Crash And Burn

I'm about to call it a night. Not feeling too well. Not sure if my body is in shock from actually working out tonight or if it's simply from the Hot Tamales I gobbled down during our family game of Old Maid. The two kinda cancel each other out, don't ya think?

I'm a little doomed because I have 4 boxes of candy sitting around. Leftovers from our trip to the movies. We didn't actually eat any of the candy during the movie - we stuck to popcorn. So now it's all  just here tempting me. I've done pretty good though - we've had it since Saturday and I didn't get in to it until today. That's a record for me, by the way.

Another item I'm happy about is the fact that there have been cupcakes in my house since Friday and I've only had one. Just one.

I am glad to have worked out tonight - it feels good. I'm gonna be SO sore tomorrow. I am weak, weak, weak! But any start is a good start, right?

In an unrelated note: my baby girl graduated Kindergarten! I remember when my niece, who graduates high school this year, had her Kindergarten graduation and I thought it was a bit silly - I mean, really, what are they graduating from? They have another 12 years of school left! But then I had M and I've changed my  mind - it isn't silly at all, it's awesome!

It really was such a special day. I don't know, it just seems like it's kinda a big milestone - a first grader! A FIRST GRADER!  Definitely something to celebrate. And she had a blast - they did a big ceremony. They entered in to the march, performed a song and then she got to walk across the stage and get her "diploma". It was so stinkin cute! We made a day of it - went out to lunch, decorated the house, had some cupcakes and got her a little graduation gift.

Tonight, when I was putting her to bed I was telling her a story about a boy who catches the moon to win the heart of the girl he loves. As I was tucking her in I whispered "The boy that wins your heart better bring you the moon." and she laughed and said "No one can get the moon!" and then she looked really worried and said "What if I'm all grown up and no one is able to get it?"

I didn't tell her this but that would be okay with me...

Had a great weekend – garage sale, family time, and celebrating the birthday of a friend.

I am definitely done with garage sales – at least for a while. I think I would rather just donate everything and be done with it.  It’s just not really worth the amount of work of dragging everything out, setting everything up, and wasting most the day sitting around.  Although I did have fun hanging with my Mom and sister – I always enjoy that.  And we did manage to sale almost all of my granddad’s stuff, the big stuff anyway. The rest of the garage sale stuff ended up on the corner in a box.  Goodbye junk!

Then I was out to celebrate a friend. My evening didn’t start so well – as I was getting in my car I looked down and decided my shirt was too wrinkled. So I went back inside to iron it and ended up burning a hole in it. And it was brand new – I never even got to wear it!  I was so mad – such a complete waste!  And I really liked the shirt! Grrrr! It still makes me mad. 

Of course, the company of friends made it all better and we had a good time. I’m still cracking up over some of the silliness. I have the funniest friends – oh my gosh, they make me laugh.

After the night ended I realized I only got two pictures. I guess I just wasn’t on my game because I’m usually taking pictures all night long. 

I got hit by the neon lights...

You know how lot’s of girls do the duck face in pictures? Well, I noticed that I do that when I dance. It’s almost impossible for me not to do it.  It’s a very attractive look. But at least I don’t memorialize it in photos. That’s a positive, right? I do, however, have a ton of pictures of me taking a drink. I’m not sure why – it’s just kinda my thing.  So I think it’s safe to say I have a photo drinking problem…

Crazy Girl

Read a news article today about a man who dumped his dentist girlfriend and then a few days later went to see her for dental care.  Apparently, she wasn't over the break-up because she put him under and extracted ALL his teeth. ALL. HIS. TEETH.

That's some crazy right there.

And stupidity - I mean, really, what was he thinking? I'm not saying he deserved it but it definitely wasn't  the wisest choice he ever made. Scorned? Angry? Bitter?  Well, okay then!  How about you knock me out so I'm in a completely vulnerable and helpless state and take care of this little tooth pain for me...

Yeah, that was going to end well.

I guess he didn't realize her full psycho potential. It's hidden in the best of us; buried deep within the stable, normal, well-adjusted woman. We've all had our moments. I've had more than a few.  And at the risk of looking completely psychotic, here are a few highlights.

No judging.

1. I ran over my boyfriend. On purpose.
That sounds much worse than it was, really. A few days after we broke up I went to his apartment to return his stuff. And he was having a nice romantic dinner with the new girl.  I handed him his box and took off for my car. And he chased after me. I didn't want to talk - what more was there to say?

