Saturday, August 30, 2008


Rudely sarcastic or disrespectful; snide.
Irritable or short-tempered; irascible

I kinda figured I knew what it meant but just had to look it up at

Yep, there should be a picture of me right there with the definition.

Speaking of pictures: Note to self; reshoot self portrait with new pretty, fat, fast birthday present lens.

Zinfandel ramble

Yes, two fat glasses of the sweet nectar in. Surfing the net and getting inspired to get and keep a camera at the ready at all times. I carry a point and shoot digital in my purse. Unfortunately while it is far superior to my camera phone, I am regularly disappointed by the results. I was so wishing I had brought my DSLR to the Keith Urban concert. I was also wishing, the next morning, that I hadn't drank so much. Then I would have remembered to take some video with said point and shoot like I had planned to do because the shots I did get SUCK. Erf. Of course I am my worst critic.

Soooo, tired from my company trip, I really should be sleeping or something but yeah, I have become a blog, Internet, computer junkie. I am so happy to be home even if it is a dirty pit of dust, dog/cat hair, dirty clothes, too many people in a too small house with too much crap! I feel like I have been at work forever and hardly home which I have. I decided I like my job? Okay not necessarily the work but the people for sure.

I totally lost my train of thought. As usual! This is why it is a ramble. Got distracted by teenagers filing into my house, husband coming home from his mini hunting trip, dogs, cats, the kitchen needing to be cleaned, having to pee.... So, anyway, my plan, should I remember tomorrow, is to post a photo a day on my photography blog that I need to edit and update.

In the mean time, I am going to clean the kitchen, sort of, take a quick shower and hit the sheets with my hubby. It's time. These dang teenagers and dogs best not keep me up all night.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Quick, grab your martini glass!

"Vodka spill staggers traffic on Highway 101"

Do you think there will be a shortage now? I sure hope the price doesn't go up! What do they do with the absorbent? I wonder if they (the workers) can get a contact high from the fumes. I know people do off of me sometimes…

The comments at the end of the article are priceless!

This is fun!!

Found this cool "toy" at

I used my first post; About ME! for the text. Obviously I need to seriously work on my writing skills and add some words to my vocabulary. Do I use 'get' too much or what? Photography should be the most prominent word. Or should it be family? I'm surprised it's not the word tired or exhausted or unappreciated. Waaaa...

Create your own "word cloud" at

Friday, August 22, 2008

THIS is who I get to see tomorrow night!

And NO, I can't wait. I can barely sit still thinking about him. The man is beautiful and puts on a rockin show. The closer it gets to showtime the more excited I get. Bought the tickets for my best friend/sister-outlaw for her birthday and we are going with our husbands; the brothers. Now if we could only find a way to ditch them during the concert so we can drool freely. But then again, they will be fetching our cocktails for us during and driving our drunk (drooly) asses home after so, I guess they can stay with us.

Thursday, August 21, 2008


I'm going on the work training/retreat/team building/whatever trip. That is if our corporate travel agency can accommodate my request on such short notice. I changed my mind after asking Hubby last night what we were going to do Labor Day weekend. I got a few grunts out of him so I figured we probably wouldn't be doing much. But who knows; my husbands motto is 'Indecision is the key to flexibility'. I can't get him to plan anything, with me, ahead of time. Now if it is a hunting trip, that is a different story except that he still does everything he needs to do last minute. Hmmm, I do that part too. But enough about him, this is about me, all about me! I decided what the heck, I'll go. Hopefully my two team members that love me so much will pair up and I won't have to be their tour guide. I'll get to hang out with my other new buds that work in my same department but aren't on my team in a non-work environment for a half day or so. It better be fun damn it. And not too hot. I HATE heat, HATE IT.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Work travel

Our department is going on a "retreat" or training trip or team building trip, whatever the hell they are calling it this time, to our Nevada offices. Originally I wasn't going to go due family obligations. Well those particular obligations have been rescheduled. So, now my friend (in the department) really wants me to go. I just don't want to. I have been there four times and I just don't like it there. Then I'm listening to two of my team members who are going try to figure out how to set up their travel arrangements and I'm reminded of one reason I don't want to go: they would follow me around like puppies. I realize this is not nice but they are older and timid and they look to me to help them. Now, I don't mind this so much but they (one in particular) are too needy and I would be their guide so to speak the whole time. They order whatever I order when we got to restaurants or order take out.

