(My husband is going to pitch a fit when he sees that I posted this picture, but I think it's adorable and I just couldn't help myself).
Yoshi gave us a scare this morning. I heard him cough up a hairball along with the contents of his stomach and went to clean it up. Usually, he will turn away from the mess with a look of disgust on his face, but this morning he just sat there with his face right in it. I had to move him from the mess to pick it up and he just sat there. He felt cold and wasn't moving. I thought he was dying because his body just felt wrong. He was fine just a few minutes before that, being his usual Yoshi self so I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. I kept patting him and calling his name but he wouldn't respond. When I looked into his eyes they were big and he looked like he was zoned out and he still wasn't responding. I picked him up and took him into the bedroom and told my husband that something was wrong with the cat. He held him and we both were calling his name and I was patting him and playing with his feet and tail (which he hates), and finally after quite a few minutes Yoshi began to come around and started purring. I think he may have had a seizure and it just took some time for it to pass. I was so relieved when he started twitching his tail in irritation at my pestering him because I knew he was going to be fine, but he sure did give us both a scare. I told him he better not do that again and that he better still be alive when I get home today. The little buggar.

I just learned from a blogger friend that you can now upload pics when composing a new entry instead of having to use Hello. How sweet is this? I love it.

I knew we were going to a birthday party this weekend, but nobody told me it was going to be a wild and crazy birthday party. I guess I should have gotten a clue when the party didn't start until 8:30 p.m. We arrive at the party at 9:00 something and greet the birthday girl and mingle for a while. After about 20 minutes they tell all the men to go out to the backyard where the DJ is because the stripper has arrived. I was thinking it was a stripper for the men. One of the girls was walking around asking if we needed change for one's and that's when it hit me that the stripper was for us! OMG!!! I was like What?? We're getting a stipper? Big smile on my face. Well I wasn't prepared for this occassion financially, so I went out to the backyard and told my husband that I needed his change. He was very gracious and gave me what he had and told me to have a good time. Wow, OK, I think I will. Having permission is always more enjoyable that worrying that you are going to get the third degree afterwards. So our stripper comes out and he's wearing military fatigues. Whew, what a sight, I love a man in uniform. He's tall, dark, handsome and fit. He goes over to the birthday girl and starts taking care of business. His business is the sort that usually takes place behind closed doors. This is my first experience with a stripper and to be honest, I didn't know they could do that. Is that legal? It was sex with clothes on. He was all over her, and I mean all over her. He then tells her to get on the floor and we were to put dollar bills on all the areas we wanted him to put his mouth. She was covered in money and he took his time removing it, dollar by dollar. Then he says that he is going to lay down on the floor and we would do the same thing to him, the dollar bill part that is. The thing is that at this point he is only wearing a g-string. I mean really, where does he think we are going to put all of those dollar bills? Needless to say the women are all over this guy like lions at a kill, and his only article of clothing is stuffed full of money. After the birthday girl thoroughly removes every dollar bill from our guy he tells us that he is now going to go around the room doing lap dances and that we are to put money on us where we want him to take it from. If we don't have any money he will take off our blouses. Well, I didn't want to loose my top so I managed to find one last bill and stuck it in my collar. I was the first one he came to and I was not prepared and didn't really know what to do. I mean I've never had a lap dance before, what are you supposed to do? He grabs my hand and puts it on his butt. His small tight little butt. Ok, I can do that. Then he took my other hand, put it on his chest and ran it down his stomach. I am oh so thankful he stopped there. He grabs the dollar bill and gives me a quick kiss on my neck and he's off to the next girl. My experience was tame compared to what he did with some of the other girls. I'm thinking that our guy is good at knowing how far he can go with certain people because picking me up and putting me on the floor was definitely out of the question. Fortunately, I had my camera with me so I was able to get this event on record. Unfortunately, the event was too adult for me to post on this site.
One thing that popped into my head during this time was that my husband is never, ever going to another batchelor party if this is any indication of what they do there (of course he will, I'm not that kind of wife). The other thought was hey, my birthday is next month....

I've got to say that writing this blog has been fun and interesting. I've definitely learned some things and gained some confindence in my abilities to write and express myself more openly. Ususally I'm very private and don't like people to know much about my life but in this blog I can let my hair down and say what's on my mind. I love to receive comments from anyone and I appreciate those that have already done so. I welcome you the reader to comment on anything in my blog as I check it daily for any new posts. I look forward to hearing from you.

