I'm overwhelmed
Both by what I'm going through and that you all were so nice. I appreciate the prayers and support, it means so much. I still have no real answers. Yesterday he came by and gave me some money and brought us dinner, he at least had the decency to say he was sorry, and I saw some emotion in his eyes. I hope that wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. This doesn't seem real. This isn't supposed to happen to our family. I'm waiting for him to come to his senses. I've suggested (actually, I demanded it, told him whether or not he chooses to come home, I need answers) counselling, and got the phone number of someone who can help. He isn't staying with his dad anymore, now he's staying at a co-workers house. It makes me uncomfortable as he seems to spend a lot of time helping this woman out around her house anyway. If she wasn't over 50 and a grandmother herself I'd probably be more worried, but it's still odd. If she's his friend, what kind of friend is she? What kind of friend lets you hide from your problems, not face them? What kind of friend thinks it's ok for a man to leave his wife and family with no discernible reason? Especially a woman who is divorced herself?
This is a crazy mess, I just want him to come home.
My husband is leaving me
No, I'm not kidding. Out of nowhere last night he tells me this. We've never even had a fight. I was begging him on my hands and knees and he just looked at me with empty eyes. He can't even give me a good reason why he's doing this to us.What am I going to do? I am 24 years old with a 3 year old and a 1 year old. I have no money, no job, nothing. Please keep us in your thoughts, especially my kids. If I didn't have to hold it together for them I don't know what I'd be doing right now. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to be online now. For now I am staying in the house, at least through November 15th. This has got to be a nightmare.
What artist should paint your portrait?
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Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
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Moonshine and terrorism, my town rocks!
A few weeks ago, a family in one of the rural areas near here was arrested for RUNNING A MOONSHINE STILL. I checked the calendar, yep it's 2006. Moonshine. Nice. And last February the truck driving school here was closed b/c the FBI was investigating it after over 100 people of Middle Eastern descent had taken and recieved their trucking licenses here. They were coming in from other towns/states and taking their test here which was fishy. Today the two men in charge of it were in federal court facing all kinds of fun charges. They had been receiving money from a group called Brotherhood of Muslim something or other, so that ppl from some Mid East countries would get their license regardless of whether or not they really passed the driving test. One of the men arrested is a local offical who is currently running for a seat in the state House of Representatives. Now I guess they are investigating whether or not this had any ties to terrorism. I feel super safe living here, let me tell you. We also have a factory here that used to manufacture scud missile parts, now it manufactures military vehicles, vehicle parts, etc...Something tells me we won't make this year's list of 100 best small towns in America.
I didn't put up a Thursday Thirteen today because, to be perfectly honest, I forgot today was Thursday.
A question to others who are alone the majority of the time...Do you talk to yourself, or forget if you've said things out loud or not? Because I am surrounded by children and cats all day, I talk inside my head. You know, making mental notes, etc...And then when DH gets home, I repeat myself a lot, or end up not telling him half the things I mean to b/c I forget what I've said out loud. Does this happen to anyone else or am I just crazy? On second thought, don't answer that!!
Good news/Bad news
the good news is...drumroll...FOZZY IS HOME!!!!!!!!
My neighbor from across the street and her son brought him over today, he was in their backyard sniffing around. I opened the door and the son kind of held him up for me to see, and I burst into tears (raise your hand if you're shocked about that, lol). I was just crying and saying, "Thank you, thank you!!" over and over again. They said some things to me, but honestly, I have no idea what. I just kept bawling and thanking them. Oh my poor kitty, he looked like crap. He's so fluffy and requires daily brushing, but he'd been missing for 8 days. You can imagine he was no pretty picture. He was covered in fleas and flea dirt, it was disgusting. I cleaned him up but he still smells funny. I called to get an appointment with a groomer, b/c they can do a better job than I can. I immediately called DH at work to tell him. Oh, he is just too sensitive (sense the sarcasm)
Me: He's (sob) home! Fozzy's (sob, sob) home!!"
DH: And you're crying about this?
Me: I'm just so-(sob)-oo ha(sob)-app(sob)-py!!
DH: Well, that's good.
That's it, that was the reaction. Not like I expected him to throw a parade or anything, but some emotion or happiness would have been nice. I guess I am too emotional for my own good. Typical Pisces.
Bad news. I did not get to see America's Next Top Model tonight. Our CW network is the sister station to our NBC affiliate and sometimes the crack whores who run the station mess up and show the NBC shows on the CW channel. Bad move on premiere night. You'd think someone would have noticed and fixed the problem. I am angry, but will not complain about it here. So instead I watched the Biggest Loser. The guy from my state was chosen for a team, so go him.
Some random thoughts...
--I wish I could play golf. Real golf, not just miniature golf. Although I am really good at mini golf...
--I think it would be fun to bowl in a league. Back in the party days, my friends thought it was really funny to take me bowling when I was drunk, b/c I was actually BETTER while intoxicated.
--Today I had to go pick up some milk and eggs at the store. I did my makeup, did my hair, was looking good. Good enough that I actually THOUGHT I looked nice...then I went and put on jeans and t-shirt I got at the zoo last year. It has an elephant on it. Good face, good hair, elephant shirt. Sexy.
Ok, I'll admit it. I like Jay Leno. There, it's out in the open now.
I'm watching as I type, and he is doing a skit thingie called World Leader Jeopardy, with George W, Fidel Castro, and the Iranian leader whose name I can't spell(portrayed by Gilbert Godfried of all ppl). I was laughing so hard. Here's why:
Jay: What is Pluto?
George: Pluto? It's the Spanish word for pollute. Give a hoot-o, don't plut-o
(ok, ok, maybe it doesn't sound that funny, but it's that guy who does the dead on W impression...you know, the one they sent out on the street once on Regis and Kelly and people thought he was the real deal?? Am I the only one who watches Regis and Kelly?? Figures...)
Second thing that made me laugh...
Final Jeopardy:
Jay: The answer is, e.coli.
George: What is, the cough drop that those guys with the big horns sell? Eeeee coliiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!
(seriously, it really was funny, honest!)
MOVING RIGHT ALONG....
America's Next Top Model premieres tomorrow night. Just a head's up, b/c I'm sure I will rant and rave about this show for the next however many weeks it is on. I love this show more than necessary, it's kind of embarrassing. I even decided during cycle 5 that I would totally become a lesbian for one of the girls on there. Her name was Kim, and she was so cute. I'm convinced if she and the lead singer of The Killers had babies, they would be the most beautiful children on the PLANET. Cuter than mine, and that's saying something, LOL. I will find a picture of her and post it as soon as the DSL is fixed, I don't feel like waiting a thousand years for it to load.
