No New Year's Resolutions!

I really hate resolutions.  It just sets you up to fail.  The only resolution I ever actually followed thru on was quitting smoking - it just took me a few years to actually accomplish.  

This year I am not going to make any resolutions, except to have more sex and spend more time doing things I truly enjoy instead of making a stupid resolution to lose weight or get organized because we all know that will never happen.

Now, I would like to make some lifestyle changes - NOT resolutions - to eat better, get in shape and remove some negative things from my every day life.  They are not resolutions.  They are lifestyle changes.  I will be changing little things over the year instead of making a ton of changes all at once.  Wish me luck! 

I wish every reader who comes across this blog or this entry a very prosperous new year.

Change in Plans

So I'll be spending the night at home instead of watching the STARS game live and in person and in a Suite - yes, a suite.  My oldest child, E, has explosive diarrhea - his words not mine - and we won't be going.  Mason might be with his brother or a friend of his, but not us.  We will be watching something stupid on TV -

WAIT!  NO, we will be playing Lego Star Wars: TCS.  Yes, my night is looking up.

My New Years Eve

So my New Years eve will be envied, probably only by The Unstable Blogger and her children, but at least I know it will envied.  Mason & I are taking our children to a hockey game for New Years Eve.  Our beloved Dallas Stars and playing the Nashville Preadators.  We will be sitting in a suite (oh-la-la) and hopefully watching our favorite hockey team beat the c-r-a-p out of the Predators. 

If the nasty sore throat I have somehow managed to pick up starts feeling better we will stay for the New Years Celebration downtown, if not we will be home and I will be ringing in the new year cuddled up under my covers watching some lame show on the TV.

My TO DO List.

Need to work on Lego Starwars: The Complete Saga. I am now at a big 19.8% complete, I spent 3 hours playing last night while my husband entertained the neanderthals he calls friends (Ha - love you guys!) at the hockey game last night. Completely obsessed is what you would call me.

Need to continue on the cleaning-out of my kitchen, attic, closet etc. I guess that is what will continue for the month of January.

Need to organize for Tax Return. FYI, everytime I drive to my parents I pass by the IRS building in Austin. Without fail, I always roll down my window and yell "boooooooo!", just like Homer Simpson.

I am Dijea, and I am an addict.

Addicted to Lego Star Wars the Complete Saga that is.  I was completely obsessed with the whole Lego Star Wars II on XBOX 360, we then got the Original Trilogy on Playstation.  It sucked.  So when Christmas came around my children, bless them, got me The Complete Saga on XBOX 360. I love it!!  I am 10% complete right now.  Just started today, I have 12 out of 160 gold bricks & I have found two red bricks inside the levels.  I have yet to play Challenge Mode or get a blue minikit, but I know its just a matter of time.  I just spent 3 1/2 hours playing this evening.  

I am almost worse than my husband.  NO, I could never be worse than him with video game obsessions.  Its just not possible.

Help, I'm a little lost.

I'm having issues today.  A fish out of water if you would.  Yes, I got more retail therapy yesterday with a new computer.  Not just any computer, my first Mac, and I-Mac to be exact.  There is a little bit of a learning curve going from a PC to a Mac.  I used to be on the cutting edge, I have an Accommodation from the Network Department from Saks Fifth Avenue when I saved the whole west coast from a virus that hit the network department, I talked stores into uploading their POS systems without hooking up to the contaminated Network back east.  I saved the day.  I used to set up workstations and take care of daily maintenance at the company I work for now. 

Now I can't find the 30 day trial of the two word processing programs on my new computer.  I called my husband to ask him why they weren't there.  He told me they were in applications and to dust put it on the desktop.  I can't find applications.  

Aren't we cute?

Yes, this is me and the old man. Aren't we cute? Can you tell from my writing I've had a little wine? I had my Office Christmas party tonight and it was wonderful. Everyone told my husband how wonderful I am and have I started selling RE yet? We had a fabulous dinner, I had probably one too many cocktails. I was in the dress and my 4 inch heels and got either you look fabulous or your boobs are hanging out - it all depended on the age of the person talking to me.

I'm off to bed. If anyone from my office reads this - you looked fabulous!

Jeeez, another day lost to nothing.

What a mess my life has become! I can't seem to get anything accomplished. I thought I would have the day to go to Sam's and the grocery store and get the laundry done. Boy, do I need to do laundry! Instead I get a call from a mom who needs a nebulizer. I am glad to drop it by, because I am fully aware of all the fear you get when your child starts to wheeze. OK, 15 minutes out of my day is not a big deal. Then I realize that I haven't taken the money to the office for the December birthdays. Oops! When I get to the house to drop off the nebulizer, I am reminded that we have a birthday party at 1:30 - oops again no gift, now I gotta go to Target and that wasn't on my list either.

