Happy Turkey Day! I'm not so happy that it's Thanksgiving as much as I'm excited about Christmas. Yes, I love Christmas. I love everything about it. I'm one of the masses. I'm out there, in your way at the mall mulling over what to get my child, husband, mother, father, the two people we drew names for, teachers, c0-workers, friend's pets.... Yep, that's me.
I get sucked into every Christmas commercial, song and ditty out there. When I was younger I would listen to Christmas music on my parent's record player for months! I totally get into the radio stations that play days and days of Christmas music. I love decorating my house and my office, but I draw the line at my car. (I mean, really, that's just not safe for anyone.) I love the so-called Christmas spirit. I love just sitting in front of the Christmas tree staring at the white lights and decorations. We have candles and spiced cider and presents. Oh, yeah. Did I mention presents?
I love being surprised. To me there's nothing better than the anticipation of what's wrapped under yards and yards of paper and ribbon. I love the feeling and I love sharing that feeling with others. I know many people do not join me in my enthusiasm for the holidays, but I swear once Thanksgiving is over...up go the lights, decorations and tree!
I can't get my cards out by the day after Thanksgiving, but you'll get one. Don't worry.
Happy Holidays!!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Will you hold my hair?
I used to get really excited for Friday. It's a good day. It's a great day. It's the end of the week. We used to go out and have a great time at the bars. Go to a movie. Get our car booted at the Pulix in Buckhead. (only once, pal!) Now, hubby goes to poker once a month, I go out with one set of girlfriends or the other and we get a babysitter (typically my youngest sister). That's only one weekend a month, though. The other 3 weeks we are usually home. Not that that's a bad thing, we're usually so wiped by the end of the week all we want to do is sleep. It's usually the night we go to bed the earliest.
But I digress. This is really about me getting older and not knowing how I feel about it. A couple of months ago we went to a party in B-head at a bar that a couple of my friends from high school run. It was a birthday/charity event and I drank too much. I did the whole drunk girl routine and even puked in the Wawful Hou$e parking lot. Yeah, you pretty much can't take me anywhere. It was sad. I was mad at myself. Hell, I'm 32 years old. (I was just 31 at the time. I didn't know any better....lol) I just don't drink enough to drink the way I drank that night. I repeat, it was sad. I've never been a pretty drunk, but I'm a friendly drunk. ;- ) Just ask the dear hubby. I totally macked on him in the bar. Like I said...I'm a friendly drunk.
I'm just one of those people who can have one or two drinks and be okay, but once I get a third one I tend to binge. Therefore, I tend to not drink at all. I think I had 7 or 8 drinks that night. I know...DUH! Didn't I learn anything in college or the 10 years since?? Yes, but I'm also WAY out of practice.
But I digress. This is really about me getting older and not knowing how I feel about it. A couple of months ago we went to a party in B-head at a bar that a couple of my friends from high school run. It was a birthday/charity event and I drank too much. I did the whole drunk girl routine and even puked in the Wawful Hou$e parking lot. Yeah, you pretty much can't take me anywhere. It was sad. I was mad at myself. Hell, I'm 32 years old. (I was just 31 at the time. I didn't know any better....lol) I just don't drink enough to drink the way I drank that night. I repeat, it was sad. I've never been a pretty drunk, but I'm a friendly drunk. ;- ) Just ask the dear hubby. I totally macked on him in the bar. Like I said...I'm a friendly drunk.
I'm just one of those people who can have one or two drinks and be okay, but once I get a third one I tend to binge. Therefore, I tend to not drink at all. I think I had 7 or 8 drinks that night. I know...DUH! Didn't I learn anything in college or the 10 years since?? Yes, but I'm also WAY out of practice.
Monday, October 10, 2005
What a Wonderful This Could Be...
This past weekend, I went with my mother (and son) to my Great Aunt's house. This was my maternal grandmother's sister who, for a good portion of my life, was a surrogate grandmother. Don't get me wrong. I loved my grandmother dearly, but my Aunt R (to protect the innocent)was always such a sweetie and would seemingly drop anything and everything to help us.
