Friday, November 30, 2007

The End

It's over! NaBloPoMo is over! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

Really, it's been an adventure in discipline, but, I'm glad it's over. I don't have to post tomorrow! You don't know how good that feels. You may not hear from me for weeks!

I'm also excited because Leah and I have finally decided on a date to do our Spa day, and boy--do we have a package planned. Both of us had toyed with the idea of handing our extra gift certificates to this particular spa over to someone else, but in the end, we decided--nah. We'll get a deluxe day of treatment with minimum cost to us. It's going to be soooooooo nice. A whole day of pampering. Just what the doctor ordered.

So, here's to you: NaBloPoMoers! Lift your favorite drink and give yourself a toast! Drain it with gusto! We deserve it!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Because I can

I'm watching the Cowboys and the Packers on the NFL network because I can. I don't have Time Warner Cable and they don't carry NFL network. I have Grande and they do, so I don't have to worry about a satellite dish going out in bad weather, either.

Time Warner Cable sucks! Their customer service is crap! Their prices are outrageous and they don't have anything more special than any other cable network can offer. Okay..they have News 8 Austin. But I have the NFL Network and don't have to spend $5 on A Beer at a sports bar to see a really BIG game.

Unfortunately, the Packers aren't doing so well. I can't stand the Cowboys. My intense hatred of them stems from living in Dallas for nearly 10 years and seeing members of the team get away with stuff you and I would never be able to get away with. The Dallas police kept arresting them, but the judges kept dismissing them. They would interrupt regular programming on tv to report that Emmit Smith had twisted his ankle and spend 20 minutes on it. It was ridiculous! And Jerry Jones...don't even get me started on him. I went to one game when I lived there and I got to see them get badly beaten by the Eagles. It was nice, though I did enjoy my victory very quietly.

Oh well...there's my two cents. Hey! Two....one more day to go!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Three

I'm sure by now you all know how I feel about this.
And there you have it.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Count

I feel like The Count from Sesame Street: "4! 4 more days of the NaBloPoMo! Ah-ha-ha-haaaaaa!"

Really...much more of this and I'll be Oscar the Grouch.

I admit. I'm a boring person! I have nothing to write about in my life! My life is not exciting! I get up, I go to work, I deal with people--sometimes very difficult people--I come home...nothing happens. I am no longer that girl that Mother warned you about. People always thought I was, but I really wasn't. I was always the more responsible one in our wild group.

Wonder what they're doing now? Certainly not trying to write a blog a day.

Monday, November 26, 2007

5 more days

I can't wait for this bloody month to be over!

I can't write a blog every day. Well, I can, but I don't like doing it. I don't like feeling like I have to do it. It doesn't flow if I feel like I have to do it. I really don't have to do it this month; it's not like someone's holding a gun to my head or anything like that, but I said I would do it. So I did. I am.

And after tonight, there'll be four more. And then....a nice long break:)

Sunday, November 25, 2007

6 more days

6 more days for this in November. Then, you'll probably never hear from me again! Just kidding.

This weekend has been weird. Friday felt like Saturday, Saturday felt like Sunday, and Sunday I had no idea what day it was, but it was cold and rainy. Being that it was cold and rainy and I have only five dollars until payday, I didn't do much of anything. I have noticed my new neighbors, though.

MG, they're loud. They don't go up or down the stairs without yelling to each other in the parking lot. On the stairs, they sound like a herd of something heavy, but too quick to be elephants. And the boy, who is about 9 or 10, is constantly yelling his sister's name..."Anna!...Anna!" How can people be so loud? Why would they want to be? This isn't a mansion that they live in alone. Why do people seem to no longer have any respect for their neighbors?

I can't wait to move to the mountains. Too bad it's going to be a long time from now.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Family Trees

I've spent the last 3 hours on Ancestry.com building my family tree. Fascinating stuff. I've discovered that I am a descendant of the Medicis of Italy. That's a big WOWIE! The Medicis were the most powerful family in Italy for over a century. They had their hands in everything.

So...I'm going back to the website now to find out how many connections I have to the Medicis. So far, I have two.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Aggies Suck!

