A day (or two or three) in the life of...

I love my Dell Inspiron very much. It's good to me. It's only about a year old (wow, time does fly when... wait, it hasn't been such a fun year though) and has only given me the blue screen of death a few times and that was probably well deserved. Well, the point is, I'm good at typing. Quick and concise in most of my spelling, until lately. My keyboard is apparently on strike, you see? My A key has to be banged at several times in some instances before it produces a visual result for me and the letters on some keys (D and N in particular, E, C, F and L) have deteriorated so that I see just keys w/mybe (see, no a came out there!) just a little bit of white remnant of lettering on them. Well, in a moment of, let's call it not such brilliance, I looked down at my keyboard in panic thinking "OH NO, How m I to know which keys are which for the faded ones? I can't remember which they are for some reason???". Well, apparently it ws not occurring to me to ju...

Among my twisted LSD-like dreams last night, I found myself living in a big beautiful house w/trees in front and many rooms but apparently I lived there alone w/baby Isabella (see below for description of baby Isabella) and my family was visiting me and I was showing them around the house. I had Isabella in my arms but kinda resting on my chest and was going to the oven to check on the water that I was boiling to warm her bottle with and then realized that Isabella was really Quincy (uh, one of my cats). In my dream, I thought, 'oh, no wonder he cries so much, he's really my baby and he's been neglected of the love that human babies need. I'm becoming 'Old Lady Torres', treating my cats as my children? damn. Along those lines, do all women feel betrayed by other women using their baby names, or is it just a select crazy bunch (including me)? Baby Isabella has been in the works (mentally) for close to 10 or so years now. This sounds like a crazy chick thing but a...

It thinks I'm a cyber pRon queen??? (Great, can you imagine the hits I'm going to get w/this post? ay vey). So, I only record Barrera De Amor now on my TIVO and feel like I don't even have time to watch anything else so I don't even accept any of it's suggestions... Well, the randomest thing happened. See, my TIVO sent me a message saying my request for recording 'Oprah:I'm Secretly an Internet Porn Star' had been received and scheduled. I knew it was weird but I must have been in a rush when I read that because I didn't pay it much mind (am i so desensitized to this kinda stuff?). Well, sure enough, right under my group of 'Barrera De Amor' was that one episode of that Oprah show recorded. See, I did not request this to be recorded and I'm the only one who has the account information to log into my TIVO account online and I'm the only one who has access to the TIVO box at home as well. So, how did this happen? My TIVO box blatantly...

Clients coming over to office today. Can't go into detail to describe why I'm scurred but trust that I am. Sweating. Nauseous. If I somehow fell into a short (from1:30 PM till 6 PM?) coma, I'd be spared the pain and suffering. I should be more optimistic perhaps? Legs are crossed and I'm shaking the right foot uncontrollably. Now would be the appropriate time to pretend I don't speak Engrish. I was up late last night, hoping Monday morning would stay as far away as possible, wishing I were gypsy. Mid-life crisis setting in. I'm feeling very defensive for this meeting. I should try to chill out some. Picked the wrong week to stop drinking... again .

So I went running last night (after not having run in about 2.5 weeks if not more) w/a friend and my ego was just checked so strongly, it's ridiculous. The Cowboy (new running partner) was dusting me after about 15 minutes and when I had to stop and walk (yeah, it was that bad), he'd run ahead a distance, come back, circle around me and try to up my pace. Then my ego would take a bruising so I'd start sprinting (at least I'm fast in short distances), revel in my having the lead then stop and keel over and dry heave. So, yeah, it was not pretty. ACK! I felt like such a slow ruser! Mind you, he's like 6'1 or something and his legs are like tree stumps so his one stride was like 4 feverish ones on my part. I was stru_ggling. On the bright side, this should help me out in pushing me harder and upping my stamina and speed, right? As I fell onto my front steps and was coughing, wheezing and halfway in tears, in a mousy high pitched voice, I promised to make him cry li...

