tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49075945656219296412024-03-14T07:22:48.634-05:00Just another Blonde moment"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-33931172795619530002011-06-03T18:47:00.003-05:002011-06-03T19:05:53.641-05:00Flaming hot!!Well, I finally did it. I set the microwave on fire. On the way home from work yesterday, I got a craving for some popcorn. I looked around in the pantry when I got home and found an unopened box of Orville Redenbacher's popcorn. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was just a tad old. The box said "Best by Nov 2010." I did some quick math and decided that 6 or 7 months overdue can't be that bad. It was not like it said "You must use by Nov 2010 or else or risk severe illness." It looked OK and did not smell funny or anything so I threw it in the microwave, set the timer for 2 minutes, and walked out onto the back patio to move the sprinkler in the yard. The next thing I knew, black smoke was coming out the back door and the bag of popcorn was flaming!!! The smell was horrible!!! Boy does burnt popcorn stink! I actually used to work with somebody who burnt her popcorn on purpose because she liked the taste. Nasty!!! We all hated her for it because the stink always clung to your hair and skin the minute she took the bag out of the oven. You could be on the other side of the building and you could still get the stink on you. She finally got summoned in by Human Resources and they had a nice long talk with her that finally put an end to it. Back to the flaming microwave..... the entire inside was scorched and it smelled so bad it took my breath away. I threw it out the back door and turned on the exhaust fan. The microwave was in one of the pantries so the smell is super concentrated in there and got onto all of our dish towels and left a scorched coating on all of the shelves and canned goods. If I have to repaint the walls in there, I am going to be super pissed. Fuck! I had to go to Sears today and buy a new microwave. $165 down the drain."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-42869864110358584082011-02-03T18:08:00.002-06:002011-02-03T18:31:34.438-06:00Cold and bored.....Well, I am am not really bored, I am just cold. Us Texans are real wimps when it comes to weather. Turn down the temperature and everybody freaks out and heads to the store to buy all the necessities and hunker down. You risk life and limb to buy a gallon of milk. Elsewhere it is 5 degrees with 6 foot snow drifts and life goes on. Here in Houston it is 33 degrees with a possibility (a slight possibility mind you) for snow and ice and the whole city shuts down and declares that everybody should go home early on Thursday and that Friday is a holiday. WTH???? These people are crazy!!!!!! Oh well! It has been awhile since I have posted and I am sure you all have missed me (insert sarcasm key here.) I have just been busy doing random stuff and for some reason, the few times that I have had a moment to sit down and type something, my laptop has decided it does not like google or blogger and will not sign me on. It just freezes up and I have not been super motivated to find out the cause.<br /><br />Random updates-<br />1. I have not had any sodas or sugary snacks for one month now and let me tell you it has been hell. Not just hell, but HELLLLLLLLL!!!!!!! I kept a food diary for two weeks to check out my eating habits and I was shocked at how much sugary crap I consumed. I eat healthy meals overall but I was sneaking in a lot of pure sugary junk on the side. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a sugaraholic and the first step to recovery is admitting it. The two hardest things to give up have been my weekly Choco-Nilla cupcake from the OohLaLa bakery and Pepsi. I am addicted to both. I mean, come on..... who admits to liking Pepsi? Apparently I do, especially with little crunchy ice like the kind you get at Sonic. Ahhhhh! Heaven!!!! I am not giving up my favorites for good though. I am going to try and limit my little sugar celebrations to once a month. One cupcake and one Pepsi are in my future.<br />2. I have a good friend at work that celebrated his 85th birthday today. 85!!!!! Happy Birthday Phil!!!!! He still works about 20 hours a week and does a lot of volunteer work on the side. He tells everyone that the key to his long life is keeping active, both physically and mentally. I think I will take his advice.<br /><br />Got to go. I have a date with some friends and some Mexican food. Hopefully they will be wrong about the snow and ice and I can enjoy my "snow" day tomorrow."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-9298321149244531432011-01-01T18:58:00.002-06:002011-01-01T19:27:44.004-06:001/1/2011It feels a little weird writing 2011. 2010 was hard enough to remember to write correctly. I think I was writing 2009 until at least February. Maybe my brain will be a little more sharper and less cluttered this year. On with the resolutions!<br /><br />1. <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>Put more time into working on my ancestry.com family tree</em>.