Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Way back WHEN-sday

The Bitch Flip circa 1992

I am embarrassed by this photo. I really am, but at the same time I can't help but laugh at myself. This hairstyle is HILARIOUS. Like really? Did I really think the "Bitch Flip" was a rockin' good hairdo back then? Obviously I did, because not only did I wear my hair like this ALL the time, but I also apparently felt it warranted a good spot in my school pictures that year.

The Bitch Flip also made her appearance at my softball games. Yes, it's true. She could be seen swaying in the wind in my sports photos back in the day. She was present with me during my ultimate kick-ass (and only) grand-slam of my softball career, as well as all the times I struck out opposing players from the pitcher's mound.

Her and I got along great during our short period together. She always had her ups and downs, especially when I ran out of my Rave hairspray. But for the most part she was a real trooper. Even on days when her and I weren't getting along and she refused to work with me....somehow or another I was able to bring her back up to her standing position to face the day.

She weathered the cold, battled the rain, and stuck with me through the horrible 120 degree weather years ago. Literally "stuck" with me because she turned into a goo that summer.

She had many tricks up her sleeve. One of them being her disappearing act while I was in the pool.

Clever gal.

Yes, it was a dear sweet friendship we had. And I was sad to see her go. A new hairstyle came along and slowly took away my beautiful cascading bitch flip.

Oh, how I miss thee.....

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Parents

We all have our own way or raising our kids. Whether it's by staying at home with them throughout their school years, working while they are in day care or with family, or having nannies round the clock.

There are also some parents that talk out problems with with their kids, spank them when they are bad, praise or reward them when they are good, ground them, or send them into time-out.

Some of us believe in breastfeeding, extended breastfeeding, formula, or starting them on foods early.

Some of us use cloth diapers, pampers and huggies, or infant potty training.

Some home school their kids, place them in private or public schools, or choose not to school them at all.

There are conventional and unconventional parents, and in some situations; no parents.

We always try to do what's best for our kids. At least, I hope so.

I consider myself a pretty average parent.

And all the while, I think I am doing a pretty darn good job raising my kids. *pat on the back*

There is a a friend of mine from High School who is married and just recently had a kid. His wife is a little bizarre in the "mom department." This is, however, their first kid, so I have to give them a little bit of credit as they are still trying to figure things out. The first kid somehow or another, becomes the "test" kid in the long run.

She's one of my "friends" on facebook. I used to really enjoy her status updates on there. Some were insightful, others...well, I could tell they would make people angry because no one would reply.

When she became a mother, things just got weird. And the more bizarre posts she would put up about her parenting techniques, the more I thought differently about her.

She is probably the most unconventional parent there is out there. By that I mean that if you can imagine what it may be like to have and raise a kid out in the jungle years ago, you may be right on target with her parenting skills. Everything she does for him is by the most natural means possible.

What irks me to the core is just how irritating her posts are becoming, and the more I read them, the more I realize that the people responding to them are as equally bizarre as she is.

I thought it was just me. Really I did. So I decided to get another opinion and I sent some of her posts to my best friend (whose opinion I trust entirely).

She agreed. The girl is out of her mind!

She told me to check out a page online and submit her non-sense parenting to the site. The site is called STFUParents. If you haven't ever been there and are in the mood for a good laugh, check it out. It's a site where people submit either emails, screen shots or articles from parents that either brag about their kids or offer some advice that is down-right ridiculous. The funny stuff is the commentary that the blogger writes after each screen shot.

I just hope none of my status updates, or screen shots make it to that site.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Sir Talks-a-lot

I talk A LOT!

I always have.

So much, that I remember a friend in high school once telling me that I talk too much.

Not as in gossip, but that I just have a lot of things to say.

And he's right.

There is almost always a constant dialogue running through my head, that in some cases, needs to be vocalized.

I can pretty much out-talk anyone. Not that it's a contest or anything, but I am usually the one doing the talking in any kind of conversation. Today, however, I met my match.

