Exhausted

I am sooo tierd.  Nevermind it's past 11 pm already.  I've been waiting for the "little guy" to finally fall asleep.  He has been rather quiet, but Winnie the Pooh video he has been watching is not quite over yet.  I should really turn it off, and try to get him in his crib without him waking up. 

This weekend has been very busy...  Prom weekend.  Thank God that is over.  I really didn't mind being the "driver" of the evening.  I would have much rather done that then sit at home to wonder where my teenage daughter was at 2 am.  I'm so glad she doesn't drive.  I'm so glad her date doesn't drive...  :)  It's a good feeling....  NOW, it's just graduation stuff to plan for...  I just cannot believe it's June, and half of the year is over...  Damn..it DOES seem like the years just fly by when you get older--Daddy was right. 

I am now working full time again at work, and taking breaks doing the diaper change for the little guy.  YES...  I did get him a potty, and it's sitting in his room untouched.  "I don't like it.  I don't want the potty!"  Sigh..  I know that one day this will all be a memory, and I will find myself fondly looking back at my youngest toddler years, but right now, these terrible 2's are really exhausting.  Okay, it's suppossed to be called "Terrific Twos!"  But honestly, who are we kidding?! 

Okay, I'm tierd, and here I am on this evil machine.  Time to retire into my bed and snuggle with my honey bear.  Hopefully it will just be him and me tonight; although I have to admit, sometimes there is nothing more sweet than being awaken by little butterfly kisses, no matter how slobbery they are from a two year old.  But then again, being kicked in the head by the foot of a two year old is not as pleasant.  Okay, wish me luck...goodnight...to whomever...not like you care or anything....ha. 

 

Unsolved Case/Lizzie Borden

Well, I'm a proud mother hen..  The last days of my daughter's senior high school year our upon us, and she has been a busy girl!  The last few weeks she has been keeping me busy with prom plans, award ceremonies, plays...etc..  She won a few certificates the last few days for her Thespian Theatre engagements, as well as a certificate for Outstanding Defense Attorney for her mock trial classes...  She just finished her last project from her mock trial class-a multimedia project, and she chose the trial of Lizzie Borden. 

                                     

Not only is this case unimaginable and creepy (she wasn't able to work on this project late at night because of the gruesome pictures of the victims), but it still remains to be unsolved.  Lizzie Borden was accused of the murders of both her father and step-mother, but was found not guilty for lack of evidence.  Sure, she had tried to purchase some poison from the drug store the following day, and sure, she had been seen burning  the blue dress she was seen wearing on the day of the murder, the following day...BUT, the ax handle of the murder weapon was not found.  No fingerprints, no DNA, case closed.  The only other person who was found questionable was the Portuguese (of course) gardener who came to collect his pay that day who was sent away, and told to come the following afternoon.  This person was soon cleared.  The only other people in the home that day was the maid, and Lizzie.  Witnesses did say they had seen two  men around the house during the day of the murder, along side the back where the ax was kept near the yard of the Borden home.  The defense argued that because of lack of evidence, the accused Lizzie Borden would have had killed both of them while in the nude.  Somehow, I don't think that could have happened myself.  Do you how modest women back in the late 1800's dressed?!  Anyhoo, I wonder, if this trial had taken place today, what would have happened? 

Lizzie Borden lived her years alone, unmarried, along with her older sister Emma, and they both died 8 days after one another.  They must have had a very tight sisterly bond.  Perhaps they were in it together?  Who knows.....  There is talk that the Borden home is haunted, and it's a Bed & Breakfast?!!  Eeeekk.....  Did I mention my daughter's name is also Lizzie? 

