I left my nano in San Francisco

So, this weekend I finally uploaded the pictures of our San Francisco trip. Wanna see? Kay...


The mens bathroom at the train station on the night we left. Isn't that precious?


Some of the view from the long ass train ride there. We left at 2 a.m. and were at the outskirts by about 9 a.m.


*HOOOOOONK!* *HONK!!!* *HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNKKKK!!!*
*CHUGGAChuggaCHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchugga*
*HOOONKK!!!!* *HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNKK!!!!!* *HOO-OnK!*
*CHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchugga*


Oooh...old broken pier. Lovely shot, hon. Yes, all pictures courtesy of my hubby the shutterbug.


One of many that will be added to the "Sleeping upright with mouth hanging open" series, to be chronicled here at a later date. I finally fell asleep during the last hour on the *HHHOOOOONNKKK!!!!!!* *CHUGGAchuggaCHUGGAchugga* train.


Just off the bus, before hailing a cab, we see this lovely work of art. I must explore!


*sspssfftsspspseespeespee*


The view from our window at the Beresford. Ah yes, pleasantries of the city...


Getting ready for our long walk on Saturday.

And some wonderful Ronnie shots...
















Whooo... I get cold just looking at these again! It was such a chilly morning...






Saran Wrap - The surefire way to keep your beemer safe in the city.






Awwww...lookit tha biiirrdy!


The Golden Gate in clouded Glory.


Customary couple on vacation shot.




The evil address.


Get it on!


The hotel we stayed at, from which my new nano I'd acquired the week before was gingerly stolen from my purse. Or so I've concluded. I discovered it was missing while waiting at the train station to go home. Note to self...write down the serial number on the unit. I have done this with the replacement I purchased a week later. I went ahead and upgraded from the 8 gig nano to an 80 gig iPod...just to help dry my tears. Damn you, thieves!






Some nice shots as we were leaving the city... It was a great trip, despite the long train ride and stolen nano. The meals were fantastic! We had pizza at this little place called "Piraats" on the corner across from the hotel. Spinach and mushroom...aahhh...mouth watering...some of the best pizza I've ever had! And the Prime Rib dinner at the Beresford restaurant on Saturday night was hEavAnLy sCrUmPtiOus!

Yea, my hubby put together a great little birthday/anniversary trip. He's so good at planning things. I need to learn from him and plan our next little getaway. I suck at planning and could learn a thing or two from him!

Anyway, that's all for now. I need to get on with my Monday.

The LAST drawing...

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! This is the one I really can't wait to see colored. It's gonna look so beautiful with some depth.

Well, that's all I have time for right now. Having another busy day here. Buh-bye for now.

Drawing with the birdies

There I am, with my lil' 'ol birdie pals...just drawing away. I've finished quite a few drawings in the past few weeks. I've got one more that's almost finished, an underwater scene. It's gonna look SO GORGEOUS when it's colored! All of the drawings are coming out beautifully in water color. We were supposed to be done by the end of May, but have had to push it back a little. But it's coming, it's COMING. I'm almost FINISHED with something! Yay, me!

Last weeks mood has drifted into this week a little bit, but I'm trying not to let it. I'm into the exercising again this week, that's good news. At least I feel like going out and doing something. This week. We'll see about next week...OH WAIT! Next week I go on a mini vacation! I'm taking Thursday and Friday off so Mel and I and a couple of our friends can head up to the river again like we did three years ago. I love camping! It seems like I never get to do it, it's been way too long again. I hope nothing comes up because I really need this...as I've stated about six thousand times before.

It's funny how when I'm feeling bad, I like to buy things for the pets. Lately it's been the saltwater tank, but last Friday I decided that the lovebirds needed a new flight cage. I had gotten an indoor aviary from a friend last year, but it's too big for the livingroom so that's gone into storage for another place and another time... Meanwhile, the lovies, who adore their flying time, have been crammed in a small cage. About a month ago I'd found a nice, great priced flight cage at a bird store close to work. I told myself I'd wait until I paid this and did that...but I just couldn't. And neither could Punkin' or Pickles. Ron and I picked up the cage with his old truck, 'cause it was too big to fit in my car. The thing is gorgeous...it's all set up now with perches, swings and playthings. The birds are in seventh heaven, flying back and forth, swinging, climbing all over... It's great, now I don't have to feel guilty on birdie-in-cage days. Toby is still in his smaller cage, but that's fine for just him. He still gets to play in the flight cage during out time. Sometimes I close him in there to play with the lovies and that works fine, too.

