The Name Game

I decided to change my name. Cathy is boring. Cooth is a bit weird. Me, I'm both boring and a bit weird, but I find more joy in my weirdness than in my boringness.

3 Day Weekends Rock

Ahhhh, holiday weekends. They really should occur more often. If only I ran the world....

So Friday night we did pizza and the Lost finale. I'm glad that a few questions were answered, but, now there are new questions. And my pizza with all the random ingredients, was awesome. It made a spectacular breakfast on Saturday morning at the part-time job.

It was hot on Saturday. Kt and I had planned on going to the zoo, but it was Sam's Club day there, so, I'm guessing it was a zoo. Besides, I think it got up to about 90, so the animals would have not been mosying about much. We went to the mall instead. I cannot find any shorts, pants, skirts that look decent on me. I give up. Guess I'll just keep wearing the same old crap I've been wearing. Sorry world. Did manage to pick up some necessities at Target. Yeah! We have TP! Then we went out for dinner and adult beverages. Yum.

Sunday, we did go to the zoo. The weather was cool and cloudy. The animals were up and moving about. I just realized that we never made it over to the otter exhibit. bummer. Lots of new babies at the zoo. Like cows, moose, bengal tigers, buffalo, camel......all cute. Then we hit The Deck. Grilled up a roast, that was way too tough. Bummer. But still edible and fairly tasty. Kt made some awesome taters. Watched a couple of movies.....stayed up past my bedtime.

I MAKE FIRE!

Memorial Day was just right. The weather was great. Did laundry, colored the hair, watched The Price is Right, ran a few errands and landed on The Deck. Got more of my book read and more of my skin red. I did put on sunscreen, but did a crappy job....I have random spots of sunburn. We grilled weenies, had adult beverages - I made mine with the Bacardi pina colada frozen concentrate, rum, ice cubes and a dash of blue curacao. Looked like I put a smurf in the blender. It was tasty. We had an inappropriate discussion about the men we work with. It was a good day.

Must be Penis Week

First, I post a penis story on Mental Jukebox. Then waiter posts a penis story on his blog. And now, just so they aren't left out of all the fun, here's the latest penis news from MSN.

Family Portrait

In honor of Tb moving home, we had a family portrait done.

So far? I'm not really thrilled with the "new" living arrangement. He has NOT gotten his stuff from his previous abode. This, really really bothers me. Lazy? Some reason you can't get your stuff? What the heck is up with that? I love my stuff. It's mine. I want it.
Besides, most of HIS stuff? I bought it. He should get it back for no other reason than that one.

I hate that there is hair all over the sink and in the shower. I hate the dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. I hate the fact that he doesn't have his bed, so he is sleeping on the couch. I hate having to get up at 2:30 am to shut off the tv because he left it on and fell asleep.

BUT, I do love him. So guess this will have to all be discussed this weekend and straightened out. Argh.

Our House

I hated the season finale of House last night. I figured about half way in it was a dream. We know he is going to live because it's on the schedule for next year. I feel so let down. I just started watching House this year when USA put it on after Monk and have fallen in love with our sarcastic diagnostician. So although I haven't seen every episode, this one is by far the worst one yet. Rant over.

I did however, enjoy the exploding testicle. I want the ability to make gonads pop as my superpower.

Bits 'n Pieces

My super powers are returning. Used to be, I could buy gas and two days later, the price would go down a few cents per gallon. I bought gas on Thursday for $2.879. Sunday it went down to $2.799. It took 3 days, but went down more than usual.

J J J

I got an e-mail from Jesus. Found a new website this weekend while goofing off at my part-time job. It's called E-mails from Jesus. If you have a question, you can e-mail him or Satan.

J J J

Watched a couple of movies this weekend. The Station Agent on Saturday night, it was really good. Rent it, watch it --- you'll probably like it. Then on Sunday afternoon, watched Clerks. I really liked that too. Would have liked it a whole lot more if my 19 yr old son wouldn't have watched it with me. You just shouldn't watch some movies with your mother.

J J J

Rained yesterday morning. It was a nice, soaking rain. Great for greening up your lawn or totally destroying your newspaper. At least that's what most of the people who called to bitch at me yesterday said.

J J J

Got a whole lot of kitty lovin' yesterday. The cats have finally accepted me as their human. Kt gets back momentarily. It was a nice run while it lasted.

Mother and Child Reunion

Well, he's back. He lasted longer than I thought. But I think his financial situation is a whole lot worse than he is letting on.

