In honor of my favorite Aunt visiting today, here is a list of people/things that can kiss THIS!
1. Lisa, for always being a great friend and co-worker and for all the fun times we shared teaching those Jr. High maniacs. Maybe someday I will have the kahunas to tell you exactly how I feel in person and possibly forgive...until then, I hope you are reading! Pucker up baby and kiss THIS!
2. Wal-Mart, for always having speedy, quality customer service and some of the friendliest c0-shoppers I've ever met. No matter which Wal-Mart in which state you visit, you are sure to find quality service and friendly customers...that is why my glass picture frame was so carefully packaged between the sugar and the jar of pickles and gently placed into my buggy at check-out which explains how it made it home in no less than 3 pieces! Oh, I can't forget to mention the polite gentleman who so kindly told me that "if I wanted to print pictures that I should go shop for at least another hour because he had 7-800 he was printing as soon as the other guy who was taking forever was finished". Thanks for cutting in line so I could wait even longer to print my pictures, I have nothing else to do with my time and I love to wait...just makes my day! If you weren't so dang easy, Wal-Mart, I'd be boycotting you right now! Instead, pucker up and kiss THIS!
3. US Postal Service, my gratitude for having the shortest lines possible and all windows staffed. It sure makes my visits to your local station quick and easy. Also, thanks for the reasonably priced bubble mailers, they sure are handy when you are boycotting Wal-Mart. Pucker up...!
4. Real estate agents, I must know, please teach me how to make a fortune doing practically nothing. I have computer skills, I can take pictures, I can talk a good game, I can swing a hammer ...I really must look into real estate schooling...until then, pucker up!
5. Gravity, thank you so very much for all you have done to improve my appearance over the years. I really appreciate the girls hanging to my belly button, and the number you have done on my ass is out of this world! But you really shouldn't have, I really liked the way things were back in 1990 something. So what would you say to the thought of easing up a bit on that pull and while you're at it, do you think you could put in a good word with your buddy Age? I've always liked highlights, but the ones I have now are a bit white for my taste! If not...kiss THIS!
I could go on and on, but my brain has went blank...another shout-out for my buddy Age. If you have anything or anyone you would like to add to the KISS THIS list, feel free...I could use a good laugh!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
12 years and counting...
It is hard to believe that 12 years ago I was in severe pain recovering from the labor and delivery of my first born child. She weighed in at 8 lbs on the nose, had long black hair, blue eyes, all red and wrinkly and fuzzy...just the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
If 36 hours of intense labor and an emergency c-section are any indication of what her adolescent/teen years will bring...Lord have mercy!
This birthday was a transition from girl into young lady as far as gifts. And a huge realization for me that my cute, wrinkly, fuzzy baby is growing up...FAST!
Her main gift was a cell phone, but Mommy's gift to her little girl this year was a hair dryer and accessories, shaving supplies (for when she's ready to try, with permission to shave to the knee), and some subtle make-up. She was excited about the hair dryer and make-up, but blushed at the shaving supplies.
She asked at the beginning of last school year if she could shave, the reply was a simple no, and the topic was never mentioned again. I'm really curious to see how long she waits before she asks me to show her how. The make-up was also given with the instructions of this is the real stuff, not fake stuff to play with, when you are ready, I will show you how to properly apply it. Hopefully, the gifts will motivate her to do something with herself other than let her hair dry in strings and hang in her face and to take care of her skin, because we all know we shouldn't sleep with make-up on our faces so she will get an extra face wash a day...unless she is like her mother and sleep with it on.
All in all, I think she had a good day...she is now watching Mary Poppins with her friend who is sleeping over tonight. No matter how old, no matter how much attitude, no matter the hell that will come through the teen years...she's still one of the three cutest things I've ever seen!
If 36 hours of intense labor and an emergency c-section are any indication of what her adolescent/teen years will bring...Lord have mercy!
This birthday was a transition from girl into young lady as far as gifts. And a huge realization for me that my cute, wrinkly, fuzzy baby is growing up...FAST!
Her main gift was a cell phone, but Mommy's gift to her little girl this year was a hair dryer and accessories, shaving supplies (for when she's ready to try, with permission to shave to the knee), and some subtle make-up. She was excited about the hair dryer and make-up, but blushed at the shaving supplies.
