Friday, March 31, 2006

Singin' the Blues

A little sad today. A very good friend is having marital troubles and I feel so bad for her.

I'm being a good listener but I wish there was more I could do. I'm pushing hard for her to go to counseling before walking away, but I'm not sure she will. Or worse, she'll stay but not get things fixed and then they'll end up living separate lives. I watched my brother and his ex-wife do that for years and it was horrible, painful and not at all helpful to their son. My friend does not have kids.

It certainly makes me very, very grateful for my wonderful husband. Our relationship is rock solid but that doesn't mean perfect. I really believe relationships involve compromise and making sure you consider the other person's feelings. Sometimes easier said than done but at other times, effortless.

What do you think makes a good, strong relationship? I think communication is really key, and making sure you understand what each other is saying they need.

P.S. Did anyone see celebrity gossip columnist Cindy Somebody on Tony Danza's talk show this a.m. with her crazy dogs? Yes, Tony Danza has a talk show, but don't worry, it's apparently just been cancelled. The man cannot string words together to form sentences.

Anyway, Cindy and her poochies Jazzy Jr. and Juicy were on the show and let me first say I am a dog lover - I have one and I adore most dogs. It's really her I have the problem with, and all people really, who treat their dogs like spoiled children instead of pets. Sure, I spoil Sampson on occasion with too many treats, but I don't let him take the car when I need it. Whaaaaaaaat? Apparently her dogs had a play date with Judge Judy's shit zhous (sp?) so she had her driver drive them over while she suffered in a cab to her engagment. She's seriously loony tunes. Jazzy Jr. peed on Judge Judy's fireplace so he won't be invited back for another play date. I wonder when they'll start making her sit in the time out chair.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Thursday Thirteen - Moving



I’m trying to psyche myself up for our impending move due to my husband’s job – it will be either Harrisburg, PA or Richmond, VA. Should find out which in the next two weeks. So, here are 13 good things about moving. *sigh*

1. Get to meet new people and hopefully make good friends


2. Get to explore a different city


3. Looking at homes for sale is fun


4. Get a piece of new jewelry (part of the “move contract” Husband and I have, lol)


5. Whether it’s PA or VA, I’ll still be closer to my best friend in Charlottesville, VA (obviously Richmond is my first pick)


6. If it’s VA, the weather will be more enjoyable than here (Ohio)


7. If it’s PA, I’ll still only be 3 ½ hrs. away from my aunt and many cousins in Pittsburgh


8. If it’s VA, we’ll only be a couple of hours away from my inlaws and this is actually a good thing – they’re great people


9. If it’s VA, we’d be in the same city as Husband’s sister who is moving to Richmond May 1st for her job (she works for a different company – what are the chances we’d BOTH move there?? Weird)


10. Husband is really, really nice to me for months after a move


11. As Husband climbs the ladder, each house gets nicer and nicer with each move


12. Husband will be getting a promotion which makes him happy which makes me happy and proud of him


13. Can’t really say it better than Forrest – Moving is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get. Here’s hoping they’re all caramels instead of that unidentifiable barely edible nougat stuff.


Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Wordless Wednesday #4


After my rants the past two days, I'm sure you appreciate my "wordlessness" today!


PLEASE ADD YOUR NAME ONLY IF YOU'RE PLAYING WORDLESS WEDNESDAY. Otherwise, please leave a comment!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Soapbox Day

Well, I hate to do this so soon after that last post, OK not really, but I'm getting up on my soapbox again today.

First thing - a guy was just convicted in Lithuania (we kicked him out of FL 3 years ago) for helping the nazis kill Jews. Why do these fuckers always go to Florida?? However, they determined he was too FRAIL to go to jail. What?! Really, that's so interesting because I'm sure many of his victims were too frail to be KILLED too, asshole.

