Do I dare mention them? Should I risk even bringing up their existence?
I mean, in past years, when they've been mentioned......well, it's like Murphy's Law. Bring it up and if I don't want it to happen, it will....or vice versa.
What the heck am I talking about, you ask.
New Year's Resolutions!!!!
(crickets)
I know, I know! They are pure evil.......with good intentions.
Kinda like buying your niece a sugary beverage. You mean well, but the evil that comes after consumption is one for the record books!!!
Heinous @ Irregularly Periodic Ruminations(on Dec 30, I'm still trying to catch up) what their NYRs are this year.
My NYRs consist of things I always (in the back of my brain) want to accomplish. But, because it's the beginning of a new year, I'll call them New Years Resolutions. :-)
Let's see......
1) Spend at least one night a month with my niece and nephew.
* Those poor kids love me to death, and I'm always too busy to spend quality one on one (or rather, two on one) time with them. Even if it's just to take them to Subway for dinner one night, or a movie, or...well, anything really. They are such good kids! And since I don't have (and aren't having) any of my own...they will be forced to take care of me when I grow old and grouchy.
{just kidding kids}
{kinda}
2) Workout regularly.
* Yep, it's not something new. It's not imaginative. It's #1 on the list of most frequently appearing on American's NYR list. I know. But...it's #1 for a reason. I need to do it, plain and simple.
3) Limit myself to 1 hour of TV per week day.
* Unless hubby is watching with me. Then it counts as together time..and there's no limit. :-)
I'm leaving my list at 3. It's a nice, roundish, do-able number...don't you think???
Monday, January 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Waaaay Back When-sday, Episode 1
What's with the weirdo spelling of Wednesday?? Well....after getting caught up on a number of the blogs I follow....(the last time I read any was last Tuesday - I'm still trying to get caught up! Good thing it's a holiday, and there were less posts because of it. whew!)...."Way Back When-sday" is my take on an idea I see allot of in other blogs. Where I take you "way back when" on Wednesdays. Catchy, eh?
No???? That's OK, I understand. Sometimes silly ideas just need to play themselves out. I mean, the first struggle is remembering to post a way back story on Wednesdays. It will probably last all of 1 month (if that)...but let's give it a shot!!!
If anyone has a question about my life (yeah right, like I'm sooo important!) or wants to know when/how I met someone....how prom went (and be specific, there were 6...count them 6 proms)....etc, etc.....throw me a comment, and I'll give you the scoop. :-)
So.....let's see....what moment do I replay in my head..to start this party??
OK...here's one...
When I was younger, I spent allot of time in St. Louis with my aunt and uncle. I love St. Louis, I really do. There's always something going on. And I've probably only seen 1% of the place.
But anyway...my grandma would drive me down for the summer. She's stay a few days, then drive home, and I'd live there for a month or so. Grandma was always really nervous about driving in the city. Now that I think about it, props to her for doing it as much as she did.
One year, we were on our way down...and we came to an 'Y' intersection. Do we go left? Do we go right? Hmmmmm.....so there she is, stopped, in the middle of traffic, trying to remember. Well....she picked the wrong way. And, about half way through the turn, figured it out. Did she continue straight so she could turn around somewhere and come back?? Nope, she stopped right there...and BACKED UP!!! Oh my gosh, I wasn't of driving age...but I was plenty old enough to be nervous about her decision!
Once we were heading in the right direction, she turned to me and said "Now, don't you tell your aunt about this!"
Yeah, yeah grandma, don't worry, I won't.......
......until you leave.
Yep, the most horrible granddaughter in the world, told her aunt about the traffic incident the minute grandma left the house for home.
Later, I found out why I wasn't to tell her. You see, it's very similar to how my hubby feels when he does something silly and I get to see it. He knows that I'll blog about it.
My aunt, was a news radio DJ on....well, I think it was KMOX. And, to my horror, my aunt went to work, and told the story to her listeners. Unfortunately, grandma wasn't out of town yet. She had stopped to do some shopping before heading out.
(sigh)
When she came back to pick me up later in the summer, I had forgotten about it. But she hadn't. She wasn't mad, angry, or upset...but when she brought it up, it was accompanied by those guilt-inducing grandma eyes. You know the ones!!!
Once we arrived at her house in Iowa (8 or so hours later)....I ran to the restroom....and spent the rest of the week with her sicker than a dog. Sick enough that, in hindsight, I probably should have been taken to the doctor. Food poisoning, big time. And I can point out the truck stop diner that did it to me! Yuck!
It was a karma payback...guaranteed. :-) :-)
No???? That's OK, I understand. Sometimes silly ideas just need to play themselves out. I mean, the first struggle is remembering to post a way back story on Wednesdays. It will probably last all of 1 month (if that)...but let's give it a shot!!!
If anyone has a question about my life (yeah right, like I'm sooo important!) or wants to know when/how I met someone....how prom went (and be specific, there were 6...count them 6 proms)....etc, etc.....throw me a comment, and I'll give you the scoop. :-)
So.....let's see....what moment do I replay in my head..to start this party??
OK...here's one...
When I was younger, I spent allot of time in St. Louis with my aunt and uncle. I love St. Louis, I really do. There's always something going on. And I've probably only seen 1% of the place.
But anyway...my grandma would drive me down for the summer. She's stay a few days, then drive home, and I'd live there for a month or so. Grandma was always really nervous about driving in the city. Now that I think about it, props to her for doing it as much as she did.
One year, we were on our way down...and we came to an 'Y' intersection. Do we go left? Do we go right? Hmmmmm.....so there she is, stopped, in the middle of traffic, trying to remember. Well....she picked the wrong way. And, about half way through the turn, figured it out. Did she continue straight so she could turn around somewhere and come back?? Nope, she stopped right there...and BACKED UP!!! Oh my gosh, I wasn't of driving age...but I was plenty old enough to be nervous about her decision!
Once we were heading in the right direction, she turned to me and said "Now, don't you tell your aunt about this!"
Yeah, yeah grandma, don't worry, I won't.......
......until you leave.
Yep, the most horrible granddaughter in the world, told her aunt about the traffic incident the minute grandma left the house for home.
Later, I found out why I wasn't to tell her. You see, it's very similar to how my hubby feels when he does something silly and I get to see it. He knows that I'll blog about it.
My aunt, was a news radio DJ on....well, I think it was KMOX. And, to my horror, my aunt went to work, and told the story to her listeners. Unfortunately, grandma wasn't out of town yet. She had stopped to do some shopping before heading out.
(sigh)
When she came back to pick me up later in the summer, I had forgotten about it. But she hadn't. She wasn't mad, angry, or upset...but when she brought it up, it was accompanied by those guilt-inducing grandma eyes. You know the ones!!!
Once we arrived at her house in Iowa (8 or so hours later)....I ran to the restroom....and spent the rest of the week with her sicker than a dog. Sick enough that, in hindsight, I probably should have been taken to the doctor. Food poisoning, big time. And I can point out the truck stop diner that did it to me! Yuck!
It was a karma payback...guaranteed. :-) :-)
Argh!!!
OK, something has been bugging me since Christmas day, and I can't shake it....so I'm going to vent about it really quick, and then it will be done, and I'll feel better.
DON'T PEOPLE WHO TELL THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS THEY ARE FAT, REALIZE THEY ARE THEN TEACHING THEIR CHILDREN THAT IT'S OK TO BE SO RUDE??? I mean, come on...what's with this????
If these family members have stumbled across this blog, fine...whatever...I don't care any more. Read this, and assume I'm a bitch. Big, fat, f*cking deal. What needs said is going to be said.
The Portland brother sent his parents a web cam for the holidays. On Xmas day, they "called" in to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. It was a really cool idea. They get to see each other, instead of just talking. They get to see the grand kids, and how they are growing. His parents were truly excited.
When they called, Mot's dad just kept yelling his name, wanting him to come talk to his brother. The rest of us were in the den, watching one of Erin's' movies (and sleeping - it was a long - or rather short - night). And no one was hearing him yell.
Someone finally came back to wake us up...I mean, get our attention. :-)
They asked where Mot was (because he avoids cameras like the plague, we all know it)....so Mot walks over into view of the web cam to say hello.
The camera was pointed so that they could see his folks seated in front of the computer....and they couldn't see Mot's head as he was standing behind them.
Instead of saying "Tommy, all we see is your belly, crouch down for us!"....they say "All we can see is Tommy's fat belly."
{banging my head on the coffee table as I type this}
I just don't get it.
#1, can you be any more rude? I refused to step in front of the camera when they asked where I was. God, if they think my hubby is fat....what the hell do they think of me.
#2, who taught them this? Mot doesn't do it, his oldest brother doesn't do it. Where did this....complete disregard and lack of respect for family come from? Name calling? Are we in the 3rd grade again??? Is this textbook psychology? Does it make you feel better about YOUR inadequacies by calling someone else fat?? What a sad, depressing life you must live? I judge people by what they are in the inside, to hell with what they look like.
I just don't get it.
Well, anyway, I feel better getting that off of my chest. Call me fat, I just blow it off....call my loved ones fat...and it really pisses me off. I'm a bit defensive of those I care about. I can't help it, it's who I am.
DON'T PEOPLE WHO TELL THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS THEY ARE FAT, REALIZE THEY ARE THEN TEACHING THEIR CHILDREN THAT IT'S OK TO BE SO RUDE??? I mean, come on...what's with this????
If these family members have stumbled across this blog, fine...whatever...I don't care any more. Read this, and assume I'm a bitch. Big, fat, f*cking deal. What needs said is going to be said.
The Portland brother sent his parents a web cam for the holidays. On Xmas day, they "called" in to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. It was a really cool idea. They get to see each other, instead of just talking. They get to see the grand kids, and how they are growing. His parents were truly excited.
When they called, Mot's dad just kept yelling his name, wanting him to come talk to his brother. The rest of us were in the den, watching one of Erin's' movies (and sleeping - it was a long - or rather short - night). And no one was hearing him yell.
Someone finally came back to wake us up...I mean, get our attention. :-)
They asked where Mot was (because he avoids cameras like the plague, we all know it)....so Mot walks over into view of the web cam to say hello.
The camera was pointed so that they could see his folks seated in front of the computer....and they couldn't see Mot's head as he was standing behind them.
Instead of saying "Tommy, all we see is your belly, crouch down for us!"....they say "All we can see is Tommy's fat belly."
{banging my head on the coffee table as I type this}
I just don't get it.
#1, can you be any more rude? I refused to step in front of the camera when they asked where I was. God, if they think my hubby is fat....what the hell do they think of me.
#2, who taught them this? Mot doesn't do it, his oldest brother doesn't do it. Where did this....complete disregard and lack of respect for family come from? Name calling? Are we in the 3rd grade again??? Is this textbook psychology? Does it make you feel better about YOUR inadequacies by calling someone else fat?? What a sad, depressing life you must live? I judge people by what they are in the inside, to hell with what they look like.
