Friday, January 30, 2009

Dirty Dog

This morning I was getting ready for work with my audience in view. (My pups). Wilson disappeared from sight, and reappeared looking rather, well, “sheepish”. I feel funny saying this because… can you really describe a dog as sheepish? I can only assume Willie has done some dirty business, but I am in the middle of drying my hair, I’ll get to it in a second.

I turn back and Gracie has disappeared from sight. Great! Her too? What does the smell of poo make the other one have to go? Is Gracie just following suit?

I call Gracie, who reappears, not looking at all sheepish...in fact..she is licking her lips.

The 4 year old in me unleashed, sneered and let out a loud

“Ewwwww…. GROOO-deeeee”

And she’s the one of the two I PAID for.

Time To Change The Filter

I had a couple of friends over last night. We had some wine, dinner, and made a lackluster attempt to watch a movie. One of my friends was having filter issues yesterday and told us the hilarious story.

She was at her computer, and received this video. (Let me just interject here, while this is hilarious, I am ridiculously exhausted of having this song stuck in my head. And I don’t understand the obsession with this dance.)



Another girl was watching this video with her, and the "whoops" comment went as follows.

Random girl : >laughing< Oh well, that’s what I would look like trying to do that.

My friend : “That’s not true! You don’t have back hair!!”

Wow.

And scene.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

25 Things About Me

I did this on my facebook, so I thought I'd put it here for the heck of it.

Rules:Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)

1.I don’t watch movies, tv shows, or read books more than once except for a rare select few.
2.I don’t like odd numbers. Yet denominations of 5 are ok with me.
3.My parents divorced when I was a baby so until I was 13 I flew back and forth twice a year by myself. Every time I would cry, and almost every time I would be bumped to first class because of it. One of the stewardesses even became my pen pal for awhile.
4.I’m not sure where I stand on the whole issue of ghosts. I don’t necessarily believe they exist, but I don’t want them to prove they DO to me either.
5.Almost any show that runs a marathon on a Sunday can get me hooked. About a month ago I caught 3 episodes in a row of One Tree Hill on Soapnet, now I’m almost through Season 1 on netflix and I record it every time its on TV.
6.As a child I was 100% a cat person. When my Mom decided to get a “family dog” my sophomore year in high school, I snottily stated “I will not walk it, pet it, feed it, or clean up after it, I don’t want a dog.” Within one year that dog was sleeping with me in my bed, I now have two dogs of my own. No cats.
7.In 3rd grade I ditched my comforter and used my New Kids on The Block sleeping bag as my only bedding. It. Was. Awesome.
8.The best job I ever had, besides babysitting, was working at Radio Disney when I was 18-20 in the studio with the morning show DJ, Dean. We had a blast, I have never laughed so hard. I literally could not wait to get to work every day. I miss it.
9.Every single day I wish I had stayed in school and finished my degree even if it meant moving back in with my parents, I hope to do it sometime soon. (Finish my degree, not move back in with my parents)
10.The first big trip I ever took was to New York City with some of my middle school theatre people when I was between 7th and 8th grades. This trip solidified my best friend status with Becki. : )
11.My biological father has chosen not to be in my life since I was 13 years old. I still don’t know why, but I am a stronger person because of it, and have an amazing stepfather who is my Dad in every way that matters.
12.I accidentally injured my brother twice while trying to get him to behave. The first time he was jumping on the bed and when he wouldn’t stop, I pulled him down. He broke his leg. The second time he wouldn’t go to sleep and was harassing me so I pushed him and he hit his head on the dresser. He had to get multiple stitches. I still feel really guilty about both, but ironically I was trying to save him from injury or getting in trouble.
13.I have two facebook accounts. Everyone from my job started adding me as a friend, and I started getting work related “wall comments” and on the other side I was censoring other comments so my boss wouldn’t see. So I just completely separated the two.
14.I have had a “Yorkie” calendar every year for several years, and I still have them all. Why, I do not know, but I do.
15.I went to the NKOTB reunion show in October in San Antonio, and I bought a t-shirt that says “Property of Jonathan Knight”, I have never worn it, except once for about 30 minutes.
16.I have spent multiple evenings(not in succession) on rock musician Will Hoge’s tour bus. It was far more innocent than I imagined or had seen in movies.. Everyone just danced around and drank Lone Star and Jack Daniels (not mixed). There were about 10-15 people cramped in the front of the bus. Entertaining times none the less.
17.My two yorkies, Wilson and Gracie, are my children. They sleep in bed with me (usually under the covers), they lick my finished plate, and I talk to them daily.
18.The worst day of my entire life was when my grandpa, Pop, passed away. I was the only family member with my grandmother at the hospital at that time of day...when she got the news. Seeing someone lose their husband of 63 years that they had been with everyday since they were 19, is the most gut wrenching thing I have ever seen.
19.I have major commitment issues. I had 3 serious relationships in 4 years, with 2 of the 3 cheated on me. Therefore I have kind of shut off for the last couple of years, and focused on me.(Also see #11)
20.From 16-18 my best friend Becki and I probably spent around $1,000 being in the first 5 rows of NSYNC and Backstreet Boy concerts. And another $1,000 attending every other boyband show we could find within driving distance. Sure it may have been silly, but I still smile and think of my best friend every time I hear a song or think of it. That’s worth more than $2,000 to me.
21.In reference to #20 we met NSYNC in August of 1999 after we followed them to their hotel. For months after that the back of my binder was an 8x10 of me and Lance Bass. Of course he’s gay. This is probably a whole separate facet of my commitment issues in number 19.
22.I went to homecoming with Michael Urie when I was a sophomore, he is now doing awesome and on the ABC show Ugly Betty. However, every time he wears a dress on the show I get a phone call. Thanks dude. I had a HUGE crush on him in 9th and 10th grade : ).
23.One of my best friends, Tamara, I actually met in a Backstreet Boys chat room. Funny thing is it was a really fun story to tell guys who picked us up in bars in later years. They seemed to get a kick out of it.
24.To this day, even though I act very confident I am always astounded if people like me.
25.I am a very outgoing person and love going out and making new friends. However, I almost ALWAYS have anxiety issues and get shy on two occasions. One, before a first or sometimes second date. Two, on my birthday, I absolutely DESPISE having Happy Birthday sung to me. In fact when I was a kid and the wait staff at Cheddar’s came over to sing to me, I slid off the booth under the table.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Some Crazy Talk

