I did pretty much nothing today.
I watched a few episodes of Fringe, The Mentalist and channel flipped. Played Wii Mario Kart. Played some stupid game on my computer. Played the piano. Wandered around the house. I did brush my teeth this morning, and eventually got out of my pajama's.
Nope, no laundry, cleaning or any labor of any kind. I DID take pre-assessment to see if I will pass my next test, but that only took about 10 minutes.
Conclusion? I'm kind of bored and have realized why I don't do this very often.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I'm NOT Old!
So, the other day I was filling out the enrollment packets for the kids for next year. I came to the part where we put how old they will be when school starts.
MG - 10
MB - 6
At that moment, I suddenly felt old.
No, I'm not really old. And, thank great genes, I don't look my age. (I don't always act my age, either.) BUT, still, I am going to have a 10 year old. And my baby boy isn't even close to being a baby anymore.
When I turned 30, it wasn't so bad. It was 31 that got me. That was horrid. I found myself IN my 30's. And nowhere near where I thought I would be. Another birthday is looming, and while I still LOVE birthday's (extraspecially mine!), each one that passes is one less year to get to my dream life.
I can see why women date younger men now. LOL!
MG - 10
MB - 6
At that moment, I suddenly felt old.
No, I'm not really old. And, thank great genes, I don't look my age. (I don't always act my age, either.) BUT, still, I am going to have a 10 year old. And my baby boy isn't even close to being a baby anymore.
When I turned 30, it wasn't so bad. It was 31 that got me. That was horrid. I found myself IN my 30's. And nowhere near where I thought I would be. Another birthday is looming, and while I still LOVE birthday's (extraspecially mine!), each one that passes is one less year to get to my dream life.
I can see why women date younger men now. LOL!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Who Am I?
Of course, The Who song is now going through my head. But, I digress before I even start.
I had a long conversation with one of my favorite people tonight. And what it boiled down to is that, while I know who I am, I don't know who I am.
What?
I dream big, big dreams. Lots of them. But I haven't been able to figure out how that translates into real life. So, I have this gut-and-soul feeling that I'm meant for something big. What is it? And how do I get there? I can't even describe what I mean without sounding shallow and self-seeking, which is NOT me. (I may not totally know who I am, but I do know what I'm not!)
I know, I know. EVERYone says that they could do whatever and they could be big. What's so special about me?
Maybe nothing. EXCEPT that, unlike most people, I choose to figure out a way to make my dreams reality. I don't know exactly what that means. How can I when I'm not even sure what the reality would be? But, I refuse to sit back and let life pass me by without even trying to figure it out.
The one of my favorite people told me that some people dream big but never do anything about it, and some people aren't dreamers but can do lots of thing. I want to be in the middle - the person that dreams and does.
Who Am I?
I had a long conversation with one of my favorite people tonight. And what it boiled down to is that, while I know who I am, I don't know who I am.
What?
I dream big, big dreams. Lots of them. But I haven't been able to figure out how that translates into real life. So, I have this gut-and-soul feeling that I'm meant for something big. What is it? And how do I get there? I can't even describe what I mean without sounding shallow and self-seeking, which is NOT me. (I may not totally know who I am, but I do know what I'm not!)
I know, I know. EVERYone says that they could do whatever and they could be big. What's so special about me?
Maybe nothing. EXCEPT that, unlike most people, I choose to figure out a way to make my dreams reality. I don't know exactly what that means. How can I when I'm not even sure what the reality would be? But, I refuse to sit back and let life pass me by without even trying to figure it out.
The one of my favorite people told me that some people dream big but never do anything about it, and some people aren't dreamers but can do lots of thing. I want to be in the middle - the person that dreams and does.
Who Am I?
Monday, April 26, 2010
FV Going Home
Let me tell you about the trip home.
And the stupid driving from Texans.
And on the Interstate north of Waco, not in any town, surrounded by lots of grassy-like stuff and the occasional run-down trailer with yards full of stuff,
Parking lot.
Oh, yes, parking lot. We sat there on the interstate on a Sunday afternoon and went about 2-3 miles in an hour or so.
My son lost his mind. My sister lost use of her phalanges. It was great.
And the stupid driving from Texans.
And on the Interstate north of Waco, not in any town, surrounded by lots of grassy-like stuff and the occasional run-down trailer with yards full of stuff,
Parking lot.
Oh, yes, parking lot. We sat there on the interstate on a Sunday afternoon and went about 2-3 miles in an hour or so.
