Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Here, Piggy Piggy


Here we are, sitting with our tickets to Mexico, awaiting word from the powers that be--is it or is it not safe to vacation in Mexico? The US Government suggests that it is not; our Mexican resort suggest that it's just fine. Is the Piggy Flu a true medical problem or is in the Media hyping hysteria on the global scale? Should I or should start shaving my toe hair or should I just skip it for now?

The wife and I are basically in Vacation Limbo--it's like we're in the landing pattern of O'Hare and there is not much you can do until you get clearance to land. Most of the time, I laugh about the whole thing. Who books a trip to Mexico and then has to contemplate the pros and cons of going on a trip because of a possible pandemic involving swine? At other times, I mutter obscenities at the Media, as this 24-hours-a-day instant news access has created quite the monster. I pass on a piece of chocolate while thinking of wearing a bikini; the next day, I eat seven extra pieces of chocolate in frustration.

It's been a very interesting process. Only one person has "voted" that the wife and I should go on our trip as scheduled. Everyone else--and, the numbers are vast--have very loudly & passionately "voted" that we should not go. Me? It's way out of my hands--I have to just sit and wait. Talk about a lesson in powerlessness. The Travel company has our money and they ain't gonna hand it back. Since it's a few weeks away, the company hasn't made any announcements yet......

Sit.

Wait.

Tick.

Tock.

Oink!

Actually, I haven't been very hysterical about it. It is what it is. I only have momentarily lapses into hysteria, usually involving thoughts of not being able to get back IN to the country or being quarantined once home; after all, I work with a frail population (if I did speak of work, I would speak of this, but since I don't, I say nothing) and I'm not sure anyone is gonna be happy to see me come back to work after being to the land of certain pork doom. I may be religated to remain in my office, mask on face, gloves on hands, anti-bacterial lotion slatered all over me.

When I start to feel a micro-bit of hysteria, I think about how we are truly a global society... and that if this swine flu thing is as big as they seem to suggest it is, I'm thinking it's already all over the globe and it certainly must already be where I am at this moment....so, what's the difference if I'm on my couch or on a beach in Mexico? We travel the globe, get sneezed on by other germy travelers. You can be on one side of the globe in the morning and on the other side on the same day. How do you stop germs from traveling in such a small world?

All we can do is wait. I have no energy to argue with the travel agent, so we'll wait until the word comes out on the Internet. I can't make the government say we can or cannot go. All we can do is wait and....

......tell you to cover your mouth when you cough and cover your nose when you sneeze.

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Drug Lords and Swine Flu

Ah Mexico.... I'm going to put the thought out that some Mexican Massage Lady (a legitimate massage lady, your corrupt tidbits) is going to offer me this service at no charge because she likes my tattoos and heard that I'm a good tipper. It won't be the wife giving me a massage as she can only give a massage for about one-point-two seconds and then she whines that her hands hurt. (I say, "Mortify the flesh!") Mexican Massages: come to me free and legit! Come on, Universe! Like Madonna says, "If you want it, you already got it."

I can feel that massage already. Yum!

This upcoming trip to Mexico has led to interesting reactions from friends and co-workers....the response (or lack of, I suppose) has been quite intriguing:

Friend: "Where you going on vacation?" I reply, "We're going to Riviera Maya in Mexico."

Silence.

The silence is followed by a slight smile, followed by a bit more silence.

Drug lords. It's the drug lord stories that have them reacting with silence. Not palm trees; not white, sandy beaches; not Montezuma's Revenge; not skin cancer from sun burns.....drug lords, kidnapping, murder--THAT'S what comes to mind.

(I suppose we should worry about Pirates while we're snorkeling, too, but no one ever seems to think of Pirates in relation to Riviera Maya.)

I'm not too worried that some drug lord is going to swoop down upon the Tulum Ruins and hold me hostage.....in fact, I think there is a MUCH bigger chance that I'll get a free massage before I'd ever be in trouble due to a Mexican Drug Lord (no offense to the drug lords, of course).

