A new post is an obvious sign that I have a significant assignment due for school

Yes, I have a five page paper due for my Sociology of Religion class, which is a class that I love by the way.  I love it but it doesn't stop me from wasting time in many other ways, as usual, than actually trying to get the damn paper done early.

At the moment I'm sitting in my sanctuary, struggling with the uncomfortableness of my ponytail being jammed against the wall, while trying to stay comfortable on my bed.  Juggling my laptop, trying to reference my textbook and watching DC Cupcakes on TLC is taking all of my balance-y-ness that Ive got.  I need a houseboy named Alejandro to hold the textbook.  One day, Alejandro.

This new show, DC Cupcakes, is a peek into a family cupcake bakery in Georgetown.  It sounds good, right?  Well, its been a little odd so far.  The two owners are thirty-something sisters who left their corporate jobs to open a quiet little bakery. They also talk in baby talk to each other.  Their mother is on the show.  They call her mommy and speak to her like she is 4 years old.  The whole staff also call her mommy. Maybe "Corporate Jobs" mean "Madams of a brothel specializing in Adult Diaper Play"  Its just a theory.

Since I'm ignoring my paper, I decided to check out what was coming up on my calender and I think that I've overbooked myself.  This means that I'm going to be crankier in the next couple of weeks.  While nodding my head and saying "yes" I forgot that next weekend I'm working Saturday.  I have plans on Friday to meet a friend, Saturday, a party, Sunday a Barenaked Ladies Concert and then Monday after work, I'm going to the Improv to see a Smodcast taping with my buddy Jeffie.  Oh about Tuesday my usual complaining is going to increase 10 fold.  That kinda sucks for everyone else because for the last couple of weeks I've been cranky and annoyingly whiny to my friends and family. Sometimes I put a Post It on my moniter that says "Stop Whining"  Its time to dig that out again.

I need to get back to this paper.  We're celebrating the BFF's birthday tonight. Sushi is for dinner and I most likely will be dancing in her kitchen to Come On Eileen before the evening ends. I better have an outline established before the festivities begin.

Resisting the urge to post something

I have an assignment due that I must finish and surprise surprise I think that this is an opportune time to post something here.

Could I rehash AGAIN these subjects again? Of course I can

• I hate socializing but I'll try to get better at that
• family
• yes I still can't stand his parents
• other peoples troubles
• I've dumped another friend.

I'll be back after I get my essay emailed to my professor.  Its my religion class.  Love Love Love it. (tingles)

A post; An act to ignore an assignment due tomorrow

Will this be a cheater post; a post of BULLITS?

I haven't posted in a while so take what you get, said in the kindest of way.

• The arthritis situation is not so wonderful lately.  I keep telling myself that I've have endured much much worse.  It is what it is but its also an inconvenience and annoyance.
• I made a new friend. Another attempt to trust. Go me!  He's a guy, which is good because I seem to get along with guys better, he's my age, in fact 1 1/2 months older than me, and we are very much alike.  Except for his job hating attitude and the marriage that needs work.  I like my job and love my husband very much.  At least we can be sarcastic and like Star Wars together.  AND he appreciates a bombay sapphire gin martini.  Always a plus in my book.
• A vacation is planned to Catalina and we are finalizing a trip to Colorado later this year.
• I found out that I'm finally graduating this summer in August.  That is if they don't cancel my class due to no enough students registering for them.  My advisor has promised to find something to replace them.  She better come through.  I can't stand going to class anymore.
• I'm going to Lady Gaga.  That's important.
• I made friends with the 26 year old 6'6" Bosnian in my Migration & Culture class.  Now that we are friends, I have more of an opportunity to hear his accent. Yay for me!

I'm starting my paper now. Good Night!

Ah 2009

Yes, Yes I have not written anything about my day in a very very long time. Survey's don't count and I am aware that I've used them for blog filler for quite a while.