</strong></span> -- This is something that I really got into in 2010. There is so much work to do because a lot of the research needs to be done in person at libraries, cemeteries, and courthouses. I need to go to Nebraska and Iowa to get a lot of the detail work done. I have met so many people online that have helped me with my research. One particular man from Brooklyn was especially helpful. He filled in a lot of gaps in my family tree pertaining to my paternal great grandfather and opened up so many surprising details about my family that I never knew of.<br /><br />2. <em><strong>Be less wasteful and more mindful of where my money goes </strong>-- </em>I don't know how much gas is going for where you live but it is right at about $3.30 per gallon for diesel here in Houston. This is about a 40 cent per gallon increase just in the last 4 months alone. Isn't it funny how when gas shot up this much several years ago, the media was all over it. HMMMM........ Prices for many things are about to go sky high. If you keep track of forecasting, you may already know about the cotton crisis that is about to hit. Prices for many things are about to skyrocket. I think we all need to be prepared. Anyways, as part of this resolution, I am going to try and eliminate any debts, save more, and eat out less often. The eating out part will be the hardest for me. I know for a fact that it is not the food that draws me out to restaurants. I am a great cook and can make my own food that tastes fantastic and is a lot less expensive. I like to go out for pure social reasons. I like to mingle, people watch, and hang out with friends. It will be hard.<br /><br />3. <strong><em>Live life to the fullest</em></strong>-- I am shocked at how fast 2010 went by and I feel like I accomplished nothing outstanding. It is time to take a closer look at my "Bucket List" and get a few more things crossed off.<br /><br />I hope everybody has a fantastic and blessed 2011!!!!!!!!"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-84932074376857246872010-12-23T17:34:00.005-06:002010-12-23T18:03:48.952-06:00Twas the night before the night before Christmas.....The week in review....<br /><br />1. On my first day of vacation, I forgot to turn off my alarm and I was cheerfully greeted by blaring Christmas music at 5am. Christmas music at 5 am sucks, especially when I have been meaning to change the station for the last 3 and a half weeks but have just been too lazy. See what procrastinating does for you?<br />2. I have been on a total crap eating extravaganza which I foresee continuing on through at least Sunday. Truffles? Check! Banana bread? Check! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chik</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">fil</span>-a? Check! Chinese food? Check! And that was just today!!!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tis</span> the season you know.....<br />3. I did not put the tree up until Sunday. I almost did not put it up at all because I have just been so busy but guilt got to me and I did. I did not get around to putting down the Christmas tree skirt or wrapping any presents, again due to being too busy, but apparently there was a reason. On Tuesday morning, I walked into the living room to find water gushing out of the hot water closet and onto the living room floor. Guess what is right next to the water gushing closet? Ding ding ding! If you guessed the Christmas tree you get 5 points!!! Thank God there were no presents under it. How badly would that have sucked?!? Home Depot got a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sizable</span> chunk of change from us that day for a new water heater.<br />4. I actually went into Katy Mills Mall today and survived, The new Victoria's Secret there is pretty nice by the way. I am officially done shopping except for a few stocking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">stuffers</span>. Yea!!!<br />5. For some some strange reason, I can't get the Mickey Mouse Club theme song out of my head. It is driving me crazy!!!!!!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOBlXZyKC6A"> Join the madness!!!</a><br />That about sums it all up. I am ready for Christmas but I am also looking forward to actually relaxing next week before I have to go back to work.<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!</span></div>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-66275005399443318512010-12-04T18:04:00.002-06:002010-12-04T18:21:56.261-06:00Crown molding was invented by the devil.The guest bedroom is nearly completed. I have been working on it for over a year. I know, I know..... how the hell has it taken a whole year to remodel one measly room? Life has just gotten in the way. You get home from work and are just too tired, your friends/family want you to do something with them, you lose interest..... blah, blah, blah. About a month ago I forced myself to get back on track and it was time to focus, focus, focus!! A big part of the problem is that I am a perfectionist and a daydreamer so I will strive to get something 100% correct and then I will have to stop and admire my work for half and hour. Believe me, you don't get much done that way.<br />Now, all that is left is the crown molding and the floor. The floor will be left to the professionals but the crown molding we will do ourselves. If you have never installed crown molding, lets just compare it to solving a difficult math problem that involves power tools and carrying a long piece of wood up and down the stairs and then climbing a ladder over and over until you get the correct fit. Have I mentioned how much I suck at math? I am exhausted. The room is only half way finished and I know I went up and down those stairs 30 times. It is looking good though and is worth the effort. Hopefully I can have it pretty much finished by tomorrow. I think I will go take a nice long hot shower now."