People think they know me. They think that I am this nice, quiet, conservative person that would never harm anyone or anything. Yeah, people "think" they know me...what they don't know is that I like violent sports. I like to watch two men go at each other; fists flying, feet kicking, blood spurting. I'm into that kind of thing. I dig watching Ultimate Fighting where some guy is pummeling the snot out of another guy. I also enjoy boxing, and martial arts. I think I like this kind of entertainment because it involves skill, training and discipline. I like to watch the way the boxers move, how they look for weaknesses in their opponent so they can strike the winning blow. What I don't get, and it's because I'm a girl, is how the guys that were just trying to maim each other will hug and congratulate each other after the match is won. To them it is just a test of their skill and they don't seem to hold grudges. Women are very different in that area. We make it personal. We want the other woman to suffer if we get into a fight with them. She won't be walking away with her dignity if she is able to walk at all. I guess that's why most of these sports involve men.

I like to see the look of surprise on people's faces when I tell them about my interest in these activities. I can tell that I just shattered their perception of me. I like that, because it bothers me when people think they have me figured out. I may look all sweet and calm, but there is more to me than meets the eye.

Angels vs. Rangers 6/20/05

Analyzing the play

Two little devils at the Angels game!

Angels win 5-1!!!

Some nice Marines we met after the game

I remember when I was in the fourth grade and this kid in my class fell off of the jungle gym and broke his right arm. He was right handed and had to learn how to write left handed until the cast came off. I remember looking at his handwriting and thinking how messy it was and how I would never want that to happen to me. Years later that thought was still stuck in my head. What if something happened to me and I was not able to use my writing hand? I would want to be prepared for that type of situation. So, being the person that I am I decided to teach myself how to write with my left hand. I started out just trying to figure out how to hold the pen and slowly practiced letters and numbers. Over about the period of a year of practicing a few minutes a day, I’ve actually managed to write legibly with my left hand. As you can guess, I’m very proud of that. Then last year I read the book The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. In it he makes mention of the fact that Leonardo Da Vinci wrote backwards so that you could only read it using a mirror. Then I thought to myself, “Hmmm…if good ole Leo can do it, why can’t I”? So I set out to learn how to write backwards, this time with both hands. Talk about a mind trip. If you want to screw yourself up for a while, try this out. You have to think backwards and form your letters backwards. It’s easier to print the letters than it is to write them in cursive. Of course I enjoyed the challenge so I write in cursive only. The great thing is that you can’t really tell what has been written unless you hold it up to the light and read it through the paper or use the mirror. Then it looks so normal and can be read very easily. So that’s what I’ve been bragging about lately, that I can write backwards with both hands. But just the other night, I found out I can write with my toes too! At least I can sign my name. Hopefully I’ll never have to use that ability and it can just remain a small talent that I have. Except for writing I have no other natural talents, I can’t play an instrument, I can’t sing, and I’m terrible at sports. My husband must think I’m a freak or something. Maybe you do too. :) Hehehe!

I am scared silly of spiders. I fear spiders. I know they are good for the environment because they eat bugs but...ewww! In the last two weeks I have found three fairly large spiders in my home. One was on the wall in my bathroom and I screamed when I saw it and then ran out telling my husband to go get it. Of course he just looks at me like I'm nuts or something. The man is scared of crickets and other bugs and I want him to go hunt down a big hairy spider? What was I thinking really? But he does his husbandly duty and gets the spider in a cup. I won't let him kill it, I just want him to throw it over the balcony.

The second spider was hiding in my bath towel. Something told me to shake it before I hung it on the shower and there in the tub falls this spider. Ehhhh, yuck. I could have had it on me. That has happened before and that spider was frickin' huge. So the tub spider goes in the toilet and I feel fairly creeped out the rest of the day.

The third spider was the biggest of them all and I found it in the corner of the ceiling. Once again I ask my husband to get it and again I get that look. You'd think I'd learn. This time I decide to use our new Dyson. This is the greatest thing to hit vacuum cleaners ever, I believe. Anyways, I suck that puppy up and watch it spin around the canister for a while till I'm pretty sure it's dead. Even so, I get the feeling it can hurt me somehow. Like it will resurrect and come back to wreak vengeance on me. I want to dump it over the balcony but my husband says to leave it in the canister. Are you freakin' kidding me??? So I flush it instead.

I've just never had good experiences with spiders. I've found them in my bed under the sheets, in the toe of my tennis shoes after I've worn them all day. I put on a blouse that was laying on my dresser, wore it for about thirty minutes while a couple of times I felt a tickle on my back thinking it was just a hair until I felt something run across my back. That shirt flew off my body with the speed of light and as it falls to the floor out crawls a wolf spider. This thing looked like a baby tarantula. It was about the size of a silver dollar. I think I stomped on that thing for about an hour. I shudder to think about it. I've had them drop from the ceiling onto my lap or my head. I've heard them plop onto the bed at night and once I walked through a monstrous web that was stretched across the sidewalk and felt the huge spider hit me in the chest 'cuz the sucker was hanging in the middle of it. Anyways, that's my stress for the month of June. Spiders. I don't give a flip about all the earthquakes we just had, I just want the spiders to leave me alone and stay out of my home. Ughhh!!!!