I just don't get it.
Well, anyway, I feel better getting that off of my chest. Call me fat, I just blow it off....call my loved ones fat...and it really pisses me off. I'm a bit defensive of those I care about. I can't help it, it's who I am.
Ok....it's not allllivvveeeeee :-(
That's right, the poor digital camera has come out of remission. The dreaded Error 99 screen showed up again this morning, as I was trying to take a picture of our Grinch waffle maker and it's funky spiral shaped waffles. (we're so cool, aren't we?)
Ugh!
Anyway, it did it again. So, back to the Internet, for more research. Damn!
Ugh!
Anyway, it did it again. So, back to the Internet, for more research. Damn!
Perms, Curtains and a Vivarium
I have this crazy, messed up hair. No really!! Up until college, it was straight as a board. Not an ounce of curl to speak of. Then, just out of college, a co-worker (ex-beautician) gave me a perm. It would seem that the perm brought out the natural curl. :-) Really, I can't grow it straight to save my soul now. :)
But, unlike my sister's hair, my new natural curl is not attractive. The top isn't curly at all, the middle section is really curly, and the end 3 or 4 inches is a strange, twisted, unattractive curl.
So, because of this unfortunate state of hair, I now have my hair stylist perm my hair every so often, to control the craziness. This happened on Monday night. It's now Wednesday morning.....and it's finally time to wash the mess. We had a million mile an hour winds yesterday, and while I was out and about running errands, it effectively blew my hair into a bozo the clown looking mess. :-)
After much consideration, I've decided to not take a picture so everyone can see. (sorry Sheila) :-)
Tuesday was a busy day. My body is getting used to this unpaid week off. It just doesn't seem to want to get up earlier than 8:00, even though I'm usually an early riser. It must understand the "enjoy it while you can" concept. :-)
I got up, picked at my newly curled hair, and met a buddy for lunch. Olive Garden...yummy. :-)
After lunch, I stopped by a fabric store. Yes, Nej in a fabric store...can you believe it? Talk about a fish out of water. I have no clue what to do in these places. But, you see, I had to go. The sewing machine I was about to use needed new bobbins, I needed thread, and also pins.
Why in the heck did I need these things? Well.....those darned curtains in the bedrooms weren't getting completed by little elves in the middle of the night....so I guess I'd better just break down and finish them....right?
To my surprise, I found all that I needed, and was out of the store quite quickly. I didn't have to ask for help or anything. It's a holiday miracle!!!! :-)
The curtains in the master bedroom needed completed.....let me give you a quick recap of what needed done. You see, I bought new curtains and bedspread, but they didn't go with the color of the walls as well as I'd hoped. So I was sewing a panel of fabric to them, that matched the walls. I completed one windows weeks and weeks ago, but the other two windows had been horribly neglected.
I also decided, that since I had the darned sewing machine out, I may as well hem the curtains from the upstairs bedroom. When we moved into this house, over a year ago, I bought new curtains for the guest bedroom. But, because of the placement of the windows in the wall...they were too long, and hung so low, they actually laid on the floor. The cats were most appreciative of the new beds, but it was driving me nuts!!!
When I got home, I decided to tackle those curtains from upstairs first (you see, they were going to be the easiest - I know what battles lie ahead of me for the master bedroom curtains, and I was flat out avoiding it at all costs).
With only a few little snags along the way (like measuring the length from the bottom of the curtain rod pocket, instead of the top - whoops) I got all 4 curtains completed and hung. I tried ironing them - didn't work. I tried putting them in the dryer with a wet towel to steam the wrinkles out - didn't work. So you know what? I have wrinkled curtains in the guest bedroom.....and I don't care. If anyone is going to see them, they are a guest sleeping in the room....and shouldn't complain. :-)
I then took to ironing the panels for the master bedroom. I got all 4 done, just about the time my quartet showed up for rehearsal, so the sewing will have to wait for another day. (like today - gulp!!)
Another project in our house right now, is the transformation of Puffer's (may he rest in peace) tank. Instead of keeping it as a fish aquarium (making hauling buckets of water up and down the stairs a necessity), we are going to make it into a Vivarium. With poison arrow dart frogs. I can't wait!!! This is going to be soooo cool!
Mot and I went to Home Depot on Monday (before the perm) to start purchasing the supplies. You see, once it's all put together, it will need to run for a month or better before we can put wildlife into it....so the sooner we get it started the better. Plus, with it being winter and all....shipping the poor little beasties is risky and expensive.
Don't you just love going to the hardware store, with that list of supplies that makes the employees wonder if you're making a bomb...or time machine...or something? The combinations of items in your hands...it really has to make them wonder.
Our Home Depot people usually get into the fun of it though. They are always curious what we're up to....and love helping find things that will work. On this last trip, our HD employee was excited to suggest using screened gutter guards in place of some materials we were looking for. I can't wait to get started and see if it works!!!!
I'm guessing we'll work on it a little today. Or, at least, I hope we do!! I really don't want to have bought all the supplies, and then have them sit (as a number of our projects seem to do). The tank still has water in it, although you couldn't tell with all the green slime on the glass. :-)
Well....I'm off! I gotta wash this hair, gotta motivate Mot to get this fish tank transformation going, and gotta maybe start on those darned bedroom curtains.
It's New Year's Eve today, isn't it? Holy crap!!!! I think we're doing dinner with mom and dad....but no big plans besides that. We might even stay up to ring in the new year, for the second year in a row...can you believe that??? :-) :-) :-)
But, unlike my sister's hair, my new natural curl is not attractive. The top isn't curly at all, the middle section is really curly, and the end 3 or 4 inches is a strange, twisted, unattractive curl.
So, because of this unfortunate state of hair, I now have my hair stylist perm my hair every so often, to control the craziness. This happened on Monday night. It's now Wednesday morning.....and it's finally time to wash the mess. We had a million mile an hour winds yesterday, and while I was out and about running errands, it effectively blew my hair into a bozo the clown looking mess. :-)
After much consideration, I've decided to not take a picture so everyone can see. (sorry Sheila) :-)
Tuesday was a busy day. My body is getting used to this unpaid week off. It just doesn't seem to want to get up earlier than 8:00, even though I'm usually an early riser. It must understand the "enjoy it while you can" concept. :-)
I got up, picked at my newly curled hair, and met a buddy for lunch. Olive Garden...yummy. :-)
After lunch, I stopped by a fabric store. Yes, Nej in a fabric store...can you believe it? Talk about a fish out of water. I have no clue what to do in these places. But, you see, I had to go. The sewing machine I was about to use needed new bobbins, I needed thread, and also pins.
Why in the heck did I need these things? Well.....those darned curtains in the bedrooms weren't getting completed by little elves in the middle of the night....so I guess I'd better just break down and finish them....right?
To my surprise, I found all that I needed, and was out of the store quite quickly. I didn't have to ask for help or anything. It's a holiday miracle!!!! :-)
The curtains in the master bedroom needed completed.....let me give you a quick recap of what needed done. You see, I bought new curtains and bedspread, but they didn't go with the color of the walls as well as I'd hoped. So I was sewing a panel of fabric to them, that matched the walls. I completed one windows weeks and weeks ago, but the other two windows had been horribly neglected.
I also decided, that since I had the darned sewing machine out, I may as well hem the curtains from the upstairs bedroom. When we moved into this house, over a year ago, I bought new curtains for the guest bedroom. But, because of the placement of the windows in the wall...they were too long, and hung so low, they actually laid on the floor. The cats were most appreciative of the new beds, but it was driving me nuts!!!
When I got home, I decided to tackle those curtains from upstairs first (you see, they were going to be the easiest - I know what battles lie ahead of me for the master bedroom curtains, and I was flat out avoiding it at all costs).
With only a few little snags along the way (like measuring the length from the bottom of the curtain rod pocket, instead of the top - whoops) I got all 4 curtains completed and hung. I tried ironing them - didn't work. I tried putting them in the dryer with a wet towel to steam the wrinkles out - didn't work. So you know what? I have wrinkled curtains in the guest bedroom.....and I don't care. If anyone is going to see them, they are a guest sleeping in the room....and shouldn't complain. :-)
I then took to ironing the panels for the master bedroom. I got all 4 done, just about the time my quartet showed up for rehearsal, so the sewing will have to wait for another day. (like today - gulp!!)
Another project in our house right now, is the transformation of Puffer's (may he rest in peace) tank. Instead of keeping it as a fish aquarium (making hauling buckets of water up and down the stairs a necessity), we are going to make it into a Vivarium. With poison arrow dart frogs. I can't wait!!! This is going to be soooo cool!
Mot and I went to Home Depot on Monday (before the perm) to start purchasing the supplies. You see, once it's all put together, it will need to run for a month or better before we can put wildlife into it....so the sooner we get it started the better. Plus, with it being winter and all....shipping the poor little beasties is risky and expensive.
Don't you just love going to the hardware store, with that list of supplies that makes the employees wonder if you're making a bomb...or time machine...or something? The combinations of items in your hands...it really has to make them wonder.
Our Home Depot people usually get into the fun of it though. They are always curious what we're up to....and love helping find things that will work. On this last trip, our HD employee was excited to suggest using screened gutter guards in place of some materials we were looking for. I can't wait to get started and see if it works!!!!
I'm guessing we'll work on it a little today. Or, at least, I hope we do!! I really don't want to have bought all the supplies, and then have them sit (as a number of our projects seem to do). The tank still has water in it, although you couldn't tell with all the green slime on the glass. :-)
Well....I'm off! I gotta wash this hair, gotta motivate Mot to get this fish tank transformation going, and gotta maybe start on those darned bedroom curtains.
It's New Year's Eve today, isn't it? Holy crap!!!! I think we're doing dinner with mom and dad....but no big plans besides that. We might even stay up to ring in the new year, for the second year in a row...can you believe that??? :-) :-) :-)
Christmas, part deux
Last time I posted, I was getting violently ill on a snow drift in front of my inlaw's house. )I still blame all of those chewy Sweettarts.)
Friday was fairly uneventful.
Saturday was xmas with my side of the family. It was a small (thank god!) get together. Just grandma, mom and dad, Inny and her family, Mot and I.
Good lookin' crew, aren't we? :-)
Avoiding cameras seems to run in the family!!!
Yet, the kids, enjoyed taking pictures of each other with their new digital cameras.
See what a good actress grandma is? She told me on Black Friday that she wanted a new, lighter weight vacuum for the holiday. But she still acted surprised when she opened it. :-)
It was a good day of family, presents, and food. My sister and I played some Guitar Hero for the Nintendo DS....the boys did some Guitar Hero playing on the Playstation.....then we finished the day by watching the holiday episodes of the "Big Bang Theory" television show. (if you haven't seen any of them, check them out.....I laugh out loud during every one)
Friday was fairly uneventful.
