I watched Sesame Street as a kid-Kermit was my favorite. His look of exasperation is the best. I love to make this face-I practice often and will look for any excuse to make it. I love to see people making this face-inadvertently or on purpose-doesn't matter. I love making this face at MrPea, he's really good at it himself(I need a better name for him) and dammit,call me crazy, I'm pretty sure I've seen Peanut making this face too.
Today I'm making this face because:
1.I'm tired, tired, tired for NO reason. It's the f-ing anemia. I'm 30 years old dammit. I should be bouncing all over the place not dragging my ass like a slug. I've been taking multi-vitamins AND iron supplements and I'm still tired, exhausted, energy-less, fatigued, burnt out, washed out,worn out, enfeebled, the weak link of nature.
2.I'm still irritated-if you didn't read my last post-don't bother, it's too long and bitchy plus all you really need to know is a friend hurt my feelings without meaning to and I said nothing about it and then got angry at myself for not sticking up for myself instead of getting defensive.(is that a run on sentence or what!?) I really shouldn't let myself get upset so much. I should try to look at a person's good intentions. Still though.....(*update-I deleted my last post-it was too negative)
3.I was reading a few "soapbox" blogs and was irritated by a couple things that were said. One of them was why do people use their blog to complain about stupid everyday things when there are more important things going on in the world. Another was- blogs are silly because it's full of silly little girls talking about clothes and shoes and we should all be serious and talk about real issues not silly things. How dare we use our blogs to vent once in a while-how dare we communicate! How dare we persue happiness and acceptance!tsktsktsk
But, I am happy because:
* I went to get my blood work done this morning and that's always good because I like to be proactive about my health. I'll know for sure why I'm always tired lately. I do feel a little better the past couple days, too.
*It's going to be warmer tomorow.
*Winter here is almost over.
*I finally got my camera!!Yippee! I'm still learning how to use it but I love it!!
*I have an exorbitant amount of chocolate covered popcorn and I plan on guiltlessly eating every single kernel and I could care less about gaining one f-ing pound because today(maybe not tomorrow) I have a good body image dammit.
*I can't express enough how soft and thick Peanut's extra chest fur is and how much I love it. He's a lion!
*F-ck all those "snogs" ! I just made that word up-it means a 'snobby blog'-GET IT? get it??heehee! Because my jokes and made up words are cheesy like that! Feel free to use it-or not.
*I got offered a cool job. I said no, though. I'm not ready yet because I don't feel healthy enough. Still, it feels good to know I can when I'm ready.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Time: Jan.1983, 8:05 am
Place: Pearl Harbor Elementary-2nd grade morning line up section
I was 7 years old
I made the dumbest mistake of telling my sister during Christmas break(yesssss, it was Neenee) that I had a crush on Rodell, my lunch line partner, who up until that moment traded chips with me everyday during snack. Her real intentions unbeknownst to me, Neenee decided to be big sisterly that day and walked me to my class. She even invited a couple of her cool 5th grade friends to come with us. I felt extra-special-cool to be seen with older girls from the "cool people section" at school. *OK before I even go on are you guessing what happened? Should I even finish? ok I'll finish:
So there I am, trying to be cute in my new purple miniskirt and my sister and her"cool people section" friends decide to serenade me as I'm walking to my assigned place in line.
Oh- did you want to know the song they chose? It was called "Angel loves Rodell"-that's my name by the way. Just in case anyone would like to sing on their own or in the shower...where ever...I'll include the actual lyrics:
Angel Loves Rodell!
Angel Loves Rodell!
Angel and Rodell sitting in a tree---k-i-s-s-i-n-g.........
Oh you already know that song? Because I thought Neenee was just the most talented song writer and by the way I have to mention that they sang so loud and clear that it echoed throughout the entire school.
Isn't that so romantic?
Rodell moved to California two months later but by that time I had transferred my feelings to Scotty, my field trip partner.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I'm not sure if I did everything right but I saw this a couple times on Ms.Courtney's blog and it looked like fun so I signed up....they made me add links to EVERY SINGLE PERON in the whole damn world who participates in order to get my blog on their list but I might not keep it. It takes up too much space and I don't know how to get a scroll down link list. I'll wait and see if it starts to get on my nerves. It took me forever-it's all general stuff because I was too lazy for details. Feel free to participate-or not!
