She's somebody's grandma

On a previous post, I was objecting to the fact that every time I go to the supermarket, I am always averaging about 50 bags during each trip. It was until just today that I realized that this whole time I could have been saving them because I saw this little old lady at the meat market who collects them. Not just plastic bags, but paper bags as well and she carts them around in one of those old people pull carts. I wish I would have known they would go to good use and I wouldn’t have thrown them away.

Yes she was this typical 75 year old polish woman. Pulling around her bags, and wearing, since it is a little chilly outside, the famous old lady silk scarf on her head. I never understood why they wear those on their heads. Silk is not warm. And at what age do they decide to start doing that. I hope I never decide to do that, but then again I’m not polish. Now that I think about it my grandma did it too, so it must not be a polish thing.

I also never understood the reason old people save stuff like that. What does she need all of those bags for anyways? Pooper scooper? nope no dog. Grocery shopping, nope I can’t imagine a little old lady needing that many groceries, but then again the store does put one thing in each bag. They have trouble parting with stuff they save too. Like something like that has any value.

So what will I collect when I’m old? I’m going to start my bottle cap collection right now….

I love my new gym class!

Let me say that I love my pilates class. It is very rejuvenating. I feel so good physically today, and I think from all of that stretching, I may be ¼” taller than I was before. For anyone who has never done pilates, it is a lot of body control and conditioning. You have to hold your abs in no matter what part of the body you are lifting, pushing, or laying on. There were only three of us in the class, which made it really quaint and personal. It was only my first day and I start the yoga class tonight. I’m going to be so limber…

One thing, you’ll never actually know how heavy your legs are until you have to lift them 50 time, 50 different ways.

So it's official!

You may be talking to a new UB student soon. I've decided to sign up for my bacelors degree in Marketing and I will be starting in the Fall of 2006! I'm very excited about the whole thing. I have my transfer meeting at Villa on October 13th and the open house for UB is on the 15th.

Disaster strategy.

Why is it that when you are almost in an accident, there must be a staredown? Is it because I almost gave him a heart attack and he is telling me with his eyes that I almost did? Or is it because he is staring at me to tell me that "nice going, you stupid girl driver, almost hit me...now my insurance almost went up, and I'd have to get a new car, or you could have killed me, so watch where you are going next time"?

My stare was, "sorry you stupid driver for being in the way and don't you understand that I might just not have seen you, besides I thought you had a stop sign anyways, please just get out of the way now so I can move and stop staring at me".

Then you think about how he is going to go home tonight and call his buddies and tell them how there was this girl (figures cause girls can't drive, then gets a laugh from them) and she almost hit me. I mean she was like this close (uses index finger and thumb to show about an inch of space between him and her), and she was going like 100 miles and hour, and woah man, I almost died.

Then there is me who is telling me my side of the story which was I was at a stop sign and went because at the time I decided to go there wasn't anyone coming until I was almost acrossed and he was in my face. I really did think he had a stop sign, because every corner has a stop sign in Kenmore except (figures) the one I was on.

It was at that moment the staredown began...

Visit to the art gallery

We headed to the art gallery this past Friday. They had the optical illusion display which was very “moving”. There were so many different paintings that created movement with lines, circles, stripes, and even a light display that waved so you felt like the floor was moving. That display was worth the trip. I was not too familiar with many of the artists, except Josef Albers.

They offered a silent movie that we missed so I can not comment on. There was a guy there who had this big machine that was operated by a laptop and had different equations to dip cardboard into plaster over 1000 ways. Also, DJ Press was there to entertain and one guy actually got up to enlighten everyone with his new millennium rendition of the robot. I guess being in an art gallery must mean that you have to bring out the artistic side of you.

I, however, refrained from pulling out my easel and oil painting a mountain…..

Can you hear me now?

I never understood the reason for the speaker phone. I could understand the usage of it in your home when you are 3 rooms away and yell. Well maybe not because you wouldn’t even need to do that now that they invented the cordless phone 15 years ago. I could understand it in a business situation where there is a room full of people on a conference call. Now that makes sense.