This is really stupid, but it strikes me as funny...as I'm typing this on beta, there is a little line of text at the bottom of the box that says Labels For This Post(in beta you can categorize your posts into subjects.) The examples are "scooters, vacation, fall". What a random assortment of subjects. I think it's the scooter one that gets me. Who has a whole bunch of posts about scooters? So many that you need to label your post as a scooter post, so that it goes together with all of your other scooter posts??
Obviously I am tired and loopy. I'd better stop now before I embarrass myself.
Random thoughts for this afternoon
--Since beginning this blog, I have become much more mellow. After having my kids I became a little highstrung, a little uptight...Basically my entire personality did a 180. But now that I've started writing a bunch of nonsense each day, I probably only stress out about 4 times a day, instead of my normal 7 or 8. So that's progress.
--When I was logging in today, on the little "recently updated blogs" section, there was one called Fritolosophy. I didn't click on it, instead I allowed my mind to wander. What could possibly be on that page? The Philosophy of Fritos, doesn't that sound wonderful? Life lessons with a crunch and a salty aftertaste. Phenomenal!
--I just read on MSN that it was Talk Like a Pirate Day. Wow, we'll make a holdiay out of any damn thing anymore, won't we?
--The weather is changing! Fall-like, crisp, beautiful. There's a certain smell in the air, and I love it. Soon the maples will be aflame with color...and then they'll dump their leaves all over my yard, and I'll have to rake. Enjoy the beauty while it lasts.
--I took X through the Halloween section at WalMart over the weekend. How fun! I love all that spooky, ooky stuff. I found the cutest little penguin costume, I was trying to convince X he wanted it. He is still saying he wants to be a robot, but that means I have to concoct something out of tinfoil and cardboard boxes.
--The guy who plays Shawn Brady on Days of Our Lives is leaving the show this week. I won't bore you with how much this saddens me. I hate actor switches.
I'm still among the living!
Good news: sickies are almost gone, wahoo!
Bad news: something is wrong with our DSL and I am using dial up. Woah. Back to the stoneage. It is slooooooooowwwwwww.
Very uneventful weekend.
Mad b/c Walmart is ending layaway. Layaway was like my savior. It's how my kids got Christmas basically. Now I have to try to save back money to pay for Christmas, which is more difficult than it sounds. They say they are trying to attract more affluent customers. I thought that's why Target was invented, lol. If Walmart wants to attract more affluent customers, then why are they the only major retailer in teensy weensy towns like mine, full of minimum wage earners, farmers, etc?? We need layaway damn it.
Anyway...
Still no Fozzy, although we think we saw him Friday.
New Music Monday songs are in the sidebar. This week's selections are:
Feelin' Love by Paula Cole
Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson (he covered soft cell's original for the Not Another Teen Movie Sndtrk.)
Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
Just Another Girl by Pete Yorn
Mr. Brightside by the Killers
Hope everyone's week is off to a great start!
Whine, whine, whine, that's all I'm good at
I am grumpy today. Perhaps that is because I am SICK, feel like dying, and have had little screaming, crying, sticky-handed little children climbing up me all day. They are so selfish, you'd think they were 3 and 1 (lol). So not only am I grumpy b/c I feel like shit, I'm feeling guilty for complaining about them.
My cat is still missing. I'm losing hope. Gwen (our big black cat) has fully accepted her role as head of house, you'd think she'd orchestrated this whole thing herself. Well, you'd think that unless you saw her whining around the house for a day and a half searching and calling for Fozzy. It makes me so sad to think of him scared, cold, hungry, and alone.
Ugh, as soon as X falls asleep I'm hitting the Nyquil and going to bed!!
So, it's been a while but here are some quick rundowns of my Soaps. I'm making this complicated, both for humor and for non-soap fans to see how smart one has to be to keep up with all of this on a daily basis.
Days of Our Lives: Hope finally knows the truth about what Billie did (set the stage to make Hope think she(Billie) had slept with Bo, and helped Chelsea(Bo and Billie's daughter they thought was stillborn, but was really kidnapped by Stefano) try to break up Bo and Hope.) Patrick (Hope's boyfriend and father (supposedly) of her unborn child that was conceived after Hope thought Bo cheated on her with Billie) was arrested for the murder of Eve Michaels, the dirty cop who was hired by Kate(Billie's mother) to steal the evidence against Chelsea(she ran over and killed Zack, her half brother, Bo and Hope's youngest son, driving her dad's vehicle.).
Jennifer and Jack were ambushed and kidnapped while waiting for a source wanting to give them a tip about the Eve Michaels murder. Meanwhile, back in Salem, Frankie(Jen's former fiance, her first love, who Jack insisted get back together with Jen to take care of her b/c he was dying...then he crashed into a frozen river last winter and was thought to be dead, so Frankie and Jen decided to get married early this summer and Jack walked into their wedding just after Jen and F said I do. He was not alone. He brought with him his brother Steve/Patch, who was thought dead in 1990, but was sent away and his memory was wiped clean) is worried and gets Abby (Jack and Jen's oldest daughter) to tell the cops her parents are missing.
Wow...Why don't you just visit Dustin's Days Page for the rest of the story. There's a link to Passions at the top too. Passions is way too complicated to go into right now. Maybe Days and Passions updates aren't my forte. They make no sense to anyone who is not a regular viewer.
I'll try to be more coherent later, ok? Fatigue is setting in!
Survivor: Cook Islands
What a fun show. I thought I would hate the separating them by race thing, but it hasn't had too much of an affect yet. I like Ozzy and Cao Boi (his name is too funny...I will probably tire of him quickly. Looks like everyone does next week...)
Already have favorite teams, the Asian team and the Hispanic team.
Looking forward to seeing how this season plays out.
So excited that all the new shows start next week.
Was there a complete sentence anywhere in this post??
101 most memorable SNL moments start monday on E!, Check your listings.
Hopefully more interesting posts coming soon.
Thursday Thirteen
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Thirteen Memories from My Childhood
1. In 6th grade I paid $2 for a penpal. I got a little piece of paper that said my penpal's name was Emma Heath. I never wrote to her. I started to about a million times, even years later, and never sent her anything. I hope she's not still waiting.
2. Watching cartoons on Saturday morning. You know, when there were GOOD cartoons on Saturday mornings. One of my personal favorites was a show called Kissyfur. No one remembers it but me, but it really exists. I have proof.
3. Fraggle Rock and the Muppet Show were a way of life. Jim Henson is king, everybody recognize!
4. When I was 2ish I used to play on the slip and slide (aka plastic sheet of death) with my neighbor. Those things still exist, how is that? They are one of the greatest evils I've ever experience. You always ended up laying it on a sharp rock, and that rock always injured at least one person. Or you slipped wrong, then subsequently slid wrong...