And that's all I have to say today.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Turkey Day recap

I got to sleep in until 8:30ish. I got up and ate breakfast. I went to take care of a client's cats. I came home and vegged on the couch with a fabulous book and threw a load of towels in the washer. I got up at a chapter break and prepared my turkey breast (natural raised-free range, of course), stuck it in the oven and then prepped my potatoes. Went back to reading. Got up, checked turkey breast--almost done, put potatoes on a low simmer, and prepared green beans for steaming. Went back to book. Got the beans going. Went back to book. Whipped potatoes, got turkey out, checked beans--they weren't done. Prepared plate without beans, put Ocean's Thirteen in DVD player, and prepared to spend thanksgiving dinner with George, Brad and Matt. Sat down, started movie, started eating, didn't notice smell, and smoke detector started blaring. Beans had run out of water. Spent the next 10 minutes waving a fan under my smoke detector and had no idea what was going on in the movie. In between fan waving I opened patio doors and window, turned on ceiling fans, and threw beans into a bowl. Moved the movie back and caught up. Consoled myself with more mashed potatoes. Had to stop movie and go out for 2 hours taking care of other people's cats, one of which has turned into a mountain lion and wanted to kill me. I chose not to stay with him long. Talked to my mom and grandma. Came back home, poured a glass of wine. Talked to my dad and stepmother. Going back to book now--will catch up on movie Saturday.

That's all.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Thanksgiving Memories

What is your favorite way to spend Thanksgiving?

When I was younger, Thanksgiving was spent at my maternal grandmother's house. She has a small three bedroom house with one bathroom. All three of her kids, their kids (4 of us), and whatever significant others happened to be around at the time, would converge upon her house on Wednesday. That's 8-11 people in a three bedroom house with ONE bathroom.

It was the best time I ever had, though. My uncles are hilarious. I've had laugh lines on my face from the time I was eight because of them. My mother and my brother could certainly hold their own with them. They should have been a road act...we'd be millionaires by now. There was a lot of laughter at Thanksgiving in my family.

Grandma would get up early to prepare the turkey. The kids would all inevitably wake up since we were all camped out in the living room on the couch, chairs, and floor. She would proceed to make sausage and biscuits with gravy for breakfast--far better than you can get in any restaurant. She would have always had the desserts prepared before-hand, driving us kids to distraction wanting to get at the pumpkin and blueberry pies and the dirt pudding (pudding with crushed up oreos...mmmmmm.) Then the adults would start stumbling into the kitchen, which is the largest room in the house actually. Everyone--except the uncles--would commence to peeling potatoes, making dough for the homemade noodles, preparing the giblets for gravy (I hated that gravy), preparing the cranberries (no canned cranberries for this family), getting the green beans ready (not in a casserole), and preparing gallons of iced tea. It's amazing what you can do with only four burners on a stove. What a frenzy of activity it would be.

Then--the eating! This of course is when the uncles would materialize in the kitchen! I never developed a taste for the Turkey Leg because my mom and her brothers would fight over them every year. 2 legs, 3 siblings...such a clash of wills to witness. My mom is the oldest, so she usually won by using simple threats or reminding her brothers of the horrible things that they'd done when they were younger and she was in charge. My Uncle Tom and I usually dominated the pan with the mashed potatoes in it. Whichever grandkid was sitting on the outside of the table closest to the larger area of the kitchen usually got to enjoy their dinner in small bites between jumping up and down to retrieve forgotten cutlery, getting more ice for teas, and fetching things off the stove. We would stuff ourselves stupid and have to wait a couple of hours on desert.

During that wait, though, I always found myself with my cousins having to do dishes. I don't know how my brother always got out of it. Of course, Grandma didn't have a dishwasher. By the time we were through, there was usually someone rooting around in the kitchen for leftovers. I've always heard the Thanksgiving football game from the kitchen...never really saw it. Halftime saw everyone running for desert. I tell you, no one can eat a piece of pumpkin pie like my cousin Nathan; I don't know if he even tasted the pie underneath the tub of Cool Whip he put on it.