The reason of the speakerphone: you’re in your office all alone with only all of your co-workers surrounding you on the outside with the door wide open and the volume turned all the way up. Can you hear me? It is not that painful of an action to reach two feet in front of you, pick up the 2 oz receiver, and have your conversation. Are you trying to prove you have nothing to hide and that everyone needs to know your business?

Please refrain from letting us know where to meet you for dinner……

Finding things to do!

So I’ve decided to get off my ass and stop sulking. I’m not implying that I just sit down and do nothing. I’m implying that I need to find a hobby. I signed up for a gym membership yesterday, so now I’m able to be involved in some classes like Yoga and Pilates which you exercise physically and mentally. I’m also signed up for a kickboxing class so that should whip my butt into shape! I lost most of the baby weight, but not all that I wanted too. I also found out in doing this that I have a wellness program through my insurance and they will cover more than half of my membership fee. That was an incentive too. I will also be participating in the local American Heart Association walk this weekend with some friends from work. That should be rejuvenating to see and hear about all those in need of this assistance.

Things still on my to do list that is still rapidly growing:
1. Take singing lessons (which I’ve longed to do since I was little) and sing the national anthem in front of thousands of people at something like a sporting event. (and not like Roseanne and grab my crotch)
2. Buy a designer dress made by an actual designer like Dolce and Gabanna or Oscar De La Renta and go somewhere nice to wear it. Then people can say, “Who are you wearing?” instead of “Where did you get that?”
3. Drive a motorcycle.
4. Go to Rockefeller Center during Christmas Time.

Ex Island???

Last night I dreamt that I was in a boat on a small canal with my husband and as we were cruising around there were all of my ex boyfriends. Not that I have a shit load of ex’s, but it was like I was boating down memory lane. In the dream I never mentioned to my husband that they were ex’s which allowed me to have my own conversations with them with out any hostility. I couldn’t even tell you what we talked about. In real life I’m sure they have great lives and wives and families by now and do not all live on one small island.

It's monday and I'm...

...Much better today. Had a chance to relax this weekend. Very nice to be able to do. Now I have to figure out how to master the concept of economics in the next two weeks. I have to finish my online class, but in order to do so I have to take 5 more tests and that means crash course. So if anyone out there is a real micro economic wizard, I’ll pay $100 to whom ever can get these tests done for me and pass them!

Topic to start the weekend

Why do strippers have "dressing" rooms?

Need a new battery

As far as yesterday’s post goes, I’m not planning on leaving my husband. I’m just not happy with how things are at the moment and needed to let it out. I think that I just expect too much out of life and need to sit back and relax before I miss out on a lot of stuff. We do have a lot of fun together and I’ll never regret my choice of starting a family with him. I think I just need to make some changes so he’s not the only one happy here all the time. I totally am jealous of the freedom he appears to have and the stuff he gets to do and all the responsibility in life falls on my shoulders. I am going to school to make things better for us, trying to keep a roof over our heads by trying to make myself better at work and I feel he’s just riding the coat tails of life and I wish I could hop on.

I think I’m a little burned out and need a good “recharge”.

Girls just want to have fun?

I do love my husband, but why am I so unhappy with our situation right now? And how do I explain this without him coming across as a jerk, because he really isn’t. He does help when I ask, but why do I need to ask him. He should know just to step in and find something to do. He sees that I run circles around him every night, doing dinner, getting the baby ready for the next day and myself ready for the next day, all while he relaxes. Or am expecting too much to think that a man would just notice that his wife is going nuts running around and she too works all day and hasn’t sat down for a moment?

I pay the bills every month, because I don’t feel that he will be able to keep up with it or that I will end up with squat every week. He is a spender, and he will spend money on something he wants first instead of something we need.

I chose to nurse my son because I felt this would be the healthiest avenue for my child. Which leads to all me all the time. He does help with the feedings at the times that a bottle could be given, or now that he is older, baby food from a jar, but at three in the morning (like last night) it’s my responsibility.

Now he is on a golf weekend with my uncles for the next four days. This completing a summer full of softball days for him. Or what about the monthly card nights? All while I still run circles around his entertainment.

Now why do I feel like this is all my fault and I’ve created a monster? That I just do it because it’s just easier to do it myself, rather than asking for help or be questioned in return. I can do stuff and leave the baby at home with him. I have no problem with that. But then the next night he’ll have to go out because I got to go out. It’s never ending. So I then feel like I might as well just stay home because I don’t want to hear about it.