She asked at the beginning of last school year if she could shave, the reply was a simple no, and the topic was never mentioned again. I'm really curious to see how long she waits before she asks me to show her how. The make-up was also given with the instructions of this is the real stuff, not fake stuff to play with, when you are ready, I will show you how to properly apply it. Hopefully, the gifts will motivate her to do something with herself other than let her hair dry in strings and hang in her face and to take care of her skin, because we all know we shouldn't sleep with make-up on our faces so she will get an extra face wash a day...unless she is like her mother and sleep with it on.
All in all, I think she had a good day...she is now watching Mary Poppins with her friend who is sleeping over tonight. No matter how old, no matter how much attitude, no matter the hell that will come through the teen years...she's still one of the three cutest things I've ever seen!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
long time no blog...
Long time no nothing...except box after box after box since March something or other when I became "unemployed". Imagine the fun I've been having with that...throw in two days on the road sandwiched between uhaul trucks, and numerous internal battles, mix in a few weeks without Prozac, add MIL and Mr. W non-stop 6 days a week and you get Me...a train wreck waiting to happen or volcano ready to blow or countless other analogies.
I was on a roll with my creative, free-spirited side for a bit. Was being a key term, I haven't done a painting or drawing in weeks. The last one I did was in April. I haven't blogged in who know how long, no creative release there. I'm in a creative slump as the day to day grind sucks the life out of me. To put it all in perspective, I have no one but myself to blame for my current state of being.
Rewind to the day I became "unemployed", my actions during that time, set a plan I thought to be just talk into fast forward mode with a lot of help from outsiders, The plan became a reality very quickly. In fact, too quickly for my procrastinating self to do anything about it without crushing the delicate lives of the three people I love most, my kids. A character flaw, if you will, passed on from my mother. Sacrifice your own happiness for that of your kids...guess I should have taken away from her suffering that sometimes it isn't worth it and your kids will turn out to be good people anyway. At least I think we turned out to be good people....there are some who would say otherwise. I'm quite sure.
I've totally lost my train of thought on this...the only thing I can say is that I am left with some very difficult choices to make and a whole lot of praying, that the decisions I make are the right ones, to do. At this point, I'm putting this in God's hands and His will. That's all I have right now. I'm mentally spent.
I was on a roll with my creative, free-spirited side for a bit. Was being a key term, I haven't done a painting or drawing in weeks. The last one I did was in April. I haven't blogged in who know how long, no creative release there. I'm in a creative slump as the day to day grind sucks the life out of me. To put it all in perspective, I have no one but myself to blame for my current state of being.
Rewind to the day I became "unemployed", my actions during that time, set a plan I thought to be just talk into fast forward mode with a lot of help from outsiders, The plan became a reality very quickly. In fact, too quickly for my procrastinating self to do anything about it without crushing the delicate lives of the three people I love most, my kids. A character flaw, if you will, passed on from my mother. Sacrifice your own happiness for that of your kids...guess I should have taken away from her suffering that sometimes it isn't worth it and your kids will turn out to be good people anyway. At least I think we turned out to be good people....there are some who would say otherwise. I'm quite sure.
I've totally lost my train of thought on this...the only thing I can say is that I am left with some very difficult choices to make and a whole lot of praying, that the decisions I make are the right ones, to do. At this point, I'm putting this in God's hands and His will. That's all I have right now. I'm mentally spent.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
My worst enemy...
PROCRASTINATION!!
P- put off what you can do today until tomorrow...why not?
R- run around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to catch up
O- other, more fun things to do than what NEEDS done
C- carpets, schmarpets...they will still need vac'd tomorrow
R- rigid cleaning schedules aren't my cup of tea
A- all the stuff I could be doing, but I'm not
S- shit scattered all over the place, I will get to it later
T- time to do something other than finish this blog
I- I'm outta here
...nation? Maybe I'll finish this tomorrow!
P- put off what you can do today until tomorrow...why not?
R- run around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to catch up
O- other, more fun things to do than what NEEDS done
C- carpets, schmarpets...they will still need vac'd tomorrow
R- rigid cleaning schedules aren't my cup of tea
A- all the stuff I could be doing, but I'm not
S- shit scattered all over the place, I will get to it later
T- time to do something other than finish this blog
I- I'm outta here
...nation? Maybe I'll finish this tomorrow!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Reflection of the past...2/4/09
Early yesterday morning, a gift was sent to my doorstep. This particular gift wasn't wrapped in a brown box or bubble wrap. This gift was wrapped in a black and white fur coat that strikingly resembled Shanook in his much younger days.