Afterwards, everyone would be dozing in the living room. Not easy to take a good long nap, what with being the iced tea drinkers we are and someone always leaping into the space on a piece of furniture that you'd vacated when you could no longer ignore your bladder. Uncle Tom would usually lead a procession to the local theater for the latest holiday movie while whomever was left behind got a rousing game of Scrabble going in the kitchen with more leftover munching.

It was a small, cramped house for that many people, but there was a lot of love and laughter. I miss it. I sometimes wish that everyone didn't have to grow up and have families of their own or move so far away. My mom is there now, sharing some laughter with her brothers and some anxiety about their aging mother. She's not as energetic as she used to be and she has finally started succumbing to her age and the exhaustion of taking care of a husband in the late stages of Parkinson's disease. There probably won't be half the amount of food that there used to be and there's finally a dishwasher--I say it's because Nathan and Tommy and I aren't around to wash them anymore. I'm sure that Nathan and Tommy with their eight kids will make an appearance, my brother and my niece Amanda may come over, and possibly some members of Don's family (my grandmother's husband). It won't ever be like it used to be.

I guess that's what memories are for, though.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Bachelor Follow-up

I had always wondered what happened to Byron and Mary. I even looked on the website to see if there was any info, but there was nothing. Happily, they're still together and still planning on getting married. I think the key to that one was that both of them were in their 30s.

Twenty-somethings don't know themselves yet. I always see these 20-something-year-old girls on this show and I have to roll my eyes. They have no idea how much their lives are going to change by the time they're 30. It's so easy to fall in love at that age. You still believe in fairy tales--"And they lived happily ever after..." blah, blah, blah. I look back at the guys I fell in love with when I was in my twenties and I thank God that things didn't work out!

A woman is established by the time she's in her thirties. She's aware of herself. She's confident. She doesn't have to know where this guy is 24/7. Confidence is so sexy. It's not the same as narcissism--and it's not that bravado that's put up with false confidence. It's just knowledge--knowledge of what you're capable of, what you can give, and your capacity for love. It's so different from desperation.

Yes....some twenty-somethings make it. They're really a lucky few. Congratulations if you're one of them!

Monday, November 19, 2007

The Bachelor

Okay...I admit. I watch The Bachelor. Not every week, but definitely the premier, a couple after that, and the finale. I usually get it figured out, too. I always know who the bachelor is going to pick. This year...he didn't pick either one. I was sure he'd pick Deanna. Does that mean he has to give the ring back since ABC paid for it????

Now, of course, I have to watch the "After the Final Rose" show tomorrow night to figure out what the hell he was thinking. He could be the smartest bachelor they've ever had; after all, everyone else's relationships have fallen completely apart after the show...except for Trista, but she was a Bachelorette.

Yes...the blogging gets slim when you have to blog every day. Makes you talk about The Bachelor. BTW--I think his twin brother is a lot cuter than he is!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

More on celebrities

I saw on the news today that the paparazzi have two newish members to the team in Hollywood; they are all of 14 and 15 years old! I can't believe their parents let them hang out in this crowd, snapping pictures whilst risking being accidentally run over by Brittney! Would you let your kids do this? On the other hand, they're bringing home about $2500 a week. That's a lot more than I made babysitting at that age.

When I was 15, I was obsessed with Def Leppard and Duran Duran. Half my walls in my bedroom were covered with DL pictures and the other half with DD. I read every article in any magazine I could get my hands on. I would miss the school bus in the morning if one of their videos happened to come on Mtv before I left. I knew everything I possibly could about them. I've retained a lot more of their information than I ever did of Algebra and Geometry.

I thought about all that the other day. Now, I hear a particular band and really like their music...let's say, the Foo Fighters. I love their stuff. I haven't the slightest notion what any of the band members' names are (except Dave Groehl--and I'm sure I've misspelled his name) or what they look like. I couldn't tell you anything about them. If I were 15 again, though...I'd probably never leave my house. I'd be on the computer forever searching for anything I could find on them. I don't even spend my time searching for DL or DD stuff...oh, if there had been the internet and PCs in 1985, though.

