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Tired, tired, TIRED…. Falling asleep at work today. Disturbed played last night, and in spite of fighting for a good spot for my smallish 16 year old in a general admission venue, the show was AWESOME. We had a total blast! Skindred opened, and I have to say I liked them even more than the second band, Sevendust. But when Disturbed finally took the stage, there was no question who dominated the entire evening, hands down. I was pleased to find that Disturbed is a band that plays as well live as on their CDs… awesome, awesome show. We came, we saw, we got T-shirts.
Then I had to get up early this morning and go all the way uptown for a neuro-opthalmic eye appointment, to address this eye-bobbing issue. What a nightmare. I would have given ANYTHING to sleep in this morning! Then I got lost trying to get there, was half an hour late… good thing they were nice about it and didn’t make me reschedule. Anyway, the assistant put me through the regular tests, read this, point at that, you know the drill. Then she starts talking about dilating my eyes… I’m like, ‘What? No no no! I have to WORK today! I have an AUDIT! I NEED my eyes!’ Just then the doctor came in and looked me over, talked to me about my symptoms and all. Turns out he didn’t need me dilated after all, thank goodness! He has prescribed me a medication normally used for parkinsons’ disease, but that has been found to work in cases of “Jiggly Eye” (That’s exactly what he called it, I’m not kidding).
And of course, he wants the ever-predictable follow-up MRI, ‘just to be sure nothing has changed’. Which is Doctor-speak for ‘Hey, New Year, new deductible, let’s get to spending!’ I have been getting occasional follow-up MRIs for the past 18 years; nothing changes, other than the amount I owe. It’s pointless. But God forbid I forego the MRI one time it’s offered, and I end up having some bizarre re-growth of the cavernoma that goes unnoticed until it bleeds out and I’m dead. That would be just my luck.
No, really, I’m serious, if you knew me, you’d know that WOULD be just my luck. Totally.
I even got lost on my way back from the place, couldn’t find the freeway to save my life, didn’t get to work until 11:30, and my auditor was almost ready to leave. Thank goodness for good coworkers who know how to pitch in when I can’t be around. They had already taken care of all his questions, given him the tour, the whole nine. There was hardly anything for me to do but make my introductions. Yay coworkers!
So here I sit, ears ringing from last night, going on not near enough sleep, knowing I need to stay late to make up for coming in late….ugh.
But was Disturbed worth it?
Heh… yeah.
Oh goodie, the workday is almost over, and you can tell how hard I’m working right now. (NOT)
Actually I have been rather productive today, so I don’t feel so terribly bad about taking a few minutes to post a new entry. I am SO glad the week is vurtually over, as I said previously it’s been a killer. As I write this, I am being annoyed by the constant bobbing of my right eyeball, which over the last few months has grown more and more resistant to the idea of sitting still like it’s left counterpart and just letting me LOOK at stuff. This is a big concern for me, as this is the eye that sustained the most nerve damage when I had my stroke as a teen, and the last time I had it seriously looked at it was just starting to droop a bit and the doctors said it was a sign that it was deteriorating with age. Im worried that this new ‘bobbing’ development is the next step in how bad things are going to get.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if the biggest pirate enthusiast around ended up having to wear an eyepatch? Like anyone would believe it was not by choice…. LOL. Of course, I’d have to design my own styles, to match my many piratey moods… and have a nice professional looking one for audit days. Is there such a thing as a professional looking eyepatch, I wonder? Maybe a simple, black satin number with piping around the edges…?
Anyhoo, Im also excited because I got my Disturbed tickets, and the concert is less than 2 weeks away, Woo Hoo! I haven’t gone to a good head bangin’ event in WAYYY too long. I’m taking my 16 year old daughter, and she’s about to wet her pants she’s so hyped about it. Yep, I am the coolest pirate lovin’ mom around these days…..
Man, I can’t wait for tomorrow to be over; this has been the longest week in history. Take a three day Regulatory Accreditation audit, add in two additional sponsor audits, throw in three bad weather days where travel is a nightmare, and an eyeball that is steadily growing more and more unsteady – I’ll tell you, it takes it out of ya. I am BEAT.
But, I just have to get through tonight with the kids, and tomorrow at work, and then I’m free for a few days. Free to sleep in, free to bum around, free to do nothing or anything. Free to get a little REST.
Just… 24… hours…
Got… to hang… on…
Come on, Mags, keep it together. I know I’m just worked up because I have to battle Satan tonight when I get home…. Oh yeah, TOTALLY addicted to Guitar Hero. And here I thought I bought that Wii for my kids… HA!
