There have been some, for lack of a better word, ‘delicate’ issues going on in my life lately and surprisingly enough – one of them required me to check out the San Diego County Courthouse records. I got what I went for… then spent the next 4 hours completely and totally fascinated with the whole idea of ‘Public Records’.
I discovered that:
My dentist has 18 lawsuits of malpractice and personal injury against him.
My ex-boyfriend has a record…
So does his brother…
And so does his brother’s wife…
And so do his parents!
And so do the people we bought our house from.
Oh, and the lady who does my nails has one as well.
(It could be a mistake. There are LOTS of people whose names are spelled with 16 consonants and one vowel. OK fine. It IS her but she cuts cuticles like no one else so I’m NOT CHANGING!! I’ll just watch myself when she has a sharp object)
So what does all this prove?!?!
I sure can pick ‘em!
Oh snap… is that mom and pops I see on the listing too?!?!
Someone’s got some explaining to do….
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Proud sis...
Mike was on the news this morning fighting a fire. You can check out the article below:
http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/15173899/detail.html?dl=headlineclick
He is in the picture on the right of the three firefighters. He's in some of the other images as well. Check him out!Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Me a hypochondriac? Nooooo….
I read an article in the oh so newsworthy magazine of Cosmo about a girl in her young twenties who went through menopause. The magazine described the symptoms in detail and offered support groups to those dealing with this so young in life.
The symptoms:
Hot flashes, insomnia, headaches, body shape changes around the abdomen, water retention, emotional ups and downs, and forgetfulness.
A few days later, I went to the theater with the girls to see 27 Dresses and as soon as we hiked to our seats, I was roasting. I yanked off my sweatshirt and started fanning myself. I looked around at the girls as they sat there peacefully in their thick sweaters and thought…
Oh. My. Gosh.
I have all those symptoms!
I am absolutely roasting in JANUARY, I can’t sleep, I had a nasty headache yesterday, I’m getting pudge in my tummy, I retain water, I’m emotional, and I forget everything!
I’m going through menopause!!
Then I start thinking about how much Chris and I want a kid. Well, I guess we could adopt. American adoptions are kinda out of the question though, it would take too long. I’ve always wanted a baby from Africa. They are very hip these days. I wonder if I should start that process because I heard it takes a while. Should I just go to africanbabies.com or something? Hmm. I wonder if they have those menopause support groups in Santee?
All this, and the previews still hadn’t finished.
By the time I got home, I was worked up to a tizzy. I burst through the front door and yelled to Chris, ‘Honey! I’m going through MENOPAUSE!’
Silence.
His eyes rolled to the sky and I literally heard him think, ‘Lord, why me? Why? She is absolutely nuts.’
He asked why I thought I was while desperately trying to hold back a snicker.
He failed.
I told him about the symptoms and how I had every one of them and he said:
1. You were wearing a sweater in a heated theater.
2. You’ve never slept well.
3. You didn’t drink water and you got a headache.
4. If you think that’s pudge, you’re stupid.
5. You retain water because you eat the equivalent of a salt lick daily.
6. There are therapy groups for the amount of emotional you are.
7. There is a lifetime supply of post-it notes all over this house that prove you have a bad memory.
Oh.
I guess I’m not going through menopause.
Bummer. I was really looking forward to that African baby.
The symptoms:
Hot flashes, insomnia, headaches, body shape changes around the abdomen, water retention, emotional ups and downs, and forgetfulness.
A few days later, I went to the theater with the girls to see 27 Dresses and as soon as we hiked to our seats, I was roasting. I yanked off my sweatshirt and started fanning myself. I looked around at the girls as they sat there peacefully in their thick sweaters and thought…
Oh. My. Gosh.
I have all those symptoms!
I am absolutely roasting in JANUARY, I can’t sleep, I had a nasty headache yesterday, I’m getting pudge in my tummy, I retain water, I’m emotional, and I forget everything!
I’m going through menopause!!
