purpose. Then we crossed the street and headed back past Treasure Island, The Mirage, and Ceasar’s Palace. Met Mom, caught the shuttle, and headed back towards our hotel. I ended up getting off at South Point because I wanted to play a little more before we left the next day. Should’ve just gone to the hotel….that was a bust and left me getting only about 2 hours of sleep before the return to the airport marathon.

Tuesday we were at the airport by 8am CT to catch the flight to San Antonio, which was full. So they shipped us off to Phoenix then to Tulsa then a 2-hour wait to catch a flight for me to Dallas and for Mom & Dad to get back to Houston. Mom and Dad caught their flight. I did not, but was a definite for the next flight…2 more hours later. So I went out through security to sit outside and smoke for awhile, then came back in and got lunch and a (monster!) drink from TGI Fridays. Made my way back to the gate only to find out that the 6:35pm flight had been cancelled. Growl. So then I was moved to the 8pm flight . The last one of the night from there. And it was delayed until 9:40pm. I finally made it to my house at a quarter til midnight last night. What a day.

I was just completely exhausted and ended up sleeping most of today. Guess I’m using another 8 hours of vacation time for that. It was nice to see everyone, but it’s good to be home.

Everybody’s looking for something.

I crashed after work for almost an hour this evening. Normally, I’d consider a nap to be a tiny slice of heaven, but today’s was filled with a completely bizarre dream. I actually remember a quite a bit of it, which is unusual in itself.

Apparently I was having a party at my house, only it wasn’t really my house. And lots of people I know in real life were there. And some that I don’t know. One guy was already shitfaced when he arrived and was yelling and falling down and just being generally obnoxious. And everyone else seemed to think it was the greatest thing ever, but I was seriously annoyed. Then he knocked a bunch of vases and framed photos off a shelf and everything broke and I blew up and told him to get out of my house. Suddenly I was the bad guy for making him leave.

So I ended up going to my room (also not really my room) to try and calm down and determine if I was over-reacting and why everyone was being so crazy. And it turns out another guy and his girlfriend are in my bathroom. She is laying in the bathtub and he’s coloring her hair and there is hair color all over the carpet, the tile, the walls, everywhere. I start to ask what the hell they are doing and then Duckie walks in. I tell him about crazy guy, he says yeah, that was messed up and I did the right thing kicking him out. And then some of Duckie’s friends are there and apparently now Doug lives with me and has a waterbed. Anyway, he makes some joke that one of his friends takes offense to and they get into a verbal spat and the friends take off.

Then I’m in some big loft like room, which apparently is now my living room, and people are literally tearing my house apart. They’ve scribbled on the walls, the tv, the glass of all my frames, the furniture, everywhere with those big fat sharpies and one of them is urinating on my couch. I’m beyond livid and can’t make any words come out of my mouth. All I can hear is my own voice screaming at everyone inside of my head.

Then this gush of water comes tsunami-ing out of, what I presume was, Duckie’s room. Apparently his friends, in their drunken rage, decided to slash his waterbed before they took off. And suddenly everyone is laughing, loud, slow-motion cackling that I can see but not hear, and making more drinks like this is all perfectly ok. And it’s like I am not even there. So I leave my own house and go driving around for awhile.

I come back, all my friends have left, Duckie is sitting on a chair that has a leg broken off (yet isn’t tipping over) and the house literally looks like a tornado tore through the middle of it. Everything is ruined. And I find some strange woman going through my cds and dvds and taking quite a few, claiming they are hers.

Somehow now, my house is a weird version of the trailer I used to live in, only the floorplan is reversed and I have neighbors who are all standing outside, staring at me through the back wall of the trailer, which is completely ripped open. Then Red is there and hands me my camera. And my mom is telling me everything will be ok. That these things can all be replaced. And good riddance to people who would destroy me (my home?). That people shouldn’t pretend they know more than they really do. And that families are forever.

Weird, I tell you. I can’t get it out of my head.

I’m tired and I, I want to go to bed.

I had big plans today. A haircut, some shopping at Kohl’s, fresh haircolor, and a night out with Red.

