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Rockin' Blogger

Posted by Felicia on 9:28 AM
This weekend I had the pleasure of meeting a fellow blogger who essentially got me started on the whole blogging thing to begin with. And just let me say that Stacey over at I need a [permanent] vacation is as awesome as you would expect. Not only is she smart and beautiful, but so down to earth and sweet. I felt like I had known her for years and years.
We had a great lunch at Blue Plate Cafe and then knocked back a couple of drinks at a local pub called Hair of the Dog where we just talked and talked. I'm really glad she doesn't live far because this is one person I could totally hang out with more.
She also took me on a tour of the newspaper plant where she works. I got to meet her very cool friend Jim and then got to see the printing press and how the plates to print the information are made. It was really cool.
Stacey, Thanks for everything. I had a blast. Let's do it again!

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Secret Lovers

Posted by Felicia on 8:19 AM
Before the feelings of being down and out hit Sunday, I did have the opportunity to spend a great evening enjoying dinner and a movie with a good friend of mine at our new Bridge Street Town Center here in town. It was a perfect way to spend the night.
We had dinner and drinks at the Scene Lounge inside the theaters where I had a Spicy Mango Martini. Um...yum. So good. The food and drinks were great even if the service was a tad on the slow side. Overall it was just nice to relax and enjoy good company.
After dinner we saw The Dark Knight. Of course. Like I would miss that one. The movie was nothing short of spectacular. The casting was amazing, the performances unbelievably good, and the plot filled with twists and turns that left you wanting more. This raised the bar for what superhero movies should be.
Oh, and Christian Bale? My new boyfriend. Mmmm Hmmm. Sure he doesn't know it yet, but with some careful stalking and well written love letters he will be persuaded. Hehe Ok, Ok....So I'm not the stalking type. Damn. haha

Speaking of celebrity boyfriends....Has anyone seen the Dr. Horrible Sing-Along Blog with Neil Patrick Harris(gay crush-Why yes Dr. Howser, a kiss WOULD make it all better. lol) and Nathan Fillion? If not, you must, must, must! It's a three part mini-musical made by the Whedon bros.(of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame) and it is pure awesomeness! So fun. It was available for free viewing for a few days, but now can only be purchased at iTunes. You want this. You need this. You know you want to see it.

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Whine & Sympathy

Posted by Felicia on 11:14 AM
I was not in the greatest of moods yesterday. In a moment of superhero weakness I succumbed to the delicate female condition and spent the majority of the day on the couch bemoaning my curse. On top of that I had a bunch of housework that needed to be done, I was tired and grumpy,I was worried about other things, and the constant whining coming from my child was causing me to have random daydreams about dropping him off on someone else's doorstep for a week armed with his legos and a week's supply of waffles. Ok, so really not something I would do of course, but tempting at the time. Instead I watched Pride & Prejudice and called in for emotional reinforcement.
I called Beth and J. Both gave sympathy and offers of company and ice cream. I declined on both seeing as how I wouldn't be the best company and Ben & Jerry would only have offered empty calories. DELICIOUS calories, but empty nonetheless. It was the thought that counted. They listened to my whining and gave me what I needed at that moment. An ear.
Sometimes all you need is for someone to listen and tell you everything is going to be o.k. It might not be, but it's nice to have friends who know when to tell it to you straight and when to soothe your troubles with sympathy and nice words.
We all have our moments of weakness where we feel like the world is going to cave in on us, and at any moment you may break from the pressure of holding everything up, but you can always count on your friend to sit next to you and take some of the pressure off of that burden even if all that involves is saying, I know sweetie. You're not alone. And as it turns out, I'm really not. I have friends. I am never alone.

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Showered with Embarrassment

Posted by Felicia on 12:33 PM
Embarrassing moments. We all have them. Some more than others. I seem to be prone to them and have had quite a few embarrassing moments in my life.

