Friday, April 28, 2006

Linky link link link...and some strange google hits

As for Google hits- we're getting some funny ones:

  • Elmo is a retard. (yes, I know, but the kiddies love him!)
  • Me in a bunny suit. (Not ME, but someone really typed the word 'me'. My question is- if you came into my site looking for that, why would I have a picture of YOU in a bunny suit???)
  • And another person looking for ELmo getting killed. Hope they were satisfied with my son runnng him over with a truck. If not, sorry.

Feeling nostalgic

Pictures of us as we were getting ready to leave the hospital.
Please excuse my hair, I had just squeezed a child from my loins. And that's probably the only picture you guys will ever see of me, I hate taking pictures. (Am I everything you've ever dreamed???)LOL.

Well, in a week my son turns the big 18...months, that is. I was looking at him play yesterday, and he seems so grown-up already. I know he has to grow, but where did my baby go? Since another baby is not in our horizon (anytime soon anyway) I'm trying to hold on to this time, but he seems to grow so much each day, with new words and just doing things himself. (He can almost put his own socks on.) Where's the pause button???

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Some freebies!

Anybody like freebies? Well, now I know two bloggers that loooove to give stuff away. The newest one is Supermom. She has a blog dedicated to just helping people (and herself) get out of debt. Check it out! And if you get any of the freebies, let me and her know how they worked out. I think I'm sending out for the Olay products, my mother swears by them so I'll try them.

Special guest star: Daddy!

There was a day sometime last week that was a miracle day. I was laying down with the baby, who was about to drift off to Slumberland. Daddy was manuevering around the house, I wasn't paying too much attention. I got up to go to the bathroom once the kid had fallen asleep and lo and behold!!! Would you believe me if I told you he changed the toilet paper roll? Not just took out a new roll and placed it on top of the thingie, or placed it on top of the toilet-but actually took the cardboard thing off and put the new roll on. Whoa. That was a shocker, he never does that.
Wait! It didn't end there. I went to throw Little Man's diaper out- and he had taken the garbage out! And put a new bag in! Holy shit! If he hadn't already laid down to sleep, and if the baby wasn't sleeping, I would have cheered and thrown a party. But I didn't say a word. He knew I appreciated it, he's finally starting to see how hard it is to work and maintain a household at the same time. All I wanted was some justification and I'm not going to be an asshole and rub it in his face.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Happy Whatever-you-call-it Day!

Doesn't this cartoon remind you of what you want to do sometimes? Administrative Professional's Day Happy Whatever-you-call-it Day to all the administrators out there, your work is appreciated. Without us, who would take all the shit people have to dish out? Who would know where the closed files are? Who would handle all the crazies?
To those who have administrators, show them some love. (My boss had "forgotten" what today was till one of the other girls reminded him.) We try our hardest to get things flowing for you, to keep those crazy people at bay, and to make everything as easy as possible.
*Update- I went to lunch with two of the agents that I like here, and my bossman joined us. Came back to my desk to find a beautiful plant and a nice card from the bossman. No 20's, Nita, maybe next year.

You just can't look away

Here are some pictures of (what's left of) one of Daddy's friend's car. He was in an accident about two weeks ago, and he got the car towed to his house so he can take the motor out and put it in another car. (Die-hard car guys.) He ended up hitting a pole backwards (car spun out at a turn, he was obviously going too fast.) Thankfully there was no one in the backseat, they surely would have died. He is fine, he got a few stitches over his eye and has a couple of scratches here and there. He had to cancel his physical test for the police academy because he was in pain, but he's already signed up for the next one. In the last picture you can see that the exhaust system is perfectly intact. Stupid exhaust systems rust out all the time, but hit a pole and they survive...

Tuesday, April 25, 2006


I just answered the phone: Good afternoon, company name here, how can I have it?
I really really have to stop reading blogs while I'm answering the phone.
(The line I was reading was : I will have it.)
The guy must have thought we were a phone sex service. Thank God he didn't tell me how I could have it...

