Saturday, December 31, 2005
So we are supposed (were supposed) to be going out with John and Amethyst, and I was pretty excited, but sense I woke up yesterday with about 19 zits (now I blame microdermabrasion and haven't done it since Day 3) And today I really haven't done too much in the line of fabulous acheivements, and then John and Amy haven't called and it is almost 8pm, I am feeling pretty unmotivated. The new year can ring in on it's own and I really don't give a flying fuck. Is this what it means to get old and crotchety?
I watched Gangs of New York Last night, I had it DVR'd, and it was a gory, good movie. I hated all the fighting but I loved all the sex and mystery to it all. Worth watching. What is even more interesting to me, is that the whole story time matches up to other stories, although at different times, such as FrankMcCourt's books and Malachy McCourt's books. And to the civil war. It's helps me to put things into perspective. And to think that we thought all the massacres were happening in the south, but I have never ever recalled hearing any of that about New York, about Irish Catholics being dragged off the boats straight to war, and about the political and social upheaval of the 5 points. 5 points was never even MENTIONED to me before, although it was notoriously known as NYC's slum and was written about by such visitors as Charles Dickens and Walt Whitman. That's just another example of things they don't tell you in history books. I did find this small site on the 5-points, describing how urban archeological digs actually found the remains of the 5 points. A documentary was done on the 5-points that would probably be interesting to see.
Other Resources for the Interested: http://urbanography.com/5_points/
This site has LOTS of drawings and excerpts from actual newspaper articles in the 5 points in the 1850's. By Gregory J. Christiano. Gregory also reviewed the movie Gangs of New York.
RecommendedBooks In Print
The Gangs of New York: An Informal History of the Underworld, by Herbert Asbury, Jorge Luis (Forward).
Five Points: The Nineteenth Century New York City Neighborhood that Invented Tap Dance Stole Elections and Became the Worlds Most Notorious Slum,” by Tyler Anbinder
Empire City: New York Through the Centuries, Kenneth T. Jackson and David S. Dunbar, editors.
Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898, by Edwin Borrows and Mike Wallace.
New York by Gas-Light and Other Urban Sketches, by George G. Foster, Originally published in 1850, edited by Stuart M. Blumin, 1990
Friday, December 30, 2005
This was written by Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes.
"As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just
a few reasons why:
A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around
whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually
something more interesting.
A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what
she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30 give a hoot
what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at
the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve
it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's
like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women
friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend
because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care
less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a
woman over 30. They always know.
A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of
younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier
than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you
are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where
you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,
it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+,
there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with
some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for
free?” here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage,
why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a
Now, I had to figure out some "cover-worthy" news so I decided to blog about my friend Carrie (Freeman) Stokes, who lives in Utah with her husband Jay. Carrie and Jay are expecting a baby in July, and since I have kept my lips sealed for a month and a half, and now most people know, I decided that I can finally spill the beans online.
Um, I didn't ask Carrie. So we will see how long before she sees this and what she thinks. But I thought her news is well worth the cover of a magazine. So I made one. Click on the cover to see it full sized.
:) Grow Baby Grow! Can't wait to see Belly pictures....
I am so so sosososososoososoooooo glad it is Friday. I can't wait for another 3 day weekend, although I will have to go into work for a few minutes on Sunday and Monday. Pajamas here I come!
Tonight we will get the treadmill, and move the entertainment stand back into the living room. Assuming we can get some strong men to help with the moving. Then we can hook up the cable in the living room.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
But the book was cute, and nothing makes me happier then opening up a fresh book or catalog and creasing the pages over as I start to peruse it. Fabulous. As for the exclusive new "wedding ensemble" that they have, it is very nice, but very generic floral. I hate to tell them, but most modern brides want nothing more than to get away from that generic floral. They want something fresh, funky, new and different. Think outside the box. I think they could have done better. But hey, why not stay on the safe side, right?
This kid designed a webpage where he sold each pixel of space for $1.00
There are a million pixels on the webpage, so when he is filled up, he will have made a million dollars. Damn. He's just about there.
Check out the picture of the homepage below, and then go check it out in person
Nope. Everything is peachy. Really. With some prompting he has been helping around home, going to the office during the week, and vastly improving my mental health.
I can't begin to tell you what a relief it is that he seems to have decided to act like a mature husband. I am proud. I am pleased. And I just felt the need to share.
Well, Evan and I were at Wal-Mart last night and from across the store, my eyes locked on an end aisle FULL of Betty Crocker Warm Delights. That orgasmic moan must have come out of my mouth in the middle of Wal-Mart, or perhaps I was drooling, because Evan took one look at me and said "go, get one." What a nice husband. Well when I got to them, there were 4 varieties. There was no way I could get just one! So I picked out a Brownie, a Molten Chocolate Cake, and a Chocolate Caramel Cake. I made one at work this afternoon.
