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Thursday, March 31, 2005

No News Is Good News

I don't really have anything new to report. Nothing to bitch and complain about, at least nothing new. I have been somewhat of a moody bitch the last couple of weeks. I desperately need to stop or all my good karma is going to go away from me and right now is not the time for me to have bad karma. "Only good thoughts for me from now on. I love everyone and nothing they do or say bothers me nor has any effect on me. The only person I need to worry about is me and what I do and say." Okay, that was my little pep talk for myself. I hope it works.

I also don't have anything good to write about. Don't get me wrong, things at work and home are good, but nothing significant has happened. Okay, one thing has but I'm not ready to divulge that information yet. Everything needs to be right in the world in order for me to blog about that. Hence the pep talk.

Sorry, that's all I have right now.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Staying Healthy and Boyfriend Stealing

It's Tuesday night. Brian's school night. Usually about now I would be sitting down with a beer to watch a couple of shows that aren't very good, but I'm not. Instead I'm upstairs messing around on the internet, the news on in the background.

Brian and I have sworn off alcohol--for now. We're trying to be more healthy and every diet out there always tells you to cut out the alcohol. Not that we're necessarily on a diet, but we figure it must be a pretty important step to staying healthy. I have not had any alcohol for a couple of weeks now and I have been taking my multi-vitamin for several months. I mostly take it for the calcium because I don't like milk. I don't get nearly enough calcium, thus the multi-vitamin. Plus, at my last yearly, my doctor insisted that I take folic acid. "Even though you don't plan to get pregnant, accidents happen. You need to take folic acid." So I do, to appease my doctor and so that at my next appointment I can go in and say, "yes I have been taking my folic acid". No more lecture.

I also have this annoying song in my head. I'm not sure why I even let myself listen to it on the way home. I don't like the song nor the artist. The song is called Homewrecker by Gretchen Wilson. It's absolutely asinine. First of all, why is she so upset about a hot girl? Jealous perhaps? Why is she so worried this hot girl is going to take her man? Are they having problems? She sounds a little insecure to me. Just because a cute girl talks to your significant other doesn't mean she's trying to steal him away. And if she did want to steal him away and succeeded there are some serious issues in that relationship. She's taking it out on the wrong person. No man can honestly be lured by a women to do things he doesn't want to do. Maybe she should trust her boyfriend or husband or whomever she's singing about to tell this girl he's not interested. And if he doesn't it's obvious where that relationship is going, which is nowhere.

Anyway, I'm positive that girls talk to Brian while he's at school and while I may delude myself into believing I am prettier than any of them could possibly be (even though I know that probably isn't the case) I never for one second believe they're out to get him. And if they are out to get him, I put a lot of trust in Brian that he is not out for the taking. The song is just ridiculous.

Too Much of A Good Thing

Well the ham I made Saturday night turned out yummy. We had ham, rolls, corn, and mashed potatoes and gravy. Those are some of my favorite foods. Hmmm. However, we have a lot of ham left over that we need to use. The problem with this? Just thinking about eating a piece of ham or making myself a ham sandwich makes my stomach turn. I don't know why. I love ham.

Someone at work had left over ham for breakfast this morning and the smell just about made me lose my breakfast (which is coffee). I don't know what to do with it now. The thought of making some kind of soup doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I can find a recipe for something like that. I just don't want all that ham to go to waste. Argh!! Why don't I have the kids this week? They eat just about anything.

Monday, March 28, 2005


Why does it take two months of consistently working out to see results and only two weeks of slacking off to see those same results disappear? It's not fair.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Happy Easter

We're getting ready for Easter. Easter is an okay holiday, but definitely not my favorite. I even like Valnetine's Day better than Easter. That probably has to do with the fact that I don't get prizes for Easter. Only the kids do. Spoiled brats!!! Just kidding. Actually, we'll buy them a ton of candy, they'll be able to eat of few pieces tomorrow and the rest will be stored on top of the fridge where they'll never see it again. Seriously, there's Easter candy from last year still up there. We're mean. I don't know why we don't let them finish it. We never do. I think we ate the majority of their Christmas candy.