Second thing - there was an obnoxious Letter to the Editor in the paper (The Columbus Dispatch) yesterday that I cannot stop thinking about. It was from a pharmacist - MALE - ranting about how he is not going to be forced to give women the "abortion" pill. Gee, when did that law get passed again that said ignorant men get to decide what's best for pregnant women?

I have such a problem with this. One, everything I've ever read about this subject is always by a MALE pharmacist who has a problem with dispensing this pill. Interesting, no? Two, why does a pharmacist get to decide whether or not someone gets a pill they are legally entitled to? Did phamacists all the sudden become God? And I say this having a mother who is a pharmacist. I asked her about this last year when this subject came up and her personaal feeling was that personal feelings shouldn't be brought into pharmacy. You have a job to do, a service to provide, if you don't want to perform get another job. Well said, Mother!

The letter writer in my paper went on to basically say so what if the woman is raped, she still doesn't deserve the pill because - wait for it - the child shouldn't be killed because of the crime of the father. He then ends with, "Why should the woman be allowed choice, but not the health-care professional?" Oh brilliant, gee, I hope we have more of these idiots out there. Why don't we just let pharmacists make ALL health care decisions. Hey, Ed over there doesn't look so sick to me so I'm just not gonna dispense his cancer meds this month. I would like to christen this pharmacist "King of the Ding Dongs."

OK, putting the soapbox away until at least tomorrow when someone else pisses me off. Have a great day!

Monday, March 27, 2006

Let Her Go Already

Did anyone see the NBC interview last night where Matt Lauer talked to Michael Schiavo (Terry Schiavo's husband)?

I was really irritated with Matt. He didn't show one iota of empathy to Michael. In fact, he seemed to be ttacking the man's decision to remove his wife's life support. He questioned Michael on whether Terry had "meant it" when she told him that she didn't want to be kept alive if anything had ever happened to her.

How can anyone answer such a hypothetical question? My husband and I have discussed this issue like probably every married couple and have both told each other, "pull the plug" if there is no hope beyond a persistent vegetative state. Who wants to live like that?? So if something should happen, God Forbid, am I supposed to second guess what he told me and wonder if he really meant it?

This whole issue is coming up again because both Michael and Terry's parents have books coming out within one day of each other. I think it's wrong for her parents to insist they would know what their daughter wanted even if she told her husband something different. I think about my relationship with my husband and there are definitely many subjects that we discuss that I have never discussed with my parents even though we are close. My parents know me as a "daughter" which is very different from knowing someone as a "spouse". Yet her parents had to get the President of the United States to interfer with a husband and wife's relationship. In the end, an autopsy confirmed that Terry would never recover and would always be in a vegetative state despite what her parents said.
The whole thing is just sad and I can't believe the debate is going to have to happen yet again because both sides had to write books about it for some unknown reason. No one can let this poor woman rest in peace.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Momma Said There'd Be Days Like These...

I missed a day of posting and I feel so disconnected! Literally and figuratively because I lost my wireless connection Thursday.

Had to spend a couple of hours on the phone with tech support - I put it off for an hour while I drank FOUR cups of coffee to fortify myself. It was 7 am or I would have been hitting the vodka. After trying on bathing suits, talking to tech support is second on my "I'd Rather Poke My Eye Out" list. At least this was our local internet service provider so I wasn't talking to someone in India with a made up American name like "Amanda" or "Phillip" that you know the asshat company forces them to use instead of their real, gasp, foreign name. Really, I don't get that because I don't care what they call themselves as long as I can understand them and they can help me.

So, I talk to one chick who is worthless AND she mumbles so I can't understand her even though she is American. She can't figure out the problem so insists it's a problem with my computer. I finally give up and go to Panera to get online -- and mainline more coffee -- and then call back in 10 mins. Luckily, I get On The Ball Dude who does finally help me out although I need a new wireless router - damn damn!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Wordless Wednesday #3


This is a painting we have that's my favorite. It's showing a popular street and well-visited city in the U.S. - can you guess what city it is??