So I drop off the birthday money and on the way to Target, Hunter informs me of his hunger pains, so we get the gift and we are headed home to feed his hungry stomach. Its now 12:30 and with the party in an hour, I have no hope of Sam's or the grocery store. I did get a load of clothes in the washer, but that isn't even going to put a dent in the laundry. The party will be over just in time to go pick up the other child and the husband will be home by the time we get home.

Well, another day of no accomplishments and a night of staying up late to get it all done. I hate the holidays!

The Ultimate in Retail Therapy

Although my mother will cringe when I say purchasing this was Retail Therapy. But it truly was.

I have an I-Phone!

Would it be bad to say Nanny-Nanny-Boo-Boo? Well maybe, but it is sooooooo awesome. I can do anything on it. Anything. I can have multiple e-mail accounts. I can turn them on and off as I need them. I have Google maps & can look at it by satellite. Its an IPod, I have Internet. When you text it pops up with little dialog balloons. OOOOOH! It keeps a calender, I have world clocks & weather (now I'm showing my age) a calculator as big as the screen and a pretty decent camera.

Miriam got some cool stuff too, she inspired my Retail Therapy entry for today. Oh, and a special thanks to Troy (my company's IT Guru) who got my work e-mail on it and working - Yea!!

Because I was tagged by Ashley.

“When people say ‘Christmas’ you immediately think…”

How much is this going to cost me? Seriously, I think snow, hot chocolate, whatever weird clothing item my mother is going to get me this year.

"Favorite Christmas memory…”

The year I got my own telephone. We had finished opening all the presents and we were sitting down to dinner and my dad asked me to go back into the living room and check the tree. A telephone was sitting under the tree. I was 13 and thought it was the best thing ever.

“Favorite Christmas song/carol…”

Silver Bells

“Favorite Christmas movie…”

I'm not into Christmas movies

“Favorite Christmas character…”

The Grinch Heh! Heh!

“Favorite Christmas ornament/object…”

My Alamo ornament.

“Plans for this Christmas…”

Home with the boys - hopefully my parents will make it up. Dad, feel better.

“Is Christmas your favorite holiday?”

NO, I enjoy it, but I prefer warm weather holidays & days where the stores stay open.

OK, I tag Stehle & Krista. Answer the questions for yourself.

The man I married.

I have to have married the strangest man in the world. Obviously he has some redeeming qualities, because I called my friend Denise about 5 hours after I met him to inform her that I had met the man I was going to marry. He is funny, he makes me mad and he also makes me want to pull every hair out of my head. He makes me cry, he makes me laugh till I cry & he makes me cringe with some of the bizarre ideas he has.

He's come up with several skits for SNL - which would be totally hilarious. If Lorne Michaels needs some writing talent, my husband would gladly volunteer. Several times he's come up with ideas then a couple of years later BOOM, there is a commercial advertising his idea. For some reason he always screams at the TV that ______ stole his idea, and then comes to me to complain for the next 30 minutes.

He makes up silly songs, one was Chicken Chili Burger Fries, this is what I'm hungry for. He gets mad if he loses the games he plays on XBox 360 or Playstation III (yes he has both and it was not my idea). He burps at the top of his lungs, I swear the windows rattle, but has a problem with farting. Go figure.

At the same time, he will cook dinner anytime I ask, he even scooped kitty litter when I was pregnant. (For those of you without cats, when you are preggers, there is no scooping of the liter. Not allowed.) He cleans the dishes, washes the cars, and will watch the kids anytime I want to take off for parts unknown (mainly Target, the grocery store or maybe if I'm lucky a massage).

Well this was his latest idea. I'm not really sure if he deserves a medal or a shake of my head over his latest idea. You decide.

OK, here it is.

Miriam guilted me into this. So this is the dress I bought, but of course this is not me - this is a gorgeous model and my dress is a bigger size, and black not purple. But it gives me a waist, has "peek-a-boo" slits in the underskirt to show off my legs & makes my boobs look like the DD's they are.

Found a Dress & Other Stuff

I found a dress, like it and it actually makes me look not so big. Unfortunately, now I am re-thinking the shoes. Its ok, because I like shoe shopping so no total hardship. My sister in-law, Anjie - the one who gave the kids the Snoopy Snow Cone Maker, is loaning me the red pashmina so it I won't have to worry about that.

Oh & I have to go to Target later, whoooooo Target. I love me some Target. The day is looking up.

