A brush with...an idiot

It's no different than most days. Most days someone makes me shake my head in disbelief. Usually disbelief at their stupidity. Typically, they are folks driving down 288 who seem to lose consciousness. Either that or their speedometers break, their mirrors fog over, and their brakes fail all at once. It never ceases to amaze me when someone comes flying up behind me, rides my tail for a minute, then swerves around me like they're drunk, and floors it past me...only to realize that I was going 70 for a reason. Everyone else is. Yep, that's right...there's nowhere to go, idiot. So he slams on his brakes right in front of me, and is then going...yes, you guessed it...70. Just like I was. 

But the this morning, a chick in an SUV made me shake my head in disbelief before I was 5 miles from my house. I'm in the right hand lane of Hull Street Rd. (Why is is called Street and Road??). I'm in the right lane because I'm going to turn right in a few seconds. (Imagine that). My turn lane has arrived and I put on my blinker to get in that right hand turn lane. I'm in it, and about halfway up it when this SUV comes sliding in from 2 lanes over. No blinker. Not that it would have mattered. But more importantly, just dips in right in front of me so close that I couldn't see her license plate. So I recover...and we both make our right turns. I get in the left lane immediately because I'm going to take a left. Imagine that. I get in the left turn lane, she isn't there. Then she is...again...right in front of me. What the hell. Why not, right? So we both turn left into a parking lot. The parking lot has 2 entrance lanes, one to turn left into Starbucks, one to turn right into a gym. She's in the right lane. I'm in the left one - as I'm TRYING to get coffee. She stops. In the middle of her lane. People behind her and all. Just hanging out...apparently. I ignore her, turn left into Starbucks, and she swerves over and turns left from the right lane and is now behind me. When I get out of my car, I look over at her. Not mean or anything, I'm just intrigued as to what her problem could be. Nothing of note. Nothing obvious. She does have 2 arms, 2 hands, 2 eyes....so, I'm at a loss as to what her problem was...

Okay, so nothing serious happened. But idiots being this close to be on the road are a concern for me. Isn't there some way to vet these people...so they can't have driver's licenses? Not only did she break like 3 traffic laws, but she could easily cause an accident. And I'll tell you - if she'd hit me...oh, the poor lady. She would be buying me a new car.  Assuming she had insurance. 

And on that note...here's another lovely song - it helps me to feel better after a brush with an idiot...so why not post for you?

Taking a Cue From a Friend

So a few blogs back I talked about discovering new music. I enjoy only a few things as much as finding a new awesome song. Unfortunately that those songs are usually lesser known songs...so I have no one to rant and rave about it to. If I tell you that my favorite artist is Esthero (which is is), we probably can't talk much about it because you probably don't know her. That makes me very sad. (Exaggerating is a strong point of mine, did you know?)

Anyway, a friend just started his own blog. And he's been posting awesome stuff he comes across too...and I now must steal that idea from him. I feel like I'm doing my friends an injustice by only telling you names of a few artists I love. Instead, I will now attempt to post a few videos for you as well. I hope you enjoy some of them! :) And remember, go venture out and find some music that makes you happy. Preferably stuff that you don't hear on the radio. Too much garbage on the radio when there is real talent just a few clicks away...

Petitions

I'm going to go all hippie here for a minute. Please give me a second...

There are more atrocities than I care to try to list here that really make me sick. Most have to do with varying degrees of animal cruelty and overpopulation. This includes household animals as well as wild animals. There are countless petitions out there that are ahead of several landmark votes coming up in November that would help keep some of these things in check. Many house votes  are ready - please check this list of petitions today in order to tell your representatives how you feel about some of them...

Take Action - Campaigns at the Animal Rescue Site 

Great timing

I'm excited to report that I bought a car. The Trooper died a couple months ago...I'd been on the lookout for an Acura TL. I'm very picky. I found the right one - at the right price and just went for it. It's been 2 weeks or so since I took the plunge. And just the other day we found out we have to replace our furnace and air conditioning unit. Lovely timing, huh? Good news is we won't die from Carbon Monoxide poisoning. Bad news is...no one is getting anything from us for Christmas. If you want to revel in the new heat pump, come on by. That's where your Christmas present will be.

Music

I'm always on the lookout for REAL music. I know I use the term loosely. I'm just frustrated with the crap on the radio. Occasionally I happen by some amazing stuff. I wish I knew how to influence the music industry so we could all discover new artists more easily. I thought I'd do my part by adding some of the lesser-known folks I've found and LOVE to this blog. Of course I'll never remember them all now - but I thought I'd share a few today and then try to remember to add more down the line. I'll also share some of the ways I've found these folks so that maybe you all can find some new favorites of your own using these techniques. I realize not everyone has the same taste in music, so you may not like who I've listed here, but I hope that you'll see some interesting influences, hear some sounds you may not have realized existed, and hopefully spark you to find some of your own new favorites. 

Here are a few of my current favorites (some have not had new music in a while, but that doesn't seem to matter)

Esthero (Type her name into youtube. The vidoes are mostly montages, but her sound is moving and even heart-stopping nonetheless)

Thievery Corporation (specific favorite song at the moment = "Lebanese Blonde")

Handsome Boy Modeling School

The Black Keys (A little more well-known, but amazing!)

Otep (Only if you can stand a little metal. Current favorite song = "Head")

John Lee Hooker. Absolutely amazing. And if you're really feeling the Delta Blues sound while listening - type "Hooker 'N Heat" into youtube and listen to all you see. I get chills listening to most of them.

So, as you can see, I use You Tube a lot to find new music. If you know of something you really love the sound of, find that on you youtube. Then on the right hand side there will be suggestions. Sometimes they have similar sounds and can lead you to new things. You do not have to be a member of youtube to listen and watch videos.

Another easy way to find some new artists is by using www.amazon.com. You can type in another song or artist you like, click on one of the albums, then listen to samples of each song on the album. On the same page, scroll down some and you'll find a section that says "Customers who bought this item also bought:". There will be several other albums and artists listed there that are usually similar in feel. You can then click on those albums and listen to those song samples. You don't have to be signed up to amazon.com to use this method.

And finally, probably the best way I've found new music is through pandora. I'm sure almost everyone I know already knows about pandora. Just in case you don't, make sure you sign up for a free account at www.pandora.com. You can create 'channels'. I have a channel for each genre that I like. Make sure to listen as much as you can for a few weeks at least in order to build the stations that fit your preferences. The best way to find the perfect fit for you is by putting in some sample songs that you know you like. Pandora will base what it plays next off of what you put in. Some stuff will be perfect. Some will not. You really must use the 'thumbs up' and 'thumbs down' in order to make Pandora learn exactly what you like. For me, it took several months of occasional thumbs up and thumbs down to finally get it to a point where it's playing 99% stuff I love - and a LOT of it is artists you will not hear on the radio.

