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

Ok, to squash the pressure to write something exciting in my blog, which I've abandoned for the past couple of months, I'll just point out some of my life's haps and leave it at that. No pressure, just blurbs, si? So, I ran my 2nd half marathon last weekend! Woot! We took a poor man's Anniversary trip to San Antonio and it happened to coincide w/my race so it was a win/win. We were hoping to make it back to Cabos for a long weekend but the funds didn't agree with our hopes so instead, we surrounded ourselves with a few more Latinos than usual. Compromise! My race was like butter and I high fived about 27 people along the way because they held their hands out and looked me in the eye excitedly. Please note that if you hold your hand out and look me in the eye with excitement, this is now what I will do in response. I used to be annoyed by high fives. Now they make me laugh so I participate. Maybe it's a phase. Point is, yay to my money race and the pics to pro...

Let's see, where to start on the ketching up. So, a couple of weeks ago, my vehicle was 'stolen' by a group of drunken chickies from the Warehouse District valet service. The valet service was mostly to blame as they just gave a vehicle away to a bunch of drunkies who described a dark colored Jeep Cherokee and squealed that they lost their keys, so what does the Valet dude do? He says 'no prob' and goes to search the parked vehicles for one that matches their description. He gives them my vehicle, I watch in dismay (I clearly should have thrown my body in front of the vehicle and stopped this but I was doubtful that it could be my vehicle that was being given away and I was also in part shock) and when the car takes off down the street and I look to see it was in fact my license plate, I shook my head and tap said valet dude's shoulder and tell him he just gave my vehicle away. His eyes pop wide and he throws me his phone to call the cops. Oh. Ok. I call the ...

Ok, to follow Harms' lead here, I'm going to at least post every Monday if not more often. I've sucked at this lately and mostly it's because I've been completely whiney and a big baby about having to work hard at my new job. I've whined like I get paid for it for the past few weeks! Poor Jems and Cowboy have put up with my crankiness on overdrive, my complaints of constant headaches and not wanting to talk at all after work. I need to get over myself and get over this shift in energy. When it comes down to it, I'm thankful for this new job and the pay and that it supports us at a time when times are really freaking tough. Cowboy and I have found ourselves in such reverse roles when it comes to income and he's been trying to hold his end up in regards to attitude and positive vibes. I've just been... a baby. But, in my defense, I'm really not used to working this fucking hard. I cuss because I mean it. Trust. So, aside from work, what...

I'd write some but I tired. The Bug kept me up till 4 last night/this morning and I had to wakey wakey, eggs and bakey for the work at like 6:30. Insanity. Fun is had, pictures is taken, talking is 'a done plentifully, Wii'ing was done, brain freezes was had, puppies coveted and giggles is had. We has movie to watch now so I'm off to go watch cheesy lil comedy. Yay!

I'm giddy!!! See, I was super surprised this evening when my tired bones got home from work and ... and... See, I got home (after talking to Harms on my drive home for entertainment and perking up) and I sat on the kitchen counter to talk to Cowboy and Jems about my day and this and that and tell them how hard I'm being worked and some other Wah''s in there and... so, then Cowboy's all "ok, so you gonna go check your email before we go to the gym?" and so I shrug and go"yeah... I don't feel like going to the gym... wah", so then I go to my office and I go to sit and there's this great love note that melts me heart which says that I'm special, hard working and all this other totally sweet stuff that made me feel googley and loved and it's attached to this yellow, polka-dotted wrapped box and I rip the wrapping paper off and.... and... This glorious piece of equipment blinded me with it's holy rays that shot out of it's box ...

Dear Blog Diary, So the new job is intense. Way intense. I'm used to managing about 4 or 5 active projects at once and having a few sleeper projects at the same time. Apparently my new employer thought I needed more of a challenge so by day 2, I had 42 projects reassigned to me. Some new that required me to kick each off individually and about 30 or so that were already active and were transitioned [read: edited PM name on project to read Claudia... that's their transitioning] over to me so I had to introduce myself to those customers (I'm not finished w/that step on some yet actually) and get caught up on the haps. Holy Shit. What have I walked into? I mean, is it a challenge and uber stimulating? Yes. Do I want to live to work? No. So, I still have to keep on giving it a fair chance and see if I start getting acclimated to this hustle and bustle or if it ends up making me be a crazy eyed moody person who clings to the good 'ol days of 10 projects tops... On the b...