Firstly, let me explain that it is a cake mix with a fudge pouch (at least the molten chocolate cake had a fudge pouch, it will vary by flavor) and you must add water and mix. It's like a mini cake mix, sans eggs and oil. So you add 1/4 cup of water (which I eyeballed, since I was sans mixing cup at my desk) and then you stir it all up with a spoon. So really, think Easy Bake Oven without the smokin hot light bulbs. Then you microwave for (1 minute 15 seconds according to the package) or (2 minutes 20 seconds according to our dinosaur of a microwave at work)
Overall, it was gooey, warm, chocolatey.... A nice experience. Great for those of us who don't need to bake an entire cake to get that chocolate fix. You see in our house, there's Just Evan and me. The dogs can't have chocolate and Evan doesn't have the premenstraul chocolate cravings that I do.... so it's all me. And WHY would I need an entire chocolate cake? Exactly. So this little guy is kinda nice. I personally couldn't eat all of it. It would be awesome with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Now, being a former kick-ass Pampered Chef Consultant, I have had plenty of experience with microwave cakes, in the mini stoneware bundt pans, and in the stoneware bundt pans. A full sized cake can take between 18 and 25 minutes to bake in the microwave. It will be more gooey and moist, and the best is when you squeeze a can of frosting onto the bottom of the cake (the top of the bundt pan) before baking, and the frosting is heavier than the batter and it runs down through the batter and ends up at the bottom of the bundt pan, so that when you flip the cake out, it is delightfully topped with melty frosting. How cool is that? But most people don't know that you can cook any cake mix in the microwave. Or they don't know that Pampered Chef's stoneware is all microwaveable, or that frosting will sink in an oh-so delicious way.
So try out the Betty Crocker Warm Delights. I was pleased. But it wasn't anything like the commercial. The hard part is that mixing it in a tiny plastic bowl with a plastic spoon, there are bound to be some dry chunks in the batter somewhere, and I found one when I was taking a big bite. But overall, it was good. And, did you know that there have been 11 easy bake oven models since 1963? Check out the timeline....
I called Country Door. The customer service rep told me that because it is dyed wool, it is likely that there will be some variations in the coloring and there would probably be some oranges, especially burnt oranges. Plus there are browns in it, which will go nicely with our new furniture when it arrives. I was excited, thinking if I order it today, it will be here and we can get it down before the furniture comes, but then I see it is on backorder until January 18th. So it may or may not get here before the furniture. Argh. So if it DOESN'T get here first, we will have to move furniture out and then put the rug down and then put the furniture back in. Oh well. What can you do?
That's like Anya trying to get her kitchen aid mixer exchanged at Kohl's (not enough in stock, has to take a rain check) and my sister trying to use her Victoria's Secret Gift Card but getting to the store and they have no underwear in stock. It's incredibly frustrating. I mean, hello, it was just Christmahannakwanzica and any moron knows that means HIGH DEMAND so order some extra crap people! My rug on backorder, our furniture halfway across the ocean, half of Sears' craftsman toolsets out of stock, Victoria's Secret is out of undies, Kohl's out of everything, and everyone just stands around looking dumb.
So anyway, I ordered the Colonial Red Rug from Country Door and I ordered my telephone table, thanks to Mom and Dad for fabulous Christmas Presents!
Well I have bought a corner bakers rack since then, but I put that together myself. I am pretty good at assembling furniture, When I lived at home my dad would work with me to assemble things. That reminds me of the time that I was putting together our mission style DVD cabinet and there was basically no way in hell that one person could get the doors on that thing. You had to hold the door in place with two hands, and use your third hand to screw the hinges to the cabinet... and I had to call Lisa and say "can you come over and hold these damn doors for me?" and like a good friend, she came right over.
I had a hair color appointment, then Evan and I met for supper, then we ran to Wal-Mart (I got a treadmill mat, a little black book (yes, that's right) and two pair of sweatpants, and some beads. Evan got a sweatshirt and a new toothbrush and I can't remember what else.)
I am thinking of buying Anya's dryer, it's only 2 years old. Ours works, but a) it is gas and it shrinks everything. b) it has started to make all the clothes smell like gas or exhaust, so I am sure it isn't working properly.
Besides that, my hair looks awesome. It is much redder than before, darker. There are still the blond and strawberry blonde streaks that are mine, but red red red! Everyone has commented, and Evan loves it, so I guess we are good to go.
Evan and I had a nice night together last night, and he washed a load of good clothes so I got to wear pants again! yeah! tomorrow is casual Friday at work (even though I have to pay $2 to participate) so I will be wearing jeans. Those are my favorite days. Problem is I am still pretty limited as to what I can wear.
Everyone have a nice day... I can't wait for this long weekend!
May I also note that in combination with the Microdermabrasion, I am using Aveeno skincare products as I always have, but I have cut out the sensitive skin face scrub and replaced it with foaming cleanser, because the microdermabrasion feels like a scrub, I don't want to "overscrub." I also use Aveeno's nightime Ultra Calming Lotion, which I love to death. I apply it at night after micredermabrasion and in the morning before makeup. In the summer I use Ultra Calming lotion (daytime) because it isn't as thick.... but in the winter I have dry skin so I need a litte something more.
Read the details and explanation of what I am going for in my post "Microdermabrasion Day 1" on my December 27th Entry.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Very Low|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||High|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||High|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||Very High|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||High|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Moderate|
|Level 7 (Violent)||High|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||High|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Moderate|
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
Then I stumbled on a test to measure which sin sent me to hell, and I discovered that I am "medium" on the scale of slothful, but the only question that I answered yes to was that it is okay to sleep past noon on a weekend. Wow. That is sending me to hell? Whatever. I probably GET to sleep past noon on a weekend Once a month. Some days I am up at 8:30, some days by 10am, and rarely (a cherished time) I am able to sleep past noon. But that is usually when I went to sleep after 3am.
