The ODWA was to list 25 things I would like to do in my life. They are as follows:
1. Quit my current job and go to school full-time
2. Obtain my Bachelor’s Degree (preferably Graphic Design but leaning towards Education)
3. Travel the United States
4. Fly
5. Travel to Europe (preferably Germany and Austria)
6. Have a happy marriage
7. Be a mother of three children
8. Weigh as much as I did in high school
9. Get a tummy-tuck
10. Be happy with who I am
11. Paint on a daily basis
12. Learn to draw the human figure or at least the hands
13. Stop being afraid to show my art to others
14. Know that I am a good artist
15. Know that I am a good person
16. Wear my skin with confidence and dignity
17. Stop swearing so much
18. Learn to accept the things that I simply cannot change with my persuasions
19. Walk Kaitie-Bug every day
20. Find a career that I truly love so that I may enjoy my life
21. Make a full Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter dinner… by myself
22. One day find out how proud my family actually is of me
23. Meet Erin and establish a good relationship with her
24. Become closer to my heavenly Father
25. Love and be loved
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Hookie II
After sipping through half of my coffee and telling Kaitie to stop pouting for the fourth time, I'd decide that I am bored with CNN and the ADHD inspired screen (stupid ticker). I'd get off the loveseat and venture off to find a clean pair of jeans and some sort of shirt. I need to fold clothes. Bad. Three loads have already accumulated onto the living room couch this past week. "I wish Dave were here," I think to myself, "I'd make him do it...he he." I'd find my "comfy" jeans, a pair of skivvies, a bra and an oversized t-shirt dated from the 2005 St. Patrick Day parade in Hot Springs.
After changing, I'd head back to the living room and flip on the T.V. to channel 58: Food Network. Ah's yeah. I'd fold clothes while I watched some really tastey, extremely easy meal being prepared and make a mental note to look up that recipe and make it all the while knowing that I will forget to do so and I'm being too lazy to write myself a note. Kaitie would be laying right at my feet. Pouting.
I'd put all the clothes away and start another load to pile on the couch later. This will be next week's job. I'd bring out the vacuum from the hall closet and Kaitie would be at the back door BEGGING to be let out. She doesn't care for the loud monster that threatens to attack her everytime I plug it in. I don't chase her with it; I would never do that. She just doesn't like it. I'd start lightly vacuuming, dusting and mopping the entire house. Might as well. It seems to me I get more work done when I'm not at work. Hell, this BLOG is effing proof of that LOL. After I finish the house, I'd let Kaitie come back in, wiggle bottom and all. The house is safe and the monster has left. She want's a treat.
By this time, it would probably be about 1pm. I wouldn't have eaten yet and I probably wouldn't either. The wedding has my nerves so frazzled my stomach knots up at the thought of any food OR wedding crap. I'd nibble a piece of cheddar cheese and a couple of Saltines with some water while I watched another tastey meal being prepared on Food Network. I'd probably get bored and start cleaning out rooms and packing things away. Oh, wait! I have a load of clothes that needs to go in the dryer. After putting the load into the dryer, I'd continue on the rooms after beginning washing the Oldman's sheets off of his bed.
Dave would have called twice by now asking what I've been doing. I would tell him and be slightly irked when he began talking about work. "Blah blah reports...Blah blah paycheck .... Blah blah got to get blah blah finished ..." I zone out. Half the time I have to tell him to stop talking about work and focus on personal issues and conversations. It's a pet peeve but luckily I have mastered the zoning before the marriage ;)
Around 3, I would take Kaitie, and myself, for a walk. She'd pull on the leash for the first quarter mile and after that, we'd be walking even. We'd get home about half an hour later and she'd spread out across the kitchen tile where it was cool. I'd give her a small icecube and she'd roll it around in her maw a few times before spitting it out and letting it puddle on the floor. Later I would walk into the kitchen and step in the pool. Piece of shit.
When we got home, the Oldman would be hungry. I would make him tomato soup and a grilled cheese and ham sandwich. He would want milk with this meal and, of course I have forgotten, we're out of milk. "Crap." I'd drive to the little Hess station in Mabelvale, grap a gallon of 2% milk and pay the flirtatious black guy behind the counter while the oriental guy would smirk at the situation and eat his banana Laffy Taffy. I hate that store.