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-50507953140338894282010-11-24T16:49:00.002-06:002010-11-24T17:02:26.612-06:00Ponder.....1. Why does Taylor Swift annoy the hell out of me?<br />2. Why did I just eat an entire jumbo cinnamon roll?<br />3. Why do I have so many bottles of nail polish and why do I keep buying more?<br />4. Why can't I find a tube of clump free smudge free mascara that can actually stay put in Houston's 99.9% humidity?<br />5. Why do I punish myself by continually looking at 6pm.com when I know I am on a self imposed shoe suspension?<br />6. Why do I bother looking at news websites? Since when is the winner of Dancing With The Stars important news????<br />7. Why is it so fucking hot and humid on the day before Thanksgiving? I am just not feeling the holiday spirit. The last thing I want to hear about is how one of my friends just finished putting up all 6 fully decorated Christmas trees in her house. I will be lucky to put up one.<br />8. Why am I so bitter?<br /><br /><div align="center">Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!</div>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-12268040248225106222010-11-12T16:41:00.004-06:002010-11-12T17:23:03.947-06:00Tivo lives on<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TN3K2bWBb_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/bl8-SVoHjvs/s1600/tivo_logo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538806153137450994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TN3K2bWBb_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/bl8-SVoHjvs/s400/tivo_logo.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I have always joked with family and friends about my love affair with Tivo. Seriously. I never watch live television anymore. To be honest, I don't watch that much television at all. But I do have my little "to do" list of shows that I watch religiously (commercial free of course!!) I have tried other DVRs at friends and families houses but they all annoy me. Tivo is my friend. I can operate the remote one handed and in the dark with my hand behind my back. My remote is so old that all of the writing on the keys is gone. If you don't know what the keys do...then you are just SOL. When I found out that Directv was bringing back Tivo I was ecstatic. Their current DVR system sucks big time and I refuse to purchase one. I know my ancient Tivo box has a limited life span and I have been worried about replacing it ever since it started rebooting on its own every couple of days about a month ago. Well, last night it seized up big time and for the first time ever I got the green screen of death that said "Severe Error." WTF? Severe error? That did not sound good! There was a message on the screen that said not to reboot or unplug the unit and to just leave the box on for at least 3 hours to see if the system could "repair" itself. They also included a 1-800 number to call if it did not come back to life. Of course, being my father's daughter, I did unplug and reboot the system about 4 times before I gave up and decided I was screwed. I am not ashamed to admit that I was freaking out just a little. What about America's Next Top Model? Pawn Stars? Kendra? Top Chef Just Desserts? Breathe in- Breathe out. Serenity now. I then proceeded to stay up until 1 in the morning on the computer trying to figure out what my options were. I learned that they are many, many, forums devoted to the worship of TIVO and that these people are hardcore. I basically had 4 options. First- Go without TV until next year when the new Directv Tivo launches. Not an option. Second- Buy a used system off of ebay and take my chances that it will even work. Third- Attempt to replace the hard drive in the unit with a newer shinier version. Fourth- Fork out close to $400 bucks for a reconditioned unit with a warranty from a reputable seller. All of these choices sucked. I wanted my old Tivo back!!!!!! All of my recorded shows that I had never watched were lost. I still had not gotten around to watching the first 6 episodes of Housewives of Beverly Hills. And what about Vanilla Ice? I wanted to see which room he was going to work on next. And my collection of The Antonio Project? I had been saving those for a cold rainy day. I went to bed in a daze and had horrible Tivo induced nightmares. The worst one was where I was in an operating room trying to perform a "hard drive" replacement. When I woke up in the morning I felt a little groggy and depressed. Right before I left for work I turned on the TV to write down the 1-800 just so that I could call them and verify my options before I made any rash decisions. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! The green screen of death was gone and there was an infomercial on for the Abomatic or something stupid like that. I actually screamed with joy over the amazing sight of my Tivo having healed itself. It was a miracle! If only it can just keep on going until next Spring, all will be good. I am a true nerd.