Well I guess they can’t be considered lost any more. My ex husband and I in Puerto Vallarta- actually just the a few I thought I threw away (of him and random shots, now I have to find the ones I wanted to keep!). It’s odd, there really wasn’t a need to feel so bitter, at least tearing up photo worthy. I think I had expected everyone to be upstanding, honest and loyal. The guy didn’t stand a chance. We were best friends for a long time through the first couple of years we dated and made a ton of wonderful memories: working out, skiing, camping, laser tag, playing games (video and board), tons of conversations- but he wound up being more of a yes man than offering me a different angle. I don’t know if he really agreed or if he didn’t have his own opinion. There was more to the saga but there’s no need to get into it on a public blog.
I think seeing some of the happy times makes me realize that not all my decisions were poor. He wasn’t abusive or demeaning, degrading etc. He just wasn’t the one for me. I have no regrets with the relationship or the divorce. I feel blessed to have certain people in my life who I may never have met otherwise.
Guess who was up all night tossing and turning while animals were relentlessly trying to break down the door? I don’t know who, all I know is that it wasn’t ME! (happy well rested sigh)
Fluffy cloud sleepy heavenly bliss with no cats hopping on my stomach/back/face/feet/eyeballs/nose! There was no scratching at the door either. I’m not sure if they finally got (and accepted) that the bedroom is my retreat or the cat corpse that I nailed to the door scared them off and was left as a warning (it’s okay it was donated by the local science department to see if nailing a carcass to a door will detour animals from intruding). Well local college, it DOES!
My body still feels completely sprained by the balancing act of the wheelchair and shopping cart (it’s much easier with the manual contraption instead of the uber large and hard to maneuver chair. I will sear the trial and error into my head and never again attempt to do a weeks worth of shopping in high heel boots, walking instead of driving and taking the tank chair.) I know factually I’ll do it on the next beautiful autumn/winters day. I need to stock up on Tylenol and heating pads for the next time I’m caught up in a sun break.
I could not get my music file uploaded from this computer! It just would not work on my site! I tried the greater part of the evening and quit attempting as soon as Jonathon had the song memorized. Once I caught myself harmonizing with him and wishing I knew how to play an acoustic- I found it on Youtube and took the easy way out. Jonathon and I figured out other things we’d do with a million dollars (the million that symbolizes infinite wealth, not today’s actual worth) I told him I’d buy him the Death Star and he told me he’d buy me a husband I asked him what the husbands name would be, “You can’t be picky mom.” I did that blank stare and silence until he changed his gift, “I’ll buy you a new computer.” I was happy with that and then we continued singing.
Tonight another round of The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother and Heroes is on. Will I watch? I’ve no idea. I paid attention the first week of the premieres, and then lost interest.
Speaking of television- Extra on CBS was ending and discussing Britney’s new video (just now)- something I’ve no plan or desire to see. She’s making a come back? Ugh. So she’s going to do another round of lip syncing, pole dancing and pretending she has talent thanks to high end technology and puppeteers? She was a teeny bopper pop princess- she can bow out and cherish those memories. I beg her to cherish those memories and bow out. It’s not required or needed for her to remain in the entertainment business- she should just hop a bus to Vegas aka the pasture for has beens and spend the remainder of her days wearing glittery outfits while pretending to sing for drunken slobs with money.
I am now going to lay on my sofa and unwind to mindless entertainment. ENTERTAIN ME CBS AND NBC! “You live to make me snicker and or gasp. I must have at least one snicker and or gasp this evening… I must.”
I’ve been playing Barenaked Ladies “If I had 1,000,000 Dollars” a few times this morning because it’s just the sweetest ‘has me smiling’ song in a long time. I’ll upload it when I get home so all the world can listen to it and smile with me.
