So while all that is going on, now election season is kicking into high gear. Democratic convention? Loved it. I was jazzed. I'm still not sure how I feel about Biden, but whatever. Of course, down here in the "Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ" bible belt, I am constantly inundated with how McCain is better because Barack did not allow for a baby that survived an abortion to be treated and McCain wants to outlaw abortion. Still trying to wrap my mind around that one. Anyhow, that's just my minor beef. My MAJOR beef is Sarah Palin. First, Who? Second, WTF? I had a coworker talk to me after her speech at the RNC (hated it...made me so mad) saying that Sarah Palin "made her proud to be a Republican." I just wanted to shake her and say, "Girl, you're poor! You have to work two jobs to make ends meet, and these people want to allow corporations to take MORE of your money, and you're proud?!?" Sweet God! But, I didn't, especially since I'm definitely in the minority on my views and these people are crazy. They might take me out back and stone me. I cannot stand Sarah Palin. I tried to listen to her, but:
1. She flat out lied about Barack during her speech. Not cool.
2. She offends me as a woman. Pardon me for not being a hockey mom, lipstick-wearing bulldog. (?)
3. She offends me as a Catholic. I know that the Church has pretty set do's and don'ts, but far be it from me to use my faith to rule over and judge the vast population of people, especially when it comes to jurisdiction over women's wombs. Hello, judge not lest ye be judged. Not to mention, I don't care what anyone says. I feel you can be a pro-choice Catholic. Hello! We all make a choice. Choosing life is a choice, dumbasses!
4. She offends me as a mother. I would like to think that never in my life, if I were asked to be on a presidential ticket, I would ever say anything to the effect of, "I accept. By the way, have you met my knocked up 17-year-old and the boy she's planning on marrying." Note: not fiancee, not boyfriend, not partner, but the boy she's planning on marrying. That's a stable, loving, happy homelife just waiting to happen. Oh well, at least there are other skeletons in her closet so hopefully she can stop playing that card.
On a really funny note, though, during the RNC, Eva learned how to say John McCain. I was doing laundry while we were crashing at my grandmother's (side note...Gustav knocked our power out for 5 days) and the RNC was on TV. All of a sudden, I hear Eva yelling, "JOMMY CAIN!!!" I was like, oh hell no. I started saying Barack Obama. She says, "No! JOMMY CAIN!" I told her she needs to say Barack Obama right now. She looked at me and says, "BRACK A MAMA! BRACK A MAMA! JOMMY CAIN!" I picked her up from daycare yesterday and she says, "Mama...BRACK A MAMA!" Yay! So cute!
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I am wrapping up week 2 of grad school. I started my MBA through the University of Phoenix online. I'm currently procrastinating writing a paper on why I am pursuing my MBA, in APA style. It's due tomorrow. That's two weeks I almost have an excuse for. I've also started belly dancing. That is a crap ton of fun. My teacher just found out she's preggers, and apparently belly dancing is good for pregnant women. Is it bad that I am jealous when I think that even though she will have a baby belly and she'll be bigger, she'll still look better than me because her belly doesn't jiggle like mine?
Politics is currently also making me crazy. I thought I was becoming more conservative in my views until John McCain clinched the Republican nomination. Then I took a hard look and just realized the rednecks down here were just having a bad influence on me. I still <3 Barack. Even though he made an offensive comment this week about how frustrated people cling to guns or religion to get their point across. In many cases, that's true. I don't see why it's so offensive. Either I'm not as high strung and bitter as some people or else I've misunderstood what the MSN article said. At this point, I seem to be having a reading comprehension problem, so it could go either way.
Work is still going well. I could even go so far to say that outside of the TV station, this is the most stress and drama free job I've had. Even though I will probably have to take a trip to see a customer this week for damage control and another customer is coming to visit and yell at me, it still doesn't get to me.
Eva the kid is growing like a weed. I bought her Spring pictures from daycare the other day. She's so stinking cute I can't even stand it. Grant and I have talked about having another one. However, I have had some health problems, and I'm starting to think if we want another one, we will have to adopt. Plus I don't want my kids to be too far apart in age, so if the issues don't get cleared up soon, Grant and I will have to reevaluate the whole kids thing. In the middle of all this, I am still trying to lose the "baby weight." I have only lost 8 pounds since I had Eva. Of course, she weighed 8 pounds so I don't think it counts.