Then, there's the Swine Flu. That seems to be the second portion of the "Mexico-silence-friend-response." I hear there has been some trouble with Swine Flu as related to Mexico; in fact, our Canadian neighbors all in a titter about it. It's not from eating swine, so being a vegetarian isn't going to help here. It's that coughing and sneezing that is spreading the wealth. I'm feeling pretty confident about this concern....but, the wife is in the other room, television blaring a story about Swine flu. I hear the words "swine flu," "Pandemic" and "Mexico" all in one sentence. It's hard to ignore. The announcers warns of "a global epidemic that can't be contained."

I don't have time for this little piggy.

The announcer goes on and on. It's then when I have a thought!

All the drug lords are going to come down with Swine flu and they'll be too sick to do much of anything while we are in town.

Genius!

I'd be of no use as a hostage, anyways. Thanks to new glasses (hey, I'm blind--have to have them--trifocals, no less), a trip to the dentist (since when does it cost $200 for a cleaning, some bite-wing x-rays and a 30 second exam?) and paying to have the lap top fixed (of which those techies did not do--what a scam--I am going to chase them around with a Blue Screen of Death til the scream "uncle"), I'm worth about $1.57. They'd be better off going after the massage therapist.

Me? I'm going to focus on palm trees, warm breezes, delicious Mexican food and my free massage on the beach....that and sneezing, wheezing, swine-filled drug lords.

I feel better already.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

You are Here


Okay, so you are not here. I'm not here, either. But, I WILL be here soon enough!
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The wife and I have spent the last three nights fighting--er, I mean discussing vacation ideas. We had long given up on a vacation as it is not in my budget...and, besides--Master Reiki and Blue Eyes had just taken us to Hawaii, Wisconsin. Still, the "V" word kept popping up and thus we have been staring at the computer screen for three solid nights, looking for a vacation to be had.
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My demands were many. It had to be during a specific week in May. It had to be warm and sunny and safe. It had to be within so many dollars. It had to be a non-stop flight. It had to be somewhere NOT on the western side of Mexico (I'm still shivering from how cold the water was in Cabo). It had to have many things to do--like snorkeling, hiking, touristy things like culture, museums, shopping, etc. It had to be all-inclusive. I preferred it be an island but would be okay with being on land as long as it was near water. It could be in the US, it could be in the Carribean, it could be in Mexico. I didn't want to go to Europe. Hawaii was too expensive. It had to be a minimum of four out of five stars/apples/suns.
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As you can imagine, my demands made the search both easier and more difficult.
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We took turns surfing the web, each of us looking as long as we could stand it--then, we'd pass the laptop to the other. (The Blue-screen-of-death-free computer, I might add. Still no problems from the BSOD. Take that, computer store!) The wife seemed to be searching sites with fruit (think: apple) and I seemed to be searching ala carte--flight, hotel, etc separate to make our own package. We looked at every single web site known to man about travel. We plugged in dates and times and airports and destinations. The wife was thinking seven days; I was thinking five; the web sites were thinking three. By the 349th time I had searched a certain airline's flight availability, I cracked. I couldn't stand doing this any more. By night three, I never wanted to go on another vacation. The wife kept talking about Puerta Villarta and I kept thinking, "the water is gonna be waaaaay too cold there." We fought about money, about travel dates, about locations, about ideas, about flight itineraries.
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It was too much. Last night, I threw in the towel and went to bed, vacation-plan-less.
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When I got to work this morning (for some reason, it was only 5:59 AM when I got there, so I had time to consider my options), I came to the conclusion that the Internet was not the way to seek fun in the sun. I knew it was time for a professional intervention....
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....it was time to find a travel agent.
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The wife was in agreement, so I made my list of demands and set off to the land of travel brochures and posters. (I asked the wife not to come as I figured we'd just sit there and bicker while some poor travel agent waited for us to shut up.) I finished my day at work and took my laundry list to an unsuspecting travel agent. I admitted my defeat and admitted I never wanted to search for a vacation on line again in my entire life.
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To her credit, she didn't laugh or chastise me--she smiled in knowing, empathetic manner.
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Travel Queen listened patiently to my list of demands. "I want to be on a beach, in the sun, enjoying really warm water. I've already been here, here, here, and here and I want somewhere else." Blah, blah, blah. I went on and on, squishing three nights of searching into a five minute speech. She stopped taking notes and instead just listened, nodding in agreement every once in awhile. She asked few questions: "Passport?" (Yes, we have them.) "Out of the country?" (Yes, but not Europe. I'm not in the mood for Europe. I indicated Mexico would be all right.) I kept describing my needs and wants, she kept listening. I could tell her wheels were turning. I liked this woman.
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When I added, "We loved Cozumel; we absolutely loved it," she got a very bright look on her face, got up from her chair, grabbed a bright orange travel guide, opened it up, put it in front of my face and pointed to a beautiful, glossy picture. "Here."
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I took a gander. It was beautiful.
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Travel Queen explained this place in the photo was all inclusive. The flights were on the dates I requested. The length of the stay was five nights. It came complete with warm water, beautiful beaches, lots of sunshine. It was most definitely not on the west coast of Mexico. It had five fruits/stars/suns. It was in my price range. Every room was a suite with jacuzzi. It was near site seeing of my interest. I didn't know where it was, but it looked great.
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I was stunned. What took us three nights of pain took her less than ten minutes. She digested everything I told her and spit out the perfect trip in minutes. (I bow at her feet. I will never again think of travel agents as archaic.)
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I called the wife and asked, "Do you trust me?" Thankfully, she said yes. I told her I would be booking our trip and then hung up. I offered her no time to ask questions. I looked at the lady (who had a raised eyebrow and small smile on her face) and handed her my credit card......
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......Ca-ching! Riviera Maya, here we come!
Mexico. Authentic Mexican food. We love authentic Mexican food. I knew the wife would be very pleased and excited. (We like to live on the edge--we eat the authentic food as well as that offered in the resort.) Beyond food, we'd have Ruins and eco-touring, Snorkeling and Warm Weather. It was like the lady read my mind, read the wife's mind, took in my list of demands and poofed out an answer.
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All in ten minutes!
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Glossy travel brochure in hand, I returned home to show the wife what we had just booked. I knew she'd love it, as it met all her criteria, too. (She's all about the amenities.) As neither of us had done any real research on this actual spot, we knew we'd have to....
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...go back to the Internet and search some more. Ugh! (I am so leaving this up to the wife.)
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At least this time we won't have to stare at the monitor without direction. We have a destination to look at, to learn about, to celebrate.
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I'd write more but the wife and I have to start getting into "bikini-wearing shape." We've only got a very short few weeks.....and, our bikinis are not cooperating in this arena.....
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....do you think they'd let me bring my pot holders to Mexico???
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Friday, April 17, 2009