5. Also when I was 2ish, we lived in a touristy town on a lake. My mom took me to the beach every day (yes, it had a real sand beach, how fun!) and we always stopped at Casey's (it's a chain of convenience stores, do they exist everywhere or are they regional?) and got a slushie. Yum.
6. One of the best memories was, "making memories" with my maternal grandmother. That's what she'd say when we were doing anything together, watering plants, cooking, whatever. She'd say we were making memories. I have lots of great memories to keep with me always. She passed away in 2001, three days after her 60th birthday. She had lung cancer.
7. My paternal grandmother and I always went on a summer trip together when I was younger. One year, I think I was in 8th or 9th grade, we went to this state park. It was in a teeny tiny town with one hotel and one restaurant. It was a nightmare. At the end of that trip, we went to see my dad and stepmom. We ended up getting into town a day early, and we literally hid from them at the hotel. Parked in back and waited til Dad was at work to venture out and do things, LOL. We aren't big fans of my stepmother, and spending an extra day with her was out of the question!
8. I have a friend named Amanda that I met on the first day of third grade. It was my first day at a new school. I had one of those little feather clips stuck on my backpack, the kind you can win at the fair. The bus pulled up to school and I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turn around and she says, "You know, people smoke marijuana out of those things." I don't think I even knew what marijuana was at that time. We're still friends, and she's still wacky.
9. I remember when my brother was born like it was yesterday. My mom came in and woke me up to get ready to go to the hospital. I'd been planning this for weeks, and was completely ready and waiting for them before my mom had even put on her clothes. K was born 2 hours later. My mom does fast work, lol. The day after K was born was the only day I missed of the 5th grade. I still blame him for not getting the perfect attendance award that year. He's also the reason I don't care much for Chinese food. When my mom was pregnant we ate it about 4 nights a week. I wish I were kidding.
10. In 4th grade I won a poster contest for the Just Say No campaign. I was absent the day the rest of the kids participated, and since our art teacher had made it a requirement for her class, I had to make one too. It took me all of 10 minutes to make. It had penguins on it wearing little hats and scarves and it said, "Be cool, don't be a fool, say no to drugs!" I won a $50 savings bond and my poster was made into a full sized billboard up on the highway.
11. My paternal grandparents used to have a cat named Christy. She was my best friend. She was two months older than me, we'd been together our whole lives. When I was 7 or 8 she was bitten by a snake and lost her eye. It was just an empty pink socket on her otherwise perfect face. At first it was all swollen and disgusting and I was scared to look at her. Eventually I got over it, and she forgave me. Several years after that my grandparents called me and told me she'd run away, but in reality my grandma backed over her in the driveway. They only just told me that THIS YEAR!
12. In first grade my class was supposed to dress up like dolls for the Christmas program at school. My hair was done in baby doll ringlets, my cheeks had big circles of red makeup on them, it was the best. My dress was so beautiful, I can still picture it. Pale blue satin with a lace overlay and a fake blue gemstone thing sewn in the middle of the waistline. I loved that dress, and was so mad b/c some dumb kid got their lipstick cheek paint on it.
13. In elementary school we used to play with this huge parachute in gym class. We'd fluff it open and run under, kick around and make "popcorn" and waves and stuff. I wonder if kids still do that in school? It was so much fun.
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Fozzy Watch 2006, Day 2
Still no Fozzy. I talked with two people on the street this morning. The lady across the street said she saw him yesterday, and he was at the house behind her. So I went over to THAT house. It's an older gentleman who has about 50 cats of his own. He said Fozzy was there all day yesterday, and the last he saw him was at 10pm. He gave him a blanket to lay on, and some food, but he wouldn't eat. He said he could tell Foz wasn't used to being outside. Why didn't he come home?? I have constant knots in my stomach. I called the animal shelter and left a description, DH called the radio station and placed a lost pet ad, we walked up and down the street tonight asking everyone we saw...So frustrating. I just want my cat back!
I totally broke down today. I was putting boxes of the kids' clothes up in the closet, and an ancient lava lamp fell on me. The globe part. If you've ever had one you know they are HEAVY. It landed right on the top of my foot, right on the bone. I couldn't stand on it for over an hour, I was so afraid it was broken. I sat down in the floor and was crying like a child, and X came over and put his arms around me and said, "What's wrong, mommy?" I said, "I hurt my foot and I want Fozzy ba-aa-ack!" (It was hardcore crying). He rubs my shoulder and says, "It's ok Mommy. Fozzy will come home soon, I promise. It will be ooooo-kay!"
How sweet is he?? I hated losing it in front of the boys, Leyton was traumatized and was fussy the whole rest of the day.
--Watched the Rock Star finale tonight, what a let down! I was so sure Dilana would win, and I hated Lukas the whole time, arg! But that's ok, my streak of always picking the second place person in every single reality show continues. Too bad there is no prize for never picking the winner (except last year's America's Next Top Model, I got that right).
--Finally back into Days and Passions now that tennis is over. Will have some thoughts on that up soon, probably Friday.
--Thanks to everyone for the "hope you find your cat" messages, I appreciate it so much! If he doesn't come home tomorrow I will put an ad in the paper.
--I just read that a woman whose child was kidnapped in Florida killed herself after being interrogated by Nancy Grace on her show. I hope Nancy Grace is proud of herself, the mother could have held the keys to the whole case. I wonder if the family will sue Grace, like that one family sued talk show host Jenny Jones a few years ago?
Fozzy is missing.
My poor Little Cat. Big Cat is crying and searching for him. The last time I saw him was this morning around 9. C's mother dropped him off, and as she was leaving Foz tried to run out and she caught him and put him back in. DH isn't sure if he went outside when he left or not. Why has he suddenly decided to go outside anyway? He used to be scared to even go near it, let alone put his feet on the porch. If he isn't home in the morning I am calling the animal shelter and going to our neighbor's to see if they've found him. I'm sick over this, my fuzzy baby. I looked in every cabinet and closet, Fozzy is not there.
--Also, I'm feeling terribly sad for Anna Nicole Smith. How terrible to lose your son at the same time you're supposed to be happy about giving birth to another child. How do you deal with that? As if she wasn't crazy enough, this ought to really send her over the edge. Wishing her the best.
--And, congrats to Britney Spears on her new baby, another boy. Now tie your tubes or stay away from that skeezy husband of yours, ick.
--I realize I have not commented on the finals of the US Open, I'm just not ready, ok? It was traumatizing (lol).
--Dancing with the stars was on tonight, hooray! Everyone did pretty well. Did anyone else think Louis was getting a little too friendly with the underage Disney actress? Creeped me out a little. Jerry Springer's routine was hilarious, and I think Tucker Carlson is going home. When I told DH that Tucker was on there, he was like, "who?" I said, "Tucker Carlson, the journalist, the one with the bow tie?" DH says, "The one with the fluffy hair?" and I answered yes. Then he apparently keeps talking, describing who he thinks I'm talking about. I didn't hear what he said, then he comes in the room and says, "That's not the old movie critic guy with the glasses and the fro-ey hair!" Me:"What, Gene Shalit?!!? No, it's not Gene Shalit you freak, TUCKER CARLSON!" Apparently something was lost in translation. Speaking of which, I really want to see that movie...