Now, after the all-nighter followed by a semi-sleepless night, I’m opting for a nap and forgoing most of the previously established plans. Otherwise I’ll never make it to the night out part. And after being house-bound for weeks, that’s just not acceptable. As for the shopping, I’ve been frumpy this long, what’s one more week. Hopefully there will still be time for some color though…I’m beyond overdue and nothing cheers me up quite like Brilliant Bordeaux.

Could we please have some rain?

It is so dry and so hot here right now.  My water smells and tastes like dirt and is literally undrinkable.  I can’t even make coffee with it.  Yuck.    I just went outside to get the mail and I swear, it must be close to 100 degrees still!  The news cut-in just confirmed it’s 97 degrees out.  Ugh.

I went out for a smoke break at work this afternoon and didn’t take two puffs before I had to go back in.  The heat is hurting my lungs.   It’s completely miserable. 

I found out why my boss wanted me to keep the first week of November blocked off on my calendar.  Turns out he is sending me to Orlando for 4 days for a learning conference, with topics ranging from developing online content to LMS systems to global learning and a lot more.  He’s going, too, so as soon as the publish the schedule of sessions, we’ll have to figure out who is going to what and that sort of thing.  I’m kind of excited…I’ve never had to travel out of state for work before.

Since this will be after the big 8.9 upgrade, I may tack some travel days on before or after the conference for a little R&R while I’m there.  Not sure how exciting DisneyWorld will be by myself, but I’m willing to find out for the right price.  I need to figure that out soon because I have to get with my other boss to book travel and hotel.  Apparently the hotel tends to fill up fast for this thing.  And I have no idea how my company handles this type of expense.  Hopefully it’s not a reimbursement thing…surely not!

My parents are on an Alaskan cruise this week.  I’m still in shock that they actually did it, along with my mom’s brother, sister, and their spouses.  I hope they are having a blast and taking lots of pictures!

Why did I agree to this?

I’ve been promising to do a happy hour on “this side” of town for awhile now for me and some of my nearby friends.  Some of which have still yet to see my “new” house, which I’ve been in for almost 2 years now.  So I agreed to host a happy hour tomorrow at my house.

My house is a WRECK.  I like to blame the 14-hour days I’ve been working, but it was a mess before that, too.  It’s just REALLY bad right now.  I should be running around cleaning, but I’m not.  I’ll try to leave work a little early tomorrow so I can come home and run the vacuum and swiffer the wood floors at least.  I predict everything else will get stuffed in a drawer or closet.

This isn’t the “usual” happy hour bunch.  It’s a few blunt, no BS, call-it-like-they-see it women.  Which is just part of what makes them fun.  I invited a few others, including Mexigoalie, Nala, and Rockstar.  And Curly.  So I get a message from him today indicating he might be a little late and leave a little early because of some messages 2 of these women have been sending him, in jest, but still.  Apparently they are trying to get him to “hook up” with one of them, who is in a long-term relationship.  And they flirt endlessly with him.  And he is sooo uncomfortable about it because A) they are both married in one sense or another and B) he’s not interested.  Of course, he’s too nice to just SAY that to them.

So, he asked if I would invite Mr & Mrs Dubya, too.  Since I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to the other happy hour thing in Ft Worth….which might as well be New Mexico it’s so far away!  Mrs Dubya is pregnant.  And half the group that will be here smokes.  Which means, out of respect for her and the baby, we’ll go outside to smoke.  I know it’s petty for me to say, but it is HOT outside and I still haven’t gotten an umbrella for my patio furniture.  Not sure if they are coming or not yet.  Anyway, the point is, it should definitely be an interesting mix of people.  I’m hoping for a drama-free night…we’ll see.

Oh.  And I get to go to Miss Hut’s bridal shower at 11am on Saturday.  I don’t get up by 11am on a normal Saturday, much less after having people over the night before.  I’ll have to set about 5 alarms to make sure I’m up early enough to run by Target and pick something up from her registry.

I finally finished the last season of QAF last weekend, too.  It rocked.  I cried.  I’ll miss those silly queers.