Well, I'm off to eat something. It's already one and I have tons more to do.

What a WHINE-FEST

I'm so glad this week is almost over. It's been a toughie. But it's all in my crazy widdle head. I'm downright certifiable! I think I'm gonna go toss myself off a freeway overpass today. Then again, maybe not. There is plenty to live for! Live! LIVE! I want to liiiiivvvve! Does anybody care? No. And that's fine. I care. I care too much. Now let's go finish having a nice day, shall we? OKAY!

Misery and Inventory

It took a lot of strength not to just call in depressed today. I dragged my ass here... Wow, what a difference a little epiphany makes. It's like the events of the past week...well, they weren't really "events", moreso things flowing through my ever-tangled mind. I met with the people I'm doing the book with and the discussion we had made me see things at my workplace in a new light. My boss in a new light. And also, going to my old house kinda made me step back and look again. I feel I need to make a change before I go crazy.

Before I contine, allow me the usual disclaimer... Boss has been good to me, has given me confidence, has taught me so much. She's basically a nice person. She is a smart business person. I admire her accomplishments...

BUT...

I am tired of hearing about them. If I hear, "I'm so proud of myself", ONE MORE TIME... I need a vacation. I need to get away from her and this office. I need to see my husband more than twice a week. I need more freedom. I know I have plenty here...just look what I'm doing instead of inventory...but...it's just the Catholic guilt. I feel bad for having these feelings of resentment toward my boss suddenly flood my mind. I can't take her rudeness, her snobbery anymore. I need a break. It's my fault for allowing her to say these things to me. I shouldn't stand for it. I have to talk to her again and tell her I need some time to myself. This commute is killing me. No time to catch up at home. No energy. I'm tired of being a peon. I'm not headed in the right direction. Or am I? I just need to get out of here. I want to go home so badly, but I can't. No...I have to do fucking inventory. I've put it off as long as I can now.

Time to go. I have to post pictures. That reminds me...Ron needs to email me pictures.

Overwhelmed

I haven't felt this way in a while... I'm feeling awful. I don't know how to stop worrying. I'm so depressed it hurts. It's weird because things have been fine. I even got to tour the house I grew up in yesterday. I haven't seen those rooms in 10 years. I spent the first 20 years of my life there. Maybe the nostalgia went bad? It's like...I wanna go back. I hate being an adult and having to make all of these decisions, having all this responsibility, having to do all of these things day in and day out, never having time to do what I want to do because I have to clean this or work on that or finish that or work out my fat ass or drive here or pick up that... Never ending, mundane duties that are only going to multiply as the years go by.

What's wrong with me? I'm supposed to want to do all of these things. I'm supposed to want to have a baby. I'm supposed to want to work toward my goals. I'm supposed to have confidence in myself, my abilities. I'm supposed to do these things in real life instead of writing about it on the internet. It's that old, helpless feeling in my stomach again. All the "what ifs" are drowning me. I feel so lost. I have to find something. I know I have to find faith in this hideous mess. I know I'm not alone, but why do I feel so alone?

It's like we're all constantly babbling to each other...on Myspace, on the internet, on the cell phone...yet we don't hear each other. We don't listen. We're too busy worrying about ourselves and wanting others to give a shit, when they really don't. They're just worried about saving their own asses. Everyone is just daydreaming through life. Doing what they have to do because they think that's what's expected of them. Droning on...what the fuck's the point? It's been done before! What do you want?! I feel as though I'm surrounded by power-hungry, money-grubbing, rude, selfish fucks. We're all so busy with our day to day bullshit that we don't stop to even acknowledge a neighbor...even when they're in the same FUCKING LAUNDRY ROOM AS YOU, BITCH. Would it hurt to turn around and say hello?! I'M TIRED OF ALWAYS BEING THE BIGGER PERSON.

I have to get rid of this anger, this resentment toward humanity. It's not fair to myself. I don't have to be this unhappy. It's just always the same the same the SAME and I'm so TIRED OF IT.

BANG YO' HAYED!

