It's only 7:13 a.m. and I'm yawning already

Isn't my Max adorable?

The weekend is over but I am already looking forward to the next one since this one includes a holiday. What do people who don't work have to look forward to? I would like to thank Funny in my Mind for letting me know about the website that does these photo's. What fun I had!

So that was my weekend. I'm happy to say I passed the English and math placement test and am now a college student. In my 40's, really! I start school in October since I missed the Fall Flex I registration. I was busy, working, what can I say? I was going through the class catalog and the choices are endless but I have to take Algebra. There is no getting around it, my degree requires it. So I will have to start off with elementary algebra and work myself up to college algebra. Thank goodness I have a built in tutor with my husband. It feels like a Monday since I am so tired and in desperate need of coffee. I am off to start a hopefully short and productive week, hope yours is the same.

K

Trouble does not start with a T, it starts with an M, for Max.

I had a conversation with Max about his attitude lately, he's been just shy of misbehaving. I'd like to think he understood me but in reality I realize he didn't. Am I the only one who has conversations with their pet? When my husband isn't around, I tell Max all my secrets because let's face it. Whose he gonna tell? I know my secret is safe with him and he never passes judgement. This is why pets are invaluable to me. The feeling of peace and love I get from them is worth every dime I have to spend to keep them healthy. So when I heard on the news that in this economy people are giving up their pets I just had to say "HOLD ON A SECOND"! There are other things that I would give up like cable, cell phones, and movies before I gave up my dog. I made a commitment to be responsible for this animal's life and I intend to follow through on that not because I have to but because I want to. That's my rant for today, you may now feel free to go about your day.

Hey mama. Just hanging out behind the chair, nothing wrong here, no ma'am. Guilty? Not me, I didn't do anything, nope, nothing going on here at all.

We have been teaching Max to wait until we give him permission to do things. So we put treats on the floor right next to him and make him sit there until we are ready to release him. I love that no matter how badly he wants that treat on the floor, he won't look at it. He will just stare at us until we release him.

As crazy as he can drive me sometimes, I can't help but love him. My weakness? Max.

K

I think I'm an atheist now, he whispered.

I have a friend. Well, I have more than one friend, but the friend I am referring to whispered this line to me at lunch. This same friend spent a year studying Judaism so he could convert to the Jewish faith. He went to temple, celebrated all the Jewish holiday's and even tried to talk his partner in to converting. So imagine my surprise when he tells me he thinks he is an atheist and why was he even whispering? WHAT IN THE HELL?

Now he has always been out there in left field in his logic but this really surprised me. When I asked him what he did believe in, he said "mankind". Mankind? Wait, isn't this what Ebenezer Scrooge says in A Christmas Carol? Why the change of heart? He read a couple of books. I sighed out loud and asked him why he would you go through all this work to now become an atheist? Apparently, not all Jews who worship at the temple believe in the Almighty. This is news to me.

I just can't argue with this. Personally, I believe he became a Jew for the holidays and because they are more accepting of the gays than other religions. Remember on Seinfeld when that comedian became a Jew just for the jokes? Now I am not a religious person but I do have faith. Faith is what sustains me. Where would mankind be without faith? Scary thought. I totally respect his opinion, as crazy as it may be and yes, he reads this blog. We will probably both end up in hell for all the shit we do on a daily basis. Is it a sin to have a sense of humor about all things, including things that are sacred? I hope not, going to hell people, going to hell...

K

This is some strong ass coffee.

I stopped at a new coffee house this morning because they serve Seattle's Best Coffee. I miss Seattle and this is another reminder of one of my favorite cities. When Big Red and I were in our long distance relationship phase, he used to stop every morning for coffee while we chatted on the phone so this is more of a nice memory for me. I've added my creamer and Splenda but this is still some strong coffee. Maybe I'm just used to the weak coffee here at work, which I kind of like. I'm not a die hard coffee fan like some people here, I just like that it gives me energy while providing a nice, smooth taste.

Okay, so yesterday was not one of my better days. I called in fat. When I looked in the mirror, I felt like Jabba the Hut, thus the picture. When I got home my husband was waiting with a big hug and asked what he could do to help me. There wasn't anything he could do for me that he wasn't already doing. I have to take care of myself, end of story. We went for a walk and we ate lunch together before he left for work, so the day wasn't a total loss. It actually turned out to be a good day after all. I also worked out and felt much better. Why is it so much easier to take the easy road? I realize there are going to be good days and bad days but all I ask is the good outnumber the bad. Is that really too much to ask?

