~LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT...KIND OF LIKE PLAYDOUGH~

A little late but never the less, funny!  This afternoon I have been trying to track down boss man.  A client is in town today for the afternoon only. He was hoping to meet with Dan. He called and left a message. He came by our office when I was at lunch and Dan had gone to lunch hours earlier. He called again from the electrical engineers office and I let him know I would call boss man on his cell phone. Boss man did not pick up when I called.  This client later showed up at the office on his way back to the airport(our office is less than a mile from the airport). Boss man was of course not here. The client was going over some plans with me, telling me what they needed, wanted, showing me the old mechanical and plumbing drawings, etc. The phone rings, I am hoping it’s boss man. NOPE!

On the phone is one of our old employees that was a drafter here. Very sweet, give you the shirt off your back, feed you daily with food left over from his families restaurants. LOVE HIM. First words out of his mouth..DO YOU KNOW WHERE DAN IS? No..do you I say. He said..”YUP, I went up the VIP room at TD’s( strip club) and there was boss man getting himself a lap dance, I said oh shit and got the fuck out of there before he saw me”.  

I did everything I could do to keep myself in check while the ex employee is telling me this. The client was in our office still, waiting for me to get off the phone.  I told the ex employee were going to need to talk soon cause that is super funny and I want to hear all about that!

 HMPH!!!!

Do you ever, or have you ever felt like you were not raised in the right part of the country, state, city etc? Even that you were not raised by the right people like your parents, grandparents, etc?  The feeling that you should have been raised in a different part of the country, a different state or city or even raised by different people?

I know it sounds kind of strange, but that is kind of how I feel. I don’t match the part of the country I was raised in, I don’t blend with the state I was raised in, I don’t mesh with the city I was raised in.  Almost as if I was born in a different part of this country, in another state and then died and came back to this part of the country, this state I live in.   Weird I know. I won’t go into detail. I just wanted to get that out there. LOL!

I was reading a persons blog I am beginning to get to know recently and she spoke about LABELS and being LABELED.  Labels on everything from Labeling a person to the labels in her pantry. She decided to see if she could do away with all labels in her life, to include pantry labels.  Items with boxes were removed from their labeled boxes and left in their bags or put into other containers like baggies or Tupperware, canned goods ripped of their labels, etc. At first I thought this funny, I certainly got where she was coming from with the whole LABELS theme. Then I got to thinking about my pantry and taking the labels off all my stuff. I darn near had a panic attack. How would I organize my stuff, how would I group things together the way they are ment to be grouped. Obviously some of the stuff I could figure out very easily without labels, like Tuna, tomato paste and sauce. But what about Campbell’s soup cans. Cream of Mushroom and Cream of Chicken would look the same, feel the same. In this blog she was not going to even list what each item might be. Like #1 cans are peas or even on the bottom write what was what, cause that would still be labeling.  I really thought about my pantry and it scared the tar out of me.  I made the mistake and told Alan about this and he laughed so hard at me. I did not think it was funny at all. I truly didn’t it. He mentioned I was mentally disturbed but I over looked it cause I was still stuck on what my pantry would look like if I removed all the labels.  OCD? Just a little.

 There is my silliness for today!

No real blog today. But I did want to share 3 things with you that I found kind of Odd/Strange/Funny.

1^st odd/strange/funny item and the one that made me think..I have to blog about this. I went and made a deposit at the bank for my office today. I went through the commercial lane of the drive thru. I put my deposit in the tray and the teller pulled the tray back. She made the deposit, put the deposit receipt back in the tray and pushed it back to me. She thanked me for banking with them, have a good day, blah blah blah. I begin to drive away. Wooooo….that lady must have had some serious perfume on. NOPE. The paper for the deposit receipt, SCENTED! Now, how odd is that?  I mean what girl has not sprayed a little perfume on the occasional love note to a boyfriend or hubby? Even Elle in Legally blond scented her resume and I have actually heard of doing this to make your resume stand out, but a bank receipt?  Maybe she had really perfumey lotion on her hands and it rubbed off? Maybe she spilled her bottle all over her desk? I don’t know, but I think it’s kind of weird. Especially since she looked to be about 25, that perfume smelled WAY TO OLD LADY.

2^nd odd/strange/funny thing today was at the park. On the days Alan and I can not have lunch I will go to this near by park. It’s more of a grass/walking park. Not the kind that has playground equipment or anything. I began putting my lunch together and listening to the radio when a guy on a bike parks next to the trees right in front of my Jeep. The guy got this really long red strap out of his backpack and proceeded to tie it around a tree trunk. He then took the other end and tied it around another tree trunk. Stretching it out between the 2 trees kind of like you would a hammock.  This strap was maybe about an inch and half wide. He then used a pull device to tighten it as tight as he could get it. He checked it a few times, plinking it with his fingers to see how taunt it was. I am thinking to myself what the heck is this idiot doing. Once he had it to his satisfaction, he took of his shoes and socks and climbed on this thing, trying to walk across it like some circus act. He closed his eyes and would try to balance all while doing these wild ass Tai Chi looking moves. I was busting a gut cause the dude kept falling off. He only had this strap maybe 5 feet up off the ground and when he was standing on it, it was maybe 3 feet up. When he would fall off losing his balance he would do this really dramatic fall, then do some kind of weird Praying/Talking to it hand raising and get back up there. 

 3^rd odd/strange/funny thing was also at the park. As I said this is a big walking park so lots of people were out walking with their friends or with babies in strollers. There was this one guy that kept making his circle around the park. All very normal, but I got a kick out of his shorts. He had obviously, cut off a pair of jeans to make shorts. These were not the ordinary cut offs. They were shorty short shorts and tight! I could see butt cheeks!  They were not only short and tight, but he had rolled them up at the ends. I think had he not rolled them maybe he would not have had butt cheek showing. He had hairy hairy legs and what you could see of his butt, was hairy too. Good thing I had finished my lunch already.

Ok, tell if I am crazy, wrong, out of my mind, picky, obsessive compulsive, bitchy, cranky, anal, etc. Seriously, give me your honest opinion. Then afterwards, tell me how to let these things go or not let them bother me. Tell me how to put them out of my mind and move on. I’m a big girl, I can take it!

