I feel like in the spirit of the New Year buzz I should be posting some type of New Year'ish fun. But I simply am out of witty neat things to say tonight. However, when I was a in elementary school (I don't remember what grade it was) I remember having to write these mock letters to imaginary people for book reports explaining what we had been forced to read. I loved these type of book reports. So, in the season of reminiscing, I feel like writing a quick letter to 2005.
Dear 2005,
As you are just about to make your approach on us, I feel as if it is necessary to speak to you about a couple of things. It is quite obvious that this should have been done for 2004, and 1999 when I think about it. 2004 was not very kind to me or my family this year. Actually, I can name other years to, but I won't put you in the middle of it. However, every year I make these resolutions, promises one could call it to you, father of time. Each year I work very hard at keeping these promises but I am becoming aware that this is just a one way street because recently you have not been keeping promises to me. I give and give, you take and take and never give back in return. So this year I am going to make it very clear, we are going to write a contract. Here is what I am willing to give if you are willing to work with me here. First of all, I am willing to be a teeny bit nicer to D even when he completely frustrates me with questions that make me want to twist my head off. I promise that instead of spewing vulgarities out of my mouth I will kindly bite my tongue and walk away. Secondly, and we'll have to see how it goes, I promise to stop being so addicted to T.V. But is it really my fault? I mean, if you feel you must blame someone you should blame D for buying that darn HD 46" T.V. It is just so purty and tempting to watch, especially those darn Sex and the City reruns that I am like glued to 3x's a week. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not promising to cancel my HBO, no no, I will not go that far. But, I can say that I will work very hard at cutting back on those intriguing reality T.V. shows. Who really can resist Trading Spouses, it's just so captivating. I do promise I will not watch Who's Your Daddy though. That 2005 is a promise I believe I can keep. Now if I am willing to give up so much T.V. you MUST consider giving me nicer weather this winter because if you don't I won't be able to go anywhere forcing me to sit on my couch and watch my disgustingly huge T.V. therefore vetoing this deal. Lastly, I promise to work on my potty mouth. No, really, that isn't a good one. I can't do that, that's just to much detoxing right now. Now here is what I need from you. This whole illness with the parental figures has just got to end, really, it's just not funny anymore. Secondly, I want more money. I totally realize I don't need more money, but I really want more. If I intend on bringing a little me into this world this year, or even consider this thought, you must bring me more money. Plain and Simple. It's driving me crazy. And Gabi is getting so big that someone must have a baby soon so I am really feeling the pressure because really I am the only viable candidate right now. Okay? Now, my last deal breaker here, I need you to improve the housing market this year. I didn't think it was very nice of 2004 to allow me to get out bid by $15,000 on my dream house, that was just cruel. Okay, so that is it. I don't think I am asking to much of you and the things I am willing to do will actually work in your favor allowing you to be remembered as an excellent year. Do you really want to be remembered the way 1999 and 2004 are? I didn't think so. You have 40 minutes left to ponder my request.
Yours Truly, Em
Now, I do need to mention that my big sis' Jenn (with my computer expertise) has redone her blog and has promised to update it or I will remove her link from my site!! Ahh...the eventual payback of the little sister. So, if you are sick of reading my site, go check hers out!
Today, 2 years ago, you bravely went where no man had the courage to venture before....you legally became part of my family and married me. For that I am grateful..I am grateful that you were able to look over all the mistakes I had made and saw me as your Princess. I am grateful that through all the confusion of our engagement, you stayed and are commitment to me even in my moodiest of days. It takes a very strong man to marry a *****, this we all know very well. I wish I had the money to buy you the most expensive gift so instead I will give you the gift of a list, it's the next best thing! So, below I have complied a list of reasons why I like being married, what I like about you, and what I enjoy about being your wife:
I love being married because:
1. I never have to be afraid of things that go bump at night because I know you'll protect me. 2. I have someone to make coffee for me on Saturday mornings even though you know that I am fake sleeping so don't have to make it. 3. I like the way you let me play reindeer games with you even after I accidentally hurt you and laugh. 4. I have my own personal chauffeur 5. I never have to put gas in the car because you always do it for me 6. I love the sound of your laugh 7. I have my own personal Computer Specialist on call 24/7 8. I love how cute your are playing with my nieces and nephews 9. Your even cuter when you get really really mad, it's funny! 10. How you get frustrated when I am being stubborn 11. You always listen to my stories 12. I can be silly around you and you act silly along with me 13. You let me love all things cats 14. You have taught me to say "I'm sorry" 15. Accept me the way I am with all my mistakes and flaws, you still love me!