So go ahead..if you're a music lover like I am, start exploring some new, amazing artists that you may have never heard of before. Just because they're not on the radio doesn't meant they're not perfect for you.

Relapse

No, not like the Eminem album. Though that is a good album. No, I'm talking about a bit of a relapse in all these lovely changes I'd been making these last few months. You know how when one bad thing happens, it seems that at least 2 more bad things happen right away? In fact, I think one of my first blogs was about bad things coming in threes. Well, it just happened again these last couple of weeks. I have a bit of an anxiety issue. So while I can cope on good days, I just can't control it on bad days.

Remember that nice hypnotherapy I did to stop biting my fingernails? Ah, it worked like a charm! And it was such a relief. And I wasn't embarrassed anymore. Let's just say I relapsed. And here's why...

First, my grandmother starting losing it. Okay, she's been losing it for a while now. But now it's bad. And that upset my mom a lot. It's hard for her to deal with it. I won't elaborate much, because my mom wouldn't want me to. So anyway, Nana had to be moved to a different facility.

The week mom was trying to figure that all out, we found out my mother in law needed a pacemaker. This, after only a year and a half or so after bypass surgery. So you see the pattern forming...right?

A few days before we were headed to my mom's to help move Nana, my truck started having trouble. I'd taken it in for an oil change. I picked it up later that day and went to Target on my lunch break. When I came back out to the parking lot, my car wouldn't start. It didn't even try. It was dead as a doornail. (whatever that means.) So I was then stranded in the Target parking lot in 100 degree heat, trying to find someone to help me. Finally a kind gentleman got me jumpstarted - after about an hour and a half of being out there. I went directly to Napa to buy a new battery. Took it home, hubby replaced the battery. Turned the key. Nothing. So after several expletives, we jumpstarted it again and I took it back to the shop I'd had it at for the oil change. They called me the next day and told me it was the alternator. They replaced it. It wouldn't start. They replaced it again. Wouldn't start. Oh, they tell me, it's the computer. We can't help you. You need to take it to the Isuzu dealership. And there's no Isuzu dealership in Richmond anymore. And yes, they charged me for the oil change, the labor for putting the alternator(s) in, and for charging up the battery so I could drive it off their lot. Oh and we'd bought the second alternator ourselves because it was cheaper that way. And Napa won't take it back. So now we're like $500 into repairs with no repairs completed. And the car's worth about $1500 on a trade in. And the computer repair could be $1000. So. Yeah.

Luckily within a week, a friend of mine found a buyer for the broken Trooper. Its out of my hair now. Though we're a car short. Perfect timing that we needed to go to mom's that next weekend to help with Nana - because we were able to borrow their extra car.

And we've spent two weekends traveling. I'm tired. And it's not over. But one good piece of news...my mother in law had the pacemaker put in late last week and she's doing fine. She may be back to work in a week, even!

So. Lessons learned that I'd like to pass on to you. Number 1: Old people will develop dementia eventually. Buy a self help book to learn how to cope. Number 2: Heart problems suck. Take care of yourself. Number 3: Always have an extra car if you can afford it - because when one dies, it will probably die without warning. Number 4: If you're going to give me bad news, please first wrap my fingers in plaster of paris so I won't chew my nails down to the cuticle. Thanks.

Yes, I'm going to try the hypnotherapy again. Soon.

Summer's ending

Even if we don't want to admit it, summer is ending soon. I must say, after such a record breaking heat, I'm ready for it.

I'll keep drinking sangrias and wearing flip flops until I can't stand it though.

Other than that, I'm sort of looking forward to football, fall blooming plants, Halloween, wearing sweaters, and of course, then the holiday season. Problem is, my wallet isn't ready for that part yet.

On another note, I bought a dress last weekend. I know, it's a shocker. Try to control yourselves. I'm going to a wedding...so it had to happen. I was at Nordstroms for over an hour. The sweet saleslady helped me the best she could. Try as she might, she couldn't make my knees less fat though. She also couldn't make me less pasty white. Both of those things led me to hate all the dresses on me. In the end I found one that looks great on my upper half. My knees are still ugly. I'll do squats and lunges for the next 4 days straight. Maybe that'll help. Oh and I bought some self tanner. Now, if you see me out in the dress, please remember I'm sensitive. One joke limit per person. Thankyouverymuch.

"Castro appears on TV, rips U.S."

That's the headline on CNN this morning. Here's the link: http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/07/12/cuba.castro.appearance/index.html?video=true&hpt=T2

I just had to share my first reaction. When I read that headline, I actually said out loud, "of course he does." That made me realize I've said that to a lot of headlines lately. Wondering I'm being cynical? Or just fed up with negativity in the world.
Here are some other recent examples of headlines where I said, "of course ___ did"...or "of course ___ is", "duh", "riiight"...or "well, yeah...". You can decide if it's just that I'm cynical - or perhaps that they speak for themselves and are no longer surprising.


"Palin move draws attack"

"NAACP to condemn Tea Party racism"

"Consumer Reports nixes iPhone 4"

"Flip flops bad for feet"

"Swiss set Polanski free"

"7 year old boat driver kills mom"

"Judge finds gay marriage ban unconstitutional"

"Oyster population decimated by oil"

"Man blows hand off in fireworks accident"

(all headlines from cnn.com)

Okay, that was my randomness for the day. Sometimes I wonder.... :)

Changes

I'm just realizing that I've been making all sorts of changes lately. Wondering if it has to do with turning 30 last December? I don't feel much different, but maybe there's something underlying that pushing me to move forward. That's a plus of getting a little older, I suppose.

Let's see...what have I changed in the last 6 months? New haircut & color, new cat, new paint in one room, new curtains in 2 rooms, occasionally try to eat better, started a blog, stopped biting my fingernails, and now I've hired a personal trainer. Trying to lose 10 lbs.

I guess that's one pitfall of getting a little older, actually. I used to not have to *try* to do anything regarding my weight. haha! Then suddenly I realized one day that I'd gained 10 lbs. I haven't been particularly *trying* to lose it, either. I'd sorta just given up and didn't really care. But then I realized that I should care. It doesn't make any sense to burn up in the summertime simply because I won't wear shorts for fear someone will see my legs. It also doesn't make sense because I think the older we get, the more apt we are to gain a few as our metabolisms slow. I figured I needed to get back to point A to try to head it all off at the pass. We'll see how that goes... I hate that I actually have to TRY and get in shape. I'm not a big fan of physical exertion. I know, surprise, surprise, right? I also don't like spending my free time doing something I'd rather not do (i.e. the gym). But for now, I'll do it anyway...and maybe after I lose a few pounds, it'll give the motivation I need to continue.

But for now I'll just be here, unable to fully extend my limbs. My trainer hates me I think.

