WE WON!!!!!

Oh my gosh...the nerves. Our nerves were so bad. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest the entire time!!! So basically, evil ex was trying to either take away my husband's visitation rights, or have supervised visitation. The ruling...more visitation!!!! The lies she told on the stand were ridiculous, and luckily she's hot-tempered, so our lawyer was able to make her look like shit. I'm really glad our lawyer was ours, because he goes after things! He attacks :o) When he asked her for specific reasons as to why she wanted to take away his rights, the only reasons stated were that he was exhibiting "erratic behavior" like towards the end of their marriage, and she was concerned for the child's safety because sometimes she has tantrums about coming over. Our lawyer asked if the child ever had tantrums while in her possession, she said yes, so then he asked, "So, since she has tantrums with you, we should take away your rights, hu?". He made her look so bad!!! What's better, is that one of the claims was that my husband is bi-polar (which he isn't and has never been diagnosed so; he's epileptic and has had 1 seizure 3 years ago). Our lawyer was asking her, "so, where did you get your medical degree? none? oh, so when did you get your pharmaceutical degree? none? so you're basing these claims on what?" So then ex's father, who is a pharmacist, and a big fan of my husband, got on the stand, he said that the medication in question, which is also used as a bi-polar medication, is first and foremost most popularly prescribed as an anti-seizure medication! That was great!!!!

So the final verdict, we get her first, third and fifth weekends of the month from Thursday through Sunday at 6:00 pm. We will alternate a week for Thanksgiving and Christmas, depending on even and odd numbered years. We get her for 1 month during the summer, and every other spring break, depending on even and odd numbered years. We get her father's day weekend and from 6:00-8:00 pm on her birthday, if it is not already our weekend. No supervision required :o)!!!!!!! It's so nice to see my husband happy and smiling again :o) That's the best part! So now it's......

Here we go again

Court on Friday at 9:30.



I'm going to go vomit now...

Reminds Me of Someone...

Why Aren't These On Anymore?

Greatness!!!

Eye Tricks

I had to post this without looking at it much. It creeps me out!!

New Hair Cut

Having limited funds, one can't just go to the local salon for a beauty treatment, so I did the next best thing...I had my husband cut my hair. Not too bad, actually. Took a good 3 inches off.

Phoeesceez

My husband and I have crossed yet another comfort boundary. And yet, we're still attracted to each other. It's fun!

Memories

To go back to those days, sitting on the floor with the blacklight on, drumming on the edge of the bed, closing your eyes while listening to music and describing the movie you see playing in your mind, all while listening to "M-m-m-m-m-m-m my arm gets tired. My arm gets tired. My arm gets tired." and "Throw a belt, over the shower curtain rod....and swing!"

Those were the days :o)

This speaks to me:

I'm just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I'd rather swim ashore without
A lifevest I'd be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like 14 miles away

Now floating up and down
I spin colliding into sound
Like whales beneith me diving down
I'm sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I'm cold as cold as cold can be
Be

(Chorus)
I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yea
Let the rain of what I feel right now come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard I
Keep looking each direction
For a spotlight
Gimme something
I need something for protection
Maybe (couldn't understand) would do just fine
The (couldn't understand) left behind
I'm tredding for my life, believe me
How can I keep up this breathing

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
Within before the solid ground
I'm reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed and floated into space

Chorus

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow, yea
Just to prove that I knew how, yea
It's midnight's late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Set front row in my need to fall
Into the ocean, end it all

Chorus

"Into the Ocean"- Blue October

Poo Poo

So, I've been free from a good friend for some time now. Now I feel like I'm this not-easy-to-please, grumpy-butt bitch. I have these thoughts which I just obsess about, and then I feel crappy and depressed and nothing can bring me out of it. I'm not used to that and I don't know how to handle that. I used to be able to just "get rid" of those feelings and thoughts, and then I didn't give a shit. That was great! NOW?! Now I have to deal with them. Granted, everything that's happening isn't helping, and that's where the obsessive thoughts come from. So, then I think that anyone in my situation would be down in the dumps too. But I don't even want to be around myself sometimes...and that's pretty bad.

My dear, sweet husband. He tries to make me happy. He cleaned all weekend long; laundry, bathrooms, dishes, he even mopped. And what did I think? Why don't you just stop cleaning and come sit with me? We haven't spent time together because you've just been cleaning and cleaning. Enough already! And then I wonder what the hell is wrong with me for complaining that my husband is cleaning. HE'S CLEANING! BE HAPPY!

See what I mean?

Christmas

Due to financial circumstances WAY beyond our control....Christmas will be slim this year. When I say slim, I mean anorexic/bulimic slim. Our deepest apologies!

Katie Holmes' New Hair Cut

Since hooking up with Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes has gone under a transformation to become more stylish. Instead of the dowdy duds she was frequently spotted wearing prior to their marriage, Katie learned to appreciate high-fashion and pricey designers.
She also cut her normally plain-jane long hair into a bob over the summer, and now, it looks she's gone even more in vogue on us. Katie has traded in her ho-hum bob for a more cutting-edge bob with bangs that you'd imagine seeing on the catwalks. She showed off her new style at a German awards show where hubby Tom Cruise was to be honored.
A little stying of daughter Suri's hair, and they could have mom and daughter twin hairdos!

Thanks

I have taken advice and things are no longer up :o)

Dan's New Kennel

So, I bought my dog a new kennel over the weekend. I was trying to be nice to him; his old kennel was a travel one, which he had chewed off the door lock so we had to face it up against the wall. He couldn't see out much. So, we bought him a big 30" wire kennel. He'd have plenty of room to move around and could see all over. The kennel came with a plastic liner on the bottom, which was removable for cleaning. We put his fluffy bed inside and leave for the day. Come home to find he has flipped his bed over, ripped out the bottom and viciously removed ALL of the fluff from the inside. OK, FINE! So no bed for him. He can just sit on a cold plastic liner. The next day, come home to find that he has made 2 large rips in the liner, chewed up the side and kicked it completely out of his kennel. DAMN DOG!!! You'll just have to lay on the bars and the carpet then! I thought. I move his kennel in front of the sliding glass window, because he enjoys looking out. Come home to find that he has shit on the carpet inside his kennel, peed on the sheets he now sleeps on, and is cowering in the corner.

