Thursday, February 23, 2006
Shitcicles
I hate being sick. I really do. But what I hate worse is, being sick when someone else is sick. See, I don't get to be selfish very often, so DAMMIT I'm taking advantage of it when I get the opportunity. Not to say I didn't feel bad last week when Mr. M was shoveling 10 inches of snow by himself, and folding laundry, and making me soup and tea, and generally being as awesome as he normally is, although he could have at least cleaned a toilet ;) However, when Mr. M walked into the door last night, I knew he was in trouble.
He briefly kissed me and said he was going to lay down for 5-10 minutes, which I immediately took as I'll see you in an hour or two. So I had to drag my ass off the couch, find something to make the kids since I wasn't wasting the good meal we had planned if neither of us could eat it. Then I had to cook dessert with the kids as we had been planning it for 3 days but kept getting sidetracked for one reason or another. What I wanted to be doing last in the world was standing in my kitchen coaching them through the process while my throat was on fire. But my hero was now prostrate on the couch in serious pain. Once we made it to bed he spent most of the night in the bathroom, wondering how it's physically possible to puke up 2 gallons of vomit when you've only eaten 2 ounces of food.
He had a small smile on his face this morning when he left for work, so hopefully he'll be 100% by the weekend so we can enjoy our time at the beach, even if it will be 30 degrees.....
He briefly kissed me and said he was going to lay down for 5-10 minutes, which I immediately took as I'll see you in an hour or two. So I had to drag my ass off the couch, find something to make the kids since I wasn't wasting the good meal we had planned if neither of us could eat it. Then I had to cook dessert with the kids as we had been planning it for 3 days but kept getting sidetracked for one reason or another. What I wanted to be doing last in the world was standing in my kitchen coaching them through the process while my throat was on fire. But my hero was now prostrate on the couch in serious pain. Once we made it to bed he spent most of the night in the bathroom, wondering how it's physically possible to puke up 2 gallons of vomit when you've only eaten 2 ounces of food.
He had a small smile on his face this morning when he left for work, so hopefully he'll be 100% by the weekend so we can enjoy our time at the beach, even if it will be 30 degrees.....
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Oh, they're good, very good
Nyquil is gone, so I grab the Tylenol Flu and Cold. It's blue. I don't trust blue things. I fill the little medicine cup, grab a glass of OJ to flush, and go. Mmmmm, it tastes like a cold burst of something...what flavor is this? I turn to the bottle and read:
Cold Burst
I hang my head in shame.....
Cold Burst
I hang my head in shame.....
Just when you think
I'm about tired of being sick y'all. I'm not a whiner, okay, well, not in real life anyway. But this just sucks. Just when my chest finally stops feeling like it's going to burst into next century, my fucking throat starts hurting again. Went to the eye doctors today, my prescription hasn't changed in about 3 years and this year the right eye still stayed the same but the left went up one notch, so not too bad. However, my blood pressure was still up. Last week it was high at the ER and I though, well, duh, my heart is about to explode so I kinda expected that one, but today? TODAY? Today I did nothing to make my BP rise to that level. Now I'm concerned. So either the virus is still alive and kicking, or it's making a second trip around, or someday soon I'll be driving along and suddenly be in the ditch. Hopefully that happens AFTER the new life insurance is approved.....
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Granny pants is gone
Thank you all for agreeing with me. Thank goodness our visual senses will never again be accosted by a plastic woman in a full diaper trapsing around the dance floor. Not that I didn't think Lisa was a great dancer, she is and I think she deserved to stay longer than Jerry Rice, who is a fabulous man, just not a better dancer than Lisa. However, I'm totally torn between Stacey and Drew, they both kick ass.
On to other news. We've spent a lot of time in Philly and driving back and forth between Philly and VA, and it's not going to end now. Both, yes BOTH business offers we put in were accepted. This is scary. Not so much for me, that's not to say I'm completely calm, but I've been through this before, but Mr. M, he is petrified. And it's kinda cute, but kinda scary too. He's never had to depend on just himself for a paycheck and that is a frightening change from the corporate world. There are no paid vacation days, no guaranteed paycheck every two weeks, and of course a ton of worry over Psycho Mom and how she can make our lives hell.
Of course there is excitement too. We are taking over two businesses that are in pretty good shape to begin with, and with our kickass marketing plan they will be incredible within a year. Mr. M and I both have our strengths, he will definitely be the one who motivates the employees and clients with his fabulous smile and amazing attitude. I will probably be more on the marketing and creative end. Of course there won't be complete lines because we work really well together and are both excited about all the aspects of taking over everything.
Of course we still have to be approved by corporate, so fingers are crossed.....
On to other news. We've spent a lot of time in Philly and driving back and forth between Philly and VA, and it's not going to end now. Both, yes BOTH business offers we put in were accepted. This is scary. Not so much for me, that's not to say I'm completely calm, but I've been through this before, but Mr. M, he is petrified. And it's kinda cute, but kinda scary too. He's never had to depend on just himself for a paycheck and that is a frightening change from the corporate world. There are no paid vacation days, no guaranteed paycheck every two weeks, and of course a ton of worry over Psycho Mom and how she can make our lives hell.
Of course there is excitement too. We are taking over two businesses that are in pretty good shape to begin with, and with our kickass marketing plan they will be incredible within a year. Mr. M and I both have our strengths, he will definitely be the one who motivates the employees and clients with his fabulous smile and amazing attitude. I will probably be more on the marketing and creative end. Of course there won't be complete lines because we work really well together and are both excited about all the aspects of taking over everything.