May Breakfast

My boss has planned a May Breakfast for both offices. Together. That's about forty agents. And three administrators. And most likely his wife and cute little dog. So when he first mentioned the idea of a May Breakfast, I thought his wife will never cook for that many people. Then he told me how it was going to go down. There is a restaurant right down the block from my office that my boss frequents when he is on this side of town. They are one of those exclusive restaurants that open at one and serve $18 salads. (I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that is ridiculous.) Anyhoo- my boss has somehow convinced these people to open up for us at 9 a.m and cook us breakfast.
Apparently they like my boss, because they didn't even think twice about it. So we're having May Breakfast at a very exclusive, very uppity restaurant where my boss will pay for the breakfast of forty plus people. I'm sure they're giving him a deal, but that still seems like it'll be about a million dollars. It's times like this that I think I should get into this real estate thing, but in about five minutes the phone will ring and I will come to my senses and say Fuck. That.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Everyone comes here for Elmo

I got one of those site meters. I get a kick out of reading the funny searches that bring people to the blogs I read. So I said "Hey, I wonder what people are looking for when they accidently hop onto my blog."


Why would I think they would be looking for something else? Of course, there have been some strange requests:

  • Elmo dressed like a Pimp. (?)
  • Killing Elmo (Big Bird is plotting...)
  • Lalalala shut the fuck up (yeah, sometimes I wanna say it, too)

But basically everyone is looking for Elmo. Sorry to disappoint. So-I took some pics of my boy and his favorite monster.

Here he actually looks like he's trying to run Elmo over with the monster truck. So I guess that covers killing Elmo.

Next is the sleeping bag my mother got him for Easter, you know, since he goes camping ALL THE TIME. Notice in the first pic he doesn't actually want to lay ON the sleeping bag...and I would also like to point out that the sleeping bag is thrown on my kitchen floor as I'm trying to cook something that resembles food. And in the second pic he is trying to get his binky in Elmo's mouth. (that covers the 'shut the fuck up' part.) The Elmo in the truck pic is the cooperative Elmo, taking the binky, the sippy, crackers, shoes, fingers...the sleeping bag Elmo, not so much.

And yes he was running around in a diaper and a T-shirt. It was a rainy Saturday. And the T-shirt was the only thing he would let me touch him with.

So if anyone happens upon here not looking for Elmo, I'll let you guys know.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Friday, Friday, Friday

It's Friday, it's gorgeous out. Daddy has tomorrow off and it's going to rain. So we have worked an entire week that every single day has been beautiful, and the weekend is going to be crappy. Oh, the joy of working forty plus hours!
So I'm on a search to find stuff to make everyone smile at least a bit today. I need it, so I'm forcing it on you.

  • I wonder how she would react if she actually won something big! (gotta love her laugh, really!)
  • Lucky Lady. At least she'll spend her last years very, very happy.
  • Even I park better than this.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

I think we set a new record here. (*updated*)

  • Yesterday, 5 p.m I call an agent to inform her that a fax came through and there is a list of certain paperwork that needs to be sent to the lawyer. I go home. Today, 10:28 a.m, that agent calls me and SAYS to me "I received a fax there yesterday with a list that I need to send to the lawyer." Yeah, lady, I left that message for you yesterday on your voicemail. "So, I guess I'll have to go in and look at the list so I can get the papers in order..." She's not being the least bit humorous about this, she's not joking. Me: "Yeah, I guess you do..." I don't know what the hell else to say. Her: "okay, I'll be in later then."

Sometimes I wonder about these people. But wait it gets better:

  • 10:30 a guy calls and says: "Hi, Alicia Somebody-or-other?" Me: No, this isn't Alicia- Him: (cutting me off)"Okay I'll call back later then." Hangs up before I can tell him there is NO Alicia here and, well, I still won't be Alicia when he calls back.

I should start recording these phonecalls and posting them here, you guys would love it.

  • And of course I can't forget the asshole Caffeine that I love oh-so-much. He sent a paper to the other office so our bossman could sign it, and now he comes to my desk asking me where the paper is. How the fuck would I know, do I work at the other office? "Well I need that paper in forty-five minutes." Not my problem. "Can you call the other office and see if they can drop it off in the next half hour?" So I call the other office, it's signed and ready to go but our boss isn't there and no one else can bring the paper. I tell him this. "well, why not?" "Because everyone there is busy. But you can go pick it up, it's signed." "Well, no I don't want to do that, why can't (bossman) come drop it off?" I'm losing my fucking mind here. "(bossman) is NOT. IN. THE. OFFICE. How would he drop it off if he doesn't have it with him?" He mumbles something about nothing ever getting done. "Well, I can't hold (bossman's) hand. If he's not in the office, then he's not in the office. The paper is signed, you know where the other office is..." I swear not ten minutes has gone by and he's already come to my desk five times to ask me to remind them to drop the paper off TODAY.