The image of this young Husky/Malamute and Shanook staring at each other, mimicking the other's every move with only 1/2 in of glass separating the two of them was priceless. For reasons unknown to me, I felt obligated to make sure this dog was taken care of and to ensure no harm were to come to him. I started with a fresh bowl of cool water, since he had been running the neighborhood since early morning and it was nearly sunset at that point. He drank and drank and with a grateful wag of his tail, he came to my side, flopped on my feet and loaded me with puppy kisses.
Obviously, this poor this was or is somebody's pet. He's been trained to sit, lay down, and stay. I let him into my backyard and introduced him to Shanook, who was very much wanting to run and jump and play but unable to due to his age. The first encounter was playful as they tried to establish which one would emerge the alpha male. When things got a little heated and the puppy growled as Shanook, I removed him from the yard and kept a watchful eye on his safety the rest of the evening.
When I went to bed that night, my "gift" was scratching at the front door to come in. I opened the door, told him to sit and stay, which he obediently obliged. As I sat in my chair that night, I could see the white on his face peering in the window begging to be let in and loved. To my surprise, he ws still at my doorstep the next morning waiting for the lights to come on and the door to open.
Since I had an early morning and a day full of testing, I left his care in the hands of Mr. Wonderful who informed me that he opened the garage to the dog and gave him fresh water and a bowl of food. He also said the neighborhood association had sent out an email describing the dog and general location. He hasn't seen him since this morning. :( So, that leaves me with a "meant to be" moment. If he returns today or tonight, then this gift was meant to be...if he doesn't, my gift lies in the moments he reminded me of Shanook as a puppy and the smile that put on my face.
The image of this young Husky/Malamute and Shanook staring at each other, mimicking the other's every move with only 1/2 in of glass separating the two of them was priceless. For reasons unknown to me, I felt obligated to make sure this dog was taken care of and to ensure no harm were to come to him. I started with a fresh bowl of cool water, since he had been running the neighborhood since early morning and it was nearly sunset at that point. He drank and drank and with a grateful wag of his tail, he came to my side, flopped on my feet and loaded me with puppy kisses.
Obviously, this poor this was or is somebody's pet. He's been trained to sit, lay down, and stay. I let him into my backyard and introduced him to Shanook, who was very much wanting to run and jump and play but unable to due to his age. The first encounter was playful as they tried to establish which one would emerge the alpha male. When things got a little heated and the puppy growled as Shanook, I removed him from the yard and kept a watchful eye on his safety the rest of the evening.
When I went to bed that night, my "gift" was scratching at the front door to come in. I opened the door, told him to sit and stay, which he obediently obliged. As I sat in my chair that night, I could see the white on his face peering in the window begging to be let in and loved. To my surprise, he ws still at my doorstep the next morning waiting for the lights to come on and the door to open.
Since I had an early morning and a day full of testing, I left his care in the hands of Mr. Wonderful who informed me that he opened the garage to the dog and gave him fresh water and a bowl of food. He also said the neighborhood association had sent out an email describing the dog and general location. He hasn't seen him since this morning. :( So, that leaves me with a "meant to be" moment. If he returns today or tonight, then this gift was meant to be...if he doesn't, my gift lies in the moments he reminded me of Shanook as a puppy and the smile that put on my face.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz....
I'm going to bed to grow a new brain as mine fell out about 4pm during testing. A post for another day when my brain is in functioning mode!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Spring has sprung...
...at least it has in Texas. Trees and flowers and roses and bluebonnets are popping up all over the place, and with that comes spring allergies for Monster Man. Poor thing has been a wreck for weeks, since trees started blooming in February. He's been on allergy meds, albuterol treatments, benadryl (for itchy eyes and flare ups), which were holding the symptoms at bay until last week.
Thursday night he woke up with a severe asthma attack, at least for us it was severe, and I (the calm one) was ready to dash to the ER. I managed to calm him down and get the asthma under control and laid by his side while he struggled to sleep all night. Took him to the doctor the next day. Three prescriptions later, I'm happy to say that he hasn't had a breathing treatment for 3 days. Lcuky for us, most of the trees and plants have been pollinated and allergy season is nearly over. At least until October when ragweed becomes a trigger...
Thursday night he woke up with a severe asthma attack, at least for us it was severe, and I (the calm one) was ready to dash to the ER. I managed to calm him down and get the asthma under control and laid by his side while he struggled to sleep all night. Took him to the doctor the next day. Three prescriptions later, I'm happy to say that he hasn't had a breathing treatment for 3 days. Lcuky for us, most of the trees and plants have been pollinated and allergy season is nearly over. At least until October when ragweed becomes a trigger...
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