Kids are funny

So I'm not around kids much. Not because I try, but that's just the way it works out. So when I am around them, they never cease to amaze me. Or at least crack me up.

This weekend, one of the hubby's friends came over to the 4th of July cookout we were at. She brought her 3 beautiful, smart little girls. The oldest didn't want much to do with me, but the 3 year old and the 4 year old were glued to me.

They wanted to see a room in the house that had a shut door. I took them in. They asked about everything. "Why is this room messy?", they asked. "Because the boy who lives in here is messy, I guess.", I replied. "Why does he have so many DVDs?" "Um, I guess he likes watching movies."

And then the best part...

"What are THOSE?", they asked, pointing at the collection hanging high on the wall.

"Oh, those are swords that he collects"

"What does he do with them?"

"Nothing, I think he just likes them"

"But does he cut people's heads off?"

I am speechless for a moment. Then I finally spit out, "Um, no honey, he wouldn't do that. That's a terrible thing for someone to do."

"Well, what if someone comes and cuts his head off first"

So I debate internally for a moment. "Well, I suppose if someone came in and cut off his head, then maybe he'd cut theirs off too." I immediately regret my response.

"Well, what if a vampire comes in?"

I'm going to redeem myself. "Honey, there are no such things as vampires. Besides, where did you hear about vampires? Did you watch Twilight?"

"yes, we watched it at my dad's house. There are such things as vampires. They drink your blood. But Twilight was stupid. They don't even drink blood."

"um. Let's go in the other room."

I wasn't sure how much further I should be taking this conversation with a 3 year old.

I have laughed for 2 days thinking back on that. Ah, kids! And people wonder why I don't have any. I have no idea if I should have answered in those ways. I hope I didn't scar her for life talking about those swords!

Respect for your elders, right?

So here's my conundrum. You're supposed to respect your elders, right? Especially if they are family. Then it's double respect. But, what if someone is so awful...so mean and nasty that they don't deserve the respect that you'd show a bug?

Can you help it that your family member is so awful? No. Can you help it that you're related to them at all? Usually, no. But where do you draw the line. Do you suck it up because you're supposed to? If someone is all alone in this world you feel sorry for them. If they're all alone in this world because they alienated themselves, then you shouldn't feel sorry for them, in my humble opinion. Now, the way I see it, you can't leave them to the wolves. But you also don't have to continuously show them sympathy and respect when they do nothing to deserve it.

I'm sorry, but if you can't treat others with a little dignity - a little humanity, then you'll get very little in return. And if you're narcissistic and think you are OWED all these things, then let me tell you: you need to get to a psychologist - STAT. Get some help. Get some drugs. Get off your high horse and MAYBE you'll earn your family back.

Just saying.

Do you believe?

The human brain controls more than many realize. So much that you feel, see, and even smell are rooted in your brain. In fact, many things that may seem like a health problem can actually be psycho-semantic. It's a shame, because if your mind is toxic, so is your body. This can be seen in those that suffer from depression, as an example. Because of depression, many people physically hurt - all over. They may suffer from generalized pain or even headaches, stomach aches, and so on. There is no physical problem and the only way to treat it is to treat the depression.

Having accepted these assertions, it seems obvious that if one can address problems at the root - and at the brain at the same time, the chances of 'fixing' the problem increase significantly. Now, one of the tricks when dealing with matters rooted in the brain, you must WANT the change you are seeking and you must also believe that the change can be made.

I recently tried this for myself. I have bitten my fingernails for - I cannot tell you how long. It has always been more than just a habit. When I asked doctors, their only solution was to 'break the habit'. However, after a lot research, self-reflection, and counseling, I realized this was far greater than 'just a habit'. It was ingrained. it was a sort of release that lead back to anxiety as a child as well as general anxiety as an adult. Essentially, I could not control it because it was literally by brain telling me to bite my fingernails because it would make me feel better.

So I decided to try all sorts of things. Nothing worked. Using bitter tasting polishes on my nails. Nope. Tried putting colored polish on, the idea was that you wouldn't want to mess it up. Nope, didn't matter. Tried sheer willpower. Yeah, that worked for about a hour. Finally I discovered hypnosis. I was a tad skeptical but knew the power of hypnosis, so I was willing to try it. I googled "free hypnosis nail biting" and found several results. I tried one within a few hours. It was a 30 minute session and it was amazing. I can't tell you the state of relaxation I felt. I wasn't asleep, but also wasn't fully awake. I can recall most of what was said. All I can say at this point is that for the first few days after I did it, I felt amazing. Very relaxed every day. I wasn't even stressed in traffic. I was in a happier mood in general. The best part - I had NO desire to bite my nails. It has been more than a week now and the desire to bite them has not returned. I seriously have not even begun to bite them. Since they are growing in now, my cuticles are a mess, and I've been trying to clean them up so I don't feel the need to pick or bite them. The relaxation I felt for several days after has waned, but I think I'll just do the hypnosis again. They say you can do it every day for as long as you need it, or just as needed. The feeling was amazing, so I don't mind doing it again here and there to keep it.

Anyway, I guess my whole point to this story is this: Believe in the powers of your mind.

Where, oh where, has she gone??

Where have I been, you ask??

Or did you notice I was gone?

:)

Well, I went overseas. I just couldn't post that ahead of time. You know, for fear of the whole "broadcasting when you'll be away from your house and people break in" kind of thing.

We went to Ireland and to Scotland. It was quite interesting. I did enjoy being there, however, could have stood to spend a bit less time in Ireland. Now, don't get me wrong, it was absolutely beautiful. And the people were so lovely. It was an adventure in and of itself just learning the different ways they do things. You know, like the toilet flusher is on the wrong side of the tank. And also when you ask for the bathroom, they look at you like you're crazy. You ask for the toilet. Which is so crass to Americans. It's odd, isn't it?

The food was amazing. I'm not just saying that. The meat was so fresh and tasteful. It's apparent the differences in grass fed, free range, antibiotic free meat. I wish we would go back to that. You wouldn't believe how much you could tell the difference. And even better, they didn't cook everything in grease and fat. Even the pizza didn't come with fat pooled on top. And you know what? It tasted great. Not just great...it was BETTER than any pizza I've ever had in the US.

On another note, the shopping was nice. The fashion is so different, I felt like I was in another world though.

To the not so great stuff. We walked our arses off. About 8 miles a day. And it was cold, windy, cloudy, rainy. Even the house we stayed in in Ireland was always damp. The sofa, the carpet, everything. And good luck trying to get a hot bath. You may get a few minutes of hot water, but you better make it snappy. Basically we were just pretty uncomfortable after a few days.

But then we went to Scotland. Perfect! The only downfall was that it was more expensive there than in Ireland. It was probably best we were only able to stay there a couple of days. But really, the architecture was stunning, the people were also pretty nice, and the weather was a tad better. Best part of Scotland? The whiskey, of course!