I was taking a short trip to the mall to buy a gift card. I was in the parking lot getting D out of the car when I noticed a guy walking closer. Because we were at the mall sooo early, I thought he was probably an employee coming into work.

I pulled the stroller out as he was coming up closer.

I started to doubt my first instinct of him being a mall-worker because he looked like he was trying to come closer to me. Two thoughts ran through my head: He's either going to sell me something or ask me for some money because I really didn't see him getting out of a car. In fact, I was pretty certain he was coming from the street.

"Good Morning! How are ya?" he said cheerfully as he kept walking.

"Good. You?"

"I'm doing really well, actually. I got a really good night's rest. Got up early, had myself a nice cup of coffee. I watched a little bit of TV. I'm unemployed and just walking around occupying my time. Thought I would come up hear to the mall and look around. It's nice...." he answered back as he continued to walk away from me.

Wow....I seriously think he won.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Numb3r5 and Passw0rd5

I can't even begin to tell you how many times a day I am prompted for a password or a PIN of some kind. Whether I'm using my debit at the grocery store, checking my email, or unlocking my phone: it's there asking me the same thing over and over again....password? PIN?

It's becoming sooo annoying that it has actually sneaked it's little way into my blog.

The nerve.

While I was on vacation last month, I had problems with my cell phone which resulted in me contacting my service provider: Tmobile. So I get on the phone with the non-English speaking CSR who told me that he would have to ask me some security questions before we could proceed. Are you kidding me? I can't even talk to him without answering some secret questions that only I know? Really?

Since I was already pissed off at the issue I was having while on vacation, I was even MORE ticked off that I would now have to jump through some hoops JUST for him to talk to me.

He asked me my address, mom's maiden name, and some other obligatory question I really can't remember at this time, but then.....THEN, are you ready for this??.....He asked me what my "password" was? WTF!!! After I already verified EVERYTHING else, he asks me for my password that I probably gave to them when I signed up with them 11 years ago. I don't remember!!

So I guessed.

It was wrong.

I guessed again.

Wrong answer.

After the third time guessing and AGAIN getting the wrong answer, he informed me that unfortunately he would not be able to help me any further. Any further? You haven't even helped me yet! We've been playing the 20 questions game as far as I'm concerned.

My blood was boiling and there was steam literally coming out of my ears at this point. I knew quite well that this smarmy little guy on the other end was probably glad he didn't have to help me, and once again read from his "CSR script" that we couldn't go any further.

I EXPLODED!!

The words came out of my mouth with no end in sight. And although I heard him trying to get a word in edgewise, I wouldn't let him. You are on MY turf now buddy. Feel my wrath!!

Finally, after hearing my vicious roar and threat to leave them for Verizon, he was kind enough to bypass the password issue and even started a new one for me. I got the help I needed and the stupid phone issue was resolved.

But seriously, why aren't things simple anymore? Why is there a password for everything?

You want to check your bank account online? Enter your username and password

Socializing with friends online? email and password

Debit card transaction? PIN

Logging into my computer at work? username and password

Entering my son's old day care facility? PIN

Want to see what your kid is eating at school? username and password

Playing the 20 Questions game with a Tmobile CSR? 3 random questions and then your "secret password"

Whether it's online, in person or over the phone, somewhere...somehow we are asked to verify ourselves. And I, like most people, stick to one username and one password to go along with it. We are busy people and we don't have time or a really good memory for that matter to have 8 different usernames and passwords. What really irks me are those sites that want you to pick a username the way they want you to.

For instance, let's say my normal everyday username for everything is "iblogalot." There are sites out there that ask for at least 8 characters in your username. Obviously this would work for me. However some ask for 10 characters with at least 1 number, 1 upper case, 1 lower case and 1 random symbol.

In the end, my username becomes something like this: Fthiscrap1!

How do you feel about having to log into and verify everything with usernames, passwords and PINs?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Silent Sunday

Friday, April 16, 2010

Almost famous


What do you want to be when you are older? he asked

I dunno. I was thinking...maybe an actress? I said with hesitation.

How about something a little more lucrative? He responded.