• Last year my parents asked us to plant tomatoes for them at our house when we planted our garden. When the house was taking us longer than it should have, we never got to plant that garden. At the beginning of this year Alan and I went over with them what we were going to plant in our garden, where we would put it etc. They like hearing about these things and us showing them when they come over. Then the day before we bought seeds I e-mailed my dad telling him the 3 types of tomatoes I wanted to plant. Are those ok with them, do they like those kinds and the number of plants, will that be enough for all of us, including Steven and Stacy? His e-mail reply was “that is great, I did not expect you to do all that for us, yes we like those kinds of tomatoes, that would be plenty of plants to keep us in tomatoes all summer, etc”.   Last night while on the phone with my mom she tells me my dad had her buy tomatoes plants yesterday. I asked why would they do that? We have been talking about this garden for months, they were at my house last week, they saw the plants, we talked about the plants, we talked about us giving them tons of tomatoes, etc.  She said..well, I don’t know we just did? Dad said to tell you that we won’t need you to give us tomatoes anymore cause we got our own now. I said, I purposely planted that many tomatoes for you guys, I went over the varieties and the number of plants in advance with you guys. That just makes no sense to me! This frustrates me to no end! Am I wrong to be frustrated and upset? Alan does not eat tomatoes, I can only eat so much of them, the number and types we did were purposely for THEM!!!!  They knew this and admitted it, but still did not know why they bought plants anyway.

• Easter is at my house this year. I wanted to have it at my house this year. I wanted to do BRUNCH.  My mom asked what she could bring. I gave her a list of items she could bring. We have talked about her items she chose off the list every week for months. One of her items she chose was a fruit plate/platter. What do you all think of when you hear fruit plate/platter?  I think Honeydew, Cantaloupe, Watermelon, Strawberries, grapes, etc.  Last night as part of my conversation with my mom she tells me for the fruit platter she is going to bring  “blueberries, blackberries, strawberries and raspberries mixed together and then we can top them with whip cream”. Uh…ok..but that sounds more like a berry compote, something you would serve over cake, cheese cake or ice cream or something like that.  Oh…well what did you want me to bring for the fruit she says. Well, exactly what we talked about, honeydew, cantaloupe, etc. I said, does a berry compote make sense to you for brunch or does it match up better with desert? She said..I don’t know I have never been to a brunch. I said I have taken you to a fancy brunch every year at some point either for your birthday, mothers day or we have gone for Easter for as long as I can remember. She said..Oh., I guess I never realized all those times we were eating brunch? ( I know my mom was serious about what she was saying cause she was getting her feelings hurt and I could hear it in her voice) Am I wrong for thinking mixed berries with whip cream on top makes no, to very little sense? It would if I was serving waffles, pancakes or French toast maybe. But my conversations before hand with her were about cutting the fruit at my house, using my Nambe platter to put it all on, etc. All conversations she called me to talk about.  Am I wrong for thinking she is losing her mind? This upsets me and frustrates me!
• More of that same phone call involved my mom asking me for the 100^th time what I was serving again? I could hear my dad in the background.  I went over the menu again and I hear my dad say..”Well why waste your time with all that, just make these 3 items cause that is all I will eat anyway so don’t waste your time and money Tricia on all that other stuff.” (he said that with a lot of sincerity in his voice, not in a mean way) I said, “well I made sure to plan a menu that everyone would enjoy and have lots of variety for everyone to enjoy”. His response was to get upset telling me I am just wasting money and he does not want me wasting money like that, there is no point in me wasting money by having all these other things for everybody to eat, they can all eat the same thing or they should not be there” GRRRRRRR!!!!!  For the record his 3 items, Ham, a potato and a roll. “That is all I should serve, why I am having my mom bring fruit and all that junk is just plain wasteful and if people want all the other foods I am serving well they can just stay home.”  I simply said…this is what I would like to serve and he can enjoy the ham, rolls and potatoes and everybody else can enjoy the other items. Am I wrong for being upset by this? Am I wrong for letting this bother me? I seriously don’t even want them there on Sunday anymore.  I told Alan after Sunday, I am going to need to put them and me at arms length for a while.  I simply do not have patience for their stupidity anymore. 

 Last night I asked Alan how he does it? How does he have so much patience with people and how does he just ignore/not let stupid stuff like that bother him. He reminded me what he grew up with and the toxic family he has, that is how he learned to ignore and let it go right on by him.  So that does not help me at all! LOL!  I fail to believe that I am that much smarter and have that much more common sense than some of these people. Seriously!

Val and I were talking on the phone last night and similar subject came up which reminded me of this little episode . So here is another repeat post for you all!

Taylor Goes To The E.R.

I have talked about the electrical engineer that does consulting work for us. His name is Bill. Bill was not such a nice guy when I first started working here. I had little patience for his mouth, smell and all out grossness. (is that a word?)  Bill has gotten better over the years and now that it’s just me and Dan working here I rather look forward to the days Bill comes in for a few hours. Gives me somebody to talk to and reminds me to count my blessings myself and my family are healthy.

Bill has an affliction with earrings. Long,dangly, sparkly earrings. He wears these long sparkly things in both ears too. He claims to love women and is always telling me about the women he tries to date etc. He even had a girlfriend that lives in the same assisted living home with him spending the night in his room for a while. That had to end because he was not getting enough sleep at night because she moved around to much for him. When Bill does not get good sleep or enough sleep he tends to have seizures.  Bill was heart broken when only 2 weeks after he asked her to sleep in her own room she married another man from this home they live in. LOL! I reminded him this was not ment to be and he again got burned by a blonde! That is our running joke, he likes blondes and they always burn him, but he keeps going back for more!

About a month ago, Bill came into the office wearing a new shirt. Most days when he comes in he has on some type of sports team shirt. That day he had on a orangey pink v-neck ¾  sleeve shirt that has flowers on one side. The flowers have sequins and glitter all over decorating them.  I said nothing about this shirt but he was very proud to announce to me this new shirt he was giving by one of the ladies there at his residence. I told him that it was very nice of that lady to give him the shirt, but could say no more after that. I did not want to ask him about wearing a ladies shirt. I mean, really who sees him besides the people where he resides and me.  If he is happy and proud, who am I to take that away from him. Even if I do find it odd and kind of funny. LOL!

So today Bill is in the office, wearing his prized shirt.  He has therapy today and is very excited to show this shirt off to his therapists. He told me when he got here that he dressed up today because he has therapy.  So with his ladies shirt and long dangly earrings he should be set for a day of exercise hopping to impress his PT and ask her to the baseball game Friday night!

 I had been forgetting to add a song of the day the last 2 blogs. But not today! Today’s Song: “I’m To Sexy For My Shirt”  “ So sexy it hurts!”

I decided I would do another re-peat post that matched the up coming holiday this Sunday.

Dollar Store

I think I will copy Fay and do some REPEAT posts from when I first started blogging.  I am not out of things to say by any means. Just re-living some memories. I decided on repeating this post for 2 reasons.  1) because I dyed my hair last night. ( Back to doing it myself again, stupid mortgage) 2) because I have a nice cut/burn on my forehead right now. This time, it’s not for the same reason as in my post.  Last night Alan and I were burning one of our irrigation ditches, I was pulling the propane tank on a dolly and the tubing got snagged under the tire of the dolly, Alan went to pull it free and the tip of the blow torch hit me in the forehead. Thankfully the flame was off, but it was still hot. 