**UPDATE**
OK, since you're all so smart, I may as well tell you that yes, it is New Orleans although it is Royal St. (off of Bourbon). Husband and I actually bought it in Hawaii, lol.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Rave Reviews for Me & Marley

****MOVE UPDATE****
Too funny - the interview is in the Charlotte, NC airport!! But there are two jobs open, PA and VA. Our first choice is VA because Husband's parents live there and my best friend lives only 1 1/2 hrs away from where the job would be. I can't even imagine what it would be like to move to a place where we'd actually know someone.
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If you have a pet or have ever loved one, read John Grogan’s Me & Marley. It’s currently #1 on the nonfiction bestseller’s list and definitely deserves to be. I started it at 8:30 p.m. last Thursday night and finished, sobbing, at 12:30 a.m. the next morning. I laughed a lot, too!

I could relate to some of Marley’s antics since I have a goofy, yellow lab myself. But in the end, the story is more about what the author learns from the dog which is to live each day to the fullest and that joy can be found in pretty much everything. Even, oh say, repeatedly breaking through every screen door the author ever installed.

I wasn’t crying because something terrible happens to the dog – he has a wonderful life with a family who loves him despite his bad behavior. I was crying because it’s such a beautiful, well-written story and it made me think about one day having to let my beloved Sampson go. He’s only six so I hope we have many happy years ahead of us. He is truly my lifesaver and I’m sure I’d be on Prozac and God knows what else without him.

When I started crying in bed reading this book, silently I thought, he woke up from a deep sleep in his bed on the floor. He got up and moved as close as he could to my side of the bed. Of course, this made me cry even more – he was comforting me even though sleep ranks #2 in his Dog Book of Joy (eating is #1). I know how silly it is to cry about losing him in the future when I have him healthy and happy to enjoy now. Yet I couldn’t make myself stop.

He came into my life when I desperately needed him even though I didn’t know that until he became such a part of my life that I can’t imagine a day without him. And that’s one special dog.

Has anyone else read this book or read a book that really touched your heart?

Monday, March 20, 2006

To Kill A Mockingbird

It's happening, it's happening!! And I KNEW it. I told Husband on Friday that I had a premonition, a feeling, an itch - I just knew we were going to hear something, and today we did. I'll have my 900 number up and running soon folks, so don't despair.

Beep Beep Beep - that's me backing up to the beginning. I've mentioned several times that there have been all sorts of rumors about Husband and I moving. These birds have been singing on and off for about three months and Friday I guess I heard a parrot screaming "You're moving! You're moving! ha ha ha"

Husband calls me today and says he was just told to be in Charlotte, NC on Wednesday for The Big Meeting. Then the bomb drops - of course, this doesn't mean the job is in Charlotte, oh no, that's just where all the people that need to be in on this can easily get to on this particular Wednesday. WTF?? Yes, that's right, Husband's interviewing in a day in a half but doesn't know exactly what job he's interviewing for or where the job will be. Gotta love Assclowns Are Us Corporation. They make it so easy to bash them. And btw, don't you just love how I'm incorporating "asshat" and/or "assclown" into every post now?

So, I'm happy Husband has a good chance at a promotion, but as I JUST mentioned in my Weekend Sum Up post, on Friday we had the most fun we've had since moving here (a whole year and a half ago). So, it just makes sense that we have to say goodbye to these people that we were becoming good friends with. I'm feeling a little bittersweet here...hmm, bittersweet reminds me of chocolate and now is a great time to eat some, see ya

Monday Memory #4

I was trying to think of a happy memory for today, and the first one that came to mind was the day I took my last college final.

I can remember walking on the quad afterward, going back to my dorm room to pack up and leave the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana FOREVER. The sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue on a beautiful day in May. I was so happy to be done with four years of college and ready to get on with my life. I already had a job waiting for me at Big Asshat Insurance Company where I would end up slogging away for 10 long years before coming to my senses.

