We hear a lot about how lazy our society is and I typically just ignore it. But today I heard the end all be all of laziness. There is a commercial on the radio for some lasics something or another perfect vision surgery and the girl says "I used to have to turn on the TV, reach over, pick up my glasses, and put them on...JUST TO SEE THE TV! But now...blah blah blah..."
Holy Hell. Was it really that bad? Those trendy wire frames sure are heavy. And, WHOA, the loooong distance between where your hand picked them up and where they ended up on your face. Too bad your can't just "think" to change the channels.
I'm not saying that I don't see the appeal of not having to wear glasses. But for the deciding factor to be TV watching, well, that is just ludicrous.
I personally look exceptionally cute in glasses and without them my eyes look a smige too close together, so I am purrrrfectly happy with my cumbersome, heavy frames that I have to wear not only when watching TV but to actually walk without bumping into stuff...but hey, it takes all kinds....
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
I forgot to mention that last week after I left Momma Misti's house that I went to Hobbs. I hadn't been there in like 2 years w/out Vic so since I was in the area and I have no job or anything...I went home, planning to stay 4-5 days. It was pretty uneventful at first, but then on Tue night (I got there Mon evenin) Vic and I were on the phone and he nonchalantly mentioned that Carson had been throwing up since I left on Sat. At first I just thought it was his normal deal...he used to throw up when I'd leave him w/ Misti & Moe in Lubbock, Mandy and Cookie in Lewisville...no biggie. Well, then he mentioned that he'd thrown up 6 times that day. SO I made him promise that he'd get up early and take him to the Vet. He went, they did blood work, gave him a shot, etc.
Well, I'm telling my mom all this over lunch on Wed and she thought that I should go home. For anyone that knows my mother, that is the first time she has ever encouraged me to leave...she kept saying that "she just had a feeling." SO I packed my stuff and left about 3 on Wed headed back home. Vic called at 3:30 and proceeds to tell me that he'd just been in a wreck and that he thinks my Beetle (only has about 5000 miles on it) is totaled, but that he's fine and they are waiting for the pokey. Another beetle ran a stop sign and hit him, she got the ticket, she wasn't hurt either...but then Vic tells me that he hit his head on the window. SO I make him go to the hospital because he already has brain issues and I didn't want anymore. He went, got a CT, they gave him some Lortabs (yeah) and sent him home.
Well, a week later Vic is still fine, my car is a hunk of crap sitting in the garage waiting to have the girls insurance fix/replace/at-least-get-me-a-rental but they (her insurance co. who WE contacted) still haven't been able to get in touch w/ her or her parents (she's 18, but still in HS), and Carson is recouping from major surgery.
Seems Mr. Witty Cat had a hairball the size of a softball in his stomach with a footlong piece of plastic string attached to it, but also winding into his intestines. The Vet had to open him up and do exploratory surgery and take all that stuff out. He was in the hospital from Fri to Mon, had lots of x-rays, etc. Lets just say that he is now a very expensive cat.
So I'm stuck at home w/out a car nursing a sick kitty that only wants his momma (he won't leave my side, and if I'm sitting he stays in my lap....right now he is perched on the desk BETWEEN me and the keyboard w/ my arms having to go around him to type). He has about a 4-5 inch incision on his fat tummy and I have to shove pills down his throat for the next 2 weeks.
On top of all that, I need a job. I keep applying online (Monster.com, co. websites, etc.) but I still haven't heard anything...so I'm going to have to break down and wander into places and beg for a job. Maybe then I won't have to pimp out a poodle or something.
Well, I'm telling my mom all this over lunch on Wed and she thought that I should go home. For anyone that knows my mother, that is the first time she has ever encouraged me to leave...she kept saying that "she just had a feeling." SO I packed my stuff and left about 3 on Wed headed back home. Vic called at 3:30 and proceeds to tell me that he'd just been in a wreck and that he thinks my Beetle (only has about 5000 miles on it) is totaled, but that he's fine and they are waiting for the pokey. Another beetle ran a stop sign and hit him, she got the ticket, she wasn't hurt either...but then Vic tells me that he hit his head on the window. SO I make him go to the hospital because he already has brain issues and I didn't want anymore. He went, got a CT, they gave him some Lortabs (yeah) and sent him home.
Well, a week later Vic is still fine, my car is a hunk of crap sitting in the garage waiting to have the girls insurance fix/replace/at-least-get-me-a-rental but they (her insurance co. who WE contacted) still haven't been able to get in touch w/ her or her parents (she's 18, but still in HS), and Carson is recouping from major surgery.