 She was a little freaked out by it, and it wasn't until she was in the middle of the project did she regret picking this particular trial.  So happens, in Lizzie Borden's later years, she was also involved in theatre arts, which my daughter found a little amusing since it is an interest they both share.  Late nights however, over the pictures and story of the case were getting a little frightening for my daughter.  I guess she was having those "Emily Dickinson" moments I had experienced when I was her age.  You know those moments where you are tired, and every little sound is heard, and eyes in the pictures seem to be staring at you..?  Well, my daughter added music to her little project, and one of the songs she chose has a verse that goes.."stabbed in the back"...  This particular verse skipped a few too many times one evening....  She ran upstairs, left all the nights on, and left her T.V. and light on... Poor Lizzie, but she got an A+, so I guess it was worth it. 

Busy..busy..busy

It's been a busy week..at work, home..etc...  Just playing catch up with all the crappola I have at work..and I think I've got to that point.  I just bombarded some co-workers with new file cases to increase their work loads.  I'm sure they are thrilled that I've returned!  The boxes of files and stacks of new court papers have finally left my desk, and because of this I am glad!  I must admit however, that doing the non-stop paperwork, even only part time, really can take it's toll.  It is kind of creepy when I find myself remembering the name of each case I entered, or when my hand magically finds the file I'm looking for in the file room.  Has that ever happened to you?  I mean, you suspect a file is in one area, and you actually grab the file you were looking for?!  Or, stranger still, when your hands seem to work faster than your brain; when your fingers reach for the keys on the keyboard as if they have little minds of their own...  It is a little strange. 

Oh, and I must mention the "charming" phone interaction I had with the ex-husband the other day.  It is so strange how the mere sound of his voice can send me right down into another well.  Errrgg...  Did I mention how I detest liars?  I don't know what is worse, a liar who just lies and forgets what they lie about, or someone who just lies and totally live contrary to what they claim.  It kind of questions the intelligence of the person who is being lied to, and that just drives me insane, and it also makes me want to throw things, or better yet, throw heavy things at a certain person.  Fortunately, NJ is much too far away to have things thrown, and for this I am very grateful.  Besides, I've already written 2 letters, which I have promptly discarded after coming to the conclusion that no matter what I write, it's not going to change anything.  Nope-just a way of release, that is all, but this is good.  I shouldn't have to prove anything, so why--perhaps maybe only for myself. 

Anyway...enough with ranting and raving over the loser.  Taylor Hicks just won American Idol, is that great or what?!  Okay, it wasn't my favorite show, but it was something to watch now that Amazing Race is over.  Now there is nothing to watch.  GOOD EXCUSE to not watch the tube, and more reason to go out and do some walking now that the weather is sooooo nice :)  Perhaps I will take a nice long one tomorrow near the ocean!  YAHOOOO!! 

Words to LIVE by

Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two

1. Love someone not because of who they are, but because of who you are when you are with them.

 

2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

 

3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

 

4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

 

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

 

6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

 

7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

 

9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.

12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.

13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.

The Amazing Race---YEAH TO THE HIPPIES!!!!

YEAH!!!  I'm so glad these two one tonight...  The "Hippies", in my opinion were one of the few teams that actually had FUN, and gave a new face to the "Ugly American" teams that I have seen much too often on this show!!  YOU GO B.J. & Tyler...  Whhoooohoooo!!!   (I'm sooo happy!)

I'm just going to miss seeing Phil every week though...(sigh) 

                                                                                        

Two Out of Three Answers REVEALED

1.  I married the same man twice, within 3 months.  One ceremony was done by a retired judge in my mother's livingroom, the 2nd was in a church.  This is what you sometimes have to do when you marry someone who is here on a Visa only; green card came later.  Note:  Green cards are blue, not green. 

This is TRUE.  I did marry my 1st husband twice.  Once in February (14th) and again in on May 5th.  WHY?  Because he was here on a Visa and he wanted to work.  We got married in the church in May--and we didn't really live as married until we did.  I still remember how upset the judge was in February when we told him the reason why didn't have our rings yet.  "This isn't our REAL ceremony."  He was pissed. 