Our sups want us to stay the night Thursday night and we wouldn't get back until late Friday. Yes they provide very nice accommodations and feed us but I'm always sad when I'm away - especially there. I feel I put in enough time here and away from my family that I don't want to do any more. And this is my own opinion. I used to do shit just because my hubby would give me so much grief if he didn't want me doing it not knowing if it was really because I wanted to or not. This time, I know I don't want to go. I know I'll miss something but the cons out way the pros right now. It's for work and at this very moment I'm hating this place.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Monday (yes, I know it's Tuesday)

The wedding was beautiful and everyone was on their best behaviour. Except me, as usual. I think I actually insulted a brother of the other groom by dissing Texas. Well, I hate Texas. Okay, hate is a bit strong. I don't like Texas. Been there three times and that was three times too many. So, no good material to work with from there. I know, I said (wrote) that I would get into more detail about the conversation I had with my sister-outlaw. I will. I have to, just not right now. Being at work while blogging this really cramps my style. Just can't find the time once I get home between cooking dinner, running errands, sitting in my chair reading, watching the Olympics (SWIMMERS!!) and drinking cocktails.

My September Oprah magazine came in the mail yesterday. Made my Monday evening much better considering Hubby was still on his work rant. Argh. It's been weeks, months actually and I'm really tired of hearing it. I know he needs to talk and get it out but he doesn't come up for air to the point that my ears start ringing. He is so tired and so cranky that everything pisses him off. What the hell am I supposed to do with it all? Oh, I know, grab my mag and my reading glasses (!!) and sneak off to my bed. Once again Martha Beck had me laughing and crying. Laughing because she is funny, I think, for a self help kinda person. Crying because she gets me or people like me. Now if I could just get her to come over here and kick my ass into gear. I'm going to try writing down a few key sentences from her article to keep with me and read often. Maybe her wisdom will finally sink into my thick head.

Saturday, August 16, 2008


My in-laws. OH MY are they some good raw material to blog about.

I just got off the phone with my best friend and sister-outlaw (we married into the craziness) who just enlightened me with some new information regarding these people and jesus the crap that comes out of their mouths. I swear I could write a book about them. I did write a paper for an English class many years ago (yep, been dealing with this stuff for a LONG time) that was pretty much nothing but a thorough bashing (my instructor loved it). Later I kind of regretted being so mean but it was just to effing funny. I will write about them and their insane view on everything later. Right now I need to go find some shoes to go with the dress I bought last week for the wedding of the second to youngest brother-in-law and his partner that we are going to tomorrow. Are you following me here? Keep up. Yeah, I should have even more material to work with after. Oh and I'm shooting the wedding. I actually feel very excited, honored and hella nervous. I am NOT a professional photographer. They know this but I guess they think; Relative with good camera equipment, FREE photos, what the hell. Which is why I need to chill and enjoy the opportunity since they aren't paying me.

Yes, I'm a bitch. Two faced too. I hate people like that! I'm working on being more funny about it and less mean because as nucking futs as these people are I do love them. Some of them. Some more than others. Some, not so much. Okay, fine, I tolerate them. For my husband.

Off to shop for SHOES and whatever other shiny objects catch my eye!

Friday, August 15, 2008

The blogger life

I want it.

I'm at my desk, at work at (or before) 7 am PST every week day. Very few others are in the office so it's the perfect time to read blogs and blog. Yet, all the bloggers I like (so far) obviously aren't even up yet!! The are my inspiration. Where are they? They are all mid west to east coasters so they should be posting by then. Right? I'm so jealous and this is one of the reasons I want to be a writer. So I can sleep in. Of course sleeping in to me is 7 am since during the week I'm up at 5 am - reluctantly! I just want to wake up when I want to. Of course even when I can "sleep in" I wake up because I am in pain. Okay, not pain but I ache. I hate bitching about ailments mostly because I know I can fix them if I could just get off my fat ass. My back, my hips and/or my neck hurt when I stay in bed too long and I'm flopping around like a fresh caught fish trying to get comfy. Then the committee starts a chattering. AND this is when I need to get up so I can write and clear all the crazy, spastic, all over the effin map thoughts out of my head.

Just another rambling post. Who cares. Does anybody read this? And I was worried people would.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I am woman, I am tired!