I'm also making a ham tonight for dinner. It will be my first ham. I hope it turns out wonderfully. I made a prime rib for Brian and I on Christmas. It was our first Christmas alone and everything was splendid. It should be fine. I'm not the best cook, but I hold my own.

The kids have been so cute this week. Before bed Darby makes sure to give the boys hugs after we read Harry Potter and she has to retire to her room. "Jordan hugs. Goodnight." They hug. Friday night I think the hug must have been too long because after a few moments she told Jordan, "Alright Jordan, I have to go to bed now. I'm really tired." He let go of her and said, "well, I didn't see that coming." Then she does the same with Riley and Riley reminds her to say her prayers.

That's the bedtime ritual. After that has been accomplished everyone can sleep soundly and Brian and I don't see them again until the next morning. It's amazing how long it's taken us to get to this point. We don't ever have midnight visitors anymore. There are no sleepless nights for any of the kids. No one cries because they can't sleep with us. It's nice to have them go straight to bed and we get an hour or two every night to just spend with each other.

I really should be getting ready. I have to leave for the Easter party in two hours. Happy Easter all!

Friday, March 25, 2005

I Have Nothing (To Write That Is)

I don't have anything to write about. I just feel some obligation to write because I took the day off today and I'm home on the internet. I should have something to say. But I don't.

I'm picking Riley and Darby up early and then we have no idea what were doing. Maybe we'll go to lunch. I may do a little shopping. I need to pick up another Easter basket and Darby needs shoes to go with her Easter dress and I need a new shirt to go with my new jeans that I bought a while back and haven't worn yet. What else? Brian took away my Sony card and replaced it with my Capital One card. I didn't protest so much at first, but now I feel ripped off. The Capital One card has a much smaller limit than the Sony card. And the Sony card is cool looking. The Capital One card has puppies on it, but it's not the same. I want the Sony card back but he said "no". Rude!

Oh well, I suppose I will find a way to live with out it. I also came home early yesterday because I felt pukey. I don't feel pukey today so I'm not sure what was wrong with me. That's it.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

More Like Yesterday

I hate how songs can have such an effect on your emotions. I hate when I hear a song and it brings up memories from years ago that make me cringe in disgust. I can’t even name the particular song I heard this morning, but when I heard it I wanted to freak out. I immediately turned the station so that I wouldn’t. Why does that happen? Argh!!!

This goes along with the previous post. I have all this time to sit and think on my way to work. When one of these dreadful songs comes on the radio, I sit there and fume over events that happened over a year and sometimes two years ago. It takes a few moments to catch myself doing this. Then I realize this song is bringing back horrible memories and I tell myself that those things happened forever ago, they’re in the past, don’t be stupid. And I go on my way thinking about my regular, everyday, CURRENT life. Like, what I should make for dinner tonight, enchiladas or tater tot casserole? I think tater tot casserole because Brian and I went to Corona Village, a Mexican restaurant, for lunch yesterday and I’m not ready for Mexican again. Or I hope that Chloe doesn’t have another accident on the floor today, because for some reason she’s been doing that a lot lately. And I think that I should try and not be so grouchy in the morning, though I can’t help it. I also thought about how Brian couldn’t sleep this morning so he got up with me to take a shower, which he rarely does. However, he always wants me to sit by him on the bed while I’m blow drying my hair. I think about how that is so weird and yet kind of sweet. I think, maybe today I should just turn the car around, go home, go back to bed for a little while and pick the kids up early from school. Then I think, nah. I’m already taking Friday off. I just need to work a couple of more days. By this time I’m practically to work and I think, “God, I have to get out of my car, lock it, enter the building with my swipey card, get on the elevator, go to the 4th floor, put my stuff in my office, and e-mail Amanda before I can get my coffee. That’s too long to wait!!!”