Of course we still have to be approved by corporate, so fingers are crossed.....
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Happy Valentine's (Yester)Day
(Recalling how it all began...)
I can’t begin to explain everything about her that makes her so amazing. I know from talking to her, blog history, and from some of you – people whom she considers her close friends – that she was in a very unhappy place a little over a year ago. She was on the brink of some very difficult circumstances and decisions, most of which none of us should ever have to experience. Putting on the brave face and attempting to make the most of having fun when she could only masked the struggles that were always “right there.”
I was in a similar place, though I had made peace with some of the mistakes made in my wake. By March of 2004, I had decided to give up on women believing relationships were too difficult, too much work, and something that just wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, what were the chances of finding someone who would want to start, cultivate, and continue to a meaningful relationship with someone with two children, a monstrous STBEW, and an uncertain financial future given the adversarial divorce/custody circumstances?
I was wrong.
I went on a couple of meaningless dates and flat-out turned down another. No spark. No interest. Perhaps no real desire on my part, just going through the motions. About March or April of 2004, I can recall sitting in the house watching the Rock-N-Roll Hall Of Fame telecast which closed with an all-star rendition of George Harrison’s While My Guitar Gently Weeps and it featured Prince playing the lead guitar. I am a fan of his and the musical talent that man possesses puts him high atop the list of performers in my mind. I was blown away by his guitar playing all over again. This is important to the story because it was at that precise moment in time that I was going to buy tickets to his August 22nd, 2004 show in Philadelphia since he was “back to normal” again. I bought a pair figuring (to myself) that by the time August rolled around, my situation should mostly be resolved (a foolish moment of optimism I guess) and perhaps I would find someone to take to the show.
I was wrong.
Things became increasingly hostile and adversarial through April, May, June… Sometime subsequent to that ticket purchase I found out that a long-time friend of mine had bought a pair of tickets and her and her husband were going to go. I recall telling her, ”Great, hopefully by that time, I’ll find someone worthy of taking to the show and we can double-date!” It didn’t happen as I was dealing with too much on the home-front. Fast forward to about August 16th, 2004 and hear my friends disappointment that I was probably just going to dump the tickets and bail on the show. She pleaded for me to go anyway, and while I don’t mind going to a show like that on my own, I just wasn’t feeling like it.
I was wrong. I really did feel like going, but finding a date at this late point in time just seemed impossible.
I come up with a goofy idea. I decided to post a request for a date on two message boards which I frequent. I requested a date. I promised no shenanigans, no games, no expectations of anything other than a nice night out without any bullshit… something I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. While I’m certain most initial reactions to this would be – “sad” – followed by a few chuckles, I have managed to convince myself that it was a pretty interesting idea and my expectations were that not one single soul would accept.
I was wrong. Someone accepted.
Queen and I talked on the phone beforehand, exchanged pictures, and she agreed to take a chance. She drove to my home in the early afternoon of the 22nd. She looked great. We talked as though we had been friends for years. Neither of us dominated the conversation. We knew we each had difficult personal circumstances and were careful not to let it be the entire focus of our discussion. Things were really nice. Our conversation lasted 2 hours before we headed out to a wonderful dinner at a great restaurant where the conversation continued for about another 2 hours. Queen and I agreed that it was during dinner that something seemed to be “clicking” between us (a discussion had later). The drive to the concert was even fun. We’re on a “date” and the two of us have reached a comfort level that saw us (gulp) singing duets in the car together and doing a lot of laughing. It was quite corny actually, but fun nonetheless.
At the concert, we’re walking to our seats and Queen is on my right. As we almost walked past the tunnel, I made a sudden turn to go that way (to my right) and Queen and I collided. Looking back now, my reaction was one of fear that she would think I was trying to cop a feel as I apologized profusely and she just grinned, perhaps telling me to relax. We made it to our seats, the concert starts and it was, as expected, an incredible show. We danced as much as we could given how close the seating situation is at a concert. I can remember looking at her almost all night and “wondering” what she was thinking, how she felt - the usual “first-date with no chance at a second-date” mind ramblings. When we talk about it now, I describe it as “looking in your ear hole the entire time” which she acknowledges she either felt or knew or saw. Whatever. Concert is over, more conversation in the car, though she does rest for a while on the way home. We end up talking until 3AM and she ends up staying over. In the morning, I get up and make her breakfast, we chat some more and then she is gone. I had exactly the kind of date I had envisioned. Actually it probably exceeded my expectations in terms of just how wonderful a night out could be. I doubted something like that would happen again anytime soon.
I was wrong. Surprised?
After a few days had passed, I contacted Queen again, told her how wonderful a time I had with her and expressed hope that perhaps we could get together again sometime. She agreed and the rest, as they say, is history.
We were very forthright with each other regarding our personal circumstances and she had no expectations, but our subsequent meetings in the weeks after our first date were just as amazing in terms of having nothing short of a magnificent time together - mostly doing the simplest of things. The times we spent apart included hours of phone conversations nearly every single night. It was almost sick, we would even watch television shows together “on the phone.” Of course, our relationship accelerated way faster than either of us expected or (at times) perhaps we wanted. We both still had an incredible level of personal issues with which we had to deal, but the “runaway train” couldn’t be stopped. I’m sure many of you have followed along either via the blog or personal conversations or both.