Well, isn't this appropriate?
| You Were a Crow |
Eternally wise, you have a deep understand of ethics.
You guide people from the darkness to the light. |
Living for today
I posted my piece about 9/11 below, and left a comment on Jim's blog about what I was doing that day, etc...
So moving on...
This is a conversation my DH and I had this morning. We were watching Go,Diego,Go with X (it's a show on Nick, Jr. He is Dora the Explorer's cousin. A kid thing) and it was the episode where Diego is helping the baby penguin find his penguin school, basically, find the group of the same kind of penguin he is. The penguin magically gets all of his swimming feathers at once, very unrealistic. So...
ME: Isn't there a movie, called the Magic Flute or something about a magic penguin who has a magical something or other, or is that The Pebble and the Penguin?
DH: Says nothing, just looks at me with his eyebrows raised...then, "It's the Pebble and the Penguin, and it's a magic pebble."
ME: Oh yeah...oh, the Magic Flute is an opera. *shaking head like a loser*
DH: Still says nothing, just stares at me like I'm an idiot.
ME: Shut up!
That was my stupid moment of the day. Getting kids movies and works of music switched around in my head. when you have children you completely lose your mind. I cannot remember anything. I take a very specific list with me to the grocery every week and still forget half the things on it. For instance, this week I forgot lettuce, tomato, shredded cheddar and garlic bread (sure I could make my own but the Pepperidge Farm frozen kind is SO GOOD.). And that's after going back once already. X or DH will ask me for something, and I'll go into the room wherever the thing they asked for is located, do something completely unrelated and totally forget what they asked me for. I don't mean to forget, my head just opens out and spills on the floor I guess.
We rented a couple of movies this weekend. Take the Lead and Akeelah and the Bee.
Take the Lead was ok. It was pretty predictable, very typical plot. Misfit kids, caring and concerned teacher, kids triumph over adversity, etc...Only this was about ballroom dancing not football. The dance scenes were fun, and I actually enjoyed Antonio Banderas. It's his best role since Shrek 2, LOL. Rob Brown is in it, he's the kid from Finding Forrester, one of my very favorite movies.
Akeelah and the Bee, I've been wanting to see this for a long time. It's good. It's very well acted, but kind of similar plot as above only about a spelling bee. The little girl who played Akeelah was fantastic, I hope she continues her career.
Yeah, yeah, bad reviews, but I'm not in the mood to go in depth.
I have a tendency to be a "fixer". It seems like I am always pulled toward people who have problems, or who have had a rough go at life. I was recently reminded of this. It doesn't matter if I know the person well, or just become introduced to them in passing. I only get my animals from a shelter, I only have friends with issues. One of my ex-boyfriends (when I was a senior in hs)was in foster care because his mom died of cancer, and his dad was in jail for stealing her pain meds and selling them. His little sister died while we were together...she and a friend ran in front of a truck on purpose, were hit and died. His brother was having sex with their foster mother, he was 11 at the time. J had a substance abuse problem and would get mean when he was drunk. I thought I could "fix" him, take care of him, show him what his life could be like...
My DH, his dad cheated on his mom over 7 times before she finally left him. DH had to deal with everyone in school knowing that his dad was sleeping with a 17 year old girl that worked for him. I don't know what this suggests exactly. Perhaps I have an overwhelming urge to nurture...perhaps I am emotionally masochistic.
Someday I will meet a friend who has had the most normal life imaginable. They won't be able to tell me abusive relationships or crazy parents...but for now, I'll love the family and friends that I do have. When you're walking down the street, in a store, in the park, look around. All of these people look so normal, but they are all hiding something.
In honor of 9/11/01
What happened to America on September 11, 2001 is nothing compared to what happened to the individual families who lost loved ones. Take a moment and remember.
Original story found here
9/11 Babies Asking About Missing Dads
Babies born in the weeks after Sept. 11 now ask about missing dads
By SARA KUGLER Associated Press Writer
NEW YORK
Four-year-old Gabriel Jacobs inherited his dad's sandy hair, long nose and blue eyes. The day they buried what was left of his father _ a piece of rib, part of a thigh bone, a bit of one arm _ the boy released a balloon into the air, then turned that familiar face skyward to make sure his daddy caught it.
This is how a son reaches out to the father he never met. Ariel Jacobs died in the World Trade Center attack six days before his only child was born.
"When he sends a balloon up to the sky and he finally sees the tiny dot of the balloon go through the clouds, he says, 'OK, the balloon found the doorway to heaven, I think he has it now," says Gabi's mother, Jenna Jacobs-Dick.
There are dozens of children like Gabi Jacobs, born to Sept. 11 widows in the months after the attacks. Five years later, as they approach kindergarten, they are just beginning to grasp the stories of their fathers and of the day that changed their lives forever.
The first baby arrived just hours after the disaster, and the last nine months later. Some mothers only discovered they were pregnant after the dads were gone _ including Rudolph Giuliani's longtime aide, who was married to fire Capt. Terence Hatton. The firefighter's daughter was born the next spring, and her mother named her Terri.
Their fathers were rescue workers, cops, restaurant waiters and stockbrokers. Their mothers, pregnant and alone when the dust of the towers settled, worried about the stress on their unborn children from the agony and shock. Some miscarried. One went into labor during her husband's memorial service.
Many moms broke down in the delivery room, where they tried to fill that empty space with photos, a police badge, a piece of clothing. Friends, sisters and in-laws with cameras and brave faces stood in for all those lost dads.
Each delivery was, all at once, wonderful and awful.
Julie McMahon remembers her son's birth in early 2002 as a day of jangled nerves. "It wasn't supposed to be this way," she thought.
She delivered baby Patrick while her husband, Bobby, a firefighter with natural athleticism and a love of photography, looked on from a picture on the bedside table. The photo captured a moment of pure happiness _ Bobby, wearing a cap and a giant grin, leans over their first son Matthew, clutching a massive tuft of cotton candy.
Patrick arrived with Bobby's curly hair and lanky body, and has sprouted into a miniature version of his daredevil dad. The child took his mother's breath away recently when he bounded by, swinging his arms and moving his head just so _ it was Bobby's carefree strut.
When James Patrick's son was born, everyone agreed it was like looking at his father _ the same fair skin, blue eyes and brown hair, that certain way he moved his mouth. The Cantor Fitzgerald bond broker, ecstatic about starting a family, died seven weeks before Jack entered the world.
