Friday, December 29, 2006

Conversations with a 2 (almost 3) year old (2nd in a series)

The little darling will be 3 two weeks from Saturday (my Epiphany baby!), and has yet to really sit on the potty, let alone do anything in the potty. The pressure from the in-laws is really heating up to get this taken care of. Hey, it's not my fault he seems scared of the thing. Really, when you step back and look at either the potty chair or the 'big person' toilet, they don't look all that appealing. I can't really blame him for not wanting any part of it. But he is really at the age now that we should be making the attempt to get him interested (although I've decided we're just going to have to resort to bribery), so I try to introduce the topic, and things related to the topic, as often as possible.

At 40 inches, he's too tall now to lay comfortably on the changing table. He's gotten into the habit of propping himself up on his elbows when he's on the table, so that his head doesn't hang over the edge, and he's very casual about looking down to watch you go about the business of changing his diaper. This happened the other day, and I thought 'What the heck'

Me: "W.T., this is your penis. This is where your pee pee comes from. When Daddy was little, he called it his 'pee-pee tail'."

W.T.: "Penis," he repeats, as he jiggles his knees back and forth, fascinated by how it moves.

Me: (In my best proud-Mommy voice) "Yes! Very good!"

Fast-forward a few days to Christmas Eve. I spent the afternoon with my best friend, hanging out, exchanging gifts and all that. The husband calls on the cell phone, sounding a little shaken. He'd taken a shower. When he got out, he realized there wasn't any clean underwear, so he'd thrown some in the wash and was waiting for it to dry. In general, this is not an uncommon occurrence; it happens to everyone. What makes this a unique situation with my husband is that he will walk around un-clothed (but WITH socks on - I know, probably more than you wanted to know...) until the clean skivvies are ready...

Him: "... so I was sitting at the computer..."

Me: "You were sitting naked in the chair at the computer? Did you put a towel down first, or were you sitting directly on the chair?"

Him: "That doesn't matter..."

Me: "Yes it does! I need to know, so I can put a towel on the chair the next time I sit there, if you didn't have one down while you were sitting there!"

Him: "Anyway, I was sitting there, and W.T. came up beside me, pointed at me down there, and said 'pe-nis... tickle, tickle, tickle...' "

These are the moments we'll cherish...

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

This is the last post on the pink slippers (maybe)

Here they are, ladies and gentlemen. I know you've been dying to get a glimpse of them. Yes, that is the price tag under the black blotch. The marker didn't quite completely cover the cost, so I know that the in-laws spent at least $19.99 on me this year.

The incomparable Rose has agreed to give my battery-powered footwear a good home, so today they were sent on their way to the City of Brotherly Love (that is Philadelphia, right?). During the course of our communication back and forth regarding this, Rose stated "I get looks when I take out the trash in do-me pumps, I can only IMAGINE the admiring glances with these!" Rose, WE WANT TO SEE PICTURES, PLEASE!!

I do actually have some thoughts on the slippers, and what they say about the relationship I have with my in-laws... but I'm tired, and the alarm starts buzzing at 5:30am. So for now, you'll have to be satisfied with the picture.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Deja Vu, part deux (see below)

At least...  at least this year's vibrating slippers are a nice, girly shade of pink, so I can feel like a princess while my anxieties are being massaged away by battery-operated faux suede...

Monday, December 25, 2006

Deja Vu

Dinner is over. The dishes are cleared. The ham was a big success, and dessert is coming soon.

The presents are unwrapped, and the husband is installing batteries in the little boy's new toys as we speak.

I just can't build it up any further. I can't make you wait for the climax of this post...

I shit you not, I got ANOTHER pair of VIBRATING SLIPPERS this year. Last year, they came from my brother-in-law and his wife; this year, they came from my father-in-law and his wife

What IS IT with these people?

Sunday, December 24, 2006

From our little corner of the world to yours, may your holidays be filled with...
... peace
.... love
... joy
... happiness
Now and in the new year.

Friday, December 22, 2006

I am evil.

Most of you already know that, because I don't want to drag a 3-year old over the river and through the woods (... no, wait... that's Thanksgiving, isn't it?), I told the in-laws we'd have the annual Christmas gathering at our house this year. Obviously, this was not a lucid moment.

I am off work today (the last precious vacation day until they start piling up again on Jan 2, 2007), and have to go fight the crowds at the Super Wal-mart for groceries, after my doctors appt.

Oh... my... God.

What was I thinking???

Why am I evil? Last night, laying in bed, I thought "I wonder what would happen to all of them if I loaded up the macaroni and cheese with some of the Fiber-sure powder stuff you can buy now? (Because if this plan was executed, I, of course, would not be partaking of the macaroni & cheese, which wouldn't be suspicious because I'm diabetic, after all, and mac & cheese is loaded with carbs.) Or maybe a laxative?" But then they would think it was my cooking, and I can't have them thinking I'm a terrible cook.

I bet they wouldn't come back, though...

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Sorry about the Day-glo green

Blogger Beta (why did I 'upgrade' to that again?) didn't like the purple and orange, something about my html tags not being proper (oh my!), which is far beyond my computer-comprehension.
I'm working on something better (hopefully).
I, personally, wouldn't mind the green, if it weren't for the huge side-margins.  That wasted space just drives me ape-shit.
Until then, complimentary sunglasses will be distributed for those of you faithful enough to continue reading.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Fw: ANNA is online now, waiting for your reply, Russian dating

It's always an adventure, coming to work Monday morning and reading the e-mails that have come in over the weekend....

----- Forwarded by Ruth/Casa de Insurance/US on 12/18/2006 08:10 AM -----

          "ANNA Pavlova" <>
          12/15/2006 05:38 PM





ANNA is online now, waiting for your reply, Russian dating

hello there! Id like to tell a a little about myself. By character I am sensitive, romantic, sometimes passionate, sometimes down-to-earth, serious and playful with a great sense of humor and a loving heart. I believe in miracle and think we should be sensitive to beautiful moments in life. I am kind, tolerant to people, understanding and never hypocritical. I am very active, young lady loving life and
everything that surrounds me every day. If you like sport, be ready for an active life with hiking, camping, swimming. I love music and dancing. Most of all I value decency in a man, his hearfulness, his ability to understand, to be trustworthy in relationship. I feel that only kind, caring and reliable, sincere and faithful man able to win my heart. He should have decent heart and a bright sense of humor, similarity
of interests and having something more to show me. Partnership is the main principle for me, where both of the partners support, understand and complete each other. I am sure it'll make our relationship strong and successful for many more years.

May I ask few questions to you, if you're interested in me?
1) What are you searching for in a woman who's next to you?
2) What are your plans about visiting Russia?
3) Do you prefer to have correspondence or to have a talk by the phone?
4) Do you want to build a family and what is the most important thing for you in building it?
5) Are you ready to start something new with me?

Please, I am waiting for your response to

What do you think about it?

Friday, December 15, 2006

I promised myself when I started this blog that I wasn’t going to turn it into a big, whiny rant about how much weight I have to lose, and how hard it is to lose it. Let’s face it… you don’t want to read that, because you probably don’t really care (and it’s okay to admit that, you won’t hurt my feelings), and I don’t want to write about it (most of the time), because I’m sick of even thinking about it.

But here’s the thing…

I’m fat.

There. I said it. I am long-past ‘chubby’, ‘full-figured’, or ‘pleasingly plump’. It’s out in the open for the world now to see, and I can’t take it back.

