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January 31 Introducing...The newest member of my family, set to make his/her debut late this summer. My final answerI've been asking myself a lot of questions lately.
The answer to all of them is
Yes.
January 30 This entry brought to you by Beardo-----Original Message----- From:Beardo Sent: Monday, January 29, 2007 12:36 PM To: Tuckle Subject: RE: Just another manic Monday So here is one. I call somebody right, and the person goes "oh I'm sorry she just went on lunch, would you like to hold for her?" Me: "how long will she be?" Person on other end "about a half an hour" Me: "how about I just leave her a voice mail message in the interest of efficiency" Person on other end "oh ok...and then she can call you back" Me: "yes that truly would be splendid and would totally make effective use of the voicemail system" Person "ok I will transfer you now" Egads........somebody remembered their stupid pill today! partyMy mom's party turned out really well. She was surprised, which surprised me. Everyone who was supposed to be there was there. The weather was asstastic so things shutdown before 1am, which was just fine with me. Throwing a surprise party is hard work, y'all.
January 23 thank you for being a friend....I have the theme from 'Golden Girls' stuck in my head...which leads me to this question:
Which Golden Girl would you be?
You can't all be Blanche (ya buncha dirty sluts,ya!)so give it some thought.
If anyone says I'd be Dorothy I will punch you right in the nu...er, nevermind. That sounded too much like something Dorothy would say. January 22 Glow"Glow" In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze a look through the sky from the start there was this kind of glow the start when it's right you'll know, fascinating love's a secret an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme unpredictable the muses they play never knowing whether teasing or shy January 21 T-6 DaysSista and I spent all day yesterday doing prep for the partay. And we didn't even come close to killing each other--not such a minor miracle. We did a bunch of shopping and put together a picture collage, which I'm really pleased with. I've been gathering photos together for a few weeks, so we had tons to choose from. Kind of weird to see someone's life laid out from beginning to just a couple of weeks ago...someone who's not dead, as Rob creepily pointed out.
Sista is dogsitting her friend's dog Oliver this weekend. Oliver is a chi-poo (a chihuahua/poodle mix. I know.) and smaller than my sister's cat. I've seen Oliver many other times, but yesterday that little dawg hated me. He was all shivery and growly any time I came near him...or came into the same room as him. Eventually he just hid in his little portable dawg house and went to sleep. My sister luuurves Oliver, and has been half seriously shopping around for a similar dog for about the past year. She is in no way ready to be a dog owner. Over the course of the four hours I was at her house yesterday, she accidentally shut Oliver in the bedroom and complained about how bad he smelled (I didn't notice if he was particularly smelly) about a half dozen times. Suuuure, you're ready for a dog.
Anyway, over half the invited guests have RSVP'd, which is good. If other people are like me, I suck at RSVPing, so I'm not worried. The food is organized, the plan to distract our mom during the day before the party is in place. I think our mom suspects something will be happening that day (after all, it is a milestone birthday), but hopefully she'll be surprised to see who all is at the party. I hope she has a great time.
((is anyone else going to be happy when the party is over so I can stop talking about it? No? Just me? Okaaaay))
My family has been great about offering help--one of the advantages of having a large family.
This week is going to be very, very busy on top of the party. I'm leading a meeting at work on Tuesday, I have to complete my annual self-evaluation for my review (I was really hoping it would be a self-examination. I can do that from the comfort of my home, wink, wink). We're having a bake sale at work on Friday....Rob flies in on Friday (if his passport comes thru--I'm not thinking about that right now)...dinner at my Grandma's Friday night....and a bunch of other stuff...hoooeee, I'm plum tuckered just thinking about it.
In other news: my cousin and his girlfriend decided against any options available in the 21 century, and are opting to go thru with the pregnancy and keep the child. Or the embryo, as my Aunt has been calling it.
I'm in a cleaning frenzy...so back at it. Farck, I hate dusting. If (I mean when) I win the lotto, I'm going to hire a full time duster. And a hairdresser, because I love getting my hair did. And maybe a maid, because if I'm busy being rich I don't want to worry about making my bed and all that shizz.