Very sad thing here. I sent out 40 Handmade Christmas cards this year. I have realized of those 40 people I worked hard to get cards out to, only 10% of those people actually like me because I have only received 4 cards this year ~ 4 cards! What the heck is up with that people? I just don't get it...so next year, goodbye time consuming handmade cards, hello Dollar Store General computer generated signature cards...except for the 10% of my Christmas Card list that actually likes me, thank you 10% for keeping that Christmas Spirit alive. Of course I am still holding out just a little hope that maybe, just maybe, while I am gone next week the cards will come pouring in and I will have to eat humble pie. Please people, prove me wrong, please prove to me that I am not so pathetic that I only receive 4 cards for Christmas.
I have been having a pretty good week, very very busy but good week. I enjoy being busy because then I feel very productive. However, even with this week not having any problems I am feeling the worst I have in months. Maybe it's just the weeks and weeks of stress and worry are coming to head. Whatever the reason I do know that I am overly crabby, overly a potty mouth and just way way to teary. I hate being teary! Interesting though how 3 of my dear dear friends called me this week, almost like they had a sense I needed them, it has been well needed. Thanks so so much girls, I love each one of you muchly even though I posted the trailer conversation for all of America to see. I guess it's a small price to pay to bring a smile on your friends face. So, rather than rambling on and on about how spent I am feeling right now, I decided to post something light hearted. I received one of those silly emails where you're supposed to answer questions about yourself ~ I love those darn things ~ I thought to change it up and leave it here!
1) Name the last four things you have bought: (excluding Christmas gifts, that would ruin the fun!) a. bottle of white wine b. Italian Bread Crumbs c. Artichoke hearts
2) Name four drinks you regularly drink: 1. Coffee 2. Coffee 3. Coffee 4. Coffee
3) Last time you cried? October 20, 2004
4) What is in your CD player? Morcheeba
5)What's under your bed right now? A ton of things...I use it as extra storage!
6) What time did you wake up today? 2:15 a.m. then again at 7:15 a.m. (I love insomnia!)
7) Current hair? Light Brown w/ highlights, long w/ layers
8) Current clothes? Express tailored pants, Gap long sleeve black sweater, Gap Pink Tank, Silver belt, Franco Sarto Knee high boots ~ I look sharp, I had court today!
9) Current desktop picture? One of the pretty ones offered w/ XP
10) Current worry? Parents health Finances (not like we are struggling but I am overly panicky)
11) Current hate? Cold Cold New York Cancer Backstabbers
12) Favorite places to be? Friday Harbour, WA Cape Coral, FL My mom's house
13) Least favorite place? Cold Cold New York
14) If you could play an instrument? Guitar
15) Favorite color(s)? Pink Baby!
16) How tall are you? 5"8 1/2
17) Favorite expression? Duhhhhhhhhh!! It's not Rocket Science! (and anything else that makes stupid people recognize that they are stupid)
18) One person from your past you wish you could talk to: The mean girls who picked on me in elementary school ~ I would so set them straight
19) Favorite day(s)? Thursday evening
20) Where would you like to go? Texas to see Bari The dock at my Dad's FL house is that too much to ask?
21) Where do you want to live when you get married? Well I am married but would love to live in VA Beach (only rational place close to the fam where D can work)
22) Favorite foods? Anything with Sugar Artichokes Kale Does Coffee count as food?
23) Color of most clothes you own: Lots of Pink for layering Aqua's for Summer clothes
24) Number of pillows you sleep with? 3 ~ one to sleep on, one to hug and one to cover my head with (my answer for insomnia)
25) What do you wear when you go to sleep: Hey now, this is a family friendly sight I can't answer that question!
26) What were you doing 12AM last night: Talking with D while drifting to sleep
27) How old will you be in 10 years: 38 ~ jeez, this Princess is gettin' old!
28) What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years: God willing having my Master's and be the Executive Director of my own Women's Clinic
29) Do you have braces? Not in Junior High anymore
30) Are you paranoid? Totally ~ about weight, running out of money, my house not being clean, I know OCD 31) Do you burn or tan? Thanks to the ***** blood in me, I burn (really, no pun intended!)
32) What is the brand of your wallet? No clue, my momma bought it for me, I'm just thankful I haven't lost it yet
33) first piercing/tattoo? 2 holes per ear 1 naval piercing going on year 8
34) First enemy? Michelle Duplais
35) Last person you yelled at? the balding guy at the Photo place at Sam's Club
36) Last crush? hmmm....I don't think that should be posted for all of America!
37) The last thing you ate? Red Robin burger
So there you have it, some fun light hearted things to read...feel free to copy and paste it to an email to me...work should be a bit of a bore tomorrow so it will give me some fun reading.