When I was a sophomore in high school I was part of a group called Youth In Government (cough* GEEK) where we formed a mock government and took conference trips to pass bills and elect officials. We would take 2 trips to San Luis Obispo before our big Sacramento trip where we stayed at Camp San Luis Obispo. We stayed in 2 person barrack shacks that were scattered all over and of course we had barrack type latrines and shower facilities. On that particular trip the girls in our area were complaining that we did not have a bathroom/shower close to us yet there were 2 designated for boys within 15 ft of each other. It was brought up at our last group assembly for the night in front of some 2000 high school students. By 9:30pm, we were all a little caged at that point. The advisors noticed the mistake on the map and announced that latrine #456(whatever) would now be designated for girls. I was happy now that I no longer had to trek a bajillion miles to take a shower.
When I got back to my shack I got all my shower gear and clothes and told my shackmate where I was going and asked if she wanted to come with. She declined saying she had a card game to go to in Tim's shack.
I walked to the newly female designated restroom facility and tore down the paper sign that read BOYS. The entire place was empty! Woohooo...all to myself. This one even had shower curtains. Clearly it had been an error on the advisors part to make this a boys area. Ppfffttt. Out of 15 curtained shower heads I chose the middle one. I put my clothes down on the wooden bench against the opposite wall and went into my little shower "stall". I turned the water on and let the hot water run over me.
A few minutes later I heard someone walk into the bathroom. Oh well. I knew I couldn't be alone for long with 1999 other kids around. "Who's in here?" a voice called out from the door. O.M.G. It was a guy. My heart panicked and I poked my head out of the shower and screamed out " Get the hell out! This is a girls bathroom. I'm showering!!!" The guy looked shocked to see me and yelled out that it was a boys bathroom. He clearly had not been listening at the meeting. I told him to get the hell out AGAIN and he disappeared.
By this time my heart was racing and I hastily finished my shower. Just as I turned the water off I heard voices. PLURAL. " Dude! There is a girl in there! I'm telling you. She's SHOWERING!" I just talked to her." I could hear about 5 boys talking and shushing each other. I had a mild heart attack. I obviously could not run to the bench and get my clothes because they would be in the bathroom in 1 second. I quickly grabbed the metal tubing that ran along the wall above me and placed my feet on the ones near the floor so they couldn't see my feet if they happened to walk by the stalls. No sooner had I done that when the boys walked in looking for "the girl". I could hear them looking through the whole bathroom and talking excitedly hoping they would catch a glimpse. I was mortified. "She's not here!" said one. "Her stuff is still here. What? Did she run out naked?" said another. I clamped down tighter on the tubing above me, my hands aching, trying to hold on. Shit.

After about 30 more seconds they gave up. They never did check the stalls. Thank Gawd! They left and I stood there shaking and nervous that they would come back. After another 5 minutes of shivering I finally got out and quickly dressed and ran out to get back to my shack. I ran into my friend John and he huddled me back to my room. I didn't sleep much that night.

The next morning in the mess hall I sat down to eat with my other delegates and overheard the boys at the next table talking about the girl they almost caught in the shower last night. I looked at John who started laughing by then, and I quickly got up, put my hands next to my face and walked out of the mess hall afraid the boy would recognize me. I was never a more brighter shade of red. Next time I think I might just trek the bajillion miles to the bathroom clearly marked GIRLS.


* HEY! Make me feel better and tell me an embarrassing moment of your own.*

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Absurdities: Part Deux

Posted by Felicia on 11:07 AM
You may remember a post I did on some of the crazy things that go on in this office. We see and hear our fair share of weird things. I talked about one such man who informed us that he called the WHITE HOUSE about his stimulus check. Shaw right. Well, he's back and better than ever!

Every day he comes in our office to pilfer through our basket of candy, and each day he says as he stuffs a handful of candy in his pocket, " I'm not gonna be greedy now. Y'all are savin' mah life!" Indeed. He walks up and down our sidewalk visiting each business daily making various empty promises to each one. He's like Wimpy from Popeye. I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today! Back when I first started here he would ask me to make a couple of copies for him and while doing so I would make note of the material. There was stuff like lawsuits he was filing on behalf of the NAACP for a trillion dollars(yes, a trillion) against parties who damaged him emotionally through racial stereotypes and various other crimes against the color of his skin.