Here, I try to be a nice dog owner. Buy him a nicer, bigger kennel, and this is how he thanks me! After watching "The Dog Whisperer" marathon, I got the strength and inspiration, and decided that Dan has a lot of pent up energy that we just aren't releasing. So, before being put in his kennel, he is walked around the entire complex. There are 2 little crock pots inside where his breakfast and some water is, so he can eat and drink during the day, and we made it smaller with the wire wall, so if he does decide to poop, he's suck right next to it. We also put back the liner and discovered we failed to lock it into place (he can't kick it out now). Come home after just a couple hours of being gone....all is well. OK! Finally!

Today was the big test. We were gone all day at work, and he was left in his kennel. Come home, and all is well. He's eaten and drank, he didn't make a mess, he didn't shred his sheet, he didn't even chew on the liner more. FINALLY!!!!! Apparently my dog doesn't like extra space, and it took all that for me to learn that.

The time has come...

The future of my little family will be determined tomorrow at approximately 1:30 pm. It rests in the hands of a Dallas county judge. Pleasant thoughts please :o)

My Wedding

So, I googled my name. With my maiden name, I was the only one out there. But now...well...just take a look at my wedding photos :o)



http://www.spiritone.com/~pazuu/photos-5.htm

And, incase I ever need an alias:

http://snowcaptraffic.com/records/cori

"It's Not Fair!"

Stupid, STUPID co-workers!!! Now, don't get me wrong...I love them all. I consider most of them friends of mine. But COME ON!

We've had to put a "your cell phone use is in jeopardy" letter out, because writing it in our policy book and reviewing it in person is just not enough. Apparently, we're supposed to pay people to chat and flirt and text on the phone all freaking day long. And then they get all pissy when you tell them to get off. Use your phone on a break! Use your phone during nap time all you freaking want to! But when your job is to supervise children, then DO IT! I don't give a fuck that you're flirting with your new dreamy boyfriend. I don't care about the "I'm just checking the time" excuse, or the "I'm expecting a call from my doctor" excuse. I have never turned down a phone call for someone who calls on the business line.

Now, my real friends understand this. They will do the right thing because they know I'm not picking on them. Because they know I'm just trying to do my job. Because they are my friends and want to do a good job for me. For those of you...THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! Thank you for understanding what my job is. I'm pretty easy going...come on now!

Ok, one more...

Tell me that while listening to this you did NOT tap your foot and bob your head! If you say you didn't, you LIE!




It's amazing what people do when they think no one is looking.

"HU?!"

She is so messed up!

"My Humps" spoof by Alanis Morissette

This was just too strange, and funny, not to share:




And I'm going to try and keep posting on a regular basis. What kind of woman would I be if I let some fat, bitter, almost-40-something old spinster bitch dictate what kind of mood I'm going to be in. FUCK HER!!! (I'm sure this moment of empowerment will change soon).

Here's A Secret:

I take dirty pictures of myself on my phone and send them to my husband at random times of the day. Takes the monotony out of the workday.

A Warning:

My life is at the absolute most stressful time at the moment, so I warn you, if you haven't seen me lately, I've lost a few more pounds. It's not for lack of eating; I eat 3 meals a day. I'm just stressing my weight away and don't quite know what to do about it. A friend approached me today and told me I didn't look good...nice. Just what I needed to hear. All I can say is that I'm hoping things will eventually pass, I won't be so freaking stressed out, and I'll get my girlish figure again. So, please, when you see me, no comments. I can't do anything about it.

Thanks.

P.S. I may not be posting for a little while, but it's only temporary.

The Fight Begins...

end of sentence.

For My Best Friend

Because he just got so cutely excited when he watched the "Bugaloo's" video, here's another great blast from his past:

My Sister Rocks!

I'm just so touched by that post...I can't begin to explain. Just when I was needing a pick me up, but feeling guilty for wanting to laugh...you come up with just the right thing to make me laugh and smile and get all excited inside like when I was a kid. For a moment, I forgot what I was going through, or even worse, about to get into, and just had a great childhood memory. Almost got me with the very first "Candy" post...almost. Thank you for caring about me in that special sisterly way. Thank you for knowing those parts of me that no one else knows, and bringing them to my attention at just the right time. I love you like no one else!

It's about time!

FINALLY, YES!!!

SWEET RELIEF! I LOVE THERAPY!!!!!!!

Life is like...

Life is like a box of chocolates....it makes you sick to your stomach.

The New Car

Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. I woke up in this terribly angry bitchy mood, for absolutely no reason. And in this mood, I had to car shop. Now, with the Passat, I never car shopped. I didn't have to look....it found me. It was the easiest car buying experience I've ever had! It was "meant to be."

My dear sweet husband was so nice and patient and tolerable. He never once took my bad mood personally and then become bitchy himself. He never told me to quit complaining or whining. He simply hugged me, kissed me, and asked me what I wanted. I was so in love with my Passat, nothing was going to satisfy me. I test drove an identical green Passat, which I just wasn't feeling. It was kind of crappy on the inside. I also test drove 2 Passat wagons. I liked an '07 black wagon, but we couldn't afford the payments. I told the salesman, "Well, thanks anyway. Sorry I wasted your time. It's just not the day." And I would have walked out. I didn't want ANY of those cars...I wanted my Passat! Then he told us about a navy blue Jetta that was really nice. So I test drove it, and then settled for it. My husband told me not to just settle for something, but no matter what it was, I was going to feel like I was being rushed, pushed and like I was settling. I needed him to tell me that there was no possible way I was going to get a Passat like last time. I had such a great deal with that car, and a whole other car to turn in as a down payment. So, I bought a 2003 navy blue VW Jetta GLX, 190 horsepower, VR6 engine, tan leather interior with seat warmers (a must with leather!), power everything, sunroof...here it is:

My husband is completely in love with this car. He's very excited about driving it...I'm getting there. I feel better about it today over yesterday. And, in a couple of years, I can trade it in for my Passat :o) It gets much better gas mileage than the other car, which is a plus. And I like the navy color. My husband is going to get the windows tinted this week....we can get a really good deal! And hey, I'm no longer stuck without a car. That's good, right?

