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Nightmares and Dreamscapes

Is the name of a Stephen King novel. There, I said it. On with the post.

Yesterday was a bad day to be in Miami. See Roboco's post about the crane collapse, there were break-ins that resulted in shootings, the road that I take to travel the 9 miles from the place I work to my home was shut down because of a very bad accident involving two motorcycles resulting in a 2 HOUR drive to get home and the side street on the way was clogged up because of another motorcycle crash in which an older guy laid it down and was laying in the street when I went past. Yikes, what a nightmare for Miami.

There are only a few things that I am afraid of. I mean, really afraid of. Needles are one and bats are another. Not like baseball bats, flying rats. Those nasty little buggers. I've never been a fan ever since one dive-bombed my head when I was walking home at dusk when I was around 10 years old. ACK!

When I lived in Mexico, there were bats everywhere. I was freaked out all the time heading back to my room. There were places I wouldn't walk because I knew they were hiding in there. Slightly irrational? Yes. I've seen them on the ground. I know how big they are. They're small. That doesn't make them any less yucky.

Last night I dreamt that one flew into the house when we left our sliding glass door open. This wasn't a small black bat. This thing was huge and brown. I think that's why I called it a coconut bat* in the dream. It was as big as a freaking coconut! Lovey shooshed it out of the house while I screamed. I woke up this morning thinking, man I'm glad we got that stupid bat out of the house. It was just that real.

* I don't think there's any such thing as a coconut bat.

Today, Kiddo goes to Mom's, thankfully not on American Airlines as I'm watching CNN and they just cancelled about 200 flights. Tomorrow, we leave the country! No, I'm not excited or anything. 😀

It's hump day, ya'll. Get your hump on! Have a great day! HEP.

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It’s Monday, I have a ton of stuff to take care of, and yet, here I am.

You know, because I don't Vox on weekends. Any old excuse will do.

Okay, if I don't get these things out, they'll be stuck in my head and they'll be in the way of doing my other stuff.

On commercials:

Yankeebob reminded me of this. If you aren't in Florida or Georgia or one of the three other states that has a Publix, then you will not have seen this commercial. Just so you know, Publix is a grocery store like your Winn-Dixie, Giant Eagle (pronounced Iggle), Albertsons, Kroger, whatever monstrous chain you have in your area. Their slogan is "Publix. Where shopping is a pleasure."

They do these commercials about family and family time and such and Lovey seemed to find this one to be amusing. It rotates around a black family and a woman who just married into the family. She has just returned from her honeymoon and is attending a family function. She is in someone's house and everyone is cooking and following recipes on beat up index cards. Her husband tries to peek at one of the cards and the woman holding it (presumably his sister) yanks it away.

Everyone is cooking away and ignoring this poor new addition to the family. Someone asks about her honeymoon and she starts to answer but gets pushed out of the way and all of a sudden, it's time to go to Big Momma's house. The food is being passed around and everyone is chowing down but the Noob still feels a little uncomfortable. Of course, the watchful eye of Big Momma sees this. After dinner is cleared (this all happens in about 30 seconds, mind you), BM brings out a cake and Hubby whispers to the Noob that 'that's the cake I was telling you about'. Three layers of yellow cake with fruit and whipped cream in the middle. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?

No one eats on camera and everyone is now leaving. BM is showing everyone the door and tells the Noob, "Welcome to the family." Noob gives her best fake smile and as she and Hubby walk away, Noob reaches into her pocket to find the recipe for the cake. AWWWWWWW!

Lovey found this commercial to be funny, bordering on dumb, but then again, Lovey ain't black. Kudos to whatever ad agency wrote that one up because it's pretty darn true. My Gram wouldn't write a recipe down. EVER. She took some great recipes to her grave. I'm the only one that can even get close to her mac and cheese because I would stand under her in the kitchen constantly. Does this part of the blog have an ending? No.

On wedding plans:

I am so not girly when it comes to this sort of thing. I've never wanted the white dress/church wedding. Ever since I can remember, I've been upsetting my mom with a 'why can't I get married in the back yard and have a BBQ' attitude. Last week, Lovey and I were briefly discussing getting married after watching a funny video. I mentioned that I wasn't into the whole thing and he said that he was fine with that. I did say, though, that if it was gonna be anything even remotely done-up, that I would want it to be at the Club Med here in Florida so it would be easier to gather my friends since they're scattered all over. Lovey happened to love that idea, hooray. So we didn't set a date, per se, but figured we'd do it before our big move out west. So, spring to early summer of 2010 is the date.

On to-do lists:

Return library books, pick up leisure reading
Buy Zumba videos for delivery upon our return
Pack Kiddo for a week at Gramma's
Pack us for weekend at ~~Bernie's~~ Honduras Intercontinental Hotel, Tegu
Self-manicure
Buy shoes
Buy new foundation
Finish product descriptions before Mr. N kills me
Write a discussion for class
Write a paper for class

Okay, it isn't as bad as I thought, but I feel like I'm missing something. It all has to be done between work and sanity time and leaving work early on Wednesday to get Kiddo to the airport and our early departure on Thursday. Go me!

So, not that many will notice, but I'll be off the radar beginning Wednesday afternoon, returning Monday. I lurve a 3 day workweek. Peace out, ya'll. And, oh yeah, HEP!

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I could not let this day pass without making a mention that today is Lovey's birthday. 🙂

I got him a couple of small things and we're going to go out to dinner over the weekend. He's a tough cookie to shop for!