I specifically remember stopping on the quad and turning in a circle, looking at the sky and the buildings I would never go into again, telling myself to enjoy the moment and to remember it forever. I felt elated, joyous, and relieved.

Do you remember how you felt when you finished high school or college?


Sunday, March 19, 2006

Weekend Sum Up

Good Weekend!

Friday night we went to a new friend's house who was having a wine tasting - it was NOT as "frou frou" as it sounds. I mean, we were drinking wine out of paper bags! Everyone brought two bottles and she put them in paper bags so we couldn't see what they were and then we had to guess Merlot, Chardonnay, Grape Juice, etc.

I'm not a huge wine drinker so I stuck to my martoonies, thank you very much. It was the most fun Husband and I have had since moving here 1 1/2 years ago. Pathetic, I know, but good, fun friends aren't easy to come by. I just hope they won't forget about us when we move away. They know we're moving but I've purposely kept it very vague, just saying "sometime this year" (which is really all I know anyway!) Plus, we'll be back in about 3 years as this is where Asshat Corporate Headquarters are.

Saturday night we went to a surprise birthday party at a nice restaurant for a guy Husband works with. His wife planned the whole thing and did a great job - she didn't make it a "work" thing. In other words, she didn't invite his boss or anyone just because of their job title. Instead, she kept it small and invited only people she knew her husband would enjoy spending time with. Wow, what a novel concept! Love it.

I didn't know anyone and was a bit uncomfortable 'cause I hate making small talk but I was proud of myself for really trying. Usually I stick to Husband like glue and he is nice enough not to mind, but last night I left his side for pretty much the entire night so he could talk to "the guys" while I mingled with the ladies.

Weekend Observation: Why is it a rule in Catdom that all puking must occur on carpet, preferably in at least three different places, and preferably while their people are still in bed sleeping off their hangovers?? Bad kitties, bad!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Not an Asshat Clown Among 'Em


Happy St. Patrick's Day People!

OK, I'm not Irish, far from it, but from what I know about those Irish - they don't turn anyone down who wants to drink with them and that makes them pretty darn cool in my book. In fact, they're the opposite of "asshats" or "assclowns" - my two new favorite words. (Heard "assclown" last night on that new sitcom set in Chicago called "The Loop".)

Not sure if I should have hypenated those words like "ass-clown" or if they should be two separate words, "ass" and "hat" for example. Any ideas 'cause I hate to be grammatically incorrect when I curse??

But, this post was supposed to be about St. Patty's Day - yippee, an excuse to drink with friends! And, Husband and I actually have friends to drink with, I'm SO excited. We've been invited to a little par-tay and I'm really looking forward to getting to know some people better that we've recently met. 'Cause it's now or never since I suspect we'll be moving shortly. *sigh*

Anyhoo, what is everyone doing to celebrate St. Patrick's Day?

I'd like to leave you with this little Irish proverb I'm awfully fond of, goes something like this:

"What butter and whiskey will not cure, there is not cure for."

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Thirteen Things I Wish


I wish...

  1. Superdog Sampson will live forever.
  2. that I could find something I enjoy doing, could continue doing when we move every 2-3 years, and oh yea, get paid for! Any ideas and no I'm not gonna hook!
  3. I didn't cringe and get so self-conscious when people ask me what I do.
  4. I wasn't so shy.
  5. I knew when we were moving, supposedly before summer.
  6. I knew WHERE we were moving, even a general idea - West Coast, East Coast, Mars.
  7. I could lose the 5 freakin' pounds I've been trying to lose for 4 months! I suck.
  8. I was a better Aunt and saw my nephew in Tampa more.
  9. Husband goes very far with this Company after everything they've put us through.
  10. I was more creative.
  11. there wasn't so much anger in this world.
  12. I was more motivated to do something, anything.
  13. I saw the glass half full.


Wordless Wednesday #2




Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Lollipop Head Engaged??