Fine..... I guess a Forensic Psychologist. I said with a slight pause.

The above dialogue was an exchange of words between my High School Counselor (Mr. Miller) and I 14 years ago. I supposedly had to build a plan for college with him. He wanted to know what my goals were. What kind of a job did I want? Did I want to go to a university or to a community college? Did I have plans to go into college at all?

My plans were simple. I wanted to be an actress. I had talent. I know I did.

I was funny.

But that's not all. I was creative, artistic, musical, and I knew most importantly how to take the stage. Drama was something I lived for. In high school, I made every single role that I had auditioned for (sorry to brag). I approached each audition with an incredible sense of confidence, because I knew in my heart that I could nail the part.

After high school, I signed up with a talent agency. Against my parents better wishes, I spent what little I had to try to get my dreams in motion for myself. After an incredible meeting by the woman who informed me that she could get me many roles and $200 worth of headshots later, I was called in to audition for a pilot series for the WB network.

This was my first REAL audition. And I won't lie, I WAS nervous. This could literally make or break me. And I'm not certain I was ready to go against other actor-wanna-be's that probably had more experience than I did.

So there I was standing in the longest line ever. You probably thought I was waiting for a ride at Disneyland with how many people were standing around. The line barely moved every few minutes. I looked around and saw everyone with their nice portfolios in small leather booklets with several photo-shoot spreads displayed in a laminate coating. And then there was me....the inexperienced audition girl with her resume not even consuming an entire piece of paper in one hand, and her headshot in the other.

By the time I was near the audition room door, I was informed by the lady that we would be placed with 2 other potential cast members in the room and would have to act out a scene with them.

As I entered the room, there were cameras and lights everywhere and a panel of casting directors. I dropped off my resume and picture, and they handed me a script and told me who I would be playing. They gave us a few minutes to read it over and then wanted us to act it out sans the script.

I did. And on top of it, I made them laugh.

After our 10 minute scene, we were all asked to wait outside until everyone had auditioned, and also to go over our script again. Hours later, I was called back in and re-did the same scene with 2 different people. Again, we were asked to leave.

At some point in time, I noticed that more and more people were LEAVING leaving and I was STAYING staying. I kept practicing my role outside, acting it out to myself and making the role seem real. Once I got it down pat, I KNEW I had the part.

I came back in a final time, and made them laugh more so than the first time.

The result?

I got the part.

For the next few years, I picked up quite a few acting gigs in the valley. I did a comedy sitcom pilot for WB which was never picked up (no biggie), a small part in an IFC film and 2 movies. The best part, was that I am now listed on the Internet Movie Database (IMDB).

I quit picking up roles after my first son was born. Acting required a huge time commitment from me that I just couldn't do. But that's ok. I accomplished what I wanted to do, and things turned out better than I could have ever imagined. I was never trying to prove myself to anyone. I was just a girl with a big dream.

So here's to you Mr. Miller, for making me believe that my dreams were silly and impossible. I feel bad for any other students who are mentored by you, because deep down they too have a dream (just like me) and it's going to take someone like you to ruin it for them.


Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.

~David Frost

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Update from last post

I didn't know how things were going to turn out after meeting up with Salina yesterday. Now, I can honestly say that I am soooo incredibly glad we met up because it seems like we picked up right where we left off 20 years ago.

It was like nothing had changed.

When we first sat down, I asked her if I could just look at her since I hadn't seen her in soooo long. The last time I saw her she was just a kid with scrunchies in her hair, and so for the first few moments I just had to soak in her new womanly appearance.

After that, we were trying to get all caught up on our lives. School, boys, work, kids....you name it. We had some great laughs, and a couple times we were almost reduced to tears. We probably went through every emotion possible.

I had an uh-mazing time. Now that she's in my life, we can't/won't ever lose touch again.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Something old. Something new.


Ok, I'm embarrassed. But I HAD to include the above photo so I could get my story across. This, is my class photo from 5th grade. I'm on the 3rd row in the pink shirt. You wouldn't be able to tell, but I also had a lovely little "bitch flip." Small, but definitely recognizable and ahem.....VERY hip in the early 90's!