Why do women cater so much to their men? It is so hard for the girls to get together because we all feel we are busy because of the things we have to do around the house. Men can just get together at the drop of a hat. Men: “hey, dude, cards tonight, are you in?” “Sure, no problem” girls: “Hey how are you?” “fine how are you?” “Fine, listen I was thinking we need to have a girls night out because I really need to get out of this house for a change, how does 3 weeks from Friday sound?”

Help, in a rut....

Why do we spend countless hours working at a dead end job when we could be out enjoying the world? I do not think I will ever be in the history books for anything, because only politicians, serial killers, celebrities or really smart people end up in those. I do not fall into any of those categories, so I feel that I do not need to work so hard. I’d must rather work just enough to make just enough to have all the fun in the world. After watching my son, play day in and day out, I realized that we are soooo not fun as adults. Same routine every day. Get up, drink coffee, rush to day care, rush to work, rush home to make dinner, rush through dinner, rush to clean the house, then get to bed somewhere around midnight because the only free time you have is between the hours of 11 pm and 12 am. Then get up and do it all over again, every day.

I really think I need to find something different to do.

Unsolved mystery?

One of the many mysteries of life: How do bugs get into the interior light of your car?

At home with the in-laws....

and there is absolutely no story to tell. A whole weekend of parties with my in-laws and nothing major or annoying happened.

This is going in the books.

Man you're pushy....

When did supermarket line people get so pushy? Every time I go to the store I feel as if I’m pushed out of the way by the cashier starting the next order right away. Then the person behind me is moving forward to have that security feeling of being right next to the cashier and watching to make sure everything is being scanned correctly, but I am still putting my change in my wallet and putting my wallet into my purse, then grabbing the thousand bags they give you and leaving the store. (by thousands of bags, I mean the plastic ones with the handles that the cashiers have now felt the need to fill one bag with one item, leaving me 50 bags for 50 items that I now have to load in my car and then keep in my house for “bagged” lunches in the handy “bag” holder made by rubber maid that can not hold anymore bags because I now have too many from weekly shopping trips)(breath). I say there should be a 30 second to 1 minute grace period between customers to allow the previous customer to be able to get their things together, get wished a good day by the cashier then be on their way.

Sorry for the run on sentences…..

TV Junkie!

My Fall TV Line up (Premiers):

Sunday September 11, 2005 – Coldcase (CBS 8:00) – Great show and a good way to end the weekend. Very detailed so you can not have interruptions during this time or you will miss something important.

Thursday September 15, 2005 – Joey (NBC 8:00) – Joey gets his break in the movies. End of last season he was starting something with Alex…will they be together? (I’m a sitcom Junkie)

Friday September 16, 2005 – What I like about you (WB 8:00) Loved Jennie Garth (Kelly Taylor) in 90210 so I followed her to the WB (Plays Val). Love the show and her and Amanda Barnes (Holly) are great together! I have this secret where I want to be able to do my hair, dress and work in a cute little bakery like Jennie!

Friday September 16, 2005 – Series Premier of Twins (WB 8:30) Have to see what Sara Gilbert is like now that she came out of the closet. Oh and Charity from Passions is starring with her. Should be a funny mix.

Monday September 19, 2005 – King of Queens (CBS 9:00) Love the Kevin James, Leah Remini and Jerry Stiller trio.

Tuesday September 20, 2005 – The Office (NBC 9:00) Funny stuff…..

Also, started yesterday Thursday September 8, 2005 –Series Premier of Reunion (Fox 9:00) Good intro, had a great cliffhanger for the rest of the season. Catch it again tonight at 9:00.

After that there is always Nick at Night, or TV Land with the good ol’ sitcoms!!

Thanks to The TV Page!!

Eye Doctor Part II

The reason I went to the eye doctor’s in the first place is because I had a problem with my eye (imagine that). Found out that I have a torn cornea and can not wear my contacts for 6-7 days. No problem.

The point to the story is that I got these antibiotic eye drops called Zymar. I just decided to read the back of the box and find out the directions. I only glanced at it before and saw one drop every four hours and that was enough for me to know. Well when I read it thoroughly this time, it reads, “….Instill one four times daily while awake”. Had to share that. Which means somewhere during the life and usage of this product, someone actually wondered if they should instill the drops while sleeping.