I keep meaning to type in the interesting stuff that has happened during the day. The Christmas Eve conversation about making the dead parrot in the freezer into a mummy or my recent stalker at work experience would have made interesting reading.

By the time I think to get back to this space, its been a few days and I don't remember the details like I want and some other adventure has happened.

So I'm going to be more diligent about typing here, is I guess, my new year's resolution. I don't do resolutions normally but if I have to name one, well there it is.

Stay Tuned and be careful out there

Some more information

1. Ever been skinny dipping?
of course!

2. How often do you kiss or make out without it simply being a foreplay activity?
all the time

3. On a scale of 1-10, how content are you with your life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest) Do you think 'content' and 'happy' the same thing?
I am a 10. There is plenty of things in my life that I could allow to bring me down the scale but I don't dwell on it and I move on to the happy stuff in my life.

4. What do you do to relieve stress?
Exercise helps. An evening with friends talking is really great.

5. What was the special trait in your first lover that made you decide that they were "the one?"
Clarify what "the one" means.

Seriously, I don't know what to say here. Moving on...

Bonus: How old were you when you first had sex? (positive experiences here...)
3 months shy of my 23rd birthday.

One Word Answer

1. What wakes you: alarm
2. Your initial look in the mirror reveals: bedhead
3. You usually first put on: jeans
4. Your closet: orderly
5. Your mood before 11am: sunny
6. The first thing you look at online after email: twitter
7. Something you tend to snack on: fruit
8. What you see out your front door: patio
9. Your takeout menus: lost
10. Number of boxes of tissue out in your home right now: two
11. The way you sneeze would read: achoo
12. Number of times a day you probably brush your hair: one
13. The most predominant thing in your pantry: magnets
14. A smell commonly coming from your kitchen: garlic
15. How you sort your books: genre
16. The way you keep your place in a book: bookmark
17. Something you hide when people come over: mail
18. Number of people normally at your table during dinner: Two
19. Something you put on your nightstand before bed: Phone
20. How high you pull the covers when you go to sleep: Chin

One Word

1. Clothes: hunting socks, flannel pants, tanktop, LLBean fleece jacket

2. Furniture: Want - World Market, On - Desk Chair at IKEA desk

3. Sweet: Me! Ha Ha, Creme Brulee

4. City: Paris

5. Drink: Red Wine, Cucumber Martini

6. Music: Everything except Jazz

7. TV Series: Dexter, True Blood, Big Love

8. Film: Right now - Crooklyn, in 2 minutes - Two Days in Paris

9. Workout: Not today, but have to tomorrow

10. Pastries: Chocolate croissant, Fruit Tart

11. Coffee: yes, please

dammit

so yeah, I headed to my google reader and found four freaking posts about bloggers ending their blogs, which pretty much means that I won't stop mine. Because if everyone is doing it then by (insert your diety here), I won't be stopping.

yes I'm an adult and should think for myself.

yes everyone is not four people that I don't know.

moving on.

I will go back to watching Dr. Horrible now.

So they say he saved her life
they say she works with the homeless and doesn't eat meat
we have a problem with her
this is his hair!

I hate the homeless...
ness problem

I was wondering if you could tell that I have a deadline on a paper for a class and that is why I feel the need to take time to write here.

Procrastination at its finest

I've also written a couple unnecessary emails, too...

Sunday Morning

I just love that song by Maroon 5, Sunday Morning, very groovy. Like every song, it bubbles up memories, all good in this case. No, I will not share those here.

It is barely still morning, its about 11:30. Dave has gone to Costco to pick up our supplies for the week and the holiday weekend. Yes, our country's birthday is on Friday. I will celebrate by wearing this t-shirt from Walmart, and consume beer and bratwurst with my family. I love you America for the four day work week!