I don’t make excuses for my fatness. I don’t blame others. I joke about my fatness. I dress appropriately for my size; you will never see me in a belly shirt or hip-hugger jeans. I own my fatness, and you won’t ever see me on the news, suing McDonald’s because I can’t stay away from the bacon, egg & cheese bagel they serve for breakfast now.

I don’t mean to belabor the point, but just so there’s no mistake:

• I am not fat because I feel as if my 16 year old birth-mother ‘rejected’ me by surrendering me for adoption when I was an infant (because I don’t).
• I am not fat because my (adopted) mother had serious psychological problems, which led to her having three nervous breakdowns during her lifetime.
• I am not fat because my father never had tea parties with me while I was growing up.
• I am not fat because I didn’t get a ‘Chatty-Cathy’ doll for Christmas when I was 6.
• I am not fat because no one asked me to the Homecoming dance in 10th grade.
• I am not fat because my brother seems to have forgotten that I exist.

If you’ve ever had a weight problem, or maybe even if you haven’t, then you’ll understand when I say that I’ve always had a magic number in my head; that number that I use to tell myself ‘Well, as long as I don’t weigh this much, I’m fine.’ Thanks to the miracle of losing – gaining – losing – gaining, I’ve hit that magic number more than once. Believe me; I am not proud of or happy about this fact.

The simple fact of the matter is:

• I am fat because I snuck food into my room as a child.
• I am fat because, while working at McDonald’s as a teenager, I took full advantage out of the fact that I could eat there for free while I was working.
• I am fat because I haven’t taken proper care of myself as an adult.
• I am fat because I indulge myself.

I’ve heard it all…

“But you have such a pretty face.” (Give me a nickel for every time this one has come up…)
“You’d be so much prettier if you’d reduce.” (A direct quote from my great-grandmother when I was little… no love lost there when she died my freshman year of high-school.)
“Ruth, are you pregnant?” (At my mother’s funeral, just 2 months after I’d gotten married, from a close family friend, to which I responded “No, Mrs. Hamilton, I’m just fat.”)
“You just wouldn’t be the same you if you were thin!” (From a woman at my church that I’ve known all my life.)

Why do people think that it’s okay, that it’s acceptable, to say things like this to someone that’s overweight? In case anyone is wondering, it’s not. I’d never dream of going up to an ugly person and saying “You just wouldn’t be the same you if you were attractive!” Just so you know.

As comfortable as I am with my size, there is a thin girl inside me, screaming to be let free. I’ve dieted. I’ve taken pills. I’ve gone to Weight Watchers. I used to have a membership to a women-only health club, and to the YMCA. I’ve gone to aerobics class. I own Richard Simmons’ Disco Sweat video. I even went through a little binge-purge phase (which obviously had no affect). I look around me, especially at the people I work with, and see so many people that have had ‘the surgery’, and they all look great. Top that off with finding out that 1) the insurance would cover it and 2) they can do the surgery by laparoscopy (so no big, ugly scar) makes it a very tempting possibility. About an hour of surgery and the pounds would just melt away. Instant results… instant gratification… a whole new wardrobe, just from the ‘thin’ clothes already hanging in the closet… no endless hours on the treadmill… no constant thought about what I’m going to put in my mouth next…

But I can’t.

Because for me, it would be a cop-out. For me, it would be giving up. It would be admitting defeat. It would mean that the fat girl won. This battle has been raging for 37 years now, but I’m just not ready to let her win.

I’ve lost weight before. I know I can do it again. I know I can summon the willpower to start the fight anew (cue the theme from ‘Rocky’ here). When I let myself really think about it, I find that I’m scared to start this whole process again.

I lost weight before, then my mom died, and it all came back and then some.

I lost weight again, after being diagnosed with the Diabetes, and then I got pregnant and had a baby. Ironically, it wasn’t until after my son was born that I really started to gain the weight back.

And each time the weight comes back, there’s even more of it. So I start again, and the weight starts to come off… what’s going to happen this time, to make it all come back? What am I going to lose? Who am I going to lose? What great catastrophe will flash down from above on the end of a lightning bolt to shake up my world this time? The thought scares me.

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm afraid to let the thin girl out. There's a whole other world of things that thins girls have to deal with. Being fat means being safe. Being fat means being able to fly under the radar, because people don't pay much attention to the fat girls.

I have to let that thought go; I can’t let it stop me from finally doing what I need to do… for myself, and for my son, so that I can at least see him graduate from high school.

So here I go. Back to endless hours on the treadmill (which I’m still considering trading in for a stationary bike). Back to keeping a diary of everything that goes in my mouth, because that’s the only way I’ll be honest with myself about what I’m eating. Back to being so strict with myself that it irritates the husband.

All so the thin girl can be set free.

All because I won’t let myself take the easy way out.

Anyone want some carrots?

Monday, December 11, 2006

The Christmas spirit, I think is sssssllllllooooowwwwwlllllyyyyyy starting to seep into the house of Ruth (although I still probably won't be sending out cards).

About a month ago, I caught myself saying to my father-in-law "We thought we'd have Christmas dinner for everyone at our house this year!" Granted, there are only 6 of us, plus the boy, so it's not too large of a gathering. As the day looms ever-closer, though, I'm plagued with the thought of "What the hell was I thinking???"

The tree has been finished for about an hour, and the boy has already gotten time out for trying to pull the lights off.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...."

Sunday, December 10, 2006

I had the privilege tonight of talking to Rose (did we really talk for an hour?!?!) We've been talking about talking for a while now, but here's the thing...

I'm so shy, I'm almost backwards. It's one thing to post these entries, when I can write and edit and write some more, and make sure it's just so and perfect before it gets thrown out there for the world to see. It's another matter altogether, though, to speak to someone face-to-face, or phone-to-phone, where there's no delete button, or backspace key, and when stopping to collect a thought might come across as an awkward pause in conversation. I agonized all afternoon, as the husband and I finished the Christmas shopping, about whether or not I should call. I drove him insane chattering on and on about it, but he just kept calmly responding 'What's the big deal? Just call her when we get home.'

So I picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and dialed. It might sound silly, but for me, calling someone who for all purposes is a stranger is like bungee jumping, or pushing the speedometer needle of my car up past 75 mph, or driving through the bad part of town. I'm not a risk taker at all, and I don't make friends easily because I'm just not that comfortable with myself. I don't like to draw attention to myself. I like to fly under the radar if at all possible.

I don't say these things to pump myself up, or to make it sound as if Rose should feel lucky and grateful that I deigned to spend an hour of my evening with her. Not at all.

When we said our goodbyes, I couldn't believe that we'd talked for just over an hour. Forgive me for sounding cliche, but we both agreed that it was like starting a conversation in the middle. I didn't feel awkward at all, which is really saying something for me. It was, I thought, a great conversation; one that was long overdue.

And I hope it won't be the last one.

So thanks, Rose. The first thing the husband said when I hung up the phone was 'See, I told you it would be fine.' I hate it when he knows he's right about something. I hope you had a good time dancing tonight. I hope when you got home, there wasn't a message waiting from the Va Va Voom, calling you into work for tomorrow morning. And if there was, and you go, I hope the patrons are kind. I hope the last vestiges of your cold are gone soon. I hope Santa leaves those thigh-high boots under the tree (I give you tremendous credit for having the chutzpah, and the balance, to be able to walk in those!).

