This is a short entry and is definitly my last entry before the new year. Tomorrow, I leave at 7:30 to go to Mom's. For tonight, I'm getting offline and going to get ready for bed. Best of wishes for the new year. Hopefully, Mom and I won't be up until 2 am playing Scrabble this year. I hope you make some good memories this year. Oh, and if your mailbox is flooded the first week in January, sorry. Good night and happy new year to all.
Love always,
Vickey
Today is the second day of the Joshua Revolution. On the way back from dinner (which was delicious, by the way), we were pulling out and I turned the radio to the local Christian station. The songs were good & I was singing along when they broke in for the whole "You're listening to..." Spiel. Well, they were broadcasting live from the Joshua Revolution. I turned it immediately & tried desperatly to not feel awful about not being there. Didn't work to well but, when I got home, I got online & sent Lindz a text message. Just something like "Hey. I don't expect an answer. Hope you're having fun. wish I was there. Love to all." She replied with "heh love you to X: :-X Lindz" I sent back a reply, "next year, come hell or high water, i'll be there. this year, oh well. now stop answering your phone and go have fun. *pretty woman tone* love ya" So she shoots back with "then stop calling me. hehe *love*". I sent back "lol. fine. go have fun. love ya. (then stop answering me)". So now I don't feel quite so down. I'm leaving tomorrow morning at 7:30 or so. If I don't get back on later, much love to all and have a happy new year. I'd wish you a warm new year but certain people have told me they love the cold. They are insane but, hey, I already knew that. So, I'm off to pack so that I can keep warm for my new year. You see, I don't "love" the cold. But, the love I don't have for the snow, I'm sendin' to you all.
Love always,
Vickey
P.S. Think I coulda used the word "love" any more in the last 6 sentences? I don't think it's possible.
Change of plans for tonight. Dad did a bit of research & found the menu for tonight at OCB. Nothing good on the menu so we get to go to one of my favorite restaurants (Joey did pick it out). It's the Roadhouse Grill. Yummy. Ribeye steak, here I come. I went there for my 14th birthday & they burned my steak. On my birthday! Oh, well. Oh, and Joey says, "Uggghhhh." every time I tell him someone new said Happy Birthday. Dad then yells at him so he says, "Thanks". Anyhow, I swear my FLYlady timer is broken. I hate taking care of my laundry. It sucks & it takes forever. I set my timer for 15 minutes & gathered all my stuff from downstairs (mostly clothes from the table and a few other things from the computer desk). I took it upstairs & took care of the other things first. Took care of the stuff that goes in my dresser and got out the hangers. Well I was in my closet (literally), I saw a pile in my basket & decided to do that as well. Threw it on my bed. Got all the hangers & the clothes on my bed & started it. Remember this is a 15 minute time limit. I wanted to get it down so I was kinda rushing & then realized that there was no point because even if I didn't finish it was okay. I could do it later. So I finished and came downstairs. Looked at the timer. I had 2 minutes left! In that two minutes, I decided that the reason I was shaking was my blood sugar so I ate a handful of walnuts. All this in 15 minutes! Speaking of timers, it just went off which is a clue to me to get my butt offline & pack my bag before we leave for the roadhouse. If I don't get on later tonight (yea, right), have a happy new year.
Love always,
Vickey
While watching one of the debates, I made a list of topics that I didn't really understand. I planned to look them up the next day but never got around to it. I just found this list and have been trying to find information. Unfortunately, the internet kinda hates me. If anyone knows anything about what's happening with this stuff, could you clue me in please?
Patriot Act
No Child Left Behind
Iran (what's happening over there? I heard something about nuclear weapons, I think.)
North Korea (Same as Iran)
Arafat-Isreal/Palestine (I believe that he was killed or died but, I'm not sure. Was/is he for Isreal or Palestine? What has/is he doing/done for/against his people/the "enemy"?)
International criminal justice board (What is it? Why is it?)
If anyone could help me figure this out, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks for your help. And if you don't know anything either, I'll report all the stuff I'm told so that you can be clued in as well.
Love always,
Uninformed idiotic teenage (PMS) female (hehe ^_^)
If you took the time to read this, you'll probably regret it. Anyhow, every year on my brother's birthday, give or take a day, my period starts. Wonder if this year will be any different.
I signed up for these "reads" a while ago & they send me one 5-10 minute read each day in a certain genre. They start with a "Dear Reader" column written by different people depending on the genre. I'm signed up for the romance read & the teen read. Today, the romance read is one of the "Best Of..." since the writer is on vacation. I thought it was really.. well, you'll see for yourself. I hope it hits it's mark. If you want to sign up for reads, I'll send you the web address. There's about a billion categories.
Dear Reader,
I was feeling pretty sad and disappointed a few weeks ago and when I
mentioned it to a friend she matter-of-factly said, "Okay, and why
is that a problem?"
Her rationale was that most people tend to walk around thinking that
they should feel happy and cheerful every day, and if they aren't,
they see it as a failure. But it's not. Because that's just the way
life is. Up and down, happy and sad.
She sold me on her theory and I decided to stop resisting and give
myself permission to feel sad and disappointed. And you know what,
it took some of the pressure off--almost immediately, because I
didn't need to "fix" the way that I felt anymore. I could just
"feel" whatever came my way.
My usual routine, when I'm not feeling great, is to work hard at
pretending that I'm happy. This method definitely hasn't proved to
be successful in the past. Because if I turn away from what I'm
feeling, I'm just postponing a hurt that I'll end up having to deal
with later. And the tricky part about later, is that my sad and
disappointed feelings then show up as anger. I turn into one angry,
irritated Suzanne, and by then I can't explain why.
It's a messy job--working through crummy feelings, walking through
the mud and muck, but it's a necessary journey. Having a lousy day?
Hey, grab your boots, and let's walk together. I'll be happy to show
you the way.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Love always,
Vickey
Thanks to all who checked out my new journal. So for Christmas my gramma got me this Cocoa-Latte thing that makes hot mixed drinks. Emphasis on the hot. I've only made one so far (the one in front of me) but I now know that if I ever want to torture someone, all I gotta do is make one of these puppies & force it down their throat. But it's delicious. Mocha latte. So, today is my brother's birthday. His eleventh. Yay for him. I was woken up at 8:08 so I could "sing" at 8:10. Keep in mind, great as this tradition is, I'm a teenager. I tend to sleep until noon. So at 8:10, I started humming along. Okay, half-humming, half-grunting. Dad gave me a look so I started singing. At 8am with no warm-up. When the song was done, I went back to bed. Didn't wake up again until 10 or so when I opened up the book I started last night. Read for an hour then came downstairs so Joey could open his gifts. He got a videogame for his PS2, some magnetic connects thingy, a robot, and a giftcard. The robot attacked me. Or would have had I not moved. Joey and Jeff (my cousin) are out somewhere sledding. One other Birthday tradition we have is dinner. We get to choose the restaurant or the meal. Joey choose Old Country Buffet, an all you can eat buffet. Again. So basically, it's a fast all day until then. At least that's how Dad does it. I tend to eat regardless. I've decided that, confusing as my family is to me, you all must be out of your heads trying to understand most of it. So eventually, as in like soon, I'm going to make a "family tree". Like "Joe-son of Donna and Joe, father of Victoria (myself) and Joe, brother of Donna". See how confusing just that is? Joe is my father, Donna is my paternal grandmother, Joe is my paternal grandfather, Victoria is me, Joe is my brother, and Donna is my aunt. So, eventually, I'll get it all written out & clarified. Along with my friends. But for them it's easier to explain. Like "Lindz-met in the fifth grade, hated her guts, she hated mine, bestest friend in the world" or "Liz-met in sixth grade, her & Lindz hated each other, bad taste in guys, insecure, bestest friend in the world, moved to RI in August '04". See, that's easier. So, look forward to that. Now, off to finish my mocha latte and make a card or something for my brother. Have a happy day before bowling day.
