Nablopomo ends today

I made, 30 posts in 30 days. I have to give a HUGE thanks to my husband. Eric sends me all kinds of crap, I mean stuff in e-mails. I hang on to them because I can't throw them away. Oh but it works out perfectly when I need a post. The Year book yourself and your children, he sent those to me ages ago.

My FAVORITE, The best post EVER. That one I will be thankful for always. I wonder Victor, what DID happen with Marjorie? We may never know. Also my Warning post. That photo can change your whole life.

The point is, the man gives me stuff to work with. It helps keep my blog interesting (I hope) and helps clean up my e-mail. hee hee

So congrats to those of you who also completed your 30 posts in 30 days. It IS harder than you would think! Maybe a prize will come our way...

My girls

Favorite Holiday from work

I decided that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday from work. Here are my thoughts behind this; already I am off two extra days. We usually have this week as casual as well. I took Wednesday off because Siobhan is off school. This is something I will attempt to do every year.

On Thanksgiving Eric and I are very low key. Basically we have one big meal for the day but it does not require us being in the kitchen all day. I buy a Honey Baked Ham which requires nothing and spend maybe 30-45 minutes on everything else. Therefore I am not tired or overwhelmed or even busy. I enjoy my day.

So this year I had FIVE days off work with only one of those as vacation time and it is only Friday and I feel as though I have been off work for a week already. It is because there isn't anything I HAVE to do. I am not driving around, picking up and dropping off. I don't have to go anywhere or do anything other than those things I want to.

Now, on Christmas I will have quite a few days off as well. I think I will be off nine days but they will be busy days. Shopping, getting ready, Christmas, cleaning up, food shopping, New Years. Busy. A break from going to work but not from work.

Last night the kids watched movies. We rarely watch more than one movie around here per weekend so that was a nice treat for everyone. So when I say a favorite holiday from work I mean just that. A favorite holiday FROM work.

A little funny for Thanksgiving

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

Year Book Yourself and your children

Tagged

I was tagged by Jen

1.What is your funniest childhood story? I don't know but I like to tell the one where I pulled out a big chuck of my BFF's hair. Melissa, you got me back though!

2. What would your dream dress look like if you could design it? It would be red, feel like jeans and I would look HOT in it which basically means I would be dreaming.

3. What weird habit does your hubby have? He will NOT take anything from the front. If it is a magazine or a box of cereal, he will take the one BEHIND the one in front.

4. How many cookbooks are in your kitchen? None, dining room. Unless you count my computer which is what I use on those rare occurrences I actually cook.

5. Granny panties or Victoria Secret girl? Whatever is on sale and then whatever is clean

6. Favorite memory from 2008- hmmm, this one is really hard. So I will say it is still coming up.

7. I secretly...want to own a bookstore. A little corner, family run bookstore.

8. I could really go for...rain. It is supposed to rain, but who knows.

9.We are going to have a big snow storm and you will find me..in shock since it doesn't really snow in Southern California. I would be inside with a fire and a great book and movie (yes at the same time) and some hot chocolate.

10. I knew he was the one...when he told me no. He knows what I mean and that is all that matters.

I tag no one, but play if you want to

Response to Best Post Ever

Because it is so good, I will talk about it again. Eric will often play music through our surround sound and play a variety of things. (Tattoo singing is NOT one of my favorites The following video is a song he often tortures me with. (okay it is a little funny)



But one day he starts playing

THIS and I was thinking "What the hell". I hear these people talking and then he turns it off. I told him "Hey put that back on, I was enjoying that". I could TOTALLY hang with that guy. The fact that she has to practically beg him to get FIFTEEN dollars for a hair cut is the reason women should have their own money. Oh gosh, check it out

AGAIN It is SO worth it!

Best Post Ever

Okay, prepare yourselves for my best post ever. I have been waiting and waiting for some way to post this amazing post. I have known I was going to make this post for over two months. My husband has assisted me so that all of YOU may enjoy something we have enjoyed for a full TWO months.

Some of you may not find it amazing. You might even think I have a screw loose, and if that is the case, ppfffttt you know nothing! Nothing I say!

I wish I could leave this post for days as it is well worth it, but since I must blog once a day...it shall find itself reposted or possible a side link later.

Have I built up your interested yet? Okay, let me tell you about my little post. This was originally a record album, you remember those right? Those big black round things that go on a record player. The idea behind this record was that you would play it when you were out and leave it on to repeat itself so people would think you were home.

