Just Another Day

Do you have anything that was acquired through ill-gotten means?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hubba-hubba and I visited Disneyworld probably about 8 years ago. It was the first time we had ever been to Florida, and we weren't that impressed. You see, we are both from Southern California, and in our eyes, Disneyworld is just a humid, bloated Disneyland. Not that there aren't fun things to do at Disneyworld, there are. But having visited Disneyland countless times throughout our lives, we are just used to thinking that the original is the best. On our second-to-last day, we were waiting for one of the shuttles to take us back to our hotel. Neither of us could ever be termed shy people, and we struck up a conversation with another couple also in line. I don't remember where they were from, but they mentioned they were on their honeymoon and asked us if we were also. Alas, our wedding would not be held for another four years or so, and we replied in the negative. The young woman said that was too bad, because they had just go

I'm actually enjoying going back and finding fun stuff that I wrote. I hope you are, too. If not, I forgive you. Sort of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O, old Winnie the Pooh pajama bottoms, you were the best. Until the other morning when I woke up with my left butt cheek hanging rather unexpectedly in the breeze, you were my most favorite pair of pajama pants. Your softness was unbeatable, like brushed silk, even though you were made of cotton. I guess ten years or so of constant washing will do that to fabric. It also will eventually produce said tear above. You didn't bunch up at the crotch, a very important feature for pajama pants. You hung loosely and comfortably, rather like harem pants. Over the years, you seemed to expand with me, but in a good and comfortable way. Even though you had little rips and stains from God knows where, I still loved you dearly, and all other pajama pants had to measure up to your standards. All of them failed, but now, you a

I was thinking to myself that many of you fabulous readers have joined me fairly recently. And heck, as long as I've been doing this, even two years ago qualifies as fairly recent. So, in the interest of perhaps spurring myself to recapture those heady first days of blogging and the enthusiasm that went with it, I figured I would start to put up some of my older stuff. Because really, how many of you have gone back to April of 2004? Exactly. That's why I'm doing this. Think of this as that swirly, whooshy effect that happens when a character on television starts visualizing the past... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So today we spent the day at Irvine Regional Park, which is a lovely place nestled somewhere along the boundaries of the Cleveland National Forest. We rode a very cute little 1/3 scale steam train, but I am not sure it was worth nine bucks for the three of us. Actually, now that I think about it, definitely a rip-off. All we saw were some

I predict you will either really like or really hate this song. But either way, I bet that chorus will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day! It took me a while to like this song, and I think the video is pretty interesting.

Do you think blogging and blogs in general have jumped the shark? (I already know this one has, I'm talking about other people, silly!)

Is it just me or is the blogosphere reeaaalllly quiet lately? Excluding myself of course. I mean, I'm quiet, but I don't count me because I realized that what I did was strike against myself. Yup, you heard me right. That boss Gina, she was a total beeeyotch. She would make me do all sorts of stuff when I could have been playing with my son or sleeping or heck, staring at the wall. So, one day I decided I had had enough of her, already. I got a Sharpie, used the sides of Mr. P's Christmas toy boxes and got to it. The first sign proclaimed: " No sleep, no blog! Gina is a big old hog ." Hmmm, not really making sense. But catchy, though. The second one wasn't a whole lot better: "That Gina, she's a weena." The insults were gratuitous, and sounded just a mite petty. I had to make my voice heard and that show the world that Gina was the big bad corporate oppressor, not just simply a jerk. "I type all the day and all the night, Gina needs to m

I hope this Monday finds you relaxing instead of being at work. But if you are at work, perhaps you could enjoy yourself and rock out to this next video. This is by a group named "Rock Kills Kid" which endears them to me, even if their music wasn't as good as it is. This is a great song that is labeled as "alternative" but it sounds pretty much like rock to me.

Because Friday night is our "movie night" at home and we order pizza and eat it on the couch whilst watching G-rated fare with Mr. P, I have to ask: What is your must-have pizza topping? What is one topping you would never eat?

The next time I try to "challenge" myself and give myself "extra motivation" on my walk and make finishing the entire walk (including a mighty steep hill at the end) the condition upon which I can reach my car and drive home, please hit me over the head with a frying pan. Because I think it would hurt less.

That's right my friends, you read that right. Mondays are going to be all about the music! You may not like my taste in music, but, if you give some of these a try, you just might discover a new group. One of my latest musical obsessions is the band Keane. I have two of their CD's (do you know that I just typed in albums right now, I'm that old!) and adore them both. Their biggest hit to date is a song called "Somewhere Only We Know." But, they have many other songs that are just as good, if not better. I am finding that the older I get, the mellower I want my music to be. This song is actually one of their most "rocking" ones that I have heard. And, I love the lead singer's voice! Ohmigod, I sound just like a 13 year old looking at her Tiger Beat magazine, don't I? Ah well, I have never claimed to be a music critic. To be sure, the video is a bit er, disturbing on some levels, but if you don't like it, just minimize the screen and tur

Yesterday I went to the park with Mr. P, and as we sat together on a bench with him on my lap, together we looked at the beautiful blue sky and fast-moving cotton ball clouds. When was the last time you really looked at the sky and marveled at what was there?

I have to say that I am a little bit happy that the big Hollywood Awards season does not seem to be working out due to the writer's strike. Why Gina, you may ask, is that? Is it because you are a huge supporter of unions and believe in the cause? Because the little guy should triumph over the big bad business moguls? Because the movies this year were really crappy? Or maybe you just aren't that big a fan of awards shows in general? No, my friends. The answer is none of those. The answer is HER That bitch done stole my George. And the worst part is that she used to be some sort of stripper/cocktail waitress whom George has elevated into a stratosphere to which she simply does not belong. She went from having dudes ogling her boobs and ordering another round of Goldschlagers to George frickin' Clooney. How the hell did she do that? I mean really, if that had been ME on the motorcycle that George crashed (she's bad luck George, you never crashed before SHE came on

Not too long ago, I was invited to a social gathering. When asked what my occupation was by a newly introduced acquaintance, I responded that I was a SAHM. "Oh," they replied "how lucky you are to get to do that!" Luck? Becoming a SAHM is not necessarily something that you just sort of fall into, especially not if you already have a career. A few summit meetings had to be held with my husband when I got unexpectedly pregnant shortly after our marriage. Having just started our life together, we weren't necessarily in the best position to lose our double income, and it took a bit of reminding that prior to our marriage, we had discussed that if we were to have kids, I would stay at home to raise them. The pregnancy had come earlier than we had planned, so he was hesitant to lose my income, which was at that time only twenty thousand a year less than his own pay. He tried to talk me out of it more than a few times, but I was adamant. I went back to work part-t

Which presidential candidate (from any party) scares you the most?

And if I continue down my current path, it will be my sanity. You see, as I was mentioning below, one of my favorite, if not THE favorite part of blogging is the interaction with my fellow bloggers. You make me laugh and cry and wonder and think and guffaw and mostly make me wish I had thought of it first. But, and the big but, is that between this blog and my other blog and that other one featured up on the sidebar and commenting on everyone else's blog, I am doing a lousy job on all of them. At least, that is how I feel. I usually make it a point to visit the blogs of people who have been kind enough to take the time to make their first comment here, and there are at least ten people that are still marked as "needing to visit." And that makes me feel bad, like I am a crappy fellow blogger. But my goodness, have you seen the size of that sidebar there? Not to mention the poor new people that come here and I seemingly ignore. However, there are only so many hours in t