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So today I have a hair appointment at 5pm, because my Saturday appointment got cancelled as my hairstylist had an allergic reaction to something. So I didn't do my hair today, pulled the top half back and flipped out the ends that were left down in the back. Plus I am breaking the "no white" after labor day rule, which everyone says is no longer.... but I am not so sure. I am just plain OUT Of clean laundry. Completely. Can't wear jeans to work, and all my dress pants are dirty. I even already wore my island print Tommy Hilfigers. It was either Capri pants or white peasant skirt today. So I have on my white hippy skirt, white tennis shoes, and a peach babydoll/peasant top with matching jewelry... and a white cotton cardigan. It floats pretty well in a workplace where the nurses wear scrubs and or/white jackets.... so I don't look out of place. But get me out in the real world and people would probably think strangely of me. Oh well. It's either that or my underwear.
My cafe press order came today, I bought my own "dazed" merchandise, which basically means I bought shirts that I designed myself, that advertise my website and blog. I am excited, but I haven't opened them yet. I will do that right now.... Pause for the excitement..... Oh. Cool! The front I like a little better than the back. For some reason the colors aren't done justice as much.... but the black text and graphics look great. I will have to post pictures. I got half of my order, I bought a GIANT hooded sweatshirt, a size too large so that I can snuggle in it. Plus our damn gas dryer shrinks everything. I hate that thing. I am going to buy Anya's electric dryer, it's new and still under warranty. I don't want to buy a whirlpool, but hers might be Maytag. Plus if you figure I am not paying whirlpool the money, it's not breaking my promise/threat to never support them again. (ask PG about this one, it's his theory not mine)
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Reason being, I need ONE ORANGE VALANCE for the living room and I don't feel like driving clear to Target to get one.
It matches these curtains shown in the picture, and it has Brown wooden beads dangling from it.
Can you do that for your sister dear? If so please send me an email or comment here, or feel free to call me in the morning or stop by. Then you can pick up your Umbra cards.
These orange ones are the new curtains in my living room. Click on the photo for a larger view. The package says Global Home (brand) and they are exclusive to Target. They are Rayon/Cotton/Polyester. I only need ONE VALANCE! Please!! Pretty Please!?!
The green ones are put back up in the dining room, with the grapevines that I had up before.
I do 7 straight treatments each night, then I do no treatments for 1 week. Then I resume with treatments 1-3 times per week from that point forward. My skin feels good tonight, I seem to feel like I have all this "blood flow" in my face. I know this sounds ridiculous, but it is like an invigorating, increased circulation feeling. Seems promising.
At a Bridal Show about two years ago, I had Microdermabrasion done on my hand by a local day spa. It was amazing the difference one treatment made. You could instantly tell the difference between the untreated and treated hands. I joked with the salon technician "Can you guys do my whole body?" and she laughed.
So I am excited to try it and see what happens. I used to have GREAT skin until I got to be like 23 or 24. Now I have breakouts that drive me up the wall.
I will keep you posted.
At one point in time, I did own www.dazed81.net, www.dazed81.biz, www.dazed81.us also, but I got tired of paying for them and when the time came to renew them, I decided to just get rid of them.
What I REALLY want is www.meaganjohnson.com but we all know I won't get that. Bummer.
Once I wanted to buy www.meagan.com but it ended up being "Meagan's Erotic Island" and so I decided I probably would never get that one either.
Here is a link to the Article on the BCR website. You need to have a username and password as a subscriber to the newspaper to view the article that way.
Here is a link to the PDF of the article that I created for those of you who obviously are not subscibers. Enjoy!
:) meagan, famous. get my autograph while you can!
Monday, December 26, 2005
Firstly, let me say that what sticks in my mind most is that Evan and I took one giant step and financed our own living room furniture. We are getting a leather sofa and loveseat, and two mission style end tables and a coffee table. We went to the Quad Cities on Monday afternoon and visited Furniture Row, where we picked out our furniture. The leather set is called Vintage and we picked the mission style tables out seperately (they were displayed with a different leather grouping). We also picked out (for our future purchase) our dining room table and chairs and the matching mission style china cabinet. We also went to Target where I used a gift card towards new curtains for the living room, and to Bed Bath and Beyond, Michaels, Best Buy, and then out to eat at Governor's.
So it was a very tiring and exciting day. Our furniture is on a boat, crossing the ocean as we speak. It is expected to reach the US the first week of January, then it has to make it's way to Davenport and then we can go pick it up. We are so excited we can hardly stand it. I hung the new curtains last night, along with placing a new throw rug and some new candles and such. It is coming together and I feel like when we get our furniture, we will have an "instant room." Mom and Dad also gave me the cash to get the big braided rug (5' x 8') that I wanted for Christmas, and also the LL Bean telephone table in dark mission. Now I just have to decide if I still want the Golden Sunset rug or if I want the Harvest Colored Rug. Oh the stress.
Evan got his special Christmas Gift, a New Fender Acoustic/Electric Guitar. He was very thrilled, and surprised, and it was totally worth it! My sister Liz got him a matching Fender Gig bag. Mom and Dad got him all kinds of goodies, including a Craftsman Mechanics Tool set, Craftsman Precision Screwdriver Set, and new clothes, pajamas, and "steven segals" which are what we call the moccasin slippers that he wears around home. I got the Hallmark 2005 Fillagree Bell from Dad, and I wanted it desperately. I also got lots of goodies, like socks, dog magnets, dog cookbook, Fiskars ScrapBoss with 2 extra templates, a book from my mom.... there was so much good stuff I can't even begin to rememer it all. Beads and Charms to make more bracelets.