Then I start thinking about how much Chris and I want a kid. Well, I guess we could adopt. American adoptions are kinda out of the question though, it would take too long. I’ve always wanted a baby from Africa. They are very hip these days. I wonder if I should start that process because I heard it takes a while. Should I just go to africanbabies.com or something? Hmm. I wonder if they have those menopause support groups in Santee?
All this, and the previews still hadn’t finished.
By the time I got home, I was worked up to a tizzy. I burst through the front door and yelled to Chris, ‘Honey! I’m going through MENOPAUSE!’
Silence.
His eyes rolled to the sky and I literally heard him think, ‘Lord, why me? Why? She is absolutely nuts.’
He asked why I thought I was while desperately trying to hold back a snicker.
He failed.
I told him about the symptoms and how I had every one of them and he said:
1. You were wearing a sweater in a heated theater.
2. You’ve never slept well.
3. You didn’t drink water and you got a headache.
4. If you think that’s pudge, you’re stupid.
5. You retain water because you eat the equivalent of a salt lick daily.
6. There are therapy groups for the amount of emotional you are.
7. There is a lifetime supply of post-it notes all over this house that prove you have a bad memory.
Oh.
I guess I’m not going through menopause.
Bummer. I was really looking forward to that African baby.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Winning... is so very nice.
I more than doubled my money in Vegas.
I’m interested to see the reaction of my tax guy when I claim my Vegas winnings.
Heaven forbid I dupe the IRS out of taxing my 10 bucks.
Oh. You thought I won big? Well, to win big, you’ve got to bet big. I would hardly call 4 bucks in the penny slots, ‘betting big’.
As soon as I crossed the 10 dollar mark I cashed out. Thank heavens for those automatic ticket redeeming machines. I’d be too embarrassed to actually cash the ticket for 10 George Washington’s at a window with a real person.
As I started toward my room, I noticed a creepy guy standing by himself waiting for the elevator. He turned around, dirtily looked me up and down, and a disturbing smile spread across his face. I immediately detoured to the closest slot machine and dumped in a dollar of my hard earned winnings.
I lost the dollar in the poker slots but that may be because… I don’t know how to play poker.
Look. I didn’t have a choice of machines ok?!?! It was a girl emergency!
But I don’t count it as a loss anyway. It was a ‘no way in Hades I’m riding in the elevator with the gross man’ fee and I was happy to pay it.
A couple hours later, we were driving down the freeway. Pops was on a business call and I stared out the window at the strip… and noticed…
‘Uh. Is the Monte Carlo on fire?’
Dad glanced and continued his call – completely brushing me off by the way.
Thanks.
‘Pops, those are flames. That is a fire.’
And then pulled out my camera… because that’s how I roll…
…like a tourist.
An hour later we rolled by again...
Here's pops losing 3 bucks...
And me winning 10!
Seriously, we're high rollers. $7 combined.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Oooh, THOSE cards… oops.
Well, it’s been an interesting two days.
Before leaving, dad asked, ‘Do you have cards?’
‘No. But I loaded up my ipod and I rented a movie from itunes so I should be good. I’m not sure how good the movie is going to be but I’d rather watch a boring movie than stare at some of the freaks and geeks at the airport. Besides, I haven’t taken playing cards on a plane since I was 13… oh wait. Business cards?... Of course?’
My dad just stared at me as if he was trying really hard NOT to call me a complete moron.
I always have business cards – What else am I going to drop in those little glass ‘win a free lunch’ bowls at the front of restaurants?
Shoot. Did I just say that? I mean. I only use them for business purposes!
The first meeting went well. The guys were in their mid to late 20’s and fans of the Chargers. How could we not get along? And they were at the same Detroit game Chris and I were at – um hello?!?! That’s like… bonding.
Lunch went well too I guess – since I live for embarrassing moments. We had to make it a quick stop since we were running late. I tried to order an ‘All American Meal’ from McDonalds but the guy behind the register just stared at me blankly. I leaned closer and whispered, ‘It’s a happy meal without the toy and in a regular bag pretty much.’
Still a blank stare.
Brilliant.
‘You want a happy meal?’ He said curiously after staring into the ceiling dumbfounded.
The line was growing so I told him that was fine.