This little news tidbit was too good to pass up:

Harrison Ford has reportedly proposed to longtime girlfriend Calista Flockhart. The action hero hid an engagement ring in a bakery bag so the actress would discover it as she took a croissant. "When Calista reached in the bag, she found a gorgeous 2-carat diamond from Tiffany's," a spy told In Touch Weekly.

OK, first of all, we know Calista, aka "Lollipop Head," would never and I mean EVER voluntarily eat a crossiant. In fact, I propose the woman doesn't actually eat food. I think she just goes to the doctor once a week for intravenous fluid that keeps her barely alive.

Second, you're trying to tell me that MEGA star Harrison Ford, who has his own Indiana Jones doll for the love of God, can't afford to give Lollipop Head more than 2-carats of diamonds? Please!

In fact, Flockhart's reps have said the story is false and the two have no plans to wed. Yea, I could have told you that. For even more fun today, Google "Calista, lollipop head" and see what happens!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Monday Memory #3


The Time My Mother Found My Birth Control Pills

Oh, the naivete of youth! I was home for a weekend during college and had brazenly left my little packet of birth control pills on my nightstand in my bedroom.

I didn't see any need to hide them because my mother was a pharmacist. So I stupidly assumed she'd be PROUD of me for being responsible and taking care of things on my own.

Ah, no. Because she was a mother before she was a pharmacist and the "mother" reacted, not the pharmacist. Oops. Needless to say, she was quite upset and a BIG lecture occurred.

The funny thing was, about 5 or 6 years later she handed me a big brown paper bag and said, "Don't open it until you get home." I was at my parents' house for dinner. So, curiousity aroused, I tore into the bag as soon as I left their street. Oh my God!! It was a bag full of condoms. And not just regular 'ol condoms but brightly colored ones and all sorts of variations I won't go into.

Come to find out she had just been in Las Vegas at a big pharmacy convention - and this is what she brings home to her daughter. I guess she figured I was beyond redemption so she better make sure I was as prepared as possible. To this day we never talk about "that bag."

Links to other Monday Memories (If you participate, drop me a line in the comments & I'll link you up)
Kdubs
Kimmy
Uisce
Lady Bug
Shelli
Courtney
Norma
Rowan
Jen

Friday, March 10, 2006

Muffin Update

Thanks to all of you who read my early morning post this am! It's now 5pm and I'm having a brief rest while the kitchen floor dries from a much needed mop. Why does my dog lick the floor even when there is no food on it?? Drives me crazy! Is it just a lab thing or do all dogs do that?

The muffins turned out well (had to sample one just to be sure, hee hee). They were much more of a challenge than they should have been, however as I forgot the bananas. Yep, BANANA Walnut muffins and I forgot to put them in until I had already filled up the muffin tins. Bleep bleep bleeping muffins! So, I just scooped all the batter back in the bowl, stirred in the bananas and put the mess back in the damn tins.

Oh, and in the midst of my busy day the door rings and I receive a big boquet of hot pink roses from my wonderful husband for no reason at all. I love that man!

I also prepared a sausage egg casserole for tomorrow morning and a fruit salad that will have a vanilla yogurt Grand Marnier sauce. Then I made a yummy Raspberry Vinaigrette dressing and candied walnuts for a salad with Boston Red lettuce, strawberries and goat cheese.

So, here's the Menu!
Bruschetta
Pork tenderloins with onions, sundried tomatoes and prosciuttoin in white wine cream sauce
Roasted potatoes and onions with Asiago, romano and parmesan cheeses
Green Beans Amandine
Above Salad
Graeter's Black Raspberry Chocolate Chunk ice cream (so famous Oprah used to have it flown to Chicago. I guess that was when she was heavier.)

Everyone have a great weekend!

Sleepless in Columbus

Yea, so as much as I wish I was Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks was sweeping me off my feet, I'm sleepless not delusional. Darn.