Seems Mr. Witty Cat had a hairball the size of a softball in his stomach with a footlong piece of plastic string attached to it, but also winding into his intestines. The Vet had to open him up and do exploratory surgery and take all that stuff out. He was in the hospital from Fri to Mon, had lots of x-rays, etc. Lets just say that he is now a very expensive cat.
So I'm stuck at home w/out a car nursing a sick kitty that only wants his momma (he won't leave my side, and if I'm sitting he stays in my lap....right now he is perched on the desk BETWEEN me and the keyboard w/ my arms having to go around him to type). He has about a 4-5 inch incision on his fat tummy and I have to shove pills down his throat for the next 2 weeks.
On top of all that, I need a job. I keep applying online (Monster.com, co. websites, etc.) but I still haven't heard anything...so I'm going to have to break down and wander into places and beg for a job. Maybe then I won't have to pimp out a poodle or something.
Sunday, January 25, 2004
eBay item 2376028508 (Ends Feb-01-04 19:32:28 PST) - New Winnie the Pooh & Piglet baby blanket
I made something and listed it on Ebay. You see, Misti got 2 of these blanks and I thought it was so cute. So today I went and bought the stuff and made it. As soon as I get my sewing machine (got it for Christmas, dontcha know) all set up, I'm going to sew some fleece together and make me one of the very soft blanks in a bigger side. This was the first time I've ever listed anything on Ebay. Go me.
I also made homemade cookies today. Vic's co-worker, Maryanne (it's Mary-ahn-na, which annoys the shit out of me) made him (us?) some cookies at Christmas and we still had the container, and since it's rude to send back a food container empty...I finally made something to fill it.
I don't think I've mentioned Mary-ahn-na before, but rest assured that if I got to pick 50 people to have knocked off the planet....she'd be in my top 5. She has the foulest mouth, bad attitude, always misses work, and her husband has been in Iraq for like a year. Am I jealous? Yes. I cannot stand her being the only person that Vic works with. She just recently applied for a day position, lets all cross our fingers that she gets it.
I told Vic I put laxatives in her cookies. Of course I didn't. I remembered that I was only giving her about 6 or 8 cookies and the other 2 dozen were staying here. It is still such a fun thought. I did however, let Chester cat smell (read=nibble) the edge of one of hers. Ha ha ha.
I made something and listed it on Ebay. You see, Misti got 2 of these blanks and I thought it was so cute. So today I went and bought the stuff and made it. As soon as I get my sewing machine (got it for Christmas, dontcha know) all set up, I'm going to sew some fleece together and make me one of the very soft blanks in a bigger side. This was the first time I've ever listed anything on Ebay. Go me.
I also made homemade cookies today. Vic's co-worker, Maryanne (it's Mary-ahn-na, which annoys the shit out of me) made him (us?) some cookies at Christmas and we still had the container, and since it's rude to send back a food container empty...I finally made something to fill it.
I don't think I've mentioned Mary-ahn-na before, but rest assured that if I got to pick 50 people to have knocked off the planet....she'd be in my top 5. She has the foulest mouth, bad attitude, always misses work, and her husband has been in Iraq for like a year. Am I jealous? Yes. I cannot stand her being the only person that Vic works with. She just recently applied for a day position, lets all cross our fingers that she gets it.
I told Vic I put laxatives in her cookies. Of course I didn't. I remembered that I was only giving her about 6 or 8 cookies and the other 2 dozen were staying here. It is still such a fun thought. I did however, let Chester cat smell (read=nibble) the edge of one of hers. Ha ha ha.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
I do believe I had my first baby shower today. I may have been to one before, but I really don't remember it. I went through all the people that I know that have babies and the only one I'm unsure of is my friend Hadley, I totally remember her having a shower, but not being there...so I don't think I was. And I didn't go to Aimee's because, well, I don't remember why. But it was 5 years ago and I know that it had something to do w/ my not being able to leave town that weekend. Other than that, I don't think I've been invited to any.
Anyway, my whole point is that I went to Misti/Davis' (yeah, Moe, I need to know how to do that too...) shower today. It was very nice. And I was so dreading whether or not there would be shower games...thankfully, there were not. Just some cake and punch and nuts (?...not sure if that was representative of it being a boy or what) and opening presents. I was the gift-recorder, so I didn't have to pretend I knew anyone...because, well, I didn't. I knew my few family members there and a few of Misti's other side family...and Holly. But no one else. SO it was good I was recording. She got some good stuff and some not so good stuff...but what can ya do? She'll be able to use most of it. One thing I was really surprised about is the fact that she only got 2 things that fit 0-3 months and one is for summer. Let's see. Being born in Februaryish he will be 3 months in early May...I doubt he'll be able to wear it, unless he's fat. And for any of those that have ever seen baby pictures of Davis's (hurry MOE!) momma, there's a pretty good chance that he will be on the "husky" side. It's a good thing that other people (like me and Moe) have bought her 0-3 stuff!
