The one where I promise not to mention celebrities once...

I've had a pretty uneventful last few days (Uh...hello? That's my life, no?)...apart from more migraines things have been about par (although come to think of it, even migraines are about par for me lately too). We had a child-free night on Saturday night, in which we spent it eating chocolate chip cookies, popcorn and grape soda for dinner (on a child-free night no less) and watching 3:10 to Yuma. I thought the movie was great, apart from the whole...well, if you've seen it you'll know what I mean, and if you haven't - then go see it and then we'll talk. I'd tell you how much I like a certain actor in the movie, but I promised not to go there, so I'll zip it.
 
Saturday afternoon was spent going through H's closet and cleaning out four (FOUR!) boxes of stuffed animals dating back to my baby shower. (We don't get rid of anything...and yet, the places we live get smaller and smaller...) I did this on a child-free day because if H had been within a 3 mile radius of me and her toys and the Goodwill donation center where they ended up, I'd be talking through a computer generated voice box right now because I'm pretty sure she would've ripped me to shreds for getting rid of toys she hasn't seen or played with since she was 2 1/2.
 
When she came home on Sunday, one of the first things she did was cuddle up in my lap, put her little hands on my face and say, "I love you so much mama that I'm going to keep you forever and never get rid of you!" Whew! *sigh of relief* For a second there I thought she might trade me in for a newer model or something!
 
Needless to say, she noticed the empty closet (Her: "More room to store toys mom!" Me: "Yay???") but assumed that I put them in our storage unit (which some of them did end up there...I couldn't get rid of all of them dontchaknow?)
 
I stayed home sick from work yesterday. Between the migraines and not sleeping and lower back pain, I was not fit to operate heavy machinery...or, you know...office machines...copiers, fax, computer...etc...so instead I laid in bed all day and moaned and groaned about the unfairness of life, while allowing my husband to dote on me hand and foot (a day after I had a horrible dream that he was complaining to his friends about what a wretch of a woman I was) and allowing him to bring me a McFlurry in bed. *sigh*
 
Because of the increase in migraines, people are starting to ask about what's causing them...since I have no real answer (Why would I go to the doctor? WHY?) I tell them, "It's a tumor." Now though? "It's a tumor or the swine flu." Either way it can't be good, right?
 
Oh, and while I'm spreading Christmas Cheer around the blogosphere, I'm tired of working my ass off at the gym and not losing any weight. My secret fear? Having to buy an extra seat on my next flight. I'm not that big...but really - it's a fear even Posh Spice some of those people I promised not to mention have to worry about, right? Seriously. What are they going to charge us extra for next?

Walking in the rain and other randomness

This morning when we left our house, it was windy and chilly but not raining. When I got in my car after dropping H off, no sooner had my door closed it started pouring. It poured all the way to work, and since I park in a lot a block away from work, I had to walk to the office in the downpour. No sooner did I sit down in my chair it stopped raining.
 
Coffee
 
Did I tell you about the coffee fiasco from the other day? No? Wow. I'm surprised I didn't jump all over that.
 
I went to my usual drive-thru coffee stand and ordered my usual coffee. She stamped my card, gave me my change, I tipped them, and drove off. I got about a block from work when I realized, "Yep. I totally drove off without my coffee." *sigh* - When I walk through the door one of my co-workers came up and said that another co-worker of ours had called and said that he was behind me in the drive-thru and they knew we worked together, so he had my coffee and was bringing it to me. So I was embarrassed to go back to the coffee shop, even though they know me after having served me for 2 years and know what I'm like (a ditz)...I went back this morning and when I pulled up they were holding my coffee for me and handed it to me before I paid so that I wouldn't forget. *sigh*
 
I don't know how to say this delicately...but...
 