Why do I feel she is so amazing? Well, besides her great looks, being an amazing lover, and her ~ahem~ sparkling personality… (long pause) ;-) …she has made so many sacrifices to allow me and my children into her life and the lives of her children. She’s an absolute joy to be around. Fun, funny, interesting, loving – the list goes on. She’s an incredible partner in every facet of our lives. She continues to have to deal with my ongoing custody circumstances and the Psychex (and at times – her family) and assists me in that situation in every way she possibly can. She deals with my occasional anxiety, frustration, and fears in that regard. She does so willingly. She does so because she loves me and my children and she knows I love her, the Prince, and the Princess. She does so because she cares immensely. She does so because she was wrong about her belief that there was anyone out there worth loving or who would love her in the capacity about which she so often dreamed.
Right now I cannot think of an adjective that would appropriately describe just how wonderful a woman and partner Queen is. Both of us desired to have a meaningful opportunity to leave the past behind and find a fresh future. Both of us believed it was no longer possible. We were wrong.
It’s still very hard for me (and others) to believe that where we’ve come from, where we are today, and whatever our future holds for us was born of a long-shot post for a “fun evening out” on a silly message board.
I can’t begin to explain everything about her that makes her so amazing. I know from talking to her, blog history, and from some of you – people whom she considers her close friends – that she was in a very unhappy place a little over a year ago. She was on the brink of some very difficult circumstances and decisions, most of which none of us should ever have to experience. Putting on the brave face and attempting to make the most of having fun when she could only masked the struggles that were always “right there.”
I was in a similar place, though I had made peace with some of the mistakes made in my wake. By March of 2004, I had decided to give up on women believing relationships were too difficult, too much work, and something that just wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, what were the chances of finding someone who would want to start, cultivate, and continue to a meaningful relationship with someone with two children, a monstrous STBEW, and an uncertain financial future given the adversarial divorce/custody circumstances?
I was wrong.
I went on a couple of meaningless dates and flat-out turned down another. No spark. No interest. Perhaps no real desire on my part, just going through the motions. About March or April of 2004, I can recall sitting in the house watching the Rock-N-Roll Hall Of Fame telecast which closed with an all-star rendition of George Harrison’s While My Guitar Gently Weeps and it featured Prince playing the lead guitar. I am a fan of his and the musical talent that man possesses puts him high atop the list of performers in my mind. I was blown away by his guitar playing all over again. This is important to the story because it was at that precise moment in time that I was going to buy tickets to his August 22nd, 2004 show in Philadelphia since he was “back to normal” again. I bought a pair figuring (to myself) that by the time August rolled around, my situation should mostly be resolved (a foolish moment of optimism I guess) and perhaps I would find someone to take to the show.
I was wrong.
Things became increasingly hostile and adversarial through April, May, June… Sometime subsequent to that ticket purchase I found out that a long-time friend of mine had bought a pair of tickets and her and her husband were going to go. I recall telling her, ”Great, hopefully by that time, I’ll find someone worthy of taking to the show and we can double-date!” It didn’t happen as I was dealing with too much on the home-front. Fast forward to about August 16th, 2004 and hear my friends disappointment that I was probably just going to dump the tickets and bail on the show. She pleaded for me to go anyway, and while I don’t mind going to a show like that on my own, I just wasn’t feeling like it.
I was wrong. I really did feel like going, but finding a date at this late point in time just seemed impossible.
I come up with a goofy idea. I decided to post a request for a date on two message boards which I frequent. I requested a date. I promised no shenanigans, no games, no expectations of anything other than a nice night out without any bullshit… something I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. While I’m certain most initial reactions to this would be – “sad” – followed by a few chuckles, I have managed to convince myself that it was a pretty interesting idea and my expectations were that not one single soul would accept.
I was wrong. Someone accepted.
Queen and I talked on the phone beforehand, exchanged pictures, and she agreed to take a chance. She drove to my home in the early afternoon of the 22nd. She looked great. We talked as though we had been friends for years. Neither of us dominated the conversation. We knew we each had difficult personal circumstances and were careful not to let it be the entire focus of our discussion. Things were really nice. Our conversation lasted 2 hours before we headed out to a wonderful dinner at a great restaurant where the conversation continued for about another 2 hours. Queen and I agreed that it was during dinner that something seemed to be “clicking” between us (a discussion had later). The drive to the concert was even fun. We’re on a “date” and the two of us have reached a comfort level that saw us (gulp) singing duets in the car together and doing a lot of laughing. It was quite corny actually, but fun nonetheless.
At the concert, we’re walking to our seats and Queen is on my right. As we almost walked past the tunnel, I made a sudden turn to go that way (to my right) and Queen and I collided. Looking back now, my reaction was one of fear that she would think I was trying to cop a feel as I apologized profusely and she just grinned, perhaps telling me to relax. We made it to our seats, the concert starts and it was, as expected, an incredible show. We danced as much as we could given how close the seating situation is at a concert. I can remember looking at her almost all night and “wondering” what she was thinking, how she felt - the usual “first-date with no chance at a second-date” mind ramblings. When we talk about it now, I describe it as “looking in your ear hole the entire time” which she acknowledges she either felt or knew or saw. Whatever. Concert is over, more conversation in the car, though she does rest for a while on the way home. We end up talking until 3AM and she ends up staying over. In the morning, I get up and make her breakfast, we chat some more and then she is gone. I had exactly the kind of date I had envisioned. Actually it probably exceeded my expectations in terms of just how wonderful a night out could be. I doubted something like that would happen again anytime soon.
I was wrong. Surprised?
After a few days had passed, I contacted Queen again, told her how wonderful a time I had with her and expressed hope that perhaps we could get together again sometime. She agreed and the rest, as they say, is history.
