Today was my weigh in day at Weight Watchers. I lost -0.4 pounds. Well, normally this would make me cry, but I did go to Minnesota and not eat very well. I decided I didn't really have to diet while I was there. Always a big mistake for me. Oh well, all I can do is stay focused on my goals. I have set a few short term goals for myself.
Loss of 20 pounds- New Outfit
Loss of 50 pounds- New iPod
Goal- Belly dancing Lessons
That's all I have so far. I think that when I hit goal I should get to go to Europe and forget about the belly dancing lessons! HA!
I want to lose a total of 80 pounds, so I have a ways to go. However, if I don't stay focused, it is going to take me a lot longer than it has to.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
What do ya think?
I want this to be my new tattoo. The purse itself is like $545.00, so I figured, why not tattoo that rad ass design right on my arm!
It's dope, you know it!
Monday, September 25, 2006
That's so Heather!
My kids watch a show on the Disney channel called "That's so Raven!" Well, in the show Raven has visions of what is going to happen. She usually always gets them screwed up, either what actually happens, or trying to fix it.
Well, I had a vision. I had a vision that I would take Zane to Minnesota and he would be thrilled with the thought of going on an airplane that he would just sit there and be good. Well, I forgot he is actually a two year old, so of course my 'vision' was not quite right. To his credit, I had many passengers comment on what a well behaved child he is and that he did awesome. But anytime he acted excited about something, or wanted to get out of seat, I jumped into action and pulled another trick out of my bag. It ranged from coloring books and stories to a DVD player loaded with a DORA the Explorer movie. Needless to say I was on top of it about every fifteen minutes! Well, I also thought I would get there and he would be the same well behaved child he always is. Well, again, wrong vision! The first day was horrible, I have never seen him act so badly. He was having quite a few 'freak outs' and he even scratched my face in a fit of anger. All I could think to myself was "What did you get yourself into?" This did not last too long, but it was rather difficult to do on my own, especially when I am not use to him acting that way. Overall he did great. He really is an awesome kid who I am not giving enough credit to, but he did have some moments that just sent me into panic mode, especially when you are trying to experience a special time in your cousins life like her first baby.
Let's just say I need to put a little reality into my visions next time. And I am exhausted, I don't know what I would do if he were a bad little monkey all the time!
But all that aside, I have been home from Minnesota for 1 1/2 hours, and I already miss it. It honestly feels like home to me, more like home than Utah feels to me at times. I never have a hard time coming home from vacation, but for some reason I always get a little depressed coming home from there. I can't wait to move there one day, I honestly feel it will happen because it feels like it would be the right thing to do for my family.
Ahhhh, I need to buy a god damn lottery ticket so I can make it happen, fo' sho'!
Well, I had a vision. I had a vision that I would take Zane to Minnesota and he would be thrilled with the thought of going on an airplane that he would just sit there and be good. Well, I forgot he is actually a two year old, so of course my 'vision' was not quite right. To his credit, I had many passengers comment on what a well behaved child he is and that he did awesome. But anytime he acted excited about something, or wanted to get out of seat, I jumped into action and pulled another trick out of my bag. It ranged from coloring books and stories to a DVD player loaded with a DORA the Explorer movie. Needless to say I was on top of it about every fifteen minutes! Well, I also thought I would get there and he would be the same well behaved child he always is. Well, again, wrong vision! The first day was horrible, I have never seen him act so badly. He was having quite a few 'freak outs' and he even scratched my face in a fit of anger. All I could think to myself was "What did you get yourself into?" This did not last too long, but it was rather difficult to do on my own, especially when I am not use to him acting that way. Overall he did great. He really is an awesome kid who I am not giving enough credit to, but he did have some moments that just sent me into panic mode, especially when you are trying to experience a special time in your cousins life like her first baby.
Let's just say I need to put a little reality into my visions next time. And I am exhausted, I don't know what I would do if he were a bad little monkey all the time!
But all that aside, I have been home from Minnesota for 1 1/2 hours, and I already miss it. It honestly feels like home to me, more like home than Utah feels to me at times. I never have a hard time coming home from vacation, but for some reason I always get a little depressed coming home from there. I can't wait to move there one day, I honestly feel it will happen because it feels like it would be the right thing to do for my family.
