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| Tuesday, November 29, 2005 |
| Clueless and Frustrated |
I have no idea what I'm doing in my sleep and dreams, but apparently I'm losing. The other day I woke up with a bruise on my nose, ya all along the skin between your nostrils. Haven't a clue how it got there, usually smacking my nose into something is hard to forget. Then Monday morning I woke-up with both muscles on the front side of my neck pulled. So first I had to deal with an odd bruise that was annoying when I looked in the mirror and now I'm going on day two of having a pain filled neck. Oh have I also mentioned that nearly everything I eat upsets my stomach? Ya I spend a lot of cuddle time with a heating pad.
Oh and all of last week I was gimping around cause my right leg was being stupid. Think that some how a nerve got pinched sending pain and numbness up and down my whole right leg . . . you know the leg you use to drive.
Yes this is me bitching about it, and in a moment I'll opt to overreact and claim that I'm dying. The excuses I can throw out cause I'm a girl and I can, it's expected by most guys and brothers.
Yup guys and brothers are not in the same category. Guys have sex, my brothers don't. Even the married one. Just like I don't in their eyes, my oldest brother still claims that it was the Utah Air Conditioning that got me pregnant. On that subject I found two other people who got pregnant in an air conditioned home. You know what that means . . . three is a conspiracy.
Hee hee, I'm in a better mood now.
Question of the Day: What are nails made of again? |
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| Tuesday, November 22, 2005 |
| I shouldn't Laugh |
Last night Anna (my 4 year old daughter) and I were walking hand-in-hand thru the parking lot of Fred Meyers. It was dark being near 6:00 pm, as we walked down the row she made some quiet comment about closing her eyes. I looked down to her with a smile, only able to see the thick purple fleece hat covering her head. Like always right as we got to the back of the car I let her hand go so she could beat me to the car door like she always does (A new game she picked-up at Daycare "I Win, you Lose"). Just like she always does she ran straight between my car and the one next to ours.
SMACK!!!
Thud
She runs right into the driver's side mirror on the car next to ours, which lands her flat on her back crying. I run the two steps to her, pick her up and hold her close while I open the door to the car. We sit inside, her curled in my lap. After making sure there wasn't any blood or damage more then a red spot I asked her the important question, "Anna were you running with your eyes closed?"
She nods her head as the tears stream down her cheeks. I couldn't help chuckling . . . only a sweet child would do something like that . . . running in a parking lot at night with her eyes closed. Guts, that's what she has.
I then apologized to her, not realizing that she had been walking with her eyes closed. But I also told her that it's not safe to go walking around with our eyes closed.
Then I spoke the simple phrase that cures all owies. Looking up I see the B&R, "Would ice cream make your head feel better?" I don't think I need to tell you her answer.
When we got home she wanted an ice pack for her forehead, which she used after she spilt her neon blue-green-purple ice cream on my tan carpet. She got in a little bit of trouble for not telling me about it till after she tried cleaning it up.
I still feel bad cause I still laugh about it, where's a camera when you could have used one.
Question of the Day: What's Ink made out of? |
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| Monday, November 21, 2005 |
| Dances About |
I saw Harry Potter this weekend!! Friday to be exact, a 10:40 pm showing . . in hopes that the crowd was smaller and not containing so many little people. Add to the fact that I got to see it in a new theater, which was super spiffy looking surrounded by super nice shops . . . then add my Little Brother as my date and one regular sized Cappuccino Blast on an empty stomach and you have one fun night.
The movie was great, the 2-1/2 hours shot past without noticing the aches of sitting so long. It was weird to go to a movie where people cheer as the beginning and ending credits roll. As promised the movie was much darker then those previous, with an added note that each movie (as the books do) will get darker in theme. Which means my daughter will continue to enjoy the first two movies in whole, the third with her missing the Werewolf scenes and not a single frame of the fourth. Which after she saw the preview agreed that she didn't want to watch it.
I had a blast waiting in line for the movie, thankfully it was inside (it was freezing outside and I was wearing a skirt). But my little brother and I kept ourselves well entertained. I'm not sure if he was laughing at what I said or me, I think it was a mix. I have a habit of adding an excited butt wiggle to a subject I was excited about (can't recall what it was now).
In the end I ended-up kicking him out of my car at 2:20 am, it was nice talking and joking. I ended-up crawling in bed at 2:45, sadly I woken-up at 10:30 Saturday morning. The good thing is I won a free digital camera, just have to see a presentation for a time share or something.
Hmm, kind of ran out of steam it seems.
Question of the Day: Back in the 70's Coke had coke in it. How the hell did that happen??? |
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| Monday, November 14, 2005 |
| OMG!!! |
My worst fear happened just moments ago, I always thought it would happen but some small part of me thought I might actually get lucky and never be forced to deal with it. The first weekend of July marked my one year anniversary of living in my apartment, my first room-mate free place. It also happens to be my first ground floor apartment, because it allows my daughter to have a backyard. Well at approximately 6:30 this evening while my daughter and I were watching Gilmore Girl’s on DVD (her choice) and eating dinner (pizza and risotto – shut up). My Lorelei banter was interrupted by noise above us (marking the living room of my neighbor above), at first I thought she was just moving something . . . perhaps exercising at a rhythmic pace. Then it stopped and I brushed it off, but not even a few seconds later the thudding started again. This time it didn’t stop for a few minutes. I could have sworn I hear heavy breathing, perhaps something more . . . I quickly began turning the volume up on the TV. A panicked eye looking to my daughter who was thankfully still focused on the episode we were watching. I felt a wave of nausea flood over me, the thought of people having sex right above me and my DAUGHTER!!! I think that was the most upsetting about it, the fact that my daughter was sitting right there eating her slightly over baked pizza. But on a happier note the thudding stopped a short time later (if it was sex I have to say I was very disappointed in the sprint of it all . . . or perhaps they retired to a less squeaky place to continue). So I have retreated to me room, to watch Harry Potter and play on the computer while my daughter dragged out her box of ponies to play in the living room.