My son lost his mind. My sister lost use of her phalanges. It was great.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
FV Day 3
Day 3 was great! We visited the Natural Bridge Caverns, and, wow. If you are ever in San Antonio, you HAVE to go! We ended up 180' under ground in the most spectacular caverns full of awesome formations of all shapes and sizes. It was absolutely awesome.
Then we went to the Alamo. A tiny little building in the middle of town. MG was excited because they were just learning about it in school.
Then we walked to the Riverwalk. It was crowded but really cool. We had dinch at Joe's Crabshack and sat watching the boats go by. We wandered down the walk and tried to take a boatride, but they were booked solid and we would have had to wait almost 2 hours. So, we wandered back and ate ice cream instead.
I have two very tired kids. MB looks completely wiped! They are both laying quietly watching a movie now. Tomorrow morning we head home. It was a fun trip and it was so great to share it with my family!
Then we went to the Alamo. A tiny little building in the middle of town. MG was excited because they were just learning about it in school.
Then we walked to the Riverwalk. It was crowded but really cool. We had dinch at Joe's Crabshack and sat watching the boats go by. We wandered down the walk and tried to take a boatride, but they were booked solid and we would have had to wait almost 2 hours. So, we wandered back and ate ice cream instead.
I have two very tired kids. MB looks completely wiped! They are both laying quietly watching a movie now. Tomorrow morning we head home. It was a fun trip and it was so great to share it with my family!
Friday, April 23, 2010
FV Days 1 & 2
Ok, so quick recap of day 1.
Wake up, finish laundry, pack (yes, all packing - procrastination much?), drive. And drive. And drive. (I made one of my best purchases - car dvd players. The noise level was almost non-existent from the back seat!) The hotel was nice. We had a little 2 bed/2 bath condo with a full kitchen. Ate dinner in, went to sleep. Blah.
DAY 2 - SEAWORLD!!
Guess what time MB woke up? That's right, 6:00. He stayed pretty quiet until 6:30. Then was still sort of quiet until 7:00 when MG woke up. That was it.
Breakfast in. (Kitchens are awesome! Way cheaper). Then, a full, full day.
First was the sea lion show. The kids thought it was ok - they really liked the little otter. We also saw the Shamu show, "Believe." A little dissappointed. Not a whole lot of whale action. They tried WAY to hard to make it this super inspirational show about becoming one with nature. Yes, nature will become one with you - after it eats you. Then we saw their new show, Azul, at the end of the day. That one was really cool. They had divers, synchronized swimmer, acrobats, beluga wales, dolphins and birds. The kids enjoyed it immensly!
I hit the roller coasters with my dad. The Steel Eel was HUGE and up and down (repeat 8000 times). Not so much into that one. Then the Great White - one of those inverted ones that twists you around. That was fun and we did it twice. MG, of all people, went on a water ride with Bapa. I was really surprised she did it cuz of the big drop. She was quite freaked out. They, along with Deda and MB, went on the log ride and the rapids.
We saw alligators and turtles. There were at least 20 alligators, all laying like logs in the sun. The kids and I fed the dolphins! That was cool. We saw about 10 species of sharks, some stingrays and the tiniest and most brightly colored and super poisonous frogs! And some cool little moon jellyfish. And penguins. And birds in random cages around the park. And the largest clam ever. That thing was HUGE.
The kids were soaked from the rides, tired feet and sweaty, sweaty! They got some little stuffed shamu's, and we left when it closed. I'm hoping it will be at least 7:30 before the shamu saga's begin in the morning!
Wake up, finish laundry, pack (yes, all packing - procrastination much?), drive. And drive. And drive. (I made one of my best purchases - car dvd players. The noise level was almost non-existent from the back seat!) The hotel was nice. We had a little 2 bed/2 bath condo with a full kitchen. Ate dinner in, went to sleep. Blah.
DAY 2 - SEAWORLD!!
Guess what time MB woke up? That's right, 6:00. He stayed pretty quiet until 6:30. Then was still sort of quiet until 7:00 when MG woke up. That was it.
Breakfast in. (Kitchens are awesome! Way cheaper). Then, a full, full day.
First was the sea lion show. The kids thought it was ok - they really liked the little otter. We also saw the Shamu show, "Believe." A little dissappointed. Not a whole lot of whale action. They tried WAY to hard to make it this super inspirational show about becoming one with nature. Yes, nature will become one with you - after it eats you. Then we saw their new show, Azul, at the end of the day. That one was really cool. They had divers, synchronized swimmer, acrobats, beluga wales, dolphins and birds. The kids enjoyed it immensly!
