Crazy Planetary Alignment is Messing With Me!

Okay, for reals, Monday nights are always a little chaotic at our house. I leave for Russian lessons when the kids get home from school. Todd usually arrives home before I return. Every week, I hope SOMEONE will have dinner ready or Family Home Evening prepared before I get back.

It never happens.

So, occasionally we just order out and this past Monday, we all wanted a sandwich from LaSpada (this fantabulicious Italian deli down the road). I phoned in an order and 15 minutes later, hopped in the car to retrieve it.

I pulled out from the garage and noticed this gorgeous crescent moon hanging majestically in the sky, adorned just to the south-right (from my view) with 2 brightly glowing planets (Jupiter and Venus).

Completely WOW'ed, I called Todd and told him to go outside with the kids and check out this amazing sight. They were equally impressed.

But ever since then, one "accident" after another has been happening to me. Just to name a couple, the eyeball incident I wrote about yesterday, and the putting-my-back-out incident I didn't write about yesterday, but mentioned in my status on FaceBook. (OUCH OUCH OUCH)

I'm blaming it all on this beautiful but meddlesome planetary alignment. Jupiter is, after all, my "ruling planet" since I'm Sagittarius (even though I don't live my life by astrology as I mentioned in my right sidebar).

Speaking of being Sagittarius, my birthday is Tuesday and I'm turning 39, which means starting Wednesday, the COUNTDOWN IS ON for my 40th BIRTHDAY BASH!


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Feeling a Tad RAMbunctious

I follow some blogs that are funny and witty and make me laugh. But some of the funny women who write them will occasionally drop the "f-bomb."

And that ruins the whole read for me!

Why do they dooooooooo that? They're bright, clever women! Surely they have more interesting words in their repertiores! If not, it would be more pleasing to me if they just made one up on the fly; it would show creativity.

And do they not care that their children will be reading that someday?

Instead, they use the completely unoriginal f-word.

BORING. A BIG TURN OFF. FLUMMADIDDLE! (That is a real word, by the way.)

Come on, ladies, surely you can do better than that!

And on another note, after my great computer registry fix the other day which left our computer crash-free and running smoothly, I still decided to order some additional RAM ($39 for 1 GB at Dell.com!) and it arrived yesterday.

I was soooooooooo excited to put it in, but I couldn't see! Bryce and I were playing on the floor--I was on my back and he'd jump into my arms and I'd lift him over me--the airplane, you know. Well, at one point, something fell into my eye.

"Hoinking crapstain!" I thought, as I ran to the bathroom to wash it out.

Too late; the debris (probably a rogue piece of glitter from the Christmas Tree, O' Christmas Tree) had already scratched my oh-so-very-delicate cornea.

It hurt soooo bad I wanted to just yell the f-word. Instead, I yelled, "Freaking flipping forking flibbidy freak!" Okay, those are all still f-words, but at least I tried!

So, after a long and torturous wait, and my friend and visiting teacher, Tiffany, thoroughly investigating my eyeball (now I know she would truly do anything for me--big smooch to you, Tiff!), and my friend Shawna driving Allie and Zane to music lessons, and Todd's 2-hour drive home from working in Tucson, I finally made it to Urgent Care around 7 last night.

Eyeball numbing drops are wonderful.

Dr. Brooks is wonderful.

Eyeball stain that makes your eyeball glow flourescent yellow is fabulous and should be available OTC.

Friends who are there for you in an eyeball crisis are super wonderful and smoochable.

Husbands who are calm and patient while driving their trying-not-to-shout-the-f-word wives to Urgent Care are delicious.

The goopey ooze in my eyeball this morning isn't so great, but eyeball antibiotics are just plain, yes, WONDERFUL.

And you, you are wonderful, too!


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Rebirth of Our Computer--a Great Fix You Must Know About!

Or maybe I'm the last to know, but anyway, our computer has been slowly dying for about 6 months now. The past few weeks have been pure torture. Seriously, I would click on Outlook Express, then go do something else while it opened. And if, Heaven forbid, we'd try to have more than two programs running at once...CRASH AND BURN, baby. It was super freaking annoying. I couldn't even do my job, so I quit. (That's kinda funny now.)

I figured my RAM was being sucked up by the million behind-the-scenes programs running. I did the anti-spy, the defrag, the clean-up, the lah-di-dah, the this 'n that, EVERYTHING.