I had lunch with Little Gay R last week and we were having a conversation about the local farmers market. You know what he told me? He said "There are other things at the farmers market besides fruits and vegetables, for instance mushrooms." Yes, he said mushrooms. Which would imply that either he didn't realize a mushroom was a vegetable or he does, in fact, consider it a meat. Now I realize that mushrooms are technically a fungus but they are considered a vegetable for cooking, so I think I'm right. Either way, I laughed so hard, I cried. Good times.

K

There is no title that would even encompass all I have to say.

It is 6:30 a.m. and I am having the WORST day already. I don't even know why I am here at work. I went in my closet to pull out clothes for work and I had to try on 4 different shirts before I found one that finally fit right. What in the hell? By the time I put the 4th shirt on, I was in tears. Big old crocodile tears that fell on my "fat" shirt.

I spent a year of my life getting healthy and I have thrown all that away in a few short months and I am angry. Angry at myself for letting that happen. Other words that come to mind are discouraged, frustrated, annoyed, and damn mad, all at myself. I cried all the way to work and as I sit here at my desk, I have to wonder what I am even doing here today. I am in no frame of mind to get any work done. I have a black cloud over me and the last thing I want to do is interact with people and pass this shit on.

I have been so focused on making other changes in my life that I completely let this one go. I need to refocus and get my shit together. I need to get my mojo back and make working out a commitment not just a long term goal. I know Monday's are supposed to suck but not like this. I am shutting down my computer and going home where I intend to work out not just my body but my overwrought emotions. I am one sorry sight and no one needs to deal with that today.

K

Birthday cake nazi say "NO CAKE FOR YOU"!

We had birthday cake at work last week and I didn't eat one single slice. I wanted to but I just went back to my office after singing my off key happy birthday song. Don't I get a medal for that or something? Geez.

K

This is why I can't get any work done.

I have no time to blog because I am very busy at work, can't you tell? Honestly, I'm not sure what is going on in this picture. A choir, a religious cult, a weird gang of roving mimes? Perhaps they are trying to look non chalant and unposed? Notice how I am behind the camera, at my desk, with no time for such foolish nonsense as posing.

I'm really not feeling all that funny lately and I'm actually too hungry to expand on that thought right now. Back to being very busy...

K

Random Monday Mania

I found this picture of Big Red and Little Red at Target. They were shopping in the children's dept for furniture, I don't know why but it seemed funny at the time. How can it be Monday, again? I mean I know how, but why so soon? It was a perfectly fine weekend with a couple of naps thrown in here and there. Sunday we were down in San Marcos to watch my sister in law do a duathlon and I had no idea how hard those things were. She ran for 5K, biked for 30K, than ran for another 5K. WTH? Who came up with this form of torture? People pay money to take this kind of abuse. It's healthy but brutal.

The whole thing took about 2 and half hours but we had fun hanging out, meeting people and petting dogs. You ever see someone and wonder what is going on with them? Like why they are doing something or wearing something weird? Well my brother in law, Rob, is one of those people who will just go and ask. This is why I love my in-laws, they are funny! We met so many more people just hanging out with Rob while Missy competed. He wasn't afraid to just walk up to people and ask them why they dropped out or why they were carrying their bike instead of riding it. Hilarious!

Today I woke up late. GASP! The alarm didn't go off so instead of 5:15, it was 5:36 when I opened my eyes. If that shit doesn't wake you up, I don't know what will. I managed to scramble and be out the door by 6:15, even after eating breakfast. I haven't been sleeping well lately and I tossed and turned for a while last night, even though I was exhausted. I fear that I am having a slight problem with anxiety. It has come to visit me at night and the physical effects are kicking my ass. There are a lot of changes going on in my life and I guess I am not handling them as well as I thought I was. I try to portray a calm and authoritative exterior but inside is a different story. Whenever I feel anxious, it manifests itself in my stomach and affects me physically. Sucks.

I hope that waking up late is not an omen of things to come this week. Cue the foreboding music.

K

Nose to the grindstone and whatever that implies.

Is it worse to be bitchy or boring?

Yesterday was not a good day for me. By the end of the day, I was emotionally spent. I had just had it with everyone and every thing that I came across. What was charming and funny the day before, was annoying and tiring the next day. You ever have one of those days? Days where your cup runneth over? Well mine overflowed and I walked straight from the front door to the bedroom and went to bed.

I fell asleep instantly and was woken up an hour and a half later by my husband asking me what I wanted for dinner. I slept hard and didn't really feel much better after I woke up. I had a headache and I wasn't in a much better mood. I ended up crying to make myself feel better but what I was crying about I couldn't really tell you.