She is now at the beginning stages of alzheimers. It's killing my mom. Recently, she was in the hospital for gall stones and ended up having her gall bladder removed. She's 74 and is having problems remembering things. Names mostly. She didn't remember the conversations we'd had 2 minutes after we'd had them. She gets confused so easily. It's hard not to talk to her and burst into tears b/c you know what's coming next.
This disease is so cruel. She is the third person I've known and my second blood relative (that I know of) to have it. It robbs you of your life. The only good thing about it (if I have to try and find a good thing) is that by the middle-end of it you seem to remember only the good times and the bad times just seem funny.
My great-grandmother (Aunt R's mother) had it and I remember being a kid and going to her house and at first you would only have to remind her who you were once. Then, it was every once in a while. Then, it progressed (or regressed) to her not remembering anything but the past. It completely steals away your short-term memory. That part is what's hard.
On the other hand, wouldn't it be nice if we could only remember the good parts in life and forget the bad, but still benefit from the learning experience without having to deal with the pain? What a wonderful world this would be. Although, how can you appreciate the good without the bad...and all that blahhh! I still think sometimes there are bad things that happen that should be allowed to be wiped out. Kind of like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (preferrably without Kirsten Dunst jumping on my bed in her undies...but that's just a personal preference).
She is now at the beginning stages of alzheimers. It's killing my mom. Recently, she was in the hospital for gall stones and ended up having her gall bladder removed. She's 74 and is having problems remembering things. Names mostly. She didn't remember the conversations we'd had 2 minutes after we'd had them. She gets confused so easily. It's hard not to talk to her and burst into tears b/c you know what's coming next.
This disease is so cruel. She is the third person I've known and my second blood relative (that I know of) to have it. It robbs you of your life. The only good thing about it (if I have to try and find a good thing) is that by the middle-end of it you seem to remember only the good times and the bad times just seem funny.
My great-grandmother (Aunt R's mother) had it and I remember being a kid and going to her house and at first you would only have to remind her who you were once. Then, it was every once in a while. Then, it progressed (or regressed) to her not remembering anything but the past. It completely steals away your short-term memory. That part is what's hard.
On the other hand, wouldn't it be nice if we could only remember the good parts in life and forget the bad, but still benefit from the learning experience without having to deal with the pain? What a wonderful world this would be. Although, how can you appreciate the good without the bad...and all that blahhh! I still think sometimes there are bad things that happen that should be allowed to be wiped out. Kind of like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (preferrably without Kirsten Dunst jumping on my bed in her undies...but that's just a personal preference).
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Baby Mine.
Last night after book club I came home and watched an episode of Law & Order: SVU. I NEVER watch that show, but I'd heard that it was going to be a good one. I decided WTF and watched. It was really good, but it had to do with a little girl who was being held captive and used for porn. Very disturbing. They find her buried and half-dead at the end, but they find her.
Ever since I had my son I've been uber-sensitive to things having to do with children. For instance, I never understood why all these parents got so upset at Stephen King's "Pet Semetary". It was just another scary book... until I had my own child. Now, stuff like that just makes me think of losing my child and I can't bear to think of things like that. It's too hard. I would lose it.
After the episode I went into my son's room and just held and rocked him. I don't get many moments where he's not constantly on the move. I reflected on how lucky we are to even have him and how I don't know what I would do with myself if I ever lost him or my hubby. It's too scary to think about. Way too scary.
So, I won't. I will just get back to work and think about the upcoming episode of LOST! Whoo Hoo! I love Wednesday!
BTW, just so you know. We got a stomach virus this past weekend. It's a doozy, but it's only a 12-hour doozy. Thankfully. My son had it a week ago and we thought we were safe. We weren't. It was bad. Hopefully, it will be the only one we get this year. I haven't had a stomach virus since I was about 14 years old. Now, I've had two in the last 9 months. I love daycare!
My mind is so scattered that I start talking about my sweet baby and end up talking about puke. Go figure!
Everyone have a good one!
Ever since I had my son I've been uber-sensitive to things having to do with children. For instance, I never understood why all these parents got so upset at Stephen King's "Pet Semetary". It was just another scary book... until I had my own child. Now, stuff like that just makes me think of losing my child and I can't bear to think of things like that. It's too hard. I would lose it.