I hate him. He's leaving the office at the end of the month, and I couldn't be happier. And the thing that gets me the most is that this asshole will talk so much shit and try to yell at me, but as soon as the boss comes he's all smiles and has his tail between his fucking legs. He must get a kick out of yelling at me, but as you can see I don't let it happen. My boss doesn't care, he knows the stupid guy is a punk bitch.

OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN LUNCH YET! I'm sure there will be additions to this list.

***updated to add- Daddy surprised me by showing up to take me to lunch. He didn't even know I was having a bad day till he walked in. The relief I felt was...indescribable. (I know I spelled that wrong). Anyway, I took Daddy to that place with the kick-ass Chicken Caesar Wraps, and an hour away from the office really helped.
But of course- The asshole came to my desk at about 2:30 to ask me for that goddamned paper again. I just looked at him and I wanted to laugh out loud. I said "Well, (bossman) came to the office about five minutes before I went to lunch and he had the paper in his hand. Did you check your mailbox???" The idiot was so ready to talk shit to me again, but he went and checked his mailbox and lo and behold ! The paper was there!!!!!!! He left the office without another word. Stupid ass.

Okay I'm better now.

Last Night

  • Last night I wanted to kick Little Man's ass. He didn't want to sleep. My sister wore his ass out during the day, she had brought him to the park and we both took him out to dinner and when he got home I stripped him and put him down and he didn't even stir. Then at 2:30, the magical hour, he gets up. Doesn't want to be in the crib anymore. Yes, we have started on that again. He had been sleeping in the crib all week without incident, I didn't want to mention it so I wouldn't jinx it. So whatever, I wanted to sleep not listen to him scream so Daddy brings him into the bed, and instead of just laying down he decides he has to sleep on top of Momma. Specifically on my head. So I'm all "Little Man, lay down." "Little man, go to sleep." "Little Man, get off Momma's head." for the next hour or so. Ugh. Then, Daddy starts sneezing non-stop. He kept sneezing for a good half hour before his intelligence kicked in and he went to get some Sudafed. (The same Sudafed he didn't want when I offered to get it for him. Retard!) Needless to say I wanted to break the alarm clock when it went off.
  • Last night I kinda told my sister about this blog. I didn't give her the address yet, because I'm kinda iffy about someone I know reading it. It's not that I've got anything to hide, or am ashamed of anything I write here...I don't even know what it is. I told her about the CHBM and about how I've "met" some great people, and she's all like "hey, where can I sign up?" So my sister may be joining the blog-o-sphere and then she'll really be all in my shit. (I think I hooked her by telling her about the amazingly delicious cookies I received.) So I guess I will be giving my sister my blog addy and we'll see what happens. She may print it out and hold it against me forever. She is evil that way. (Have I not mentioned this is the sister that told me my mother found me in the garbage and kept me because she felt bad for me? But that nobody really liked me? And I have no real family? Have I not mentioned that? I will have to tell that story sometime, maybe later on today.)

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Babies, babies, everywhere!

Well-wishes for this family. May they be able to grow healthy when they are separated. (beautiful girls, aren't they?)

Congrats TomKat. Even though, I still think her belly was fake and this is all some type of scheme.

Congrats to Brooke Shields, who doesn't have her own story in Yahoo!, but she also had her little girl yesterday. Ironically it is said she gave birth in the same place as Katie. Ha, jokes on you Tom, betcha didn't expect that one.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Oy. It's been a loooong day...

Five minutes ago a fax comes through, I call the agent it belongs to and this is what I said: "Hi, it's Diana I just wanted to let you know the inspection report for (insert address here) just came through the fax. The buyer has some requests."
Agent: So a fax came through?
My Blank Stare at nothing, since the IDIOT was not in the office to receive it.

Two minutes later he calls me back.
Agent: So the fax...did it say if the buyer had any requests?