I have to say it is amazing how much activity you put in to things without even realizing it. I tried bouncing soccer balls off my head for just a few minutes last night and today my whole core aches. I mean, muscles I couldn’t target if I TRIED. It’s pretty cool!
Where’s my Advil?? WHERE’S MY ADVIL PEOPLE????
So hey there, my faithful readers (I can never seem to write that without snickering to myself in my mind sarcastically), I am wondering just how many of you really read my blog, and how many are just random posts on alphainventions.com. So, I am inviting you to my chat room. Of course, it’s not MY chatroom, it’s owned and run by ICQ.Com, and that’s the website you’ll need to visit to get there. You can either create an account, or go straight to the chat page as a guest. Under General, there is a room called ‘LOST”. That is where I spend most of my time. Due to certification issues, my screen name there is ‘Maggpye”.
Anyone who wants to drop in, I’m usually around once or twice a day, or you can say hi to my buddies Tony50, LOST, Verbal Assasin (who is cranky, I’ll warn you,) Amos, Bellz, Acataleptic, Blue Mule, Evil Monkey, and everyone else. Don’t be shy, just jump right in and start talking with people – You’ll be amazed how addicting it can become… I’m truly interested to see if I meet any of you there!
See you soon, I hope!
Yes, the big day has come and gone… and so have the kids. They boarded a shuttle on the 27th and were off to St. George (Southern Utah) to spend their second week of Christmas vacation with grandma and grandpa. You know what that means?
I have the Wii all to myself all week long, Woo Hoo!!
My husband came over and played for awhile after dropping the kids off at the shuttle; I knocked him out cold in Boxing, I kicked his butt Bowling, and my band TOTALLY rocked harder in Guitar Hero. We had a fun time; he had even bought the kids a skiing game that you play standing on the Wii fit and using the controller and nunchuk as ski poles, and I gave that a shot, thus further proving there IS a reason I do not, and have never, and will never ski.
It was a lot of fun, and you know what? Today I CAN HARDLY MOVE. My shoulders, my upper arms, my back, my ass, my thighs, my knees – everything is stiff and sore. I got quite a workout… and I haven’t even tried the Wii Fit software yet!
I love that Wii. I did get it for the kids, but I guess it turned out to be a gift for myself as well, which works out, considering the only other gift I got was a Disturbed CD from my daughter. Way to go, kid, thanks for having my back. She rocks, she really does. I’m going to try to get tickets to Disturbed, they’re playing here at the end of January, and if I do I’m totally taking her. She’ll freak.
Still spending some time with the husband, overall it’s okay, I guess. I can’t believe he actually thinks my Pirate Enthusiasm is a bad influence on my children. This could be a deal-breaker, kids… if I can’t be me, I’m not going back, it’s just that simple. So now he says we can’t discuss it anymore until we see the counselor, because it could start a fight. Have I mentioned he still has to be the boss of everything, and tell me how to drive and where to turn in the town where I was born and raised? LOVE that…
I have seen list blogs on so many other sites, and realized last night that I don’t think I have ever made one myself, so I thought I’d give it a try. These are just my own topics, I didn’t pull this list from any mass-email or other person’s blog, although I’m sure many items are similar. Here goes:
Movies that made me cry hardest:
1) King Kong. The one with Jeff Bridges that I saw when I was about ten. My big brother took me and when they killed King Kong and I knew he was only trying to protect the girl, it broke my heart. I bawled all the way out of the theater, and I don’t think my brother was ever more embarrassed.
2) Backdraft. I was pregnant with my first child and highly hormonal. The funeral at the end pushed me right over the edge. I had to go home and cry with my cats while my (future ex) husband laughed in the next room.
3) Dying Young. That speech that Julia Roberts gives at the end? Killed me.
4) Steel Magnolias. Word to the wise? DON’T take your best friend to see this the weekend before she’s supposed to have brain surgery. NOT MOTIVATIONAL.
Favorite Authors:
1) Stephen King, hands down. I have read everything he’s ever written, at least three or four times… except the Shining. Once was enough for me on that one.
2) Ann Rice. Her Vampire and Witch series are excellent, although some of her other stuff gets a little weird…
3) Peter Straub. Almost as good as Stephen King. Not as prolific.
4) Dean Koontz. A little predictable, all his books seem to follow a formula, but he keeps me busy in between King’s novels.
