Sunday, June 29, 2008

I'm Back

I took off most of this last week not because I was visiting my dad, but because the day before we went, Guillermo thought smelling another dog was more important than listening to me. Which lead to him jerking my arm enough to almost dislocate it. I'm still recovering, but I'm feeling much better now.

It lead to my dad offering me Vicoden while we were visiting (so that I wouldn't hurt anymore). I was stoned for roughly an hour after it kicked in. But I didn't hurt. I refused to walk without Ace being behind me in case I started to fall over. But, most importantly, I didn't hurt.

Then, around bedtime, he offered me something to help me not hurt and make me sleep (I have no idea what it was), and it took me 15 hours to get enough of it out of my system to stop sleeping. I didn't hurt during all that time, but it's hard to hurt when you are sleeping.

And now you know the important things that happened while I was gone.


Sunday, June 22, 2008

Going Visiting

I'm somewhat excited because I get to go visit my dad later this week. And my siblings are going to be there. It's been since New Year's since I've seen anyone except my sister, so I'm not surprised that I'm excited.

It's slightly difficult to just wait for it to be the right day to go, but I've got to be patient. And so I shall be.


Saturday, June 21, 2008

Making Peace (with Mac and Cheese)

I have a history with Mac and Cheese. It took me (I think) three tries to finally make Mac and Cheese end up like it's supposed too (fully of noodle-y goodness, with no tears shed in the process).

The first time I tried, I forgot to drain the noodles. It was too watery to eat. In my defense, I was making two different dishes at once, and I just forgot the draining step.

The second time I tried, I ended up remembering to drain the water, but ended up burning the tops of my feet with the water, as the sink I was trying to drain into was too full of dishes to be used properly. I cried and ended up having to wear sandals for the evening because I couldn't stand to have the tops of my feet being touched (I really didn't like the sandals, but I had to wear something as I wasn't getting to just stay home).

Nicely, the next time I can remember (several years later) making Mac and Cheese, I did so with an sink that had nothing but the strainer in it and I successfully made the dish.

It's funny, because I am normally quite skilled in the kitchen and can cook several different things without making mistakes like I did while trying to make Mac and Cheese. I guess it was just a dish that my mind had problems with (even though spaghetti was never a problem).


Friday, June 20, 2008

Spam: Protects the Ones You Love

I got an offer for life insurance, and the title of the post was what the subject line said. I know that whoever sent the e-mail didn't add the word spam, but it struck me as funny.

I had a couple of hits for braces from talking about having had braces in the past. I figure I should offer a few words of advice for those who currently have braces.

Follow the list of foods you shouldn't eat. I ate hard shell tacos twice while I had braces, and the shells broke the wire both times. Nicely it wasn't that long before I was to go back and get the wires changed, but it was uncomfortable until it got changed.

It takes a little while to get used to the braces, but despite the feeling your lips aren't an inch from your teeth.

So, that's my advice for people who have just gotten braces.

And that's pretty much all I have for you today.


Thursday, June 19, 2008


Next week, Ace and I will have been married for 5 years.

A lot has happened in that time. 5 years. It feels like forever (at least like I've known Ace forever) in one second and it feels like I'm exaggerating how long it's been (nope, we got married in 2003) in the next.

I'm extremely happy with how our marriage has gone. We've never had a fight. We rarely argue (debate?) about anything because we are on the same page. The sex is amazing (it's good even when it's not mind-blowing).

I found someone who understands me and loves me unconditionally. I found my self-esteem. I found someone who makes me feel like I'm a complete person in myself, even when he's looking at me like I've lost part of my mind. I found someone to help me laugh when I just want to cry.

And as soon as everyone leaves, I'm going to insist we spend some time together just being close. Because what else do you do when you are head-over-heels-in-love with someone?


Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Controlling What I Say

Ace has asked me from time to time to try to get a better control on when I say things. Mainly it happens when we're leaving his parents' house. I seem to feel the need to vocally express my relief to be parting company with them.

He wouldn't mind me saying whatever it is I say, as long as I would wait until we get into the car. But, I seem to feel the need to express my happiness just as soon as I think we may be out of ear shot of his parents.

I'm not really all that sure how to stop this habit. I know that I should hold onto my comments for just a few more minutes (or rather seconds).