Nothing helped.

So finally I ran across this thingamabob that claimed it could clean and repair my registry and my problems would be solved and life would be joyous again. I checked it out. It was $45, a little steep. But still, cheaper than a new computer, and if it didn't work I would argue with them and get my money back. Or at least, in my head I would get my money back.

So I shelled out the $45 and got this program. (It's just for Windows XP, by the way.)

I ran the diagnostics. In less than 5 minutes, it found like 300 errors in my registry. I click "Repair," and in less than a second, VOILA! Computer is running like new!

Life is beautiful!


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Thanksgiving Aftermath

Thanksgiving day, Todd and I prepared the house for the 8 guests who were coming for dinner, 2 of whom were Todd's parents. Todd loves to do things his mom would disapprove of, like shaving a bit of a mohawk in his hair. Snicker snicker....

Friday we actually went out shopping, even though I SWORE I wasn't going out. We didn't hit any Black Friday spots; I can't stand the ridiculous crowds. We just did the regular Costco thing and I actually dropped my rings off to be resized, since I'm a fat @$$ now. Thank you very much. It's nice to wear my bling again!

Saturday we went hiking at Usery Park. I put on 3 layers of shirts and it was so hot I had to have sweated off at least one slice of pecan pie:

Then Todd hung the Christmas lights. Zane helped.

And Allie decorate the Christmas tree:

It was a great holiday weekend. It was soooooooooooooo awesome having Todd for 4 days straight! All the kids were happy, too. I am so very thankful for my wonderful family. I love you guys so much!

smooch!

s

p.s. i posted 50 pix on Facebook...come find me!

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The BEST History Lesson Ever!

Being from Virginia, Thanksgiving for me is ripe with tradition and full of history. This little history lesson doesn't actually have anything to do with Thanksgiving, it's just flippin' hilarious!



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A Little Holiday Vocabulary For You!

Thanksgiving is only days away and I can already smell the apple pie baking, the cranberry sauce (my SECRET recipe with SECRET and MYSTERIOUS ingredients--SUPER FLIPPIN' YUM) bubbling away on the stove, the rolls rising and browning to a delicate perfection, Todd basting Tom...celery and onion sizzling, ready to be added to moist and flavorful stuffing, the pecan pie cooling on the window sill.... Crap, I just drooled on my keyboard.

Anyway, in honor of our pal Tom, here is a fun word for you. (Be sure to check back tomorrow for the best history lesson you will EVER get. EVER.

EVER!

Okay, here's your word:

snood, noun: 1. A fleshy appendage over the beak of a turkey. 2. A net for holding a woman's hair at the back of her head.

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Nostalgia

I am feeling really nostalgic right now. I got an email via MySpace from an old friend I was stationed with in Japan. And then I saw some pix of other people I used to know. Then that Beatles song started playing in my head..."There are places I remember...some have gone, and some remain...." Ah, the good old days.

And by the way, i quit my job today. it feels weird. good, but weird.


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Twilight, Take 2

I took Allie and Zane to see Twlight again last night. We had good seats; a great view, and I was all set to enjoy my favorite forbidden-love story for the second time.

Then, a group of rowdy, crude, inconsiderate and in-need-of-a-severe-beating 13-year-old boys sat behind us. They snickered and talked loudly during the opening scene. I turned around and asked them if they intended to talk through the entire movie. They said no.

They lied.

Finally, about mid-way or so through, I had to turn around again. I was PISSED. PISSED. One of the squirrely turds had just let loose the "f" bomb and said the most crude thing about Edward (!!!!!!). So, I turned around and, very forcefully, said:

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! DO YOU NEED ME TO HAVE YOU REMOVED? ZIP IT!"

He zipped it.

The little @$$ completely ruined my happy Twilight night. That's okay, though, because the last few minutes of the movie were ruined by a commercial reel that suddenly started playing on top of the movie, so WE ALL GOT FREE TICKETS to come see any movie of our choice. Hehe.

One note I have to make: it was WAY MORE FUN seeing Twlight at midnight with the die-hard fans who swooned, gasped, ooo'ed and aaaah'ed than it was to see it with people who weren't so devoted. When the New Moon rises, I will be there at MIDNIGHT to see it with my sisters who love it as much as I do.

I highly recommend that to you, too.

Smooch!
s

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