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Too Much Time To Think

Today on my way to work I was thinking about how the commute kind of sucks. I mean, I don’t hate driving the half hour or 45 minutes to work every day, but sometimes I wish I was just at work and not sitting in this long line of cars waiting for the other cars at the Garrity exit to merge. I just sit there and think of stupid things. For instance, they (I’m not sure who they are exactly) recently put up a flashing sign requesting traffic to stay to the left because there is merging traffic ahead. Then I wonder if people read the sign and do what it says or if they’re just like, “whatever”. I always try to change lanes but it’s not always possible. When it isn’t possible I start to panic a little. Will I get in trouble if I don’t keep left? Sometimes there are state cops stopped near the exit. Will they pull you over if you aren’t in the left lane? And if they do, what kind of ticket is that? It’s all so stressful.

Today I was already in the left lane, because I knew I was coming up on the sign. I was prepared. After passing the merging traffic that causes me so much heartache I decided I don’t have it so bad. I remembered a girl I use to work with downstairs. She recently moved to Oregon (I forget which city), but she wakes up at 3:00 am to get to work between 7 and 8. She has two young daughters and found out she’s pregnant, which she’s apparently happy about. Anyway, she moved to this city in Oregon with her husband last year because he was offered a job teaching at a school there. I just don’t understand exactly why they moved. Why does she have to commute three hours a day? I would bet a year salary that she makes more than him. Plus, he only has a year contract. What if he decides not to renew it? They’re in Oregon, he has no job and she still has to commute three hours a day, but now she has a newborn. What the hell? Some people are dumb. The whole situation makes me hate a certain religion even more than I did before. I understand making sacrifices, but from what I hear she’s the only one sacrificing. Oh well, I guess if you want to live that way it’s your choice. Still, I think it’s dumb.

Maybe, I have too much time to think on my way to work. Maybe I should just stick to thinking happy things and not getting worked up over things that are obviously none of my business. Hmm, I guess that would be something to think about. I suppose I will have to wait and see what happens on the way home.

PS I also think this girl's situation has changed somewhat, in that she now works part time. I think. But, that doesn't change that it's a crappy situation.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Another Eventful Weekend

I don't really have much to write about except that I'm typing this on our new wireless keyboard that is not attached to our new computer. The computer is really nice and the monitor is much larger than the laptop's. I would have to say I like it.

It's officially Spring today! How exciting. It's still gloomy outside. The weeks prior to last were sunny and warm, now that it's Spring it's gloomy and rainy. Perfect. Easter is in one week and I want it to be nice. This year we're going to the Easter party they have at my work. I don't know exactly what to call it because they don't have an Easter egg hunt or anything, just games and treats. The kids liked it last year so I can only assume it will be equally as fun this year.

I'm picking Riley up later this afternoon. Normally, I wouldn't pick him up until tomorrow after work but we have Jordan for a couple of extra nights this week. I thought it might be fun if they could hang out a little while before Jordan leaves tomorrow. Darby isn't coming over early. She doesn't want to do that. I try to act offended, but I'm not. When she's here she doesn't want to go to her dad's early. At least not anymore, we were having issues with her several months ago, but that's behind us now.

Yesterday we went to Brian's nephew's b-day party. The family get together's aren't too bad. I rather like them actually. Especially now that Brian's sister in law, whom previously wasn't too keen on me, has since warmed up. I'm not sure why the change of heart, except that the reasons she use to not like me aren't good reasons now. I know that doesn't make sense but I would rather not get into it. The point is she makes a noticeable effort and I more than appreciate it. Things are less stressful and I know longer need the three beers to relax. :)

We also took one of Brian's other nephews to see the movie Robot. It was his nephew's pick and it was pretty good one. I think my favorite part about movies are the previews. I love watching the previews for some reason. I really want to see Madagascar now. It looks so funny. We'll see though. For some reason we don't go to the movies very often. It might have to do with the fact that we have to pay for two adults and three children to get in, but I'm not sure.

That's actually all that's been going on this week. However, even though it sounds mundane, it's been surprisingly exciting.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

I Did It!