I just saw it...

In the mirror just now...I've lost my daddy cheeks. I no longer have chubby cheeks! I have a "woman's" face...I have cheek bones that stick out and then curves in slightly underneath....wow!

The Pumpkin Patch

My husband, step-daughter and I went to Owen's Farm Saturday. We went on a hayride where we saw ponies grazing, we fed buffalo from a cup (the sheep and goats were too full, I guess), we saw and petted horses, donkeys, turkeys and chickens, we ate hotdogs and finally visited the pumpkin patch. My step-daughter wanted to "measure" each one by picking it up. She'd pick up one, have us look at it, but when asked if that was the one she wanted, the reply was no. So, after a while, she finally found her winning pumpkin. My husband and I picked out pumpkins too :o) Then we brought them home and carved them up:

Mine, Dixie's, Adam's

You can see a slideshow of pictures on my myspace page. It was a great family afternoon ;o)

Damn bug!

So, I'm driving to work (just left) minding my own business. I notice there's a bug in my hair, so of course I can't just let it stay there. I become the idiot woman who looks in her visor mirror to get rid of the bug. All of a sudden, there's a freaking car in front of me! I have no other choice but to grip the wheel, close my eyes, slam on the breaks and hope for the best....no such luck! This is my car after the damn bug:

Luckily, no one was hurt. My car (VW Passat) absorbed the entire crash, so nothing really hit me. The passenger air bag went off, but not mine (my husband says this is because that's where the car hit first, on the passenger side). I scratched my leg, and it stung, but no head injuries or any telltale signs. The other guy was driving a Cadillac which was barely damaged (some of the bumper fell, but it was drivable). The guy wasn't hurt or anything. The cops came; a wrecker came and towed my car to my husband's dealership. What's really nice was that today, of all days, my husband and I left the house at the same time, and we travel the same route, so he was coming up behind me, saw that I was in an accident, and was there to be with me (he didn't see it happen though).

Everyone is saying that my car is totalled. There's serious damage to the engine, the body, the driver's side door won't shut.... At my husband's shop there's a rep lady who works for "The Body Shop". She saw it and immediately said it was totalled. I also have gap insurance, so if it is totalled, I am covered and won't have to continue making any sort of car payment. What's sad is that I just got this car. I loved this car! I've wanted a Passat for so long! It was my first "grown-up" car. My husband keeps telling me we'll get another one, "they make more, baby." I just feel bad; I feel like I was this huge inconvenience to everyone. I was pretty close to going to work just because I wasn't really hurt and I was supposed to help out on a field trip (after EVERYONE telling me not to, I changed my mind). (Sigh)...next time, I'll follow my sister's advice and just leave the bug there!

AT&T U-Verse SUCKS!

Who the fuck has ever heard of a fucking e-mail address only lasting 90 fucking days!!! (can you tell I'm upset?) Now I have no one's e-mail address and I have to go and track everyone down, change all of my floating e-mail addresses online...this is so ridiculous! No one told me it was a TEMPORARY address! No one told me I had to migrate it to at&t! No one sent me an e-mail address!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How NOT to get Divorced

So, coming from divorce and now married to someone who got divorced, I am willing to try almost ANYTHING not to get divorced (notice I said almost)...here are some of my observations:

1. Don't let your kids sleep with you! It seems like EVERYONE I know who's kids slept with them had/has a bad marriage and eventually got divorced. I work at a preschool....I see lots of families. This seems to be the trend, and I know for a fact that at least 5 people I know, all of which are divorced, had their kids sleep with them. Don't know any other divorced people aside from the 5, so this is my basis.

2. Don't get a king-sized bed! I was watching a show (I think on TLC or HGTV) called "Please Buy My House", where a divorcee was trying to sell her house but couldn't. She brought in a fung shui (sp?), home cleanser person to see what kind of energy her house had to find out why no one would buy it. The lady walks into the bedroom and immediately asks what size the bed is...of course a king. The lady's logic was that under the king mattress is 2 twin box springs; two separate things as opposed to one unified bed. This made the harmony bad between the husband and wife, because they weren't united, and they divorced. Again, I know for a fact that 4 out of the 5 people mentioned above all had a king-sized bed (I plan to ask the one that I don't know for sure). How crazy is that?! So, my husband and I will be sticking with a good 'ole queen sized bed, and our kids will NEVER sleep in our bed!

I'M A NAZI!

So...it begins. The employee retaliation. The strike back.

I was called a Nazi today, by someone I thought was a friend. I was told I am now untrustworthy, but when questioned about what I've done to break the trust, no possible answer could be given. I was told that everything has gotten worse since I've been in my position (yet when questioned about specifics, she can't possibly think of anything to say), and that being friends would be a "conflict of interest." Ok then, so I asked her if I should dis invite myself to a couple of events she's invited me to. She says no. Does that make any sort of sense whatsoever?! So I questioned that, "Ok, so you don't think we should be friends but you still want me to go to these things?" No real response. So I took it upon myself, since it is a conflict of interest, to go ahead and decline her invitation.....translation: she doesn't like the fact that I actually enforce the rules that are already in place. Therefor, I can't come to her party! Nice, right? This is what I work with!

Later that day she came and apologized to me, that I didn't deserve to have shit taken out on me just because she's having a bad day, bla bla bla....We need some freaking MEN working there!!!