Love always,
Vickey
So, blogaholic that I am, I've just created a new journal. This one is probably not going to have any loyal readers but I feel it deserves a mention. It's just me keeping track of my progress on various goals. From New Year's Resolutions to weekly/daily goals. The link is here. Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to go see how long it's been since I was tempted. 19 days. I haven't been tempted in 19 days. 2 1/2 weeks. I know it's not long in the grand scheme of things but 2 1/2 weeks is better than the 1/2 week I was averaging before. So, yay for me! Now, time to go do some stuffs that's not online. Like write up my resolutions, read my Bible, and write to Lightheart (the unicorn that I address my handwritten journal to. Don't ask.). Hope you all had a nice day. Oh, tomorrow, I will be awoken at an ungodly hour again. At 8:05, my dad will come wake me up & we have to sing to my brother. Family tradition. Whatever time you were born, we wake up & sing to you. He was born at 8:10am. He's always hated me, you see. But me, I'm easy. 4:27pm. Thank goodness we don't do it for Mom. She was born at 4:27am. I don't know why we don't do it for her or Dad. Hmmm... Oh, and Sami, Sami's easy too. 9:20pm. Tomorrow also would have been my Gramma & Gumpy's fourteenth anniversary. But that doesn't mean much to me anymore. I was too young to wonder about why they split & I'm not starting now. I said good-bye to Gumpy last year. Haven't talked to him in 1/2 my lifetime. But, as I said, I'm going to do some stuff that doesn't involve the internet. Hope your day was great as great can be.
Now I don't like Freud but, this is something semi-intelligent. Followed by something intelligent by a man I DO like.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces. ~Sigmund Freud
And now, Picasso, a man whose work I truly admire,
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist. ~Pablo Picasso
And one last one by someone who is quite unknown. Indeed, her name is "Author Unknown".
I have a very firm grasp on reality! I can reach out and strangle it any time! ~Author Unknown
Now before I kill you all with quotes, adieu.
Love always,
Vickey
Way too much seriousness. Last night, my friend Ali said that I was "14 going on 45". Not that I don't like being mature and all but, why must it be me? No. Nope. Not doing that. Not going to self-pity. Not doin it. Not deleting that but not doing that. So let's see. How was my Christmas, you ask. My Christmas Eve was splendid. I spent it at Aunt Donna's house. I sang my solo for Poppy. It's in Italian. He's a second-generation immigrant. His parents & older brother came over on the boat. He speaks Italian. He didn't understand a word of it. Thought it was lovely and beautiful but didn't understand a word of it. So was it that my pronunciation was off so drastically or was it that at 86 his hearing isn't as good as it once was and his Italian is most likely rusty? I don't know. I know that I pronounced "rigor" "rignor" for the millionth time. Oh well. So we had a blast there. I've basically transferred generations. Up two generations. lol My cousins are all younger than me & mostly male. They all got these dart guns for Christmas & there was no way I was going to go downstairs with them and get shot at. So I stayed upstairs and talked with Uncle Pat, Aunt Doreen (both technically my great-aunt/uncle), Gramma, and Aunt Donna. Yup, I'm 14 going on 45. Not good. I'd like to finish my childhood, thank you very much. In her book, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou says, "After being a woman for three years, I was about to become a girl." I kinda feel like that. My parents divorced & I was propelled forward into the role of woman. Well, kinda. I wasn't a girl anymore. I had done a lot of growing up in a very short amount of time. I'm sick of it. I'm desperate to get that last bit of childhood back. For however long I can keep it. I mean, part of it is always there. That part that dances in the rain and loves the snow will never die. That part is forever. It's the part that jumps on the couch... oh wait. I do that. The part that believes in Santa... oh wait. I do that too. The part that plays with her barbies and her favorite game was playing house and school. Nope, I don't really do that anymore. Haven't played school since fifth grade and haven't played house since sixth. Haven't pulled out my barbies since sometime between sixth and seventh. Ironically, most times when I was little, I'd beg to go sledding. My dad just asked if I wanted to go and I said, "not particularly". I'm going to stay here and NOT freeze my arse off. Oh, and on an unrelated note, remember Tom? Peace Boy? Remember Timmy? And the Joshua Revoultion? I'm killing Timmy. Timmy is away on the revolution. As is Tom. As is Lindz. Lindz told Timmy that I like Tom. Timmy told Tom. Timmy is dying next time I see him. Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe he feels the same. Maybe Timmy didn't actually tell him. Timmy's like that. Maybe Lindz didn't actually tell Timmy. Maybe. I doubt it. Okay. Enough problems for the day. I had started this entry to tell you about my Christmas. How easily distracted am I. Okay, on with the saga.
After Christmas Eve we drove home the "most residental" way so we could look at Christmas lights. Gail came over. Think I already covered that. Really didn't feel very Christmas-y before bed. Just wanted to sleep. No "When's Santa gonna get here?" jitters. Woke up. UGGGHHH! 8am. Idiot brother. Opened the gifts under our trees (in our rooms) and went downstairs. (I feel like I've already written this.) Opened gifts. Could go into exactly what I got but, a brief overview is this: a few CD's, some clothes from Alloy (a catalog. Dad never orders from catalogs), my new coat (!), a book, movie or two, the game CatchPhrase, and a FLYlady timer. I spent most of the day on the computer but got off eventually & read the rest of my Harlequin. We had Christmas dinner and did stockings. Cherry cheesecake was for dessert. Went to bed eventually. All in all a good day. Yesterday, Boxing Day, I already wrote about. And no, Tadd has nothing to do with why I like Gail. But, it is a perk. lol Well, it's time to go make some hot cocoa or something. Oh, and get a kick start on my new year's resolutions. Oh, I forgot to write this earlier, I think. But Thursday after school I was riding the bus home and talking to Ronnie. Why I was talking to him, I'll never know. He's an idiot. He asked what I'm getting for Christmas & I said, "I don't know." He was convinced that I did and told me that. I go "well, I hope I'm getting my new coat." He said, "Co? What's that?" To which I replied, "Coat, you idiot, coat." "You said co. Like c-o-e or c-o." Well, Jon's last name was at one point Coe. So this freaks me out & I start my bad habit of chewing my hair. I asked what he's getting for Christmas & he says, "Crumb" which is apparently his uncle's nickname. He procedes to tell me that his uncle's real name is John & that he has 2 other uncle's named John. Too much coincidence for me. So we get off the bus & turn the corner & the wind is blowing in my face & I start laughing. And laughing. Less than five minutes after talking about Jon, I was laughing. I took this as a sign that I'm over him. I'M OVER THAT A$$HOLE! YAY! So, I've got a new start for a new year. A new heart. That might be turned over yet again. Hopefully at this time next year, my heart will be in the hands of someone special and it won't be broken. Now, time to go. If anyone knows where my knight in shining armor is, send him my way, please.
Love always,
Vickey
Firstly, that e-mail I sent to Gail was in response to her e-mail to me. I feel I should include it so I won't loose it. Here it is.
