Scorn of Plenty

Just some boring talk

2009-06-04T20:44:40Z

I so rarely post to this journal that it's almost a waste to have it, ya know? Almost everyone at Dogo is full of baby love, which is a lot of fun. It's nice to see my friends going into a new phase of life. Facebook turned out to be okay (even though people keep asking me to join games that aren't really my style). All of my animals are doing well; as a matter of fact Brava is doing fantastic. She's gigantic at 154 lbs. I'm glad I taught her how to walk on a leash when she was very, very small. She's a perfect dog, hardy, hairy and not afraid of anything. She behaves very nicely but in true CO fashion she won't allow strangers to touch her (or me). She's a good dog. My other girls (who I rarely mention because of the loony-tunes) are adjusting nicely. Walking is quite an adventure and I'm glad nobody chases squirrels!

We may be moving (again!) but close by. Our income has lowered while our mortgage has stayed the same! Not good. We found another place that is not nearly as nice, but has a much nicer yard, bigger yard. I'll have to transplant some of my plants to take with me and my shrine to pets who've crossed the bridge. The shrine won't be hard, but the plants have really grown. I can't leave them though. I take the flowers over to the cemetery for LS, G and Poo-Kitty.

My niece will be two in Nov. which is extremely hard to believe. Everyone says she is a lot like me. She likes to have books read to her and she's really a chatterer. Her favorite things are books, "Dora! Dora! Dora!" and 'Mo! (Elmo). I bought some socks with Elmo on them for myself and she made me take them off so she could have them. CUTE!

It's Hurricane Season and we're all ready if we have to leave. Hopefully there will be no evacuations this year. Keep your fingers crossed!

I'm starving!

2009-03-13T20:19:28Z

It's Lent and I'm sooooooo hungry. It's not that I'm fasting on Friday; it's just that I can't eat meat. I went to a little cafe in our neighborhood, stood in line forever and the lady in front of me got the last of the seafood gumbo. Arghhhhhhh!

Wow, I just noticed it's Friday the 13th. No wonder I couldn't get my gumbo.

Brava!

2009-03-12T19:03:10Z

The little/big girl is playing one of her favorite games--let's scratch mommy's hardwood floors by running back and forth as fast as possible. And Winnie Kitty has decided to join her.

You just have to giggle.

Everyone else is doing it

2008-07-22T23:57:50Z

I'm posting this too damn it. Let's get this guy fired.

The seven I've learned this week

2008-07-03T22:13:54Z

1. It's true that confession is good for the soul.
2. My niece's favorite word is 'babababababa.'
3. Meanness comes from low self esteem.
4. If you believe in prayer, then pray for those who have small lives and bitter concerns.
5. Pecan Praline Ice Cream is delish.
6. Big mouths hide little hearts.
7. Warm tea and homemade biscuits solve almost all problems.

So is that how Facebook works?

2008-06-20T19:01:57Z

I signed up for Facebook today and they asked for my real name. I'm not really used to putting my real live name all over the Internet, but I guess it's okay. One of the dog forums I belong to also posts my real name. I guess I just will have to skip posting nude pics of me! ;)

Oh, if you're on Facebook let me know so I can add you as a friend.

You know...

2008-06-15T22:21:56Z

I was at Dogo typing something about how the doggy had to go to the vet yesterday. It was nothing serious. She was vomiting, the vet gave her a pill. The end.

But right at the end of my post I deleted the whole damn thing and decided to post nothing at all. What in the world is the point of being a mod at a forum that I can't talk at, or share things at or be a part of? Because of those duel stupid bitches DO and Daina and their stupid unfounded, accusations I don't even feel comfortable over at Dogo anymore.

Whatever. Their lives are small and I've got the police on my side so if they want to continue their little stalking games they can have at it. I do sincerely believe in Karma, and that you reap what you sow. I may not feel like sharing over at Dogo as much but I'll be damned if I let either of those knuckleheads influence what I want to talk about on the Internet. They can kiss my creamy, toned ass.

Speaking of toned, I'm thinking about buying the Malibu Pilates. But would I use it? Ahh, there is the rub.

Times are changing

2008-05-30T22:13:45Z

Okay, I can't live like this anymore.

It's not what you think. I know I'm suffering from depression but I just can't let it get me down anymore. I'm going back to the doctor to get some meds and get out of this terrible funk. I'm going to make a major change in my life including (a) a new Internet identity; my old porn name is getting tiresome; (b) I'm really, really, REALLY going to put up a website for every damn domain I have and try to make some money and (c) I'm going to lose some weight. I'm tired of looking like a tired grandmother everywhere I go. I'm starting today; there isn't any need to wait anymore.

A change is going to come, oh yes it will.