Yesterday, had a message from Tb. "Call me when you get off work." I could tell by the tone, it wasn't good news. He needs to move home "for a while." I told him I didn't know if that was such a good idea and told him I would call back, I was at the gas station and really didn't want to have this conversation over the phone.

So when I got home, I called him and he came over. We discussed our issues. Like how bad we were getting along when he moved out, how I hardly have time to pick up after myself, how I have enjoyed sleeping at night, how I was ready to move into a cheaper apartment.....etc.

How long is "a while" you ask? So did I. He doesn't know. He has agreed to help with the rent. He has agreed to pick up after himself. He has agreed to act nice. We shall see. I told him that if it wasn't working out, he had to move out July 1st. I am also going to add that if he isn't in college for the fall semester, he needs to be out by September 1st. He's had a year off from school and has got to realize by now, that a college education is no longer optional. It's a requirement.

And how do I feel about this? Well, I guess all along I knew it would happen. So, surprised isn't in the mix. He is my child. I do love him and want to help him when I can. He did tell me that he didn't realize what he had until he lost it. Hopefully he will remember that statement and take this opportunity to get it together. We have been getting along so well since he moved out, I sure hope that doesn't change. Maybe he really does realize that I am not as evil as he first thought.

I found this on another website this morning:

"The secret to successful, stress-free living with adult children is all in the mind!

Remember that you gave them all their values, beliefs and attitudes and put your trust in the way you've brought them up. You can't afford to criticise the way they do things, (or their taste in music, clothes or friends). Put yourself in their place and remember how you feel when anyone scoffs at something you value, and bite your tongue before you make even a light-hearted comment about their latest CD or hairstyle."

I don't know that I can follow that to the letter, but it gives me something to think about.

Wish me luck.

Report Card

I got my midterm grades last night. Straight A's. Okay, it's only 2 classes. But still.....



I disco.

I got my summer term schedule too. I'm taking OSHA & Security and Training & Development. I think these will be tougher classes than this term, but I'm okay with that. I got my feet wet this term and I'm ready to go....

Margaritaville

You Are a Strawberry Margarita

You're so sweet it's a little overwhelming, and people are a little afraid of corrupting you...It's a little difficult to imagine you with a margarita. And you're truly a different person after you've kicked back a couple!

What Flavor Margarita Are You?

That link won't work. Dammit. Try this one

What's New Pussycat?

Update on the kitties. Both are still alive. Sullivan is still blaming me for Kt's disappearance. Bruno is okay with it. He was very happy to be fed this morning, but even happier because I opened up the bedroom window. Now, he can smell the lilacs which are starting to open up. mmmmm. It's supposed to be almost 80 today, so between work and school tonight, I will be on The Deck. Good place to re-read my homework assignment.

The Wendy's I normally go to closed on Sunday. I'm sad. Cracked foundation. No more quick lunches at Wendy's for me. I suppose that is a good thing. I love their fries. And their fries, love my thighs.

Went to the foot doctor yesterday. I can start walking for exercise again. Yeah! I have 4 pairs of pants I really miss wearing.

I've been eating semi-decently lately. I can't believe how much better I feel - almost energetic. I have actually got my house clean. Okay, closet is messied up and spare room is a disaster, but where I live, sleep, eat and bathe, clean. AAAHHHH, wonderful feeling. It should stay that way for several days, since I'm not going to be home much. And, I've been more focused at work. I have gotten at least one nasty project done every day so far this week. Wow.

Time and Tide

I got a new CD in the mail yesterday. Actually, it is an old CD, recorded 20 years ago. It was the best mail I've gotten in a long time. The CD is Time and Tide by Basia. I know that Time and Tide was played on the radio, and I think one more song off the album had some airtime. I listened to it last night while cleaning and making dinner. I listened to it on my commute to work. I'm listening to it now. It's great.

I really should be working, but I got lots done yesterday and this morning. There are actually a couple of clean spots here in the cube. Whoa. Maybe by the end of the day, it will be spotless. I am a dreamer.

This weekend was so great. I had both days off from my part-time job, so not one person yelled at me all weekend long. Saturday, Kt and I went antiquing. The first store we went to is one that is made up of many vendors. They were having an open house and most vendors were offering a percentage off. I collect orphan creamers. If there is a sugar bowl with it, I don't want it. I found two "new" ones at this store. However, this creates a new problem. I'm out of shelves. But, lucky me, found a new shelf at the thrift store. Then we had lunch. Always a favorite part of my day.....Then off to another antique store. I thought the first stop was good, but this, was heavenly. They are trying to sell the business. So, all merchandise under $10.00 was 50% off. Everything else was 25% off. I found 5 more creamers and the cutest damn turtle.