Saturday was xmas with my side of the family. It was a small (thank god!) get together. Just grandma, mom and dad, Inny and her family, Mot and I.
Good lookin' crew, aren't we? :-)
Avoiding cameras seems to run in the family!!!
Yet, the kids, enjoyed taking pictures of each other with their new digital cameras.
See what a good actress grandma is? She told me on Black Friday that she wanted a new, lighter weight vacuum for the holiday. But she still acted surprised when she opened it. :-)
It was a good day of family, presents, and food. My sister and I played some Guitar Hero for the Nintendo DS....the boys did some Guitar Hero playing on the Playstation.....then we finished the day by watching the holiday episodes of the "Big Bang Theory" television show. (if you haven't seen any of them, check them out.....I laugh out loud during every one)
Friday, December 26, 2008
A Christmas we're not likely to forget (no matter how hard we try)!
OK, admittedly, it wasn't THAT bad....but, it could have been a little better. It started with the annual "fight with my hubby, because I went to a movie with sister, at the last minute, and didn't make it to the grocery store to get the key lime cheesecake ingredients for the cheesecake I said I'd make for his family's xmas dinner, because all the stores closed at 6:00, and I got there at 6:15" argument.
(over the phone, none the less - he was at work)
Then, the 20 text messages back and forth. Me telling him I was a worthless wife, and would stay home on xmas if he liked. Him apologizing for being a complete prick about the honest cheesecake mistake.
Then, the phone call at 10:00 pm from Mot, telling me they had taken his oldest brother to the emergency room. We usually do xmas eve at his parent's house, but because he had to work, we weren't participating in the oyster stew meal - which was fine by me!!!!!!! Although, his great aunt brings homemade chicken and noodle soup for the two of us, because she doesn't like it either.
Anyway, I asked Mot what hospital, so I could meet him there. It turns out he was the acting captain at the firehouse right down the street, so he came and picked me up. His brother was experiencing some pretty hefty chest pains. He's a doc, and just as stubborn as the other males in the family, so the fact he let them bring him in, alone, had me worried.
We were there for a couple hours, and left around midnight. He was going to have blood drawn and more tests done at 4:30....so we decided to go home and get some rest. His dad went back home...and we told him we'd pick his brother and wife up at the hospital when they released him....instead of him driving all the way back into town to get them himself. It was on our way.
4 hours later, we were back at the hospital picking them up. But, rewind back to getting up and ready to leave the house. I woke up, with some heart burn (of which I've never experienced, and hope I never have to again)....and also with that....well, "the tummy gurgling, bad things are happening" feeling.
I was hoping it was the pound of chewy Sweettarts my sister and I had shared at the movie the day before....in combination with getting 3 hours of sleep.
Once we picked the family up from the hospital, I realized that the pain and unsettling feeling in my tummy was worse than I'd originally thought. Oh yes....this was going to be a problem. I spent the 30 minute ride to his parents in agony. I was breathing like I was in labor, and wishing the roads were just a little less bumpy. I was pretty sure that if I made it to his parents house, we would just turn around and take me back home.
We pulled into their driveway, and every one got out of the jeep....well, everyone but me. I couldn't move. If I was to move, I was going to revisit anything left in my belly from the day before.
The time came when I NEEDED to get out. I walked (stumbled) to the nearest snowbank....and voila! Merry Christmas!
Mot was trying to hold my hair for me, rub my back, and be supportive. I was really only concerned with staying alive. The human body is most vile....let me just say. :-(
I went inside, cleaned up, and determined that I felt a heck of a lot better. In fact, I felt quite normal. It HAD to have been those chewy Sweettarts.....ugh!
So really, the title of this post in unfair....after the heart attack scare, and the Christmas morning upchucking, things we quite smashingly. We exchanged gifts, ate dinner, watched a move that Mot's niece received from Santa, while the rest of us slept on the floor around her.
Bob (Mot's oldest brother) sporting his new welding hat gift
Erin and I making picture taking difficut for Uncle Tom :-)
Erin without the silly posing...isn't she a sweety???
With his parent's two dogs, and the two dogs belonging to his brother, we had a house full of canines. But, they all behaved very well together.
Drake, the oldest (his brother's)
Sweetie (the second oldest, again his brother's)
Mot's Dad, Walt, and his dog Jake
And, last but not least, Bo (the most photogenic dog I know!)
We laughed, we hung out, we had a good time. Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy my camera's rebirth on Christmas. I, honestly, wasn't feeling quite right. So, I don't have many pics of the festivities this year. :-(
Mot's brother and family left at about the same time we did. They had a 4 hour drive home, we had 30 minutes. But, by then Mot was starting to feel a little cruddy himself. Uh oh!
Once home, we changed into the most comfortable clothing we could find, watched some TV (did some more napping), played Mot's new xbox game a little (I suck at first person shooters...and that's not an exaggeration...in fact, people that suck at them are better than I am. Ugh!)
Then we went to bed.
(over the phone, none the less - he was at work)
Then, the 20 text messages back and forth. Me telling him I was a worthless wife, and would stay home on xmas if he liked. Him apologizing for being a complete prick about the honest cheesecake mistake.
Then, the phone call at 10:00 pm from Mot, telling me they had taken his oldest brother to the emergency room. We usually do xmas eve at his parent's house, but because he had to work, we weren't participating in the oyster stew meal - which was fine by me!!!!!!! Although, his great aunt brings homemade chicken and noodle soup for the two of us, because she doesn't like it either.
Anyway, I asked Mot what hospital, so I could meet him there. It turns out he was the acting captain at the firehouse right down the street, so he came and picked me up. His brother was experiencing some pretty hefty chest pains. He's a doc, and just as stubborn as the other males in the family, so the fact he let them bring him in, alone, had me worried.
We were there for a couple hours, and left around midnight. He was going to have blood drawn and more tests done at 4:30....so we decided to go home and get some rest. His dad went back home...and we told him we'd pick his brother and wife up at the hospital when they released him....instead of him driving all the way back into town to get them himself. It was on our way.
4 hours later, we were back at the hospital picking them up. But, rewind back to getting up and ready to leave the house. I woke up, with some heart burn (of which I've never experienced, and hope I never have to again)....and also with that....well, "the tummy gurgling, bad things are happening" feeling.
I was hoping it was the pound of chewy Sweettarts my sister and I had shared at the movie the day before....in combination with getting 3 hours of sleep.
Once we picked the family up from the hospital, I realized that the pain and unsettling feeling in my tummy was worse than I'd originally thought. Oh yes....this was going to be a problem. I spent the 30 minute ride to his parents in agony. I was breathing like I was in labor, and wishing the roads were just a little less bumpy. I was pretty sure that if I made it to his parents house, we would just turn around and take me back home.
We pulled into their driveway, and every one got out of the jeep....well, everyone but me. I couldn't move. If I was to move, I was going to revisit anything left in my belly from the day before.
The time came when I NEEDED to get out. I walked (stumbled) to the nearest snowbank....and voila! Merry Christmas!
Mot was trying to hold my hair for me, rub my back, and be supportive. I was really only concerned with staying alive. The human body is most vile....let me just say. :-(
I went inside, cleaned up, and determined that I felt a heck of a lot better. In fact, I felt quite normal. It HAD to have been those chewy Sweettarts.....ugh!
So really, the title of this post in unfair....after the heart attack scare, and the Christmas morning upchucking, things we quite smashingly. We exchanged gifts, ate dinner, watched a move that Mot's niece received from Santa, while the rest of us slept on the floor around her.
Bob (Mot's oldest brother) sporting his new welding hat gift
Erin and I making picture taking difficut for Uncle Tom :-)
Erin without the silly posing...isn't she a sweety???
With his parent's two dogs, and the two dogs belonging to his brother, we had a house full of canines. But, they all behaved very well together.
Drake, the oldest (his brother's)
Sweetie (the second oldest, again his brother's)
Mot's Dad, Walt, and his dog Jake
And, last but not least, Bo (the most photogenic dog I know!)
We laughed, we hung out, we had a good time. Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy my camera's rebirth on Christmas. I, honestly, wasn't feeling quite right. So, I don't have many pics of the festivities this year. :-(
Mot's brother and family left at about the same time we did. They had a 4 hour drive home, we had 30 minutes. But, by then Mot was starting to feel a little cruddy himself. Uh oh!
Once home, we changed into the most comfortable clothing we could find, watched some TV (did some more napping), played Mot's new xbox game a little (I suck at first person shooters...and that's not an exaggeration...in fact, people that suck at them are better than I am. Ugh!)
Then we went to bed.
Monday, December 22, 2008
It's aaallllliiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
My beloved DLSR is alive once again. The poor thing had contracted the dreaded "Error 99" Canon digital camera disease. It caught it the weekend of taking RAGBRAI pictures this summer, and was brought back from the dead tonight, 12/22/08.
I can't tell you how excited I am....I can't put it into words. I'm doing a happy dance, I'm doing the "oh my god, my camera works again" boogie woogie, I'm elated!!!!!!!!!!!
My camera is a born again. (hehe)
Morgan, although, does not share my excitement.
The poor cat.
I followed her around the house, for quite some time....trying to test my recently resurrected toy on a live subject.
She reminds me of Falkor from The Nevending Story. (with maybe a little less of a smile) What do you think?
I'd like to formally thank the website where I found the instructions used to make this all possible....
Richard on Richard's Notes blog....Thank you!!!! I couldn't have asked for a better holiday gift. I can't tell you how much I needed this kind of good news. Aside from wishing I'd found this article BEFORE our Portland trip, this is the best timing!!!! My life needed a little mental pick me up!
And, if any of you have a Canon suffering from the same horrible disease, please read this post, and hopefully it will help you as it helped me.
Well, I'm off!! It's snowing mad dog crazy again. This weather is insane. The 3 inches of ice, with 4 inches of snow, has now had another couple of inches piled on top of it tonight.
It's snowing, my camera is working, I have food in my cupboards, my family is healthy (speaking of family, I have awesome news to announce, but can't until after Saturday), I'm surrounded by wonderful friends, and I have a husband that loves me like no other. What could possibly be better????
I can't tell you how excited I am....I can't put it into words. I'm doing a happy dance, I'm doing the "oh my god, my camera works again" boogie woogie, I'm elated!!!!!!!!!!!
My camera is a born again. (hehe)
Morgan, although, does not share my excitement.
The poor cat.
I followed her around the house, for quite some time....trying to test my recently resurrected toy on a live subject.
She reminds me of Falkor from The Nevending Story. (with maybe a little less of a smile) What do you think?
I'd like to formally thank the website where I found the instructions used to make this all possible....
Richard on Richard's Notes blog....Thank you!!!! I couldn't have asked for a better holiday gift. I can't tell you how much I needed this kind of good news. Aside from wishing I'd found this article BEFORE our Portland trip, this is the best timing!!!! My life needed a little mental pick me up!