By the way, is it lame for someone over 30 to have a Myspace page? I don't have one, but I thought it might be a good idea to promote my new identity (along with a Facebook page). But is that too flaky?

One year

2007-05-27T15:32:17Z

Well, we made it!

Today is my one year anniversary. Mike gave me a $100 dollar bill because the first year is paper. I gave him a card, but I also am giving him a bunch of love coupons that he can redeem at any time. I read somewhere that it's a good idea to keep an anniversary diary so that you can always remember where you were and what you did on your anniversary. Good idea. I think I'll go get a book from Michael's Craft Store just for that purpose.

Mudbugs

2007-05-24T21:05:51Z

They aren't in season very long and I love 'em.

Shanahan wanted a couple of crabs as well. His mood seems to be quite rocky since he's been here. I can only imagine what my mother feels like dealing with this on a daily basis. He also sleeps a lot due, I'm sure, to his medication. He remembered how to peel the crawfish, but once he realized I could do it faster he sat back and let me pop them in his mouth. Obviously he's not as mentally challenged as one might think.

I painted

2007-05-19T03:18:53Z

I have ended my six month bout with laziness by finally painting the hallway and the den a color called Honey Pecan that really looks like plain, ole orange. It actually looks pretty nice. Maybe I'll get around to hanging a picture.

Entertain Us

2007-05-18T00:37:34Z

Mike is walking around the house singing 'Smells Like Teen Spirit.' Not the Nirvana version. The Paul Anka version. Oh yeah.

The talk

2007-05-16T20:50:01Z

The problem with living with someone in recovery is that every talk turns into THE TALK. Everything is dramatically weighted. This morning Mike and I were talking about tuna and it turned into THE TALK. Bleh.

By I can't really complain. Today has been a very good day for Mike and me. You know that gooshy feeling you get when you first start to like someone and you're pretty sure they like you too and you really think you will like each other with your whole heart soon? I got that feeling for Mike today for the first time in a long time. And when he kissed me goodbye for work it was a real kiss, not a I'm-kissing-you-cause-that's-what-husbands-do-kiss. Nice.

But I wouldn't be me if I didn't feel guilty about something and today I feel guilty about Docbrite (http://docbrite.livejournal.com/) who, though she has just recently moved into her house, has books on her shelves and pictures on her walls. Her cute house looks like a house. I, on the other hand, have been living in my new house since November and I haven't put a single picture on the wall. I still have unpacked boxes. What a slug I am!

HoneyBunny

2007-05-15T19:36:42Z

Mike called me today and said, "Are you okay, honeybunny?" I love it when I'm called honeybunny. Or sweetness.

No. I'm not okay. Yes. I am okay.

So yesterday right before bedtime Mike said, "I wish I was as tough as you are. You're so hard." Why do people tell me that? It's not true! I'm practical. I mean, what choice does one have? Life is hard; no one promised it would be easy (all rainbows and butterflies and pretty little bunnies). So you have to toughen up and make it through. Right?

Toughening up.

I'm bored. Who would have thought that chaos could be so boring? Isn't that odd? Now all I need is a fire or a flood or a famine. Then I could be really, REALLY bored. Maybe I should try writing? Or I could have an online affair. I could make up a totally different persona. I'd call myself Jenna and I'd say I worked as a bartender. I'd say casually sexual things like, "I love thongs. I've got like a hundred of them!" I'd be ever so slightly stupid and I wouldn't know the meaning of words like conglomerate or ballad. How much fun would that be?

I'm such a nice girl

2007-03-28T20:40:09Z

I'm glad to be out of the movie industry, but every once in awhile it has its perks. My friend Wallace is an actor and he's got a role in a film called 'College' that's filming down here in New Orleans. The film stars a guy named Drake Bell (???) and some other young guys.

Well although I have no clue as to who Drake Bell is when I mentioned it to my little eleven year old neighbor she practically swooned. I say she's little but she's much taller than I am. Much. Apparently Drake Bell is a very hot, young actor. My idea of hot is still Johnny Depp. I am OLD.

Anyway, I made a couple of calls and I'm taking her and her friend to the set today to meet him. They are beside themselves with excitement. I keep telling them to be cool, but I anticipate some squealing and lots of girlish giggling. I think we'll have fun if I can keep them from fainting.

Blah

2007-03-19T18:42:23Z

Doldrums. The blues. Whatever you want to call it. I've got 'em. What a dull life I seem to have lately. I'm feeling most sorry for myself. While talking to my friend Wallace today I said, "I'm good at everything and great at nothing," and he said, "You're great at everything!" Nice of him to say, but a complete lie. Lately being a little bit good at everything just isn't enough. He also said I just hadn't found my niche. I hated to remind him that I'm old, old, old and my niche has probably passed me by a long time ago.