To the left of me in the photo (as you're looking at it) is my friend, Salina. She's wearing the white shirt with floral jumper. This is where my story starts....

Back in '90-'91, my very good friend Salina and I were in the same class. Hence, the photo you see above. What I remember about her is a birthday party I went to that year. A sleepover with a few friends, and her baby sister vomiting all over me because I was bouncing her on my lap after she ate. Trust me....I have since learned not to do that ever again.

I remember her beautiful mother, her crush on Marco and her solo in the Christmas choir concert. She always had an amazing voice. That's probably it, at least that's all my 30-year old brain can remember right now.

I saw Salina two more times after our 5th grade year. I believe she moved, or switched districts, but I didn't run into her again until High School when she was singing the National Anthem at a wrestling meet at my school, and then again I ran into her in college showing said baby-vomit sister around the campus.

We found each other on facebook, and tonight I will meet her after many many years of passing one another here and there.

I'm nervous, excited, and scared.

It's normal for me to feel this way. At least, I think so. What's difficult is expecting that person to act just as they did when you were kids, and when they are completely different or bizarre, there's almost a sense of disappointment running through your veins.

A very good friend of mine flew over to Hawaii to see her friend from middle school. They were very close friends for a few years before one of them moved. They weren't reacquainted again until facebook came out.

Oh, facebook. How I love thee...

While she was looking forward to meeting her friend in Hawaii, she was tremendously disappointed with how it all unraveled. Her friend was nothing like how she remembered her to be, and was so incredibly annoying that my friend was actually excited to leave Hawaii.

I'm hoping tonight won't be anything like that. But it still makes me wonder what's in store for me tonight, and can we pick up where we left off years ago and form a new relationship.

Stay tuned.......

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Our moment in time

Newport, RI 2010

All I have to do is look at this photo, and smile.

My boys.

My beautiful, wonderful boys.

Perhaps I should print it out and make a copy for my desk at work. Hmm...now I'm thinking I should.

This picture was taken last month on our trip to Mass. We stopped into Rhode Island twice....mainly to go to the beach.

I won't lie. It was cold there. But I loved the cool air brushing across my face, the subtle waves hitting the sand, and my dear sweet little boys running with their clothes on toward the water.

Quite a mess I might add.

Oh, if every day could be just like those couple days we spent out there, I may think I was in heaven. It was so incredibly peaceful and beautiful and simple.

The boys were going crazy running up and down the beach, chasing after the seagulls, collecting shells and digging holes with their plastic shovels and buckets.

No fighting.

No whining.

No yelling.

Just utter calmness and playfulness unlike any other.

Big A and I walked along that line of sand that was just hit by the water. We didn't say much, but we really didn't need to. All the sounds were coming from two giggling little boys with sand between their toes and fingers.

I look back on our short trip there a month ago, and it puts my mind at ease. This is what "family" is all about...not having to say much, but enjoying each other's company in the process.

This was our special family moment.

Monday, April 12, 2010

He aims to please.

To say I had a rough weekend is an understatement.

I worked the entire time (maybe a little longer than I should have) and was on very little sleep. 4-5 hours I believe. For those that may not know my work schedule. I'll lay it out out here for you.....

I work 12-hour shifts.

It makes for an extremely long day, and sadly enough I miss out on a lot of things my family get to enjoy on the weekends....birthday parties, random festivals that our city or surrounding cities may have, parades, museums, parks.......

....writing out this list certainly isn't make me feel any better.

So on Saturday night when I came home from a loooooong day at work, Big A said he was going to run some errands and come back with "something" for me that would make me feel better. I already knew what this "something" was because every time I am exhausted, or sick, or acting like a bitch because I'm on my period, he'll always run to the store and bring back flowers, chocolate or a People magazine. I knew it had to be one of the three.

He returned from the store with the magazine, and although I was about ready to doze off just laying on the sofa there, I got a sudden burst of adrenaline to crack open that mag and sink my head into some juicy celeb gossip.