So, overall, yes I'd recommend each place to travelers. However, you may consider a shorter stay and travel amongst other places closeby. A short 2 day trop to Brussels, Amsterdam or London would have been easy and broken up the monotony.

The pictures above - the first one is one tiny part of Edinburgh, Scotland. The second is in Ireland, at the Cliffs of Moher :)

Today, I revealed my geek side again...

So I was on facebook this morning and saw a post from True Blood HBO. It said season 3 was released on DVD/Blue Ray today. And the first 10 people at each Best Buy to buy it would possibly get tickets to the "True Blood ultimate fan experience". Not only that, but there was a limited supply of other True Blood merchandise at each store. You could buy bottles of Tru Blood, bottle openers, and Merlotte's T-shirts. (http://www.facebook.com/TrueBlood) Do you know I about fell out of my chair?

I work pretty far from a Best Buy so I quickly (I think within about 5 seconds of reading the post) emailed my husband, copying the post to save time, and asking if he was close to a Best Buy. He said perhaps, but asked if it could wait til lunch. I quickly exclaimed that NO, it couldn't! I looked up the time Best Buy opens and was devastated when I saw they had opened about 5 minutes ago. The comments on Facebook explained that folks in big cities were lined up before opening to get in. I was sure it was pointless at this point to even try. I emailed again and said "never mind, it's too late, and not a big deal". I didn't hear back until a half an hour later. He called from Best Buy to make sure he got everything I wanted. Merlotte's T-Shirt? check. Bottle of Tru Blood? check. True Blood bottle opener? check. Season 2 on Blu Ray for a GREAT price? check. No tickets to the "True Blood ultimate fan experience", but it's for the best. The event is on a work night, at midnight, 2 hours away. So all in all, today is a good day.

Only he would take me that seriously about this. He understands - and supports my geeking out behavior. You can blame him, because I now have a new T-shirt that you all can make fun of and it's only because he is so sweet.

Thank you to my hubby, and thank you HBO for giving me a guilty pleasure that is only slightly embarrassing.

The 1960's vs. Today

There is something to be said for progress. Just think, in the 1960's women smoked and drank while they were pregnant. If they worked, it was typically as a secretary or a phone operator, apparently. And it seems it was very hard for a woman to be taken seriously.

There has been progress. More safety laws (think seatbelts), research, cures for diseases, and women are accepted in every profession (mostly), and *gasp* we can say what we like, dress how we please, and raise our children how we see fit.

However, I must say, it sure would be nice it we had been able to hold onto a few things from back then.

* They worked shorter days - apparently most folks worked at 9am or later and only until 5. Ahh...can you imagine?

* It was perfectly acceptable to have a drink during work. Oh if I had a bottle of scotch on my desk, how much more effective would I be?

* Cars were made of metal. Imagine that.

So let's have a movement, shall we? Let's bring back these good parts - but definitely keep the progress we've made. I wouldn't trade any of it, even for a glass of scotch after lunch ;)

A sigh of relief

So, remember that reconnection I mentioned a couple of weeks ago? Well, I went and saw several members of my family that I had not seen in a VERY long time.

I was super nervous leading up to it. I wasn't sure if there were grudges. I wasn't sure if anyone really knew the reason I hadn't been around for 18 years. I wasn't sure if I was setting myself up for failure. What I did know was that I had to do this. I was sick of being scared and sick of 'wondering'. I make no apologies for cutting off the relationship with the person I did. However, I have always been very sad that it led to most of the rest of the family not speaking to me either. I'm sure they just weren't told the whole story. And that's understandable.

Point is, that's all in the past. Ancient past it seems. I hope that they all can come to see that I didn't choose to alienate them all. Only the at fault person - and unfortunately that apparently wasn't communicated well. (I think.) So I hope that my cousins, aunts, and I can move forward from here. And as for the person that this all revolves around...I saw him too. He was pleasant. No one talked about *why* have been missing for so long, which is best. Caught up, saw pictures, met new family members, and left. I feel like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders even though there was no real resolution or anything. I think just facing your fears can make a huge difference without words.

I thank my family for being so welcoming and open. I hope one day that they can realize I was missing for a damn good reason...and I hope they won't hold it against me.

It just has to be said

Alright, I don't want to start more arguments, but this just has to be said.

First, the Arizona Immigration bill is a step in the right direction, but misguided. Frankly, it just opens the door to straight up racial profiling. Don't tell me that if Miguel and I were there on vacation, that it isn't a real possibility that he gets asked to produce papers. Of course he has none, and we don't typically travel with his birth certificate, so he would likely be detained. This DID just happen to a truck driver in AZ. He was at a weigh station and the state trooper asked him for his papers. He was detained until his wife could go home and get his birth certificate and return to the police station. This is not okay. I'm sorry, but it's just not, no matter how you slice it.

Second, I'm sick and tired of people acting like the illegal immigrants that are here are such a strain on our society. Do you even know any illegal immigrants? I can tell you that perhaps some are a strain, but hell, there are untold numbers of legal citizens that are a worse strain. Welfare, what?

Until you KNOW an illegal alien and how they get by, you should probably hold back on passing judgment. The fact is, most are actually contributing members of society - PAYING TAXES, raising and providing for good families, laboring, and contributing to our economy by buying the same things the rest of us do and paying bills. And contrary to popular belief, most want to stay out of the law's reach, so they abide by our laws.

Now, yes, I know that their being here illegally is - well - illegal. But let's try to remember how our country was founded...k? The immigration system is broken and needs to be fixed. Until then, let's try to keep our cool and most importantly, do not take the civil liberties away from our citizens by targeting those people with darker skin.

You can deny it all you want but that IS what is happening.

So, Arizona, try to remember your population is very heavy on the Hispanic side. Try to also recall that Arizona was once part of Mexico. Oh, and I'll never be back there until this bill is overturned and the governor is gone. (By the way, governor, what about your great grandmother who came here 'illegally'? hmm....?)

Duck Doc?

So I had lunch outside with the hubby today over at Capital Ale House in Short Pump. We made some new friends. Most notably a boyfriend and girlfriend duck. There was also a mama duck and 4 little fuzzy babies. They just didn't have as much interest in us as the boyfriend and girlfriend. They stood right by us begging for food. It was so cute. You know I wanted to take them home, right?

Well, the boy duck has an injury. I asked the waitress about it, and she didn't know, so it must have been new. So help me, if someone stepped on him....!!! It was his food, he had a heck of a limp. He even landed on his belly when he tried to jump down off of a step. Poor little guy!

Anyway, my request - if there are any duck doctors out there; please go give him a tiny little splint or cast - or - (tee hee) a crutch... :) And then take a picture. ;)

Corporate Giving

Okay, let's face it - companies donate money to certain causes - in part - so they will look good. It's at least partially about the attention they can get due to their donations.

