Tuesday, July 29, 2008

There's no help for it. I'm a Junkie.

Yep, back on the diet cola.

I swear, it's like a drug. One swig and I'm hooked.

Okay, here's the rationalization part of the post. I had been doing really well off the diet cola, but I had gotten into a bad habit of substituting wine for the soda in the evenings. Not a good idea if you want to lose weight.

I am a big believer in taking a bath after the kids go to bed. Those Calgon ads were more accurate than they knew. And I like to do it up. I like to have the bubbles, a book and a drink. It used to be that I would take a soda in with me. Not romantic, but a cool drink and a hot bath are a nice combo. But after I stopped drinking soda I started bringing in a nice glass of wine. Nothing wrong with that right? And if I stopped at one glass that would probably be the case. But I always have to have one more when I get out-- you know, to wind down and all.

Those wine calories add up.

Sooooooo. I bought a litre of soda, just to have a bath time. And I hate to say it. But it's been a good thing for me. I've lost weight and probably two inches off my waist in the last two weeks. I must've been drinking more wine than I realized. Gosh, I'm a lush.

So here I am. Back on the soda, but off the wine.

But all may not be lost. I hear Diet Coke is going to start using Stevia instead of Splenda or Aspartame. That should be better, right? I hope so. I've actually had the Diet Coke with Stevia before when I was in Japan and it's tons better than what we have now.

I hope Diet Coke switches over. I'd like to feel a little less guilty.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Sort of a good news, bad news, good news.. kind of thing

Let me start with the good news. I took my son to the neurologist this last week and the first thing he said to me was "your son is definitely not autistic."

I like this doctor.

I wasn't actually too worried that my son would be diagnosed autistic. Despite the fact that Asperger's is considered on the autism spectrum, there seems to be some controversy over whether or not it should be considered an autism-like disorder at all. So all I was really worried about was what the doctor saw as a long-term prognosis for my son-- which apparently is very good.

The doctor said my son is too young to really evaluate for Asperger's, and since I have a couple of traits my son probably will too. But-- and this is what really won me over-- the doctor said "there is too much right with this boy for me to be worried about him."


All I have to do at this point is make sure my son gets speech therapy and take him back to the neurologist in 6 months to monitor his progress. The doctor said the diagnosis could change over time, but he didn't think it would get worse-- only better. Words a mom likes to hear.

Okay. The bad news. My nephew calls me a few days ago. That's a good thing. I didn't have his number and had been wanting to hear from him. He's a good kid. He's 16, mellow and seems to be on the right track. His brother on the other hand....

This is where I get a pissed off for a bit.

My other nephew is in jail. Now, as bad as that is, that's not what I'm pissed about. My jailbird nephew (son of my jailbird brother) is 19 years old and has been in and out of jail for the last year (3 times I've been told) and I didn't know any of this. I also didn't know that he dropped out of school his Sophomore year (almost 3 years ago).

How is this possible you ask?

Because my mom is a liar. A chronic, bald-faced liar.

My mom spun me a story awhile ago about my nephew being in juvenile hall. Oh, he was in juvie, but that's all I ever heard. To hear my mom tell it, my nephew went back to school and everything was hunky-dory. WTF?

I remember asking my mom over the last year if she had had my nephews over to visit before she left and she always said she was too busy or too tired or whatever. I asked many times about those boys and not once did the subject of jail come up. I think I would have remembered that.

Why? Why lie? I don't get it.

So I guess my nephew is following in the dubious footsteps of my brother. The one I haven't seen for over 10 years thanks to his meth habit. Oh man. I hate hearing this kind of stuff.

So I'm going to end this post on a happy note.

My new couch came today.

I talked my husband into a sectional couch that is just gorgeous. It's not super trendy, but it is micro-fiber so I don't have to worry about kids and pets. It's soooooo soft and cuddly. We ordered the fabric so it's not the cheap micro-fiber that's stiff. It's like a baby's butt. Is that a good description? I don't care. It's soft. And it has a corner with my name on it.

Monday, July 14, 2008

My husband... kind of like Costanza

My husband is a great guy. I've mentioned him several times on my blog and I think we can all agree he got more than his money's worth when he married me. And not in a good way.

But like all people he has some strange quirks. That's okay. I think a big part of staying married is finding someone who's quirks you can live with.

So I'm watching "Resident Evil" the other night (yeah...I know) and my husband walks in during a scene in which Michelle Rodriguez is on the screen and asks "is that Denise Richards?"

Me: Blank stare.

Hubby: "What? Isn't that Denise Richards?"

Me: Looking at the TV screen to verify that the channel hasn't changed on it's own. Nope. Still Michelle Rodriguez on the screen. "What are you talking about?"

Hubby: Looks at TV again. "What? She looks like Denise Richards."

Me: "What planet are you from?"

I go through this kind of stuff a lot with my husband. There are times when I know we're wired differently and we will never see eye to eye on some things. However, he can't take all the blame--even on my own blog.

The thing is, I'm really literal. I mean really, really literal. I've mentioned before that I think I have Asperger's syndrome, and without belaboring the point too much, a super-literal mind is characteristic of the syndrome. Or maybe it's just me. I don't know.

Anyway, my husband is a goof-ball. Non-sequiturs are a big part of his everyday conversation. He likes "Seinfeld" to the point that he will insert quotes from the show into a conversation at will-- much to my confusion.

Just recently I was reading a book about Asperger's and trying to explain something to my husband about the syndrome when he suddenly pipes up "You're like George Costanza! You've got to do everything the opposite of the way you've been doing it your whole life!"

