Saturday, October 28, 2006

It's all gone...

You remember my long hair? Well, it's not more. Yep, I got it cut today. What do you think? I'm fishing for compliments, because it's a huge change and I don't know if I like it. Help me out, yeah?

 
 
 
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Friday, October 27, 2006

Inquiring Minds Want To Know

What makes you visit a blog? And what makes you go back after you've seen it for the first time?

I was just thinking about this today, because seeing the NeoCounter stats made me realize that I have a lot of vistitors from a lot of different countries, but only a few of you out there comment. Not that I really care one way or the other, but I know there are blogs I visit that I don't comment on. I'm not sure why that is, really. I just don't.

So, how bout a mini survey? Oh, come on, it will be fun. Jeez. Don't be such a fraidy-cat.

1. What makes you visit a blog?
2. What makes you come back to it?
3. Do you read the archives of a new blog you find? Or of ones you visit frequently?
4. Do you comment on all the blogs you read? Or only some? What makes you comment or not?
5. Do you like it when someone repsonds to your comment with one of their own, or do you not care?
6. How often does a blog need to update for you to keep visiting? A few days? Once A week? Once every couple of weeks?
7. Is there anything you DON'T want to read about? If so, what and why not? If not, good on you. ;)


Ok, that's it. Just answer in the comments section here, or copy/paste into your own blog and then let me know you've done so.

Hmm, since you generally get a prize when you participate in a survey, I'm going to offer one, too. If y'all are nice and answer my questions I'll reward you with the Naked Sprinkler Story, to be posted on...Hmm. Should we say Sunday? Or maybe Monday.

Thanks!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Mailyn, This is Because I Love You

You wanted to know, right? Well, here you go, baby.



Doesn't that make you want to just rush right out and buy one?

*snicker*

Celeb Look A-Like's

I did this a long time ago (stole it from Teena). But recentely Jodi did it and I thought I'd try it again. I'm happier this time than I was last time (I think I looked like the younger Spears girl last time..*shudder* LOL)





So, what about the rest of you? Who do YOU look like?

5 Truths, Feeling Refreshed and Some New Stuff

Devonna tagged me for this.

1) I was 3 months pregnant with The Girl when The Rat Bastard and I got together. Know what that means? Yep, she's not his. Her real father is a guy I affectionately call The Sperm Donor. But that's a post for another day. Ask me about it later if you're curious and I might tell you.

2) I knew 2 months after I met MM that I'd marry him someday, even if I refused to admit it (even to myself). I haven't wavered in that once during the last year. But I'm still thinking the 10-year-plan sounds good.

3) I used to own a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4. It was a 6 speed with Automatically Controlled Suspension, Active-Aero and 460hp, and I street raced it. 0-60 in 4.2. I made the RB trade it in, however, because it wasn't family friendly, and I've been sorry ever since, even though I REFUSE to admit it to him.

4) Although I hated living in SD, I miss it sometimes. The small town atmosphere, knowing everyone in town, feeling safe. I wouldn't ever move back there, but I would like to move somewhere similar (as long as it's not COLD!).

5) Sometimes I get really, really pissed off at my friends. One SWEARS she's the most selfish person on the face of the Earth, but the truth is, she's the most selfLESS person I know. She'd do anything for a friend, but she doesn't realize it. Another doesn't have any faith in herself. She swears she has no talent and isn't as wonderful as she really is. A third doesn't think she's worthy of love, because of some decisions she made in the past. The truth is, she's one of the most amazing women I've ever met. Why they don't see what I see is beyond me. There are more, but I'll stop here...for now. Here's the thing, I suffer from self doubts sometimes. I feel inadequate and unsure of myself, but the truth is, I'm fine the way I am. I'm far from perfect, but I could be a lot worse, right? I know I'm good enough to have good things happen to me, and the rest of you need to realize that, too. I love you all.

Whew. That was harder than I thought it would be. Next time I'm making stuff up. :D

I'm going to tag: Jodi, Chantal, Rene and Daniela. Plus, whoever else wants to do this. :)

I'm feeling much refreshed after my night with MM. As I said in my comments earlier, he made hamburgers and we watched a movie together. Nothing special, but just being with him helps me. He's a sweetheart, too, and he's waiting at my house right now for the heater guy to show up (FINALLY! Think it's been long enough? *did you note the sarcasm*). They were super sweet and said they'd be there sometime between 8a.m. and 1p.m. today. Isn't it great how specific they are? MM really IS wonderful to sit at my house all day, though. Love you, baby.

Ahh, just got a call from the heater dude. He's there now. WOOHOO!

I'm sure you noticed the new feature on my sidebar that lists the different countries that visit my blog. Mailyn pimped the site and I decided to try it out. I think it's pretty neat to see all the different countries that visit my blog. It's called NeoCounter and you can get it here. Y'all should check it out. :)

Oh, and just a reminder, Blogger will be down at 2p.m.PST today. They're hoping to fix the issues we've been having the last few weeks. The outage is supposed to last somewhere between 60 and 90 minutes.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Drive-by Post

I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well the last few nights, so I'm going to MM's tonight and I plan to relax, let him feed me, and then drop off to bed early. Hopefully I'll be back to functioning normally tomorrow. If so, I'll post something better. If not, it'll be later this week.

Hope everyone is having a good week so far.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Movies and Music

I watched The Lake House finally. What a great movie. I thought it would probably move kind of slow, but it didn't. It flowed well and the story was very sweet. SB and KR really play well together, IMO. I'd recommend it. :)

I also watched Dear Frankie, on Isabel's recommendation. Once I was able to get past their accents all was well, but before that I was having issues. LOL Anyway, I'm not a huge Gerard Butler fan (Yes, Daniela, I know, I know), but man he was HOT in this movie. Another one I'd recommend, but it moves kind of slow. And there wasn't enough GB for me (Y'all never thought I'd say that, did you?). It was cute, though I wanted a better ending. *sigh*

I didn't watch GA this week. To be honest, I'm kind of over it. During the past seasons, the medical aspects of the show were evenly cast with the love interests, but that doesn't seem to be the case this season and the shows I have watched have just seemed boring. I have better things to do, right? Although I will tell you that this doesn't surprise me at all. Sorry KateD.