The topics of conversation are classic. My favorite is when he asked for a black coffee and then proceeds to ask for her to add cream and sugar later. Good stuff

So click the link and at the bottom of this page, once it opens a new window (thanks for doing this Eric) you will find the little play button, click on it and prepare yourself for some odd entertainment.

Play it Safe

*Warning*

*Warning*
There is no way the following photo will not provoke some serious emotion. I fight the tears back every time I see it. It brings raw emotion.


"His picture of an emaciated girl collapsing on the way to a feeding centre, as a plump vulture lurked in the background, was published first in The New York Times and The Mail & Guardian, a Johannesburg weekly. The reaction to the picture was so strong that The New York Times published an unusual editor's note on the fate of the girl. Mr Carter said she resumed her trek to the feeding centre. He chased away the vulture."


See the link here

Red Light

Eric sent me this link. This cat cracks me up. You know the cat does it all the time and they finally decided to get it on video. oh man, crazy ninja cat

My mom got hitched

My mom married Andy yesterday in Hawaii. I seriously don't think I have ever seen such a blue sky! Congrats Mom and Andy!

Early Night

Feels like an early night. Might actually miss Grey's Anatomy. It was probably the bath that did me in.

Woot off in effect yesterday and continuing. Ahh, Andrea got Bag of Crap. Totally jealous. I have been wooting for years and I have only got calendar crap. I think I may have to go check her mail for her. hee hee

I know, crap post, but keeps me in the running.

My favorite Dr. Horrible Song

Go and buy Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog at iTunes. I LOVE it!

more about me

We left off with my mom remarried. I guess the guy was okay, but at some point I didn't like him anymore. Probably more pre-teen crap than anything else. Here is how I see it but not actually what happened (just goes to show you how we think ALL about ourselves). I had a friend over and my step dad told me to put away the dishes. I said I will do it when Scott leaves and he said no you do it now. I screamed I hate you and went in my room and cried. I think I told my mom I wanted to go live with my dad.

I don't know how it really happened but that is what I remember.

My mom and I went (another day) to the store. We came out and by our car was my dad. Just like nothing. Oh how I cried. I was so happy. We ended up moving out to CA with him. My brother Tony got married and they moved with us (shortly afterwards). It seems my parents were "talking" and got back together. It wasn't until I was about 22 that I learned it wasn't because of my "I hate you" to my step dad.

My mom promised I could take my dog, Bilbo. We moved and no Bilbo. I cried all the time. One night my dad picked me up from skating and said your mom wants to talk to you in your room. I walked in and was knocked down by Bilbo (German Shepherd/St. Bernard mix). I was so happy. I loved that damn dog!

Where is Di?

I am probably right here, in front of my computer. Recently Netflix upgraded the watch instantly to allow for Mac's OS. I am in awe. We have unlimited "instant viewing". I am taking advantage of it too. I have watched the whole first season of Weeds. (A little different, a lot of fowl language, but I like it). I will watch Season 2 and hopefully by then Season 3 will be available instantly. This is GREAT as there are many shows/movies I want to see that no one else will care too.

So, if you are looking for me, here I am. I just can't see you or hear you (I have my head phones on) but I am here. Even if I am not here.

Siobhan skating

Siobhan was invited to a skate party Saturday. This is her first time skating. I have done my two youngest children a disservice. I spent MANY years skating. I probably started when I was about 6. I spent at least every weekend skating. Growing up I would spend at least 8 hours a weekend skating. We would have overnight skates when I literally would not stop skating for 14 hours, and I haven't even taken the little one's. Shameful. I have thought about getting some skates so I can go. Siobhan says she wants to go now. Diego tried but gave up pretty easily. Hmmm, maybe

fire

If you haven't heard, the fires are raging in Orange County. The sky is like something out of a movie. The sky is orange, the sun looks red. There is ash flying all over the place. There are two places for evacuation in Orange County and one is our local high school. They are accepting pets too. It is seriously scary. Usually it is only in grassy areas but last count I heard was 30 houses in Yorba Linda alone. Seriously scary.

My husbands comment to the photo below

There aren't even words

borrowed from http://lpcoverlover.com/2008/09/28/god-have-mercy/

A little bit about me

I was born in July 1969 (I'm 39 STOP doing the math). I have three brothers. Mark, David and Tony. They are 8, 6 and 5 years older than me. We lived in Southern California but moved to a small town in Tennessee when I was about 5.

