Office

Brett needed a desk so that we would have more room to put the printers, etc, and he got a new chair (Because both the office chairs we had were cruddy ones someone else was throwing away), So we decided to move up to dad's office. Yea for sharing. This means we might move our bedroom into the previous "office/bedroom," and make our bedroom into a more useful bedroom for when siblings come down for christmas (if they end up coming). We also ended up getting me an actual desk.. so that is how we spent some of the money Brett got pre paid for one of his projects.

And is also how we spent T.G. Weekend aside from the 2 thanksgivings. Pictures

Mom said she wouldn't move until I took a picture, I was obedient.
Wall #1
wall#2, Dad's Corner/"U"
Wall#2 and 3- Brett's Corner

Wall # 3, I don't get no corner.
Wall less balcony and all the Junk we are supposed to move by wednesday afternoon. Also, Po's Buttox.



In the old office, Po Slept at my feet under the dresser I used for a desk, Now He has a bunk-bed on Brett's old Leg unfriendly desk.. the new printer desk.
Now you want a bunk bed tooo.

worth the wait

I'ts been a while, but believe me, this post is worth it.

Although I doubt that I will get a new bike for christmas, I am hoping enough that I've been researching so that I can go into stores and know better what to look for. Good news is, that as long as my parents are willing to spent $13000, I need not look any further.

Introducing the conference bike (I'm holding out for a mountain bike model... I hope they come out with one soon.

and incase some one argues with me, I know it is technically a tricycle.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I made an mini apple pie last night, but didn't eat any of it. I was told it was good enough for me to make for 2nd Thanksgiving on Saturday. For those of you on my mother's side of the family, lets hope it wasn't a lie.

Spent the day with Brett's mom at B's uncles house. It would have been a lot more fun if Polo had behaved so oddly. Mom and Dad were going to be out and didn't think we should leave poor Po locked up, so we brought him with us. Even though he got along fine with their dogs, and wagged his tail happily indoors with the people, he spent the first 3 hours whining none stop. I don't know if he was simply over stimulated, or what.

Any how, I am sad to report their were no inconvenient or interesting adventures today.

Notice to Public

Adendum to park rules:

1. When a PUBLIC park says it closes at 10 pm, that does not mean that between the hours of 9 pm and 10 pm you are the only one allowed to use it-even if you really really like the parks quarter mile paved loop.

2. Lets say boy and a girl in their mid 20's arrive and, holding hands, they walk their dog around the same loop you are walking (because, well, the loop pretty much is the park). Lets say the couple started out about an 8th of a mile behind you, but is walking slightly faster than you and eventually begins to lap you. THERE IS A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE THEY ARE SIMPLY THEIR TO WALK THEIR DOG, AND ARE NOT THERE TO STALK YOU.

3. If you desire some privacy with your precious phone you have (at least)three choices:

1. Yell and scream at aforementioned couple so that they take off their headphones in time to hear you say "can't I have 5 f'n minutes to my self blah blah blah blah." This option may succeed in getting under someone's skin, but it will also make you look stupid and enhance negative stereotypes you may already be subject to.
2. You can recognize they have headphones and probably don't really care to listen in to your drama, drug dealings, or what have you.
3. You can wave your hand and make eye contact to get their attention, and then kindly explain to them that you recognize their right to be their but were hoping for some time alone. Suggest to boy and girl that both parties speed up when they are crossing paths. Say please and thank you, and present your emotional age to be at least equal to your physical age.

It's just that nothing gets my knickers in a twist quite like people who think they can accomplish things by being rude and who assume you do things simply to P them off (hence the craigslist rant months ago).

"Oh brett, wouldn't it be fun if we went to the park and just followed _____ people around to make them uncomfortable?" (at the risk of sounding stupid) PUH-LEASE, people-As if.

puberty

So, I had this weird dream were I was supposed to visit (V.T.) all the girls at church who were pregnant, and give them a baby doll so that they could practice. Practice what? I really don't know what they were supposed to practice. I suppose it was something like holding them or not forgetting where they put the baby. 

So I get to the last one I am supposed to check on, and realize I look really stupid carrying in the baby doll because she had her baby a few days ago and I just didn't have time to visit her earlier (too many prego's). What would a girl with a real baby do with a practice baby. Lame. I also felt a bit out of place because this girl lives with her parents in their huge mansion... like horses running free huge.

Oh yah, and the new mommy was 8--as in 8 years old.  Dreams are weird, especially when you wake up and realize that they aren't all that imposible.  There are a few 8 year olds out there who have reached puberty and could, in fact, get pregnant. 

Good news is that the little girl had already managed to get her figure back.

Grossest Ice Cream Cake Ever.

Baskin' Robbins just sent me an email announcing there new thanksgiving ice cream cake. A shiny turkey shaped ice cream cake... That is like "Conversation Heart Candy" molded meat loaf... the two just don't go together and would just totally confuse the senses. They couldn't possibly have run this by a focus group.