The boy is also playful and silly like his dad. His mother, Terilyn Esse, like many of the other 9/11 moms, cannot explain how the children acquired their fathers' personalities _ the social grace, the twinkling eyes, a love of words or music.
But there is a word they all use to describe it.
"It's bittersweet," says Jacobs-Dick, whose husband was attending a conference at the World Trade Center. "He's a reminder of Ari, not just the fact that he existed, but of who he was because they're so similar, and I can appreciate Ari in the present through him."
She is careful, though, that Gabi doesn't grow up with the sense that he is here to take the place of his father, who wept at the doctor's office when he learned that the blur on the ultrasound was a boy.
It is an unfair burden for any child who has lost a parent, says Marylene Cloitre, director of the Institute for Trauma and Stress at the New York University Child Study Center. And because of the public tragedy, children of 9/11 victims might always feel pressure to represent something even larger.
"Which is very hard to do when you're 17 and you hardly know what you feel and think yourself," Cloitre said. "Like 'Oh, my father's a hero so I have to carry the heroic memory,' when they don't even know what that is or how to do that."
Cloitre is tracking 700 children who lost parents in the 2001 attack, each a study in grief and hardship.
But the 4-year-olds are unique: They are building images of their fathers from the wisps of other people's memories and photographs, without even the subconscious sense of long ago cuddles or kisses on the forehead.
As each child discovers a lost father's life, along come questions: How did Daddy die? Who are the bad guys? Where did the buildings go? When they cleaned up the buildings, did they clean up Daddy, too?
Cloitre says the conversation will change as they grow up. In a few years they will probably want to know whether their fathers would have loved them. As teens, they may wonder about identity _ how am I like him?
"It sort of exhausts people _ they wish it could be over, that they could just say one thing, but really, what to say today pales in the face of the real challenge, which is a lifelong dialogue with their child about who this person was," she said.
Already, some of these children can tell you Daddy died when bad guys took control of some airplanes, and then flew them into the towers. Others haven't even heard the word "terrorist" and don't know there was anything more than a big fire.
"There are always questions and things that come up, and sometimes I'm thinking, 'oh my gosh' _ you try to buy time so you can come up with an answer and do the best you can," says Kimberly Statkevicus, whose second son was born four months after husband Derek died.
Their child, named after his father, turns 5 in January. He knows that a piece of bone was recovered from his father's right hand, and is matter-of-fact about what happened. "My daddy went to work one day and some bad guys came and knocked the buildings down and crushed him like a pancake," he explains.
He wonders why there are no photographs of him and his father, like his brother has. Sometimes, it upsets him.
Some of the questions of these fatherless children are easy: Did Daddy like mayonnaise or mustard? When he played baseball, did he strike people out?
Other times, they're more spiritual: Does he see me when I ride my bike?
For those answers, Terilyn Esse has taught Jack Patrick there is a special thing he can do.
"When he started to talk, I would ask him, 'Where does Daddy live?' And he would say 'In heaven,' and I would say, 'Who does he live with?'" she said. "And he would say 'With God and the angels,' and I would say 'If you want to talk to Daddy what do you do?'
"And he would say 'I close my eyes and look inside my heart.'"
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What work of art are you?
| You Are Best Described By... |
Landscape With Butterflies
By Salvador Dali |
This week's songs are...
Don't You Want Me by Human League
Not an Addict by K's Choice
Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits
Song 2 by Blur
Starry Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold.
As usual, they're in the sidebar. Enjoy.
I think this might be my 100th post. Maybe only the 99th, hmm.
I was watching the news earlier and it was showing a piece about school kids in Queensland paying tribute to Steve Irwin. They all stood together and formed the word "Crikey" out on the grass. Someone asked why they did it, and one kid said, "So he can see it looking down from heaven..." I started crying. DH rolled his eyes at me. Then some kid said something like, "American's don't know our Prime Minister, but they know the Crocodile Hunter", and I took offense to this. I know the PM's name, it's John Howard. Now, the reason I know this is b/c I saw a picture of him once and said, "Who is that guy with the fluffy eyebrows?" (seriously, have you seen how fluffy they are? They're like two-toned caterpillars hanging out up there). Then I began to feel really bad. People all over the world know more about America and its history than we probably know about every other country TOTAL. My friends in Canada actually have to take an American History class. I mean, I am not internationally ignorant, I know what is going on for the most part. Sometimes I have to stay away from the news though, b/c I get overly emotional, or too worked up about it (Here is an example of something I should not have read). Then I got over feeling bad and got upset that the main reason everyone knows so much about America is b/c we can't keep our noses in our own business. We've got to be out solving everyone else's problems while our own country goes into a tailspin. We have a crackpot in the White House who has some kind of personal agenda that doesn't (in my opinion) have a whole lot to do with the welfare of his people, but instead has much to do with saving his own ass.
I also read today that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have decided not to marry until "everyone who wants to be married is allowed to be" or something. I think that's a nice way of saying, not anytime soon. Speaking of Brad Pitt, I live near where he grew up, went to high school, etc...where his parents and brother live. I went to college there, and when he came to visit it made the news. I actually saw Jennifer Aniston once, I was driving behind her. She was on her cel phone. That night on the news the opening story was, "Jennifer Aniston was in Albertson's today buying melons..." Ridiculous. Now there is a big sign up on one of the main roads for a bank. It has a big picture of his brother on it and says, "I bank here". Like anyone really cares where he banks. He's not the one raking in millions and plastered all over the tabloids. Way to exploit the family name!
Since it's Friday, it was WalMart night. Can I get through one week there without incident? Tonight's episode is as follows:
I'm leaving with a full cart, trying to remember where I parked when this guy comes up to me and says, "Ma'am (Oh GOD, I am not a ma'am!), can I ask you something kind of weird?" This is not off to a good start. "Can you take my little girl to the bathroom, I don't want to take her into the men's room." I said ok, b/c I didn't know what else to do. He said, "Thanks, it's hard being a single dad...." Save it buddy, you could have just handed your baby off to a pedophilic lunatic. Good going. She went, and the toilets automatically flush, and she started crying b/c it was loud and it scared her. She did get points for waiting until the flush to cry, after all, her dad did pawn her off on a TOTAL STRANGER to take her to the bathroom. I was so weirded out by the whole experience. Then I started thinking all this crazy stuff like, "what if he wasn't really her dad and I just aided and abetted a kidnapping", etc...I keep watching for Amber Alerts in my area.
I also ended up leaving the store forgetting most of the things I needed, so have to go back tomorrow. Super.
**Adding some news links I found interesting.
1. Here is This Week in Pictures on MSNBC.com
2. This Story is about a 17 year old girl who hopped a plane to the middle east to meet a boy she fell in love with on MySpace.