Tomorrow is my first day at new job ((trying to calm down breath)). Holy crap, I'm going to have to be that new girl again. I haven't been that new girl who shyly looks around from new face to new face and smiling big hoping to make new friends, in almost 10 years. HOLY SHIT! I'm nervous. What do I wear? Do I try to censor myself so that I don't make a bunch of dumb jokes which push the envelope or go with the flow? Will they like me? Hate me? Will the women be like "ugh, new girl probably thinks she's _____"? My huge dilemma is, I have HUGE self esteem issues which I admit are totally based on my obviously being a bit consumed by my self. If I could step back and see past my self then I'd not be so worried about what people thought of me, impressions I make or the lasting effects of my words or lack thereof. Fuck me sideways, I need a respite from my issues for just a week or two so that I can get settled and get past this stage. To ease the blow, ...

This picture would have us believe that flossing is happiness. Maybe I can start believing it too. I went to the dentist yesterday (after not having gone in about 3 years or so) and they told me what I suspected... My mouth is broken. Yep, not having flossed regularly has fucked me up, Ladies and Gentlemen. So, if you take nothing else from this insignificant blog, please let the lesson of daily flossing stick. I HATE flossing. It makes me gums hurt and bleed at times because me choppers are so tightly aligned that by the time I get the floss to push past them, they hit my gums like those wire cheese slicers. (that was a little dramatic but it was for effect, I needed drama. Didn't that also sound kinda dirty or is it just my foul mind?) I went for a filling and came out with a whole slew of expensive visits that I'll need to make in order to clear up some evils inhabiting my mouth. Maybe I should just get my teef removed completely and get a blinged out grill to wear, ...

I've been pretty absent on this blog because my mind's been racing with work decisions and preparing for guest after guest after guest and a big family partay at our place for Cowboy's uncle. Yesterday was the first real day of quiet and non-preparing or entertaining that we've had in a very long time. I didn't shower (don't judge!), I stayed in my PJ's, I embraced my crashing emotions at one point, read some in my current book, watched a bunch of fluff pop television that I'm sure melted a few brain cells and tried remaining as silent as possible. At one point, Jemmy Pie went to work and Cowboy went to the gym and I reveled in the glory of being completely alone for a whole hour. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I did nothing but got a bowl of ice cream and watched more TV. I was finally lifted from my spot on the couch so that I could walk down the block to our mail box with both of the doggies and the hubby. I held strong and went in m...

Monday's are tough for me so not many words are forming correctly in my head yet. I'm waiting for Jemmy Pie to wake up and make a pot of coffee... I'm now spoiled by the cabana boy. Sleepy. Tricia's in my office talking and I'm too sleepy comprehend everything. Why am I so sleepy and what's it going to take to wake up? Tricia just suggested I pop in my Shania CD because 'Man I Feel Like a Woman' will wake me up. It's not working but she's having a blast. Ok, below I've provided some of the photographic fun from the past week with the lil chickies. There's been some touring of downtown Austin, karaoke'ing, card playing, wing attacking, brow tweezing/shaping (they've seen the magic that tweezers can perform, Harms you need to maintain the shape, k?) monkeying around and of course pool time. Not sure what our plan is today but I'm hoping to cut out of work a few hours early to get in some fun. Tonight we'll probably h...

I haven't posted in a while, which I think is because I am playing Mommy/Aunty full time with HarmsMoney's lil ones. I was excited for the girlies to come and fill this house w/their giggles (which try to mask my loud bursts of HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but not quite) and innocence (because, see, we're really heathens) and figured we'd play and just hang out and that was that. I've had them spend nights with me since they were toddlers so I figured this would be even easier because they were older and less maintenance. I had obviously discounted that they were now teenagers and have strong wills. This week, I've been practicing the whole Mommy thing with the twins and it's been a lesson in what kind of parenting Cowboy and I are going to do. Though, because he's not as tight w/the girls as I am, he's held back on some of his Cowboy discipline and has deferred to my judgement on certain situations. There's been a couple sit downs that had to take pla...

Jemmy Pie and monkeys Jemmy wanted me to be Tippy Hedren so I tried to indulge him. Jemmy on the big bull. Such a happy rider, he is. Aww, look how cute he is when he dresses up for an interview! Sell me a car! My Cowboy helping his Pops vaccinate some calves on their ranch. Something about seeing him work on the ranch makes me giddy and teenager'ish. The clan after church last Sunday (Cowboy, his Pops (other one in cowboy hat), Moms, GrandMa, 'Lisey - sister and his uncle peeking out in the back) out in Oklaaaaahoooomaa. Sweet Sweet Jemmy Pie singing and vacuuming. The pic just doesn't capture the moment at all. We suddenly just heard Jems singing at the top of his lungs along to his iPod, oblivious to anything else. It was ever so endearing.