I took this from KateD as well. She posted recently about the top ten songs in her playlist at the moment. I decided to share mine as well.

1) These Foolish Things by Etta James
I love EJ. This song especially. I imagine moonlit nights and dancing under the stars with someone you love.

2) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley
I've been an Elvis fan since birth, I think, but this song in particular always makes me smile, because there's a kid story attached to it. The kids and I were driving along one day with my sister when this song came on and she kept trying to turn it down. I kept telling her not to. Finally Little Man pops up from the back seat and says, "Auntie, you don't mess with the King." LOL


3) Age of Loneliness (Carly's Song) by Enigma

I love Enigma. There's something very soothing about their music. It seems to just flow through me. Calming me. There isn't anything better than sipping a glass of wine, relaxing in a tub full of bubbles with Enigma flowing through my mind.

4) Not The Doctor by Alanis Morissette
The lyrics of this song really speak to me. Perhaps it's because I've been in situations where I feel just as she describes.

I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion



5) Hands by Jewel

This song reminds me that life is bigger than me. It touches my heart and keeps things in perspective when chaos seems to run free.

6) Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash
Because as KateD pointed out, no playlist is complete without the Man in Black.

7) Something to Believe In by Poison
Most of the time, when people think Poison, they think Every Rose Has It's Thorn. And while I agree that it certainly made it's mark, I prefer the lesser know STBI. There's something so haunting about it. It truly makes you think. I like that in a song.

8) Buttermilk Biscuits by Sir Mix-A-lot
Yes, Ladies and Gents, I said Buttermilk Biscuits. Never heard it? You're missing out. I love this song. I heard it for the first time when I was in 8th grade and I STILL remember the lyrics to it. Every last one. Do yourselves a favor and download it. You won't be sorry. Just the pure giggle factor alone makes it worth your while.

9) Savin' Me by Nickelback
No particular reason. I suppose just because it caught my fancy.

10) White Room by Cream
Honestly? I can do any Eric Clapton, any time. This is what I grew up on.

Alright, I'm done now. *g* Tell me, what's currently on YOUR playlist?

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Gretchen Wilson Concert a.k.a. Holly Drinks Too Much

I worked on Friday until about 3:45. The me and DW headed for home. She dropped me off at my house so I could get ready and pick up the kids and went on her merry way. I decided on a t-shirt, jeans and boots, because this is a concert and it's not smart to wear heels or dresses to these types of things. Take my word for it.

I headed over to DW's house about 5:00 so we could all ride to the concert together. It was me, MM, my dad, my mom and my sister. My dad didn't have a ticket to the concert, but he volunteered to be the DD for the night, which I thought was sweet.

After we dropped the kids off with my grandparent for the evening, we headed for the casino where the concert was to be held. The concert wasn't scheduled to start until 8:00, but DW had to pick up her tickets at Will Call and she wanted some time to play around in the casino before the concert, because MM had to work Saturday morning and we figured we couldn't stay out late.

Just before we got there, me and DW had a little...skirmish. It was over something stupid (like all of our mini fights are), but we turned it into a bigger deal that it should have been (like we do with all of our mini fights). This time it was because I was sitting in front and she wanted to listen to a CD and I stopped on a certain song and she kept saying, "No, switch it to 10 or 11" and I said, "What's wrong with this song?" and she took it the wrong way and started pouting (I'm not kidding, she really pouted!) and then I got irritated that she was pouting and turned the music up too loud and MM said, "DW is shooting flames again" and I Said, "And this should scare me?" and my dad sighed in this overly exagerated, seriously aggrevated way he has and that was that. Except DW's feelers were hurt and I was pissed off at her for being as bad as the Drama Queen.

So when we e got there DW and DQ went to get inline for their tickets, so me and MM headed inside to the bar. Since I was still irritated at DW I said, "I think we should go do a shot" and MM said, "No way!" in this appalled voice and I said, "Why not? To celebrate our anniversary" and he just looked at me like I was crazy. I rolled my eyes, ordered a Corona and chugged down half of it before DW and DQ met up with us at the bar. When they did DW said, "We should take a shot" and MM said, "Cool!" and I punched him in the stomach and said, "WTF? I just asked you that and you looked at me like I was crazy!" He laughed really, really loud at that and said, "I thought you said you wanted to SHOP!" Then he laughed some more. I said, "Honey, I hate shopping" and he said, "I know, that's why I was so surprised. I thought you were changing things up on me." The freak.

Anywho, from there things kind of went downhill. We each had a Kamakazie, then we walked around a bit while we finished our first beer, then we got another beer, played the slots some, had another shot (this was just me, my dad and DQ), had another beer, and then I did the single most retarded thing EVER.

Wondering what?

I had a shot of Tequila. See, me and Tequila aren't friends. Matter of fact, we're worst enemies. Tequila hates me and I hate it. Except, sometimes I forget that I hate it. The problem is, it doesn't ever forget it hates me, and I pay every single time I screw up and have some. *sigh*

Rather than go into a long, lengthy explanation of everything I did because of the Tequila, which would just be embarrassing, I'll just touch on the finer points for y'all:

1) Asked MM in the middle of the Gretchen Wilson concert if I could take off my shoes. When he told me no I said, "Then taking off my shirt is out, too, right?" He just shook his head and said, "Probably not the best idea you've ever had, babe." I responded by lifting my shirt up and fanning myself with it. Probably not my brightest moment.