And, if any of you have a Canon suffering from the same horrible disease, please read this post, and hopefully it will help you as it helped me.
Well, I'm off!! It's snowing mad dog crazy again. This weather is insane. The 3 inches of ice, with 4 inches of snow, has now had another couple of inches piled on top of it tonight.
It's snowing, my camera is working, I have food in my cupboards, my family is healthy (speaking of family, I have awesome news to announce, but can't until after Saturday), I'm surrounded by wonderful friends, and I have a husband that loves me like no other. What could possibly be better????
Last weekend before Christmas....
To all of you thinking "Holy Cow - it's almost Christmas already??" - I completely had that same thought this weekend.
My sister and I did the Black Friday madness (as usual) this year....but anything we didn't buy that day, didn't get purchased until this weekend.
It's the same old thing...you know what you're going to get for people, but you keep thinking "I can pick that up anytime." And then, anytime hits...and you don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.
Luckily, I can now officially say I've completed the shopping. All items are in our possession......well......I take that back.....
We delivered one present early this year....dropped it off in Portland while we were there in November. But besides that, all presents are in our possession.
Ummmmm.....
Yeah, that's right....there's one left. It's in the mail. It was supposed to arrive on Saturday. It's not that this person will be upset if the gift isn't in their hot little hands on Christmas day....but it will bug the crap out of me if it isn't. I mean, this is the gift that we had figured out in June - JUNE!!!!.....and just needed to order it sometime.
Sometimes came, sometimes went......and I finally ordered it like a week ago. Bad Nej!!!!
So, besides that....everything is in our possession. Except......
CRAP!!!
We decided not to exchange presents at home. If we want it or need it, we just buy it. But, after Mot got me my hockey jersey....I now need to think of something to get him.
He's the easiest person to shop for....I mean, there's allot of stuff out there that he wouldn't mind having. Now, I just need to go pick something up...."sometime". :-) :-)
My sister had quite a bit to buy this weekend, I really didn't have much at all. So, I mainly went just to hang out with her a little, and get out of the house.
We were pretty typical in our behaviors during the day. Traffic was crappy, but we didn't care. It just meant we could listen to more holiday music on the radio. The malls were packed, but we didn't care...it's just more opportunity to people watch (and laugh).
At one point, we were trying to find parking....at Toys R Us....the weekend before Christmas. (Mission Impossible theme playing in my head as I type this)
Anyway!!! Alvin and the Chipmunks come on the radio - singing their...well...er...finest??
So, in the true spirit of the holiday, we rolled down our windows (it's maybe 1 or 2 degrees above zero here in frigid Omaha, NE).....and turned the radio up as loud as we could stand. We circled the parking lot quite a few times (blaring the song of those annoying little mammals) waiting for a space to open up. All the while, we cheered the hearts of those walking to and from their cars.
More likely, it just annoyed the crap out of all the procrastinators....but that in itself cheered OUR hearts...so all is well!!!!
The good stuff starts about 1 minute into this video.
My sister and I did the Black Friday madness (as usual) this year....but anything we didn't buy that day, didn't get purchased until this weekend.
It's the same old thing...you know what you're going to get for people, but you keep thinking "I can pick that up anytime." And then, anytime hits...and you don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.
Luckily, I can now officially say I've completed the shopping. All items are in our possession......well......I take that back.....
We delivered one present early this year....dropped it off in Portland while we were there in November. But besides that, all presents are in our possession.
Ummmmm.....
Yeah, that's right....there's one left. It's in the mail. It was supposed to arrive on Saturday. It's not that this person will be upset if the gift isn't in their hot little hands on Christmas day....but it will bug the crap out of me if it isn't. I mean, this is the gift that we had figured out in June - JUNE!!!!.....and just needed to order it sometime.
Sometimes came, sometimes went......and I finally ordered it like a week ago. Bad Nej!!!!
So, besides that....everything is in our possession. Except......
CRAP!!!
We decided not to exchange presents at home. If we want it or need it, we just buy it. But, after Mot got me my hockey jersey....I now need to think of something to get him.
He's the easiest person to shop for....I mean, there's allot of stuff out there that he wouldn't mind having. Now, I just need to go pick something up...."sometime". :-) :-)
My sister had quite a bit to buy this weekend, I really didn't have much at all. So, I mainly went just to hang out with her a little, and get out of the house.
We were pretty typical in our behaviors during the day. Traffic was crappy, but we didn't care. It just meant we could listen to more holiday music on the radio. The malls were packed, but we didn't care...it's just more opportunity to people watch (and laugh).
At one point, we were trying to find parking....at Toys R Us....the weekend before Christmas. (Mission Impossible theme playing in my head as I type this)
Anyway!!! Alvin and the Chipmunks come on the radio - singing their...well...er...finest??
So, in the true spirit of the holiday, we rolled down our windows (it's maybe 1 or 2 degrees above zero here in frigid Omaha, NE).....and turned the radio up as loud as we could stand. We circled the parking lot quite a few times (blaring the song of those annoying little mammals) waiting for a space to open up. All the while, we cheered the hearts of those walking to and from their cars.
More likely, it just annoyed the crap out of all the procrastinators....but that in itself cheered OUR hearts...so all is well!!!!
The good stuff starts about 1 minute into this video.
Friday, December 19, 2008
War of the Roses?????
The holidays are approaching.
What? You didn't already know that? Come on, every news report, blog and television station in the nation hasn't completed drilled that into your head yet? Well then....let me help.
The holidays are approaching!!!!!!
OK, that was just plain silly, wasn't it???
I'm a little slap happy today. Call it cabin fever, call it "I finally got some sleep last night", call it we got 3 inches of ice and 2 inches of snow on top of that ice last night....call it what you want.
But any way you slice it, I have two days left of work in the year 2008. And those two days (well, plus today, so, does that actually make it three days)...anyway, those 2+ days couldn't go fast enough!!!!
Yesterday afternoon, at about 2:30 or so.....I actually felt the motivation leave my body. I was working away at my computer...and all of a sudden....I didn't want to work any more. Maybe it was the holiday related emails I had been getting? Maybe it was the weather reports? But, I can tell you the exact moment all motivation left me.
I can't wait for the week and a half I have off for the holidays (never mind that I'm not getting paid for it). There are projects at home that can now be completed, at a leisurely pace.
I need to wrap gifts, finish cleaning out the closet in the spare bedroom, clean out the freezer, finish modifying the new curtains for the bedroom.
(No, I haven't finished that project yet!! I got one done....and used up all my patience - and cuss words - on the sewing machine. I'll do the other two windows next week. When no one is there to hear me.)
Best part of all....I have some days off, during the week...and Mot has to work. This never happens!!! He gets to stay home, while I go to work. All the time. And, to be completely honest, it's infuriating, and I'm jealous!!!! I admit it!
Speaking of infuriating.....there is a mini battle, war, dispute brewing at the Mot and Nej homestead.
(although Mot may not be aware of it - poor guy!!)
I'm not saying that I'm in the right on this one.....because I am the first one to admit I'm not always right. Not even close.
I am a snooze button hitting machine in the morning. My alarm goes off 1/2 hour before I want to get out of bed...so I can hit the snooze a minimum of 3 times. Those last little bits of 9 minutes of sleep at a time are pure heaven. It's like I'm stealing time....I can wake up gradually...I can mentally prepare for the day.
Mot thinks it's pure madness!!! (and I'm sure he's not alone in his beliefs)
But darn it, it's who I am...it's what I do. I can't change who I am, can I?? No way! :-)
This morning though, the snooze hitting REALLY didn't go over well.
I won't mention Mot waking me up at god knows what time, because he was up playing in a Quake online tournament late last night. I won't mention his snoring problem getting worse, and actually waking me up in the middle of the night (or keeping me from getting to sleep at night).
NO, because mentioning those things would be low, petty and childish.
(hehehehe)
I actually laughed when he tried to sneak into the bedroom quietly last night....I didn't yell or get mad. I laughed.
I actually giggled when I tried to snuggle up against him for the last block of nine minute snooze time I had before getting up. My head was on his chest, and he was snoring up a storm. That snore of his reverberated throughout his chest cavity....on which my head was placed. :-)
He has no where to go today....and no serious plans, that I know of. Yet, my snooze really ticked him off. Argh!
But, I got out of bed, and quickly forgot about it.
Then, he said I should take the Jeep...and take advantage of the AWD in this crazy weather we got last night.
(as I mentioned above, 3 inches of sleet, rain and ice....topped with 2 inches of snow)
I found out this morning, that I can't reach the darned windshield to scrape it all off. The ice was thick, and the defrosters weren't touching it. I poked, proded, scrapped, and cussed silently at the windows for awhile...then eventually gave up.
I grew up driving cars...we never had 4 wheel drive. I'm used to driving in crappy weather. Why am I scrapping these windows again????
I had spent the morning, scooping the patio in the back so the dogs had somewhere (outside of their dog house) without snow. I kicked and stepped on their water bowl, trying to free the ice...so I could give them fresh water. I played with them in the snow - oh how they love the snow!!!!
So, by the time it came to window scraping, I was done in....pooped, tired, and getting frustrated.
And when I went inside, he was snoring away. Argh!!!!!!!!!
I yelled something along the lines of "what the f*ck good is 4 wheel drive, if I can't drive the d*mn thing!!"....and slammed the door leading to the garage as I left.
(turns out, that is an AWESOME slamming door....man, that was loud!!!)
Childish of me? YES!!!! But, did it make me feel better? YES!!! :-) :-)
I hate asking for help, hate it with every fiber of my being. I was raised to be independent...and when I need help...it just plain bugs me. I can't drive my own vehicle because I can't reach the windshield to get the ice off. Argh!!!!!!! And my hubby is sleeping away, minding his own business...and didn't get the telepathic message I was sending him!!!!!
"Get out of bed and help your wife!"
Darn him. (hehehehehe)
What? You didn't already know that? Come on, every news report, blog and television station in the nation hasn't completed drilled that into your head yet? Well then....let me help.
The holidays are approaching!!!!!!
OK, that was just plain silly, wasn't it???
I'm a little slap happy today. Call it cabin fever, call it "I finally got some sleep last night", call it we got 3 inches of ice and 2 inches of snow on top of that ice last night....call it what you want.
But any way you slice it, I have two days left of work in the year 2008. And those two days (well, plus today, so, does that actually make it three days)...anyway, those 2+ days couldn't go fast enough!!!!
Yesterday afternoon, at about 2:30 or so.....I actually felt the motivation leave my body. I was working away at my computer...and all of a sudden....I didn't want to work any more. Maybe it was the holiday related emails I had been getting? Maybe it was the weather reports? But, I can tell you the exact moment all motivation left me.
I can't wait for the week and a half I have off for the holidays (never mind that I'm not getting paid for it). There are projects at home that can now be completed, at a leisurely pace.