Any suggestions?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I Am Not...

1. I am not a vegetarian, although I don't care if you want to be (just let me eat my meat in peace, I'll try not to eat too much meat in front if you). I don't like the idea of animals being tortured just so I can have meat, but I would not do well as a vegetarian.

2. I am not someone who pushes my beliefs off on others, because that won't convince anyone to believe what I believe. If you want to have a dialogue, I'll be willing to listen to you as long as you are willing to listen to me. I'll try to keep my eye rolling to a minimum (depending on your beliefs).

Okay, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I'll try to add some context.

I was reading, just a few minutes ago, an odd discussion on vegetarianism versus being an omnivore (which I am, because I love veggies too). I'm all for people who can do so being a vegetarian, if they want. I, personally, believe that I need to eat meat for the protein and the iron in order for my body to function normally. Which is not to say I eat meat at every meal (my dinner tonight included no meat).

I decided not to finish reading the discussion, because it seemed like most of the people involved weren't listening to the other side. And I find that frustrating. I like talking to other people and finding out why they believe the things they believe. It's interesting to hear the whole story. But if I disagree with the beliefs, I may want to share my own belief and my reasons for believing it. It doesn't mean I don't respect others (with minor exceptions, because I'm fairly sane), it just means that I feel strongly about what I believe in.

And that I all I have to say about that, except eat your veggies and don't believe in Scientology, because I'm fairly certain most of those people are nuts!


Monday, June 16, 2008

I Love to Laugh

I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to hear that I love to laugh. Who doesn't? But sometimes things that make me laugh the first time don't after seeing it quite a few times. Of course, give me a break from seeing it for a while, those things make me laugh again.

I've been trying to find things to make me laugh lately, because I'm finding the world to be a depressing place. And that isn't good for anyone (depression, I mean). Secondhand Lions, which Ace and I bought not too long ago, is one of the things that has been making me laugh the past couple of days.

The story is just beautiful. It reminds me that anyone can have adventure, they just might have to go looking for it though. And it's always interesting to listen to stories of the past and imagine them while hearing the tales.

So, what makes you laugh?

Sunday, June 15, 2008

In Honor of Father's Day

Back when my parent's first got divorced, my father would come up on Fridays on his weekends and sleep on my mom's couch so that he could spend as much of Saturday with us as possible (now, he's got a wife and it would be inappropriate for him to sleep on her couch). By the time he got there on Fridays, it was, at best, bedtime for my siblings.

Which meant that I got to spend time with him alone on Friday nights. Mostly, we would watch TV together. We'd talk some. But it was my special time with my dad. And it meant (and still means) a lot to me.

The year I graduated high school, we started spending a large portion of our summer with him. It was nice, because again after my siblings went to bed, I got to spend some time with my dad. And again, it was a wonderful and special time, and has always had a special place in my heart.

So, Happy Father's Day Daddy.


Saturday, June 14, 2008

Losing the Stress

Ace has mandated that I not watch movies like V for Vendetta late at night any more. Mainly, he wants me to stop watching movies that stress me out right before bed (not that I think V for Vendetta stresses me out, but I'll go with it). He's tired of me waking up with a sore back, unable to do much.

And I agree with his sentiments on wanting me to be able to move. I just think he's blaming the wrong thing. My back problems didn't pop up the day after I watched V for Vendetta, but on the day after I didn't have a clean bra and moved around heavy loads of laundry. But if it makes him happy, I won't watch V for Vendetta close to bedtime. It's a small sacrifice, and I can easily handle it.

Next time, I'll just watch a comedy instead. Less stress, more laughter, at least that's the theory.

On the plus side, after some time in a massage chair and some all natural muscle relaxant (and having on a bra), I'm feeling pretty good. I'm not wanting to move laundry or load the dishwasher (I'd like to keep my back feeling good), but I'm able to sit and bend over and walk without looking like I've got a board strapped to my back (which kind of negates the bending over, now that I think of it).

Well, I'm off to find another comedy to watch (and then I'll move into the bedroom, where I can be more relaxed).


Friday, June 13, 2008

The Dog in the Closet

Last night, Ace went to bed early. He took Guillermo with him, because I was eating and didn't want the dog to stare at me (it bothers me, I'm not sure why).

