Wednesday, July 9, 2008

I am a bad bad girl


So we, like most Americans, are trying to limit spending in this horrid economy, trying to save energy, drive less etc, and I had a moment of weakness. It's kinda like being on a diet and driving by a sale at Starbucks. There are just some opportunities that are not to be passed up. And it wasn't a bad splurge, really! I only spent $25, that's not bad. For me at least. Anyway you know that Unity Stamp obsession I have? No? It's listed on the right side under my links. Any way Angela (the owner), posted last night that it's her husband's birthday this weekend so they are giving a free stamp Shine with every order of at least $4. Yeah, no problem! My favorite stamps of hers are all the individuals anyway so I got a few of those. Yup, I fell off the wagon of budgets. Yesterday the dh told me he fell off a bit too and bought a DVD so at least we have that for him. We actually owned that DVD too so this is the second time we've bought it. It was left at our friend Jas' house so we had to replace it. Really though, how could we go without owning Shaun of the Dead? It's really a scream, if you haven't seen it yet go rent it/put it on your Netflix. It's a must see.
I digress though, this was about me being bad again wasn't it? Oh well, it's been known to happen. And it'll probably happen again, there is that Stampin Up party next week too. If your local and want to join us let me know!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Gazpacho


Isn't that such a great roll off the tongue kinda word? This post is a nod to the dh who, for whatever reason, had a wild hair last night and decided that he wanted to make gazpacho. And if that doesn't tell you that my hubby is a metrosexual I don't know what else I can say here to convince you. Well, other than he had every intention of making it himself. Which he did. Quite well might I add. Now mind you (oddly) I've never had it before. This is a statement since I am kind of a foodie and have interesting taste. The dh, of course, has had it before, he comes from a family of restauranteurs but none of them served gazpacho so he was winging it with an internet receipe. Did a great job too, it was a very very tasty soup! I couldn't eat a whole lot of it though, he decreased the red onion but it was still quite strong so I just had a bit. I must also say that I didn't think I'd be as enamoured with it as I was. I love tomatoes but there are so many strong flavors in the mix that one could easily lose an ingredient flavor. Plus it's cold, I've never been a fan of cold soups. This one was great though, good job honey!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

I can't stop, I am addicted

My dh thinks I am a total freak. OK this is not a new thought coming from his mind, nope, just a new reason. The CMT is something I have been newly introduced to since moving to TX and it's like a train wreck, I can not stop watching it. It's just sooo funny! I don't even know a redneck (yes, I know, I live in TX but in the 7th largest city in the US) and it's still damn funny. I mean the mullet pics of Billy Ray Cyrus alone can entertain for hours. Riddle me this, why in the world was that haircut ever deemed acceptable? I love the Blue Collar Comedy tour. OK so my hubby has a right to make fun of me but it's funny! They didn't have this stuff in So Cal.

For yesterday's post

I received an email (thanks Debs) pointing me towards the Snops website (the one that debunks things) where they go over these lives of the 56 men line by line. BTW, those men are referred to as The Framers, something my dh taught me, he's smart like that. She said that it's probably why I didn't learn about the lives of the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence in high school. Of course much of what they taught me in high school was all lies anyway. Who's brilliant idea is it that all teens should be taught abstinence in high school rather than sex ed? Like anyone in hs was practicing abstinence, pleease. Here's the about what happened to the 56 men link.
And while I was writing Debs back as to why I didn't really feel the need to take the debunking all that seriously I figured it was much more of a blog post than it was a response to an email so here, for you entertainment:
I have seen that Snops version of The Framers lives but considered it not so very far from the summation I posted. It basically tells me that everyone suffered during the war because it was, well, war. Any one who couldn't figure that one out is way too far up in their ivory tower. I do find that your average American (Ooo I just made a huge generalization! I love doing that, it's so not pc and it razzes people for no good reason) doesn't understand the real trials and tribulations that most other countries go through. They understand the concept of poverty but not the reality of living in a third world country. I have many friends complain about how horrible the government is here, how the system is terrible, etc. They have never lived anywhere else, some have never left US soil. And no, vacations to Cancun don't count. Don't get me started with those people who try and do a line by line comparison with our system and the way they run things in Europe. It's like comparing apples to oranges, they don't face the same problems we face. It's a different country that has a just a few more years under it's belt. Just a few. And every time our government tries to inflict our way of life on to a different country it bothers me to no end. I mean really, why did we create this country? Freedom? And what do we do with our freedom? Inflict our dominance on others? Nice, real nice.
We are spoiled here and take all we have for granted, sometimes we need to be reminded that it's not free, it came/comes with a price. Not saying I'm pro war here, I support our troops but I don't want them over there either. Hell, most of the military I know don't believe in this present war either so I don't feel like I'm betraying them in my beliefs.
Now remember, in polite company one does not discuss politics or religion. I was very conservative in my post, I didn't mention any political names or platforms at all. Do not get me started on religion, it'll get real ugly here. I don't pull punches on religion.