Favorite Bands:
1) All Time Fave: The Damned. If you haven’t heard of them, you should check them out. From their early days in 70’s british punk to their more recent rich, hard hitting rock, this band has been around almost 40 years and is still rocking hard. I got backstage when I was 15 and got kissed by the drummer, Rat Scabies, so I may be biased here.
2) Tenacious D. Who can’t love these guys? Anyone who can rock out and still make you laugh until milk comes out your nose at the same time, is awesome in my book.
3) AC/DC. Come on, these guys belong on everyone’s list that has a pulse. ‘Nuff said.
4) Godsmack. This was a tough one between them and Disturbed, but in the end, I had to give it to Godsmack just for ‘Hollow’ alone, which is one of my favorite songs. Godsmack can go from in-your face thrash to haunting ballads in a way I haven’t seen Disturbed do, so they get my nod.
Well that’s my first list blog. Hope you liked it, and learned a little about me.
I am so excited. I am excited for the following reasons:
1: Tomorrow is Friday.
2: I have worked so many hours already this week, I could work 3 hours tomorrow and call it good.
3: My bowling ball arrived yesterday, my PIRATE bowling ball, and it is AWESOME.
4: I am going out with a friend from work tomorrow.
5: We are going to the movies… to see SWEENEY TODD!!!
6: Did I mention that I’m going out with a friend from work? This is the most exciting thing of all. Outside of work, as unbelievable as it may seem, I really don’t have any friends. My entire social life consists of my husband and three kids. This person is a lady I have always really liked and enjoyed talking to, she has a great sense of humor and is really cool. I don’t know why I have such a hard time making real ‘friend’ friends, I just do. It seems like everyone I know likes me and thinks I’m funny and fun to be around, and yet, they think it’s just another huge joke when I tell them I have nobody to hang out with outside of the 9 to 5. I try to convince myself that I come off as so incredibly awesome, that people just assume I can’t possibly have room in my posse for one more…?
It doesn’t work.
I can’t remember the last time I went out with someone I wasn’t married to, it has seriously been years. God, I have to try so hard not to seem to desparate, I don’t want to creep her out. Have you ever noticed that the first time out with a new friend is almost like a first date? You want to be funny, but not overbearing, you want to make them want more without coming on too strong… constantly thinking ‘How am I doing? Is she having a good time? Does she really like me?’
God, I am such a dork. No wonder nobody hangs out with me.
Awesome, my ass.
Happy New Year!!
We had a great evening here at the Homestead: the boys came home from Grandma and Grandpa’s, their shuttle arrived just about six p.m., and dad picked up Chinese on the way home with them. We ate and ate. Then we all hunkered down in the living room and watched Pirates of the Carribbean At World’s End (yay PIRATES), and afterwards we all put on our pirate-y best and talked like pirates while we played Pirate’s Dice that the boys got for Christmas. What fun!
This year they both stuck it out until midnight, though the younger JUST BARELY… although he did perk up when I brought out pots and wooden spoons for banging on (yes, the ones I got for Christmas!) We popped a bottle of bubbly at the stroke of twelve and sent the not-so-little ones off to dreamland… all in all, a tremendous evening. How many more years before they’re both off with friends on New Years, doing who knows what? Heaven knows their sister already won’t be caught dead with us if there’s an alternative…
Anyway, back to the title of this post: my husband has partially redeemed himself, and it’s only fair that I give him credit for that. Sure, it’s after Christmas, and it’s something I found and told him he’s buying for me, but… he did. So it kinda counts. Part of what irked me last week at bowling was that right before I got questioned about my questionable Christmas, my husband had walked into the Pro Shop and bought himself a fancy new bowling ball. The nerve! So yesterday, I was dinking around online and happened across some bowling supply sites. I found a PIRATE bowling ball. With a stormy background, a skull and crossed swords on the front and a pirate ship flying the Jolly Roger on the back, it is totally, totally cheesy, and therefore, totally cool. I HAD to have it. The thing is… my bowling bag is in sorry shape. the zippers are stripped, it’s all raggedy… how could I put such a fine new ball in an old sorry thing like that? It seemed only right to look at what there was to offer in the bowling bag category while I was at it. And you’ll never guess what I found! A two-ball, rolling carrier, with flames AND the skull and crossbones!! How obnoxious can you get?? It was like being punched in the eye by Bootstrap Bill himself. Of course, when I showed my husband my fine treasures, there was no way he could refuse me booty. He shook his head, rolled his eyes and handed over the credit card.
AAAARRRGH!!!!!