I'm giving serious thought now to replacing my treadmill with a stationary bike (As a start. My ass will have to be considerably smaller before you see me out on the trail!). I'll let you know how that turns out.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Fwd: Fw: Happy Sign-Off Day

The system testing that we do here at the Casa de Insurance runs in cycles of anywhere from four to six weeks for a project, which means that every four to six weeks we have a big deadline for the projects we're working on, and have to send an official sign off, saying that all our testing has been completed.
It's really not as glamourous as I make it sound.
Today is the last sign off for 2006 at the Casa de Insurance.  Below is an email that our department director  (ie. my bosses boss) sent this morning.  While it may look like a sincere expression of his gratitude and thanks, I think it's important to know that many of us have little to no respect for this man, because he's stabbed quite a few people directly between the shoulder blades in the short time he's been our director.
The gagging echoed across the cubicles as everyone opened and read it.
I don't think Dec 7 has officially  been declared 'National Hug a Tester' Day, but I'll keep you posted.
PS.  Extra points to anyone who can pick out the two typos in the note...


Happy Sign-Off Day!

Well this release has been a challenge from the beginning. System downtime, resource issues, the changing of a test lead, a Saturday push-day, and projects twinkling RED and GREEN (to remind us of the upcoming holiday season) have pushed many of us to a point well passed stressed out. You have identified over 400 defects! Each of those are important and each prevents production problems and potential clean-ups. That is the value that each of you bring!

Well today is the day when all of YOUR hard work culminates. I just wanted to thank all of you for all of your efforts and dedication. As always, you pulled of what looked impossible. I appreciate everything each of you have done, Testers and Non-Testers alike.

December 7th is National "Hug A Tester Day"!

Thank you!
Mr Big
Director of Quality Services, BPMO
Casa de Insurance

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sickness has descended upon our house.
First my son.
Then my husband.
Now me.
Congestion.  Cough.  Aches.  Pains.  It started in my head, and has now moved to my chest.
More posting when I'm healthy.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

It's the obvious thing to post about, right? Despite what I said in my last post, there really are things that I'm thankful for... the holiday specials on the Food Network.... four consecutive days off from work, paid, at the end of the year, when all of the vacation time is used up... the anticipation of eating pie later today at my in-laws place without giving a hoot what my blood sugar level is...

The beautiful little boy sleeping in my bed right now (laying in the opposite direction as mommy & daddy, mind you), who's been there since he woke up crying at 2:30 this morning...

The very unexpected birthday present I got from my husband (yes, today's my birthday, too!)... a gift certificate from my favorite hair salon to get a cut, style and manicure... the most thoughtful gift he's ever gotten me...

Having a job, that I enjoy sometimes, when so many others don't...

The surprise mini-windfall of cash that allowed us to get new tires put on my car, which were desperately needed...

Friends that love me and try so hard to make me understand that I'm not really alone...

Have a wonderful holiday with your family and friends. Happy Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Perfect Moments

I was driving home from work this afternoon... it was a perfect late-fall afternoon. The sky was milky-blue... the sun bright, almost blinding at times, but not warm... clear and crisp as far as you could see. I turned the radio on at the exact moment that what is perhaps the best song of all-time started to play....

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays

I've got this on several CD's and can listen to it anytime I want, but just happening upon it like that was like receiving an unexpected gift from an old friend. It was kismet... serendipity...something...

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

All the crap just fell away.

Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe you ain't that young anymore

The holidays are upon us, and I hate the holidays. They've always been a letdown for me, because they were never picture-perfect gatherings of family and friends, laughing and enjoying each other. I'm hard-wired to always long for what I don't have, rather than to be thankful for the blessings that I'm surrounded by everyday, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to change that.

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain

I miss my parents. It stabs like a blade. The day my father died sometimes plays in my head like a looped video... over and over and over... the phone on my desk at work rang... it was one of the nurses at the hospital... the doctor needed to speak to me. My dad was in cardiac arrest. They'd used the paddles on him three times, but he wasn't responding. The doctor needed to know if I wanted them to keep trying. Then the doctor on the line, saying the same things, saying it didn't look good. I told him my dad had a DNR in place. The doctor knew that, he said, but procedure was to call the next of kin for a decision once they'd shocked the person three times and gotten no response. Did I want them to keep trying?

No. He wouldn't have wanted that. He was ready to go. He'd told me that just two days before. I know it was the right thing, but that conversation will haunt me always, as nothing else ever will.

Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels

I hate to say it, but right now I'm honestly not sure if my marriage is going to survive my husband being in school. It's not money - we're fine financially. Sure, it's tight living on just my income and the pittance he gets from unemployment, but we're making it. We have what we need. I'd be lying, though, if I didn't say that being the bread-winner, the main source of family support and the only source of family health insurance wasn't weighing me down. The husband seems to think that's the fact that he's out of a job and in school is only stressful on him, because he has to be home all day with the boy, the go out for the evening to go to class or study. We've had so many arguments about all this... laundry and dirty dishes everywhere, bathrooms not cleaned, blah, blah, blah. I don't have the energy to argue about it. I'm not even sure if I want my marriage to last beyond his graduating from school. I have a year and three months to decide... I told him he has a year and three months to show me what reason there is to stay...

Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.

For 4 minutes and 49 seconds, life disappeared, and I flew down the road, and belted out those lyrics that I've known now for as long as I can remember it seems. I couldn't turn my radio up loud enough. Nothing else mattered. It felt so good, even for a short while, to just be.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Humidifier... Pedia-Care Gentle Vapors mentholated vapor plug-in unit... Puff's plus with lotion (not that he'll let you get anywhere near his nose)... Vick's Vapo Rub (for old-times' sake more than anything else)... Pedia-Care cough medicine... butterscotch pudding cups...

Yes, you guessed it, my son has a cold. At least I think that's what it is. About a week ago he woke up with the gross nose, which was gone the next day, but then the cough started. The doctor always says 'It takes anywhere from 7-10 days for a child to get over a cold', and he hasn't been running a fever, so we haven't called back yet. If the cough isn't gone by Friday or Monday, Daddy will be taking him to the doctor. Better him than me, because the child throws a monumental tantrum when you walk into the examining room.

My husband is also in the midst of taking his final exams for this quarter of school - thank God, I can't wait until these classes are over. Him being off work and going to school for two years is going to kill me.

I have much blogging that is waiting to spill out of me, but it will have to wait until the upcoming long weekend. Right now, I must be off to bed, because that upcoming long weekend means I have to be into work early the next two days.

Monday, November 06, 2006

DONA NOBIS PACEM (a day early, but it's always the right time to spread Peace)

Thanks to Twyla and Mimi for this great idea...

Hit the link for Mimi's place above to get your own globe... spread the word...

Friday, November 03, 2006


My dear friend Mou has his picture up on his blog, so I certainly hope he doesn't mind me posting one here. This picture of us was taken at the wedding of my brother and sister-in-law back in 1987. A few years after that, I went back to the photographer who'd taken the picture and had two copies made. I gave one to Mou for Christmas that year, and the other has been displayed prominently ever since in whatever place I've called home. Contrary to what everyone thinks upon seeing the picture, I WAS NOT touching his backside when the photo was snapped, I'd slapped him on the back, not the a$$!!!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Did I mention that I've been called for Jury Duty? I report Nov 13. Since the Employee Handbook for the Casa de Insurance clearly states that they have to pay me my full salary for any days that I'm off, and since I'm down to one vacation day for the remainder of the year, I'm hoping to get picked for a juicy trial that lasts 2-3 weeks. If that happens, I'd also get $20/day from the courts - SCORE!

Keep your fingers crossed!

Monday, October 23, 2006

I am a catalog freak, just ask my husband. While I don't normally buy a lot through the mail (because we're broke), I do love looking.

I saw this

in the holiday edition of the Oriental Trading Company, Inc catalog, and I have 2 things to say...