The thing is he appears to have a place to sleep at night and has access to clean clothes and showers because he always appears clean and smells good enough if you like your men cloaked in cheap after shave. He's not just some crazy homeless man. He is just some crazy regular person whose only job appears to be that of a mooch.

Even our work neighbors have been privy to his "crazy" when he asked them to mail an envelope that read: To: The President of the United States of America
George W. Bush
(White House)
Only to be opened by the commander-in-chief himself
or Condoleeza Rice- Secretary of State
***Re: Muslim Sleeper cells in Alabama- Highly sensitive information***

I shit you not! On the fucking envelope!

They made a copy. It's all kinds of nuts.

He came in last week and we were out of candy. This apparently caused some grief because he stood there looking at me as if I could just produce some out of thin air.
Him: Y'all out of candy??"
Me: It's been going fast lately.
Him: Well...hmmm... I'm going to buy some and replace it.
Me: That's ok. Don't worry about it.
Him: Hey I wanted to tell you something. I'm a write in candidate for president of the United States. *pulls out folded, faded paper with a notary mark* See here? I'm a write in candidate and I sure could use your support on election day.
Me: Wow. President huh?
Him: Yeah. But I been getting death threats through my walls and seeing as how I haven't had any secret service escorts yet I'm gonna be needing to fly to Washington D.C. to get it all straightened out.
Me: Of course. You can't be threatened like that. Your presidency would be at stake.
Him: That's right. So I'll be going there soon. But I'll bring you some candy before that.
Me: Looking forward to it.

I wish I was making this up. lol Then the following day he came in and passed out his business cards. I had to scan it and post it because no one would believe the genius of insanity that this card is made of. It makes no sense at all.

Exhibit A:





Please tell me you see what I see. A very light image of the PRESIDENTIAL SEAL. oh ahahahahahahahahahaha....omg...hahahahaha I can't breathe now.

He came in today and brought a bag of peppermints and dumped them in our candy basket. "I'm not going to be greedy now" he says as he takes a handful of the candy he just brought. He's going to make an excellent politician.

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Burger King of Hearts

Posted by Felicia on 9:04 AM
Colin: Mom? If I don't become a veterinarian I'm going to be a restaurant manager.

Me: A restaurant manager? Why's that?

Colin: Because I could make good food and I could call it Burger Kingdom.

Me: Watch out because Burger King might have a problem with that.

Colin: I could just call it Burger QUEEN. Nah, then all the girls would be all over me because I named something for them. They would be all kissy, kissy with me and wanting to hug me all the time. Well...I guess it wouldn't be that bad.

Me: Wait a minute. Hold the phone. You mean to tell me you've changed your opinion on kissing? You're ok with it now?

Colin: Yeah.

Me: What happened to kissing is gross?

Colin: Girls are cute.

Me: You know you're grounded until you're 30 right?

Colin: Yeah right! You can't stop the KING! hahahahahahahahahahaha

Me: Military school it is!

Me thinks that I am in a heap o trouble soon. lol

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Knock Knock!

Posted by Felicia on 8:39 AM
Yesterday I spent about 3 hours going door to door in 4 buildings of our condo subdivision. No, I was not selling encyclopedias. ~I have a lovely leather-bound set of knowledge for only $24.99 a month! Get them while they last!~ Instead I was gathering names, numbers, and e-mail addresses for our new neighborhood watch program that I will be heading up. How in the Hay-ell did I get sucked into this?