Without further delay one of my NOT SO SMART MOMENTS:

Allow me to go back a little in time today folks.

A couple of months back I got this wild hair up my ass to dye my hair. Well normally this would be an easy and safe process. Not so in my case.

So the story begins.........I had a terrible day earlier and decided when I got home to pop a few Corona's into the freezer for frozen Corona's (thanks Julie for telling me about these). I'm sitting on my couch watching T.V., painting my nails and drinking. One Corona down, two...now three and I get the wild hair to dye my hair and take off to the bathroom. At this point I'm nice and goofy. I put the dye in my hair, pin my hair up on top of my head and return to watching T.V. and a fourth Corona.

Time passes and I get into the shower to wash the dye out. I get frustrated that the shower head is taking to long to rinse the dye out.( I have hair down to the middle of my back) I get the bright idea to switch the water from the shower head to the tub spigot. As I am bending down in the shower, dye running into my eyes so of course I have my eyes closed...BAMM! I hit my head against the tub spigot. I continue to rinse my hair out and open my eyes looking down at the water running down the drain. At this point I have to determine weather or not it's the dye im seeing that is red running down the drain or am I bleeding pretty bad. I pull back the shower curtain and look in the mirror. OMG! I look like something out of a horror movie! There is a lot of blood running down my head and face. Remember I'm goofy at this point so I just start laughing hysterically.

Upon getting out of the shower I examine my head in the mirror.."wow! that's a nice chunk missing!" I can still see the bright pink scar on my forehead when I look in the mirror. I just shake my head and laugh.

Good Times, Good Times!

Pranks on me folks.  I got pranked! Ha ha, ho ho, he he! 

Yesterday, my brother called shortly after I posted yesterdays blog. He was headed to my parents house and was curious as to what I might be doing so our pranks don’t interfere with each other. Shocked the poop right out of him when I said “nothing”.  LOL!   My brother said he has spoke to my dad a little about what to pull over on our mom, but asked for my suggestions, so I gave him some!

My brother should have called me before he was driving over to our parents house cause he really could have pulled a great joke had he planned it a bit better.  My mom works nights so she sleeps during the day.  She is a heavy sleeper lets just say.  I suggested Steven take her car and park it around the house where she can’t see it and in it’s place leave a match box/hot wheels car instead. He loved that idea but was afraid that the garage door opening might wake her. (possible, but I doubt it) I then suggested he jack up her car in the garage and take all the tires off of it and leave it on jack stands, then put the tires behind the house.  He really loved that idea but he had taken the jack and the stands to his work cause he needed them there. ( I could see the look on my mom’s face when she went to get in her car and there it was missing tires). 

The rest of my ideas needed to have been planned in advance, so I had to throw out some old reliables. He rubber banded the sprayer at the kitchen sink. (even if it’s 3:30 in the afternoon when she gets up, she will make herself coffee, she uses tap water for this and I knew this is the 1^st thing she does half asleep when she wakes up) I had him smear a thin layer of Karo syrup on the toilet seat. (thanks MSN, she is wise to the cling wrap trick already so that worked perfectly) Last but not least I had him turn on her windshield wipers, put one of his death metal CD’s into her car, turn the radio up all the way and put the turn signals on.  It’s now 9:45am on Thursday and she has yet to drive anywhere in her car yet! LOL!

Yesterday when she went to make coffee, the water sprayed her right in the face and neck! HAHA! She said she screamed and thought a pipe burst so she just ran out of there and left the water running and called my dad! HAHA! She did not even think to turn the water off first. She just left it running!  Well, she had quite the  mess on her hands. She did not know I was in on that one at all. I called her about 8:30 last night and asked her about her shower. She did not know what I was talking about! When I asked her about the sink sprayer attack she said..THAT WAS YOU THAT DID THAT? I blamed your father for it and he said he did not do it! I have not spoken to him all night because of that! LOL!  She hung up on me! LOL!  I called my brother with tears in my eyes laughing. My dad thought it was great she was not talking to him and bugging him so he just let her believe it was him! Haha!!!

Moving on to getting pranked.  About 5 minutes after I got off the phone with my brother telling him what to pull over on our mom, my sister called. (this should have been my first clue seeing as how just moments before I was planning pranks) She said there was a grass fire out of control in Valencia county where Alan and I live. (my sister is a fire fighter/EMT and has to keep her scanners on at all times when she is on call) She has a very concerned tone in her voice and is talking really fast like something is seriously wrong. She said fire fighters believe a weed burn got out of control and the fire jumped. They are evacuating everyone in the area. I ask her where the fire is,(me thinking near the river where most of these fires are) and she said…SISSY..”Name of my road” your neighbor, “name of my old man farmer neighbor”  was doing the burning. (how she remembered his name beyond me) She tells me to call this number to find out if I can get to my house. I am beginning to freak out because of Justin being trapped and the winds are really blowing today, over 50mph gusts. I go to my computer while she is telling me all this so I can log onto the news channels and see the list of APRILS FOOLS PRANKS TO PLAY on MSN’s website.  This is when it hits me!  So I tell her, well I guess I should not be worried. Our land is laser leveled, we have no trees or grass anywhere on the  property right now and we just flooded the pastures around our house yesterday so they are super soggy wet, plus I told her, our insurance would pay us more for the house than what we owe if it does burn, we could turn around and build another bigger and better house for cash with no mortgage, maybe we could be done by APRIL FOOLS DAY next year! 

She, her husband and my nephews all started laughing!  I laughed! She got me! The first time in years! YEARS!  The boys had told her that Auntie Trisha gets them every year and they want to get me back. Well, they did! Haha!

So, I decided to turn this around on Alan!  I drove over to his work about an hour early for lunch. I called him in a panic saying there was a grass fire on the street that leads to our road, they are evacuating everyone, Carrie(our neighbor) got Justin out for us and is headed to her moms. We need to get home now and water the house down.  Someone was burning weeds and the fire jumped. It already began to burn “I named a neighbors field and that Carrie told me this”.

He came running out of his building with his keys ready to jump in his truck and happened to turn my way! He stood there looking at me for a moment with a dumb founded look on his face.  Then I smiled and put my window down and said..APRIL FOOLS!

Oh boy was he pissed! Holy mole, I saw my life flash right before my eyes! He yelled he cussed. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Blamed it on my sister doing it first, etc. He continued to be mad at me. I continued to laugh.

I knew he was not mad. Alan yelling and cussing does not happen. I let him have his fun for a little while then called him out. He tired to play it off but couldn’t. April Fools he tells me!  I knew it!

Today’s Song of the day:  BOOM BOOM POW by the Black Eyed Peas. “Them chicken jackin’ my style ………They try copy my swagger”

I do believe that everyone around me is waiting for the other shoe to drop today. Wait a minute, does that even make sense? Hmph! Anyway, It is my belief that people such as my parents, Alan, brother etc are waiting for me to pull a APRIL FOOLS day prank.  