For months now, I've wanted a chance to talk to you, alone. Your father and I have been dating for quite awhile and I'm not sure how you feel about that. If you knew me better, you'd know why that matters to me, so if you have a few minutes, I'd like to tell you a little more about myself and my kids and why I care what you think. As you know, I have two great kids of my own. I quit work and stayed home to raise them. We had a ton of fun and got along great. I enjoyed my kids even more when they were teenagers and that may sound strange to some parents because teens, in general, are known for being a little more difficult, moody and unwilling to listen or talk to their parents. I, myself, had very strict parents and spent years 14-18 locked in my bedroom to avoid them. I didn't want that to happen with my kids. I wanted to always be close to them and make them feel comfortable enough to tell me everything, the good, the bad and the ugly. I was lucky because they always did. I got to know their friends and we're all still very close. Three of Kayla's high school friends worked for me at the diner. Lisa was the first to get married last May. That's the wedding your father and I went to. I divorced my husband three years ago. I waited until my kids were older because I thought the older they were, the easier it would be for them. It wasn't. They still hurt over it. All kids do. When the dream of having a family falls apart, it hurts everyone, no matter who's fault, no matter the ages or the circumstances. I left because my ex had a terrible temper. Kayla saw it once, but Tadd never did, so he still doesn't know. There's no reason to tell him, so we never talk about it. What does matter is that our family is split and we're all trying to make the best of it. My kids are fairly close with their father. I want them to have whatever relationship they can with him even though I don't think he's the best influence on them. And his temper was never directed towards our kids, so I feel they're safe enough. I'm not telling you all this because I want sympathy. Life's tough for everyone and all we can do is pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and keep on going. In my mind, anyone who keeps feeling sorry for themselves or dwells on the past overmuch is going to make their lives harder and unhappy. Happiness, I learned, is within ourselves. Anyway, last August my ex got remarried. It happened pretty quickly and my kids reluctantly went to the wedding. I had met his new wife once, years ago, and she's a little dumb, not real pretty, but a nice person. My kids don't like her. They have no reason not to since she's never done anything to hurt them. They just don't like who she represents...the woman who took their mother's place in their father's heart. Now, whenever their father breaks a promise to them, they blame Maria. Whenever he gets mad or isn't there for them when they need him, it's Maria's fault. It's never their father's fault. That's not true, but that's how they see it. I feel sorry for Maria because she's tried to be friends with my kids, but I also understand that my kids didn't have much time to know Maria before she became their stepmother and right now, they just don't want to like her, so that's the way it is. Your father and I have taken our relationship slowly for your sake, Joey's and for my kids. We figured it would help the situation so much more if we gave everyone time to know each other, including ourselves. My kids like your father a lot. They see and hear how well he treats me, so they approve of him. Although now that they're father is remarried, I think they worry about me being alone and would approve of anyone who made me happy. I know you have a ton of other stuff you're dealing with right now, more important stuff than trying to get to know me or accept me. I also know the last thing youneed is some woman pushing herself into your family and into your life. And I don't ever want to be Maria, not to you or anyone else. I told your father some time ago if you or Joey didn't like me, then I was outta here and I meant it. For me, your feelings and Joey's are more important than mine or your father's. As I said, life's tough enough, so I will not make it harder for you. Honestly, Vickey, I like your father a lot. I dated a lot of men after my divorce, but he's the first person I've cared about. I don't know where it's headed, but neither of us are in any hurry to get there. We want to give everyone time to know each other...at their own pace. That's why I need you to promise me something. If right now or at any time at all in the future you're unhappy or uncomfortable with me or my relationship with your Dad, please speak up. Your feelings are very important. And don't worry about hurting my feelings because it would kill me if I thought that my presence was hurting you or Joey in any way and no one told me about it. I won't be coming to your Christmas Party tomorrow, but I will be stopping over for awhile afterwards to give you my gifts. And if you don't like them, tell me that, too, okay? I've got receipts and can exchange them for something else. I'm sorry this is so winded. Thanks for listening to me. Have a wonderful Christmas and I hope the New Year brings you all the fun and happiness in the world...gail She just sent me a reply to my e-mail. Here is that. Thank you for your honesty, Vickey. And thank you for spitting at your dad when he was with that other woman!! Christmas is for family and family traditions. Next to the religious aspects, that's the most important concept of the holiday. As it should be. I spend every Christmas day with my kids and my family. I spend Christmas Eve alone now because my kids are with their dad and his family. That's hard for me, so your father invited me to your family party. It didn't feel right to me this year, either, so I was happy just to come over afterwards and I thank you for that. And we all had a good time at your house today. It's awkward right now, I know, but I thank you so much for letting us come over. Kayla has another year of college before becoming a teacher and she's living with Greg, who I don't really care for. He's a nice guy, but he's definitely not her "knight on the white horse". She sells herself short because her friends all have boyfriends and that makes her feel more needy for one. I know it may not seem this way, but she doesn't realize how pretty and fun she is and that she deserves someone better. Tadd's quieter and less social, but he IS the knight on the white horse, maybe not right now because he got himself into some trouble after our divorce and he needs more time to grow up. But befriend Tadd and he'll die for you. That's who he is. Neither of my children are super-smart, but they both are super-great people. And they both had a hard time this Christmas, too. So, thank you for including us in your holiday weekend. I know it's not easy for you and I do appreciate your efforts to make me and my kids feel welcome. And don't ever worry about spilling your guts to me. I have to you. I'll be honest with you about anything because I don't believe in dishonesty. Just stop shocking me while we're playing ping pong, okay! I was missing balls right and left with some stuff you were saying and I have a reputation of being great at ping pong that I have to keep for your father's sake! Have a good night...gail So, there's my "record-keeping", if you will, for the day. After the events of the evening, I'm whooped. Time to watch part of the movie & head off to bed. G'night and sweet dreams to all. Love always,Okay, so someone suggested that I think about truth. Someone is getting on my nerves. Making me think too much. Grrrrr. Just kidding. So what is truth? What is it? It's what actually happened. Would I know it if it was presented to me? Probably not. Honestly, I don't know what the truth is because though I witnessed a whole siht load of stuff that I probably shouldn't have, I didn't see the affair. I didn't see a lot of the stuff that I have questions about. I guess no one knows what the truth is. We change it based on what we need to believe to keep our sanity. (Okay, so you were right about that part.) I guess my truth is different than their truth. You can ask multiple people what happened on 9/11 and even if presented with all the "facts", they'd give you different answers. "Truth, like beauty, is often in the eye... or mind of the beholder." So, this person asked if I can forgive. "Without forgiveness there is no hope for salvation, for truth, for sanity. Only after you have found the room to totally and completely forgive your dad... forgive your mom ... forgive Angel can you voice these questions and then perhaps... hear the truth. There is nothing more freeing than forgiveness." So can I forgive? How can I forgive for something that I don't know if it happened or not!? I need to accept the fact that I'll never know what happened. I need to accept the fact that my parents are done with each other. For whatever reason. I need to accept that the reason isn't important. They split. What's done is done. "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." -The Buddha. So I disagree about the whole "don't dream of the future" part but, the other parts are true. Or should be. So, I'll forgive them for what they did in the past. I'll forgive them for their past transgressions. I'll forgive them for myself, not for them. I don't have the goodness or the energy or the will to forgive them for themselves. They don't deserve it, nor do any of us really ever deserve it. But I deserve to be sane. I deserve to have the real world. Much as I love my dream worlds, I need the real world. Much as it sucks. But, "Growing up sucks...not all kisses are magic, not all guys live up to your expectations, but there are moments when romance, friendship, love, everything just falls into place. That makes growing up worth it." It's the times that everything falls into place that I'm living for. Those are the times that I'll forgive them for. But, I don't think I'm quite ready yet. I'm not ready to forgive yet, to let go of this hurt. I deserve to & I know I need to but, it's like an old coat. It might hurt to have the wind rip through the holes in the coat but, it's comfortable. It's like an old friend that keeps hurting you but, it's comfortable. You're used to it. That's how this hurt is. Comfortable, familiar. And giving it up is like exposing myself to a whole new form of hurt. I don't think I'm strong enough or ready to deal with it right now. So for now, I'll keep the pain & the hurt. I'll keep the familiar old sorrow. It's easier for the moment. When I'm strong enough, I will. I can feel it. It'll be soon. By the time next Christmas (or at the latest my sweet sixteen) rolls around, I can feel it. I'll have forgiven. Actually, no. I take that back. I've already forgiven, mostly. Most of the time. But not fully and not all the time. By Christmas, I'll have forgiven fully. All the time. And, I'll have admitted it. I can sense it. I only hope I'm sensing right.