You know, sometimes, and this is no lie, sometimes.... I wish I could drink the Kool-Aid. Sometimes I wish that I felt and believed all the hype about "hope, change and a better America." I don't, but man on occasion I wish I do.

Why?
- I would probably be happier in my naivete.
- The majority of my friends wouldn't view me as a "Crazy Republican"
- I wouldn't be so upset when I read or watched the news EVERY SINGLE DAY.
- I could have some amount of respect for Clooney, Penn, Sarandon, Damon, etc. and actually be able to stomach their movies/music again.
- I would truly think the government was going to improve in the next four years.


Just saying. Sometimes I wish I could drink the Kool-Aid.

Friday, January 23, 2009

It Only Took Three Days...

It Only Took Three Days

Three days and I’m fed up, disgusted, frightened, and just about ready to give up all resolve I had to try and respect this man. How does this sound like a good idea to ANYONE?? I feel like I’m beating my head against the wall here.

I just read this article;

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0109/17862.html

First of all; how is any generalization of “I won” reaching across the aisle and being bipartisan? Did I miss the day we changed the meaning of the word? Pelosi is so excited she doesn’t know what to do with herself, and America, America is being torn to shreds.

“The exchange arose as top House and Senate Republicans expressed concern to the president about the amount of spending in the package. They also raised red flags about a refundable tax credit that returns money to those who don’t pay income taxes, the sources said. The Republicans stressed that they want to include more middle class tax cuts in the package, citing their proposal to cut the two lowest tax rates — 15 percent and 10 percent — to ten percent and five percent, rather than issue the refundable credit Obama wants”

That just makes sense! Give a rate cut to those of us paying taxes INSTEAD of giving “refundable credits” (aka welfare, aka charity, aka hand outs) to those who do not even PAY taxes to begin with!

Second of all, with Obama canceling out Bush’s ban on overseas funding for groups that promote abortion, my tax dollars are being doubly misused!

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am PERSONALLY not a supporter of abortion. At the same time though, I would never tell another human being what to do, the choice is theirs. However, I do not feel that I should have to pay for anyone’s abortion against my will, ESPECIALLY people in FOREIGN COUNTRIES.
Good start Nobama… and I pray Lord, watch over us and our fine country created by our forefathers, and keep her strong in a time of such blatant disregard of what You stand for.

It's Always Something....

