Dream of Tomorrow

Assignment: If I could have any movie star/celebrity play me in a movie about my life, who would it be?

The first person who comes to mind would have to be Valerie Bertinelli–Lifetime For Women Queen. I choose her simply because I think she could more easily relate to my life. I mean, if you can be married to guy named Eddie Van Halen, then you can probably play my life story. My life isn’t what you call a rock and roll rapsody however, but more of a Portuguese festa meets disco. Anyway, she’s Italian, has the brown hair/eyes thing going, and people used to say (I am repeated USED to say that I looked like her), so this is about as close to reality as you are going to get. I would choose Kirstie Alley, but I don’t want to get involved with the raging war with her and Rosie, and I am not even close being that big, even though my daughter has a crazy notion that I look like the woman. However, Rosie does look a lot like another family member who has put her own "war" against me, so perhaps I shall let Rosie play her role in the movie of my life. Kirstie will have to lose more weight though to "win" my part, and then she’ll have to duke it out with Valerie. Valerie will be however my number one choice. Lucky her.

My title is a little corny.  It sounds like a soap opera, but I feel it is most appropriate.  As I am reminded almosty daily, MY LIFE IS A SOAP OPERA..(sometimes)  For a theme song, I'm truly undecided.  I've thought of many so far.  Disco theme song of my life, I Will Survive, will be in there tossed with a few others, Strong Enough (by Cher), maybe some Alanis, a little of Nelly Furtado just to put that Portuguese feel, and the happiest song I've ever heard:  This Will Be.--That will be the ending song-when hubby tosses me up in the air. 

Other cast of characters will include the following:  Phyliss Diller, Brad Pitt, Patrick Swayze, Ricky Martin, Prisilla Presley, Nicholas Cage, Rosie O'Donnell, Boy George, Clint Eastwood, Roseanne Barr, Victoria Principle, Andy Gibb, Angela Landsbury, Adam Sandler & Jennifer Lopez.

 

 

 

Someone's Missing A Finger

It's been awhile since I've added an entry, but the only place I seem to have time to make an entry is at work, and sometimes it is close to impossible to access this journal!  Oh well. 

Here is a picture of the Traveling Gnome.  I really love this guy.  You got to love the Gnome.  I once was able to convince the kids that a gnome actually lived at Grandma's house, up in the attic.  For years they believed me, but 'alas, not anymore.  It really is a shame that kids have to grow up and question authority.  It just isn't fair!  Sometimes I wish everyone had a little more imagination.  Why does it have to go away when you get older?  The only hope we have is instilling imaginations of gnomes living in the attic, just so the grown ups can see the look of hope in a little one's eye of the possibility.  You got to love the gnome; I just don't want look like him by the time I am able to take a nice long vacation! 

I want to take a vacation away in a nice warm place where I can put my feet in a waterfall.  One day we will take a cruise to Hawaii.  Next summer, more than likely we'll be going to the Azores.  This summer doesn't look very promising--not after the recent death of the kid's grandma.  I am not in the mood to visit ex-relatives all dressed in black holding a baby on my hip alone.  Disneyland is always an option, maybe a trip to Arizona.  I just hope this is the last summer I have to spend working full time.  We shall see.  I am promising myself that summer will be consist of many trips to the beach, and taking the kids to day trips of museums, and fun things including ice cream and tan and rosy smiling faces. 

Meanwhile, I am having a hard time considering fast food.  After that Wendy's chili finger incident, the drive thru route doesn't seem like an option.  All I can say is "EWW"  That is sooo gross!  It is unbelievable that someone could lose a finger like that with no one not knowing about it.  "Gee...yeah, I was working the machines at the food processing plant, and at the end of the day, I noticed that I was lost a finger!  Gee...I wonder where it could be?!  Oh well, at least I still have 9 fingers left."  Let's just hope that more body parts don't make an appearance later.  I wanted to try the new fruit salad bowl, but now I'm worried that I may find more than just melons, cantelope and grapes.  What's that floating in my ring of yogurt?!  Eeek! 

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Pink Floyd & the Wizard of Oz?

Well, you learn something everyday! 

We have a new supervisor over here, and no one is too happy he is around, so, I decided to be nice and ask him how he liked his new office.  I was not expecting to start a whole conversation with the guy, but it happened.  I guess he was expecting me to scowl at him like everyone else.  Anyway, I've learned a very interesting thing.  He proceeded to tell me that if you start to play Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon CD  at the beginning of the Wizard of Oz at the first roar of the MGM lion, you will see that the music will correspond throughout the film up to the point where the Tin Man is explaining to Dorothy his need for a heart.  Interesting.  This conversation all started when he asked me about my Wizard of Oz calendar.  He told me to look it up on the web, and sure enough, there it is. Kind of errie and strange, but I like it!  Now I need to get a hold of the Wizard of Oz (no, I don't own it), and that Pink Floyd CD. Do you think the kids will mind if I play it as loud as I can while watching Wizard of Oz?  Sounds better than reality TV to me anyway. 

Oh well...time to get off the yellow brick road and work, or at least pretend to.  Just remember that the "The Wizard never gave the Tin Man something he didn't already have."