I hope this doesn’t affect my dreams tonight
Question of the Day: I’m having sound flash-backs, I’ll write one later |
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| Thursday, November 10, 2005 |
| The Wedding |
The whole thing caught me by surprise, the surprise of how it effected me. I'm not your typical girl when it comes to emotional things . . . I'll get all doey eyes during movies like Armageddon, Step Mother, Walk in the Clouds and even really lame movies/shows where's you're not expected to cry. But when it comes to weddings and funerals my eyes are always bone dry, not that I don't care but I'm not struck enough to get leaky eyed.
So while I was getting my hair and make-up done, the day of, the subject of waterproof mascara came-up multiple times. Specially since every 2 minutes my mom was getting teary-eyed for the last few weeks. But I was confident that I wouldn't, why would I? I'm not loosing anyone, nothing is really changing in my life. Taysia has been around for the past 2 years, she and my brother have been living together for the past year . . . a little ring doesn't effect MY life, just there's. I never cried for any other little ceremony I had been to.
There wasn't even a threat of tears as I was escorted down the aisle by my brother's friend (groomsmen). We were the last couple to come down the aisle before my daughter came down (will talk about that in another blog). After coming down the aisle we're to walk to the center of the stairs before going to the side, it was looking up to my brother that did it. Yup he had tears rimming his eyes . . damn . . . from there on out I had issues thru the whole service. I would compose myself, but then my eyes would look to Jeremy and Taysia as they exchanged vows . . . both had tears falling. Their emotions were so transparent that . . . damn it's enough to make me get teary eyed again and the wedding was nearly three weeks ago.
I tried playing it off cool, cause people only notice you're crying when you wipe your tears away . .. so I didn't for the most part. Apparently one of my tears had fallen on the neckline of my dress, which was pointed out to me after the ceremony.
On the plus side, for me, it was common talk during the reception that nearly everyone was moved to tears during the ceremony. I think there was a 100% contamination for all females in the church. It was a beautiful wedding, picture-perfect Jeremy and Taysia. And that's the whole point isn't it?
Question of the Day: Weighing out the Pros and Cons of each gender which would you rather be if you could chose? |
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| Wednesday, November 9, 2005 |
| Evil I Tell You! |
I consider myself a flexible person except for when it comes to certain things, such as some foods I'm very stubborn against trying them. Well last weekend I decided to be open-minded and do something that I've never done before. Going out on a suto date I decided to let him take me to his favorite Sushi bar, I don't like sushi but in all honesty I never tried it. So I thought I'd be SUPER good and go for it, me being super good because I don't like seafood unless it's a fish stick which most seafood lovers claim as not actually fish. So we sat down, and he grabbed me a little plate of soybeans [a first for me too, they weren't that bad]. Then he informed me on all the types of treats, and what's what as far as soy sauce, wasabi and ginger goes. He mixed a dish of wasabi and soy sauce while I tried eyeing something other then eel and other meats of the sea I was far from comfortable with. Option for some California rolls we split them, I had sure I had enough wasabi on it to help with the taste. All in all it wasn't horrid, though there was something in it that I didn't like . . . the crab, white fish or the salmon eggs I later discovered on the top. Then I saw these tasty looking rolls with cucumber and cream cheese with rice wrapped around it. Laying across the top was a slice of salmon. I like an occasional salmon so I opted for that one. The way it was positioned in my mouth I ended up eating the salmon last . . . it was slimy and I partially gagged at it. I'm a very texture oriented person. But I ate it down, drank some of my water and ate a few pods of soybeans and I was done.
1 week later I think that piece of salmon is still swimming around in my stomach . . . it makes me feel icky . . . I think the texture of it would be like eating a piece of raw liver . . .ewww . . . my tummy hurts.
Question of the Day: Do you think the more people who eat sushi the more steak it'll leave for me?
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| Tuesday, November 8, 2005 |
| NODDLES ATE MY SOUP!!!!! |
Since I'm getting over the last of my cold I went home for lunch to make some Top Roman and snag a shower to feel better. I cooked my soup while I got dressed. Time was running out and my soup was FAR from cool enough to eat. So I put a lid on the bowl and headed back to work. 7 minutes later I'm sitting at my desk pulling the lid off my yummy smelling soup to find it dry as a bone . . . NO BROTH!!! IT'S THE WHOLE DAMN POINT OF HAVING SOUP WHEN YOU'RE STUFFED UP AND YOUR THROAT IS SORE WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH NOODLES!!
*clears throat* So I ate my overly plump Roman Noodles through out the day . . . wasn't as good . . tasted salty. Just needed to rant some.
Question of the Day: What's the best kind of comfort food when you're sick?Labels: Rant |
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