Ooh, Look Charlie...

Okay so this is not a monster but still... It's a friggin Unicorn

Still Sad One Year Later

It's been a year an I still get a little choked up whenever I hear certain songs. I just hope that wherever he is, Michael is surrounded by love. This song brought me to tears last year during the funeral.




Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

My Mom The Hero

For the past two days I have been feeling like poop. No. Actually, it's been worse than that. I've been feeling outright green. Between feeling like someone strapped a space heater to me, the hearburn and upset stomach has been just insane. I've had a few days that have been good but then the last two days have been beyond anything I've felt so far. I haven't puked but I've been consistently on the verge.

Today I woke up and before I even got to the shower, I was gagging. I mean really, what the hell?

So yeah, I eventually took refuge at my parents. We took a quick trip to Homegoods and Costco. Then my Mom made me chicken and rice soup and kept super cold fruit coming my way when I needed it. I can't say how much I love my Mom during times like these. I mean, I love her to pieces anyway, but there are moments when I know the woman has a superhero cape tucked away somewhere.

Ever Puke So Hard It Left Red Spots All Over Your Face?

If you haven’t, I envy you. And if you have, I give you a hug. Yeah the wee one made his thoughts on meetings known today. Much like Momma, he doesn’t care for them. I’ve always joked about puking during a meeting. Never thought it would actually be inconvenient to do so.

Yeah about an hour into our monthly all staff meeting, I started feeling queasy. This progressed. About an hour and a half later, I scribbled a note to my manager telling her I had to get air. I left the conference room and about three steps into the hallway, I had to do an about face and jet to the ladies room. Luckily, the place was empty and I was free to gag, heave and puke away.

A little while later I actually managed to run back to my office get some mints and head back to the conference room. I’m not sure which part was harder, the trying to keep the sick feeling at bay before or after puking. Either way, I was extremely grateful when the meeting was called to adjournment a few minutes early.

Now I’m trying to eat small bites here and there to get something back into my system and drinking ginger ale. I still feel like crap and my face looks terrible, but at least the day is progressing and if I call it an early day, my manager knows I did try to stick it out.

Control Your Anger Young Jedi…

I swear it is getting harder and harder to not to biotch-slap people. This morning Psycho-Biotch showed up nice and early and even accompanied me to work.

Psycho-Biotch is my personal version of Jenny McCarthy’s Psycho-Chick from her book, “Belly Laughs.” By the way, I burned through her book on Saturday afternoon and loved every page. I’m now mildly afraid of the surprises in the delivery room but, hey, at least I now know what may or may not pop up.

So as I was saying… Yes, Psycho-Biotch. I’m normally pretty flexible when it comes to routines. Yes, I’m totally a creature of habit but when things come up, I normally go with the flow. No biggie. Yeah, no one told Psycho-Biotch that. I normally take a shower, do my hair, eat breakfast then do my makeup. I do it this way, because I hate having to retouch my makeup after eating breakfast. This morning, however, my brother-in-law jumped into the shower as I was eating breakfast. Normally, he’s never up at this time. And so it’s never been an issue. But for some reason the fact that he dared go into the bathroom without consulting me first, burned me up. I know, I know. What the hell? It’s not like he’s a mind reader, nor did I put a sign up or anything like that. It was completely irrational. I understand this. But still, I was pissed! Then he took forever and I couldn’t get my makeup on by the time I had to leave for work. I was pissed. In fact, thinking about it now-- knowing full well the anger is irrational-- I’m still getting pissed. Ooh yeah, but that was only her entrance.

As I walked around getting my stuff together I then noticed the shoes in the entrance were out of order. Actually, no. Not out of order. They just weren't where they were supposed to be; on the rubber mat. In fact, the only shoes that were on the stupid mat were mine and half of one of Aaron’s shoes. This burned me the frick up. I got the mat so that when you come in, particularly on a rainy day, you can leave them on the thing, rather than track water, mud, etc. all over the apartment floor. Then I noticed dried mud on the area rug in the entrance. That did it. I went bonkers. I kicked a shoe halfway down the hallway and began raising hell about how neither one of them bothers to help keep the place clean and how I may as well just leave shoes strewn all over the ****ing place. Or perhaps I should just start carting in loads of mud since they liked living in a ****ing sty. Aaron was so confused.

He his attempt to calm me down was giving me a hug and kisses. The problem is my nose has been replaced with that of a bloodhound. So him trying to kiss me while rocking the morning breath was not only displeasing me but displeasing the wee one and it was starting to let me know it. I politely tried to break away, which in turn, made him try even harder. This was not good.

I tried to sound as calm as possible (ha!) and tell him that as much as I appreciated the attempt at making me happy, his breath was having the opposite effect and that I was angry about having to go to work without makeup and seeing the place get dirty after being clean for only one day. He apologized for the breath and told me I still “look beautiful.” I called him a wonderful liar but that I appreciated his effort.

I went to work, still kind of fuming. What greeted me at work was not a pretty sight. I will once again spare you the gory details but I was in a meeting and left with nail imprints on the bottom of both my palms. I also felt the powerful urge to throw my computer through a wall when I got an e-mail that just pissed me the hell off. Yeah. Psycho-Biotch is kind of hard to rein in, but at least the bouts of queasiness from time to time, seem to be keeping her at bay a touch. Basically, if I move too quickly, the wee one will become even more agitated and make me boot. I nor Psycho-Biotch want that.

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This Afternoon

Not that it's really that surprising but everything is going to change today. It's awesome and kinda scary but mostly, just doesn't seem real. I suppose that's to be expected, though. I suppose nothing this big is ever real at first.

Luckily, I have a great sypport system to turn to should I need them. And really, that's all I could ever ask for.

I know, it's not very like me to be so cryptic, but I'll make sure to let yall know what I'm talking about in time. At this moment, I'm just not ready.

Down time. It's a good thing

Holy Bleeping Chriminey!!!!

I am so fargin’ sleepy. I can’t seem to get anything together today.

I'm serious. I'm all out of whack. For example, on my way into work, I hit the down button in the elevator instead of up. I should explain, I come in on the second floor and work on the third. And before you ask, no it’s not out of laziness, I can’t get out of the staircase on the third floor. I can get into the stairwell, just not out. Anyhoo, I packed three notepads to bring with me for the trip to DC tomorrow. I meant to only pack one. I apparently kept forgetting. And lastly, I have three cups on my desk. One is water the others are coffee. I got one coffee earlier, set it aside and forgot it. Then later I got water and coffee. Sigh. At this rate, I may have to just bring everything on the top of my desk (including all the cups), out of fear of forgetting something important.

Ah well, at least I haven’t fallen asleep with my finger on a keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee