I read a book the other day called 100 Truths. In it the protagonist is a compulsive liar and is tasked by her mother to write 100 true things in a notebook while on a visit to her grandparents.
It got me thinking, do I know 100 true things? I am not sure, but I think I am going to give it a go.
Anyone care to join me in a mission to find 100 truths?
Embarking on a path of discovery,
Gabbi
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Fear
So, we had a potluck at work and I thought what a great thing to blog about. Like the dos and don'ts of potlucks, that type of thing. For example:
1. Surreptitiously scope out WHO brought WHAT
No one wants to eat food from the weirdo cat lady who you just know let her cats lick the spoon; or the person whose family is chronically sick with runny noses and diarrhea; or the one who smells like cow poop. OR the one who reads magazines while they are in the public bathroom. Weird.
But then, I realized that could be offensive. And someone at work could think I was writing about them, which I wasn't. Just observations. So, I didn't write it. Or did I???
Hmmm, how many times has fear held me back from writing things that are truly hysterical??? Oh well, guess we will never know.
I did have one faux pas at the potluck. I came up to a threesome of crockpots boasting the fixins for chow mein. News of chow mein had spread through the office fast and even though it was at the end of the buffet line, I made sure I had enough room for a healthy serving. Who does not love chowmein???
I approach the famed crockpots, scoop some white rice from the first one, plop some crunchy chow mein noodles from the second pot. Other approached and I peered over the lid into the third crock pot. MUSHROOMS?!?!? WHO THE HELL PUTS MUSHROOMS IN CHOWMEIN?!?!?! DAMMIT! I am already committed to taking some "chow mein", which is really not chowmein but mushroom mushy mushness. ICK! I took the teeniset spoon and begrudgingly wrecked my rice and chow mein noodles under the watchful eye of the other partakers of the "faux chow mein". So dissappointing. Mushrooms got scraped to the side of the plate and the remains were pitiful.
Lesson to be learned: Look in all the pots before you scoop!
Hatin' on mushrooms,
Gabbi
1. Surreptitiously scope out WHO brought WHAT
No one wants to eat food from the weirdo cat lady who you just know let her cats lick the spoon; or the person whose family is chronically sick with runny noses and diarrhea; or the one who smells like cow poop. OR the one who reads magazines while they are in the public bathroom. Weird.
But then, I realized that could be offensive. And someone at work could think I was writing about them, which I wasn't. Just observations. So, I didn't write it. Or did I???
Hmmm, how many times has fear held me back from writing things that are truly hysterical??? Oh well, guess we will never know.
I did have one faux pas at the potluck. I came up to a threesome of crockpots boasting the fixins for chow mein. News of chow mein had spread through the office fast and even though it was at the end of the buffet line, I made sure I had enough room for a healthy serving. Who does not love chowmein???
I approach the famed crockpots, scoop some white rice from the first one, plop some crunchy chow mein noodles from the second pot. Other approached and I peered over the lid into the third crock pot. MUSHROOMS?!?!? WHO THE HELL PUTS MUSHROOMS IN CHOWMEIN?!?!?! DAMMIT! I am already committed to taking some "chow mein", which is really not chowmein but mushroom mushy mushness. ICK! I took the teeniset spoon and begrudgingly wrecked my rice and chow mein noodles under the watchful eye of the other partakers of the "faux chow mein". So dissappointing. Mushrooms got scraped to the side of the plate and the remains were pitiful.
Lesson to be learned: Look in all the pots before you scoop!
Hatin' on mushrooms,
Gabbi
Friday, February 20, 2009
Adventure FOUND
I found an adventure that is not going to permanently mar my body or add any additional holes.
ROLLER DERBY!
I have been talking about going to see Roller Derby for 2 stinkin' years now. Last night, I had a dream about it, so Feb. 28th, I will be at Roy Wilkins Auditorium with Grace enjoyin' me some Roller Derby!!!
Elbowing and crushing bones,
Gabbi
ROLLER DERBY!
I have been talking about going to see Roller Derby for 2 stinkin' years now. Last night, I had a dream about it, so Feb. 28th, I will be at Roy Wilkins Auditorium with Grace enjoyin' me some Roller Derby!!!
Elbowing and crushing bones,
Gabbi
Got the itch....NO! Not that kind of itch
I have the itch for an adventure....oh no!
You know what happens then, a not very well thought out something or other.
Could a nose ring be in my future...