Evan got me my jewelry armoire, flannel sheets, a $30 Itunes Gift Card, Aveeno Lotion and Bath Wash, two cool pink bracelets, the Conair Lighted Oval Mirror for my dressing table, 2 DVD's (Badder Santa and Brothers Grimm) and some other stuff in my stocking.
Angela got me two doggie cookies shaped like snowmen, and a pair of doggles with flames from Two Boston's bakery in Naperville. The dogs CHOWED down on the cookies. They even had FROSTING! We had a great laugh when we put the doggles on them. We now need to get the dogs into extreme sports. Or at least get them used to wearing the doggles.
John and Amethyst got me a left handed notebook and a cool glass cake stand.
Liz got me a gift certificate to the new wine store in Peru.
Everyone loved the Pictures that we had taken professionally in November, with the dogs, which was the big secret project. We had them framed and gave them to our immediate families and our grandmas, and some of our good friends. We will be sending out New Year's Cards soon and after we do that, I will post what the picture turned out like on the blog so you can all see the "secret project."
I wore my pajamas and slippers ALL DAY on Christmas. That was my goal and I completed it. That's why all the pictures we took show me in my pajamas. Mom got a really nice Kodak Easy Share with a big zoom- from Dad. So we had to try that out and I showed her how to put the pictures on her computer.
Evan with his new guitar Christmas Morning
Evan and Meagan at Mom's as Evan tries to guess what Liz got him.
Dad and Evan put together Evan's new Craftsman tool Set
Evan, Liz, and Meagan working with the Embosser.
Dad snuggling in
Harley and Hadley when we "dog sat" Harley on Friday/Saturday
Boyd trying to get the doggles OFF!
Friday, December 23, 2005
Here's a pic of mine in action. My Shuffle has skins, a pale green one and a hot pink one, so of course you can see my shuffle looks pink. Click on the photo for a larger view. Enjoy!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
It makes me think of the frosted flake cereal box with Tony the tiger on the front, and he is holding a cereal box, and on the cereal box he is holding is a picture of him holding another cereal box, and it goes ON and ON down the line and all I can think of is HOW do they DO that? Where does it start? I know it's like graphic design, but I always wonder, how many times did they have to do that until you can't tell where they started? And I try to count, but I can't! And then I start to think Which Came First, The Chicken or the egg. And I also think of the Pink Floyd Album Cover where it's like the cover within the cover within the cover. Of course that one is technically different because the band members are rearranged each time.... but you get the drift.
Now, you probably think I am messed up, but I have lost sleep and spent hours thinking these things over. And most strangely, is that they don't make frosted flakes boxes like that anymore, but I promise you that they did, and that is a piece of my photographic memory, which not all of you know that I have. It's crazy I suppose.
I am probably the only person on the face of the earth that notices this, let alone cares, and sits around thinking about it. There has to be a NAME for this technique?
Well, it looks like everyone's brains have shutdown for the Christmas holiday. I have been blogging away here, all by myself, and the comments and visitors have dwindled drastically. Either I am getting too boring and repetitive or everyone else is too busy or braindead. I miss everyone.
SO anyway. As I am just accelerating away from the "herd" I see a doe bustin ass towards me from my left, like she just realized all of her buddies are on the other side of the road. I am going like 40 and she is coming right for me. I got the brakes slammed on and I am honking and heading for the ditch away from her, and she is like on a mission. Just kept coming. I knew I was hitting her (or actually she was hitting me) and that there was no avoiding it. I was going pretty slow, so when she hit me it wasn't too serious. I saw her thrown back and she staggered. I was like oh fuck, if I have to go back there and drag a dead deer out of the middle of the road, that will totally suck. But then I see things all like Tommy Boy and she isn't really dead. So I whip a shitty in the road, and go back... Deer is gone! Must not have hurt her too bad. I didn't see any blood or anything.
So I drove to my mom's, just around the corner, and got out to see the damage. Firstly, my car (99 grand prix gt) is a TANK. It bounces back from everything. It's one of the best cars I have ever had. I didn't see any dents, just a HUGE chunk of deer hair embedded and some deer poo where the deer must have crapped in fear. So anyway, the drivers side door creaks when opening, as it rubs against the front quarter panel, so I know the panel got pushed in and back. I haven't tried to open the hood yet. That will be another sign that it is out of whack. I tried to go get the estimate this morning, but wasn't able to as motor wasn't in the shop. I of course use Wyanet Body shop for all my repair work. So I will go get an estimate tomorrow.
When I was at mom's I called the county and they sent out an officer (LRowland, from Manlius) who I have known my whole life. We sat in the kitchen at mom and dad's and filled out the report. And I wrapped Evan's giant Christmas Surprise and took it home with me.
Last night was pretty relaxed after all of that excitement, and getting my hair cut. I will do a little "dog sitting" for Harley (josh and lisa's chocolate lab) on Friday night/Sat morning... and we plan on doing some furniture shopping, I am HOPING friday night, if not monday.
We have two Christmas Eve's (as usual) at the exact same time, so we will split up and go to our respective family's celebrations. Then Christmas Day we go to mom's for presents and a late lunch. The menu sounds fabulous this year, Lasagna and Garlic Bread with cheese, and baked breaded stuffed olives. Yum. there are other goodies too but those are the ones that stick in my mind. We both have Monday off work.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, when I left mom's and headed for home, all of those deer were lying in the ditch right where I had hit that doe. They looked all bedded down for the night. I thought one of them might be her. None of them limped or looked injured, and they all stood up and pranced away when I honked.
Welcome to the country folks.