Ahhhh, I need to buy a god damn lottery ticket so I can make it happen, fo' sho'!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Ode to Gabe
I don't know what I ever did in life to deserve Gabriel. To be able to spend my life with him is such an amazing honor, I can only hope he will not realize what he got himself into and run for the hills.
I was never able to trust anyone before I met Gabe. I was never able let myself fully receive love from anyone. Even once we met, it took years for me to come around and accept all the wonderful things he was trying so hard to give me. I want to thank him for his patience and his willingness to stick it out, even when things may not have always been perfect.
I am not an easy person to love. "I don't believe it" you say? Well, let me just give you a few examples of the crap I put my darling 'better half' through on a daily basis-
First off we will start with my lack for forethought in anything. Example: I almost always forget to get a towel when I go to take a shower. Once I am in there he usually always opens the door and says, "Here is your towel, I figured you forgot" He could very well teach me a lesson and not bring me the towel I haven't even had to ask for yet, but he chooses to be an awesome person and take care of me.
There is the constant forgetfulness which can range from losing keys and cell phones to various other items of importance like losing debit cards and not remembering to feed the dog. Ahhhhh, Gabe is a lucky man you say? I haven't even gotten started.
Ordering food at pretty much any eating establishment will definitely earn me at least one eye roll. The pickiness of having things a certain way would have sent most guys running a long time ago.
Never having my cell phone charged and almost always having the gas light on in my car when he jumps in it to run an errand, all things that, as my family puts it 'Makes Gabe a Saint!' Very annoying, I admit, but very typical of me!
The punches I give him when I say something stupid, because somehow I have to punish him for it. Watching a football game when our teams are playing each other is horrible. He stays the better man by being solemn while I choose to taunt and trash his team.
While I give him all this grief and dismay, he gives me the simple sweet pleasures in life that make me feel lucky to have him.
When I can't sleep, or I am cold, he goes and warms a blankie up in the dryer and lays it over me.
After whining about my headache, he will get me some Excederine because I have not yet done it myself.
He tells me I look pretty when I feel horrible.
He calms me down when I am having a famous 'freak out' about something.
He sets my alarm clock for me because for some reason I refuse to learn how to, although secretly I could figure it out if I cared to.
But most of all, after 14 1/2 years together, he still gives me butterflies in my stomach. You know, the kind you get when you are first in love with someone? I still get them, in fact I am getting them right now just thinking of him.
I am a lucky gal, what can I say? Besides being the amazing man listed above, he is absolutely gorgeous! How did I get so lucky to have the entire package? He is just a well rounded, well hung individual who got trapped by the three ring circus.... You know, Hook (Addie), Line (Noah) and Sinker (Zane).
Happy Anniversary Baby! I am so sad we won't be together to celebrate it, but I promise when I get home we will have a lot of making up to do! :o)
I was never able to trust anyone before I met Gabe. I was never able let myself fully receive love from anyone. Even once we met, it took years for me to come around and accept all the wonderful things he was trying so hard to give me. I want to thank him for his patience and his willingness to stick it out, even when things may not have always been perfect.
I am not an easy person to love. "I don't believe it" you say? Well, let me just give you a few examples of the crap I put my darling 'better half' through on a daily basis-
First off we will start with my lack for forethought in anything. Example: I almost always forget to get a towel when I go to take a shower. Once I am in there he usually always opens the door and says, "Here is your towel, I figured you forgot" He could very well teach me a lesson and not bring me the towel I haven't even had to ask for yet, but he chooses to be an awesome person and take care of me.
There is the constant forgetfulness which can range from losing keys and cell phones to various other items of importance like losing debit cards and not remembering to feed the dog. Ahhhhh, Gabe is a lucky man you say? I haven't even gotten started.
Ordering food at pretty much any eating establishment will definitely earn me at least one eye roll. The pickiness of having things a certain way would have sent most guys running a long time ago.
Never having my cell phone charged and almost always having the gas light on in my car when he jumps in it to run an errand, all things that, as my family puts it 'Makes Gabe a Saint!' Very annoying, I admit, but very typical of me!
The punches I give him when I say something stupid, because somehow I have to punish him for it. Watching a football game when our teams are playing each other is horrible. He stays the better man by being solemn while I choose to taunt and trash his team.
While I give him all this grief and dismay, he gives me the simple sweet pleasures in life that make me feel lucky to have him.
When I can't sleep, or I am cold, he goes and warms a blankie up in the dryer and lays it over me.