I got to do that again this weekend. We went to a sold-out Iron Maiden concert on Saturday night. Ron got us amazing seats, all the way in the front row of seats, right behind the pit. We could feel the heat of the pyrotechnics. It was rad. Like...totally! Hehehe... Bruce Dickenson had his usual crazy pants on, too. I'll post the pics Ron got with his phone, he got some great shots! I hope it was able to get the giant Eddie that came out. It's so cute, them and their Eddie. And it's always a plus when we get a good crowd around us. Shiny happy people. Some of them were a little TOO shiny and happy, but that's fine by me. We were ALL happy an' we had FUN. My neck is sore again from punching the air and banging my head like a hyper teenager. Another great memory made with my darling hubby. My cute lil' fanny-head.

So...I'ma gonna have to start posting pictures of my adventures as of late. I've got SF, fish tank progress and Iron Maiden. I'll have to remember to turn the damn computer on at home, lately I've been a little burnt on the computer. Then again, lately I'm pretty much burnt on everything, but that's another story. The same story... ANYway, I will get the pics soon 'cause it's much more fun to tell a story with lots of nice piccies. That's what I like about blogging, you get to add pictures! Wheee!

Later!

Burnt OUT

You know how you need a vacation after a vacation? Yea. That's how I feel today. The SF trip was nice, but not without its pitfalls. I'm still so burnt out. I need more time at home to clean. The house is such a hairy mess it's rediculous. And I'm...just...annoyed today. I'll be back with some pictures from our trip. In the meantime, I need to go put my head in the toilet. Have a nice day.

Officially thirty-SUMthin'

Man, I sure love this time of year. Not only is it my favorite season, it's the time of wedding anniversaries and birthdays! I'm a whole 31 years old today...now officially a thirty-something. This is when time really starts to fly. I guess that means I have to get as much enjoyment out of things as I can. That also means continuing to keep the childish spirit. I can grow older and wiser, but I never want to lose the childish sillies.

The picture of me blowing out the candle is from last year. I miss my long hair, it looks so pretty in that picture. Ever since I gave myself a hair cut, it's taking forever to grow back. I didn't listen to myself, I should never have cut it shorter than ponytail length. *sigh* Oh well, if that's my only regret this year, I'm doing pretty damn great.

I'm looking forward to a few celebrations during this week. Gonna meet my makers (mommy an' daddy) tonight for dinner. And as a special treat, my darling hubby is gonna be home tonight to join us. Yay! This weekend he's taking me to San Francisco for our long overdue weekend trip. He hasn't ever been, and I haven't been there for about 8 years...not since my brother lived there. My parents and I would go up there almost every year to visit my brother, he lived there for about 10 years. It's one of the few cities I can tolerate and I can't wait to experience it with my poopie-head.

Things are continuing to thrive into this second month of the saltwater tank being established. I now have four fish and a whole lotta little critters. Woo. It's looking very nice. The last couple of fish I got are lovely, another tang and a blenny. They're cool because they actually swim out in the open. The week before I left I got a goby. I've seen that guy only once since last Thursday. Damn thing likes to burrow... I don't think I'll be getting another goby because many of them like to stay buried. I should have read up on them before I got one. I hope he's not destroying my invertebrate population in the sand, 'cause I need those little worms and tiny crustaceans. I guess we'll see. I can be confident though, that if mister goby dies, he will promptly be eaten by one or both of the penis snails, who also stay buried most of the time.

Hmmm...what else...

Oh yea! One other exciting thing...I FINALLY got my car air conditioner recharged! It only took me four summers to do it! I'm so happy, I now have air conditioning at home AND in the car! Life is sweet.

Okay, it's time to finish this day at work so I can go home and have fun! Later!

...and his answer...

My husband is fucking hilarious!  Check out his answer to my email from this morning...

"First of all, I love to read and write you moron. Stop forgetting shit. Secondly (Is that a word), I didn't call you last night cuz your messaghe went straight to voicemail cause my phone sucks and I didn't get it til late last night you fruit loop. There is always a reason, sound familiar.

Paragraph form is cool, happy to hear about the solidity of your stool. Wow I can hardly gnoochi.

Your squid analogy was awesome I laughed so hard my lol fell out. I'm gonna call you now so I can hear your backward ebonic euphamisms. See yuh insany..."