Considering a new hole,
Gabbi
P.S. You can just give my sis a few drinkies and she will tell you other unmentionable holes I have put in my body. But she ain't cheap, it will cost you about $4.00 worth of beer.
You know what happens then, a not very well thought out something or other.
Could a nose ring be in my future...
Considering a new hole,
Gabbi
P.S. You can just give my sis a few drinkies and she will tell you other unmentionable holes I have put in my body. But she ain't cheap, it will cost you about $4.00 worth of beer.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wrung out like an old dirty dish rag
That is how I have felt lately, and I apologize to the few cool people who regularly read my blog and have been disappointed as of late.
Sometimes you just have to honor the fact that you have nothing productive to say. Thumper's mother said it best "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Well, I said nothing at all.
But, now I bought a new shirt, okay 2, a new nail polish, okay 2, and a new item of jewlery, ok 2, and I am feeling much better. I bought some awesome nail polish colors and I cannot wait to get home and go through the terrible dilemna of having to decide which one to use. Ahh, the tough choices in life.
It also helps that my period came and the raging beast of PMS has been soothed for another 20 something days.
It was Sam's birthday, the big 2. Everyday I am amazed and amused by that boy. I am so in love.
We had a TON of people at our house. It was great and I had the classic well timed meltdown BEFORE people got there. Apparently, it is common knowledge in my family that I have a meltdown at some point before during or after a gathering at my house. Really? For Really REAL? I guess I did not realize that about myself. Oh well, at least they know me and usually love me anyways. But this time, it was not my fault. I had really bad PMS, the kind that cannot be cured with chocolae OR alcohol, and Ted was being an aggravator. Hard Core! He was following me really closely behind, and then mimicking everything I said. now even a sane person not suffering from the ravages of PMS can only take that kind of harassment for so long. I broke quickly and violently. Let's just say I grabbed a train track smacked Ted a few times with it (his laughter just angered me more) snatched up the car keys and ran out of the house sobbing.
I WENT TO MY MOMMIES!
My mommy offered to slap him across the face for me. I declined. See, I am not all crazy. I cried for a few more minutes and then pulled my shit together and texted Ted a big "FU". I am a classy dame. But, i felt better and carried on and had a great party at my house.
Ted made up for his aggravating ways later...I love that guy.
Sam had a blast at the party. It was super funny when Great Aunt Marcia pretended to karate chop Grandma Debbie. Sam thought it was real and got hysterical. It was funny in a mean way, but still funny. Poor Marcia.
FYI, the coloring on the walls has not stopped, it has intensified. I am not quite sure what to do about that. Seriously, chalk, crayon, pencil, you name it is on my walls. Sam vehemently swears "Gwacie did it." Then he shakes his head with disapproval at Gwacie's naughty ways. Little stinker. When do they learn to lie? Must be around 2....HA HA HA
Back to the Grind,
Gabbi
Sometimes you just have to honor the fact that you have nothing productive to say. Thumper's mother said it best "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Well, I said nothing at all.
But, now I bought a new shirt, okay 2, a new nail polish, okay 2, and a new item of jewlery, ok 2, and I am feeling much better. I bought some awesome nail polish colors and I cannot wait to get home and go through the terrible dilemna of having to decide which one to use. Ahh, the tough choices in life.
It also helps that my period came and the raging beast of PMS has been soothed for another 20 something days.
It was Sam's birthday, the big 2. Everyday I am amazed and amused by that boy. I am so in love.
We had a TON of people at our house. It was great and I had the classic well timed meltdown BEFORE people got there. Apparently, it is common knowledge in my family that I have a meltdown at some point before during or after a gathering at my house. Really? For Really REAL? I guess I did not realize that about myself. Oh well, at least they know me and usually love me anyways. But this time, it was not my fault. I had really bad PMS, the kind that cannot be cured with chocolae OR alcohol, and Ted was being an aggravator. Hard Core! He was following me really closely behind, and then mimicking everything I said. now even a sane person not suffering from the ravages of PMS can only take that kind of harassment for so long. I broke quickly and violently. Let's just say I grabbed a train track smacked Ted a few times with it (his laughter just angered me more) snatched up the car keys and ran out of the house sobbing.
I WENT TO MY MOMMIES!
My mommy offered to slap him across the face for me. I declined. See, I am not all crazy. I cried for a few more minutes and then pulled my shit together and texted Ted a big "FU". I am a classy dame. But, i felt better and carried on and had a great party at my house.
Ted made up for his aggravating ways later...I love that guy.
