The Writer's Right

Thursday, October 19, 2006

To Rich…...

Rich, I got your e-mail. It sounds like you’ve had a rough road yourself. I appreciate your advice. I am taking things slow, and I’m going to follow my heart. I hope someday you’ll find your soulmate. It’s never too late.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Words of wisdom….

If common sense were common, everybody would have it.
- Maddog 2006

hee hee…. love it!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

What Greg does in his spare time…..

He’s got a program on his computer, like photoshop, that he likes to have fun with. He did have fun with Murphy and Manny’s pictures. Now he’s moved onto humans. He’s out of his ever-loving mind. And I think is great!

And….

Monday, October 16, 2006

Mike has landed….

I just checked Mike’s flight status and it says they landed at 2:38 p.m. That means he’s been officially back in the states for 11 minutes. I sent him a welcome home text message. Yeah! He’s back!

QUIET!

I’m back on the wagon today. I have a good breakfast, a sensible lunch and an apple for a snack. But I keep hearing the candy dish across the office calling to me. The M & M’s in my bowl are quiet. I think the thought of everyone’s fingers on them already has stifled my craving. But the candy in the bowl across the office is wrapped. I know there is Butterfingers in there. I love Butterfingers. But Butterfingers are evil and must be resisted. But they are so damn loud.

I give them the evil eye as I walk past. I’m not sure I’m scaring them. Stupid, evil candy. I want a Starbucks, but did you know a latte is like four points? Even if it’s nonfat! So wrong…....

Monday, Monday….

Last night I was all snuggled into bed with the boys and ready for another Monday. Then Greg called me on his way back home. He had dropped his friends off and was headed home. This made my night. He talked on and on about the race and it sounds like he had an excellent time. I’m glad. I told him about my crazy night and he said he knew I was feeling no pain when he saw my misspelled text message. And my drunk dial message cracked him up too. (Picture me, mortified that he heard my slurring voice. But he did say I was nice and that I didn’t end the conversation with, “OK, love you bye!)

He saw a bad accident in Virginia on the way home and he and his friends stopped to help. He said at first he didn’t want to tell me the details but he finally did. This 19 year-old girl flipped her car in front of them. He said she’s got a head injury and he could see her skull. But she managed to crawl out of the car. He and his friend kept her cold and kept her awake. That visual is a little freaky. Greg said he was shaken up for a while afterwards. This is the second accident he’s seen in a week. Last week he saw some woman hit a guy on a motorcycle. The guy was ok, but Greg stayed with him, too. He’s such a good guy.

So my Monday is off to a good, but busy start, simply because he called and we chatted for a while. It’s the stupid, girly things that make me happy. The fact that he was thinking of me and wanted to call makes me smile.

Oh, and he loved my goodie bag. He ate the cookies, admitted the sour skittles were a bit too sour and he loved the card. He got some ribbing by his buddies, but he said, “They’re just jealous because their girlfriends didn’t make them up a carepackage.“ There’s that “g” word again. And it came right out of his mouth. Hmph…..

Sunday, October 15, 2006

How many times have I said this in my lifetime?

I’M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN. I muttered these very words as I stumbled out of bed and ran downstairs at one of the bridesmaid’s houses this morning after waking up. “I have to throw up!“ Her husband was in the upstairs bathroom and I was on a mission. I was sick sick sick and I need to puke. I haven’t had to do this in ages. But there I was, tossing my 2 a.m. McDonald’s French fries, in her house. I tossed them all. It took me several trips to dispose to said fries. I felt like I was going to die. This was especially true when our gracious hostess was telling us brunch would be on soon. Homemade coffee cake, quiche, bagels and cream cheese, OJ….. Dear God, excuse me :::Sam bolts out of the room again:::: So I went back to bed for two hours. I got up, refreshed and ready for a bagel. “Maybe I had a migraine this morning.“ Sure, sure, that’s it.

My sister’s not buying it. “You have cocktail poisoning. Suck it up.“ But I didn’t mix. I stuck with beer all night long. “Uh, yeah, and I got the drunk dial at 2 a.m. You were drunk. Do you remember talking to Cathy and Amy?“ Yes, unfortunately I do.

One of the curses of my drinking is I remember every stupid thing I do. It’s awful. I wake up, let the light burn my eyes and my memory comes rushing back. Dear Lord, did I really say THAT? Like last night at this Irish bar these older guys were chatting us up. There was an Indigo Girls concert in town. They raved about this local band. And then one of them decided to hit on me. His story was that he was 57 and single and he didn’t need any woman. Great opening liner. Then he asks if I’m married. No I’m not. He starts putting on the charms, as his friends laugh in the back ground. “You should date and older man.“ Yup, I know and I am. I get a look. Then he proceeds to tell me about his boat, his land, his car and his house. YAWN…. Then he spouts out his measurements. I have to sniffle my laugh and his friend winks at me. I wink back and tell said suitor, “Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’ve heard that line before. I’m hung like a horse. That usually means hung like a pony.“ Not the reaction he was looking for.