2) Danced with my mother and my sister in the middle of the isle. Which in and of itself isn't so bad, but I'm pretty sure we tried doing the Jitter-Bug and Line-Dancing, which in our inebriated states just resembled drunken stumbling, until DQ went to spin me out, let go, and caused me to fall into the row of people five isles up. It wasn't pretty.

3) Asked DQ's friend to walk me to the bathroom, stood in the stall for a good 3 mintues debating about whether or not I wanted to be sick (I didn't, thank goodness...I hate throwing up), walked back with her to where DW and DQ were sitting, and realized I'd lost my phone. DQ walked me back to MM to see if he had it, and when he informed me that he didn't, we went on a wild goose chase to find it. For some reason I was convinced it was in a) the trash can and I spent a good 5 minutes trying to convince my sister to dig around in it to find out, b) the bathroom, where I was pretty sure it had fallen in the toilet and been flushed, and wanted my sister to call someone who could call a plumber so he could get it out for me and c) behind the bar somewhere. Considering I hadn't been near the bar the entire night, this was pretty preposterous, but that didn't stop me from wanting to get a good look behind it. Don't ask, because I have no idea.

In any case, when we finally stopped searching and got back to where we'd left MM, he looked up from his chair and smiled. The punkass had my phone the whole time. Apparently just after I left he saw it on the floor between his feet, and he just let me go on searching. Punk.

That's pretty much the worst of it. The concert itself was really good. GW sounds just as good live as she does on the radio and the crowd, while not rowdy, was certainly energetic and fun. She sang Redneck Woman for her last song and we all (me, DQ, DQ and MM) moved up to the front of the stage and sang and danced. I was surprised at how close we actually got to her. My sister even touched her hand. LOL

Oh, I forgot to tell you, the woman sitting behind us thought it was hilarious that every time I asked for a drink MM handed me a water bottle, so she kept grabbing me around the neck and screaming in my ear, "I think they banned you from drinking" and then trying to pour her own beer down my throat. I tried explaining to her that it was a good thing that I was cut off, but she just wasn't hearing it. Good times, good times.

After the concert someone (I'm pretty sure it was MM, he's always the instigator in situations like this) decided it would be all kinds of fun to go...bowling. Yes, people, someone *coughMMcough* wanted to go bowling. So we all headed for the bowling alley attached to the casino, got a lane and changed our shoes. From there, things are kind of a blur. I know I bowled some of the time, but mostly had MM bowl for me, because I was too tired. And I remember listening to DW bitch at my dad. Hmm, I think maybe I might have eaten something and had a few more sips of my mom's beer.

After a couple of hours of this we decided it was time to go, packed it up and got in the car. DW turned the same CD on from earlier in the night (She sat in front this time) and MM serenaded us all the way home. I can't remember every song he sang, but I do know that he sang loud enough for our fellow interstate travelers to hear. *snicker*

I think we got home around 1ish, dropped into bed, and I woke up yesterday morning about 7:30 with a mild headache. That's about it. Well, as the day wore on I got more tired and bitchy, but it wasn't too bad. Really. I swear. DON'T ASK MM!!

Oh yeah, and MM bought me two shirts. One long sleeved tee, because I'm cold all the time, and one regular tee, because it'll look sexy on me. He's so sweet, huh?

I think that's about it. If I left anything out it's probably because I blocked it from my memory.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Another Blog Pimp....This Time it's MM

Yep, you read right. MM has started a blog. He says I talked him into it, but he's lying like a dog. It was HIS idea, I just helped him set it up.

I don't know how often he'll be updating, but y'all should check him out. And just so you don't get too excited, there will be NO Holly stories. Awww, poor babies. You really wanted him to talk about me, didn't you? HA HA YOU!

Anyway, pop over and say hello. You know you want to. ;)

We saw Gretchen Wilson in concert last night. I typed up a post yesterday to tell you all about it (before we went, I mean) but Blogger was being retarded and wouldn't let me post it. Jerks.

She rocked the house. Loved it. I drank WAAYY too much (I'm pretty sure it was that last shot of Patron Silver I took that sent me over the edge), but I maintained fairly well. I promise a long post about it later.

Hope y'all had a good night.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

He Tricked Me!

Last week MM asked me to spend the night with him on Friday night. I agreed. I usually do, anyway, because I don't work on Saturdays and if I'm not at home I don't feel the pressing need to get up early and do housework. It's great sleeping in, right?

Then, Saturday afternoon he called me and offered me some unmentionable things if I came to his house again. Not being stupid, despite what Jazz says, I agreed and stayed up there. Then, with my heater issues, I planned to go up on Monday, too. MM calls me on Monday and says, "Look, I'm sorry I'm being so clingy lately. You don't have to come over if you don't want to. I mean, I want you to, but you don't have to. I'm sorry I'm being so clingy all of a sudden. I just want to see you. But I won't mad if you don't come. I mean, it's ok. I want you to come, but you don't have to." Yeah, that's what I thought, too. Poor baby went on and on for a good ten minutes about how he's clingy and sorry for it and blah, blah, blah.

The thing is, I had already planned to go up, because of the heater thing, and besides that, I didn't think he was being clingy. I mean, sure he wanted me to come stay with him, but that's nothing new and I wasn't creeped out about it. I said, "Honey, it sounds like you have some personal issues to work out. I didn't think you'd been acting clingy" and he says, "Oh, good. I don't want to scare you off." I'm thinking, after a full year together that's probably not going to happen, but I said, "Well, I can always go to my mom's tonight so you can work through your issues alone" and he yells, "NO! I WANT YOU TO COME!"

Alrighty then.

I braved the cold at home on Tuesday night and stayed home. Yesterday he called me at work and said, "If you want to come over I'll make you dinner tonight." I said, "Oh really? What are you offering?" He said, "What do you want?" I told him I was craving Lemon Chicken and he said, "I don't know how to make that."

I told him I'd make it easy for him, because there's a boxed thing that Betty Crocker does that has the instructions on it and all he has to do is add the chicken. He said, "I'll make it happen." Isn't that cute?