Most companies take into considerations many factors before donating to a certain cause. For instance, a pet food company may prefer to donate to helping homeless animals because their customer base is obviously animal lovers.

Now, have you heard about KFC's latest endeavor? I will say this up front - I think that donations to a good cause is ALWAYS a good thing. How you go about it and market it is a different story. KFC has agreed to donate 50 cents per bucket of chicken they sell. Guess what the cause is? Ah yes, it's Susan G. Komen. Breast cancer awareness. Here, I have some awareness for you. Don't eat KFC if you want to try to stay cancer free. Of course there are about 50 million causes of cancer, obesity is one of them (http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/factsheet/Risk/obesity). Also the high blood pressure and cholesterol problems will almost certainly develop into heart disease. This is like McDonald's sponsoring some fitness program. Please.

Of course, they point out that you can get their Kentucky Grilled Chicken in that bucket instead of fried. Yeah right. Who goes to KFC to get grilled chicken? Apparently their foray into grilled chicken hasn't done well. Maybe they think this will help?

A mark of a responsible giving program for a company is this: Do it separately from making direct sales, and give to a cause that makes sense for your company. (As I mentioned earlier.) At least shoot for one of the two. Off hand, I can think of some better causes for KFC to give to that would make since for their business. Could they give to Alzheimer's research? Nope, research is mounting that says a healthy diet and exercise is a prevention measure for Alzheimer's. Animal rights? That's laughable. How about the Red Cross? Well maybe. That would actually not be too much of a counter intuitive option. How about a donation to help the hungry? Well, maybe. At least it sort of makes sense seeing as how they do serve sustenance. kinda. You get the idea.

My point is this. If you want to step up and help, just donate the money upfront instead of attaching your donation amount to the number of buckets sold. That is tying it directly to your sales and encouraging customers to buy the worst kind of prepared chicken that I know of. Either that or specify that 50 cents for every bucket of grilled chicken will count. At least pretend to make an effort to promote a healthy lifestyle as a part of breast cancer awareness.

I'm not one to turn down junk food - we all know that. But I am NOT okay with a fast food company charity-washing their business & trying to make money off of people who want to help a cause and instead making them fall victim to it.

Sheesh.

A bit nervous...

So I don't want to get in to too much detail here, but I'm so super nervous about something coming up and I thought I'd put it out there in case anyone can benefit.

In a couple of weeks, I'll be visiting with some estranged family. I'm talking...estranged for real. It's been 18 years or so since I've seen this person - and it was because I decided I no longer wanted to do so. There was a damn good reason, so don't assume I was being selfish or something silly.

Point is, it was the dying wish of another family member that we reconnect. That death was several years ago, and I've been struggling with it the whole time. I couldn't understand why he'd want to put me though that. Then, as time went by I think I realized it wasn't about putting me through anything, rather just about the fact that there are more things in life to think about than the past. Finally, a few months ago, I decided I needed to reconnect afterall. Closure, maybe? Perhaps. Maybe it's just that fear has ruled so many years in this regard that I think if I see him again now that I'm - ahem - older, I can feel stronger. I mean, maybe I just feel the need to reaffirm my decision from 18 years ago. Either way, I feel the need to go. What am I going to say? Hell if I know. No apologies on my end. I expect none from that side either.

Here's to hoping it helps me to let go - be less fearful - and maybe even remind myself that any guilt is his, not mine and that there is so much more to life than holding the past with me all the time.

So my advice to anyone dealing with some scary thing in their life: Face it. It'll eat you up if you don't.

Cinco de Mayo!

Did you know that Cinco de Mayo celebrates the Mexican victory in a battle with the French while the Napoleon III tried to take over Mexico? The Battle of Puebla should have, by all accounts, been won by the French. The rag-tag Mexican force of 2,000 was outnumbered and poorly supplied. The battle lasted all day and the French lost 500 men to the Mexican losses of 100. The battle didn't contribute much to the overall Mexican-French war, but it was a significant moral victory for the government and it tightened the resistance. The war lasted 6 more years.

Many Americans equate Cinco de Mayo with the Mexican Independence which wasn't until much later. We celebrate Mexican heritage on Cinco de Mayo here. Dancing, drinking, parades, food, all celebrating the strength and tenacity of the people.

Sound a little like America's early years to you? It does to me. Outnumbered, a rag tag force of citizens, and a strong resistance. So happy Cinco de Mayo to us all ~ Viva Mexico! Viva America!

Sleepy sucks

One of the worst things in our everyday lives is not sleeping well.

It's true. Think about it. Maybe the only worse thing is being sick. But then again, being sick often means you also don't sleep well. It all leads back to sleep, I'm telling you.

Isn't it awful when you don't sleep much - and every time you wake up you think, "Aw, crap, I'm not sleeping for poop tonight and tomorrow's gonna suck!" I'm sure that just makes it worse. But the point is you know that tomorrow's going to suck. And the fact that tomorrow comes, and it DOES suck...well that's just icing on the cake.

When this happens to me (and it's more often than I'd like to admit), I swear I feel like I got hit by a truck. My body hurts, head throbs, neck aches, and I just can't keep my eyes open. What's more... I hate regular coffee, so I can't feel better artificially like some folks can. If I didn't work in the middle of nowhere, maybe I could get to Starbucks to get some GOOD coffee. But, alas, the nearest Starbucks is 15 minutes away.

So here I sit. I can't get anything done because my mind is so cloudy. I can't even talk right. My words don't come out like they should. People surely think I'm hungover. I swear, I'm not.

What can I do to feel better? If you need me, I'll be under my desk. :)

Even if you don't like horse racing...

I'll admit, I'm not the biggest fan of horse racing. Aside from having ridden horses when I was young, I have no connection at all.

That said, I will, however, be celebrating the Kentucky Derby this weekend- albeit not at a party or anything. It seems all my friends are ALWAYS busy! Hubby and I will watch a few minutes of the race in order to have an excuse to celebrate with the famous mint julep. Ah, I can't wait! In fact, I found a new drink today on the Kathy Lee and Hoda show that is also apparently a staple. It's called the Oaks Lily (and it's trademarked!)

Both recipes are below for anyone who wants to indulge. :) Let me know if you try them and what you thought...and are you going to watch the race - in your living room - with a big fancy crazy hat like I will?

Mint Julep:
4 fresh mint sprigs
2 1/2 ounces of Bourbon
1 teaspoon powdered sugar
2 teaspoons of water

Muddle mint leaves, sugar and water in the bottom of a highball glass for a few minutes. Make sure the mint leaves look bruised when you're done. You may also wish to heat in the microwave for 10 seconds or so in order to dissolve the sugar. Fill the glass with crushed ice and top with the bourbon. Stir and serve.