I need to wrap gifts, finish cleaning out the closet in the spare bedroom, clean out the freezer, finish modifying the new curtains for the bedroom.
(No, I haven't finished that project yet!! I got one done....and used up all my patience - and cuss words - on the sewing machine. I'll do the other two windows next week. When no one is there to hear me.)
Best part of all....I have some days off, during the week...and Mot has to work. This never happens!!! He gets to stay home, while I go to work. All the time. And, to be completely honest, it's infuriating, and I'm jealous!!!! I admit it!
Speaking of infuriating.....there is a mini battle, war, dispute brewing at the Mot and Nej homestead.
(although Mot may not be aware of it - poor guy!!)
I'm not saying that I'm in the right on this one.....because I am the first one to admit I'm not always right. Not even close.
I am a snooze button hitting machine in the morning. My alarm goes off 1/2 hour before I want to get out of bed...so I can hit the snooze a minimum of 3 times. Those last little bits of 9 minutes of sleep at a time are pure heaven. It's like I'm stealing time....I can wake up gradually...I can mentally prepare for the day.
Mot thinks it's pure madness!!! (and I'm sure he's not alone in his beliefs)
But darn it, it's who I am...it's what I do. I can't change who I am, can I?? No way! :-)
This morning though, the snooze hitting REALLY didn't go over well.
I won't mention Mot waking me up at god knows what time, because he was up playing in a Quake online tournament late last night. I won't mention his snoring problem getting worse, and actually waking me up in the middle of the night (or keeping me from getting to sleep at night).
NO, because mentioning those things would be low, petty and childish.
(hehehehe)
I actually laughed when he tried to sneak into the bedroom quietly last night....I didn't yell or get mad. I laughed.
I actually giggled when I tried to snuggle up against him for the last block of nine minute snooze time I had before getting up. My head was on his chest, and he was snoring up a storm. That snore of his reverberated throughout his chest cavity....on which my head was placed. :-)
He has no where to go today....and no serious plans, that I know of. Yet, my snooze really ticked him off. Argh!
But, I got out of bed, and quickly forgot about it.
Then, he said I should take the Jeep...and take advantage of the AWD in this crazy weather we got last night.
(as I mentioned above, 3 inches of sleet, rain and ice....topped with 2 inches of snow)
I found out this morning, that I can't reach the darned windshield to scrape it all off. The ice was thick, and the defrosters weren't touching it. I poked, proded, scrapped, and cussed silently at the windows for awhile...then eventually gave up.
I grew up driving cars...we never had 4 wheel drive. I'm used to driving in crappy weather. Why am I scrapping these windows again????
I had spent the morning, scooping the patio in the back so the dogs had somewhere (outside of their dog house) without snow. I kicked and stepped on their water bowl, trying to free the ice...so I could give them fresh water. I played with them in the snow - oh how they love the snow!!!!
So, by the time it came to window scraping, I was done in....pooped, tired, and getting frustrated.
And when I went inside, he was snoring away. Argh!!!!!!!!!
I yelled something along the lines of "what the f*ck good is 4 wheel drive, if I can't drive the d*mn thing!!"....and slammed the door leading to the garage as I left.
(turns out, that is an AWESOME slamming door....man, that was loud!!!)
Childish of me? YES!!!! But, did it make me feel better? YES!!! :-) :-)
I hate asking for help, hate it with every fiber of my being. I was raised to be independent...and when I need help...it just plain bugs me. I can't drive my own vehicle because I can't reach the windshield to get the ice off. Argh!!!!!!! And my hubby is sleeping away, minding his own business...and didn't get the telepathic message I was sending him!!!!!
"Get out of bed and help your wife!"
Darn him. (hehehehehe)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I.......
......am still kicking, screaming and breathing. Yes folks, I'm alive. I'm just so friggin' busy I don't know which way is up.
The people here at work are keeping my days full of (gasp) work stuff. Can you believe the nerve? They think that all this (all this...hehe, that's funny...makes it sound like they are paying me piles of money, doesn't it?)....anyway, they think that all this money they are paying me, is for a full days worth of work!!!!!
I just don't know where they get these ideas!!!! :-) :-)
Plus, my going to the gym every day after work is added in.
I just haven't been keeping up on my blogging and blog reading. It's horrible.
And the ones that I do read....well, I just barely had time to read them, let alone leave a witty (or my normal retarded sounding) comments.
The holidays are soon upon us. I work on the 23rd of December...then not again until the 5th of January. You can bet your sweet bippy that I'll be getting caught up in my reading and writing during that time!!!!! :-)
So, I'll leave you with this.......
The people here at work are keeping my days full of (gasp) work stuff. Can you believe the nerve? They think that all this (all this...hehe, that's funny...makes it sound like they are paying me piles of money, doesn't it?)....anyway, they think that all this money they are paying me, is for a full days worth of work!!!!!
I just don't know where they get these ideas!!!! :-) :-)
Plus, my going to the gym every day after work is added in.
I just haven't been keeping up on my blogging and blog reading. It's horrible.
And the ones that I do read....well, I just barely had time to read them, let alone leave a witty (or my normal retarded sounding) comments.
The holidays are soon upon us. I work on the 23rd of December...then not again until the 5th of January. You can bet your sweet bippy that I'll be getting caught up in my reading and writing during that time!!!!! :-)
So, I'll leave you with this.......
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Winter Wonderland
OK, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.....but the weather this weekend is crazy!!! Yesterday, people were out riding their motorcycles and enjoying the nice warm (50 degree) day. This morning at 4 am it was still 50 degrees....and now, at 8:24, it's 12 degrees out. It's supposed to be sub-zero by lunch.....and the snow started up in the last 5 minutes. I don't mean little flakes of gently falling snow....I mean "holy hell, those flakes are bigger than my head....and they are coming down so hard they probably hurt when they hit you" snow.
I love winter. (And I'm not being sarcastic....I really do love it!!!!)
I love winter. (And I'm not being sarcastic....I really do love it!!!!)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The new phone book is here! The new phone book is here!!!
Man, that movie is full of one liners!!!
Anyway.....focus Nej!!
The reason for my post......my new jersey is here, my new jersey is here!!! :-) :-)
Mot went and picked it up for me yesterday afternoon. I called him the minute I got the "your jersey has been washed and is ready to be picked up" email. Isn't he sweet????
Isn't it the most atrocious thing you've ever seen? It's so bad, it's wickedly awesome!!!! :-)
I am now going to officially be one of those ladies you see walking around at a hockey game...wearing a jersey that 10 times too big....with a man's name (that's not her hubby) on the back.
Yep, again, proof that I'm a nerd.
But......I'm a nerd with a tax deductible charitable contribution, that she can wear. Two birds, one stone!!!! :-) :-)
Can I pack any more punctuation in this post? (!!!????)
Anyway.....focus Nej!!
The reason for my post......my new jersey is here, my new jersey is here!!! :-) :-)
Mot went and picked it up for me yesterday afternoon. I called him the minute I got the "your jersey has been washed and is ready to be picked up" email. Isn't he sweet????
Isn't it the most atrocious thing you've ever seen? It's so bad, it's wickedly awesome!!!! :-)
I am now going to officially be one of those ladies you see walking around at a hockey game...wearing a jersey that 10 times too big....with a man's name (that's not her hubby) on the back.
Yep, again, proof that I'm a nerd.
But......I'm a nerd with a tax deductible charitable contribution, that she can wear. Two birds, one stone!!!! :-) :-)
Can I pack any more punctuation in this post? (!!!????)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
You just can't help but laugh!!!!
My sister's kids had their holiday music concert Monday night.
I say "holiday" concert for two reasons.
#1 - isn't that what everyone is doing these days - we must be politically correct :-)
#2 - they sang equal parts Christmas and Hanukkah songs
There is something about sitting through a concert of K-6 graders trying to sing.
K - They walk on stage looking either terrified or like they own the world, no middle ground. The show usually includes one (if not all) of the following. Someone falls off the rises, someone pukes, and/or a girl hikes her skirt up to her armpits.
1st, 2nd and 3rd - They get gradually little better each year. They pay more attention, and actually sing, rather than scream, the words.
4th - For some reason, these guys are obviously the music teacher's favorites. They had fun songs and props. Props make everything more fun to watch, right??
5th and 6th - These guys seem to be the misfits. There were FAR more boys than girls in 6th grade. Takes me back to my K-2nd grade days. I was one of two girls. And it didn't go over well when I moved out of town....let me tell ya!
There was one grade with a particular girl in the front row. She was wearing a long gown, to the floor...make of this silvery-greyish material. Her hair was in a bun, and she was...well.....she was a little off. I mean, she kinda sang, you could kinda see her mouth moving....and she kinda did the choreography. But she was stoic. There was not one fiber of personality in her. She did the bare minimum of movement. I'd be surprised if teachers didn't put a mirror under her nose to see if she was, in fact, still breathing.
One class had a Sopranos wanna be. Totally Jersey-like. Attitude, the hand and head movements, the works.
The concert was surprisingly quick, and painfully funny. I don't want kids, but they are fun to watch from afar. :-)
Here are some pics of the munchkins before we left for the school.
I say "holiday" concert for two reasons.
#1 - isn't that what everyone is doing these days - we must be politically correct :-)
#2 - they sang equal parts Christmas and Hanukkah songs
There is something about sitting through a concert of K-6 graders trying to sing.
K - They walk on stage looking either terrified or like they own the world, no middle ground. The show usually includes one (if not all) of the following. Someone falls off the rises, someone pukes, and/or a girl hikes her skirt up to her armpits.
1st, 2nd and 3rd - They get gradually little better each year. They pay more attention, and actually sing, rather than scream, the words.
4th - For some reason, these guys are obviously the music teacher's favorites. They had fun songs and props. Props make everything more fun to watch, right??
5th and 6th - These guys seem to be the misfits. There were FAR more boys than girls in 6th grade. Takes me back to my K-2nd grade days. I was one of two girls. And it didn't go over well when I moved out of town....let me tell ya!
There was one grade with a particular girl in the front row. She was wearing a long gown, to the floor...make of this silvery-greyish material. Her hair was in a bun, and she was...well.....she was a little off. I mean, she kinda sang, you could kinda see her mouth moving....and she kinda did the choreography. But she was stoic. There was not one fiber of personality in her. She did the bare minimum of movement. I'd be surprised if teachers didn't put a mirror under her nose to see if she was, in fact, still breathing.
One class had a Sopranos wanna be. Totally Jersey-like. Attitude, the hand and head movements, the works.
The concert was surprisingly quick, and painfully funny. I don't want kids, but they are fun to watch from afar. :-)
Here are some pics of the munchkins before we left for the school.
Taking a compliment....
This is the one thing I think I do the worst!!! (and I do allot of things badly, so that's saying something)
Mot "You look really nice today!"
Nej "um....I.....no I don't"
Mot "Really, you do."