After having a conversation with myself this morning on the pros and cons of calling in sick, I sucked it up and came to work. Vowing to end this week on a high note, easier said than done. I have things to finish and I have promised myself not to complain "out loud" about anything. Days like this come and go like the tide and I just need to ride it out and focus on the positive things, like the fact that today is Friday.

I think I will keep my head down today and stay under the radar by working hard. Shouldn't I really be doing this every day anyway instead of trying to have fun at work?

K

The essence of mathematics is not to make simple things complicated, but to make complicated things simple. What the?

I hate math. I realize hate is a strong word, maybe not strong enough in this instance. Any kind of math. Math is the devil to me. I've never been very good at it since high school. Now I do realize I am an accountant but this takes a very different kind of math. One that involves this amazing invention called an adding machine that does my thinking for me. I may have a fear of math (not as great as my fear of sharks) and I definitely have an aversion to math. Is it just me? It is isn't it? But all that aside, I need to know math. I have to take a placement test to get in to college. I graduated from high school over 25 years ago and now I have to take a test to get back in to school. Somehow this just seems so wrong.

I looked over the sample test and OMG! I skipped like 10 questions in a row because apparently, I am dumb. We're talking fractions, long division, algebra, trigonometry... I am like stunned that I am so completely incapable of understanding basic equations that I think I must be missing the math gene. It could be a birth defect, I don't know. It may also be that I am so paralyzed by fear that it is all in my head and I have already doomed myself to failure. Big Red bought me a math book so now I have to go study. You know what really sucks? Red can do any kind of math in his sleep, he is some kind of idiot savant with math. Math is the new devils taint, not facebook. Math may very well be the death of me. She died by math, math killed K, put it on my tombstone. If I get to heaven and it is filled with mathematicians, I'm going to be one pissed off bitch.

K

Let me cheer you up with my positve and uplifting post. Not.

Why are there so many pictures on the Internet of cats doing weird things? Here's the thing...I am unhealthy. I was doing great a year ago. I was on a roll with my eating well, working out, right frame of mind...all the things that are essential to getting healthy. I'm not sure where all that went. I don't eat as poorly as I used to but the working out? Poof. Could play dumb here but I let my gym membership lapse and it all went downhill after that. Thing is, I can really feel it. This morning and every morning when I get dressed I get mad when something feels snug. I blame it on being bloated lately but guess what? I'M JUST FAT, NOT BLOATED. I'm back in my fat pants and since I am not a clown in a circus, this is not a good place to be.

Big Red is doing so well and is dedicated to running again. Get this, he actually likes it now! I'm not sure running would be for thing, but I have got to get moving again. I feel so old lately. I miss being in that zone and feeling good. I can't wait for the weather to change so we can get back to hiking on the weekends, damn these Texas summers. Back to the treadmill in the spare bedroom and my walk and jog DVD's. With fall right around the corner, I think it's time to start the next phase in my life. Many changes coming my way. Remind me again, change is a good thing right?

K

Feel like wasting some time? You've come to the right place.

Wow, H and Monkey Boy sure do love gigantic pretzels, don't they? I haven't posted in a few days because I usually do it first thing in the morning and well...I have been working, hard. We have an audit coming up next month and every spare moment is taken up preparing for that. I wish I had an assistant or something. Oh wait, I do. Apparently, she can't do anything now because she is one month pregnant and it has already started. "Oh my back" has been said on numerous occasions along with "I can't pick up that box, I'm pregnant". While I am happy for her on her little bundle of joy, I still need to get some quality work from her. I have no other expression than oy vey, again.

We had a good and busy weekend. We went to see George Lopez Saturday night and I had no idea it was live on HBO. I know they said it numerous times but I was thinking they were just filming it to show later. If I had realized it was LIVE LIVE I would have streaked or something. He was quite political but funny and after thinking about it, I realized I couldn't really relate to some of his humor, even though I found it hysterical. I am Hispanic but I have no cultural reference to look back at other than the Hawaiian culture. We were raised in Hawaii with all things Hawaiian, language, food, music, dance, etc... My mom speaks Spanish fluently and was raised here in Texas but we came home speaking pidgin English, not Spanish. The only thing I really got from my mom was my love of tortillas in every meal. Everything else I acquired is from my dad. It is an odd dynamic to know I am Hispanic but not be able to relate to it in the same way as my friends here, who were raised in the culture, do.

I have also been busy doing my research on colleges, financial aid and student loans. Do you realize this is so much easier when you are a teenager and can just expect your parents to do all this for you? It's almost enough to make me not want to do it but more on that later. I have to actually do some work here sometimes. Happy Monday.

