See Hear Speak No Evil

even as i sit here to write, i am not sure what words i’ll type out. you’ll have to bear with me as i ramble…it’s the only way to clear the cobwebs and get me back to blogging, so to speak.

i’ve spent a week watching tv. don’t email me and tell me i watch too much tv. i already know. mandy patinkin is leaving criminal minds. what a huge bummer. grey’s anatomy? sucked six miles of camel nuts. in yemen. heroes? bitchin, as usual. i also love desperate housewives (the premiere tonight was good, actually), shark, the biggest loser, damages (on f/x), and csi (the vegas one). i’ve been referred to dirty sexy money, too…so i’ll let you know what i think of that, too.

i have figured out how to work my DVR and this thing is like, the best ever!! i love it. i no longer waste an hour watching a 45-minute show. i record it and skip the commercials. except for the peyton manning ads. he cracks me up.

in my defense, in the past month i’ve read 5 books… so i am not a complete loser. i started the twilight series and (sorry, lor) i like them. i’ve only read the first book tho, so let’s see what happens. the writing is a bit too…simple? but i like the story, so i’ll keep reading. unfortunately, they are on the wait list at the library, so…it’s not progressing as fast as i would like.

football…well it’s football. my chargers SUCK. i am so glad all the sportscasters feel the same way i do in that firing marty was the biggest mistake EVER. i am, however, happy for al and her packers. brett favre truly deserves to go out on top…not like the last 3 seasons the packers have had. i am happy for him, the team and all packer fans.

at work, i’ve been uber successful. that’s a very good thing. however…i wonder if i’ve now set the bar so high for myself that surpassing it will be next to impossible. also…at times, i am not even sure what the hell i am doing…so how is success possible if i don’t clearly know the route? does that make sense at ALL? i hope so. it’s possible i don’t give myself enough credit, but sometimes i wonder how i accomplish anything…because i feel like such a wreck inside. and by wreck…i don’t mean a loser. i’m just unorganized…my thoughts are scattered. i think i have ADHD. don’t laugh! LOL. i am rarely focused on a single task…how do i fix that?

the kids keep me busy as ever. i am never at home after work and it’s driving me nuts. jenna dances on monday. jake plays soccer on monday or tuesday and saturday. he practices tuesday and thursday. wednesdays…jake has scouts. thursdays…i play volleyball. every other friday we have paul’s girls. on sunday, the kids go to church and paul sleeps most of the day b/c he has to work that night. then i start all over again.

i need a vacation.

p.s. ace is no longer with us. she was too sick. may she rest in peace. xoxo ace. (she was my sick kitty…remember?)

Take a look at our new Header! We should have a new one every month. Sometimes more than one a month…

Like the Bat? This comes from Jess making fun of my bat drawing skills.

HAHAHAHA. Batman!

Today my daughter auditioned for the Nutcracker. If she makes it she will be a clown. You know… the cute little kids that come out from the bottom of the big skirt?

Today my son also auditioned. He would be a party boy. No dancing required. Well dancing with GIRLS would be required, but no ballet.

I’ll know in a week.

I am stressed out.

What if one child makes it and the other doesn’t?

/gasps

It’s time for me to come out of the closet. Kicking and screaming, mind you, but crawling out nonetheless. /looks side to side to see who’s watching

/sigh. This is difficult for me to say or write because the admission makes me SOOOO girly.

I watch Grey’s Anatomy and Desperate Housewives.

THERE! I said it!

Not only do I watch these shows, I am addicted to these shows. ADDICTED! Let me tell you a story to illustrate my point.

Picture it: Green Bay, WI, mid-May 2006, end of season 1 of Grey’s Anatomy

This night also happened to be my final night in town (moving to NM and such) and so some friends wanted to take me out to dinner. It was the season finale (the one where they have the prom for the Chiefs niece and Derek and Meredith have sex in one of the rooms.) And I really wanted to watch the season finale for obvious reasons.

The other problem, I planned to get my ass out of town at the butt crack of dawn and wasn’t fully packed! How was I going to get all of this stuff done in one night when my new favorite show has a 2 hour finale?

This is where the technology of the late ’80s comes to my rescue (thank you Sanyo). You may vaguely remember a piece of electronic equipment that was a necessity in households until the mid-’90s called a VCR. It played video cassettes (you remember cassettes/tapes right?). Yeah, well, I had (and still have) one of those and so was able to tape the show and watch it when I got to NM. (Lame ending, I know. It started strong and then just petered the fuck out. My bad. This is why I only write technical documents. I leave the good stories to Jess.)