Step-Mother

It's absolutely the hardest thing I've ever had to do. To put so much effort into making sure time here is enjoyable, the hope that one day maybe...and then to be constantly reaffirmed that it's not good enough; it will never be good enough, no matter what I do...and to still put on a smile and pretend...It's just....so....difficult. Perhaps....one day....maybe...maybe

My Birthday

So, the big 2-7 was yesterday. I began my morning by opening a gift from my hubbie. He bought me a beautiful turquoise bra and panty set from Victoria's Secret (it's the secret embrace, so it's really soft)....very nice :o)

Work was next. Usually when it's someones birthday at work, I start the birthday card around to be signed, then put it on the time clock so that person sees it when they come into work. Since I didn't send my own around, I figured no one else did. So, I wrote in happy birthday in my own card and started to send it around to be signed. What was nice....they already did it...2 whole weeks ago! My husband surprised me at work by bringing me my ever famous angel food cake with sticky frosting...MMM!! I was nice and shared with people at work. The kids that were in my class last year made me birthday cards all day long, and one class sang to me :o) I even got a gift card for dinner from my boss ;o). The most shocking....I get a "happy birthday" call from my father...WHOA! The man never remembers! He called to wish me a happy day, and I briefly spoke to my aunt. I did not receive a "Happy Baby" song this year, hee hee ;o)

Ok, so then I went home. I opened my other gifts when my husband arrived. I got a shredder, which I've been asking for all year (that's the only thing I've been asking for) and the "Carnivale" DVD boxed set (great series!). We then got ready and went out to dinner at On The Border. We sat outside beside this huge bowl fountain filled with rocks. It was such a nice night outside. We ordered drinks (a strawberry Margarita and a shot of tequila) and then my hubbie went to get cigs. The waiter came back and asked for my i.d. Then he put the drinks on the table and asked if there was anything we were celebrating that night, because usually they get all the waiters and announce it to the entire restaurant. My response? "Nope, no special occasion here. Just another day." He left, my husband came back, and we sat and talked while drinking. After a while, and almost the bottom of my glass, I realized we'd never received chips and salsa. So as the waiter walked by, "Dude! Aren't we supposed to get chips or something?" "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry! I'll get right on that."--Calling him "dude" got us free queso :o) So, we're eating our chips and they take our order. I also order another margarita and shot ;o) After a while, they bring out dinner. My husband's was fine, mine was COMPLETELY wrong...not at all what I had ordered. Waiter says, "I am so sorry. I was about to yell at the kitchen staff and then realized my pudgy fingers pushed the button right next to it. I am so sorry, it was my responsibility and I"ll go into the kitchen and yell 'rapido!' and they'll get it right out." I told him I liked how he held himself accountable for his mistake and said alright. My sweet husband waited for my meal. The waiter checks on us, and asks him why he's not eating. His response, "What kind of husband would I be if I sat here and ate in front of my wife?" So waiter took his away to heat it and have it come out with mine. My second drink is still not here, so I get another waiter to check on it. Dinner comes, mine is fine, my husband's is still cold, so it goes back again. This time, the manager brings it out, "I made this one myself, so let me know how it is." Everything was great, my drink finally arrived, the food was good. Then...as I go to take a scoop of rice, I see a critter crawling around. Now, granted, we're outside, so I'm wondering if it was already on my plate, or if it just landed. It had no wings... So the manager comes out again to check on us, and we point out the critter. He says it looks like one he's seen outside, and asks me if I want another plate. I tell him if it's from outside, it's fine. We chose to sit outside and they can't help those conditions, and that I didn't want to be a pain. He insisted that he's dealt with pains, and that I was by no means being a pain, but I really didn't want a spitter in my food since we've already sent back stuff twice and got the wrong food, so I insisted everything was alright (didn't eat the rice). Waiter comes out again, apologizes profusely, and asks since it's my birthday if he can do something with the other waiters to help make up for anything. I tell him that if he gets the other waiters, the entire table will be com'pt (we're joking and laughing with the waiter the entire time. He was quite entertaining, and I also had 4 drinks in me). Then the manager comes out again, tells us our meals have been com'pt, gives us his card and coupons for dessert later, and we just end up paying for the drinks :o)

Then I went home and, well.......:o) Happy Birthday to ME!

Leave It Alone

Thanks to Diavoletto for introducing me to just the right words to express myself!

Don't care what you say
Don't care what you do
Don't care what you love
Don't care where you go
Don't care where you live
Don't care will you stay away
Don't care how you feel
Don't care how you know
Don't care how you cry
Do'nt care how you are
Don't care how you were
Don't care how you want to be

I don't care for you
I'm not here for you

Don't hear what you say
Don't hear what you feel
Don't hear what you know
Don't fear what you do
Don't fear what you don't
Don't fear will you stay away
Can't be what you are
Can't be what you see
Can't be what you feel
Can't stand who you are
Can't stand who you were
Can't stand who you want to be

I don't care for you
I'm not here for you

You tell me over and over again
All the little things that I can't understand

Over and over and over and over and over and over again.

The Balloon Festival

My husband took me on a date to the Plano Balloon Festival. We watched an evening balloon launch and walked around, eating funnel cake :o) We would have stayed for a fireworks show, but my allergies had gotten so bad we had to leave.

It was such a great evening! The weather was nice. It started off kind of warm, which is where the balloon fan came in handy, but then it cooled off and became breezy. I really had fun :o)

YEA, BABY!

We just bought Nip/Tuck season 4 on DVD, since Blockbuster is choosing not to carry this season, and Hollywood video isn't either. So, it's a Nip/Tuck marathon all weekend long!!!!

Sad, but funny

I'm sitting here watching "Victoria Beckham: Coming To America."...and I'm actually enjoying it. It is crazy to see just how little she actually knows.

In this episode, Victoria Beckham goes to the dmv to get her license, visits a very "sad" Beverly Hills "Ladies" club, where they get trashed and make dolphin calls, and she shops for the family's home.

She's just crazy, which is quite entertaining.

WOW!!

It's amazing just how perky I can be with only 2 1/2 hours sleep :o) Hopefully there won't be a repeat performance...

2007 VMA's

It was so painful to watch Britney's performace. It was very unrehearsed and she gave no expression whatsoever.

http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1568788&vid=173440

And then...Sarah Silverman came on right after. I held my breath because I just knew it would hurt (click on the link; for some reason the video wouldn't copy right)...

http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1568788&vid=174395

Falcore- Child Predator

I have STREP THROAT

And it sucks! I haven't had strep in so long. At first I just thought my throat was sore, but I was dealing with it. I even wanted to visit my niece this weekend, but just felt like crap (REALLY glad I didn't!). I looked at my throat last night, and it's covered in white spots (ew!). My neck feels twice as big, and I can feel hot soreness in my ears when I swallow. I made an appointment this morning, but it's for a work-in, not an actual appointment. So I get to sit at the doctor's office feeling like crap now...yea! Hopefully drugs will clear it up like tomorrow :o)

A Formal Introduction

I would like to take this moment to introduce someone new to the world of blogging. Someone very special to me. Not only is this person smart, funny, strong and caring, he is the love of my life! Please take a moment to say hello to my husband, Broken Hearts and Broken Noses Since 1973....