So where was I....ah, yes, I think I ended with the flu. I was not lucky. Sure I didn't get it over the weekend but I was sorta hoping to feel the slightest bit sick by Monday because I really didn't have the time to be at work. Mom pulled a muscle in her incision and needed me to come home which meant I left Thursday evening only giving me 3 days to do 7 days worth of "stuff" and by "stuff" I mean 2 big card orders, decorate entire place for Christmas, go Christmas shopping, do the mountain o' laundry which had taken over the closet and all the other things that come along with being a domestic goddess such as myself that spends her days at work only to come home and....still be working. So, I felt like I was in a race and by Thursday evening at the airport all out of steam I was just unbearable to be around. You could compare my temperament to that of a overly exhausted 3 year old after a day at the pool. Granted I didn't have temper tantrum right there in the airport ~~ which was quite tempting as I get a bit annoyed each time at what are government calls security which is no more than McDonald's employees frisking me for kicks ~~ oops, wrong soap box ~~ but rather I called my mom with tears in my eyes asking if I could come home. Although I was there to perform numerous manual labor tasks which she is now incapable of doing, it was just what I needed, my mom's shoulder to cry on (of course I didn't really cry as I don't have tear duct so really I just complained with a whiney tone). Coming back to Albany yesterday was just sad and I was very bitter to be back, trust me, D can vouch for that one. Even the cookies and Nachos weren't enough to lift my spirits.
Alright, I forgot my point...ah yes, catching up from the last post...so before leaving for D.C. my four days were as hectic as could be (as I mentioned) not only on the homefront, but also at work. With the "new girl" now gone, all of my tedious paperwork has landed back on my desk, but trust me, I would much rather put up with that than her squealy little voice. Oh, and yes, I did put up my Christmas decorations but am still going around with my Buh Humbug attitude because now I am thinking how much work it will be when I have to get them put away. Vicious cycle my friends, my life has become a bubble of frustration.
But one thing that has made me chuckle numerous times tonight, and mind you it is very uncool that I even post this, but it IS the only thing that has had be chuckling for a hours recently, so it deserves it's time here. If I were to name this post it would be called:
The one thing you never thought you'd have to ask your friend
My old roommate from college gave me call tonight. Normally I ignore the call and let the answering machine pick it up and promise that I will reconnect with her at a later time. Well, 2 weeks ago I did answer her phone call too which she informed me she was pregnant again and due anytime. So when she called tonight I knew why she was calling and figured she deserved it, I mean, the girl just pushed out a watermelon for crying out loud. Well, our conversations are typically one sided, she does the talking and I do the listening. It's been that way since she had her first child 3 years ago. I didn't really agree with her marrying the baby's father when she found out she was pregnant, the guy is a scumb bag and has been so since college. You know, we go through the phase of dating these kinds of guys during that time of our life but you leave them were their supposed to be, at college, you don't go marrying them, even if you are pregnant (no offense to any guy I knew in college that is not directed at you). Of course it would have helped if he went to college but oh no, he was always looking for that perfect job. But, she didn't heed my friendly advice and the wedding took place with a Salvation Army reception (no joke, it really did). Since then she has been talking up her life like it is one big pimp party ~~ I can read that girl like a book and know it is all a front ~~ but I listen because I love her dearly and patronize her. Tonight she was going on and on about how when they get their tax return she is going to pay off their truck, sell there home and build a log cabin (the log cabin thing also makes me laugh just a little). So, here is the punch line, out of pure curiosity and trying to keep up I had to ask "So, do you live in a single wide or a double wide" to which she answered "Single wide, it is a '99 model, we should be able to get $16,000 for it"
Now, no offense to those of you who grew up in a trailer, really. Please don't go and send me poison pen letters. But, I am a snob and I just find this quite comical really. But she doesn't have anything to prove. I already know that she had a better head on her shoulders than I ever did. She did all the right things in college that I didn't do. But, really, now if you insist on comparing, fine, you win, hands down. Yes, that college degree is paying off. Okay, no, that was mean, I take it back. Really.
Before I begin this post, this captivating look into my thoughts for this week, I must say that I am feeling much better about the "Mac" incident. So much better that I have decided to remove it's humiliation from this site. Of course, if some of you missed it, I would be more than happy to email it to you...it's a pretty good read especially at 1 a.m. when you just can't sleep. I spoke to Cheese tonight and she was just so sweet, her normal sweet self that any grudge I might had held against her just seemed silly....really, Cheese is sweetheart. I did hear Mac speak in the background and I still felt a pang of frustration but figured, aye, what the heck, I got my revenge, even if it was only posted for a couple of days. What did make me laugh a little was when Cheese asked Mac a question referring to me, it did it's typical Mac tone, the one it uses when Cheese refers to someone it is mad (ie: tantruming about) at! But seriously...if you didn't get a chance to read it, please let me email it to you...it's a classic!