So last night was this 18 year old girl who was "in love" and had met the perfect man. When Jerry asked her how long she had known him, she said "2 months" and the whole crown just groaned. Of course he was sleeping with "the big sister she never had" who was a white trash divorced mom of 3. The two girls go at it, screaming and pulling their hair out and pulling each other's shirts off, and then the guy comes out. Of course, he is a skanky tatooed white guy with a terrible (wannabe black) attitude and slang. The girls are then fighting him, and each other, and all three of them are shirtless before long.
But that's not the part that first made me think of wrestling. No, it was the intro. Jerry comes out in a puff of smoke and lights. They have flames and lightening bolts across the bottom of the screen that announce each person. They throw chairs at each other. The crowd chants and yells and boos. It is EXACTLY like wrestling. Lots of show. Lots of smoke and mirrors. Lightening Bolts. Flames. Girls in skimpy clubbing tops. Love Triangles. Fighting, Arguing, Yelling, and Physical Violence. Bouncers. An Announcer. All Wrestling. Very Very interesting! How come I never put this together before? And I was a WCW/NWO fan. Maybe I was just blinded by the men's soap opera that is wrestling.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
1. My body pillow. I need it.
2. Bottled water. I (by myself) drink 1.5 cases of bottled water a week. For real. Between 5-8 bottles a day. But not that Aquafina crap. It tastes like worms after it rains, you know that worm smell. I love Dasani.
3. OPI nail polish. And polish remover. I must have my toes painted at all times. What good is running around on an island with your toes in the sand if you can't make them pretty? I also would like to take toe seperators but I figure I could fashion some out of leaves. I am fairly crafty that way.
4. My dogs. I really couldn't be without them. I would be miserable.
5. toothpaste. I can probably make my own toothbrush but I can't handle bad breath. I brush my teeth at least three times a day, and keep a brush at work. I would need to have some toothpaste.
6. Sunscreen. I don't want cancer. And I tan nicely, all over, but I also burn easily the first few times, so I don't want to be miserable. Although I am sure I could find an aloe plant.
7. A Journal and Pen. If I can't blog and I have no one to talk to but the dogs.... I would need this. I can't obviously charge a laptop, so I'll have to go the old fashioned way.
8. A blanket or a sheet. I can't sleep without one if it storms, because I am afraid the lightening will get me. I am sure there will be some tropical storms, so I would like a sheet to use inside my crewd hut.
9. Moisturizer. I would prefer to not have fine lines and wrinkles, plus I have eczema, although my dermatologist told me before he died that if I became a nudist on a tropical island that I would never have eczema again. So maybe I wouldn't NEED it but it would be a nice luxury.
10. My "sexy librarian" glasses, as Tina calls them. I wouldn't need them to see, but I have bad distance eyesight, and If I want to sit on the beach and look out at the horizon for approaching pirate ships, I might need them. I could always use them to burn ants with for amusement in the meantime. Plus if Johnny Depp Rolls up in pirate garb, I could use something to make me look more mysterious and desireable.
11. a mirror. Now is that vain? Oh well. I want to be able to see myself and make sure I don't have dirt on my face. Just because it's a deserted island, I don't need to look like crap.
12. Soap. Self explanitory.
13. A chest style cooler. It won't keep my things cold but It will keep them dry. And I could sit on it when I get tired of having fire ants all over my ass. And grab ahold of it if I wanted to float in the ocean.
14. A Razor. I don't need to look like a saskwatch. Especially if I finally am rescued, or I run into some locals who want me to be their queen.
15. there is something else that I would take, that very few people know about. There are probably 2 men and 3 woman on the planet who know what this is. you know who you are.
I am totally addicted to pajamas. The second I get home, I am ripping off the work clothes to put on pajamas. My favorite winter kind? Pink flannel pajama pants with various matching pink shirts, long sleeved, short sleeved, sleeveless, tank tops, camisoles. I love them. They have to be pink because I want them to match my slippers, and I have two pair of pink slippers. I usually buy them a size too big, because I like the sleeves to come down over my hands (I am tall with long arms, so arms on shirts are always too short) and I like it when the pants are super baggy and long, so that they don't bind or twist IF i decide to actually wear them to bed. I love that I can take off my slippers and pull my feet up in the chair and have my pajamas go down over my feet to keep them warm, because I hate socks. My favorite summer kind? Chemises and flannel shorts with camisoles or tank tops. I could totally live in pajamas. Check out www.pajamaheaven.com
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Is high maintenance defined by how much money you cost? Is it defined by the brand name you wear? Is it defined by the car you drive? Is it defined by the the things you demand of others, particularly of your spouse (husband or boyfriend I suppose)? Is it a combination of the above? Is it defined by if you are "real" or "fake" and is that physical (boobs, plastic surgery, hair color) or emotional "fakeness" or a combination of both?
I would have to say that an example of high maintenance would be Eva Longoria's character in Desperate Housewives, or perhaps by Paris Hilton. but depending on the society that you live in, I suppose your definition of high maintenance may differ dramatically. If you like to be taken seriously but still have fun, if you like to have control of things, dress nicely at work, have nice things, and feel pretty, is that high maintenence? Or is high maintenance described by having superficial values and looks?