Love you, Baby!

Let's clear things up...

I am the spare, "just in case the other one dies". It has absolutely NOTHING to do with ANYONE outside of my immediate family. It is merely an inside joke between my sister, my brother and my mother....nothing else.

Help Out Robert Bailey's Ass...

This was posted on Robert Bailey's MySpace page... the army boys (and their asses) need our help:

"Well if anyone out there really wants to help some soldiers the time is now!!!!! We need Charmin or another "soft" equivalent of toilet paper! And a lot of it! Lets just say the men on my FOB (forward operating base) are having some sore tooshies caused by toilet paper you could shave cement with! We're men here...and men well...they poo like a linebacker!!!! So....this is a call to all true patriots to help a soldier and his "bottom"! "

v/rCPT Rob Bailey United States Army

Send to:
Robert Bailey (no rank)
2/1/203rd ETT
Ghazni, Afghanistan
APO, AE 09354

YES! I eat

Why is it that when you've lost weight, people seem alright pointing it out, asking you if you're ok..."are you eating?", "are you doing drugs?", "are you anorexic/bulemic?" Yet, when you're gaining weight, no one dares to say, "DANG! You've put on some weight!", "Whoa, you're filling out there!", "Perhaps you should wire your mouth shut you fat cow!"

So, to answer everyone's most popular question...I eat. I eat probably 5 times a day, depending on how busy I am. I eat breakfast, morning snack, lunch and usually afternoon snack. Then I eat dinner at home, and maybe even a bedtime snack. I don't throw up, because my pretty smile costs about $30,000, and I'm not about to throw all of that effort away on vomit. I don't starve myself, because food tastes too good. I'm not snorting coke, smoking crack or shooting heroine. You can see some chest bones because I have small breasts (which I'd love NOT to have). I have recently taken on a very demanding management position at work, so perhaps it's stress. But yes, I am eating. I'm trying to eat healthy (yogurt & granola for breakfast, lots of veggies at lunch & dinner, etc), but my house is also quite fond of ice cream and cheap Totino's pizza :o)

I am not under weight according to my height. The height/weight ratio chart I looked at at http://www.informationcorner.com/recipehtwt.asp indicates that for a woman who is 5'9" tall, such as myself, healthy weight can range anywhere from 129 for a small frame to 170 for a large frame. Ladies and gentlemen, I weigh, as of 5:50 pm on 9/6/07, 133.0 lbs (on my at home scale, not a doctor's scale). My BMI is 19.64, which is in the healthy range of 18.5-24.9. So, I appreciate the concern; I have not lost anymore weight, nor am I trying to.

Goodbye, dear friend

We've been together for years. You've always known how to pick me up when I'm feeling down. You've kept me company in times of loneliness. You were a friend when there was none. You knew how to make me laugh until I cried. You didn't judge me, look down on me, think ill of me...ever. You accepted me, problems and all. Oh how I'll miss you so, my dearest friend. Perhaps, when I'm old and senile, and there's nothing left to live for, we can meet again and never part ways. Until then, my friend, adieu.

Ok, here it is: to the Half-Siblings...

OK, so I'm addressing it, with complete honesty. I'm not going to be a bitch, it's not my intention, just expressing my thoughts on this whole crazy family we have going on here.

(Sigh)...Ok...So, I'm just not ready. Simple as that. I know my brother and sister are obviously ready; they've gone there and are quite happy. Me, not so ready. Honestly, I still harbor some bitter hostile feelings about the whole thing. Not necessarily towards you guys. You didn't ask for this situation; neither of us did. You're just opening up, which is great. I'm just not ready to open up yet. Honestly, I don't think I'm ready to like you guys yet. And I'm sure there's a lot to like. I'm quite curious about all of you, as I've been told you are about me. I've met 2 of you, and been approached to open up contact by 2 of you. I'm curious to see if any of you have anything in common with me, which was the situation with my brother, which was the freakiest thing ever!

Two of you look so much like him. You look like more of "his kids" than we do. The similarities between the two boys is insane. It was the weirdest thing to meet him. To look at someone you've never met or known, and to have them look JUST like someone you've known all your life is really weird. Sorry if I stared at you; it was just so crazy. You look JUST like my brother!

My bitter and hostile feelings stem from the fact that we are just so close in age. The oldest one is my age! MY AGE! That hurts. And I know it's not her fault. I know this. But it doesn't make it hurt less. So with that particular person, it will be extremely difficult to open up to. Everyone else is only like a year or two away from me. I can't help but play the typical divorced kid and ask myself what was so wrong with me, with us, that he felt the need to stick it out with you guys over us.

I've been told "Get over it," "You can't punish him forever," "It's not their fault." The last statement is the only one I can agree with. And I really am trying to get over it. I'm getting better with thoughts of him, but you guys are a big challenge. Sometimes I get jealous that my brother and sister have a relationship with you and I don't. And I am also aware that that is my own choice. I am so curious; I have so many questions. I have thoughts of all of us getting together. I have such a fun time with my brother and sister now when we all get together, and if you guys are related, then I'm sure you MUST have a good sense of humor, and I think we would all have a really good time. But getting to that point will just take me some time.

Call me childish, that's fine. Say whatever you will. Hey, this blog just might be the door, I don't know. All I know is that I'm honestly scared shitless of getting to know you guys, and I need time. Please feel free to respond; I'm alright with honesty.

IT RUNS!!!

My husband got the car to run!!! As some of you know, he's been working on his '63 Ford Galaxie 500. Last episode, he had to remove the entire engine and take it apart to find a small piece of metal floating around in there. After being stripped, cleaned, painted and put back together, the car finally runs! He painted the engine red and stenciled white "FORD" on it...looks pretty good. So now he's making sure all of the connections are right, so that he doesn't have to pull the engine out again, before he can drive it. We are both very excited about the new developments.

The Shooting Range

So, I took my husband on a date to the shooting range last weekend for the first time. He has shot a gun before, I was a virgin :o) I used a .22 revolver and shot a whole box full of bullets! It was fun :o) We took turns shooting from different ranges; I, of course, did my best shooting from 3 yards. But even from far away (can't remember the yardage) I was able to make shots in the red circle :o) He said I was the coolest wife for taking him out on a date I knew he'd be into :o) Yea me!