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I’d buy you a house
(I would buy you a house)
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I’d buy you furniture for your house
(Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you a K-Car
(A nice Reliant automobile)
If I had a million dollars I’d buy your love
If I had a million dollars
I’d build a tree fort in our yard
If I had million dollars
You could help, it wouldn’t be that hard
If I had million dollars
Maybe we could put like a little tiny fridge in there somewhere
You know, we could just go up there and hang out
Like open the fridge and stuff
There would already be laid out foods for us
Like little pre-wrapped sausages and things
They have pre-wrapped sausages but they don’t have pre-wrapped bacon
Well, can you blame ‘em
Uh, yeah
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you a fur coat
(But not a real fur coat that’s cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you an exotic pet
(Yep, like a llama or an emu)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you John Merrick’s remains
(Ooh, all them crazy elephant bones)
And If I had a million dollars I’d buy your love
If I had a million dollars
We wouldn’t have to walk to the store
If I had a million dollars
Now, we’d take a limousine ’cause it costs more
If I had a million dollars
We wouldn’t have to eat Kraft Dinner
But we would eat Kraft Dinner
Of course we would, we’d just eat more
And buy really expensive ketchups with it
That’s right, all the fanciest ke… dijon ketchups!
Mmmmmm, Mmmm-Hmmm
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you a green dress
(But not a real green dress, that’s cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well, I’d buy you a monkey
(Haven’t you always wanted a monkey)
If I had a million dollars
I’d buy your love
If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars
I’d be rich
And one more- yes it’s old. Do I care? No. I like the upbeat today :)
One Week
It’s been one week since you looked at me
cocked your head to the side and said I’m angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
but it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi ’cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous, you’ll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you’re crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you’re sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we’re dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting Frantic
Like Sting I’m Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
that make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I’m sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
I think my posting will be limited until I get a new keyboard or a new monitor. I have two downsides when I use my computer at home (the laptop issues are beyond my expertise). My downsides are having the television doubling as the monitor and my tower having limited USB ports so I have to use my old desktop keyboard that had nail polish spill inside it 4 years ago making typing a really big chore. The buttons get stuck and the monitor is so far away from me that I can’t see when I typo or not! I looked online from another computer the other day and I saw myself signing my name “Dawm”. My browser auto populates some of the fields and apparently I’ve been going by “Dawm” since I started to use this again.
This weekend (the upcoming one) I plan on getting a new keyboard and video card because they’re both cheaper than a monitor since I’d have to get a flat screen one because I had tossed out my desks a couple of years ago (space issue). Damn stupid computer and keyboard and monitor! I’m explaining because I have e-mails to write and I don’t think I’ll get to them until the next weekend late in the evening.
I’m still not registered to vote. I did get my registration sent back because I forgot to sign my name and I didn’t pick a party- I DID… but my choice was ‘I do not belong to a particular party’ and the form I filled out online wound up leaving it blank. I didn’t even check before I sent it. They did put a date on there October 6th, so hopefully it’ll count and I’ll still get to vote.
I finished LEGO Batman- I’ll try to write a review on loose leaf and transfer it onto the pc later. AWESOME game. I kept it an extra week (I finished it days ago but it’s the free play that has me continuing.)
The only odd thing that happened THIS weekend was having a woman come to my door a little after 9 in the evening on Saturday and of course I had lotion on my face, my hair pulled back in a bun and I was wearing lounging clothes- She came to the door selling candy. In the two seconds I spent taking her in: I saw no envelope to put money in. The candy was random crap you pick up in the candy aisle. I heard no knocks prior to my door being knocked on (the way she was knocking and not giving up- it made her suspect since I heard no other forceful knocks on my apartment neighbors doors.
She noted that I was obviously in for the night considering it was still early on a Saturday night (odd to point that out when the time was clearly after 9 in the evening, a time when most people are settled- since she was selling candy, why was she so shocked that I’d be home and obviously settled in for the night?) I said a polite and stern “No thank you.” (while doubting the legit nature) I ran to my bedroom window and spied on her as she left. She quickly tucked the candy under her arm and went around the corner. No other apartments being knocked on… unless I was the last apartment she was planning on going to, which of course felt odd considering I’m one of the first apartments and if you went the opposite direction of selling candy, my unit would be second to last. She would have knocked on my neighbors door after me since I know she didn’t do it before getting to my door. Plus I didn’t hear anyone walk up and down the stairs (normally I hear everything outside my door and typically jump up to peep out because the way the sound carries- it sounds like my door is being knocked on when any of the neighbors have company.) I am arching my brow and questioning true motives. I’m thinking serial killer who saw that I was alone in the apartment watching television and she wanted to sell me poisoned candy and watch me choke on it from outside my window!