Instead, I spent the day torturing my cat. Not really, but I'm sure she thought so. First, I left her alone for a couple of hours, then I came home and Furminated and brushed her, vacuumed the floor, vacuumed her (she actually likes that!), and then I cleaned her ears. I really need to trim her claws, but I thought that after everything else, that may be a little risky.

I guess most people grow out of the celebrity stuff, huh?

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Brittnatized

Ever wonder why we are so inexorably drawn to Brittney Spears' life? I mean, this girl is an utter train wreck. Every week there's something new and completely stupid that the paparazzi have caught on film. This week, she's running red lights with her kids in the back seat. Actually, I'm surprised that, at this point, one of the kids isn't driving..I'm not usually a celebrity gawker, but this girl has me completely fascinated. It's beyond me how someone can be so clueless.

Of course, I've been wondering the same thing about George Bush for several years, so it's become somewhat of a habit.

Seriously? How bad of a mother does one have to be in order to be rooting for K-Fed to get custody? (That rhymes! It could be a country song!)

Let your children take notice: this is the result of no education. Hell, even reading a book once in a while could benefit--maybe not the ones that have titles like, "Wild Abandon" or "Pirate's Booty".

Anne said it best: "All I have to do is look at Brittney Spears, and I feel much better about my own life." (Hey, Anne--there's that adjective I was telling you about.)

Friday, November 16, 2007

Cold weather, warm cats

How is it that a small, 8-pound cat can keep you so warm?

Normally, my cat sleeps on the opposite pillow as me. When it gets cold out, however, she has to sleep on me in some way--usually , on my legs. I can move all I want, she'll just roll along with me. The heat she generates is so nice! It radiates all the way down the length of my legs. I don't worry about being cold at all when she's around. I guess it's because a cat, as small as they are, are normally 101 degrees, or so. That's pretty warm! Who needs to waste the electricity on a heating pad when you have a kitty? Anytime I pull a blanket out, she's gotta be on it.

Just one more reason to have a cat: they're nice and warm, but don't breathe as heavily or smell as bad as a dog.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Halfway there!

Blog a day, blog a day. It's like being in an 18th century Royal Court; you have to be scintillating and entertaining or sleep with the King in order to stay.
Where's the King?!!!!!!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

???????

I don't know what to write about today. My cat did nothing funny, I don't have kids, and work was relatively uneventful.

I did get a $50 gift card for spa services at Mecca, though. Who wants to bribe me? A Mother-to-be Massage would only be $45.........

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Acrobatic Cats

Sometimes, I wish I could have a camera on my cat at all times, because she cracks me up with her acrobatics. She has nightmares. She'll be sleeping peacefully and leap out of it to amazing heights.

One night, she was dozing a little on the floor. I pointed my laser pointer over towards her and turned it on--it was right in front of her. She jumped, literally, 4 feet in the air from a completely stationary position. I laughed until my sides hurt.

She's a very particular cat. She knows when something is out place--which is pretty challenging when her mother is somewhat of a slob. One day when she got one of those wild cat hairs and started running through the apartment, she was drawn up short at the little hallway between my bedroom and bathroom because one of her toy mice was laying there that had not been the last time she had passed through there and she did a cartwheel right over it. Really! A two-pawed cartwheel! The surprised look on her face at her feat made it all that more funny.

What crazy things have your pets done that make you laugh?

Not my fault

Okay...it's not my fault that I didn't post last night. All I was going to write was: "Sorry. No scintillating insights tonight. I'm tired...going to bed." However, I turned on my computer and there was not internet, but that's okay, because now I have a story to tell and if there are any men who read, they can be very glad that they are men.

1 AM this morning, I was awakened by horrible cramps! Awful, ugly, somebody's-digging-a-hot-poker-into-my-gut-and-stirring-it-around cramps. And not a speck of aspirin, ibuprofen, morphine or anything else in the apartment. So, I finally throw on some clothes to drive down to the HEB. I get there and they have the aisle that the Aleve is on closed off because they're waxing the floor!!!! Normally, I would have walked down that aisle anyway and dared anyone to say something, but there was a very large, liquid puddle of who-knows-what's-in-it wax on the floor . No one else will go down there either. So I have to get back in my car and drive all the way down to Stassney, hoping the CVS there is 24-hour. Luckily, it was. I finally got to go back to sleep around 2:30.