Random facts about me
1. I was born on 7/21 at 7:21
2. I can sing "Silent Night" in Hawaiian
3. I hate talking on the phone
4. I have excellent eyesight-actually I have one eye
that's perfect and one supereye that's better than perfect
5. When I was 16, I tried to pinch the president
on the butt(this is true)
6. I do not own/would not own/hate logo bags
7. I don't really like sweets
8. I can't drive a stick shift-nor do I have the desire
9. Sea World makes me cry-I cannot handle seeing
10. I used to smoke-gross
11. I get creeped out easily-as you can tell from my
last 2 entries
12. I love Mexican food-heaven is a quesadilla with beans
13. I love shoes-wow what a surprise
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I have an almost holy reverance for libraries. I give dirty looks to people in the library who make noise. Why, just yesterday I was in the new arrivals section when two people were behind me making all kinds of ruckus in the DVD aisle. They probably didn't notice my intimidating 4'11" frame but I enjoyed giving them dirty looks anyway. They quieted down and I decided we didn't need to throw down. It was my pleasure. I'm pretty sure I could've taken them.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
-saw a beautiful bald eagle(but I don't have a damn digital camera yet dammit... but we won't get negative will we....)
-walked into the ladies room at the Cheesecake Factory where a Texan in a purple thong and red boots was trying on her new pants.(OMG I totally regretted not having a digital camera at that moment even more than the bald eagle moment)
-bought the winning lottery ticket(heehee-I hope)
-received a 'thank you for not dying of cancer gift' from MrPea(a mini-ipod yay...I am finally in the 21st century...now if I can figure out how to use it)
-bought a pack lipgloss, 3 for $.99(I would have been just as happy with that as my gift but don't tell MrPea lest he steal my ipod)
-found the newspaper clipping of me and Peanut in Quebec(that's right! Hard hitting news!)
I had to blank out my last name from the psychos.
What about ya'll?!
Friday, January 19, 2007
|You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew|
You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.
And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.
But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!
"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."
Apparently my muppet personality is that of a psycho-scientist...I disagree. I stole this from Spinning Girl. Hope she doesn't mind.
I finally dragged my ass out of lazy world and made some links. I'm still not finished-I have more but I got lazy in the middle and stopped. Some of these peeps don't know who the hell I am but that didn't stop me from putting them in the cool people section anyway.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Since the moment we met, MrPea and I sometimes misunderstand each other. My husband's first language is French and he speaks excellent English, but with a beautiful accent and I have a barely there southern accent(that I can turn off and on)-so sometimes I have no idea about one or two words he's using and vice versa. I can't yell as loud as I used to and he doesn't yell or speak loud at all so it's more frequent lately. As always, I was on the phone with my sister, Neenee, last night. Here's a little snippet of our conversation:
Neenee: "Hey, you should watch Primetime tonight. They're doing a segment on hoarding."
Me yelling to MrPea in the next room: "Can you record Primetime for me? It's about hoarding, you know, that's what my mom sort of does!"
Me(impatiently): "Hoarding! Hoarding! I'd like to learn more about it so I can try to help my mom with her hoarding!"
.....................................................pause of silence...................................................................................
MrPea(slowly): "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"
This is what he heard: "Can you record Primetime for me? It's about whoring, you know that's what my mom does.....Whoring! Whoring! I'd like to learn more about it so I can try to help my mom with her whoring!"
I'm so sorry, Mommy-I would never say that, I would never even think it! It was him! Him! Not me!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I don't have a list of links yet. The truth is I sort of didn't know how to link when I started this blog . Now that I finally figured out how, I will, but it's going to take me a while because I visit so many blogs. I guess the general rule is 'link to mine and I'll link to yours.' But I don't want anyone to feel obligated to link to me just because I do. I would much rather get some link love because the person wants to not because they feel like they have to. I hate that feeling-obligation-like when you're little and your mom makes you kiss an auntie or uncle at a reunion and you so do not want to! Most of the bloggers I visit don't know who the hell I am anyway-and that's fine. So if anyone sees their name here feel free to link here or not, it won't hurt my feelings...sniff,sniff... Just kidding! I really do mean it. It's going to take a couple days for me to get my list up because I'm lazy today.
I'm also thinking about changing my picture on my profile since it's not recent but I have to find one that will shrink without looking strange. I'm still shopping around for a decent digital camera and it's taking forever because I can't make up my mind. I like taking pictures but I'm not trying out for National Geographic magazine so I just want a good one that's small enough to fit in my purse. There are so many to choose from and I don't understand all those tech words. It took me a long time to even think about buying a digital camera because I was sort of a snob when it comes to technology and 'new things.' My husband is MrTechnology-in career and in personality so one would think that I would be as well. But I like pictures on paper. I like looking through people's photo albums and scrap books and rummaging through piles of pictures, old letters, drawings, books, and post cards. I love old furniture, garage sales, thrift stores and antique/vintage shops. I taught myself to scan pictures but it takes forever plus I'm jealous(in a good way) of all the other blogs' pretty pictures and all the cool stuff that can be done with a digital camera so I'm definitely getting one- as soon as I can stop changing my mind about which one I want.
