Sunday, July 29, 2007

Letting go

So Jake has found himself a new friend in the neighborhood. He's a little older than Jake...I think he starts Kindergarten this year. His name is Cody and he is a really great kid. Doesn't mind at all that Jake is a little less sophisticated than he is. Extremely well mannered. He's very generous and shares. Jake says "hey Cody, look at my new shoes!" Cody says "hey buddy, those are super!" He's just a real cool little kid. Jake saw him outside last night and I let him go out front and play for a little while. It was late though, already 8 o'clock so I only let him stay out for about 20 minutes. Cody promised Jake he'd come over tomorrow and knock on his door so they could play again. So he came knocking about 11:30 this morning.
So, why am I over here pacing the floor, peeking out the windows to make sure Jake is alright? I keep thinking to myself...Maybe I should go get him. (he's only been over there for 45 minutes) Every time I hear a car coming, my heart races just a bit, hoping he's not standing in the middle of the street. I told Jake he had to stay outside and could not go in their house. I'm paranoid for what reason, I have no idea. I met Cody's dad last night. Nice guy. So what the heck am I worried about? My kid is so good, he's not stepped one foot in the house over there.
So anyways, what the heck is wrong with me? When did I turn into this crazy protective hovering mother bird? When I was a kid, even as young as Jake, me and the kids in my neighborhood ran all over the place. My best friend (she's still my best friend today) Kari and I met each other when we were 3. We were constantly at each others houses, walking in unannounced...So why can't I let go of Jake like my mother did with me? I know times are different then they were in the 80's. But still. Did my mother have little panic attacks like this too? He's turning 4 in 2 weeks, certainly I can let off the leash a tiny bit? It just freaks me out that he's growing up. And that obviously, I'm not good enough entertainment anymore! LOL!
Really, I'm so happy he has someone to play with. I know how bored I used to get growing up.
Anyways, so I better go check on him, right? Right.

Saturday, July 28, 2007


Been doing a lot of scrappin this week. Most of them are just kind of git-er-done type. But hey, they're done and they're in the book. The last one is my favorite.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Trouble, trouble, toil and bubble...

Or however that goes...
Not a whole bunch to talk about but I feel like I better post now or ya'll won't hear from me for days. I got in Blog Trouble. Apparently, I've been spending just a tad too much time on the 'ol internet at work. Yeah. Came in to work Thursday, there was no emails and no files...the start of another boring day. So what do I do...I start pulling up my favorite blogs, of course. And then *BAM!* "ACCESS DENIED DUE TO SOCIAL NETWORKING". What?? WTH?? Every single blogger site I tried, I got the same stinkin message. Freakin heck. What do they expect me to do now? They made my every day hell just that much worse. Funny, I can access Typepad accounts and Yahoo groups, but no Blogger. It's really making me hate my job! LOL!! I say LOL, because really, you almost just have to laugh. It's like....uggggg!!!! I don't even know!
The thing is, there is just nothing to do at work. Nothing. I maybe work on one or two files a day. That's it. It's so bad, that I even went out and bought puzzle books. I've been sitting at my desk desperately trying to figure out how to play Sudoku (does anyone have a trick? Sudoku is Su-dinkin' hard!!!) You'd think they'd lay me off by now, you know? I mean this is not just a phase, it's been like this for months and months. Since April. (that's when I started this job btw) I seriously don't' know how much more I can take. I'd call in sick, but I haven't accrued any sick time yet...and I really need the money. The worst part of everything is that you know, I sit there all day and twiddle my thumbs...My 2 beautiful children are practically being raised by their grandmother (at least it is her...I have that to be thankful for) But I'm gone for 12 hours a day and do nothing. I've got an hour and a half ~ 2 hours every evening to get in the door, get dinner going, eat, clean up, get baths, put jammies on and get them back in bed. Oh yeah, then after that we do laundry, pick up, take our own showers and then try and get in bed ourselves at a decent hour; so I'm not late to work; so I can twiddle my thumbs for 9 hours...AGAIN. That's the worst part. Sitting there with my thumb up my @$$ (please excuse the vulgarity--just keepin real, you know) knowing there is so much more important stuff I could be doing. And then they go and take away Blogger! So, could you guys all switch over to Typepad for me? LOL!! Just kidding. I'm going to try bloglines to see if that will work, but they block all kinds of stuff out of my email too. buggers.
That's all I got. Pete is at the ranch the rest of the weekend. I think they're stringin' fence today. My mom was here this morning for a while..we had a good little visit. That's it. Nothin else new.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I *heart* cowboys