Anyway, nothing exciting or interesting to blog about….just checking in.  I’m still alive, but just barely. 

Are you freaking kidding me?

It’s 90+ degrees outside and my AC decided to quit working.  I am not happy.  And it is hot, hot, hot in my house.  I’ve got my home warranty still so they are sending someone out tomorrow morning to take a look.  In the meantime, I’m sitting here as naked as I can get while still wearing clothes trying to stay somewhat cool by eating popsicles and sitting in front of a big fan.  Ugh.

At least we got the programs finished before everyone decided they’d had enough of the heat in my house.  lol 

As for that work I needed to be doing tonight, it’s too damned hot and I can’t concentrate on all these numbers.  So I’m reading a book instead.  Something to pass the time until the sun goes down and, hopefully, it gets a little cooler in here.

If only gak would’ve invited me to the pool. 

Welcome home, Mazzy!

We picked Mazzy up from the vet around 5pm yesterday.  When they brought her around the corner, all bandaged up and wobbly-walking, I was crying all over again.  I was soooo happy to see her up and moving, even if it was with much effort.  After our (my) emotional reunion, she couldn’t wait to get out of there.  So much so that she, against my trying to guide her the other way, walked into the glass window next to the door. 

Poor baby was still all groggy from the anesthesia and couldn’t really see yet.  I think the only reason she knew me at first was from my voice.  Her eyes were all bugged out and she just had this dazed look.   We managed to get her up into the van and then Mom joined me in crying.  Said I ought to go in there and kiss that vet!!  I would have if he’d come out with her, but as it was, I just wanted to get her home and comfortable.

I have to bring her back tomorrow afternoon to have the drain removed.  Getting her into my car is going to be a challenge.  She has a hard time anyway because of arthritis in her back right leg.  And right now, both her little legs are having a hard time supporting her.  She has some pain medicine that I’m giving her right now, but after reading the info on it, it seems to be more for arthritis than anything. 

She mostly slept last night after we got her home, which was to be expected.  She was still drugged and pretty much out of it.  Around 11pm, she got up and walked around a little so I took her outside to see if she needed to pee.  She didn’t, and walked back to the door so I let her back in and she laid back on her rug.  She wasn’t drinking any water, which they also said she might not want.  But I kept putting a little on my finger and running it around her mouth just in case she got a “taste” for it.  I gave her a few spoonfuls of canned dog food on a plate and she cleaned it off in seconds, so at least she had an appetite.  Considering she hadn’t eaten since 8pm the previous night, I wasn’t surprised by that.  😛 

She didn’t seem up for the walk back to my room.   So I figured I’d sleep on the couch.  Around 1am she sat up and was looking around.  I could tell she was still having a hard time focusing and getting her bearings, so I moved over to the chaise and pulled it parallel to her rug so I could keep an eye on her.  And so she could see that she wasn’t alone.  She finally laid back down and slept for awhile.

This morning she got up, with some encouragement, and went outside to go potty.  That made me feel better.  Then I gave her some food and her medicine and she cleaned her bowl.  Again, makes me feel better.  :)  About an hour later she finally drank some water.

Mom & Dad left around 10am.  I am so grateful they were here with me during all of this.  I don’t think I could’ve handled it on my own.  It’s been a rough few days. 

Mazzy has been resting mostly this afternoon, but I’ve gotten her up and walking around every once in awhile just so she won’t get too stiff and to see how she’s doing.  She’s looking much perkier today.  Even been wagging her tail a little bit.  That makes my heart smile.

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What the hell is that?!

I was giving my dog a bath earlier today when I felt an ENORMOUS lump on her chest.  Bigger than a golfball.  Hanging off her chest.  I screamed and cussed and basically freaked out.  Finished washing all of the soap off of her and then cried my eyes out as I ran in the house to find the number for the vet.

When I called, of course they were already gone for the day.  I got the number for an emergency animal hospital and was about to call them.  Instead, I ended up dialing my parents’ number.  Dad answered and I was blubbering all over again.  After explaining it to him, he convinced me it would be ok to wait until Monday to get her in to see the vet.  It doesn’t seem to be bothering her, hasn’t affected her mood or behavior, and she doesn’t mind me touching it (although I mind!  I think it hurts me more than it hurts her).