I finally quit wimping out and I had my belly button pierced. It's so cool. I'm so proud of myself. Of course, it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought it might. I was expecting excruciating pain. It just stung for a couple of seconds and then I was done. Of course, Brian went with me and held my hand so that helped. Maybe I'll have him take a picture and I'll post it. I am so cool. Really, I am.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Where Are You?

Why is it that I can not link to Beyond Elsewhere? Why won't it work? Why does it give me some weird error? I have tried for two days now and to no avail. Hmph!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Lazy Weekend

Today was a lazy Sunday. I didn't want to do a damn thing. Yesterday, however, I wanted to go shopping. Darby and I headed out just before noon. We arrived at the mall where I exchanged a skirt for two new outfits for Darby and a pair of shorts for Riley. Then we headed to The Bon, which is now officially Macy's as of yesterday. They had tons of deals, but I didn't get anything. :( Shortly afterwards we left the mall. Darby fell asleep in the back seat on the way to Target. I didn't think anything of it, because it's pretty close to nap time and she woke up early for a Saturday. I stopped off at a convenience store and bought a Gatorade for Darby and a soda for me. I woke her up so she could have a drink.

"Mommy, my stomach hurts really bad."

"Oh, just sip on your drink. You'll feel better," I told her thinking the hurt stomach was nothing.


We arrived at Target and I lifted Darby into the cart. I started to stroll her down the aisle when she threw up in her hand. Gag! I felt so bad and before I reached the bathroom she had thrown up twice more. We went into the bathroom and cleaned her up as best we could with paper towels. She asked, "can we just put off shopping for now and go home?"

"Of course." I then informed customer service that we had an accident in the cart and we were sorry.

Darby proceeded to throw up the rest of the night. Nothing stayed down, not even water. She's a little better today, but I have declared it a do nothing but watch movies day. I just felt like lounging on the couch with her.

We all were all a little inactive today. Darby slept, I watched two and a half movies, and Brian surfed the net the better part of the morning. He was searching for computer accessories for his new computer that will arrive this week. The only active ones were Riley and Jordan. They at least went outside to play ball before Riley went to Mass and when they weren't outside they were pretending to sword fight.

We didn't do much but I need that kind of weekend. One of rest. It's my grouchy week, too. I need peace or I freak out.

Friday, March 11, 2005

What Love Is This?

I underestimated his love for her. I didn't believe the love he felt was real love. I thought it was fake. I thought his heart could only belong to one. I thought I was the only one. I was wrong. Everything I believed was a sham. I had deluded myself into thinking that his love for her was superficial,based purely on appearance. And I was wrong.

I have come to learn how the love developed. It didn't take long for him to fall head over heals. From what I understand it was practically love at first sight. The minute he saw her he knew she was for him. The more time they spent together made that love stronger. He came to appreciate her quirks, her demeanor. Even when she was headstrong he wanted to work with her and make it right. Should I be upset? Should I be jealous? Uh, no! Duh! She's a dog.

I never thought he would come to love a puppy, especially after the Beagle experience. He does. He loves her, as do I. She is sweet and eager to please. She wants to learn, yet she wants her independence. She knows how to get our attention when need be. She loves her bed. She plays and sleeps outside without problems when we're away. She is, for us, perfect. And I have posted more pics on our photoblog of her. Our sweet Chloe.

By The Way

I'm not a morning person. I am easily agitated in the morning because, well it's morning and I have to wake up really, really early. The mornings that the kids are here are especially difficult. They're always running around and talking loud. Just acting crazy in general. How do they have so much energy in the morning? It's unbelievable. Yesterday morning, however, was a huge exception. It's really hard to be annoyed when two four year olds are singing as loud as they can, "I like big butts and I can not lie."

Speaking of big butts…I’ve been trying to get mine in shape. I so desperately want to look hot for summer. The running thing sucks! I hate it, but I do believe it’s helping. I just hope I don’t get burned out before summer.

Speaking of summer…We’re thinking about making plans to go to the Oregon coast for a little vacation. That sounds like fun, but we haven’t done much to actually make the plans. Who knows what we’ll end up doing. I hope we go, I think it will be fun and I haven’t been to the Oregon coast. I’ve been to California, but not Oregon. (Ontario, OR definitely doesn’t count.)