I could NOT sleep last night. First I laid in bed from 10-2:30. Grace was curled up on my arm and facing me, it was sooo cute cause she was snoring (very lightly she’s 8 pounds). Love my pups. THEN I woke up. I heard this noise. It sounded like someone just saying “Here…..Here…..Here” like a broken record or something (this was around 3:30am), I looked at my phone to see if I hit something, nope. I kept hearing it and it sounded like it was getting closer and it was totally freaking me out. The dogs were barking and freaking out too – So I went and turned on the kitchen light and looked out the sliding glass door. There I see this old man, IN HIS BOXERS( my eyes!!!!) shaking keys or something.. I guess he lost his cat or dog? But I’m thinking, dude, at 3:30am? Hush. Walking back into my room I noticed I had fallen asleep with a white face mask on, and my hair was sticking out all over the place, I looked like something from a horror movie!!! I'm sure it wasn't pretty when I threw open the curtain and glared.... but the dogs kept on barking. I had to turn my TV on to drown him out so the dogs wouldn’t freak. I accidentally locked Wilson out of the bedroom and when I let him in I felt so bad and in a high pitched voice I said “awww… Wilson” so of course, he peed. This morning as I was leaving I rounded the corner and there is the same man, although luckily he has put denim shorts on this time and has his keys in hand. I feel bad for him, I mean it’s awful to lose a pet, I can’t even fathom what I would do. But seriously, 3am?????, and put some clothes on!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thoughts and Happenings

Living on my own I was under the impression I would always get to watch what I wanted, never having to share the remote. Not so, I realized as my channel suddenly changed. Some may say it was an accidental coincidence, I'm not so sure.






Other things I thought about today -


Unless mandated by some form of uniform, sports team, holiday, or “in honor of” (cancer, aids, etc) day – I never wear orange, red or yellow.

When I was 4 or 5 years old I stole a tootsie roll (one of those vanilla ones) from Albertsons. My mom had my Dad take me back to the store and I had to apologize to the manager.

When my brother was 2 or 3, and I was 5 or 6, he was jumping on the bed. I told him he was going to get in trouble and he should stop. He did not. I therefore pulled him off the bed, and his leg broke. Whoops.

I would always bargain with my babysitters to stay up later. I now understand why that was so annoying.

I am petrified of snakes, petrified. I can not even look at a picture much less see one on tv or in the movies.

I put Parmesan cheese on my popcorn. (Which I currently can't have for another two weeks, man I miss popcorn)

At 16 my friends and I met N*SYNC at their hotel after a concert. I immediately called my mother, crying, saying “Mom, I met LANCE”. (of all people)

Almost any TV show in the world can get me as a regular, simply by having a weekend marathon. You sit down at 9am, and before you know it’s dark out, and you have no idea what just happened.

One week after my wisdom teeth removal I had my first solid food. I had a hamburger and fries from Wendy’s, it was painful, but SO WORTH IT.

I never eat anything after the "sell by" date. Yes I know it's ridiculous. But I don't.

I always wished, and sometimes still do, that I had the talent to write a novel. I think I have some great stories to tell, I’m no Tori Spelling, but I have issues too.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Normal Please?

This time last week I was getting home from work, with nachos and a glass of wine. Now I'm swishing warm salt water and pudding. You have no idea how badly I want me some nachos!

I am going back to work tomorrow, and actually REALLY excited about it. I haven't even driven since Wednesday night, I am ready to get going! And now I'm hearing at my follow up appointment this week I get a syringe to squirt water in the holes in my gums to get food out. Gee... doesn't that sound fun and uplifting?

In the meantime, I slept pretty much all day, with a marathon of Jon & Kate plus Eight in the background. I love that show. The crazy thing is she was my age, 27, when she was pregnant with those sextuplets. I can't even fathom!

I had a family issue over the past few days - I guess people can often surprise you in bad ways too. How do you rebuild from that? I'm not sure, I just know you have too - especially with family.

Writing this didn't help, I still want some nachos.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I Tried to Go it Alone

So every night since my surgery I have set an alarm, or had a friend wake me up to take a pain pill at the advised time. Yesterday I was feeling pretty decent, so last night, I tried to go it alone.

I do not advise this. While I slept 9 hours, I also woke up even more swollen than when I went to bed and in the pain I hadn't felt since the beginning. I have decided I am not ready to go rogue, I'm following the rules, I am taking all the medicines until my follow up on Thursday.

I took a shower today, that helped - and THANK YOU NICOLE - I ate some chicken noodle soup. Wow, did I miss the taste of chicken. However, it still hurts to open my mouth too much or to smile... kids - do this when they tell you to, you know when you are 16 and heal faster. Do not wait, it just gets worse.

My friends are still so awesome. They have been there for me all the time, and I know they would be even more if I needed them. Nicole with soup and a movie, Emily with the constant catering and company, Christina for the heating pad, Angela, Melissa and Faith with time and little gifts, and Michelle - the nurse - taking out the bloody gauze. You guys are AMAZING!

I don't know if I will take an extra recovery day tomorrow or not. I am trying to feel it as I go. I really am wanting to go back to work, yes I know how crazy that sounds, but I am. I am suffering from MAJOR cabin fever as I have not left my home since going in for the surgery Thursday morning. I would love to see people, and get dressed, and DO something outside this 600 square foot home of mine. However, I'm torn because I know first hand after last night what happens when I push myself too hard. I certainly do not want another day like this one.