Oaks Lily (TM):
1 ounce vodka
1 ounce sweet and sour mix
3 ounces cranberry juice
splash of triple sec (can use orange juice if needed)

Add ingredients, along with 1/2 cup crushed ice into a shaker and shake for a few seconds. Serve with a garnish: a cherry or orange slice.

Babies!

No, I'm not having one. There's just babies everywhere and I thought I'd mention it. My cousin's wife just had two premature babies, each one under 2lbs...but are doing well. It's amazing the technology we have that can help these babies to grow big and strong! All sorts of friends and coworkers are pregnant. I guess it's the season!

And on a less important note - the geese have little fuzzy babies too! In fact, I watched a family of geese waddle across Broad Street yesterday. They were going to the mall. Actually made me wonder why the chicken - erm - goose - crossed the road. I just imagine there was a sale at Nordstrom's that they had to get to.

When a coworker and I were ogling over the baby geese outside of our window yesterday I told her about the geese crossing broad street and how the cars all stopped to let them cross. She said, "you know, this is why I love Richmond. If that had happened in Northern Virginia, those geese would have just been run over. The people here are so nice". I took it as a compliment; but I'm sharing with the rest of you - so if any Richmonders are reading this; take this as a reminder that we are still different (in a good way) than other cities. People that are visiting notice it all the time. So remember to show your southern class. People are watching and wishing their city was more like ours...

(picture courtesy of Paula Long. Baby geese at our office)

47 more days!

"Until what?" you ask?

Well, prepare yourself for the nerdness that follows. I mentioned recently how my husband is a nerd. I picked on his DC vs. Marvel commentary. I was not exaggerating, and I still believe him to be a nerd. I accept that.

So, now you will be privy to another bit of information. Some information that I realize could be used against me at any time.

I love True Blood (HBO). 47 more days until the season premiere! You may not think it's that crazy to count down to a season premiere. But try this on for size...

I was so addicted to True Blood that when last season ended, I actually didn't know what to do with myself. I bought the first book in the series that it was based on but then couldn't bring myself to read it because it was 'old' now...as we are already past all of that on the show. Not to mention the series is apparently pretty loosely based on the books and I was scared to ruin it for myself. However, within a few weeks, it was unbearable. I just had to know more. I became a fan of True Blood on facebook. Also became a fan of HBO. Then a fan of both on twitter. Then a fan of - yes, I'm going to say it - people playing the characters on twitter. Okay, maybe that doesn't make sense. (it shouldn't). There are actually "True Blood players" on twitter who actually have conversations with each other and act out scenes AS the characters from the show. So yes, I followed Sookie Stackhouse, Vampire Bill, Eric Northman...and I will stop here because the list DOES go on.

As if that wasn't bad enough, for months, I have been visiting the HBO website just trying to get some bits of anything to quench my thirst (pun intended). Almost bought the Tru Blood drink, but decided not to because of all the sugar. (diet Tru Blood would be a great addition, HBO!) I even considered buying the T-shirt and apron from the HBO shop and dress up as Sookie for Halloween. Perhaps that's where my line was drawn. My nerdness ended there, I could not do it. However, I was a pirate for one Halloween party last year - that's not AS nerdy, right?

The hubby bought me a "Fangtasia" T-shirt for Christmas. It was probably my favorite gift, but I had to play it cool.

The sad thing is this. On one of our weekly trips to blockbuster, a few weeks ago, I was enlightened. We have a guy who works there that knows about all of our nerdness. He shares most of them. We geek out over True Blood, Dexter, Weeds, and countless movies. In fact, he's a lot like my husband. Normal exterior - Star Wars geek interior. However, he noticed my shirt - the Fangtasia shirt. He actually called ME a nerd. I couldn't believe this. The things we've shared! The ease I felt there....and now, you're saying it out loud? I am a nerd, you say?? So. I promptly went home, unfollowed Sookie Stackhouse, Vampire Bill, Eric Northman, et al. I have not been to the HBO website in weeks.

But you can't take my countdown away from me. And I still follow a couple of the actual actors on twitter. Is that a little less nerdy than following the characters? I hope so.

Oh, and I'm wearing the shirt Saturday. Shut up.

I have to admit

I have a sweet tooth.

That should be no surprise to many of my friends. I AM picky about what sweets I eat. For some reason I sometimes think that makes a difference. I know it doesn't. Just because I don't like white chocolate macadamia nut cookies doesn't mean I won't eat 6 boxes of thin mints in a month. So. The whole 'picky' thing matters in my head but not to my butt.

The worst part is I am starting to feel sick after I eat sugary stuff. You'd think this would be a good thing, right? Like maybe this means I won't want it - and I can stop eating it without too much withdrawal, right? Nope. That just means I feel sick to my stomach a lot now. Yesterday I had my way with some tastykake mini donuts. A lot of them. Then for 6 hours I was sick to my stomach. I didn't eat dinner because my stomach hurt. But what do you think I did this morning? Went and got a BK Mocha Joe from Burger King. Ohhhh, but it tasted so good! So now here I sit. An upset stomach. Waiting for it to pass so I can go get a blizzard. Sad. I know.

I guess my sweet tooth is a little more like a serious, insane, disgusting addiction that I act like I care about, but really don't...? Well, maybe I act like I DON'T care, but I really do. Is it like smoking? I really don't think I could quit my sweets. Scared to try. I think I'd be happier if I could just stop eating it - but the process of doing so is too scary. I did it once before and I felt horrible. But was it worse than getting sick every time I eat something? Ugh. Maybe it's time to try again. All my clean eaters out there, hook me up with a little advice!

Just puttin' it out there...

I'm no fashionista, but I do idolize Stacey and Clinton ;)

Just a couple of things I'm just gonna put out there regarding some fashion no-no's. If you have more to add, please comment below!

1. If you can see your belt loops of your pants, you should be wearing a belt. It makes you look clean and polished. (just as long as the belt is nice!). There's just something about visible, empty belt loops that makes it look like you forgot something. I got this tip from a friend in the military. He was a victim of the don't ask don't tell policy, so I won't name names. But a big thank you goes out to him ;)

2. Unless you're wearing capris, a skirt, or shorts, your pants have to be long enough. If you're wearing heels, the bottom of your pants should come about halfway down the heel. So if your heels are 3 inches, your pants should be at about 1 1/2 inches down the heel. You can even go a little lower to make it look even sleeker. Guys, this counts for you, too. Your pants should cover come down about halfway down the back of your shoes. All these measurements are while standing. No high waters, okay?

3. Pantyhose are out. If you're insecure with your legs like I am, but feel the need to wear a skirt or dress, wear tights with them. They come in all sorts of colors, lengths, and opaqueness. If you're just real pale or your skin tone is a little uneven on your legs, use a gradual sunless tanner. The gradual ones are best, they are very forgiving. You just have to plan ahead and use it for a few days in advance.

Okay, that's all. Just lookin' out!

It never stops!

