In Shyne's Mind

~ The Final Countdown ~

Somewhere on this blog is a widget that shows the countdown to Park City, probably lower left. Tomorrow we leave.

I'm going to try to be a good blogger and take lots of pictures and have lots of descriptions in case any of you decide you want to check out PC one of these days.

By this time tomorrow, we should be almost to Denver and by this time on Saturday, we'll be scarfing down breakfast in order to get to our lessons on time.

I'm not as excited as Kiddo (it's only her second time snowboarding) or Lovey (it'll be his first time to see real snow falling from the sky), but I think I'll pick it up a notch once we're actually over there.

So, we're all packed and ready to go, minus repacking Kiddo's clothes from her 'going to Gramma's' suitcase to her 'going on vacation' suitcase. During our drive up to Jacksonville, she graciously asked to stay in Jacksonville longer than Lovey and I were capable of staying and my mom was happy to have her for longer. Kiddo doesn't even see the house before we leave. She lands today at 6:40pm and we pick her up and go straight to the hotel that's by the airport since our flight is at the unholy hour of 7am tomorrow. (I don't know why I complain since that's the time I typically leave the house for work.) Lovey and I had a very quiet week. It was nice.

So there you have it. Today 40 degrees in Miami, tomorrow 30 degrees in Park City. Funny. Let's move the needle forward!

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A quiz a day?

Doubtful, but Roboco did this one and I thought I'd try it out too. Seems that if I'm going to make things better (not that they're bad) I should take into account what others say, probably with a grain of salt, especially when it's a random quiz. Take the quiz yourself here.

Your Existing Situation

Easily affected by her environment and readily moved by the emotions of others. Seeks congenial relationships and an occupation which will promote them.

This is true at times, false at times. I try fairly hard not to let others bring me down but I don't mind some pick me up. I do prefer my peeps to have things in common with me and good gravy let's not even bring up the "P" word.

Your Stress Sources

Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which she imposes of herself or by her own choice and decision.

This is painfully true which is why, at times, I question my decision to be in a relationship and my parenting abilities. I want to work towards being in a position of less restrictions and limitations but seeing as how I don't currently leave the house much, I have to work on that first.

Your Restrained Characteristics

An unadmitted lack of confidence makes her careful to avoid open conflict and she feels she must make the best of things as they are.

Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.

Hmmm, ouch. A lack of confidence. Maybe, although I don't think I come across that way to other people. If anything, I've probably come across as a bit on the cocky side, but I guess that's just overcompensation. As for that last part, let's just say I'm going through a rough spot. After I can dismiss any medical issues, I'll tackle what the problem probably really is.

Your Desired Objective

Takes easily and quickly to anything which provides stimulation. Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting nature, whether erotically stimulating or otherwise. Wants to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality with an altogether charming and impressive influence on others. Uses tactics cleverly so as to avoid endangering her chances of success or undermined others' confidence in herself.

You know, these things shouldn't really be this accurate. I really do love things like puzzles but I don't like to be forced into doing things. So, if it's interesting and I want to dabble, I'm all there, but if you tell me I HAVE to, forget it. I guess my preoccupation is what leads me to things like the trapeze, skydiving and snowboarding. That last sentence, I'm not even gonna touch it.

Your Actual Problem

Seeks to avoid criticism and to prevent restriction of her freedom to act, and to decide for herself by the exercise of great personal charm in her dealings with others.

Right, I don't take criticism well and I know it. I can't prevent the restriction, I can only try to fix what's there. People tell me I should be in sales with my personality, that or a stand-up comedian, but yeah, when I want, I'm a charmer.

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Bienvenidos al dos mil ocho!

A new year means just that, a new year. Lovey and I brought in the new year in peace and a fair amount of quiet. I am what is called 'una vieja', meaning an old lady for those who don't speak the language. I just really like my sleep. I didn't get to 34 still looking like I'm 21 by skipping out on my nap time.

I thought that maybe I would post daily or take a photo daily, but that may not happen. I will, however, try to create a super photo blog of our trip to Park City so I can take my whole Vox 'hood along for the ride. We're equipped with 3 cameras and a camcorder so hopefully there will be lots to see and do.

