See, I DO Have a Heart

The very energetic man who I referred to as the magician at work has been out for almost two months getting a bone marrow transplant to treat his bone cancer. An acquaintance told be about a website used by patients facing serious medical issues to stay in touch with friends and gather support--I had never heard of this site, but since then I have come across three different families who have been using it for their issues. It is absolutely wonderful, and I encourage others to use this when they are in difficult health situations or to lend their support to families in need: http://www.caringbridge.org/

Another Debate

We have many friends who are avid motorcycle enthusiasts--people who love cruisers and/or "crotch rockets". And we inevitably have some arguments with these people over proper road ettiquette--particularly with California motorcyclists. What brought this to mind was a recent article posted by the San Diego Union Tribune's site here. When we lived in sunny San Diego (which we miss every single day)--driving with terrible motorcyclists became the bain of our existence. I believe it's worse here than any other city I've lived in because 1. the weather is so awesome that many more people own & ride motorcycles and 2. the close proximity of many large military bases equals lots of young testosterone-filled males who over-aggressively speed & weave through traffic. Making the situation much worse is that California law has a grey area which allows motorcyclists to drive between vehicle lanes. This is what led Brad Pitt to have his little incident in the picture above. (Yes, that is Brad Pitt.)

When we lived in San Diego, Bryan had a big, nasty, beat-up redneck K-5 Blazer--we loved that damn thing! He had a motorcyclist come up on his rear quarter, carelessly weaving between the lanes, who ended up clipping the Blazer--falling over just like Brad Pitt. Bryan swears he heard applause from the other cars on the Coronado bridge that morning, and we've laughed about that incident ever since. However, we later ended up in a heated argument about it with a woman who thinks motorcyclists have every right to weave between lanes...are these people out of their minds? If it was me in my then-new Trans Am, I would've probably got out and beat the shit out of that guy for denting my car!

I don't mind sharing the road with these people--I enjoy riding motorcycles myself--but I cannot be responsible for their recklessness and stupidity.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Pass the Xanax

Remember a few days ago when I let loose some pent up energy on the copier at work? I almost had another episode today... and because I don't carry a psychiatrist in my pocket (maybe I should?)--I have no pills that will magically make everything better. Or do I?

Check out my super-sized bottle of homemade Xanax! (It's even better than the knock-offs I could buy in Mexico!)

No longer will I sit and stew while listening to all those whiny men complain about following rules. Now I can sit back, pop one of my special pills, and soak in the chocolatey goodness--pretending to listen to complaints while getting lost in dreamy thoughts about chocolate...

Lady Gaga vs. Dream Theater

Bryan & I are huge music listeners. When we first met, I was amazed that we had the same taste in music across the board. As in, anything from opera music and symphonic soundtracks to classic rock, 80's music, pop country, heavy metal, some Latina and select boy bands (I can't believe I just admitted that to the entire internet). A very wide range of music! We rarely disagree on it--until recently.

I have a history of not liking a song at first, and then listening to it enough that it grows on me. Bryan is the opposite--he knows immediately if he likes it or not, and never changes his mind. Lady Gaga is where he draws the line. Dream Theather is where I draw mine. Compare the two:

Yeah, she is definitely wierd--but I don't judge music by what the "artist" looks like. I agree that Dream Theater definitely has talent--I just don't like having to listen to a bunch of crap I don't like to get to one peice of the song that kicks butt. Their songs are, like, 15 minutes long!

So I guess our marriage is good if we are only arguing about Lady Gaga and Dream Theater. And I'll secretly let him watch Dream Theater videos on our giant TV because I think the lead singer is hot (even though he always looks pissed off). At the same time, I've taught our boys several of Lady Gaga's "most annoying" lyrics so they go around the house singing...hahahaha!

Not a Productive Use of Sick Time

After trying really, really hard to get sick (so I can get some time off work. alone. with attention and sympathy), I managed not to get the swine flu, the bird flu, the regular flu, or to get any of the other random illnesses that our kids drag into our house on a regular basis. Oh, but finally, I get some mutant form of strep/sinusitis/cold virus over the weekend. And it's not as fun being home sick as I thought it would be. (DUH!) My throat hurts, my head is pounding, my upper chest feels yucky...this isn't the mini-vacation from work that I was wanting. Oh, and since it's viral, antibiotics don't help. UGH.

Office Space

Sooooo, work has been driving me absolutely crazy lately. It's just one problem after another, compounded by lots of whining from many adult men. And then there's me. The woman who is "holding them all hostage"... UGH! Just ask Bryan--I am on the extreme edge of...something. Then today at work, the Xerox copier sent me over that edge. And I proceeded to take some pent up aggression out on it. It will be out of commission for a loooong time. And those men will think twice about whining to ME.

Duke & Daisy

We talked about getting a puppy for Christmas, but didn't find any at the shelters. I don't know what happened yesterday, but out of the blue Bryan called the local shelter and they had puppies. Not just any puppies--Jack Russell mix. By the time he got to the shelter and left, the whole litter was gone! And we ended up with two, because one is black & tan like Loki and the other is so in-your-face-rowdy that he had to have both. These are the little furballs that have turned our house upside-down: Duke and Daisy.

I wasn't ready to deal with the late night/early morning yapping or potty training, but they are so friggin' cute that I guess I'll manage. I told my Mom that I can't even get our kids potty-trained through the night and now I have puppies to housebreak!

Ew! Cameltoe!

Bryan's cameltoe.

What?--you thought I was talking about something else? What's wrong with you??

City Slickers

This is for my Mom, who loves to tease Bryan about being a city slicker! (turn music off at bottom of blog before viewing)

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You Can't Buy & Sell Everything on eBay

I apologize to my Mom in advance, because I don't know what she's going to think of some information given here--might be "TMI"...but it was funny and typical of what I put up with around this house.

I have been jealous of Bryan's love affair with eBay for a while. His affection started just after we moved in together almost 10 years ago--prompted by searching for car parts to upgrade our sports cars. He quickly learned that he can buy mis-spelled items at a low price and sell them at a higher price. When his hobby changed from cars to guitars, he funded all of his new equipment through buying low and selling high on eBay. Now that we both have laptops, he'll sit in the family room and surf eBay all night instead of paying attention TO ME!!!!

I am proud of his ability to fund his expensive hobby through selling stuff on eBay. I don't really have a hobby right now, except to stalk people on Facebook. This morning, while trying to get the kids' breakfast done, I had to swat Bryan off (he knows it annoys me when he gets "handsy")--he "reasoned" that he has to feel me up before my boobs get old! I replied that I'd just go buy new ones. His retorted that I had no way to fund my new boobs because I can't buy & sell used boobs on eBay. I haven't gone out there to check for myself (who knows what would come up if I searched that!)--needless to say, I really had no witty reply.