I literally started crying.

It took my husband about ten minutes to convince me that he was, in fact, kidding. He did not win any points for sensitivity that night.

And then it occurs to me that my husband is actually the one who could be compared to George Costanza. Throwing out an inappropriate comment is not that unusual for him. I threw a birthday party for him a few years ago and invited a ton of people. We were playing pool and hubby was playing a game with a female co-worker, Michelle, who has become friends with us over the years. Anyway, my husband missed a shot and ended up setting up Michelle perfectly for her next shot-- which she made with ease. Then hubby decides to pipe up and say, really loudly, "Oh sure, you always like my sloppy seconds" thinking that would be funny. Needless to say, every eye in the room looked at him in a slightly horrified fashion. My jaw dropped and just as I was about to whip out a can of whup ass on my husband, Michelle walks up to me, pats my arm and says, "don't worry, he knows not what he's saying..."

And you know what, she was right. He had no clue that "sloppy seconds" had a potentially offensive meaning, like this funny article I found, or that maybe it's not a good idea to say the phrase, loudly, in front of a lot of co-workers.

I think I've managed to rein him in a little though. I've tried, mightily, to get him to think before he speaks-- not an easy task. I haven't been embarrassed in front of a large crowd of people in months, so I think it's working.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The View Outside My Front Door

~I actually have this on my sci-fi blog too. The smoke is so overwhelming that it's all I can post about right now...

Okay, I have to do it. The smoke here has been crazy today. I tried to take some pictures while out driving, but it's hard to drive and take pictures-- and I don't recommend trying. So the picture here is the best I could do. I don't know if you can tell how hazy it is, but let me tell you this. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon when I took the picture and about 103 degrees. We have no clouds in the sky-- just smoke. It kind of looks like a cloudy winter day.

The other picture you see here is right off my front porch. I took it at about 7:30 in the evening. I was hoping to catch a really red sun today, but it wasn't as bright as it has been on other evenings. Normally though, you wouldn't be able to look directly at the sun, especially as it was just going down. But this shot is just as it looked from the naked eye.

I wish blogs came with smell-o-vision so you could smell the smoke too. It smells like I'm directly in the path of a campfire.

I promise. This will be my last smoke related post.

Just pray there are no floods or earthquakes in my future.

Friday, July 04, 2008

10 Year Meme

I'd say I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile, but since I think only 4 or 5 people visit me here, it's probably not a big problem. I get it though. The family drama can get to be a bit much can't it?

But it has simmered down a bit. Thankfully. And in a weird way it leaves me at loose ends.

What on earth do I write about? I'm afraid I'm not that interesting without my dysfunctional family to gripe about. I did paint my toenails a very interesting shade of blue today though...

Fortunately Full Throttle Steve has saved me from the topic dilemma. He tagged me for a meme.

What were you doing ten years ago?

This is actually a very easy question to answer. Convenient timing too. I got married on July 18, 1998 and my 10 year anniversary is in two weeks. I was in the final stages of planning my wedding. The wedding had been a minor nightmare because my mom decided that my wedding needed to be an exact replica of my brother's. She had gotten into a weird competition with my brother over who made more money and who could spend it the most unwisely (see, I can fit family nonsense into any topic). Anyway, my mission, at the time, was to restrain my mom from turning my wedding into an out-of-control production and I have to say I think I did well. I wasn't really interested in having a big wedding, but we still ended up with 150 guests (many of whom I did not know) but it was very nice. Hot too. It was 108 degrees on my wedding day. Thank goodness we opted for an indoor wedding. Too bad the air-conditioning broke. We had a lot of sweaty guests. But they ended up happy since we had an open bar.

Five things on your to-do-list today.

Well, since it's the 4th of July, we're definitely going to light some fireworks. After that, I'm not sure...

Plan something yummy for dinner with a good dessert for a hot July holiday.

Maybe take the kids swimming (the gym pool is open part time today).

Fold the laundry. Which I %^$#*& hate.


What would you do if you were a billionaire?

First, do a happy dance.

After the obvious stuff, buy the dream house, car etc... I'd make sure my family, even my parents, were taken care of. Then, I'd try to think of what kind of Bill Gates' kind of charity thing I could do. Though I wouldn't plan on giving it all away.

What are three of your bad habits?

Oh boy, where to start?

I can be very cluttered. Thank goodness my hubby is a bit of a neat freak, he keeps me in line.

If I'm not motivated to so something it may not get done. I don't know if it's a lazy thing or a procrastination thing. I need momentum to get through the day sometimes. And lot of caffeine.

I stay up way too late.

What are some snacks you enjoy?

Brownies. Apples and peanut butter. Red peppers and ranch dressing.

What are the last five books you read?

Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

The Four Forges by Jenna Rhodes

Stray by Rachel Vincent

Before They are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie

Fablehaven by Brandon Mull

What are five jobs you've had?

Grade school teacher.

Cocktail Waitress.

Associate Producer (television)

Title clerk for auto wholesale company.

Advertising sales & freelance writer for small newspaper.

Where are five places you have lived?

We moved a lot when I was a kid, but mostly in California. Let's see, in Ca I have lived in Palm Dessert, Palm Springs, Corona Del Mar, Irvine, Costa Mesa, Fair Oaks, Granite Bay, Roseville and Rocklin.

Klamath Falls, Oregon.

Osaka, Japan.

Who am I going to tag?

No one. I think everyone who comes here has already done this meme.