Speaking of serial killers: Jonathon and I walked to the store today and the man in front of us had nabbed a Scream costume. I realized it has been quite some time since I saw that film and I remembered that I taped it about ten years ago. I pulled the VHS tape out of my closet and felt a little tickled while viewing it. Wow, it was crappy quality.
Photoblog of the evening because my energy writing is almost spent.
The irony is that the best way to contact me these days is on my phone. Don’t expect ME to call (well I bug a certain person in Hawaii now and then because of the time difference- well and he’s my friend, but mainly because if I have insomnia, they’re three hours in the past- I know I’m not waking up anyone). But it’s much easier these days (if I’m not busy) meet up or call. My apologies to those I can’t do that with.
Photos: I’ve no idea what order I’ll upload them but I baked cookies, tried to make the cats room/area more comfy so they’ll leave me the hell alone (I was woken up several times last night by them trying to force themselves in my room- I kicked them out earlier because they’ll sit on my window sill and jump off, land on me while I’m asleep, it leaves me breathless and then I can’t get back to sleep) I don’t want them in my room. Mila is shedding like mad, she’s not letting me brush her and I don’t have the time or patience to deal with it, so when I go to bed I don’t want a ton of cat hair on my sheets. Plus you’ll see that I have a ton of clothes on my bed that needs folding. I’m not sure what point in the past two weeks caused the clothing issue to become out of control but I have to get a grip on it. I also put up a few (very few) decorations. I have spider webbing to put up, but so far I have two spiders and two bats up to show “I celebrate the holidays too!” I don’t want to over do it until I see how the cats react (first holiday season here). A photo of my bathroom because it was right there when I was taking pics of the decorations, a photo of the sad realization that I was watching Hannah Montana and Jonathon wasn’t even up!
Alright, I’m posting the photos of my weekend now (actually my weekend of the past hour because that was the only time I felt like take pics). I did bring the camera on Jonathon and my adventure out, but I was a wimp after manuvering a grocery cart with one hand and controlling Jonathon’s chair with the other- on a Sunday… (crowded and not easy to steer or take pictures- I need more arms.)
Enjoy the photos that look like all the other photos I take from inside my apartment well except I have two spiders and two bats to offset the norm. Wow, I wrote more than I planned on writing! I am IMPRESSED!
Dawm
OH! Before I forget, if anyone has quit smoking… Last night I had a dream that I was spending the evening with friends and swung by a store and automatically picked up a pack of smokes. We were all out at a pub and I caught myself lighting up. After a couple of drags I gasped, “Hey! I don’t smoke!!!!” I woke up extremely disappointed in myself until I realized it was only a dream and it was only 1 in the morning (which meant I could go back to sleep… and I did.). Do most newly non-smokers have that dream? (I quit a little over 2 months ago)
The last thing I remembered it was Tuesday and the debate was going on. I crawled into bed and fought with the Sandman for quite a bit. (okay it was more like me begging as I’m clutching his night shirt/gown thing: “You don’t understand, I’ve grown a tolerance for the amt of sand you’ve been giving me. I need more! PLEASE just take hand fulls and throw it at me! I won’t tell anyone…”)
I know I put Jonathon on the bus and listened to him teasing me because he doesn’t have school Thursday or Friday and while I’m at work he gets to spend all day with Isla. NO FAIR! I was pouting at the unfairness and it hit me, “Tomorrow is Thursday… How’d that happen?” Yes, the obvious answer is that I’m not the brightest bulb on the marquee. I’m good with that.