I hit the roller coasters with my dad. The Steel Eel was HUGE and up and down (repeat 8000 times). Not so much into that one. Then the Great White - one of those inverted ones that twists you around. That was fun and we did it twice. MG, of all people, went on a water ride with Bapa. I was really surprised she did it cuz of the big drop. She was quite freaked out. They, along with Deda and MB, went on the log ride and the rapids.
We saw alligators and turtles. There were at least 20 alligators, all laying like logs in the sun. The kids and I fed the dolphins! That was cool. We saw about 10 species of sharks, some stingrays and the tiniest and most brightly colored and super poisonous frogs! And some cool little moon jellyfish. And penguins. And birds in random cages around the park. And the largest clam ever. That thing was HUGE.
The kids were soaked from the rides, tired feet and sweaty, sweaty! They got some little stuffed shamu's, and we left when it closed. I'm hoping it will be at least 7:30 before the shamu saga's begin in the morning!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Where Were You?
Yes, Yes. I realize it's been quite a while since I've blogged. Can we say busy? (Now I have the Veggie Tales song running through my head - nice.)
So, just got back from Vegas, and I will now regale you with stories:
Elevator Story 1: Group of probably 40-something guys pile into the elevator. A and I are, at this point, in full laugh-at-stupid-people mode, and sort of squashed in the back corner so as not to accidentely touch said drunkards. The last guy gets on the elevator as he is in the story-telling mode. AND, he does not stop telling his story even though he sees us - two much classier and unknown-to-him women. The story goes something like this:
"So, we're in LA and we meet some guy and we're thinking it would be funny to mess with him, so we make him think we're all pounding down vodka when we're really just drinking water, and getting him totally wasted on tequila. Then we all get in the limo and then we dress the guy in a diaper and throw him out at LAX and leave him."
A and I glanced at each other and I had to then look at the floor as the same thought of, "Wow, classy", pops into our heads. Then he proceeds to say us, LOUDLY, as if we are deaf, "I bet you have friends like us! HAHA!" Classy AND witty.
Um, ya.
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Elevator Story 2: A and I are getting onto an (astonishingly already open) elevator, and a much older guy is already on there and has pushed the button to floor 34. (Yes, important.) He was dressed very touristy - khaki shorts, ugly shirt, HUGE backpack, beer, terrible feet in flipflops. Asks what floor so he can be nice and push the button. We are on 36. He has already pushed 34. Do the math, please, then come back. Got it? After several seconds of him not being able to find the button, and several seconds after we realize he's 'slightly' inebriated, I reach over and push it and say, very nicely (ha), "I've got it."
Now, of course, we are using all will-power we can possibly muster to not burst into laughter. So, as we had just bought some gifts for people, I yank open my bag and practically stick my face in it and declare, loudly, "Do you think so-and-so will like this?" A answers, just as loud, "Yes, it's really cute." After what seems like an eternity, the elevator finally reaches floor 34 and the guy gets off. Oh, but we're not done.
THEN, he proceeds to walk in about 2.5 circles as he tries to figure out which way to go. The best part is that going right would have ran him into a wall. I guess he really had to weigh the options, "Hmm, let's see. Walk down the hall, or run directly into a very solid wall. Man, this is hard." I don't know, maybe the mirror hanging on the wall confused him. Of course, the elevator doors stay open for WAY too long, and just as we could no longer contain ourselves and started laughing hysterically, the doors shut. We both barely made it to the bathroom after that.
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REALLY, REALLY Inebriated Person Story: I was really lucky to get to go to dinner with some wonderful friends that I hadn't seen in ages. As we stood outside waiting for our table, it was like the whole sidewalk stopped. Before I continue, please note that it is only about 7:15 and still very light outside.
Ok, so there is a commotion and out comes four people from somewhere. One of them, even with the help of her THREE friends, can not walk. Can not hardly be dragged down the sidewalk. We commented that, wow, the moon isn't even out yet. Then, as we all watched and snickered, J commented that, nope, the moons rising now. Yes, uber-drunk chick was having some wardrobe malfunctions. She sort of fixed her shirt and pants, they dragged her a little farther, she fell, they hauled her up, and so on. I think every person on the strip hoped she would just pass out. I'm sorry, but if you get that bad that early, you sort of deserve some laughter going your way. Immediately following is
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REALLY Inebriated People Story 2: Still standing outside waiting. PF Chang's in Planet Hollywood is REALLY busy, just in case you need to know. So, like I said, still waiting. And the door opens and two older but trying to be sort-of-young-still ladies come roaring out of the restaurant. Maybe one ran into the door or something, but we all just glanced and chuckled, and somehow, something we did (not) do prompted them to trip over and start talking, LOUDLY, to us. I looked over at M and she was making the most wonderful "I'm trying not to laugh" face, so I had to just, once again, put my head down. One of the ladies got right in between A and I and bathed A's arm in spittle. (I carry sanitizing wipes. See how handy they are?) We must have been rousing conversationalist because they talked for several minutes. The only thing is, our side of the conversation consisted of, well, nothing. Just a few eyebrow-raised "nods."