Maybe while the jealous lover is driving the car or choking me while I'm driving? I had to take this test (thank you for the temporary distraction from work stress MG)... Your Deadly Sins Envy : 60% Lust : 60% Sloth : 60% Gluttony : 40% Greed : 20% Pride : 20% Wrath : 20% Chance You'll Go to Hell : 40% You will die at the hands of a jealous lover. How ironic. How Sinful Are You?

Ok, Here are my impossible (at the moment but check in w/me a good few years down the road) wants for the moment: The obligatory piece of jewelry and because I hopelessly love sapphires, this is similar (a deeper sapphire though) to the ring I will be buying myself (maybe Xmas time?) because damnit, I deserve it. I never thought I was much of a jewelry girl but I miss the ring, ya know? I want to look down and see something I think is gorgeous (sorry, I'm girly...) and know I bought it for myself and didn't wait for someone else to present me with it. Si? I've heard great things about Tahiti and I want to stay in one of those huts that is literally built on the coast so that you see the the water below you as soon as you come out of your hut door. Ahhh, another vacation. Yes yes and yes. The 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee in black. I love that it's sleek and elegant looking. I love my current one but this one is newer and much prettier. I don't believe in buying bran...

Thank you for being the bestest roomate, faux-hubby, karaoke partner and all around sweety pie in general. Love you like a new shade of lip gloss, my Sweet Jemmy Pie. If you complain about the pic, I will go home and slap you.

I haven't the faintest idea why my hip sockets, glutes and thighs are sore... And I didn't even post the scandalous pics. ((head shake)) My excuse... I was the designated birf'day girl. I need more dancing, more often, more. More. More.

I woke up today, reincarnated as a thick, blonde, 1960's black singer. Must be one of those ' Big ' type switches that I secretly wished for in my dreams. I popped in my Etta James CD this morning on my way to work and I'll just say that, hot damn , when I turn that volume up and let my pipes rip along to Etta's love stricken voice, I can sing. Uh huh, tha's right! It just so happens that it's all gloomy and rainy here and a perfect day for a soulful, blues-y soundtrack. Anyways, I'm uploading it and will make it available (just for today though, else I'd likely be sued or something) to anyone who wants to download some Etta loving. Or, I could just serenade you, either way. Track #3 "If I can't have you" may very well be my favorite though. Makes me get the urge to go all burlesque to the song while I'm screaming out the lyrics right along to the song. Mmm mmm good. "The way you hug me... the way you squeeze me... the way y...

Lately, I've been having these constant visuals running through my mind (actually, mostly just at times of frustration) of slapping people. I get specific faces in my mind most of the times that I'm fantasizing about putting down the smack down on someone but sometimes, it's just the thought of me smacking a random person. What is up w/that? I'm having aggression problems, perhaps? Everyone around me knows that I'm not an outwardly aggressive person and that I avoid conflict like the plague but in my fantasies, I confront people left and right and smack them w/all my might. This may be something to watch out for... I'm just saying, duck (or put up a strong arm block) if you see a funny look coming over my face. So, I have a new dream. I may need a partner in starting to pursue this though. This is a dream involving hip gyrations, fierce and concise movements, sweating and maintaining a very sultry demeanor. I want to become a competitive salsa dancer. Mmm Hmmm, ...

We dined on the finest cuisines the resort had to offer... The help was very friendly and accomodating (Francisco and I have already named our future children). Pool bar rocked. To swim to the bar and back-stroke back with one hand (since other is holding fruity beverage of choice) to 'island' in the middle of the pool to sunbathe... All I can say is "ahhh ((hiccup))". p.s. - I'm really not as drunky as I look, I just didn't have sunglasses and the ones I bought (for $40 at resort shop, were lost before I even got a chance to wear them for over an hour so the sun... in eyes... right, you get the gist. The tongue hanging out of the mouth... no explanation for that at the moment. The other guests were slobs and had no concept of 'dress properly' for the formal restaurants on the resorts, hence, Mikey and I ended up looking like either the entertainment (think: featured dancers) of the resort or snobby tourists (we scowled and shook our head disapproving...