3. And this is quite possibly the most entertaining thing I've read in ages.
I have been tagged by Jim, so here goes....
Leaving a few of Jim's answers b/c they fit me as well.
Things I would like to do before I die
1. Be a singer in a band.
2. Watch a Wimbledon final, live, in the stands
3. Renovate a historical home
4. Travel to Ireland, Scotland and Australia.
5. Win the lottery so I can do all of the above things
Things I CAN NOT do
1. Whistle, period. It's terribly embarrassing.
2. I could never, ever work in fast food. Just the thought of it stresses me out, it is so fast paced.
3. Speak a foreign language fluently
4. Order a drink in public w/o first glancing around the room out of guilt. Hello, I am a grown woman, what is my problem?
5. a cartwheel. I just never learned.
Things I CAN do
1. read a novel in one sitting
2. Take control of a situation that has gotten out of hand
3. Bend myself like a pretzel
4. pick up both my kids at the same time. With one arm I can lift 39 pounds of 3 year old wiggliness, and with the other pick up 21 pounds of 14 month old wiggliness (and yet I have trouble opening jars. Someone explain this to me)
5. Make great mixed drinks
Things that attracted me to my husband
1. We were both involved in community theatre
2. He loves me even when I don't deserve it.
3. He smells really good
4. He calls me out when I'm acting stupid, but puts up with it anyway
5. He is taller than me
Things I say most often
1. I can say a lot with an eye roll
2. Stop climbing on that, you are not a monkey!!
3. Shut up! (normally when I have done or said something stupid, and DH gives me this look that clearly says "You are mentally challenged.")
4. Can Mommy puh-leeze have a minute to herself??
5. What in the world made you think that was a good idea??!!??
Books I love to read
1. Catcher in the Rye
2. Bag of Bones
3. Harry Potter series
4. David Copperfield
5. Summer Sisters
Movies I love
1. Rocky Horror Picture Show
2. Clue
3. Noises Off
4. Grease
5. Almost Famous
6. Say Anything
7. Ferris Beuller's Day Off
8. Snatch
9. Ocean's Eleven
10. Empire Records
I hereby tag M and Gypsy... unless they just don't want to do it, then that's ok!
I am the Nile
YOU ARE THE NILE
At 4145 miles from your furthest extremity to the Mediterranean Sea, you outdo the Amazon to become the world's longest river. The piranhas hate you.
Beneath you lies an underground river with six times your volume. You kept this remarkably quiet for several thousand years. In fact, you're full of mystery; your source wasn't discovered until 1862. You're also full of water. And crocodiles. And nuclear pharaoh machines that run on light and can see through time.
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.
My day so far...
I think I forgot to mention that in addition to taking care of my own two boys, I have started babysitting an 18 month old two days a week (Tuesdays and Thursdays). Apparently I am mentally deficient, why else would I have agreed to that? Obviously since today is Thursday, he is here, and I had to get up earlier to pick up the living room and vacuum last night's crumbs out of the carpet, etc...Well, I woke up to X standing over me saying, "I got you some gum, Mom. I put it on your pillow." Yep, you guessed it. Chewed up watermelon Bubblicious stuck in my hair. I had my hair pulled back in a braid, and it was stuck in the pieces that had fallen loose in the night. Snip, snip went the scissors. Then L woke up with a messy diaper...it leaked. Into the tub he went. When I finally got around to making their breakfast, X asked for a waffle with peanut butter and syrup. Fine. He decided to eat it on the dining room floor (why?), then decided he didn't want the waffle, he wanted to lick the syrup off of his plate so he THREW THE WAFFLE IN THE FLOOR, and ended up covered in syrup. Into the tub he went.
C was dropped off around 8:30, and was super cranky from the get go. At one point I had all three boys clutching my legs and screaming to be picked up. L and C are sleeping, X is playing with play doh, thank heaven for peace and quiet. Here's hoping the day moves quickly...
**edited to add that I'm really PISSED OFF that I did not get to see the Andy Roddick/Lleyton Hewitt match last night. Two of my favorite players and I miss it b/c my cable decides to be screwed up. It won't be fixed until Friday afternoon sometime after 2pm. Why now, why during the last few days of the US Open? Why not next week when tennis is over??? Anyway, Andy won, woohoo! I'm fairly positive he'll beat Youzhny(sp) in the semi's and meet R.Fed in the final. The way he's playing I think he might take the whole thing.
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The Jehovah's Witness Lady
She comes to my house like, once or twice a month. She picks the worst times of day to do it. Right at lunch or naptime. She pulls her grandchildren out of school to come wandering the streets with her to convert the masses. Why does she come to my house? Because I am too nice. My MIL was her grandson's first grade teacher. So she comes and hands me these little propaganda papers that I thank her for, and I wish her good luck with her daily mission, to which she replies, "There is no such thing as luck, only God's will". Well, shut me up. Maybe I should tell her she's wasting her time, I'm not joining her cult, I mean, religion. But I feel bad. I feel bad that so many people slam the door in her face. I feel the same way about telemarketers. I would always listen to their entire speech before telling them I didn't want what they were offering. But thanks to caller id, that is no longer a problem. I should invent "houseguest id", something a little more sophisticated than a peep hole (for people like me, with a window in the door. Try faking not being at home with a window in your door, just try it.) or even a video monitoring system (also for people like me, who do not live in an apartment complex or have to fortune to live behind a wrought iron gate with my own secuity detail). It would be so sophisticated, that if anyone anywhere in the world was even so much as thinking of visiting you, you'd know about it, and would immediately be able to prepare for their arrival. By prepare, I mean clean and/or make your escape.
Random things I've learned lately:
-People in Australia call mosquitoes 'mozzies'. If this is done in an attempt to cute them up, it fails. However, it is fun to say over and over again.
-There is a slight chance that I might not be as cool as I think I am. This breaks my heart.
-I like people in blogland much better than most of the people I know in my everyday life. You can pick and choose who you want to associate with, not be stuck with obligations to an "old" friendship...you know, the ones that should have ended years ago, but since you bonded in the 3rd grade over neon colored shoe string hair bows, you feel guilt about moving on.
Thursday Thirteen: When I grow up...
Setting this up a little early....
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Thirteen Things I've said I wanted to be when I grew up By Samantha
1. Pat Benatar. I have a dangerous obsession with her. I would make the best rock star ever, and she is who I'd model myself after.
2. Marine Biologist. I think every girl and about half of the boys in the world have wanted this at one time or another. I think it was brought about by the movie Free Willy.
3. Baby, from Dirty Dancing. I didn't love Patrick Swayze, but I wanted everything in that movie that happened to her, to happen to me. I think I still do.
