I'm going to see how many books I can read in this year. I've already read Twilight, and The Hobbit is on its way. I read slow. But its one of those things I want to do in this year. I have till March 17, 2010.
I'm working on my next 10 pounds. Kept about 25 off, so working on 35. Doing no carbs. And exercise. It should melt of at first like it always does. Love it.
Reading, fixing my finances, fixing my house, confronting my issues, and getting in shape. Lots of internal and external housekeeping. A year to do it, and without any alcohol.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Stacey, Nikki and Christine, thank you for all of your input. We still have him, and now have heard that the whole family moved and just left all their dogs there. I'm not sure of how true that is, but if it is, I'm glad we got him when we did.
I have a weird sadness about Michael Jackson. I never knew what I believed about the child molestation accusations. I just know that regardless of anything else he seemed to be such a tortured soul. And that is no way to go through life. Anna Nicole, Heath Ledger, and now Michael - I think someone needs to start holding these docs responsible. I like the way Dr. Feelgood split after CPR didn't work, and how they had to tow his car. Nice. And I have to admit, he was an amazing musician and performer. But it really bugs me that someone can be the butt of so many jokes, get such bad press and even do bad things in life, and as soon as they die they like achieve angelic status and everyone talks about them like they are Ghandi or something.
And another politician with another girlfriend. Blah blah. Please. They all do it, he just got caught. At least his wife didn't have cancer this time. And I love his wife. When asked about it she didn't turn into some sobbing ridiculous blob with a box of tissues who is going to "stand by her man"; she stated his career was no concern to her and she will not only survive but will thrive, with or without him. I thought we put smart people in office? Guys are so stupid. Wait - that should be politicians. Now if Michelle Obama found out Barrack was cheating, I think she'd go all Old School and Postal on him with a belt in the middle of the street, chasing his black ass down.
My Tyler is turning 17 on Monday.
Can you even believe it? I feel so old.
I've got to quit looking old though.
Changes are happening.
I have a weird sadness about Michael Jackson. I never knew what I believed about the child molestation accusations. I just know that regardless of anything else he seemed to be such a tortured soul. And that is no way to go through life. Anna Nicole, Heath Ledger, and now Michael - I think someone needs to start holding these docs responsible. I like the way Dr. Feelgood split after CPR didn't work, and how they had to tow his car. Nice. And I have to admit, he was an amazing musician and performer. But it really bugs me that someone can be the butt of so many jokes, get such bad press and even do bad things in life, and as soon as they die they like achieve angelic status and everyone talks about them like they are Ghandi or something.
And another politician with another girlfriend. Blah blah. Please. They all do it, he just got caught. At least his wife didn't have cancer this time. And I love his wife. When asked about it she didn't turn into some sobbing ridiculous blob with a box of tissues who is going to "stand by her man"; she stated his career was no concern to her and she will not only survive but will thrive, with or without him. I thought we put smart people in office? Guys are so stupid. Wait - that should be politicians. Now if Michelle Obama found out Barrack was cheating, I think she'd go all Old School and Postal on him with a belt in the middle of the street, chasing his black ass down.
My Tyler is turning 17 on Monday.
Can you even believe it? I feel so old.
I've got to quit looking old though.
Changes are happening.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tony, Tony, Toil and Trouble
The Story of Tony:
So Tony is this little dog, chihuahua, that Sydney found 2 years ago. She wanted to just keep him, but put Lost Dog signs up all over the neighborhood, and walked him around for anyone to claim him. No one responded. So she kept him. And fell in love with him. A little while later a little neighborhood girl said it was their dog. Syd talked to the grandmother, who said it was their's, but told Syd she could keep it. So Syd has this little dog for 2 years. So two months ago he comes up missing. She finds him in that girl's yard, they tell her that Tony belonged to their uncle and he is back now, and apparently he came into our backyard at night or when we weren't there, and took him when we weren't looking. After 2 years. Obnoxious. Not the right way to do it. So the police were even called, and they said that obviously 2 families had been caring for the dog, and that whoever got papers on it first owned it. So at Syd's protest we did nothing. We told her it had been settled. Unless it came back or they gave it back. We did nothing. Except for one little thing. Syd and I did a spell for her to get Tony back. For two months she was heart broken. About a month into it we did our spell at the last Waxing Moon. And you know how spells are. You do them, and then let them be. So we let it sit. And who does Syd find a month later. Tony. With ticks all over him. She got him all cleaned up. Guarded him. And what does Mommy do? Mommy licenses him. They had 2 months to do it after the cops told them to, plenty of time. And so now he is legally ours. In a few days we are going to have a microchip put in him with our license number. And I think that should seal the deal.