I guess I'm most disappointed because I don't think the boutique/yoga idea is going to pan out. It's no fault of Bruno's. But the people who are coming in for yoga just aren't in the mood to make purchases. And I have to be quiet while the yoga classes are going on, which is of course counterproductive to salesmanship. Sigh.

One of these days things will click for me, won't they? Won't they?

Dorothy……

2007-02-13T22:18:28Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

Nope, we’re still in Kansas….ah, I mean New Orleans.

So in case you haven’t heard a tornado ripped through New Orleans, devestating several neighborhoods! The italics are all the media. In actuality the tornado was pretty bad, but lots of people were very, very lucky. The Boy and I were fortunate. A tree is down on the roof, but we are safe. Thank goodness! The insurance dude has already been out here so the cogs are in effect. We’ll be fine.

The Bridge

2007-02-06T01:55:00Z

Bye-bye Gerda. You were a good dog. I'm sorry you were only with us for such a short time. I'll miss you terribly. Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge like a good doggie. Rest in Peace, sweetheart.

A favor please

2007-02-04T17:39:08Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

If you have not yet voted in the Bloggies please vote for Maryam in Marrakesh. Her blog is really wonderful and almost brand new! It would be lovely if she could win.

Sigh

2007-01-31T17:26:19Z

I've been catching up on reading some friends journals and can I tell you how thrilled I am that I no longer have a wedding forum? Thrilled. I've read some pretty catty, nasty things from a lot of 'wedding people' and I find it disturbing. I mean, puh-lease. I doubt Wedding Community will ever be a forum again because though I'm a girly-girl that loves weddings I can't bear the backstabbing, high school drama. Yick.

Cause and effect

2007-01-27T21:56:57Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

Oddly New Orleans’ poor weather lately has really affected the progress on the house. We can’t seem to get anything done on the inside because of the rain, rain, rain. Sorry there isn’t more of an update. Let’s hope everything dries out soon.

Yaaaawwwwn

2007-01-17T20:45:04Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

I know. Nothing is happening. Nothing at all. The Boy and I aren’t multi-taskers. If we’re doing one thing we usually can’t do another. Right now the Boy is working very hard and I’m opening up a store.

Did I not mention that? On February 5 I’ll be opening an aromatherapy studio in New Orleans. It’s called Alchemiae. I’m pretty excited about it, but it’s a lot of hard work. A lot. I’m wondering if I’ll have everything done in time. The studio is opening in conjunction with a Bikram Yoga studio operated by my friend Bruno and the updates to the yoga studio are taking a long time. Honestly I’ll be very surprised if everything is done by February 5.

The poor little house is suffering from neglect. All I’ve done lately is clean out one very small flower bed. In another one of those what were they thinking moments the first owners of the house (we’re the third owners) actually planted a Sago Palm directly by the door so that the leaves have grown up onto the small porch. Now Sago Palms are quite pretty, but the spines of the leaves prick. So if one were ever to come home stinking drunk and land in the Sago Palm it would be…well…unpleasant. So I’m going to try to transplant the palm without killing it (ha!) and put it somewhere so it can enhance the curb appeal of the house. The house is still butt-ugly from the outside. Well, it doesn’t help that our neighbors FEMA trailer is parked in our yard.

The evil empire

2007-01-04T22:54:00Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

The electric company in southern Louisiana is called Entergy. Do I need to tell you what soulless, heartless bungholes are employed by this faceless slug of a corporation? Or have you figured out I don’t like ‘em?

We got a bill from Entergy today for the old house. The house we haven’t lived in for a couple of months. Remember that house? So we called Entergy and according to them we never called to have the electrical turned off at the old house. For some reason (according to them) we just wanted to pay the electricity forever and ever at our former residence. Aren’t we sweet?

Finally I asked the Entergy-devil if we NEVER called to cancel our old electrical service, how pray tell, did they have our NEW address in the records? Psychics? Divination? Does Nostradamus work there?

My impression of the Entergy manager: “Errrr…ummmm….ehhhh.”

Allegedly they are working it out. It only took us an hour of speaking on the phone. Well the Boy was speaking. I was screaming, cursing and threatening in the background. That’s the way I roll.

My goodness

2006-12-31T16:06:50Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

I’ve neglected the blog for the past few days and believe me I feel horrible for it. My only excuse is that I’ve been dreadfully busy. Just not with the house.

It’s been raining on and off which makes housework rather miserable. There was a flash flood that almost swept my little car away:

There goes our garbage can! Actually I was able to retrieve it down the road aways, but I got soaked doing it. I’ve had enough of the rain; let the sun shine in!

Happy Christmas!

2006-12-25T22:43:16Z

Originally published at Nola Ranch. You can comment here or there.

Have a beautiful, blessed holiday.