1) Is this sacrilegious?

2) There are only 30 shopping days until my birthday. They're not available online, only in the catalog, so contact me if you need the ordering info!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

What you've been waiting for since the last post...

Update 0ct 23, 2006... this was posted last week, yet when I logged in just now, it was saved in my drafts... hmmm.....

1. I’m 5’3 ½” tall, exactly 1 foot shorter than my husband.
2. My hair is naturally curly.
3. My favorite color is green.
4. My eyes are a light golden-brown with hints of green around the pupil.
5. My favorite movie is “The Godfather”.
6. And speaking of movies, I hate “The Wizard of Oz”.
7. Deep, deep down, I’m still in love with my first love.
8. I like ketchup on my macaroni & cheese.
9. My ears are pierced a total of 9 times.
10. I have 3 tattoos: the Chinese character for ‘courage’, a peace sign, and the Celtic-version of my parents’ zodiac signs.
11. My favorite memory from childhood is going to the library with my mother.
12. I have never read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer or The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
13. Roller coasters scare the crap out of me, but I love them (as long as they don’t go upside-down).
14. I’m still angry at my father for giving up on life after his stroke.
15. My paternal grandparents were Presbyterian missionaries in the Cameroon’s, in West Africa, for 41 years.
16. The pinky finger of my right hand is crooked.
17. I’ve played the flute since I was 10 years old.
18. The sound of people eating popcorn at the movies drives me crazy.
19. Pat Conroy is my favorite author.
20. My teeth are almost perfectly straight (naturally), yet I wanted braces as a child because all my friends had them.
21. I am constantly terrified that something terrible will happen to my son.
22. I love peppermint stick ice cream topped with hot fudge sauce.
23. Sometimes I resent my husband for getting me pregnant.
24. Daisies are my favorite flower.
25. I’d rather have strawberry jam than grape jelly on my peanut butter sandwiches.
26. I think most of the people I work with are idiots.
27. I don’t think there’s anything beautiful about the childbirth experience, other than the baby that you get to take home from the hospital with you.
28. The perfume I wear comes from Ireland.
29. I took 3 years of Latin in high school (Veni, Vidi, Veggie translated means “I came, I saw, I had a salad”)
30. I have an unnatural fear of dead fish.
31. My favorite song is ‘Jungleland’ by Bruce Springsteen.
32. I slept through most of the 3rd ‘Lord of the Rings’ movie… in my defense, I was 8 ½ months pregnant at the time.

My guilty pleasures are…
33. 7th Heaven
34. Julie Garwood books
35. Potato salad (carbs are not a friend of the diabetic)
36. Selected songs by artists (and I use the term loosely) such as The Backstreet Boys, Vanessa Carlton, Jesse McCartney and Sixpence None the Richer.
37. Good shampoo that you can only buy at the salon
38. Opi nail products
39. Good chocolate (although I will never turn down a Snicker's bar)

40. I was adopted when I was 2 months old.
41. I’ve never broken a bone.
42. I’ve been to two concerts: Bruce Springsteen and the Dave Matthews Band.
43. I start my Christmas shopping in July (seriously... and yes, I know it's sick).
44. My date to the Senior Prom flew to Ohio just for the occasion.
45. On Thanksgiving Day (this year) I will be 37 years old.
46. I fessed-up to my parents both the first time I got drunk and the first time I had sex, because I was afraid they’d find out from someone else and be twice as mad.
47. I used to get tonsillitis 3-4 times a year when I was little, but I’ve never had my tonsils out.
48. I can name all of the state capitals.
49. I’m sorry I didn’t have the opportunity to know my mother-in-law better.
50. I’m hooked on Burt’s Bees Beeswax Lip Balm.
51. I’ve never had a cavity.
52. I prefer driving a stick shift over an automatic transmission.
53. I love opera.
54. My pizza toppings of choice are green olives, onions and bacon.
55. I listen to National Public Radio.
56. I am still mostly afraid of the dark.
57. I can’t sleep unless I’m facing the doorway of the bedroom.
58. I can’t (literally) go through haunted houses – I get so scared that I turn around and walk out before I get through the first room.
59. I’ve always been fascinated by the Mafia.
60. The ringtone on my cell phone is the theme from ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’.
61. Sometimes I like to just read the dictionary.
62. I have tendonitis in my right shoulder.
63. I can only wear earrings that have genuine gold posts (otherwise, my ears get infected… was that too much information?).
64. My favorite book as a child was Amelia Bedelia.
65. I rarely iron my clothes.
66. I’ve worn my mother’s wedding rings on my right hand since she died 8 ½ years ago.
67. I have a freckle on the bottom of my right foot.
68. I’ve seen every episode of M*A*S*H
69. Sometimes I don’t think I believe in God
70. Apples are my favorite fruit
71. When “Pretty Woman” first came out on video, I watched it so many times I had the dialogue memorized.
72. I genuinely like rhubarb pie.
73. I only buy Crest toothpaste.
74. My first car was a 1985 Chevy Nova… I loved that car…
75. I like making jam.
76. I screen my phone calls 90% of the time.
77. I don’t like the taste of alcohol (although I did drink quite a bit in my early 20’s).
78. When I grow up, I’d love to be a photographer… or own my own book shop… or coffee shop.
79. I have a collection of the pens that drug company reps give the doctors’ offices.
80. I’ve traveled as far north as the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, west to Missouri, and south to Florida and east to Washington D.C.
81. The first album (yes, vinyl!) was the soundtrack to ‘Footloose’.
82. I still have a scar under my chin from a bicycle accident when I was 8.
83. I don’t understand basketball, the game of Bridge, or calculus.
84. I was once in the same hotel lobby with Lou Ferrigno, but I didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to meet him.
85. I prefer diet Coke over diet Pepsi, and like a squeeze of lemon in it, too (real lemon, not that fake-already-in-the-diet-Coke stuff they tried to market a while back).
86. I have never been able to do a cartwheel.
87. I was in my high school’s marching band, and loved every minute of it.
88. I’m usually in bed by 8:30 – 9:00 pm.
89. I wish my in-laws would move to Florida, now that they’re retired.
90. Sometimes, I still sleep with a stuffed animal.
91. I could not stay sane at my job without my iPod.
92. I have unbelievable stage fright (I threw up both before and after both recitals I had to give as a music major in college).
93. Sometimes I can be conceited.
94. Sometimes I get bored when my husband is talking to me.
95. I will always feel guilty for not pushing my mother more to see a different doctor before she died.
96. Most people are surprised to learn that I wear a size 10 shoe, because my feet really don’t look that big.
97. I refuse to buy cheap toilet paper.
98. I’m scared to make out a will, because I think it will make my mortality that much more real to me.
99. I wish my older brother and I were as close now as we were when we were younger.
100. After listing all these things about myself, I’m not sure I’m any closer to knowing who I am than I was when I started.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

"One of the things that started me on the path artistically that I've been on was because I was adopted I had no real identity. It's something I still struggle with because it's taken me a long, long time, much longer than most people I know, to actually find my own identity, because I can't really look to biology and I can't really look to ancestry and I can't look to a context I think unconsciously I wanted to fit in. My mother likes to say I was a practically perfect child, getting great grades and trying to be good all the time and being nice and cute and sweet and all that kind of stuff, and I think it just built up in me, and there was this huge sense of a disconnect between the role I was playing and how I really felt inside."

Liz Phair iTunes Original "Adopting My Own Identity"

Who'd have thought Liz Phair could sum up so well what I've been feeling lately? Go figure.