Way too busy. Not enough sleep. Ever. Daughter and grandson have been visiting for two weeks (along with ALL the family members and friend's that must see the baby) and then there is work. I like the comment my other daughters boyfriend made yesterday; "work is sucking my soul from my body." I feel the same but damn it, how the hell else am I going to pay for plane tickets to go see my grandson and/or fly them out here to see us? I cried all the way home Monday, after working twelve hours, thinking to myself how I should have stayed in college. Then maybe, just maybe, I would be working doing something I love and not slaving for someone else. Yeah, I think about that every fucking day!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Fake people!

This is one way my brain rolls (around in my head!) - my friends get it and so does my baby sister. Does anyone else? I wonder. Often.

Following is an E-mail to Sister this morning regarding how Ms Rabbit (supposedly a nice woman and friend) repeatedly refused to let my sister take her grand kids out for some fun and told her she thought she drove too fast, her house was filthy and she had no sense.

Subject: FAT ASS Rabbit
Sorry, I'm still reeling from what you told me she said to you. She is the ultimate two face bitch!! How dare she! She has been to your home, eaten your food, acted all sweet and lovey. How the hell does she sleep at night? Oh, right, she probably doesn't and that is why she is the way she is. Oh, she is so going to be the butt - ASS - of my jokes. Did she say you drive too fast? WhatEV. Who doesn't? At least if there was trouble not only could you get OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY but you could kick ass if needed. For the record, as full as your house is - it is WAY CLEANER THAN MINE! And Sense - I'd like to slap some sense into her. What the hell is she talking about?! I guess your sense of style, your sense of the energy of the people around you, your sense of humor, your common sense, etc. are not enough for her. SCREW her. Be done with her. YOU are so much better than her. Oh I am just so pissed. By the way, you all are food snobs, not just your daughter. In my humble opinion. AND there is nothing wrong with that. More power to you!! Why do you think everyone wants to eat your food? Oh on that note. If your hubby did do ALL the cooking on the camping trip, all those fatties would probably complain that it was too healthy. As if too healthy is possible. Okay, I think I'm done here. You can go wipe off all my rant now. Love you!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

About ME!

I'm new at this blogging thing and I'm just going to go for it here so hang on.

I'm a tall (trust me it will come up for one reason or another) forty-something wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother (!), daughter, sister, friend, (not necessarily in that order and yes it's all important to me), living in Northern California (most of my life). I'm currently working full time at I job that pays the bills but does nothing for my creativity that I know is there/here somewhere screaming to be expressed. I commute thirty minutes to an hour each way, five days a week. I mention this because it sucks the life and energy out of me (except when I'm singing to XM radio), but enough of that for now.

I am an amateur photographer but you probably won't see my photos here because I'm a BIG chicken. I love all kinds of music (singing in the car at the top of my lungs brings me great joy). I love all kinds of movies. I don't have enough time to watch many but this is probably a good thing because I tend to get so sucked into the plots that I want to stay there and then have a hard time facing reality. Unless it's a depressing or scary movie; then I'm just traumatized. I love to read anything and everything and have a serious addiction to books, journals and camera equipment. I would rather be reading, writing or shooting all day, everyday.

While slaving for an ever expanding (translate; EXPLODING) 'Company' (not gonna do it, not gonna name or even allude to the type of company. I'm not ready to get fired - yet), I decided to start a blog in part because I needed a distraction from the daily monotonous, sometimes tear inducing mind sucking tedium of what amounts to data entry for a "great" company (with really great people). Said company had recently, secretly, changed their employee motto to "Bend over and take it in the ass" when it came to the customers requests and demands. But I mainly started blogging because I love to write, if only to amuse myself and not get any of my work done. Or cook, or do laundry or clean the house. I'm sure you get the idea. To be honest here, I may not have even thought about blogging if it wasn't for my job where I sit at a computer all day and surf while waiting for things to process or stuff to happen. Lately I have been reading a lot of funny blogs (I WILL add links) and trying not to laugh too loud from my, I mean cube.

I'd like to use this blog to get a handle on all the stuff that is constantly going on in my head. I want to get it all organized or at the least translated so humans can understand me. My sister and I refer to this chatter in our heads as The Committee. No we are not bipolar or schizo, I don't think. Unless we are PMSing then people need to just stay away, far away.

This is it for now because this is taking me too long to draft and I want to get something posted. I'll revise as I see fit.

Thank you for reading!