4)Scientist. Yes, I realize this is a very general statement, and that's how I meant it. In 7th grade our teacher kept a chart of everyone's grades posted on the wall so you could keep track. I was always first or second place on the list. My friend Tom was the person who I'd swap first place with. I figured if I was that good at science, I should probably be a scientist. I mean, it's only fair that I share my intelligence with the masses, lol.
5)Supermodel. I believe that to be a supermodel you have to fall into one of the following categories: Naturally beautiful, Exotic looking, very plain, or odd looking. I'm fairly certain I fall into the odd looking category, therefore I am destined for greatness.
6. Movie Critic. I can be pretty harsh. I love movies, and if you're a director or an actor and you've messed up something that I love, I feel the need to yell at you about it. Brad Pitt, you're not that great of an actor. Sorry. You were good in Snatch, Fight Club, and Ocean's Eleven. Otherwise, you're just average.
7. Ice Cream Taste Tester. Unless you're lactose intolerant, I think this job would appeal to just about anyone. I get cold easily though, so maybe it's good I didn't take this direction with my life...
8. Librarian. How great would this be? You can spend all of your time around books. I worked in the library my junior year of high school, and I loved it.
9. Video Store Clerk. Kind of like being a librarian, only with movies. I wonder if you get free rentals?
10. Owner of a Record store. Just records, no cds. Vinyl, vinyl, vinyl. Very High Fidelity, very cool.
11. Funeral Director. My grandfather was one before he retired. He is a preacher, and he used to manage a funeral home. I think I would be very good at this job, only I think I'd have a hard time not crying around all the sad people.
12. Real Estate Agent. I'm fascinated by homes and architecture, the way people live, how people want to live, how people feel about their homes/houses...
13. Cat Breeder. Plus: lots of cute furry aminals to play with (yes, it's spelled wrong on purpose). Minus: Litter boxes and shed hair.
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Let's talk about sex, baby
If you blushed and/or crossed your legs after reading the title, skip this, it's not G rated. I found a big stack of magazines I thought I had donated to the drs office (whoops, guess I didn't), and found a Cosmo from June 2005, and started flipping through it. I found an article called, "Cosmo's Sex Trick Hall of Fame". Some of them seemed too ridiculous to be true...or perhaps I am just not that daring. Here are some of the ones that made me laugh, cry, or go "What? Heh? Are you serious??"
(BTW, I am quoting directly from the article. Look mom, no plagiarism, I sited my source! My own thoughts will be preceded by two asterisks)
Sweet Treat
Erotic instructions: Place a glazed doughnut around your man's member, then gently nibble the pastry and lick the icing...as well as his manhood. **A glazed doughnut? Men, does this HONESTLY sound like a fun idea? Maybe I just can't get into this one b/c I took that blogthings quiz about what kind of doughnut are you, and I was glazed. I guess I feel exploited, lol...
Passion Payoff: Because a doughnut hole is so small, it probably won't go past the head of his penis, which makes this trick perfect for showering attention on his most sensitive area. **Somewhere Homer Simpson is salivating...and not just for the doughnut.
Heat Wave
Erotic instructions: Massage a little water based lube onto his balls, cover them with a square of plastic wrap (**What?!!?!), then press your lips against the plastic and hum gently.**I'm sorry, you lost me at plastic wrap. My husbands reaction to this was, "Are they nuts?" Nope, that's what you put the plastic wrap around...
Passion payoff: Yowza! That's what your man will be thinking when the lubricant and the plastic wrap on his twins make this often ignored hot spot way receptive to pleasure. **Please, please someone attempt to do this to their boyfriend/husband/whatever and post his initial reaction to being wrapped up like last night's meatloaf.
Last but not least...well, kind of least, it's the most normal of the three...
String of Pearls
Erotic instructions: Rub a string of pearls, not expensive ones, between your lubed up palms, then drape them across your man's inner thighs, stomach, and package, and roll them into his skin. **I'm trying to imagine doing this in a sexy way...but I'm too distracted by the doughnut tip above, that I just picture rolling out dough.
Passion payoff: The smooth pearls on his thick skin will treat him to feel-good friction. Pearls retain heat, so the more you roll and rub them into his body, the warmer they'll feel.**Let's go back up to that "not expensive ones" part. What? Why not get out Grandma's pearls, you know those sentimental family heirlooms. Rub them all over your man, then try explaining to Gma why you never wear them around her anymore, that your boyfriend/husband/whatever has to hide behind a pillar everytime he sees those shining beads around your neck...and that's not the best thing to have happen at Grandma's house, now is it?
Just messing around w/sizing this picture, ignore and scroll down.
I can't leave comments on non beta blogs?
I hope this is just a fluke, but I keep getting error messages. Orhan, I've been trying to leave one on your last post but it won't let me. I just wanted to say, good for you for getting out of a bad situation, and being honest. I also have a cookbook collection, but no time to cook. So many good recipes, so little time. Enjoy your time off.
*edited to add, I can't post on Jim's blog either. Drat and rats. And I switched this blog to blogger beta why??
Expandable! Grows to 600% its original size!!
Who wouldn't buy something that claimed to do this?
No, it wasn't a pharmeceutical for physical enhancement, it was a child's toy. X found these animals that you put into water, and they grow. They are about 4 inches big anyway, so think about how big 600% growth would make them. Sounds awesome, right? No. No it is not awesome. Do you know why it is not awesome? Because when I casually glanced at the back of the package for instructions I saw the numbers 5 and 10, thinking that was how many minutes it would take for the things to grow. Uh uh. Nope. 5 to 10 DAYS! 5 to 10 days, are you kidding? Let's just say X is not the most patient kid in the universe, my day has been hellacious. "Are my creatures growing mom, are they? Let's check on them!" It wouldn't be that big of a deal, going into the bathroom every 2 1/2 seconds, to see the creatures (a shark and a squid) that have taken up residence in my tub, but if you recall the Leyton-in-the-toilet photo from a week or so ago, you'll understand that I am constantly fighting to keep L out of the bathroom while X is in there checking on his animals. The best part is, they get really slimy and this gelatinous ooze is all in the bathtub. Super. But, as the package says, and I quote, "The animals may become slimy as they expand. This is part of the process and is entirely harmless. Slimy is fun!"
Yeah, slimy is fun.
In Memory and Tribute...Steve Irwin, 1962 - 2006
Here is an article on his accident.
I was really sad to hear this, probably more sad than you're supposed to be when someone you don't know dies...I just keep thinking about his wife and children. We watched his shows all the time. Sure he was a little nutty, but fun. And he was a great ambassador for conservation.