I know I am a master of these pranks when it comes to my family, but I am just not feeling it this year. I thought about it, came up with some pretty good ones too, but decided not to follow through.  Why? I’m lazy. It takes to much effort now days to pull them off. Days, sometimes even weeks of planning and setting them up is required. I just don’t have the energy this year. Boring huh?

I can not believe that it’s already April. Time is flying by way to fast!

So a date has been set for services for Alan’s great grandma. Finally! My goodness these people are dysfunctional.  Get this though, this poor woman’s kids took so long trying to figure out what they were going to do, she now has to be cremated and they are all beyond themselves over this.  Why cremated and just not closed casket is beyond me. I am no funeral director, but I don’t see why they can’t just do a closed casket. Of course her body is beyond being viewable, but still. What do I know though.  So her kids are upset they can’t do a regular funeral now, according to them, the funeral home never told them that bodies begin to break down that quickly. Say what? I find it hard to believe that the funeral home failed to mention they can not have a open casket and preserve a body for over 2 weeks and it still be fine.  Somebody is not telling the truth.  So the date has been set. April 18^th.  So sad, so sorry I won’t be attending. I have a previous family commitment that was made way back in January for that date.  OH WELL!!!

Now let me explain a little bit about Great Grandma/Family.  1^st Alan has only met her about 3-4 times ever. She is not his biological Great Grandma.  She would be a step-great grandma. Her son Richard, is Alan’s Dad’s step dad.  However, Alan’s dad took his step dad’s last name rather than his biological dad’s last name.  Does that make sense? Confuse you any?

There’s a long story behind all that.  No need to put you all to sleep with that drama. LOL!

I think I will end my blogs now with the song of the day. The song in my head whenever I type up my entry. 

 Today’s song: “Hotel California”  by the Eagles.  “Such a lovely place, such a lovely face”

This morning I walked into the office and paused momentarily to figure out what type of music was playing today.  I was pleasantly surprised to hear JIMMY BUFFET.  Now that I can handle! This might be a good Monday Jr (thanks Angela!) after all. 

I go about my normal routine this morning, happy to be listening to music that does not make me want to commit an act of senseless violence.  I am at the company e-mail server reading office e-mails and moving them to their appropriate boxes.  I’m humming along and another song begins. Hmmph, I know this song….Why do I know this song? Jimmy begins to sing and it hit’s me what song this is. Keep in mind Dan blares the music every morning. I have to cover my other ear to hear people speaking when I answer the phones.

I continue with what I am doing but I am giggling. Giggling more and more as this song begins to play.  Waiting for it, waiting, wait for it… The chorus begins…LET’S GET DRUNK AND SCREW!!  Nice!!!!  The familiar foot steps are pounding hard down the hall way towards the office where his CD player is.  I put on a plain face and pretend as if I am really working hard to do these e-mails as Dan walks by. The music stops and he returns to one of the back cubes. I am laughing my tushy off.  The song does not make me laugh so much, yes it’s kind of funny in a way. More of a chuckle funny than anything. But Dan’s reaction to this..CRACKS MY BUTT UP!   

 Disappointed I return to my work. I like Jimmy Buffet, I would believe that Dan will not be playing that CD again and this is sad to me. The first CD he plays that I like and now I am sure he won’t play it again while I am here. Bummer dude!

I know there is a blog in me somewhere. There just has to be.  What it’s about, that I don’t know yet, but it should be interesting to see what I type.

I guess I will comment on my last entry, “lessons in driving”. I witnessed all of that stuff while sitting in the parking lot at Costco the other day. Alan and I were cracking up watching people with these tiny little cars not able to park or pull out of their spaces without backing up, pulling forward etc.  Here I am driving the dually that day and I whipped into a compact space like it was nothing. Then a woman walking around and around looking for her car. I know people are stupid, but seriously if your that stupid, you should not be driving and I am not kidding.  The keeping the seat back, I don't just mean LEAN it back, I mean MOVE the actual seat as far away from the pedals as your legs will allow. I'm a leaner too, but I also keep my seat back as far as my little legs will allow. Good example, Alan is 6"2 I am 5"7 we don't have to adjust the seats for each other in any of the vehicles. My  mom is guilty of driving with her legs super close to the pedals. We all keep telling her to MOVE BACK, but she won't. I promise y'all if you met or saw someone that lost their legs in an accident because they drove with their legs tucked up under that steering wheel, knees hitting the dash. You would change your driving habits forever.Worse yet, yesterday when leaving the mall at lunch there was a woman in a turning lane next to me. Clearly pregnant, lap belt of her seat belt, smack dab in the middle of her belly. Uhh..Lady..you better pray your baby is cooked enough to live outside your body, cause if you get in a accident, you might very well have your baby sooner than you thought. Put that stupid lap belt under the belly. Morons!

As I said a few blogs ago, Alan and I are animal sitting for our neighbors Jack and Sue. Horses, steers and our grandson Gus. Gus is one of Justin’s babies.  These dogs were total dorks last night. Gus has a very low, low baritone sound. I say sound cause he does not really bark. He sounds like an outboard motor on a boat. Waaaaa waaaa waaa waaaaa. Say that as deep as you can get and this is what that dog sounds like. Gus is afraid of the turtles, when he noticed them last night he totally spazed out and started flipping and flopping around.  Gus thinks he should sleep at the top of your head on your pillow. It’s like wearing a dog for a hat.  Justin tolerates Gus but hates him,I think. Justin was giving us the look of death last night like…WHAT DID YOU BRING THAT THING HOME FOR. Lol!  Gus reminds me of that young and inexperienced rain deer from the Santa Clause 2, CHET.  Gus and Chet must be twins! Seriously!

Alan’s great grandma died last week. Nobody knows what they are going to do yet, services or what not. I find this very odd.  What I find even more odd is, Alan’s dad found out she had passed through e-mail. We found out she passed through e-mail. No body has spoken to anybody about this on the phone as of yet.  Are people fighting over what to do? NO. Times, dates, etc? No. Who is going to do what? No. So what is the hold up? Nobody knows even her own children don’t know yet. Is that weird to anyone but me?

Cell phones are ugly these days. Has anybody noticed that? If they are not ugly they are HUGE. Thick, like bricks huge.  We are switching carriers next month and we will need to get new phones. Alan needs one, I really don’t but oh well.  I hate cell phones anyway. I truly wish I could get rid of mine and have been seriously thinking about it lately.  Safety, CYFD, calling long distance to my friends like Shari in Mich and driving long distances are my best excuses for keeping it.  Other than that, I have no reason to keep it and I refuse to purchase a larger purse just to fit one of these bricks. Don’t even get me started on these dorks that wear their phones on their pants/hips. You will not like what I have to say about that!