3 am and I can't sleep. I know it's because we're having company for the weekend and I'm stressed about getting all of the cooking and cleaning done. I drive my husband crazy with how stressed out I can get about things like this. But he makes it worse by saying stupid comments like, "Don't fuss. It will all work out." Well sure it will all work out, once I MAKE it work out by planning the menus, buying the food, making what I can ahead of time, cleaning, coming up with activities for us to do, making dinner reservations, etc. Stupid man! He doesn't realize how close I come to smacking him when he says things like that.

I am usually very organized (I love making lists so I can check things off!) and way too much of a perfectionist (someone might notice if I don't dust!). I got off track yesterday though, because I was helping a friend with a project and didn't get one thing done on MY list. Grrrrrrrrr. But, it is more important to help friends than to make Banana Walnut muffins, right? I would rather people remember me for being a good friend than a good cook. Actually, it would be nice if they think BOTH things when the think of me...

If you're still reading, you're a real blogger friend - thank you! I think I can get some sleep now even though I really should go make those muffins.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Thirteen Things About How I Met My Husband

Thirteen Things About How I Met My Husband

1. It was a blind date.

2. Although we both worked at the same company I had never even seen him (or didn’t notice if I had, oops) but he later said he knew exactly who I was.

3. A mutual friend got him to call me by telling him she’d already told me he would.

4. We got engaged after only 3 ½ months of dating. (I was 30 and he was 28, we KNEW and it was wildly romantic.)

5. My brother’s nasty now EX-wife was so sure we wouldn’t last that she refused to name us as their son’s legal guardian. (I’m his only aunt and he has no uncles, yet she insisted he go to some cousin my nephew doesn’t even know. Beeyatch, we don’t miss you.)

6. We’ve been married 6 ½ years.

7. The evening he proposed he sprinkled rose petals in a trail from the front door to the dining room table where there was a big bouquet of red roses.

8. I had just gotten home from a week long cruise with girlfriends. He came to the airport to pick us all up and passed them a note behind my back that said “Don’t come into the house when we get back.”

9. He had the ring in its box hidden on the floor behind a plant, ready to whip out as he was proposing.

10. My cats found the box beforehand and started batting it around. By the time he noticed, they had left several bite marks on the box. I found that hysterical and have kept the box to this day.

11. He picked the ring out himself and did an amazing job – princess cut center stone with a trillion on each side set in platinum.

12. I love him even more now than I did then and I didn’t think that was possible.

13. Several years before I met my husband, a Tarot card reader in New Orleans told me I’d meet a man that would put me on a pedestal. I did.

If you posted a Thursday Thirteen today, let me know and I'll be sure to stop by. Thanks for reading mine!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Wordless Wedensday #1

Links to other Wordless Wednesdays
  1. Kdubs
  2. Confessions of a Busy Mom
  3. DeBamBam
  4. Friday's Child
  5. Frog Legs
  6. I Want to be Donna Reed
  7. Killired
  8. Lady Bug Crossing
  9. Maremagnum
  10. Peace of Mind
  11. Ramblings of a Wife and Mom
  12. The Martin Times
  13. Then What Happened?
  14. Trying to Catch Up
  15. Wendy
  16. Whiskey Talking

I Got Nothing

Yea so I have nothing interesting to say today so's here a little quiz I took to amuse myself... It's called "What Part of Fall are You".


You Are Changing Leaves
Pretty, but soon dead.
Take the quiz yourself and let me know What Part of Fall Are You?

Monday, March 06, 2006

Monday Memory #2 - The Tooth Fairy

I remember when my Dad told me about the time I was so upset because the Tooth Fairy had failed to show up. Perhaps she was off cavorting with the Easter Bunny.

He said I came out of my bedroom nearly in tears because the Tooth Fairy had forgotten me. Dad had to think fast…He followed me into the bedroom and while I was apparently wailing and carrying on he simultaneously slid his left hand under my pillow grabbing my tooth while depositing a dime on the floor with his right hand. (Yes, one thin dime, people. I know some kids that get $5 these days! No way am I THAT old, gotta be inflation.)