I like victoria's secret underwear. All other underwear tends to have strings that hang off it and elastic snafus. (is that how you spell that? I mean snafu as in wardrobe malfunction.) I also like pretty nails, mostly because I chew mine constantly and can't stand them, so I like acrylics. I also like pedicures and massages. I don't get them regularly, but I do enjoy a good pedicure with friends and I never ever have my toes unpainted. I like to ask for pedicures for gifts- like a gift certificate to the salon. I have pretty feet, I like to focus on them. I also like to highlight my hair. I like to wear make-up. Do I shop at Wal-Mart? Yes. Do I get my hair done in Hollywood? no. In chicago? No. Does it still look awesome? You bet your ass. I like to look nice. I like my shoes, purse, and jewelry to match. Does that make me high maintenance? I like to shop. At Wal-mart and Target and at the mall occasionally. I like to shop online. But I love ebay, or any bargain.
But when you factor in that I drive a car that is 7 years old, albeit in excellent condition and nearly paid off, and the fact that I can shovel horse shit and drive a 4wheeler or motorcycle or snowmobile.... and the fact that I grew up on the farm.... does that have any say in whether I am high maintenance? And what if people didn't know those things, would I be MoRE high maintenance because of the things people don't know about me?
I guess I was thinking high maintenance because I answered a pang of longing that I was having for fake nails when I haven't had any since August (wedding)... and I wanted to have them as a pampering thing for the holidays, plus It's time to get a hair cut and a highlight, and I am thinking- wow, am I high Maintenance? Do people think that about me? Or am I just well groomed? Curious.
Leave a comment in the lasso of truth. Tell me what you feel about high maintenance. What defines it? What defines it for YOU?
I took two online quizzes. One said I was a "dominatrix". But it defined high maintenance as knowing what you want. Like do I speak up and say where I would like to eat, or do I just go where everyone else wants. Do I tell a guy what I want to drink or do I just drink what he picks out for me. Whatever. I'm not a DOORMAT. If he doesn't want to get me what I want- I will get it myself. Not sure that defines high maintenance. Although I don't mind the term dominatrix. But the second quiz said I was medium maintenance. Can't a girl just know what she wants and go for it? If I were a guy it would be considered empowering and determined, not "high maintenance."
Well, if I were high maintenance, I guarantee I would be shopping HERE.
5 years ago:
curvy, tall, long legs, blonde hair, big breasts- me
"oh mysterious man on the street, can you help me?"
mysterious man "considering I have been gawking at you for the last 8 minutes with my jaw on the ground and you just actually spoke to me, yes, I will do anything you ask without question!!! And also may I please buy you a drink or perhaps some diamonds? Can I stare at your chest while you lean in to open the door?"
today, 50 pounds later:
chunky, klutzy, pudgy, unnoticeable- me
"excuse me sir, could you please help me?"
mysterious man "I'm sorry, is there someone there? Oh you struggling with a giant package, I never even noticed you because my eyes were riveted to that leggy blonde over there. Why don't you get a gay man to help you, they're interested in helping the chunky chicks."
Why oh why would you want to throw away such power?! I had that perfect combination of being able to get a man's attention without even speaking or looking at him and the sharp tongue and quick retorts that would leave him alternately running for his life and begging for more.
I have lost it. All my powers of persuasion. Gone. I must get them back. Drat where IS that treadmill? I have even lost the powers over my husband! Of course I think he likes not being subject to the powers and not seeing other men subject to the powers. That's why he keeps resisting the requests for the treadmill to be moved to our house. You see, while there must be some satisfaction in "those other guys are constantly staring at my girlfriend (now wife) there must also be some annoyance in "those other guys are constantly staring at my girlfriend." and maybe he got tired of comments like "will you breastfeed my kids" and "can I see those before I die."
Who knows. But I must get back my superpowers before it is too late.
Evan and I joke (or at least I joke) that we should have had a pre-nup ourselves. You see, I come attached with MANY MANY MANY posessions. I have hobbies like scrapbooking, stamping, crocheting, basket weaving, photography, painting, that all come with collections of things. I have furniture, I have clothes and shoes, purses and jewelry. I also have electronica, and household decorations, and cooking stuff up the wazoo. So when we got married, Evan's new thing is "what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine." And he is right, but I still have the posessiveness. Like he is working at my scrapbooking table, with his laptop, and I put some of my scrapbook stuff over on his side (because you need lots of space when scrapbooking) and he says "Hey, this is MY side of the table" and I say "this is MY table!" and he replies with the glare and "this it OUR table. We are married now, remember?" and I am like DAMN! We should have signed a prenup! And he rolls his eyes.
But what I am seeing lately is more shocking than "that's my table." The following are lists of recent celebrity prenup requests, as cited by lawyers....
— Limiting the wife's weight to 120 pounds or she must relinquish $100,000 of her separate property.
— Allowing a spouse to perform random drug tests, with financial penalties for positive results.
— Requiring a husband to pay $10,000 each time he is rude to his wife's parents.
— The previously mentioned rules regarding mothers-in-law, football and sex.
Whatever man. Limiting the wife's weight?! Oh what a load of crap! What if she has a tumor that weighs ten pounds, or a fibrous mass? What if she is pregnant? What the hell? What woman with any amount of decency would sign that? Oh I know that you will love me and cherish me, as long as I weigh less than an unhealthy 120 pounds. You are definately the one for me! Yeah right! What about limiting the man's weight? Husband must weigh less than 180 pounds (yes, unreasonable, remember) at all times and must give the wife sex 2 nights a week and must take out the garbage once a week and must put all his dirty socks in the hamper. a $100, 000 penalty will result for each sock found on the floor or on the kitchen counter or the computer desk (for real, it happens, i know from experience.)