I'm not always the best at remembering dates but his birthday is easy. Long ago, my grandmother used to say that, while I missed her birthday month, I did get her day. I got my grandfather's month. Which I always thought was pretty cool. And then along comes love who has my father's month and my mother's day. Kinda nifty.

Being born today makes you a Pisces but almost an Aries, otherwise known as on the cusp. They say that Pisces folk mix well with Cancers and Scorpios and Aries folks mix well with Leos and we Sagittarians. Since he's so close to Aries, we'll call it good.

Happy birthday, feliz cumpleanos, joyeaux anniversaire and all that jazz to Lovey!

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How old are you anyways?!?!

I think that I've mentioned before that people always mistake me for much younger than I am. (I get asked for ID for booze and sometimes lottery, and once, quite recently, I was asked if I was old enough to drive.) I should take this as a compliment. Mostly I do. When I'm with my mom, people think that we are sisters and when I'm with my daughter people also think we are sisters. I think when all three of us are together, people just don't know what to think.

Yesterday, Lovey took Kiddo to the dentist for me as I had a work function to attend. I am familiar with the people in the office and on our first visit, they mistook Kiddo for my sister. We cleared that up. Usually, I go into the room with Kiddo and talk to the dentist, mainly because he's a funny guy. Lovey chose to stay in the waiting room while Kiddo went in.

I think there may have been a new hygenist because the regular one knows me. The new hygenist asked Kiddo, "What does your brother do?" I can only imagine the confused look on her face because the hygenist clarified herself by mentioning 'your brother who's outside waiting for you'. If I know my Kiddo, she laughed directly in this woman's face before explaining who Lovey is.

We will be young forever!!

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Welcome back my friend, to the show that never ends…

I'm so glad you could attend. Come inside, come inside. *

I've been so very un-Voxy for the last week. Part of it is that I've been "busy" but most of it is that I've been lazy. Last Friday, Kiddo, Lovey and I headed north to the beautiful city of Port Saint Lucie where we spent 3 alcohol filled days and 2 drunken nights partying like rock stars. (No alcohol for Kiddo, or at least no more than a sip out of my glass.)

Upon our arrival, Friday afternoon, we proceeded to check out our room (King size bed! Thanks Shawne!) that was adjoining with Kiddo's. We opened up our curtains to find that our balcony overlooked the "fitness pool" (only named that because it's by the gym) and that happened to be where everyone was hanging out for the weekend. The beauty of it is no matter how loud it got at the pool, the doors were so superiorly soundproof that we couldn't hear anything. As a matter of fact, I certainly didn't hear my friends yelling for me to come down to the pool and "stop fucking" as it was so eloquently put when Lovey and I were spending a little QT.

We spent a lot of time hanging out in the pool, having beers and catching up. It was certainly good to see so many of my friends that I haven't seen in a few years. All my brothers and sisters from other mothers were there. It really was a family reunion.

Kiddo was completely stoked to hit the flying trapeze. She spent a lot of time over at the circus and they were kind enough to let her participate in the flying trapeze show. (Video to be posted later.) She begged me to come over to do the show as well, but I happen to remember what they force you to wear for that show and I was in no mood for a one piece purple leotard. After the trapeze show, Lovey joined us in the theatre for the second show. Kiddo wanted to sit right in the front which is never a good idea at a Club Med show, but I let her pick the seats anyways.

Of course, there are always audience participation numbers and with one of my best friends Anthony running the number, Lovey probably could have guessed that he'd be getting pulled on stage. I don't know who was under more pressure, me or him. My friends were razzing me about his dancing skills before he even got up there, being the dirty girls that they are. I told them that it didn't matter what happened up on the stage, there was a reason I disappeared on various occassions. 😉

Lovey did a spectacular job and was a super good sport about the whole thing. I have to order the pictures from that one, but those won't get posted out of respect for Lovey's shy side. I'm so proud of him for actually getting up on stage and then proceeding to do a great job. It was all in good fun and I think he kinda expected something of that nature to happen anyways.

Another entire day of debauchery flew by and before we knew it, it was time to once again bid farewell to all of my Club Med buddies. The good news is that plans are already in the works for the next reunion.

We spent most of the day Sunday just unwinding from the rest of the weekend, watching football, and listening to more football on Sirius. I always at least get to hear my boys play even if I don't always see them.

Monday brought an appointment that I'm not quite ready to talk about yet. If I haven't already jinxed it by sharing it with two people, I'm hoping it still comes through. By Monday evening I'll know if the jinx held or was broken and then I'll fill you in on the whole story.

To tell the truth, I don't know what happened to the rest of this week. I woke up today and it was Friday. It's also payday, yippee, and to top it all off, today is Lunch Bunch where the company gives you $20 and teams you up with 4 or 5 people from other departments and you all grab lunch together. It's a neat idea. Let's you meet folks you might not have otherwise met. The company isn't that huge or anything, it's just that people tend to stick to their departments.

I guess that's it for the recap. I'm still working towards getting my business off the ground and I've been wanting to write a book for a while now and this morning, the perfect title and format hit me so maybe I can get an outline down on paper sometime soon. Thanks for visiting my ramble. Have a wonderful Friday and a kick-ass weekend!

* Please forgive if I rearranged the words of the song to make them fit what I wanted to say.

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Nightmares and Dreamscapes

It’s Monday, I have a ton of stuff to take care of, and yet, here I am.

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How old are you anyways?!?!

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