“Why here it is!” he shouted, pointing at the dime. “See, you must have knocked it on the floor when you got up.” I apparently bought that and all was well.


My Dad told me this story just a couple of years ago and we laughed and laughed. Dads are such heroes to little girls, no matter if the little girl grows up, gets married, moves away and has a family of her own - she'll always be "daddy's little girl". I love you Dad!

Monday Memories I Read...If you posted one, let me know and I'll add you.

  1. Lady Bug
  2. Norma
  3. Lazy Daisy
  4. Shelli
  5. Snickerdoodles

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Weekend Wrap Up

Three Things that Bugged Me This Weekend

Ok, a little update here - I'm not doing so well on my Lenten resolution to have more patience. *sigh* It's just so dang hard when there are so many stupid people out there.

1. For example, in Missouri two public library branches moved a children's book about two male penguins raising a baby penguin to the nonfiction section after parents complained it had homosexual undertones. Personally, I think these parents should be forced to wear t-shirts saying "I overreact often and I'm prejudiced" in front of their children. In case you'd like to check this terribly harmful book out, it's called "And Tango Makes Three". It's based on a true story about penguins Roy and Silo (Oh my God, they're both MALE), who adopt an abandoned egg at the Central Park Zoo in New York City in the 1990s. Those dirty boys!

2. The second annoying thing that happened is that the Arnold Classic is in town. The Guvinator himself is even attending. This means my town has been overrun by over-pumped pill-popping creatine swigging neandrethals. This has prevented Husband and I from being able to go try this amazing homemade ice cream at a store downtown because there is no parking anywhere! These Arnold worshippers are supposed to be healthy - why aren't they walking everywhere? Why are the driving and taking all the parking spaces within miles of Jeni's Ice Creams??? I had been looking forward to trying this ice cream for weeks - it's become nationally known for it's deliciousness and unique flavors, the most popular being Salty Caramel. They've become so popular you can now buy their ice cream online but it ain't cheap (it can be shipped to you for a mere $75 or $8.33 per PINT.) Some flavors include:

• Salty Caramel
• Dark Cocoa Gelato
• Dark Cocoa Peppermint
• Bitter Orange Caramel
• Goat's Cheese with Figgy Conserve
• Lavendar and Wild Blueberry
• Berries and Burgundy Sorbet

Worth it I'm sure, but how the hell would I know?? Sure, I could wait until next weekend but as we know, I have a patience problem.

3. Ok, last thing 'cause even I'm sick of my whining at this point. Husband insisted (really, he did!) that I replace the bad karma bracelet I returned. I was very excited and dragged him to FIVE jewelry stores on Saturday. Poor man, I'm sure he'd rather hammer a nail into his hand, but HE doesn't have a patience problem like me. Well, I saw many lovely things but I didn't find anything I thought was a good enough value to actually pull the trigger on. Everything seemed way overpriced (even for jewelry which has like a 200% markup) and I just couldn't justify parting with the money. But, I will continue my search and I'm sure you're gonna have to hear about it...

Friday, March 03, 2006

Green is So Pretty - I love the Color Green!

OH, I'm such a dork. I freely admit it. May as well revel in it!

I just saw this headline online, "Stars to Arrive at Oscars in Green Cars". So what do YOU think it means?

I thought it was some special theme this year, hey St. Patty's day is right around the corner ya know. They're all going to be getting out of green limos, cool! Or, maybe the green theme as in "the color of money" since they're all rolling in it and they want to flaunt it in the faces of us poor folk.

No El Stupido, green as in "clean", environmentally clean. Apparently, it's the fourth annual "Red Carpet, Green Cars" event sponsored by Toyota Motor Corp. and the environmental organization Global Green USA. Woo hoo. 25 starts like Jennifer Aniston and George Clooney are participating.