Morally Reprehensible Ol' Me This photo of Freckles wearing potholders has nothing to do with anything except my love for pot holders and that it makes me feel better. I enjoy a good laugh early on a Friday morning. I'm off to Springfield today for a meeting--three hour drive, three hour meeting, three hour drive. It's so beautiful outside (dare we think Spring has sprung?) that I don't mind it at all. 

Update on the Blue Screen of Death: It has officially been slain. I wish I had our money back from the computer place as they did a whole lotta nothing for $200. I fixed it myself. It appears to have been three issues, all of which I figured out with my art major degree and the help of Computer Cook's ideas. (Note to Joanie: yes, a new laptop would have been the wiser choice.) 
And now, I shall speak of how reprehensible I truly am. Fair warning: if you are a Bible-loving person, what I am about to write might be traumatic. Breathe. Breathe. Tell yourself this is not about you (because it's not) and that it was part of my therapeutic process. Know that I love you and that I hope you keep praying for my soul. 
Anyway, yesterday was a tough day. I can't tell you much about it because I do not speak of my job (so I can keep my job), but suffice it to say that if I could and did speak about my job I would tell you about how the "Bible-and-religious-book-giving-co-worker" alerted the upper management about the morally reprehensible (read: G.A.Y.) boss she had (read: she quit). This was quite a shock to me, learning of this from the top dog in the agency and learning it was from this woman who had been quite nice to my face. Thanks for the great exit interview, Bible Grrrrl. Trust me: I do not speak of my personal life at work. I do not have pictures of anything except the dogs at my work. I did not take my wife to the Holiday Party. I do not share my blog entries with them. None of them are my Book de la Face friends. My car doesn't even have rainbow stickers on it. I am basically a non-entity at work (the job of which I do not speak but may start speaking about openly if this nonsense doesn't stop happening). And yet, I am seen--judged--to be morally corrupt. Again. Blapshemy! Horror! 
Well, I was one pissed off, disgusted person after learning of this. I have done nothing except not change--the Bible and religious gifts didn't fix my "lifestyle choice" (yeah, I'm choosing that, asswipes!) and thus I did not change the way the Savior (or, more likely, this woman) would have liked. I've had enough of this nonsense. I did nothing wrong. I think I scared the top dog because I did not keep my disgust off my face. I'm sure I had the Addi Screen of Death written all over my face. 
  I was one scowling mad woman. (Those of you who know my history understand why this pissed me off more than it might others. I don't have time to write about all that nonsense now, so trust me when I say this current episode is exponentially "worse" to me than others due to stupidity in my employment past.) I drove home, went up to the bedroom, grabbed the Bible and all those religious books that this lady had given me (being the nice, open-to-other's-ideas person that I am, the books I had readily accepted from her with a smile and thank you), marched downstairs with that Bible and those religious books in my hand.... ....opened the garbage can and threw them all away. In. The. Garbage. Slam! Slam went the garbage can. Still scowling, I stood there looking at the thing, pondering if I felt any better. 
In true wife fashion, the wife took one look at me, glanced at the garbage can, walked over to the garbage can, opened the garbage can and fished out the books.....and said..... 