 I guess this is my blog for the day. I need to get my tush back to work.  Have a great weekend everyone!

I rarely have 1 real subject anymore. Random, off the wall things would be more like it. Pandora’s box would be a good word at times even. Sometimes I have nothing I plan to talk about, then I just start typing..and OUT IT COMES. A spewage of information. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes funny and sometimes just plain stupid. It is what it is I guess.

With that said here goes…

My thinking is this; if you can not remember where you parked before you went inside a store, should you be driving in the first place? I don’t get this at all.  Seriously, if you can not remember where you parked at Costco, the grocery store etc. You should not even be allowed to drive. I sure as heck do not want to be out on the road with your stupid self. When I say forgetting where you parked, I do not mean just a row over or a few cars further than you thought. I mean, outright walking around for darn near 5 minutes looking for your car in the wrong area the entire time. How does one do this? Even while being distracted when talking on your cell phone or to a passenger such as one of your children. If you are that dumb/stupid that you can’t remember even the vicinity of your vehicle. Somebody needs to take your car away from you.  You forget where you park your car say at Disney Land..that is one thing, but the grocery store or Costco?  Your dangerous!

People who can not park or pull in/out of parking places without backing up, pulling forward, backing up, stomping on the brakes and gunning it over and over. You too should not be driving.  If it is that difficult for you to maneuver your vehicle, you need to ride the damn bus. Seriously, it’s not that complicated. I see more and more people these days driving these tiny little cars that can’t maneuver themselves in these huge parking lots. It cracks me up!  Go park really super far away where no one else parks, so you don’t hold up other people trying to park or walk to or from the store. Leave those other spaces to people who do know how to park their cars without having to try 45 times before they get it right!

Put your seat back! Get away from your steering wheel. How do people drive like that anyway? Driving with their steering wheel in their chest and their knees bent up under the steering wheel?  Wait until you get into a serious car accident and your legs are crushed beyond repair. Or worse yet, you die because it takes the fire department and the jaws of life to get you out of your smashed car and you end up bleeding out. 

 This entry was brought to you by the letter Z!

What do I have to say today..let me think. Umm…Well, the laser level dude was suppose to begin yesterday but did not finish with the other lot he is working on. That’s fine, were not in a big hurry yet.  But hopefully some time this afternoon he will get to the lower level and do the top level tomorrow morning. It won’t take him very long to do our pieces.  I am very excited about this.  I am sick of looking at dirt already. I feel like trailer trash. LOL!

I see the laser level guys all over the area where we live. Some of these guys do little pieces of property, some do larger pieces and they have various sizes of tractors, blades, equipment etc.   I see them out in the fields but have never really paid attention to how large their tractors might be.  

Alan kept talking about this guy’s tractor and it’s size.( just like a man to talk about it’s size huh?) I thought nothing of it and truthfully really did not care.   Then Tuesday night here comes our leveler dude down the road in this thing.  Alan and I are watching as he pulls up.  This is not a tractor, this is an earth mover. The tires are over 6 feet tall! They are taller than my husband! There are 4 tires on the back of this thing!  Another 4 inches and I could see completely underneath the cab of this monster. 

Well of course I want to drive it now! Can’t get it off my mind. I want to drive this beast of a tractor!  I know I would look hot driving around in this thing and it’s all I can think about! LOL!

The thing they drag behind them is huge as well to match this tractor.  The guy has brought his little one for our property and his big one for this 10 acre piece across from us.  The thing he will drag for us 12 feet wide, the one for across the way, 26 feet wide!  When I got home yesterday I walked over to the other piece of land to check out this 26 foot wide dirt cutting moving majig.  Holy Crap!  I think I missed my calling. I told Alan we needed to buy me a tractor like that and I need equipment like this dude has. 

I kept telling him how hot I would be driving around in one of those things!  I said, could you imagine this tiny little girl getting out of a monster like that. Then if I stay all girly and wear my pink hat and diamond stud earrings and just be all bling bling’d out! Oh yeah..I would be one hot mama! 

Now my husband thinks this is hilarious and laughs at me. Hmph! The nerve! This morning before work the neighbor and I were taking pictures of her little 7 month old son in front of this thing and on it’s tires and IN the tires!  She dressed him up in his John Deere stuff and the flash bulbs flew.  The leveler dude might be thinking were crazy ladies, but we don’t care it was fun!

Oh and by the way. I asked the guy about his equipment(Oh yeah! I asked about his equipment..haha)…the cost..yeah..I knew it was going to be expensive, but how does $172,000.00 for the tractor sound and $83,000.00 for the leveling equipment sound?  

SWEET!!!

Well I am a bit concerned about getting Fay pregnant. I am extremely worried as to how I am going to support this child. Plus, it being a long distance pregnancy and all. I am just not sure how that is going to work out. Will Fay move here? Will I  move there. We have not worked out the details yet.  LOL!!!!

I do have a rather nasty habit of dropping F-bombs. I admit this. I began the blog with fricken instead of the F-bomb, but it just did not convey my anger! I had to switch to the real thing. It’s kind of like Decaf coffee, yes it might taste the same some of the time but the real stuff is what you need.

I am over my sister and her stupidity. She has been this way all my life and will be that way for the rest of it. It’s a love hate relationship really. If it were not for my nephews and my BIL I don’t think I would pursue a relationship with her.  She hurts me, my parents and my brother constantly with her spewage. She needs bi-polar meds but has never bothered to fill the prescriptions she is given.  One day when she finishes her degree and actually has to apply book knowledge in the field she will realize.

My dad on the other hand. Well, were not going to go there. I called my mom yesterday and had me a little conversation with her. I praised her for what she did, the way she did it and thanked her for all she does in these situations. I also told her if my dad tells her something like that again she has my permission to put a bug down his underwear while he sleeps.  I reminded her that it was HER MOTHER laying there and SHE has the right to decide what is good for HER and for HER OWN MOTHER. He does not get to make those choices for her! Asshole!

My husband, I never actually got mad at him. Just perturbed more or less.  He freaks out when I am not my happy go lucky self and I stop talking or get quiet. Me going silent means something is really wrong. So when that happens he kind of freaks out. In this case, I was just tired and upset with my dad and sister. I explained that to him yesterday once I was not on edge. I also thanked him for being such a fantastic man. He might not be perfect but when it comes to the real things in life,  The big things,  The things that count. He rocks that part perfectly!  I even told my mom that I thanked him for being a better man than my father and not yelling at me for going to see my grandmother and mother. My mom reminded me that I choose a better man than she did. That hurt my heart to hear..but it’s reality.

Life is good here. It continues to be hectic there is no doubt about that. Then again I feed of that stuff. Burning the candle at both ends might be short lived. But when I am…well..it fuels me!