Nej "You crack me up...but...um...thanks."
Or there was this one at the hair stylist the other day.
Becci "Hey, part your hair for me, the way you had it when you came in, it looked really cool."
Nej (staring at Becci)
Becci "No really, here." (hands me a comb)
Nej "You're funny. It looks cool when you do it."
Becci "Seriously"
Nej "OK....well, thanks."
Or this one, at a vocal coaching session.
Coach "You have a great smile, and an infectious laugh."
Nej (laughs, without showing teeth, hiding smile) "No I don't"
Coach "Yeah, you do. It's great!"
Nej (laughs) "Nah"
Coach (doesn't know me, so probably thinks I'm the rudest person ever - changes topic)
I just can't do it. Do they have "how to take a compliment" school??
How hard is it to say "thanks!!!!" ?
What the hell is my problem?????
Mot "You look really nice today!"
Nej "um....I.....no I don't"
Mot "Really, you do."
Nej "You crack me up...but...um...thanks."
Or there was this one at the hair stylist the other day.
Becci "Hey, part your hair for me, the way you had it when you came in, it looked really cool."
Nej (staring at Becci)
Becci "No really, here." (hands me a comb)
Nej "You're funny. It looks cool when you do it."
Becci "Seriously"
Nej "OK....well, thanks."
Or this one, at a vocal coaching session.
Coach "You have a great smile, and an infectious laugh."
Nej (laughs, without showing teeth, hiding smile) "No I don't"
Coach "Yeah, you do. It's great!"
Nej (laughs) "Nah"
Coach (doesn't know me, so probably thinks I'm the rudest person ever - changes topic)
I just can't do it. Do they have "how to take a compliment" school??
How hard is it to say "thanks!!!!" ?
What the hell is my problem?????
Bummed.....
If you'll all remember, I wrote a post not too long ago about the "funk" Mot has been in lately.
He went to North Platte to hunt with his brother, and came back in a better mood. Still not his usual self, but better than when he left.
Before he left, he was getting a little....how should I say this......over indulgent...in the WoW (video game) arena. He goes through stages, where his addiction gets a little out of control.
Like "I don't see him for days on end...because it's all he does" out of control. Seriously! :-)
I was hoping his trip west would help with the funk, and the video game playing. And, for the most part, it did.
-- He went back to work on Sunday - I was home.
-- He was home Monday - I had to work, then had a holiday music thing for my niece and nephew to attend. He was invited to go, but he gave me the "I would rather rip out my heart with a spoon" look. (Why a spoon? Because it will hurt more. - One of my favorite movie lines ever!)
-- He was at work Tuesday - I came home after the gym, and was there all evening.
-- He is home today - I have another Christmas thing to attend.
These periods in time, where our schedules don't match, occur once and a while. But this one came at a pretty good time.
It came just after he'd been in a funk, and then decided to leave me for three days to go hunting.
Our conversation this morning went as follows....
Mot "So, am I finally going to see you tonight...or do you have plans, again?"
Nej "Nope, I have a Christmas thing my grandma asked me to go to."
Mot "Oh, fine...leave me again. I see how you are." (with a dramatic flare..or is it flair?)
Nej "You're the one that left me for three days straight last week."
Mot "uh....well..........that's different"
Nej (eye roll)
Also, while I'm on the topic of Mot and his funk....I thought I'd update you on a little insight to said funk. :-)
It seems Mr. Mot isn't feeling well. He swears he'll go to the doc to get it checked out after the first of the year. His insurance provider is changing (the one we have now blows goats)....and I don't blame him for wanting to avoid dealing with them not paying for something they are supposed to pay for. It's getting really old!!
But....there's another reason for the funk. Snoring. Yes, I said it...snoring!!!!
The other boys at the fire station have had enough with the increase in his snoring.
(increase in both the activity itself...and the volume)
They have started throwing things at him to wake him up...pillows, etc. So, not only does he have to get up multiple times during the night to help people in need, he is now also being woke up by the dudes that AREN'T getting called out...and have been able to sleep the whole night. (Mot is a paramedic, on a squad. They make far more runs than the guys on the fire trucks.)
It's now so bad, that he's trying to find a new "home" to transfer to. Some of the fire stations in town have been remodeled, so that each person has a room of their own. It's only big enough for the bed, and space to walk around it...but it's still a room of your own, none the less.
Here are my issue with this.
He's been very happy at this house he's in now. He (up until now) gets sleep most nights, the guys there are good to work with, it's very close to home, etc, etc. It's annoying that he's thinking about switching because the guys are waking him up.
Instead of trying to find the cause of the increased snoring, and maybe fix it (which would require a doctor visit...and we just CAN'T do that - why are men like that?)...instead of trying to fix it....he's going to switch fire stations?
That's like fixing the symptoms but not the cause of the issue. It could go on forever!!!
So far, I'm not waking him up when it happens, right? But....I'm still being woken (is that a word) up by it, right? So...maybe he should go to the doctor? If the doc can help, it will fix his issue at the fire station as well as let his wife sleep. :-)
I know, that's carrrrazzzyyyy talk. :-)
This is just another attempt at telling, my typical man, that doctor's aren't evil. Before he does anything hasty, like switching stations, maybe he should see if he can fix the issue?
He went to North Platte to hunt with his brother, and came back in a better mood. Still not his usual self, but better than when he left.
Before he left, he was getting a little....how should I say this......over indulgent...in the WoW (video game) arena. He goes through stages, where his addiction gets a little out of control.
Like "I don't see him for days on end...because it's all he does" out of control. Seriously! :-)
I was hoping his trip west would help with the funk, and the video game playing. And, for the most part, it did.
-- He went back to work on Sunday - I was home.
-- He was home Monday - I had to work, then had a holiday music thing for my niece and nephew to attend. He was invited to go, but he gave me the "I would rather rip out my heart with a spoon" look. (Why a spoon? Because it will hurt more. - One of my favorite movie lines ever!)
-- He was at work Tuesday - I came home after the gym, and was there all evening.
-- He is home today - I have another Christmas thing to attend.
These periods in time, where our schedules don't match, occur once and a while. But this one came at a pretty good time.
It came just after he'd been in a funk, and then decided to leave me for three days to go hunting.
Our conversation this morning went as follows....
Mot "So, am I finally going to see you tonight...or do you have plans, again?"
Nej "Nope, I have a Christmas thing my grandma asked me to go to."
Mot "Oh, fine...leave me again. I see how you are." (with a dramatic flare..or is it flair?)
Nej "You're the one that left me for three days straight last week."
Mot "uh....well..........that's different"
Nej (eye roll)
Also, while I'm on the topic of Mot and his funk....I thought I'd update you on a little insight to said funk. :-)
It seems Mr. Mot isn't feeling well. He swears he'll go to the doc to get it checked out after the first of the year. His insurance provider is changing (the one we have now blows goats)....and I don't blame him for wanting to avoid dealing with them not paying for something they are supposed to pay for. It's getting really old!!
But....there's another reason for the funk. Snoring. Yes, I said it...snoring!!!!
The other boys at the fire station have had enough with the increase in his snoring.
(increase in both the activity itself...and the volume)
They have started throwing things at him to wake him up...pillows, etc. So, not only does he have to get up multiple times during the night to help people in need, he is now also being woke up by the dudes that AREN'T getting called out...and have been able to sleep the whole night. (Mot is a paramedic, on a squad. They make far more runs than the guys on the fire trucks.)
It's now so bad, that he's trying to find a new "home" to transfer to. Some of the fire stations in town have been remodeled, so that each person has a room of their own. It's only big enough for the bed, and space to walk around it...but it's still a room of your own, none the less.
Here are my issue with this.
He's been very happy at this house he's in now. He (up until now) gets sleep most nights, the guys there are good to work with, it's very close to home, etc, etc. It's annoying that he's thinking about switching because the guys are waking him up.
Instead of trying to find the cause of the increased snoring, and maybe fix it (which would require a doctor visit...and we just CAN'T do that - why are men like that?)...instead of trying to fix it....he's going to switch fire stations?
That's like fixing the symptoms but not the cause of the issue. It could go on forever!!!
So far, I'm not waking him up when it happens, right? But....I'm still being woken (is that a word) up by it, right? So...maybe he should go to the doctor? If the doc can help, it will fix his issue at the fire station as well as let his wife sleep. :-)
I know, that's carrrrazzzyyyy talk. :-)
This is just another attempt at telling, my typical man, that doctor's aren't evil. Before he does anything hasty, like switching stations, maybe he should see if he can fix the issue?
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
For my IT friends......
I'm sure anyone who has, or has ever held, a position in an IT department....or anyone that has ever had computer issues requiring the help of your friendly IT person will feel for me on this one.
First, a little background story.
About 4 months ago, our PC at home took a dive. Blue screen of death, the works. In a last-ditch effort to resurrect it, my IT guy said I should bring it in for him to look at. (He's such a sweety, but I think he's a masochist. I mean, not only does he deal with the issues pertaining to our office every day, he's also always telling people to bring in their personal computers if they have issues. He truly enjoys helping out.)
Mot brought ours in soon after.....took it downstairs to the "IT lair"....and came back up with it minutes later.
I was thinking to myself "well, that can't be good...that was way to fast."
Nope, when they plugged it in, it worked fine. Go friggin' figure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Never fails. If you have a computer issue, you call the IT guy...and it stops doing it when he (or she) arrives. Everything works normally. He stands there, with that smile on his face, you know the one. The "why did they call me here, everything is fine, if people would just wait a few seconds and try again, it will work...why can't they figure this out themselves" look.
(sigh)
Do they teach this in IT person school? Do you have to show your new employer "the look" as part of the hiring process???
So, back to why I'm telling you this story in the first place.
I turned on my laptop this morning, to download some pics I took last night....and when the log on to Vista screen comes up....it automatically fills with characters. And when I try to delete them, to type in my password...it fills back up with characters.
I turn the darn thing off...because that's just not normal.
When I turn it back on a few minutes later....it goes to a black screen, flashing cursor....and starts SQUEALING as loud as the little speakers can handle.
Like "ear splitting, holy hell, shut it off, make it stop, oh the insanity" loud.
I turned off. Again, that's just not normal.
I wait a few minutes, turn it on. No dice, still sounds like Emergency Broadcast System tones - but 10 million times more annoying.
OK....this is ridiculous.
Out loud, I say to my computer, "Fine...if you want to play that game, I'll take you in to see Paul. I have pictures on you that haven't been backed up, and if I lose them because you're having a bad day, I'm going to scream."
(Yes, I talk to inanimate objects sometimes. If anything, it makes me feel better.)
I grab my laptop bag, and start loading up the power cord....and think (out loud) "OK, I'll give you one more chance."
I turned it on, stuck my fingers in my ears and waited.
It worked fine. No issues.
What have I learned from this?
There was probably a stuck shift key or something?