</div>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-50244650950855228722010-10-26T18:33:00.003-05:002010-10-26T19:01:42.319-05:00We are only here to protect you from your own stupidity<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TMdnpKDkOdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/17iB2Afdc4w/s1600/caresymbols.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504624019552722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TMdnpKDkOdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/17iB2Afdc4w/s400/caresymbols.gif" /></a><br /><div>I bought a couple of new towels today. After removing about a bazillion tags from them before throwing them into the washer, I stopped to read the care tag before selecting the water temp. and wash setting. It was actually a miracle that there were written instructions in a language that I could understand. Have you looked at the majority of care tags, especially on clothes, lately? They now use only symbols to tell you how you should care for your washables. Like we have time to study and remember this type of information? The stupid part is that the "master list" of clothing care symbols is not something that your average person has floating around in their brain. Perhaps they are teaching this stuff in school now? I actually had to go online and look up what these symbols mean. A couple of them are pretty easy to figure out, like the one that obviously means no ironing or no machine wash. But since when does a triangle mean the international sign for bleach? And how am I supposed to know that 1 dot = 30 degrees Celsius and 6 dots = 95 degrees Celsius? Argghhhh!!!!!</div>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-81484434300884899942010-10-12T11:48:00.002-05:002010-10-12T12:18:28.180-05:00Jury DutyI got a summons last Tuesday for jury duty today. They don't give you much time do they? I figured it was karma biting me in the butt because one of my friends got picked a couple of weeks ago and I laughed at him. Actually, I don't mind jury duty. It is a privilege that we live in a country that allows us to participate in the legal system and I think that a lot of people forget that. It would never even occur to me to "not" go. Just like voting... I will never understand why people do not vote when given the opportunity.<br />Thank God I live out in the country in a small county. It is easy to get to the courthouse, parking is free, and there are no long lines to wait in. If I had to go down to the Harris County courthouse in Houston and sit around for 7 years with all the other people waiting for jury duty.... I might have different feelings about it. The only bad thing about jury duty is that I ALWAYS get picked. ALWAYS!!!! They never even ask me any personal questions during the selection process outside of the basic name, age, and occupation. They just pick me. I guess that is a small town for you. If they really wanted to know my political and religious views they might have second thoughts about putting me up there because opionated is my middle name. Child of a Catholic and Jewish household with very vocal conservative yet occasionally extremely far to the left views anyone? Probably not...... Anyways, I show up and was juror number 203 which is good considering they only summon 250. I would say only about 40 people showed up and I ended up in the last row in the courtroom with only 2 people after me so I felt I had a fighting chance to not be chosen...... until I started looking around at some of the potential jury members. Yep, I was going to be called. There were some real "unusual" looking characters in this group and they would be shown the door quickly.<br /> The judge entered the courtroom and gave us a little speech about what an honor it was to serve, yada yada yada....... and that he had good news and bad news. The good news was that we had all made it on time and that he was glad we were here. The bad news was that we had all made it on time, were here, and that the case had been settled outside of court 15 minutes earlier. Bad news my ass!!!! YIIIPPPEEEEEEEEE! We all looked at each other like "Thank God!!!!" and scurried out into the beautiful sunny day. No jury duty and a paid day off from work. Score!!!!!!!"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-3526040676052238612010-10-06T22:37:00.002-05:002010-10-06T22:42:04.519-05:00Cheap thrillsI did not know that you could even buy a song on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">itunes</span> for 69 cents!!!! Well worth it!!! I just love this song and I had forgotten all about it until I heard it on the 70's station on Sirius this morning. My parents were really into music and I think I heard almost every 70's and some 60's songs growing up as a kid. I think there is just a small streak of granola hippie lurking inside me somewhere.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUHtJJ1Fgjs?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUHtJJ1Fgjs?