It was a lovely night.

So, if I post again tonight, provided I can get my internet up, will that still count as a post every day?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Day 11

OIY----another lazy day today. Read em and weep Moms. Sometimes, I'm really okay with the fact that I never had kids. My kid would likely end up in all kinds of therapy anyway.

I'm being tempted more and more to move tonight. Someone periodically keeps blasting Led Zepplin in their car in the parking lot. I'm torn between annoyance and curiosity: Led Zepplin isn't exactly what I would picture my neighbors blasting from their cars. I'll put it this way: the last time Cherri was pet-sitting for me, she asked, "Are you the only white person in this place?" I mean, Led Zepplin was great and all, but not exactly first choice for my Mexican neighbors.

Finished my book today and started another one. They're books that I've read before, but I wanted the escape. It's about time travel, which leads me to this question for you: If you were to go back in time to the American Revolutionary War, would you be able to tell someone when a particular battle was to take place or how it turned out? I mean, really? How well do you know your American History? And, aside from all that,--and aside from your own, personal Jamie Fraser-- could you survive without indoor plumbing, basic hygiene, or proper refrigeration of meat? Think about it. Could you?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

R&R

A fine, lazy day today. My windows are always open--despite the allergies and asthma. I read all day long, with the exception of football games. Although, I did read through the Notre Dame game; it doesn't seem the Irish can do much to hold my attention these days and it does little good to yell and scream at their coach through the tv. As it became apparent that the Longhorns were going to soundly trounce the Red Raiders from the North, I dozed on the couch.

There is much I could do around the apartment today, but I just didn't want to do it. I'm contemplating looking for another place to live. I found a listing for a "green built" apartment. It doesn't give the location, of course. The low price of a two-bedroom for $750 suggests East Austin, though. Wherever I decide to go, I can always ask John, a police officer I know, for the low-down on the neighborhood. Of course, my current neighborhood boasts prostitutes and drug dealers. I've never had a problem, and I can always tell who the prostitutes are when they're walking home in the mists of dawn. They always look used and defeated--it's rather sad. What has to happen to you in life to get you to that point? I hope I never find out.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Energy

Okay...so, we're running out of oil. Now, our Illustrious Leaders--or IL--want to get a new source of energy. So instead of looking to all the free, renewable energy readily available to them now and in the future, they want to establish more nuclear energy.

I have to wonder how much money has been contributed to IL from nuclear energy producers? Apparently, quite a lot.

Wind, Sun, Water--all free, all going nowhere for quite some time, and no harmful waste. Even garbage can be utilized to produce energy! Seems like a no-brainer, right?

Well, no. See, the key word is "free". No one can harness the Sun and say it belongs to them. No one can harness the Wind and say it belongs to them. No one can claim the Ocean as their own. Kind of like what the Native Americans were trying to tell IL about the Earth 200 or so years ago, doesn't it?

Nuclear energy. The waste it produces can literally kill millions with one little leak. Not a quick death, like an actual nuclear explosion, but very slow. Like being turned into a slow-churned pudding. Or like being placed in a microwave--cooked from the inside out. And IL thinks there will always be acres and acres of open land that they can bury their nuclear waste in for hundreds of years, and it won't bother anyone.

Kentucky was also acres and acres of open land about 300 years ago. Come to think of it, much of the United States was. 300 years sounds like a long time, but really...it's only 3 or 4 generations. That's really not so long.

IL is not a very forward thinking organization. IL has no breadth of vision. IL thinks only of right now, maybe 20 years from now, and how much MONEY can be made before they die. Whomever follows really doesn't matter. IL does not look at how much things will cost 50, 75, even 100 years from now.

Hey--people are living to be 120 years old now; we could still be here.

IL is stupid. IL is greedy...very greedy. IL doesn't have a clue what it is to be a true human being. IL has lost sight of that.