After whining about my headache, he will get me some Excederine because I have not yet done it myself.
He tells me I look pretty when I feel horrible.
He calms me down when I am having a famous 'freak out' about something.
He sets my alarm clock for me because for some reason I refuse to learn how to, although secretly I could figure it out if I cared to.
But most of all, after 14 1/2 years together, he still gives me butterflies in my stomach. You know, the kind you get when you are first in love with someone? I still get them, in fact I am getting them right now just thinking of him.
I am a lucky gal, what can I say? Besides being the amazing man listed above, he is absolutely gorgeous! How did I get so lucky to have the entire package? He is just a well rounded, well hung individual who got trapped by the three ring circus.... You know, Hook (Addie), Line (Noah) and Sinker (Zane).
Happy Anniversary Baby! I am so sad we won't be together to celebrate it, but I promise when I get home we will have a lot of making up to do! :o)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Avast!
Today be 'National Talk Like a Pirate Day'
Smartly, me lass and get to talkin' like one.
Arrr!
Top Ten Pickup lines for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day
10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?
8. Come on up and see me urchins.
7. Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.
6. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.
5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?
4. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?
3. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.
2. Well blow me down?
And the number one pickup line for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day is …
1. Prepare to be boarded.
Monday, September 18, 2006
The 'weight' is over....
I have done it, I have joined Weight Watchers. The first time I joined I did awesome, I lost 67 pounds. Then I let stress get to me and went back and forth for several years. I tried South Beach, Atkins and others, but I always felt limited. I just plain realized how much I loved Weight Watchers, so here I am. I am starting my second week right now and I am very excited.
I am worried about going on vacation however. Minnesota-here I come!! I will just consider it a challenge to prove to myself that I can even lose weight while on vacation. It may be a first for me!
I have gained a total of 36 pounds from when we began building this stinking house. I need to break the emotional eating cycle.
Week 1: -4.8 lbs
Total Weight loss: -4.8 lbs
I am worried about going on vacation however. Minnesota-here I come!! I will just consider it a challenge to prove to myself that I can even lose weight while on vacation. It may be a first for me!
I have gained a total of 36 pounds from when we began building this stinking house. I need to break the emotional eating cycle.
Week 1: -4.8 lbs
Total Weight loss: -4.8 lbs
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Noah the "AMAZING"
I need to write about Noah.
Ever since we found out he had a serious heart condition when I was 7 months pregnant with him, I feel in a sense I have been walking on eggshells. There are so many heart conditions a child can have at birth, ranging from completely mild that only need monitoring, to extremely severe which have no hope. Well, we had hope, we were among the lucky ones that surgery could help correct Noah's special heart. It has not been an easy road, it has been filled with more bumps and turns than I care to remember, but every single one has brought us to the moment we are at right now.
Right now I can only reflect at how amazing he is. We have always been told by doctors that he is amazing, he has done better than most children do with the same problems. When he had his first open heart surgery at 10 months old, he was home from the hospital in 1 1/2 days. I am not exaggerating, it is a fact. He should have been there closer to 10-14 days, but he did so well that he was home in no time. When he was born, he weighed an amazing 9 lbs 12 oz. The average child with his heart condition weighs around 3 lbs. He got to come home after only 3 days in the NICU after being born because he was doing so well. We were told he would need surgery within the first few days of him being born, but he made it to 6 weeks before he went into heart failure. That was an extremely rocky road, but they told us the bigger he gets, the better his chances are. If they could get him to 12 lbs., it would cut his risks in half. Well, the day before surgery when he was taken by ambulance to Primary Children's Medical Center we weighed in at exactly 12 lbs. I am filled with so many incredible stories about how amazing he is, I could go on all day.
Today we went to the cardiologist for his annual appointment. I seriously get sick to my stomach thinking these appointments. Not that anything seems wrong with him, the 'what if's' just occupy my mind and I can't get rid of them until it is over with. Well, not only is Noah doing good, he is doing better than can be expected, and they could not possibly ask for a better result. I could not help but cry when I heard this. I know he is amazing, everyone who meets him knows he is amazing, his doctors know he is amazing, I just want the whole world to know how amazing he is. I know that as he grows older, he is going to be a strong man with the world at his fingertips. He has already accomplished more to survive than anyone I know, and he is only 7 years old. The world can only expect wonderful things to come from Noah, he is truly a MIRACLE. All parents think of their children as miracles, I have three who are equally wonderful, but to truly do what this child has done is nothing less than a complete miracle.