So I’m just keeping my eye on her and trying not to worry myself sick between now and Monday.

What you gonna do with all that junk?

Well, I got the equipment.  Still haven’t determined whether it was a good deal or not.  She had tons of stuff, that’s for sure.  But after spending a few hours digging through the boxes, a lot of it seemed to be either stuff I wouldn’t necessarily need, things I couldn’t identify, and junk.  I knew, from Tom, she was hoping to sell it all at once for $300-400. 

There was no way it would be worth $300 to me.  Granted, she had 3 enlargers, but only one of those looked to be in good working order.  Those, plus 1 small darkroom light, what I believe to be a film wash, several enlarger lenses, enlarger contrast filters, several timers, plus quite a few film reels and tanks were the main items I was interested in.  She also had some color equipment but I don’t know enough about that to judge what I was looking at.

I knew she didn’t want to piece it out.  And I knew I wasn’t willing to spend more than $150-200 because that’s how much I felt would be useful to me.  So Tom agreed to pitch in another $150 and we’d buy the whole lot.  He wanted a few items that I wasn’t interested in.  Plus, he wants the large format negative holders, film tanks, etc.  Well, I should say he wants ME to have them because he’s got several (ok, dozens) of older cameras that he’d like to try shooting  with.  And would like me to have the necessary equipment to do development and printing for him. 

So, we loaded everything up in the back of Tom’s truck and brought it back to my house.  It has now taken up residence in the car part of my garage, forcing my POS out into the driveway for now.  Tom has another enlarger that he was forced to purchase to get a lot of cameras that he wanted.  So he’s giving me that, too!  I hope to start going through all of it this weekend and getting a good inventory of what all is there in addition to sorting out what I know I want and what I’m unsure of.

The challenge of it all will be clearing out a place in one of the rooms in the garage to put all this stuff until I’m in a position to start doing something with it.  I’m not leaving my car in the driveway long term for this.

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She had some other nice antique furniture and stuff in her garage from her parents’ house.  Two cool olive velvety chairs that I might buy…just have to figure out if I realistically have a good place to use them.  And she had one of those old (and this one is reeeally old) sewing machines with the big iron foot peddle.  It’s absolutely gorgeous!  I don’t know where I’d put it, but it is sooo cool.  I know my mom would love it because her mom had something similar.  I told her about it last night and she wants to go look at it when they come up to visit on Monday!  lol

I’ll be a certified mechanic in no time!

More car drama over the weekend.  Only this time, it was my car alarm (which I haven’t used in years) that was possessed.  It started going off at random and I couldn’t disable it.  OR start my car. 

After fighting with it most of Sunday, I had finally had enough and ended up cutting the damn wires to the alarm.  Then talked to my dad, who informed me that I should try disconneting and cleaning the battery connections. 

I did.  I found an adjustable wrench and went to town, timidly, disconnecting the battery.  Cleaned the posts and everything with a knife.  Reconnected.

It worked.  My headlights began flashing instantly, which meant the alarm was going off (only I couldn’t hear it due to the hacked wires!).  I grabbed the remote and it worked, too!

I spliced and re-connected the alarm wires and got it working again, and then promptly turned it back off.

I was pretty proud of myself.

Lots of stuff running through my little mind this week, but I’m too tired to blog about any of it right now.  So instead, I’m curling up with a book.

Currently listening to, watching, reading, planning to get, etc.

The Closers
By Michael Connelly

TGIF

Technically, it’s Saturday now.  But since I haven’t gone to bed yet, it still counts as Friday.  I was supposed to go to the game tonight but was too damn worn out and all I wanted to do was come home, put my pj’s on, drink some wine, watch the game, and veg. 

The Stars won in a shootout.  I’m still not crazy about those deciding the game, but I have to admit, they are pretty damn exciting to watch.  Even more so in person.  The whole crowd is on its feet cheering through every shooter’s attempt and every goalie’s save and every puck that makes it into the net (unless, of course, it’s against MY team).  It’s electrifying!