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-49569158178798155612010-10-02T22:04:00.004-05:002010-10-02T22:32:22.321-05:00ThemI stopped in Hobby Lobby tonight to pick up a few extra touches for my Halloween decor when I overheard an interesting conversation. I was looking at some Halloween themed cupcake liners when this child (who looked to be 8 or 9), her mother, and I am guessing her grandmother stopped near me to admire some Halloween <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tchotchkes</span>. The little girl told her mother that they were not allowed to bring Halloween treats to school or say "Trick or Treat"<br /> or else they would be sent to the Principal's office. What the fucking fuck????????? The grandmother gave the child a horrified look and the mother kind of just stood there a minute with this disgusted look on her face and said "I have no further comment on their policy towards Halloween (apparently, judging by the look on her face, she had probably already had plenty to say about this already) but I am giving you permission to tell your teachers and your principal that we do not say "Happy Holidays" at Christmas time. We celebrate Christmas and by God you will wish people "Merry Christmas" and not "Happy Holidays. You are not being raised to become one of "THEM." You are to stand up for what is right and not be afraid of offending anybody." I wanted to start clapping and cheer her on but I settled for walking up to her and telling her how refreshing it was to hear what she had just said. I definitely do not want to be one of "THEM" either. I hate hearing "Happy Holidays" as well. Say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa or Merry <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Whateverthefuckitisyoucelebrate</span>!!!!!! Just stand up for what you believe in and stand proud. As for this whole Halloween business that the little girl was talking about? Just one more reason why any child of mine would not set foot in the public school system."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-19356806776181151532010-09-27T22:47:00.001-05:002010-09-27T22:47:27.547-05:00A Dog's Life<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blue-bee/2367624838/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2367/2367624838_08d8236b24.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blue-bee/2367624838/">A Dog's Life</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/blue-bee/">"Lah-Rah"</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> The hardest part of giving your heart to a pet is when you have to say goodbye. Tears.......... How can 14 years go by so quickly? Rest In Peace Bricki. May your new life be filled with plenty of new balls to chase, an unlimited supply of Milkbones, and a soft bed to relax on. I miss you!!!!</p>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-60334578992722001222010-09-09T18:46:00.004-05:002010-09-09T19:02:45.232-05:00Uh oh.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TIl079IzxOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rX7Kom78-Vw/s1600/celeb.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515067792064496866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/TIl079IzxOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rX7Kom78-Vw/s400/celeb.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I got my license in the mail today and let me tell you that it is even worse in color. My face is splotchy from the heat stroke, I am completely make-up free, and my hair is in a semi-poof. Crap!!! I don't expect a license picture to look like a glamour shot but I do expect to look semi-presentable. This looks like something from one of those "Celebrities that look like hell in real life without their makeup" articles. Look at this before picture of Renee Z. and multiply the yikes factor times 3 and you will get an idea of what my picture looks like. I figure that sometime this winter, I will choose a cold, dry day and get a re-do because no way am I going to pull that hideous picture out every time I need to show an ID. No frickin way!!!!</div>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-31134441475712382512010-09-02T21:48:00.002-05:002010-09-02T22:05:38.239-05:00Bad Shoe DayFor the second day in a row, I have stepped in dog poo on the way to work. It must have been camouflaged because I sure as heck did not see it and I avoid all dew covered grass on my way to the car. To make things worse, today I was wearing brand new fresh out of the box shoes. Yuck. I managed to get most of it off in the parking lot at work but still, total bummer. Except for the poo remnants that were clinging to to small ridges on the underside of my shoes, I really enjoyed wearing them. They were comfy, squishy, and looked pretty damn good. I had a few errands to run after work and on the drive to the store, I was thinking that the right shoe felt a little loose. Halfway through my shopping, I started to think that the right shoe felt a lot loose. As in "about to go flying off my foot" loose. I looked down and the tiny strap holding it on had snapped in half. In half!!!!!! Crappy shoes!!!! I had to cut my errands short and do a weird Frankenstein like shuffle to the register and out to my car. No way was I doing a Britney Spears and going barefoot in public. The shoes were not returnable because I ordered them online and no longer had the box.I did go online to rate the shoes and I basically said they were crap. Surprisingly someone else had a similar experience. I will definitely not be buying a pair of Franco Sarto shoes again because Franco Sarto shoes are not worth the money and did I mention that Franco Sarto shoes suck? Because they do. Even without the poo."