 

 

Out To Lunch

 

Today I'm meeting a friend from high school for lunch.  I last saw her in October at my reunion, but I really didn't get to talk to her very much at that time.  I was too involved with "I hope nothing goes wrong...", and plus I was pretty exhausted and jumpy because all of the planning involved, that I wasn't mentally there, plus I felt a little overwhelmed.  The day of the reunion I was making balloon bouquets, and decorating the club, and at night, me and my husband were trying to clean up and gather the balloons, that were gladly accepted by one of the alumni's husband who let them go outside.  Not a very responsible thing to do, but he was dressed like a clown so I thought it was appropriate enough.  I'm not kidding, he was dressed like a clown.  I am not the only weird person from my class apparently.  Actually, I discovered that I'm a rather stable and normal person who "hasn't changed a bit" from my high school days.  I don't know if that is good, or bad actually.

Oh well, it will be nice to sit and have a good lunch with an old friend today.  She has gone through a lot the past few years, and I'm grateful that she is still around on this Earth to actually be able to spend sometime with.  Good friends are hard to find sometimes.  There aren't very many people I can really consider as GOOD friends in my life.  But, as they say, all you need is a few.  They are about as hard as it is to find a good husband, and I can swear to you that sometimes I cannot believe how blessed I am to finally be with a good man that I can call my true friend.  :)

 

 

 

Another Day At The Office

Gee, I can't believe that I can actually enter an entry here at work!  My computer at home is so filled with junk, and is so slow nowadays, I can't even access this diary half of the time.  It's almost a miracle I got in here at my computer at work. 

I would rather have a busy day at work than a slow one.  Today is not an exception.  True, I've been here at work for only a few hours doing really nothing work related, only because there isn't anything really to do yet.  No court papers have made it to my cubby hole.  No new criminal files have made it's way to my desk. What a shame.  I'm just so damn bored.  At least I don't have to shuffle papers today--boss lady is gone at meetings again.  Hopefully I will get some work  before she comes in, otherwise I might have to resort to shopping online.  HA.. 

It's a gloomy day outside.  I was seriously thinking of taking a walk downtown, but my feet are cold.  I really should start wearing socks.  I couldn't really wear thick socks today with  the shoes that I have on; it would be condsidered not fashionably appropriate, but then again, who in the hell is going to notice anyway?  I'm just sitting at my desk listening to the radio, and I could be in pajamas and no one would really care.  I must try that one day to see if anyone says anything.  I've gone to work before with two different mismatched set of shoes.  How embarassing.  It was a "senior" moment of mine.  It happened a little before the time when I forgot where I parked my car at the mall.  The saddest part is that this happened to me years ago--in my late 20's, early 30's--hardly to be considered as a "senior" moment.  My life was quite a mess back then; that is my excuse.

My pony tail is still wet, and I can't take off my jacket..it's just too cold.  Do I dare to walk outside and face the cold chill in the air?  I don't think so..the walk to the gas station to get my coffee seems to be the only exercise my body wants at the moment.  The last few days, I've been adding journal entries in my other journal, and right now, I feel like I'm at a loss for words.  I'm written out..so to say.  So, if you want to read a book, go to my other journal.  I'm going to try and add a picture to this now.  Take care, and stay warm.  :)

 

 

It's Friday

It's Friday, and all I can say is Praise the LORD!  It's been a yucky week.  I'm still exhausted from that reunion thingy, and I have finally gave back all ties to the party.  The 13 vases have been returned to the rich aunt, the pictures have been recovered and dropped off, and the collages that I slaved oer for weeks are safe and sound in the garage.  The other stuff is in my trunk, put away until next time.  Next time however, I'll step back and let someone else handle it.  I'm done!  All I need to do is throw away all the carnations/flowers..they are wilting. 

This free jornal is a good thing..I just forget about it sometimes because I keep another free journal at Diaryland, and I don't even know if people read this.  If you do read it, could you let me know?  I mean, I really don't care if anyone reads this or not.  If nobody does, maybe I can write down extremely private things.  Okay, now, you are not going to let me know if you are reading this in hopes I will disclose some awful secret stuff, hey?  Oh forget it, nevermind. 

I love this bunny picture.  It's me and my hubby.  Aren't we just adorable?  It was taken during our early years.  Of course, I didn't know my hubby back then.  Ho hum...  Unfortunately we were with other people at the time.  Do I wish that wasn't so?  Yes, sometimes..  But, who knows if we would be together today if it wasn't for those "other people".  Right?   Looking back is just a waste of time---today is all that matters.  Our past makes us what we are, and if we are more the better person--then it's something that needs to be celebrated.  Learn from past misfortune, but live with what is now and be happy--move on.

Poor Margaret.  Maybe Jody and I should call her up and see if she needs a support group while she goes to trial.  I can't get over how someone so intelligent can make such a silly mistake.  No one's perfect. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday

Hello--

It's another hot day in the city..  The perfect day to take a drive somewhere and just drive and drive...  But where to?  Hmm...  How about Vegas? 

I've only flown to Vegas once.  While in Vegas, someone asked if I wanted to drive back to California.  Let's just say, for a few minutes there I was almost considering it.  Vegas can be a dangerous place; never go to Vegas alone--stay with a bunch of friends that are able to adjust your mental state if it should become any way altered! 

 "You look like a Greek goddess!"  There are a lot of Greek statues in and about Vegas.  Without further explanation...what goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas.  While waiting for my plane to arrive, there was a priest, reading his newspaper at my gate.  I almost wanted to come up to him and confess my sins.  Pretty bad, hey?  Oh the guilt!  Sometimes I feel guilty for even thinking of something bad I could have/would have done.  Minha culpa..minha culpa...  My Catholic, Portugese girl in me comes out now and then and keeps me in line.  It's like having a Portuguese grandmother, sitting on my shoulder wearing a disapproving grin, with a shawl over her head.