It OBVIOUSLY has been FOREVER since my last post and when I look back and read it, it seems much, much longer than it actually has been.
My foot is great...except for the Charlie Horses (Why do they call them that???) that send me screaming. Weird, I know and only since my last surgery have they started. Must be my partially bionic-ness!
Carlos and I have been in our house for just over a year now! YEAH!!! We still love it, and I finally think I have convinced Carlos to let me paint the bedroom. Chocolate Brown and Grey/Blue.
What a guy! He's so great, really anything that I want to do with the house he gives into...on ONE condition. When we actually by a house house, he gets a Man Cave! LMAO!
I'm working a ton and getting paid less then everyone tells me I'm worth. Yeah, that's right. I get told all the time what a miracle worker I am, and promises to be taken out to lunch for the favors I do. And not one person has held up their end of the deal, except for one, who actually sent me flowers. But, that's how most jobs are, aren't they???
I actually have an assistant though! She's great, and amazing. Nothing like only having to tell someone once how to do something and they remember it. Her name is Ashleigh.
Anyway, I guess one of the reasons I haven't written much is because I was suckered into FaceBook. It's like crack. You get a fix and your hooked for life, plus I've hooked up with SO many people from the past it's CRAZY!
Well, that's all for now! Cheers!
Monday, October 20, 2008
It OBVIOUSLY has been FOREVER since my last post and when I look back and read it, it seems much, much longer than it actually has been.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I'm FREE! I'm FREE! I'm FREE!!!
Yes, it's finally true...no cast, no boot (unofficially...) and no more pain!
I can hardly believe that I made it to this day!
Things have been so great! I spent the whole weekend paling around with friends, eating sushi, watching movies and all without the hindrance of a cast or a boot on my foot!
By the way, for any of you who love sushi the way I do... you need to try Asuka if you haven't already.
Bottom line... I was VERY leery of eating anywhere that offered All-You-Can-Eat Sushi. BUT, after several times of sending friends off to eat there without me (royal tasters, if you will...) without any of them turning green, developing skin lesions, or dying from some unknown toxicity...I decided to try it.
$18.25 will buy you the opportunity to glutton yourself on rolls worthy of Happy Sumo or Tepanyaki...they are delicious!!! All the favorites and the Nigiri to boot! Considering that Carlos and I can blow through $100 at Happy Sumo any day of the week and twice on Sunday, Asuka is our sinful oasis!
Next, saw Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skulls... Liked it, loved the first half, but it kinda lost me there at the end... I won't go into details for those of you who haven't seen it yet. BUT, it the beginning, I will admit, I got chills..all over 'cause it reminded me of being a kid watching the original three...AND Harrison Ford is still Hot as Hell as the infamous Indy...Heeelllloooo Daddy!
I called and told my dad that I went and saw it, and he promptly told me that, "...the Crystal Skulls are all fake. Don't ask again, they're fake." He said. So, in case any of you were wondering about the supernatural powers of the skulls, there you have it. Straight from the mouth of an Archeologist.
My Memorial Day Weekend was fun! Separated with afternoon naps and some great food, lots of time with friends and the company of Carlos...Truly Memorial!
Friday, May 2, 2008
My life...as you all know it.. officially started it's downward spiral as of about 10 minutes ago.
I might as well start looking for a burial plot, filling out my last Will & Testiment, and full-filling life long dreams...I don't have long.
Why? You ask...
I went to the restroom at work, and after doing my business and washing my hands of course, I was preening, admiring the handy work of my brand new Chi Flat Iron when I saw it...
It came up from no where, completely blindsided me and INSTANTLY I was filled with a sense of dread. The Grim Reaper, I could feel, just altered his course and is heading my way.
What? You ask again...
A grey hair.
My FIRST grey hair.
Yes, I know, I gasped louder than you just did. Yet there it was, it's silvery luster shining out between the brown, as if to say, "Hello, and welcome to the top of the Hill, enjoy your flight to the bottom, and have a nice day!"