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-82778592601275100612010-08-27T18:28:00.002-05:002010-08-27T18:54:59.914-05:00A Sad Story.......I live in a small rural area outside of Houston. Each day I drive past a house in the middle of a nearby small town that has two precious miniature horses and an ancient old donkey living in their pasture. 8 years of driving by these little guys several times a day. I always look for them as I drive by. Their pasture backs up to the side of a three way stop in the middle of the town. Chances are that if you have ever driven from Austin or from an A&M back to Houston, you may have seen them too. They were a sort of landmark of cuteness. Last weekend I noticed that the donkey was missing. not a good sign.The next day I saw one of the little horses laying flat out underneath a tree. If you have ever been around horses, you can tell when it is not a good sign to see a horse on the ground. They are not always just taking a nap. This was not a good sign. The little miniature was gone the next time I drove by. This afternoon, we saw the property owner out in her yard trimming the trees, so we stopped to inquire about her horse and her donkey. She said she was sitting on her couch about 10 o'clock on Saturday night when she heard a terrible noise in their yard. She and her husband ran outside to find a car full of no good drunk sons of a bitches in the middle of her pasture. They took one look at her and her husband and took off, abandoning their car, and jumped into a car that had pulled over down the street. Apparently the donkey and the little horse had been right in the car's path and it had plowed right over them. The donkey died instantly and the little horse had to be put down the next day. I am just disgusted. How horrible!!! The man and woman called the cops and they were able to find out who owned the car. They told the cops that they thought they had run over a tree. Sure they did. There is not a single tree in that pasture. It is bad enough that they killed those innocent little creatures but thank God they did not hit another car when they plowed through that three way stop without slowing down. Bastards!!!!"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-51948863839751323842010-08-26T23:18:00.004-05:002010-08-26T23:22:30.319-05:00Smile<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/THc82fVL7iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YC-Kt4mTXsg/s1600/kate+spade.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509939575932055074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7xXUphbzJI/THc82fVL7iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YC-Kt4mTXsg/s400/kate+spade.jpg" /></a><br />How can you not love these?<br />Too cute!!!!! You can get them at my favorite <a href="http://6pm.com/">shoe store</a>."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-11127068381638239672010-08-12T18:02:00.006-05:002010-08-12T22:01:23.310-05:00Hell and back........I personally visited Hell, otherwise known as the Texas DMV and barely survived to tell about it. It was beyond bad. You know how people always joke about the lines at the DMV? Well, I have been in lines at the DMV before and while they were a pain in the butt.... I am a patient person and they were not too excruciating. I think the longest I have ever waited was maybe 2 hours, in the air conditioning, and that was on the South Side of San Antonio on a not so nice side of town where nobody spoke English and everybody and their seven cousins were in line for a driver's license or a state ID card. I thought waiting in that line had made me tough and seasoned...but apparently I was wrong.<br /><br />You may remember my fear of failing the vision test (and I may or may not have downloaded a cheat sheet off of the Internet, but we won't discuss how stupid of an idea that was).....well, I never made it to the eye doctor. I have been so busy lately that time has just gotten away from me. I had to pull out an old pair of glasses that I have had for like a million years and I was just hoping for the best. Due to my fear of failing the test and thus looking like a fool and possibly having to bum rides from people until I could get to the eye doctor because yes, I am a big law abiding chicken and if I even thought about driving with an expired license, it would be my luck I would be hauled off to jail where upon I would just die right on the spot. Whew! Broke a lot of grammatical rules with that sentence!!! <br /><br />Anyway, I put it off until the last possible minute and managed to take a day off from work to go get it renewed. I looked online to find the closest DMV office and everything within a 30 mile radius was "temporarily closed due to budget issues and the need for new equipment." Great! I had a choice between going into the inner hell of Houston or staying out in the country and driving about 30 miles north. I got up early and carefully applied my makeup and straightened the hell out of my hair so it would look decent because damn it, I did not want to have a crappy driver's license picture. When I got there, about 9:30, the line was out the door and ALLLLLLLL THE WAY AROUND THE BUILDING. Apparently since all of the local offices have been closed... this one is the closest one available to the zillions of people who live out in the sticks like me.