Confessions (again)

Updated confession ~

This morning, after eating my cold cereal, my cat Bailey kept coming up to me while I was sitting at the computer desk. Then he would start sniffing, and move closer to the bowl of milk. It really pissed me off (can't stand begging animals) so I put him on the floor, after scolding him, and then washed my bowl so he would have nothing to come after. Much to my surprise, he still kept coming back to me on the desk! He just wanted to cuddle after all! I feel awful for being so mean to him, and accusing him of only being after my milk. :(



Why I feel the need to confess, I have no idea, but here goes...

1. I watched The Bachelor. I got emotionally involved, and the outcome upset me. More than I should admit. *sigh*

2. I lust after my old boss. Even after (heck, maybe especially after) he made a crude comment to me, while I was wearing knee pads.

3. More than once tonight, I called my mother a bitch (in my head only).

Ok, your turn. I only want three confessions. Bob's blog topic from Sunday counts as one for her. :)

Let's not try and pretend we're all angels, k? *looks at Nutz, Arkie and Jen*

Edited to add ~ this isn't really a confession, but I had to share how stupid I am; every time I walk into the bathroom, a grey, small, fluffy feather floats across the floor, making me jump out of my skin, every. freaking. time. I always think it's a spider. The question is, why have I not picked the damn thing up?

Long week!

::warning:: extremely long post ahead (with nothing very important inside)
Read at your leisure. :)

Wow, it's been an insanely busy (long) weekend. I actually started out on Tuesday, taking DD to the mall. I knew if I didn't do it by Wednesday, it would be too late to beat the rush. I went to Sephora and got the Creme Brulee perfume, and also the Pink Sugar perfume. Both are really delicious smelling! I got some hand cream in Bath & Body Works that is called Pink Buttercream Frosting. OMH, if only it were edible! It smells wonderful, and while applying it at a party (more on that later) I had a girl tell me she would make out with me, knowing I smelled liked that. :) I had bought the matching Buttercream lipgloss, but it was $14, and after getting it home and realizing it had no taste, I decided to take it back. It was an impulse buy, anyhow. On Wednesday evening, I met my mother at Kohl's and I bought a dark grey blazer and matching slacks. I hate saying I got a "suit". *shrug*

Anyhow, Thursday was spent at my parents house, with the family. It went fine and was really pleasant.
Finally, Friday came along and I was really looking forward to it. I was planning on going to a friends house where they have a big party every year, on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I usually never take the kids, as the atmosphere is a little less than ideal for younger ones, but this time, another friend that was coming, asked me to bring them, for her own to play with. It started off really badly, with more drama than I ever care to be a part of. Everyone seemed to have an ex going, or someone they were fighting with, or something like that. One girl accidentally was overheard on my answering machine, (friend Jennifer called and didn't hang up when she thought she had) saying something, not actually "bad" about me, but her tone indicated that she wasn't fond of me. At first I was quite miffed, and baffled really, since I had only been around this girl one other time. Then I remembered that the one other time, she had basically accused me of making out with her boyfriend. I later found out that she was mad that *any* other women were coming, because she had brought along a guy she likes, who doesn't like her that way. I commented to my brother later that apparently "Deanna" doesn't like me, based on what I heard, and he, being all protective I guess, called Jen's house and blasted the girls for "talking bad about me". *sigh* I had to do lots of damage control, and tried to reassure everyone that nobody had been saying anything bad, it was just the TONE of the one girl. Ack. At this point, I didn't even want to go anymore, but felt if I didn't, it would only create more tension.

So we went, and at first, I was a wreck. I had been taking lots of medicine all day, trying to fight a headache, and because of the headache, I hadn't eaten all day. The result was a very jittery, shaky me, who was on the verge of a meltdown. *embarrassed grin* When I got there, I was greeted by Angela, who is married to the guy who was especially nice to me the last time I was there, when I drank too much (remember that recent blog update?). She is insanely jealous of other women around her husband, and had even made it known she was unhappy about him and I being there that night. So, I felt the need (pressure) to make nice with her, at least for her DH's sake. Right after seeing her, my brothers ex-GF saw me, and decided I was the only person there who was happy to see her, which meant of course, we had to remain glued together for the night. I had Angela calling me over to her, and brother's ex, begging me to stay with *her*.

My head was pounding, I hadn't eaten, and couldn't drink. I was really ready to head home at that point. Oh, and Deanna, the girl who I assumed didn't like me, wasn't making any effort to say hello to me (nor was I to her), which made me all the more uncomfortable. At that point, I needed a breather, and decided to go to the store. I finally found one (don't know the area) and walked through it having no idea what to get. In the end, I got a 2 liter of Coke (for the rum, of course), and a small package of peanuts. By the time I got back to the party, I was feeling much better.