Good Lord. Isn't he the cutest?! Oh, I just want to squeeze him! This is Jake when he was about 18 months old. He got himself in Pete's boots all by himself. I topped him off with daddy's hat . I dug up this picture last night because I just thought it fit so appropriately!
I just have a thing for cowboys. Every time I see a man in cowboy hat and Wranglers, I get a little tingle. Maybe it's the fact that cowboys are real men. They work hard and they sweat. Maybe it's that they can wrassle a cow to the ground! We live in a pretty suburban area...but Tracy is surrounded by dairy farms, creameries, cattle ranches and alfalfa fields. It's not uncommon to see a stray cow on the road. Or to see a cowboy in Safeway. Which I did last night. This man was so good looking! Good lord. He was dirty, and had leathery tanned skin and a mustache. If he had a southern accent, I might have melted right there. He was way older than me, but men just seem to get more handsome as they get older, you know? Why is that? Do not get me wrong people, I love Pete. And he is HOT. I don't now how I snagged me such a good looking man. But I still have quite an affection for cowboys. Like some women have a thing for guys in uniform (which I like too!). Maybe it was growing up listening to country music. Or the fact that my Pa-Pa had every single John Wayne movie on video. Or maybe that my Pa-Pa himself was a born and raised Texan and he didn't leave the house without his cowboy hat. My dad is a little rough around the edges himself. Really, I think even though I try and deny it, I am a country girl at heart.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Just Because...

Here are some pictures just because :o)

I like the lighting on this one...

Jake took this one:
Nothing really to report. Been a lazy, lazy weekend. I was going to go to my dad's but I was just lazy. I didn't want to drive all the way up there by myself. Pete was at the ranch all weekend. (They now have all the post holes dug for the fence.) I did go to the GAP outlet yesterday and scored some capri pants for $6.99. They're Army green, but hello! $6.99. You can not pass a deal like that up. Do you ever have those days where you have some cash burning a hole in your pocket but you just can't find anything to spend it on? Yesterday was kind of like that. I was really going shopping looking for stuff for Megan. She's really growing out of stuff fast. And I haven't gotten my supply of hand-me-downs from my best friend up in Sacramento for a while. But I swear...every baby in Tracy must be her same size. Cuz there was nothing. So I was going for her and ended up with pants for me and flip flops for Jake. Couldn't pass those up either because they had the strap around the back (cuz he just won't wear regular ones) and they were only $3 dollars. Walked out of the GAP with 2 cool things for less than 12 bucks.
We also made the weekly round to Target. Actually, now that I think about it...since I've started my new job I think I go Target 3 or 4 times a week now cuz it's so close to my office. But anyway, I went there for a get Jake a new car seat. Megan is still cruising in her infant seat (because I'm lazy and cheap) But she is really, really growing out of that. And, in another month she'll be able to sit front-ways. She needs Jake's seat. And he too, is growing out of his seat. So anyways I've been doing light research...found a good deal on a Graco booster at Target for $50 bucks. So I head strait back to the baby/kids/car seat isle...and wouldn't you know it....They are out of just about every car seat on the isle. Out of the 20 different car seats they had on display...they only had like 2 boxes down below. And both of those were infant seats. So there went that idea. (yes, i did ask someone if they had any in the back...but of course, they did not have the one I wanted)
So, there ya have it. I got nothin! Boring weekend. Hope yours is supercalifradulousticexpialidosious. Not sure how you really spell that. But you know what I mean. :)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Not myself yesterday

