High drama miracle...
The high will be 77 degrees tomorrow!!! That's like lemony fresh Pine Sol weather! Too damn bad I'll be stuck at work. It's enough to make me want to curse a blue streak. It's supposed to be back up into the high eighties and low nineties Saturday and Sunday, too. Stupid Texas weather.
Drama, drama, baby's mama (as Sarah would say) among celebrities this morning. Terrell Owens, Aaron Carter, Anna Nicole... Busy night for the paparrazi. Of course, that's probably every night, trying to cover America's "elite."
The air is officially fixed at work, and while I'm not complaining, it is a little chilly in my office! It's a miracle!!
Just a quick note to one person in particular that I know reads my blog. Don't let life or anybody get in your way. You CAN do whatever you set your mind to, and if you really and truly want something you WILL make it happen. I believe in you.
Love, pride, choice...
I love to blog. I like to go back and read stuff from several months ago, see how my perceptions have changed, see if/how I've grown. I can definitely tell that my outlook has improved over the last year. I'm not such a Debbie Downer anymore. Yay me!
I do want to bitch about one thing. People who are upset about not being able to do something and are then given the opportunity to be able to do that thing and don't take advantage of that opportunity obviously didn't really want to do that thing in the first place. You have a choice and bullshit excuses just don't cut it. If you want to do something, really want to do it, then you'll make it happen. Everyone else be damned. Some things are just more important than your, or someone else's, feelings. Life is full of forks in the road, choosing the wrong one or the easiest one isn't always the final answer. It doesn't mean you can't pull a U-ey and choose the other road. The end reward could be worth the effort of circumventing a roadblock or two and swallowing our pride.
Easy is not always better. It's your choice.
Perfect killer protest...
The weekend is gone!! Waaahhhh!!! And I don't wanna go back to work tomorrow. What I really need to do is clean my house. But I don't wanna do that either. I'm such a lazy bum. If I'd been home today, I believe I might have gotten something accomplished. The weather today was just perfect. Maybe not quite cool enough to snuggle under a blanket breathing the scent of lemon fresh Pine Sol, but very close.
So, the week in review. I found out that I might get to dress up for Halloween this year. I'm gonna be a killer cow again. Because that's the only costume I have. And I don't want to be just a dumb old cow. That would just be plain stupid. There used to be some scary make-up stuff around here somewhere. I'm gonna try to find it to spice up the ensemble. Who knows what will come of it. I love Halloween. I think it's my second favorite holiday. Hell, it might become my first favorite holiday since Christmas has become so damn depressing. Or maybe this year will see me come out of that funk. One can hope.
Rylie's birthday party was yesterday. It was supposed to be at Chuck E. Cheese but they were completely full so we went to Ci Ci's pizza instead. I love Ci Ci's. It's cheap and good. I love cheap and good. I gave the darling angel the other two pair of flip flops I'd gotten her.
She was like, "More flip flops!" I think she's flip flopped out. Anne and Jimmy got her a trampoline earlier in the week that she absolutely LOVES.
Can't keep her off the damn thing. And she wants you (me) to jump with her. Doesn't she realize fat, old ladies don't belong on trampolines??? But, you know me. I got up there anyways. It really is fun. And quite the little work out too. You wouldn't think jumping up and down would do anything for you. But let's just say my muscles tell me different. My knee is chiming in with a little protest as well. Who cares though? Just hearing her laugh makes me laugh and brightens my spirits. So, I do it for her and for me as well. Even OleAnner and Jimbo get into the spirit of things!
It's a lot of fun. Speaking of fun. I think I'm going to go over there and steal a piece of birthday cake. Have a wonderful rest of your Sunday evening!
Darling verklempt humidity...
It's been one of those weeks. One of those weeks where nothing seems to go right. So I haven't really had time to write. But I'm here now!!! Aren't you just oh so excited?
Let me begin by highlighting the weekend. Friday was Rylie "The Darling Angel"'s birthday.
We had a little mini party with some mini cupcakes. A prelude to Chuck E. Cheese this weekend. She got to open a gift and card from me and seemed pretty happy with it.
I hope she was, because the flip flops were really more for me than for her. I hate those dirty blue flip flops that she loves so much. Now she has two more pair. Hopefully they will retain their original color for more than one day.
The following day was Chick Fest. Rylie was to walk in the parade with her Cheernastics All-Stars class. They were also supposed to show off their acrobatic abilities on a mat downtown after the parade. She made it to the parade and walked all the way through, although she managed to stay at an angle where I couldn't get a good picture.
The rest of the parade marched by, including the best band ever!! I managed to finally make it through watching the band go by without tearing up, however I may have been just a little verklempt.
