Thinking Too Much

I can tell it's going to be a sleepless night. It's back. My good 'ol friend insomnia. It happens when I think too much. (Not drink, THINK) Being brain dead is much easier on the 40 winks. Fuck.

You know what? I don't care that I cuss. I get it out. I guess I'll just have to deal with it. I know it isn't lady-like. I know it isn't eloquent. I suppose it is hypocritical to my faith, but I do it anyway. I don't hide it. It offends some people. It makes others laugh. It makes me sound uneducated, even though I am quite well educated. Anyone keeping tabs on me? I do not use it to hurt people; my heart is not malicious. I don't do it at inappropriate times, I'm not stupid. I use it to express the intense feelings I don't know what to do with. I use it for humor. I use it to keep the phonies away.

Maybe I use it to keep people away. What are you doing here? Why do you read? Who are you?

Are you new? Is this a frequent stop? Tell me. I've got time.

A Year Recap

About a year ago, I wondered where my life would be now. Well, truly, a lot has changed. Most for the good, I guess. Everything is so different, but I'm trying to see it as positive. Like I said earlier, I'm still struggling with a few things, but I'm definitely keeping busy with my new job and little projects I have going on at home. (When I'm not sleeping.) I am also still struggling with my stupid weight. It has become more about health lately than vanity, although I would like to look and feel sexier and stronger. Most of the time I feel like a big oaf, and I hate taking pills. I haven't been able to join the boxing club like I had hoped due to my crazy work schedule, but I do have a video at home. But yes, you would laugh your ass off if you watched me try to do it. I close all the windows and drapes. Sometimes the dogs bark at me. Sometimes I fall. (One con about getting ceramic flooring, LOL.)

Anyway, nothing much else going on. Gotta work now. I'll write later. I'm feeling chatty.

Stuff

It is a nice warm Saturday afternoon. Finally! Here is the comfy 'rocking' patio couch I got as a hand-me-down, nestled among my dying grass. It will be great for sunbathing and watching lightning storms. You know how I love me some storms! I still need to move to a place that has really good ones, but I have to wait until my company builds more plants, which will be in the near future. It is a really good job for me, and I don't want to give up the money and the growth potential! I've heard through the grapevine of plants possibly in Texas, Los Angeles and Atlanta, but just rumors for now. I'm going to be training some of the New Jersey staff soon (can't wait!).

I am also wearing my new earrings I got as a special gift from a very special person. I dig 'em! They're me. Thank you, you know who you are! ;-). The other pic of me was a goof-up mistake, but it's kinda funky and I like it.

My mood has been a little better lately, but I'm still struggling with a few things, that if I think about them too long, I get weepy. BUT I'm keeping myself busy.

All About Work

For people who come into our office fired up, they get a five-minute timeout with my lava lamp.

My coworker and I had a very pretty lunch, and FYI, Iced Thai coffees ROCK.

I have the blahs.

The car right next to mine in the parking garage was broken into and bashed all to hell. Here is the glass. Scary. Thank God it wasn't my car!

View from the executive board room. Pretty.

I'm stressed to the max.

My engine light came on, Maggie has a growing lump on her head, work is nuts and Louie's behavior is out of control. Don't know what to do anymore. Craziness abounds.

Freezing in June

It is late June. I am freezing. I am wearing a coat because I am freezing. It is now in the 80's in California. Life is not fair. At all.

It's all the bad coffee's fault.

I'm cranky this morning. It is rainy and kinda cold. My coffee doesn't taste that good. I'm hungry, but I need to go grocery shopping. I work so many hours during the week that I cannot get errands done, which leaves them for the weekend. My weekend gets shot in the ass with errands and cleaning. Bleh. I need a personal assistant.

Goin' on a trip!

So, guess who is going to New Jersey and New York on a business trip. ME! I have never been beyond the West Coast, things are changing for me. I will be staying on a few extra days to take in the sights. I'm all excited.

Kim - here is a full shot of the shirt. Black dress for Broadway show? Multicolor fun dress for dancing? Need to buy clothes for NY.

Hippie Style

My pretty new hippie shirt with super long sleeves, and my new cool necklace!

Tummy Bruises & Ceramic Flooring

I have a bruise on my stomach. A big one. How does one accomplish that? No one has punched me in the stomach, and I don't remember running into anything. Weirdness.

Well, home again, home again. Back to work as usual and getting caught up on all the things I'm behind in, which is A LOT. I'm trying to decide if I want to recarpet the house or put in some really cool ceramic flooring. I'm thinking ceramic because then I wouldn't have to worry about dog pee, and it would be so much easier (and cheaper) to keep clean. I will need to trip 

less, though. Ouch.

Going Home

I'm leaving on a jet plane. Back home. Back to work tomorrow. Yippee.

Surf City

Huntington Beach rocks!

Beach Hair Futility

Going to Huntington Beach today. I think. Curled my hair his morning but I don't know why, it will frizz into oblivion in 20 minutes in this humidity. It is supposed to drizzle rain today. Joy.

Grandma's Pumps

OK, I lied. But aren't these the CUTEST shoes?