What do you all think? We're we fair? I felt they had more than enough time after the police were there to license him. (I said they probably didn't license him because THEY aren't even legal). My mom and my husband both think what we did was wrong. So, comments please.
I have to say, I was quite pleased with my results.
Finished Twilight. Liked it, but not enough to read New Moon next.
I think I'm going to start the Lord of the Rings series. I've never read any of them.
I need something a little more substantial.
Nikki - read your post. Sounds wild. We need to talk.
You go Girl!!!!!
So Tony is this little dog, chihuahua, that Sydney found 2 years ago. She wanted to just keep him, but put Lost Dog signs up all over the neighborhood, and walked him around for anyone to claim him. No one responded. So she kept him. And fell in love with him. A little while later a little neighborhood girl said it was their dog. Syd talked to the grandmother, who said it was their's, but told Syd she could keep it. So Syd has this little dog for 2 years. So two months ago he comes up missing. She finds him in that girl's yard, they tell her that Tony belonged to their uncle and he is back now, and apparently he came into our backyard at night or when we weren't there, and took him when we weren't looking. After 2 years. Obnoxious. Not the right way to do it. So the police were even called, and they said that obviously 2 families had been caring for the dog, and that whoever got papers on it first owned it. So at Syd's protest we did nothing. We told her it had been settled. Unless it came back or they gave it back. We did nothing. Except for one little thing. Syd and I did a spell for her to get Tony back. For two months she was heart broken. About a month into it we did our spell at the last Waxing Moon. And you know how spells are. You do them, and then let them be. So we let it sit. And who does Syd find a month later. Tony. With ticks all over him. She got him all cleaned up. Guarded him. And what does Mommy do? Mommy licenses him. They had 2 months to do it after the cops told them to, plenty of time. And so now he is legally ours. In a few days we are going to have a microchip put in him with our license number. And I think that should seal the deal.
What do you all think? We're we fair? I felt they had more than enough time after the police were there to license him. (I said they probably didn't license him because THEY aren't even legal). My mom and my husband both think what we did was wrong. So, comments please.
I have to say, I was quite pleased with my results.
Finished Twilight. Liked it, but not enough to read New Moon next.
I think I'm going to start the Lord of the Rings series. I've never read any of them.
I need something a little more substantial.
Nikki - read your post. Sounds wild. We need to talk.
You go Girl!!!!!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Drying out
I have to say, we are having very weird weather. Its the middle of June for god's sake, its usually between 112 and 115, and its been like well, 91. Weird. Those of you who are here know what I mean. Its like no one is talking about it cause they don't want to jinx it. I swear I haven't had one weather man say how it is unseasonbly cool. Weird. But not complaing. And it was cloudy all day here and then windy, it was one of those Haboobs. I swear thats what they are called. Haboobs. Google it. They are a wall of dust . I love them. Also, music to my ears, I heard it was officially Monsoon season. Wait for it.......................... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..........
No burning hands on the steering wheel. No melted crayons or CDs in the car. No oven when you open the door door to go outside. Not yet at least. Its like summer will only be 2 months this year. Its so nice. I remember the year it was 122 outside. I believe it was July 5th of 90.
