I took a picture of my tat when I first got it 'cause right now it resembles a slab of burnt bacon on my ankle. EWWW! The damn thing got a little infected, I think, as it's taking FORfuckingEVER to heal. I think I may have washed it a little too much for too long, so now I'm leaving it alone. I also kept putting lotion on it...bad bad. Shit, you'd think I'd know, I have FOUR of the damn things! But it's finally starting to feel better. It had started being very swollen, sore and oozy on Friday and continued through the weekend. I considered going to the doctor and possibly getting on antiboitics, but the pain has subsided. Hell, I don't have a fever, there are no red lines radiating from it (a REALLY bad sign...I think it's blood poisoning by then) and the swelling has gone WAY down. I ain't no pussy! I kin handle a lil' TATTOO! No, really...it's fine. Just a little...uh...crusty and lumpy right now. Yum. Betcha just wanna poke it, huh.
Anyway, life continues. Things are good. I'm getting my yearly raise soon. No, not THIS paycheck, NEXT paycheck. Ugh. I just paid hella taxes and I NEED MUNNY. Man, I learned my lesson with taxes this year. Next year, things'er gonna be different. I also have to get my car brakes done, haven't had them done in about 7 or 8 years! They're finally getting very squeaky on me. Well, the raise is good this year anyway so when it comes it'll be lovely. Yay!
In saltwater aquarium news, my one and only surviving fish is now disease free. He's swimming around happily and eating well. This is very good, being that the tank has been running for 8 weeks as of tomorrow. Slowly but surely I will begin to add stock. I think Fred the penis snail has died, so I really want to get another one. Damn it, the treatment must've gotten 'im. It was an organic solution so it wouldn't do too much damage, but still, a week of putting that stuff in the tank had to have some ill effects. I guess. *sigh* I've learned though, that it's best to quarantine new fishies before I put them in the main tank. I'm not sure how I'm going to do this, as I have NO room for another tank, no matter how small. I guess I can kinda quarantine it at the store. I'm pretty sure they'll let me. I'll just ask when they brought in the fish I'm interested in, put a deposit on it and see that it's healthy in their tank in the coming weeks. Hmmm, I guess we'll see...
I'm looking very forward to this weekend, we're gonna have a blast! Ron has a whole day planned on Saturday...breakfast, a movie and a visit to a museum exhibit of some sort. He says it's a surprise. AWWWW! Innn' eee KEWT?! I've been enjoying my husband SO MUCH lately! We've been getting along wonderfully, due to compromise on both our parts. I have been trying my best to keep myself occupied during the week so that I don't get all depressed that he's not around and take it out on him when I talk to him on the phone. Then when the weekend comes around we just enjoy each others company and relax 'cause we work so hard during the week. I've been trying to stop worrying so much about cleaning the house so much and relax. I do little things here and there during the week, while Ron is at work...like laundry, vacuuming and dusting. Ron has gotten so much better at cleaning up after himself, too. And if he doesn't, it's not a big deal. Life continues, even when there is a dirty ashtray on the coffee table.
Well, it's almost time for our weekly lunch outting. We've been going to lunch every Wednesday or Thursday for a couple of months now and it's working out great. I'm gonna go finish up so's I can be ready. Later!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Anniversary Tattoo
Remember this little drawing from my invitations?
I told myself I'd get it put on me as soon as we hit our year anniversary and yesterday was the day.
In' it beautiful? I put it on the inside of my right leg...just opposite of my other favorite tat...the one I now call, "No it's not Nemo, it's his brother Nomo".
I went to the same artist who worked on the little dude above and did my back tattoo about ten years ago. He had even taken a few years off and just started doing tattoos again. He's been doing it for over 20 years and does abosolutely amazing work. I'm so glad I was able to have him do this one for me, it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to. I had colored the above picture with colored pencils and he followed it to the last detail! And I love the meaning behind it... It's modeled after my two wonderful pet lovebirds and my wedding anniversary. Awww! Goodie goodie. Now I can go on with my life. Later!
I told myself I'd get it put on me as soon as we hit our year anniversary and yesterday was the day.
In' it beautiful? I put it on the inside of my right leg...just opposite of my other favorite tat...the one I now call, "No it's not Nemo, it's his brother Nomo".