PS, Trailboss you have my permission to inflict any of my internet postings on you readers, I don't mind at all. If I did I should probably not be putting it up on the internet any way. Plus the info I got was straight off the internet anyway, I referenced it so you can just blame it on that website!

Saturday, July 5, 2008

I was meaning to do this post for the 4th

Better late then never I suppose....anyway at some point in my life I got one of those emails that have facts that astound you. This one was what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence. It's a big one in our history and I don't ever recall learning in US History class (yes, I was one of those dorks in school that really loved school and remembered what they taught me) what happened to these men. Really now, these were important facts, these were important men who, in modern times, are totally taken for granted. Back in their day though, they were rebels who were supposed to be hunted down and killed by the crown. Inbred (unattractive) big eared freaks of nature that they are. The crown that is, not the 56 men.
Borrowed from Scoutorama dot com:

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated.

But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.

Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.

Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security,
but they valued liberty more.

Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books never told you a lot of what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't just fight the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government! Some of us take these liberties so much for granted...We shouldn't.

So, take a couple of minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

I am a lemon

What kind of fruit are you? I love these stupid little things, don't ask me why...
And the fact that I'm a lemon is probably not a huge surprise for those who know me:
You Are a Lemon
You have a very distinct personality. And if you're not being sweet, you're a little hard to take.
You're a bit overpowering, especially in one on one situations.

And while you are very dominant, sometimes your power is needed and appreciated.
You can liven up a dull situation, and you definitely bring a fresh outlook.

You are a bit of an acquired taste, and you tend to grow on people over time.
People feel refreshed and rejuvenated after spending time with you.

Don't worry

I won't be replacing blog postings with Twitterings. Those will just be little blurbs I can post randomly while I should be doing something else. I posted what, 3 times yesterday? Yup, I had a niiice holiday. I was glad it was raining here so there were very few fireworks going on. I grew up in San Diego about 5 minutes from Sea World. They have fire works every night at 9:00 all summer long. Every night. All summer. For the first 20 years of my life. Yeah, none of us in that area have any fascination left for fireworks. After seeing 3 million of them a year whether you want to or not. Yeah, no fascination at all. Oh and did I mention they are illegal to own or use by an individual in the state of California? So you can watch them but you can't ever buy or use any. You can purchase them in TJ, Mexico but good luck getting explosives back over the border. Prior to 9/11 it was do-able, post 9/11 it's suicidal. Anyway, the result of Seaworld's love of fireworks is a bunch of locals who could care less about them. Actually I'm surprised they are still allowed to do it in such a urban area. If you've been to the San Diego Seaworld you'd know what I was talking about. It's even more urban than the one in San Antonio. I haven't been to the one in Orlando so I don't know how that one is. I do know the one here in San Antonio doesn't do the fireworks every single night all summer long but they are settled in the midst of about 15 subdivisions that must have sound ordinances of some sort.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Twitterings

I'm trying something new, let me know if you like it. Or if you could care less, I can take it, I'm very durable like that. I was on P Dub's website and she had a Twitter link on her site whilst she was preparing for a party and since I was soooo sedentary on the 4th and had no kid I followed along watching her dictate her party preparations. It was entertaining. I logged on to Twitter a week or so ago at the encouragement of Alison, who has a MySpace or a Facebook page I'm sure. Both of those I found to be not simplistic enough for my ramblings, hence the Blogger blog. She's also the texting queen and before I paid for my new phone plan I kept harassing her to not text me because I was charged every time she sent me a "So happy it's Thursday" greeting. It drove me nuts. Plus I find texting to be physically challenging even with my tiny fingers.
Am I rambling again? So sorry.
Anyway she was the first person I contacted when I bought my Pearl Crackberry and got text messaging included in my plan. She was quite delighted.
Anyway I signed on to Twitter at her and Jas' request. Of course Jas promptly stopped his account. So I razzed him about that a bit but I am still going to try and see if Twitter floats my boat. It may fall by the wayside as did my unused MySpace page did but it's simplistic so it may stay. Either way please let me know if you read it so I can gauge whether or not to toss it off my blog space.

Did the 60's do us any good?

