2008

The true meaning of PMS

It's that dreaded time of month, approximately a week before a woman's cycle.  Not bicycle and not unicycle, either.  For years and years it's been called PMS, or pre-menstrual syndrome.  We're tired, cranky, and will bitch-slap you for looking at us crooked.  Well, I'm here to tell you what PMS really stands for.

PLEASE, MORE SUGAR!

You see, that's all we really want.  Ladies, can you honestly say that you don't just want a piece of chocolate or a slice of cake, or hell, the entire cake?  Gentelmen, have you not soothed your savage beast with some form of sugar?  It's all we want, nay, need in those few days.

I personally am a bottomless pit when it comes to sugar during that time.  Hence the reason I just ate a piece of cake at 9:30 am. (Thanks, Roboco, it was quite yummy!)  There is no amount of sugar that can quench the thirst of the monster in my belly.  I just must have it!

Why?  Why do I eat like this when I know it just makes a mockery of the exercising that I've been doing?  Why do I do it when I know I have to fit into a dress that doesn't have a lot of extra space in 11 days?  I can't help myself, that's why.  I have no willpower.  I only have sugar and my big, fat fanny.  Now, pass me another slice of that cake.

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When Kiddo speaks Spanish

Something reminded me of this earlier this evening.

When Kiddo was about 4 or 5, I was driving down the road and she was in the back in her car seat.  Kiddo proclaimed that she could count in Spanish.  I figured I would play along and told her to go ahead.  It went a little something like this:

Kiddo: One is uno.

Me: yes

Kiddo: Two is dos.

Me: very good

Kiddo: Three is tres.

Me: nice job

Kiddo: Four is twat-ro.

Me: (after recovering from nearly driving off the road from bouts of laughter) Almost, Kiddo, that's CUATRO.

Kiddo: Ok.

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Happy Monday St. Patrick’s Day

A very green top 'o the mornin to ya Voxiverse!  Kisses to all the Irish lads and lassies out there!

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luck of the Irish this weekend.  Going into the weekend, I was positive that one, two, or all three of the following things would happen: win poker tourney, win the lottery, win a house in the Keys.  Yeah, none of those things happened.  Sure, I can't control the last two, nor could I totally control the first but hey, there's always next week. 🙂

Kiddo, Lovey and I braved the spring break crowds and went to the beach this weekend.  It's really only the traffic that's bad and we missed that on the way in because we go early and leave early.  On top of that, we hang at the end of the beach where not many tourists bother to go.  Good times.  Well, good times minus the sunburn.  I was bad to my skin and didn't have any sunscreen on (except on my face) and thus, got burnt.  It isn't too bad though, just a smidge on the shoulders and chest. 

I don't usually go in the water.  It's cold to me.  It is March though so it's gonna be chilly.  But it was near 90 yesterday and I needed to cool off and the 2 bottles of water, a Capri Sun, and several beers weren't doing it.  In I went.  I also took my non-waterproof camera to try out the panoramic picture taking.  I think it came out pretty well.  What do you think?

 

All in all, good weekend.  Oh yeah, and we have a break between classes this week so it's nice to be able to relax before we head into the next session.  International Business here we come!  More importantly, Honduras here we come!  9 days and counting.

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Let’s Get Ready to RrrrrrrrrOCO Friday

With all due props to Michael Buffer.

We have successfully negotiated our way through another week, let the congregation say ROCO!

So, Kiddo didn't get into the cool school.  She's stuck now just going to regular school.  She had somewhat prepared herself for the rejection though.  She saw the art submitted by the other kids trying out and realized that they kinda blew her out of the water.  I think she still had a little glimmer of hope but she wasn't all torn up about not getting in.

Lovey and I had decided that if she got in, we would stay here another four years, but if she didn't, we would leave sooner.  We graduate in February of 2010 and we've tentatively chosen our 6th anniversary as a target date for getting the hell out of dodge.  There's so much to be done before then but we're just gonna have to plan it all out and get it on a calendar so we can make it work.  It's exciting to finally be able to say, okay, this is when we're shooting for and really believing that we'll make it then.

Go west, young man is what they say and go west we will.  Must.  Be.  Closer.  To.  The.  Mountains.  I mean, really, do we have snowboards to only use them one week a year?!?!

Y que mas?  The weekend is upon us people!  We've got papers to write and I'm still holding out hope that I'll have the patience and a bit of luck to make it into the top 36 in the poker tourney to play for cash on Sunday.  I'll take all the good poker vibes you've got tomorrow at 2:30pm. 🙂

I've not much more to say today so I'll just leave you with my Meez.  Oh, and let the congregation say, ROCO!

 

 

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The world sees things in black and white

Mostly.  So I decided to make my photo that way this morning.  I'm still searching for the lighting/angle that makes me say, "Hey, I really like that picture!"  Maybe if I remember next week, I'll do a series from waking (man, that's gonna be rough) all the way through the day.  I think I'm really just trying to get comfortable in my skin.

I will admit that I feel more invincible when I put on my ring though.  It must have super powers in that platinum.

 

My hair is getting long.  FINALLY!  I'll have to search around for a picture of how long it was when I stopped perming/having it braided.

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