I saw a boy (man, really) who I knew from when I used to babysit him! It's lovely to be introduced as "my old babysitter". *sigh* He had brought another young man with him, who I had also known when I was younger, and he was a toddler. It was so weird to be hanging out, watching these young men drink and dance and flirt, knowing I was so much older. Of course the group consisted of people varying in age from infancy to 40 maybe? Anyhow, at least I wasn't the oldest. {insert *impending birthday panic* here}

The girl Deanna was walking past me at one point, hours after I had gotten there, and she acted all happy to see me *rolls eyes*. We hugged and made phony nice faces. She is the one who said later she wanted to make out with me, after walking around for ten minutes asking everyone what smelled like cake. (it was me! *smile*)

Another interesting side note (to me) was that at one point, I headed to the backyard to take a phone call, and this lady that I see there frequently made a joke about me needing to "lay on the grass" again, referencing the last time I was there. Frankly, I had no idea she was there last time (lol) and I looked surprised, I guess, because she said, "yes, I was here that night, and I must say, I liked you a lot better that night. It's like you were human". Umm, ouch. I've asked a few people who know me well, about this, asking them what they make of it, and they all pretty much said the same thing. I am a little standoffish at first, and hard to get to know. I'd like to NOT be this way, but I have no idea how to change. :(

We eventually left, very late that night. Lots of people were spending the night, including my brother and his kids, but I was ready to go home, as were my children. In the end, I can say we had a really good time. It just took a while for everyone to relax and enjoy it. Deanna actually followed me out and gave me a hug as I was leaving. Perhaps she forgives me for kissing her boyfriend over 12 years ago? (didn't know he had a GF, btw /defensiveness)

Thank gawd tomorrow is Monday, and the kids go back to school...
and DH goes back to work, and I...*looks at messy house* will play on the blogs and OT! *grin*

Has everyone recovered from the Holiday? Any leftovers to share??

Dirty thoughts

I recently finished reading the most decadent, fun, brain rotting book that I've read in a while. It's called The Bachelorette Party, by Karen McCullah Lutz. I stayed up until 5am Sunday night finishing it. Once I was done, it left me pondering (what? Brain cells were left!!?) something I've often wondered about, but have purposely pushed out of my mind. In the book, Zadie is a 31 year old high school teacher, who is in lust with one of her students. Her and her colleagues would often stand around in the break room, talking about how hot he is.

As inappropriate as it obviously is, it made me wonder, do professionals really do that? It makes me wonder about teachers (men and women alike) and also, doctors. I've always forced myself to believe that when I'm in the hands of a trained professional *whatever*, they keep all human thoughts at bay. But then I thought about one of my best friends (my cousin) who is a nurse, and has shared countless horror stories about the things she's had to do, or see. I for one could not handle being in a position where I had to turn naughty thoughts, off. Not because I'm smutty, tyvm, but because I'm just too human, I guess. When I was talking to DD's teacher recently, I couldn't help but think a couple of inappropriate thoughts. Not because I wanted to um, do him or anything, but because, well, that's what I do. He is a man, after all. *blush*

So, while your doctor is delicately inserting one or more fingers, what are the chances he's NOT thinking something kind of indecent (indecent includes thoughts like, "eww" and "mmmm")? When my gym teacher stared at the girls as we did jumping jacks, was he being a man, or just a teacher? I guess there are not really that many careers where you have to constantly disregard your natural carnal instincts, but for those that do, how do you/they, do it? And what if they don't? I think this book will have me feeling paranoid now, that the people I've always assumed are not allowed to "judge" us, may in fact, be doing just that.

Your thoughts or experiences??

Best blogging subject EVER!

• Ok, so lately, I'll admit to having a hard time coming up with things to blog about. I guess my life is boring. So, you can imagine my happiness when I realized that I had something really interesting to share with you guys! :)
  
  I have this friend, who I'll call Amy (because that's her name) and she decided to have some plastic surgery done, on her face. She was also looking into having permanent make-up applied. *ouch* I was really excited for her, because she's never been very girly, and I thought it would be good for her (is that mean?). Anyhow, the doctor she chose makes house calls, and he came over to go over the details, and all her options. But get this; he brought along with him, a bunch of jewelry, that he sells on the side. WTF? He laid it all out on the table, and said things like, "when your eyes look larger and your brows have been lifted, imagine how these earrings will look". I was not only shocked by this, but very eager to share this with you all, imagining that you'd be as horrified as I was.
  