Sam had a blast at the party. It was super funny when Great Aunt Marcia pretended to karate chop Grandma Debbie. Sam thought it was real and got hysterical. It was funny in a mean way, but still funny. Poor Marcia.
FYI, the coloring on the walls has not stopped, it has intensified. I am not quite sure what to do about that. Seriously, chalk, crayon, pencil, you name it is on my walls. Sam vehemently swears "Gwacie did it." Then he shakes his head with disapproval at Gwacie's naughty ways. Little stinker. When do they learn to lie? Must be around 2....HA HA HA
Back to the Grind,
Gabbi
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Chinese Food Theory
So, you know the theory that an hour after you eat chinese food you are hungry again? Well, I think the same can be true of vegetables.
Lunch took place at 12:15. Lunch consisted of a baggie of carrots, celery and cucumbers some ranch dip and a sandwich on a sourdough roll. Great, right? Well, it is 1.5 hours later and my stomach is growling.
The vegetables have betrayed me. Thankfully I am feeling bitchy and am unwilling to give in to the grumblings from my belly.
Yes, I have drank lots of water, yes, I had a good breakfast...blah blah blah.
Ok, this is only day two of watching my calories and I am already whining. Sad state of affairs.
I am proud to say that yesterday I ate within my allotted number of calories and I ate lots of fruits and veggies. It was even a day of balanced eating. So proud. I think I might be a little skinnier.
Now to get through today.
Not ready for the Biggest Loser ranch quite yet,
Gabbi
Lunch took place at 12:15. Lunch consisted of a baggie of carrots, celery and cucumbers some ranch dip and a sandwich on a sourdough roll. Great, right? Well, it is 1.5 hours later and my stomach is growling.
The vegetables have betrayed me. Thankfully I am feeling bitchy and am unwilling to give in to the grumblings from my belly.
Yes, I have drank lots of water, yes, I had a good breakfast...blah blah blah.
Ok, this is only day two of watching my calories and I am already whining. Sad state of affairs.
I am proud to say that yesterday I ate within my allotted number of calories and I ate lots of fruits and veggies. It was even a day of balanced eating. So proud. I think I might be a little skinnier.
Now to get through today.
Not ready for the Biggest Loser ranch quite yet,
Gabbi
Monday, February 9, 2009
Lump on a Log
That is my new name...Lump on a Log. LOL for short...lol
Lately, I have been so exhausted. Feels like I cannot get enough sleep even though I am sleeping well and straight through the night on most nights. Yesterday I barely picked up the kitchen and the living room. Areas of both of them looked good, but not the whole of either room.
I have to get it in gear because Sam's birthday party is on Sunday. As in, 6 days away on Sunday. Ted's mom is coming and his aunt and all kinds of other people. I need to get my house in order! Thankfully, I have Wednesday off, but I am afraid that Wednesday will come and I will just fritter away the day. Will have to be sure to not have any new books in the house. If there is a new book in the house to read, you will find me on the couch with my kleenex and water reading all day. Well, Sam will be home, so it wouldn't be ALL DAY. No way is my almost 2 year old letting me get away with those type of shenanigans.
I am pretty sure I have exhaustion brought on by not moving my butt. Yep, laziness begets laziness. So, today all my laziness ends. I started a new diet of watching my calories and drinking 84 ounces of water a day and the laziness needs to go out the window.
Consider it done. Bye bye laziness and big butt. See ya'
A Whole New WOman,
Gabbi
Lately, I have been so exhausted. Feels like I cannot get enough sleep even though I am sleeping well and straight through the night on most nights. Yesterday I barely picked up the kitchen and the living room. Areas of both of them looked good, but not the whole of either room.
I have to get it in gear because Sam's birthday party is on Sunday. As in, 6 days away on Sunday. Ted's mom is coming and his aunt and all kinds of other people. I need to get my house in order! Thankfully, I have Wednesday off, but I am afraid that Wednesday will come and I will just fritter away the day. Will have to be sure to not have any new books in the house. If there is a new book in the house to read, you will find me on the couch with my kleenex and water reading all day. Well, Sam will be home, so it wouldn't be ALL DAY. No way is my almost 2 year old letting me get away with those type of shenanigans.
I am pretty sure I have exhaustion brought on by not moving my butt. Yep, laziness begets laziness. So, today all my laziness ends. I started a new diet of watching my calories and drinking 84 ounces of water a day and the laziness needs to go out the window.