2.  Once, as a teenager, I jumped into a bull ring and tested my skills with a baby bull.  I know, this sounds crazy, but I jumped in with a bunch of girls.  We were trying to get some boy's attention.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  (It's a Portuguese thing---it happens when you consume too much Pepsi and linguica). The bull was loose, and he butted me right in the behind with his little horns.  I flew in the air, and couldn't sit down for hours.  And no....I the guy I trying to impress didn't even see it.  May be that was a good thing. 

This is a LIE!!  Nope, I did not jump into a bull ring.  Anyone who knows me well, and knows of my horrific dreams of bulls, would NEVER believe this one.  Congratulations to the ones who picked this one as my fib.  This happened to one of my cousin's friends, not me.  I watched. 

3.  I "met" my dead grandfather one afternoon at work.  He tipped his hat to me, and danced around the room.  Nope, of course I actually didn't see him.  I have a friend who is a medium. 

Yes, this is true.  My friend the "medium", aka:  Sharon Tenney--check her website at: sharontenney@peoplepc.com !  My friend used to work in the same building as I did, and she gave many a readings there..not just for me, but a number of co-workers. Every now and then I feel a cool breeze around my office.  I never feel alone, and I sincerely say it was an uplifting, and very strange experience.  If you want to know more about it, let me know. 

Happy Mother's Day

Well, what a weekend it has been...  Please, don't ask for the details... 

I decided to take my mother out to dinner today.  We tried to make the most of it.  Imagine this as you will:  We were sitting in the corner booth, of a not too busy restaurant.  My youngest son (you happens to have the stomach flu), upon the arrival of our food, proceeds to throw up all over himself.  My daughter (who, also was diagnosed with a stomach virus) goes off and gets the diaper bag that I left in the van.  Meanwhile, my other son (who also has the stomach flu) cannot finish his grilled cheese because his stomach is bothering him.  He is slouching in the booth right next to my mother.  My poor mother proceeds to try and finish her red snapper filet sandwich with her left hand, (she fractured her right wrist last Tuesday), as pieces of her sandwich are falling into her bra.  Suddenly, a house fly is circling my youngest son's apple juice.  Apparently, the aroma is so sweet, the big fly decides to dive into his apple juice.  My son proceeds to scream in horror....  Yes, there was a reason why I chose the corner booth.  We must have been quite a sight to others who happened to see us there.  My oldest daughter confirmed this as she came back to the table after having a her soft drink refill.  "You guys look like you're all half dead." 

That just kinda sums up the last week for us.  Not only are all of my children ill, but also my husband and step-son.  You won't see me around on this blog very much this week, because I need to stay home with the baby and take care of my poor mother with the broken right wrist.  It will be put in a cast Tuesday, so I'm praying it will heal well.  I myself, just banged my right hand on the wall after retrieving the cheesecake from the refrigerator.  (EVIL CHEESECAKE!!)  I immediately put ice on it, but, ice really DOES hurt after sitting on your hand after awhile.  I should thank my blessings that the stomach flu hasn't really gotten me too badly.  Thank God I've been able to tend to my family and do the laundry.  I've been cleaning vomit and poop all week..   Keep me in your prayers... 

To all the MOTHERS out there:   HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! 

Weekend Assignment #111: Two Out of Three

Weekend Assignment #111: Two Out of Three

Weekend Assignment #111: Two Out of Three :

Weekend Assignment: Present three "facts" about yourself: Two of the facts true, and one of the facts false. Let people guess which "fact" is the fake one. Reveal the fake fact on Monday. You don't want to give away the fake fact too early, so be sure to make it sound plausible, next to the other two real facts.

Extra Credit: Can you lie with a straight face? Really?

Okay, here goes...

1.  I married the same man twice, within 3 months.  One ceremony was done by a retired judge in my mother's livingroom, the 2nd was in a church.  This is what you sometimes have to do when you marry someone who is here on a Visa only; green card came later.  Note:  Green cards are blue, not green. 