My dad's co-worker also moved from California to Tennessee and they lived on the street behind us. There were no fences then so Melissa and I spent every minute together. We are still friends.

We had a 3 bedroom house and I was jealous because my brothers got to share a room. I used to crawl in there because I liked hearing them talk. I had one of those play phones you could listen and I would leave one in there and take the other one with me.

My parents got divorced when I was 7. My dad left on April Fools Day. It was raining.

My dad just moved to the next town and I think we spent most weekends with him. After a while he moved back to California. My parents gave us the choice of where/who we wanted to go with. I think that is when Mark left, I just wanted to be wherever Tony was.

We would visit my dad in the summer. I had a whole other set of friends in California. I would see them every year. My dad's parents and sister lived out here. My mom's mom lived here too. We would visit everyone and be spoiled like crazy.

At some point David moved out to Ca with my dad. My mom re-married.

...more next time

working hard

Been super busy at work lately. Going in early, not staying late. ha ha I can't, I have to pick up the kids.I LOVE it though!

We have a wedding this weekend. Siobhan has a skating party and K has a homecoming game. Busy, busy, busy

So you think you can dance?

Dead inside

I have come to a conclusion. When my died, some of me died with him. What I mean is, I am a bit dead inside. I feel as though I will never be the same.

I don't know if it was because it was unexpected. Well, he had a type of leukemia but he could have lived for many many years with it.

I believe I had a very special relationship with my dad. We were very alike in many ways. Even when I was a pain in the arse teenager, I would love to hold his hand. I would sit RIGHT next to him. My grandparents used to laugh at me. I didn't care.

When I got the call that my dad died, we were in the car waiting in the parking lot for K to finish her dance class. I got a call from Eric's Aunt who lived across the street that there was an ambulance at my dad's house. I called and spoke to my dad's wife who said they wouldn't do anything for him. I sort of remember handing the phone to Eric. I was seriously on the verge of freaking out. He said they were taking him to the hospital so I thought everything was okay.

I dropped everyone off at home and headed to the hospital. I remember talking to my good friend Natalie who lost her dad about a year before, I said "no one dies on a Tuesday right?" I got to the hospital and I should have known something was wrong when someone came out and got me. NO ONE takes you where you are going, you follow the colored line on the floor.

I walked into the room where my Dad's wife was crying and as I walked in the doctor walked in, or he was there, I am really not sure. He said "I am sorry, we did everything we could". I surprised myself and calmly thanked him and asked if we could see him as my dad's wife was crying hard. He let us know that he would have a tube still in his mouth. We walked it and it was...odd. I mean there he was. Just laying there. Not moving.

Don't get me wrong. I have seen dead people before. My grandparents, Eric's family members, I was familiar with death. At some point my dad's neighbor John and his wife came by. I calmly went out and told them what happened. Called my brothers. Called my mom. I put off calling Eric. That would make it too real.

Finally I called him. I held it together. I remember putting myself across my dad and thinking "why doesn't he hold me?" Isn't that odd? I went to my dad's house and was there for a few hours. I went home and slept. When I woke up the next morning there was a HUGE spray of flowers from my friend Hope. I sat on the couch, when I saw them I started crying.

I think from the moment I felt I had to be relaxed I did myself a disservice. I should have let go in the beginning. I think I still hold back.

Songs make me cry. Nothing makes me cry. But I never really "got it out" I think it died. I think part of me died. I will never be completely the same. I will never be as carefree. I will never be the me I once was.

Check out my...

Twinkie the Kid. No, that is Diego. He is holding Twinkie the Kid. We were at the 99 cent store and I saw this at the checkout. I had K search for more but she couldn't find them. Classic! You put a twinkie inside. As if you would only eat one!

games

If you have a Mac and want to try games out before you buy them. This site allows you to play for an hour and then it quits or you can buy it. I really like that idea. An hour gives me a great idea of if I will like a game or not. Sometimes it just lets you go to a certain level. Anyway, just an FYI!

Macgamestore

Mad Men

This is my current desk top. Have you ever seen Mad Men? It is on AMC and they just finished Season 2. Eric got Season 1 on Netflix and we were hooked from the first episode.

An Ad Agency, 1960. It is amazing to see how differently women were treated in the work place back then. Not so long ago. You see into each person's life. The story line is amazing and very believable. I am hoping Season 2 comes out on DVD so we are able to watch it before Season 3 starts.