When my dad died, I felt as if I'd been flung out into space, completely on my own. It's a weird sense of not lonliness, but aloneness, once that second parent dies. It's strong... almost overpowering, and I think the fact that I was adopted made it even stronger. It was as if, somehow, what validated me as a person was suddenly gone. And this has left me, for th e last year and a half, wondering, guessing, pondering, contemplating, obsessing over who I really am. I hate that because it sounds like pop-culture psycho-babble cliche to me, but there's really no other way to say it. And I hate the fact that at 36 years old, I don't have a better sense of myself, but there you have it.

It's exhausting.

It's not an original idea, but I've been putting together my list of '100 Things About Me'. I've seen it on several other blogs, and decided it was time to put together a list of my own. Some things are interesting, some maybe not. We'll see...

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Conversations with a 2 1/2 year old...

Early Saturday morning, somewhere in the MidWest...

Boy: "OH NO! My pancakes!!"

Me: "What pancakes? We don't have any pancakes."

Boy: "My pancakes!!"

Me: "The last time we got pancakes, you wouldn't eat them."

Boy: "Oh noooooooo!!! My pancakes!!!"

Me: "We don't have any pancakes. How 'bout a banana?"

Boy: "Okay, I have pancakes." (as he lifts his shirt and walks out of the room)

Friday, September 29, 2006


The boy, disovering that you can pull the grass out of the ground in the backyard, taken 09/09/06.

I'm often awestruck when I look at him, because even after almost 3 years, I find it hard to believe that I'm a part of something so amazing...

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Movie of your life

Not surprising, really...

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic
Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.
Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski
If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Monday, September 25, 2006

I actually pushed past my fear of being attacked (I say that so it comes across jokingly, but I'm not kidding... I rarely take him to the park on my own because I'm afraid someone will jump us and try to take off with him, and I won't be strong enough to stop them... how sad is that...) and took the boy to the park tonight after the husband left for school. It was an absolutely gorgeous day here in Ohio. One of those perfect days - temperature in the low 70's with a breeze, crystal blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds, like the opening shots from 'The Simpsons'. Just wonderful.

For some reason, his tongue is constantly out right now, pressed against his upper lip. It's cute, don't get me wrong, but I'm worried that his little lips are horribly chapped by this, and when I try to put some Burt's Bee's lip balm on him, all he wants to do is lick the tube... yuck.

We met a little girl and her father there. Kelli ("WITH A I, NOT A Y!!" Kelli talked like she were speaking in all capital letters.)was about a year older than the boy, and spoke of herself in the third person. "COME HERE LITTLE BOY, KELLI WANTS TO GO DOWN THE SLIDE WITH YOU!" It was a little odd.

He didn't seem to mind the fact that KELLI WITH A I was bossing him around, until she started poking him. When that started, he stared at her for a second, then said 'Nope!' and went down the slide. That's my boy!

Now we're home to have pizza for supper, because that's what he said he wanted. He's going through a little thing right now - there are times when he'll go for 3-4 days without eating hardly a thing, yet it doesn't seem to affect him. We're in the middle of one of those spells right now, so if pizza is something he'll actually eat, then by all means, pizza it is.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Fave Foto Friday

I am late to the game today, because I'm just now getting home from having dinner and hanging out with a friend after work. I LOVE Pax's idea of Fave Foto Friday and had to participate in this one!!

My favorite is a picture of my best friend and me, from our Senior year in high school. I'm on the left. In one click, the photographer managed to capture the essence of our friendship.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Wow... I think my brain actually hurts... not just a headache, but my actual brain feels fatigued. I've been working on a proposal for my job, that I'll be presenting to our management team sometime in the next few weeks. If it's successful, we'll all be issued laptop computers between now and the first quarter of next year that will enable us to work from home more often. If it's successful, these redneck yahoos I work with need to worship me like a goddess, because not one single one of them has done jack-diddly to help with this.

Lazy bastards.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Could it be? Who knows...

This just may be the magic key we've been looking for to get the potty training ball rolling. What did parent do before Elmo, I ask you? And what makes it even better is the fact that the potty they show Elmo using is EXACTLY the same potty that the boy has. HALLELUJAH!!! We watched this for the first time yesterday afternoon, Mommy, Daddy and the boy all in the living room together, in front of the tv, as a family. I even brought his potty into the room with us. After seeing Elmo on the potty, the boy ran to his, lifted the lid, and sat down (pants still on, but it's a start). He stayed there through the entire 45 minute show. He got up when it was over, and he was totally soaked, so hey, maybe he's starting to get the idea.

I both love and hate the fact that my life right now seems to be evolving around something like this. That I'm so excited by the fact that he just ran in the room and said to me 'Elmo has a potty! He goes pee pee!'... I just don't know how to feel about that.

A little... Eww, who likes to talk about pee and poo?

A little sad, because he's growing up so quickly... which leads into

... irritated, because I'm missing so much of it, because I have to drag myself everyday into a job that I just CANNOT stand right now, while the husband stays home and does seemingly very little around here (Were it not for the fact that the husband has put NO EFFORT WHATSOEVER into trying to potty train the boy, we'd probably be through it by now. But don't get me started on that. Yes, I'll be the first to admit that I'm completely jealous of the fact that he's home everyday with the boy, and experiencing all these wonderful things with him, and believe-you-me he knows I feel this way...).

Who in the world would've ever thought that all that would come from a simple DVD on potty training?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Here's a new one for you, Mou!


Show of hands, how many of us have been wanting to say the same thing for a while now?

Thanks to Pax for sharing this. It is so good, I had to post it here as well. The video is about 8 minutes long, but worth every second.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Mou, this one's for you...

While on vacation last week, I caught the 1996 made-for-tv movie version of Shirley Jackson's incredible short-story, 'The Lottery'. I still vividly remember reading this story for the first time in my sophomore-year English class. What a punch that story packs! As you can imagine, when I read that this movie version starred Dan Cortese and Keri Russell, I was a little skeptical, but I watched anyway.

In the interest of stretching the story into a 2-hour movie (including frequent commercial breaks, mind-you), they beefed up the plot some. Dan Cortese returns the the small town that is the home of the lottery, to bury the ashes of his recently-deceased father at the grave of his mother who is buried there. As he checks-in at the local bed-n-breakfast, in walks Keri Russell, whose parents run the place. One look at each other and the Davey Jones-esque stars start sparkling in their eyes. Love at first sight, except for one small problem. Well, two small problems. The local deputy sheriff also has his eyes on the fair-Keri, and Dan, being no dummy, has figured out quickly that there's something not quite right about this place. When the deputy gets wind of the blossoming romance between Dan and the fair-Keri, it's obvious that he needs to run this troublemaker out of town as quickly as possible. As Dan and the deputy square off in one very exciting, testosterone-driven scene (mind you, the deputy has just set Dan's car on fire, so Dan is a little peeved), Dan puffs out his chest and says to the deputy...


Sunday, September 10, 2006

Canada Geese 1 - Father-in-law 0

We paid the obligatory weekend visit to the in-laws yesterday. They're leaving at the end of this week for a month's stay at one of their time-share places in Florida, a welcome break for all involved.

I don't know about other places, but here in an around Dayton, OH, we are invaded every year by hoards of Canada geese. They're beautiful creatures... from a distance. Up close, they're nothing but a pain in the ass, hissing and spitting if you get too close to their nest, and pooping ALL OVER the place. The complex of condos where the in-laws live includes a small pond, which the geese love. Over the years, my father-in-law has made every effort to get rid of the geese... a series of ropes strung back-and-forth across the pond to create a kind of web that would stop the geese from landing there... a plastic alligator head, weighted just-so so that it would float menacingly around the pond with just its eyes and snout poking up from the surface of the water... a remote-control speed boat to chase the geese from the pond... and this year (my favorite, by-far, because of its simplicity!), two boards that he bangs together while he runs at the pond, yelling at the top of his lungs.