When I came to bed, I looked around for the dog after opening the door, since I couldn't see him at the foot of the bed. It turns out he was sleeping in the closet (which for some reason is tiled, but is currently covered with blankets). Then it took a little while for me to stop giggling about the dog coming out of the closet in order to go to sleep (because my sense of humor has been hanging around with teenagers without me, I guess).

Today, I'm still finding it to be a little silly. Because last night, I watched the dog come out of the closet (giggle giggle giggle).

And now I've destroyed this image of a woman ready to have kids in all your mind. You're welcome.


Thursday, June 12, 2008


Way back when I was about 14, I had braces put on my teeth. Because of an extremely odd situation, I ended up having my orthodontic work done 200 miles from where I lived (there was a move planned when it was ideal for me to get braces, and then the move never happened). Every month I got to sit 8 hours in a car (4 hours each way) to get my braces adjusted. The car rides weren't fun, and it didn't help that we normally had to leave before the sun came up in order to make it to my appointment on time and still get back home.

I had very little choices when it came to the braces, but each month, I got to choose the color of bands holding the wire in place. I matched colors with the holiday of the month (green in March for St. Patrick's Day, red and green in December for Christmas, red and pink in February for Valentine's Day).

I've been thinking about this, because I just found out that my cousin is working in my sister's orthodontist's office. And I'm happy for them to get a chance to see each other more often. I'm also happy that my sister doesn't have to have 8 hour car trips for straight teeth, but instead she just has to travel across town.

And that's pretty much all I've got to say.


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Relaxing Is the Way to Live

Today, Ace and I relaxed for most of the day. It's nice, and I want to spend more days like this. And then we went to church and it was good.

It's not that I have such a lot to do each day, but I usually don't fully relax even when I do relax. But today, I didn't do much of anything, and I feel relaxed even now.

And because of that, I don't have anything I really want to say. Even though the dog ran to sniff another dog and is now in trouble and not allowed in the front yard without a leash.

I'm going to enjoy my relaxed state, because it's so nice.


Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Ace and I never fight, and usually only play at arguing. Which made our conversation earlier funny.

Me: While we're out, we should probably get me something to eat.

Ace: You only want to eat because the day ends in y.

Me: Well, most people eat on days that end in y.

Ace: Well, most people are broke.

Me: Not because they eat on days that end in y.

Ace: I didn't say they were. You were arguing that most people eat on days that end in y.

Me: You ate earlier, so I figured we should feed me since I haven't eaten yet.

Ace: (something in reply that I don't remember)... (under his breath) Women!

Me: Men! Sometimes men can be just as silly as women.

Ace: Ain't that the truth?

While the wording may not be exact to the conversation, it's a pretty fair rendering of it.

While we were out, we did get me food.

No people or dogs were hurt in the process of this conversation.


Monday, June 9, 2008

When Being Stubborn Is Stupid

Sometimes, I get stubborn. I know that comes as a shock, but what can I say? I start something and feel that I must finish it.

I need to stop being so stubborn about food right now. My stomach is objecting quite a bit to several foods. And I need to not be stubborn to finish eating whatever the food is that is making my stomach upset.

Because eating food that upsets my stomach is stupid. And I'm tired of being so stubborn that I'm doing stupid stuff.


Sunday, June 8, 2008

Waiting for the Undefined

I'm at the point in the two week wait where I would normally be itching to take a pregnancy test. Instead, I'm feel no rush, and in fact want to wait. I'm not sure if it's because normally when I've taken a pregnancy test it's followed by a period starting within 24 hours, but that may be a small part of it.

I think a big part of it is that if I take the test and it's positive, my life will really be changed, and I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that just yet. So, I'm waiting for now.

Maybe I'm just waiting for it to be Ace's days off so he's here with me when I test? Maybe I'm waiting for next Sunday, so we can celebrate the possibility that next year we'll be celebrating father's day for Ace? Maybe I'm just unnerved about all the possibilities, because we're coming up for our 5 year anniversary?

All I know is that for now, I am waiting, but I'm not impatient about it. In fact, I'm extremely relaxed about it right now. And I'm not sure what that means.