With that in mind, I have been fighting an inner battle with myself with why I am not involved more with his cause. I donate money to the American Heart Association and to Primary Children's Medical Center, but other than that I don't do anything. I don't go on Heart Walks, I don't get involved in the community of groups related to this cause. I honestly think the reason why is I felt if I had to belong to support groups, or put him out there as the child with a heart problem, then it meant we were fighting for his life. I know we are, but I always thought it meant there was no hope. I am a screwed up person in my thinking, and this only proves that. But no more, I am going to participate more and become involved in a cause that IS close to our hearts. If anything it will give me more of a reason to show off my miracle Noah. Maybe he can give others hope.
Ever since we found out he had a serious heart condition when I was 7 months pregnant with him, I feel in a sense I have been walking on eggshells. There are so many heart conditions a child can have at birth, ranging from completely mild that only need monitoring, to extremely severe which have no hope. Well, we had hope, we were among the lucky ones that surgery could help correct Noah's special heart. It has not been an easy road, it has been filled with more bumps and turns than I care to remember, but every single one has brought us to the moment we are at right now.
Right now I can only reflect at how amazing he is. We have always been told by doctors that he is amazing, he has done better than most children do with the same problems. When he had his first open heart surgery at 10 months old, he was home from the hospital in 1 1/2 days. I am not exaggerating, it is a fact. He should have been there closer to 10-14 days, but he did so well that he was home in no time. When he was born, he weighed an amazing 9 lbs 12 oz. The average child with his heart condition weighs around 3 lbs. He got to come home after only 3 days in the NICU after being born because he was doing so well. We were told he would need surgery within the first few days of him being born, but he made it to 6 weeks before he went into heart failure. That was an extremely rocky road, but they told us the bigger he gets, the better his chances are. If they could get him to 12 lbs., it would cut his risks in half. Well, the day before surgery when he was taken by ambulance to Primary Children's Medical Center we weighed in at exactly 12 lbs. I am filled with so many incredible stories about how amazing he is, I could go on all day.
Today we went to the cardiologist for his annual appointment. I seriously get sick to my stomach thinking these appointments. Not that anything seems wrong with him, the 'what if's' just occupy my mind and I can't get rid of them until it is over with. Well, not only is Noah doing good, he is doing better than can be expected, and they could not possibly ask for a better result. I could not help but cry when I heard this. I know he is amazing, everyone who meets him knows he is amazing, his doctors know he is amazing, I just want the whole world to know how amazing he is. I know that as he grows older, he is going to be a strong man with the world at his fingertips. He has already accomplished more to survive than anyone I know, and he is only 7 years old. The world can only expect wonderful things to come from Noah, he is truly a MIRACLE. All parents think of their children as miracles, I have three who are equally wonderful, but to truly do what this child has done is nothing less than a complete miracle.
With that in mind, I have been fighting an inner battle with myself with why I am not involved more with his cause. I donate money to the American Heart Association and to Primary Children's Medical Center, but other than that I don't do anything. I don't go on Heart Walks, I don't get involved in the community of groups related to this cause. I honestly think the reason why is I felt if I had to belong to support groups, or put him out there as the child with a heart problem, then it meant we were fighting for his life. I know we are, but I always thought it meant there was no hope. I am a screwed up person in my thinking, and this only proves that. But no more, I am going to participate more and become involved in a cause that IS close to our hearts. If anything it will give me more of a reason to show off my miracle Noah. Maybe he can give others hope.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Fam 'Damn" ly Reunion
Why do you go to a Family Reunion??
Free Meal (actually two)
Bounce House for the kids
Blow up Slide, also for the kids
Horses to feed
Going in circles in the paddle boat around the pond, until the two blondes navigating the ship read the instructions
Outhouses, they were actually clean and worth mentioning
Watching your two year old get totally filthy, but love every minute of it
Catch bugs for a Science project
Sneak away with Aunt Deb for a little dip into her flask while trying to bartend in the back of a Toyota Prius (Aunt Deb Rocks!!)
Watching a whole pig and lamb get smoked and see their charred heads in a foil container afterwards
Discovering rich people are just like us, only they own entire mountains and airplanes
Getting buried in the sand in the volleyball court
Turning a nice new pair of white socks black beyond recognition
But most of all...... (drum roll please....)