My Dog Says You're In Heat

When I think of all the things dogs can be trained to do, I almost feel like it is a waste just to have one as a pet. I saw this bed bug thing once where a dog was trained to sniff out bed bugs and could identify them where the infestation was too young for the experts to identify. Dogs can also tell when other dogs are in heat... so I keep thinking of all the cool things I could train Polo to do.

1. Sniff out Ant Hills (so we can kill 'em where it counts)
2. Identify when a woman is at her most fertile (think of the dinner parties! Oh Sue, IF you and Eddy are trying to get pregnant, you may want to leave our shindig a little early!) People would come to me from around the world so that they could save 10 bucks on ovulation predictor kits.

oh ya, that website

So in my strive for perfection, my insistance on designing my web page from scratch, and my inneficient use of time, it has been a long long time since I have worked on my web stuff. I technically do not use my time well enough to do much asside to my magazine work, but I still feel like I should be working on this. I own my web page name, but am not paying for a server at the moment, so nothing is actually up... but here is what I have been working on into the wee hours of the morning.

So, I've decided my home page will rotate between these 3 set ups....either by flash, or by a different page loads everytime some one hits the site... not sure which.





And now that I have a cell phone, I feel like I could actually get a business card... I should get the web page up though so that I can get a Myname@secretwebsite.com email address.... which I forgot to put on that card. oops.

Health care

I don't have health care. I can't afford health care, and the funny thing about that is...

...that I don't think I am entitled to health care just because other people can afford it.

I also think that there is a large portion of people who could afford health care if they prioritized it over eating out, getting wii's, buying dvds, etc. I only eat out maybe 12 times a year, own a relatively small number of dvds, and have bought most of my music and clothes with birthday money; however we did adopt a dog, get me a new computer, occasionally splurge on junk food, and buy a 2nd vehicle (the motorcycle). I'm sure I could have gotten health care instead-it just wasn't my priority


Yesterday I went with my husband as he wen't to help with some computer issues for a friend of my family's. These people have an extremely nice house with two fancy dishwashers, a very large yard, a nice tennis court, framed art every where, etc. I suppose I could have thought "this is not fair. I live with my parents. I think I should give one of her dishwashers to someone even less fortunate than I.

Here is the thing I don't think people understand. Rich people do a lot. This family I mentioned above does soooooo much for other people without expecting anything back. I once knew a single mother of 3 that they put through school-because goodness knows it is hard to go to school, make money to support 3 kids, and watch all of those kids simultaneously.

This family lets others use there lovely backyard for weddings free of charge, and I am not kidding when I say that they probably have at least 10 weddings at their home every summer.

These are the people that finance community playhouses and do not turn a profit.

These are people who donate numerous hours of their free time to the community.

These are people I respect and admire for their selfless service

So when I hear people talk about redistributing the wealth it makes me sad. I worry that when we take money away from people forcibly and give it to someone else, we are depriving that person of a chance to share their money freely. Attitude is everything... the whole spirit of giving and serving is lost. People become bitter about sharing as opposed to excited. And instead of grateful, those who receive become entitled.

and instead of charity and gratitude we are left with bitterness and selfishness.

I do hope to one day be rich. Who doesn't? and, if I ever am, I want to be the type of upper class that has the opportunity to struggle with the choice of more luxury vs. helping others.... I want that choice because I want to prove to myself that I can do the right thing--and that I can set that example for hundreds of others who will grow up to be wealthy.

souflé (olé)

I was sooo domestic this week. This could be becoming a weekend habit.

I think it has been quite the month actually: one Sunday pumpkin pie, the next lavender ice cream and meringue cookies, and this weekend? Well, yesterday I made cute (and deliciously spiced) mini-turkey burgers. Today I marinaded Carné Asada, made spanish rice, and MY VERY FIRST (chocolate) SOUFLÉ.

It was a bit confusing simply because I have never even eaten a souflé before...so I didn't know things like how the inside texture is supposed to be moist almost like aerated pudding, or that you have to eat it in the first few crucial minutes before it falls. To the best of my knowledge it came out perfect. Luck I tell you.

Before baking... a bit marbled because I was afraid of over folding the egg whites.

And brett picks his out. He is the first to experiment with the moist possibly undercooked center that turned out to be cooked.

nose jewels

Sooooooooo... I was Christmas SHopping online (which by the way, I am almost done with, because I am that awesome) and in this jewelry place I came across fabulous ear Jems and nose "jewels" (and I call them jems and jewels because they are clearly roughs in the diamonds).

EXHIBIT A: Ax to baby's head earrings

Okay, so they say those are rabbits, but I am convinced it is part of the Planned Parenthood uniform.


EXHIBIT B:You know, For kids!
This was listed as a nose ring...sooo, when your 5 year old boy wants to bling it up with airplaines



EXHIBIT C: Just what I want on my nose