We were very forthright with each other regarding our personal circumstances and she had no expectations, but our subsequent meetings in the weeks after our first date were just as amazing in terms of having nothing short of a magnificent time together - mostly doing the simplest of things. The times we spent apart included hours of phone conversations nearly every single night. It was almost sick, we would even watch television shows together “on the phone.” Of course, our relationship accelerated way faster than either of us expected or (at times) perhaps we wanted. We both still had an incredible level of personal issues with which we had to deal, but the “runaway train” couldn’t be stopped. I’m sure many of you have followed along either via the blog or personal conversations or both.
Why do I feel she is so amazing? Well, besides her great looks, being an amazing lover, and her ~ahem~ sparkling personality… (long pause) ;-) …she has made so many sacrifices to allow me and my children into her life and the lives of her children. She’s an absolute joy to be around. Fun, funny, interesting, loving – the list goes on. She’s an incredible partner in every facet of our lives. She continues to have to deal with my ongoing custody circumstances and the Psychex (and at times – her family) and assists me in that situation in every way she possibly can. She deals with my occasional anxiety, frustration, and fears in that regard. She does so willingly. She does so because she loves me and my children and she knows I love her, the Prince, and the Princess. She does so because she cares immensely. She does so because she was wrong about her belief that there was anyone out there worth loving or who would love her in the capacity about which she so often dreamed.
Right now I cannot think of an adjective that would appropriately describe just how wonderful a woman and partner Queen is. Both of us desired to have a meaningful opportunity to leave the past behind and find a fresh future. Both of us believed it was no longer possible. We were wrong.
It’s still very hard for me (and others) to believe that where we’ve come from, where we are today, and whatever our future holds for us was born of a long-shot post for a “fun evening out” on a silly message board.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Pass the Vicodin
Friday night we drove up to Philly very late for the funeral on Saturday morning. We stopped for a drink and then hit the sleazy motel, still wondering if we should leave after the viewing to try to outrun the snow storm of the century or wait it out and risk being stuck in PA for 2-3 days. Saturday morning we awoke and our answer was pretty much made for us, I was sick as hell.
We made it through the viewing, and stopped by one of Mr. M's brother's home, where we would have been staying for the weekend. We were looking forward to spending time with them and working on a project for his company we are helping with, but instead we left quickly, hit Perkins and then hit the turnpike just as the snow started to fall. By the time we hit the half way point home I needed more Ibuprofen, my whole body hurt. I made it through the rest of the day doped up, went to sleep fairly well, and then at 3 am I was hit with chest pains. I couldn't lay or sit, the only way to stop the pain was to walk around. I found a sitting position that finally allowed me a half hours rest, and then the pain got worse after that. I was completely miserable all of Sunday but wanted to get through the night before I took myself to the ER if I was still in pain. Yea, apparently I'm a masochist.
See, a week ago the life insurance company had scheduled my physical for this morning, and there was no way I was missing it due to being in the hospital and thereby killing my chance of approval, not to mention the health insurance that runs out Feb 28th and I have to set up the new account. Long story short, the physical was rescheduled and so I got up and took the kids with me to the ER.
At this point I could barely breathe when the pain would hit, and I really shouldn't have been driving but I didn't have much of a choice. They did the full rounds, EKG, chest scans, x-rays for blood clots, gallons of blood tests. I left with a diagnosis of a virus in my heart and lungs, and a prescription of Vicodin. I finally slept for 4 hours after being awake for the better part of 50 hours. It was the best sleep ever.....
We made it through the viewing, and stopped by one of Mr. M's brother's home, where we would have been staying for the weekend. We were looking forward to spending time with them and working on a project for his company we are helping with, but instead we left quickly, hit Perkins and then hit the turnpike just as the snow started to fall. By the time we hit the half way point home I needed more Ibuprofen, my whole body hurt. I made it through the rest of the day doped up, went to sleep fairly well, and then at 3 am I was hit with chest pains. I couldn't lay or sit, the only way to stop the pain was to walk around. I found a sitting position that finally allowed me a half hours rest, and then the pain got worse after that. I was completely miserable all of Sunday but wanted to get through the night before I took myself to the ER if I was still in pain. Yea, apparently I'm a masochist.
See, a week ago the life insurance company had scheduled my physical for this morning, and there was no way I was missing it due to being in the hospital and thereby killing my chance of approval, not to mention the health insurance that runs out Feb 28th and I have to set up the new account. Long story short, the physical was rescheduled and so I got up and took the kids with me to the ER.
At this point I could barely breathe when the pain would hit, and I really shouldn't have been driving but I didn't have much of a choice. They did the full rounds, EKG, chest scans, x-rays for blood clots, gallons of blood tests. I left with a diagnosis of a virus in my heart and lungs, and a prescription of Vicodin. I finally slept for 4 hours after being awake for the better part of 50 hours. It was the best sleep ever.....
Thursday, February 09, 2006
At your service
First of all, how come Mr. M got fun questions, WTF? No, I've never had a gerbil up my ass, and maybe all you knew that already, but geez.
So, Dawn asked for an update on the Roomba and today is the perfect day to do so, because it almost killed my son. Okay, sorta.