 Currently I am listening to a Mariachi band playing. They are quite loud I must say considering I am inside the building across the street from where they are. Have I ever mentioned that I work across from a cemetery?  I peeked outside earlier and the funeral is a big one.  What a way to say goodbye to your loved one, lots of people and some great music playing! 

(Makes the sign of the cross)

Dear Lord, Please allow me to get through this HORRID CD that is playing at an extremely loud level of sound without killing my boss Dan or taking my own life with a letter opener, ball point pen, or by sticking the one metal fork we have in our office into a light socket.

In Jesus name I pray Amen!

With that said. Dan is on day 2 of BLUES music. I mean SERIOUS blues music.  The kind you would think of coming from the deep south back when segregation still existed!  Well, one of the CD’s we listened to sounded like some of the songs from BROTHER WHERE ART THOU? You know that movie with George Clooney in a chain gang. Well, maybe he is not in a chain gang, I have no clue actually since I have never seen the movie.  Alan has some of that music on his computer. Why I have no clue.

I normally have low blood pressure, but this is seriously making the old pressure go up.  Then again, this stuff is not as bad as the Hippie Folk Stuff!

So is anybody besides Kat hating the time change again?  I can tell you this is a mixed blessing for me. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the extra daylight at the end of the day. Alan and I have been able to get so much done this week! However, the whole it being DARK still at 7am is causing me some serious issues.  My body does not know what it means to be awake when it’s still dark outside. My body knows to wake when the sun wakes up.  So for the first 3 days this week I could not drag my ass up out of bed till 7:30 or even later.  This is not a good thing.  I need to be leaving my house by 7:30!  Not just getting up!

Which brings me to the fact that I officially am diagnosing myself with obsessive compulsive disorder. I have always been a neat, tidy person ever since I was a little kid.  But as I have grown into adult hood, it became worse.  Especially once I was single after my 10 year relationship went belly up.  All that alone time gave me more time to make everything neat, color coded, sized (little to big, big to little), etc.  Hell, I was even ironing my sheets and pillow cases cause the wrinkles bothered me when I slept! Then I met my husband and I have learned to be more SLOPPY. Well, as much as I can be that is. I have learned to let things go a bit more. A few pots left over from dinner that are not ment to go in the dishwasher can be left till the next day. I was never able to do that before Alan, it could be 2am and only have had 2 hours sleep but those dishes were going to be done or I could not sleep!  Ohh.. so I side tracked there for a moment. What brought me to this self diagnosis was this past Wednesday. I was late for work and I mean LATE. Not just a few minutes late. It was already 10 minutes after 8 and I need to be at work by 8 and I was still at home! I had just finished packing all our lunches for the day, feeding Justin and giving him his treat.  I had just closed the pantry door and gave Justin his treat.  I stopped, Something was out of place in there.  I open the pantry back up and begin rearranging canned goods, bottles of Mayo and Miracle whip and pancake syrup.   Again I stop and say..WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING..GET TO WORK YOU IDIOT!

That is how I came to the conclusion I have a problem!  Now tell me, how did the neat freak marry the slob? No idea, but I am thinking because he is a slob and I am constantly cleaning and cleaning is what I love to do cause it makes me feel happy inside this is why we get along. Of course it’s the root of all fights as well.  Hmph!

The Monster in-law is coming tomorrow. Hopefully, Alan can get rid of her quickly. I have TONS happening tomorrow and I really don’t need her to stress my day out more.  She claims one of her female dogs is in heat and wanted to bring it to us to stay. I had to say NO with a very heavy heart. Us saying NO to her female coming here means, Justin will have to go there.  I can not have that female at our house because she is a very UNBEHAVED dog. She will tear stuff up, she is not potty trained and is basically just wild, she just runs and barks and jumps.  Plus, we are not fenced to keep her in the yard. Justin stays in the yard even though he could just wander off at any moment. You let this dog outside and she will just start running! So in the past when she came to us, we always had to take her out on her leash to go potty.  That is a pain in the butt! Plus, she would have to be in a crate all day long when were at work. I feel bad about leaving a dog in a crate like that for hours on end.  She would be in the crate for 6-8 hours over night, only to get out of the crate for an hour tops, then back in the crate for another 8-9 hours.  That is animal abuse to me.  Plus, a female in heat means blood on my floors, keeping all bedroom doors closed so she does not drip on the carpet, keeping furniture covered up with stain resistant covers and washing them daily!   By Justin going to their house it’s easier on me. HOWEVER,  I will miss my Justin, he will not be fed Dog food but instead people food, he comes back with bad habits and they have had a real problem with wild dogs and coyotes in their area. 3 of their dogs in the last 6 months have been killed.  So that freaks me out a bit!

Ok..hope your still awake. Have a good weekend!!!

Hello My Friends~

First I will warn you readers that I am going to be talking about something some what naughty and personal! So if you don’t want to be shaking your head saying..”TO MUCH INFORMATION”. I would suggest you stop when I tell you too.  LOL!

Turned out to be a pretty mellow weekend.  Alan and I had my nieces Friday night and all day Saturday. The girls were really good for the most part. Nothing super funny or crazy with them.  Harley is getting to the point of just being a rude, bossy and snotty little girl.  I worry about this. Only for the simple reason is because she is learning this behavior from her other Grandma.  Stacy’s grandma watches the girls a few times a week, for a few hours while Stacy is working.   A number of times I had to tell Harley what she is saying is impolite.  Granted, I could never get mad at her because she had no clue what she was saying was actually rude, hurtful or mean.  Most of it was aimed towards Shelby, who also has no clue that Harley is being mean to her.  I found myself constantly protecting Shelby from Harley. Shelby is just so happy go lucky, sing song, the birds are chirping type of a girl. Harley, is getting very, THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME SO I HAVE TO GET IT BEFORE IT GETS ME!!!

My heart actually hurts to see this. Maybe it’s normal, maybe it’s not.  I just hope it does not continue for long.

Saturday night we went to dinner with Flagan and his Girlfriend who were in town for her 21^st birthday.  We considering going to the bar with them after dinner but it was already 10:45 by the time we left the restaurant. Heading to the bar 45 minutes away from where we were was not our idea of a good time. Granted this is when the bars actually get started, were too old for that crap now! LOL!

Ok readers if you don’t want to learn TO MUCH..you will want to stop now!!!!!!!!!!!

So Fay recently posted a blog about a friend of hers.  She got me laughing and thinking about my own friend with this same problem.  TEENIE WEEINE SYNDROME!  Now, I could never tell my story the way that Fay told hers. Only because, there was not much of a story there.  But I did promise Fay I would blog about my own experience with teenie weenie man.

I dated a guy, he had a really small weenie. We broke up but not because of his weenie like Fay did with her special friend. Granted his teenie weenie did influence my side of the break up, it was not a main reason at all. Bigger, (giggling) reasons were to blame for this break up.