Best wishes for all in the new year. Be true to yourselves.

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What's a Qdoba anyways?

Only the best damn fast food, chain restaurant that I've eaten at in a while.

Granted, it was Christmas Eve when we went in and the place was empty, but I can tell you from experience that slow times are the hardest time to keep your staff motivated. So I must say that I was pleasantly surprised when we snuck in the back door and were still greeted with honest, glad-to-see-you, hello, welcom to Qdobas.

We had peeked at the menu prior to walking over (another plus for La Qunita, not just Denny's, but Qdoba, Panera, Starbucks, Game Stop, and Applebees within walking distance and that's before crossing the street) so we wouldn't stand there all day trying to figure it out. I made a last minute change to my choice and ordered the Mexican Gumbo, Lovey had the Shredded Beef Burrito. We got a side of guacamole since we're avocado hounds.

Let me just say this: OH MY FREAKING DELICIOUS GOODNESS! Yeah, it was good.

I don't know what all went in his burrito. I took a bite but I couldn't tear myself away from the Gumbo. If you like the Mexican food or even the TexMex, I suggest giving this a try. In-greedy-ents:

black plastic bowl
big scoop of white rice
big scoop of your choice of pinto or black beans
scoop of tortilla soup
scoop of your choice of mild, medium, or hot salsa
huge scoop of your choice of chicken or beef (chicken=yummy)
sour cream (optional)
cheese (optional)
tortilla strips

Fan-friggin-tastic. I'm a Q-girl for life!

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Home from the holidays

No, not home for the holidays, I'm home from the holidays.

Lovey and I packed up the truck with Kiddo, Pooch and presents and took a (short) road trip to Jacksonville. Did you know that there's basically nothing to see on I-95 between Miami and Jacksonville? Now you do and you have proof: no pictures.

Kiddo did find it highly amusing that when we stopped for a bathroom break she saw a couple: black female with dreds and a (quite possibly) hispanic, bald male. I don't, by any means, think we're the only mixed couple in the world, but that is a little bit odd to run into your twin couple at a rest stop off the highway.

So, for the actual three days in Jax, we stayed at La Quinta. Nothing fancy but they sport king beds with pillowtop mattresses and they welcome Pooch with open paws, so we like it there. And if we get hungry in the middle of the night, there's a Denny's within a 2 minute walk. Hello Moons Over My Hammy!

It isn't often that we all get together, so when we do, there's the obligatory family photo. We are one mixed up group.

Xmas_family

I look like I got punched in the eye, but oh well. Out of those 13 people, I'm related to 3 by blood, 7 by marriage, one I just met, and one is my Lovey. You figure it out. 😛

The story of the trip goes a little something like this:

Mom was rummaging through the liquor cabinet and she pulled out a bottle of pear brandy that had the pear in the bottle. Ever wonder how they get the pear in the bottle? Yeah, me too. Well, step-sister says that she knows the answer. They GROW IT IN THE BOTTLE! And of course, this MUST be true because she saw it on TV. Apparently in Jax, they have crackhead TV or something of the sort. After she made this revelation, the room just got quiet. Until Lovey broke the silence with a "WHAT?" Yep, that's my guy. She still swore that they grew the pear in the bottle. Right. They grow a whole tree inside the bottle until it grows only one pear then they chop off that pear, leave it in the bottle, and then pull the tree out of the bottle, scrape out all the dirt and fill it with brandy. I have never laughed so hard in my whole life. My mom had to come in the kitchen to tell me to cut it out because I was literally on the floor laughing. Good times.

Other than that, it was just good family times. A lot of Wii playing, drinking and talking about the good old days. Mom and her husband (no, he's not my step-father, sorry, long story) promised that next year they were doing Christmas with the Kranks, as in, don't look for them, they won't be around. More power to them, I say. I'd like to do something in the way of a family cruise or something, but I wouldn't want to give up a ski vacation for it. 8 days to Park City!!

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~ The Final Countdown ~

A quiz a day?

Bienvenidos al dos mil ocho!

What's a Qdoba anyways?

Home from the holidays

You Missed

Nothing To See Here

Too Damn Slow

Ghosts (of Days Gone By)

Raunchy Activated