Texas' Three Ring Circus

First of all: I am licked! Soooooo sleepy. I seem to do this to myself every weekend. I think it is the knowledge that I can sleep in on Monday that allows me to stay up until 2 or so in the morning (doing nothing more than cleaning or watching TV or cooking) and then get up at 6 am to go to work. That and the knowledge that the weekend crowd asking for "customer service" is a very slim little crowd. I will not get many calls today or have to do much of anything. Which is great, because I am conserving energy for tonight.

Which brings me to my second point: GREY'S ANATOMY tonight!! New episode. I'm psyched! Can't wait to see what Shonda has decided to get our characters into next. Rest assured that I will be buying season 2 just as I did season 1.

Thirdly: What is with people these days? I'm going to say this once and only once: If you have something to say then say it. I am a big girl and I can take it. BUT, BIG BUT, if you don't have the guts to put your name on it then it is just senseless drivel. So you see, darling anonymous, that is what I think of you and what you think: senseless drivel. Unless you wanna come out of the woodwork? Then we can have a real discussion and agree to disagree on how ridiculous you really are. Trust me, I have had my stuff picked apart and tossed around by a pro. You, little darling, do not scare me.

Fourth: Out of the mouths of babes....comes the filth they hear from their parents. Someone really should be watching their language more closely. Those words just do not carry the same conotations when comming out of a two year olds mouth. And you can't really punish them for saying it. They learned it from you, so a gentle rebuke is needed and then zip your lip skippy. Geeze, you kiss your mother with that mouth?? (Well, I don't kiss my mother, period, anymore..... but I digress).

Fifth: Fajitas and Smirnoff Twists do not mix. Went to a friends house last night for a little get together for their son. Waited FOREVER for the fajitas to be done and when they were my little brainiac ass went to eat them with my drink of choice. Yeah, don't do that. Yuk.

Sixth: A is for Apple. They called on Friday!! They said that my background check came through fine. (Thank God no one knows about that mexican prositution ring I have going, and lord forbid if they found out about my twice yearly visits to Teijuana to smuggle black market vicodin across the border.)**Should I not have put that on a public forum??** BACK TO THE POINT!! I'm getting all excited and worked up....Anyhoo, she advised me that she cannot formally offer the position as of yet since they were still doing paperwork and they will not be making any offers until the middle of the week but that I would be hearing from her then. WOOOO HOOOO!!!

Seventh: You ever think about what you would do if you suddenly came into LARGE amounts of cash? Like the lottery for example. I know, kinda rednecky huh? Oh well, just comtemplate, if you will, what exactly would you purchase and for whom?
I have a young gentleman in my world, who happens to be related to me, who, should I win the lottery, would be SET! This kid is a saint amoung teenagers (does that even exist?) and is always available if I need a hand with the kids, or for a movie, whatever, he is just...plain...THERE for me and my immediate family. Wanna guess what the kiddo wants? A Ferrari and/or a Ducati. Yep, he's 16. It's all about cars and bikes....nuff said.

So today I think I'll close with the hope that today at work goes well (ie: I can take a little nappy-poo on the desk) and that my house will not be destroyed by toddler monsters when I get home. I will pray for lots of activity to wear the little boogers out so mommy can put them to bed before the big show tonight and then maybe do some mommy and daddy cuddling while we lose ourselves in the drama that is Seattle Grace Hospital....

© 2006 CM

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I think I have pink eye....

Ew.... and Ow....

That is all.

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See this chick here? Sexy right? Put together. All there.

NOT.

I. AM. A. DUMB. ASS.

There, I said it. BEFORE you did. Wanna know why?

Good, I'm not gunna tell ya. Kidding. Yes, I am. That's why I'm writing it in a blog, hello?!?!

Ok, so I mentioned that I had a house built last year. Right? Big beautiful house. LOVE my house.

