Would You Like Some Fries With That?

This morning I stopped by Sonic to quickly grab a little breakfast and out with my French Toast Sticks came two containers of syrup (yes, you read that right). They never give two... and some ketchup.

Why ketchup?

I might could understand ranch because ranch goes with everything (ask my kids)... but ketchup!?

The Irish are Coming!

Happy St Patty's Day to ya!

It's kind of a dark, wet, dreary day here in the heart of the USA. What a crappy way to start spring break.

I've never understood why they have "spring" break in March when it's almost always (99.99%) likely to be cold and nasty. I can't really recall a nice spring break. Ever. I do remember having an ice storm though! I remember snow on spring break too. I don't remember 'springy' weather. Ever.

Why don't they move spring break to be a week or two later? I know that it wouldn't really be in the middle of the academic semester, but it would probably be nicer weather.

Oh. and Heather Mills pisses me off. Just looking at her makes me irrate. If Paul would give me 50 million, I'd be a happy little camper.

A Day at the Spa

I wondered why Heather's face was all dolled up when I got to her house to pick baby Z up. She usually wears really light makeup and she even had this deep brick red lipstick on. She looked like she was fixing to go on stage or something.

"We played Beauty Shop today, and Z got her toes painted".



They are cute little pink nails too! How someone could sit and so steadily paint such a tiny moving target is beyond me!

Baby Got Back

Baby Z rolled over last night!

C put her down on her jungle gym mat to play and walked off towards the kitchen. He turned back to check on her and she flipped right on over!

She jabbers and giggles and flirts with us and is now rolling over (back to front). She's growing up so quickly! I've already packed away a big set of clothes that she's outgrown. I took one last peek at them before I neatly folded them and shoved them in the bag and thought "gosh, I remember when she was that tiny and wore this". It was just a few weeks/months ago! lol

Acting Like Schoolgirls

I can't remember if I've mentioned this before or not. You know sometimes you think about things so much that you honestly think you've talked about it (or blogged it) and all along it's been only in your mind.

I don't like the Today Show so much since Katie left and Meredith is on. It's not that I don't like Meredith.... it's that I don't particularly care for her on the Today Show. I'm not real hip on the dynamics. It seems like to me that Matt is always trying to stay on track and 'run' from the female co-hosts but they are always giggling and flirting and getting off track. I've even seen them grab him and giggle... hanging onto him... and he'd break away and try to seriously get the show going while they'd still be giggling and cracking up.

It was joking and loose when Katie was co-anchoring with Matt, but she didn't lead you to believe she wanted in his pants and at whatever cost. Plus, she didn't stand like a man. That drives me nuts to.

Cars

I picked me out a new car. Several actually. Last night we had VIP passes to the Auto Show. I love the new Tahoe's, the new Mustang's (especially the Shelby), the new SAAB, the new Explorer, the new Infiniti, the Ferrari, etc etc etc....

but the love of my life was there! All spit-shined and calling my name. A black '79 Trans Am. The Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am. I want that car! It sat on the floor just waiting on me. When I saw it, it was like the doors of heaven opened and lights shined down and you could hear the trumpets playing. God wants me to have that car!

Do you know how much it would cost to find a car like that in mint condition!? Do you realize how much it would cost to find one and have it restored to that condition!? Do you realize how many more jobs I'd have to get right now to do that!? lol

I do like that new SAAB though.

They had all the munchies you can eat and all the wine and beer you could drink. Drinks make the cars look better and the price tags irrelevant.

I like that SAAB. There might be a picture of me in it... somewhere. Seems like someone took a pic.

Dentists and Depos

While those two words should rarely be uttered in the same sentence, it’s been a case of dealing with both this week. On the bright side, the crown I thought was coming loose turned out to be my troublesome sinuses causing the aches. On the sinister side, my insurance lawyer called to inform me I needed to answer and fax those pesky interrogatory questions back to him pronto so that he could scoot them over to the plaintiff’s counsel before the depositions are held next Monday. I am so not looking forward to this nonsense. I realize I am being circumspect but until this BS is over and done with, I’m not at liberty to speak freely. Here’s hoping the greedy freeloader settles and doesn’t drag this through the court system and waste everyone's precious time.

Happy Humps!

Hump Day

It's Wednesday and I've yet to find the time to write a post (until now) or check anyone's sites. *begging forgiveness*

Why is it when you become pretty much unemployed, that you find yourself even busier and wonder how you even had time to work a full time job to begin with!? The piles of laundry have gotten bigger, dinner is more 'fast' than it was before, I cram my workouts into even smaller time slots, emails don't get returned for days (if that) and I havent talked to friends in ages it seems like. What is going on!? I'd love to have time to stop and smell the roses!