I do have to admit it was an odd day though, especially for being a Wednesday. I had so many thoughts about so many things and absolutely no known point of origin. It started off on my morning walk and my mind began to create lyrics as the sun was being relentless and forcing my eyelids to protect my vision. Then the next path of thought fell to dating. I remembered my ex husband and feeling he wasn’t a prime specimen and I had made a mistake. He had genetic flaws and most of the men I typically date are flawless (except for personality). I was the seeker of the alpha male with a high intellect. Brain and brawn are required for survival- but then I was thinking I’m nearing the age or I am the age where perhaps I don’t need procreate. I can lift the old standards and find a best friend to spend the remainder of my life with, a best friend I’m physically attracted to. But also a best friend who won’t be jealous of my platonic best friends… ya know? Then I was thinking of Mexico- actually I know where that came from- On the radio something was mentioned- a commercial for the Mind of Mencia “Everything West of the Mississippi used to be Mexico.” So then I started to wonder if Mexicans should be called Native Americans because they were native to America- and then I was realizing that Spanish came here first and perhaps I was ignoring their origins- they’d wouldn’t be Native Americans- and then I was wondering “Well are they?” All of a sudden I was feeling even more ignorant because I had a lapse in my mind. Are the majority of people a combination of Spanish and Native American? And if so, do they have Native American reservations there? Can Native Americans get reservations? Do they even have a Hilton Hotel? I’m sure they do- is it cheaper? What if I want to go to a Super 8. Do those still exist? Then I asked myself why I was thinking such idiotic things- After I snapped out of it I realized the week is leaning on the “closer to the weekend” side and I was smiling at how much closer to the weekend I was.
I think this is one of the first weekends in a long time where I don’t really have plans or company. I suppose it will allow me to finish up Lego Batman (just when I thought I was finished- I had the Villian side to play! YES!!!! Fun times! It was difficult last night deciding between the presidential debate and the Lego game. Towards the end I wound up turning on the televisions in the bedrooms w/the doors opened and listening from the living while I was kicking some Harley Quinn butt.. Hmmm, Harley Quinn… she always reminded me of the girl who played Tank Girl and who was in Point Break- Lori Petty. I wonder what she’s doing now?
My next mission will be finding out what Lori Petty has been up to- that and organizing my own posting and topics and researching stuff for a very top secret thing that may not really be a secret or the top of all secrets, but I’m keeping it under wraps.
I was also watching a video of a house in Portland that slid down the hill 300 ft on a 40 degree angle and hit other houses. The woman was home and made it to the porch, but not to street when the house (which was rather large and in nice area of the city) she went down with the house and managed to climb on top when it fell over on its side- she was pulled up by her neighbors and I just thought how shocking that would be. You’re home, a beautiful home you’re so proud of, you feel safe in, you’re enjoying your morning routine and in a second it’s falling down helplessly and pulling you with it. Your saved, your house is not and you’re so thankful to be alive but now you’re homeless in a blink of an eye. There was no blazing fire that spread out of control, a weather system coming in- just randomly the ground beneath your home gave way. Ooops. All scenarios of losing a home sucks (I know!!!) but when they said, “She was muddied and shooken up” I was thinking, “What now? What is she going to do now?”
Oh and I’m on board with Brooke Shields campaign for stopping women who are getting pregnant just for the new VW. That’s so wrong! Why are they doing that? I’d hate to be the child who grows up to find out that I was only conceived so that my mother could have an excuse to buy a VW. I’m with ya Brooke, there are other reasons to get a VW. I can’t think of any off the top of my head, but I’m sure there’s at least one valid one out there floating around.
I caught myself sitting here listening to a debate/conversation between three females about ‘Dancing with the Stars.’ It was not a very proud moment. It was as if I was in a trance unaware of what I was doing. I had no control over it! Once I realized what I was doing… I listened for a few more minutes and then turned off the television station.
I watched the Presidential debate tonight- prior to the dancing with the stars conversation. McCain still gives me the creeps. He looks like the actor Julian Beck as Kane from Poltergeist. McCain- Mr. Name thrower… “Well I was there when Reagan was talking with Tip O’Neil… and that reminded me of family morals that takes me back to when I was there while Jesus sat down with Judas..”
Big Question: Who do I think won the debate? Well does anyone truly win in these things? Aren’t we *all* winners? I’ll turn my TV to CNN and let them tell me who I think should be considered the winner. Kidding. I do see Obama as the winner though, but by a slight margin. A huge margin. It was clearly Obama. Who’s the big loser? Shockingly it isn’t McCain. It’s me. I had to listen to them compare the debate as boxing match. A non-eventful boxing match where Obama had McCain cornered and preventing him from getting a clear shot in. I wound up visualizing McCain wearing boxing shorts and oddly enough black socks with sock garters and wing tipped shoes.