He sulks away and his friend gives me a hug and tells me good job. I tell the girls what has conspired as I join them for another drink and they can’t believe it. Yes my friends, that’s what a shitload of beer in a French Canadian girl will get you. I can be quite the smart ass when I’ve had a few pints.

But it was a fun night and I’m glad Heather had a great bachelorette party. I know I had a blast.

Oh, and by the way. When I was praying to the porcelain God this morning, I had Justin Timberlake’s “I’m bringing sexy back” running through my head. If I never hear that song again, I’m gonna throw up when I hear it.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

News from over the pond

I talked to Mike last night at IM. It was about midnight his time. He had just gotten in from seeing Wicked. He sounds like he’s having a blast.

I swiped this picture from his blog. Look how wiped he looks, LOL! We miss you Mike, but no worries, Reggie is enjoying his vacation, too!

I spent a whole eight hours in London Thanksgiving weekend last year. I spent the weekend in Paris with my parents and we took the chunnel for the day and met up with some of my pug friends. We had a blast but it was such a whirlwind tour. I did a lot of continental traveling this year - Texas, Baltimore, NJ, Toronto. But now I’m getting the itch to travel again. I really want to see Montreal but London is calling to me, too. Maybe I’ll find a good deal on one of my travel e-news letters. :-D

Friday, October 13, 2006

Content pugs

Murphy and Reggie were just in a full-on pugtona all around the house. And now, not five minutes later, Reggie’s gnawing on a flossie and Murphy is happily chewing a bully stick at my feet. It’s a beautiful thing.

Having another pug around the house has been tiring, but it’s moments like these that make it all worth it. Before I met a friend for dinner, I was in my PJs, vegging out for a bit. Murphy was curled under my chin and Reggie was tucked in the crook of the inside of my knee. They snoozed away.

I love these little guys.

Friday Funny

I find this so funny because I’m such a geek. But I can’t help it.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

10/12 update on my dad….

Hi all,

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated but things have been busy in my life and my parents’. My mom is back to work half days and my dad is busy getting his independence back. He’s been taking walks around town, walking the pugs and he volunteers with the Food Pantry now. He’s wiped out at the end of the day but I think it’s been good for him. He’s not as down as he was before and his appetite is returning. To me he’s still looking so thin, but he had another helping of dinner the other night so that’s encouraging.

Speaking of dinner, he’s been quite the cook. He starts the crock pot when my mom gives him the recipe and he’s made goulash and meatloaf this week for dinner. He’s also been helping around the house with vacuuming and cleaning. It’s been a great help to my mom.

He gets to therapy by cab and is able to call it and get home on his own. He called me this morning so I could give him my schedule so I could drive him for - get this - his driving class. On Nov. 30th he’ll be re-evaluated for his reflexes and the like and hopefully he’ll get his license back! I know this will really boost his spirits.

He’s really coming around and I’m so happy. It seems like just yesterday we had no idea what kind of shape he’d be in. And now he’s gaining more and more independence. It’s remarkable.

That’s all the news that’s fit to print for now.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac . . .

Someone said this to me recently. It’s so true. 

Update on Gizmo

My mom took her to the vet yesterday. There was blood in her urine and the doctor is treating her for a UTI. They also ran a series of blood tests. They aren’t sure what it could be. But she’s home now. The good news is she only lost a pound since last year. She’s 14 and this is to be expected. But getting old, for any family member, is tough.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

My kitty, Gizmo

My mom is bringing her cat, Gizmo, to the vet today at 2:30. She’s losing weight and we’ve found blood from her. We’re not sure what’s going on but it’s not good.

If I get a call from my mom and we have to put her down, I’m going to leave to be with her. This cat was my heart and soul when I lived at home.  I know it sounds silly, but that is the cat I brought home when I was 18 and got the “That cat’s not staying” lecture. She wore my dad down and 14 years later she’s the queen of the castle. She was also the kitty that laid in my dad’s spot in bed at night the entire time he was in the hospital. It was like she was saving it for him.

I love that cat and I know I’m going to lose it when she leaves us.

Monday, October 09, 2006

One more picture…

I love this picture. Greg is laughing at me because Mike keeps snapping awful pictures of me. But I just love his laugh and smile. He’s got the best smile!!!