Well, we just had another earthquake here in sunny Southern California. We had a fairly large one on Sunday which was about 5.5 on the richter scale and that was fun. Today was about 5.3 and seemed to last forever. I think it went on for about 15 seconds which is just long enough for you to start thinking that this is the "Big One" everyone talks about. It started with a bang and then started moving in a shifting way back and forth. After about 8 seconds it felt like it hit again and was getting stronger. I was sitting at my desk and my co-worker was standing next to my desk talking to me when it hit. As soon as I realized it was an earthquake I told her "Sit down it's an earthquake"! I stayed at my desk to ride it out and I was talking to her while the shaking was going on. What I didn't realize is that she took off and ran out to the lobby area leaving me at my desk! She's from Minnesota and felt her first quake this last Sunday. She took off pretty fast and I don't think she even realized what she was doing until it was all over. I got a good laugh out of it. I don't fear the quakes, I rather enjoy them because they shake you up a bit and get all of your juices flowing. You really feel alive and awake after a good quake. Dont' get me wrong, I know they can be very damaging and deadly and I'm always aware of that fact. I've seen the damage it did to the Bay Area many years ago and also the Northridge quakes were pretty bad. I feel for anyone that looses their property or worse their lives due to this phenomenon but it won't change the fact that I love living in So Cal.

Here is an update of how things went this weekend with my niece and two nephews. They were supposed to be with us for Friday and Saturday only, but then my husband calls and asks if we can take them for Sunday too. Yeah, I guess so. I'm thinking to myself that I didn't know what we were going to do with them for the two days, now it'll be three? So, I get myself into Auntie mode and go shopping Friday night for food and activities for the kids. I spent $70.00 on groceries and went to the dollar store for games and such. So the whole weekend cost us well over a hundred and fifty dollars because my husband also brought home two pizza's on Friday night.
Friday night was no big deal, we ate the pizza and went outside to play with the ball and frisbee that I bought. That was fun and we all enjoyed it. Time for bed and my niece who is 10 wants to sleep with us. No way I say, but she won't leave and my husband is not much help. So she stays and giggles and laughs for the longest time because my husband keeps saying things that she thinks is hilarious. Thankfully I can sleep through pretty much anything and I'm out. My husband is left sleeping in the middle of the bed while his precious princess tosses and turns and talks in her sleep. In the morning he is exhausted because he did not get any sleep. Am I sympathetic? NO. I slept just fine thank you. She was up at 6:00 a.m. while we were all still sleeping and I could hear her creeping around the room, petting the cat, laying on the bed. Weird. I wanted to scream at her to get out but that would have required me to wake up fully and who wants to do that on a Saturday morning?

I'm sitting here at work wishing I could be somewhere else and I'm totally bored. I keep checking my blog to look for new comments or see how many visitors I've had. I think I'm obsessed with this now. Nuts. Just what I need. Another obsession to distract me from reality. I've got work to do, but mostly I just keep moving the piles of paper around on my desk to make it look and sound like I'm actually doing something productive.
I was looking forward to this weekend just because I like to have that time off to do nothing, but now I find we are watching three kids tonight and all of Saturday. They are great kids, my niece and two nephews, but they have the attention span of a puppy. I don't think I'm up to that kind of day. Maybe I will put them to work and get them to clean some things. They love to help me wash my car and carry groceries and such.

I'm 36 years old and always had a good memory until I reached about 30 years of age. My memory has become progressively worse as the years have gone by. The thing that sucks about it right now is that I have trouble remembering things I just did or said. The only way I have to prove that I did do something is to write it down. This morning in the shower I had a great idea for a blog to post today. It was funny, insightful, and may have even gotten a chuckle out of some of you. So I open up my blog and get ready to creat a new entry and then blank. Nothing. I cannot for the life of me rememeber what I was going to say. So I still wanted to post something but this is not what I had in mind. Have you ever gone to use your ATM and can't remember your pin number? Or you go to write down your phone number and can't remember that either? This is what it is like for me every day. Geez....

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! To all of you that posted comments, I love you!! I think you are great. I sound desperate don't I. Anyways, I was thrilled when I logged in today and saw all of these comments. I let out a woo-hoo! and a yippee! So again, thank you.