  So? Here's the problem with this. None of it happened. :( I took some Nyquil on Saturday night, and dreamt for about 11 and a half hours. I woke up, and remembered that I needed to blog, and was actually looking forward to it, when I realized that it hadn't happened. *sigh* I also *don't* know where my missing deodorant is, and the clock on the living room DVD player is NOT wrong, after all (both things that were in the dream). I recently posted about dreams because this is often my life. Confusing reality with them. In the past, I have gone as far as sharing things with people, completely believing it to be true, only to find out later that it wasn't. Gosh how my stomach sinks as I realize something that seemed so real, in fact, was not.

• In other news, I saw The Da Vinci Code. I should have known it would be nowhere as good as the book. I was not impressed at all.

• Oh! I also dreamed about Carey again! *yay* I don't remember the details, but there were lots of women, and I didn't want to leave. That's about all I remember.

***TAR SPOILER***

• I was sad to see the Cho brothers go, as I would have MUCH preferred to watch "Bama" leave. I cannot believe how much I dislike them. However, the Cho brothers seemed ok with everything, since their big goal was to play with dignity (or some other bizarreness).
  

I am in love

Who watches The Office? I think Jim is the most adorable man on TV right now. *swoon*
I'm hoping he gets with Pam, but I can't help but like Karen, too. Who are you rooting for?

Dreaming

I had a lovely dream last night, of my grandparents. Both are dead, so it was really nice to "see" them again. I'm one of those people who dream in vivid detail, often experiencing everything physically, as it happens in the dream (if I'm crying, I'll really cry, etc.).

Did you dream last night? Do you usually remember your dreams? Do you ever confuse reality with dreams? I've done that, and it's so embarrassing! Do you have recurring dreams? Do you try to interpret them? Have they ever affected the way you feel about something, or someone?

"Shabby fat mom shave pubic"

I have a tracker on my blog that tells me how people get to it. Most of them are listed without any referrer (maybe since you have it linked?). I'm not sure how it all works, and I don't check it too often, but I checked it tonight, and it had a hit from someone who found me through google, after typing the words "Shabby fat mom shave pubic". I think I am truly horrified!

In other news, I saw Borat this weekend. I laughed a lot, as much of it was hilarious. There was some truly uncomfortable moments too, as I think momma mentioned in the last post. If you're not easily offended, you might like it.

Completely off topic question for you: What do you put on your pizza? I like either pepperoni and olive, or pepperoni and pineapple. *yum* I was recently brave enough to try some weird chicken pesto combo, though. I'll stick to my kind, tyvm.

This is not good...

::Disclaimer:: I realize that this very well might be the most boring blog post ever, but I couldn't help it. I was so excited at finding the products, I had to share. Sorry!

The Sephora ad came in the mail today. I have a bad feeling that I am going to be over spending, in the very near future. :o I'll be honest, when I get these ads, I normally toss them in the trash right away because a) I don't want to spend the money and b) I'm not usually impressed with what they offer, anyhow. I mean, c'mon, aren't eye shadow and lipgloss colors all about the same anyhow? But today, the colorful and playful cover caught my eye, and inside I went. There is simply too much here to list it all, so I will just list the ones I feel I *must* have.

Do you buy Sephora stuff? Are you suckered into ads because of the great marketing? Are you a fan of sweet (edible smelling) perfumes?

Here is the start of my must have list...

Creme Brulee
Creme Brulee contains warm caramel, vanilla, and butter notes that bring back delicious childhood memories.


















Price ~ $23


Mat;Yellow
The fragrance equivalent of a tangy tropical cocktail, this exuberant blend of fresh fruits has the
notes of: Grapefruit, Nectarine, Passion Fruit, Juniper Berry, Bamboo Sap, Tea Leaves, Watermelon, Lotus Flower, Reed Wood, Crystal Musk. Style:Unexpected. Fresh. Sparkling.

Price ~ $60


Lemon Drops
What it is: A trio of Fresh sugar and lemon-laden favorites in a gorgeous gift box.What else you need to know: Set includes a 2 oz SugarBath Body Lotion in Lemon (soothes parched skin and leaves behind a zesty lemon scent), 0.5 oz Lemon Sugar Eau de Parfum Spray (a refreshing citrus blend), and an 0.34 oz Sugar Shea Butter (a 100 % natural massage balm).

(sorry, no picture. It didn't really show anything)

Price ~ $35


The Ski House *damn it, blogger is done uploading pics now*
What it is: A three-piece, wintertime-inspired gift set.
What else you need to know: After a perfect day on the slopes, your body is tired but you feel amazing and are ready to indulge in a little après-ski fun - and Philosophy's Ski House beckons. Set includes a 4 oz Double Rich Hot Cocoa ultra rich, award-winning 3-in-1 shampoo, shower gel, and bubble bath, a 2 oz Marshmallow Body Souffle, and a .5 oz Kiss Me Pink peppermint lip balm.