I went to the same artist who worked on the little dude above and did my back tattoo about ten years ago. He had even taken a few years off and just started doing tattoos again. He's been doing it for over 20 years and does abosolutely amazing work. I'm so glad I was able to have him do this one for me, it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to. I had colored the above picture with colored pencils and he followed it to the last detail! And I love the meaning behind it... It's modeled after my two wonderful pet lovebirds and my wedding anniversary. Awww! Goodie goodie. Now I can go on with my life. Later!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Happy 1st Anniversary to Us!
We made it. I can't believe it's been a year already. Of course it hasn't been without it's struggles, but it's been happy. Nothing that is worth anything is ever easy. I'm looking forward to many, many more years together.
For the first time in my life I got flowers delivered to me at WORK! Aren't they lovely? Welp, it's one year down, several more to go...May our love be strong enough to carry us through the many trials and tribulations of life. May we continue to grow and prosper together. Our lives will be blessed, our friendship and love will endure. Happy first Anniversary, Ronnie, I love you more than ever...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Oh, just fine...
Working working working and more working. I really need a vacation. This week has been insane. I've got so many things going on...but they're all good! The children's book is coming along nicely. Just a couple more drawings to do. Today I have to write up a short biography. We want to have everything done and submitted by the end of May. It's gonna happen!
I'm sure things will slow down a little toward summer. Just gotta get through the upcoming catalog meeting. That's what's making work crazy. I have to work on our product catalog pages so that we can submit them to our dealers at the upcoming Chicago meeting in May. I'm excited because I'm gonna stay an extra day to check out the city. It should be coOoOol.
Oh yes, and how can I forget the tank?! It's coming along swimmingly! I added the first two fish last week. Check it out...
A lovely bright yellow tang and a cute highfin cardinal fishie. Awwww... As of today I'm treating Mr. Tang for Ich. Short for ichamoloiousness. I don't know what the long version of it is, all I know is that it's UGLY. GO AWAY ugly little parasites! GO!
Then we have Fred...
I always have to have some sorta Fred in my tank. I just love that name for fishies. The last Fred was an old tomato clown someone gave me when they took down their salt tank. That was actually a Fredrica, I believe, as that fish was big! In fish world, it's usually the females are the bigger, fatter ones. Not to mention she was OLD. She lived to be about 7 'cause she was 5 when I got her and I think I had her two more years after that... Anyway, I like my new Fred. He's wierd. He crawls around pretty fast when he's out, then he buries himself in the sand and sticks up that little fallic looking tube... It's darling.
'Kay, it's taken me two hours to write this so I'd better go and concentrate on my damn work again. Bye bye.
I'm sure things will slow down a little toward summer. Just gotta get through the upcoming catalog meeting. That's what's making work crazy. I have to work on our product catalog pages so that we can submit them to our dealers at the upcoming Chicago meeting in May. I'm excited because I'm gonna stay an extra day to check out the city. It should be coOoOol.
Oh yes, and how can I forget the tank?! It's coming along swimmingly! I added the first two fish last week. Check it out...
A lovely bright yellow tang and a cute highfin cardinal fishie. Awwww... As of today I'm treating Mr. Tang for Ich. Short for ichamoloiousness. I don't know what the long version of it is, all I know is that it's UGLY. GO AWAY ugly little parasites! GO!
Then we have Fred...
I always have to have some sorta Fred in my tank. I just love that name for fishies. The last Fred was an old tomato clown someone gave me when they took down their salt tank. That was actually a Fredrica, I believe, as that fish was big! In fish world, it's usually the females are the bigger, fatter ones. Not to mention she was OLD. She lived to be about 7 'cause she was 5 when I got her and I think I had her two more years after that... Anyway, I like my new Fred. He's wierd. He crawls around pretty fast when he's out, then he buries himself in the sand and sticks up that little fallic looking tube... It's darling.
'Kay, it's taken me two hours to write this so I'd better go and concentrate on my damn work again. Bye bye.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Letter of the week
This woman wrote a great letter to the editor of a certain local newspaper that should have been published; but, of course wasn't, because it's a bit...shall I say, confrontational? As a decendant of two of the most common old time immigrants...the Italians and the Irish...I have to say that I agree with this letter. I have nothing against other cultures, until they refuse to acknowlege and respect the place that has made their lives and the lives of their children so much better. To them I say, you don't like it here? Go back!
From: 'David LaBonte' My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful letter to the editor of the OC Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to 'print' it myself by sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so inclined.