It's a tragedy, the MOST horrific thing to happen to me in my life (and THAT's really sayin' something!!!)... How will I carry on? Shave my head entirely? Head to the salon at lunch for a highlight treatment? Or embrace the inevitable, hopefully graceful, gradual aging of this Lucky-Unlucky girl?
Screw that last one!!! Ignorance is BLISS!!!!
I say Highlight Treatment...any other reccomendations?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wow! It's been awhile since I posted... I guess my gimpyness has made it to my head!
Tomorrow is my big day. I go to the Dr. and get this cast cut off and, by some slight chance at a miracle, I might only have to wear one of those black boots for the last 4 weeks! Not sure if I can mentally handle another 4 weeks in a cast. BUT, I think I am done with the crutches, THANK GOD!!!!
So, Tracy... Your blog on us being stupid kids together brought on a ton of memories, some I would like to forget, some that made me sad, but the majority of them made me laugh so hard I almost pee'd my pants!
For instance...riding our bikes down hills with no brakes; dropping buckets of rocks on your toes; bugs that we thought were dead beginning to spin on needles stuck through their bodies; playing kissing tag with the nieghborhood boys (Ew. Gross.), eating Ramen Noodles; eating two hand-fulls of popcorn before my sister got ahold of the bowl; Breyer Horses; My Little Pony castles; riding our bikes to Scott's to buy candy for 10 cents (that really makes us sound OLD!!!); there are many more, most of which make me glad I had you as a friend growing up and still today!
I'm glad to be an "adult" now, I think... I definately wouldn't want to be a teenager again, and the tween years weren't so much fun that I'd want to do them again either.
There is a feeling of accomplishment (and survival) when I look back over the adventure of my life so far. I've never been at a better place in my life as I am right now. Even though there are days I hate my job, hate my mother, none of my jeans fit the way they used too, and Trevor hogged the bed all night last night... But it's still good.
Life is good, complaining about it is like sitting in a rocking chair; it gives you something to do, but you sure as hell don't get anywhere.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I remember being a kid and seeing someone on crutches and thinking,"That would be so cool to have to use those!" But now, 3 weeks into my 10 week stint with MY crutches, I would love to go back in time and beat the shit out of that little twerp!
The first obstacle: I live on the 3rd floor. No elevator. Do I need to say more? Of course I do! 3 flights of stairs on crutches is, at this point, the equivalent of climbing Mt. Everest. Which I always wanted to climb so I guess this was God's cruel yet loving way of giving me what I wanted! Carlos was following me down one day and I leaned a little too far forward and started to fall, he reached out and caught the hood of my sweatshirt which jerked the zipper up to my throat and produced a sound quite like that of Homer choking Bart. It was a nice catch and I had to sit down because I was laughing so hard.
Second obstacle: Public places. I swear to you, people have never seen another person on crutches. I went to Happy Sumo the other night with a group of friends and as I hobbled through the restaurant, you would have though I was a girl walking on crutches with no legs and possibly no arms! True, it is an amazing feat to use crutches and I am a highly skilled pro at this point, but it made me think, "Dammit, did one of my boobs fall out of my shirt???" The way people were staring! And when I was standing outside waiting for our table this guy walks up to me and asks, "So which one should I kick?"...What the hell is that? I'm sure that guy walks up to someone with no hands and says, "Hey! High-five!"
Don't even get me started on Public Bathrooms!
Third obstacle: Public doors. I never truly appreciated those pads by the doors at the mall that you push and the door opens...until I realized that hardly any doors have them! I was trying to exit a building the other day, and in order to do so, I have to swing the door open really wide and then stop the door with the rubber end of my crutch. Well, in doing this a nice looking guy runs over to help out and as I smile and say, "Oh, no worries, but thank you!" and try to make my next move...the rubber part at the bottom of the crutch got stuck under the door and it jerked the crutch right out from under my arm and the poor guy almost had to catch me. SO Embarrassed!!!
There are many more obstacles, but I must say that there are a few advantages to having crutches:
1. Crowds part like the Red Sea
2. You should feel my arms!!
3. Sympathy votes when I'm standing in lines.
4. I always get offered a seat, and when I am being sat at a restaurant, I usually get to pick which table I want!
5. Pain meds. No explanation needed.
6. An Excuse. I have the mother of all excuses to not have to do certain things.
Have any of you ever had a go on crutches? Let me know!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I'm still at home, sitting and waiting for the pain to ease and for my sanity to come back... If you see it, let it know that I miss it and I would be gracious for it's return.
Sitting at home for almost two weeks now, trying to get around my house with an ungodly large cast and on crutches has left me delirious and in tears for the vast past of this week.
I wake each morning with great expectations for the day and yet the moment that I roll over and have shooting pain through my foot and see my crutches propped up against the wall by my bed, I feel like rolling back over and staying there.
Showering is fun too...I break into a sweat just trying to get read for it. I have to sit on the floor and pull this commercial grade plastic bag over my cast, wrap a hand towel around the top of the cast, which prevents any water that sneaks by the "OTHER" stuff from leaking down into the cast. Then I Velcro the top shut with a strap, so tight I can immediately feel my toes swell and change color, and then another strap, that I believe is the same likeness to a wet suit type material that also is touriqueted around my leg on top of everything else.
Want to try something fun? Try getting into your shower and only use one leg. Let me tell you, if you can find some way that's more glamorous than the way I've found, let me know! LOL! If you make it in...wash your whole body and wash your hair standing on one leg...the whole time. Piece of cake!
Carlos has been awesome, of course... I cried most of this morning because I know how great he is and how I resemble a large sack of rocks right now. And he still loves me, what a guy!
I actually attempted work yesterday. Attempted is the exact word for it. I lasted till noon. Not bad, but like I've said today I'm out for the count!
I'm sorry I'll stop bitching...it's the roughest day so far. Almost 2 weeks down and only 6 more to go...Wish me luck!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Surgery only lasted an hour and a half, but it took me two hours to finally wake up from the anesthetic. I had a nerve block in the back of my leg which made pretty much all of yesterday a piece of cake, but let me tell you...at 3:00 in the morning, my cake walk was WAY over!
For those of you that have had surgeries in the past, you'll know that the doctor always says, "you'll be in a fair amount of pain later tonight, so here are a few prescriptions." Awesome. Thanks Doc.
I would have ended up like Heath Ledger if I was going to take enough Percocet 10's to stay on top of THAT "fair amount of pain"...Good lord, it hurt.
Carlos, of course is being a CHAMP! He gets frustrated if I reach too far for my glass of water on the coffee table, he waits outside the bathroom door to help me when I'm done, and I think He has run to the store half a dozen times already to grab whatever he can for me. AND when I got home from the hospital yesterday there was an arrangement of Callalillies on my counter, my favorite, and he remembered.
I need to go back and get off this sucker, just sitting here at the computer hurts. I'll write more later!
Friday, March 14, 2008
So, I watched this movie last night with Carlos...more so, we experienced this movie.
It comes across as your low-budget, Sundance film festival type movie, but it is one of thse movies where you turn it off and are silent for minutes, even hours later.
Here is the plot summary:
Based on a true story. After graduating from Emory University in 1992, top student and athlete Christopher McCandless abandoned his possessions, gave his entire $24,000 savings account to charity and hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wilderness. Along the way, Christopher encounters a series of characters who shape his life. Written by Lisa Kelley
Doesn't sound so hot, but I read the book and really enjoyed the movie.
I sat for a bit afterward and even as I layed in bed trying to go to sleep, and mentally worked through the movie. Could I do wht he did? He basically gets fed up with the world and all of the superficial BS and monetary stuff, ditches everything he has and takes off on this journey with just a few provisions.