I'm more interested to see if Jennifer will run into lying Brad "Oh no, I didn't cheat" Pitt and Whore of the World Jolie-Slut on the red carpet.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

My Nephew Nicholas

I wanted to share something about the picture I posted yesterday of me and my nephew Nicholas, who is 8.

My brother John is my only sibling and Nicholas is his only child so I just have one nephew and I absolutely adore him. He looks just like my brother except with red hair instead of black. Sometimes it freaks me out to look at him because I totally see my brother when we were young.

Last year Nicholas was diagnosed with ADD/ADHD which really wasn't a surprise but the "official" diagnosis brought up the medication question. In the end, he did start taking medicine and wow, what a difference. I know it's different for all kids but it really helped my nephew. He absolutely could not sit still for any length of time, had a ton of tantrums, couldn't focus, was doing horrible in school, etc.

I saw him at Christmas about two months after he started taking the medicine and he was still himself but so much happier. I could tell he just felt much more comfortable in his own skin. He actually sat down and played checkers and cards with me for hours and colored pictures. I couldn't believe it! He would NEVER do these things with me before and now it's so obvious that he couldn't (due to his inabilty to focus) rather than he just didn't want to.

He was so, so excited about this picture he and I colored and I was so proud of him. He's doing better in school, especially with reading. He's really had a rough couple of years. My brother and Nicholas' mom divorced after 7 years of a very rocky marriage. Within two years, both got remarried and Nicholas' mom had a baby a couple of months ago. So all of that on top of ADD was really a lot for him to handle. He has such a sweet personality and I'm so glad he's getting to show that off now!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Thirteen Pictures I Like


Thirteen Pictures I like
  1. Superdog Sampson Yawning

















2. Husband and I in Oahu



















3. Fat Cat #1 Spenser



















4. Fat Cat #2 Hobbes












5. Sampson Christmas 2005














6. Best Gal Pal Kira















7. Nephew Nicholas (8) with Sampson
and my Dad



















8. Me and Nick, brother John (his Dad)



















9. Spring Last Year - Where is it now??
















10. Sampson & Puppy Pal Lucy the Westie


















11. Me (left) & best buds from high school 20 years later












12. Friends from above at a "tea party" in GA















13. Spring Break circa 1985. I'm top left. Yipes

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What Would You Do If...

And I thought yesterday was stressful... (no word on where we're moving or when btw)

I shot out of bed this morning at 5 a.m. grabbing at my own bare wrist, panting, incoherent, and hopping from foot to foot.

Bad dream? no.

Spider bite? no.

Slept on my wrist wrong plus I really had to pee? no

Realized my 2 day old very expensive diamond bracelet was missing? f&%@ yes!

I fled the bedroom before Husband got out of the shower so I could search the house. Maybe I could find it without him ever knowing it was gone - if it was even in the house. heh heh

Got busted coming back in the bedroom empty handed. Shamefully confessed - we hadn't even scheduled it on the insurance policy yet! Background: husband got a nice bonus from work and after buying himself some suits felt so guilty (I don't know why, I wouldn't have!) that he actually offered to buy me jewelry - this NEVER happens.

So, we tear the bed apart searching...clothes hamper gets emptied next...coat closet follows...couch cushions fly through the air - I was really hopeful on this one.

No luck. As Huband's walking out the door and I'm drinking my sixth cup of coffee 'cause it's too early for vodka he shouts, "Tell me that you love me!" and brandishes the bracelet he picked up off the floor. The floor!

10:00 a.m. finds me at the store returning the sparkly inciter of agony. I just couldn't look at that thing on my wrist anymore with any joy. Yep, I know I'm a weirdo but I didn't trust the clasp after that and indeed when I returned it, the jewelry store manager checked it and said it was defective. Of course he tried to push me into letting them put a different clasp on for free, but by then I was just done with the thing. Bad karma vibes were radiating off it and we all know that karma, she's a bitch.