I'd plate dinner for the Oldman as well as Kaitie. She'd sniff it and turn her nose only to go back an hour later and devour the morsels like she hadn't eaten in three days. At this point, I'd take the biggest soup pot we have and fill it with water to be boiled for a nice, hot bubble bath. The hot water from the water heater has to travel from the front of the house to the back and tends to cool down by the time it roars into the tub. I heat the water on the stove so as to keep the water nice and lava-like. After mixing my bath water, I'd hook up my iHome and pick Josh Groban to relax to while I soak amongst my lavender bubbles, candles flickering against the dim bathroom's walls. I'd have my tall glass of ice water handy (I need something to sip on while I cook myself) on the wicker hamper along with my phone. Just as I'd slip into the magma frothing with bubbles and adjust accordingly, the phone would ring. David. Of course. It never fails. As soon as I am busy or relaxed he callse. It's funny and endearing.
"Hey, sweetie, what are you up to?" he would chime.
"Nakie in a bubble bath," I would say bluntly.
"Reowr..." he'd growl and I'd laugh. I'd tell him I'll call him back in about an hour.
"Ok, I love you *MUWHA!*"
Ah...Sing to me Josh...
As I lay in the middle of my bedroom floor, naked, the Oldman would call out in the hallway, "Are you done in here?" He means the bathroom.
"Yes..." I say.
"Ok, I'm gonna brush my teeth and go lay me down," he'd say. It must be 7 o'clock. Damn, already?
"Ok. Love you! See you in the morning, Papa!"
"Love you, too! Good night!" He such a sweet man. Even sweeter for not walking in on me while I sprawled out, butt-ass naked, in the middle of my bedroom floor.
I'd put my robe on and head to the den's couch for some evening T.V. Hmmm...What to watch? "Crap." I gotta call Dave. We'd talk for about an hour and a half and I'd be getting sleepy. Kaitie would be sprawled out under the coffee table, snoring loudly. Very loudly. I'd tell Dave that I love him and that I was going to go lay down all unbenounced to him that I was going to go and fall asleep to The Princess Bride in my bedroom. After hanging up with him and wishing him good night and all the kisses in the world, I'd ask Kaitie "Wanna go hang?" She'd perk up, run through the hallway to my bedroom and hop up onto the foot of my bed. I'd crawl in with her, move her out of the way with my feet (piece of shit) and be lulled away to "As you wish..."
I haven't eaten dinner! ... "Crap."
After changing, I'd head back to the living room and flip on the T.V. to channel 58: Food Network. Ah's yeah. I'd fold clothes while I watched some really tastey, extremely easy meal being prepared and make a mental note to look up that recipe and make it all the while knowing that I will forget to do so and I'm being too lazy to write myself a note. Kaitie would be laying right at my feet. Pouting.
I'd put all the clothes away and start another load to pile on the couch later. This will be next week's job. I'd bring out the vacuum from the hall closet and Kaitie would be at the back door BEGGING to be let out. She doesn't care for the loud monster that threatens to attack her everytime I plug it in. I don't chase her with it; I would never do that. She just doesn't like it. I'd start lightly vacuuming, dusting and mopping the entire house. Might as well. It seems to me I get more work done when I'm not at work. Hell, this BLOG is effing proof of that LOL. After I finish the house, I'd let Kaitie come back in, wiggle bottom and all. The house is safe and the monster has left. She want's a treat.
By this time, it would probably be about 1pm. I wouldn't have eaten yet and I probably wouldn't either. The wedding has my nerves so frazzled my stomach knots up at the thought of any food OR wedding crap. I'd nibble a piece of cheddar cheese and a couple of Saltines with some water while I watched another tastey meal being prepared on Food Network. I'd probably get bored and start cleaning out rooms and packing things away. Oh, wait! I have a load of clothes that needs to go in the dryer. After putting the load into the dryer, I'd continue on the rooms after beginning washing the Oldman's sheets off of his bed.