I started with the first building armed with my clipboard and pen and a smile. The weather was balmy and the sky looked really heavy with rain, but I was determined to start. I knocked on 4 doors until one finally opened. Barely. The woman peeked out and was immediately on the defensive. I smiled and introduced myself and launched into my little speech. She softened considerably after that and gave me her info. One down, 100 more units to go. I made it through 4 buildings before the rain came down in sheets and I had to stop for the time being. Somehow I didn't think a wet, bedraggled woman with a clipboard would be a good representative for anything but crazy. I walked home with only 12 names out of 40 units I visited. Needless to say I was feeling disappointed at my progress and as luck would have it I slipped and fell in the mud on the way back to my condo. Nicely done!
After showering I sat on the couch and thought about how I only managed to get 12 people to open their doors when a lot more than that were home, but either did not hear me knock or just decided to not open the door to a stranger. I get that. I do. I'm a single woman. I know to be careful. It just dawned on me how different things are now compared to when I was a kid.
Back when I was a kid, which was not all THAT long ago, we knew our neighbors on our block and even sometimes a few blocks over. We opened our doors to people and were not quite as leery as we are now. When did that happen? Have things changed all that much or are we just more hyper aware because of the news, the books we read, the movies we see? Are we so bad off now that we need to keep ourselves protected in a bubble so that nothing bad will happen to us? We can't get to know our neighbors because they might be weird. They might be drug users, pedophiles, murderers etc... How completely sad and closed off we are. I can't blame others; I do it too.
I spent 1 1/2 yrs next door to a woman I barely saw or talked to before she moved out. I have only seen my new neighbor twice in 5 months. I really hate that. We share a building. I should be doing my part to get to know her, not only for her safety, but for mine. I find that if we help others, they in turn are more likely to help you, and how can that be so bad?
The people that I did talk to that day told me about some stuff they had seen happen around the neighborhood, but they hadn't said anything. This is the kind of thing we all need to know. If we made more of an effort to get to know each other we would probably be more willing to tell each other out of concern. I guess this is where I come in.
It starts with one person. I'm going to get the ball rolling here and make an effort to get to know my neighbors. I want them safe. I want my neighborhood safe. I want my child safe. I'm going to keep knocking until the walls come down, because isn't that what we are really knocking against;the walls we build ourselves? I think its time we let ourselves out.

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100 things

Posted by Felicia on 7:41 PM in
1.I have never been in love. Almost, but not quite.
2.Sometimes I seriously wonder if there is something wrong with me in that department or whether I just haven't met the right one.
3.I have been rejected 3 different times in my life by my dad.
4. I think this has something to do with why I can't find the right one.
5.I have an amazing memory when it comes to song lyrics and music.
6.Just don't ask me what I had for breakfast that morning. Huh? Breakfast? I don't know!
7.I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was little.
8.I love anything to do with “excavating”.
9.My son makes me a better person every day.
10.Being his mom is hard, but worth it.
11.I would love to have another kid someday.
12.I don't know if I ever will.
13.I love cheesy movies. i.e. Xanadu, A Chorus Line, Center Stage, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
14.I invite my friends over to watch these movies and we drink wine and eat dip.
15.One of my favorite songs is Just Like Heaven by The Cure. Everything fades away when I hear it.
16.I secretly want to be famous.
17.I am a big chicken and have bad stage fright.
18.But, I can do karaoke.
19.I usually have to have a drink before though.
20.I have a low tolerance for alcohol.
21.I have one sister.
22.We did not get along well AT ALL when we were younger.
23.After she became a mom we became closer.
24.My mom raised both of us by herself.
25.I have no idea how she did it. I think she's amazing.
26.My eyes were blue until I was 12, and then they changed to blue/green. Now they are mostly green.
27.They have orange in them.
28.I have a hard time returning library books.
29.And movies.
30.I used to pay a lot of late fees.
31.Netflix is my hero.
32.I love magazines. Any kind. Lots of varied info in a portable, condensed package. Perfect!
33.I am a bit of a geek.
34.I love the smell of coffee, but I can't get used to the taste.
35.I am obsessed with things that smell like clean laundry.
36.I own a perfume called CLEAN.
37.My favorite perfume is Romance by Ralph Lauren.
38.I am obsessed with music.
39.I wish there was a soundtrack to my life playing in the background.
40.I love bookstores and disappear for hours in them.
41.I have a lot of books. I don't have enough.
42.I make cupcakes as a hobby.
43.I procrastinate.
44.My favorite color is blue.
45.My bedroom is blue and white.
46.I don't get enough sleep.
47.I stay up late because I feel like I will miss out on something.
48.I performed at the opening ceremonies of Disneyland Paris when I turned 18.
49.I got lost on the Metro, and ended up looking for Jim Morrison's grave.
50.I wish I could travel more.
51.I would love to take a year to travel around the world.
52.I really want to go to Prince Edward Island, Canada.
53.I want to learn to play the piano.
54.And the guitar.
55.I love learning.
56.I was a preschool teacher for 11 years.
57.Sometimes I miss it, but not nearly enough to go back.
58.Fall is my favorite time of year.
59.I really love Christmas traditions.
60.I am fiercely loyal.
61.I have really great friends.
62.My favorite flowers are peonies, hydrangeas, and peachy/pink roses.
63.I can't stand the sound of liquid being poured into a glass.
64.I do love the sound of running water in a creek.
65.I am hopelessly flawed.
66.I'm o.k. with that
67.I wish I was smarter.
68.I am on the internet way too much.
69.I love to take photos.
70.I would love to make that my profession.
71.I'm generally an optimistic person.
72.I am a people pleaser.
73.I worry about dying young.
74.I have A LOT of flip flops. I still call them thongs sometimes, out of habit.
75.I always use my turn signals.
76.My pet peeve is when other drivers don't.
77.I'm not a chocolate lover, but I do like chocolate almonds.
78.I love plain vanilla ice cream.
79.I'm bad about returning calls.
80.I love the beach.
81.I lived in California for 28 years.
82.I used to go to Disneyland once or twice a week when my son was between 2 and 3.
83.I wish I were more organized.
84.See # 43
85.Sometimes I miss my friend Yvette so much it hurts to breathe.
86.She is my female soul mate.
87.I don't like slasher movies. They make me physically ill.
88.I like suspenseful movies.
89.I don't like animal movies. They make me cry too much.
90.I believe in treating people as you want to be treated.
91.I believe even mean people need to be show kindness.
92.I believe in helping people.
93.I like talking to senior citizens. They have great stories.
94.I really like cheeseburgers.
95.I need to eat more vegetables.
96.I like my eyes.
97.I don't like my cheeks.
98.I like my hair.
99.I don't like my hair.
100. I am weird. I like that.