Saturday, June 7, 2008


Lately, I've had an obsession with two things (lately may only mean the past 24 hours).

1. Sleep - all I feel like doing is sleeping. Or talk about sleeping. It's just about the only thing I can think about at night when I should be sleeping (and am wide awake). Some of the obsession could be because of the lack of good night's sleep this week because of the heat. But I don't think that's all of it. Because I don't normally get this obsessed with sleep just because I miss a few hours. It's odd.

2. My stomach - it can't decide how it's feeling. Or more precisely, it's not communicating well with me. If I can't figure it out soon, I may have to go see an arbitrator, because every time I ask it how it feels, it just gurgles at me. It would be helpful if I spoke gurgle. Most of what I've eaten today has been saltines and a bagel (baked apple flavored, which is rather plain, which I like, except the bits of apple, which are also good). I seem to be doing well with juice, but my stomach didn't like the yogurt I ate earlier, even though there shouldn't have been a problem with it. So, it's not surprisingly been on my mind.

And now you know what's been on my mind.


Sometimes Boys Are Gross

Ace and I have been fortunate enough to not normally have to share a bathroom (he generously let me have the half bath that is actually part of our bedroom). Currently my toilet is not fully functional (it doesn't stop itself from flushing). Until we get it fixed, we're sharing a bathroom.

Now Ace is normally a wonderful, thoughtful husband. He puts the toilet seat down. He helps with laundry. He does most of the cooking. Seriously, I have almost no complaints about him at all (and none that are serious).

But cleaning his bathroom usually includes cleaning the floor around the toilet. Which leads me to thinking that sometimes boys are gross. Extremely gross. And I don't like the smell.

So, I'm trying to get over it, and hoping that by the time I have boy(s) old enough to use the bathroom by themselves, I'll also have someone else to clean their bathrooms.


Friday, June 6, 2008

It's a Party Over Here!

We have our new compressor installed and our house is cooling down! All that's left for our a/c guy to do is put in some freon and we'll be good for a good long while. I'm voluntarily wearing clothing (um, yeah... that sounded better in my head)!

In addition to all the a/c stuff this week (Ace and I both agree that we should have bought the fans we got last night the first night, they really got us feeling kind of cold), Ace's birthday is this weekend. With the not sleeping well because of the heat, he's taking the day off from work and we're celebrating his birthday (before going to bed and sleeping in the nice cold house).

Yesterday was the toughest day in the heat. It was extremely humid as well as just hot. We actually got out of the house and just drove around for about an hour to let me cool off in the car. Then, after we got home with the fans, the power went out for a couple of hours, which made us feel even more miserable, because we didn't have a halfway cool house to start off with. It was a long 2 hours, but we made it through. Then we spent a lovely night with fans cooling off and sleeping (seriously, those fans rock on moving air, as both fans were on the lowest setting and we were feeling somewhat cold).

Well, I should go. There are things to do around here that I can't do from behind a computer screen (or in bed).


Thursday, June 5, 2008

News from the Land of Heat

Tomorrow we get our a/c fixed. Even better, it'll happen starting around 9:30 tomorrow morning.

We've already got the money from the insurance to pay for it, and tomorrow afternoon, we'll have a cool house (or at least one cooling off).

For tonight, we've got fans.

That is all for now.


Wednesday, June 4, 2008


Despite feeling random the last time I was hot, I'm feeling talkative this time.

While Ace and I were at the mall, we walked around the women's department of JC Penney's (otherwise known as the upper level at this mall). He happened to notice twins in a stroller (I barely got a glimpse of one baby, partly because Ace was closer to them than I was). He remarked that they were cute, but he wants to have kids one at a time.

It was a good comment, because he hasn't fully been on board on this baby-making thing from the time I was (he was willing to try, but nervous about the finances). He seems to finally be in the place where it will be a completely and totally good thing if I was to get pregnant.

It's got me really hoping that this time we'll have accomplished our goal of propagating the species (in really simple terms, I'll be pregnant). It would make this month much better, because it's not been just peachy so far (what with all the heat and a/c problems).

Speaking of the heat, it's got me not eating as well or as much as I should (I keep finding myself light headed, which isn't a good thing). I just don't want to eat warm stuff, but we don't really have anything that would taste good cold that isn't sweet. It's a conundrum that will be fully solved when our a/c is finally fixed and I fully cool off.