After waiting a FULL 7 hours for it to charge the first time, the Prince and I were ready to go. We picked everything up off the floor and started it up. First, it's LOUD. I had not heard this and I was somewhat disappointed as my dreams of letting it run as we went off to bed were shattered. However, as the Prince and I followed it around the house, we were enthralled. At some point he had to drag me away from watching it. It maneuvered very well, only getting stuck in the breakfast bar stools, which I then put up. It was able to go over rugs very well, with only a minor problem in the living room as we have a very thin chenille rug where it would get caught on the edge and pull it with the wheels. It was always able to get itself unstuck, but I would have to fix the edge of the rug behind it mostly because the rug pad would get wrinkled and not let the rug lay flat again.
The sensors detect when there is a lot of dirt such as the oriental rug in front of the main entrance and the other one in the hall right off the garage. It automatically went into deep cleaning in those areas and did an EXCELLENT job getting everything. All in all, I was VERY happy with the results downstairs. It covered the entire area even though it didn't seem to be going in any determined pathway.
So we charged again and the next day took it upstairs which is all carpeted. They say it won't fall down the steps, but I didn't test this, I used the electronic barrier to block it from going near them and it worked perfectly. We had a blast watching it go from room to room and Mr. M and I decided to relax with a glass of wine and let it finish the master bedroom. About a half hour later we realize we couldn't hear it anymore, it must be done! I go upstairs and search for where it ended, and search, and search, and call Mr. M to search, and search, and a FULL 5 minutes later we find it. Seriously, I felt incredibly stupid, this thing isn't small, it's a good 14 inches across and BRIGHT RED! And yet we lost it. We laughed, and laughed, and swore never to tell anyone.
So today I go for race #2 downstairs since we have a funeral this weekend and will be away, and probably stuck in the 12 inches of snow called for on Saturday. My kids are normally pretty calm, they could be bleeding with a head wound, and they are quiet as can be. So you can imagine the thoughts going through my head and how fast my heart was beating from all the adrenaline when the Prince starts screaming and I turn around to see him holding the roomba with his fingers underneath. With pictures of missing extremities I throw down the computer, literally, and run over to him...
...only to find out he's screaming because the roomba is sucking up the string on his fucking backpack. I don't think he was too thrilled with the words that came out of my mouth. But at least he's still in one piece. And the Roomba still works.
I would totally buy it again and once the price comes down on the Scooba, I'm getting it.....
So, Dawn asked for an update on the Roomba and today is the perfect day to do so, because it almost killed my son. Okay, sorta.
After waiting a FULL 7 hours for it to charge the first time, the Prince and I were ready to go. We picked everything up off the floor and started it up. First, it's LOUD. I had not heard this and I was somewhat disappointed as my dreams of letting it run as we went off to bed were shattered. However, as the Prince and I followed it around the house, we were enthralled. At some point he had to drag me away from watching it. It maneuvered very well, only getting stuck in the breakfast bar stools, which I then put up. It was able to go over rugs very well, with only a minor problem in the living room as we have a very thin chenille rug where it would get caught on the edge and pull it with the wheels. It was always able to get itself unstuck, but I would have to fix the edge of the rug behind it mostly because the rug pad would get wrinkled and not let the rug lay flat again.
The sensors detect when there is a lot of dirt such as the oriental rug in front of the main entrance and the other one in the hall right off the garage. It automatically went into deep cleaning in those areas and did an EXCELLENT job getting everything. All in all, I was VERY happy with the results downstairs. It covered the entire area even though it didn't seem to be going in any determined pathway.
So we charged again and the next day took it upstairs which is all carpeted. They say it won't fall down the steps, but I didn't test this, I used the electronic barrier to block it from going near them and it worked perfectly. We had a blast watching it go from room to room and Mr. M and I decided to relax with a glass of wine and let it finish the master bedroom. About a half hour later we realize we couldn't hear it anymore, it must be done! I go upstairs and search for where it ended, and search, and search, and call Mr. M to search, and search, and a FULL 5 minutes later we find it. Seriously, I felt incredibly stupid, this thing isn't small, it's a good 14 inches across and BRIGHT RED! And yet we lost it. We laughed, and laughed, and swore never to tell anyone.
So today I go for race #2 downstairs since we have a funeral this weekend and will be away, and probably stuck in the 12 inches of snow called for on Saturday. My kids are normally pretty calm, they could be bleeding with a head wound, and they are quiet as can be. So you can imagine the thoughts going through my head and how fast my heart was beating from all the adrenaline when the Prince starts screaming and I turn around to see him holding the roomba with his fingers underneath. With pictures of missing extremities I throw down the computer, literally, and run over to him...
...only to find out he's screaming because the roomba is sucking up the string on his fucking backpack. I don't think he was too thrilled with the words that came out of my mouth. But at least he's still in one piece. And the Roomba still works.
I would totally buy it again and once the price comes down on the Scooba, I'm getting it.....
Q&A 30: Odds & Ends & WTFs?
1 - What's your shoe size? 13
2 - Is your first name really Eugene? No.
3 - How much did the sex change cost? What sex change?
4 - Is there any criminal activity or were any laws broken? I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
5 - Are you bullshitting us? No!
6 - How big are your cans? I don't wear a bra... yet... but I'd have to venture a small A.
7 - Is there a God? I sure hope so!
8 - Have you ever fondled another man? No. Well, unless a hug is considered fondling...
9 - Boxers or briefs? Both depending upon what mood I'm in and also whatever happens to come out of the drawer in the darkness of the morning.
10 - Did you file for divorce or did she? She did.
11 - Why did she leave? Was it b/c you bought the bike? It wasn't because I bought the bike. It was, according to her, because I didn't make enough money, she didn't have enough "things," and she was just unhappy.
12 - You're a big ole' teddy bear in real life, huh? Most of the time, yes.