Love always,
Vickey
ORDERING PIZZA IN 2008
[This is so close to what is probably going to be happening in 2008
that we're not sure how funny this really is..]
Operator: Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your
national ID number?
Customer: Hi, I'd like to place an order.
Operator: I must have your NIDN first, sir
Customer: My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's
6102049998-45-54610.
Operator: Thank you Mr. Sheehan I see you live at 1742 Meadowland
Drive, and the phone number is 494-2366. Your office number over at
Lincoln Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number is 266-2566. E-mail address is Seehan@home.net. I see you're calling me from home.
Customer: Huh? Where'd you get all this information?
Operator: We're wired into the HSS, sir.
Customer: The HSS, what is that?
Operator: We're wired into the Homeland Security System, sir. This
will add only 15 seconds to your ordering time.
Customer: (sighs) Oh well, I'd like to order a couple of your
All-Meat Special pizzas.
Operator: I don't think that's a good idea, sir.
Customer: Whaddya mean?
Operator: Sir, your medical records and commode sensors indicate
that you've got very high blood pressure and extremely high
cholesterol. Your National Health Care provider won't allow such an
unhealthy choice.
Customer: What?!?! What do you recommend, then?
Operator: You might try our low-fat Soybean Pizza. I'm sure you'll
like it.
Customer: What makes you think I'd like something like that?
Operator: Well, you checked out 'Gourmet Soybean Recipes' from your local library last week, sir. That's why I made the suggestion.
Customer: All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then.
Operator: That should be plenty for you, your wife and your four
kids. Your 2 dogs can finish the crusts, sir. Your total is $49.99.
Customer: Lemme give you my credit card number.
Operator: I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay in cash.
Your credit card balance is over its limit.
Customer: I'll run over to the ATM and get some cash beforeyour
driver gets here.
Operator: That won't work either, sir. Your checking account is
overdrawn also.
Customer: Never mind! Just send the pizzas. I'll have the cash ready.
How long will it take?
Operator: We're running a little behind, sir. It'll be about 45
minutes, sir. If you're in a hurry you might want to pick'em up
while you're out getting the cash, but then, carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little awkward.
Customer: Wait! How do you know I ride a bike?
Operator: It says here you're in arrears on your car payments, so
your car got repo'ed. But your Harley's paid for and you just filled
the tank yesterday.
Customer: Well, I'll be a #%#^^&$%^$@#
Operator: I'd advise watching your language, sir. You've already
got a July 4, 2003 conviction for cussing out a cop and another one
I see here in September for contempt at your hearing for cussing at a
judge. Oh yes, I see here that you just got out from a 90 day stay in the State Correctional Facility. Is this your first pizza since your return to society?
Customer: (speechless)
Operator: Will there be anything else, sir?
Customer: Yes, I have a coupon for a free 2 liter of Coke..
Operator: I'm sorry sir, but our ad's exclusionary clause prevents
us from offering free soda to diabetics. The New Constitution
prohibits this... Thank you for calling Pizza Hut!
I got this from Remember when and thought it was too funny to not pass on. But it's pretty scary at the same time. If Bush tries to make anything that can make ordering a pizza (or anything else for that freakin matter) that much of a pain in the @$$, I swear I will move to !%&*#^ Canada. Enough anti-Bush for the night. Hope your Boxing Day was a great one.
Love always,
Vickey
Today was.... fun. If not headache-full. I've had a headache on and off since last night and it's back. Oh, well. I can always take an Advil if it gets too bad. So today is Boxing Day, whatever that means. For me, it means that Gail, Tadd, Kayla, and Stella came over. Gail is Dad's girlfriend. Tadd is Gail's eighteen year old son. Kayla is Gail's 21 year old daughter. Stella is Kayla's puppy. After waking at nearly eleven, I dragged my butt downstairs & got on the computer. :-[ Only 20 minutes though. Then I went upstairs and got ready for today. Ate mashed potatoes and corn for breakfast and was still laying on the couch eating it when Gail got here. She went downstairs with Dad and Joey and I got in the shower. I actually blow-dried my hair. *gasp* I never use heat appliances on my hair. Too much time & energy. Anyhow, Gail left to pick up Tadd. Have I mentioned that he's 18? And hot? And Pisces? And single? Well, I did now. Kayla got here with her puppy while Gail and I were playing mancala. At some point over the course of the past 5 hours, Gail & I played ping-pong, Tadd and Joey played pool, and Gail beat Dad at ping-pong. Oh, and I got Dad in trouble with Gail. bwahaha. He said that she'd lose at ping-pong and then complain that the table wasn't regulation. But, I did send her an e-mail that said, "I had a dream last night that kinda pertains to you. In it, I dreamed that Dad was doing something that made me mad. All I remember is that it had to do with some bar and some other woman. And he bought me something to eat and I took a bite and spit it at him because I was mad that he wasn't with you. So I guess what I'm saying is that though I wasn't really warm to the idea of you coming to Christmas Eve at first, you're okay. I'd rather have my dad with you and happy than snapping at me. Cuz trust me, the happier his relationship with you is going, the less likely he is to snap at me. Christmas Eve is still a bit shaky for me but, I don't mind you coming over and hanging out or whatever. Christmas Eve just means to me that you're permanent and that scares me. So before I spill the rest of my guts out, time to go. Arrivederci. Vickey" And now, I'm sitting here typing this to you and talking to my mom. Dinner is TBA. We don't know if we're having it or when. Or what it is. So, off to do stuffs. Whatever that stuffs may be. Oh, and I took something for my head and it's getting better. Many warm wishes to you and yours.
Love always,
Vickey
Is it just me or is today Sunday? Okay, well, either way, here's my half-conscious Saturday Six. But I swear it's Sunday.
1. Did you travel for the Christmas holidays? If so, how did you get where you were going and how was the trip? I went to my aunt's about 1/2 an hour away and in a few days I'm driving down to my mom's. At 7:30 in the morning. I hate early mornings.
2. Did you get most of the gifts you were hoping for? Most of them.
3. If you were to check Santa's list, would your name appear to indicate that you had been good enough in 2004 to have DESERVED those gifts? Can I not answer this one? I think that my moments of good and evil probably were equalized.
4. If you HAD to make one New Year's Resolution next year, what would it be? I'm already planning mine. To excercise more, to get my room clean, to read my Bible more, to get more calcium (doctor's orders)
5. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #36 from Mrs. L: What is your favorite kind of Christmas cookie or dessert? Christmas cookie, I don't know. Dessert for Christmas, cherry cheesecake. Dessert for any other time, brownie sundae.
6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #37 from Promise: Who inspires you the most in your life? Ugggghh, Promise. You're making me think too hard too early. I'll use the word inspire to mean who keeps me going. My baby sister. I love her with all my heart & if anything ever happened to her, I'd die. When I do things, I think what she would think of me doing it. Would I be ashamed if she found out years down the road? As for the other meaning of who do I want to be like, too many people. I admire and look up to far too many people.
I've only got ten more minutes online for the moment (FLYlady timer!) so, hope you enjoyed this and that your Christmas was as good as you hoped.
Love always,
Vickey
So me and my Christmas Eve PJs (yea, I'm still in 'em) are heading off to bed soon so we can be well-rested when Gail, Kayla, Greg, and Tadd come over. Gail is my dad's girlfriend. Kayla is her daughter. Greg is Kayla's boyfriend and Tadd is Gail's son. Tadd is eighteen. I don't really relish the thought of him coming here tomorrow. For an undetermined amount of time. Guess I'll have to devour another book tomorrow. It's my way of secluding myself into another world. Hey, I'm a Pisces. I'm an escapist and an idealist.