Dave would have called twice by now asking what I've been doing. I would tell him and be slightly irked when he began talking about work. "Blah blah reports...Blah blah paycheck .... Blah blah got to get blah blah finished ..." I zone out. Half the time I have to tell him to stop talking about work and focus on personal issues and conversations. It's a pet peeve but luckily I have mastered the zoning before the marriage ;)
Around 3, I would take Kaitie, and myself, for a walk. She'd pull on the leash for the first quarter mile and after that, we'd be walking even. We'd get home about half an hour later and she'd spread out across the kitchen tile where it was cool. I'd give her a small icecube and she'd roll it around in her maw a few times before spitting it out and letting it puddle on the floor. Later I would walk into the kitchen and step in the pool. Piece of shit.
When we got home, the Oldman would be hungry. I would make him tomato soup and a grilled cheese and ham sandwich. He would want milk with this meal and, of course I have forgotten, we're out of milk. "Crap." I'd drive to the little Hess station in Mabelvale, grap a gallon of 2% milk and pay the flirtatious black guy behind the counter while the oriental guy would smirk at the situation and eat his banana Laffy Taffy. I hate that store.
I'd plate dinner for the Oldman as well as Kaitie. She'd sniff it and turn her nose only to go back an hour later and devour the morsels like she hadn't eaten in three days. At this point, I'd take the biggest soup pot we have and fill it with water to be boiled for a nice, hot bubble bath. The hot water from the water heater has to travel from the front of the house to the back and tends to cool down by the time it roars into the tub. I heat the water on the stove so as to keep the water nice and lava-like. After mixing my bath water, I'd hook up my iHome and pick Josh Groban to relax to while I soak amongst my lavender bubbles, candles flickering against the dim bathroom's walls. I'd have my tall glass of ice water handy (I need something to sip on while I cook myself) on the wicker hamper along with my phone. Just as I'd slip into the magma frothing with bubbles and adjust accordingly, the phone would ring. David. Of course. It never fails. As soon as I am busy or relaxed he callse. It's funny and endearing.
"Hey, sweetie, what are you up to?" he would chime.
"Nakie in a bubble bath," I would say bluntly.
"Reowr..." he'd growl and I'd laugh. I'd tell him I'll call him back in about an hour.
"Ok, I love you *MUWHA!*"
Ah...Sing to me Josh...
As I lay in the middle of my bedroom floor, naked, the Oldman would call out in the hallway, "Are you done in here?" He means the bathroom.
"Yes..." I say.
"Ok, I'm gonna brush my teeth and go lay me down," he'd say. It must be 7 o'clock. Damn, already?
"Ok. Love you! See you in the morning, Papa!"
"Love you, too! Good night!" He such a sweet man. Even sweeter for not walking in on me while I sprawled out, butt-ass naked, in the middle of my bedroom floor.
I'd put my robe on and head to the den's couch for some evening T.V. Hmmm...What to watch? "Crap." I gotta call Dave. We'd talk for about an hour and a half and I'd be getting sleepy. Kaitie would be sprawled out under the coffee table, snoring loudly. Very loudly. I'd tell Dave that I love him and that I was going to go lay down all unbenounced to him that I was going to go and fall asleep to The Princess Bride in my bedroom. After hanging up with him and wishing him good night and all the kisses in the world, I'd ask Kaitie "Wanna go hang?" She'd perk up, run through the hallway to my bedroom and hop up onto the foot of my bed. I'd crawl in with her, move her out of the way with my feet (piece of shit) and be lulled away to "As you wish..."
I haven't eaten dinner! ... "Crap."
Hookie
I can't help but think what would happen today if I had not gotten out of bed and came to work. The more I think about it the more I wish it came true.
I would probably sleep in until 7. Why so early? My bladder. I'd go back to bed, sleep until 8 and then, again, be woken by the bladder. Stupid bladder. By this time I would have said "Screw it," put on a pair of scrub pants, my robe and shuffled to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Kaitie would have heard me by now and would have greeted me at the end of the hallway, tail wagging, jumping around. I'd bend down to pet her and she'd lick my fingers and arm. She loves me ;) Back to my primary goal at the moment: coffee.