When is Perez Hilton going to go away? Seriously. This whole Miss California thing is so lame. And since when is he the spokesperson for gay rights? Isn't he the one that violates those same rights by forcing gay celebrities out, like Lance Bass and Neil Patrick Harris? I'm not going to say I never go to his site...because I do. Maybe once a month I'll go see which Celebs he is hating on this month...because really? It's a cycle. When Britney was stone-crazy, he hated her. Now that she's back to a shadow of her former self, he loves her. He even has a part in her new tour. He's a bona-fide ass clown. Really. I love to hate him. My secret wish (one of them...there's a whole list ya' know) is that one day I'll wake up and go to his site and there will be a legal disclaimer that some celebrity has finally won a defamation lawsuit against him and that his site is shut down forever and he's never ever ever ever ever NEVER allowed to access the internet again. I would love that. Really really.
 
Anyhoodle - the whole Miss California thing. Yeah she probably said the wrong thing to the wrong crowd (Hello? What men watch those shows? Uh. Yeah.) And yeah, in todays politically correct world what she said wasn't PC, and yeah I don't agree with her. BUT - he asked her opinion on the issue...and she gave an honest answer. All the contestants were asked politically motivated questions that honestly, in my opinion, had no place at a bathing suit contest. Aid to Afghanistan? Check. Universal Healthcare? Check. Gay rights? Check. The one that gets blown out of proportion? The gay rights. Why? Honestly. I never would've even known about her answer had he not taken it out of proportion and ranted and raved on his blog about it, which eventually escalated to news sources like MSNBC, CNN, and my local news. And calling her a "dumb b!tch" ??? Yeah. Classy. Then again, we're talking about the same person who thinks it's funny to draw cocaine in people's noses, penises sticking out of their butts, and other assorted MS Paint doodles.
 
Who gives a flying freakshow what Miss California thinks anyway??? Why aren't people allowed to have their own opinions? Why must we force our own opinions onto everyone else? I think it's great that people don't agree with me on politics, religion, etc...that means we are a diverse group of people living in a society where we're allowed to express our opinions and beliefs. Just because I voted for Obama and believe in gay rights and am pro-choice, doesn't mean I can't be good friends with people that voted for McCain, are anti-gay rights and who are strictly pro-life. Why are we forcing beliefs on people? One of our "rights" is our right to our own beliefs and opinions. You want gay rights, but you're also trying to force your opinion on someone else, isn't that in effect taking their rights away?
 
I love one of the Tech & Science writers at MSNBC. This article that she had up today pretty much sums up my feelings on Perez.
 
Last one. I promise.
 
Not really. I just didn't want my last bit of randomness to be politically charged.

A long and winding road

It's so weird, right? Having all these ideas in your head for a blog post, and then....................? That's right. I got nothin'.
 
I'll be driving home, or at the grocery store, or sitting on the couch, or at work...or wherever...and something will strike me as funny, or odd, or something will happen that only happens to me (See previous post: Freeway barricades anyone!?) and I'll think, "I'm so going to blog that!" (I know: pathetic, yes?) And it never comes to be. My poor little blog with the cute flowery theme just sits here. Collecting dust.
 
Believe it or not, this blog has been active since 2002. Until November 2003 it was under a different name, but it's been my outlet for six and a half years. I had just gone back to work after spending a year at home with H. She was still a baby and I was suffering from some serious depression. My new job as a receptionist at a computer company was good, except the part where my direct supervisor was a total tyrant (my mgr was awesome...the supervisor? Not so much)...so most of my posts were full of angst and uncertainty. D and I weren't married and at the time, under a lot of pressure from his family to "do the right thing" and get married (Because you know...being in a loving, committed relationship wasn't exactly "the right thing" apparently), we were struggling financially, and I didn't have any friends. Life was bleak. No matter how much you love someone, sometimes it's still not enough to make your life rosy and pink.
 
Blogging gave me such a great outlet. I had made a bunch of friends online through a Yahoo! Group called "The Online Wives Club" for women who had met their significant others over the internet. Some of them started blogging and I followed suit shortly afterwards.
 