Random Tuckle Fact: I've always liked John Goodman (the actor). Confession:I like to watch CBS' Sunday Morning program.
It's like 60 Minutes Lite, but with only the human interest stories.
And it's sooo hokey. The host wears a bowtie.
But I loves it. January 18 10 Things That Happened Today
January 16 SomedaySomedays the only certainty I have is uncertainty.
Someday I hope I won't always feel as if the rug will be pulled out from under me, as if every misstep will result in disaster.
Hope someday comes soon. Good thing he's cuteEvery year a co-worker and I organize a Pancake Tuesday breakfast at work. I was just talking about this with J-Bot, and he said "Pancake Tuesday is on a Wednesday, right?"
And he was serious.
Too much maryjane for that boy. Woot!American Idol starts tonight!
Shuddup, it's the only reality show I watch, and pretty much the only thing I'll make a point of watching in the next few months.
Paula has been a hot mess lately, can't wait to see how crazy she'll act on the show. Beardo is hoping Paula will "get with" a girl contestant this season.
You're a sicko, Beardo. SICKO. January 15 Diggin a ditchAh, winter showed it's considerable might today, finally. It took me 90 minutes to make the normally 35 minute commute to work this morning, freezing rain the whole way. Fun! The drive home was better, but only took 60 minutes and snowed the whole way--which was a refreshing change from the freezing rain, I admit.
I borrowed a tape player and listened to the tape from the psychic for the first time. I heard a few things I had forgotten....as well as myself giggling and guffawing my way thru it.....jebus, listening to one's self on tape can be unnerving. Predictions aside, it is interesting to find out what a total stranger perceives about you, in a non-judgemental way...enlightening to see what sort of vibe you give off. And a bit scurry how close to the bone she hit. I must be more transparent than I think I am.
Keeter has been in touch regularly again. He's such a fun person to talk to, but he's a hot mess. He'll be in touch every day for months, and then drop off the face of the earth. Before he contacted me again just prior to Christmas, I hadn't heard from him since the middle of the summer. He's changed his cell number, his email address.....maybe he's an International Man of Mystery? Could be.
Nothing I said today came out right. I hate when that happens. Nothing to do but press on, I suppose.
I think I need to dig my ditch. So off I go.
January 14 AFVAfter all these years, America's Funniest Videos still makes me laugh my head off. Just can't get enough of people falling off stuff/into stuff/getting scared out of their wits/taking leave of their senses.
I do miss Saget though. Not. January 12 Time to panic?So the guest list for my mom's party has jumped from a manageable 40 people, to daunting 60 people. I'm sure not everyone will be able to make it, but the addition of 20 people was enough to make me fret.
There are hotels to be found for out of towners,a next day breakfast to arrange, the logistics of it all, and the fundage....which I'm refusing to think about. Money is so dumb.
There are a million things to do, and not many of them can be done until the actual day of the party...and there will be a huge time crunch to get it all done. Let's hope Tuckle doesn't have a meltdown...and heaven help me if I do.
If you have gobs of cash you're looking to rid yourself of, email me. I'll find a way alleviate you of your burden. January 10 Sad dayI've known Trish for seven years. We met thru a DMB website, and hit it off. She was a smart, funny person...she worked for a Catholic School Board in Missouri, which enabled her to have summers off to follow DMB around (which I thought was a little fanatical, but hey, she loved it).
In 2001, Trish came to Ontario and stayed with me for a week. We went on an awesome road trip, seeing four concerts in 7 days; Matchbox 20 in Toronto, then on to see DMB in three cities; in Ottawa where we met up with Brenden and K-Mart and , in Montreal with Brenden and K-Mart in tow and where we met up with Keeter and his crew, and finally all of us back to Toronto where we met up with a ton of people. One of the funnest weeks of my life. Practically every minute of it was spent with Trish, and I didn't want to smack her once (except when she hit on Keeter---girlfriend crossed the line there). She partied hard that girl, but she was harmless and funny and a positive person. We've kept in touch since, our phone calls and emails becoming more sporadic as time went on, but still catching up with one another when we could.