My taxes are done though and I've got VIP passes to the Auto Show tonight. The laundry will have to wait another day. Wait.... I can't do it tomorrow either because I've got class tomorrow night and I'm putting together a FOOD basket for a silent auction on Friday. Maybe I can get to it this weekend. Wait, only after I go shopping and check emails and change diapers and pick up my taxes.... gosh, unemployment is busy!

Up One Rank

Last night marked the end of the new adventure for me. Bootcamp is over. Our last night was a PT test to measure against our first PT test ... to see how we improved. I DID GOOD!!!! I ran an 8 minute mile the first PT test and I ran a 6 minute mile last night! PLUS it was in a hilly park so I did really good! My lungs hurt like a biatch when I was done because it had turned a little chilly (the chilly kind of chilly where you can breath and it looks like you're smoking). Today I'm coughing like no other because of last night I think... but still I made it!

The new victims, err... recruits, had their beginning PT test last night and from the looks of things, I think those instructors have their work cut out for them. One girl, the heaviest of all of them, did the best. She kicked hiney in the run but she certainly did her fair share of bitching about it. haha I told her it only gets easier and to hang in there - even though you think you're going to croak.

Afterwards, a few of us went out to celebrate our bootcamp graduation. We hit the sauce... the very thing we'd been banned from for a month. So I one single night we probably ruined four weeks of training. hehe

Sick as a Dog

With the exception of that lovely warm week in paradise, I’ve been fighting like crazy to keep the cursed crud at bay. It’s been all around me permeating every molecule of air I breathe for weeks and though I put up a valiant fight, I finally succumbed this past Tuesday. I woke up feeling like total hell and for the next 48 hours, days and nights merged into one hazy blur as my congested head remained motionless on the pillow. And yes, I’m pretty sure by the end of yesterday I smelled like a billy goat. The price one must pay for winter tropical getaways.

And just forget any sort of restful recuperation at my house. The “K and P Show” decided to take it on the road, or in this case, down the road straight to our house, as P came by and cornered hub by the garage as she spent over 1 ½ hours (I timed her) crying the blues. In the meantime, K repeatedly dialed our number and left numerous messages on the answering machine while simultaneously annoying the living piss out of me. (What part of either "no one is in the house or healthy enough to deal with your crap" are you missing???) He and his doofus lawyer eventually showed up in person to get a car battery and make things even more awkward than they already were. TBC about went ballistic and they got the heck out of Dodge pronto. Sick or not, I think I’d rather be at work. And, yes, we pulled the plug on the machine.

Sunday night, my sis and bro-in-law came over and I was telling her about the booing incident at the resort. She immediately inquired if I had stomped off in a huff at this inexcusable insolence. Does she know me or what?? :)

Language of Love

To spice things up at the office today, I set my email language preference to Spanish.

After a while, it's not so fun anymore. It's way too much work.

Maybe I'll try Portugese next.

Jaws of Steel

I'm not a real big fan of the dentist. I've been pretty fortunate as I've only suffered with braces and a few fillings... nothing major.

Until about a month ago when my dentist told me that one of my fillings needed to be repaired because it was actually peeling up. I could feel it... have been feeling it for years. I knew something was going on, but his idea of repair was a crown! What the heck is a crown!? I had an idea... but tried to not entertain the thought. For fear it would get worse, I made an appointment to get it fixed. The crown and two fillings removed and replaced with porcelean.

Yesterday was said appointment. The day from hell!

The first series of shots did nothing. Not numb at all. So, he came in with a second series of shots. A little tingley... on my cheek... but my lip was fine and I could still feel my teeth. A third series of shots (and a series is about 4) and he said 'this should do it', did not much more. My lip still isnt tingley. He started to do a 'test' drill. HOLY @#^%!#^$#*!&%#^@$#^%@ I could feel it!!!

So, the fourth series... I got a shot so I could even get a shot! He gave me a shot in my jaw to deaden it so he could give me the mother of all shots. He stabbed me in my jaw here and there and here and there and said "now you've had enough to kill a horse! That should do it!" My lip got fat and my tongue huge.

I think we're ready to go!

Not really. During all three teeth drillings I could feel spots where he'd hit a nerve and dayum it bout sent me through the roof! After he was done and I'd endured the smell of grinding teeth, he said "we need to talk".