I'm the kind of person who gets bored very easily. Ask my husband. He'll vouch for me. It seems like once a week I'll say, "Lets move to: -insert name of recently googled city-" If I get bored with my blog, I delete it. Not the address, but the archives...the template...the links...etc. I always save a copy of my posts to a word document, like a diary, so that I'll always have them, but sometimes I get bored and POOF - gone is the blog...or worse, I'll get paranoid that unwanted people have somehow figured out my weird codes and discovered my blog and are now stalking it. So I'll delete it just to give them the finger one last time.

I withhold a lot of information now though, so I won't be deleting this one. I don't post pictures of my family or our real names. The people in my real life that come here are people I've given the address to, if someone else were to find my blog, I probably wouldn't mind so much now. I would like to know who comes here, but I don't pour my feelings out like I have in blogs past, so I feel more confident that if someone found it, I wouldn't get all jumpy and delete it.
 
People ask me all the time, "Why did you delete your archives?" Hm. Because I'm blonde? Because I'm paranoid? Because I got bored? Because...because...because. Mostly because a lot of what I used to write was more personal, I went back one time and read it from the beginning and shocked even myself with some of the things I posted. In retrospect some of it was hurtful to my husband and some of it was about my struggles to cope with my sister no longer being in my life, things that today if read by them may or may not be hurtful. When I was writing those things though, I wasn't the same person I am today. I'd like to think I'm a more sensitive caring person than I was when I was in the darkest throws of my depression.
 
Blogging has been a great outlet for my depression, it was my venting spot when I needed a shoulder and didn't have any. I eventually did make friends in LA and didn't need to lean as heavily on my online friends as much, but I still enjoy it, still like writing and will continue. Maybe not as frequently or with as much "information", but it's still my favorite outlet.
 
(It's weird, but try typing and bend your head to watch the letters...it's fun.) (Ahem. Distracted. Sorry.)
 
Roll Call
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In the shower with me

I KNOW RIGHT? Racy huh?

Yeah, not so much.

I was just going to tell you that my incredibly bad luck doesn't stop when I'm in the shower. Tonight I cut the crap out of my leg shaving, followed by an incredibly painful run-in with my new Dial Cranberry Soap. I got it in my eyes, and I'm pretty sure most of it is still swimming around, so if you're craving cranberries...you know where to find some.

Yuck. I grossed even myself out with that.

Tonight on the way home from Wal-Fart, I was coming up the Freeway and we were making comments about how the state trooper in front of us crossed over a solid white line to get out of the carpool lane, a big no-no of course. We discovered he did it because they had those orange and white striped barrels of sand laid out with the flashing orange lights closing the carpool lane.

WHILE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT IT, all of a sudden my lane is closed out with those things nearly sending me careening into a Mercedes SUV. YIIIIIIIKES. I totally almost wet my pants.

So I get home, white knuckling it the rest of the way, thinking a nice hot shower would relax me, and I come out of the shower MORE stressed and with blood gushing down my leg and soap stinging my eyes.

I'm so going to hide under the blankets now.

The one where I complain about celebrities

I just had a big long post up about the Duggar Family and how fascinated I am by them and all of their children. I watch their show if it's on while I'm at the gym, and if I happen to see a news story about them, I'll read it. I think differently from them, at the same time I would never judge them or speak poorly of their beliefs or lifestyle.
 
As I was writing up the post about them...I realized that that makes me a teency bit hypocritical since I loathe Angelina Jolie for collecting adopting babies like some people collect stamps. Atleast in Angelina's crazy mind she thinks she's doing good by collecting adopting babies.
 
In a way, the Duggars are collecting babies too...but atleast Angelina is collecting them from neglect and giving them something they never would've had. A dysfunctional, but wealthy upbringing. Regardless of what I think Angelina should do (*cough start adopting babies from the U.S. or start actually donating some cash or do what you say you're going to do and actually give up acting to focus on your collection hobby children cough*). I don't judge the Duggars, neither should you, but maybe also, I should lighten up on Crazy Angelina.
 