I do feel for the most part it wasn’t a big defining moment for either of them- good or bad. The event went as well as it should have for being a pretty heavy day. NEXT week there had better be a clear winner and someone in the corner balled up in a fetal position and no more scary visuals of McCain in anything that would show his pasty legs. *shiver*
Please remember folks: If you’re over 18 and you’re not registered to vote, you’ve lost your ability to bitch about ANYTHING and demand change imo.
Heroes is on and I can’t sit still long enough to view it. It’s a cliche Monday and my Monday started off with me thinking I had lost my car keys (they were in the OUTER pocket of my purse- but I didn’t know that until I tore the apartment apart trying to find them), Jonathon’s bus had a sub… or actually they knew someone was supposed to sub today, but everyone else assumed someone else was doing it. 40 minutes late. I wasn’t very happy. Work was work and then after work my Monday played out like a third Thursday of every other month. I bought a garbage can, October candy, an intellectual magazine, an Audrey Hepburn drawing I’m trying to figure out where to place, text messaging because talking is just too easy; and some bats and more spiders to go on the webs when I finally decorate for the uber scary holiday that approaches- Columbus Day.
Mixed up in the “Dawn is hyper and taking pictures of nearly anything that doesn’t move.” is a zombie cat I saw sitting outside my window on Saturday… staring at me.. wanting to bite my face off… By the time I grabbed the camera it had moved across the parking lot making for a lousy photo, BUT a photo none the less.
Here you go, in random order, the proof that I have too much time on my hands in after work.
The photo is not nearly as impressive as the actual scene. The tried and true prank of wrapping someone’s cubical in aluminum foil made an appearance at work. It’s very rare that I’m impressed around the office, but when I walked over to look at what Donna was the ring leader of- I had to take off my hat and tip it to a job well done.
Okay, I really don’t wear a hat, but the supervisor who was on personal leave has to appreciate coming back to a Jiffy Pop office space.
How I Met Your Mother: The roommate who married the chick who played on Buffy wants to have the same burger he had in his first week of living in NYC 8 years prior and everything changed and moved and there’s a new bank and they all got fed in the end… including Regis.
Big Bang Theory: The one nerdy geek dates his old fling again played by that actress who was in Rosanne as Darla where her and that guy dated on that show as well. The roommate kept getting left in the hallway… etc. nothing major, a few smirks were found on my face.
Heroes- Gah… I can’t recall. Explosions, the desert where that guy who reads minds sees another guy going into the trance and paints the future on the rocks… the dad of the girl who heals herself pairs up with the evil dude because that’s what he’s made to do in order to bring back the villians who escaped. I ooh’ed and ahh’ed a couple of times. Oh and the mother of the kid is dead but you find out that there was more than one of her. DA DA DA!
Wife Swap: Two families swap wives and the house holds are way opposite than what they’re used to. There was family who chased tornadoes- and a family that was WAY into safety and I only glanced up a couple of times during the show. The one mom was screaming at the dad of the other family and the dad yelled back.
On America’s Next Top Model: One of the models was sent home.
My Name is Earl: The ex-wife is outcasted and gets a horrible infection by using the hottub Earl gave her that came from a guy who had an infection.
So there you have it, the entire list of things I remembered that aired last week. In case you missed it, there ya go, you’re all caught up just in time for the new week.
(happy well rested sigh)
I asked him what the husbands name would be, “You can’t be picky mom.” 
I did get my registration sent back because I forgot to sign my name and I didn’t pick a party- I DID… but my choice was ‘I do not belong to a particular party’ and the form I filled out online wound up leaving it blank. I didn’t even check before I sent it. They did put a date on there October 6th, so hopefully it’ll count and I’ll still get to vote.
I pulled the VHS tape out of my closet and felt a little tickled while viewing it. Wow, it was crappy quality.
well except I have two spiders and two bats to offset the norm. Wow, I wrote more than I planned on writing! I am IMPRESSED!