At LEAST you can RECYCLE them." She then literally walked the books out to the Recycle Bin.

What a woman! On a side note, Top Dog found this to be an opportunity for Cultural Diversity Training at the job of which I do not speak. I laughed at that but thanked him for the support. I wished him good luck with that, as I am literally surrounded by the most conservative-religious people I have ever met and they are not open to any such dribble about "lifestyle choices" being part of Cultural Diversity. (Any of you who think I am exaggerating about the level of conservativeness or of the religiousity can come see for yourself. I have lots of trinkets to show and one short visit with the staff will send even the most loving Christians out the door.) If I spoke of my job, I would tell you thatalmost every single one of my employees (save one--funny choice of words) have been "saved" and are not open to "things" like me. 
I have no intention of being the poster child for gay bosses. Been there, done that, ain't doing it again. I am out of patience to do it again. Jesus wouldn't have needed a gay boss poster child. He would have said, "Dude! Let's go get lunch and leave this madness behind. You're doing a great job--thanks for the service you provide the community. By the way, how's the wife?" So, instead of being disgusted, I will focus on this beautiful day and enjoy the drive to and from Springfield. I will celebrate the slaying of the BSOD and I will look forward to next week's visit to My Beloved Lady Chiropractor. I will be thankful I have free therapy via this blog. I will be even more thankful that I have such a kick-ass wife. I will have a "Queen of Dairy Extreme Chocolate Snow Storm" on the way home. I will celebrate that ol' J.C. likes me just the way I am. I will try and get a better attitude by Monday. I feel better already. ....If any of you need a slightly used Bible, there's one in the recycling bin--but, hurry! 

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Slaying the Blue Screen of Death

Note: If you see something like this on your computer, you should just call it a day and go get drunk.

Side Note to computer nerds of the world: Do not take this blog entry personally. I love most of you. You know I do. I live for you.

The pain in the Addiverse has been excruciating. The Blue Screen of Death (BSOD) has continued to suck my very soul right out of my body....

....but, then the computer store called said the computer was fixed. I thought all would be peachy in the world. I thought I would be dancing naked through the backyard. I thought the heavens would open and....

I was sadly mistaken.

Let me whine for awhile, won't you? You should be used to my whining by now.

The wife and I pick up the computer at the computer store. After choking up gobs of money (after all, the BSOD is not cheap to make go away), I am giddy with delight. I take it directly into the house, plug it in (it still doesn't have a working battery--that's on the way) and turn it on. I feel a huge wave of release come over me. I have a computer once again! The computer boots up, familiar screens appear, I hop on the Internet.....and.....

THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH RETURNS!!!

I am having visions of CHOKING the BLUE SCREEN right out of the computer man. I am SUICIDAL!

Not only have I wasted a pile of our money, I still have the BSOD standing between me and computer use. I decided I must take matters into my own hands. I have decided to be homicidal instead of suicidal.