Before I go on, he did make me the lemon chicken last night and it was good. Don't I have a great boyfriend?

Anyway, now we get to the part where he tricked me.

He called me before he left to go to the store and I said, "You know, chili kind of sounds good." and without missing a beat he says, "We'll have chili tomorrow night." I said, "Ok, that sounds good," but it wasn't until I hung up the phone that I realized he'd suckered me into coming over tonight, too. I mean, I hadn't planned on it, but he snuck in the chili when I wasn't expecting it and now I HAVE to go, right?

All night last night he kept smirking at me and saying, "I tricked you!" Just like a little kid. The brat. Then again, I got lemon chicken last night and I get chili tonight, and I don't have to do any cooking, so I really can't complain, can I?

In other news, my heater still isn't fixed. The local handyman came over and checked it out and said it could be this, this or this, but he can't fix it so I need a heater dude (that's a technical term, BTW) to come out. I emailed my landlord...again...but so far nothing. The one company that services my area on a regular basis can't come until the 26th, but that's too far away. My landlord is just going to have to suck it up and pay extra to have someone come out.

Oh, and I have a new stalker, too. Everyone wave hello to my friend Jen. We work together and she stalked my blog by Tales of the Devil Woman. I didn't bust her like I did MM, though. She just came out and told me. And Mailyn, she said my blog is very beautiful, so Kudos to you.

One more thing, then I'll shut up...well, for awhile anyway. Nothing new to report about Little Man and his crush. I'll keep you posted, though.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Auntie Grace, Get Your Baseball Bat Ready....

Little Man has his first crush!

We're driving to MM's last night (I wasn't staying home with no heater...which hasn't been fixed, BTW. I'm trying to brave it out tonight, but we'll have to see how well I do. LOL I might end up back at his house) and the kids are in the back seat whispering about something. Naturally my "mom" antenna went up, and I tuned in. I couldn't understand everything, but LM's loudly whispered "DON'T TELL HER" sure registered. I said, "Don't tell me what?" and The Girl blurted out, "Little Man has a crush!"

My heart leapt in my chest and I had to take a deep breath. I said, "Oh, really? Little Man, do you have a crush?" I fully expected him to deny it, but he surprised me by saying, "Yep, I sure do." Gosh, he sounded so matter of fact, too. I was having trouble breathing, so I didn't say anything for a second. When I felt I could speak without disgracing myself by hyperventilating or bursting into tears, the following conversation ensued:

Me: Oh really? What's her name?
LM: Kristy
Me: What does she look like?
LM: She has blonde hair.
TG: Like the color of Dana's, mom. (Dana was The Girl's best friend in 2nd grade)
Me: Oh?
TG: Yeah, and she's taller than LM, too.
LM: Nuh-uh. We're the same height, mom.
Me: Oh? Well, is she smart?
LM: Yeah, she's really smart. She even knows 8x8, mom.
Me: Wow, that is smart. Do you play together at recess?
TG: She chases LM around.
LM: Shut up, Girl. Sometimes we play tag, mom.
Me: Well, does she have a crush on you, too?
LM: NO!
Me: How do you know?
LM: Well, we had a conversation. And during the course of the conversation she said, "I don't like you anymore, LM." And I said, "I do" and she said, "You do what?" And I said, "I like you".
Me: *practically in tears and trying not to throw up..I mean, my baby has a CRUSH! and he TOLD THE GIRL!* Then what did she say?
LM: Nothing, she just ran away.

That Little Blonde Hussy!

LOLOL

Gosh, isn't that just the sweetest thing? He didn't have anything new to report today, but I've got my eye on that girl, now (The Girl pointed her out today when I took them to school). We'll just see if she tries to break my baby's heart. If so, I'm sending Grace after her.

You see, Grace is a wee bit protective of Little Man. It's adorable. But I'll let you see for yourself how she reacts when she reads this.

My baby has a crush, ya'll.

Say it with me now...


AWWWWW!

Monday, October 16, 2006

I Need HEAT, people!

My furnace doesn't work. I checked it out last week, because I knew it was going to start getting cold and I'd need to turn it on, and I noticed that the thermostat was set in the "on" position, but, obviously, the fan wasn't blowing. Puzzled, I checked the furnace itself and the pilot light was on, so I figured that wasn't it. I didn't really worry too much about it, though, because the weather was still warm. Yes, I'm a procrastinator of the worst sort. Scarlet O'Hara is my hero. "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow." Amen, sister.

Anyway, I checked it out again last night, because it's getting cold here now, and nope, nothing. I went to MM's for the night, so I didn't have to worry about it too much, but it was on my mind today. I checked the furnace again, saw that all the appropriate switches were on the right settings, that it was plugged in, that the gas was on, etc. Everything there seemed fine. I checked the thermostat again and nothing. So I called my dad. The conversation went like this:

Me: Hey, my furnace isn't working. Have any thoughts about what might be wrong with it?
Him: What do you mean it's not working.
Me: The thermostat. The pilot light is on.
Him: I don't know anything about that.
Me: You're an electrician by trade. Help me out here.
Him: Call your landlord
Me: Ugh, fine.
Him: *all offended now* What?

Yeah, men. Sheesh. Anyway, I did some more amateur sleuthing and couldn't figure it out. I'm pretty handy around the house. For the basic stuff, I'm golden. I can do pretty much anything, from fixing my garbage disposal to putting new hinges on the front door. But some things are out of my area of expertise. I realize this. So I call my dad. And we always have the same conversation. I don't know why I keep calling him. The truth is, he's pretty adept around the house, but he hate doing the things that need to be done. So he plays dumb. I think it's cute, but it drives my mother insane.