Sunday, December 18, 2005
So I am looking around at all the "house" things that need to get done tonight. Tomorrow is cleaning people day again. Oy. I don't want to do anything.
Now, let me say, my laundry room is far from fancy, and it is far from clean. it is in the basement, under the kitchen and the basement stairs. It is all cement except for brick walls from about 3/4 up to the ceiling (the house foundation.) It isn't painted. The ceilings are open beams, with old cobwebs and ceramic knob wiring. The sink is ancient, it hangs on the wall. I do have a new washer and a 6 year old dryer, the newer hot water heater, then a nice counter top that they built for me to fold clothes on. There are four clothes sorters with 3 bags each, and two garment racks to hang clothes on when they are out of the dryer or air drying. I have a big braided rug on the floor and I sweep up the floor with a bristle broom every month or so, shake out the rug.... you get the picture. An overflowing garbage for lint from the lint trap. It's your basic place to do laundry. However, I am always behind. It is beyond me how one couple can wear so many clothes. How can we fill two hampers in one week, not including sheets, rugs, towels, blankets.... It's insanity. Every weekend I have at least six loads (and I mean full loads) usually more like 7-10 loads of laundry to do. And if I don't do laundry one week, it easily becomes 14-18 loads by the next weekend. SO unless for some reason We are gone for the weekend, I average 8 loads of laundry a week. I usually do a load on Friday, like jeans so we have something to wear for the weekend, and then I do all the loads on Sunday. Sunday is the "unwritten" cleaning day for me, but that is another post altogether.
I hate hate hate laundry. When I first moved here, I lovedl laundry. I took a special sort of pride in perfectly matched socks and fluffy folded towels. I folded my underwear. I did ALL the laundry and put ALL the clothes away myself. How stupid. Evan used to wash clothes but it was so unorganized it drove me nuts. He never sorted clothes. He put everything he wore that day into the washer, and then into the dryer, and then he took out what he wanted and left everything else in the dryer, door hanging open, pant leg hanging out, clean sock on the floor. When he took off clothes, he slid out of them like snake skin and left them in a pile. I still have to shake his jeans out when I wash them, from each pair falls 2 scrunched up dirty socks and a pair of boxers. Guaranteed. And the occasional quarter, bic lighter, and guitar pick. I can not TELL you how many times he has washed a bic lighter and then I find it between the washer and dryer cycle. He would fold towels for me and each towel would be folded a different direction and when he stacked them precariously, as soon as you tried to transport the stack upstairs, it would fall over into a heap. It drove me C-R-A-Z-Y.
I took over laundry. I insisted that it be sorted by me. I hated how he couldn't put a shirt on a hanger and have it stay there longer than the 10 seconds it took to hang it on the garment rack. Then would I would attempt to carry laundry upstairs, all the shoulders would pop off the hangers and they would slide to the floor. I can not begin to tell you how annoying I found this. So I started doing all the laundry. Matching all the socks, folding everything, and putting everything away. All I asked was that he carry the dirty clothes downstairs for me each week. Well, that got old fast. Now I have been begging Evan to beome more involved in laundry, We fought endlessly about the "open dryer." I was sure that leaving the door open and clean clothes hanging out of it, was an evil, dirty thing to do. Not only were clothes wrinkled, but they would get CONTAMINATED with basement air! Mice could get in! It was just WRONG! I finally got to the point where the towels did not need to be refolded and the shirts were staying on the hangers. I have to say that on an average, Evan does 2 out of 10 loads of laundry. But he NEVER EVER EVER puts laundry away. And neither do I. So basically, every morning we have to go to the basement to get dressed. That's where out clothes are. Why do we even have closets and dressers? Clothes baskets are not to carry dirty and clean clothes to and from the basement, they are what our socks and underwear are stored in until we need to wear them. Looking for something? Dig through one of those 5 clothes baskets stacked in the corner.
It's TERRIBLE! I HATE it! But I can't handle it alone. Not anymore. It's too much.
So this sets up to the fact that the clothes are all over the basement. Folded and hung and ready to be worn. Usually the clean underwear are in a swirl on top of the dryer. Sometimes they make it to the dresser, but only occasionally. And only if there is an empty clothes basket (yeah right!)
So last week, the contractor was pulling old old wiring out of the basement ceilings and properly running the new wiring through the floor joists. This took alot of pounding and drilling, and we were just notified of what was happening when I went down to see what was up. I didn't mind much, they were making a hellacious mess of wood shavings and black flecks that look like mouse poop but were actually pieces of the casing around the old wires, falling from the ceiling. The basement floor was so full that I couldn't even walk across it, but they swept it up later that week when they finished (at least for the week.)
Now when I went downstairs to get clothes to wear, I noticed that there is sawdust ALL OVER OUR CLEAN CLOTHES in the laundry room. Embedded into my good sweaters and in piles on top of sheets and towels. Also all inside the laundry sorters and on top of the dirty clothes all sorted and ready to be washed. All over the floor, all over the rug, all over the washer and dryer. EVERYWHERE. And it is so embedded into my sweaters that a lint brush and a sweater shaver won't get it out. I have to hand pick it off and then rewash everything so that the dust and the black crap comes off. I had to empty every laundry bag and shake it, shake the rug, sweep it all up. ARGH!!!! So now instead of the 10 loads of laundry that I had to do today, I have like 14, as I rewash all the stuff that got full of sawdust. And did I mention that last week they suddenly took to washing their paint brushes and stain brushes out in the sink down there? less than 6 inches from our good clothes hanging up on the garment rack? When I went to put on a bra last week the left side of it was ORANGE where they had gotten paint all over it? All I can say is thank the fucking lord it was an old Wal-Mart Bra and not a new $50 Victoria's Secret Bra. I would have gone ape shit.