You are a secret MJ fan aren't you?

You’re driving down the road and on the radio comes Thriller, a nostalgic song from the 80’s. I have to admit that I am an MJ fan. Not the new millennium MJ, but the 80’s MJ when he was an excellent song writer and dancer.

I remember Thriller the movie. I think I was about 7 or 8 years old when that movie came out. My greatest memory of it was when I saw it for the first time at midnight at a friend’s house during a sleep over. One of my fears is creepy eyes. In movies when people die with their eyes open or for instance, Michael’s cat eyes in Thriller. I was so scared, that I hid behind the chair and later after all the excitement, puked. I haven’t seen the movie since, but every time the song comes on the radio I still listen to it.

Have you ever sung the song when it came on? There is this part that goes, “da, da, da, Thriller….Thriller night”. Which I have to admit that is how I have sung it for all of these years. Thanks to the lyrics website, I decided it was time that I look it up and there are actually words there. Unknown to me, the words that take the place of the da da da’s, are actually “’Cause this is…..Thriller, thriller night”.

I now know the words and I hope this story helps those who also have never known it, and the song has been incomplete to them for the last 20 years.

JOB DESCRIPTION: Glasses required.

Is it a prerequisite to have to wear glasses to work in an eye doctors office? I had to go yesterday for my annual (which turns into 2 year usually) exam, and everyone in the office was wearing glasses. I have always wondered if, in order to work there, you had to have bad eye sight and should at all times where corrective lenses.

Or do they just wear the models off the shelf in order to premote business?

Meaning of Labor Day?

Yesterday when I was doing my weekly grocery shopping, a lady working at the deli wished me a good Labor Day. I have to say that this was the first time I had heard this mentioned. I heard things on Friday from my co-workers to have a good weekend, but it sounded strange the way it was worded. So I say, Happy Labor Day.

Next we’ll start giving cards and presents like people in America have started doing for things like Halloween and Sweetest Day. These are made up holidays just like Labor Day. Not to mention we still do not have off for days like that. I still think that people have gone to far as to give gifts for these days. It is just one more day where we have to stress over the perfect present for that perfect someone for meaningless days of the year.

I did, however, learn the meaning of Labor Day. The definition is: The first Monday in September, observed as a holiday in the United States and Canada in honor of working people. Up until now I really did not even care to know what the meaning of this day was, except for an awaited long weekend. Where we can have off from our “Labor” and enjoy burnt marshmallows and family fun around the campfire. Also, the memories of the past summer and the wishing that you could start it over because it went by just way too fast.

So with this I say, Happy Halloween, Merry Christmas and Happy Kwanza. I hope I covered all of my bases.

Is that Baby Einstein?

My child is a prodigy. He is crawling, sitting up, and pulling himself up to a standing position in his crib all before the age of six months. Don’t all parents feel this way about their children if they start to do things earlier than the timeline created by scientists that say what your baby should be doing at certain ages? Which then creates some animosity with parents that have children who do things later. Crawl when they are eight months, walk when they are 14 months. Is there something wrong with my child? They then feel the need to persist with the elongated period of doctor’s appointments and the money they spend to find out if there is a problem. All of this to then find out that nothing is wrong and they just need to be patient that’s how he/she wants to be. Why do they make such a timeline for parents to follow and this makes them feel like something is wrong with their child? I have come to the conclusion as a parent that we should just let them be who they are going to be and have fun watching what happens. When we worry we tend to lose out on all that is going on around us.

I will let you know what my little Einstein thinks of next……..

Here a blog, there a blog.....

On my drive home from work last night I was obsessed with finding things to blog. I could blog this, or maybe I could blog that, I said to myself. When in reality there was really nothing interesting to blog. There were little things that I thought were funny throughout the day, such as: someone commenting that they do not give a flying shit. Which I really feel is a bizarre analogy. Or how there was this woman driving behind me so tight up my ass that she may have well of been in my car with me. Stuff like that happens all of the time. There really wasn’t anything too interesting to write about though. I have to find a way to live my life with this new found interest!!

Now to go get my OCD looked at…..