Come home yesterday, small arguement with the husband. He doesn't want to listen to me so leaves the room and goes to the bedroom. I take exception and wish to finish said discussion in bedroom. I go to follow.

Door is locked.

Uh Oh. I wigged. ON THE DOOR.

I kicked the SHIT out of my beautiful bedroom door, that I paid extra to get the special six panel ones too. THEN, as if that wasn't enough I did it again.

And again. Then I was done. But that last kick, yeah the last one that got the rest of the frustrated rage out, that one.....

Kicked a hole in my door. ARRGGHHH!!!! Now I have to replace the door.

Dumb blonde. Maybe next time I'll try going for a run or something more productive that isn't going to cost me money.

So stupid.


© 2006 CM

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I got a phone call from the hubby last week asking my what I had posted on his blog recently. I answered that there were a lot of things and that I would need to read it to him. He told me he would look at it when he got home.

I wondered why all of a sudden he was interested in what was on the blog I created for him. When approached later, it turns out I offended someone with the content of what I wrote on his blog. Now....since I am the only one maintaining it, and he's not interested I culd just change it to my blog ABOUT him, but whatever....

That and the fact that I basically just trashed a former friend for her actions and posted her picture for the world to see gave me a little notion that I might need to justify my writing. I hate that I need to do this but realize that what I write is my business. I put it out there and I am sorry if it pisses you off that I do then refrain from giving me fodder for my blog.

So I decided that I would post my opinion of what a blog is. In doing this I figured I should do a little bit of research as well. When checking Wikipedia.com (the free online encylopedia) I located a defination for a personal blog, which this is. I will post it here:

PERSONAL BLOG: In common speech, the term blog is often used to describe an online diary or journal, such as LiveJournal. The blog format allows inexperienced computer users to make diary entries with ease. People blog poems, prose, illicit thoughts, complaints, daily experiences, and more, often allowing others to contribute. In 2001, mainstream awareness of online diaries increased dramatically.
Online diaries are part of the daily lives of many teenagers and college students. Friends use blogs to communicate with each other, keeping each other up-to-date with events and thoughts in a non-intrusive manner. The appeal of this form of communication is that the recipient can read whenever it is convenient, and the writer does not need to remember who still needs to be updated with certain pieces of information - it is there, waiting, for whenever people wish to read it.

Now, I'm not a college student (well, not right now anyway) and I'm surely not a teenager and haven't been for a few years now. But, I do enjoy writing and I need to get my thoughts out there on a page every now and then. I like feedback and knowing what others think about my personal thought process. Both this blog and the hubby's are team blogs and those are slightly different because they allow the opinions of all parties who are part of the team.

To tell you the truth there are occasions when I have a half-baked idea of a concept or an opinion and an open discussion can solidify what I think about it. I like for the internet world to read what I think and what I say and tell me what they think.

In fact, and I will never link this or refer to it ever again, but I posted a while back and one of the comments I recieved let me know that another blogger had copied my post to his own blog and he had proceeded to tear apart my writing. Now, this was not appreciated in any way, but it is his right to do so as a member of the online community. I put it out there and he picked it up and lobbed it back at me.

You are entitled to your opinion of whatever I write, just as you are to whatever I say. But I will say this: Just because you don't like the subject matter or agree with it does not mean that I will take it down to please you.

I don't care who you are. You cannot control the flow of information and last I checked it was part of my right as an American citizen to say anything I please. I will try to stay true to the facts as much as possible and sometimes that will not reflect well on you. I'm sorry, but that is the way I was feeling at the time.

You think I'm wrong you are welcome to comment on it and have the guts to put it out there in the public as much as I did.

© 2006 CM

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There are some people that you have in your life that you feel know you better than anyone else. Those people who went through childhood or adolence with you and know you to the core. They were there when you became the person you are and no matter how many changes you go through they still know YOU at the heart. Or so I thought. One of my closest friends from high school was this person for me. She and I have kept up over the years. Every few weeks we would talk about what was going on in the other one's world.