Do you ever feel like someone or something else has taken over your mind and body? No really. I'm serious. Yesterday I was just not myself. Something else was controlling my brain.
Example 1:
Wednesday night I got my CK magazine in the mail. I flip through it briefly and see an add for the Nikon D40. I think to myself...hmm, I think that's the camera Melissa says she uses. I see they have a special website for this particular camera...they gave it out in a town in SC to 200 people and let them use it. Huh, I think, maybe I'll check that out tomorrow at work. I shut the magazine, put it by my purse so I remember to take it with me the next day, and I go about my evening as usual. So, I get here to work yesterday and of course I've finished my daily duties within the first 20 minutes of my day. So I pull out my mag and start flipping through....And there I see that add once again for the Nikon. So, I pull up the website and start browsing. Then all of a sudden, it was like my brain went, "click", and that extra terrestrial possession took over. All of a sudden my brain was telling me I had to have this camera. No. I NEEEEEDED to have this camera. Now. OCD clicked in and I started completely obsessing over it. I went to every website I could find with reviews, like Consumer Reports and Best Buy and all kinds of other ones. I considered going down to Wolfe Camera on my lunch break to check it out. I started plotting how I was going to obtain said camera. Where could I get the money? Maybe I could apply for a credit card and get it! Yeah!
Ok, wait...let me back up a second.....You might think this is normal behavior. But for me it is SO not. This camera is like $600. I do not spend money. For essentials, yes. Scrapbook stuff, yes, but I haven't bought one SB thing in 2 months. *gasp* I freak out when I go to Target and spend over $100 bucks. I. do. not. spend. money. Especially on frivialise things for myself. I also have this thing were if I can't pay cash for it, then I don't need it. (except for, of course, a house, a car, etc...) I don't have credit cards. So thinking of applying for a credit card just to get something I think I need is just completely out of character for me. fast forward...
So, I'm sitting at my desk and I just can't stop thinking about the camera. I call Pete. He's at work:
Me: Hi. Can I spend $600 dollars?
Pete: Huh?....What? What??! No! I gotta go.
Me: dang it.
We hang up. He didn't even ask me what I wanted to buy. More internet browsing..... Then my mom calls on my work phone:
Me: (in the spirit of every good only child) Mom, could I borrow $600 dollars?
Mom: What for?
Me: a new camera.
Mom: No.
Me: Please?
Mom: No.
Me: But I said please!
Dang it!.........Dang it, dang it! Why does no one understand that i MUST have this camera now?
Well, I still kept thinking about it all day. I talked to Pete about it again when he got home. He actually said I could have it. Just not yet. So now, I've stopped obsessing. He said we could probably get it before we go to Hawaii. *yeah!* We'll see. I might have a panic attack in the store and put it back. ( I do that sort of thing all the time)

Example 2 of brain take over:
Again, this happened yesterday. I'm on my way home (still thinking about the Nikon) and I stop at a red light. The car next to me goes right on through the red light. hey, that guy just ran a red light. I watch the cross traffic go....I watch pedestrians cross the street. The light is still red. And I'm looking right at it. All of a sudden my right foot lifts off the break, moves over to the accelerator and I move forward. I'm in the middle of the intersection when I look up and the light is still blaring red. WTH?!!! I just full on ran that red light after sitting there for like at least 60 seconds. What in the heck possessed me to go? It was so strange. I gasped out loud and looked around. And everyone is staring at me. What was I to do but keep going? Luckily, there was no cross traffic, and there were no pedestrians and about 5 or 6 seconds later the light actually did turn green.
Has this ever happened to you? It was just crazy!
*sigh* That's all I got I guess. Hoping for a good weekend. I think I'm going to go see my dad tomorrow. :)

Tuesday, July 10, 2007


Blagh. Why do I do this to myself? I've only in the past maybe 2 years or so decided that I like coffee. I am a coffee wimp. For those of you that go to Starbucks and order a Vente anything I say wow. If I order a Grande, that is pushing it. Mostly I can only handle a Tall. Anyways today I got here to work and for some reason I decided I needed 2 cups of coffee. I dont' know. Maybe it's the fact that I think I'm mildly lactose intolerant or just coffee in general is just too harsh for my system. But I'm practically bent over typing this. My tummy is just in knots right now! Note to self: ONE CUP IS ENOUGH. Blagh, blagh, blahg!
I digress...
I almost forgot my friend Ronda tagged me the other day. So here goes. 7 random things about me. (I don't know why, but this was kind of hard!)

1. I have never, ever, ever dyed my hair. Not even highlights. And I'm paranoid to do it. My hair is my one thing. People pay lots of money trying to get this color. Mine is natural so I figure why mess with it?
2. I sound like a little girl. Solicitors call my house and ask if my parents are home. If I'm in a particularly good mood, I'll tell them No, they left three days ago for the store and I haven't seen them since...I'm all alone and really scared. And then I quickly hang up. I'm sure I'll be punished somehow for that one, huh? I know, I'm evil aren't I? Bad Corey!
3. When I was in grade school and Jr. High I played the clarinet. In 7th grade I switched to the bass clarinet. They are huge. I was a nerd. I loved it.
4. I am scared of heights. Like if I'm on a ride at an amusement park, that's ok...But if I'm in a tall building I can't get near a window without feeling dizzy. (and I just happen to work on the 10th floor of this building!) Same thing if I'm in the mall on the 2nd story. Total freak out.
5. I'm also freaked out about escalators. I hate them. I'll ride them, but I have to really concentrate when getting on and off. I'm scared that my shoe lace will get stuck, or I'll trip getting on or off. And then there's the heights factor again. And the dizziness sets in.
6. i love scrapbooking. but you probably already knew that.
7. I had braces for about 4 years. Got them right about the time I started playing the bass clarinet. Great hair, freckles, braces and a band geek.