Day saved! And addiction revealed. Yes, my friends laughed at me. So what?

Anywho- last night was the season premiere of the third season. What’s going to happen? Are George and Callie going to get divorced? Is Burke going to come back for Christina? Are Meredith and Derek going to make it work? Is Alex ever going to get laid by a nurse or intern? And, most importantly, is McSteamy going to do another scene without his shirt (/needs fan to stop the swoon)?

And I’m waiting for the season premiere of DH this Sunday with bated breathe.

…….I feel much better now that this is out in the open. Now I can talk about it and not have to pretend like those crazy antics are happening to people I know instead of just people I love that play characters on some show on TV.

My local bar, The White Owl, hosts an event at 8:00 p.m. on Wednesdays called Quizzo. You answer questions in rounds that range from sports, pop culture, to politics. Anything really.

Want to feel stupid?

All you have to do is look over at the drunken bastards at the table next to you that won.

My table came in 4th, and I even left early so my mom could go home. Thank you mom! Way to go husband and Trenty!

Anyways, we were NOT the losers. Most of the tables had around six people on them too. If I could only talk Jess into going one time we would WIN!

Have I ever mentioned that if you have the chance you should always pick Jess as a partner if it is a trivia game. Jess and I kick ass at Cranium. We were the reigning champs for 3 years at my New Years Eve party. She would also be one of my “phone a friend” if I ever went on Millionaire.

I also need to get Loralee to go to Quizzo with me, and possibly Karen. Then I would have music and literature covered. Plus my friend Soffe to get all that US history crap covered too.

My fantasy Quizzo team would consist of:

Me: Because I like beer, art, and cleaning supplies. I like to read too!
My husband: Because he likes beer too, and he is the smartest guy I know. Except that coffee is spelled with 2 “e’s”.
Trent: He also likes beer, and computer games. Plus he just needs to get out, and he has already played.
Jess: Knows a lot about sports, pop culture, NASCAR (not a sport), star trash, how to spell, politics, television… you get the clue.
Al: Knows all vegetarian related stuff, politics, rocks, water, and the environment. Plus she runs, bikes, and hikes.
Loralee: Knows… music, who was in movies, theater, and food.
Karen: She is a librarian… HELLO?
Soffe: Duh, History and stuff. Plus he really likes sports.
Loralee’s husband: Electrical and technical computer stuff.
Michelle: She has traveled a lot. I should mention that a lot… is a lot. Maybe she would know where all the countries are located.
Nat: Snowboarding, computers, and how to brew beer. Plus your shirt was PINK the other night!
Nan: All that hairstyling stuff, and you are FUN!
Kyle and Camille: Just to get you to Utah for a visit.
T: Because we could make $2 off of selling Al at the bar.

The list goes on. I know I am forgetting some of my friends that would possibly go with me to the bar to play, if not to drink. Why would YOU want to be on my fantasy Quizzo team?

Please comment so I know.

I got a call from my mother today telling me that grandparents had to put their 12 year old dog to sleep tonight. You must understand. This dog was PART OF THE FAMILY! He even had a trademarked (kidding) Dennis Rodman prance which basically meant he flounced around and acted all hoity toity.

Granted, the Rodman prance came about when he was much younger and the Jazz and Bulls were arch-rivals (/shakes fist at Jordan and that effing game 7… you bastards ruined the hope of the entire state) and we all hated Rodman and his tattooed, pierced, crazy colored haired, “I’m all that” attitude. But the dog had that same attitude.

He was the dog that made me almost like all little lap dogs but not quite. You see Jazz (get the picture, my grandparents are HUGE fans) was special. He pranced, he danced, he snuggled, but most of all, he brought joy and happiness to my grandparents. And that, dear readers, is why I am remembering Jazz the dog.

And that is why I cried when my mother told me. My grandparents are devastated, I’m sure, and I am sending them all the love that I have in me, and more.

So, please be nice to your pets (/no more yelling at Ruido, he’s special you know) for I declare tomorrow National Pets Day. Just love them and be happy that they are in your lives, that they bring you joy, that they make you laugh, and that they annoy the living piss out of you. It means they love you and need you and want to be near you. What more can we ask for?

Lately my son has really needed my husband and I. He has been having issues at school and some at home. I am completely burnt out. I can’t get anything done right at home or work. I think I am going to take a time out from life for a bit to get this all sorted out. I am not sure if I’ll have the emotional energy to post for a bit, but I’ll try.