Anyway, the next call on my list was my landlord. I left him a message and when he called me back we went through the basics: the pilot light, the switches, the cords, etc. After he realized I wasn't completely ignorant, he asked if I could have a friend look at it, because it would cost him $60+ just to have someone drive out, and he didn't want to waste the money if it was "just a switch or something". Pfft. I know what I'm talking about here, ok? It's not a switch. But whatever.

So I called the third person on my list. My grandpa. He's amazing. There isn't anything this man can't do. He's worked as a plumber, an electrician, a carpenter, an insurance salesman, a teacher, a plumbing pro at Lowes. You name it, he's done it. He answered when I called and I said, "Hey grandpa," and he said, "Hey dolly!" (Isn't it cute that he calls me Dolly?) I said, "Just the man I was looking for" and proceeded to explain my problem. He walked me through the basics again, then he said, "How many wires are attached to your thermostat?" I said, "Two". He said, "Ok, here's what you want to do. You want to touch them together to see if there's power running to them. If there is, when you connect them, it should spark the blower. But it could knock you on your ass, too. So if I don't hear from you in about 10 minutes, I'll call 911. Let me know how it goes" and he snickered and hung up the phone. The brat.

In the end, I couldn't figure out the problem, so I plan on calling my landlord tomorrow and telling him to get someone out here, ASAP. If he doesn't, then I'll call someone myself and bill him for it. I'm cold-blooded, people. I freeze in 120 degree weather. I can't live without my furnace.

I'm telling MM about my lack of heat earlier tonight and I said, "If it doesn't get fixed soon you'll find me camped out at your house. I don't do cold." He said, "Ahh, so it worked." I said, "What, you clipped a couple of wires so my heater wouldn't work and I'd be forced to move in with you?" He said, "I didn't just clip wires. I went all out. No point in doing a job half-assed, right?" The loser.

So, wish me luck with my landlord tomorrow. I plan on having heat no later that Tuesday, so we'll see how much headway I make. He's a tightass, but he's fair, too. So I shouldn't suffer for long. I hope. Or MM just might get his wish.

Oh, and just so you know, MM turned his heater on for me last night. He's so sweet about things like that. Especially since he's an Eskimo-type who loves the cold. Love that man.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Guilty or Not Guilty

I stole this from Kookie. I'm not going to tag anyone else, but if you do decide to do this, let me know, yeah?

1. Dated outside your race?
NOT GUILTY (Define race...I mean, we all bleed the same, right?).

2. Singing in the shower?
NOT GUILTY (I only sing along with the radio).

3. Spit in someone's drink?
NOT GUILTY (But I've thought about it....especially when I worked as a server/bartender).

4. Played with Barbies?
GUILTY (are you kidding? I love Barbies, especially ones like this)

5. Made someone cry?
GUILTY

6. Opened your Christmas presents early?
GUILTY (it's tradition in our family to open a gift on Christmas Eve).

7. Lied to a friend?
NOT GUILTY (Not that I can remember, anyway. I try to be as honest as possible).

8. Watched and cried while watching a soap opera?
GUILTY

9. Played a computer game for more than 5 hours?
NOT GUILTY (net surfed...yes!).

10. Ran through the sprinklers naked?
GUILTY (If you're nice I'll tell you that story sometime...hehe).

11. Ate food that fell on the floor?
GUILTY (if I know that the floor is clean...and duh! there are a lot of people in the world who would give their life for that scrap of food).

12. Went outside naked?
GUILTY (See #10).

13. Been on stage?
GUILTY

14. Been on stage naked or close to it?
GUILTY (er...you don't want to know..).

15. Been in a parade?
GUILTY

16. Been in a school play?
NOT GUILTY

17. Drank beer?
GUILTY (I love beer. I swear, I'm more guy that girl..LOL).

18. Gotten detention?
GUILTY (I used to skip school a lot. ).

19. Been on a plane?
GUILTY (I love flying).

20. Been on a cruise?
NOT GUILTY (If only I could say guilty to this one).

21. Broken into a house?
GUILTY (It was my own, Jeez, don't look at me like that. I just forgot my key is all).

22. Gotten a tattoo?
NOT GUILTY (I'm scurred. I end up preggers everytime I try to get one. I'll do without, thanks).

23. Gotten piercings?
GUILTY (only in my ears, but the holes have closed up, so does that make me guilty or not?).

24. Gotten into a fist fight?
GUILTY (They were sorry, too).

25. Gotten into a shouting match?
GUILTY (Are you kidding? I'm Italian and my mother is The Devil Woman).

26. Swallowed sea/pool water?
GUILTY (can't be avoided).

27. Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?
GUILTY

28. Laughed so hard it hurt?
GUILTY (all the time!).

29. Tripped on your own feet?
GUILTY (I'm blonde, remember?).

30. Cried yourself to sleep?
GUILTY (Haven't we all at least once?).

31. Cried in public?
GUILTY (All the time. I'm a sap).

32. Thrown up in public?
NOT GUILTY (But define public? Because in a public restroom, yes..).

33. Lied to your parents?
GUILTY (All that skipping school in HS, you know).

34. Skipped class?
GUILTY (Dude, I skipped more than I went. LOL).

35. Cried so hard you threw up?
GUILTY (It wasn't a pleasant experience, either...I don't recommend it)

Thursday, October 12, 2006

She's Baaack...

MAILYN IS HOME Y'ALL!

Damn I missed you, girl! I'm glad you're back! Did you send me your boots, or what? LOL

I want PICTURES! You better email me or you'll be sorry.

WELCOME HOME BABYCAKES!











Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Caught

I love Active Meter. Are y'all familiar with this service? Basically, it's a webtracker. You sign up for an account, put the code into your template and the viola, you get to stalk the people who stalk your blog.

I check my Active Meter stats pretty often, too, just because I'm nosy and like to know what's up with my blog. I probably check it twice a day, unless I'm totally bored at work, then I'll check it more often.