I tried to leave and he steps in front of my car and says he's not moving until I let him explain. I'm not sure what he wanted to explain but he refused to move. And the only thing I wanted at the moment was to get out of there. So I told him he better move, that I was leaving. And he refused. Then I told shouted at him to move NOW, that I was leaving and he better get out of my way. I told yelled that three times.

And then I took my foot off the brake. And rolled into him.

I really wasn't trying to hurt him; If I had wanted to do that I would have punched the accelerator. But just the fact that my car made contact with his body qualifies as a psycho moment.

2. I staked out the movie theater to catch my boyfriend cheating.
That sounds as bad as it is. But I fell into it by accident.

He had plans with a friend and I went out with my Mom.  We decided to go see the movie Seven. Except I had left my glasses at his house. I called but didn't catch him. Oh well, we'll just sit in the front.

We lived in the same apartment complex so later that night I ran over to his place. I asked him how his night went and he looked at me kinda funny and said "Fine." And then I told him I had watched Seven and asked if he had heard about it. And he had this look on his face. So I start telling him about it, because I was sure he would like it. And then he says "Don't fuck with me." And I was totally confused.

Apparently, he had been at the same movie. With his former fiance.

He thought I had followed him and was playing some kind of mind game.  As he was accusing me of "messing" with him, it all came out.  We sat two rows behind them.  They walked down the aisle, right past us.

Except I never saw them, never had a clue.  If I had been wearing my glasses I might have seen them. If I had been wearing my glasses I wouldn't have had to sit so close... I was in shock. What were the chances of us ending up at the same place? And then him busting himself?

I won't go into how I remained with him after that - that's a post about pathetic decisions, not psycho actions - but one night he called at work, told me not to come over, he wouldn't be home, he was hanging with a buddy. And I knew. So I drove past the movie theater after work and there was his truck. It was unmistakable because his tailgate had been stolen.

I decided I was going to wait. Even though I knew, I needed to see him.  I needed proof.  I was trying to hold onto the hope that it wasn't what it seemed. Simply because I didn't want it to be true.  I waited for a while but then decided I felt a little too crazy. But it definitely qualified as a stake-out. And nothing screams psycho like lurking around in a parking lot trying to spy on someone.
3. I repeatedly looked someone up online.
This is by far the most embarrassing. What makes it so embarrassing is that I knew he was tracking it and that still didn't stop me. It was a combination of curiosity about his life and then later because I simply missed him and wanted to see his face.  I don't know what it was about that guy but I was attracted to him beyond belief and some of that was just trying to figure out why I felt so drawn to him.

I can hope all day long that he gets it but realistically, it just looks psycho.  And how can you recover from that?  Hallmark doesn't make a "Sorry about the obsessive page views, I just kinda miss you" card. Trust me, I looked.

Soooo, that's my ugly.  Hope it was more entertaining for you than for the guys involved...

Burning Down The House

So yesterday wasn't the first fire incident I've had.

It was just the first fire incident I've had that wasn't my fault. The first time it was all me.   I was living with my boyfriend and decided that I would surprise him by making dinner.  He used to make these amazing fried potatoes. I don't think I had ever had them until I met him and I thought they were fantastic. So I decided that I would try to make some of those with dinner.  You know, I was going to make a big country dinner spread - really knock his socks off.  Impress him with my dazzling domestic skills.

Well, I didn't exactly accomplish that...

I was in the middle of cooking when I turned to the sink to rinse off a knife. When I turned back around there was fire.  I remained uncharacteristically calm and grabbed some baking soda, like I had always been told, to smother the fire.  I aimed the box and poured.

And the flames shot up.

Just FYI the baking soda thing only works if you have enough to suffocate the fire - otherwise it acts as a fan and spreads the fire.  At least, that's what happened to me.

In the next second is seemed the whole tiny apartment was filled with smoke. Really it happened in an instant. And then I did panic.  I ran across to our really crappy neighbors, who I KNOW were there, but they pretended they weren't home and did not answer their door.

I ran back inside, frantically found our cat and then this guy was just there, in the kitchen.  I actually didn't see him at first - it was too smokey but I heard him yelling something to me. I had no clue what he was saying - I was just wondering where this man came from.

He worked maintenance at the apartments and happened to be walking by when I ran to our neighbors. I never even saw him. But he ran in and put out the fire and saved the day.

The only thing actually burned were the bottoms of the top row of kitchen cabinets but there was black soot in every single room.  Over everything. But the only thing I cared about right then was that I wasn't totally dressed.  I hadn't noticed until then that I had been running around in nothing but panties and a t-shirt. And I don't know why - but to me, in that moment, that was the big deal.