After the episode I went into my son's room and just held and rocked him. I don't get many moments where he's not constantly on the move. I reflected on how lucky we are to even have him and how I don't know what I would do with myself if I ever lost him or my hubby. It's too scary to think about. Way too scary.
So, I won't. I will just get back to work and think about the upcoming episode of LOST! Whoo Hoo! I love Wednesday!
BTW, just so you know. We got a stomach virus this past weekend. It's a doozy, but it's only a 12-hour doozy. Thankfully. My son had it a week ago and we thought we were safe. We weren't. It was bad. Hopefully, it will be the only one we get this year. I haven't had a stomach virus since I was about 14 years old. Now, I've had two in the last 9 months. I love daycare!
My mind is so scattered that I start talking about my sweet baby and end up talking about puke. Go figure!
Everyone have a good one!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Quotes of the Day
1) Imagination is more important than knowledge...
2) Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
--Albert Einstein
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Lost
In spite of all evidence to the contrary, the entire universe is composed of only two basic substances: Magic and bullshit. (author unknown...to me)
I love that quote.
My favorite show of all time "Lost" started season two last night and I was quite pleasantly blown away. I love that show and how it keeps you guessing. I think the plane crash was staged and it's a "Vanilla Sky" with a little "Matrix" thrown in for good measure. The flash backs could be implanted memories. Oh, don't get me started. I can't grasp my own thoughts around this.
I love a good mystery. I used to read Nancy Drew as a kid and "Evil Under the Sun" is an old Hercule Poirot classic. I was addicted to "Columbo" for a long time and was addicted by proxy to "The X-Files" (thank you, Sara).
I like things that keep you guessing and make you think. Thinking is like a good thing, right?
I love that quote.
My favorite show of all time "Lost" started season two last night and I was quite pleasantly blown away. I love that show and how it keeps you guessing. I think the plane crash was staged and it's a "Vanilla Sky" with a little "Matrix" thrown in for good measure. The flash backs could be implanted memories. Oh, don't get me started. I can't grasp my own thoughts around this.
I love a good mystery. I used to read Nancy Drew as a kid and "Evil Under the Sun" is an old Hercule Poirot classic. I was addicted to "Columbo" for a long time and was addicted by proxy to "The X-Files" (thank you, Sara).
I like things that keep you guessing and make you think. Thinking is like a good thing, right?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Music of the Night
My dear hubby took me to see "Phantom of the Opera" last night. While I still feel the same way about the "musical" part of musicals, this was visually stunning. I would have loved to have been just a little closer to see the details in the set designs. Also, the notes those women (and men) can hit brought chills to my soul!
I guess I'm going to have to read the book.
I've been to a fair share of plays in my time and I have to say some people just don't get it. I saw people in jeans. JEANS for god sake, it's the Fox! I don't think there's ever an appropriate time to wear jeans to the Fox. Even for a movie. AND what's with the people who can't get to their seat on time and come back holding a beer smelling like smoke? (No offense to my friends that smoke, but it's one thing when you're at a bar. The theater is another thing entirely.) That's just tacky. I had my martini (that my wonderful hubby went back to get for me), but I was still seated well before they dimmed the lights. There were people stumbling back to their seats after the second act had started. That's just rude. What happened to the old rule that if you weren't back in time you had to wait? People in this town certainly show their class by wearing jeans and coming in late during a Broadway production.
Of course, hubby and I got Junior Mints...but we were seated on time, by god!
I guess I'm going to have to read the book.
I've been to a fair share of plays in my time and I have to say some people just don't get it. I saw people in jeans. JEANS for god sake, it's the Fox! I don't think there's ever an appropriate time to wear jeans to the Fox. Even for a movie. AND what's with the people who can't get to their seat on time and come back holding a beer smelling like smoke? (No offense to my friends that smoke, but it's one thing when you're at a bar. The theater is another thing entirely.) That's just tacky. I had my martini (that my wonderful hubby went back to get for me), but I was still seated well before they dimmed the lights. There were people stumbling back to their seats after the second act had started. That's just rude. What happened to the old rule that if you weren't back in time you had to wait? People in this town certainly show their class by wearing jeans and coming in late during a Broadway production.