Speaking of vacations…Last summer Brian and I went to Las Vegas. I do not like that city. It’s kind of yucky. I had fun with Brian, but I just don’t see the desire to go there more than once or maybe twice in a lifetime. I think the vacation to Oregon will be much less sleazy.

Speaking of sleaze…My brother was told by his wife she wants a divorce. I know that my brother is devastated, as are most people when they are told this, however, I think it’s for the best. I honestly think if he cleaned himself up he could do soooooo much better. Seriously, his first wife was practically perfect compared to the current wife. (Perfect on the outside, I think she may have been just as evil as this one.) She is just yuck! She is the epitome of white trash. I feel sort of bad saying that, but it’s absolutely true. There is no other way to describe her. I have no idea how they ended up together. I actually remember seeing his ex at the mall several years ago and she described her as trailer park. At the time I thought she was being snotty, but she was just stating a fact.

Speaking of white trash….Um, I don’t have any place to go with that. Actually, I could go a lot of places with that, but I won’t.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

A Box Of Wine

Brian and I bought our first box of wine. We’re dorks. I never thought we would have a box of wine in our fridge, but we do. Brian’s parents always have a box of wine in their fridge. One Sunday while we were house sitting for them, we decided to stay awhile and watch a movie and just hang out. We had dinner and drank a glass of wine. Then we had another glass and another until the first opened box of wine was gone. We decided we were having a good time so we opened another box, this one was Sangria. It was yummy and very sweet. I honestly don’t remember if we were watching TV or a movie or just sitting around, but I remember having fun. We were obviously in no condition to drive so we stayed the night.

When I woke up that next morning I thought my head was going to explode. I had the worst headache I have ever remembered having in my life. The alarm went off and I wanted to die. I shut it off completely. Work will have to wait a couple of hours. Besides, Brian has class, I just thought I would wake up with him. Well, he decided not to wake up, he skipped class. I decided that it wasn’t worth even trying to go to work. Blah! But, I had no regrets. Minus the headache, we had a good time just hanging out together. Plus, we ended up spending the day alone, doing absolutely nothing. (Except Brian did go to Jordan’s daycare for a little while because he promised he would. Other than that we didn’t do much of anything.)

Every once in awhile we have these nights. Usually not with wine, but with some beers. We sit around have some drinks and just talk about absolutely nothing. Sometimes we get into heated discussions about issues Brian likes to rant on, such as welfare. But we don’t really argue about them like we sometimes do. There are no angry exchanges about the other person’s point of view. Just a discussion. And sometimes we even come to some kind of agreement, though not often. And when we don’t agree, we conclude with the friendly agree to disagree attitude.

And there are the times we don’t discuss much of anything. We just gossip or talk about what we want to do and have in the next few days, months, years, etc. We might hang out and look up stupid things on the internet or mess around with our blogs.

These times together aren’t our most memorable nights by any means. They’re just fun and stress free nights. Of course, they generally occur on weeknights, since those are the only nights we don’t have any kids, and I usually have to wake up really early in the morning, but they’re still worth having every so often.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

How Sweet

I’m wearing a new outfit today that I purchased this weekend. I think it’s really cute and when I came in to work today I had a message. I usually dread messages because when people call me in regards to work it’s usually about a problem. Today, however, I did not receive that type of message first thing this morning. The message I received was from Brian telling me that I looked nice this morning. Awww!! Just one more reason why I always want to kiss him.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

I Told Brian

You Have Good Karma

In general, you like to do the right thing when it comes to others.

Your caring personality really shines through.

Sure, you have your moments of weakness - and occasionally act out.

But, all in all, you're karma is good... even with those few dark sports.

I told Brian my karma was good. He says it was probably just okay. Ha, ha!