Speechless

Hmmm...I just don't know what to say about that.

Random thought

I really need to become more social.

Book 2

You read correctly...I have read yet another book! That makes 2 books in a year, so far! Those of you who think this is no biggie...I don't read books. I have hated reading books since I was a child and had to read for assignments, and even then I never read. I got by, quite well, on friends and note-taking.

Well, the book I just finished is called Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld, 406 pages long. Now I need to find another book to read. I'm on a roll!!!

These are a 3!

This is me wearing a pair of shorts a friend gave me. The coolest part....they're a size 3!!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I can fit my former size 12 ass into a pair of 3's!! And comfortably, I might add. Now, I'm sure I can't just go out and buy any size 3; this just happened to be a freak accident, I'm sure. But, hey, I got compliments today, and I felt like the shit, so I'm happy ;O)

Lindsay Lohan Arrested With Coke Charges...

Actress Lindsay Lohan, who was recently released from an alcohol rehabilitation facility, was arrested in Santa Monica early today on suspicion of drunken driving and possession of cocaine, police said.

Lohan, already facing a drunken-driving charge in Beverly Hills, was stopped in the 1800 block of Main Street near the police station after officers said the mother of Lohan's assistant reported a car chase, Lt. Alex Padilla said. Lohan, 21, was allegedly chasing the assistant's mother, and the woman feared for her safety, Padilla said.

Lohan refused a sobriety test at the scene but was tested at the station, he said. The test found her blood alcohol between .12 and .13, he said. California's legal limit is .08.

The actress was booked on two misdemeanor charges of suspicion of driving under the influence of alcohol and driving on a suspended license and two felony charges of possession of cocaine and transport of a narcotic, police said.

"While in the jail, officers found a small amount of cocaine," Padilla said, adding that the drug was found in Lohan's pocket.

Lohan's lawyer, Blair Berk, said: "Addiction is a terrible and vicious disease. Since Lindsay's transition to outpatient care, she has been monitored on [an alcohol detection] bracelet and tested daily in order to support her sobriety. Throughout this period, I have received timely and accurate reports from the testing company. Unfortunately, late yesterday I was informed that Lindsay had relapsed. The bracelet has now been removed. She is safe, out of custody and presently receiving medical care."

Lohan was released at 6:20 a.m. after posting $25,000 bond, police said. The incident occurred about 1:35 a.m. when the assistant's mother, driving a black Cadillac Escalade sport utility vehicle, told police that she was being chased by a white Denali SUV.

There were two passengers in Lohan's SUV. There were three people in the Cadillac, police said.

The actress is to appear in Los Angeles County Superior Court on Aug. 24.

Lohan was scheduled to be on "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno" tonight.

Lohan turned herself in last week to Beverly Hills police to face a driving under the influence charge in connection with a Memorial Day weekend hit-and-run crash.

The actress and two other adults were in her 2005 Mercedes SL-65 convertible when she lost control and crashed into a curb and shrubs on Sunset Boulevard on May 26, police said.

Lohan got into a second car and was driven to a hospital in Century City for minor injuries, police said. The others in her car were not hurt.

This month, Lohan checked out of a rehabilitation center after more than six weeks of treatment. In January, she also checked into rehab for substance abuse treatment.

Cheer up, IDR. This one's for YOU! Good Times...

During drop off this morning....

Right in front of another parent, a DAD no less, I get asked (by a little boy), "Ms. Spare, do you have a penis?"

"No." -Ms. Spare

"You don't?"

"No"

"What do you have?"

"No"

Then the dad asks, "What did he just ask you?" So I, "Um...(smile), um...well..." Dad says, "Did he just ask what I think he did?" Me: "YEP!"

Another thing

Today, the guy with all the wierd sinarios...he apparently hired a convicted killer at one point, and didn't know it for 2 days! Nice!

Training

So, I have attended 2 of my 6 days of director training. I am in process of getting my director credentials to soon become a preschool director. The training is all the way out in Ft. Worth, and my husband and I are currently sharing a car. FUN! Actually, it's not so bad. He has to be at work at 7 am, so I go directly from there and get there just in time.

First of all, Ft. Worth drivers are NOT friendly! I get the privilege of driving on, like, 5 different highways, usually at rush hour. People are weaving in and out of lanes (which is normal). Not too many people use their signal to let you know they plan to cut you off. Pet peeve #1. How hard is it to push down a little stick, RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR HAND? Anyway...so I'm nice and let people in, because it's not like I'm going anywhere far at the moment. Pet peeve #2: Ft. Worth people don't wave thanks when you let them in. Dallas (most), Richardson and Plano drivers, in my experience, wave when you let them in. It's just nice, you know. Not in Ft. Worth. It is their right get in your lane, and you are supposed to let them in.

Ok, moving on. So in this director training, there's a lot of other directors or directors-in-training. OMG!!!! The stories and questions that these people have! I'm really curious what their school is like. One girl's boss is taking complete advantage of her. She's an assistant director and is on salary, which is typically an hourly job. She works 6am to 6pm regularly and does not get paid overtime! She's working 60 hours a week and getting paid zilch! Like that's not enough, this girl is having to use her own vacation time to pay for the fact that she's not at work, she's at training. She was completely unaware that her job is supposed to pay her salary when she's at training during the week. I told her she needs to call the workforce commission and ask a whole bunch of questions. Another guy was talking about his school, which he's owner of. We're in a discussion about the Americans With Disabilities Act, and he's talking about how he told a lady he wouldn't enroll her 11 year old child into the program because the kid wears diapers and he thought it was gross and didn't want to deal with it. Yea, I'd think the same thing, but you don't TELL the parent that! She got all upset, rightfully so, and threatened to sue. Another was asking if you can make it policy for parents to tell you if their child has HIV. Well, if you knew a child had HIV before they were enrolled, would you enroll them? Probably not, which is discrimination. She totally didn't get that.

"What if a parent comes in drunk? I still have to release the child to them because it's the parent, right?"