Right now I think I'm just going to drink some water, eat some pudding, and pray for some guidance as what is best for me. I REALLY want to leave my home, but I don't want to be stuck here for any longer than necessary because I try to go it alone again.... time will tell! Hope to see you all soon!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Vanilla Pudding is My Best Friend

So its around 5am on Saturday morning, and I'm impressed I got 4 straight hours of sleep. Since my wisdom teeth came out that is the longest I have slept.

I had friends come by yesterday, Faith with magazines and soft foods, Melissa with gerber daisies, Angela with vanilla pudding, and Nicole with flowers. I have always known I talked to much, but after these visits I reached my limit. My whole mouth was sore, and the second I quit talking, it started to feel better. Thank goodness for Emily (my fabulous friend who stayed the night), my elementary knowledge of sign language, and vanilla pudding.

I have never been a pudding fan, just one of the things they suggest you get when you have your wisdom teeth out. I have eaten 11 cups of vanilla pudding thus far. It is the only thing I look forward to. In this situation, Jello vanilla pudding, is MY 6 pack.

I spent the last hours before bed last night using sign language to communicate with Emily, and I feel much better. I also ate macaroni and cheese which to any of you who have had your wisdom teeth out, know is awesome. Of course it's also frustrating because basically have to have one little noodle at a time. You never really appreciate the spoon or forkful you can normally take until you can barely open your mouth.

And wow - don't accidentally hit your teeth with the fork, its like the ripple effect in the water straight to the end.

I go back to work Monday, and I can already tell I am going to be lopsided with a huge swollen side... who's better looking than me?

Friday, January 16, 2009

Chipmunk Cheeks

So I had my wisdom teeth extracted yesterday. I'll spare the details, but I am sitting with a heating pad on the left side of my face at the moment. Apparently, I had a spider nerve around my bottom left tooth. That sucks, and it has ruined my dreams of a perfect recovery... however, I hear Alvin and the Chipmunks are hiring.

Glass half full right?

I am so amazed and humbled by my friends. First there was all the well wishes I received before hand, and those that called to check up. The rock stars here are Emily and Michelle. These two amaze me. The anesthesia and I did not get along post op - and after the vomiting had passed, I could not do or think of anything but the pain. There they were, literally taking bloody gauze out of my mouth, and replacing it, waking me up for pills, and wiping my drool. Who can ask for better friends than that?

Today Faith showed up with some soft food and just sat here while I slept, she had the day off and could have been home sleeping.

Friends are the most amazing gift, I'm sure you all know this. However, stop and think how far you'd go for them, because I know mine would go that far for me.

PS - still under the influence of drugs so forgive whatever errors persist.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I love Random

- My closet for the most part, consists only of shades of purple, pink, black, blue and green. I bought an orange shirt last week, we'll see if I wear it.

- It is incredibly flattering for a friend to turn to you in a time of need, and rather self gratifying to be there to help them out. On the other hand, there is nothing more humbling than when people line up to help YOU out.

- No matter how old they are, men are idiots. There is a guy who had asked me out for drinks, and I text messaged him Saturday night. I received back

"Actually, I'm on a date right now, want to chat tomorrow."

And before you ask, yes he did call. My opinion is two fold. 1. Do not ever tell a girl you are trying to date, that you are on a date. 2. I certainly am not going to put myself in the position to be the girl sitting across from that text message... if you know what I mean.

- My dogs are awesome, annoying, and one of the greatest joys in the world.

- I miss being around children on a daily basis. While it didn't exactly pay, being a nanny was the best job I ever had.

-I am scared stiff to get my wisdom teeth out this week. I have nightmares about it. My dentist told me at 16 that I needed them out before graduation. High school came, I assumed he meant college.....

- No matter what is going on, or what kind of mood I'm in, a little music comes on, and I dance, just for a second even, and that improves my mood(and confuses my dogs).This is my current "happy song."

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A Hypothesis, Experiment, and Conclusion

I have decided, that at least in my limited experience, women's gyms do not work.

I joined an all women gym last spring. I went 3 to 4 times a week, if not more, and I enjoyed it ok. I didn't have to worry about looking stupid, or guys staring at me(whether it be in a flattering or ridiculing way). I went in considering this to be so much better than the pressure you feel when having the opposite sex around watching you.

My conclusion?

In my experience;

No pressure = No results

Everyday I recognize the women walking in, and everyday those women are doing the same workout routines. I have been a member 8 months now, seeing the same people. The realization came THEY LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME! The only woman I have seen drop any weight, is the one who GAVE BIRTH!!

So, once my membership is over, I'm back to the co-ed world of grunting and inferiority complexes. At least that inspires me to move my ass and run faster, harder, and at a steeper incline so the hot guys don't think I'm a wuss. Inferiority for me = results.