A few nights ago, Trish went to bed and never woke up. I found out today.
Such a weird feeling; Trish wasn't part of my every day life anymore, though she had been for about four years straight. We shared a lot, chatted a lot. It's not as if she's a person I had lunch with twice a week, so I won't miss her in that way, but I'll miss knowing she's out there on the internet somewhere. I'll miss hearing her say "Hey girrrrl" in that southern way of hers.
*sigh*
In '03, Trish met Dave Matthews after a concert. She was so stoked. Below is a picture of her and Dave. Also, a picture from our road trip, Trish and Brenden outside the Corel Center in Ottawa.
K-Mart, do you remember the show in Ottawa? Trish's favorite DMB song is "Granny".....I remember she was seated a few seats back from us, and when they were playing that song I looked back and she was dancing with her eyes closed, a little apart from everyone.
So here we are all of us stand around
We're leaning heavy on each other Always wondering what is it that lies behind The worried eyes of one another I believe it's love that's hiding there Inside you and inside me Maybe the two of us could bring it to the light Love when I approach the tears they fall like rain You tell me baby your heart's into a thousand pieces
Miss you, Trish. Peace, love and DMB*
*This is how Trish signed off all her emails. Beardo says:Greatest thing ever is my buddy and I were in a strip club and the stripper asked if we went there often. My response "actually I didn't know that this was a strip club. I thought it was a dance club and had I known, I wouldn't have come. It's against my religion to see strippers, Jesus says it is bad" I've never seen anyone so confused and disgusted with anyone as much as she was when I said that. January 09 UncannyChantalle has an uncanny knack for calling when I am just walking in the door/peeing/falling asleep/about to crash my car.
The real feat will be for her to call when I am doing all of those things at once. January 07 UnflappableA few days before Christmas, my 16 year old cousin announced that he and his 16 year old girlfriend are going to be parents. My Aunt is handling it as well as can be expected. Of course, neither of the parents-to-be have any clue as to what they've done.
Imagine my Pops' face when he found out his youngest grandchild will be producing his first great-grandchild? Interesting times, people. And there seems to be no end to my family's knack for reproducing (except for me, of course. The psychic said it'd be a few years yet).
My mom turns 50 at the end of this month, and my sister and I are planning a party for her. We've invited 60 people, rented a room....this all sounded like a great idea until we realized that it's just the two of us funding this endeavor, and we have to feed 60 people, and there's still the matter of a gift (which should be special-after all, you're only 50 once) and it's a month after a financially draining Christmas. Stressed? Me? Nah. Well, ya. Yes. So many details, and I have to try to not kill my sister during all of this. I know it will be fun, everything will come together and it will be a great party. It's just getting to that point that can be unfunnish.
I've managed to avoid the cold that has a death grip on everyone I know, but I do have an annoying, hacking cough. Actually, I think it's probably kennel cough. Do not ask how I got that. You don't want to know.
The good feeling that started out the new year is still with me. I was unflappable at work last week, which drove J-Bot mental. Even under extreme provocation I didn't let him bother me. He and a few of my coworkers have made a chart and are placing bets on when I will snap---bless their little hearts, most of them picked days in March and April. If I was a betting person, I'd pick a day during the week of Jan 22-26. We'll see.
Random Tuckle fact: my company gives each employee a $25 gift card for their birthday, and a birthday card is passed around for everyone to sign. We have a sales rep who is a real pitbull of a person--she gets the job done, no matter what it takes or who she pisses off,and she is a royal pain in the ass. Most people avoid her like the plague. A couple of years ago I signed her card: "Maybe this will be the year you turn nice". Funny? Hellz yeah.
My sister's new term of endearment for me is "shit stick". Isn't that nice? No, it isn't, but it is a little funny.
That is all. At ease, soldier. Mmmm, soldiers.
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