You do it to see how happy it actually makes your Mom, Uncle and Aunt :o)
Free Meal (actually two)
Bounce House for the kids
Blow up Slide, also for the kids
Horses to feed
Going in circles in the paddle boat around the pond, until the two blondes navigating the ship read the instructions
Outhouses, they were actually clean and worth mentioning
Watching your two year old get totally filthy, but love every minute of it
Catch bugs for a Science project
Sneak away with Aunt Deb for a little dip into her flask while trying to bartend in the back of a Toyota Prius (Aunt Deb Rocks!!)
Watching a whole pig and lamb get smoked and see their charred heads in a foil container afterwards
Discovering rich people are just like us, only they own entire mountains and airplanes
Getting buried in the sand in the volleyball court
Turning a nice new pair of white socks black beyond recognition
But most of all...... (drum roll please....)
You do it to see how happy it actually makes your Mom, Uncle and Aunt :o)
Monday, September 04, 2006
A little confused.. A little disgusted..
Who came up with the idea to make a 'Dog Trainer Barbie' that allows you to feed a dog, then the dog craps, and you clean it up?? What is the message here people?? Responsible pet ownership, or that it okay to play with feces?
I don't get it!
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Cardiac Arrest
Have you ever smelled a Heart Attack?
Well, this is it-
A Bacon, Egg, Cheese and Potato Breakfast Burrito from Betos.
I need to add this to my 86 list, but some how the sweet smell of bacon, and the promise of the best 'Drunk Food' you can ever get your hands on keeps me coming back for more!!
Proppa!!
Well, this is it-
A Bacon, Egg, Cheese and Potato Breakfast Burrito from Betos.
I need to add this to my 86 list, but some how the sweet smell of bacon, and the promise of the best 'Drunk Food' you can ever get your hands on keeps me coming back for more!!
Proppa!!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wood in the Hole!!
Wood in the hole!!
Yeah baby, I have wood in my hole!! (Get your mind out of the gutter, I am referring to my house-you sick bastard!)
Yeah baby, I have wood in my hole!! (Get your mind out of the gutter, I am referring to my house-you sick bastard!)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
But I wanted to be the next polygamist wife!!
Did you hear they arrested Warren Jeffs, the leader of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ (you know, the Mormons) Okay, the F.L.D.S. is not recognized by the current more popular L.D.S. church. He was on the F.B.I's Ten Most Wanted list and he is just about the dreamiest thing I have ever set eyes on!! Don't deny it ladies, you know how sexy a bad boy is.
But none the less, my dreams have been shattered! I will not be able to be the 41st wife of this church leader, I will not be able to have his children until my uterus can provide life no more, and I sure as hell will not be able to secure my place in heaven since I believe it was my only chance to belong to the 'true' church!
DANG!!
Just in case you need to read the article to know what I am talking about!!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14569632/
But none the less, my dreams have been shattered! I will not be able to be the 41st wife of this church leader, I will not be able to have his children until my uterus can provide life no more, and I sure as hell will not be able to secure my place in heaven since I believe it was my only chance to belong to the 'true' church!
DANG!!
Just in case you need to read the article to know what I am talking about!!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14569632/
Monday, August 28, 2006
The kids are back in school...at least two of them!
I have bittersweet feelings about the first day of school. It means I have to accept the fact that I now have an 8th grader (Did you read that? An 8th grader!! How did that happen? Oh yeah, I remember....um....nevermind!) And I also have to drop my little boy off to a big kid classroom. Hell, second grade is serious shit!! No more smiley faces and rainbows decorating the walls. It is all about chapter books, math graphs and dead presidents gracing the room. Definitely more serious! I remember my second grade teacher, I HATED her!! I knew she was a mean ol' witch before I even knew what it was. Just thinking about Mrs. Brimhall makes me feel a little creeped out. Yeah, it really was that bad. You would seriously risk getting a bladder infection before asking her for a hall pass....seriously!
This is also the first year I didn't get to take the kids 'first day of school' pictures on my front porch. It sounds like a silly thing to get all bummed out about, but it's true, I miss the same backdrop they have had since the very first day of this all too important occasion. I only hope the new house will hold up to the standards that has been set by the old place. I have a feeling it will be awesome, but for some reason, just not the same.