But probably not. I really don't like her.
 
As much as I dislike her, I would rather be stranded on a deserted island with Crazy Angelina than with Psychotic Tom Cruise. *cringe* Imagine my surprise this morning when I opened up the news today and found this little gem. UUUUUUUUGH!!! There are so many things wrong with this alleged plan that I don't even know where to begin!!!
 
Have either of those two boobs ever even done a western? Have they really run out of books to adapt into movies and original screenplays that they have to resort to taking an excellent movie and completely trashing it by remaking it with two of the biggest dolts in Hollywood? REALLY??? Have they no shame???
 
Blerg. I SWEAR that if this movie gets remade, especially with Dumb and Dumber starring in it...I'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever watch another movie again...................well, probably not true....but I will not be happy about it!
 
I'm sooooo shaking my fist right now!

I think we all already knew that I'm paranoid

If you get more than 30, get some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 11-20, you are normal
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are full of crap.
 
I fear...
 
[X] The Dark
[] Staying Single Forever
[] Being a Parent
[X] Being Myself In Front Of Others
[] Open Spaces
[X] Closed Spaces
[X] Heights
[] Dogs
[] Birds
[] Fish
[X] Spiders
[] Flowers or Other Plants
 
Total So Far: 5
 
[X] Being Touched
[] Fire
[X] Deep Water
[X] Snakes
[] Silk
[X] The Ocean
[X] Failure
[] Success
[] Thunder/Lightning
[] Frogs/Toads
[] My Boyfriends/Girlfriends Dad
[] My Boyfriends/Girlfriends Mom
[X] Rats
[X] Jumping From High Places
[] Snow
 
Total So Far: 12
 
[] Rain
[] Wind
[] Crossing Hanging Bridges
[X] Death
[] Heaven
[] Being Robbed/Mugged
[X] Falling
[] Clowns
[] Dolls
[X] Large Crowds of People
[] Men
[] Women
[] Having Great Responsibilities
[] Doctors
[X] Tornadoes
 
Total So Far: 16
 
[X] Hurricanes
[X] Incurable Diseases
[X] Sharks
[] Friday The 13th
[] Scary Movies
[] Poverty
[] Halloween
[] School
[] Trains
[X] Odd Numbers
[] Even Numbers
[X] Being Alone
[] Becoming Blind
[] Becoming Deaf
[X] Growing Up, Old
 
Total So Far: 22
 
[] Creepy Noises in the Night
[X] Not Accomplishing My Dreams/Goals
[X] Needles
[X] Blood
 
Grand Total: 25

The worst part? I could add to this list. *sigh*

You know you're a pathetic blogger when...

...you haven't visited your own blog for over two weeks.
 
*sigh*
 
I do have a Disneyland recap ready to go, I just need to slop in some pictures and post it. That should only take another 3 months or so.
 
Things have been great though. Easter was fun, we colored 11 eggs, (compared to someone at work dying 11 dozen and my sister dying 5 dozen...we did eleven eggs. It took me all weekend to build up the momentum (and motivation) to boil the eggs, make jell-o jigglers (that eventually went down the garbage disposal because it was......unpleasant...) and bake brownies. Throw in 3 loads of dishes in less than 24 hours and you've got me going, "WTF? Aren't holidays supposed to be relaxing?" We did go to my parents house for Easter dinner, that was nice. My mom made an awesome dinner of roast, potatoes and veggies...yum. H and I contributed the brownies, which were a big success.
 
Since it was raining like we needed an arc, we had two Easter egg hunts indoors, which were big successes and thankfully all 11 eggs were found and weren't left to rot in my moms house. Eleven eggs. Really.
 
I'm going to go work on that Disneyland recap. Stay tuned...just don't hold your breath.