I seriously need to get back to my paper. Peace out.
Eva is surviving and thriving at daycare. For a while it seemed like she would never get used to the place, but now she throws a fit when she has to leave the big kid building to go back over to the babies. She's only 18 mos, but she's already turning into a little diva. She's decided she loves to dance. She goes around the house doing a little squat-dance thing to the music. Too funny. I can't wait till she's old enough to take dance classes.
Speaking of little ones, I can't believe how big Lillybug is getting,
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earthymom.And a big congrats to
sonsah! Better late than never. I'm so happy for you. All the best.Grant finally made it down here, so hopefully it will be a while before we do the long distance marriage thing again. Now me, my hubby and my dad all work at the same company. Who knew?
After two months of transient living, I'm happy to report that I am finally all moved into my house in the Springs of Hot. Yes, I know that I said it would be a cold day in hell before I ever moved back to Arkansas, much less my hometown, but it's really not bad here. Apparently something about this town sucks you back in because two other friends of mine from growing up that moved away ages ago (before I finished high school) just moved back recently, too. So far, so good. My hubby's in-laws still drain my energy. No real change there.
The job is going really well. I have one month left before my 90 day probationary period is up. Hopefully they'll keep me. It would suck to have moved all the way down here and they say, "Yeah...not so much."
That's really all that has been going on with me, other than the day to day stuffies. Peace out!
"Having to do just one thing on a trip seems like a score for team Global Warming."
Global warming has a team? Who is a part of this team? Is it anyone who drives a monstrous SUV, or are celebrities endorsing said team?
Now, don't get me wrong. I am as against global warming as the next person. I
Not much of anything, really. Work, work, and more work. I have several massages this week, so that's good for some extra dough. It's funny to me (not really) that three massages=my take home pay for a week at my day job. That hurts me. Enough about me, though. Let's see what I can dig up from the Internet.
I love The Onion. I know it's not actual news, but sometimes you need a break from the warmongering and the mortgage crisis and the Spears/Federlines.
I read an article a few weeks ago that stated that scientific (not really) research [guesses] that due to the popularity and overwhelming scariness potenial of MySpace, by 2010, everyone on Earth will know someone whose life was ruined by the popular networking interface.
Of course, that doesn't stop the struggle of should I get one/should I not. All the reporters here are starting to scatter to the winds and they all have MySpace. Thus, the peer pressure begins: "[Chica]...how can we keep in touch without MySpace? It's so easy to keep up with everyone that way." I can't believe I'm asking this, but is email that archaic? I just email people or read their not MySpace blogs. Or...and I shudder to even think about this...there is the phone. I know...now I'm talking crazy.
I have a friendster, and I haven't even looked at that in I can't tell you how long. It's hard enough keeping up two blogs simultaneously. One definitely gets more attention than the other. Of course, there is still my original position on MySpace...I think it's more evil than good. Who knows, maybe one of the MySpace devotees will prove me wrong and I'll finally break down and get one. I'm holding out as long as I can, though.
- Location:Someplace Special
- Music:Early Today on TV
- Location:Someplace Special
- Mood: happy
I've always wanted to encounter a ghost, but I haven't yet...until possibly now. My coworkers were making fun of me because just because it's cold doesn't mean it's a ghost. I know that, but why was it only cold at my desk to the right of my chair? Not even to the left. I don't know...
- Mood: curious
- Music:Horse With No Name - America
I've been having one of those "life just sucks" kind of weeks.
The other day I lost my wallet with ID, debit cards and cash inside. My hubby yelled, bitched, moaned and griped at me because of it until 12:30 the next morning. Keep in mind I have to get up at 1:30 for work. That day was not a good day. Plus I've got to find some way to recoup the cash.