Speaking of which, part of me wants so desperately to believe in Santa and a perfect world that's waiting for me. But part of me doesn't believe and that same part of me believes that I'm doomed to be alone forever. Nope, not getting into that. Not tonight. Not Christmas Night. Nope.
So I devoured a Harlequin and wish it was longer. As I said before, I better get some sleep so that I'm rested for tomorrow. I have a church service/concert to attend tomorrow night as well. Paid In Full is playing. They're supposed to be good. So, a last Merry Christmas to you all. Only 365 more sleeps til next Christmas. (And only 57 more sleeps until my birthday!) Merry Christmas. Only six (if you stay up all night on New Year's Eve) more sleeps until New Year.
Love always,
Vickey
"I never thought there was any other way to go."-Lindz's wall
How often do we make a decision to take one choice without considering the other? We never think of another way. What if the other, unthought of, way is better? What if we choose wrong?
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Last night, I got upset again. My little, fake, old Christmas tree that I've had for years won't light up. One of the bulbs fell out and then I took a bulb out of my (unused) angel's hand and put it in the empty socket. It won't light. So, of course, I cried again. PMS, I'm sure. Oh, and if the world stops turnng, I'm sorry. As Lindz said, "Vickey's PMSing and she doesn't want chocolate? The world is ending!"
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Beware: Bit longer & bit more thoughtful-ish mabober. Don't ask. Sugar high but calm.
Baby shower! Feeling: calmly happy Hearing: chatter
I'm sitting against the mirror in the dance studio (yes, my high school has a dance studio) being a bit anti-social. If someone came over to talk to me, I would talk but no one is so I'm not. TOday was overrated-ish. We were supposed to carol in voice but we didn't. We ran through solos and at the end, I sang Caro mio ben to practice for tomorrow. Mrs. A said that when I sing I have "such a look of sincerity on" my face that it's "a pleasure to watch" me sing. Sarah, one of my toughest critics, agreed! I rushed off to German, barely squeaking past the bell. We got our textbooks, finally. Then we learned about German Christmas and had chocolate with marzipan and some bread thing. Rushed to math and was nearly late. We watched Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Science was next. On time to that, for once. *great* We did some "wacky word" things. Like momanon means man in the moon.
Oh! Romance! It's pouring out. I want to put on jeans and a tee and grab an umbrella and go outside with.... Tom :-[ I'm so afraid of the way I feel about him. Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. (Who is they anyhow?) I've already shed tears of pain and sorrow over one guy relatively recently. I don't need that again. I just want a guy that won't break my heart. A guy I can trust to tell him how I feel. Part of my heart will belong to Jon, always. But that piece is getting smaller and smaller every day. I could never be with a guy that would betray me, that would pressure me for sex. I feel Jon would. He pressured Lindz for a handjob. He taught me a lot. I mean, don't get me wrong, he did break my heart, he did hurt me but I learned a lot. I learned about myself and what kind of guy I want. I learned about him and how he's not the kind of guy I want. I mean, I now know I can't date a guy who does drugs or smokes. Before, I hadn't thought about it.
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The Past Year Hearing: The Last Laugh '04 on Comedy Central as written by hand
This is a show of stuff that happened in the past year. Here's my reaction to it all.
The election. Not getting into it tonight.
Murder trials of the year. Robert Blake-who? Apparently a celebrity whose wife was shot. OJ Simpson-my mom knows every detail. I know none. {Norm MacDonald is hilarious.} {I need chocolate. Gramma has none.}
Well, I just missed somebody's time and thus a few more events. Blame it on cravings. DL Hughley's up.
Kobe Bryant-don't know the details
Janet's boob-big whoop
Penile enhancement-wohoo. Comics keep making fun of the 36 hour pill. It doesn't last 36 hours. It's in your system that long and only takes effect for normal time when it's "the right time". I don't know how or why I know this.
Martha Stewart-don't really know the whole story.
Scott Peterson-if he did do it, what the hell? Why would he kill his wife and child?
Michael Jackson-butt of most jokes in my school. Gulity, in my opinion.
Airline restrictions-pain in the butt, I'm sure but if it'll keep us all safe, go for it. Even the shoes.
Terrorism-sucks.
Bad moves-we've used up our quota for the decade.
The Swan-what's the point?
Brittany's marriage-55 hours? Is it worth it?
Modest Mouse-Float On. I thought lead singers were supposed to be good singers and hotties.
Justin Timberlake-idiotic pretty boy
Paris Hilton-idiotic narcisstic spoiled brat
A**crack-keep it in the pants, please.
Christmas vs. Holidays-I celebrate Christmas, I'll wish a Merry Christmas if I want. If someone is offended enough to speak up, I'll apologize and wish them a Happy Holidays.
Anna Nicole-too much to cover. Same with the Olsens.
Bill Engaval's turn. The weird year-his label for 2004. Janet, covered. Well, more like uncovered. lol
Olympics-did I pay attention? I'm bad, I know.
Iraqi prison scandal-awfulness.
Britain-guy drank 15 beers and shot his certain part. Last words, "I swear it ain't loaded." Five years in jail for illegal weapon. Idiot.
Louisiana-loser of chess game slams winner's head through a window (to which he says, "Wait. They play chess in Louisiana!?"). Odd. Idiots. Time for Colin Quinn to rap.
Flu shots-why do we have only two providers? Stupid.
Michael Moore-too many Michael's in the public eye! He's an idiot anyhow.
Osama's new video-is he still alive or was it doctored?
Hurricanes-Far too many.
Boston-what did I mean by "Boston"? Oh, the Red Sox? If so, yay for them. Boo for
the Yankees.
Troy-was it good?
Alexander-see above.
Halo 2-too much hype.
Sex bracelets-stupid and no one who wears 'em knows what they mean really (at least not at my school)
Catholic church-won't run 'em into the ground anymore than they've already been run in.
Unknown Christ impersonator- Ummm... no. You don't mock my Lord. You don't dress up and make fun of Him. Sorry, you just don't.
The Passion-I saw it. It's not moving enough to make me go confess to a murder.
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Pet names. I love pet names. Not Fred (my dad used to call me that) but stuff like "hun" or "sugar" or "doll". I love being called them and I love using them. I once read a book that the main female character called everyone "hun" and "sugar" and I picked it up. Annoyed everyone for two weeks then I started to lay off it. I'm back to it again. But, I love being called them as well. Not by some sleezball on the street but by friends and people I trust. (If only Tom read this.....) By the way-inspiration for this entry was provided by B.
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Last mini-entry, I promise. I'm not writing what I was going to because it's utterly hopeless and stupid. So instead, look forward to a story to come soon. It's 100% fiction, I assure you. You'll see why I'm assuring you when you read the story. It's just not done yet. Anyhow, I hope I get no comments on this until at least the 26th. You should not be on the computer today. It's Christmas Day for goodness sake! Off to do something that's unrelated to Christmas, I'm sure.
Love always,
Vickey
From the other night
Feeling: Sorry for myself
Hearing: WBEE
I'm part Apache. My great-grandmother made a dreamcatcher especially for me before I can remember. It's small but it's mine. I used to have it nailed above my bed back *home* (oh, Lord, tell me I'm not back to that). Then we moved and it shared a nail next to my bed with my calendar. Now it sits on my windowsill. My window leaks. My bed is underneath it as well. My dreamcatcher got wet. I can't nail it above my window because it's too high and it'll never work. One side of my bed has a huge bulletin board and a book case that cover half the wall. THe other has my (pitiful and not working) tree on my nightstnad. It doesn't fit anywhere! It needs a spot and it needs to be dry. If getting wet unleashed all hte bad dreams in the stone, I'll be dead from fear and horror. I'm very superstitious about my good luck charms and stuff. My horseshoe fell, head over heels, if you will, down the stairs because of Joey. I flipped. I just want (and here's the part where y'all shoot me) to go back. Before we moved, before they split, before I grew up, basically. I'm just feeling bad. I know I need to remove my rose-tinted glasses. Maybe they'll be gone tomorrow. I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow. It would have been my parent's fifteenth anniversary. Shit. G'night.