Campaign time, Dear Readers. Write e-mails to Congress, the Congressional Committee for Energy. Wind, Ocean, Sun--it's all here right now. It has been for centuries before us. It's so easy and the technologies that are being perfected that can harness their energy is out there NOW. And, its waste cannot kill or harm us. (Unless you stay out in the Sun with no SPF or stand in the path of a Tornado or Hurricane) IL will kill us with no thought at all except for the bankroll it will produce.

And whose backyard is IL going to bury the Nuclear Waste in anyway? Guarantee, it won't be a neighborhood full of mansions and indoor pools.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

NaBloPoMo Day 8

Ummmmm---yeah, hi. Blogging. Today. Yeah me!

My friend, Cherri, is going to Ireland in April. Can I just say, "I hate her!"
I'd like to go to Ireland. I'd especially like to go anywhere with someone I love. Must be great.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

What the *#@!

I'm driving home tonight thinking about the news piece that I saw last night on NBC Nightly regarding the cost of gas going up another 32%. I thought it would hit in a couple of days and I needed to fill my tank up. My lovely little diesel bug, that does so well on gas mileage. The last time I filled up, it was $3.19/gallon and it cost me almost $40. A Volkswagen Beetle! $40 for a fill-up!

It didn't take a couple of days. The price of diesel is already up to $3.40/gallon! 3-*#@!^$-40 a gallon!!!!! (Oooh--I wonder where that link goes to? I'm not clicking it to find out.)

The irony is this: It costs less to produce diesel fuel than regular fuel. So, why is diesel more expensive? Please....figure that one out for me.

Gross things going on in the world:
Sonic is now selling Fried Macaroni and Cheese Bites.
Long John Silver's is selling Buttered Lobster Bites.
Lance Armstrong has apparently been making out with Ashley Olson (yeah--of the Olson Twins)! (Sorry Anne; didn't get a chance to tell you that one before my phone died.)

Oh yeah--I almost forgot--Britney Spears left her two children, along with her court-appointed supervisor, in the car during one of her supervised visits to shop for chandeliers. (The judge is going to love that!) Seriously--this girl doesn't have a clue!!!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Nothing

I don't have anything to write about tonight. Nada.

Except, that I was right. Today at work, the receptionists were all, "It's freezing! I'm so cold!" In a nice out of the wind climate controlled 72 degrees.

Seriously...I think there is something medically wrong with them. I have a physical reaction to it, too....I just want to knock them upside the head. It just grates on my nerves to hear them all whining about how cold it is. It isn't cold in the office at all. By any stretch of the imagination.

Maybe their all just a little psycho. Maybe I am for wanting to knock them upside the head.

It's going to be a long winter.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Major Cold Front

There's supposed to be a major cold front moving in tonight. That means that everyone at work will be freezing tomorrow, they'll be trying to jack up the thermostat, and I'll be hot. I haven't been able to get Indiana totally out of my blood--I don't freeze to death at 60 degrees! It will be a major change from today, though--at least a 25 degree difference. They're already wearing long sleeve sweaters and sweatshirts under their scrub tops and it was 84 degrees today! I don't know what's wrong with these people. Not enough iron in their diet or something.

I love this weather. I hate being hot. You can always layer up for cold, but you can't do anything about hot. Hot with humidity is the worst! I can't imagine coming to Texas in the 1800s and having to wear a corset and petticoat. No wonder women were always fainting! All those clothes and stockings--I would have been running off with some Indians first chance I got! They dressed sensibly.

Hey...I've posted a blog for 6 days in a row!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

An extra hour?

We set our clocks back last night to gain back that hour we lost in the Spring. People like to say they get an extra hour to sleep, but really, don't we all sleep in on Sunday anyway? (Well...those of us without kids). When I worked at a night club, this was a big deal because it meant an extra hour of business since the clocks got set back at 2am. That was an extra hour of tips for me. It's really not a big deal to me now. An extra hour to be lazy on Sunday.