Good news on the school front. I have a very high A, an A+ you might say. The professor is hot but not really organized. It's a 5 week class so we meet for 4 1/2 hours on Monday and Wednesday. We watch lots of pop culture pieces (Movies, Documentaries, TV Episodes) and he repeats himself alot. Did I mention he was hot? I've been really tired lately and I think its because of the long hours in this class or I am exhausted from basking in his hotness. I will state that alot of his attractiveness for me is his smarts. I'm a sucker for a smart guy, leading a class, wearing a linen sportsjacket.

Dave and I saw a couple of movies this weekend. Friday night was Kung Fu Panda. Really, really funny. I will buy this DVD when it comes out. We followed the movie with a "Choose your own Slam" at Denny's. I like Denny's pancakes! So Sue Me! While we were waiting for coffee and food, I saw a small display of desserts and I said to Dave, "Let me see that". The picture on the left was what he did. I can't imagine where he got that "smart-ass" attitude from....hmmmm...it is a puzzler. Our server, Sam, openly made fun of us for seeing the movie. He kinda said, "KUNG FU PANDA, I'M GONNA SEE THAT WITH MY KID". Oh yeah Sam, you didn't want my 20%. Ok, I took in the fun that it was but he got 18%.

Saturday, we saw Wanted. I wanted to see it because James McAvoy is in it. I'm a sucker for an accent. Yes, he plays an American, but I still know that he's scottish. Dave says that a hobo with an Australian accent could charm me. He might be right. Who still uses the word Hobo? He went for the action type of movie that it is. I will say that it was great until it took a turn into unbelievableland and then it descended into suckville. We did have dinner at my favorite, Macaroni Grill for my favorite dish, Carmella's Chicken rigatoni. So yummy except for the uncooked pieces of pasta. Just a small mention to our favorite bartender (yeah he knows us, we usually go there for movie nights) and the entree was removed from my bill. 2 pomagranate martinis later, we headed across the parking lot for the movie.

I think that I've wasted enough time. See, here is a clue that I have a task to do that I don't want to get to quite yet. I have my final paper due and some chores and errands that need to happen before the end of the day. I will always take the time to type here before getting to what I need to do.

Next I will check out what to do on Mission Beach for a trip that isn't even happening for a couple of months.

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Ok so I have to get to the library and study and stop watching dancing videos (which make me smile) and stop watching Cosmos on the SciFi channel. (It's on all day! YEAH Carl Sagan!)

I am really really skilled at procrastination

Things that I have done today instead of my ONE PAGE paper. (due Wednesday)

• Took a moment to decide which one my mugs I would use based on how I was hoping my day would go.
  
• Ate breakfast while watching Little People Little World, DUI episode
• Went shopping for new unmentionables
• went to the MAC store and came out with new makeup and looking like a very pretty prostitute.
• Perused blogs. I don't recommend this on Father's Day. The randomizer caused all stories about family happenings. Blah.
• Balanced the check book.
• Went through paperwork in the office, to find stuff that can be shredded.
• Watched clips of Hugh Laurie on YouTube
  

I wonder whats on TV. I think the Tony awards are on...

this is dedicated to the one I love...

I am hanging out, by myself, again and ignoring my class assignment. Dave is at class to get his license for carrying a concealed weapon.

So in my attempt to ignore the reading and paper about India's sacred cow, I will give you this. Ms. Morrisette's Jagged Little Pill came out the same year I met my sweetbaby. You know how couples have "their song"? Well we have about a dozen of them. This one will always remind me of the first year together. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks that You Oughta Know would be my favorite song. People say it all the time. It's okay, you can say it, too.

Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette

Good Morning

I turned the tv on when I woke up, as usual, a very bad habit, and Before Sunrise was playing. A movie about a long conversation. Ok it's more than that but I love the conversation, when these two people meet for the first time. So, now as I write this Before Sunset is playing.

I have been doing a lot better in making sure I don't make too many plans. I have brunch planned at a friends house on Sunday, and that's all I want to do. I was very good at deflecting a few invitation this week until last night at dinner.