Not you but the company that I've been dating for the past month. They emailed me last night and told me they were going to call me to talk, then called me this morning to .... talk and then finally told me they were making an offer and that they'd email me the offer. The theme of this interview process has been anticipation in full effect. Every step of the way, I've been made to wait for the next sign that they may like me. I've never even had this long drawn out of a process in dating. Usually I knew if he liked me or not and if there was too much doubt, I'd just drop out of the picture because I can't stand the unknown. Some people love that. Not I. So, now it's a process to see what's going on with my company and talk with the Bossman. He knows I've been dating another company but I let him know that it was mostly just to have a back up and see how things play out. So, now we see... Cowboy's family is leaving Austin today. It was a ...

I went in for the last of many dates today w/the first company that I've interviewed with in over 10 years. Today's interviews were 3 separate ones with 3 of the executives, whom were all really very nice and easy to talk to. We ended up going off on various tangents throughout the interviews which made me much more comfortable than talking about my 5 year plan for my career (I want to work, have some fun with who I work with and get paid enough to cover mortgage and have a lil sushi here and there...). They even all said that they felt that I was a great fit (culturally speaking... must be my Bolivian/Colombian background and all my NoVA culture?) and that they looked forward to seeing my face around there. So, that equals an offer, right? I guess I'll know for sure in the next couple days. In the meantime, I'm also in a wait 'n see mode w/my current job. I want all of the cards to be flipped up now so I can see what I'm in for. Cowboy's family's...

So my date went well last night. I think they like me. ((shrug)) I kept waiting for someone to mention the job and if I'm that much closer to getting an offer or if they just wanted to take me out, say I didn't get it but buy me a drink anyways. I gots nothing but chat and getting to know them better, which was cool but I kept feeling like (pardon my crude comparison) I was in the throws of uncomfortable sex where neither knows if the other is about to climax or not and just kinda going through the motions hoping the other will either throw out a white flag or a scream of accomplishment. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing there but just tried going with the flow. By the end of it, I got some big smiles, handshakes and 'so good to see you again!''s but no inkling of if I was getting an offer or not. See what I mean? They ARE dating me. They said they'd be in touch soon. My lower body throbs. I don't think I'll be able to do the lunge port...

Cowboy put a toning routine together for me because I kept complaining about how hard it is for me to develop mus-cals and the weights area in our gym just intimidates me so I avoid it. When we go to the gym, I hit the cardio cinema room and once I finish my cardio, I try to make eye contact with him on the weights floor and jut my head towards the door. Too many men pumping and hunting for fresh meat which makes me way uncomfortable. So, yeah, he put a routine together, consisting of abs on Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays and then an intense (in my opinion) routine on Tuesdays and Thursdays consisting of 5 sets of the following: pushups (10 reps per set for now and girl ones at that) curls (12) shoulder presses (12) Dips (12) Rows (for back?) 12 Lunges (down the hallway from Foyer to kitchen which is 9 lunges each way) I had my first go at this last night. My ass is killing me. Killing. Me. I did a total of about 90 lunges. 90 lunges! Is this normal? Is this too much? Am I just whin...

So the company that I've been interviewing with wants me to come out to meet with the team manager (have already interviewed w/him in the rigorous interviewing process) and his team leads for a happy hour. This would technically be interview 4 with them. At this point, I think I'm dating them and they're masking it behind this 'interview process' charade. They're all pretty cool and friendly and the such but they are really covering every nook and cranny in this process. I'm kinda wondering if I'm inadvertently interviewing for a Top Secret clearance at the same time. 2 eggs / 4 stones? What's more strange is that I don't think this is the last stage in the interview process. What gives? I should tell them that I'm not going to be putting out, no matter how much they offer me. This reminds me of an old job I had and when it was on it's way on the downhill spiral, I tried going to the owner of the company and quitting. He wouldn...

I dominated the world this weekend. What did you do? I did. I crushed at Risk and humbled my Dear Husband and Jemmy Pie as well. Fun for the whole family. A family of... me? We had a pretty relaxing and fun filled weekend, filled with Mexican folklore (I'm really feeling it lately), grilling, winning at any board game brought my way (Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit ( pop culture edition ) and Risk), roaming 'round South Austin, watching Wanted (highly recommend it as a kick ass action flick) and watching the 1st season of the Tudors (lust-filled scenes & old skool royal drama = entertainment for me). All in all, this was a great holiday weekend. Again, I find myself missing my family and friends who I usually get to spend time with on occasions like these but Cowboy and Jemmy Pie did what they could to compensate and keep me laughing (aside for the mean case of 'pre-peaking-as-a-woman' syndrome which hit me hard). A few pics to document the weekend: Dia de Los Muer...