Did I also mention that he's the president of the condo association?

So yesterday, the father-in-law, the husband, and my precious little son go out for a walk. My mother-in-law and I sat on their patio, enjoying the nice day and talking. I think we're bonding in a strange way, but that's for another post. We heard the men return from their constitutional, and went inside to greet them. Only my husband was in the room. As I looked around for my son, I noticed an odd-looking trail of footprints on my in-law's pale beige carpet. Small, dark footprints that went this way and that.

Yes, lo-and-behold, the small one had, unbeknownst to anyone, tracked something in on the bottom of one of his shoes.

Upon further inspection, I discovered that, yes, it was in fact a big old goose turd. I was mortified, yet overwhelmingly amused at the same time. I managed not to laugh, though, until my husband said 'Ah, the geese are FINALLY getting their revenge on you!'

I don't think my father-in-law appreciated the humor of the situation.

Friday, September 08, 2006

And, to top it all off, I think I'm coming down with the cold that the boy had earlier in the week...

All good things must come to an end

Alas... my vacation is over (remember - Saturday and Sunday don't really count, since I'd have those days off regardless). I have accomplished absolutely nothing this week; my house is still the national disaster it was this time last week. I haven't cleaned and organized the closets. I haven't gone through the boy's toys and gotten rid of the things he no longer plays with, nor have I gone through his clothes and sorted out the things he can no longer wear. I haven't blogged as much as I wanted to. I haven't read the books I checked out from the library. I've not been sleeping well, so I don't feel at all rested, and I'm already dreading going back to work on Monday.


Now it will be February of 2007 before I can take an entire week off again, because of the way the Casa de Insurance metes out your vacation a few days each month until you've 'earned' your yearly quota. Socialist bastards.

I'm in a quandary over my friend-from-work JB. Remember her? The one that baled on the Dave Matthews concert back at the beginning of August? In all seriousness, she is deeply, deeply disturbed. She has valid and complicated mental health issues that she kind-of gets help for (ie. she goes to the psychiatrist once a month for the good prescription drugs [which she mixes with large quantities of alcohol], but that's about it). She tried a few days ago, and not for the first time, might I add, to overdose. Thank heavens she has a friend staying with her right now that decided not to go into work Tuesday night, otherwise she'd be gone.

My question is this... at what point do you say to someone 'I'm sorry, but I love you too much to watch you do this to yourself any longer.'? I've known her since I started at the Casa de Insurance 7 years ago. We started getting to be close friends 4 years ago. She's been with me through some pretty rough times: my miscarriage and subsequent diabetes diagnosis, the death of my father (at which time she drove me to the hospital when I got the call that he'd gone into cardiac arrest, held my hand when we went into his room with my minister to say a prayer over him when he was gone). She's been this way the entire time. She knows she's need serious, long-term help, but she refuses to do anything about it. I suppose, deep down, I feel obligated to stick by her because of what she's seen me through, but to be honest, it's getting to be exhausting. But I just don't know what the next step is, or how to handle it once I figure it out.

Some vacation...

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Now that I FINALLY have the chance to blog, this is the best I can come up with???

my name...

Your Penis Name Is...

Ivan the Terrible

my husband's name...

Your Penis Name Is...

Fatboy Slim

Two things...

1) I'm VERY impressed with my name, and
2) I will not comment on my husband's name...

Just a cold...

The boy's fever is gone. His temperature was normal Tuesday morning, thank heavens. I did not get much sleep Monday night, choosing instead to lay awake worrying about his termperature spiking to 115 degrees and what if I'm not awake to do anything about it?

The husband, of course, slept through the entire thing.

We're not completely through with it all, though, because there is still a bit of a cough, and lots of snotty sneezing.

Not the relaxing week I'd hoped for, but still better than being at work.

Monday, September 04, 2006


Of course.

My first real day of vacation... Saturday and Sunday don't truly count, because I would've had those off anyways. And maybe today doesn't really count, since it's a holiday... BUT STILL!!

I'm being punished for taking time off work.

My poor, innocent little son has a temperature of 101.5 degrees. Thankfully, we have not had many fevers to deal with over the course of his short life. The reverse of that is that, when he does have a fever, I start to freak out a little bit (like I'm doing now!).

Last year when I took a whole week off at one time, the husband and I both came down with a God-awful stomach flu at the same time. For two days, the boy had the run of the house.

Now this.

Children's Tylenol has been forced down the throat... we'll do another temperature check in a few hours (which will be a joy for both him AND me, as I'm sure you can imagine!)... please God let this go away without a trip to the doctor.

Friday, September 01, 2006

I left work today at about 4:20 pm, AND I DO NOT HAVE TO RETURN UNTIL 1 WEEK FROM MONDAY.

I'm so happy about this, I could cry.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Hmmmm...... how can something so random be so accurate?

Your Birthdate: November 23

You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.
You're good at so much - you never know what to do.
Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.
You are destined for a life of travel and fun.

Your strength: Your likeability

Your weakness: You never feel satisfied

Your power color: Bright yellow

Your power symbol: Asterisk

Your power month: May

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

On a lighter note...

This is a true story...

We went to see the in-laws this past weekend. No, this is not exactly my favorite way to spend one of the two days a week I get off from work, but what can you do, especially when you have a kid? We got a free dinner out of it, so I guess it wasn't all bad.

The boy was frolicing with grandpa. Mom-in-law was on the couch watching the evening news. The husband and I were picking up the boy's toys, and as I started to put a set of small plastic zoo animals into a bag, this exchange took place...

The husband: "Yeah, I heard on the news a few days ago that they've finally declared the black rhinoceros extinct."

The mother-in-law: "I don't see why people make such a big deal out of an animal going extinct! I mean really!! We wouldn't want the dinosaurs to still be around, would we? Or the Sabertooth tigers?"

The husband and I looked at each other in stunned silence. I was actually speechless. Finally, after a few seconds, I said "Well, she does have a point. Think how inconvenient it would be if the dinosaurs were still around."

Then we went home.

Saturday, August 26, 2006


I'm sure I'm not telling you anything you haven't already figured out. When I'm in a bad mood... black mood... angry, bitter mood... I don't blog. My mood has been up and down lately. Mostly down. I don't like to blog when I'm in that mental place, because it all comes out sounding hateful and bitter and bitchy, and I don't like myself when I'm like that. No one wants to hear me whining. I don't even want to hear myself whining most of the time, but I have no choice but to listen to it.



Something that's been on my mind quite a bit lately, and the reason, for the most part, for my black mood.


Probably because I'm no longer on the Wellbutrin... I made the choice to stop taking it, because we just can't afford it right now along with all the other medications I have to be on to help with keeping my blood sugar under control. We're living paycheck-to-paycheck right now because the husband made the choice to go back to school instead of finding gainful employment when he lost his job at the beginning of the year. No one told us that, after 6 months, he'd have to re-file for his unemployment payments to continue, so we had the rug pulled out from underneath us about 4 weeks ago when his checks stopped without warning. Endless phone calls, paper work, yada, yada, yada. "You have to re-file for benefits, but the state will turn them down because you've already collected for 6 months. When the state denies your claim, it will be picked up by T.R.A. (which is part of these trade adjustment programs that are paying him to go to school) will pick up the claim and start paying your benefits, along with your tuition and books." Now, before you say it, I know that in the long run, this struggle will be worth it. Right now, though, it sucks, plain and simple. Our vacuum cleaner is broken, our cell phone service is suspended, and my car needs new tires....... but God only knows when we'll have the money for any of those.