Well, that's all I got. I tag anyone who hasn't done this one yet. I know it's been going around for quite a while now. So if you haven't done it yet, DO IT! Cuz I said so. ;o)

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Where, oh where have I been?

Settle in, get a snack...this might be a long one....
So, where have I been? Well, nowhere interesting. Why did I take a break? Well, I thought if I posted one more time about how boring my job all might just think I was crazy. I went back and read some of my older posts and I just thought, wow...I sound so negative. I sound like I'm not a happy person. It just wasn't good. Because really, I AM a happy person. I really am. I was digging through some old stuff and found my journal from 12th grade English class. Dude, seriously, I was like Dang, do I EVER have anything positive to say? I remember my senior year being one of the best of my life...yet there in the journal it sounded like it was horrible. I talked about how bored I was all the time. (Sound familiar!?? ha ha ha!) But I realized something...that's just how I am. I've always used writing as a way of venting. I'm so afraid of confrontation that I tend to bottle up everything inside and let it out here. So anyways, I just needed a break. I needed to just hang out and enjoy life. I needed to relish in the positive and good. I spent time thinking, thinking, thinking. I'm an only child. Only children are great thinkers! I spent time reading, and scouring the Internet for creative inspiration, cuz that's kind of been a no-go lately too. I tried my hand at some art cards. I really liked my first one, but uh after that one I just couldn't do any more. We had BBQ last weekend and hung out with good friends. (here's Pete with his mouth wide open and a farmers tan. And Megan center stage on the table) We haven't done that in forever. It was really fun. On Wednesday (4th of July) it was just us. Just me and Pete and the kids. And that was really fun too. We just hung out and enjoyed the company of each other. It took some coaxing, but I finally got Pete to go up to the pool. (There's Jake with his silly floatation device that does absolutely nothing....especially since he will hardly get in the water!)We just had fun. Together.

And then there's me... (not bad, eh? I've lost about 15 pounds since January. Yeah for me!)

I've been thinking of my upcoming birthday. Yes it's the big 3-0. Dude, I have no idea what my problem is, but I can't even say it out loud. I can't even write it. One of my good friends had her birthday in January and it was like I could barley wish her a happy birthday. That is horrible isn't it? How selfish am I? Jeez. But in my mind it was like if I acknowledged that SHE was 30 then I had to accept the fact that I too was going to be 30. I certainly don't want to be 20 again. That is for sure. It was a fun time then, but I'm over it. I'd take 25 in a heart beat I suppose, or 26 because I was a mommy by then. And surely, I wouldn't give that up for anything. I've been married for 7 years. I've owned 2 houses, and I have a good job. I've been an adult for quite a while. But for some reason 30 seems like the point of no return. It's like once you hit 30 that's it. You have to be responsible and be a real grown up. At least that's what my head thinks. I know in my heart it doesn't really matter. I'm a firm believer in "you're only as old as you feel". And I don't feel much older than say...... 26 :o) I've been thinking of what's to come in the next 10 years. And I've decided that my 30's are really going to be great. I have 2 little kids that are going to grow up to be teenagers in the next 10 years. I remember how much I loved being a kid and I totally have that to look forward to with my kids. I've got little league, and soccer and ballet and piano lessons; summer vacations, kindergarten, and school plays all to look forward to. The last few years have been tough. You know, car seats and strollers and bottles and diapers. That's all about to go away. Yes, I've enjoyed it all but I feel like there's a whole new beginning out there waiting. So, I've accepted it. 25 days from now I will celebrate happily, the first anniversary of my 29th birthday!
Anyways, I need to get to bed. So more later I suppose.
Here's to enjoying life!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007


30 days till the 1st anniversary of my 29th birthday. *sigh*
Still officially on my blog break as I don't have anything inspiring to talk about. I've been working on a few things though...
Happy 4th of July everyone!! Today is my favorite holiday and I plan on making a good day out of it. Even if someone (a.k.a. PETE) is being a party pooper right now.