Yeah, fine if you don’t mind sitting among a group of business suited people with a Kid’s Meal connect the dots bag and a giant plush bunny.
Oh well.
My red cheeks still recovering, we walked into our second meeting, not remembering it was going to be with a conference room full of superintendents and some company big wigs.
Superintendent. Definition: The guys who make every subcontractor pee their pants in fear.
Company Big Wigs. Definition: The guys who make every superintendent pee their pants in fear.
Why don’t I have a job where I can just sit and look cute?
I mean, sure, my presentation section was only about 4.5 minutes long but it only takes about 4.5 seconds for me to turn bright red in fear.
But it went well in spite of me.
After the meeting finished, a superintendent walked up to me and said, ‘I have your picture hanging in my work trailer.’
‘My… my… picture?’ I stammered.
‘Yeah, right near our door where we can see it every day.’ He smiled.
‘Um. How terribly… uh… flattering? Where’d you get a picture? I asked.
‘Your co-worker e-mailed it to me.’ He grinned.
Mental note: Kick Katie in the pants immediately upon returning to the office.
There was more but this entry is long enough. I’ll update you later on…
‘Is that the… no…is that…the MONTE CARLO ON FIRE!!! I’ll get my camera.’
&
‘Heck yes, I more than doubled my money’
&
Food, food, food.
Before leaving, dad asked, ‘Do you have cards?’
‘No. But I loaded up my ipod and I rented a movie from itunes so I should be good. I’m not sure how good the movie is going to be but I’d rather watch a boring movie than stare at some of the freaks and geeks at the airport. Besides, I haven’t taken playing cards on a plane since I was 13… oh wait. Business cards?... Of course?’
My dad just stared at me as if he was trying really hard NOT to call me a complete moron.
I always have business cards – What else am I going to drop in those little glass ‘win a free lunch’ bowls at the front of restaurants?
Shoot. Did I just say that? I mean. I only use them for business purposes!
The first meeting went well. The guys were in their mid to late 20’s and fans of the Chargers. How could we not get along? And they were at the same Detroit game Chris and I were at – um hello?!?! That’s like… bonding.
Lunch went well too I guess – since I live for embarrassing moments. We had to make it a quick stop since we were running late. I tried to order an ‘All American Meal’ from McDonalds but the guy behind the register just stared at me blankly. I leaned closer and whispered, ‘It’s a happy meal without the toy and in a regular bag pretty much.’
Still a blank stare.
Brilliant.
‘You want a happy meal?’ He said curiously after staring into the ceiling dumbfounded.
The line was growing so I told him that was fine.
Yeah, fine if you don’t mind sitting among a group of business suited people with a Kid’s Meal connect the dots bag and a giant plush bunny.
Oh well.
My red cheeks still recovering, we walked into our second meeting, not remembering it was going to be with a conference room full of superintendents and some company big wigs.
Superintendent. Definition: The guys who make every subcontractor pee their pants in fear.
Company Big Wigs. Definition: The guys who make every superintendent pee their pants in fear.
Why don’t I have a job where I can just sit and look cute?
I mean, sure, my presentation section was only about 4.5 minutes long but it only takes about 4.5 seconds for me to turn bright red in fear.
But it went well in spite of me.
After the meeting finished, a superintendent walked up to me and said, ‘I have your picture hanging in my work trailer.’
‘My… my… picture?’ I stammered.
‘Yeah, right near our door where we can see it every day.’ He smiled.
‘Um. How terribly… uh… flattering? Where’d you get a picture? I asked.
‘Your co-worker e-mailed it to me.’ He grinned.
Mental note: Kick Katie in the pants immediately upon returning to the office.
There was more but this entry is long enough. I’ll update you later on…
‘Is that the… no…is that…the MONTE CARLO ON FIRE!!! I’ll get my camera.’
&
‘Heck yes, I more than doubled my money’
&
Food, food, food.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Happy Birthday Wes...
You are the craziest kid I know... but I have to love ya.
That's what aunties do.
And yes Cole, I know the picture is from Christmas 2005...
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