May 30, 2007
The Gods Are Smiling
It is a sunny day, my plate is empty at work so I can clean my pigsty of an office, I have great friends, and I'm healthy.
*best accent* "Thanking I am, to the Gods for this wonderful day."
*smile*
Twinkie gets it, doesn't she!
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May 28, 2007
Where's My Bed?
Just Damn - to borrow a phrase.
I had a wonderful weekend. I am truly blessed to have such wonderful friends!
While enroute to Texas to visit my dear friends and christen their new home with my ascerbic wit, I had day dreams of dove breasts wrapped in bacon . . . mmmmmm! I could eat those now . . . I expected to see the Kitchen Diva herself and the Wee One to greet me at the airport, but to my delight it was the Kitchen Diva-aka-Christina and Zonker himself!
What a sweet guy! He even carried my bags, the weekend was off to a fabulous start! Cause I loves me some Zonker!
We hooked up with my very dear friend Richmond and off we went to Casa Del Feisty where I met the "cat daddy" his own-self - Sam and his fabulous wife, and Michele and her wonderful husband for gumbo. MMMM Gumbo . . . Not to be outdone, Sweet One and Wee One and Feisty friend Susan showed up for the party. A fine addition they were! I cannot tell you how pleased I am to add these wonderful folks to my growing list of friends.
After some pun-fun where I learned that "it is not easy being Japanese in America, especially when one is Chinese", a fine game of ladies poker ensued, where I was certainly outmatched as it was my "first time". Hell, at least I wasn't out first! I took from that game a new understanding of the term "all-in".
Saturday brought french croissants for breakfast and the best damn jelly I have ever eaten! THANK YOU MAWMAW! And then we all dug in to prepare the food for the Casa Del Feisty Memorial Weekend Extravaganza!
Roast pig, wontons, forgotten cobbler, fruit tart, cakes, potato salad, corn dip, crack . . . am I forgetting anything? Oh yeah, you salivating on the keyboard - eat your heart out!
The entire day was spent eating, getting to know new and wonderful friends (with wonderful taste), enjoying friends I've met before, eating and laughing until my sides split. Since it is late and I am tired - exhausted really, I will leave you with 30 parting nuggets and a practical words of wisdom:
1. Sweet One shall forever be known to me as Twinkie - love you girl!
2. You never refuse a Feisty offer for food;
3. It is possible to have "vowels coming out [of one's] ass";
4. There is such a thing as too much kitty;
5. I am loud and obnoxious;
6. Zonker looks fetching in a sombrero;
7. "Here kitty, kitty!"
8. The blue boys are stuck at home- "run blue boy-run!";
9. Scrabble is an adversarial game;
10. Trouble is an adversarial game;
11. All-in is TMI;
12. Goats and cats really do get along;
13. What do you get when you mix a chink, a twink and a pink at the same table? T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
14. HEAHHHH! doesn't translate as well on paper;
15. Snake Farm - it just sounds nasty;
16. Snake Farm - pretty much is;
17. Snake Farm - its a reptile house;
18. Snake Farm - ooohwhahhh;
19. Crack - mmmmmmm;
20. Wee One is a fabulous interior decorator;
21. Qi doesn't mean what you think it means;
22. MMMM. Gumbo;
23. MMMM. Pig;
24. My purity score is 34%, Whew!
25. B.A. Barracus was at the BBQ (in spirit anyway);
26. Shazaam!
27. MMMM. Doves . . .
28. Richmond can whistle without moving anything on her face . . . Ma-Na-Ma-Na . . .
29. It is not possbile to have too much fun in the company of such fine people;
30. I have the best damn friends in the universe - and I am blessed to know each of them.
Now, I am going to retire to bed and shed a tear cause I am missing some fabulous people. Can't wait to see you all again soon, hopefully the time till then will go quickly.
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May 24, 2007
It is the little things
So, in all my stress filled angst, I forget the little things. The Boy reminded me of some yesterday.
I'm preparing for a trip, last minute prep, food in the fridge - let me stop here and explain - My husband is a trained chef. But, for some unknown reason, when I go away even for a couple days, he forgets he knows how to cook and so he doesn't. I call and say "what have you eaten" he says "I couldn't find anything". So, I leave the house fully stocked in the hopes he will feed my son.
So, where was I, oh yes, I'm preparing. Washing and folding clothes. the whole nine yards. The boy comes out in Spider Man underwear as if he has just swung from a building, holding a small comb in his hair and says: "Mama! Don't I look sharp?" Did I mention the comb in his hair - like a pik in a banger's hair?
Much laughter ensues.
Then it is bed time, where for the five millionth time we discuss why his bed is where he sleeps and not where he goes for punishment when he says: "I can't sleep let's eat pie."
Since he is of course a boy after my own heart, down the stairs we went. The DH was getting home at that time 11:45 p.m. (my boy doesn't sleep at night). He fixed himself a meatball sandwich or two and the Boy and I got into some mighty yummy banana creme pie.
There we were, the three of us, sitting at the counter in the kitchen having meatballs and banana pie. The boy, with creme all over his face turns to the DH and says, "So, talk to me, tell me about your day." Pie shot out of my nose!
So we "discuss" recent events - like the car accident my babysitter's family was in on Thursday with my son in the car. He wasn't injured because he and their son were not in their car seats but were laying flat on the seats with seatbelts around them and arms crossed at their chests (they had fallen asleep). Had either of them been in car seats, they would have been injured! Anyway, the DH says that when he got to the scene, the police were asking the requisite questions when they asked what my son's name etc. was and he said:
"My name is [boy]. I live in [west podunk] on [our road]. My birthday is March 10 but I can't remember the year. I am four." Apparently the cop was duly impressed - as was I.