Cars Are Stupid--At Least Mine Is

I've been obsessing about my car lately. Mainly because it's crap and I hate it, but that's nothing new. However, lately it's just become an absolute annoyance. The headlights keep going out. Last month, one of the headlights burnt out. I knew this because on my way home from work I could see it was out in the reflection of the car in front of me. That night I was driving to see Brian's parents. Riley and Darby were in the car, Darby had fallen asleep. I see one of Nampa's finest approaching, he passes, and in my rear view mirror I see him flip a bitch. "Shit!"

Riley asked what was wrong.

"I'm being pulled over."

"Why?" Riley asks somewhat astonished.

"Because my headlight is burnt out."

I pull over and reach for all the pertinent information that the police may need. He comes up, "Hi, do you know why I'm pulling you over?"

"Um, I don't."

"Well, you have a headlight out." He answers.

"I do? Really? Wow, I need to get that changed."

"I just wanted to give you a heads up. We don't issue tickets for these. Just get it fixed. I'm going to check your drivers license. You don't have any warrants do you?"

"I hope not." Smile. He wasn't so bad.

Riley told me I shouldn't have lied to him about not knowing my headlight was out. I said it was okay because I didn't want to get a ticket. Which is completely not okay, but maybe he'll forget I said that. Right! He also noted that this was his first time being pulled over.

When we reached Brian's parents house Riley didn't wait long to tell of his mom being pulled over by the police. Brian's dad asked him, "What did your mom say when she was pulled over?"

"She said, 'oh shit, my headlights are out.'" Nice.

That incident happened a month ago. Last week my headlight burned out yet again. It's so infuriating. I know there's something wrong with the electrical system. My inside light never comes on when I open the doors and the back window works only when it's in the mood. I don't want to have any of it fixed. I hear it's quite expensive to have the electrical system worked on and I'm not that concerned with spending an exorbitant amount of money on I car I don't like. I just want a new one. However, I can't afford to get rid of this one. I owe more than it's worth, which I hate. I have about a year and half left until it's paid off.

So, I'm stuck with this car and I obsess about getting rid of it. Probably unhealthy. Stressing over something I can't fix or change. I should just keep the car, wait until it's paid off and then worry about getting rid of it and getting something I love. I don't know if I can do that, but I'm going to try. My car is a means of transportation. It gets decent gas mileage for my commute and for the most part, it runs properly. It's not a reflection of me by any means. Cars don't define a person. The only thing you can tell about me from my car is the place I work. Otherwise, there are no signs of who I am. Well, except maybe the fact that I wish I made more money. But, even that isn't a given.

With that, I'm not going to let my car stress me out anymore. I'll stick it out until it's paid off, if I have to. That's not to say that if I come across something too good to pass up I won't take it. I will definitely take it, but I won't try to seek it out. I think that sounds like a better way to approach this. But, it's going to be really, really hard to do that.

Saturday, March 05, 2005


I have a new love. Her name is Barbie. So far, I only have three collectible Barbies, but I plan on expanding that collection. Christmas of 2003 I received the Holiday Visions Barbie and last Christmas I received both of the 45th Anniversary Barbies. One is by Bob Mackie, the other is by Robert Best. The Robert Best doll is my absolute favorite so far. She came in a unique box. It's not the usual Barbie wrapping that you find on store shelves. She came in a smaller box, where the lid lifts off. There you find the Barbie wrapped in tissue paper. There are no plastic covers, just the Barbie. I adore this Barbie.

I plan on asking for a new Barbie for my birthday and I have it narrowed down to two choices. Either Badgley Mischka Bride Barbie® or the
Chocolate Obsession™ Barbie® Doll. They're both beautiful dolls, but I'm leaning towards the Mischka doll. And no, it's not because I want to get married and have a dress like that. Though, if I was ever to marry, I would love that dress. Anyway, if anyone has an opinion on either of these Barbies, leave a comment. My birthday is months away, but I want to make sure Brian knows exactly which one I want.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Happily Un-Domesticated

This weekend Brian has to work, which leaves just Jordan and I for the weekend. It used to be that I had all the kids on the weekends Brian had to work. I don’t even remember when it changed. Of course, I wouldn’t remember because he hardly ever actually goes to Guard. He’s a big skipper. Regardless, I don’t have any big plans this weekend. The last time Brian had to work we went and had Jordan’s haircut and then looked at puppies. That’s when we found our precious Chloe. :)