The tile would be cold against my bare feet as I crossed the kitchen floor to the sink to wash my hands of Kaitie lickings. We don't have a coffee maker and haven't had one in the Oldman's house in over 12 years. It's kinda sad. I love the smell of brewing coffee (except when I have a migraine) and I love the taste of the brewed beverage with a spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk (low fat, of course). He uses instant. Yeah, instant. Not the best stuff in the world but, hey, I don't have soda in the house and I NEED the caffeine. I boil the water in the glass kettle that sits on the back burner and prepare my cup: one spoonful of instant coffee, one spoonful of sugar. The water comes to a boil and I pour. Now for the mil... Ah, shit. We're outta milk. "Crap" is what I would say and few other mumblings under my breath and in my mind ALL containing a curse or five. I use non-dairy creamer instead. All the while with Kaitie at my feet.
I'd plop myself in the loveseat and rest my feet on the small leather ottaman strategically placed in front of aforementioned loveseat. The Oldman would say "Good afternoon," even though it was only 10 after 8, I'd grunt and sip my coffee while Kaitie licked my toes (this dog is a constant licker). CNN would be on and Kaitie would be consistantly squeaking her "baby" - her only form of communication when you're not paying her any attention. We'd play fetch for a few tosses before I got sick of her not bringing the thing BACK to me after she chases after it. Piece of shit.
More to come...
I would probably sleep in until 7. Why so early? My bladder. I'd go back to bed, sleep until 8 and then, again, be woken by the bladder. Stupid bladder. By this time I would have said "Screw it," put on a pair of scrub pants, my robe and shuffled to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Kaitie would have heard me by now and would have greeted me at the end of the hallway, tail wagging, jumping around. I'd bend down to pet her and she'd lick my fingers and arm. She loves me ;) Back to my primary goal at the moment: coffee.
The tile would be cold against my bare feet as I crossed the kitchen floor to the sink to wash my hands of Kaitie lickings. We don't have a coffee maker and haven't had one in the Oldman's house in over 12 years. It's kinda sad. I love the smell of brewing coffee (except when I have a migraine) and I love the taste of the brewed beverage with a spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk (low fat, of course). He uses instant. Yeah, instant. Not the best stuff in the world but, hey, I don't have soda in the house and I NEED the caffeine. I boil the water in the glass kettle that sits on the back burner and prepare my cup: one spoonful of instant coffee, one spoonful of sugar. The water comes to a boil and I pour. Now for the mil... Ah, shit. We're outta milk. "Crap" is what I would say and few other mumblings under my breath and in my mind ALL containing a curse or five. I use non-dairy creamer instead. All the while with Kaitie at my feet.
I'd plop myself in the loveseat and rest my feet on the small leather ottaman strategically placed in front of aforementioned loveseat. The Oldman would say "Good afternoon," even though it was only 10 after 8, I'd grunt and sip my coffee while Kaitie licked my toes (this dog is a constant licker). CNN would be on and Kaitie would be consistantly squeaking her "baby" - her only form of communication when you're not paying her any attention. We'd play fetch for a few tosses before I got sick of her not bringing the thing BACK to me after she chases after it. Piece of shit.
More to come...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
T-minus II
It's getting closer and closer. My wedding day that is. It's almost scary. No, it IS scary that Dave and I only have 7 more weeks until "May-Day". Our first RSVP card came in and we have just resolved our second vehement disagreement. Hopefully, after the wedding, our nerves will calm, our tempers will cool and we can enjoy the wedded bliss that is supposed to lay before us.
I've been checking the Farmer's Almanac like crazy hoping, praying for sunshine and cool breezes for our outdoor Ouachita wedding. Lately, it's been nothing but rainy, cold and dreary. Not ideal for an outside wedding but if worse comes to worse, we will be fine and we'll be married no matter what.
The Oldman gave me a great compliment today. I shouldn't say he gave ME the compliment alone; it was directed to Dave as well. As we were discussing the approaching day, he confided that we, Dave and I, are lucky to have one another. So sweet! He has faith that Dave and I will "make it" through the years. I think he's right.
I've been checking the Farmer's Almanac like crazy hoping, praying for sunshine and cool breezes for our outdoor Ouachita wedding. Lately, it's been nothing but rainy, cold and dreary. Not ideal for an outside wedding but if worse comes to worse, we will be fine and we'll be married no matter what.
The Oldman gave me a great compliment today. I shouldn't say he gave ME the compliment alone; it was directed to Dave as well. As we were discussing the approaching day, he confided that we, Dave and I, are lucky to have one another. So sweet! He has faith that Dave and I will "make it" through the years. I think he's right.
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