Also, I was working on an early AM story (same day), I squatted with the camera to get a shot and busted one of the seams in the pants I was wearing. Luckily the hole was small and hidden, but I still was nervous about my wardrobe malfunction, especially since I couldn't go home and change thanks to the very busy morning. Lots of breaking news, people!
I started getting one of those "poor me" attitudes. Then I remembered an old coworker. Everything bad that could possibly happen in your life happened to them at least twice a week (not really, but the way they carried on...). I thought about how that used to just chap my hide and decided I'm not going to do that. New cards and ID are on the way, and we'll just have to suck up the cash loss until I can make it up. Grant is no longer allowed to gripe. He's had two days now and it's over. So there.
- Location:work
- Music:Early Today on TV
Take, for example, the pants I have on this morning. They fit me perfectly...or so I thought. I can move around in them. They are not tight anywhere, which is really something for me because usually any pair of pants I wear are tight somewhere, thanks to my curvy curvaceousness. :P Anyhoo, imagine my surprise when I have to go out on an early story, I bend down to get a shot, and I feel a hole form in one of the seams of my pants! DAMMIT! Luckily it's not large or noticeable, but still...
I need to learn to sew so I can reinforce the seams in all my pants. Apparently the acrobatics and contortions I perform are not meant to be performed in pants that aren't worn at the gym.
Well, I guess he's over that because the other day he asks me, "Are there TV stations in Hawaii?" My response, "No. They don't have TV there. Why do you ask?" I mean, seriously, I've never been to Hawaii. He has. Shouldn't he know if they have TV there? But I digress.
He's decided that for our next move, he wants to get rid of all our bills (good idea) and then move to Hawaii (hmmm...). I told him to take me there first and let me check it out. I keep telling him when I go to Arkansas next month, I have a job interview set up (a favor to my dad, but still...). He is completely against moving down South. I'm not saying I want to move in with my parents, but I still don't think that moving closer to my roots would be a bad thing.
I just hope he doesn't rethink this again and start trying to sell me on the Yukon.
I found out my front brakes on my bike are on just a touch tight, causing them to constantly rub on the front tire. No wonder riding was so hard yesterday! C took me into Marquette since I had a client I had to get to and I got off work late at the station. I met my mother in law in town and loaded my bike into her Rover. I had to take off the front tire to get it in there, and when I went to put it back on later, I actually made the brake-rubbing-the-tire problem worse. I don't have the tools to fix it, so I had to drive to work this morning. On my way home this afternoon, I'll stop at the bike shop and get a set of tools. Every girl should have a set, right?
In other news, I went shopping this weekend for summer (and I use that term loosely living up here) clothes. I don't know if it's just a fluke or not, but the clothes I bought were but one size away from my pre-prego size! Since I wore this size for years and years before dropping to my pre-prego size, I am so excited. Especially knowing that three months ago I couldn't get into a pair of pants that weren't maternity. I bought a larger pair of pants the other day as well. They fit when I tried them on, but after wearing them for about half an hour, they were falling off me. YES! Now that I'm seeing results, I'm much more motivated to go to the gym. In fact, I'll be going after work this morning. At this rate, I hope to be back into all my pre-prego clothes by the end of the summer.
On the way back to the house, we got to the lake (not one of those baby Arkansas lakes either. I'm talking Superior...the big lake.), and the wind picked up. I'm not sure which is worse: riding into the wind or having the wind come at you from the side. The last few miles, I thought my legs were going to fall off. I had to stop and rest several times which didn't surprise me, but even with that, the whole trip only took three hours. I thought it would have taken at least four.
Bill, our weather man, forecasted thunderstorms today, so we all drove in. Has there been a drop of rain? No. However, the wind is blowing something fierce, so I can't say that I didn't appreciate the drive as opposed to riding.
On another I did it note, I am officially certified as a massage therapist. I had my graduation on Thursday and have my first paying client this afternoon. I also have some "I'll work for tips" events coming up, so hopefully I'll be able to drum up some business that way. I hope to be able to have a complete return on my investment by the end of the year. I hope. I hope. I hope.
x-posted to Hola
- Location:work
- Mood: chipper
- Music:the whirr of the satellite receiver next to my head