NO!!! That would make sense. I prefer to go with the "crazy lady who threatens her computer" theory.
My laptop hasn't even met my IT guy. I bet the PC upstairs and my laptop have been talking while I'm not around. :-)
First, a little background story.
About 4 months ago, our PC at home took a dive. Blue screen of death, the works. In a last-ditch effort to resurrect it, my IT guy said I should bring it in for him to look at. (He's such a sweety, but I think he's a masochist. I mean, not only does he deal with the issues pertaining to our office every day, he's also always telling people to bring in their personal computers if they have issues. He truly enjoys helping out.)
Mot brought ours in soon after.....took it downstairs to the "IT lair"....and came back up with it minutes later.
I was thinking to myself "well, that can't be good...that was way to fast."
Nope, when they plugged it in, it worked fine. Go friggin' figure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Never fails. If you have a computer issue, you call the IT guy...and it stops doing it when he (or she) arrives. Everything works normally. He stands there, with that smile on his face, you know the one. The "why did they call me here, everything is fine, if people would just wait a few seconds and try again, it will work...why can't they figure this out themselves" look.
(sigh)
Do they teach this in IT person school? Do you have to show your new employer "the look" as part of the hiring process???
So, back to why I'm telling you this story in the first place.
I turned on my laptop this morning, to download some pics I took last night....and when the log on to Vista screen comes up....it automatically fills with characters. And when I try to delete them, to type in my password...it fills back up with characters.
I turn the darn thing off...because that's just not normal.
When I turn it back on a few minutes later....it goes to a black screen, flashing cursor....and starts SQUEALING as loud as the little speakers can handle.
Like "ear splitting, holy hell, shut it off, make it stop, oh the insanity" loud.
I turned off. Again, that's just not normal.
I wait a few minutes, turn it on. No dice, still sounds like Emergency Broadcast System tones - but 10 million times more annoying.
OK....this is ridiculous.
Out loud, I say to my computer, "Fine...if you want to play that game, I'll take you in to see Paul. I have pictures on you that haven't been backed up, and if I lose them because you're having a bad day, I'm going to scream."
(Yes, I talk to inanimate objects sometimes. If anything, it makes me feel better.)
I grab my laptop bag, and start loading up the power cord....and think (out loud) "OK, I'll give you one more chance."
I turned it on, stuck my fingers in my ears and waited.
It worked fine. No issues.
What have I learned from this?
There was probably a stuck shift key or something?
NO!!! That would make sense. I prefer to go with the "crazy lady who threatens her computer" theory.
My laptop hasn't even met my IT guy. I bet the PC upstairs and my laptop have been talking while I'm not around. :-)
Monday, December 8, 2008
I'm Intrigued
So, I'm strolling around the Internet this morning, waiting for my Monday motivation to kick in here at work.
I notice that author of a blog I read (Lyvvie), has a second blog about Bento. I have to admit, I've been intrigued by concept of these things before.
I'm not sure how best describe a Bento. It's a very popular method of transporting (or in some cases, having it delivered) lunch meals. I've always investigated it, then stopped. Why do I stop? Well, because what I would with these boxes is very different than the intended purpose.
Yes, I'd bring my lunch in them....but......well......per tradition, the custom seems to be....well, time consuming. You don't just slop a pbj and some chips in them and walk out the door. The process is much more than that....it's almost an art form. The idea is to put quite a bit of effort into the preparation and presentation.
I, on the other hand, just think they are cool looking, and want to use them to slap my turkey sandwich and granola bar into...and walk out the door. :-) :-)
Photos courtesy of.....
http://bentocrazy.ecrater.com/product.php?pid=2262719
http://buckeye-vintage.ecrater.com/product.php?pid=1884165
I mean, look what people do with these things! It's like art.....I'd feel funny putting my boring chicken breast and Jello cup in these things!!!
Photos courtesy of...
http://obentobaby.blogspot.com/
http://hubpages.com/hub/Bento_Box_Recipes
http://mybentolunch.com/
I notice that author of a blog I read (Lyvvie), has a second blog about Bento. I have to admit, I've been intrigued by concept of these things before.
I'm not sure how best describe a Bento. It's a very popular method of transporting (or in some cases, having it delivered) lunch meals. I've always investigated it, then stopped. Why do I stop? Well, because what I would with these boxes is very different than the intended purpose.
Yes, I'd bring my lunch in them....but......well......per tradition, the custom seems to be....well, time consuming. You don't just slop a pbj and some chips in them and walk out the door. The process is much more than that....it's almost an art form. The idea is to put quite a bit of effort into the preparation and presentation.
I, on the other hand, just think they are cool looking, and want to use them to slap my turkey sandwich and granola bar into...and walk out the door. :-) :-)
Photos courtesy of.....
http://bentocrazy.ecrater.com/product.php?pid=2262719
http://buckeye-vintage.ecrater.com/product.php?pid=1884165
I mean, look what people do with these things! It's like art.....I'd feel funny putting my boring chicken breast and Jello cup in these things!!!
Photos courtesy of...
http://obentobaby.blogspot.com/
http://hubpages.com/hub/Bento_Box_Recipes
http://mybentolunch.com/
Hockey, and the rest of my weekend
After finally escaping the longest week at work, I drove home with traffic on my side. Seriously, no red lights, no trouble merging, and I could exceed the speed limit the whole way home...it was awesome!!!!
Mot had arrived home from North Platte during the afternoon, so he was home (playing WoW, of course) when I got there. :-)
Because of Mot's schedule we bought hockey season tickets again this year, but split them with my folks. They do Friday and we go Saturday. Mom had her company xmas party Friday night, so we got the tickets. Thanks goodness for company xmas parties. :-) :-)
We left early for downtown, and ate at our usual pre-hockey spot...Michael's Mexican Cuisine. Yummy! A few margaritas later, we set off for the arena.
Dave Weber, a local TV news dude sang the National Anthem...not too shabby.
Our boys were wearing different jerseys this weekend. They were basically camo (red, white, black and grey)...in honor of the Military Appreciation week, and......they were going to auction them off at the end of the weekend......uh oh!!!! :-)
Our opponent was from Alaska this week, the Nanooks. It was a pretty exciting game and they were very evenly matched. So much so, that after the 3rd period was complete, the score was still tied at zero.
Into overtime we went......still tied at zero. Then into the shoot out we went.
After going back and forth for what seemed like forever (it was actually about 7 shots each), the Mavs won!!!!!! :-)
There used to be two dudes that sat in front of us at all the games. They were a hoot to sit around, we all got along pretty well. Because we hadn't seen them at all this year, we assumed they moved their seats to the lower bowl. Turns out, they just haven't been able to make a Saturday night game....and thought we'd changed our seats...because they hadn't seen us on Friday nights when they were there. Funny, eh? Anyway.....seeing them Friday night was nice. Just like old times. :-)
Saturday was a pretty quiet day. Woke up early, watched a couple dvr'd episodes of Ghost Hunter while Mot was on the computer. Then we both showered and left to run some errands. Nothing special....bookstore, library, stuff like that.
We came back home.....did a few things around the house....then got ready for more hockey. Saturday was Aaric's bday, so we asked Robin and him to come along with us, our treat. We went down to the arena a little earlier than usual, so we could get tickets for them, near our seats.
Robin and Aaric were late....which is very unlike them.....we'll have to give them crap about that one for a while. :-) (I didn't that night, because it was his birthday. )
A group of elementary kids sang the National Anthem. They had me giggling when they sang a line incorrectly "...gave proof to the knights, that our flag was still there."
This dude is a very loyal fan. He's been sitting a few rows in front of us, every game...for as long as we've been getting tickets. I don't know his name though...you know me, too shy to ask. :-)
Saturday was a repeat of Friday, it was eerie. After the 3rd period was complete, the score was still tied at zero. Into overtime we went......still tied at zero. Into a shoot out we went. After going back and forth for what seemed like forever (a few shots less than the night before though), the Nanoocks won. :-(
Near the end of the 3nd period, Danny (one of the dudes that sits in front of us) and Mot headed down towards the jersey auction table. Mot and I had decided on our way in, that we probably weren't going to bid on my favorite player's jersey. There is so much more we could do with that money. Well.....we are a bad influence on Danny and Steve.....and they are a horrible influence on us. :-) :-) :-)
When the horn sounded for end of the 3rd period....Steve and I looked down towards the auction tables (we had an awesome view of them from our seats). Danny and Mot were jumping up and down, trying to get our attention. Danny was doing the jumping when I first looked down...so I told Steve they won a jersey. Then Danny starting pointing at Mot....who then starting jumping up and down and waving his arms.
He called me, and told me that he needed my purse, so we could pay. :-)
(Here's photographic proof that Robin does, indeed, own a coat. She refuses to wear one, because winter coats are "too puffy." I couldn't believe it, when she walked up to the seats wearing one.)
My Sunday was pretty anti-climactic. Woke up early again, and headed upstairs. The WoW lair was getting a little gross, and needed cleaning. Plus, the walk in closet in the guest bedroom has been calling my name for a while now. It REALLY needs cleaned out, as it's become a catch all.
After working on it, here and there, over the course of the day..........it's now about half way done. (I had a movie playing in the den...and would get sucked into it every once and a while. After about 30 minutes, I'd realize that I had gone from standing and watching, to sitting with my feet up and watching. Darn evil electronic device!)
Everything from inside the closet is currently piled in the bedroom. I threw out a ton, and put a ton more in the goodwill/garage sale pile. Now, I just need to load it all back in......in an orderly and organized fashion.
We have sooo much extra bedding in that closet, that was just piled up. It's all dusty, so now I'll have to wash it all. I think I need to find some of those vacuum bags to put it all in....so I don't have to wash the dustiness off of it again. It's going to take me a while. :-)
The quartet showed up about 7:30 for rehearsal, so I had to stop cleaning. I'll get to it again - maybe this weekend, if not sooner. Just glad to have it almost done. It really, really needed it!
"...gave proof to the knights, that our flag was still there." Sorry, it still has me chuckling. :-)
Mot had arrived home from North Platte during the afternoon, so he was home (playing WoW, of course) when I got there. :-)
Because of Mot's schedule we bought hockey season tickets again this year, but split them with my folks. They do Friday and we go Saturday. Mom had her company xmas party Friday night, so we got the tickets. Thanks goodness for company xmas parties. :-) :-)
We left early for downtown, and ate at our usual pre-hockey spot...Michael's Mexican Cuisine. Yummy! A few margaritas later, we set off for the arena.
Dave Weber, a local TV news dude sang the National Anthem...not too shabby.
Our boys were wearing different jerseys this weekend. They were basically camo (red, white, black and grey)...in honor of the Military Appreciation week, and......they were going to auction them off at the end of the weekend......uh oh!!!! :-)
Our opponent was from Alaska this week, the Nanooks. It was a pretty exciting game and they were very evenly matched. So much so, that after the 3rd period was complete, the score was still tied at zero.