I made the choice to change jobs about 6 months back, and now I hate where I'm at (although apparently I'm doing very well, and our department director is quite impressed with some ideas I've had lately - go figure). They're remodeling our office, which has been a pain in the you-know-what, BUT I no longer have to sit near Right-Wing Conservative Girl or the bitter old lady behind me (not to be confused with the woman who used to sit in the cubicle behind me). So that's at least one good thing, I guess.

I have vacation the week of Labor Day - the week after next, THANK THE HEAVENS!! I'm so, so very much hoping that this break revives me, because I NEED IT RIGHT NOW.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


The fact that I can't even use the Blogger for Word feature at the Casa de Insurance has put a serious restraint on my blogging. I'm seriously considering moving this to a site that does not have any form of the word 'blog' in the address or title, so that I can post from work again. That's what they pay me for, right?

Our cat disappeared about 3 weeks ago... just vanished. It was a Wednesday, and what makes this even sadder is that we didn't realize until the following Friday that we hadn't seen her for several days. Several thorough searches of the house and yard confirmed that she was, in fact, gone, and none of the neighbors have spotted her. It's a bittersweet parting for me. She belonged to my parents before we got her, but she was as old as dirt and had started puking all over the place (nothing like stepping in it at 2am when you get up to go the bathroom!). Wherever she is, I hope she's happy.

I walked into our garage door the other day. It wasn't completely down, and I was looking through the day's mail as I was walking in. I misjudged the clearance (surprising, since I'm only 5'2"-ish) and thumped right into it; it caught me mid-forehead. I yelped loudly, then quickly looked around to make sure none of the neighbors had witnessed this. Luckily, it didn't leave a mark.

The new medicinal regimen my doctor has me on has my blood sugar all over the place. Up and down, up and down. Low blood sugar is something I've never had a problem with before, but it is regularly dipping into the 60's - 70's, which isn't good. The doctor doesn't seem too concerned, though. Space the meds out more through the day, check your level often (my fingertips look like pin cushions), make sure you're eating regularly, blah, blah, blah. I'm so sick and tired of dealing with this shit.

How's your day?

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Two things you should be doing, if you aren't already...

You should be listening to this:

And if you get BBC America, you should be watching this:

Absolustely awesome.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Okay... I'm over it now.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

{insert guttural noise of disgust here...}

I'm still stewing over last night (see post below), which is pointless, but it's my nature.

The ONE THING I was looking forward to this summer SHOT TO HELL because I choose to befriend the mentally unbalanced.

To torture myself, I went to the Warehouse (yes, the DMB official fan site, and yes, I paid $35 for my 1-year membership) website and looked up the set list from last night's concert... and oh it would've been a good show...

Dave Matthews BandRiverbend Music Center
Cincinnati, OH

Seek Up *
Crash Into Me
Hunger For The Great Light *
The Idea Of You * (AND THIS ONE IS A NEW SONG!!!!!)
American Baby *
Dancing Nancies *
Warehouse *
Where Are You Going
Louisiana Bayou *
Cant Stop
So Much To Say *
Too Much *
Jimi Thing *+
Stay *

Everyday *

Special Guests:
* Rashawn Ross on Trumpet
+ Warren Haynes

I don't do a whole lot on my own ie. without the husband and son. I work full-time. The hubby is in school full-time, so Mon-Thur, he walks out the door to school as I walk in the door from work. We don't get to spend loads of time together as a family, so for me to plan to do something on my own is a big deal. And when it's the annual DMB summer tour, it's an even BIGGER deal. The disappointment of this is huge.

But I'll get over it.

{insert guttural noise of disgust here...}

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Life Sucks

I originally wrote this post at work this morning, about 11am or so, but the Blogger for Word feature wouldn't work to post it, or the Casa de Insurance has disabled that feature somehow, so I'm just now posting it from home. I read it, and I get even angrier, but at myself this time. I feel like I've been duped somehow. It's hard to explain without going into the long, drawn-out story of JB and said other person that also works at the Casa de Insurance, not to mention a few peripheral characters that have wandered in and out of the story of the last year and a half. You hear so much shit from so many people, and after a while it's hard to know who to believe, which makes me crazy. Better to keep to myself and the friends I already have.

Well fuck.

Fuckity fucking fuck fuck.

Remember the DMB concert I was supposed to be going to tonight?

Yeah. Ain't happening.

As I'm sure you can imagine, I am one pissed puppy right now.

What happened, you ask?

The Casa de Insurance is such a soap opera, as I'm sure most large offices are. The short version of the story is that some bad things happened between JB, my work buddy and fellow-DMB fan, with another person that works here. The end result of it all was that said other person that works here is now living with JB's ex-fiance, has been for a year and a half now, and JB still can't deal with all of it emotionally. Said other person and the ex decided AT THE LAST MINUTE to get tickets to the SAME SOLD-OUT SHOW that we had tickets for tonight, found tickets on E-bay and paid through the nose for them. JB found out about all of this this morning, had a huge panic attack here at the office, and left. She's too distraught to go tonight, blah, blah, blah.

Reading over that, I'm struck by how superficial it sounds. Trust me when I say there's loads more stuff that goes into this whole story, that just isn't worth taking up your time with.

On a good (I guess) note, I was able to sell the tickets to someone else here, so I have at least not just flushed $100 down the toilet.

If you come looking for me, I'll be at home tonight, enjoying lasagna and last night's episode of the Colbert Report on the DVR.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

A little bit o'Heaven...

Just 1 week from today, my work buddy JB and I (NOT RWCG who sits in front of me!!) will be jamming with the Dave Matthews Band in Cincinnati...

We have been looking forward to this for MONTHS. I can't even begin to tell you how much we BOTH need to get away for an evening, and there's no better way that I can think of to spend that evening away!

Monday, July 17, 2006

How my week is starting off

You’ll all be happy to know that my mentor (who sits diagonally from me), RWCG (who sits in front of me) and I apparently have our mojo back (kill me now), because we’re all wearing green tops today….   Last week, Monday we all wore green, Tuesday was pink, and Wednesday was green again.  RWCG was VERY disappointed to come in Thursday and find that I was dressed in a gray t-shirt, my mentor was dressed in blue, and she in pink again.  “Aww….   Well that’s okay.  We’ll get our mojo back soon.”

People walking down our aisle notice this, too, and feel the need to stop and comment on it.

RWCG also brow-beat her live-in boyfriend to get a puppy this weekend.  Oh the stories and pictures we’re being regaled with today!!  They (read she) named it Tinkerbell, and the pictures she has show it dressed (OMG!!) in a pink doggie t-shirt that says ‘Princess’.  She wanted to get this puppy ostensibly for her two sons, who are 6 and 8.  He (the boyfriend) didn’t want one; hasn’t wanted one and has always said no when this has come up in the past (he works at the Casa de Insurance, also, so I always get to hear both sides of the story).  It’s his house they live in, and he’s allergic to dogs and cats, but she’s talked him into it, and now he will be getting shots or something, so that he’s able to breath at home, all so that her boys will have a puppy.

Talk about true-love…

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Potty Training redux

Since the boy is now 30 months old, we figure it's time to try again. God help us.