This weekend, I’m afraid, will not be as fun. This weekend I need to clean the house. It really is kind of gross. I’ve been slacking lately. Seriously, not just this week but for months and months. I don’t know what has happened to me. I used to insist on cleaning the house every week. Not just go through and straighten things up, but really clean. Every night the dishes were put in the dishwasher before bed and after every load of laundry came out of the dryer the clothes were put away. Right now it’s been at least two weeks since the kitchen had a good cleaning and I don’t even know when I last mopped. The downstairs bathroom is really gross. Even the kids’ rooms are cluttered with toys that have been out since last time they were here. And I hate to admit this, but, I have a pile of laundry sitting on the chair.

So what has changed? Why do I go to bed with dishes left in the sink? That used to drive me insane! Why do I allow the clutter in the kitchen and front room? I don’t know. The only thing I can think of is that I have been concentrating on other, more important things. Rather than obsessing whether the house is perfectly clean I hang out with Brian and we watch movies or a TV show or go shopping. Sometimes we just go to bed early. When the kids are there I’m spending my time helping with homework, getting baths ready, and reading Harry Potter. When I’m by myself, I take advantage of the alone time. I have come to the conclusion that when you’re happy you don’t obsess about anything. When you’re happy, you don’t look for ways to stress out and you don’t freak out over things like dishes in the sink. I’m not saying that I don’t have break downs. I do. They just surface less often than they used to.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

The Exploding Cigar

Brian has a blog, but he's a horrible blogger. He never posts anything. That is until now. He finally has something new. It's been months and months, but he finally gave into his blogging needs and blogged.

When he first titled his blog, The Exploding Cigar, I told him he was a pervert. He told me I was a pervert because that's not what it means. If you're a perv too, you'll understand what I was thinking. It's just a prank cigar. I think. Whatever.

PS Our puppy is sooo cute. I love her. She's much better than the Beagle.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005


Yesterday I received my bonus at work, at least the remainder of the bonus. We received most of it in October when we sold the company. The part I received yesterday was for the last two months of the year. I was expecting the bonus to be very, very small. So small that I wouldn't even notice it. It was big enough to notice and now I get to go shopping this weekend with Brian. (The going with Brian is the best part. Ahhh.) Anyway, last night I had Brian take me to dinner at Applebee's. It was nice to get out. Even if it was only to Applebee's. Plus, steak and beer are never bad. It was steak night. Yes!

My manager at work was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She started chemo last month and of course with chemo comes hair loss. It was really hard to see her lose her hair. We knew she would, but actually seeing her hair start to thin out was difficult to take in. At least for me. The girls in my department all chipped in some money to buy a variety of different hats and scarves for her to wear. I was even able to hunt down a hat box to put everything in. I'm so glad we did that. She sent out a message saying we made tears come to her eyes when she found the box on her desk. That makes me happy. I always worry about her. I can't imagine her going through chemo even though she's such a strong person. She really is a great supervisor. One of the best I have ever known and I know she'll pull through fine. I'm glad we found a way to really show our support.

Well, unlike my favorite Canadian, we here in Idaho are experiencing wonderful weather, minus the few rain showers. I am so excited for spring. This March has the potential to be fabulous and I am ready. Not like last March. As Brian's mom said on Super Bowl, "this Super Bowl will be nothing like last Super Bowl." I say, this March will be nothing like last March. Not that we have any plans or anything, but I think that sounds perfect. Oh yes, and I'm getting my belly button pierced. That will be fun. Or painful, whatever. I just need to be good and stay on work out schedule. I skipped today. Stupid! I can skip one day, right?

All right, I'm finishing this post by saying that I'm almost caught up at work. I'm really freaked out about this. I have never been so close to having an empty inbox in both my office and my email. It's a little scary. I'm sure some weird incident will occur and throw me off, but nothings happened yet. Meaning--I'm almost caught up with all my stuff at work. What will I do?