So women earned the right to be let loose from the apron strings of the 50's and go out into the workforce. Wow, and we have so reaped the benefits from that. Wait, no I think not. Now both parents work, the women get paid less, and who knows who is raising their children. Usually, the cheapest most convenient daycare, after school program, day camp, or whatever the family can afford. Anyone who thinks that means we're better off is an idiot. Dual income families have less time to spend as a family but is the norm in the US. Homeschoolers, those rare ones that exist, are practically considered freaks of nature and visualized with prairie dresses and 20 wives to each husband. Today I came across this article having to do with the presidential election and the womens vote. Which is sad because it underscores the real important point of the article which is that women in the workforce are more desperate than ever to get more money and are willing to go to even greater lengths like giving up even more time with their families and giving up health care.
Here's a quote:

Survey respondents are acutely aware that the office playing field is, for women, sometimes more like a minefield:

•Nearly 50 percent said they know or believe they're being paid less than their male counterparts.

•80 percent said having children hurts their careers and job prospects — and note that men don't have similar concerns.

•And two-thirds said being male, younger or more attractive would increase their chances of being promoted.



Sound familiar? This is the same old song that's been sung since women enthusiatically burned their bras and first entered the work force several decades ago. Has it gotten better? A bit, a tiny wee bit. Enough for us to justify our children not knowing their parents? I don't think so, not even close.

I am lucky in that my odd little profession isn't dependent on whether or not I'm a man. I don't think I'd earn any less or be any more promotable. I don't even think it'll make a difference if I were to get pregnant and have another kid. My boss, in fact, is a woman who is undergoing some sort of chemo and, as far as I know, is not being penalized at all.

*Note also that the bra burning didn't work. Unsurprisingly women still voluntarily wear bras because they serve a purpose, as did at home mothers.


For the record I don't know if I could handle being an at home mom but the dh did a fabulous job when he had the chance. I still wasn't able to get him to do a decent job cleaning the floors but dishes, laundry, and parenting he had down. Given the ability (and the paycheck) I would totally put him back in as domestic god. Hear that honey? You're lucky my profession doesn't pay over $80k or your butt would so be back in the saddle.

Happy 4th!!

You know I was raised (at least for the first few years of my life) as a military brat (who fortunately didn't have to move out of San Diego, hence my dad's leaving the military early on. For me. Thanks dad.) and even back then the 4th of July was never a big holiday for me or the neighborhood I loved in. When I moved to the east coast I noticed it was the same. A holiday where we got the day off from school or work and bbq'd and drank but that was about it. Now that we live in an area that is much more family oriented than either of the busy coast lines that I used to live in I've noticed that people take this holiday a bit more seriously. Not hugely like say Christmas or that insanity, but they definitely plan, celebrate, and/or travel on this day. Did I mention that one of the main reasons we love living here in Texas is that it is all about family out here? The dh is lucky we didn't move some place even more rural or he'd be trying his hand at farming or some other asinine thing that we city lovers have no business being a part of.
Oddly enough today I get to spend mostly to myself. The dh is at work and the dd was picked up around noon yesterday by my mother. She opted to spend the night there last night and is out at the pool with my mom today. It's been months (like 8) since my mom has spent any time with her so I'm leaving them to play as long as they'd like. I tried Imitrex for my migraine yesterday (yes, I still have the beast headache) and it didn't work well. It took the edge off but did not keep it at bay. Today I started a different med and it seems to be doing well. The lack of prattling child (I love her I do but damn if that high pitched incessant voice doesn't grate on a migraine) and the cool dark house with softly snoring dogs might be making a good difference too. I'd clean house if it didn't get the blood running and didn't lead to the pounding of my pulse in my ears. No, I'm trying to get this beast kicked out of my head for a bit at least so I'm just being anti social today. Feel free to email or txt me, that's how I'm keeping in touch with every one at the moment.
Have a good 4th, don't drink and drive!

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Oracle

You know, that big Oracle? The database people and the like? Well apparently they have this yearly convention. And it happens to be...at the same time and in the same place as my mass spec instrument training. Booking the hotel, a wee bit more expensive than normal. Good news, I do't pay for it, bad news, my work better book that room soon. Or else.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Holy crap look at this cupcake