So I found this week to be quite interesting, totally off the bell shape curved compared to other weeks. Ahhh....how different your opinions become when you face them head on. What do I mean by that? Let's go back to Wednesday ~~ well, really we should go back to let's say 1 month ago when I told my flighty directors about this darn case ~~ we received a call at the Agency from our attorney who wanted to know if we would be going to court on Thursday. Of course neither directors had a clue to what he was talking about, so what do you do when you're complete yoyo's? Blame Emily and tell the attorney she never told you about that case...hmmm...well, that's a story for another day. The point is that I had to go to court on Thursday to basically prove to the Judge that this dead beat jerk's consent is not necessary to proceed with this adoption. While there though the couple who is wanting to adopt had to bring with them their 2 girls. Unfortunately both parents had to be in court at the same time, so, the Attorney and I took turns sitting with the girls while their mom's were in court.............(pause)..............(pause).....okay, did you catch that part? I thought I'd give you time....but yep, you read right, this particular couple is what us Americans call a same sex lesbian couple who are raising these amazing little girls. Alright, now, remember how I mentioned in the last post how these are my opinions and you are welcomed to disagree? Keep that in mind, but do it with an open one. Even before the mom's left the room, the little 4 1/2 year old had already been put in time out and the 8 year old was sternly reminded of the rules with "Momma" reminding her that she must listen to Mrs. ****. Of course I looked around the room to find this extra person in our party and realized she was talking about me! I was shocked! Typical parents these day don't even know about the first thing when it comes to edict and what to call an adult...and the girls listened b/c about 2 minutes later they both asked Mrs. **** if they could use have some water....they didn't call me Mrs. Emily or Emily or Hey you...but actually used their manners, and I thought that manners were just so taboo in today's society! Of course, I have no problem with Mrs. Emily...atleast the Mrs. is thrown in there, but I wasn't going to complain. Well, for the next half hour I sat with these incredible children as the 8 yr. old spoke to me with the vocabulary of a child twice her age! She told me about her Momma having cancer and needing special medicine that made her hair go away. She told me that many women survive this type of breast cancer her Momma had....yeah, she used that term with out hesitation. At the same time her 4 1/2 yr. old sister split a cup of water all over the floor. I jumped up to get napkins telling her to stay put....and to my shock...she did!! When I came back she really had no intention of helping, so I told her, you made the mess, you clean it up. "Okay Mrs. ****" was her only reply and she (of course I helped) did it, no complaints. I could just go on with example after example of how these two little girls just shocked me. How they obeyed and used their manners. How they were able to carry on conversations about the world other than the latest T.V. show. Actually, it turns out neither of them had a favorite show...but they had many favorite books and games to tell me about. And I could go on about how normal and perfectly grounded they were. So, what is my point exactly? Well, being raised in the faith I was, their parents lifestyle is right up there on the top 10 list of Don'ts....and #2b would be Don't like those who commit sin #2. I don't agree with their lifestyle, heck their are a lot of lifestyles I don't agree with. But, the point is, I know many more heterosexual parents who really deserve the suckiest parent award. Their children make me cringe so much that I refuse to see these people while their nightmares they've created are awake. I've also seen many kids from heterosexual families who have absolutely no clue, they are plopped in front of the noise box and think books were made for coasters only. But these kids...they were awesome and so confident. Am I saying hey, we all must go out and become Lesbians in order to be better parents? Duhhhh...of course not ya' yoyo (and I apologize if you weren't thinking that, that wasn't directed at you) What I am saying though is that any stereotype I might have had against them and their ability to parent and produce grounded kids ~~ well, let's just say I need to develop a new theory.
In other news, I totally keep on forgetting to post this.....the "New Girl" quit!! Yep, already, she has thrown in the towel after only 2 months! Can I say told ya so? How long did it take me to realize how plastic she was, ummmm....maybe after like 1 day of her joyful employment, and how long has it taken the rest of my brainwashed employees? Still waiting for them to admit it, but I think it would be fair to say 2 months!
I hope all have a splendid weekend. I sure as heck will try. I think I am getting sick, which really sucks because it's the weekend and I wanted to put up the Christmas Tree and hang some decorations so I stop going around saying "Buh Humbug" to everyone...please please flu can you wait until Monday?