2.  Once, as a teenager, I jumped into a bull ring and tested my skills with a baby bull.  I know, this sounds crazy, but I jumped in with a bunch of girls.  We were trying to get some boy's attention.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  (It's a Portuguese thing---it happens when you consume too much Pepsi and linguica). The bull was loose, and he butted me right in the behind with his little horns.  I flew in the air, and couldn't sit down for hours.  And no....I the guy I trying to impress didn't even see it.  May be that was a good thing. 

3.  I "met" my dead grandfather one afternoon at work.  He tipped his hat to me, and danced around the room.  Nope, of course I actually didn't see him.  I have a friend who is a medium. 

Extra Credit:  No, I can't lie with a straight face...not if I know you well.  You can tell, because I usually start giggling, or I won't make eye contact.  Idon't do it too often.  I can't even lie to phone solicitors sometimes. 

It's Wednesday

 

I got this in an email...liked it--and it's kind a cute.  Translated, it simply means, "Your either with me, or against me..if you can." 

 

Yesterday was a particularly BAD day...  Hey, but we got the prescription filled...  I really don't want to see the inside of a Longs for a VERY long time. 

 

 

Grrrr...grrrrrrrrrrrr

I am ready to kick someone in the butt!!

@#!$!@#$!@#$###!!!!!

Why does it take more that 5 phone calls to a doctor's office, and over 4 fax requests from a pharmacy to get an existing prescription renewed?!!!  The original request was faxed yesterday afternoon, as of 4:00 pm today, no word from the "doctor" to the pharmacy yet. 

I have been on the phone with the doctor's office and the pharmacy all day.  I am ready to kick someone's butt.  I really am.  I wonder---do they really care that this prescription is for an older patient?  I am trying to get the prescriptions filled for my mother.  It just angers me that they can put someone on the back burner, after knowing that she is out of medication.  Now, I may have to borrow meds from the pharmacy. 

Did I get a courtesy call from the doctor's nurse at least?  Nooooo!!!  But, I do know her name.  I'm ready to kick Nurse Trish's butt. 

Happy Birthday Mr. Scalzi!

http://journals.aol.com/teeisme57/OhMyWord/entries/1776

Look up the above link and see what that little Flat Scalzi has been up to!! 

                                     

It's FRIDAY---YIPPPEEE

It's Friday, and I'm glad.  I was very hard getting out of bed this morning.  It was very tempting to just stay in and sleep, but no can do...  As predicted our receptionist didn't show up this morning, so it's a good thing I came in.  It just boggles my mind how often she gets away with coming in on an average of 2 to 3 days a week..  It's just not fair.  I HATE sitting at the receptionist desk!!!  Oh well..

After writing the last entry, I suddenly remembered another strange dream I had as a child, after my grandmother had passed away. 

 In the dream, I'm only an observer looking in.  It's as though I'm in the room, but no one can see me.  Sitting there, in my grandmother's living room, is my grandmother who had recently passed, and her husband, my grandfather, whom I've never met.  My grandmother is sitting down next to her husband, doing needlepoint or crochet, and my grandfather is sitting there on his easy chair reading his newspaper.  They are talking about their children.  I find this really odd, because I had never heard anyone talking about my aunts and father as if they were children.  I don't remember exactly what was said for word, but I remember them talking as if they had just turned on the T.V. and saw what was going on in our lives---"Oh, did you see Joe planting those rosebushes in the backyard?" 

I later told my mother about this dream, and she was very surprised, and asked me how I knew my grandfather liked reading the paper on his easychair, and how I knew my grandmother used to sit next to him...  I told her that I saw it in a dream.  Weird...just weird.. 

 May be we are the ultimate REALITY T.V show....someone may be watching you right now...  

Okay, back to reality..time to cover the front desk and meet the smelly, confused, addicted, the abusers, and the perverts (the clientel)...  Oh well...back to work!

 

Weekend Assignment #110: Strange Dreams

Weekend Assignment #110: Strange Dreams :

I've had some REALLY strange dreams. 