There's always something....

My dog has been acting strange for a few days, not wanting to play, not jumping onto or off of furniture, and yelping when we touch her head. She was still eating and drinking though, so we thought maybe she had allergies. Called the vet yesterday, they said, "um, can you come in now? And, you didn't leave her alone, did you?" Well, I quickly went into crazy mom mode. I left work and took her to the vet right away. After a couple of xrays and 20 horrible minutes of waiting, she has some slipped disks in her neck. That's crazy, I say! She's 2 years old! Vet says she should see some improvement in a couple weeks, but may take several months. And just as in humans, she could easily re-injure. Poor thing is in so much pain, I wish I could help. In the meantime, I have to try to keep her still (not too hard since she doesn't want to do anything) and switch from a collar to a harness. The vet says she could have hurt her neck doing something as simple as jumping down off the bed, but it also could be worsened by using a collar. I guess it's at least an excuse to buy her a cute new harness.

And if that wasn't enough, my mom had to put her (our) cat down yesterday. She had kidney failure and was rapidly worsening. Poor kitty. And poor mom. That cat was the last animal in her house. And for us animal lovers, there's nothing worse than a pet-less home.

If you'd like to keep count, there's more. My sister in law's husband who is 31 got his biopsy results yesterday. He has inoperable cancer. They are going to go for some serious radiation and chemo. Kind of scary since he's only a year older than me. Makes you think.

Then, a coworker had a heart attack yesterday in the gym at work. He's about 40 and in good shape. Also makes you think. Tell everyone you love how much you care about them - every day. You just never know. And yes, in case you didn't notice, everything in this blog took place YESTERDAY.

Finally, as a testament to paying attention to your health, my mother in law's sister is back in the hospital with another stint being put in her heart. I have lost count how many stints & how many operations this makes. For those of you who know you're not well, you should take warning signs seriously. Change your ways. I know it sucks to stop smoking or lose weight, but trust me on this, it's better than not being here at all. And if you think it doesn't matter - just ask all of your friends and family. I'd bet they would miss you if you weren't around. Some folks don't have the luxury of getting warning signs. Even if you haven't had a bad episode yet, but you know you're not healthy, take it seriously. And for those who've been dealt a bigger blow, remember your stints, make your changes, try to get healthy - for everyone's sake.

So, I know I said I'd try for a lighter post today. Sorry I couldn't deliver. I just can't believe how bad stuff piles up. Anyone had similar experiences - when it rains, it pours?

Sometimes it's okay to blame others

It's usually not the best thing for your career, or even in school, to point fingers. Typically, we all own a little bit of whatever it was that happened. Maybe your group project got a bad grade or was late. It may not have been your fault, but you were part of the group, and so you just share some of the responsibility. After all, wasn't there something you could have done to pick up the slack or get the others in the group headed in the right direction?

Most of the time, your boss would rather hear you take responsibility than to play the blame game. He probably even realizes its not your fault, but appreciates you stepping up and being the bigger person.

These are all good lessons. If you haven't learned them yet, you will. That being said; it occurs to me that there are some times where it is not only okay, but in fact it's important to point the finger at the person responsible. This whole school bully thing has been eating at me, like it has been for so many people. I think bullies are made not by something that happened TO them, but rather by not learning some important things early in life. This includes not learning sympathy, empathy, self-worth and acceptance of things different than you're used to. Also a concern is for those that have learned racial and religious discrimination. I have to put this out there. These things must be learned from parents. Parent have to take an active role in helping their children to know and feel what sympathy and empathy is. This happens through conversations beginning at an early age - and includes teaching that all people, no matter their race, sex, etc have exactly the same value as anyone else. Teaching that animals' lives have a worth, along with strangers are just as important. Without feeling sympathy or empathy, children actually do not care who they hurt. They aren't the ones feeling the pain and cannot nor do not care what it feels like to the kids they are bullying.

Some say it's about power. They think these kids bully in order not to be bullied. Maybe in some cases. However, I think that it is obvious that there is more to it. A lot more. There is a darkness in them - not an evil cloud or anything, but instead, just an absence of light. The darkness is an empty place that has never been filled. Even worse, some have hatred in that spot. It's hard to imagine, but some parents actually instill hate in their kids. The white supremacists in the U.S. have families and their kids have the same viewpoints as them. Off to a great start. It's like that. Kids are blank slates. They do not know a language when they are born. We teach them whatever language we want them to use. They are not born with religion, we teach them whichever religion we want them to follow. Likewise, they are not born understanding humanity and society. We must teach them how to care. Teach them how to interact and how to be a positive influence on society. If they don't learn it from good parents, who will they learn it from?

Finally, victims of assault - should - and must blame their offender. It can never be the fault of the victim. The best part of pointing the finger though, even if not in a court of law, is that is helps the healing process. You can then forgive yourself and know that you did nothing wrong. Even all the stuff that happens after the incident isn't your fault. It's liberating to realize that all the secondary baggage that comes with an assault is completely normal and is the sole responsibility of the assailant. In regards to this, our society cannot continue to make jokes about assault. Do not make light of these problems. They are very real, and life-changing. Why do we laugh at jokes on TV about priests who molest kids? There is truly nothing funny about it, and those victims cannot heal if they are constantly reminded in the media that the rest of us thinks it's funny.

Sorry for the solemn post. I'll try to make the next one a little lighter :)

The Trials and Tribulations of taking the cat to the vet

If you have any animals, you know the vet trips can be - well - interesting. For some reason, I've never had much trouble with any of my animals at the vet though. We live about 2 minutes from our vet's office, so the trip is usually very easy & the folks there are great, so trips are pretty uneventful.

That said...Monday I had to take our new cat to the vet for his 'initial exam'. The last time he was in a carrier, he was in one of those plastic ones and he pooped & slid all around in it. The mess was insane. So this time I decided to use the soft carrier. This way, if he pooped, he at least wouldn't be sliding around in it and covered head to tail in feces.

So in the 2 minutes to the vet, he cried...but then suddenly stopped right as I was pulling in the parking lot. He also was quiet inside. Weird. I brought my dog along simply so she wouldn't have to spend more time alone and could get a little socializing in. (yes I realize I am crazy). So the resident dog at the office (a 2 year old yellow lab) of course comes over and is nosing around at Sari. He ignored the cat carrier. The lab is so sweet, and I'm petting him, he's happy - turns a bit to put his butt in front of me so I can scratch above his tail...or so I thought. In all actuality, he was prepping for something. I couldn't believe it. He lifted his leg, and PEED on me! Right on my leg. From my knee to my ankle. I was dumbfounded. Did that REALLY just happen? So I quickly push him off (too late), scoop up my dog and rush to the bathroom to try to clean it off my pants a bit. I did what I could, then informed the receptionist - just so they'd know. She was horrified, but no worries, I kept my cool. It wasn't her fault. I was just as shocked as she was.