My bartender is having a graduation party tonight. My invite is written on a cocktail napkin downstairs. I'm thinking that I don't need to have a drink with the 23 year old graduate and his friends. I need to make sure that my 38 year old self goes to bed at a decent hour.

So I've just decided, I'm not going.

After fixing my breakfast, to Forever Blue by Chris Isaak, and juggling my small plate, a mug and a pot of tea, here I sit to catch up. Dave works every other Saturday, so I'm alone.

I've perused the secrets site that I like. Someone on the site has been including Barenaked Ladies lyrics while writing about how they feel about another. I love that. Another wrote a few lines about the men that she has been with in her life. I was thinking about doing the x365 project but when I have memories about others, I either think about how unkind I was to them or I could go on and on and on and on about how wonderful they were. It would be a lot of work to complete.

Speaking of memories, because so many have bubbled up in this last year, I was forwarded a picture of a boy (ok he's a few years older than me) that I just thought was the cutest thing. Big boy scout factor, very kind, ginger hair...sigh. The one time we got pissed off at each other was kind of exciting because it turned out that I was right. Well, I wasn't but to appease me, he apologized and took me out drinking. Lots of things can be settled with a few cocktails when you are 23. I was so happy to hear that he got married, finally. We had many late night conversations about him finding the right girl. I introduced him to tequila.

School starts Monday. I'm so not thrilled about the cost of the parking.

I'm going to start my day of slack. I have 3 movies from my netflix queue that have been sitting in my house for a month, so I'll watch those and then get my hair cut.

Link to a sports bra

Great for women athletes, but seriously, someone is having a wank to this.

Shock Absorber Sports Bra

That's right bitches, when you need a craft done...well I'm capable but don't call me. Not bad, huh?

Lil John is telling me to Get Low

dance party "to the window, to the wall..."

then drop it like it's hot

trying to delay a craft project

I have to make little paper life preservers and attach them to a basket. It's something for work, if you can believe it, and I'm having craft night at church flashbacks. I was just not able to hack the crafty lifestyle that my former church seemed to require.

So, tried to sign up for Facebook, after I was talked into it this morning and I just couldn't do it. It looked like it would suck away all of my extra time. I chose me this time. Actually, its really easy for me to choose me. I'm selfish. Sorry, girls.

Azcentral.com says that it hit 100 degrees officially at 12:39 pm today. It's on.

Julia Sweeney

I'm an atheist.

I found Julia's blog, again. It was lost for a few years and I don't know what or how many clicks got me back to her page. Of course I can't agree with everything that another person says but many things that she writes about I really REALLY REALLY agree with.

This post about how a friend points out that there may be very few people who are able to NOT believe in a higher power. Yes, they may not believe in god but they eventually reveal that there is some higher power called nature or energy or fairies or some form of new age-y reasoning for existence of man or this planet, The Secret. I am not one of those people. I have no belief in any higher power. none, Nada. And another thing pointed out is that those people who do believe in a higher power most likely look down on me.

My best friend is there finally, with me, but we were having lunch one day a couple of years ago and she had a moment of sheer panic in her voice that there is nothing NOTHING after death. She asked me how I was able to get there. It wasn't easy. In fact it was terrifying. But now it's not. It was just a small switch that's flipped in my mind and now it's not scary at all.

I keep getting this reminders that a god is something that most people live with. Lunch time conversations include some mention of faith getting a coworker through some struggle or achievement. I respect there beliefs and am normally very congratulatory about baptisms, missions, etc but I know that that support doesn't flow to the atheist. Atheism equals no morals or happiness. I'm very happy, thank you and I thinks morals because a certain faith requires it, isn't as wonderful as having morals out of goodness toward your fellow human because it's the right thing to do.

Hey can someone help me down off of this soapbox? hello! hello!....

I should be doing something constructive

I am writing because I am trying to avoid the things I must do. I always do this. I am a procrastinator.