Holy Mother of Whoever-it's time for me to go home. Watching The Clock

A grand day at the Grand Prix

I was so happy to hear Daddy's voice on the phone yesterday before I left work. He is not one to call me fifteen times a day, he's busy at work, so we will maybe talk once during lunch or something. Anyway, he called and said "Hey, we should go to the Grand Prix today." I'm thinking Dude, it's Monday, and we don't get outta work till five and by the time we get the baby it'll be almost six. Then I would have to go home and change into jeans because there's no way I'm going in heels, then the baby will have to eat... but I said "Okay, that sounds fun. Let's go." He called me about an hour later to tell me he had gathered the troops, several friends of ours would be joining us for some Impulse Monday Fun. The baby was fed and I was in jeans and we headed to the Grand Prix with great expectations. Obviously, the boy didn't get on any of the cars, but he loved watching me and Daddy on them. We took turns staying with him on the sidelines and he would wave and cheer as we passed. We played several games in the arcade, putting Little Man on our laps to drive the race simulators and put him on the "real" motorcycle. He dropped coins into the "Everyone's a Winner" games and squealed when tickets came out. He waved at the cute little girls. He waved at the cute not-so-little girls. He was asleep before we left the parking lot.
After I read that news story yesterday, I needed that outing. And I read another scary one today, and it makes you think. All the "What if's" come flood your mind, and you just want to grab the kid and hug him till he pushes you away. Then when he pushes you away, you still want to hug him more. Life is scary, it's short. You just never know. I know I have some anger issues I need to work on, and I need more patience with my son, but I can only do it one day at a time, right? So yesterday, I didn't yell at my son. I didn't lose my temper at anyone. I just had fun with my family and some friends.
Taking it one day at a time, hoping to have many days to take...

And then he kissed me!

Cheeze Puff Face/Hands. Classic recipe for a great kiss. He ate some cheese puffs (or mashed them all over his face) and kept wanting to kiss me. I let him, why not? Gotta have fun now while he still WANTS to kiss me.

And no, his eyebrows still have not grown in.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Hope everyone had a great weekend...

of course someone has to be a great asshole and do this... I really, really, really hope, for the sake of that poor boy's mother, that the shooter can at least come forward and turn himself in. My heart is breaking for this family, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sorry this had to happen to you. RIP, little David.
***Added- you know what, scratch that. They were NOT at the wrong place at the wrong time, they were just trying to enjoy their Easter. The assholes who were arguing like children were the ones who were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Nita did this to me...

She sent it to me via e-mail, but I'm the retard that's going to post it here, because I feel that I don't really talk about ME here, (except when I'm pitching a fit over something.) So get to know me a little more- because the list of weird things just wasn't enough to scare you away...

Four jobs I have had in my life:

  1. Waitress
  2. Hotel housekeeper (yuck, and BLECH!)
  3. Security person for a department store (that's a story!)
  4. Administrator

Four movies I could watch over and over:

  1. Dirty Dancing
  2. Scarface
  3. Carlito's Way
  4. Italian Job
Four places I have lived:
  1. Puerto Rico
  2. New York
  3. Connecticut
  4. Rhode Island

Four TV shows I love to watch:

  1. Sex and the City (yep, the reruns)
  2. Friends (yep, the reruns)
  3. Sesame Street (I'm forced to, but I still secretly love it.)
  4. Pinks (a racing show Daddy and I are into where people race for pink slips. It's great.)

Four places I have been on vacation:

  1. Puerto Rico
  2. Puerto Rico
  3. Puerto Rico
  4. New Hampshire (camping, loved it!)
Four web sites I visit daily:
  1. all the blogs I stalk
  2. Yahoo! News
  3. MLXchange (real estate crap)
  4. Any site with games
Four of my favorite foods:
  1. Lasagna
  2. Pasteles (Supermom, you know I had to mention them!)
  3. Raw veggies with Ranch dip
  4. French Fries (ate them literally EVERY DAY while I was pregnant.)

Four places I would rather be right now:

  1. Home, sleeping
  2. At the park with Little Man
  3. Getting my car fixed. (Please don't ask, I'll bite your head off.)
  4. Anywhere but here! (work- it's gorgeous out! TGIF!!!!)

So now you know just a little more about me. I've drilled another hole in my wall, and let you peek in.

Happy Easter Ya'll

I would love to put this pic on my profile, but alas, I am a computer idiot and can't figure out why my profile pic has to come from a website (if Latteman has any suggestions...)...So I present you with a "picture" of me in a bunny suit.So Happy Easter. May you stuff yourselves with ham and other delicious food this weekend. I will add some stuff to this post as the day goes on. But, in the words of Tigger, TTFN!