Also, there is another set called "The Holiday House" and it sounds really delicious too, with the same stuff but in Eggnog shower gel, Cinnamon buns body souffle and Powdered sugar cookie lip shine! *yum*

Price ~ $35

Sephora Lip Butter Confections
Flavors: Bananas foster, triple layer cake and tiramisu

Price ~ $15


And finally, (because I have to stop somewhere), here is another one that caught my eye.

Pink Sugar, Pretty in Pink set
The scents of the circus, boxed: cotton candy, vanilla and caramel swirl together to create a sweet aroma that's both playful and fun.

Price ~ $35

I can have it all for just over $200!! *off to beg DH now*

Questions and more!

I have many things I need opinions on. So please;

1. What word would you most likely say if your child *or anyone* dropped a heavy can, on your toe?

2. Am I morally obligated to prevent my cat from killing birds (which he proudly brings home to share, after decapitating them).

3. Borat. Anyone know if it's good?

4. The Da Vinci Code. I just finished it (the book). Who has read the book, or seen the movie? Did you love it? Hate it? Why?

5. Self-esteem issues. What are the signs of this? Is it coming off as boastful? Or is it the opposite? This has always confused me.

6. DS made the school basketball team! Yay!

7. How long can you go without sex, before you get cranky? Is it ever an excuse to become an asshole (or bitch)?

8. How long will it take my foot to heal? The one I sprained/twisted almost two weeks ago. It still hurts. *pout*

9. I lost my camera. Where is it?

10. Pogo. Does anyone here play on Pogo? Mahjong Garden? Tripeaks Solitaire? Anything?

All things are not equal...

For example, take this bottle of Malibu Rum. It has a 21% alcohol content. I love this drink. It's cheap, and tasty. I usually drink this, on the rare occasions that I drink. Now, let's consider...






Bacardi Coconut Rum has a 36% content. That is a very important thing to consider, before drinking the same amount you usually drink. I'm guessing that MOST people already knew this. I? Did not. I quickly caught on at about the same time my face became numb, and I announced I was going to go "lie down in the front yard". Fortunately, I was with a very nice group of people, and they suggested I go in the backyard, instead. I laid on the ground (where they quickly brought me a futon thingy) and rambled nonsensically for about an hour. I told the guy who took particularly good care of me, that the moon was cute, and had freckles. I also agreed with him (because he was drunk too, lol) that I would likely become a vampire and bite him.

This was the absolute drunkest I have ever been, in my life. Very new experience for me. I can't say it was a lot of fun, because I really don't like feeling out of control. I was with my brother, at our friends house, and the nice guy who was taking care of me, was our childhood friend, whom I haven't seen much of over the years. I feel pretty stupid now, but I guess it was mostly a novelty for *me* since everyone else seemed to have "been there" before.

The next morning, I was sick (second time in my life I've had *that* happen). I will never drink that much, that quickly, on an empty stomach again. /solemn swear]

How was your weekend?
I want pictures of the Weltek peep meet too! I'm sorry I missed them, and hope they had/are having a wonderful time here in California.

Ok, humor me, please...

Let me explain this picture, because when I found it this evening, I got a huge kick out of reminiscing about the incident. (oh, and notice my very first attempt at "paint")

So, my twins were *totally guessing here* umm, maybe 2 or 3? I'm terrible at guessing. *ashamed* Anyhow, they were in the bath at their grandma's house, and I was mostly in the bathroom with them, but had stepped out long enough to have something *just awful* happen. I was in the hallway, right outside the door, talking to my mom when I heard the most gut-wrenching scream ever! I assumed one was drowning or something. I ran in, and found my DD, much like she is in the picture, except both her legs were scaling the narrow edge of the tub, and she was of course, screaming. Screaming as though I dunno, a bathmonster? had come through the drain or something. She was incoherent. My son, was sitting in the tub, ever so innocently, looking at her as though she had three heads. That's when I noticed it. A piece of poop, floating in the bathwater. *snort*

As you can see in this picture, the poop has been removed (not by me, tyvm, (that's what grandmas are for, I guess)) and has been placed in the toilet, where DS is about to flush it. Can you see the look on DD's face? *lol* I think I peed myself from laughing so hard, at the time. I actually did not know we had photographic evidence of this, until tonight. Blackmail pictures, maybe? *grin* She refused to bathe with him ever again, after this night. What a prissy girly girl. ;-)