still neglectful

What can I say? Things are still very busy. Here and here are a bit of what we've been up to. Regular posts soon. I promise.

feeling: tired
watching: Extreme Makeover Home Edition
what I should be doing instead of blogging: getting ready for the week

video iPod

I feel like I've been neglecting my page and bloggy friends' pages. I've just been so busy this week. You know how that goes. I wanted to make a quick post, though, to tell you that I want one of these. Isn't that nice?!?!?! I love my iPod now and still use it everyday. I think I'd never stop using this one. There are shows I'm always missing or don't have time to watch. This way, I could watch them anywhere. I hope Santa Claus is reading this . . . .

feeling: busy
listening to: Coldplay (Speed of Sound)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: rewashing clothes with a chocolate stain

tag, I'm it

Ani tagged me. Here are my answers. . . .

7 things to do before I die

1. See my kids successful at whatever they do.

2. Travel more

3. Finish school

4. Look incredibly hot. (Shallow, I know, but I'd really like this)

5. Meet U2

6. Write a book

7. learn to design web pages

7 things I cannot do

1. Cook like my grandma

2. Pass a mirror without looking into it

3. Keep this house looking neat (TOYS, COMPUTER STUFF and MORE TOYS)

4. Over-analyze what people say

5. Stop eating hot Cheetos

6. Go somewhere looking frumpy.

7. Stop picking at my hair (checking for split ends and such)

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. Nose (I know that's weird but it's the first thing I look at)

2. Hair: This was like in high school and college. I liked the skater/surfer hair style. The boys I knew then that wore their hair like that are grown now and no longer have the same style, obviously. I still like that look, though, like in old pictures or movies.

3. Sense of humor

4. Hands. I like strong hands

5. Arms. I don't like big muscular arms but strong and defined

6. Intelligence

7. Conceipt/swagger/confidence <---- Yeah, a little confidence goes a long way

7 things I say most often

1. Something using "fist" or "punch": I'm pretty small, like short and I think it's funny to always be saying that I'm going to punch someone. I do this WAY TOO much. I'm always saying things like "How would you like my fist in your face?" or " I'll punch your face" This is playing around, of course, but I still say it quite often. Not at my kids or strangers, but I still manage to say it a whole lot. EVERY single time I talk to my brother, a lot to Rodrigo or while talking about someone that got me mad.

2. You love me/ You hate me: Depending on whether I like something or not, the person either loves me or hates me. At work they know I say this so now if I'm to do something not so fun they'll tell me "I don't hate you but . . . . "

3. No, Alec. No, Alec. No, Alec. (while running to him)

4. Hey, Rodrigo . . . .

5. A ver aqui: This one is quite dirty but funny. It requires a long explanation, so I'll just pass.

6. Brianna, please. . . .

7. Callese (shut up) again, not to the kids, but a lot.

7 Celebrity crushes

1. Johnny Depp

2. Ralph Feinnes

3. Rivers Cuomo (from Weezer)

4. Colin Firth

5. Hugh Grant

These two were my all-time hugest crushes

6. John Kennedy Jr.

7. River Phoenix

7 people I want to do this

1. Jenn

2. Michelle

3. Wyn

4. Margie

5. Giao

6. Alex

7. Vanessa


feeling: HAPPY! Rodrigo showed up with a U2 surprise for me today!!!!!!!!!!!!
listening to: U2 (Yahweh)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: putting Brianna to bed

U2 Edition

I hate to complain about free services but I was upset that Haloscan wasn't working for a while. Blogger was really slow too. Who knows, maybe it was just my computer.

So, anyway, if anyone out there is as much a U2 fan as I am (hint, hint, Ani) be sure to watch Conan O'Brien tonight. It will be a special U2 edition. I can't wait. I love Conan's humor and U2 is my all-time FAVORITE band. This is going to be good.

I only have a little while before I have to head out, but, wow, yesterday was a busy celebrity gossip day. Lindsay can't drive, Jessica & Nick are splitting up (again) then they're not, Tom & Katie are having a baby, Britney and her leech made a Paris style tape WHILE she was pregnant, Kaballah people are trying to recruit Oprah, all sorts of stuff. Anyway, I have to go now. . . .

feeling: busy!
listening to: Pixies (Alec Eiffel)
what I should be doing instead of blogging: leaving already!

my son Rodrigo

We were at a store last weekend and there were samples being passed out all over the place. I don't usually like to get the free samples because then I feel obligated to buy the stuff. Anyway. . . . .a lady was passing out little tea samples. I walked past her quickly to not get hounded but Rodrigo stopped. He sampled the tea, liked it and picked up a case. The lady then asked him if he wanted to take one for his mom. Rodrigo asked, "Who?", thinking that this lady knew his mom. (This is all according to Rodrigo, mind you) The lady then said "For your mom. Aren't you with your mom?" Rodrigo started laughing, explained that I was not his mom and ran over to rub it in to me. At first I didn't believe it but he insists she really said that. My only theory is that she didn't get a good look at me. I DO NOT look like I could be Rodrigo's mom. In fact, I tell him I think he looks older than me. Now he has this to show off about, though. Ugh! Crazy lady. We are the same age with Rodrigo just two months older than me. So, now I've been checking for wrinkles and wondering what would ever give anyone the idea that I could have a son in his late 20's. ARGH!

Ok, there are very few pics but if you're curious, go here.

feeling: OLD
watching: The Tonight Show
what I should be doing instead of blogging: getting ready for bed

i'm dumb at work too

There's a man that's one of our "regulars" at the bank. He goes at least twice a week. He's a doctor and I don't know where I got the idea that he was a dentist. I've thought that for about a year. The thing is that he has pretty bad teeth. The last time he went. . . .

me: I'd never go to that Dr. (insert his name here)
co-worker: Why not?
me: How good a dentist could he be and still have teeth that look like that?
co-worker: He's not a dentist
me: He's not?
co-worker: No, he's an eye doctor.
me: Really? I wonder who told me he was a dentist. (I stay quiet for a while) Well, I'd still never go to him.
co-worker: Why not?
me: He must not be a good optometrist if he can't see how bad his teeth are.
Co-worker and I both laugh. We're rotten people.

The other day I had some money from a deposit. I kept smelling something really good and was surprised to find out that it was the money. There was quite a stack of bills and they all smelled really good. Most of the money that smells in a deposit isn't too pleasant usually coming from bars. I asked my co-worker to come over and had her sniff the money as well.

co-worker: Wow. That smells really good
me: Doesn't it? I was surprised.
co-worker: (after smelling it again) It smells sort of like detergent
me: Yeah, like gain fabric softener
co-worker: Yeah!
me: Maybe they're "money launderers".
co-worker and me: Bwah! Ha! Ha!

Oh, and if you're wondering, the lady that made the deposit was no longer there and I wasn't at the bank lobby. She would've thought we were crazy to be smelling her money.

feeling: much better!
listening to: my crazy kids
what I should be doing instead of blogging: picking up toys