Consider it done. Bye bye laziness and big butt. See ya'
A Whole New WOman,
Gabbi
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What a beautiful family....
How d'ya like them apples? Sam and Uncle Cody
"Well what do you do with crayons?"
See what to much caffeine will do to a mama?
"ZZZZZZZ...snort...snort....ZZZZZZZZ"
The lovely Miss Grace
So proud,
Gabbi
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Difficult concept, for me anyways
Group last night did not suck. It did force me to accept the fact that money, God and church are topics when discussed individually are kind of ok, but putting them all together, DANGER ZONE.
The conversation was had that everything we have is God's, including our money. And hwo would God want us to spend our money. Oh crap, does this mean I cannot get that big TV for our bedroom that I worked so hard for last month? Well, I am getting it anyways, so why shouldn't the guilt start now? Seriously, this is so hard for me to wrap my brain around. but I realize the whole church/God/money thing has kept me from church for a really long time.
I believe in a prior post I shared that I really wanted to join a small group but the focus was on managing our finances God's way and I was like "Uhhhh, no way. Not going to do that one. I don't need to be talkin' money and God together." So, I did the safe thing and signed up for a women's study on finding contentment, way more my speed, and who couldn't use some contentment? Apparently, no one needs contentment except me and one other lady at church because we are the only ones who signed up. Contentment was cancelled.
*SIGH*
Fine, God, I hear you. I will take the stupid finances class. UGH!
To God, I am still the rebellious teenager, all eye rolling, huffy giving and door slamming. Good times for Him (or Her, whatever).
Ultimately, since this is an issue that has kept me away from church, I need to deal with this. I need to wrap my brain around it and find a comfortable spot for myself. Even without God, I have issues with money. I am not a great money manager, heck, I have to work really hard to not get overdraft charges on my checking account. I am really good at budgeting, just not great at sticking with the budget.
Personal Truth: Money holds a lot of shame for me.
There, I said it. I am shameful of how I manage/mis-manage my finances. It is a constant learning process for me. I do believe that God has brought me good people in my life to help guide me on this path and for that I am thankful.
There are no overnight changes, just a process of learning and trying, failing and then trying some more. The one thing I appreciate about myself is that no matter how many times I fail, I always manage to get back up and keep trying.
Working through my issues,
Gabbi
The conversation was had that everything we have is God's, including our money. And hwo would God want us to spend our money. Oh crap, does this mean I cannot get that big TV for our bedroom that I worked so hard for last month? Well, I am getting it anyways, so why shouldn't the guilt start now? Seriously, this is so hard for me to wrap my brain around. but I realize the whole church/God/money thing has kept me from church for a really long time.
I believe in a prior post I shared that I really wanted to join a small group but the focus was on managing our finances God's way and I was like "Uhhhh, no way. Not going to do that one. I don't need to be talkin' money and God together." So, I did the safe thing and signed up for a women's study on finding contentment, way more my speed, and who couldn't use some contentment? Apparently, no one needs contentment except me and one other lady at church because we are the only ones who signed up. Contentment was cancelled.
*SIGH*
Fine, God, I hear you. I will take the stupid finances class. UGH!
To God, I am still the rebellious teenager, all eye rolling, huffy giving and door slamming. Good times for Him (or Her, whatever).
Ultimately, since this is an issue that has kept me away from church, I need to deal with this. I need to wrap my brain around it and find a comfortable spot for myself. Even without God, I have issues with money. I am not a great money manager, heck, I have to work really hard to not get overdraft charges on my checking account. I am really good at budgeting, just not great at sticking with the budget.
Personal Truth: Money holds a lot of shame for me.
There, I said it. I am shameful of how I manage/mis-manage my finances. It is a constant learning process for me. I do believe that God has brought me good people in my life to help guide me on this path and for that I am thankful.
There are no overnight changes, just a process of learning and trying, failing and then trying some more. The one thing I appreciate about myself is that no matter how many times I fail, I always manage to get back up and keep trying.
Working through my issues,
Gabbi
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Confessions
I re-use baggies. Today, I packed my sandwich in a baggie I have used twice before. After I removed my sandwich and ate it, I folded the baggie up and put it neatly into my lunch bag to be used again tomorrow.
I even make Grace re-use baggies and she does not even know it. because sometimes, I use two baggies for my lunch, one for a sandwich and one for some crackers or some other gnoshy tidbit. And so the next day I use my "extra" baggie in Grace's lunch and she is non the wiser.