Anyway,  it was small. Maybe 4  inches at full attention.  Girth? Well let’s just say I have never been able to make my hand/fingers make a complete circle and touch each other!  Oh, and my whole hand covered the whole thing up. From shaft to tip! 

The first time I thought maybe he was NOT READY, so to say.   10, 20, 30 minutes had gone by and I am still thinking he is not ready. So I mention something about it.  Well to my surprise, he was ready! He claimed it was the biggest he had ever seen and how HOT he was for me.  At this point, I am thinking I have changed 2 year olds diapers that had bigger peckers than this.

We attempt the deed. Notice I say ATTEMPT. It was a nightmare! He could barely move without the darn thing falling out.   I am trying to place the blame of it falling out on me thinking..Wow, I have never been this loose before, that is not like me at all.  I am doing everything in my darn power to tighten up on his Q-tip thingy and it just ain’t working.  I can barely feel this thing inside me!  For lack of better words, “It was like throwing a hot dog down a hall way” . Well in his case, a hot dog would be WAY to generous! More like a Little Smokie Cocktail Weeine!

This guy was oblivious to his size, let me tell you.  He asked for me to get on top! Uh..yeah dude, let’s try that cause that is going to be great! Well, I tried to go along with his wishes.  Any tiny little movement I made, the darn thing fell back out!  This went on for a SHORT TIME, get it, short time! Haha! Anyway, he suggests doggy style.

I about came unglued laughing hysterically!  Are you serious Mr. Little? That thing ain’t gonna reach me from behind.  Those were my exact words. He took it as I was scared or uncomfortable with it!  Uhh..no dude, I actually passed physics 101 and you can’t make something that is only 4 inches reach the distance of 6! It ain’t gonna happen no matter how hard you try yanking it further! You’ll end up yanking that darn thing off before you can make it stretch the extra 2 inches to even make contact! Then you have to make it stretch even further to actually get penetration!

Well, being the nice person I am, I let him try. He swore it would reach. It didn’t! I gave up with him thinking he had finally gotten it. Nope, it was the side of my leg! 

I think the worse part of it all, was that he thought he was great in bed.  I continued to try and date him for months after, him thinking it was so great.  Every time, same old thing!  I had even begun doing special exercises down there thinking they might help some what. Of course they didn’t, well at least not for him. Now you ask the next guy how them special exercises worked out and that’s a whole other story right there! LOL!  Thankfully most of the times I was sober and knew how to keep my mouth shut about his size.  There was however a rare UN-SOBER episode where I actually suggested he try a strap on.  He had no clue what I was talking about, he started rambling on about it being a position and how it would be great for us to get these books to try new positions!  I remember laughing so hard and him thinking I was to drunk to be able to FULLY ENJOY this and us stopping. Which of course only made me laugh more. He went to take a shower, I called VAL to tell her about it! She said..COME OVER. So I did. I did not even tell him I was leaving. I just left and went to Val’s house!

 So there you have it FAY..my teenie weenie man story! Now, Tysley..BREATHE!! Deep breath in..and out through the nose! Come on T breathe! LOL!

4 days in a row? Could you just die? LOL!

Back to my “DAN” the boss entries.  Dan is a ladies man, so to say. But not your run of the mill ladies man.  The ladies, are hookers/stripers.  He is not good looking at all, but guess what he has? MONEY! So therefore they could careless if he drives a nice car, which he does not or dresses nicely, which he does not. As long as he is handing out the cash, paying their bills and keeping their habits up, they like him. Seems when his money runs out, they drop him. Imagine that!

Dan currently has 4 women that he is helping out.  Apparently these are just loans, that they will pay back. Whatever right? Dan is actually keeping an excel spread sheet of their expenses. Amazingly enough, he is keeping this spread sheet in a PUBLIC ACCESS area of our computers, which are all networked together. Imagine my surprise when I discover a new folder that says, GIRLS LOANS.  Hmph!!

Dan did have 5 women, not counting his wife until about 2 weeks ago.  I learned about this woman a while ago when she had him cash some checks for her since she did not have a bank account.  She had him cash some checks that were not her’s to begin with.  This woman, YVONNE had lived with a room mate. The room mate skipped out on her and their rent. When Yvonne canceled the phone and cable there were deposits left from these. The phone and cable were in the room mates name, not her’s. When the checks came, she told Dan that the money from the deposits was actually her money she gave to the room mate.  Dan believed her, Yvonne forged the room mates name, Dan signed his and POOF, money!

About 5 weeks after the checks were cashed, the investigation began into all of. Dan was able to get out of it with his lawyer. Yvonne, was not so lucky. She served 5 months in jail.  When Yvonne went into jail she had a Meth habit, when she came out, a heroin habit now too! She had been picked up on prostitution more than I can count on 2 hands. She even had 2 little boys that Dan kept pictures of in his office and sometimes had car seats in the back of his Jeep.  My guess is they were for Yvonne’s boys.

I think Dan was generally trying to help her out. Paying cell phone bills, clothes for the kids, for her, trying to get her drug help etc.  But how does somebody who has their own drug and alcohol habit help another person with the same problems? I guess they don’t.

Well, Yvonne died last month.  From what? I don’t know.  I had seen Dan crying a few times leading up to the funeral but did not know anybody had died. He cries a lot, so I ignore it, I do not want to know why anyway.  When he left Wednesday morning last week telling me he was going to a funeral and would be gone all day. I just apologized to him and told him I would see him tomorrow. Later that day, my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to see who’s funerals were today by looking in the paper on his desk. Sure enough an Obit had been cut out. I  looked at the name above it and the name below it and discovered from the index of names, who it was.

NAVARETTE -- Yvonne Jessica Navarette was born December 6, 1975. She passed away Saturday, February 21, 2009. My chains are gone, I've been set free. My Lord my Savior has ransomed me. A mother, a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter and a beautiful person who is loved by so many. Yvonne Jessica Navarette is home at last. She sits in the arms of Our Creator Jesus Christ. There is no more pain, no more suffering, and no more loneliness. She is celebrating an Eternal Life with Jesus, grandpa Henry, grandpa Navarette and auntie Linda Lee. She will be missed by so many, but never forgotten. Her laughter and her beautiful smile will stay in our hearts forever. Yvonne is blessed with two beautiful sons, Devin De Shane Gabaldon and Christopher Andrew Maldonado; father, Richard Navarette; mother, Laura Gabaldon; brother, Richard Navarette Jr. and wife Margaret; beautiful niece, Candice Nichole; grandma, Bernice Gabaldon; grandma, Hope and grandpa Efrin Gomez; many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends who loved and will miss her. A Memorial Service will be held at Calvary of Albuquerque, 4001 Osuna NE., on Wednesday, February 25, 2009 at 10:00am. Interment will follow at Mt. Calvary Cemetery, 1900 Edith NE. A reception will follow the burial, at Calvary of Albuquerque, in the HUB. Honorary pallbearers will be Ruben Garcia, Jeremy Garcia, Lawrence Sandoval, Donnie Foster, Tony Maldonado and Jonathan Lund. Yvonne has been blessed with a beautiful friend who has always been there for her. Dan, you will always be part of our family. We love you and thank you.