Love always,
Vickey
P.S. This was written the night of the twenty-first.
So still sitting here in my PJ's and robe (which I find odd b/c it's PJs Gail picked out and the robe I took from Mom), I'm only semi-conscious. My brother woke me up at eight am. And told me to get up. Heathen. So I asked someone to hand me my glasses. I put 'em on and said, "Hmmm no presents under my tree." (We always get one or two under our tree.) Apparently Santa left them in the doorway to our rooms. So I told someone to grab me mine and told Joey to grab his. We opened them in my room, on my bed. Yay. ::half asleep sarcasm:: Joey and I each got an ornament and I got a Newsboys CD while Joey got a GameBoyAdvance game. Joey was getting impatient so I said, "Fine. I'll get up but I gotta pee." So grab my robe, do my business, "Okay. Let's go." Trudge downstairs (keep in mind, still only half awake). See tree *gasp from Joey & groan of why the heck am I awake from Vickey*. Dad goes to get coffee and I start my begging to be allowed to drink a cup. Finally he consents & I decided to have Cafe stuff instead. By the time we had opened half a dozen gifts (between the two of us), I was awake enough to have a reaction. We both got a bunch of stuff that we wanted. That new coat I wanted, I got! I'm really happy about that (but you wouldn't know by looking at me since I'm still mostly asleep). So, after blueberry muffins and gifts, we put in a new CD and then decided to watch Shrek 2. I see it nearly every weekend at my mom's. Very boring after a billion viewings. So, now it's 11 am and I'm off to do something Christmas-y. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Love always,
Vickey
So, it's Saturday & the Sunday Brunch is up. Guess I'll just do it now rather than wait for tomorrow. Better early than late. Two again this week.
"A turkey never voted for an early Christmas." -Irish proverb
1) What is your favorite Christmas song? Jingle Bell Rock, Two Step Round the Christmas Tree, Silver Bells, the Christmas Song
2) Do you send Christmas cards? Dad does. I sent some e-cards.
3) Artificial or real Christmas trees? Real!
4) What is your favorite Christmas décor? (ie, trees, snowmen, stockings, Santa) I like angels and Santa.
5) Do you attend any religious services on Christmas? Not typically. I went to church one year on Christmas Eve and last night I held my own. I sat on the loveseat and read Luke 1-2:40.
"An income tax form is like a laundry list -- either way you lose your
shirt." -Fred Allen
1) Do you use fabric softener or softener sheets? Dad does laundry but, sheets.
2) Do you dry clean clothes on a regular basis? Only when called for.
3) Do you do laundry as it piles up or do you wait until you are out of clean clothes? As it piles up.
4) Do you use a clean towel every day for your shower or use the same one throughout the week? Clean towel every time, much to my father's chagrin.
5) Who does the laundry in your household? As I said, Dad. But sometimes I do it.
Okay, so yea. Time to eat a muffin or something and then I'll tell ya bout this morning.
Always,
Vickey
Merry Christmas! So, it's Christmas Eve again and the holiday traditions (mostly) have stood strong. We went to my aunt Donna's house this year. I did my solo (for those who listened around six EST, sorry but you were a bit late. It wound up being more like 3:30 ish.) for my Poppy. He didn't understand it! It was in Italian and he speaks it but he didn't know what I was saying! But, I know my diction and enunciation were pretty good so it musta been either my pronunciation or his ears. He's 86, after all. Everyone that heard (which, I was kinda nervous so I forgot to get everyone together. It was Aunt Donna, Uncle Pat, Aunt Doreen, Peggy, and Poppy that heard.) was amazed. I can't take the credit. It was a perfect fit for the song and my voice teacher is great. She taught me well.
We opened gifts as well. I got a few cool things (like 1/2 a dozen throw pillows). But, Gramma got me a CD that I got back in February for my birthday and Aunt Donna got me one that Grandma Birch got me (I picked out) a few weeks ago. So that was awkward (however you spell it). I told Nikki all about Circle C and now she wants to go "ride horses and swim". We left around 6.
Gail came over when we got home around 7. (We took the very long way home.) She gave us a gift. I got a scarf, poncho, and gloves. Very cool. Joey got a game for his GameBoy. He likes it. Then Dad gave her a gift. It was a gorgeous necklace from Zale's. With gold and diamonds. Gail gave Dad a laundry basket with socks and a shirt or two. I was incredibly sugar high and without sugar! Oh, Joey & I got our traditional Christmas Eve gift. We always get one from our parents (now from Dad) on Christmas Eve and we're not supposed to know what it is. It's always PJs. This year, Gail picked out mine. I love them! Last year's I hated. Awful, uncomfortable pants (that I still wear when I'm being stupid) and a T-shirt that I lost. This year, TINKERBELL! Blue tank top & blue Tinkerbell pants! Amazing! Love 'em. Joey got pants that say "Bonehead" and "Numbskull" but I thought it said "boner". :-[
I grabbed my late great-grandpa's Bible to read Luke but it was King James Version so I went to get my NIV. I read through Luke 1 and half of Luke 2 (up to where Jesus is in the temple at the age of twelve). Gail left and now Joey & Dad are watching "Rocky and Bullwinkle". *rolls eyes* I'm wearing my Christmas PJs and the scarf I got from Gail. I love 'em!!!!!!!!!! So bedtime soon. My tree still doesn't work. Oh, I never typed that entry up. My Christmas tree lights don't work because they're missing a bulb and the bulb I put in doesn't work. :'( Okay, well, time to.... Oh!
Last year at this time, I was so not in the Christmas spirit. My parent's had been seperated for two Christmases already (that was the third) and it was the second they were divorced for. It really got to me last year. You know the song "Where are you Christmas?" It has a lyric that says, "My world is changing/I'm rearranging/Does that mean Christmas changes too?" Last year, that fit me so perfectly. I felt like I was changing and that Christmas was as well. Did NOT like that at all. I've got the spirit this year. So, this year, "My world has change/I've rearranged/That means Christmas changes too" but I'm OKAY with it!
Last year, I said good-bye to Gumpy. I gave up that hurt and that pain and resentment and sorrow. I'd felt it for six years, every Christmas. I'm over it. I still have the ornament he gave me on my tree, with his signature on the bottom. But it doesn't hurt to see it. I look at it and remember crying myself to sleep, saying good-bye. I remember his scratchy beard against my cheek. But I don't remember much more than that. It was just the idea of him. The whole fact that for 7 years of my life, I had a grandpa. I had a Gumpy. But now I don't and more importantly, I'm okay with it. I looked at the ornament my parent's got for their first ornament together. I stole it this year because my dad wouldn't let me put it up. I looked at it and thought "I wish I could say good-bye to that this year." But I don't think I'm ready to yet. It's too soon. Too hard. I read a quote the other day in Reader's Digest. It said, "Memory is often less about truth than about what we want it to be" -David Halberstam in the New York Times. Tell me, how perfectly does that fit me?
Well, I've been on way longer than I intended. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!
Love always,
Vickey
Firstly, my friend Ali just lost a dear friend. Her name was Samie and she had CF as well. My thoughts are with them. She passed away today.
Secondly,
Weekend Assignment #40: It's Athena's sixth birthday today. Celebrate by sharing a story from when you were six.
Extra Credit: No extra credit this week -- I figure most of you will be busy enough the next couple of days, right?
Okay, so what happened when I was six? Ummmm.... well, this happened when I was either 5, 6, or 7. I was in Mrs. Foro's class for both kindergarten and first grade so it kinda blurs together. Anyhow, she was my favorite teacher ever & I was her pet. She came to my birthday party. But, on with the story. So, I was in computer class and we were going back to the classroom. We rounded the corner and started to go up the stairs. I was near the end of the line but a few friends were behind me. So I was up about two steps and then, I blacked out. I don't know if I fainted, was pushed, tripped, or where I hit my head but, I did. I hit it on either the wall, the railing, or the stairs. Next thing I remember I'm being carried up the stairs by the school nurse with Mrs. Foro behind us (and the class behind her). Then, I blacked out again. I don't remember being in her office but, at some point, I did. Time is the culprit behind that lack of memory. So, next thing I know, my parents are there and they take me to the doctor's. I don't remember this next bit but, Mom told me. Whether it's true or not, I don't know. Apparently, I had a concussion (I swear I didn't) and wasn't allowed to sleep for hours. I remember sleeping. Anyhow, I remember being in the doctor's office. It was the most "exciting" day of my young life at that point. Except maybe the day I met my brother for the first time but that's a story for another day. (I'm talking about days that had happened before the day I hit my head. I've had more exciting days since then.)
Okay, time to leave for the Christmas party in which I will sing my solo. Apparently, I will "sing like an angel". I can only hope. Don't say good luck. I'm a preformer. "Good luck" is bad luck. It's break a leg, remember. Merry Christmas all!
Love always,
Vickey
I don't know how much I'll be on in the days until the new year but I will not be on from the twenty-ninth to the second. So..............
Merry Christmas
and
Happy New Year!
Have a great rest of the year! My thoughts are with you all!
Love always,
Vickey
2004 ... lessons learnt
1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before? Ummm... I accepted Christ, felt tempted, had my heart broken, created this blog, discovered friends online, discovered that I have a savior/marytr complex (in the words of my 1am buddy), counseled my friends in many issues, and many many others I'm sure.
2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Didn't make any this year. I forgot about 'em. Already workin on new ones.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Anyone close to me? No. Teachers at my school did though. I think there's something in the water.
4. Did anyone close to you die? Not close to me but in my family. (My great-great-aunt)
5. What countries did you visit? Ummm... does the USA count?
6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004? Peace of mind and ZERO temptation.
7. What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 10/4/04, day my heart was broken, 10/17/04, first time I was tempted
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? I accepted Christ and have helped many friends to stop or slow down the frequency of their giving into temptations.
9. What was your biggest failure? I let him mess with my heart. I nearly gave into my own temptations.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Define. I think the temptation might count. Other than that, my shoulders/hips/jaw are all messed up but nothing serious. Oh, my heart murmur is gone.
11. What was the best thing you bought? Define best. My gifts for my sister were the funnest to buy. The book I bought for myself at Circle C (Chicken Soup for the Christian Teenage Soul) really helped me as well.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration? Oh, gosh. My sister has learned many new things this past year (8 months to 20 months). My friends every time they resisted. My youth leaders for supporting all of us so wonderfully.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? October 4, 2004. Enough said? Jon. broke. my. heart. Enough. Not getting depressed again. He's not worth it.
14. Where did most of your money go? Money? What's that?
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Youth group every Wednesday night. My 14th birthday. I got to have both my parents together at my birthtime (a huge deal in my family).
16. What song will always remind you of 2004? Different songs for different times. Anything on Maroon 5's first CD (Songs About Jane) will ALWAYS remind me of Liz. Oh, and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack
17. Compared to this time last year, you are: FRUSTRATED THAT AOL KICKED ME OFF! no, really, i'm more in the Christmas spirit than last year but not much. also more frustrated with Dad and craving more independance
18. What do you wish you'd done more of? smiling, laughing, being "immature", hanging out, sleeping
19. What do you wish you'd done less of? being tempted, being b*tchy, staying up til 2am, lying
20. How will you be spending Christmas? Christmas Day w/Dad and Joey at home, Christmas Eve (aka TOMORROW) at my aunt's w/my family. Afterwards, Gail's coming over to exchange gifts. She decided not to come to Christmas Eve. 29th to 2nd at Mom's.
21. How would you rather be spending Christmas? Like I did in 2001. Mom slept at our house that year so we could be together Christmas morning. She slept in my bed with me and Dad slept in with Joey so they didn't have to sleep together and the tree was in the way of getting upstairs without seeing it. (We never see the tree until we're all together.) That night, around 6, we went out to Lori's and exchanged gifts out there. I'm not saying I want Mom to sleep here. She's got her husband and her daughter to be with. But I want to go down there Christmas night.
22. Did you fall in love in 2004? Let's not deal with whether I did or did not fall in/realize I had fallen in love, kay? Thanks, bye. (just a saying)
23. How many one-night stands? Not my style. One guy, my husband, to be had later in life.
24. What was your favorite TV program? General Hospital
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? I hate what that @$$ did on Homecoming Weekend but, I don't hate him. He's always got that bit of my heart. Wish I hadn't given it so freely. Ah, the curse of the fish.
26. What was the best book you read? Too many to pick from. The Red Tent was really good. Left me speechless.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Katrina Elam and Sarah Hudson. And the fact that I can sing without making dogs howl and cats screech.
28. What did you want and get? Materially? A few CD's. Mentally? The urge to recede.
29. What did you want and not get? To figure out how to add pictures! It's still very messed up. You're all great with helping it's just that when I click "Add Pictures from Hometown" and click the folder thingy it's supposed to be in, it's not there! There is nothing in my folder at all. Anyone got hints for that?
30. What was your favorite film of this year? The Notebook was tear-jerking. Van Helsing was great (but she shoulda LIVED, Liz!). Cellular was decent. Oh, and Shall We Dance was amazing!
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I was, as we all know, fourteen on February 20, 2004 at 4:27 pm. Okay, so maybe we didn't all know that detail but we all knew I was fourteen. I had a party with my friends in, like, April and everyone kept stealing my cowgirl hat! It was great. Sheli, Lindz, and Liz slept over and we went to the pond that night. It was absolutely amazing. Thanks for reminding me of all that. I had forgotten. Oh! And I think we saw a movie or something and we went to the diner and Liz spilt my Dr. Pepper all over and we switched booths. No, we didn't see a movie. We talked about it though. It was really warm out, I think. Definitly not ON my birthday but, I can't remember that day. I think oh yeah! My mom had me for visitation and wanted to come early but, I asked her if she'd come around four because I wanted my parents together at 4:27pm. They hadn't been together at my birthtime (which my family makes a huge deal about) since 2001. It really meant a lot. At your birthtime, no matter what time, my family wakes up and sings "Happy Birthday" to you. It's great. One year, when I turned 13, it was me and Dad at home & I got in the shower. So at 4:27, he knocks on the door and starts singing to me.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? One thing? Not having a broken heart for the last 2 1/2 months.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004? I had a fashion concept? Hah!
34. What kept you sane? I was sane!? Hah! My blog and my friends. Thank God for them both. (both things, not both friends)
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Fancy as in have a crush on? As in one? As in pick? As if! Many many many. Including Ben Affleck, the guy from Van Helsing, Peace Boy, oh sorry! It said celebrity/public figure. Opps.
36. What political issue stirred you the most? Gay rights and abortion.
37. Who did you miss? LIZ!!!!! I MISS YOU, HUN!
38. Who was the best new person you met? New person, eh? Everyone in youth group except Timmy and Peace Boy (cuz I already knew them) and Taylor and Nelson (cuz they're idiots).