It really makes you take a look at your life and put value on the things that really matter.
It is "R" rated due to some nudity and some language through out, and it's 2 1/2 hours long. I cried, I laughed, I was in shock and I wondered. Don't watch it looking for a Hollywood Blockbuster, it's not, but if you watch it looking for the underlying meaning to why this guy did what he did, you'll really enjoy it!
Let me know if this would be something you would watch...if leaving everything behind is something you could do, or something you've thought about doing...
Ciao for now!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
So, last night I had 7 people over for dinner. Possible in-laws, if you catch my drift. It was awesome. You should have seen my spread! Crab Legs, Lemon-Dill Grilled Salmon, Top Sirloin Steaks, Garlic & Butter Prawns, Spinach Salad, Pasta, Rolls AND Dessert! Mmmm, it was delish!
Two things I would like to discuss today.
First, there is one GREAT reason to have company over, at least at my house... Great company, good food, you might ask... Nope! My house is SO DAMN CLEAN!!! What opportunity prompts women more to feverishly clean their house like having company? Don't know, that's why I love it!
Now, maybe it's because I'm moderately OCD and when I go to peoples houses, I look. I look to see if the dust collects like it does at my house and if people wipe around the trinkets and lamps or if they actually pick stuff up, to see if other people end up with toothpaste on their bathroom mirror like I do, and if the vacuum lines stop around the coffee table or go all the way under!! (Watch, no one is going to invite me over to their house anymore after reading this!!!) I won't tell you what else I look for, because I'm actually proving my OCDness! Damnit!
I look, therefore, I clean. Oddly enough, my favorite time to clean is either early Saturday or Sunday Morning or at night, preferably after 9-9:30. Random, I know, and it drives Carlos crazy!
The second thing is, when you go to someones house, what do you do? Call and ask what you can bring, right? Standard procedure if you ask me, but maybe I'm the weird one or maybe it's a era thing. Now, here's my beef. If you call and they politely decline your offer to bring anything, do you show up, as expected, and empty handed? or do you bring SOMETHING for the host? A candle, a plant, something extra for dessert, a bottle of wine???
I seriously would appreciate some feedback on this one! I'm at a loss.... I hear that bringing something for your host is etiquette that died 30 years ago, or I hear that showing up, without anything it totally ok. I don't know...tell me what you think!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
My big question of the day is:
Why do men shut down, like a bank on a holiday when things start to get emotional???
No transactions...no deposit, no withdrawal...except for them withdrawing from the conversation.
I'm not asking for them to spill their guts, Dr. Phil style, but you know...a little participation would be nice.
I love Carlos, love him to death, please don't get me wrong. But he is as solid as an oak when it comes to looking at the inner grains. Maybe it's us women?? I vouch that if men had to change their ENTIRE body chemistry once a month and then in that same month, wrangle it back to normal, they would be a little cranky too, and a little emotional!
We all wish we could be a psychic and probe the inner workings of our men's minds to try and figure out what he means when he says what he does... but I sometimes wonder if we actually heard what was going on in their heads, it would sound a bit like a Petsmart commercial. Throw your man a bone(Take that any way you'd like), give him a nice warm bed at night, nice wholesome natural ingredients in his food and the leisure to relieve himself at any given time...and he's a happy camper!
Why are women so much more complex? You got me. We're the easy ones to figure out. you get a couple of us together and all you have to do is start sentences and the others know exactly what they are gonna talk about or say next. Duh...it's not that hard to catch on.
I have to give Carlos a great deal of credit though. He is more in-tuned with me than anyone else ever has been. And he really seems to care about what I'm thinking and feeling, at least it feels that way!
Who knew? The first guy I date that's younger than me and has more intelligence, and maturity than all the other men I've dated...COMBINED!!!!
Love you baby! You're the best!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Over the last several months I have occasionally been working for a family member. It was all fine and dandy until....I charged him what I thought was a "family price". Mind you, I didn't make a ton, in-fact, the job wasn't really worth the effort. But, their family right??? WRONG!