I've decided I'm not going to color my hair anymore. I'm going to let it be brown, like it used to, but who knows how grey it is. I haven't seen it in 9 years. I just feel the need to start over in lots of areas. Thats why I cut my hair. Its still long, about the middle of my back, but they cut about 8 to 9 inches off the back, and I gave myself bangs. They are all symbolic things to me. A need for change. This is my year to make alot of changes. I started saving for my lift/augmentation. I want to get it shortly after my year is up, and think I will have the money saved by then to do it. I've wanted it for so long. They will be spectacular. But I also need to get skinny and in shape prior to getting it. So that is motivation. I have kept 25 pounds off since March. If I lose 25 more in the next three months I will start to look fab.
I'm much more aware of what I do. I know that sounds weird, but without a constant buzz, or worse, I didn't really "think"about things. I guess that was the point. Things are just clearer I guess. Why I go to work, what I'm like when I'm there, not just punching a clock. Time with the kids, what I do and how I am when I am with them. Not just being "mom". And I see alot of things I don't want to be later, with patients at work that have lived badly starting in their 30s, and what they look like now. Alot of very old broken people at the bars. I notice things I never did before. How what I do now will determine what I'm like when I'm 50,60,70, and on and on. I don't want to be a broken down, fat, bitter old person. I want to be in shape and healthy, and happy. Peaceful. I guess that's what I don't see alot - peace.
Now that I know what is wrong with me, I see things a little differently there too. There are people at work making fun of pts with the same things as me. I used to be one of them. I still am. I now have a very good mask about it at work. I realize that people are more than a "diagnosis". They have lives, and friends, and family and stories, and a life. I used to only see the disease. I am developing a huge fear that it will just get worse, little by little and I will end up one of those crazies you see roaming the streets talking to themselves. It scares me. Alot. I've been doing everything I am supposed to do, but I am educated enough about it, I know too much.
My dry brain has realized something else. People go to church and to the bar for the same reasons. You can pray at home, and you can drink at home. They go for social reasons. They want to be with people that are like them.
Heather I need to see you and we need to talk.
No burning hands on the steering wheel. No melted crayons or CDs in the car. No oven when you open the door door to go outside. Not yet at least. Its like summer will only be 2 months this year. Its so nice. I remember the year it was 122 outside. I believe it was July 5th of 90.
I've decided I'm not going to color my hair anymore. I'm going to let it be brown, like it used to, but who knows how grey it is. I haven't seen it in 9 years. I just feel the need to start over in lots of areas. Thats why I cut my hair. Its still long, about the middle of my back, but they cut about 8 to 9 inches off the back, and I gave myself bangs. They are all symbolic things to me. A need for change. This is my year to make alot of changes. I started saving for my lift/augmentation. I want to get it shortly after my year is up, and think I will have the money saved by then to do it. I've wanted it for so long. They will be spectacular. But I also need to get skinny and in shape prior to getting it. So that is motivation. I have kept 25 pounds off since March. If I lose 25 more in the next three months I will start to look fab.
I'm much more aware of what I do. I know that sounds weird, but without a constant buzz, or worse, I didn't really "think"about things. I guess that was the point. Things are just clearer I guess. Why I go to work, what I'm like when I'm there, not just punching a clock. Time with the kids, what I do and how I am when I am with them. Not just being "mom". And I see alot of things I don't want to be later, with patients at work that have lived badly starting in their 30s, and what they look like now. Alot of very old broken people at the bars. I notice things I never did before. How what I do now will determine what I'm like when I'm 50,60,70, and on and on. I don't want to be a broken down, fat, bitter old person. I want to be in shape and healthy, and happy. Peaceful. I guess that's what I don't see alot - peace.
Now that I know what is wrong with me, I see things a little differently there too. There are people at work making fun of pts with the same things as me. I used to be one of them. I still am. I now have a very good mask about it at work. I realize that people are more than a "diagnosis". They have lives, and friends, and family and stories, and a life. I used to only see the disease. I am developing a huge fear that it will just get worse, little by little and I will end up one of those crazies you see roaming the streets talking to themselves. It scares me. Alot. I've been doing everything I am supposed to do, but I am educated enough about it, I know too much.
My dry brain has realized something else. People go to church and to the bar for the same reasons. You can pray at home, and you can drink at home. They go for social reasons. They want to be with people that are like them.
Heather I need to see you and we need to talk.
Friday, June 05, 2009
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