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I seem to have forgotten I have a blog

I am not entirely certain if I haven’t written a word on this blog in nearly one month’s time because I have nothing to say (which isn’t wholly true) or I’m too dag gum busy (which is wholly true) or some other reason that escapes my tired brain… oh, yes, I remember now, a couple things called Facebook & Twitter. Between the two of them and my regular every day family/life/work stuff I manage to stay quite occupied. But I am still alive and kicking for those of you who only know me through this blog.

It’s also the start of a new year, which means that I have to assemble all the data from 2008 into a legible, manageable form to present to the CPA so he can in turn assemble our tax filings. And I have to do this for both our business and our personal records since I am the anal number cruncher of the family.

So until I can get my head in gear to post something of interest to me (because it’s all about me, really), it might be a bit light around here for awhile. We shall see.

In the mean time, here is something that did manage to make me laugh so hard I was crying & my stomach ache from using muscles that haven’t been used in over three months (that would be about the time I did my last workout, truth be known). And frankly, I’m not super happy with that situation which makes me think I’ll be gettin’ back to the gym next week. Hopefully.

Enough for now,
Ciao

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Wait, what? It’s my anniversary today?

You know it’s bad when you are the WIFE and you forget your anniversary!  Not that I forgot it entirely, you see.  I just forgot this morning.  In our usual mad rush to get breakfast in the gremlin’s tummies, get them clothed, shoed, hair/teeth brushed, we both completely forgot to say Happy Anniversary to each other… and not even a small kiss goodbye as the husband rushed out the door.  That’s bad, huh?

It’s our 13th wedding anniversary.  I don’t have a thing about the number 13 so its just another year to me.  What shocks me, is that it has gone by faster than I ever could have imagined.

Here is where I try to explain away my forgetting of the anniversary:

  1. It’s a Tuesday, for Pete’s sake
  2. It’s been 13 years
  3. I’m thinking about the upcoming 4th of July weekend – Parade, BBQ, fireworks and that’s just on Fri., Sat we are going to a BBQ at my mom’s and I’m supposed to walk 14 miles, oh yeah & 10 miles on Sun.  
  4. I have two gremlins that I have to deal with – e.g. MOM she’s bugging me, tell her to get her feet out of my face!  She pushed me.
  5. We are going to Las Vegas in two weeks to celebrate our anniversary – WHOOOOHOOOOO!
  6. I have work I’m supposed to be doing – yawn
  7. I’ve been trying to finish a couple blog posts that are dragging on – well actually I think I have ADD which has been keeping me for getting anything done
  8. There’s a giant nail in the front tire of my brand new set of tires – DAMN IT
  9. My two dogs need to be groomed so badly that my miniature schnauzer looks like a muppet
  10. I’m almost done with the sixth book in the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich
  11. I need to walk 4 miles today
  12. Have customers I need to see today
  13. Don’t know what all I’m making for dinner tonight

So there, as it turns out, 13 reasons why I forgot.

But on a positive note, I got a nice bouqet of flowers delivered today from the husband!  Well, technically it’s my Christmas present, a year’s worth of flowers delivered monthly, but hey it also happens to be my anniversary so I’ll just say it’s for my anniversary and be done with it.

Enough for now,

Ciao 

Note to my 16yr old self

Hey D,

It’s me.  Just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to cry about not seeing George Michael in concert.  When you’re 37yrs old, you’ll get to see him perform.   And what a show it will be!  The stage, amazing, technologically so far advanced you wouldn’t believe me.  Just trust me, it will be phenomenal.  Plus, he has still got it after all these years!!  In fact, he’s probably better.  Sexy, check. Voice, check.  Boody shakin, check, check.     

So dry your tears, you’ll get a chance to see him; you’ll drool, sing, dance, and laugh with your friends about how silly you can still be… even in your 30’s. 

It’ll be all right darling.  Just go on & remember that you’ll see him eventually. 

Now if I could just tell you that you’ll see Duran Duran, then everything would be perfect.  Maybe another time. 

Love ya,
D

P.S.  Word of advice… maybe you should – you know what, never mind, just do what you’re gonna do.  Lessons learned. 

We’re moving, again (part 5)

Well, well, well, here we are in OCTOBER!!  October 3rd to be exact.  It has been months since we put our house on the market.  Sadly, not a single offer to date.  I guess it is to be expected.  What with the mortgage industry in the shambles, people forclosing on their homes so frequently now it’s like going through tissue in allergy season.  Plus, there are more houses on the market than people able to qualify for them.  Not to mention the fact that we are in a higher end home; therefore less people looking in that price range.

It is definitely not an ideal time to be attempting to sell one’s house.  We have already reduced the price of the house by $100k.  We really don’t want to reduce it again.  If we have to drop the price again we will be running into a situation where we may not have enough money left over to buy another home!  WTF?! For almost the entire time the husband & I have been together we have owned the home we lived in.  We never rented an apt or condo or anything else.  We have always owned.