I think that I've finally reached the point in my life where my parents, and sister, need to realize that I am, infact, and adult. Shocker, I know, and it's been a LLLOOOOONNNNGGG time coming. A lot of the time I still don't take myself seriously, but that's usually in the confines of my own home or under the influence of random substances (A whole bottle of Ecco Domani will account for not being taken too seriously! Incase you were wondering...okay and the occassional left over Lortab I find in the medicine closet!).
Anyway, I think that my family has this idea that, the younger sister, who doesn't really have a job, and can leave work whenever she wants, and doesn't have ANYTHING ELSE going on in her life, will do it. Slave Labor I tell you!!!! Well guess what? I do have a job and if I take a week off, they have to hire a Temp and all they could do is answer the phone, and I have absolutley NOTHING else going on in my life...ya, I wish!
I guess, telling you what happened would help...I'll give you the short, short version:
1. Brother-in-law needs mural painted, tells me 3 days before he needs it done.
2. I get the time off, so does Carlos and we drive 300 miles to Mesquite to paint.
3. Building is without power, no lease is signed, and no heat in the building.
4. Paint anyway, with flashlights..you heard me, flashlights! That's some serious skills kids!
5. Finish Mural.
6. Quote Brother-in-law, 1/3rd my "Actual Cost" that I would charge anyone else, no expenses for gas, time traveled, or food.
7. Hotel room gets charged to me. I bill my Brother-in-law.
8. Hear from my sister, "He'll never have you paint for him again if you charge him like that!"
9. Awesome. Cash the check anyway.
It was a great week...
What's your opinion? Was I wrong, or was my brother-in-law just "expecting" me to do it for nothing? Have you ever done work for family that blew up in your face? Let me know!
Thanks for letting me vent!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
So, new to blogging, sortof. That is to say that on the occasion that I get an alert from friends posting "funny" pictures of me on the web, I would check out the occasional blog. I even tried it once a long while back..didn't work out so much. But now, I'm much more grown up which means I may finally be ready for the responsibilities of having my own blog site!
I'm 28. I'm fearing 30 already. I stare at myself in the mirror, after I pry myself out of bed, trying carefully not to strain my back or knock Trevor off the bed, step softly on my still broken foot (I'm sure you'll hear more on this later, I'm up for my 5th surgery on it the end of March), and if I've made it as far as the bathroom mirror....I wonder....Where the hell did my body go?
I sit and watch TV and I see commercials for Special K and Quaker Oats and think, "Do I need to start worrying about MY cholesterol?" LMAO!!! Whatever!! I eat what I want, when I want, AND I cook a lot of stuff with BUTTER!!! How could the French be wrong when they say that the 3 main ingredients to good cooking is a) Butter, b) Butter, and c) Butter!!?? It makes everything taste better!
I live in a sweet little condo in PG that me and my boyfriend call home. Along with my menagerie of pets. Dog, Cat, Canary, Fish and Frogs. I've been that way forever ask Shameonyou21...she knows!
Why do I call myself the luckiest-unlucky person...continue to read my blogs, you'll find out. I have some of the luckiest things happen to me (I'm one of those people who ALWAYS wins stuff on the radio, for example), and yet...call up Oprah, I could either write a book that would be on her "Must Read" list or I could take up a full hour on how NOT to live your life!
I have fun though! I've learned a ton about myself and life, and I pretty much have an opinion about almost everything, that I never share with my mother...don't go there with me!
As with any other blog I've read, I'm sure I will randomly capture your attention with stories of the @$$hole that cut me off or other funny stuff, so I thank you for listening in. Kinda makes me warm and fuzzy, like when I watched Full House as a kid and it always ended with Dad and daughter sitting on the bed, telling each other how sorry they were, and that they loved each other! ***Sniff, Sniff*** That one's for you Trac!