Into overtime we went......still tied at zero. Then into the shoot out we went.
After going back and forth for what seemed like forever (it was actually about 7 shots each), the Mavs won!!!!!! :-)
There used to be two dudes that sat in front of us at all the games. They were a hoot to sit around, we all got along pretty well. Because we hadn't seen them at all this year, we assumed they moved their seats to the lower bowl. Turns out, they just haven't been able to make a Saturday night game....and thought we'd changed our seats...because they hadn't seen us on Friday nights when they were there. Funny, eh? Anyway.....seeing them Friday night was nice. Just like old times. :-)
Saturday was a pretty quiet day. Woke up early, watched a couple dvr'd episodes of Ghost Hunter while Mot was on the computer. Then we both showered and left to run some errands. Nothing special....bookstore, library, stuff like that.
We came back home.....did a few things around the house....then got ready for more hockey. Saturday was Aaric's bday, so we asked Robin and him to come along with us, our treat. We went down to the arena a little earlier than usual, so we could get tickets for them, near our seats.
Robin and Aaric were late....which is very unlike them.....we'll have to give them crap about that one for a while. :-) (I didn't that night, because it was his birthday. )
A group of elementary kids sang the National Anthem. They had me giggling when they sang a line incorrectly "...gave proof to the knights, that our flag was still there."
This dude is a very loyal fan. He's been sitting a few rows in front of us, every game...for as long as we've been getting tickets. I don't know his name though...you know me, too shy to ask. :-)
Saturday was a repeat of Friday, it was eerie. After the 3rd period was complete, the score was still tied at zero. Into overtime we went......still tied at zero. Into a shoot out we went. After going back and forth for what seemed like forever (a few shots less than the night before though), the Nanoocks won. :-(
Near the end of the 3nd period, Danny (one of the dudes that sits in front of us) and Mot headed down towards the jersey auction table. Mot and I had decided on our way in, that we probably weren't going to bid on my favorite player's jersey. There is so much more we could do with that money. Well.....we are a bad influence on Danny and Steve.....and they are a horrible influence on us. :-) :-) :-)
When the horn sounded for end of the 3rd period....Steve and I looked down towards the auction tables (we had an awesome view of them from our seats). Danny and Mot were jumping up and down, trying to get our attention. Danny was doing the jumping when I first looked down...so I told Steve they won a jersey. Then Danny starting pointing at Mot....who then starting jumping up and down and waving his arms.
He called me, and told me that he needed my purse, so we could pay. :-)
(Here's photographic proof that Robin does, indeed, own a coat. She refuses to wear one, because winter coats are "too puffy." I couldn't believe it, when she walked up to the seats wearing one.)
My Sunday was pretty anti-climactic. Woke up early again, and headed upstairs. The WoW lair was getting a little gross, and needed cleaning. Plus, the walk in closet in the guest bedroom has been calling my name for a while now. It REALLY needs cleaned out, as it's become a catch all.
After working on it, here and there, over the course of the day..........it's now about half way done. (I had a movie playing in the den...and would get sucked into it every once and a while. After about 30 minutes, I'd realize that I had gone from standing and watching, to sitting with my feet up and watching. Darn evil electronic device!)
Everything from inside the closet is currently piled in the bedroom. I threw out a ton, and put a ton more in the goodwill/garage sale pile. Now, I just need to load it all back in......in an orderly and organized fashion.
We have sooo much extra bedding in that closet, that was just piled up. It's all dusty, so now I'll have to wash it all. I think I need to find some of those vacuum bags to put it all in....so I don't have to wash the dustiness off of it again. It's going to take me a while. :-)
The quartet showed up about 7:30 for rehearsal, so I had to stop cleaning. I'll get to it again - maybe this weekend, if not sooner. Just glad to have it almost done. It really, really needed it!
"...gave proof to the knights, that our flag was still there." Sorry, it still has me chuckling. :-)
Friday, December 5, 2008
Update...
To those of you wondering.....
My sister arrived last night, to help with the burial. We planted him under the trumpet vine along the fence behind our house.
It took a little bit to dig a hole in our frozen tundra. I'm sure the neighbors were scratching their heads over what the crazy girl next door was doing with a shovel in her backyard last night. :-)
I like to keep them guessing.
1st Mental Note: Dead fish......in water for 1.5 days.......does not smell pleasant when removed.
2nd Mental Note: Bring sister for all burials, she's a hoot, and will get you laughing at the most inconvenient times!!!!
Stories behind 2nd mental note.......
1) My cat, Skunk, passed away in the dead of winter. He was an inside cat, that refused to stay inside...so we were constantly chasing him when he escaped. One time, he escaped and we didn't know it. When I found him, he was outside.....frozen. Ugh! I called for Mot, and he came to the rescue...snow shovel in hand. He scooped up poor Skunk and put him in a copy paper box I had in the trunk of my car.
Skunk was a big cat. Not fat...but LLOOONNNGGG. He didn't fit in the box....he kinda hung over the side....sticking straight out (still frozen). Not pleasant...but we (my sister was there), of course, still got the giggles when Mot plunked him in the box, and he didn't fit.
Mot, trying not to laugh himself, went inside the house to look for something closer to the correct size. As he was walking towards the house, Skunk fell out of the box. Neither my sister or I were looking in that direction when it happened...so after we heard the noise, we looked to see what caused it. There was Skunk, staring right at us, out of the box.
I admit it, we both screamed like girls, and were at the end of the driveway in Olympic sprinter's time.
2) My aunt's funeral in April. We were standing in the back of the room, during the viewing the day before the funeral. Depressing music is playing, people are crying, we're trying to be strong. Well, it all finally overwhelms us. I'm sniveling, and Inny (my sis) starts in. I give her a hug, and she cries on my shoulder. It's all very "lifetime movie" like.
When she gets herself under control, she pulls away from my shoulder. I look down and say (not so quietly) "Ew, you snotted on me."
And that was that......
We were both holding back the giggles....until we could no longer fight it. We were all out laughing....and everyone in the room is looking at us.
Our red, puffy eyes must have given us free reign to laugh...because everyone went back to what they were doing soon after. On that note, we left.
3) Last night's burial starts with "I don't have to touch him, do I?"
I made her no promises.
I use the fish net, scoop him out of the tank, and put him in a soon to be thrown away dish towel she's holding. Inny spends the whole time with this look of complete and total disgust on her face. It's awesome.
As we're getting ready to walk down stairs......the smell hits us. Oh my god!!!! 2 days in a fish tank, dead. There are no words.
I take the towel (containing dead fish) and go running down the stairs and outside.....hoping to keep as little of the smell from lingering as possible.
(sidenote : running through the house didn't help)
Once outside, we pick a spot and I try to dig a hole. We throw him in it...and he lands upside down. Well....that's just not going to work for me. I reach down to flip him over and Inny lets out a squeal. Heck, she wasn't even touching him, and she was grossed out.
Fish have no eyelids.....so my dead 10+ year old puffer fish was in a hole in the ground - staring at me. How I didn't have nightmares last night, I'll never know!
I get him flipped over, quickly we say "Love you Puff" and put the frozen mound of dirt back down...and run inside.
(It's colder than heck out - single digits - and we both had just gotten done at the gym. I was in shorts and a tshirt - we made the burial quick...to say the least.)
If you ever need comic relief at a funeral....call on us. If you want tact, decorum, and good behavior, make sure we're not in attendance!!!!
My sister arrived last night, to help with the burial. We planted him under the trumpet vine along the fence behind our house.
It took a little bit to dig a hole in our frozen tundra. I'm sure the neighbors were scratching their heads over what the crazy girl next door was doing with a shovel in her backyard last night. :-)
I like to keep them guessing.
1st Mental Note: Dead fish......in water for 1.5 days.......does not smell pleasant when removed.
2nd Mental Note: Bring sister for all burials, she's a hoot, and will get you laughing at the most inconvenient times!!!!
Stories behind 2nd mental note.......
1) My cat, Skunk, passed away in the dead of winter. He was an inside cat, that refused to stay inside...so we were constantly chasing him when he escaped. One time, he escaped and we didn't know it. When I found him, he was outside.....frozen. Ugh! I called for Mot, and he came to the rescue...snow shovel in hand. He scooped up poor Skunk and put him in a copy paper box I had in the trunk of my car.
Skunk was a big cat. Not fat...but LLOOONNNGGG. He didn't fit in the box....he kinda hung over the side....sticking straight out (still frozen). Not pleasant...but we (my sister was there), of course, still got the giggles when Mot plunked him in the box, and he didn't fit.
Mot, trying not to laugh himself, went inside the house to look for something closer to the correct size. As he was walking towards the house, Skunk fell out of the box. Neither my sister or I were looking in that direction when it happened...so after we heard the noise, we looked to see what caused it. There was Skunk, staring right at us, out of the box.
I admit it, we both screamed like girls, and were at the end of the driveway in Olympic sprinter's time.
2) My aunt's funeral in April. We were standing in the back of the room, during the viewing the day before the funeral. Depressing music is playing, people are crying, we're trying to be strong. Well, it all finally overwhelms us. I'm sniveling, and Inny (my sis) starts in. I give her a hug, and she cries on my shoulder. It's all very "lifetime movie" like.
When she gets herself under control, she pulls away from my shoulder. I look down and say (not so quietly) "Ew, you snotted on me."
And that was that......
We were both holding back the giggles....until we could no longer fight it. We were all out laughing....and everyone in the room is looking at us.
Our red, puffy eyes must have given us free reign to laugh...because everyone went back to what they were doing soon after. On that note, we left.
3) Last night's burial starts with "I don't have to touch him, do I?"
I made her no promises.
I use the fish net, scoop him out of the tank, and put him in a soon to be thrown away dish towel she's holding. Inny spends the whole time with this look of complete and total disgust on her face. It's awesome.
As we're getting ready to walk down stairs......the smell hits us. Oh my god!!!! 2 days in a fish tank, dead. There are no words.
I take the towel (containing dead fish) and go running down the stairs and outside.....hoping to keep as little of the smell from lingering as possible.
(sidenote : running through the house didn't help)
Once outside, we pick a spot and I try to dig a hole. We throw him in it...and he lands upside down. Well....that's just not going to work for me. I reach down to flip him over and Inny lets out a squeal. Heck, she wasn't even touching him, and she was grossed out.
Fish have no eyelids.....so my dead 10+ year old puffer fish was in a hole in the ground - staring at me. How I didn't have nightmares last night, I'll never know!
I get him flipped over, quickly we say "Love you Puff" and put the frozen mound of dirt back down...and run inside.
(It's colder than heck out - single digits - and we both had just gotten done at the gym. I was in shorts and a tshirt - we made the burial quick...to say the least.)
If you ever need comic relief at a funeral....call on us. If you want tact, decorum, and good behavior, make sure we're not in attendance!!!!
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