It only took me 10 years. AAaaanyway. So I go pick up Rylie after the parade and we mosey back downtown to look around. We manage to navigate through the crowds to get to the Cheernastics booth where they have set up the mat for tumbling. Rylie's lookin' around trying to find anything she can do to avoid that mat and spots the tatooes they were selling for a dollar. So, she gets a tatoo of a butterfly on her face and pulls me away to go on down the street. Now, try as I might to get her to do a cartwheel, a round-off, something; she just wouldn't do it. Onery child. By this time, it feels like it's 1,000 degrees out there. The humidity is such that you'd think you'd be able to look over and see a beach instead of pine trees in East Texas. So Tina and I are sweating our asses off as Rylie drags us around town from booth to booth spending all her money. We're finally ready to get out of there and have to walk half a mile back to the car. Rylie begins to talk as we walk, talks more on the walk than she has all damn day, and by the time we're back in the car there's no shutting her up. We ran by Sonic and got a bite to eat and drove back to Tina's house to ingest our delicious goodies. Rylie was finished in no time and guess what she wanted to do. That's right. Flip, roll, turn, jump. Now why wouldn't she do that downtown?? She even practiced her back handspring with her handy dandy little spotter, Auntie T. She's getting good. A little cocky too. And what do I do? I tell the "Darling Angel," I bet IIIIIIIII can do a cartwheel." Maybe that wasn't such a good idea in retrospect. After all, I'm not such a spring chicken anymore. But I decided to go ahead with it, if for nothing else the pure entertainment value it would provide. I didn't stick the landing, but I managed to come out of it in one piece. I did pretty darn good for a fat woman if I do say so myself. I managed to illicit a few chuckles out of the crowd in any case.
Well that was pretty much my weekend. I went home later that afternoon and watched some soaps, played on the computer for a while, watched the USC game. Sunday was pretty much more of the same except I watched the Cowboys.
Gosh this post has become something of a monster so I'll write the week in review later on this weekend sometime. Happy Friday!
Hump, snap, twist...
It's hump day! Does that mean everyone can just hump at will? Certainly raises an interesting question, doesn't it?! ;)
The week is half over, hell September is half over. The first cold snap should be right around the corner! I can't wait!! A football game on the TV, the windows thrown open throughout the house, the smell of lemony fresh Pine Sol floating from room to room. Doesn't that sound like heaven? Oh, it does, it does... a clean house, fresh air, my babies in my lap, curled up with a blanket, maybe reading a book and listening to the sounds of football. Soon... soon...
Big Brother is over and Mike "Dumbass" won. And not only did he win, but the vote was 6 to 1 in FAVOR of him. Ugh.. But I didn't want either of them to win. I was hoping BB would throw in another twist somewhere and there would be at least one different person in the final two. But, alas, no... that didn't happen, and the two that deserved it the least were sitting there.
My doggies have been acting weird the past couple of nights. Very restless. Anxious to get outside. I can turn over in the bed and Dottie and Piper both will be raring to go outside and they both usually sleep pretty soundly, even Captain wants to go out when he hears them moving around. They hit the ground barking as soon as they go outside, stay out for a few minutes and then reluctantly come in and go back to bed. They're ready to go again when it's time to get up. There's not a full moon right now, so who knows. Anne thinks it's vampires. "Crazyhead," as Rylie would say.
Remembering...
Five years ago, right about this time of day, I stood in front of the television along with the rest of America. With a feeling of sheer helplessness, I stood there watching the destruction of the first World Trade Center tower. While the cameras were rolling, capturing the already surreal footage of that horiffic day, we see another plane come into the frame and watch in disbelief as it tears into the second tower. We begin to hear reports of other rogue planes, in Pennsylvania, at the Pentagon.
Like most everyone else I'm sure, there were a million thoughts rolling around in my head; wondering what's coming next, where will the next strike be, who is responsible, why did this happen. I worked the rest of the day, helping to preserve the event for future generations at our small local newspaper, with an overwhelming need to be close to my friends and family. I remember going home to stand in an embrace with my then fiance for several minutes, drinking in the warmth and solace it provided but wondering how many people would not get that same comfort.
East Texas is just about as far away from New York as you can get, but the impact was deep and widespread and felt by many. Months and years later, the stories of the men and women killed on this day still make my heart ache. I know there will be a deluge of 9/11 stories today, I just wanted to share some of the feelings I experienced on that day. I would love to hear yours.
Unimaginable karaoke bonding...
I tried three times last week to sit down and post. I was at work and kept getting interrupted. It's just unimaginable that I would actually have to work instead of creating my masterpiece, isn't it? I know, I know, but I guess I'll deal. I always think that I have nothing to write about, but I always seem to come up with something. It may not be very interesting, but it's something. And I know you've been missing my something.
I had a busy weekend. Friday night I spent the night with my friends, Jennifer and her husband David and his three kiddos. It was pizza and a movie that night and karaoke and swimming the following day. Fun times, fun times. I always have fun when I hang out with them though. I should do it more often!
By the time I got home Saturday night, I was so wiped all I could do was collapse into the bed. Sunday I mosied over to OleAnners for a while and then headed to Tina's to spend the night and get ready for our Labor Day trip to the Dallas World Aquarium. I had so much fun! I love doing stuff like that, but unfortunately don't get to do it very often. Pictures are up on my Yahoo site if you wanna see.
My poor little babies didn't hardly see me at all this weekend. Thank goodness for OleAnner. She made sure they were taken care of. They're getting a bath tonight and we're all piling in the bed together for a little bonding time. I was supposed to do that last night, but I just didn't get it all done in time before Big Brother came on.
And speaking of Big Brother.... You go Janelle!! Way to go for finally kicking ole Willy to the curb. Did you SEE the look on Boogie's face?!! That was priceless! He's such an ass. You know, if I were one of the girls and HAD been considering taking him to the final two, his piss poor attitude and cocky behavior would have nixed that idea right quick. Ugh... But I don't think Erika can win against Janelle OR Boogie, so why not take Janie and send a big "Fuck You" to Boogie for the way he's treated her! Sounds good to me. I hope that's the way it goes if Erika wins HOH.