So all in all, it was basically a wedding shower but with a lot of pastels and rather than questions like "Where'd yall meet?" and comments like "Don't ever go to bed mad." you get questions like "Are you still throwing up?" and comments like "Are you doing anything to toughen up your nipples?"
Yes, someone really asked her that. Wild.
Anyway, my whole point is that I went to Misti/Davis' (yeah, Moe, I need to know how to do that too...) shower today. It was very nice. And I was so dreading whether or not there would be shower games...thankfully, there were not. Just some cake and punch and nuts (?...not sure if that was representative of it being a boy or what) and opening presents. I was the gift-recorder, so I didn't have to pretend I knew anyone...because, well, I didn't. I knew my few family members there and a few of Misti's other side family...and Holly. But no one else. SO it was good I was recording. She got some good stuff and some not so good stuff...but what can ya do? She'll be able to use most of it. One thing I was really surprised about is the fact that she only got 2 things that fit 0-3 months and one is for summer. Let's see. Being born in Februaryish he will be 3 months in early May...I doubt he'll be able to wear it, unless he's fat. And for any of those that have ever seen baby pictures of Davis's (hurry MOE!) momma, there's a pretty good chance that he will be on the "husky" side. It's a good thing that other people (like me and Moe) have bought her 0-3 stuff!
So all in all, it was basically a wedding shower but with a lot of pastels and rather than questions like "Where'd yall meet?" and comments like "Don't ever go to bed mad." you get questions like "Are you still throwing up?" and comments like "Are you doing anything to toughen up your nipples?"
Yes, someone really asked her that. Wild.
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Friday, January 09, 2004
TCS: Tech Central Station - Getting Exercised About Exercise
Yeah, I knew it. Exercise makes you fat. But you know what? Who cares, you might not be thin...but your heart and whatnot will be healthier? Well, I guess just about everyone cares because people don't care about health (they think they do) but really just want to fit society's image...but that's besides the point. I knew that it doesn't make you thin...I was fat when I swam competitively (and kicked ass, if I do say so myself...so what if I had an advantage...fat=floats) for a good 10 years.
This article is the perfect example why people are crazy. There are 100 million different opinions on what is "right." I'll tell you what's right. But what's right for me is probably NOT right for you. Rather than encouraging people to exercise because it feels good when you do (maybe not during...but the after is great!) and it's good for you and encouraging them to put good things in their bodies because lots of good for you things also taste good and that you don't put horse shit in your gas tank to run your car so you shouldn't put crap in your body to run it, but allowing them to make their own decisions on what is right for them without trying to shove a money making agenda on them is making people insane. Looking the way insurance companies and fashion magazines tell us to is NOT a reason to exercise and eat healthy. But according to this, exercise ain't gona do it for ya anyway. Not to mention that diets are about as unhealthy as you can gets...drugs, shakes, processed foods, and chemicals (including nutrasweet) is NOT the way God intended for his people to fuel their bodies.
And don't even get me started on Anna Nicole. I want to kick her in her big fake titties everytime she says "Trim Spa, Baby." She is so predictable it's not even funny, actually it is...seeing as how really truly stupid people are pretty funny. One of the first things I said to my mom when I saw her show was "Watch, this will air and she will she herself and she will do some crazy diet." I personally thought she looked pretty hot when she was fat, but hey...I'm a tad biased.
Ok, rant over. Thanks. Oh wait. I forgot to include how this started as a pissed-off-fat-pride-day.
SO I went to the salon (I'm resisting the urge to call it the beautyshop as my mother and grandmother and most people from Hobbs do). I've yet to find someone here who I like the way they cut my hair, in fact, I haven't even attempted to find someone in about 2 years...during that time I just get it cut in Lubbock when I'm home.
But this cute little place, Jolie (French for cute, so they told me today), opened RIGHT by my house and Vic gets his 'brows waxed there sometimes. I went with him yesterday, checked it out, it passed my inspection, so I made an appt for today to get cut AND COLORED...I'm blonde again. Not super blonde, but lots of good highlights.