I have to,

1) Balance the checkbook.
2) Pay bills.
3) Homework

When Dave arrives home from his Sunday coffee party,
4) Buy tile, grout and new shower fixtures
5) Go to Costco and spend way too much on a gallon of a variety of things. (1 gallon = 3.79 liters)

Its about 1pm on a Sunday and so far I've slept in, made myself some coffee (I love my coffee press) watched Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant and the Independent Spirit awards. I started typing this and I'm watching (again) Music and Lyrics. I have always found Hugh Grant very entertaining and amusing but I never thought of him as a heartthrob (or any other kind of throb) but when I saw the Pop Goes My Heart video, I have adored him ever since. No, I'm not proud of this.

The memorial services was heartbreaking. I can truly say that she is a little part of me. She helped me become an adult. I met her when I was 25 and still very much a girl. She was the first person to push me, the first to tell me that I could do what ever I wanted to do. She was the first to back me up on a business decision that I made. Most importantly, she was the first to tell me that I knew better, when I was not doing what I was supposed to be doing. I can't believe that she chose to make an exit but as always she did things on her own terms. I hate thinking about this so let's move on...

I met the people that I started my current job with, later, Friday evening. Toddster noticed I wasn't "on" that night and gave me an extra squeeze before I left for the evening. We all promised to meet up again soon. I said that I was just a little tired. The new promotion has sapped my energy. I react to stress, good or bad, by sleeping and not eating. I did learn some very interesting information about one of my new peers. This person had made a derogatory comment about the race of the person who was telling me this little story. There are very few things that I really find offensive and a racist remark (especially at the work place) is pretty unforgivable, but then I really never take too much in to account if it didn't happen to me or I didn't actually witness the incident. I will just file this bit of information away and be wary.

I finally got to see my best work friend. He just had a baby, is married and we have different work schedules. We also don't like talking on the phone so we don't see each other often. Enough with the pictures of your baby's pooh, please! When he did show up, we had a great time making fun of the waiter and swapping gossip about co-workers. Our waiter was way to friendly. He did a drive by two thumbs up with a smile...and he looked like Clark Kent. We tipped him generously for the abuse.

I had dinner with my best friend and her husband last night. She is having some medical issues that so far has not been diagnosed after 2 specialist. She sees a 3rd on Friday. I'm worried but with no answers, nothing to do but wait.

I filled her in on the memorial services. That's where we met, that job over a decade ago. She knew my husband before I did and was involved in us ultimately getting together. She was impressed by how I avoided those that I couldn't stand seeing again. They are huggers...I guess they get a better grip while stabbing you in the back. It's just the nature of that particular business. Since then, I can't be touched by someone I don't know or trust. One girl, a hug and a cheek kisser tried to steal my bff's job. This is not gossip, this is fact, since when it happened I was in a managerial role and was privy to the details. She of course asked about my bff and how is she doing? Just fine, bitch, thank you for asking.

The BFF, her husband, Dave and I had a wonderful evening out talking, since we've been exchanging voicemail for a few weeks without any new news about her medical issues and I finally got to see her and her husband in person. That's always nice; Your best friends husband gets along with your husband. Its one of my favorite times to be with them. All four of us our completely comfortable with each other.

I still marvel that I'm finally comfortable in my life and very happy. How did that happen? What happened to my angst?

I do have one little goal for myself. This may seems very trivial but I miss the movies that I love. I was watching the Spirit awards and I had only seen 1 or 2 movies. There are so many movies that I want to see and now I may have to catch up by getting them through Netflix, which is not the way I want to see them. The experience of seeing them in a theater is something that I love. I think that I will, of course, start getting them through Netflix, but I will have to make time, maybe the first showing on Saturday or Sunday, to see what is at the Harkins Camelview.

Saturday

My sister missed her flight this morning and will be coming in tomorrow morning. With news of this, all cleaning stopped and I am now doing my best to do nothing, really, but thought I’d post a new boring entry. It’s either this or a nap.