So this afternoon I check it and see that I have a new visitor from California. Not just ANY California, either, but Southern Cali. Right here, in the town I live in. Well, that caused me to raise an eyebrow. Then I see that the new visitor has been reading all of my blogs about MM (the ones listed on my sidebar). Curiouser and Curiouser.

Then tonight, I'm on the phone with MM and I check my Active Meter again. Guess what? That same visitor is back on my blog...stalking all of my MM posts. I tell him, "I have a new visitor on my blog" and he says, "oh, really?" trying to sound innocent, but guess what? He failed.

I said, "It's you! You've been stalking my blog." He busted up.

MM has found my blog. You know HOW he found it? He did a Google search for "Rat Bastard" and waded through 10 pages of links to find it. The crackhead. What I didn't tell him was that I check my blog from his house, so if he'd just gone and looked in his history on his computer, he could have saved himself some time (love you, baby).

Anyway, my blog isn't news to him. He's known about it from the beginning. And most of the time I tell him what I blogged about that day, or I read him my posts. But he's never had the link before...or free reign. I'm scurred. Now I'm going to have to search my archives and see if I posted anything incriminating. *snicker*

Ah, well, what are you gonna do, right? Everyone, say hello to MM.


BUSTED!


It's Time To Do The Right Thing

I'm tired of seeing all the unfortunate, out-of-work folks standing on the side of the road wanting to work in exchange for something. Some of them are con artists, but you just KNOW some of these people are truly in need.

The softer side of me does reach out to this man whose photo was captured below. I have to ask myself, "What would you do? You're driving down the highway and there on the side of the road, you see this creature of God and read his sign. Are you going to stop or keep going? You only have a second to think about it before you flash by."

Think about it... Do you press the gas or the brake? Personally, my duty as a human being would mean that I would have to stop and help this poor, unfortunate man.


What would you do?

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

10 More Random Things.......

It's my blog, I can talk about myself all I want. So there.

1) Even though I'm a strong, independent woman, I love it when MM calls me "Baby". I have no idea why that is, but I get all gooey inside when he says things like, "Hi baby, how was your day?" or "Sleep well, baby, I love you". *dreamy sigh*

2) Washing dishes soothes me. I'm not sure if it's because it so mundane I don't really have to think while I'm doing it, or because it's a familiar task or what, but I'm always relaxed after washing dishes.

3) When I'm really, really pissed off, I clean. Not just like minor cleaning, either, but deep down, on your knees scrubbing cleaning. My house is generally pretty clean, anyway, but you can always tell my mood by how hard I'm scrubbing the kitchen floor.

4) When I'm irritated about something, I prefer to blast Disturbed, Nine-In-Nails, Godsmack, Metallica and etc. I think the destructive lyrics and heavy, dark music helps me vent in a healthy way, so when I'm done listening I feel better.

5) I'm afraid of Tweezers. Yes, tweezers. Nothing bad happened to me as a result of them, it's just...they're scary. Have you looked at them? They look like a torture device. Plus, think of the damage you could do with them if you didn't use them right. EEK!

6) When I'm in the bathroom I get bored just sitting there, so to amuse myself I practice my telekinesis skills by staring at an object (i.e. hand soap, paper towels, extra rolls of toilet paper, etc) and try to move them with my mind. It hasn't happened yet, but I'm working on it.

7) This might be considered TMI, but I'm going to tell you anyway. You know how in romance novels whenever the woman gets off she always sees stars, or floats out of the universe or visits a new solar system? Well, I see an apple cottage. It's dark red brick with a window that has apples as a border on the glass. Is this retarded? Yes, I'm sure that it is. But it's what I see every single time. Don't ask, because I have no idea.

8) You remember that teddy bear I sleep with? Well, it was actually a gift for my sister from one of her boyfriends a long time ago. I stole it because she didn't want it and I sleep with it every night. Does that add a certain squick factor to my snuggling with it, I wonder?

9) I get more hits from this post a day than any other. That really says something about the state of the world, doesn't it? Tis good! ha ha Oh, and if you do a blog search for "the rat bastard", my blog pops up in the first 10 of 18,920. That, too, says something. I just don't know what.

10) I get premonitions sometimes, too. Like when my Nana died, I knew before anyone else did. And I almost always know when someone close to me is pregnant. And 9x out of 10 I know who's calling before the phone rings. And if I think of a song I want to hear, most of the time it will be the next one to play on the radio. Stuff like that. Not that I'm psychic or anything, but I guess my intuition is better than most.

Ok, that's all for now. Look for more boring, retarded interesting things about me later. I'm sure I'll have more to share as time goes on.

Monday, October 09, 2006

More MM & Joey and Anniversary stuff

So, a few weeks ago Isabel blogged about Joey and MM and how Joey is really competitive. MM doesn't really care if he one-ups Joey. He says he just wants me to be happy. Not that me and Izzy don't use Joey's competitive streak to our advantage. What? We're not stupid.

Anyway, Isabel already told you, but for our anniversary, MM said he wanted to get me a day at the spa. He said I needed a massage and maybe a mani/pedi too. I was all for it. He said, "I can't decide, though, so help me out. Do you want to do a massage here? Or do you want to do it in Vegas?" I said I didn't care and he said, "I'll tell you what. I'll buy one for you and one for Isabel and that way you two can have a girl day in Vegas. Then me and Joey will take you out for a really nice dinner. Like at Margaritaville." ha ha. MM is obsessed with anything Jimmy Buffett related. Since Isabel is obsessed with anything margarita related, I guess it works out.

Naturally I told Isabel all about our Day Spa trip and she rubbed it in to Joey. Just to be a jerk I told Joey the Cali-hoes (a group of friends Iz and I have online, like Dylan, Grace and some others) named MM #1 and that Joey didn't have a chance of being on top again. He was all sorts of upset, but he swore he'd get MM.