"What if the mother says the father is not involved and we have no info on him, but then he all of a sudden comes to the school and wants to pick up. Do we release the child to him?" "Is the father on the release form?" "No." "Then no." "But he's the father." "How do you know he's the father if you have no info?"

There's just so much information! And stupid questions. And I fear that taking this position will make me lose friends. I'll be their boss. I'll become the one they talk about. I'll be making changes and it will piss them off because they won't understand why, or they've become so used to getting things a certain way. I really hope not. I hope that it will be like before when I was in charge. I was complemented on my job performance. Everyone was happy with me and how I did things. Even after I left the position, people still complemented me. It's nice! (Sigh)......maybe things will be like that....

4 more days of training...

Happy Birthday, Lt. Dan!

My little puppy turned one year old on July 3. Still deciding on whether he should keep his balls or not. He's not aggressive, which makes me want to leave them there. But Bob Barker always said, "Help control the pet population. Have your pets spaid or neutered." Also need to schedule shots and microchip.

For his birthday, he got a filled real bone. He took that thing and hid under the bed. It's amazing how far down he got his tongue in there!

Today I was spanked by a 4 year old boy...

(who immediately went to the office!). I was called poopy head, meanie and chicken (chicken was more playful). I was told a brick wall would break my teeth. I was asked how jelly fish swim to the same spot in the ocean if they don't have eyes. I was asked if I had a butt. I witnessed a 4 year old squeeze a teacher's breasts (both breasts, one in each hand), which then I proceeded to explain why that is not ok and is never to be done again. I explained to a group of children about privacy, good touches and bad touches. I then typed a letter to every parent in my class about the class' discussion. I was told "I love you." I led a 4 year old Independence Day parade. I rubbed a little boy's head until he fell asleep. I was hugged, poked, climbed on, swung on, ignored, yelled at, kissed and snuggled with.

Britney Hires A Stylist, To Look Like Katie Holmes

Britney Spears has chosen new Hollywood style queen Katie Holmes as inspiration for a new look reports NW Magazine.

To help her transformation, Britney Spears's finally decided to hire a stylist, revealing that she's impressed with the way Katie has evolved from schoolgirl-cute to sophisticated mum. And now she wants to do the same, regardless of cost.

"Britney wants to go from trashy to classy," says a source close to the singer, "and she's spending a fortune in the process."

In a massive one-day shopping spree splurge recently, Britney took her cousin Alli Sims and a personal shopper along with her as she shelled out almost $39,000 on designer clothes at upscale Beverly Hills department store Neiman Marcus.

As she was ushered into a private VIP viewing area, Britney, 25, was overheard telling staff she wanted to buy "the kind of stuff Katie Holmes wears".

In her attempt to be just like Katie, Britney Spears focused her attention on elegant, high-end labels such as Armani and Manolo Blahnik.

But after splashing out on her new wardrobe and choosing an array of Katie-inspired items such as fitted jackets, chic silk shirts, fashion shoes and well-cut jumpers in muted tones, Britney's planning to ditch her famously tacky outfits once and for all and emerge as a sophisticated woman.

*Taken from thebosh.com

WOMEN SUCK!

Yes, this is the conclusion I have come to. Now, not ALL women, mind you...but the great majority is who I'm speaking of at this moment (Karissa, Rachel and Becca don't count because they all took such good care of me on Saturday....thanks again!).

Men aren't this complicated. They have a problem, they say something. Or they beat each other and move on. How freakin' EASY is that?! Women on the other hand...they talk shit about you behind your back. They give you the cold shoulder. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME, TELL ME TO MY FUCKING FACE!!!!!!

Damn it, how hard is that?! "Hey, um, so I'm having issues with bla bla bla..." "Oh, really? I didn't know you thought that. Here's my two cents...." There, fixed. But NO! Instead they talk to everyone else, and then that person, for some reason, feels they need to stir the pot and tell you the things that have been said. Because this does people good, right? It's not like I can approach the subject...I'm not supposed to know anything.

Listen, if you're truly my friend, and you're upset with me, or are worried about something, for the love of God please just tell me. Seriously, what's the worst that could happen? We talk? OOOOH...scary! Misunderstandings are then taken care of? Yea, that's exactly what you want to avoid... Don't play these stupid, bullshit games that are so fucking high school. I'm sorry, but I graduated high school like 9 years ago, and I left stupid games like that back then too.

It just seems like most problems I'm having are caused by women. I need to hang out with more men, if only to take a "vacation" from bullshit like this.

I'M AN AUNTIE!!!!

Sofia Rose was born Monday, June 25, 2007 at 6:20 pm. She weighs 7 lbs 14 oz and is 21" long....

AND SHE'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, thanks to IDR and Penners for making a little person...it's really the coolest thing you guys have EVER done!

Change

Because, hey, why not?

If loving you is wrong...

I DON'T WANNA BE RIGHT!!!

Nevermind...

That was really just annoying, but in a happy kind of way. This song is guaranteed to put you in a better mood.

And now, something HAPPY ;o)

So, I was instructed to post something new, by someone who doesn't have the nerve to even say who they are. Hmmm...interesting...

Well, I haven't really had anything positive to post, so I'll just tell you a COMPLETELY MADE UP STORY where those being described are COMPLETELY FICTIONAL.

You know that uneasy, queasy, flip-floppy feeling you get in your stomach when something's wrong? You can't eat and you constantly feel sick, even though there's no food to puke. That's the feeling I've been living with for the past two weeks. It's actually nice....there's been some weight loss :o) And me being skinnier will only piss off big fat bitches even more ;o)!!!

I want to speak to those of you who live in a world filled with your own lies. A world that you think you control with your lies. A world where everyone is your puppet. I personally don't live in that world, but I'm familiar with it's inhabitants. It's a strange place, where people think they are so strong, but really they are sad and weak. They make themselves out to be victims of heinous (although made up) crimes. They belittle, bully, threaten, blackmail and blame blame blame. They blame shit on you that OBVIOUSLY you had no control over. They point out everything you've done wrong (again, made up), and how nice a person they are to tolerate you. The sad reality is that everything they have put upon you is EXACTLY what they have done themselves, only SO MUCH WORSE! People that live in this world take no blame for anything. No accountability WHATSOEVER! Their life is shit...blame it on someone else! It's not my fault I'm fat. It's not my fault I'm single. It's not my fault people think I'm a bitch. I'm a perfect angel!