I snagged it from his hands and bypassed Kenny Chesney on the front cover. I hate Country Music and anything country that goes along with it. I hate buckles and spurs, cowboy hats and boots, and I am in no way a fan of Kenny.

I started reading the first few pages which always have the "Celeb Sightings"....so and so is eating a sandwich...so and so is playing with their kids in the park....so and so is seen outside of Whole Foods.

I flipped through a few more pages only to discover that it was more country celebs, and more reason for me to throwup because there was already way too much country in my house. I flipped to the front of the magazine to discover that I was holding the Country Special of People magazine. Big A picked up the wrong one.

By the way, anyone want it?

I can't even begin to explain the level of disappointment I was feeling at that moment....especially on something as trivial as a magazine. People en espanol wouldn't have had the same effect on me, and I don't even know a lick of Spanish. I think it was really the whole country thing that got on every single one of my nerves that night.

Big A tried really hard to make me happy that night, but having this cryptonite sitting on my lap with me, certainly wasn't bringing a smile to my face. I went to bed grumpy and probably more tired than before.

I love my hubby so much, and I'm sure he was upset that the mag was a failure. I appreciate his efforts to please me more than he'll ever know.

But I try to look on the bright side of things....

We can now have a really exciting bonfire in our backyard tonight, right?

Monday, April 5, 2010

Shake it shake it shake it, now shake it!

I felt like I had an extreme case of vertigo yesterday while I was at work. My desk was shaking, the window and the window panes were swaying and the blinds were moving to and fro. The ground was a bit wobbly and for some reason, I thought maybe there was a bad windstorm or the maintenance guys were up to their usual air conditioning/roofing repairs.

My co-worker was sitting close by. She was trying to help me out on a patient's chart at work when we felt it. For a couple seconds I probably thought it was her leg shaking, but when I looked at her and noticed she wasn't even moving---I freaked out.

"Earthquake" She said firmly. "I'm getting under the desk."

The ground was still moving.

"Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed. "I'm taking my ass outta here!"

And so I grabbed my phone and headed out the front door, where other curious co-workers were awaiting.

Everything subsided. And I returned to my desk, googled "earthquake" and found that one had just hit Baja California 6.9 (as it was initially reported).




And that, my friends, was my first earthquake aftershock experience.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April 1st

It's April Fools Day.

Typically I would be pulling off some office prank or a joke on Big A, but since I joke around with everyone the other 364 days a year perhaps I should give everyone a day off. I bought this toy called the Annoy-a-tron from a site called thinkgeek.com.


It's a tiny little magnetic thing, yet it's one of my favorite pranks to pull on people at work. This thing can be hidden anywhere. And by anywhere I mean that you could probably put it on your co-worker's computer directly in front of them and they would probably never notice. The gadget looks like it's part of a computer or a phone, and so it makes it really easy to just fit right in to any office setting.

What it does is set off several beeping tones (high pitched squeal, IM doorbell ring, etc) at various intervals. Because it is hidden, the victim looks around aimlessly trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. They'll hear it go off and then wait a few minutes to hear it again only to be disappointed that they won't hear it again for several minutes later. When I placed this behind my co-workers desk he kept asking me if I heard anything. I denied hearing a thing. This went on for several hours until he became annoyed and I couldn't hold my laughter in anymore.

[enter the Annoy-a-tron's sister]

Meet the Evil-a-tron.



She's a lot smaller yet she packs more sounds to annoy the heck out of your friends. Instead of beeps and buzzes, this one actually has real life sounds like a voice that says, "Hey, can you hear me?", a child laughing, a door creaking, a gust of wind blowing, etc..... I played this one on several of my co-workers and they were losing it. They were all convinced that the sounds were coming from their computer or their telephone. One lady was seconds away from calling the tech services department to have them come look at her computer because she was certain that her computer was "possessed."

If you're looking for a great joke to play on your office co-workers. Try this one out. It's guaranteed to drive them insane.

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