We've checked some books out of the library, including one called Toilet Training in Less Than a Day that involves something about you having your toddler teach a doll to use the potty, complete with doll-sized diapers and raisins as doll-poop in the diaper.

The mind reels.

It does not, of course, help that we're starting to get comments from my mother-in-law. Comments like "Well, when you finally decide to start with him, let me know, and I'll get a potty just like you have, so we can work with him when he's over here, too." and "You know, I had twins, and they were both potty trained by the time they were two!"

It's so nice to have such a supportive family.

We have this:

on DVD, which we could only find on Ebay. We've watched several times with him. It has a catchy little theme song, complete with an Mtv-like video of ultra-cute little ones singing the Potty Song both before and after the feature cartoon. It's not bad, as far as potty training aides go (not that I'm an expert).

And we broke down, because that's what parents do, and bought him this:

because he of course loves Elmo. What is it about Elmo with the kids? In case you haven't seen this one up close and personal, Elmo comes complete with his own sippy cup, potty, book on going to the potty, t-shirt and yes, a little pair of Elmo-sized tighty-whitey's. When you squeeze his left hand, he tells you he's thirsty, yada, yada, yada. If you put the sippy cup in his mouth and press down, he glug, glug, glugs, then goes through the potty routine... you get the idea. Quite often, though, as you're walking through the house, and usually when we've been gone somewhere and are returning home, we'll come upon Elmo laying on the floor looking like this

which can be very disturbing, because you're just not quite sure what's been going on. We're pretty sure the cat has something to do with it, but have yet to catch her in the act.

And, of course, we have the requisite small, plastic potty for him. When we sit him on the potty, though, he starts to cry and whimper, looks up at you with the big puppy-dog brown eyes and says 'Get off?'. Is it possible that he's actually scared of the potty? I'm starting to wonder. Maybe now, in fact, is not the time to start this again.

Shouldn't things like this be instinctual? How is it that cats somehow know to go to the litter box without much cajoling, yet it takes so much effort to teach humans to use the toilet? If anyone knows the answer to this, please enlighten me.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

where do I sign up?

Seen on a bumper sticker while out and about today...

Monday, July 10, 2006

From Maidink... something interesting to make you think (and to make me not have to come up with something witty to write about).

To those of you who'll read this and think 'Oh my God!' as your mouth drops open, I apologize. Probably more info than you ever wanted (so who am I to complain about the best friend talking about her boyfriend's yoo-hoo, right?).

What is your salad dressing of choice? Catalina or Green Goddess

What is your favorite fast food restaurant? McDonald's There's just something about their breakfast food...

What is your favorite sit down restaurant? I've forgotten what sit-down restaurants are like, since our son always throws a fit when we go.

On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant? If the service is good, 20-25%.

What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Pizza. Or salad. Or both.

Name three foods you detest above all others. plain, cooked spinach, mushrooms, fish that isn't covered by at least a 1/2 inch of breading

What is your favorite dish to order in a Chinese restaurant? General Tso's chicken

What are your pizza toppings of choice? Onions, green olives & bacon

What do you like to put on your toast? Butter & peanut butter, in that order

What is your favorite type of gum? Good, old fashioned Dentyne

Number of contacts in your cell phone? 57 (oh my God!), but over 1/2 are work related, and it includes all the doctors, both mine and the boy'sn

Number of contacts in your email address book? 15

What is your wallpaper on your computer? A picture of the boy

What is your screensaver on your computer? Whatever came with the computer when we bought it.

Are there naked pictures saved on your computer? Nope

How many land line phones do you have in your house? 1

How many televisions are in your house? 2

What kitchen appliance do you use the least? Believe it or not, the microwave

What is the format of the radio station you listen to the most? NPR. There are no good music stations around here.

How many sex toys do you own that require batteries? None... as in I don't own any. (Is that sad?)


What do you consider to be your best physical attribute? My eyes

Are you right handed or left handed? Right handed.

Do you like your smile? Yes. I have very nice teeth.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Yes

Would you like to? Other than all the excess fat, no.

Do you prefer to read when you go to the bathroom? Nope - get it and get out is my motto (no pun intended).

Which of your five senses do you think is keenest? Can intuition be considered a sense? If not, then sight.

When was the last time you had a cavity? never (don't hate me because I have good teeth)

What is the heaviest item you lift regularly? my son

Have you ever been knocked unconscious? not that I recall... hmmmm.....


If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Absolutely not.

If you could change your first name, what would you change it to? No, I've finally gotten used to Ruth

How do you express your artistic side? Writing, papercrafts

What color do you think you look best in? brown

How long do you think you could last in a medium security prison? I'm pretty scrappy... I'd say 20-30 minutes.

Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake? no

If we weren’t bound by society’s conventions, do you have a relative you would make a pass at? Heaven's no. The thought of that makes me gag.

How often do you go to church? 2-3 times per month

Have you ever saved someone’s life? no

Has someone ever saved yours? no


For this last section, if you would do it for less or more money, indicate how much

Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000? I would give it serious thought, what the hell. And a lot would depend on what street it was.

Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? Probably

Would you have sex with a member of the same sex for $10,000? As long as I could pick the girl, I would probably give it serious thought...

Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? Both pinkies? No. Just one? Maybe

Would you never blog again for $50,000? You betcha (sorry, my dear loyal readers)

Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? Ummmm...... no

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? No. The after-affects just wouldn't be worth it.

Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? Never. But, if that human life touched, harmed, or did something very bad to my child, it would be a freebie. (Maidink's answer to this was such a good one, that I'm going to use it, too.)

Would you shave your head and get your entire body waxed for $5,000? Sure, why not.

Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000? Absolutely.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Useful bits of information...

Just in case you were curious... a remote control will not work once it's gone through the washing machine. Luckily, there are stores locally that sell remote controls for satellite systems, so we don't have to order one directly from the Dish Network and wait for it to be shipped.

Because God knows we couldn't live without the remote.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Ruth 1, Right-Wing Conservative Girl 0

Having the type II Diabetes requires me to go to my doctor every 3 months to have various blood tests done.  Not fun, but necessary.  I went mid-June to have this done.  Normally, the doctor calls about a week to week and a half after I’ve been in and we talk about the results on the phone, then I stop in and pick up any new prescriptions that I might need.  After two weeks and still no word from the doctor, I called in… and called in… and called in… each time leaving a message for one of the Medical Assistants to give me a call back, yada, yada, yada.  

Last week rolled around, and still no call back, so I just went ahead and made an appointment to go in.  Slightly inconvenient, yes,  but not a big deal.

Yesterday, I got a message from one of the Medical Assistants…   “Hi, this is Tanisha from Dr. Bennett’s office.  I saw in your chart that you had blood work done about 3 weeks ago, and I wanted to make sure you’d had a chance to go over the results with someone.  Give me a call back.”  I was at work when I got the message.  Annoying?  Yes.  But it kind of made me laugh at the same time.  I’m tired of getting pissed off about things.  I called back and left a message for Tanisha saying nicely  that after calling several times and not getting a call back, I’d finally just come in to see the doctor for the results, so everything was taken care of.  When I hung up the phone, Right-Wing Conservative Girl in front of me decided to add her 2 cents…

“Now, see, if it was me, I don’t think I would’ve been so nice.  I think I would’ve said something more like (in a snotty voice) ‘Well, Tanisha, after calling over and over again and not getting a call back, I finally just gave up and made an appointment with the doctor last Friday.  But thanks for calling.

Me:  “Well, see, that’s the difference between you and me.  I do my best to try to not piss people off…”

And then I went to lunch.

I just love my new bitchy self…