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

Thirty ((cough)) years ago (tomorrow), my bestest friend was brought into this world. This blinding ray of sunshine has changed every life she's crossed paths with. She cares for EVERYONE and once she has you're back, you best believe she'll stop a punch dead in the air from hitting your face if she's anywhere in a 20 mile radius. I know because she stopped one for me (I meant 'ahhhh', not 'errrrr') and has had my back for about 15 years now. Never, can anyone else, make one feel so supported and loved as this Blinding Ray of Sunshine manages to do. Her heart is HUGE. Seriously, I've never seen anyone love as much and as hard as she does and she expects nothing in return (I mean, maybe a b'day cake but that's totally not asking for much!) and just continues to give. 15 years ago HarmsMoney changed my life for the better and tapped into a part of me that needed tapping. :-) Not to mention, she brought two of my favorite little ones into...

I hadn't gotten a zit since last year and when I get one now, it's a doozey. I look like an elf w/an attractive bright red tip to my chinny chin chin. cute... Well, Jemmy Pie and I made the trek down from Kansas City, MO on Sunday and for the most part, it wasn't too bad till I hit my wall at about the 10th hour of the drive and I suddenly was loathesome of a handful of drivers around me. I found myself getting spiteful with one new white Acura who kept cutting me off just to go 2 miles per hour slower than I was going. So basically, she just wanted to be ahead of me, not to go faster. So I'd put my blinker on, pass her and when I had enough space between our vehicles, I'd get back over in front of her (so as to not be in passing lane because, see, that lane is for passing or just plain driving fast at a straight shot), which apparently pissed her off so she'd swerve around me (no blinkers... charming) and cut me off. I had to finally just make myself breathe ...

No, not an STD but the Wii. Man, that thing kicked my ass! Seriously, my upper body feels like I was in some crazy cage fighting tournament for the past week and today's the day to pay the price. I played this thing for a couple hours yesterday, a couple hours the night before but it seriously whooped me. I should mention that I kick butt at the Wii Sports boxing game and have KO'ed Cowboy consistently every round we play which leads him to spew out some expletives and turn to me after each KO w/a look of 'I don't get it, I'm almost twice your weight, have been in many more fights so, why?', to which I point up and down to my sweating self, red face and huffing and puffing and back over to his calm, confused silhouette. See, I fight my ass off. I pity the fool that runs into me in a bar fight or alley (neither of which I've been in but I'm not ruling out due to me newly proven boxing skills) because I crazy. I swing like someone's trying to ta...

We broke down and got the Wii. Actually, people are hawking the Wii system for $320+ (about 50 bucks more than the list price + tax at retail shops) on Craigslist and ebay (though they start at about 250 and just skyrocket up to beyond 350 because of the demand) and we were right about to give in and buy one off Craigslist for 320 when brilliant woman here decided to call Best Buy again and ask about their Wii availability and when their next delivery would be. Usually they got them on Sundays but for some celestial reason, they got one today and noone knew about it so they weren't yet sold out. We hopped in the truck and peeled out to Best Buy. Boo YEAH! We got an extra nunchuck and WiiPlay which comes with a Wii remote. We even got to use our rewards cash we had there! Kick_Ass. So far, I've dominated at bowling, lost at tennis and straight KO'ed at boxing and I'm soaked and proud. Damn, that console is no joke. Giddy doesn't even cover it. As Gibson pointed...

Amazingly, Cowboy surprised the sanity out of me on Friday morning. My real b'day present actually arrived by lunchtime the day after my b'day. MAMA MIA! When my b'day surprise was presented to me (in the form of my Mom holding a big bouquet of flowers standing next to my b'day cake), I screamed as if I had been stabbed, went over to pummel my Mom with hugs and cried for a few minutes and took an hour or so to recover. I can't believe he pulled this off. And the look on his face said 'score, 10 points for me', he knew he'd it off seamlessly and was so proud of himself. So, needless to say, I had an amazing weekend with my Mama and soaked every last drop of the time I could. She spoiled me rotten. ROTTEN. She brought me my annual polka dot b'day dress, which we had seen at a store together when I was in town last, as well as some other polka dotted pretties. But wait, there's more... She bought me another Catrina doll (which we named Miri...