HAHAHAHAHA!!!  GAWD I miss him!!!  Fanny head...

Anyway, I just got back from my visit to downtown Chicago.  It was pretty, but I musta walked 40 miles trying to find a damn Chicago dog.  I was starving to death by the time I ate.   I spent the whole afternoon just walking around the city.  Of course I forgot a camera, but I was able to get some nice shots of buildings and lake with my cell phone.  Woo.  I'm just not a city person at all.  I couldn't give a shit.  The architecture was gorgeous and all that but...I don't know, it's just another lousy city full of assholes and filth.  I mean, downtown was gorgeous, but I walked a little past it and it was shithole.  I got solicited several times for money, charity, change...yuck!  Plus, I'm sorta broke so I really couldn't buy anything or do anything.  I was gonna stay 'til 8 p.m. but got bored and left an hour earlier.

Now my feet are killing me.  I should have brought tennis shoes.  I've got these major calluses that I really need to shave off when I get home...  They hurt like hell right now!  EW!  And even my hip joints hurt.  Fuck.  I'm just gonna stay in my room and order room service.  I don't wanna see another human being until tomorrow.  I'm SO homesick.  I wanna go hoooommmeee!  Not only do I miss my hubby, I miss my stupid pets!  I'm so attached to my zoo.  People just don't understand...  I love them like kids.  Man, just wait until I have an actual child...  I have a lotta love to give...

So, seeing as though I forgot to put on deodorant this morning, I'm 'onna go throw my stinking self in the shower.

CHOW for NOW.  Chow.  Ceao.  How you spell it?  Geez.  I'm Italian and I can't spell Caoe.  cao.  I can't think of it at the moment so BYE.  Or Buy.  Or Bi.  Bie bie.

Emails to your hubby from miles away

Where are your nipples?  Over there, alla way in L.A. I wanna nibble on em'. I wanna smell your fuzzy earlobes. I miss you so damn much I can't stand it. *sigh* I had 65 dreams about you last night. I was trying to find you in most of them. Why didn't you call me back last night? I don't care if you wake me, I wanna talk to you! WHAAAHHH!!!!!

Sorry I bitched in you ear yesterdee. I was pisshole. Today is Chicago day. I slept until noon. I gotta get off my ass and go to the city. It was gorgeous weather the last couple of days and now it's hideous out. I don't wanna go but I really should. I wish you were with me.

I had four screwdrivers before I went to bed last night. I was three deep by the time I went to dinner with Edna, which made things oh so much more tolerable. Then I had pee dreams all night. I was looking for a toilet in between looking for you. And then there were the random Mike Patton appearances. I still hadda pee. I'm so weird.

Oh! I'm finally doing solid poops now. Isn't that great?! No more diarreeehhh! 'Cept my farts smelled like gnocchi this morning. Have you ever eaten a whole baby squid? It's like eating cartilage and eraser, but supposedly it's a delicacy. Yea.

That is all. I miss you and I hadda write you a long ass email, even though you don't like to read or write. Oh well. You'll learn. It's fun to read bullshit.

I love you, anus wart.

Your insane wife

Ooooh, I fit in with the business people...

WOW!  I'm SO cool!  I get to sit tapping away at a laptop and look important like all the other business-type folks here.  Where is here?  Why, it's at a hotel in Chicago.  I'm typing this from my room.  Isn't that AWESOME?  Like, OH MY GAWD!  I get to use the internet, like, ANYWHERE!  Eventually I will get used to it.  It's still kinda new to me.  But man is it a luxury to have something to do in my room, other than reading or watching t.v.  'Cause I ain't leavin' my room for nuthin but eating and drinking.  I have NO desire to hang out with these people.  

So I'm here 'til Thursday.  Today we had six meetings and tomorrow we have about six or seven more.  It's going quite well so far, they really like our stuff and our outlook.  They like what we've done with the company since that loser left us last year.  It's his loss.  He used to come to these meetings with my boss, but seeing as the douchebag screwed us over, it seems he can't show his face around these parts anymore.

If you follow that big, long link up there, you can refresh your memory on what an incredibe pile of shit my old boss turned out to be.  This company had one hell of a year last year.  But we seem to have come through it unscathed...so far anyway.  They like the website and many of them are trying to shift to the web.  It's just hard to get some of the older generations to get into it, but it'll happen.  Slowly but surely, as long as we continue to watch our asses.