Anyone wondering why MrPea doesn't show me how to do all this stuff since he's the tech expert in the house-it's because he's not allowed. This is my rule not his. I learn better trying things on my own. He once tried to teach me how to drive a stick shift-that was a disaster-a story for another day.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Peanut was supposed to have surgery last week. He's an old man now and has problems with his, er, bowels. He's already had 3 surgeries back there in the past few months and endless invasive exams that leave him feeling, well frankly, used and violated. Luckily, after we dropped him off, his doctor called us back in and told us he didn't need another surgery. He decided the best thing to do is to switch him to softer food and give him a strong antibiotic(remember when everyone was trying to buy stockpiles of Cipro because of all the Anthrax scares? That's what he's taking!) AND to help his immune system he's also taking steroids again. Yes my poor little dog is on the juice....I never believed that stuff really worked for animals but all sorts of interesting things have been happening here at Chez Peanut. It's as if he drank from the fountain of youth. He's jumping from couch to couch without taking a bouncing start, he's in constant 'hunting' mode, and he's also in serious 'thief' mode. But the strangest and best part is that the fur on his chest is noticeably thicker and his neck is sprouting curly patches. This isn't the first time he has taken steroids just the first time it made him grow chest hair. I was thinking about buying him a gold medallion or perhaps borrowing one from Mr.Ienjoysendingnakedpicturesofmyself. You remember him, right? More on him another day.
I won't mention names-and you know who you are- but a really insensitive person said to me,"Why are you wasting so much money on him when he's already old, I mean, why don't you just let him be. He's probably going to die in the next couple years anyway." Yeah.
Anyway I know I mentioned I was sick. I can't seem to get away from that damn topic. I'm pretty sure I'm anemic, which is a familiar subject for me so it's not a huge deal. I bought a regular multi-vitamin a few days ago and Mr.Pea's been bothering me and bothering me to eat steak and take some additional iron supplements(left over from the last time I was anemic) but I can't without letting my doc know and it was Martin Luther King Holiday weekend. I feel better today, though, so I'm just going to wait until my next appointment to mention it. I'm sick of all that stuff. At least I have an excuse to eat steak, not that I needed one. Sorry vegans, I tried the whole 'meat is murder' deal a few times and it didn't work.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Don't delete me!! I'll be posting more often soon.
I'm sick. Nothing serious - it's not a death sickness just an annoyance sort of sick.
I was just beginning to post more often too dammit! I just need to rest. It sucks being away from the computer too-even for a day or two. Hope everyone is having a good weekend!
*I took this picture with a really cheap camera ten years ago while in The Philipines with my mom. This is the island she grew up on.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
From October3rd, 2006(about 3 and a half weeks after my damn sugery)
Letter to my voice (I still had a scratchy voice)
When will my voice come back? When? Please, voice, come back. Just the way you were-just come back so I can sing again. I don't have to sound like Aretha Franklin, I just want to sing without sounding like f-ing Peter Brady.. I just want to be able to speak without using up all my damn breathe and energy. Voice, just come back and I promise I'll never wish you sounded different. I just want to sound like me. *However, voice, if you are changing permanently, at least be sexy like Marilyn.(Monroe not Manson) But seriously voice, just come back from where ever you are. I need you.