My grandmother used to save and re-use tinfoil, and I thought that was just plain odd. Now, I am thinking, "That's a damn good idea." But, i am not to that point yet. Plus, if I saved it, then I would have to have a place for it in my house, other than my cute lunch bag, and then others would know and I would be fair game for merciless teasing. My sensitive psyche could not handle that at the moment.
Moving on from confessions....
Tonight is my first small group meeting through church. I hope it does not suck. Well, I guess that part is a confession, hoping it does not suck. I also hope I don't cry. As you know, I am an avid crier, ususally at really inconvenient times and then I have to say things like "I have allergies and my eyes water." or "I just sneezed." or "I just yawned." or "I must have gotten something in my eye." because to confess that I am crying will just open the floodgates, and please PLEASE do not give me any sympathy, no hugs, no pouty lip, no sad eyes, because that will just make me cry more. As a matter of fact, be mean to me. Slap me. Push me down. Give me something to REALLY cry about.
Back to confessions....
My feet smell and I am nervous to go to small group because what if I have to take my shoes off and my feet smell. I don't know these people, that would be awkward. The feet are getting washed before I leave the house. I have some smelly lotion I could put on them and so instead of stinking when I take my shoes off it will smell like Warm Brown Sugar, or Moonlight Path maybe Sweet Pea. you never know with me, I am a wild card when it comes to the variety pack of lotions from bath and Body Works. No Black Amethyst though, because I am out, and that was my favorite.
Smelling good,
Gabbi
I even make Grace re-use baggies and she does not even know it. because sometimes, I use two baggies for my lunch, one for a sandwich and one for some crackers or some other gnoshy tidbit. And so the next day I use my "extra" baggie in Grace's lunch and she is non the wiser.
My grandmother used to save and re-use tinfoil, and I thought that was just plain odd. Now, I am thinking, "That's a damn good idea." But, i am not to that point yet. Plus, if I saved it, then I would have to have a place for it in my house, other than my cute lunch bag, and then others would know and I would be fair game for merciless teasing. My sensitive psyche could not handle that at the moment.
Moving on from confessions....
Tonight is my first small group meeting through church. I hope it does not suck. Well, I guess that part is a confession, hoping it does not suck. I also hope I don't cry. As you know, I am an avid crier, ususally at really inconvenient times and then I have to say things like "I have allergies and my eyes water." or "I just sneezed." or "I just yawned." or "I must have gotten something in my eye." because to confess that I am crying will just open the floodgates, and please PLEASE do not give me any sympathy, no hugs, no pouty lip, no sad eyes, because that will just make me cry more. As a matter of fact, be mean to me. Slap me. Push me down. Give me something to REALLY cry about.
Back to confessions....
My feet smell and I am nervous to go to small group because what if I have to take my shoes off and my feet smell. I don't know these people, that would be awkward. The feet are getting washed before I leave the house. I have some smelly lotion I could put on them and so instead of stinking when I take my shoes off it will smell like Warm Brown Sugar, or Moonlight Path maybe Sweet Pea. you never know with me, I am a wild card when it comes to the variety pack of lotions from bath and Body Works. No Black Amethyst though, because I am out, and that was my favorite.
Smelling good,
Gabbi
Monday, February 2, 2009
Let's Try Something NEW! Sorry for the delay
Last Wednesday was open mic night at The Hot Spot Coffee House in River Falls. Grace had her first open mic experience. That girl blew me away. She brought a book she wrote called "Ten Little Snowflakes".
It is a pretty humorous little story, even if I am biased due to the fact that I birthed her...anyways, Grace signed up to share her story.
When it was time for her to go on stage, I was amazed at how casual she was. She sauntered up to the mic said a few words to test the microphone, adjusted the height. And she was off! Okay, I don't know about anyone else, but I am seriously intimidated by microphones. Amplifying my own voice is a frightening thing to me. Not to Grace, because she was like a professional reading her story and making eye contact with her audience.
Grace and Rena Papa Joe and Mikey
Grace and I Grace and Rena being silly
Hot chocolate for Grace, a Chai Tea for me, and a scone to share.
It was great. My sister Randi, my niece Rena, my nephew Michael and Papa Joe were all there to lend support.
Left to Right: Rena, Grace, Randi, Michael and Papa Joe
Unfortunately, bed time snuck up to quickly and Randi did not get to share her poem. There is always this week.
Amazed at the talent in our family,
Gabbi
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