Cupcake

Dingbats

You know I'm one of those people who loves to read other blogs. Not just scrapbooking/stamping/card blogs but people's lives blogs. Really I think those are the ones I love most. Waaay back in the day before blogging became popular and ordinary I read Laurel K. Hamilton's blog (and her books) regularly. After reading, I dunno, maybe 3 of her books I (and others too) came to realize that a writer who thought huge blousy white shirts on men and black tennis shoes on women were the cool hip happenin' fashion trends was obviously so stuck in the early 80's there was just no coming back from that. So after reading this woman's blog for awhile it bacame apparent to me that this woman was/is, a ninny. Really it is probably slightly apparent in her books but in her blog? Oh yes, she's an idiot. Did I just say idiot? My bad. I have a problem with brutal honesty though.
But here's the thing. I love reading blogs. I love getting an insight to people's every day lives. It's like those restaurants where you can watch the cooks cook, I can watch those guys all day long. But if you have some serious charcter flaws it's like I don't want to see your weirdness. I'm ok fine dandy with your ugly (see that Voilent Acres link I have in my list of links to the right, it's the one listed as so not PC) but I don't want to see your funky. That's totally different. Are you catching on here? No black tennis shoes on women and none of that "I can't believe it's not butter" fashion faux pas please!
Is that too critical? Yeah? Tough shit.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

W movie reviews, finally

I was supposed to do a review of the tons of movies we saw when the kid was at her little overnight shindig. Yeah well with the migraine and all I managed to tolerate 2 movies total, 1 was even on the day we had the kid with us (and was by far the best movie I've seen in quite awhile). We saw Wall-E on Saturday, you know, when the kid was supposed to be at the sleepover we missed. Call it her conciliatory prize. The other was Wanted, the Angelina Jolie action flick, saw it on Sunday when the kid was gone. Not a kid movie, not at all. Of course this is San Antonio, where people brought little 5 yr olds to see BDSM movies like 300, so of course there were people that brought littluns to Wanted. And the dh and I feel bad about missing a slumber party for the kid, oh please. These people should be publicly flogged for taking their children to these movies, it's just wrong on so many different levels. Mind you both Wanted and 300 are based on comic books and one would think that implied child friendly at least a little but nooo, think adult comics, like Grimms Fairy Tales were originally written as porn. Yeah, that's the kind of comic book we're talking about here, not Popeye. More like....Spawn. Oh don't tell me you haven't seen Spawn, with John Leguizamo playing the scariest clown (Violator) I've ever seen in my entire life? Oh this was no cross dressing To Wong Foo, oh no no no. This was the things nightmares for adults are made of. Nope, can never look at that man again and not see that scary ass psycho clown. Yeeek yuckers naaasty.
Anyway, back to the point which has nothing to do with The Violator, Wanted was not a children's movie. The dh has read the comic (I have not) and he says it's pretty true to the comic except for some stuff (whole concept of the world stuff) that would have overburdened the movie for the general public which is probably just there to see some T&A with guns. It did a good job of providing said entertainment. I liked it, it was very good and action packed with out looking too much like a Matrix rip off (yes, it did the whole bending of bullets blah blah blah) but it did it with it's own flair so I'll forgive it that. I think if they wanted to make it a real hit they should have picked a handsome main actor to compliment Angelina. They didn't so it trails behind Wall-E.
Speaking of, Wall E is just an all around awesome awesome movie. Barely any words at all so little little kids will still stay focused though the whole thing but the main story line is so great and telling that adults can totally stay riveted too. Highly highly recommended and I, if you don't already know, am very picky about what I will recommend. I am all about the entertainment factor and I am hard to keep entertained. Just ask the dh, he has a very difficult job. Sometimes he even thinks about complaining but it's hard since he is the complaint department in this household. The offenders (ie dogs) filed a level 1 complaint just this last Monday and were completely ignored. Totally blown off. Apparently it was not understood that when the warden (mommy) left for work at 7:30 am she did not feed said offenders and the CO (daddy) did not get out of bed until...9:30 and didn't think the warden had actually left them unfed. Oh the conditions they endure! So the CO called the warden trying to find out why in the world the biggest offender was dancing on the CO's head while he slept (the warden had let them back in the house when she left). Nothing like 75lbs of boxer butt dancing on ones head to get them up in the morning. Remind me again why we house these brats?
But to sumise, go see the W movies, they are good.

The beast has a name...

So my neurologist's nurse finally was responsive (amazing I know) when I called today to give an update. Those pain meds really didn't do much. The nurse said that the headache has probably moved on to migraine stage and so I picked up a bunch of migraine med samples at her office today and we'll see how that geos. Right now I've started on Relpax and I have a few other brands to try too. I looked up the cost of these meds on my health plan and damn are these meds expensive! Of course you really don't have much choice though now do ya? I'm hoping it's not a life long thing because damn this will be an expensive drug habit even with the new and improved health insurance I started with my new job. But hey, after brain surgery what's the rest of one's life on meds? we all have our crosses to bear I suppose.