Written in response to a series of letters to the editor in the Orange County Register:
Dear Editor: So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land is made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down the Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being treated the same as those who passed through Ellis Island and other ports of entry.
Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people like Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented . Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground.
They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home. They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture. Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor laws to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity.
Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany, Italy, France and Japan. None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan . They were defending the United States of America as one people.
When we liberated France, no one in those villages were looking for the French-American or the German-American or the Irish-American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried one flag that represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red, white and blue bowl.
And here we are in 2008 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges, only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being an American is all about. I believe that the immigrants who landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for all the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags. And for that suggestion about taking down the Stat ue of Liberty, it happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration bill I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just yet.
(signed) Rosemary LaBonte
From: 'David LaBonte' My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful letter to the editor of the OC Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to 'print' it myself by sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so inclined.
Written in response to a series of letters to the editor in the Orange County Register:
Dear Editor: So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land is made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down the Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being treated the same as those who passed through Ellis Island and other ports of entry.
Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people like Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented . Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground.
They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home. They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture. Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor laws to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity.
Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany, Italy, France and Japan. None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan . They were defending the United States of America as one people.
When we liberated France, no one in those villages were looking for the French-American or the German-American or the Irish-American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried one flag that represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red, white and blue bowl.
And here we are in 2008 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges, only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being an American is all about. I believe that the immigrants who landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for all the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags. And for that suggestion about taking down the Stat ue of Liberty, it happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration bill I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just yet.
(signed) Rosemary LaBonte
Monday, April 07, 2008
It's that busy time again
So it's been like this... I'll think of something and be all, "I should blog about this..." and then I forget because I'm so dog dern busy! It's that time of year again at work. Pricing changes, product changes, lots of orders... It's good for business but shitty for me. I'M TIRED. I'm tired of working. Can I retire now? HAH!
Nothing is going on, other than the fish tank, the book drawings, work, working out, cleaning up immense quantities of cat hair and feathers (sometimes intertwined into colorful tumbleweeds), laundry, dishes, poop... It never ends. By the time I get home most nights, all I wanna do is vegify. Last week was so crazy that I spent this weekend doing nothing. Ron and I were entangled in bed for most of yesterday. And Saturday we managed to run a couple of errands before we sat down for some movies. But before we sat down I had to freak out about all the work that needs to be done around the house. Man, it's sure hard to make a living when you're lazy.
Boring, I know. I have to make time to do all of this crap I used to spend my work days doing... I have to work at work. All day. And then work out. Speaking of which, I want to get to tonight before it gets dark. For a change. Then I hafta go home and possibly do the laundry I avoided this weekend. Possibly. If I don't just fuck it again. I don't know. I probably will.
And we're coming up on our anniversary already. Where in the hell did that year go?! It was a tough one, but we made it. Things are going very well between us lately. There was a time a little while ago where we did NOTHNG but BICKER! Such is marriage, ups and downs. We're happy though. Really we are. We just need to keep ploddin' along.
Awright, I really have to wrap up and get outta here. I don't wanna look at a 'puter screen for at least 15 hours. Later.
Nothing is going on, other than the fish tank, the book drawings, work, working out, cleaning up immense quantities of cat hair and feathers (sometimes intertwined into colorful tumbleweeds), laundry, dishes, poop... It never ends. By the time I get home most nights, all I wanna do is vegify. Last week was so crazy that I spent this weekend doing nothing. Ron and I were entangled in bed for most of yesterday. And Saturday we managed to run a couple of errands before we sat down for some movies. But before we sat down I had to freak out about all the work that needs to be done around the house. Man, it's sure hard to make a living when you're lazy.
Boring, I know. I have to make time to do all of this crap I used to spend my work days doing... I have to work at work. All day. And then work out. Speaking of which, I want to get to tonight before it gets dark. For a change. Then I hafta go home and possibly do the laundry I avoided this weekend. Possibly. If I don't just fuck it again. I don't know. I probably will.
And we're coming up on our anniversary already. Where in the hell did that year go?! It was a tough one, but we made it. Things are going very well between us lately. There was a time a little while ago where we did NOTHNG but BICKER! Such is marriage, ups and downs. We're happy though. Really we are. We just need to keep ploddin' along.
Awright, I really have to wrap up and get outta here. I don't wanna look at a 'puter screen for at least 15 hours. Later.
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