We have both done seperate things with our lives. She went off to college in Corpus Christi and met a man that she lived with and jst got engaged to. She is just now planning her wedding in September and has graduated college with her bachelors. She is living near Dallas with his family and working in Human Resources. While I got pregnant right out of highschool and have three kids and am married. I just bought my first home and although I am not on the career path that I would have liked yet I am getting there.

I thought that all of these things were just trappings though. I thought that when it came down to it we still cared and loved one another just as we had years ago. For the last few years I guess I have blinded myself though. She comes into the area quite often to visit her family and drives right past my house when she does. Yet I have seen her 5 times in six years, one of those being my own wedding. I haven't gone to Dallas, because I have no reason to, but if I were to go I would call her.

She never let me know when she was in town either so that we could hook up for a quick lunch or go get a drink or just hang out at the house and catch up a little. She wasn't the one to call me, but rather I was the one to call her.

Honestly, I was probably holding on to this too hard because I have very few friends that I trust the way that I trusted her. It is not easy for me to connect with people and I lose touch very easy. So, in hindsight I feel like the biggest fool for attempting to maintain a friendship that she was not interested in anymore.

She was the biggest shit about breaking this to me too. A few months ago I sent her a message letting her know, "hey, no pressure, and I don't expect anything but I just wanted to know if I am bridesmaid so that I can start saving money and seeing if there is anything I should be doing to help you out". She responded with "OF COURSE YOUR A BRIDESMAID.....yadda yaddda wedding details and junk" Right??

Then I get a message yesterday saying that she had changed her mind and she didn't want me as a bridesmaid but wanted me to greet guests and pour champagne, etc. She said she needed a people person for this and PLEASE would I do it. Oh yeah, and don't be pissed.

WHAT?!!? Ok. She's my best friend. (Obviously, I'm not hers.) She doesn't want me to be her matron of honor. She doesn't even want me to be a bridesmaid. She wants to give me pity job so that I won't feel bad that she changed her mind and "no longer feels a connection with me".

"Ummm.. yeah. No thanks. You can take that offer and shove it. I don't need to be your friend. You don't have the balls to say your done then I do." was the summary of my response.

She comes back with she wants me at the wedding but wants people she has a REAL connection to in it.

I don't even want to go to this wedding now. I would have to park my ass in a pew and watch her get married with all of our mutual friends beside her EXCEPT me. Knowing that I was a part of that and because I have kids and a family and she decided to move to Dallas that I am not anymore.

Well thank you so much for the emotional beating but you can keep it.

I don't want to see her anymore. This feels like a relationship break up. I mean. I'm bisexual but I never felt that way about her and yet a relationship of 10 years is just going down the tubes.

At this point I am still really hurt by her actions. Why couldn't she just say that she felt this way? I feel humiliated that I have been "Chasing" her for the last few years. Like a puppy begging for any crumb of affection.

So yeah, she got a eff off letter and I'll just close that little chapter in my life with another lesson learned. Just another wall built around my heart. Someone else I trusted who let me down. Just goes to show that you can't really trust anyone completely. Rely on thyself.

© 2006 CM

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I got a long awaited phone call on Monday. A lifeline was thrown out to me in this cesspool of corporate nothingness that I seem to be caught up in. Apple Computer called me back in reference to the resume I submitted to them.

I did the little schmooze on the preliminary phone interview on Monday afternoon and then on Tuesday Ms. HR called me to schedule an in-person with three upper-level managers on Monday. Needless to say, though I will, is that I am so excited I could pee my pants. Ok, bad image, but you get it.

There are some issues with the position, but nothing I can't work with, especially since I hear they pay EXTREMELY well. The shift would be rotating and only from 8 to 8 with some weekends. This is not an issue for me but more for my kiddos, ie. childcare issues.