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R.I.P. Max the Betta Fish

Posted by Felicia on 7:38 AM

It was a sad, sad morning in our household.Colin's betta Max (ok..haha..beta max, but seriously) died. He got stuck in a little decorative ceramic pot that was in his bowl. Apparently he couldn't wiggle his way out. Of course Colin was very upset. The situation ended up being ridiculous and hysterical all at the same time. I'll lay it down for ya.
I grabbed the fish bowl and set it on the counter so I could retrieve the dead fish and gather his other fish Bubbles so he wouldn't head down the drain. Immediately our cat Milo jumps onto the counter sink and starts poking his head in to see what's going on. He usually never does this so I know he is intrigued and must smell the fish. I move him out of the way and start transferring the other fish so I can clean the bowl. I turn the other way and hear Colin screaming at our OTHER cat Daisy because she had managed to jump on the counter unawares and had by then started drinking the fish water with Bubbles swimming around. I grab the cat and got her off the counter only to see that Milo has jumped back up and is now sniffing and licking the dead fish. Oh...my gawd. By this time I am laughing so hard I can't see, and Colin is equal parts crying and laughing and shouting " It's NOT funny MOM!" Oh, but it was.

We finally got the cats off of the counter and cleaned everything up, and transferred the one remaining fish to his bowl. The cats had moved into the livingroom pouting over their missed fish breakfast. Colin started planning a burial for this afternoon. I now have a little fish corpse in a baggie in my fridge to keep him "fresh" for his burial later. IN MY FRIDGE. Life doesn't get any better than this does it?
And I mean that in the best possible way.

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20 Questions

Posted by Felicia on 10:03 AM
1.Explain what ended your last relationship?

Basically, we ended up not being that compatible, but he also had a lot of previous relationship baggage that he proceeded to dump on me. There is much anger in you young Skywalker!
2.When was the last time you shaved?

That's rather personal huh? But if I must answer I say 2 days ago. And that's as far as I'm going with THAT. I do wonder though why I always seem remember a Dr's appt too late and realize I have NOT shaved and then am apologizing for said non-shaved legs?

3.What were you doing this morning at 8AM?