I think he needs a bamboo plant. Turtles are supposed to be good feng shui and bamboos are good luck. Sounds like a perfect combo to me.

In addition to all that, I also added three new old cookbooks to my collection (damn you Kt). It's amazing what one can make with a box of jello and meat. I may have to post the recipe for Lazonnia.

Last but not least, we hit The Deck. Fresh air, sunshine, killer rabbits. Adult beverages and grilled steak. mmmm. It was a wonderful day.

Take Me Back Again

Okay kids, let's hop into the way back machine for a visit to 1975.

I loved Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman. But that's not what this is about.

January, 1975, I think it was the 4th, but I'm not positive. I am positive, however, that it was a Saturday. I'm 14 and in the 8th grade. I think (as did most of the girls in my class) that KM is just dreamy. He was a neighbor boy, our parents were great friends and well, so were we. I did have a bit of a crush on him though. We had spent the summer before playing baseball, and hanging out around the hood. Our families went camping together a lot. Anyway, KM was playing in a basketball game that morning and I wanted to go watch. But, my mother had other plans. I was going nowhere until my room was clean. She flat out refused to give me a ride to the game until I was done. So, I just walked to the game.

It was your typical Junior High basketball game except, KM got hurt! He bashed his head into something, had to leave and go get stitches. Oh My! Well, I watched the rest of the game and started walking home. When I was about 1/2 a block from our house, I saw him. KM was on his snowmobile, heading over to our friend Clint's house to show him his stitches. He was heading in my direction, I crouched down and gave him that "Come and get me look". And he did the same. Then, I went up off the street to get out of his way. Unfortunately, he went up off the street to stay on the snow and we collided. Hit me right across my shins, flipping me up in the air, over the snowmobile and landed my ass right on a cement driveway.

KM stopped and ran over to me. Tried to get me to get up. I couldn't. I told him to go get my Dad. So he hopped back on his sled and went to my house. When he ran in the house, he was yelling "I hit Cathy --- I hit Cathy". And my parents and his mother heard, "I hit the cat." And nobody really gave a shit about that. Anyway....finally they came back and got me. Dad picked me up and put me in the car. We drove home. I told everybody I just wanted to stay in the car for awhile. KM's Mom figured at that point, maybe they should take me to the doctor and get me checked out.

At the emergency room they took x-rays. Both legs were broken. I remember feeling all funky and the doctor saying, "She's going into shock!" Ummm, yeah. Wow. So, they put me into splints and admitted me. I stayed in the splints until Sunday night. Then the real torture began. Setting the casts. It was so hot in the room and I don't ever remember anything being as painful. I ended up with casts from my toes to the tops of my thighs. Spent 2 months in a wheelchair and 1 month on crutches. I still have "dents" where the bones broke and manage to whack my shins there on a regular basis.

I think the worst part of the whole thing was losing KM as a friend. He was so distraught over what happened, he could hardly even speak to me. I never blamed him, my family never blamed him. It was an accident. He did give me the nicest card and just signed it "I'm Sorry". I still have it. He was the only person in the whole school that wouldn't sign my casts.

Well, since I bashed my Dad in the last post, I do have to say today that while I was incapacitated, he was very good to me. I would not have been able to go anywhere if he hadn't been willing to move me from bed to my chair, from my chair to the car, from the car to the chair....well, you get the drift.

Why

Work is sucking today. Computer issues. Well, software issues to be exact. I do have some filing that could be done. But I hate doing that, so guess I'll goof off instead.

Why do I hate filing so much? I love it when it's easy to find things. I love it when my desk is tidy. I love it when there is a place for everything and everything is in its place. I just don't want to be the person to do all that. I think a large part of the answer to the question of why is because, believe it or not, I have some major perfectionist issues. You would never know it to look at me and my life, but they are there....lurking beneath the surface. I have a lot of things that I want and/or need to do. First, I map out a plan of attack. If this plan seems flawless, I will execute the plan. However, at the first sign of non-perfectness....I will abort. So guess what? There is alot of stuff that could be getting done, but isn't because if I can't do it perfect, why do it at all.

I do have periods of rationality from time to time, where I am able to get things done, even if they are imperfect. But I find myself falling back on old mindsets and bad habits really really easily. I hate this fact about me.

I think most of my issues come from the fact that I never did anything right in my dad's eyes. If I vacuumed, I missed a spot. If I got a B+, really, it should have been an A. You get the picture. I don't ever remember him telling me that I did something well. I am the oldest of 4 children and was expected to "set an example" for the other 3. I still cringe whenever I hear that phrase. I was a child. It wasn't my job.

