Monday, November 28, 2005

Desperate Adult Working Student in Search of More than 24 Hours in a Day

I'm out of sass and don't look over here for class
Because simply put school is kicking my ass...

[Hey folks, hopefully I'll be back with a vengeance after the next week and a half. Sorry ya'll, but something has got to give and this is it. Plus, I'm pretty sure all four of my readers won't mind too much. :) We had a good 'ol Southern Turkey Day complete with racist commentary (I think she may have been dumb enough to not even realize she was being obnoxious) and Confederate flags (because Lord knows there's no shortage of those in Southern Virginia). Overall though, we had good food and great company. It was a nice, but an all too fleeting break from the grind. I returned home to a list of items to accomplish including writing two research papers, 3000+ pages of reading and Finals to prepare for. Eeek, they're next week! What the F***? Ok, now I really gotta go. I really do miss ya'll and I'd so rather be shooting the shit with you. So feel free to stop by and share your interesting stories to amuse me or keep me from drowning in a sea of tears or panic-filled sweat beads.]

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Oh...By The Way

Shouldn't you get an automatic day off from it all, if you are walking around so tired that you mistake your dog's breath mints for say...Certs or Tic Tacs? Don't ask...and I'm not telling!

Is it Possible to Fall Apart at the Age of 26...?

- First, let's talk about the back pain. My mid to lower back right along and on the spine has been so tender, sore and gets severely angry when any pressure is put on it. Should I go to the chiropractor...um, yeah...but do I have time for it...No!

- I think it may be safe to say that as I get older I get crazy. Since my wonderful, panic attack ass-kicking pal Zoloft decided to "poop" out on combating evil-moody-angry-sad-crazy-crying Lisa, my doc has now added Wellbutrin to the mix. Double dosing on crazy pills must really mean I have issues, huh? hehe. See, I'm even high maintenance when it comes to head meds. But hey, at least I'm consistent.

- Yeah, so wore what used to be one of my fave VS bras today. No sooner did I get home and rip it off because the damn thing was digging into my skin. Um, apparently it's not bad enough that my waist and tummy are rebelling against me but whatever the hell that area next to your boobs and under your armpits is called is too. (And shut it- yes, I have an elliptical right in my living room that's brand new, but hey no happy pills = lazy, damn my ass is expanding Lisa.)

- At what point do you go through your closet and get rid of all your skinny clothes and just admit that, eh...I'm never getting those over my ass or to button again? Just curious, not that I'll do this...because damn it that would leave me with ample closet space and being that I am a woman I feel that is imperative that I keep super cramped closet as to not disturb the natural order of the universe. Besides, if I give up precious closet space, Burger-Butt might think he's actually allowed to store clothes in our closet rather than in the spare bedroom. Haha! (Oh, before you go...awww, poor Sean...it was his idea and it's not like our house is that big. His clothes only take an extra five seconds to walk to. Although, they are in the room with the litter box. Oops! Ok, so maybe I am an evil wench..but a loveable one with a pretty, pretty ring that sparkles oh-so-much and damn I should of got me one of these a long time ago.)

Love ya honey! Thanks for putting up with me and helping me retain what little sanity I have left.

P.S. I take no responsibility for grammar/spelling errors or rants that came out of nowhere due to lack of sleep and crashing on one work project or school assignment after another. Is this really all necessary? I just want to open up a darn doggy day camp center. Yes, I'm serious. Animals, so much better than humans. :)

Monday, November 14, 2005

Seeing Double

So we took another road trip this past weekend. This time our destination was VA Beach for Sean's little cousin Baby Boy J's baptism. It was a weekend filled with adorable babies and their cute chubby cheeks and heart-melting smiles. I also got to meet little cousin Baby Girl G for the first time. She is just the sweetest thing ever! So playful, smart and curious. She was more than content to just entertain herself. She is 9 months and Baby J is 7 months. It's crazy how at that age, two months makes a big difference as far as their development and mobility, but a year from now you won't even notice the age difference. Baby Girl G can't wait to get this walking thing down. She does this little baby booty engine rev up as she begins to crawl and keeps looking for things to pull herself up. Baby Boy J, at this point can get in the crawling position, but isn't sure what to do or where to go quite yet. He loves to be tickled though. And his little ears that stick out- so darn cute! (They remind me of Sean's baby pics...hehe) Of course, all this just helped to spike my baby fever. Shhh, don't tell Sean! Haha. I know, I know, we really should at least get through the wedding first.

We got to see Sean's wonderful parents who flew in from Florida for the baptism and they spoiled as us usual. Not letting us pay for anything and refusing to take back money they gave us for gas. Being around them is so wonderful, but also just a little surreal because they're definitely more nurturing and parental than anyone in my family. :) But that would explain why Sean is the great guy that he is.

So we got into VA Beach a bit later than expected on Saturday and didn't have time to check in to the hotel before the baptism. We decided to change for the baptism at Sean's Cousin K's house. I laid my clothes down on the bed in the spare bedroom and then went out to get my make-up bag from the car. When I came back in Cousin K's sister-in-law came up to me and said, "Nice pants that you're wearing tonight, for a second I thought they were mine and I couldn't figure out how they got on the bed". Yep, that's right! We were twins..well almost. Damn GAP stores! And it's not like her and I live in the same area. She lives in San Diego. Ok, so fine whatever, at least our shirts were different. I was wearing a white shirt and she was wearing a black sweater...thank goodness. Oh, and of course when I went in the room to change and saw her pants sitting on the bed too, I just had to take a look at them to see what size they were. Yes, total neurotic chick thing to do. I should really learn not to be nosey. They were a teeny tiny size 2. Yeah, if she wasn't so sweet I would have to hate her for having just as good taste as me, but being able to fit in pants several sizes smaller than my size 8. Which by the way, I just bought and are now snug. Dear God, when will my body stop rebelling against me and just allow me to fit in my clothes comfortably again without having to unbotton my pants anytime I sit down. Damn Boston Market and their sweet potatoes are the root of all evil!