13 - Did you smoke the Cuban cigars yet? The review? Yes, they were much better than I had anticipated. I didn't believe the "hype."
14 - Have you ever injured yourself during an attempt to throat your own hog? No.
15 - How tall are you? 6'1" tall if I stretch in the morning.
16 - Do you mind that she wants to tie you up and tap your ass? No, not at all.
17 - What is your real name? Mister-M.
18 - Can I borrow your chainsaw? If you want to get your fingerprints all over it, that's fine with me!
19 - Assuming you and Queen look exactly alike and live in houses across the street next to a fork in the road and I needed to take one path to the doctor and the other leads to death with nasty pointy teeth and one of you always lies and one always tells the truth what one question could I ask to get on the right road? Which road should I take?
20 - Why are you talking to yourself? More often than not because I believe I give myself the best answer... whether it's the right answer or not.
21 - How do you know that Queen isn't just another whack-O broad that's gonna' f-up your life? Faith, hope, and love. And also because she's taking the chance that I'm not another whack-o dude who's gonna f-up her life.
22 - Do you have change for a $20? At the moment, no, I do not.
23 - Do you like movies about gladiators? Some I do, some I don't.
24 - Ever ridden in a short bus? Yes, I have.
25 - Ever had a gerbil in your ass? No, I have not.
26 - Were/Are you stalking me? No, I am not.
27 - I heard you suck donkey balls. Can you confirm that statement? No, I cannot.
28 - What up dog? Nuttin' much, dawg!
29 - Have you ever had Shasta Grape Soda? Yes, I sure have! Good stuff, too.
30 - Have you ever gotten sexually aroused in the men's locker room? No, can't say that I have.
2 - Is your first name really Eugene? No.
3 - How much did the sex change cost? What sex change?
4 - Is there any criminal activity or were any laws broken? I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
5 - Are you bullshitting us? No!
6 - How big are your cans? I don't wear a bra... yet... but I'd have to venture a small A.
7 - Is there a God? I sure hope so!
8 - Have you ever fondled another man? No. Well, unless a hug is considered fondling...
9 - Boxers or briefs? Both depending upon what mood I'm in and also whatever happens to come out of the drawer in the darkness of the morning.
10 - Did you file for divorce or did she? She did.
11 - Why did she leave? Was it b/c you bought the bike? It wasn't because I bought the bike. It was, according to her, because I didn't make enough money, she didn't have enough "things," and she was just unhappy.
12 - You're a big ole' teddy bear in real life, huh? Most of the time, yes.
13 - Did you smoke the Cuban cigars yet? The review? Yes, they were much better than I had anticipated. I didn't believe the "hype."
14 - Have you ever injured yourself during an attempt to throat your own hog? No.
15 - How tall are you? 6'1" tall if I stretch in the morning.
16 - Do you mind that she wants to tie you up and tap your ass? No, not at all.
17 - What is your real name? Mister-M.
18 - Can I borrow your chainsaw? If you want to get your fingerprints all over it, that's fine with me!
19 - Assuming you and Queen look exactly alike and live in houses across the street next to a fork in the road and I needed to take one path to the doctor and the other leads to death with nasty pointy teeth and one of you always lies and one always tells the truth what one question could I ask to get on the right road? Which road should I take?
20 - Why are you talking to yourself? More often than not because I believe I give myself the best answer... whether it's the right answer or not.
21 - How do you know that Queen isn't just another whack-O broad that's gonna' f-up your life? Faith, hope, and love. And also because she's taking the chance that I'm not another whack-o dude who's gonna f-up her life.
22 - Do you have change for a $20? At the moment, no, I do not.
23 - Do you like movies about gladiators? Some I do, some I don't.
24 - Ever ridden in a short bus? Yes, I have.
25 - Ever had a gerbil in your ass? No, I have not.
26 - Were/Are you stalking me? No, I am not.
27 - I heard you suck donkey balls. Can you confirm that statement? No, I cannot.
28 - What up dog? Nuttin' much, dawg!
29 - Have you ever had Shasta Grape Soda? Yes, I sure have! Good stuff, too.
30 - Have you ever gotten sexually aroused in the men's locker room? No, can't say that I have.
Monday, February 06, 2006
For my 600th post - Random Questions and Not-So-Random Answers
Questions from Mr. M, Answers from Queen
1. Do you wish on stars? Yes
2. Which finger is your favorite finger? Middle, lots of uses ;)
3. When did you last cry? Yesterday at lunch, had to stop myself when we were discussing my grandmother
4. Do you like your handwriting? Yes and no, I liked it before I saw Mr. M's, his rocks
5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey by far
6. Any bad habits? I like popping other people's zits, it's a sickness
7. If you were another person, would you be friends with YOU? Hell yea
8. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Nope, never
9. How do you release anger? Spend, spend, spend
10. Where is your second home? My grandmother's, it's so easy to go home and be taken care of.
11. Do you trust others easily? Yes, too easily. I often overlook the bad things, like my father's drinking for years.
12. What was your favorite toy as a child? I didn't really have toys, but I remember one Mickey Mouse phone.
13. What are your nicknames? Foggy Morning, don't ask
14. Would you ever bungee jump? Hell no
15. Do you untie your shoes before taking them off? Nope
16. Do you think that you are strong? Physically or emotionally? I definitely think I'm strong emotionally, physically could use some improvement to get back to being strong.
17. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla, it's so pure
18. What is your least favorite food? Anything green
19. Are you in love with anyone? Absolutely
20. What color pants are you wearing? Blue
21. What are you listening to right now? Starting Over, on TV
22. What was the last thing you ate? About to eat cheese and chili dip that we ended up not making for the superbowl last night
23. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black
24. How is the weather right now? Sunny but cold
25. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Gram
26. How are you today? Pretty good, have some extra time to myself that I didn't think I'd get
27. Favorite Drink? Vodka and grape juice
28. Favorite Sport? Football, only if actually at the game
29. Favorite month? June, can't wait
30. Favorite day of the year? May 24th
31. Scary movies or happy ending? Happy ending everytime
32. Hug or kiss? Kiss
33. Relationships or one-night stands? Relationships believe it or not
34. Want your friends to write back? Yes
35. Who loves you? Mr. M, my kids, my family
36. Favorite Car? Jaguar S type
37. Favorite Dance? Tango
38. Do you know how much he loves you? Oh goodness, yes
39. First job? Lifeguard
40. Are your dreams going to come true? Definitely.....
1. Do you wish on stars? Yes
2. Which finger is your favorite finger? Middle, lots of uses ;)
3. When did you last cry? Yesterday at lunch, had to stop myself when we were discussing my grandmother
4. Do you like your handwriting? Yes and no, I liked it before I saw Mr. M's, his rocks
5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey by far
6. Any bad habits? I like popping other people's zits, it's a sickness
7. If you were another person, would you be friends with YOU? Hell yea
8. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Nope, never
9. How do you release anger? Spend, spend, spend
10. Where is your second home? My grandmother's, it's so easy to go home and be taken care of.
11. Do you trust others easily? Yes, too easily. I often overlook the bad things, like my father's drinking for years.
12. What was your favorite toy as a child? I didn't really have toys, but I remember one Mickey Mouse phone.
13. What are your nicknames? Foggy Morning, don't ask
14. Would you ever bungee jump? Hell no
15. Do you untie your shoes before taking them off? Nope
16. Do you think that you are strong? Physically or emotionally? I definitely think I'm strong emotionally, physically could use some improvement to get back to being strong.
17. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla, it's so pure
18. What is your least favorite food? Anything green
19. Are you in love with anyone? Absolutely
20. What color pants are you wearing? Blue
21. What are you listening to right now? Starting Over, on TV
22. What was the last thing you ate? About to eat cheese and chili dip that we ended up not making for the superbowl last night
23. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black
24. How is the weather right now? Sunny but cold
25. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Gram
26. How are you today? Pretty good, have some extra time to myself that I didn't think I'd get
27. Favorite Drink? Vodka and grape juice
28. Favorite Sport? Football, only if actually at the game
29. Favorite month? June, can't wait
30. Favorite day of the year? May 24th
31. Scary movies or happy ending? Happy ending everytime
32. Hug or kiss? Kiss
33. Relationships or one-night stands? Relationships believe it or not
34. Want your friends to write back? Yes
35. Who loves you? Mr. M, my kids, my family
36. Favorite Car? Jaguar S type
37. Favorite Dance? Tango
38. Do you know how much he loves you? Oh goodness, yes
39. First job? Lifeguard
40. Are your dreams going to come true? Definitely.....
My ass hurts
And it's not from what you think. That is perfectly fine. It's actually because Mr. M and I moved all of the furniture this weekend and danced for hours. The Foxtrot, Waltz and Tango. No toes were injured, but I think I need to spend some time on the elliptical in 4 inch heels because the muscles you use are COMPLETELY different than when you are wearing sneakers.....
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Happiness
How do you find these demented movies?
They aren't demented, I look for Indepent movies that are rated highly..... by other demented people.
They aren't demented, I look for Indepent movies that are rated highly..... by other demented people.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I'm in love
George Hamilton just rocks.
On the other hand, the Hollywood Squares guy just freaks me the fuck out. Can he stop making double entendres before my head explodes.....
On the other hand, the Hollywood Squares guy just freaks me the fuck out. Can he stop making double entendres before my head explodes.....
It's HERE!
I abhor dirty floors. At this count we own I think 3 vacuums, and they all get used, we have about 5 gallons of Murpy's oil and another 5 gallons of lavendar water for the wood floors. But I'm never happy. Typically I take the cordless vacuum and do the floors, then swiffer for the dust, then mop and use the larger vacuum on the area rugs. Half the time I also get the middle vacuum out, not to mention everything I pick up on my hands and knees and the 50 times a week I just grab the sponge to get something, like coffee stains MR M $@^$@%^&#$%#*&!
I hope today will change all that. I finally ordered a Roomba. I read every review because I simply didn't believe it would work. Luckily, Mr. M has been delayed in Michigan until tomorrow, so I get to use my new toy after it charges for 7 hours, SEVEN HOURS. That's enough time for a bottle of wine to kill this throat thing I have going on now I think.....
I hope today will change all that. I finally ordered a Roomba. I read every review because I simply didn't believe it would work. Luckily, Mr. M has been delayed in Michigan until tomorrow, so I get to use my new toy after it charges for 7 hours, SEVEN HOURS. That's enough time for a bottle of wine to kill this throat thing I have going on now I think.....
You've come a long way baby
When Mr. M and I first started dating, we'd see each other maybe every other week, sometimes for a mere 24 hours, usually just a couple of days. We kept in touch by phone, e-mail, IM'ing, and the occassional written letter tucked into a pocket discreetly, or on a windshield at the airport. Eventually we created a journal that we passed back and forth that we continue to use to this day.