So, now it is almost Halloween and Thanksgiving and then Christmas.  I love decorating for each of those times and I don’t know whether I should or not.  On the one hand, we should be able to decorate and enjoy the season but on the other hand I don’t want the house to look cluttered or crappy when prospective buyers come tour the house.  Then I think, well, we are still living here, so F**K them.  We are real people with young children who deserve to have the of fun of putting up pumpkins or scary skeletons or spooky ghosts.  But then I think I want the house to look immaculate and not distract buyers with all that stuff.  AAAAAHHHH!! What to do… what to do?!

On a brighter note, we have had three different people tour the house within the last week.  That is more in one week than in the last month!  I’m not wanting to get my hopes up but am still hopeful that someone is interested in buying the house.  Soon.

Enough for now,

Ciao

Sometimes I wish…

That I only needed 5 4 3 hrs of sleep per night.  Oh, and I would be completely refreshed, ready to take on whatever the day had in store.  If this wish were to come true, I would have enough time to do everything that I wanted to do.  I was contemplating this, the other night, as I was falling asleep.  I had so wanted to spend more time writing but I knew that I needed to get to bed at a decent hour ~ decent hour being something like 11:00pm ~ and how this would be absolutely necessary for me to have enough energy for the next day (or everyday for that matter).  I am perpetually facing this limitation, not enough hours in the day….  Certainly I’m not the only one that feels this way.  But we’re not talking about them, we’re talking about me.  So, there. 

Now, if I only needed 5 4 3 hrs to rest each night, then I would be able to do the following (in no particular order):

  • read,
  • watch t.v.,
  • exercise,
  • listen to music,
  • check my emails,
  • travel,
  • read blogs,
  • scrapbook,
  • volunteer,
  • write blogs,
  • chat with friends,
  • mess with myspace,
  • talk to my husband ~in more words than “ah uh, yeah, ok, whatever, no, did you, sure”.  I would love to speak in whole sentences about important world topics or our life & future together or our children, 
  • write more of my book,
  • journal,
  • give blood,
  • play /read with my children,
  • and so on. 

Not having 21 hrs to do all of the above (and more) means that I have to be really selective.  No time wasting for me.  And even still I have to choose wisely between what has to be done & what I want to do.  It just doesn’t add up.  If only I could be selfish and do the things I want to do.  I would say “screw you” to all the work, chores, homework (now that we have started back to school) and other responsibilities that must come before the fun stuff.  I suppose if I had the extra time, then I wouldn’t have to say “screw you”, I could just do everything!

So, I’ll say it again, sometimes I wish that I only needed 3 hrs of sleep.  Imagine all the wonderful things that I would be able to do!  Aaahhhh, what a delightful thought.

Enough for now (cause I have to go to bed),

Ciao

Time keeps on slippin

I know they always say that ‘Time flies when you’re having fun” but I’ve come to realize that time flies whether you are having fun or not, but especially when you are having fun.  I remember way back when I was in elementary school and junior high, the days seemed to drag on.  We all waited, most impatiently, for summer to arrive but it always felt like an eternity before it finally arrived.  Then, of course, it went by much too fast and we had to go back to school. 

Well now that I am an “adult”, I can say with utmost certainty that days DO NOT drag on any more.  They fly by at the speed of light.  Why is that?  Is it because there is always soooooooo much to do every day that every minute is filled with items from my To Do list?!  Not to mention the carting of children from place to place.  And I only have one that is currently involved in activities.  What will it be like when I have both kiddos actively involved in sports, dance, karate, or whatever.

I mentioned above about having fun… on the rare occasion that the husband and I get to go out, those minutes & hours go by even faster than the speed of light!  What goes faster than the speed of light? I don’t know, go ask one of those 5th graders on that show… but that’s a post for another day.  Moving on, a bunch of us went out for a friend’s birthday, we went to the city to go dancing (and much much drinking).  I remember getting into the limo and like 5 minutes later we were in the city.  I must explain that we live about 1 1/2 hr away from the city so it really isn’t possible for us to have arrived there in 5 min., at least not with the technology that’s available to regular people like us. 

Basically, the whole night went by as quickly as that too.  Dancing at the first club, getting back into the limo, going to the next club, and dancing again at the second club all happened in the blink of an eye.  I finally really understand that expression because it happens to me quite frequently now.  We all had an incredible time, sure, laughing, drinking, dancing, but then it was over and we were on our way home wondering how it could have gone by so fast…

I think the fun times should stretch time and actually make those minutes, hours, or days last LONGER.  That would be AWESOME!  And certainly much more fun.  I do have to add that I’m glad we have cameras so we can take lots of pictures to remember / reminisce about those fun times.

Enough for now,

Ciao 


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