I have considered calling my sister to see if she would be willing to help me out in exchange for some financial compensation that she could certainly use, but I have decided to wiat on that as I still don't know if I will prove to be as great as is required to work for this amazing company.

The position offers a great benefit package, medical, dental, 401K, discounts on Apple products, etc. Not to mention the on-site fitness center and no dress code for the site. I am probably putting the cart before the horse by posting this here but it seems I have no choice, cause if I don't post it here I might just start jumping around, and screaming randomly.

So, send good vibes for the interview and stay well.

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I had always heard that if you acquire a new pet, especially a male dog, that he will urinate to "mark his territory". I have even heard that if they have a major change in situation they would do the same. I wasn't aware however, that this would be the case with my little man.

I suppose it should have occurred to me since men of all types are facinated with that little appendage between their legs. I mean, it DOES occupy most of their time. I just had the apparently mistaken impression that once potty trained I would not have to deal with issues like this again.

I am a little bit confused as to why this happened. I did spend most of the day after having figured it out with my mouth open just shaking my head, absolutely confused as to where my little man would get the idea that this action was a positive one, or even, HOW it would occur to him to do it.

Let me back up a little bit here.

I went into his room a few nights ago to tuck him in and make sure he was bedded down for the night. When entering the room I noticed a smell that was a little bit off, but not very distinctive yet. So, I went into search mode and like a mommy bloodhound I thought I found it when I located a bannana that he had snuck into his room behind his toy chest. Now there was also an empty coke can and the floor around it was wet.

I assumed from all of this that he had snuck an bannana and a coke into his room and spilled it. Since he knows it is against house rules for any food or drink to be out of the kitchen he covered it up hoping that I wouldn't find it.

The kid is 5. He still thinks he can get away with stuff like this. I thought that the wierd smell was comming from the mildewy smell of something damp.

I got out the carpet cleaner and at 10:30 at night cleaned up the mess, then tucked Little Man in and went to bed.

The next morning it seemed though that the smell was worse and I checked three or four times that day to find it. No luck. Now I'm completely confused and have it on my list to buy some type of bacteria-killing deodorizer.

Go to bed that night and at about 4:30 in the morning I am awakened by an unusual noise, but after listening for a few minutes I don't hear it again so I close my eyes to drift off to sleep and there it is again.

Water hitting carpet.

My first thought is his name! I know he sneeks into my room in the middle of the night and makes a pallet on his Dad's side of the bed, so there is a good chance it is him. But there is no answer to my call. I get up and look.

He is bare-butt on the floor pretending to sleep and there is a wet spot just under the side of my bed with no water/coke in sight. And it smells of ammonia in the room.

I get him up and take him to his room and put him in his bed. When walking back to my room to clean up the mess it occurs to me that the smell in his room has to be urine.

I did clean both carpets with a stem cleaner and spray anti-bacterial deodorizer.

I just don't understand what triggered this. I don't get what is the reason that he would randomly forgo the toilet. There have been no major changes in our world just recently and things seem to be on a pretty even keel. He is talking about school alot more. Since he starts in the fall he and I talk about it alot to get him ready for it, but that has been going on for months now....

So confused. I really hope this doesn't keep up. Ahh...the joys of parenting.

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Oy!

Do you have any idea what it does to your R.E.M. cycle to have a blood-curdling shreek issued out in the dead of the night while the whole house is sleeping?

I do.

It sucks.

Sooooo tired.

Here I am at about 4:30 am doing what any sane person would be doing in the middle of the night, sleeping. All cosied up in my comfy bed. Cuddled up next to hubby. Having some weird dream that was not altogether unpleasant and....

HOLY EFFIN GOD!

A shreek of "MOOOOOMMMMYYYYY!! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" jerks me awake.

I literally leap out of the bed and sprint toward the sound of the noise, with a still sleep-clogged brain, calling his name. Right?