Now I am watching the 5th (of 6) disc of the second season of Queer as Folk.  Thanks to Mexigoalie for loaning them to me, I am so freaking hooked on this show. I don’t want to watch the last one yet because then what will I do?  It will be atleast a week before Netflix starts sending me season 3.

Jesus.  I really am living vicariously through gay characters on a tv show.  I guess gay sex is better than no sex though, right? The writers for this show are awesome.  The characters are incredible.  And there’s lots of hot guys and bare asses.  What’s not to like?  :)

Happy New Year!

The Stars have had a winning tradition on NYE for years.  They even fought to get the schedule rearranged so they could play at home on New Year’s again this year.  Something magical always seemed to happen at each year’s game.  This was the first NYE game I ever got to attend.  My baby daddy scored two goals.

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It was the only two goals the Stars scored all night.  We lost  3-2.  Dammit.  Why the hell did my boys wait until the 3rd period to start playing to win??  Oh yeah, and it was our group’s declared green hair night. 

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We sat around on the patio, drinking appletinis and reflecting on the past year and what each of us had accomplished and learned in 2005.  We got a little emotional (I’m sure the alcohol helped) and talked about our friendships and relationships and stuff.  And then realized it was almost midnight so we ran back inside, grabbed the party hats and scrambled to find the countdown to the New Year on tv.

We found the channel just in time to catch the “3…..2…..1….” part.  I’m a dork and forgot the whole kissing thing that happens.  I’ve been home by myself on NYE the past 5 years.  So as we are all saying Happy New Year to each other, I give Nala a hug and he gave me a peck on the cheek.  The kissing thing still didn’t occur to me.  Then I go to give Curly a hug.  He was apparently going for a kiss and ended up with my cheek.  It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have kissed him, I just didn’t expect it.  And to make matters worse, I then kissed everyone else after that.  Everyone but Curly and Nala.  I hope he didn’t think I intentionally dodged him.

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>My faraway friend, I’ll call him Dr. Honeydew, called after midnight, on his drunken walk home.  So we passed the phone around and let everyone say hello and Happy New Year and stuff.  He’s an absolute doll and I love him to pieces.  I’ve alluded to him in here once before, but I won’t point it out now.  That’s a story for another day.

So, Curly is this guy that I’ve known for a year or two now.  He has short wavy hair, hence the Curly.  Tall.  Nice looking.  Incredibly dry wit.  Very quiet.  Introverted.  Very even-keeled.  He’s a great guy.  He really is.  And sometimes I think there is a potential relationship there.  Several of my friends insist that he’s into me.  I’m not so sure.  But the bigger question is, am I interested in him?  Sometimes yes.  Sometimes no.  I think maybe he’s too old for me.  I don’t necessarily mean in years, although he is about 8 years older.  What I mean is, he’s a lot more settled down.  A lot more laid back.  I don’t know if we’d like the same things, other than the Stars. 

Dr. Honeydew, who I can talk to about damn near anything, says that these are things you find out when you date someone.  And that I either want to date Curly or I don’t.  I, however, am of the opinion that I don’t want to cross that line of friendship to find out if I like him as something more.  Because it’s hard to backtrack from that and remain friends.  I think that, in spending more time with him as friends, I’ll learn more about which direction I am leaning and whether or not I really am interested in something more.  And if he is as well.  Dr. Honeydew says that is me being a chicken.

What say you?

Comments from old blog:Nilla – Jan 01, 06:  Which one is Curly?

I get really philosophical in themiddle of the night… I say, if you didn’t want to make the guy your soul partner, then, don’t push it. I personally don’t want to “settle” for someone. Yeah, he’s nice and I like him or whatever, but if there isn’t that pssion and connection then it’s just not there. I don’t think that kind of stuff grows from nothing.

SWF – Jan 01, 06:  Curly is the guy I’m hugging on my patio.