Celebrity Dreams: 

I've had a dream with Will Smith.  I have NO IDEA why I would dream about Will Smith, because I'm not a real fan of the man.  Perhaps it was because I had been watching too many episodes of Fresh Prince of Bel Air, I really don't know.  I don't remember too much about the dream, other than it was kind of naughty.  (hee, hee, hee) 

I also had a dream about the singer, Pink and her husband.  I  have no idea WHY, but the dream was interesting.  I was with my daughter in the dream, and they had invited us to their home for a party.  In the dream, Pink and I were trying on shoes.  That is all that I remember, other than remembering being in a large house, and being whisked away in a very fancy Bentley. 

"Psycho" Dreams:

Besides those strange, celebrity dreams, I've had a number of weird, almost forbearing dreams about my future.  For example, I don't like having dreams of rising water, crossing the water, or seeing dead animals--not good dreams.  My dreams sometimes are pretty intuitive at times.  I guess it's my "special" way of preparing myself to certain bad news..struggles...  I just don't like them. 

I've also have had dreams of being in a car, not knowing where I was going, getting lost, and unable to reach anyone on a phone.  I hate these dreams, because once I've gotten to a phone, I immediately forget the number, or the phone doesn't work.  I've also had dreams of arriving to important places with slippers on.  It's all about anxiety--I know... 

             

BUT, the #1 recurring dream I used to have were of BULLS!!!

In my dreams, I've been chased by bulls.  I'm running down an empty street, and there is this bull, following me down the streets, until I'm trapped somewhere and pinned down by it.  I had one dream in particular, that I could hear it's hooves scratch the street, and actually feel the breath coming from it's nostrils. 

Portuguese wives tales tell me that dreams with bulls foretell a fight or disagreement with a loved one.  That could explain why I've had a number of these dreams while I was still married to my ex-husband.  I think the last time I had a dream with a bull was when I was going through my divorce with this "charming" man.  Perhaps, the bull represented him, the ex-husband?! 

Or, does the bull represent fear? 

Since a young child, I've always been afraid of Bulls.  I am guessing that it all began when I was 5 years old.  I still remember when it all started.  I was on vacation in the Azores, and we were having a picnic in the mountains.  We were up there because it was the day the village was choosing bulls for the bullfights for that afternoon.  Not only was I afraid of the sight of those bulls, but I was told by someone (who will remain nameless) that these bulls liked to eat children, especially chubby little American girls who wore pig tails. 

I am happy to say that I haven't had a dream with a bull for years.  

  Extra Credit: Name a favorite song with the words "dream" or "sleep" (or some variation of those words).  "These Dreams" by Heart

It's a Wednesday...

I got these pictures in an email entitled, "What Graphic Artists Do When Bored.."  I'm bored as well....

Best when viewed larger!

  Enjoy..your HUMP day!!!

A Day Without An Immigrant

         Click on this link to see some beautiful pictures taken in Santa Cruz County :  http://www.santacruzphotogallery.com/gallery/Immigration  (courtesy of the Santa Cruz Sentinel)

 

                                                                

This morning I came upon picketing signs marking today's "A Day Without An Immigrant" protest.  The yellow signs had images of families fleeing, and still there were other green signs reading:  "Prepare to Show Your Papers!" 

              

Today there will be picketing and demonstrations against the new proposed immigration emphasizing the laws between the United States and Mexico.  Have some of us forgotten where we have come from?

     

My mother is an immigrant, as well as was her father.  Both of my father's parents were immigrants as well.  I am very proud of my ancestry; it is who I am!  I come from a very hardworking and determined people.  Nope, my ancestry does not come from over the border in Mexico, but that isn't important.  Let us not forget that America is a country of immigrants.  Some of us have come here in boats, planes, and some of us have risked our lives and fled here by foot.  Some of us have come here by free will, while others have fled here as refugees.  Some of us had the correct documents to come here, while still others, for whatever reason, did not. 

           

Did the people on the Mayflower possess a visa?  I would like to know; I'm guessing they did not.  The new immigration laws are a direct attack to ALL immigrants.