Thankfully, there are lots of computer nerds out there, a few of which are friends on Face de la Book. One in particular has been saintly to me in the computer-woes department. He has provided some very helpful links and ideas. With his link help, I am able to figure out how to keep the computer from repeatedly re-booting in a Loop of Hell. This not only saves my sanity, it allows me to read what is actually on the BSOD. I read it, I take a picture of it (seriously!), I copy the code word for word. After about twenty re-boots and the removal of any software I can think of, I wave the white flag and call it a night.

In the morning, I take the computer to work (so I can torture myself, I guess) and leave it on my desk so I can glare at it while I make a hate-filled phone call to the computer man. I turn on the computer and it boots up just fine. I'm even able to hop on the Internet via some fool who hasn't protected their wireless. I leave my mean message for computer man and start to work.

Funny, the BSOD hasn't popped up once. Maybe I fixed it last night, after all! I begin to think I'm a genius, never a good sign. All morning, it is fine. No problem. I am doing a happy dance. With the help of Computer Cook, I have slayed the Blue Screen of Death!

The computer guy calls back. I am not nice. (I am also using the wife's name, so it's pretty funny that I am not being nice.) I tell him about the BSOD upon my arrival home. His profound words: "Well, it wasn't doing that when it was here. It was fine."

I almost growl out two not very nice words but control myself. I go through a list of what I think might have been wrong before I 'fixed' the problem myself. I express my disgust of how I had to fix it myself and he got the money for what I did. He eventually comes to the conclusion that I must have something loose inside, as he asked, "Did you move the computer?"

IT'S A FRIGGIN' LAPTOP! Of course I moved it! I move it all the time. He announced that he did not move it while working on it, explains again how it was the files not the hard drive, not the Norton, not this or that. When he says it's "the hammer" with the hard drive yadda yadda and that he surmises we need a new hard drive, I take a moment and then say, "So, you are telling me I should have just bought a new lap top instead of wasting all my money on this one."

Silence.

After a few seconds, Computer Man stupidly says, "I'll install the hard drive without charging you for labor."

Had I been standing in front of him, I would literally have choken his screen until HE turned blue. I am beyond angry. All that money and I could have just had a new lap top. I basically hang up on him. (Um, that's bad because we still have to take the computer back and get the new fan and computer. Like I said, I was using the wife's name, so I think I'll make HER go get those things.)

I take the computer home, plug it in and get ready to do a little work of my own before returning to the place of employment of which I do not speak. I turn it on.....

.....AND, THE STUPID BSOD IS BACK!!!! OH. MY. GOD. How IS this possible?

Well, I did have to move the lap top to get it home. So, is it the movement? Was he right? Is it the router in the house? Is it radon seeping from below? Bad Karma? Scary electomagnetic field surrounding the house?

I do not know.

And so, here I sit, lap top at home, me at the place of which I do not speak, using the computer before I start my day. I am morose. I'll try again tonight and hope for the best. It was suggested on line it might be that the computer is overheating (which is very plausible as we need a new fan) but that doesn't seem right as I had the problem upon turning the computer on when I got home and it was cold. I will re-start my Internet search for answers. I will chew on buying a new computer of which I do not have funds for. I will think about going cold turkey and not even have a computer....

....GASP! I can't do that! I'd have to go through detox.

Blue Screen of Death, here is your warning: your time on this plane is limited. I WILL slay you. I will rid you from my life, one way or the other.

Let's hope it's the cheapest way possible.

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

A Cold, Dark Addiverse.....



Sunday, April 05, 2009

Aloha from the Cheddar-lands!

The wife and I just got back from Hawaii.

For those of you thinking, "I didn't know they were going to Hawaii," I say to you:

"Neither did I."

Our dear friends Master Reiki and Blue Eyes invited us to go to their "compound" in central Wisconsin for the weekend--a kind and generous offer. We packed our bags, kissed the dogs good bye and stood in the driveway, awaiting our ride. We thought we were going to the Land of Cheddar....but, when they pulled up, they got out of their Lexus and held up signs about our "flight" to Hawaii and handed us real flowers.

I have to say we were momentarily very confused. Hawaii???

The wife and I really, really wanted to go to Hawaii for vacation but the economy and my lack of "funding" prohibited this activity. We've been a lot of places but never to the Hawaiian Islands. Master Reiki and Blue Eyes knew of our desire and of our inability to make the vacation come to fruition....they took matters into their own hands and gave us what we wanted--a trip to Hawaii......