I know what you mean about not wanting to settle. Boy howdy, do I! There’s a spark there, I just think I’ve just become so overly cautious and guarded over the past few years that I am nit-picking every possible scenario and how it might play out.

Nilla – Jan 02, 06:  Yup, he’s pretty cute. And every time I see new pictures posted of you on here, I’m struck by how pretty you are! I don’t see why you’re trying to lose all that weight. I think you look fine!

 Laura – Jan 03, 06:  I think you should GO FOR IT with Curly :) I agree it would be scary, because when you cross over the friendship line it *IS* hard. And I know he’s mentioned things about certain attributes that are important to him in a woman that would be hard for anyone to live up to!! Like awesome credit scores and stuff. lmao But I think he is DEFINITELY into you. He’d be crazy not to be!! And I think he’s absolutely adorable. You definitely need to think about it, because of the friendship there. But I’d say it is definitely something worth thinking about!!!!

Daisy – Jan 03, 06:  Rats, Laura! I’d forgotten someone was reading that knows me in “real” life. LOL

And hey, I have an outstanding credit score! I’ve been more than responsible with my debt…I just have too much of it. 😛

Yes, he’s adorable. But I don’t know if we are compatible. I think we (all of us! lol) are a little too wild sometimes. I just don’t want it to be awkward. And if I’m wrong about it (on both sides), it could be.

Daisy – Jan 03, 06:  Oh, and Nilla. Thanks. But I have the benefit of only posting pics of me where I don’t have 5 chins or my gut rolls aren’t showing. 😛

Laura  – Jan 04, 06:  That’s okay….. your secret is safe with me! :)

Not the week off I had planned.

Duckie and I made it to Beaumont around 6pm on Saturday.  We had our family Christmas Sunday afternoon, once my middle brother, Red Baron, and his family came over.  They had to do their family thing that morning, and the sis-in-law’s family after that.  It was a nice day though. 

I hadn’t seen the little Red Barons in awhile. They are growing up so fast.  Little Miss Red Baron is a mess.  That girl is going to be a handful when she gets older.  Well, she already is actually.  And her brother, the boy genius, is getting much better socially, so that’s a good thing.

My mom got my dad a badass GPS.  They are technology-challenged, so it’s good to see them embracing something new.  Red Baron is a tech gadget freak, so he helped her pick it out.  Dad was funny playing with it, walking around the house and stuff.

Dad ended up driving me back to Dallas on Wednesday so he could, hopefully, fix my car.   On the ride up, we got to really give the GPS a run for the money.  And now, I WANT ONE!!!  They are so damn cool.  As much as I get lost and turned around, it’s definitely being added to my list of things to buy….along with a ton of other stuff that is, unfortunately, all high dollar.  I guess I should start playing the lottery or selling my eggs or something.

We got to my house around 4pm Wednesday afternoon and Dad was able to resolve the oil leak problem pretty quickly.  I took him to the Stars game last night and we drove my car to see how it was running after the minor repairs he had done.  It didn’t take long to realize that the transmission woes were still present. 

So today, he drove it all over town checking things out and trying to decide what our next move was.  We talked about him leaving the other car here and him flying back home so I could try and sell my car and not be without transportation while he looks for something else for me to buy.  But there is a lady foaming at the mouth for him to get home because she supposedly wants to buy the car he drove up here. 

He ended up finding another reason for my tranmission problem and went up to the Mazda dealer to talk to them about the part.  Of course, it has to be special ordered.  Ugh.  But being the McGyver (sp?) that he is, he found a temporary way to replace it.  It’s running good now, but for how long?  I think the plan is that he is going to get up early tomorrow (today…whatever) and head home.  And I still need to start thinking about selling my car and upgrading to something a little newer and (fingers crossed) more reliable.

I’ve tried not to be bitchy about the whole situation.  It just pisses me off that I took a much-needed week off of work so I’d have time to go visit the family and come back home and have the rest of the week to relax, unwind, and recover before heading back to work next week.   And instead, I’ve spent that time stressed out, not being able to go anywhere, and not getting to do any of the stuff I had planned.  I love my dad dearly for coming up here and helping me out.  Not to mention saving me a buttload of money.  I don’t begrudge him being here.  It’s just the timing of it all. 