I have bittersweet feelings about the first day of school. It means I have to accept the fact that I now have an 8th grader (Did you read that? An 8th grader!! How did that happen? Oh yeah, I remember....um....nevermind!) And I also have to drop my little boy off to a big kid classroom. Hell, second grade is serious shit!! No more smiley faces and rainbows decorating the walls. It is all about chapter books, math graphs and dead presidents gracing the room. Definitely more serious! I remember my second grade teacher, I HATED her!! I knew she was a mean ol' witch before I even knew what it was. Just thinking about Mrs. Brimhall makes me feel a little creeped out. Yeah, it really was that bad. You would seriously risk getting a bladder infection before asking her for a hall pass....seriously!
This is also the first year I didn't get to take the kids 'first day of school' pictures on my front porch. It sounds like a silly thing to get all bummed out about, but it's true, I miss the same backdrop they have had since the very first day of this all too important occasion. I only hope the new house will hold up to the standards that has been set by the old place. I have a feeling it will be awesome, but for some reason, just not the same.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Dilana.....Now I think you are a Biatch!!
Yes, Rockstar, one of my guilty pleasures will receive another post! I was really rooting for you Dilana, really I was. Well, I think I have changed my mind. Keeping it professional is one thing, but when you ditch your personal relationships for your own personal gain, you are just plain ass nasty!! I know someone like this, and although I feel like she really cares about me, I think she can be the BIGGEST BITCH and part of me wishes she would just choose a side, and not ride the fence. When she actually does come around and start treating me descent, I just get confused!! Hey, I know you are a bitch, SO AM I, but not to the people I truely care about!!
Yes, Rockstar, one of my guilty pleasures will receive another post! I was really rooting for you Dilana, really I was. Well, I think I have changed my mind. Keeping it professional is one thing, but when you ditch your personal relationships for your own personal gain, you are just plain ass nasty!! I know someone like this, and although I feel like she really cares about me, I think she can be the BIGGEST BITCH and part of me wishes she would just choose a side, and not ride the fence. When she actually does come around and start treating me descent, I just get confused!! Hey, I know you are a bitch, SO AM I, but not to the people I truely care about!!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Oh, I got so drunk this weekend.....
Don't you hate it when you come to work and that is all people are talking about?? This happens to Gabe at work all the time. He said the same losers come in every Monday with their bullshit stories about how thay have no idea how they made it home, or some crazy shit they did, or shit they think they did because they were too drunk too remember. Bullshit!!
I have had plenty of weekends where I would rather not remember, I just wish I could reflect on them as I am in the middle of a drunken stuper so I can think to myself, "Heather, we do not want to go back there again, do we?" "Have some water, take an asprin and wait awhile before you grab that sexy cocktail waitress with the big tits, easy spirit shoes and fake nails" I had a binge drinking weekend, but my only regret is that Gabe was not there to play his usual 'Reasonable Thinker' role and talk me out of going past my 'Happy Point' where I can still have a rad time, but have no remorse in the morning. I have no logic when I drink! No, that's not true, I know the difference between right and wrong, I don't drive when I drink, or do dumb shit like that. But sometimes it helps to have him there being reasonable, even if I do act a little annoyed when he is dispensing his wisdom to me. I love him, he makes me a better person for all the right reasons.
Don't you hate it when you come to work and that is all people are talking about?? This happens to Gabe at work all the time. He said the same losers come in every Monday with their bullshit stories about how thay have no idea how they made it home, or some crazy shit they did, or shit they think they did because they were too drunk too remember. Bullshit!!
I have had plenty of weekends where I would rather not remember, I just wish I could reflect on them as I am in the middle of a drunken stuper so I can think to myself, "Heather, we do not want to go back there again, do we?" "Have some water, take an asprin and wait awhile before you grab that sexy cocktail waitress with the big tits, easy spirit shoes and fake nails" I had a binge drinking weekend, but my only regret is that Gabe was not there to play his usual 'Reasonable Thinker' role and talk me out of going past my 'Happy Point' where I can still have a rad time, but have no remorse in the morning. I have no logic when I drink! No, that's not true, I know the difference between right and wrong, I don't drive when I drink, or do dumb shit like that. But sometimes it helps to have him there being reasonable, even if I do act a little annoyed when he is dispensing his wisdom to me. I love him, he makes me a better person for all the right reasons.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Grrrrrrr........