I quickly came back to reality when my boyfriend got home and saw the place. He couldn't have cared less what I was or wasn't wearing - he was just upset that I almost burned down his house...

Puttin Out Fires

Had a little "incident" at work today.

I was in a closed door meeting with a student when I began to smell something burning. It really just smelt like someone burnt their popcorn.  In the next few moments it got stronger.  Just as I was getting up someone opens my door and as they say "Something's smoking out here." I see a billow of smoke start to drift in from our counselor's office.

I immediately go into emergency mode. I run in and the first thing I think is electrical fire.  It didn't matter that I didn't see a fire - I just start unplugging everything I can see. There was no logic or thinking - it was just reaction.  I'm just trying to get this thing under control. So I'm just pulling plugs as fast as I can.

Then our counselor comes in and explains that a student was using our microwave and apparently the sandwich she was heating was wrapped in something that was not suppose to be put in the microwave. Something that was obviously flammable.  The whole entire floor was smokey and people from the first floor came up because they could smell something. It was bad and I was shocked (but eternally grateful) that the smoke alarm did not go off. Or the fire sprinkler system. Oh my gosh - can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been?

Apparently, it was caught just in time.  The student put her stuff in the microwave and left to go back into our lab. There wasn't anyone watching the food.  One of the mentors came in and happened to notice the smoke. It was really just lucky timing.

So guess who won't be using our microwave any more...

Monday Funday

Happy Monday!

Trying to recover from a busy, busy weekend - I needed just one more day. Just one more, that's all.

Friday evening I took a group of participants to the ballet to see The Wizard of Oz. It was such a good production!  I really think M would have enjoyed it. It made me think about getting season tickets. I don't know if we could squeeze that in but I think it would be fun. For me. Not for the hubby, who is not into that kind of stuff. At all. But I wouldn't expect him to go - it's not his thing.

My mom kept the girls Friday night, since it was guys weekend at the lake.That meant I had the house to myself. All. By. Myself. It's been a loooong time since that's happened. Of course, I didn't get home until after 11:00 so it's not like I had the whole evening. But still, it was nice. I stayed up really, really late and made all kinds of noise - just because I could.

Saturday I got up really early - which did not go well with my late night. The bags under my eyes were almost as big as my ears. It was rough. But I had to meet my sisters to work a family garage sale. We had a whole house full of furniture and stuff from my grandfather's Oklahoma property. It's been in storage for several months and it we needed to get rid of it. At least I got to sit outside and soak up some sun. I was in desperate need of that - not so much for the tan aspect, because it was cold and I was completely covered, but just so I could actually see some sunlight. Being stuck in an office all day kinda puts a damper on that...

I took the girls to a Powwow that night. They got some little tom-tom drums so the rest of the night all I heard was "I yiy yiy yiy" and drum beating. Over and over and over. I'm not too worried though - they'll be onto something new and forget about those drums by tomorrow. And then they might have to mysteriously disappear.

I did cleaning/reorganizing yesterday. We got the Expedition ready to sale.  Not real happy about that - I love my truck and don't really want to sale it. Hubby has never really been a fan - that was my baby and we only got it because I wanted it. But it's a gas guzzler and the mileage is starting to creep up so on the market she will go.  Not gonna lie, I'm gonna miss that ride...

Time to get this day going - got a list of things to be done. Gonna try to knock it out...

Doctor In The House

No, that isn't my way of announcing I'm getting my doctorate degree.  You know, there was a time in my life when that seemed impossible. I honestly couldn't even wrap my head doing something like that.  Then there was a time when I decided that would be my reality.  I was absolutely convinced that was the direction I wanted to go.

Now...well, I just don't know. Goals change, priorities change.  Is it something I want to do? Yes, it is. I'm just not sure how much I'm willing to sacrifice to get it.  It's less time for the girls, who are already cheated in so many ways.  It's more for me to manage, when I am already stretched in so many ways. 

It just doesn't seem like I can fit that into my life right now. Or maybe ever.  And that's okay too.

That doesn't mean, however, that I don't enjoy playing Dr. Mom, which is why I'm so excited - I bought a Otoscope tonight! That's the little ear thing doctors use, in case you didn't know.  I realize my enthusiasm about that says a lot about the level of excitement in my life...but I really am excited.  I've already looked in everyone's ears. Multiple times. And if I could figure out a way to do it,  I would look in my own.

See, it really doesn't take much for me to get excited.

Now, how can I get my hands on a stethoscope?