I entrusted hubby with the zoo...  He's doing well so far, even let the birdies out for some flight time last night.  I asked him to please let them out at least once while I was gone 'cause they'll get cabin fever if they're caged for four days straight!  I also made sure to go over everything with him so he didn't like...give the fish bird seed or something.  You never know with men...

The saltwater tank is doing just swell.  This is week 10.  I purchased my second fish, a goby, on Friday.  First thing he did when I put him in there was make a burrow in the sand.  He's so cute, he likes to gulp up mouthfuls of sand and sift it out his little gills.  He's also made himself a little home under a rock.  He was eating well before I left, so I'm hoping he'll survive until I get home.  Oh, and Fred the penis snail is still alive!  He only comes out during feeding time and spends most of the time burrowing through the sand bed.  It's great for keeping things clean and moved around, so I got another one!  Now there are two little dicks sticking out of the sand at any given time. Awwww...

Well, it's almost time for dinner so that means I need to head down to the bar and have a drink before I meet the boss.  I dunno though...do I want to risk having to talk to someone?  Oye.  I'm so not in the mood.  Oh well.  I should risk it and at least be a little social.
 

Rectal Symphonies

Oh no, I'm not through yet. Hell no! At least not until my stomach starts behaving iteself again. Though I am feeling a bit better today. Not quite so bloated. Ya wanna know why? Well, ya see, gas has this way of, well...escaping. I knew it eventually had to come out and it chose to do so at about 1:30 this morning.

Poor little Ronnie sat on the couch, completely unaware of the explosions that were about to commence in the bathroom, a mere 10 feet from where he sat. I was completely immersed in a dream when I was awakened by intense bubbling in the lower intestines. Oh those bowels, they're reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally not happy these days. It was so weird, I totally felt it happen... From the lower-mid intestinal section, bubblin' on down to the gReAt BoWeLs. Then the *ooop!* You know the *oop* feeling, the one at the "end of the line", where those wonderful little sphincter muscles come into play. Thank goodness for nature's little 'o' rings, lemme tell ya. They help you make it those last crucial inches to toilet seat safety.

So my cheeks hit the seat and we had gas off. I had forgotten the human asshole was capable of such noises. Very, very grotesque noises. It was like a flappy, gassy stream of words, echoing through the bowl. And my ass has a terrible lisp. It sprays what it says sometimes... You can imagine, I don't need to spell out the sound here...

Wasn't long before I was fully awake and giggling like a nutball over the sounds eminating from what seemed like the depths of my soul. Once again, Ron came to investigate and once again, the look on his face was priceless. Imagine how a person would react when they witness a horrific car accident. Yep, hands over the mouth and everything. I musta sat there laughing and spurting for at least 20 minutes. Oh, but what a relief. I think the pasta and meatball dinner I'd had that evening hit the spot in more ways than one. Ah, but I'm Italian and pasta is always my medicine when I'm ready to eat after a stomach episode.

And that concludes yet another poopie entry by the lovely Seacreature, better known as Juliepoo. Have a great poop!

When you're runnin' for home and ya feel somethin' foam...

Owie. I am on the period from hell. I don't think I've had cramps this bad...ever. I was headed for a fun weekend, but we only got to do about half of what we wanted to 'cause I was sick. It started last Wednesday afternoon...I was just feeling a bit queasy and "off". My lower intestines felt like a brick had settled in and wasn't gonna leave. By Friday I felt really crappy, but had to go to work 'cause the boss was still outta town. I worked all day feeling achy and bloated. I went home a little early 'cause I was pulsating hot and bloated. Took my temp and I had a slight fever so I stayed in bed 'til Saturday morning. Well, tried to stay in bed when I wasn't up trying to poop. It's the most aweful feeling when you feel like you're gonna spackle the bowl but only a little diarreah dribbles out. Yea, I tol' ya this was gross. I woke up Saturday feeling a bit better, but still diarreah-y.