I still don't have my old/real voice and I complain about that to anyone who'll listen at least once or twice a day. I don't sound like Peter Brady anymore and that's good. My surgeon says to wait a few more months for my nerves to repair but I'm doubtful. I should be thankful that I can speak at all. But I miss my old voice. I used to be able to change it to suit the situation.(I don't mean baby talk-I hate when couples do that-grosses me out and makes me wonder what kind of issues are really laying there under the surface-but that's a story for another day) I can't make the funny voices I used for reading stories and imitating people behind their backs. I can't make it softer for asking for favors. I can't yell at my husband and my dog. I can't scream if a psychopath tried to kidnap me. (I know,I know, this is a bit paranoid but wait til I tell ya'll about the time a creepy man scared me at the pool in my neighborhood one day)
I've been told by everyone that they don't notice the difference. But I do, I've been listening to it for 30 years, I should know. This isn't a pity party. I am very thankful for how well things turned out. I just found that page in my diary and thought it was funny. I'll try to remember the creepy man at the pool story for another day.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Last night Mr.Pea and I went out with a couple of his single friends from work. We ate a Caribbean restaurant that for some reason was blasting country music. The shrimp was good though and I'm a picky eater. We ended up having a mediocre time at a pretty cool bar. The band that was performing last night was playing that sort of funk-jazz that you have to be, like, supercool to 'get it'. You know what I mean right? You have to wear sunglasses indoors and listen to supersecret artists no one else knows about. None of us 'got it'. It wasn't bad music just ok. I got to hear Mr.Pea scat though-that was a first. (you know,like, when they do that shoo ba doo ba dooooo daadaa thing) I'm pretty sure I heard a meow in there somewhere-good times.
As usual I was the only girl. (I was also the designated driver but not because of my gender.) Being the only girl can have it's benefits but pretty much sucks for the most part. This is because I am not 'one of the boys'. I did go through a tomboy phase but even then it was because my best friend was going through one and that lasted a month at most. All of my girl friends have either moved away or had kids and dumped me. I don't take it personally, I was 13 when my oldest sister had her first son so I know after the babies come, moms don't usually have time for anything else. But I'm not bitchy about being the only girl and I don't pull the queen bee attitude either-I hate that. I like to listen to their 'guy' gossip-I thought high school girls were bad! Nuh ah! I wish I could write all the information I heard but they all know I have a blog so I'll keep it to myself and perhaps blackmail everyone later-I know things dammit.
As usual no one scored a phone number. Maybe next time.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
I know I know-New Year's Day was on the 1st. But I was damn lazy on the 1st. So our Happy New Year started on the 2nd dammit! I made a turkey. Over the years I've made a few turkeys thanks to a Spanish waitress who, when I told I didn't think I was a good enough cook, said it was easy-peasy(ok she didn't exactly use that term it just sounded funny to me) and that I should just jump into it and gave me her tips. Since then I've used her recipe. So for anyone out there as timid as I was, I'll pass on the wisdom. I have to just put it out there that I'm not the best of cooks so don't be mad at me if it doesn't work! Plus it's not my recipe anyway it's hers.
I make a spice rub: paprika, salt, cayenne pepper flakes, garlic powder, course pepper blend, seasoned salt
Notice some got on the counter...I'm messy what can I say? By the way I just want everyone to know-I did not/would not choose that horrible mauve color for the counter top, it's ugly I know!
I rubbed the spices all over and inside too, it's kind of gross but I get over it after a few seconds, then spray vegetable oil and tuck the wings behind.
I started sort of late so I didn't have enough time to cook it with the cornbread stuffing(yes,from the box dammit) so I stuffed it loosely with onions(say it like that Cajun guy on PBS while doing it,"On-yOns") , carrots, and celery.
I ate a shocking amount of kettle chips while waiting the 3 hours so I wasn't really that hungry by the time it was finished but MrPea was.
It came out sort of burnt looking but that's because I raise the temp from 325 to 375 for the last 15 minutes so the skin will be krronchy(not crunchy). It doesn't make for a pretty turkey but let's not be superficial here! I do have a tendency to burn things-ok I know that! But I have to blame it on the crappy oven I swear it!! MrPea likes for things to be cooked to DEATH anyway. Plus I made enough gravy to fill a pothole(yes from a mix-does it look like there are any drippings here to make gravy with? plus I hate giblets, I don't even like the word giblet sounds like someone's toes or something) and it was good dammit!
Anyway, I didn't make any resolutions this year because they are always the same ones: Exersize more, eat right , quit swearing. I haven't excersized much lately but I will. Besides those chips from yesterday(I bought them in bulk for cheaper-which I still haven't gotten over how much I love to buy in bulk but that's a story for another day), I don't really eat too badly. And the cussing-I have to admit, I enjoy cussing. It's a love hate thing: I like to say cuss words but I hate the way they sound coming from my mouth. It's just so enjoyable sometimes especially since I grew up in such a stiff, strict household. It's not like I go around telling everyone to go f- themselves, like certain people we know and love(oh!but how I would love to sometimes) When I prohibit myself-it just makes me want to do it more so I'll give myself permission to swear while acknowledging that it sounds horrible. That was how I quit smoking. I doubt this will work but I'll take this habit over all those other bad habits I'm thankful for not having. Does that sentence make sense? Does to me.
Hope everyone had fun over the Holidays.