Anyway, what the fuck is a "smock"??? I sit in the chair and we formulate a game plan and then Robin says "I'm going to mix the color, you can go right in this dressing room and put on a smock." I'm instantly scared. Not for myself, but for the rest of the people in the salon. I casually walk to the dressing room, open the heavy door and swing it wide. I knew as soon as I saw the thick wood hangers holding a dozen or so black coat-things that they were One Size Fits Some. Someone other then me. I decide I'd better get a closer look before making a scene, but I should have saved myself some time and just got out my lighter and smoked these bad boys.
I unsnap the one snap and slide it off the hanger, noticing in the mirror that two lounging employees have noticed my door is open and are watching me. I slide it on, saying a prayer of thanks that I'm flexible because I damn near had to touch my elbows to get my arms in the sleeves. It covered my back side. So I, hunching my shoulders together so not to rip the "smock" in half, march out of the room and into the middle of the swanky salon and loudly say "ROBIN, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!" She comes running around the corner, obviously shocked by my loudness, and I announce "Maybe if we were coloring my leg hair, this might protect my left foot...but we aren't and this it is absolutely unacceptable to offer this as the standard. I'm able to stand up for myself, but a lot of fat people would have been embarrassed by this and probably left...the one size fits ALL cape is a much better choice, so if you have one...great! If not, I will need to cancel this appointment."
Yeah, everyone was staring. But I had the best adrenaline rush I've had in years! Robin, being very sweet, ran over to my side and helped pry the "smock" off and said "Of course we have a cape, I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't even thinking!" People eventually went back to normal, after whispering to one another for a while. I later explained to her that I wasn't trying to be a bitch, but with the majority of the people in this country being fat (at least categorized that way) that their is no reason to shame myself because THEY attempted to dress me in something to small...not my problem, theirs! So totally agreed and actually seemed to be genuinely interested to what I was saying to help fat people feel more comfortable.
I could tell you all the story about me and the day spa at the Dessert Inn in Vegas...but it would pretty much be repeating myself except it was a terricloth robe and I ended up dressed in a bedsheet tied on like a toga. Misti loves that story.
I do have to admit that I was terrified that she was going to jack up my hair after my fit. But, thankfully, she didn't. It actually looks pretty good...I think...I never can tell until I get to fix it myself.
Yeah, I knew it. Exercise makes you fat. But you know what? Who cares, you might not be thin...but your heart and whatnot will be healthier? Well, I guess just about everyone cares because people don't care about health (they think they do) but really just want to fit society's image...but that's besides the point. I knew that it doesn't make you thin...I was fat when I swam competitively (and kicked ass, if I do say so myself...so what if I had an advantage...fat=floats) for a good 10 years.
This article is the perfect example why people are crazy. There are 100 million different opinions on what is "right." I'll tell you what's right. But what's right for me is probably NOT right for you. Rather than encouraging people to exercise because it feels good when you do (maybe not during...but the after is great!) and it's good for you and encouraging them to put good things in their bodies because lots of good for you things also taste good and that you don't put horse shit in your gas tank to run your car so you shouldn't put crap in your body to run it, but allowing them to make their own decisions on what is right for them without trying to shove a money making agenda on them is making people insane. Looking the way insurance companies and fashion magazines tell us to is NOT a reason to exercise and eat healthy. But according to this, exercise ain't gona do it for ya anyway. Not to mention that diets are about as unhealthy as you can gets...drugs, shakes, processed foods, and chemicals (including nutrasweet) is NOT the way God intended for his people to fuel their bodies.
And don't even get me started on Anna Nicole. I want to kick her in her big fake titties everytime she says "Trim Spa, Baby." She is so predictable it's not even funny, actually it is...seeing as how really truly stupid people are pretty funny. One of the first things I said to my mom when I saw her show was "Watch, this will air and she will she herself and she will do some crazy diet." I personally thought she looked pretty hot when she was fat, but hey...I'm a tad biased.
Ok, rant over. Thanks. Oh wait. I forgot to include how this started as a pissed-off-fat-pride-day.
SO I went to the salon (I'm resisting the urge to call it the beautyshop as my mother and grandmother and most people from Hobbs do). I've yet to find someone here who I like the way they cut my hair, in fact, I haven't even attempted to find someone in about 2 years...during that time I just get it cut in Lubbock when I'm home.
But this cute little place, Jolie (French for cute, so they told me today), opened RIGHT by my house and Vic gets his 'brows waxed there sometimes. I went with him yesterday, checked it out, it passed my inspection, so I made an appt for today to get cut AND COLORED...I'm blonde again. Not super blonde, but lots of good highlights.