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004: Watch your heart. Don't give it to a druggie/idiot/pervert. And if there's the slightest chance that your legs will show, SHAVE THEM! I've learned this one the hard way.
Time to go eat dinner before I go "beautify" for tomorrow. More entries later. Beware of overload. {bwahaha}
Love always,
Vickey
Okay, here's the deal with the whole picture thing (before I talk about my day). I go to "Add Pictures from Hometown" and then clicked the directory (or whatever it's called) that I put my pics into. I know they're there because I just put them in there and they showed up. So wait... did that work? let's see.....
I can't see anything but the boxes with red "x" in 'em. So y'all tell me if it worked or not. If so, that's the photo scavenger hunt from last week. The first should be before I cleaned and the second after. If they're the same, tell me cuz I goofed. Kay? If it didn't work, ROAR! Okay, so on with the story of my day.
I slept at Lindz's last night but, Dad picked me up at 7-ish this morning. I had a doctor's appointment wich I thought was tomorrow at 9:30 but was today at 10:30. So, I came home and laid on the couch. Intended to just take a short nap but slept for nearly an hour. Woke up, got my bag out of the truck, unpacked, showered, did homework, went to the doctor's. It was just a physical. I hadn't gained a pound in the last year so I was asked a billion questions about my eating habits and my excercise and all that. I'm NOT anorexic, just built like my mom. I eat plenty every day (though most of it isn't healthy). Oh, that reminds me, time to go get some milk. Does chocolate milk count? Hope so. Okay, well, I finished my global homework at the doctor's office. It took me over an hour to get in, get examined, and get out. My brother had to get his physical, too. So it took over an hour for two physicals! Rediculous. So, when we got out, I had only 15 minutes left of lunch & school stops serving before then. I got a crispy chicken sandwich and a coke for lunch. hehe ^_^ lucky me. Then, I had only three periods, global, english, and gym. Easy day. Hahaha. Got home and have wasted time online. Time to do some homework (if I have any) before Lindz comes for dinner and baking. Arrivederci.
Love always,
Hope-ing it worked
Love always,
Vickey
Apparently, I haven't even thought anything bad. Ummm... Kim? Sara? Would you rather blow it or squish it? Do you agree with this diagnosis? I didn't think so. Take the quiz at http://www.blogthings.com/naughtyornice.html. Very interesting.
Love always,
Vickey
Just another day
shuffle shuffle
off to work
shuffle shuffle
off to school
hurry past
scurry fst
never ending
constant motion
mind numbing
sleep deprived
constant state of motion
never ceasing
to amaze
how each day
can be the same
as the one before
and the one after
only weekends change
and only then a bit
mix it up
wake the hell up
each day is a blessing
so let's get out of this funk
stop the shuffle shuffle
throw in a rat-a-tat-tat
My latest poem. If I ever become famous, I'll put all these into a book called, "My Early Years" or something. hehe ^_^ Now, time for that nap. Oh, it was great talking to you, my 1am buddy. Sorry, I'm bad with names but you didn't mention yours yesterday. Anyhow, loved talking with you. Very deep conversation for it being one AM.
Love always,
Vickey
P.S. As Sara says, "Five more sleeps"! Only five more days!
It's nearing midnight. What am I doing up you might ask? I have school in the morning, you remind me. Well, maybe it's that I'm a Pisces or female or both (well I am both but maybe I'm up because of one or the other or both) but I'm in a "screw sleep. She needs me more than I need sleep." Yea, I'm up giving advice. I love my friends and I don't mind giving advice but I'm thinking along the lines of "f*** this). I'm stressed and I feel like the world is on my shoulders. Voice helps with more than singing. It taught me how to breathe deeply which helps me relax. So though I still feel an enormous weight on my shoulders, it's somehow a bit easier to deal with. Parta me pities her cuz I'm basically leading her into self-analysis and parta me just wants to help her. She has CF and thinks that makes her worthlss. She's 18 so she doesn't have much longer. :'( She doesn't need to shorten her time even more with suicide as well though. Let's all pray for her, okay? Her name is Ali. Time for bed. I'm much more relaxed now. Thanks for listening.
Love always,
Vickey
Feeling: Ticked-ish
Sorry hun but it's nearly impossible to write this without using your name. I'll try not to use it but, if someone figures it out, it's not my problem. BTW: Names in my blog have NOT been changed. SCREW the guilty. On with the show.....
Ricky's meeting her tonight. At Starbucks. I don't know why I'm pissed about this but I am. She's back to her old self. Yea, she's meeting me for coffee as she said she would but it's not the same, ya know? Yea, we're gonna go with Katie and her friends as well but, I'm probably just scared. Scared that she'll desert me again. And this time, I don't have Liz to turn to. She hasn't done that in a while but she also hasn't dated anyone (esp. someone older) in a while. Time to head to Starbucks. I'll let ya know....
Feeling: Chillin'
Starbucks was great. Lindz, Katie, Megan, and I walked there. Brian, Tiffany, and whatsherface joined us and Brian threw his coat at Lindz. Somehow, I wound up carrying it. Anyhow, got to Starbucks and met Ricky. Blahblahblah laughter fun. When Peter walked in, I tipped back my cocoa and said, "I so wish this had alcohol in it." Ricky was the only one to hear that and he said, "I could make that happen." Don't worry. He didn't. I didn't let him. Blah blah. He drove me home. Dad flipped. Hahaha. I'm mean, I know. Blahblah. Packed for Gramma's and spent the weekend there. So blah blah blah and today. Yea....
Love always,
Vickey
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Okay, could someone very very computer/ftp/blog literate please tell me EXACTLY how to do this? I have the photos in a folder in My Documents but I can't get 'em into My FTP Space. One of 'em is supposedly in there but neither of my photos will load onto here. AHHHHH! If anyone can help, I will absolutely love you forever and ever. Until then, I do know how to upload these pictures..... but of course AOL hates me and won't let me load any of them. ROAR! V. frustrated. V. sleep deprived. I'm going to take a nap before I do my homework. Maybe then I can trouble shoot this crap. Oh, before my nap (which I haven't taken one since last New Year's Day), I'm going to up the entries I've already got written up in here. Enjoy 'em.
Love always,
Vickey
Got this from Promise who got it from What can you do? who got it from MY THOUGHTS AND MY MEMORIES who got it from the original site at Dear Santa.
Before you read this, go do it, kay? It's like MadLibs, you gotta do it before ya read it. When you're done doing it, read this....
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Lindz's Christmas party. It was Liz who spiked the punch with too much Cafe mocha with a splash of vodka. I can't help it if I drank 14 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
I thought it was funny when I put Jon (see, I can heal enough to use his name)'s hot pink robe on my head and danced the Cha-cha slide on the Chaise while singing `Private Malone'. I didn't mean to break Lindz's IPod and don't know why Lindz would sue me for indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Dillon (not exactly friend but youth leader was as close as I could get)'s wife a hot horse---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Cristen (once again, youth leader is as close as I can get)'s husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that brownies (like the ones I just ate).
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my 1966 red convertible corvette, BABY! through my neighbor's bedroom (ooh la la). I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sexy (sorry, bad mind at the moment) sheep and have me arrested for breaking and entering!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all another one? fine. handsome and MY GOODNESS! green. And I'm really not to blame for any of this HOLY CRAP! red stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and teasingly yours,
Vickey (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 21 bucks!
If you like chocolate (as I know most of you do at least part of the month), you'll love this.... justification for eating that piece (or twelve... or twenty.... or a thousand hehe ^_^).....
Can't eat Beef, Mad cow....
I can't take credit for any ofthose little people but, I'm not sure where they're from. If I'm in violation of any laws, opps! I'll remove 'em but until then, enjoy!
Love always,