***Edited at 2:54 p.m- five minutes before i'm due to leave the office...
HOLY MOTHER OF SOMEONE I TOTALLY FORGOT TO TAKE MY SON TO GET HIS EASTER BUNNY PICTURES TAKEN!!!! Now I have to figure out which day I want to spend three hours in a friggin' line waiting for a pic with the or tomorrow? This happened to me at Christmas and I didn't even go get his pic with Santa taken, what kind of a mother have I become!?!? He will grow to hate me for not having these important photos of him...

And can I also say I have yet to give/mail ONE of his Christmas photos that we had professionally taken and paid MONEY for? Yeah, they're still sitting in their envelope somewhere in my cluttered house...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Our New Niece

Here she is! All 6 lbs 13oz, 18 inches of her! She wouldn't move her hand away from her face long enough for us to take the picture, this was the closest we could get. She has a head full of dark hair, and when she makes faces she actually looks like my Little Man. As of yesterday my SIL's milk still won't come down, so she's been getting frustrated and the bottle is what she's taking. (After pumping four times yesterday my SIL got ONE ounce out. Collectively.) But she's a hungry baby, and I think she almost took four ounces yesterday at one feeding...gotta love her. I'm going to go see her this weekend, hopefully I can get her hands away from her face!

And something I wanted to share, last night my son was drinking juice from his sippy, and in trying to get him to say juice more (it's so cute "joosh") I asked him what he was drinking. He moved the cup a bit to the side and POINTED at the juice. I laughed so hard. He didn't want to stop drinking to tell me, I guess. So I took a picture. I asked for it...

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Because I really want to share this with you....

The Pajama Mama made me do this. She really did. Now if I lose both of my readers because of my weirdness, I will stalk her and try to steal her readers. HA! So in response, I'm cooperating, and tagging Melissa because she loves it, and supermom, because I want to know if she has any weird habits. I don't know of anyone else, so again (like the other times) if you want to be tagged, then play along. Just let me know so I can read it and not be so ashamed of my weirdness. The line is "LIST SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT YOU".
Crap. Here goes.
  1. when I get out the shower I always have to dry myself with the towel facing the same way. Like I have to use the towel with the tag up on top so I know I'm always using it the same way. (OCD?)
  2. when I drink out of a paper cup, it has to be at the seam where the cup is glued to itself. I don't know why. (OCD?)
  3. when I eat my food, everything has to be in an equal portion. So if I run out of meat before anything else, I'm done eating. The exception being small servings of veggies or something. Mostly it's with the main part of the meal, which in my hispanic household it's usually meat and rice. (OCD?)
  4. When I'm angry I clean. Obsessively. My mother is the only person (until now) that knows this, and knows when me and Daddy have it out because the house is spotless. We haven't fought in a while (that just jinxed the hell out of us) so the house is kinda messy. Hey I have a toddler who throws things!
  5. I got this one from my father, and didn't know it until recently when my mother told me. If you fold a napkin in half, and then in half again, and then again you will have a corner that is kinda sharp, but still soft enough for you to touch. I do this with all napkins, play with them. You will always see a rumpled napkin in my hand, and it's not just to wipe my son's face/hands. (OCD?) Daddy laughs about it, but he hands me fresh napkins whenever we're out now.
  6. I can't sleep if Daddy's not home. Even if I know where he is and what he's doing I just can't sleep.

So that's enough of my weirdness. New readers, (and old) don't hold any of this against me. At least I'm not out in public with a pot on my head singing jingle bells in my nightie. (Hey, there's a sight, huh?) Let me know if you did this!

Writing Collabo Number Dos

An entire weekend?
I would catch up on all the sleep I haven't gotten in the past year and a half, because I really don't think I would do anything else. It's different with me, since I work 40 hours a week i don't get to spend much time with Daddy and Little Man. When I come home it's cooking time, and then before you know it, it's soon Little Man's bedtime and Daddy is dead tired from work (YAY!) so we all crash. Our weekends are just that, OUR weekends, where we do everything and anything together as a family. So if I had an entire weekend to myself, I would just sleep because if I did anything else I would miss them too much. I'm so pathetic. But that's my answer.
Check out the rest of the CHBM who wrote their answers for this collaboration...there's some good reading there.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

On Withdrawal...