So, his gift is really sweet, but Joey has taken it to a new level. So the other day MM says, "Tell Joey I only want to get you the Day Spa trip because I want to be able to spend more time at the range shooting. Really I just want you to be happy, but we don't want Joey to be sad, either." Awww. LOL Oh, and the range thing....

MM says there's this shooting range somewhere in Vegas where you can shoot automatic weapons. It sounds AWESOME. I love shooting. But I told MM he and the boys can go alone, so that me and the girls can hang out and go shopping or whatever.

So now MM is trying to protect Joey's feelings. AWWW!

Then, last night I go up to MM's house so we could spend our anniversary night together. He had to work and My Favorite Marine is visiting, so we didn't make plans for the day, but I wanted to see him, so we drove up. I didn't tell him we were coming, either, so it was a surprise. When we got there he was all excited and he had a really sweet card for me and a King Size Reeses Peanut Butter Cup (my favorite!). I'll try to post a pic of the card later.

Anyway, remember how I told y'all how we met? And how Cookie and The Devil Woman played such a big part in it? Well, he bought them cards, too. He said he wanted to thank them for hooking us up, because if not for their scheming, he'd never know me...which means he'd never have known real happiness. *sniffle* SOOOO SWEET!

He was watching Road Trip when I got there, so I sat on the couch with my Reeses and snuggled up with him to finish it. Then, out of nowhere he said, "When are Joey and Isabel coming up here again?" I said, "Well, I have no idea. Probably not anytime soon. They were just here. And besides, we'll see them in Vegas next month." MM says, all whiny, "But I want Outback."

You see, whenever Izzy and Joey come to visit, we go to Outback together. Mostly because Isabel and Joey know where it is. Well, that and they have those yummy Wallaby Darned drinks. Yum.

I said, "Honey, we can go to Outback without them, you know?" He said, "It's not the same. Who's going to share my Bloomin Onion? And my desert?" I just laughed. Poor MM is having Joey withdrawals. I'm thinking I should be scared, but it's kind of cute.

We'll see how it goes in Vegas. Things should be interesting if nothing else. Especially with Jazz's hubby Josh there. He's a prankster just like Joey, Adam and MM. *sigh*

Oh, and in case you're wondering, I got MM really awesome tickets to Gretchen Wilson as an anniversary gift. He loves her and when he found out she was going to be in town he was all excited. The concert isn't until the 20th, but I gave him the tickets already. He's pumped. I'd be excited, too, but we're going with The Devil Woman and the Drama Queen, so I'm more resigned than anything.

I have the day off, so I'm going to read a book. I hope everyone had a great weekend!

Sunday, October 08, 2006

An Entire Year.....

A lot can happen in a year. No one knows this better than I do. In the course of years past I've lost loved ones, gained myself, lost a marriage, watched my children grow. I cried and laughed and loved and grieved. Who hasn't, right? Some of us more than others.

But more has happened to me in this past year than I can remember in any other. I went from married to the dreaded, "Divorced"...and I found love. Something different than I'd even known before.

Today it's been a year since I met MM. Isn't that just amazing? Some days it feels like it's been a lifetime, and some days no more than a minute. In him I found something I didn't even know I craved. Acceptance. Love. Strength.

When I look to the future I see him. I see us together. Laughing and teasing and being happy. For that I'm thankful. He's always passionate and loving and...he's perfect for me. I'm very blessed to know him, to be with him, to love him.

I can't predict what will happen in the following years, but I know with him by my side I can weather any storm, fight any battle, win any war.

It hasn't always been easy. We've had rough spots just like any other couple, though ours haven't been as rough as many others. But we've endured. And it's my hope that we'll continue to endure.

Celebrate with me today, will you? I managed to make it an entire year without shooting him. That really says something, doesn't it?



Friday, October 06, 2006

McSteamy, anyone?




YUM!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 16

How many times as a child, young adult or adult did you cringe at the thought of becoming your mother? How many times did you say, "I'll never say that!" in reference to some comment your mother made to you? For me, it was all the time. I swore on everything holy that I'd NEVER tell my daughter, while ripping her hair out with a brush, "If you want to beautiful you have to suffer." I swore I'd never chase my children around with a wooden spoon, screeching in Italian all the while.

*shudder*

The Devil Woman, however, is just the opposite. Instead of turning into her mother, she's turning into...well, me. Yes, DW wants to be just.like.me.

We're driving home from work the other day, and we somehow got on the subject of high school and whatnot. I told her that there was this big man on campus that I went to high school with who told me years after we graduated that he'd had a crush on me while we were still in school. He said, "I used hear you laugh in the hallway and it would always make me smile. Sometimes, I used to just watch you walk to class and think, I want to be with her." I'm thinking "You're telling me this NOW?" but I said, "I don't know if I should be flattered, offended or scared by this."

DW busted up. She said, "I've never heard that before. Flattered, offended or scared. I like it. I'm going to use that." I rolled my eyes at her.

Then, the next day at work, I'm telling her some story and I said, "You're fucking up the flow, man!" in reference to whatever story I was telling her. She busted up again. "Fucking up the flow! hahaha" I rolled my eyes at her.

But you know how she has memory issues? Well, she didn't want to forget the expressions, so she...wrote them down. And THEN? She stuck them to her computer monitor. For anyone who walks by to see. I made a comment of course and her reply? "What? I wrote Effing instead of Fucking. What more do you want from me?" The freak.

Then she's telling me about something else and she says, "I pulled a Spawn and just smiled and walked away. See, I'm learning." Learning what? How to be like me?

So today we're sitting outside and DW has on a cute t-shirt, wide-leg jeans and some clunky shoes with a fat sole. She says, "I wore bell-bottoms and big shoes today. Just like you usually do." I said, "Wow, I don't know if I should be flattered, offended or scared."

She just laughed.

But I have to be honest...I'm scared. My mother is turning into...me. On the other hand, it could be worse. I could be turning into her. Right?