Not sleeping. :P I was putting on some earrings and debating whether or not to re-iron my shirt. Nah.
4. What were you doing 15 min. ago.?
Asking my boss if I could leave a half hour early. I just don't want to be at work today. Bleh

5. Some things you are excited about?
I am excited to go back to school this fall and start finishing up my degree. I am excited kids go back to school in 4 weeks. Woohoo! I am excited that it will be cooler this weekend. I'm so excited, I'm so exc..I'm so...scared! Haha-Saved By the Bell!

6. What is your favorite flavor of jell-o?
I really like lime. I don't do the red ones. Tastes too much like medicine.

7. Your prom night? What do you remember?
"Oh What A Night" He bought me a red rose wrist corsage. We rented a red Mustang convertible for the night so we wouldn't have to turn in a limo after just 3 hrs. It was sweet! We danced all night and didn't come home until noon the next day.

8. Do you have any famous ancestors?
Hmmm...on my mom's side we are related to the late Lola Beltran- a mexican ranchera singer . That's where we get our singing abilities. ;) My dad's side? No one I am aware of.

9. Last think received in the mail.
Utility bill. FUN!

10. How many beverages have you had today?
One cup of coffee. I don't like coffee. I need some water.

11.Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machines?
They still have those? Voicemail, yes, but I hate to. I sound awkward and goofy. HI! I'm a complete dork! Call me back!....spaz

12. Do you draw your name in the sand at the beach?
Once when I was 17 after seeing it in a movie. Other than that, no.

13. Any plans for Friday night?
Oh yes...yes...yes there is. Can't wait til Friday.

14. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair?

YES! Lots of body! Look like porn star! Ok, ok...nothing like a porn star. More like bedhead. Ha! But it's workable!

15.Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?
Almost every christmas. Hey! Here's a crappy can of popcorn! Merry Christmas!

16. Have you ever re-used a bath towel after you shower?Yes, I use them twice and then use a new one.

17. Describe your keychain(s).
I have a cupcake key cover over one key, a photo frame with a pic of my kid, and a Fleur de Lis purse hook.

18. Where do you keep your change?In my purse, washing machine, carpet, floor of car. They seem to appear everywhere! lol

19.When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?
As a counselor at a treatment facility for girls. Tough crowd ;)

20. When was the last time you sang out loud?
This morning whle listening to my iPod. I love to sing!

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Beauty 101

Posted by Felicia on 2:03 PM
Recently,I have had some new things happen in my life that have me reflecting on previous attitudes, ideas, and the like.
All of my life I have always struggled with the issue of beauty as told to us by popular opinion. As women we are bombarded daily with a barrage of magazines,books, and media that tell us what is beautiful. On the cover of every beauty magazine is an image of a woman almost impossible to emulate. Only if we have the right figure,the right clothes, the right shoes, the right make-up, the right hair and accessories are we deemed beautiful, or so I was led to believe from reading them. It started early too with my ventures into teen magazines. I wanted to look like those girls. They had boyfriends, and were popular. I wanted that too. I really wanted that. Oh sure, my mom always said I was pretty, but she's my mom. They have to say stuff like that. The thing is, I was never going to be or have those things that made those girls beautiful. I envied my pretty friends and their pretty things.
I was always the girl a little bit bigger than the others and therefore deemed unworthy of the beauty banner. Every magazine only made me feel worse about myself. I was only made to feel worse when my grandmother used to say things like, "You have such a pretty face, if you lost weight you would be beautiful." I know she didn't mean to hurt me, but for a girl already feeling like an ugly duckling it only made me feel worse.
I hid all of my feelings about this down inside, and did my best to be the sweet, funny girl. I had a lot of friends in high school, and was well liked. Over the years I had found some confidence in the way I looked and it paid off. I was realizing that what counted most wasn't what people saw on the outside. People who you like inevitably become more attractive to you the more you get to know them.

By the time I was an adult I became even more confident in my appearance because I made the best of what was in me, inside AND outside. I started focusing on my attributes instead of tearing myself down and living by someone else's idea of beauty. I began to OWN who I was and what I looked like, and I noticed a difference. As of today, I no longer try to put myself down or let others opinions of my looks, body or otherwise, affect how I feel about myself. When you feel beautiful, sexy , and confident in yourself eventually people will notice because confidence makes all the difference in the world.

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