Hangin' Out in OC

The house/pool, my little table by the pool and the tunnel that when I was a little girl, my grandparents used to take me through and honk three times. Memories.

I made my mom and Cathy go see "Drag Me to Hell". LOL! They don't appreciate campy horror quite like I do, although Cathy laughed at all the right moments. If you like the "Evil Dead" series and "Army of Darkness", you'll LOVE this, if not, don't bother cuz you won't get it. ;-)

This is how retarded I am.

I am all oiled up and laying by the pool in overcast 68 degree weather. I am determined. If anyone saw me right now (especially my coworkers) there would be howling laughter. Oh well. I am as nutty as they come. I am also sitting here doing my banking with my glasses on. Super sexy. I can't believe it is 80 degrees at home. This blows.

I've decided to do a 24 hour fast because I have been eating like crap and feel bloated and toxic. Blech. I miss home. How sad am I?

Phallic Plants

Looking at the plants in the back yard, I ran across this. I guess it is excited.

Did I say that out loud? LOL!

Vacation Read

Everyone needs a vacation read! This is mine. Nothing like vampires, shapeshifters, and other fun creatures when you are lounging poolside! Now all I need is a Margarita or something, and my life will be complete.

Actually, I wish the pups were here with me, though. THAT would make my life complete. I miss them so much already, and it's only been a few days. I don't feel much like a CrazyDogMama without them. I guess my dogs are part of my identity now. I really needed this little getaway, though. Jim isn't too happy that he didn't get to come, but honestly, I needed some downtime away from being a wife. Just some peace & quiet so that I can get my head around my life.

This is the last foot pic I swear.

I don't know why I take pics of my feet; feet are icky. I don't like my body, so you get feet, face, hands and the occasional chest shot. I have to be careful with those though, don't want to go porn on you. Hehe. Feet pics are also very easy and convenient. All girls photograph their feet, you need to get over it. Don't my nails look nice in this photo? I thought they looked nice. Better than my feet, anyway.

I'm finally in vacation mode. I've been camped out on patio furniture for several hours now reading and soaking in the overcast sun. (Which means I will probably burn into oblivion.) I am reading the Sookie Stackhouse Novels (True Blood) for fun since the season is starting back up on Sunday. I'm tired of reading "The Stock Market for Dummies" at the moment. LOL.

We're not doing margaritas this trip because my mom is on medication, and I don't care to drink alone. A nice, iced mocha by the pool is good too. Better, even.

Oh yeah, my road stories. First, I got a mosquito bite or something on my foot while I was driving, and I was trying to scratch it with my sandal. I ripped a bunch of skin off. We pulled over and my mom attempted to apply first aid and I swear to God she may as well have poured rubbing alcohol on my open flesh because I went through the roof. I may have said motherfucker a time or two or 40 in very creative sentences parked in front of an AM/PM Mini Mart at 2 am in nowhere California. I don't remember. So that was nice. BTW, I have a really high pain tolerance. (A funny story for another time.)

Second, my mom tried to kill me AGAIN. She is sadistic, that one. We were leaving a friend's house and I accidentally left the back car door slightly ajar, so it started beeping. My mom got out to shut it, then we took off again. She said something about 'checking my door', and I thought she meant open and close my side to make sure it wasn't ajar also. That is not what she meant. As soon as I opened it, she took a sharp left, and I went flying along with door almost diving into the pavement headfirst. I screamed. LOUD. Then we laughed for a half an hour. There is never a dull moment with my mom around, and she is really the most fun on these trips to California. We entertain everyone around us, too. We are like a comedy team, her and I. She's much funnier than me, though, I wish she was more open to having her picture taken and put on the blog. OMG we'd be famous in a split second! Not going to happen, though, so you'll have to settle for me. Sorry.

Swollen

I'm here, but I'm dead tired. I have some pretty funny road trip stories that I'll tell you about tomorrow. Also, once we got here, I almost fell out of the car! Just for extra fun, after an exhausting ride. The last stretch was brutal because we drive straight through without stopping at a hotel. We got in at 8 am, went to breakfast with my Godmother (my mom's best friend) and then got to the house and crashed. Got up at 4 pm, went grocery shopping, and got an iced mocha, which they fucked up. California is definitely no Seattle when it comes to good baristas, although I do really like the smooth coffee at "The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf" franchise that started in California in 1963. It's my go-to coffee joint here. I avoid "Starfucks" if I can. (Yes, that is what I call it, the "f" is intentional. I can't help it anymore.)

My feet and calves are mega-swollen from sitting in one position for 23 hours (pictured for your entertainment), and it is so uncomfortable for about a day before they go back to normal. I stuck them promptly in the pool for some relief. AHHH. I also was injured on the trip (hence the Band-Aid), but I'll tell you about that later. I'm a hot mess. The weather is actually quite pleasant, not too hot. I am currently sitting by the pool listening to the doves coo softly in the backyard above my head (I love the doves!), after gorging myself on Biagio's pizza (another go-to favorite here). California does have its good points! I think I'd rather be here than anywhere else, really. Weird, right? Doesn't everyone hate California now? Not me. I want to live here. Shh, don't tell anyone!