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

If You're Expecting Wit or Sunshine...Look Elsewhere

So the last six days have been a blur. I've forgotten what it's like to not be a raging-stress-a-holic. Did I mention that my lovely happy pill meds have decided to go into "poop out" effect? Yes, folks apparently that's the smarty pants medical term for it. So the big plan was to get into the doc this week to get on something else, but of course both school and work have conspired against me to make that impossible. I'm telling ya, I was not made for this hectic, high pressure, over-demanding lifestyle. I was meant to be a lady of leisure. Haha!

Let's see in other news, here's just a recap of the last few days:

Friday- Call grandmother to have a rational, calm, adult discussion about a matter of some contention. Yeah, I so knew that wouldn't happen. Let's just say there was cursing involved (on her part not mine, c'mon I'm a lady) and she hung up on me. So yeah, typical crazy Mexican grandma behavior.

Sunday- Went to church and listened to kick ass guest speaker. She was a very wise woman and totally in synch with the way I think. Ahh, so refreshing considering that Burger-Butt spends half his time looking at me cock-eyed like I'm crazy and he can't believe my mind actually works the way it does. We met with the Pastor afterwards to make sure that he was willing to officiate our wedding. We spoke with him before briefly, but we just wanted to double check that he was willing to marry us and that it could happen in the church. (We weren't sure if the whole already living in sin thing would maybe be a problem....yeah, talk about awkward situation.) He noted that while yes, he would prefer that we weren't living together, we already are so shouldn't he encourage making it legit with marriage (or something like that). All I know is he said yes and we can get married in the church and we didn't get made to feel like heathens and happy, happy, happy!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Inquiring Minds Want to Know...Ok, So Maybe It's Just Me

- Why does Sean only wear socks that look as if they are from his grade school days? They're too small, smell rank and have huge gaping holes where his heel and toes are. (Yes, we've bought him new ones, but they sit in his drawer lonely and unused.)

- Why does Baden only attempt to hump me and never Sean? Although, Baden does try to distribute the raunchiness evenly. When we're in bed, Baden always makes sure that his ass is directed towards or next to Sean's head. Oh, and this is usually when he begins to fart. Baden burps, however, are saved for mommy. He'll draw me close with the pretense of puppy licks and then belch in my face. Yummy.

- How is it possible for a 13 pound cat more specifically, Mr. Tiny-Tigger-Toes Kitty, to stomp around upstairs and make floor boards creak? Dare I even wonder what he is doing? Probably plotting world domination.

- Why do my eyes only start itching when I lay down in bed and am trying to sleep? Might I be allergic to Burger-Butt?

- By all that is holy on this earth, when oh when, will my damn ears stop aching? I miss sleeping on my side and pillows, dear sweet lovely puffy pillows!

- Why does Baden insist on dragging dirty clothes from the hamper upstairs into the living room downstairs. His preferred clothing of choice- my underwear or Sean's socks. Yeah, it's a toss up as to which grosses me out more. (Disclaimer: Not that the panties are funky, but eeew putting someone's underwear in your mouth.) I know, too much info.

- Hmm, I wonder how many people will search for panty funk and stumble across this post. Who is more disturbing, me or them? hahahahaha

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Dammit...Respect My P'ness!

How did I forget to tell my favorite internet peeps about this? So a few weeks ago, Sean and I had our first premarital counseling session with my fabulous, sweet and wise as can be therapist. She decided to start out by giving us the Myers Briggs Personality Tests. Well, as we already knew...Sean and I were on opposite sides of the spectrum on oh pretty much everything.

In particular, we were polar opposites when it came to this:
Structure: In dealing with the outside world, do you prefer to get things decided or do you prefer to stay open to new information and options? This is called Judging (J) or Perceiving (P).

Sean is a total J-person, and me..well, I'm just a little 'ol P. Wonderful therapist lady was telling us how important it was that we respect each other's differences. And of course, since my mouth usually runs faster than my brain, I blurted out....

"Yeah Sean, so you better respect my P'ness!"

D'oh! Sean got his usually Lisa-put-her-foot-in-her-mouth-yet-again-oh-why-doesn't-she-think-before-she-speaks face. Think I embarass him much?

Ok, My Fellow Wise Liberal Loud Mouths....

First off, thanks Gary for bringing the urgency of this matter to my attention and for spreading the message. I'm happy to do anything I can to help and it's so simple. It took me five minutes to send an email to Bush and the VA elected officials.

So head on over to this website and type in your zip code. It's that simple. I've even copied my message below. You're more than welcome to use it and I promise I won't even charge ya a copyright fee. ;)

As your constituent, I urge you to oppose and stop the proposed Marriage Protection Amendment. We have fellow American citizens putting their lives on the line daily in Iraq in an effort to help spread democracy and advance human rights. It is abhorrent and hypocritical that we would not be doing the same within our own borders. Prejudice and discrimination is wrong in any form. All people, regardless of sexual orientation, are entitled to equal protection and representation by our elected officials. I urge you to remember that you have a duty to all American citizens, not just those of heterosexual orientation.

Oh, and don't even get me started on this ignorant, rude, thoughtless and insensitive Judge in Prince George's County. This article contains the transcript from the court hearing. The condescension and lack of compassion on the part of Judge Palumbo is outrageously evident.