I came into the office yesterday and tried to log on to my computer so I can start my day (with actual work, I had lots to do...) and the internet would not connect.
So I couldn't do any work, I couldn't read my e-mail, I couldn't blog, I couldn't even read the news from around the world. My boss was livid, because the guy he hired to come in on Saturday to fix ONE computer ended up knocking our whole wireless system out. So the guy had to come in yesterday and spend the day with me and my boss doing what should have been checked on Saturday before he left. Let me tell you, no real estate office should be without internet because that would be the day that everyone and their mother wants to call about this house or that house...
So I spent the day yesterday reading the boring old local newspaper, watering the plants that I've left to die, and pretty much just hanging out. At least if I don't have anything to do any other day I look busy- but yesterday it was laughable. I was desperate for something to do. And of course it was unheard of that I go home early...
But my boss made sure the guy fixed my wireless, the bad news is that now all the other computers are going to have to get hard-wired because for some reason, they won't connect to the wireless...
So I'm back. And I don't have pics of my New Niece (that will be her name here, even though we were calling her No-No in the hospital because every time someone asked if she had a name you would hear "No, No" from everyone else in the room.) yet, because I have to upload them. And since I have some work to catch up on, they may not come till tomorrow...

***Asshole. Pleading not guilty. Asshole.

***I'm sorry, but who the hell gave 911 operators the right to determine which calls are fake? Just send the fucking cops or ambulance out! Then yell at the person who might have made a prank call. But that little boy who was doing what his mother taught him by calling 911? And watched his mother die? Because the bitch on the phone thought he was "playing on the phone"??? She could have been saved!!! What is wrong with you? Fucking people in this world, seriously. SERIOUSLY! FUCK!!!!!!!!

Friday, April 07, 2006

Some strange numerology and a welcome!!!!!!*UPDATED*

There is something strange in Daddy's family. All the grandkids have been born on the seventh of the month. All different months, but always the seventh day. The first was Princess Niece- December 7th. Then Little Daddy, June 7th. Little Man, November 7th. Today is April 7th and my SIL is in the hospital with contractions five minutes apart. All of us were due towards the end of each month, but gave birth early...she isn't due till the 18th. Seriously we find it a blessing of some sort. We call the kids [Their Grandmother's] angels... Angel 2
So for my SIL (who was worried she would mess up the cycle) if you have that baby today, I'm seriously going to have to consult someone about this. What are the chances, really?

***UPDATE*** She has arrived! She doesn't have a name yet, but she was born at 1:30, weighing in at 6lbs 13oz. So welcome to our new niece, pictures will come Monday! I'm so excited!

I've been trying so hard...

to not watch the news about this PRICK. I don't want to know what is going on until the day they execute him. (which, YES, I do believe in the death penalty when it comes to assholes like this who show no fucking remorse for what happened. I don't believe in the death penalty for innocent people)
I remember that day so vividly, I didn't have class until 2 in the afternoon (freshman in college, what did you expect?) but I was up at eight. Who knows why. I was settling down to some do some serious morning vegging in front of the t.v when my channel flicking was interrupted. I thought I had fallen upon a movie- but why would someone make a movie about planes going into the Twin Towers? I put the volume up on the t.v, and I realized it wasn't a movie. I sat there in my living room, frozen, watching as people threw themselves out of windows to save themselves. I watched, paralyzed, as people ran to get away from the falling towers and the cloud that was spreading ominously. I began to cry, loudly. There was no one in the house, but I was calling for my mother. (real grown up huh?) Somehow I found the feeling in my hands long enough to dial my mother's work number, and she was crying when she answered. "Baby, I know...I know..." were her words. "The phones aren't working I can't get in touch with anyone." Half of my family lives in New York. My aunt is a seamstress that works a block away from the towers. What are we supposed to do? How can we get there? How can we know if they are okay? The announcements started- "This isn't an accident." "New York is in a state of 911" That's today's date, that's today's date!!!!! "...terrorists..." "...hijacked planes..." "Mom people are dying! Kid's parents have been killed! Look at them jumping out of windows!!!!!" I was hysterical. I wrapped myself in a blanket and cried as I watched the news all day. I still went to class for some reason, and I remember when I stepped outside there was this deafening silence. It was like everyone just stopped talking, stopped making noise. We sat in class watching the news, crying. There was nothing we could do from here, just wait. Waiting was the worst part. Waiting to hear if anyone in your family is dead. Waiting to hear how many have died. Waiting to see if it would happen again, somewhere else. I didn't eat for days. I was angry that people would do this, that they would ruin so many lives and futures. That they would leave children without parents and parents without children. Family from Puerto Rico was calling us, frantic because they wanted news. I think almost a month went by before we heard anything from any of our family members, one by one they would call and just tell us they were okay. My aunt the seamstress hadn't gone to work that day because she had a series of doctors appointments in another borough. Such a sigh of relief from our side, but the people who couldn't release that breath? The people who were still waiting? The people who would never hear their husbands/wives/childs/parents/sisters/brothers voice saying they were okay?
In the article it says that asshole said "No pain, no gain America." What the FUCK have we gained from this pain? More pain as our soldiers get killed? More pain as innocent lives, more people who don't even want this happening are getting killed? Iraqi families who aren't a aprt of this getting killed? He was smiling while tapes were being played of the 911 calls. He was smiling as people recounted their terror of that day. His defense lawyer is trying to say he is schizophrenic so they won't put him to death.
In the article, a little boy wants to be an astronaut so he can find his Daddy in heaven. It breaks my fucking heart to know that that little boy still has hopes of finding his Daddy, and we know what will happen. I hope he does see his Daddy in heaven, I hope we will see them all again.
I hope they stick that fucking heartless bastard in a building and run a plane into it.
It will never end, I know. It can only get worse. Everyone thinks they are right. The government is all fucked up.
I saw a bumper sticker on a car this morning in the parking lot that is Interstate 95- it read "No one died when Clinton lied." How true, how true. I want one for my car.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