I hate you! I hate people like you! I wish people like you could be packed away and shipped straight to hell where you can live with people just like yourself! You're nothing but a mean, heartless bullying BITCH! You have nothing going for you, and you never will. I hope you grow into a lonely old spinster surrounded by your stupid shit-in-the-house dogs and do nothing but eat! I hope someone ties you up, just like in the movie "Seven", and forces you to eat until you explode!

Our First Wedding Anniversary

Adam and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary last night (even though our anniversary is today). He wouldn't say where we were going, just to dress nice and pack an overnight bag. So I did. Our first destination was dinner; we went to Chaimberlain's Chophouse. It was so nice inside, and the food was delicious. For dessert, the waitress brought out our cake topper, and after cutting us a slice, she placed a little black box in front of me. Adam had surprised me with round diamond stud earrings! They're just beautiful!!! The waitress also brought us champagne and we toasted and ate cake. After dinner we went to our second location, The Adolphus Hotel. This is where we spent our wedding night. We stayed in a beautiful corner room on the 11th floor. When we arrived, I gave Adam his present. He received a portable I-Pod docking station/charger and an arm band. He was really happy! We toasted with champagne we saved from the wedding. It was a great evening!

In the morning, we walked to Starbucks for breakfast, which is where we had breakfast after our wedding night. It was perfect! The Starbucks guy even spelled my name right on the cup without any help!! ;o)

I just love being married! I love the security and the reassurance and the support and the connection. I love that I'm in love with my best friend, and I get to see him...FOREVER!

Ode to Angelee

Here's to you, Angelee, my most favorite cousin! So many memories...playing Little Mermaid and swimming with our legs stuck together, calling the boys Prince Eric, sleep-overs and staying up late to watch SNL and American Gladiators, the denim purse, Molly and Sam, jammin' to this song:



Thanks for being the coolest. I miss you!

My Celebrity Look-alike:

I did this SEVERAL times with different pictures. Some reoccuring faces included Hayden Panettiere and Mischa Barton. I had a lot of very ethnic people with some other pictures- lots of Asians. I also had Selma Blair (which I've heard before), Rachel Bilson, Anne Hathaway and Audrey Tautou.

Movie Review: "Little Children"

So, my husband and I rented this movie and watched it over the weekend. "Little Children" starred Kate Winslet and Jennifer Connely, plus some other guys that are of little importance to me. The movie is about a lonely housewife/mother who finds friendship and connection with a lonely stay-at-home-dad. They meet up with their children at the local park, where other stay-at-home-moms gossip about everyone. Kate Winslet's character, quiet and homely-looking, is the first to talk to the cute stay-at-home-dad. They become close friends, which leads to...other things. There's sex, nudity, and Kate Winslet's very dark nipples (whoa!). The story is narrated like you're reading a book, which is the part I found most amusing. There's some freaky stuff, like Kate Winslet's husband doing some dirty things with an online sex bomb....quite hilarious! Also, there's a newly released child molester who moves into his mother's house, in a neighborhood filled with children. It will make you think twice about taking your kids to a public pool. That was really creepy...but it's not most of the movie. Usually when I watch a movie, my husband will ask what I thought of it. The typical response is, "It was alright." This time my response was, "I liked it" with a smile ;o) I don't typically go for independent films, and I don't know for sure if this was one (I've never heard of it before), but I really liked this move. I got hooked from the very beginning. If you want to see what lonely husbands and wives do at home, go to your local library, er, video store, and check this out!

Work this week...

"Teacher...", "Mrs. Cori?", "Mrs. Cori, so-and-so did this", "Mrs. Cori, look at so-and-so", "Mrs. Cori, what's for morning snack?", "Mrs. Cori, what's for lunch?", "Mrs. Cori, who's our afternoon teacher?", "Mrs. Cori, can I get a drink?", "Mrs. Cori, can I go potty?", "Mrs. Cori, can I...?", "Mrs. Cori, watch me", "Mrs. Cori, Mrs. Cori, Mrs. Cori, Mrs. Cori?", "Teacher.......teacher.....teacher.....Mrs. Cori..."


SHUT UP ALREADY!!!!!!!!


(Sigh).....ok, I feel better now :o)

Scientology Mommy Classes?...

Beauty Katie Holmes has been ordered to take mommy lessons reports US Magazine.
According to one Hollywood insider, the actress, who gave birth to daughter Suri last year, has been told by her husband to attend "mommy classes" taught by Scientologists.
"Katie was quite offended by that," the source tells Us. "Can you imagine when you're 28 and have your first child to be told you need to go to this church to become a better mom?"
Holmes now finds herself surrounded by fellow Scientologists (an exception is Victoria Beckham, who one Hollywood insider describes as "a link to the outside world"). In other news, Katie Holmes's' life has reportedly been the inspiration for author Lori Culwell's new book Hollywood Car Wash, after critics pointed out the uncanny similarities to the novel's lead character reports Contact Music.
Culwell's book portrays the life of a young actress who finds herself thrust into the limelight when she begins dating a big Hollywood star.
Culwell says, "It's all based on real stories and the main character is based on a person that is never, ever going to talk to me again." But Holmes's representative insists, "Never heard of this book, never read it and doesn't know the author.

For Weesa...Here's Your Song!

Katie DOES have a mind of her own...

Taken from postchronicle.com:

"Katie Holmes reportedly wants to enroll daughter Suri into "kiddie Catholicism" classes - even though husband Tom Cruise is a devout Scientologist.
The actress, who was raised a Catholic, gave up her religion and embraced the bizarre sci-fi cult when she met in Tom in 2005.
But Katie has now allegedly been secretly talking to pastors about her child's upbringing, and wants to enroll one-year-old Suri into some classes when she is older to learn about the faith, according to Life and Style magazine.
After meeting Tom, it was reported the 28-year-old actress had broke off ties with her old friends in Ohio, while her relationship with the actor allegedly caused a rift with her parents."

For My Hubbie..

Wanting to be cool...

So, I wanted to join the cool kids club too, and create my own blog. I'm not sure if I'll ever have anything to say or not, but now I can say I have one :o)