I’m going to the NYE Stars game tomorrow night (green hair night for me and my friends…YIPPEE!) and hosting an impromptu party at my house afterwards.  So that leaves me with Sunday afternoon (after people get up and go home) and Monday to have some peace and quiet. 

Man.  I am just a whiney little bitch lately.  It must be close to that time of the month.  Which reminds me, I still need to fax all those damn forms to the new doctor so I can schedule an appointment. 

Surprise, surprise.

You’ll never guess who tried to head out of town around 9am today and had major car problems.  And is now back at her house waiting on her brother, who was half way to Beaumont and had to turn around and come back.   

I checked all my fluids and got everything ready to go last night.  Woke up this morning and got the car all loaded.  Backed out of the garage to spot a HUGE puddle of OIL on the ground.  So I get out of the car and see oil streaming out from under my car.  CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP.

I took off to Firestone and had them look at it to see why it’s leaking and they find some cooling line has cracked.  And it’s a special part that has to come direct from the dealership.  And of course, the parts and service place at Mazda is closed.  SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

Luckily, Duckie, who was supposed to leave yesterday, had decided to wait and head out this morning so we could kind of follow each other.  Since he lives across town, we decided we’d meet up about an hour south of Dallas.  It’s all interstate from there.  He ended up getting on the road a lot earlier than me and was already there when I called to tell him I was leaving.  So he’s got a good hour on me. 

Then, I see the crap in my car and all and call him back and tell him to drive slower.  lol  Another hour later and he is now almost back to Dallas.  Should be here in a bit so we can move all my crap to his truck and head out again.

So now I don’t know if I will be coming back with him on Monday or if my dad is gong to be able to loan me something to drive back.  And then I have the whole getting-the-car-fixed crap to deal with.  It’s probably going to cost more than that POS is worth.

Ok, I’m done bitching.  Merry Christmas!  😛

Oh Christmas Tree!

I have a small 3-foot fiber optic tree that my mom found for me a few years ago.  While I was in my apartment, with just me there, it was just the right size.  But now I have my own house and reeeeally wanted to get a big tree to go with it.  I didn’t want the hassle, mess, and worry that comes with a real tree, so I headed out yesterday afternoon and went shopping for a fake one.

After looking at several dozen at various stores, I finally found one I liked at Target.  And of course, it had to be much more expensive than the plain jane cheap one I could’ve gotten.  But it already has lights.  And it is just 3 pieces that fit together.  And the limbs fold out for easy display and in for easy storage.  And it was just pretty.

Oh yeah, and it is TALL.  And lean.  Just like I like my men.  Unfortunately, I haven’t had any of those around lately.

But that’s not going to stop me from getting into the swing of things.  I LOVE Christmas and I LOVE December (except for the damn cold, that is) and I WANT DECORATIONS!!!  So I got the tree up and decorated last night.  It’s covered in, mostly, my Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street ornaments.  Plus a few random ones here and there.

And I carted all the stored boxes of decorations out of the garage and went to town in my living room.  I wish I had lights on my house, too, but I’m not quite ready to tackle that project on my own.

Here’s to the last month of 2005!

I love December.  Not just because my birthday is coming up.  In fact, birthdays after 30 don’t sound too exciting.  I think I’ll just stay 30 from here on in.  But I like the upcoming holidays.  The decorations.  The pretty lights popping up on the houses up and down my street.  The time off from work.  The trip to Beaumont to spend time with my family.  I even enjoy the Christmas shopping.  Although, I usually end up doing as much of mine online as I can get away with. 

You have to go out to the malls and/or shopping centers.  You just have to.  It’s like a rite of passage.  All the excitement in the air.  You can just feel it.  It’s electrifying!  People scurrying about, overloaded with shopping bags.  Some look ready to pull every hair on their head out.  Others seem to almost skip their way through the stores, in perfect timing with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra playing in the background.  Even if I’m just window shopping, it’s always fun to go wander the stores and see what new-fangled trinket people are fawning over.