One tooth that he'd filled, he decided really needed a crown too because it was going to cause me problems years down the road and considering it takes so much to deaden my mouth, we should do it now! *tears well up in my eyes* and I told him that I hated him. He said "yeah, I get told that a couple times a week".

I went in for two fillings and a crown. I walked out with two crowns and a filling and a very sore jaw!!!

Jamaican Me Crazy

Just thought I would share a few random closing thoughts on Jamaica. (Aka “The DR But in English with Left-Sided Driving.”)

• I learned that nocturnal lizards come out at night and indulge in reptilian revelry all their own. Our balcony morphed into Lizard City when the sun went down.
• This time around I made sure to pack duplicate makeup so that if I lost any, I was covered. Literally. (Remember my emotional meltdown in the DR when I misplaced my coverstick and the hapless Dominicans were forced to view my undereye circles?) Oh the horror.
  
• TBC took ogling duty to new heights as he kept eagle eye tabs on the topless, suntanning European women flaunting their upper assets while lazing on the lounge chairs. He was constantly on patrol, walking from one end of the property to the other as he scrutinized the female persuasion for exposed nippage. I now refer to our vacation as BoobWatch ‘08.
• Americans were a small minority (Minn., Wyoming, Illinois, NY, Iowa, and of course Okieland) here at the RDCC. The breakdown seemed to be Brits, Germans, Canuckians, followed by Americans. One evening as the nightly show started, the imbibing mix was asked where they were from and when the USA voiced representation, a few in the audience booed. I was too far in the back to see who. While I was not overly surprised, I felt it extremely rude and uncalled for. And I was pretty pissed. And that said...
  
• Iowan males are obnoxious, complaining loudmouths. Not all American males, and certainly not all Iowans but this fact unfortunately held true in the case of those guilty few staying at our resort. (Though I'm certain this had no relationship to the boo factor.) Nevertheless. Tsk!
  
• Once again, grinding poverty contrasted wildly between the ‘haves’ enjoying resort amenities while sequestered inside the sheltering resort and the ‘have-nots’ outside the security-guarded walls. Such glaring disparity. Very sad.

And finally, after enduring tornadoes, fog, snow, torrential downpours, and pestilence on our homebound trek, I wearily stumbled into my bathroom at 2:30 am Sunday to find the wastebasket overturned, the rug a rumpled mess, and a hardened, kitten-sized dump awaiting discovery in the bathtub. I suppose it was Cami’s way of saying: “Welcome home, Mommy!”

End to the Madness

It brings me great joy, and at the same time a tear to my eye, to announce that next week is my final week of bootcamp. Unless I sign up again.

I've almost successfully completed my month of buttkickin' bootcamp and although Orientation sucked ARSE big time and I wanted to vomit and quit... I've really enjoyed going to class and making new friends. I also have more energy and have pushed myself to levels that haven't been challenged since the days of Coach Pain at Chaos College.

Drill Sgt Dave announced last night as Bring a Friend night. I took two. Well, one was my sister. Does that count as a friend!? I had an extra to spare just in case someone was missing their friend. He had some other chick - who I'd never met a day in my life - teach the class. I should mention that I really don't care to ever see her again either. She was a Biatch and bossy and in your face and loud and rough. I was sick of listening to her scream. Drill Sgt Dave is loud and bossy and in your face and blowing that damn whistle.... but he's motivating and fun and smiles while he does it. I missed him! She wasnt a very good person to put out front while we had visitors. My visitors wanted to barf. Most of the visitors looked pale actually... and the guy that was opposite me on most of the circuit training would stop dead in his tracks and be just white as a ghost and seconds away from passing out smooth on the sweat dribbled floor.

Afterwards, my friends said they liked it and would like to try it. HOWEVER only if it started slower and gradually advances. It does... and they got brought in on week 3 and that's where we're kicking out 300 jumping jacks in a minute. It's terribly fast. I asked the dude (opposite me) if he was going to join next month.... "OH HEALLLL NO!" lol

Next week will be sad. I hate to see it end, but i'm ready to take a break.

Just Like Living in Paradise

This must be just
Like living in paradise
Just like paradise
And I don`t want to go home.

--Just Like Paradise, David Lee Roth

Rather than spouting endless superlatives along the lines of “gorgeous,” “breathtaking,” and “magnificent,” I think I will mostly let the pictures speak for themselves. (But Jamaica was indeed beautiful!)


Our Resort--The RDCC



Our Building



Our Fav Waiter, Winston (what a cutie)



Our Fav Security Guard, Kevin



View from a table at the buffet



Massage Huts (yes, we both had one!)