So, at 12:15 a.m. this morning we talked about current events, pretended to "enhance our mental capacity and unlock untold secrets of the mind" (too much tv, sorry) with banana creme pie and laughed until our sides hurt.
It is the little things.
So, this morning as I dressed for work and looked over at the sleeping DH and Boy - who still managed to end up in my bed - I took in their similarities. The identical sleeping pose, the hair lines - the penchant for late night pie - and I said wistfully - "It's the little things" and off to work I went.
Have a fabulous day Y'all.
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May 23, 2007
Is it ever easy?
So, my friends are all going through various trials and tribulations as am I. Work - hectic, life - hectic, downtime? What downtime . . . When does it slow down?
As you all know, the campaign trail was stressful, but I learned a great deal. Just when I am set to actually relax for the first time in months, more stress.
Seriously y'all. I've a sign on my forehead that says "Welcome to the Jungle".
But, for the first time in many months, I will be taking a weekend for myself. On Friday, I'm off to visit with some dear friends - I cannot wait.
The stresses that have been weighing me down for the last several days will disappear for a few and I can sip the proverbial drink by the pool.
I cannot wait.
When I return, I will deal with more of life's stresses. Blah. You know, try to slow down, smell the daisies . . .
So, to cheer me up - and you too, check out the picture in the extended!
And this one seems only fitting . . .
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May 22, 2007
Stalker Update 2
He is gone. He stopped calling and bothering me when I lost the election on Tuesday.
I feel liberated in a way. I was watching my back, watching my yard, watching my dog and now, I'm not so suspicious.
Guess he figured I wasn't important since I lost and has moved on to bigger fish!
Yay!
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May 21, 2007
Sorry Ladies!
My camera died. Caput. Alas, no hunky fireman pictures . . . but I must say . . .
WOW!
just wow . . .
On another note - did you know they make public dog washes? Too fricken cool!
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May 18, 2007
Firemen!
Since I lost my election, I am going to treat myself this weekend!!
Raspberry sparkeltini and an entire conference center packed with firemen!
YOU HEARD ME! I'm going to a fire expo. Look out! Don't worry, I packed my camera - can't wait to see the scot-firemen in their kilts . . .
Yippee!!!
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May 15, 2007
Thank you.
To everyone that said prayers and other nice things. To everyone who thought good thoughts. To all my friends - YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
Thank you.
I lost. Badly. Really badly . . . I guess what has been proven for me is that if you raise in excess of $100,000.00 in a local contest for Judge, you will beat pitiful me - and everyone else - who didn't raise any money - (except the four bumper stickers I sold - thank you again) - but spent my life savings (don't worry, it wasn't that much) on some ads and a mailing.
I don't think this endeavor is worth repeating - not for me anyway. ACK! But I am truly thankful for all your good wishes and nice thoughts. Thank you again.
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May 10, 2007
Palooza-head
Totally ripped off this one from Jenna!
Create Your Own PaloozaHead - Visit Lollapalooza.com
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May 09, 2007
Election 2007 - Reprise
Well, Tuesday, May 15, 2007 is the moment of truth.
It is the moment when I discover whether my plan not to fundraise has been a serious hinderance to my campaign. It is the moment when I learn whether I have actually appealed to the voters.
I need all the help I can get as I was out-spent by upwards of $140,000 by two different candidates (who each raised more than $70,000.00) and by not so much, but still a lot, by others.
So, if you are plugged into the Big Guy, or you worship trees, bees or sexy knees - send some good waves this way. I've got the rest of this week and this weekend to make an impact - so if you have prayers to spare, can a borrow a few?
Thanks!
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May 04, 2007
Stalker Update
The cops have been called after he called my home 14 times yesterday.
They say there is nothing they can do as he hasn't "threatened" me or my family in anyway.
They said they would go "talk with him and tell him to stop calling". But as I said, he has a major issue - from his messages - with the police and injustice, so I know that will simply set him off. I prefer to have his anger over injustice pointed at the police and not squarely at me.
So, Mr. Shiney remains at my side. The authorities don't see it as an issue, except that it is harassment and I could file a private complaint against him and take him to small claims court, what is the point?
So, we ride it out. Hopefully he doesn't get angry with me and get even more stalky.
We shall see. Par for the course I guess. Nothing in my life has been easy these last few weeks, so I am just going to say it is THE BIG GUY's way of saying - "hang in there, you have a good thing coming your way in a couple weeks" . . . Should I buy a gavel yet?
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May 03, 2007
Houston, We Have a Problem
Or rather, I have a problem.
I wasn't going to put this out there, but hey, what are the interwebs for after all?
I have got myself a stalker. Seriously, and one of the worst kind. A political one.
He has come to my home, he calls several times a day and he scares the ever living you know what out of me.
He calls to rant about political injustices - none of which make any sense at all, and none of which have anything to do with the race I am running.
At one point during a message he left at my home yesterday, he was yelling so loudly, I expect he popped a vein.
My hubby is on nights so I slept with Mr. Shiney last night and I left the house with Mr. Shiney's smaller cousin this a.m. I locked my door! I never lock my door. We live 2/10ths of a mile from the road, no need to lock the door - till now.
He actually came to my home though, so that is what makes me nervous. The guy is off his nut.
He has been arrested before for stalking a teacher he didn't like. Arrested for harassing his ex-wife. I'm seeing a pattern.
One message he left at my home was that he had stopped at several attorneys' offices in the area to rant about some police injustice. He is not affiliated with those attorneys.
Seriously, I'm not sure what to do. He knows where I live!
Mr. Shiney is well oiled and fully loaded with some hollow points . . . other than that, I know not what to do. Any suggestions?
Oh, and I've not involved the authorities as I think that will really set him off.
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