Okay, I think I'm doing better now that I've gotten that off my mind.


A Tale of Heat Part 2

Well, what a difference a day makes. Today, we got the fan fixed on the a/c.

Unfortunately, when the fan got fixed, the compressor broke. We're working with our a/c guy and our insurance agents to get a new compressor. But we've got to wait until tomorrow to get back in touch with our insurance (but they will definitely pay to replace it).

So, it's still warm in our house. But, it should be fixed soon (hopefully in the next two or three days, depending on the insurance company). Until then, our house is being cooled by the wind and the fans.

We're spending most of our time in the bedroom, because it is the coolest room in the house (there is a fan pretty much directly over the bed). We also spent some time at the mall to cool down some.

But for now, it's still fairly warm in the house. I'm looking forward to getting goose bumps from the a/c again, whenever that happens.


Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A Tale of Heat

Sometime around 4 this morning our a/c decided to stop working. We don't know why and are waiting for someone to come take care of it.

It's hot in here when the weather outside is in the 90s. And not surprisingly, I'm not wanting to do anything (it's too hot to move).

This isn't the first time I've lived without a/c, but this is the warmest it's been.

I'm going to try to distract myself from the heat now.


Update: We had the a/c guy come out (after 10), but he couldn't fix it until tomorrow. Ace and I are hoping it will be early in the day.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Ants, A Brief History

I have issues with ants. They creep me out. I would be content to get rid of all of the ants on earth. Drastic, I know, but I've got two stories as to why I feel that way.

Story 1: When I was somewhere between 3 and 6 (sorry I can't be more specific, but it was a long time ago), I went to a private school/daycare. They had an indoor swimming pool. One late spring or early summer day, I was walking with my class to our swimming lessons (actually, I think I was walking back from swimming, but I really don't remember) and I walked through an ant hill on the grass beside the sidewalk. A fire ant hill. While wearing sandals/flip flops. I don't remember the pain, but I do remember putting my feet in ice water to stop it. After that, I always made sure to stay on the sidewalk when walking around the school.

Story 2: When I was in 11th grade, I shared a room with my sister. We weren't all that good about keeping the room completely clean (a teenager and a little kid, who is surprised?). I spilled a can of soda and didn't fully clean it up, because I didn't think anything bad would happen. A while later (weeks, months, who knows?) I noticed ants crawling around on top of my dresser, where the soda had been spilled (I had cleaned up most of the spill, but forgot to clean under things). I picked up my alarm clock and there was a ton of ants, including what was clearly going to be more ants soon. I was, unsurprisingly, disgusted and freaked out. I don't remember who cleaned that up, but it got cleaned up and the ants were cleaned out.

So, you can see why I might be reluctant to be living around ants. At all. Nicely our small ant invasion seems to have left. I survived seeing and feeling several ants crawling on me. I survived seeing ants crawling all around the shower and tub, bathing and showering anyway, even though I didn't feel fully clean. I survived having to pour out several drinks and temporarily give up having open drinks in the bedroom, because ants were in them.

We're making a list of things we want done around the house. Extermination is definitely on that list. Ace is somewhat tired of me calling him to do something any time I see ants (I can deal with almost any other bugs, but ants are just too much).

Hopefully, I will soon be at peace with the whole situation, but for now, I'm wishing the ants to leave and stay away. I'd like to be able to drink juice in any room of my house, you know?


Sunday, June 1, 2008

I Made It Through!

May is not my favorite month. I don't hate it, but it's definitely not among my favorite months (other than weather-wise, usually). So, I'm rather happy with myself for making it through the month without contacting my mom (since I'm not speaking to her) and not just hiding in bed for the whole month (most of Mother's Day weekend, but not the whole month).

I'm now just waiting for it to be a week from now to find out if we made May a better month by getting me pregnant. In the mean time, I'm using how I treat the dog to get used to the idea of how to treat a kid (mostly on saying no and sticking to it and being patient while the dog is being annoying). It's going okay so far, but it's also only been happening for a couple of days. It'll get easier, right?

I'm going to go now, because the only other things I have to say aren't full sentences.