<br /><br />I stood in line and stood there some more, in the same spot, for almost an hour. I estimated that there were about 40 people in line in front of me which is not too bad I guess, but based on my calculations and the rate at which people were coming out, I was in trouble. They were only processing people at the rate of about 6 per hour. You do the math.... it was not looking good. Basically, I stood out in the full sun until about 3 o'clock. Did I mention that this is Houston? The armpit of the world where the heat index has been hovering around 108 degrees and the humidity is about 99.9%? Did I also mention that I was wearing jeans and a heavy cotton shirt that was sucking the life out of me with each passing minute that I stood there? I seriously thought that heat stroke was imminent. Seriously. I kept telling myself that I was not going to pass out and die in front of a bunch of strangers. No way!!!<br />At one point, some wonderful man went to his car and came back with an umbrella and offered it to me. He was at the back of the line and was still in the shade so he did not need it yet. Nice people do still exist!! I am not sure if I was delusional at that point but I swear that the man looked like Ed Begley Jr. It could have been his twin brother. That whole chunk of time is a little fuzzy but I do remember finally making it to the back door, giving my umbrella back to old Ed, and squeezing my way into the tiny, tiny space that was barely available right inside the door.<br /><br />There was only room for about 6 people inside the building but luckily there was air conditioning. Wonderful, wonderful air conditioning!!! After getting inside the door, I grabbed my mirror out of my purse to inspect the damage to my hair and makeup, and there I was greeted with the sight of all of my mascara and eyeliner having slid onto my cheeks. I looked like I had been out all night and had woken up without washing my face. Lovely!!! My hair was now a giant poof ball of frizz. Guess what? I no longer cared. I wiped off most of the remains of my makeup, swiped my hair with a brush and said fuck it. I just wanted to get it over with and go home.<br /><br />I finally get to the first desk and the lady asks me to step over to the eye exam machine and read line 4. I looked into the machine and saw total blackness. Great! Now I was in serious trouble. I was blind. I finally realized you had to press your forehead against the machine to activate it. My first thought was Gross! How many people have used this and how often do they clean it? My second thought was oh shit... these were numbers, I had memorized letters. I guess it does not pay to attempt to cheat. Thought three was that I could not read line four. Finally, after what seemed like 5 minutes... I was able to squint and make out the numbers, or at least what I thought they were. I yelled out 4 6 8 3 4 5 9 and she stamped my card and sent me to wait in the next line. There is no way I got those right. She must have taken pity on my poofy hair and sunburned face. Finally I am about two people away from the last part of the process. All I needed was my fingerprints taken, my picture done, and to pay when dum da da dum. THE FREAKING COMPUTERS SHUT DOWN AND THEY CAN"T GET THEM REBOOTED!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO! All I am thinking is Hell No am I doing this again!!! I passed the eye test for cripes sake. Odds are I would not be lucky twice!!!!! After about 30 minutes of going back and forth with the help desk, they were able to get the system up and running. I got through the rest of the line, had my picture taken, and GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE. They give you a paper copy to use that has your picture on it but I did not get to get a good look at it until I got to my car. My picture looks like the female version of Bret Michaels..... minus the bandanna. I kid you not! Fucking Bret Michaels! Are you kidding me???? Crap!!! I folded the paper into a teeny, tiny square and told myself I would worry about it later. Serenity Now!!!!!! <br /><br />I honestly was not feeling well so I broke my no fast food rule and went to Jack In The Box (my only other choice was McDonalds) and ordered a large orange soda and a grilled chicken sandwich. That soda was almost gone before I even left the parking lot. I swear there was steam coming out of my throat as I guzzled it down. I don't recommend drinking that much orange soda at once. I almost barfed. I get halfway down the road when I pull out my sandwich and I found they had given me some 12 pound super burger with onions only. Kill me now! Damn you JITB!!!! I did not order that crap!!!!! That is when I looked at my receipt and saw they had charged me 8 bucks for something I know I did not order!!!! Story of my life!!! I did gag down about three bites of the burger since it was either that or nothing. Lesson learned. never put getting your driver's license off until the last minute.... and avoid JITB. Serenity Now!!!!!!"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-91522550300872518022010-07-04T21:17:00.002-05:002010-07-04T21:22:40.983-05:00If I were a boy........my parents were going to name me William Douglas.....just sayin....... Is it only women that get the meaning of this song? Wondering.....