A new baby!

Justin Charles is here! 9 lbs 6oz- totally taking my Little Man by four pounds!!! Congrats Melissa! Mom And Baby

a memory that just came to me...

I got my license when I was 18. I remember when I was taking my road-test the instructor was making me parallel park. Okay, easy, it was seven in the morning and there were no other cars parked. So he made me reverse in a straight line down the sidewalk. (?) When I put the car in reverse, he started flailing his arms in all different directions, I thought there was something wrong. "I don't want you to use your mirrors." He said. Oh, so by flailing his arms he is blocking my mirrors, oooookay. I did it. And (obviously) passed my exam. I was just thinking that to any passer-by we must have looked so strange, a young girl reversing a car down a block and a man looking like he was flagging down planes.
To this day, I swear that the driver's manual said to use your mirrors when you reverse. But that guy, I don't know if he just wanted a laugh...but he got one from me.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Did Spring change its mind??

Snowstorm It's fucking snowing. Snowing. It's April. And it's snowing. Who can I write a letter to about this?

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Because pictures are fun

Little Man loves swings. Here we are at a park across the street from our friend's house. (I say "we" like I'm anywhere in the picture. HA!)

Sometimes I wonder how such a beautiful person came from me. His smile lights up my life, his laughter is contagious. His kisses make anything better. I am blessed to have such a beautiful boy in my life.

Two boo-boo's- one picture

I don't know how clearly you can see the cut on his chin, but I KNOW you can see the disaster the barber did on his eyebrow. Ugh. Last Wednesday my sister decided to take him to the barber shop for a line-up. No problem with me, his haircut will last longer that way. She came to my job to visit and told me not to get mad. Then I see him. Two cuts on his eyebrows (one on each), like kids are doing for "fashion". I wanted to scream. She told me that the barber was using regular clippers (AKA ADULT sized clippers) and when he was trying to shape the sides up off went a chunk of eyebrow. "Okay, so why didn't he try to avoid it from happening AGAIN?" I asked. She said he thought he had a better angle. I want him fired. My baby's eyebrows look like the teenage boys who think they look cute. I hate it. But it was an "accident" so what can I do? I have to wait for the eyebrows to grow back in, and hope my sister is smart enough not to take him back there.
His chin. Poor baby. I was picking him up from Grandma's on Sunday, and Little Man is getting a little heavy for me, so when I reached the bottom of the stairs I put him down. He turned his face for some reason and got scratched with the velcro on his diaper bag, causing him to bleed! I wanted to cry, my poor baby's face! I'm destroying it, first the eyebrows now his chin, people will think I'm a butcher.
He's still gorgeous, though.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Very busy today...

Paper Work but I did want to say Good Luck to Melissa who is (was? It's the afternoon already???) being induced this morning! Best wishes for her and Spuds, hoping for a boring easy birth for them. Baby