More Blah

So I didn't do very well in my morning routine today. I couldn't get motivated to get out of bed, Ethan & Hunter couldn't get motivated to get dressed, the cats were attacking each other. Mario is doing his best to completely de-fur Zelda. She just hisses and poops in the bathtub. Turco, he just sleeps on my pillow and weighs about 100 lbs, but its all muscle.

After depositing Ethan at school, we rushed home to get Hunter fed and off, I was empty on gas in the car and therefore had to skip breakfast to fill up the car - then I ruined my body with a McDonald's sausage biscuit & a cup of coffee. I dropped off Hunter & ran to workout. Burned a whole 348 calories, and over the last month have lost 2.75 lbs, unfortunately I gained 3.25 inches. I did lose 1.84% body fat, but all I know is that my clothes are getting smaller and not bigger on my body and that is making things kind of blah.

I tried on the "little black dress" I have in my closet only to find that to zip it up means I have to break rib bones. So I'm off to go shopping for something to wear to the two Christmas Parties I have over the next week. UGH! I hate shopping, unless it is for bath products or shoes. I have yet to purchase a Christmas Present (except for the BIG children's gift - sshh they are getting a trampoline) and my MCE hours are due by the end of the month. I haven't done my Christmas cards and I'm sure there is something else I am just forgetting to complain about.

Now that I've complained I guess I will stuff my face with raw vegetables & go shopping. Maybe I can pass by a bath shop on my way....

Blah day, Cat Comes Home.

Today has been the most blah day. Nothing really bad happened, I didn't get anything accomplished except emptying the dishwasher and reloading it. Oh the grocery store, but I wouldn't have done that except that there was absolutely nothing in the house to fix for lunch.

I did find the missing cat though. Zelda, who often goes out on what my husband calls a sabbatical. She just goes missing for several days. Then invariably I will look out the back door during a torrential downpour, and there will be Zelda waiting to come in. Today, Hunter and I took a trek around the neighborhood screaming her name. I found her walking across the street around the corner. Unfortunately, the evil devil cats - Turco & Mario - chased her down a storm drain. So I spent the next 15 minutes sitting on my butt on a wet street calling for my cat to come out of a storm drain. She was way down the pipe too. Thank God she is back in the house because its suppose to get close to freezing tonight and my very old Zelda doesn't like the cold. Ethan will be ecstatic that Zelda will be sleeping with him tonight.

Isn't she pretty?

Mason is my hero.

Mason is done! Finished! He has graduated from school and now we have the actually pinning ceremony this afternoon. He starts his "real job" on Monday. Can there be any greater accomplishment? Its been hard, we've missed a lot of time together, between his school work, clinical rotations at night and them me working weekends. There was I think 3 months we only saw each other Sat/Sun/Mon from about 6 pm on. Yuck.

So we'll go to a normal schedule, I will stop working weekends as soon as I can get my replacements trained. Mason and I haven't been home together on weekends for over 7 years. What happens when the weekly trip to Target or the grocery store ends in divorce? We haven't done it in a long time, what if we don't know how? Maybe I should still go by myself. Maybe it will mean 4 years of therapy. Coffee's ready, got to wake up.

The Piano Man

Last night, I got together with a girlfriend and saw Billy Joel. It was the second time I got to see him in concert and it was fabulous. I could say a million things, but all I would do is sound like a dork, so I'll just say I totally enjoyed it.

After a little convincing, I am going to take Ethan, my now 6 year old to see the Foo Fighters in January on his 7th birthday. I have to get the tickets, but I don't think that will be hard. I can't wait to take him to a real rock concert.

Is sleep really too much to ask?

I have trouble sleeping. It takes me forever to get to sleep at night, and then the slightest noise will wake me up (usually Mason's snoring). Even though I know I should get up and do something productive, I am so tired and lay in bed trying ever so unsuccessfully to get back to dreamland.

That being said, it is even worse these days. With the whole sick Hunter problem, now Ethan is a coughing machine, although he is much easier to take care of than Hunter. He got up at 11:15 last night and got in bed with me. Snuggled up all tight against me. This was fine until I had a hot flash (I'm not even 40!). Mason went to sleep in Ethan's room and I made them change beds - probably somewhere around the 1AM to 2AM hours. Then Hunter wet the bed at 5:30 so I'm totally running on empty.

Although my husband is very helpful around the house and will do anything I ask him most occasions, if he is already in bed asleep, forget asking him to get up. So I guess I am destined to be up at night with children, cats & whatever else there is to take care of for the rest of eternity. For the record, we are never getting a dog, I am not getting up to let that creature outside to pee at 3 am. I'm just not.