You should check it out!

My husband delivers

Thursday morning I woke up and I said to Eric, "you should find something that will turn on our music from the computer in the morning". He said there is something like that. I come home from work only to find that he not only knew about it but had already purchased it with something other things a few months ago.

I set it up last night and this morning, as I stepped out of the shower I heard music. The computer in the kitchen connects wirelessly to the surround sound in the living room and ta da, my tunes. Wonderful.

It was a little difficult to pick a playlist. What do I want to hear in the morning? It is different everyday. You can set it up all kinds of ways but I will enjoy this. You can snooze it too. How cute is that?

Just when you think you know someone

I spoke to my mom today. She is glad Prop 8 passed. WHAT? Who are you? My mom does not care if people are gay so this took by surprise. I honestly thought she wouldn't want it to pass. Wow. I still love her, I guess. ha ha Just surprised is all.

hodgepodge

I dig the time change. I like it dark when I leave work. I like it dark early. Of course, come summer I will be ready for it to be light again, but for now...

OH, I know I forgot to mention something. For those of you who might stop won't know this but the rest of you do. I HATE Wal-Mart. I don't mean I hate shopping there because it is crowded or the store is dirty. I hate the company. I found out that my daughter (who KNOWS how both her dad I feel) and I thought she felt the same way bought something from there. Bought it and put it in her purse to hide that she even went there. WTH? She better NEVER say another stand up for people rights and bag on Wal-Mart. For those of you who knew Krystal, may she rest in peace. ha ha

I don't get at KFC either.

Diego made cookies

Times, they are a changin

You thought this would be about the new President Elect but no, about the time. Daylight Savings time to be exact.

Last night when my children were ready to pass out about 8:15, I remembered that last year we had a few blissful weeks where the little one's went to bed early. They get tired so early. I wonder if it is because it is so dark outside. Whatever the reason they were ready at 8 (usually go to bed at 9). You can bet tonight I will be keeping a close eye on signs of tiredness and rushing them to bed.

I LOVE my children. I LOVE spending time with them, but if I can take advantage of an extra hour for five or so days once a YEAR, I am all over it.

For all those of you who thought this post would be about Obama. There is no need. The people have spoken all over this great land of ours. He won by a landslide if you will. I can't wait to see what happens.

Yes we can and yes we did!

Good election song, we just disagree

I am off

I am off to vote. Casting my vote. Letting America know where I stand. Letting my voice be heard. What an amazing thing. Odd to know there are people out there who CHOOSE not to be heard. Not to be counted. They think one vote doesn't count. One vote counts. One vote makes a difference.

Let others know how you feel, what you think, how YOU believe. Today is such an important day. Both my husband and I agree that today should be a holiday. People should be off, stores closed, so that the whole US should unite at how important this day is.

I am so excited. I will be online checking for every bit of info I can get. Ahhhh

Scared

To be honest, I am scared. I am nervous. I put my faith in American's last election and look how that turned out. What if people vote for more of the same? What if there isn't any change? My tummy rumbles at the thought of it. I know not everyone who reads this feels that Obama should be the next President but I am sure they want something other than Bush. I think no matter what we will be better off. We have to be!

Eric and I wondered what kind of world our children would be living in four years ago and look. Scary. I am scared. I guess putting my words out there don't help, still scared.

I have taken the day off tomorrow. I want to follow every BIT of election coverage I can get. I care what happens. It matters to me. I am also scared about a few propositions passing. God help us all.

A bit sweet and a little scary

We had record breaking Trick or Treaters this year. They came in waves of course. I guess the kids who were a Marching Band never made it to us but they were good. We could hear them a few streets over.

I love seeing the little kids coming all dressed up. We were on the front porch, had all the house lights off with creepy music/screaming in the background. Kids could not help but look inside. I think we might need to set something up for next year.

Playing the bed game

Oh yeah it is time to blog once a day EVERY day this month. Luckily I have a few friends to help keep me on track.

Last night Diego came in our room crying. He climbed up in bed with us and we all went to sleep. After a few knees in the back and the realization that he wasn't going to go anywhere, I decided to leave. Eric says that Siobhan is on the couch. What the heck?!

This morning found Diego with Daddy, Siobhan on the couch and me in Siobhan's bed. Oh my back....

Family love. Eric and I need a king size bed.