I remember, when I was a kid, the Cabbage Patch dolls were all the rage.  Parents were lining up at Toys R Us at the crack of dawn for a chance to get their grubby paws on one for their demanding child who just wouldn’t understand why Santa didn’t bring them the doll of their dreams.  People were actually fighting over these dolls.  It was insane.

I never got a Cabbage Patch doll.  Honestly, I don’t remember ever wanting one.  My mom might remember it differently.  But what I did get, every year, without fail, was something I would never trade for all the <insert most wanted gadget here> in the world.  And I’m not just talking about Mom’s jailhouse rolls either. 

I got to tiptoe into the living room with my brothers, before our parents were awake (or so we thought) to discover what Santa had left for us.    

I got to see my parents smiling as they watched us rip open our presents.  And to, later, see my brothers smiling as their children opened their gifts. 

I got to see my neices and nephews go from their parents helping them read the nametags on the gifts, so they could deliver them to each person, to them reading them for themselves.

I got to see my dad, year after year, break out that electric carving knife (that thing has to be older than I am!) and go to work on the turkey or ham. 

I got to melt the butter to brush on top of Mom’s rolls before hiding them away, under the most mismatched kitchen towels you can imagine, so they could rise before putting them in the oven. 

I got to sit around the dinner table with my family, all of us so full we could barely move, only to hear Mom ask who was ready for dessert.

And I got so much more that I could never put it all into words.

So for all you Scrooges out there, put a stocking in it. 

And HAPPY HOLIDAYS! 

Happy Thanksgiving!

Around this time last year, I had enjoyed several servings of Turkey (wink, wink) and was rushing him out the front door because my parents were less than an hour away and I still had to clean house.  This year, no Turkey for me.  And no turkey either. 

I normally get Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving.  However, this year, they decided to give us the option of saving the Friday and using it in December.  Since I’d rather have the time off for Christmas, I opted to work this Friday so I could have the extra day later.  Then, Monday, I end up sick and haven’t been in to work all week.  So now I am working today and tomorrow to avoid wasting 3 days of vacation on being sick. 

My brother that lives in this area, Duckie, has the whole week off from work, so he made use of one of middle brother’s, Red Baron’s, passes and flew to San Diego to visit oldest brother, Dilbert, and his family for the week.  He got there Saturday evening.  Mom & Dad headed that way on Tuesday.  I’m not sure if Red Baron and his family decided to go, too, or not.  Since Red Baron’s family usually spends most of the holiday with my sis-in-law’s family, they may have opted to stay in town. 

So, here I sit, on Thanksgiving day, alone with my dog, watching the Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv.  I could feel sorry for myself for missing out on being in San Diego (somewhere I’ve never been) with the rest of my family.  Or for being sick and snot-nosed and working when I should be off.  Or for still being single, with no hope of ever meeting Mr. Right.  Or for being buried in debt and having to force myself to keep the same crappy furniture for another year to avoid further burying myself.  I could really have a pity party. 

But…

I’m not.  Instead, I’m grateful for being able to work from home, in my PJs, with my dog to keep my feet warm.  I’m grateful to own my own home (yes, I realize, I am still paying for it). 

I’m thankful for my family and all they have done for me and continue to do for me.  My parents totally and completely rock, there is no arguing that.  My brothers, although I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like, are cool as hell and are there for me whenever I need them.   I have the most adorable, sweet, and smart nieces and nephews who are growing up faster than I’d like to admit. 

I’m thankful for the friends I have made in the past few years that literally pulled me out of the depths of my despair.  I’m thankful for those that I have managed to establish true friendships with.  I’m grateful for those that annoy the crap out of me and force me out of the house when I don’t want to be as well as those that know when it’s best to just leave me alone.

I’m thankful for the promotion I received at the end of last year.  I have truly enjoyed my job exponentially more than I did previously.  I’m grateful for the opportunity I was given and the challenges I faced.  I’m grateful I was able to meet, and even exceed, the expectations that were made of me. 

So while I could find something to complain about, on today of all days, why would I?  Cheers to you and yours!

Happy Turkey Day!