All's well and good, mommy is on the way. You see, by this point I have recognised the cry and know, in that mommy-way, that it is not an injury cry. This is a "I got the bejesus scared out of me" cry.

Ok, so don the comforting mommy voice. By this time I am in my living room, stark naked, calling for my son.

Then it hits me.....I am in my living room, stark naked, AND my 16 year old cousin is sleeping on my couch.

Well, he WAS sleeping on the couch.

Now, luckily he is looking in the direction of the caterwalling and not at his admittedly gorgeous, but totally naked, and therefore completely inappropriate cousin. Yeah.

So, I go into HOLY SHIT mode and dart back to my room, doing the peeking-around-the-door-jamb-with-just-my-little-head-poking-out thing 'til the runt comes in my room.

Lead him to the bed. Get in the covers myself then, talk to the little booger and calm him down.

Now, I am fully awake, along with everyone else in the house but light would still hurt and I have to walk little man back to his room. Yeah, not doing that in my birthday suit, thanks.

So now I am on a mission to find a dark colored robe---in the dark.

Two stubbed toes later I am in my son's room advising him to sleep and snatching the XBOX out of his room. Which, by the way, is the thing that gave him the random willies 'cause ya know he had been playing it all day and killing aliens.

Seriouly need to have my blood pressure checked....GOOD GOD!

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So the hubby called me at work yesterday and wanted to know if we could get a sitter for Miracle Babe and take Ms. Personality and Little Man to see Ice Age 2: The Meltdown. I was like, "Cool."

So I got my grandmother (who is only 64 by the way) to watch my baby girl and off we went to the movies.

OMG! Can you say crowded? We decided not to watch it last night because there were just too many people and we were afraid that it would just sell out too soon. So...we'll have to go watch it at some other time.

But we did decide to make a night of it and took the kiddos to Freebirds. MMMMmmmmmm.. Burritos.. So yeah. We ate it up, and wouldn't you know it but there was a Palenta Ice Cream shop right next door, so we went in for ice cream.

Ms. Personality was adorable eating her little cup of ice cream and little man was all about the cone.

We just happened to have the camera with us and took pics, but of course I am not at home where I can upload them so I'll have to do it when I get there this evening.

More to come.....

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Dear love of my life:

I have noticed that you have this annoying habit of calling me when you are frusterated with something. It is as though you think that this will accomplish something. Please note that I cannot magically make whatever it is you are yelling about better. If you are calling me to gripe about it then I am not there and therefore cannot change the situation.

You will have to do it. Calling me only serves to start an arguement.

Please consider this the next time you pick up the phone to ask me a question that you already know the answer to.

I don't want to fight with you, but the only thing to do when you get that way is to hear what you are saying, say I'm sorry and be silent until you hang up the phone and get over your little hissy fit.

I love you,

Me

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Hello, my name is Crystal and I am a myspace-aholic. There I said it. Whew! I feel better.

No really. I realized that in the last two weeks I have not posted to my blog and I totally blame myspace. I am on it like all the time. I wake up and check myspace. I check it at least four times throughout the day and it is the last thing I do before I go to bed. This is sad.

I am on right now.

What is it about this insane little website that causes usually normal individuals to freak out?? Become addicted to it?? Check it all the time.

Truthfully, myspace is kind of like high school. All the cool kids have like 100,000 friends and you all talk to each other on a public forum and make bad jokes and argue about stupid stuff, yet there I am.

BAD BLOGGER! Traitor! Trust me, I am fully chastising myself for straying from the wonder that is REAL blogging.

The problem is, I think, that I can be whoever I want to be on myspace and no one can judge. I can't write EVERYTHING I think on here because, well, too many people know about this address. Think about it....my dad...reading all about my unusual sex life?? Um, no thank you. I do believe I would be to blame for the heart attack he would have and...HELLO? Could I ever face him without a blush again? I think not.

So, from now on I will double post everything that it appropriate for both sites and nothing that would give my grandfather fits....

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