Anyway, what the fuck is a "smock"??? I sit in the chair and we formulate a game plan and then Robin says "I'm going to mix the color, you can go right in this dressing room and put on a smock." I'm instantly scared. Not for myself, but for the rest of the people in the salon. I casually walk to the dressing room, open the heavy door and swing it wide. I knew as soon as I saw the thick wood hangers holding a dozen or so black coat-things that they were One Size Fits Some. Someone other then me. I decide I'd better get a closer look before making a scene, but I should have saved myself some time and just got out my lighter and smoked these bad boys.
I unsnap the one snap and slide it off the hanger, noticing in the mirror that two lounging employees have noticed my door is open and are watching me. I slide it on, saying a prayer of thanks that I'm flexible because I damn near had to touch my elbows to get my arms in the sleeves. It covered my back side. So I, hunching my shoulders together so not to rip the "smock" in half, march out of the room and into the middle of the swanky salon and loudly say "ROBIN, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!" She comes running around the corner, obviously shocked by my loudness, and I announce "Maybe if we were coloring my leg hair, this might protect my left foot...but we aren't and this it is absolutely unacceptable to offer this as the standard. I'm able to stand up for myself, but a lot of fat people would have been embarrassed by this and probably left...the one size fits ALL cape is a much better choice, so if you have one...great! If not, I will need to cancel this appointment."
Yeah, everyone was staring. But I had the best adrenaline rush I've had in years! Robin, being very sweet, ran over to my side and helped pry the "smock" off and said "Of course we have a cape, I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't even thinking!" People eventually went back to normal, after whispering to one another for a while. I later explained to her that I wasn't trying to be a bitch, but with the majority of the people in this country being fat (at least categorized that way) that their is no reason to shame myself because THEY attempted to dress me in something to small...not my problem, theirs! So totally agreed and actually seemed to be genuinely interested to what I was saying to help fat people feel more comfortable.
I could tell you all the story about me and the day spa at the Dessert Inn in Vegas...but it would pretty much be repeating myself except it was a terricloth robe and I ended up dressed in a bedsheet tied on like a toga. Misti loves that story.
I do have to admit that I was terrified that she was going to jack up my hair after my fit. But, thankfully, she didn't. It actually looks pretty good...I think...I never can tell until I get to fix it myself.
Monday, January 05, 2004
I have no good reason for not blogging. Happy New Year. And let me tell ya, I rang it in with a bang. I mean, a snore. Yeah, I was watching the Weather Channel listing to Vic snore when I went to the bathroom only to return and see it was 11:59. I woke him up to say "HAPPY NEW YEAR" and he grunted it back to me.
I have to get a job. I have been putting it off for about 2 months now and I had planned on waiting until after Vic had brain surgery, but now he has postponed that indefinitely, so I suppose that means I have to get a job. Bummer.
I have also started eating more fruits and veggies. I recently read an article about "miracle foods" and among them were blueberries, oranges, and spinach...just to name a few. I also recently read that if every American really followed the FDA's food pyramid and ate all the fruit/veggies recommended...we would have to increase the production by THREE TIMES just to feed everyone! I have been blending white grape juice, frozen blueberries, frozen strawberries, and a frozen banana for breakfast and it rocks my world. Vic bitched about the blending living on the counter, but he's gotten over it.
**NOTE**
despite all of this sounding like a "New Year's Resolution" neither job hunting or increased fruit/veggie consumption is in any form or fashion the above mentioned fantasy. Both just happened to fall around the time of year that people make unrealistic goals only to be let down by their own overzealousness.
And Misti, Carson says "Looks like the pot's calling the kettle black..."
Don't blame me, you know he has a mouth on him.
I have to get a job. I have been putting it off for about 2 months now and I had planned on waiting until after Vic had brain surgery, but now he has postponed that indefinitely, so I suppose that means I have to get a job. Bummer.
I have also started eating more fruits and veggies. I recently read an article about "miracle foods" and among them were blueberries, oranges, and spinach...just to name a few. I also recently read that if every American really followed the FDA's food pyramid and ate all the fruit/veggies recommended...we would have to increase the production by THREE TIMES just to feed everyone! I have been blending white grape juice, frozen blueberries, frozen strawberries, and a frozen banana for breakfast and it rocks my world. Vic bitched about the blending living on the counter, but he's gotten over it.
**NOTE**
despite all of this sounding like a "New Year's Resolution" neither job hunting or increased fruit/veggie consumption is in any form or fashion the above mentioned fantasy. Both just happened to fall around the time of year that people make unrealistic goals only to be let down by their own overzealousness.
And Misti, Carson says "Looks like the pot's calling the kettle black..."
Don't blame me, you know he has a mouth on him.