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Trials and Tribulations of the Tooth Fairy

On Saturday, Little Man spent the night with my parents. They were having a house party that night and in the midst of the chaos, DW failed to realize that at some point LM lost his front tooth. Little Man was too busy playing with the other kids there to be bothered by it, however, and told DW the following morning instead. That night, when he and The Girl got home, I explained to him that the Tooth Fairy only comes when the kid is at home. He accepted this easily enough. The Tooth Fairy is rather high maintenance, you know.

I also explained that the Tooth Fairy only comes when said child is sleeping in his/her own bed, in the hopes that I'd be able to coax him into his. He's gotten in the habit recently of sleeping on the couch, and I wanted to nip it in the bud.

That night (this was Sunday) when I told him it was time for bed, he went willingly enough to his room, but an hour later he was fast asleep on the couch (he's pretty sneaky, too, because I didn't even realize he'd gotten up). Well, the Tooth Fairy didn't come. Why would she? I clearly told him he had to be in his own bed for her to show up. Ok, ok, I forgot! So sue me. Sheesh.

Anyway, he woke up all excited Monday morning and then nearly burst into tears when he saw his tooth, and not a dollar, under his pillow. I explained again about the sleeping in his own bed ALL NIGHT and he nodded and went on his merry way. Yes, I felt guilty, jeez. Rub it in, why don't you?

*sigh*

So, Monday night we go through the same drill. He goes to bed and an hour later is on the couch. I shook my head, but figured I could tell him the Tooth Fairy had decided to make an exception this one time. But...I forgot. Yes, dammit, I'm a bad Tooth Fairy. What do you want from me?

Tuesday morning he woke up and the look of utter disappointment on his sad little face was just more than I could handle! I said, "She didn't come again, huh?" and he shook his head and his little shoulders started to shake. AWWW! I said, "You know, Little Man, losing your first front tooth is kind of a big deal. I think I'd like to keep it. Do you think the Tooth Fairy would mind if I gave you a dollar and kept the tooth for myself?" He brightened right up and smiled a big, toothless grin and I just knew I'd said the right thing. I won major mom points for that one.

He took off for school before I remembered about his dollar, but the first thing he said when he got home was, "Can I have my dollar, mom?" I told him I'd give it to him later and went to cook dinner. Then, an hour later he asked again. And an hour after that. Of course, I kept telling him I'd give it to him later, but kept forgetting.

This morning he wakes up and the first thing out of his mouth is, "Can I have my dollar, Mom?" I'm not kidding. Seriously. Then, five minutes later, The Girl comes in my room, "Mom, can Little Man have his dollar, or what? You promised!" Jeez, the kid has turned into a veritable loan shark. I said, yes, remind me in a minute (I was half naked at the time) and she said, "OK, but you better not forget!" I swear, it was like he'd sent his goons after me.

I finally remembered to hand it to him as he was walking out the door and The Girl says, "It's about time. Next time, Little Man, I'd stick with the Tooth Fairy. She always pays on time." His response? "Yeah, and I probably would have got more than an dollar."

Oy vey.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

All I Want For Christmas....

I love White Trash Mom. Have y'all been over to visit? It's one of the best sites I've been to in a long time. Always good for a laugh. I'm sure it says something about me that I'm always nodding along in commiseration when I read the posts over there, too.


Yesterday, they put up this post. I WANT! I told MM he better buy me these dolls for Christmas. Seriously. That's freakin pricesless!

You Are 70% Redneck

You're just about as welcome up in town as a hair in a biscuit.
Ain't no hidin' your redneck roots!


So I'm a little Redneck? I ain't proud....

A Letter From Jazz...

Dear Alcohol:

First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays, hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings.

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?

Or, in my case, unsuspecting friends on the other side of the country who have to listen to me whine about not feeling well. "Hooolllyyy, I don't feel good." Bang, Thwap, Smack. "Jazz, what the hell was that?" "Uh, I hit my head on the stall" *snicker*

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a kebab, a butter chicken curry along with a sausage with cheese, onion and mustard (washed down with WINE & topped off with a Kit Kat, after a few sweet chili and sour cream red rock chips)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.

Which, in my case, causes puking outside the club, in the car, and not in the toilet.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

Bang, Thwap, Smack. "Jazz, what the hell was that?" "Uh, I hit my head on the stall"

4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm Hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitaminB, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily activities.

The next morning: "Holllllyyy...I don't feel that great. I'm soooo tired."

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

Back in the club: "Hollllyyy...I don't feel so good. But I'm going to dance!"

Thank you,
Your biggest fan (aka, Jazz)

PS THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Innovative 2. Preliminary 3. Proliferation 4. Cinnamon

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Specificity 2. British Constitution 3. Passive-aggressive disorder

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE FOR JAZZ TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex. (or, "No, I don't want to show you my boobs")
2. Nope, no more wine for me.
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing

Monday, October 02, 2006

Another Quiz Post

I'm swamped at work today and don't have time to update, so in the meantime, amuse yourself with these. I want to know your results, so make sure you leave me a comment.
I'll update with a real blog later tonight or tomorrow.

I hope y'all had a great weekend and a fabulous Monday.

Your Love Style is Agape

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.
Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.
You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.
Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.
For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.


You Are An ENFP

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!

You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.



What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You

You are very independent and self-centered. You don't solve other people's problems - and you don't expect them to solve yours.

You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.

You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.

In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.




You Are 35% Selfish

In general, you are a very giving person who treats others very well.
But at times, you insist on getting your way - when it matters most to you.


You Are 69% Grown Up, 31% Kid

Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.
Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.


You Are 57% Passionate, 43% Compassionate

You possess an ideal balance of passion and compassion.
You definitely can get swept away and lose your head a little.
But you're rarely a fool for love!


You Are 45% Impulsive

You're quite impulsive, but you never are reckless.
You qualify as a very spontaneous person, but you still know how to honor your commitments.
And while responsibility doesn't come easy to you, having fun does!

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