....Wisconsin style.

From serving peanuts during the "flight" to greeting us with leis once we arrived at the Compound, MR and BE were over-the-top tour guides. They decorated the Compound with palm trees and tropical fruit. They played real Hawaiian music on the stereo. They fed us Hawaiian themed food, complete with real, organic pineapple. They put Dove Dark Chocolates on our pillows when we turned in for the night. And......
....they hula danced in grass skirts and coconut bras.

If that's not a friend, I don't know what is. I know I wouldn't dance in a coconut bra for just anyone.

They fed us food until I thought we would explode. I'm serious. I was nauseous from all the food they kept shoveling our way. Thank god we didn't have to put those hula skirts on.

On our way home, we had a "lay-over" for Breakfast at a local diner. Priceless.

There were huge perks to vacationing in Hawaii, Wisconsin: no sun burns, no jet lag, no credit card bill bigger than the house. The best part, of course, was having a weekend with our dearest friends. We'll never be able to thank them enough for making our dream come true.


As for the dogs, we decided to live on the edge and let them stay at home alone over night. No kennel, no on-site dog sitter, no hanging out with Cool Mama. Instead, Cheeseball Neighbor and ChiSky Grrrl offered to let them out morning, afternoon and night. Although very nervous to do that, I knew the neighbors would give our dogs the love, food and potty breaks that would be needed.

(That's Lucy contemplating the meaning of a perky potholder, right before we left for our trip to Hawaii.)


Of course, do you think the neighbors did "just" that? No, the dogs also got to go on an unplanned vacation. Freckles Warrior Princess and Lucy Bark of Poteidaia weaseled their way into their house and into their bed! Next thing I know, we are getting text photos of our dogs sleeping in a bed with ChiSky Grrrrl. Those naughty pups spent almost the entire weekend hanging out at the neighbors' house (and most probably terrorizing poor Cheeseball Dog, who is terrified of Freckles, the big meanie sausage that she is).

Since the dogs have not been awake for one minute since we've been home, I assume they had an awesome time on their vacation.

More wonderful friends, more acts of kindness. How lucky are we?

Lucky squared. That's how lucky we are.


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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Secret of Life

After much deliberating and fighting, I've accepted the secret to life:

Bigger pants!

I blew out the crotch on a pair of pants the other day. That's never a good sign. Reality and a hole in your pants demand either weight loss or bigger sized pants.

As you Addiverse readers know, I have been beside myself about this whole thing. But, since wearing the bigger sized pants, I have noticed that the world has kept revolving, that I don't have that "squeezed sausage feeling," and....

....people think I've lost weight!

The trick to buy bigger pants is to buy them just a little too big. That way, they are a bit baggy, and after people have seen me in the tighter pants for many months, the baggy ones do indeed create an optical illusion of weight loss. Bonus!

Another way to camouflage the mid-life spread is to utilize the back-in-style leave-your-shirt-untucked look. I used to fight leaving my shirt untucked but now it's a godsend.....and, in style (or so my 50+/older friends tell me).

A final way I've acclimated to my new found pant size is to wave the white flag while shoving a Dove Dark Chocolate in my mouth. On second thought, maybe shoveling two Dove Dark Chocolates in at a time. Who has time to argue when enjoying the nectar of the gods?

I thought about doing a Jillian tape the other day but then remembered the pain she has caused me in the past. I quickly ran for a dark chocolate and promptly forgot about her. Speaking of Jillian, I saw my Beloved Lady Chiropractor last Friday and have been blissful ever since. Man, I love that lady. Crack, crack, crack. But, my pocketbook does not love her so my love fest is quite limited in nature. Besides, it's not like she can help me fit in to my old pants (which are safely tucked away, not given or thrown away like last time--I've learned, boys & girls), unless it's because I can't afford food because I'm throwing my grocery money at her.

Finally, if you need a flashback to April 1, 2008 or April 1, 2006, please indulge yourself by clicking on the links below. If not, Happy April Fool's Day from one of the world's biggest fools....and, I'm okay with that!

http://addiwp.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-in-elevator-this-blog-post-is.html

http://addiwp.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-fools-for-april-fools-day-here-are.html