I love my Mother, I can't even begin to explain what a wonderful, caring person she is, far beyond what I could ever even hope to be in life....... However. Okay, if I can ever give a piece of advice that is worth anything, here it is. 'DO NOT BUILD YOUR HOUSE NEXT TO YOUR MOTHER!!!' Yes, I know, the idea seems charming and fun at first, then it starts to get stressful, especially when her house will be done about three months before yours will be, but stressful doesn't even begin to describe it!! It must be a mother/daughter thing, you know, crashing female personalities, but it is getting to be a little more than I can handle!!
Today our Building Rep. came in to meet with the two of us about the houses. After she went through all her changes, it was my turn. (so I thought!) Everytime we started to go over my 'stuff', she would interupt by either saying, "Oh, I have another question" (wait until I am done Mother), or "What changes are you making? Maybe I want to do it too" (are you kidding me?) It went on and on like this for roughly a half of an hour before her appointment FINALLY arrived and she left. At the end, she has not only changed her appliances to be EXACTLY the same as mine, but has chosen the same stucco as me as well. I just had to call Luke(builing rep.) and change the color of my stucco now, something I am not happy about considering I really like my stucco choice, because I know I will get an angry feeling in my belly everytime I drive up to my house and see that my neighbor has the same colored house as me!! I am petty, I admit it, but COME ON!!!
Gabe mostly laughs it off, but he was begining to get a little annoyed everytime she would comment, "Oh, your house will start soon and pass mine right up" (huh??), or anytime anyone commented on how long it was taking to start our house and she would reply, "It isn't like they haven't done anything to their house." I don't consider painting the Lot# on the cement actually starting my house, but that's just me!!
But like I said earlier, Grrrrrr......
I love my Mother, I can't even begin to explain what a wonderful, caring person she is, far beyond what I could ever even hope to be in life....... However. Okay, if I can ever give a piece of advice that is worth anything, here it is. 'DO NOT BUILD YOUR HOUSE NEXT TO YOUR MOTHER!!!' Yes, I know, the idea seems charming and fun at first, then it starts to get stressful, especially when her house will be done about three months before yours will be, but stressful doesn't even begin to describe it!! It must be a mother/daughter thing, you know, crashing female personalities, but it is getting to be a little more than I can handle!!
Today our Building Rep. came in to meet with the two of us about the houses. After she went through all her changes, it was my turn. (so I thought!) Everytime we started to go over my 'stuff', she would interupt by either saying, "Oh, I have another question" (wait until I am done Mother), or "What changes are you making? Maybe I want to do it too" (are you kidding me?) It went on and on like this for roughly a half of an hour before her appointment FINALLY arrived and she left. At the end, she has not only changed her appliances to be EXACTLY the same as mine, but has chosen the same stucco as me as well. I just had to call Luke(builing rep.) and change the color of my stucco now, something I am not happy about considering I really like my stucco choice, because I know I will get an angry feeling in my belly everytime I drive up to my house and see that my neighbor has the same colored house as me!! I am petty, I admit it, but COME ON!!!
Gabe mostly laughs it off, but he was begining to get a little annoyed everytime she would comment, "Oh, your house will start soon and pass mine right up" (huh??), or anytime anyone commented on how long it was taking to start our house and she would reply, "It isn't like they haven't done anything to their house." I don't consider painting the Lot# on the cement actually starting my house, but that's just me!!
But like I said earlier, Grrrrrr......
Monday, August 14, 2006
Detox please.......DETOX!!
Oh man, I have really done it now! I have consumed more sugar this weekend than I have had in nearly an entire months time. Yesterday I was in a pissy poor mood, no doubt related to the sweet syrup running through my veins. Gabe is so awesome when this happens. His solution of getting out and taking a walk when I get in these moods seems to be logical enough, even if I do bitch about it the entire time we are gone. As much as I love sugar, it does not love me. I only wish I could remember that before I get out of control. All things in moderation eh'? Like my screwed up mind understands what moderation is. Blah!!!!
Oh man, I have really done it now! I have consumed more sugar this weekend than I have had in nearly an entire months time. Yesterday I was in a pissy poor mood, no doubt related to the sweet syrup running through my veins. Gabe is so awesome when this happens. His solution of getting out and taking a walk when I get in these moods seems to be logical enough, even if I do bitch about it the entire time we are gone. As much as I love sugar, it does not love me. I only wish I could remember that before I get out of control. All things in moderation eh'? Like my screwed up mind understands what moderation is. Blah!!!!
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