Some women I know collect Lladro porcelain sculptures, others collect paintings or prints by their favorite artists, some collect a bunch of kitschy kinda stuff. My new collection which I'm pretty amped about is of Catrina figurines . These figurines are so intriguing to me. So, this morning, Cowboy beckons me upstairs for my present. It's wrapped in a big box (at this point, I think I'm getting either the Wii or the Nikon Coolpix P80 that I've been wanting but not wanting to spend the dough on as times are tough) so I open the box and there's a box in there and bubble wrap and I'm clawing through it and finally unroll the bubble wrap off this precious figurine and almost shed a tear. He remembered! I stood in front of this Catrina at Desert Dreams in awe, about 3 or more months ago and talked to the owner of the store about her. She was made in Oaxaca, Mexico and brought up on one of their excursions back, along with a bunch of other goodies. Yay! ...

Tomorrow I'm turning one whole year older. Do I feel like it? No. I never really feel older though. I stopped aging, mentally, at about 25 though some would say 14. Either way, I feel the same physically as I did 10+ years ago, except that I'm thinner and happier, go figure. So my b'day week began with Cowboy bringing me a wrapped pressy to my office Monday morning. I started raking away at the layers of wrapping paper and of course he had to put the present inside various boxes (empty cereal box outside of an empty crackers box) and finally I get to the envelope inside and tear away. Inside, to my extreme delight is something I've wanted for a couple years but just never got (they never had it on BMG or YourMusic.com and I just never ordered it though I dreamt of having it.): Amelie: Original Soundtrack . Ahhhhhh. I've been listening to it non-stop since Monday morning and it's making me feel quite whimsical. Mostly, the piano music by Yann Tierson ...

I just got spammed with the subject line of "what a stupid face you have here Claudia" and there's simply a link to a pRon video. Seriously? That's the other Claudia that's in pRon. Dummies... They've sent like 10 more of these emails to me! Does spinning ever not feel uncomfortable on your tuckus? Or rather, is it because I have a lack of tuckus cushion which makes it all the more uncomfortable? I was that girl tonight, who went up to do mountain sprints even though the instructor had us doing regular road sprints because my arse simply could not take any more sitting on that hard, little seat. Ouch. I did a spin class two weeks ago and it took about 4 days to recover from feeling like a garden gnome came to life and battered my arse with his coney hat. I'm sorry, that was just a half assed visual that didn't come together in written word as it did in my head. Story of my life... Point is, ouch. It's a great cardio workout but does it need ...

That was the subject line of one of my spams this morning, which is actually very refreshing compared to the ones that keep ribbing me on being able to 'please her longer and better tonight' or asking if I 'get laughed at in the locker room'. Though, to be fair, not all of them are pervy. I must get asked at least 35 times a day if I want a brand new Rolex watch. I do not. I don't even wear watches. Watches are like shackles if you ask me. Today's going to be a good day. I have said it and it shall be so? I woke up loving my life today, which means that poor Cowboy was bit. I'm sorry. I love hard and bite and totally not in the 'please her longer and harder' kinda way but just merely in a 'good morning, I love you ((CHOMP))' kinda way. Oh, he's ok now. For all the unknowns that we're juggling right now, I should probably be electrocuted from the inundation of tears on my keyboard but denial seems to keep my keyboard dry (sav...

So, I consider myself to be pretty empathetic and intuitive of the feelings around me. Combine that with my guilt complex (thank you Catholicism... thank you very much) and I can be a pretty conflicted girl at times. I wish I were one of those people who can brush off any negative energy around me (whoever it may come from) and chalk it up to someone else's problem, not mine. I don't work that way, in fact, I tend to just absorb whatever kind of energy that those around me are putting out, which leads to heavy empathy. Cowboy knows this and works with me on it (not to mention working on himself for the better if you ask me :-)) so that his or my emotions can be worked through and sometimes learned from. Yes, I'm quite the 'crunchy' woman. Have I mentioned it's about day 24, btw? My hormonal activity contributes to my super power of empathy. Please see below for exactly what kind of empath I am, according to this highly scientific quiz I found online. What K...