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There you have it. I hope you enjoyed! :)
So, just got back from Vegas, and I will now regale you with stories:
Elevator Story 1: Group of probably 40-something guys pile into the elevator. A and I are, at this point, in full laugh-at-stupid-people mode, and sort of squashed in the back corner so as not to accidentely touch said drunkards. The last guy gets on the elevator as he is in the story-telling mode. AND, he does not stop telling his story even though he sees us - two much classier and unknown-to-him women. The story goes something like this:
"So, we're in LA and we meet some guy and we're thinking it would be funny to mess with him, so we make him think we're all pounding down vodka when we're really just drinking water, and getting him totally wasted on tequila. Then we all get in the limo and then we dress the guy in a diaper and throw him out at LAX and leave him."
A and I glanced at each other and I had to then look at the floor as the same thought of, "Wow, classy", pops into our heads. Then he proceeds to say us, LOUDLY, as if we are deaf, "I bet you have friends like us! HAHA!" Classy AND witty.
Um, ya.
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Elevator Story 2: A and I are getting onto an (astonishingly already open) elevator, and a much older guy is already on there and has pushed the button to floor 34. (Yes, important.) He was dressed very touristy - khaki shorts, ugly shirt, HUGE backpack, beer, terrible feet in flipflops. Asks what floor so he can be nice and push the button. We are on 36. He has already pushed 34. Do the math, please, then come back. Got it? After several seconds of him not being able to find the button, and several seconds after we realize he's 'slightly' inebriated, I reach over and push it and say, very nicely (ha), "I've got it."
Now, of course, we are using all will-power we can possibly muster to not burst into laughter. So, as we had just bought some gifts for people, I yank open my bag and practically stick my face in it and declare, loudly, "Do you think so-and-so will like this?" A answers, just as loud, "Yes, it's really cute." After what seems like an eternity, the elevator finally reaches floor 34 and the guy gets off. Oh, but we're not done.
THEN, he proceeds to walk in about 2.5 circles as he tries to figure out which way to go. The best part is that going right would have ran him into a wall. I guess he really had to weigh the options, "Hmm, let's see. Walk down the hall, or run directly into a very solid wall. Man, this is hard." I don't know, maybe the mirror hanging on the wall confused him. Of course, the elevator doors stay open for WAY too long, and just as we could no longer contain ourselves and started laughing hysterically, the doors shut. We both barely made it to the bathroom after that.
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REALLY, REALLY Inebriated Person Story: I was really lucky to get to go to dinner with some wonderful friends that I hadn't seen in ages. As we stood outside waiting for our table, it was like the whole sidewalk stopped. Before I continue, please note that it is only about 7:15 and still very light outside.
Ok, so there is a commotion and out comes four people from somewhere. One of them, even with the help of her THREE friends, can not walk. Can not hardly be dragged down the sidewalk. We commented that, wow, the moon isn't even out yet. Then, as we all watched and snickered, J commented that, nope, the moons rising now. Yes, uber-drunk chick was having some wardrobe malfunctions. She sort of fixed her shirt and pants, they dragged her a little farther, she fell, they hauled her up, and so on. I think every person on the strip hoped she would just pass out. I'm sorry, but if you get that bad that early, you sort of deserve some laughter going your way. Immediately following is
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REALLY Inebriated People Story 2: Still standing outside waiting. PF Chang's in Planet Hollywood is REALLY busy, just in case you need to know. So, like I said, still waiting. And the door opens and two older but trying to be sort-of-young-still ladies come roaring out of the restaurant. Maybe one ran into the door or something, but we all just glanced and chuckled, and somehow, something we did (not) do prompted them to trip over and start talking, LOUDLY, to us. I looked over at M and she was making the most wonderful "I'm trying not to laugh" face, so I had to just, once again, put my head down. One of the ladies got right in between A and I and bathed A's arm in spittle. (I carry sanitizing wipes. See how handy they are?) We must have been rousing conversationalist because they talked for several minutes. The only thing is, our side of the conversation consisted of, well, nothing. Just a few eyebrow-raised "nods."
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There you have it. I hope you enjoyed! :)
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