During those months we both enjoyed time to ourselves, whether it was joining a brother at the cigar shop, or going shopping with the girls. We both had business trips and we'd sometimes join each other for the week during those, or we'd be off on our own across the country and occassionally out of the country with no phone/e-mail access. I loved my time to myself, I loved that first call when I returned, that first kiss the next time we saw each other.
Two days ago Mr. M got news he would be going to Michigan, the.next.day. A bit of short notice, but we handled it. He left on a jet plane yesterday, and so for the first time in 6 months, I had a night to myself. And the only thing I wanted to do, was curl up on the couch with Mr. M.....
During those months we both enjoyed time to ourselves, whether it was joining a brother at the cigar shop, or going shopping with the girls. We both had business trips and we'd sometimes join each other for the week during those, or we'd be off on our own across the country and occassionally out of the country with no phone/e-mail access. I loved my time to myself, I loved that first call when I returned, that first kiss the next time we saw each other.
Two days ago Mr. M got news he would be going to Michigan, the.next.day. A bit of short notice, but we handled it. He left on a jet plane yesterday, and so for the first time in 6 months, I had a night to myself. And the only thing I wanted to do, was curl up on the couch with Mr. M.....
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Super Bowl Sunday
There are two things I love about SBS. Food, and commercials. See I used to hate SBS because the STBEH was a fucking idiot about football. And food. I got tired of the screaming and the 5 lbs of chicken wings he ate. Of course that was every football game, and this year I'm SO FUCKING GLAD TO NOT BE IN THAT HOUSE, because, in case you didn't know, the Seattle Seahawks are his team. See, this divorce came AT JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT! We used to fly to Seattle for games, because I was desparate to work on my marriage. And the one thing he always wanted was the Seahawks to make it to SBS, and IF THAT HAPPENED, I would buy us tickets. Well thank ya Jesus, I'M OFF THE HOOK! Woot! And I'm out of the house so I won't need to console him when they lose. Unfortunately my poor children will be there.
THIS YEAR, I get to sit at home and watch the game and eat a civilized meal which will hopefully consist of large amounts of cheese and crab dip. A girl can dream. However, the commercials have largely been ruined lately. I like being surprised, I like waiting, I like the anticipation of every commercial break. But unfortunately I also like Good Morning America, and now, every company that pays the exorbitant fees for a 30 second spot during the SBS decides to get some extra press by releasing the spot early for news coverage. THIS SUCKS. I'm now seen most of the commercials, and I feel jipped. I won't ruin it for you guys, but I do ask to be reminded not to watch GMA the week before SBS next year.....
THIS YEAR, I get to sit at home and watch the game and eat a civilized meal which will hopefully consist of large amounts of cheese and crab dip. A girl can dream. However, the commercials have largely been ruined lately. I like being surprised, I like waiting, I like the anticipation of every commercial break. But unfortunately I also like Good Morning America, and now, every company that pays the exorbitant fees for a 30 second spot during the SBS decides to get some extra press by releasing the spot early for news coverage. THIS SUCKS. I'm now seen most of the commercials, and I feel jipped. I won't ruin it for you guys, but I do ask to be reminded not to watch GMA the week before SBS next year.....
Entering the real world
Mr. M and I have decided to leave our normal business ventures to launch into something completely new. With real buildings and actual employees, not just friends who like to get together for business in say strip clubs or bars in Vegas and New Orleans. Not that I don't love my business friends TO DEATH, because I do, but it's time to grow up and move into the real world. Unfortunately the real world consists of a whole lot of attorneys and bankers who TAKE FUCKING FOREVER to get back to you. See it started as one business, we were just buying ONE BUSINESS. But then we visited another business and lourved it SO MUCH we decided to try to get both, and that's when hell really let lose. See, although the businesses are the same, the powers that be say we can't own both because they aren't exactly the same. It's called a non-compete clause, and although it would never hold up in court, I really don't feel like setting us up for expensive legal battles when we are putting everything on the line as it is.
So after working this out, hopefully this week, then we will have to work out how Mr. M will get paid so as not to give 50% of every fucking dollar we earn to Psycho Mom. We have no problem with child support, but she isn't fucking getting her fat grubby little hands on my empire. And so the attorney is working on that, at least she better be seeing as how she isn't returning phone calls as usual. Fucking lawyer cunts.
After the legal mess is over, the real mess will begin. See my friends think they never hear from me now, HA, just wait til I'm running between two states again with four kids and 4 businesses. Things will settle down a LITTLE bit when Mr. M quits his "real" job and we get a place near the businesses. No, we aren't leaving the lake house, fuck that shit. I'm compromising to being in PA 50% of the year, that's enough for now. Our only wish now is to find a car that seats at least 7 and gets 100 miles to the gallon, feel free to send ideas.....
So after working this out, hopefully this week, then we will have to work out how Mr. M will get paid so as not to give 50% of every fucking dollar we earn to Psycho Mom. We have no problem with child support, but she isn't fucking getting her fat grubby little hands on my empire. And so the attorney is working on that, at least she better be seeing as how she isn't returning phone calls as usual. Fucking lawyer cunts.
After the legal mess is over, the real mess will begin. See my friends think they never hear from me now, HA, just wait til I'm running between two states again with four kids and 4 businesses. Things will settle down a LITTLE bit when Mr. M quits his "real" job and we get a place near the businesses. No, we aren't leaving the lake house, fuck that shit. I'm compromising to being in PA 50% of the year, that's enough for now. Our only wish now is to find a car that seats at least 7 and gets 100 miles to the gallon, feel free to send ideas.....
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