One of the coves at sunset



Looking toward the individual huts at sunset



View from our balcony




Lush and tropical



The Caribbean from our balcony



Life-size chess board



The Swing Bar--Our favorite!



Yours truly



As you can see, it was hard to leave this lovely place. Wrap-up tomorrow..... :)

Re: Earthgirls

Love amongst the stars is every 'valley' girls dream and for Valerie (Geena Davis) it's a dream come true when love literally crash lands into her life in the form of intergalactic hardware plunging into her pool. For the three amorous aliens at the helm (Jeff Goldblum, Jim Carrey and Damon Wayans), the sight of an 'earth girl' in the shapely form of Valerie had proved too arousing, letting controls get out of hand.

One evening after a day of relaxing sun and fun, we happened to catch this enjoyable romp from 1988 on the screen. My viewing delight, however, was tinged with sadness knowing that Charles Rocket had committed suicide in 2005. Is it me or is/was Jeff Goldblum a serious hottie contender? Those eyes, those lips, that smoking bod. Rwwrrrr!

Jamaica pics paired with a brief synopsis should be on tap by Friday but today I will leave you with this profound quote:

Waste your brain; wax your board; pray for waves.

--From Woody in Earth Girls Are Easy

I's Returneth

Hello my darlings! Hugs and kisses to all. *smoochy smooch* Did ya miss me? (Please lie through your blogger teeth and give me a big ole "hell ya!") I'm playing catch up on the comp today and getting through a billion emails. Woot! You wouldn't think being gone for just a week would be that bad, but it is. Jamaica was wonderful and it was hard to leave, but I guess one cannot stay in paradise indefinitely. (with the exception of Trouble.) Such is life.

I had a fantastic time in Jamaica and came back with a lovely tan. I made sure to slather on the sunscreen so this lily white skin would not suffer unduly. Yes, I do look kinda red in this pic but the camera is deceiving though god knows my hair looks like crap here. It may take awhile for all the fruity rum cocktails (and wine) I downed to dissipate but it sure was fun while it lasted. I can’t seem to get the reggae tunes that blared from the loudspeaker at the jetty bar out of my head either. Anyway, I do know I’m not sorry I missed all the accreditation crapioca stress and now things shall return to the usual, normal chaos.

I could so get used to 80 to 85 degrees every day. At least there wasn't snow on the ground when we got back in Saturday night, but we had to deal with severe storms in Houston and the planes all got delayed resulting in a midnight Tulsa return and a very soggy drive home. It was 2:30 am by the time we pulled into the carport and even later when I got to bed. I was dead tired yesterday but feeling pretty good today. Pictures will be posted later this week. Ya mon!

This is the Life

Due to downsizing, i'm staying at home now! HIP HIP.... HOORAY!!! Actually I think it was more that Fat Bastard worked his weenie ways and convinced the powers that be, that he should be in charge of the techs. So... they offered me a programming position (website, online apps, etc), but I turned it down. That's not my thing. I can't stand to be stuck behind a computer all day - unless its for email and chatting! lol My personality needs to be up running around. I'm a mover and a shaker, baby!!!



I'm happy as a lark being home. I sign my severance package tomorrow!

Rain Rain go Away

Well....

Valentine's Day was pretty good. Work was shitty, but dinner was good. We got the shittiness straightened out with HR and all was good....

until Friday at 3:30pm. It went to shitty again.

Come Monday things are going to change drastically. For me... AND for those jerks.

Here are some pleasant pictures on this cold, rainy, snowy, sleety, freezing rain day!


Italian Nachos at Zio's are awesome! But you need to share.... they send alot out!


The cookie I got C, P and Z


aaaawwwww..... the sweet little couple having dinner at Zio's on V-Day!

Lovely February Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

A few things I love about my Valentine:

He has a heart of gold and is always looking out for my best interest.
He can be so romantic (something i'm not so good at)
He thinks about me all the time.
I can trust him 110%... and do.
He is an awesome dad!
When we met he said I was 'hot'.
When we married he said I was 'hot'.
While preggers... he STILL said I was 'hot'.
After baby Z... he says I'm 'hot'.
(regardless of my condition... he tells me how beautiful I am)
He never gives up on me.
He lets me be totally addicted to the gym and understands how important it is to me.
He makes beautiful babies!
He's smart as a tack.
He lets me curl up next to him to keep warm - even when i'm iceburg cold.
I can make him happy with simple things (smile, hug or... you know). hehe
When I'm cranky, he still can love me.
I love him!

I could go on and on but these are the first things that popped into my head.