I did torture myself with food today. I made some Jambalaya in the slow-cooker. After about three hours, this wonderful smell began to permeate the apartment and it had four hours to go! It was so good when I got to finally eat it, though. I can hear them talking now tomorrow at work: "Something smells good in here!" Here, being the break room, because of course I'm taking left-overs for lunch.

I e-mailed a realty company that deals with properties in Forbes Park. I'm starting the hunt for my Colorado mountain property. They have a nice one listed that's not too far away from my Mom's place. There's a lot adjacent to it that's also available. All total it would be close to 4.5 acres. I don't know if I'll be able to get my dad to help me out with 2 lots, though.

Yes...my daddy is helping me buy this property. He's always going on about how much money I'll get when he and Miriam, my stepmother, die. I just asked him if I could have some of it now. He was agreeable to it since it was for a property investment and not something crazy. I don't know how $$agreeable he is, though. Over 4 acres would be nice tucked away in a very underdeveloped part of Colorado. I'm about tired of the city. It's nice having convenience, but you can get just about anything you need on the Internet now anyway. I will miss HEB and Central Market, though. Not that I'm leaving anytime soon.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Blog day--3

I got soooooo much work done today at work, mainly because my boss was not there. I love her to death, but it's hard to get anything done when she's in the office. She's a chatty one. And we're fully staffed now, so I don't have to be a full-time-receptionist-part-time-manager. Now I can be a part-time-receptionist-part-time-manager. Believe me...it's as complicated as it looks.

I watched Apocalypto tonight. It was a pretty good movie, and not just because all the men were half naked and well muscled. Well, most of the men were; all well and good if you could ignore the teeth. I couldn't do that in real life. BLEHH!

I'm very mad at Charlie Weiss, the coach for Notre Dame football. He could have won the game with 1:25 to go with a very simple field goal--the 22-yard line for crying out loud. BUT NO! He apparently wanted to go into overtime, which they did; not once, but three times. And what do you think happened? They lost, of course. I really wish I could figure out what goes on in a coach's mind, because they make some really dumb calls sometimes.

It appeared as if the UT game wasn't going to fare much better. Every time I popped over to channel 3, Colt McCoy was throwing an interception or someone was fumbling the ball. They pulled it out in the fourth quarter, though. Guess what? Mac Brown decided to go for the field goal instead of going into overtime. I think he and Charlie need to talk.

Friday, November 2, 2007

NaBloPoMo Day 2

Okay....so what is one supposed to post when nothing really happened today? I can't really talk about work stuff, because people from work read this. I don't really want to reveal my inner-most soul on-line.

Oh--I'm going to try some therapy. No, not that kind of therapy. I've had a problem with exercise. I feel good when I'm doing it. I feel good after doing it. It has a wonderful affect on my body--I'm fortunate in that I lose weight very quickly once I start exercising. The problem is doing it. I don't know what my block is...I'd rather sit and read a good book. I've been considering hypno-therapy to try and make me want to exercise. I have a friend that is a therapist and we're going to try some new-fangled hypnosis-free therapy to see if we can get me up off my ass. I have to because my scrubs are getting tight. It's bad news when scrubs get tight. I mean, Hippos could fit into these things.

How many people do you know that actually have to have therapy to exercise?!!! I guess everyone has to have their hang-ups.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Try something new

So, Jennifer, being a big advocate of NaBloPoMo, has me intrigued. Can I post a blog a day for a whole month?

"HAAAAAA!" Those of you that know me are doing right now, perhaps inhaling some liquid refreshment or spewing something out of your mouth along the way---wish I was there to see that.

The fact is, I quite like writing. I would love that to be my vocation in life as well as a source of income. Not having to follow a time-clock schedule is my absolute dream. Being able to wake up when my body wants to wake up, which is still annoyingly early, but not as early as when I have to get up to be at work at 6:45 AM. I'm not one of those persons that can leap out of bed in the morning 15-minutes before I have to leave for somewhere, although it can be done in a pinch.

So, Jenn, be my cheerleader and I'll give it a whirl. Who knows, maybe I'll graduate to trying the Triathalon next year.

And you thought it was safe to put something in your mouth again.....