I had a very interesting happy hour with the über-sexy Toddster on Wednesday. (Toddster has requested that I refer to him as the aforementioned moniker). We both were exhausted; maybe Phoenix Winter sedation is in affect.

I suggested that I refer to him as “Chocolate Love” but he is resisting it. Just go with it, C.L.

It was a very low key conversation about how work is, how our respective spouses are and what is generally up in our lives. He has a very scary ex-spouse and a very scary episode that he just got through with, involving her. He’s one of those people you can only wish the best for and I’m very, very happy that he found his current wife, since they seem pretty near to perfect. I would be shocked to learn otherwise. You never know though; when I shared with my best friend that I was having some troubles in my own marriage in 2005 (definitely no issues now, by the way) her first reaction was that we were her model of a perfect couple and she questioned her own view of reality if we weren’t happy, but I digress…

Since we work on separate floors now in a big building, we don’t talk much but, try to maintain a text conversation whenever possible. We shared some unknown facts about our lives and some pot stickers. He did tell me that smart people are quick to judge others because they have no time for bullshit. He tells me that this is the reason why I hated him when we first met. I was not offended but responded by saying that his very smart quips, his wavy blond locks and his beautiful lips won me over. He needs blue eyes and a better self esteem. He is 5 years older than me, and I do love older men…sigh. Toddster is a great friend.

I just got off of the phone with my sister in law. She and her 4 children have arrived in the Dallas/Fort Worth area and are having a great time. My nephew Sean asked who was on the phone and I had to ask if he had turned 23 magically! His voice has changed since I last had seen him. I hear that he was also the target of cougar attention at a birthday party this weekend. Another sister in law is from Brazil and had some friends over for her son’s birthday party. They kept taking pictures with him and telling him how good looking he was. He’s going to be 14 on the 26th. Back Off!!! Oh how disgusting. Oh I wish I could go with Dave to visit. He has been instructed to take lots of pictures.

My sister in law did say that our niece (with leukemia), age 3, is feeling very well. Very energetic and having lots of fun. She told her father, when he asked her to not run in the house or roughhouse with her brothers, “what am I supposed to do Dad, I have leukemia!” She definitely has got the smart ass gene that runs through the family.

We have a few Christmas parties done with, which were much fun, but I just wish that there would be one party that doesn’t require us to bring a gift, $15 or under for the Yankee swap or White Elephant game. Can’t we just eat and drink by a bonfire or fire place? I did meet some very nice people.

We saw “Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox story” 5 stars, two thumbs up! So funny, if you like Cox jokes. The weekend we’ll see “Sweeney Todd” and I hope to see “Atonement” and “Juno”

A phone call from my sweetbaby; he’s on his way home. Well I have to meet him at the door in pearls and red lipstick (ala June Cleaver) with dinner, his slippers, smoking jacket and pipe at the ready; must go…

Schools Out

My last paper is written and submitted online for Native People of the Southwest (that should be an "A") and I've just returned from my final for Italian 101.

As always, I've locked in a "B" but I don't think I've learned anything. It will come in handy in an Italian emergency. I was in Paris many years ago, and it was amazing what comes back to you when you need directions or need to eat.

I had another lovely outing with Andrew and Blair. I think that I'm letting my "crazy" show a little too much, and need to rein it in, but they are lots -o- fun to talk to. They get my references.

The place that we had breakfast was a nice surprise sitting in the middle of downtown Phoenix, a historic home open for breakfast and lunch. It would be a great place to drink tea and read. I brought Dave home a banana cookie and he didn't like it; he said it was too doughy. It all can't be perfect.

I can't help regressing and giving Andrew a hard time. He opens his mouth and I can't stop the dig or sarcastic remark. agh. Really, I swear, I usually act like a respectable 38 year old, really! Sorry Andrew! We left with a promise to meet up in the New Year.

Wow 2008, I can't believe it.