Monday of this week, Dan’s wife comes into the office to WAIT FOR HIM. Ok…well you just do that crazy lady. She sits in his office and piddles around. She picks up the paper, still sitting on his desk and starts looking at it. She comes to me and asks me, WHY IS THIS CUT OUT? 

Uhh..I have no idea.  I don’t read the paper.  She looks at me and asks, WELL WHY WOULD HE CUT THIS OUT?  I said..I don’t know Terry.  Not being stupid, she too figures out the name.  She asks me..WHO IS THIS PERSON? I have no idea Terry, you would have to ask him that.  Oh..she is livid! I am thinking, Dear Lord Let Her Be On Her Meds This Week.

She takes the paper with her and storms out the door of the office. (thank you lord) Screaming in anger the entire time.  I lock the door behind her. Haha!

5 came and I got the hell out of there!  I have not clue what happened after that, but I know they are both still alive, so I guess that’s a good thing!

Three days in a row! Don’t go faint on me now! LOL!

As I have blogged before. I am employed by a moron!  That’s ok. I could most likely get a job else where if I really wanted to. But I do make good money. The job is super easy. The hours are more than flexible and I feel like I owe the previous owner my loyalty.

I never worked for the previous owner. I just hear really good things about the type of person he was, etc. Plus, I love the previous owners dad, who is also our land lord. I feel I owe it to him as well to ride this baby out till the very end.  The previous owner put his entire heart and soul into this company. He worked his tush off to make this company be very well respected, only to have Dan run it into the ground.

I don’t think I have ever mentioned that the previous owner was a very young and up and coming Engineer in the community. He was a very devoted family man. He worked often times after his kids went to sleep and came home before they got up, so he could have breakfast with them each and every day.  Then he would return to work once they were off to school. Then come back home once school was out and be with them till they went to bed. Get some sleep himself and back to the office usually by 3am.

July of 2002 he was driving home from the office after working for a few hours to be home in time to have breakfast with his children. It was early in the morning, and he was on a one way residential street headed home. 

A pair of men had been on a all night drinking and robbing spree. They ran a stop sign and T-boned a lady. The previous owner(NIC) got out of his truck to see if everyone was alright. As he was walking towards the lady that had been T-boned, he asked the 2 men if they were alright as well. The lady was not alright and he started to walk back to his truck to get his cell phone to call 911. He had no clue the guys had been drinking and robbing gas stations all night, when he told them he was getting his cell to call 911, they shot him.

Multiple times in the back. When he fell to the ground he pulled himself under his truck for protection. They shot him again in the back of his legs and ran.

Someone in a house near by house came out and discovered the older lady and Nic. They called 911. He died in route to the hospital, which was only ½ a mile away. He was 38.

 One of the guys was convicted to life. The other was declared mentally incompetent.  

Well here I am again today. Just like I said I would be. Are you proud of me? Come on, you know your proud of me for blogging again.

Before I begin my original post from yesterday, I once again need to sidetrack for a moment.

Every morning I walk into this office with some type of music playing. Most of the time I have no clue who the people are that are singing. NOT A CLUE! Sometimes a song plays that I have actually heard before, but I still have no clue who sings it. As I have mentioned before. Dan likes to listen to what I would call HIPPIE FOLK MUSIC. I could be very wrong in my classification of music. So forgive me if I have classified this incorrectly.

This morning was no different. I came in to blaring music. I rolled my eyes like I always do. Put my stuff down and went to the e-mail computer to begin checking e-mail. I was doing an excellent job of tuning out the music, when the next song began playing. The song went like this.........

Wish I was a Kellogg's Corn Flake
Floating in my bowl, takin' movies.
Relaxing a while
Living in style
Talking to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee.

Wish I was an English Muffin
About to make the most out a toaster.
I'd ease my self down
Coming up brown.
I'd prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam.
I'm a sitizens - for - boysenderry jam fan.

Oh, say California.

If I become a first lieutinant
Would you put my phots on your piano?
To mary Jane
Best wishes Martin.
Ol Roger draft-dodger leaving by the basement door
Everybody knows what he's tip - toeing down there for

Now I did not make those words to that song up! Apparently Simon and Garfunkel did and thought they were cool by doing so. I think the 4^th line from the end says it all! You would have to be stoned out of your mind to write something like this as an adult. I could see a kid somewhat singing they wanted to be a corn flake and talk to a raisin, but an adult..UH NO! So anyway..add in some funky back ground music and you have a better idea of the JOY it is to work here! YAY ME! Oh and if you actually like this kind of music, don’t admit it to me. Cause I know you just well enough that I will tease you mercilessly for the heck of it! LOL!

Back to my original blog I ment to write about yesterday before I side tracked on the horse kicking me.

On Saturday afternoon a few of us were out riding around in the arena just keeping our horses legged up. Kim, is riding next to me and asks me if I like Baileys Irish Cream? I said that I did and use to drink it sometimes, but it had been almost 2 years since my last drink. She said her husband and her received a bottle for Christmas and they don’t drink and asked if I wanted it. I told her that I would just give it to my mom or grandma who do drink it.

A few minutes later, she asks me..WHAT IS IRISH CREAM anyway? I thought for a moment, Uh...CREAM OF THE IRISH?(insert a gross thought here) I don’t know! Hmm. Sue walks by and we ask Sue? What is Irish Cream? She looks at me and says..Well, it’s sweet. Which brings up Kim’s next question, WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE, I have never had it before. Sue and I stop our horses and look at each other dumb founded. HOW DO YOU DESCRIBE WHAT IRISH CREAM TASTES LIKE?

Well, it’s thick. Sweet. Kim says, Is it minty? NO, Sue and I reply. It has a flavor to it, how to describe it is beyond me. Kim asks, is it a coffee liqueur? No, most people put it in coffee but it does not taste like coffee. WELL SHIT, WHAT DOES IRISH CREAM TASTE LIKE? How do you describe what it is and what it tastes like?

An hour of this goes by, Sue, Jack(Sues husband), Me and Jacks roping partner are all in deep thought thinking about how to describe IRISH CREAM. This is hilarious to us all by now that we have spent so much time on this subject. There is only one thing to do, DRINK SOME. LOL!

That is just what we did too! After riding we went to Kim’s house, filled glasses with ice and drank a little taste of it. Seriously, just a little taste since none of us drink but now we had to know what and how to describe it. It did not help us one bit. Were still stuck.

Can you describe that taste/flavor? Go ahead try it!