<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WkXPPLiZOY&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WkXPPLiZOY&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-27216154399524962192010-07-03T21:56:00.002-05:002010-07-03T22:00:03.895-05:00Is it so wrong.....that I want...... no, make that .."must have" one of these..... NOW!!!!! I am such a girl.<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0v4MjOaLck&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0v4MjOaLck&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-6746308685564985362010-07-03T16:36:00.002-05:002010-07-03T17:17:05.405-05:00Cry BabyI finally went to see Toy Story 3....... by myself. Why did I go by myself you ask? Because every adult I know, both male and female, has admitted to bawling like a baby at this movie. I am not a public cryer so I grabbed myself some snacks and went to a late night showing and cryed my eyes out in semi-privacy. It is a great movie if you have not seen it. But be warned... you will cry, unless you are heartless and have no soul."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-89547470673818027652010-07-02T13:16:00.002-05:002010-07-02T13:19:18.539-05:00So I was wrong.......we are now under water. I am sure the pecan trees are loving it though and I won't have to water the grass and plants for at least a week. No outside plans this weekend. We will have to move the 4th of July festivites indoors. Happy 4th of July everybody!!!!"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-61994414053776635342010-07-01T10:28:00.001-05:002010-07-01T10:28:45.065-05:00Oreo Koi<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blue-bee/2328461697/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/2328461697_853c3de28f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blue-bee/2328461697/">Oreo Koi</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/blue-bee/">"Lah-Rah"</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> I don't know why I love this little guy so much. I took this at the Japanese Water Garden in San Antonio awhile back. I would love to find one with these markings to put in my pond.</p>"Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-60411296205655841162010-07-01T10:15:00.002-05:002010-07-01T10:22:09.719-05:00Cone of Uncertainty = Job SecurityHurricane remnants in Houston???? My Ass!! We got all of two drops of rain... maybe 4 at the most. What a bust! Crap! I now have to water the grass and plants......oh well. Now you know why people don't evacuate or prepare when a real disaster is bearing down upon them. They have been lied to over and over and just don't believe "them" anymore. We still have a 50 percent chance of rain over the next two days so I am holding out some hope for a shower or two. Of course, you have to consider that the 90 percent chance of rain yielded the four drops so I am not holding my breath."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-16106044739053836162010-06-29T22:13:00.002-05:002010-06-29T22:22:27.075-05:00Something in the air.....is different. It is definitely the calm before the storm. Although the "experts" are saying we will probably just get a bunch of rain dumped on us (which we desperately need).... you can just feel the impending hurricane out there. The sky looks ominous, the air pressure feels different, and it is too quiet outside. No cicadas, no frogs, no birds. A friend of mine nearer to the coast said the fire ants were busy moving from mound to mound outside his house which is always a sign of a storm coming up. We will just wait and see... I try to always be prepared this time of year..... fresh batteries, gas cans are full in case we need a generator, tanks are topped off on all the cars, and the pantry is full. Hopefully we won't see too much wind, but the rain is welcome. I love a good night time storm. The sound of rain on the roof = a good nights sleep. Trees falling through the roof would be a whole other story......."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907594565621929641.post-16189008122910135772010-06-28T10:25:00.003-05:002010-06-28T10:39:38.416-05:00Sometimes it is better when you don't know it is coming....My sister called me yesterday all in a panic. Apparently she had been rear ended by a a guy going about 60 mph. Most people who are rear ended at 60 mph probably don't live to talk about it but someone must have been looking down upon her and gave her a free pass. She was driving on a country road out in Bastrop when she came across a large piece of farm equipment slowly crawling down the road. She had slowed way down and was getting ready to pass it when a driver coming from behind at a high rate of speed, tried to pull around her and the farm equipment while my sister had already pulled out and had started to pass. She said the next thing she knew, she had spun around several times and had landed in a ditch going the opposite direction she had been going. The guy driving the other car told the police that he never even saw her. He got a ticket and apparently the police read him the riot act. Since my sister did not even see it coming, she was not all tense and expecting the crash so she came out of it with a few minor bumps and bruises. Juan (her car) was not in such great shape. He was smashed pretty bad but still able to hobble from the scene of the accident and make it to her house. Poor Juan!!!! Thank God everybody else was ok."Lah-Rah"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09571179971365539163noreply@blogger.com0