So here's the really gross part...which will probably guarantee no one reads this blog ever again...but uh... You know when ya have diarreah and ya really shouldn't fart? Well... I thought I was done. I was standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth after the poop and a shower. Felt a little gasser comin' on. Bent slightly to let 'er pass. Well, she sure did...all over the cabinets and floor. Yea. Never seen the hubby run so fast in my life. And it's so fun to clean up. Especially with two cats so anxious to check it out. I'm really surprised I didn't puke... It was awful. I must have sprayed more bleach and chemicals all over the sink, the cabinets, the floor...then I used half a roll of paper towels gettin' the shit up. Ugh... I'm not sure which was worse, the time I sat on the toilet and puked all over the floor in front of me (I was holding out my hand to "catch" it at first but it just kept going and going) or this. I dunno...shit or puke? Hmmm...

We only really managed to go see a movie on Saturday. Went to see the 1R0n MaN. It was good, first good movie I've seen in the theater in a long time. By the way, I hate the theater even more than I did before. We got it all, cell phones ringing, babies crying, freezing our asses off toward the middle of the movie and mister ants in his pants kicking my chair. Ah yes. And the comments. OH the comments. *sigh* All that PLUS ten thousand commercials and previews before the main feature. Yay! We pay through the nose for more advertisements! Wow! It's another fucking new car that looks like all the rest of the shiny bubbles on the road! Oh look! ANOTHER new cell phone! *SIGH*

Sunday was spent either in bed or on the couch trying to recover from whatever the fuck this is because I have a crazy busy week coming up. Boss is back tomorrow, which likely means running all over the place. Ow. I feel so bloated right now it's insane. I really need to go take something because I think I'm gonna explode again. I really want to feel better. Please go away, oh nasty stomach bug and period cramps. Please?

Okay, time to finish up here...I have to stay a little late 'cause I went home early. Peace, love and poop.

It's a good thing...

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!

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!

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...

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.

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

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.

The Mice are playing!

Welp, the boss is gone for a month, it's Friday and my new office mate happens to love birds. So...guess who came to work with me today!





Lil' TOOOOBE-EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Poopsies. I have a great little carrier for my birdies and he hadn't been out with me in a while so I decided to give him an outing today. He loves car rides, especially since I always play loud music. Birdies LOVE loud music! He was talking and singing the whole way here. He was a little nervous once we got to the office at first, but settled in fine. He's spent most of the day either on my shoulder or in the Ficus tree next to my desk. He's there right now, all fluffed up and ready for a nap.

After work we're gonna go to a local bird store coworker told me about. Apparently there's one around here that I DON'T know about, imagine that! So we're gonna check it out 'cause she wants another bird. He husband made her get rid of her cockatiel (ugh, no MAN could EVER make me do that!) because he was too loud, among other things. Now that she's met my little, tiny, barely audible Toby parrotlet, she wants one! We're gonna go check things out today. Not gonna rush into anything, of course. I've been giving her tips, as she seemed to have spoiled her cockatiel a bit, which helped make him all the more annoying to her husband. But no one wants a bird on the floor, chasing them and nipping at their toes. Just like children, I told her, birds need discipline and routine.

Anyway, time to wrap things up. Happy weekend!

Would you like onions on that?

Happy Monday. I was listening to my old Bloodhound Gang CD this weekend. The album is about ten years old and is called "One fierce beer coaster". Some of my favorite lyrics include:

~"Life's short and hard like a body building elf, so save the planet and kill yourself. If you're feelin' down and out with what your life is all about, raise your head up high and blow your brains out!"

~"An' I don't givva damn if ya don't like me 'cause I don't like you 'cause you're not like me!"

~"GET UP! YOU'RE ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL!"

~"Why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you run like a girl and you sit down to pee..."

Yes. Classic. And now, more pictures of the tank. I added more rocks on Friday.











Man, I need a better camera. There are so many tiny things and it's hard to get them. I've noticed three more clams and a brittle star. It's looking so wonderful, I wish I could shrink myself and go diving in it. I know, just wait'll I have fish and inverts! It's gonna be so worth the wait.

Yes, it was a good weekend. I had a nice Easter Sunday with my family. We had to drive very far, but it was worth it. It made me so happy to see Ron enjoying my family. He talked and talked to my brother and dad... Then he said he had a great time at least twelve times on the long, trafficky drive home. I had so much fun, too, as I hadn't been out to see my brother and sister-in-law in SO LONG. Not to mention the kiddies. They're 15 and 17 now. Damn...

Anyway, that's it for now. Back to work.