Okay, so that was a bad enough day...right?

Nope.

So we get called into the exam room. Grizzly (the new cat) is great. His sewn-up eye could have been sewn better the vet says. Other than that, no worries. As we're talking, I smell pee. I ignore it at first, assuming it's the dog pee on my leg. (lovely.) However, I soon realize there is that distinct cat pee smell. I smelled my hands, I looked on the table. No pee. The vet says she smells it too. Ah. I don't want to look. Please, no, it can't be. Yes. The cat has peed in the soft carrier. Oh, not a big deal, you say? Just replace it, right? Well, if ONLY the story stopped there. We sop up what we can. Put a towel in so Grizzly doesn't have to ride back in it. I get out to the car - and - oh yes, the pee had soaked through the carrier during the trip and was on the car seat. The cloth car seat. Oh yes, you read that.

So for 3 nights I've been putting enzymatic cleaner on the seat, leaving the windows open to dry, getting in the car the next day to the sickening smell & trying to drive to work without puking. Last night I put the last of the cleaner on. This time I just ditched the squirter and dumped it on. Can't hurt, right?

So if you want to go hang out anytime soon...can we take your car?

Captain America - Batman - Spiderman?

I know I will be disappointing some of you today. But I have to admit this. I don't understand comic book lingo.

Last night my husband tells me that Chris Evans has been announced as playing Captain America. "Really?" I responded, actually having no idea what this meant or if I was supposed to get something from that. Pretty quickly I divulged that I couldn't even remember who he was. The hubby tells me that he played in "The Fantastic 4", and that sparked the memory (*whew*!). After a few seconds I thought it strange that he would play in two different comic book movies (aren't you proud of me for knowing they were both comic books?) I asked my husband "isn't it weird for him to play the guy in Fantastic 4 and now Captain America?" He assured me it was fine, and I should allay my fears. (ha!)

But I persisted. I asked "isn't it the same as if...umm...what's his name...Christian Bale played Batman and then he played..umm...Spiderman?". My husband is aghast. I'm crazy! Something about them being DC comics or Marvel or whatever. I pretended to understand after a few more minutes of his explaining the difference and why it was okay for one actor to play in two of something...but not another type. (Can you tell I am still confused?)

I must also admit at this point that I still don't actually care. I wish I cared. For his sake, I do. I even feign caring...because I know he's serious. He's not your typical comic book nerd, but deep down, he knows he's a nerd nonetheless.

A cute nerd.

Love you honey! :)

They come in "3's", right?

Bad luck streaks, that is.

I hope that's true. In a matter of two days I had three notable bad luck experiences. First, Friday morning, I decided to use a curling iron to try to tame my new haircut. I haven't used a curling iron in ages and thought it was a good time to give it a whirl. I pretty quickly ended up with a painful, large burn on my neck. Good times.

Later that night I was volunteering at the animal shelter. A young volunteer said she was having trouble getting a particular cat our of it's cage. She said, "She's really mean". And of course, I assume she's just doing it wrong. I marched over to show her how to gain the trust of a cat. The cat quickly proceeds to attack me - yes, attack, I'm not just saying that. (Good luck getting that one adopted). So I'm burned on the neck from earlier, now bleeding from my wrist and hand from petting this stupid devil-cat, and I'm sulking because a 12-year old just told me something and she was right. Not to mention, later that same 12 year old tells me I look like "Jessica" from Twilight. I did not know if that was a compliment, as I only recall who "Bella" is. I asked for clarification and she said, "you know, the one who's kinda dumb." Nice. Did I just get word-smacked by a 12 year old?? I said, "ohhhhh, thaaaanks". She of course said she didn't mean it like that. I moved on and exclaimed that I appreciated her comparing me to someone so young, since I was probably much older than the actress she was referring to. Hoping to hear protest at this point - and there was none.

Anyway, so Saturday I'm healing from my burn, the bleeding from the cat teeth and claws had subsided. I was taking a shower and - BAM - fell straight down, nothing to break my fall. I bruised my rump something fierce, and the best part - knocked a hole in the tub with my knee. Still can't sit straight, working at the computer all day is fuuuun!

So here's to hoping my clumsiness has subsided for the time being, that bad stuff really does only happen in 3's....and that the next three don't start tomorrow!

My first blog

My thoughts are varying; from news, politics, religion, human rights, animal rights, to personal stories...today my hope is this: That someone will benefit from considerations of my (and others') trials and tribulations. And you can always have a laugh with me - I tend to be clumsy, so my little stories should be interesting.

I do not want to be too serious, but I want there to be a place where intelligent conversation can be had about all the topics listed above, and where I may share my personal stories for your benefit.

First, I'd like to introduce you to myself, my husband and my dog - our child :)

The hubby and I were both born on the east coast, in the south, and therefore have some of that southern-ness that just can't be replicated. Yes, we like sweet tea. And no, you can't just bring unsweetened tea out and expect me to put sugar in it. It is not the same. Trust me. We say "y'all", "ought", and "rivah". Aside from the random southern characteristics we posses, we also share a love for traveling, photography, art, movies & books. Though, he likes classic books and I'm not a huge fan. I prefer more current books that keep you riveted. The main difference - my husband is an avid runner. He really enjoys it. I run occasionally...mainly for the sole purpose of losing a few pounds. Typically that's not enough motivation however. I end up running a few miles a week for a few months, then I give up. That is one thing I just cannot see the fun in. If you want me to run, you'll have to drag me behind a horse. That, or dangle some chocolate chip ice cream in front of me. Wait, does that defeat the purpose?

Our dog is Sari, she's a papillon and is our child in the ways that matter. She's the cutest dog I've ever seen, and is so smart that it hurts. She's done agility along with basic dog training, but she picks up on things the first go-round. Just the other day, she decided she didn't want to go in her pen while I left for work. So she went upstairs, laid on the bed and just looked at me like, "What? I always stay here on the bed while you leave". I had to trick her to get her to come with me downstairs to her pen. She remembered the trick the next day, so now each day I have to come up with a new trick. I'm running low.

Speaking of me...I got my hair done (finally) a couple of weeks ago. While discussing the 'shape' that the new haircut would create, I told my hairdresser - "well, I'm a little concerned. I think my face shape is oval, so I'm worried what you're talking about will make my head look like one big bubble." She looks closely at my face, pulls my hair back and peers into the mirror at me. She says, I'm not kidding, "oh, no you have more of an upside down triangle shape to your face." Oh. Well, I'm so glad I look like an alien. The look of horror on my face must have been obvious. She quickly corrected herself, "I'm so sorry, I'm tired. That's not even a face shape. It's more of a heart shape!" No honey, the damage is done. So if you find yourself 'yielding' when you see me....you'll know why.
So, there you have my household.

Until tomorrow - friends :)