New Music Monday up early
This week, for your listening pleasure I am featuring:
If You're Not The One by Daniel Bedingfield
Say Anything by Good Charlotte **edited to say, it says it's Say Anything, but when I listened to it yesterday, it was The Anthem instead. Just so ya know.**
Crazy by Gnarles Barkley
Interstate Love Song by STP
I've Got Your Picture by Patsy Cline
I have very eclectic taste when it comes to music, I hope I've been doing a good job of mixing things up! Enjoy!
considering the post down a couple, this is hilarious
But this is not totally accurate. I DO care what the drink tastes like, and I'd only eat the worm if it was an accident. And for the record, I never drink if the kids are around, only if they're gone to their grandparents overnight. I feel the need to add that disclaimer...and trust me, drunken nights are few and far between. It's not fun anymore.
| You Are Tequilla |
When you drink, you're serious about getting drunk!
You'll take any shot that's offered up to you...
Even if it tastes like sock sweat!
And you're never afraid of eating the worm. |
Scratch that
The last post that is. Who wants to run away to a foreign country with some Spanish heart throb when I have a man who brings me home the 4th season of Gilmore Girls on dvd (great, GREAT season!) and a bag of Krunchers (quite possibly the best chips ever on earth). I like presents, especially if they're for no apparent reason.
I've been catching a lot more movies lately, cable seems to be playing a lot of good ones, and we've rented a few. Here are some I've viewed recently.
--Jersey Girl, the Kevin Smith one. I really liked this. I normally hate Ben Affleck (which can be a conflict of interests since I LOVE Kevin Smith and for some reason he feels the need to include B.A. more than necessary). Have you noticed he CRIES in nearly every movie he is in? At least in this movie the crying is warranted. Also, the little girl who plays his daughter is precious. And it's nice to see George Carlin being funny, but almost serious at the same time.
--When a Stranger Calls, the new remake. It's actually not bad. It's pretty intense in it's simplicity. The actress is decent for being an unknown. They could have done a little more storyline wise, but it was good for a thrill.
--Win a Date With Tad Hamilton . I love Topher Grace as Eric Forman...which is good b/c he basically plays Eric Foreman in every movie, lol. I also love Josh Duhamel, so it was a win win. Pretty run of the mill movie, but worth it for the girl who plays T.G. and Kate Bosworth's best friend. Also, Nathan Lane and Sean Hayes are fun. Cute movie, but nothing too special. Every girl's fantasy comes to life, basically.
--Mona Lisa Smile. Kind of a girl version of The Dead Poet's Society except not as good and no one dies. You want to stab Kirsten Dunst's character throughout most of it, but she is redeemed in the end. Of course she is.
Tonight DH and I watched the fall preview show for CBS. I'm really interested in the shows Jericho and The Class. Jericho is about a small town in Kansas that is the only town left after a series of explosions destroy the U.S. At least that's what I've gathered. Skeet Ulrich is in it, and he is a great actor. I'm thinking maybe it will end up being kind of like The Stand. The Class is about a guy who wants to propose to his fiancee, and he invites their whole 3rd grade class to a party...she says no and hilarity ensues I guess. It looks way more interesting than my crappy description, lol.
Hope everyone is having a good night!!
I have discovered the best tv show ever.
Well, maybe not EVER, but last night it seemed pretty cool. It's called Cover Shot, and it's on TLC. Frederique Van Der Wal hosts it, and they take a woman who's feeling bad about herself, or just experienced some kind of turning point and give her a photo shoot with Richard Dean. Full hair, makeup and wardrobe. And then the woman gets to choose what kind of photo she wants to have taken. The first woman last night chose old Hollywood, the second a Medieval theme. Then her best shot gets made into a giant billboard and put up in Times Square. This show just plays into my desire to be a supermodel...I am obsessed with going on America's Next Top Model, but I still have 10 pounds to lose before I'd even feel worthy to compete, bleh. Anyway, I know exactly what kind of photo I'd want taken. It would be one of those "evil twin" type shots where they take two pictures and blend them, where it looks like two people are posing next to each other. In half I'd be the quintessential 50s housewife. Pearls, the dress, you know, very Donna Reed. In the other I'd be totally punked out with crazy hair, clothes, makeup. In reality I'm stuck somewhere between the two. I can't figure out how to find a balance between my before kids life and my life now. I have fantasies of just leaving my house, hopping a flight to a foreign country and running away with the first hot guy I see, lol, but then I feel guilty...I'd never do that, but some days I just need an escape. I think I am stuck in a major, major rut.
Orhan, do you still think taking up smoking is the best bet for me? I haven't smoked in so long, it is not like riding a bike. You can't just jump back on. First you choke on the smoke and nearly puke. Get drunk first, THEN inhale. It works much better. I recommend tequila as the cigarette precursor. And are the Trailer Park Boys like the American shows Jackass or Wild Boys? If so, I'm rolling my eyes at you and saying, "Men! Why can't they watch something worthwhile like America's Next Top Model and Oprah?" LOL, LOL, LOL!!
What kind of soul are you??
| You Are a Dreaming Soul |
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult
You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul |
covered in stickers from head to toe
Literally. That is how I woke up this morning. X woke up before the rest of us this morning, and went into the living room. He used his little table to climb up to the highest shelf of the entertainment center, found a sheet of Easter stickers and came into our bedroom. He stuck the stickers all over me. In my hair, down my back, down my legs and on my feet. I kept finding them stuck in my hair while I was in the shower. When I was taking care of the cats this morning, Fozzy rubbed up against my ankles...he felt scratchy...he was covered in stickers. Have you ever pulled a bunch of stickers out of a cat's hair? They don't like it.
It's Friday, so that means grocery night. Boy it was one to put in the history books too. I got the worst checkout lady. She kept looking at everything I was buying, and felt the need to comment on it. Apparently she had a problem with the brands I buy. She said, "Why do you buy generic hashbrowns but then spend so much on bread?" I replied, "Is it your job to be nosy, or to run the cash register?" For the record, I buy the Walmart brand hashbrowns b/c frozen potatoes are frozen potatoes. They will go in a casserole and no one could tell the difference anyway, AND they were 30 cents cheaper. And I spend extra on Sara Lee Whole Grain White b/c I prefer white bread, but feel we should eat whole grain bread and not empty starchy plain white bread. If it were only DH and I eating it, I'd get the cheap bread, but since my kids are eating it, I go for the whole grains. Then when I was leaving the cart pushers had a big long line of carts parked right behind my van. I said, "could you please move those up so I can get out?" And he actually said TO MY FACE "Why don't you shut up and wait a few minutes? I'm trying to do my job." Oh no. No he did not tell me to shut up. I went back into the store, got one of the CSMs (the ones in the red vests) told her what he had said and made her come out with me. He called me a bitch and slammed a cart into the back of my van! I am not kidding! I got to watch a guy get fired tonight. If I were being rude to him, it would be one thing. I was very nice. No, I wasn't nice to the checkout lady, so maybe the cart pusher was just karma biting me in the ass for being rude to the checker. Maybe I should stop shopping on Friday nights.