Of course, hubby and I got Junior Mints...but we were seated on time, by god!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
You Say It's Your Birthday...
da na na na na na....it's my birthday, too. Yeah!
Yes, today is my birthday. Whoo! I love my birthday. Some people get upset about growing older...not me. Nope. Not at all. I swear!
My birthday has always been such a fun day...except the time my mom didn't realize I was joking and made me a coconut cake... I cried. She cried. It was bad. I HATE coconut! (did I stress that enough? I mean I HAAAAAATE coconut. blah!) I don't even like coconut rum. Ick! Blech! Yuck! Okay.
So, aside from that one all of my birthdays have been pretty stellar. Just knowing that you made it one more year is something in itself.
One of my favorite quotes is "The purpose of life is to fight maturity"-Dick Werthimer. (Of course, I had to look up the author.) Fortunately, most of my friends feel the same way...in one way or another. First of all, we're mature in an immature way. I mean, who's REALLY mature. There's time to be mature when you're on your deathbed. Although, I think I want that to be fun.
Another quote I like is "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, your body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "Woo hoo! What a ride!" I can't find who said that, but I love it.
Have a great day. I know I will. :-)
Yes, today is my birthday. Whoo! I love my birthday. Some people get upset about growing older...not me. Nope. Not at all. I swear!
My birthday has always been such a fun day...except the time my mom didn't realize I was joking and made me a coconut cake... I cried. She cried. It was bad. I HATE coconut! (did I stress that enough? I mean I HAAAAAATE coconut. blah!) I don't even like coconut rum. Ick! Blech! Yuck! Okay.
So, aside from that one all of my birthdays have been pretty stellar. Just knowing that you made it one more year is something in itself.
One of my favorite quotes is "The purpose of life is to fight maturity"-Dick Werthimer. (Of course, I had to look up the author.) Fortunately, most of my friends feel the same way...in one way or another. First of all, we're mature in an immature way. I mean, who's REALLY mature. There's time to be mature when you're on your deathbed. Although, I think I want that to be fun.
Another quote I like is "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, your body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "Woo hoo! What a ride!" I can't find who said that, but I love it.
Have a great day. I know I will. :-)
Monday, September 12, 2005
Monday, Monday...
Mondays stink. I guess I'm in mourning the loss of the weekend. Weekends are good. Weekends are fun. Weekends are way too effing short. Why is that? Who started that? Must we REALLY be productive? Okay, fine, I get it. Powerful country, blah. We're all a bunch of workaholics who can't relax unless we're blowing someone up. (Yikes, stop there...)
No, I'm not into politics. I found out the hard way that it's a quick conversation stopper. I haven't talked about it since and won't start now. Considering my husband has a minor in Poly-Sci, I'm out of my league anyway.
I do, however, love to talk about movies. I saw "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" this weekend. It was okay. It didn't suck, but I wouldn't say it was great, either. There were a couple of things I couldn't watch, but all in all it was pretty good. It wasn't historically accurate according to a couple of articles I read, but hey, it's Hollywood and it's only "based" on true events. So, technically, they don't have to be. If they were, I'm sure they wouldn't be half as interesting, right? Riiiiight??!
Anyway, I guess I'll get back to work. Blah! (LB, please forgive my grammaticalities........)
No, I'm not into politics. I found out the hard way that it's a quick conversation stopper. I haven't talked about it since and won't start now. Considering my husband has a minor in Poly-Sci, I'm out of my league anyway.
I do, however, love to talk about movies. I saw "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" this weekend. It was okay. It didn't suck, but I wouldn't say it was great, either. There were a couple of things I couldn't watch, but all in all it was pretty good. It wasn't historically accurate according to a couple of articles I read, but hey, it's Hollywood and it's only "based" on true events. So, technically, they don't have to be. If they were, I'm sure they wouldn't be half as interesting, right? Riiiiight??!
Anyway, I guess I'll get back to work. Blah! (LB, please forgive my grammaticalities........)
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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