Partially my fault. I guess who leaves clean clothes in their laundry room? But on the side of common sense, I have to say that no matter WHERE I was drilling, if there were stacks and hangers of clean clothes, expensive sweaters and bras around, I would NOT be drilling on top of them. I would either lie down a sheet of plastic or cardboard, or notify the owner of what I wanted to do, and give them a day to get the room cleaned up and prepared for the work.
Am I overreacting? Please let me know before I go post a mean ass sign and start padlocking my laundry room.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
The living room is "done" now, the final coat of stain on the woodwork/trim/doors/windows. So last night I got some mini things done. There is still no furniture in the room because we really don't have much. Just two recliners, the TV armoire, and a floor lamp- and then some baskets and a crock on the floor. So I cleaned all the glassware, including all then new Mikasa wine glasses and shot glasses that we got for our wedding presents, and put them away in the built in cabinet again. Then I moved my new little wine cupboard into the dining room, it's the only thing in the entire room, besides the corner bakers rack I just bought. It is just killing me to not have new furniture to put in the new room. Killing me. I am dying for a dining room table and chairs, and for the dream hutch and the sideboard table. It's tough.
Also posted is a picture of Boyd standing by the presents I just wrapped, and of course we have no tree up, so they are just hanging out on the floor. Except one of the presents has some food in it and Boyd keeps sniffing it and trying to lick it... so I have to watch him.
As always, click on the pics to view them larger.
I love my in-laws. They love me and they have done alot for mySecondly, let me just say that I can't give you the full story without divulging what I believe to be personal information online about the family and making it available for crazy people online.
husband and I. But that doesn't mean that I can't get a little upset every
once in a while. Correct?
But the moral of the story is that as a favor to his parents, my husband will be driving to Chicago and back EARLY EARLY on Christmas morning instead of waking up next to his wife, kissing her a good Christmas morning kiss, and opening gifts with her at home. Instead, we will be seperated on Christmas Eve as we each go to our seperate families, and we likely won't even go to sleep at the same time, and then he will wake up at like 6:30am, to go to Chicago, and won't be back until probably lunch time, if things go well, traffic is not too bad, and the roads and weather are okay.
Then me, wife, will be all alone, no presents opened on Christmas morning, and then have to go to my mom's for Christmas day all by myself, with the assumption that Evan will come there when he gets home from Chicago. All of this to go pick up a vehicle that his parents drove up there on Christmas Eve. Why won't they just let him drive them up there on Christmas Eve? Why does ANYONE need to be traveling that far on Christmas or Christmas Eve. I am worried to death of the traffic and the potential for accidents. I don't ever want to lose my husband or have him be hurt, especially not around Christmas!
Now it is one thing if they don't care about Christmas themselves, and they want to ruin their Christmas by making plans that everyone else thinks are insane. That's their business. It's their Christmas. They usually don't celebrate it anyway, so they can "celebrate" it however they want. However, now their decisions are affecting my marraige, my Christmas, and the traditions that I am trying to build with my new husband.
My first "married" christmas and my husband will be far away. I mean I can't whine too much, he could be in the military overseas, it could be much more stressful, but the point is, there has to be a point where you are able to make your own decisions as an adult, and even though you owe your parents alot, and you love them alot, you should still be able to say "I am sorry, I can't do that. Not today. Today is Christmas and it is important to me and it is important to my wife, and As much as I love you and want to help you, I know that you will understand." and then I would try to work with them to find an alternative. And at the same time, what parents would ask their child to do a silly errand away from his wife on Christmas Day. I am telling you, if we had kids, I would say OVER MY DEAD BODY are you leaving us on Christmas. But I don't have that leverage as just a wife. That would be selfish. But in this instance they are thinking only of themselves. It frustrates me incredibly. And the kicker is that I am SOOOO super excited about the big gift that I got for husband this year, and he won't even be home on Christmas morning to open it.
Am I being overly dramatic? I don't know. I am just frustrated and angry that we are still letting others make decisions for us and we (at least one of us) can't stand up for ourselves, even to our own parents.
UPDATE: Apparently I am mildly overreacting. Instead of the vehicle being in Chicago, it will be in Moline.... so instead of a 2 hours away (sans traffic) to Chicago, he is going 45 minutes away. That is not so bad. I wondered for hours last night what made me jump to that conclusion, because I am not usually a conclusion jumper. I am a rational, fact based, kind of person. I recall that months ago, the Mother-in-law telling me all about the whole ordeal, and saying she had already invested and were going to Chicago on Christmas Eve. She also went into a discussion about their vehicle and how it would be safe in Chicago because it would be fenced in and all that, and now they were changing their minds? It all seemed too strange. So husband never said WHERE he was going to get the vehicle when he approached me about it, and I, already being told it was Chicago, assumed that it was, and when I found out differently last night, I was like- um wait. Moline? and Husband said YES moline, no WONDER you flew off the handle about it, YOU thought I was going to Chicago. So it was a miscommunication. There was a change of plans somewhere in there that didn't get mentioned to me, and I was just going with what I had been originally told. So while I am still upset, I know now that husband will onle be gone 2 hours. Nothing serious. It will all work out, and I will try to sleep in.... so I had better stay out late. Was it a Christmas Miracle?