K

The smell lingers on...

Some brainless person burned their lunch in the kitchen yesterday and it was awful. Whose office do you suppose is right next to the kitchen? The stench was unbearable yesterday. It burned my eyes, nose and throat and even through my closed door, after lysol, I could still smell it. You ever smell burned popcorn? Multiply this by 10.

I walk in today and it is still here and my nose has started burning and I am coughing. What the hell? What did she kill in that kitchen yesterday? It's bad enough having allergies but put this on top of it and I am thinking of calling it a day at 7:45 a.m. Too soon?

Today is Big Red's birthday. How fortune that today is the day my favorite person in the world was born. I can't wait to spend the evening with my baby. Happy Birthday, my love.

K

A day late and a dollar short

So June over at Bye Bye Pie (still don't know how to insert a link, damn) did a day in the life with photos and encouraged her readers to do the same. I was supposed to do it on Saturday and forgot so I did Sunday instead, what can I say? I apologize now that it wasn't a terribly interesting day, but it was a typical Sunday for us. Shall we?

The day started at 7:30 a.m. with me waking up and realizing Big Red was already gone. Max was right there next to me with his sleepy eyes and Peaches (his ball). Max has been though many toys, I have no idea what happens with some of them. Kirby was his last ball and though we have looked everywhere, we can't find it. I suspect he has buried it somewhere to get another one. He probably sells them to the neighborhood dogs.

First priority, laundry. I hate when I leave clothes in the dryer overnight, wrinkle much? Every time we open the laundry room door, Max rushes in because we keep his treats and leash in here. I think he wanted to go for a walk.

Hold on to your seat folks, it only gets more riveting from here on? DISHES! How much fun are we having now? We have a dishwasher, yet we still manage to leave dishes in the sink because the effort of putting them in the dishwasher is just too much. Notice my Senseo coffee maker right next to the sink yet I stop at McDonalds every day for coffee, don't ask.

Yeah, Big Red is home from his run. He is currently training for a half marathon in November so he is doing time trials every Sunday morning while me and my big butt are sleeping in. He is obviously in much better shape than I am and this should truly inspire me to work out more. Not so much.

Notice Max is so excited that Big Red is home that he has to pee on the neighbors tree in the front yard. Every time we let him out the front door he pees on that same tree. I'm not sure what Max has going on with that tree, but he is marking his territory.

Having my brunch of roasted chicken in a carb balance tortilla. Yes, it may seem odd to you but I grew up on tortillas and eat just about anything in them. My older brother used to put peanut butter and jelly, that is pretty much my limit. They are an easy clean up!

Time to straighten up the living room. It's just the two of us plus Max so I have no idea how we mess up the couch this bad. Notice how my plant is missing from the second picture, it was crying out for some attention. I don't know why I bother keeping so many plants in the house when I am always forgetting to feed them. Thank goodness they can't talk.

It was noon and time to get moving! We got dressed and made a stop at H's house to check up on his babies. He and monkey boy are out of town for a couple of days and I promised to look after these two little monkeys. How cute are they? The girl just wanted some love and attention but the the boy was indifferent. So like real life, no?

Next stop? HEB for some Tres Leches cake!! You know if you ever ask me to bring dessert over, this is what it will be, I am addicted. I have accepted this, now you have to as well. Hi, I'm K and I'm a Tres Lechesaholic.

Dessert was for my parents since we were having a late lunch/dinner there. My dad is finally home from Hawaii! He was gone for a couple of months and we are happy to have him back. I had to catch up on all the family news from Hawaii, so what better way but to do that over a meal of baby back ribs. My parents are so cute!

The men were watching golf on T.V. Do you see what golf does? I've always thought golf was boring and here is my proof. They can argue all they want on how stimulating golf is but yet again, pictures do not lie.

We headed home and Big Red had to watch Big Brother. I used to watch it the first few years and then I just got tired of all the drama. It was always the same thing with just different people. I sat with him for about 20 minutes and then I had to leave him to it. Summer T.V. sucks.
The day finally ended at 9:30 where it should always end, in bed. Big Red had to get up 2:45 the next morning as he has the VERY EARLY shift at work on Monday's. It blows. I went in the bedroom with him and read until 10 and my eyelids starting getting heavy. Max, as usual, fell asleep in between us and was out before I was. It was a good day and I had fun catching up with my parents. I realize this may be boring to most people but it is a good life. As fun as it used to be to go out drinking until 2 a.m., I'm kind of past that phase in my life and am much happier being a homebody.

K