Okay, it's out there. Now, I need to get over it. It's been 27 years since I left home......I'll check the computer issues again and if necessary, I'll file something.

Where Did All The Good Times Go

Well, I did the Super Walmart experience. Really, not all that Super. It's big. But not all that different from Kmart or Target as far as price and selection. Some of the groceries are cheaper, but the produce was horrendous! I wouldn't have fed most of what I saw to livestock, let alone eat it myself. So, still had to go to a "regular" grocery store for produce the next day...bah. I do have to say that trying on pants minutes before starting grocery shopping is very motivational. I was able to stick to only buying Core foods....except for one tiny little slip. A pint of Cherry Garcia did manage to follow me home.....

But, now there are edible foods in my fridge. I like the comments on the last post. I guess I've never quite gotten to that "single" person stage yet. I admit to several occassions of ice cream or popcorn for dinner, but it was always by choice, not by necessity. And, I am very very good (or bad) at stopping to pick up Chinese or fast food, if there isn't anything at home. Guess I'm just a good eater.

I found my library card. It wasn't really lost. Just not where it was supposed to be. Haven't been to the library yet. But I'm taking part of the afternoon off. I have to go. I have to get working on my research paper for ethics. It's due in 4 weeks, I think. And I believe I owe the library some money....overdue fees. My bad.

My dentist office just called. Tb had an appointment scheduled for Thursday. I cancelled it. I'm positive he didn't set it up and if he did, he works all day and has no money to pay for it. He's an adult now. Or so I keep telling myself. I hate that I have to "throw him to the wolves" so to speak, but until he gets his lazy ass into school....I'm going to have to be a hard ass. (Yes, Kt, I know I have a long ways to go to get to hard ass status.)

Speaking of Tb, he started a new part-time job on Sunday. I called him on Saturday to see if he wanted to go grab some lunch. Unfortunately, he was working. Then he told me he would be starting the second job the next day and worked 10 to 3. So, Sunday about noon, he calls me and wants to know if I want to have lunch. I say, "Sure, but aren't you working?" He says "No, I don't go in until this afternoon at 10 to 3." I found that weird, but first day and all, maybe they have paperwork for him to fill out and want him there 10 minutes early. So being there at 2:50, really, maybe not all that strange.

So, he stops by my office on Monday afternoon. I ask him how his first day there was. And guess what? He was supposed to work from 10 am to 3 pm. What a doorknob. Oh well, he did show up at 2:50 and they let him work the 3 to 10 shift instead. Oy.

Yep, he's an adult now.

I've Got Plans for You

I am a planner. I'm not a very good follow througher. I plan on becoming one though. Soon.

Tonight, I plan on going to Business Ethics and then to the grocery store. There is no healthy food left in my house. I think there is a 10 day old piece of pizza, 6 eggs (not sure on age), 4 cans of diet pop, a squooshy salad from the weekend and various condiments in my fridge.

I plan on only buying "Core" foods. The Core Plan is one of the options Weight Watchers has for losing weight. I haven't had alot of luck losing on it, but I feel phenomenal when I eat the good healthy foods that are on Core. Unfortunately, tequila, is not on the list.

I plan on going to the Y tomorrow morning. I plan on going to the library this weekend. I plan on finding my library card tomorrow. I plan on getting going on my research paper for Business Ethics. I plan on going to a lecture on Sunday afternoon. I plan on watching some movies with Kt at some point over the course of the weekend. I plan on calling my mother. It was her birthday Tuesday and I still haven't called. I'm a bad daughter.

I plan on cleaning my spare room. It really should be done by now. I plan on moving this summer. It needs to be done. I plan on and on and on........

Young Love

I have been in LOVE with Donny Osmond since I was about 11 years old. I cut his picture out of Tiger Beat Magazine, I bought his 45's. By the time I was 12, I wanted to marry him. I loved Donny through my teen years. It was a secret shame, it just wasn't cool to love Donny. But I did. I still loved him in my 20's and was thrilled when Soldier of Love was released.....I could publicly love Donny again. Sure, he's squeaky clean, Mormon, all-around good guy, but really, I think the world could definetely use more good guys. I've given up on the marrying him part of this love, but still, I want to see him in concert. I'm going to do it. I'm going to Vegas for my birthday. Who's coming along?

Puppy Love

Yesterday, I learned that Donny Osmond will be playing at the Orleans Casino in Vegas just 2 days before my birthday. So.....if you are stumped for what to get me --- just get me to my Donny.....