Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas

(And thanks Beth, I think I'm having this kind of tree next year)

Anyway, this can be a rough time of year for a lot of people, especially if you're missing or have lost someone you love.  It's odd for me this year because I have been missing my father for the first time in many, many years.  When he died, we weren't on the best of terms, although he had made an effort.  He tore our family apart, and yet, I'll always love him.  Why?  Because he is who he is.  And because he, more than anyone I really know, has made me the person that I AM today.

But it's okay, Dad, I won't hold THAT against you.

I guess having a father that wasn't exactly Father of the Year material has helped in a lot of ways.  I persevere.  I get by until I can get through.  I try to be the very best wife and mother that I damn well can be.  I often fail miserably just when I'm needed most, but I put that foot forward and I DO IT, fail or succeed. 

And I hope that, if anything, that my girls can learn at least that much from me.  That I love them enough to stick my neck out and take chances just to enrich their lives.

So, I'm not the religious type nor am I the type to go on and on about what I'm thankful for, etc. I believe in telling those that you're thankful for that you ARE every time you can.  No need to make lists or shout outs over here.  I do my best and if that isn't enough, I doubt I'll ever make you happy. 

I believe in the season, pagan or not, I do believe. 

I also obviously believe in babbling because um, well, I do it rather well, don't I?

So, on that note:


Blessings, best wishes, and here's to another year full of good friends, better food, and the best books and music we can find!

~Your Favorite (admit it, it's true!) Crazy Lady thinking about butterflies in December...

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas Carols for the Psychologically Challenged

1) Schizophrenia---- Do You Hear What I Hear, the Voices, the Voices?

2) Amnesia-- I Don't Remember If I'll be Home for Christmas

3) Narcissistic-- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

4) Manic-- Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And...........

5) Multiple Personality Disorder----We Three Queens Disoriented Are

6) Paranoid---Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us

7) Borderline Personality Disorder--- You Better Watch Out, You Better not Shout, I'm Gonna Cry, and I'll not Tell You Why

8) Full Personality Disorder--- Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire

9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

10) Agoraphobia---I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House

11) Senile Dementia---Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe

12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder---I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus ... So I Burned Down the House

13) Social Anxiety Disorder---Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -- While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

And finally, a favorite...
14) Attention Deficit Disorder--We Wish You......Hey Look!! It's Snowing!!!

Merry Christmas from your favorite delusional, mentally unstable Crazy Lady

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

No More

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No more small, fuzzy animals for me.  It breaks my heart every time I lose one of them.  Last night, I put Destiny back into her cage, gave her a treat and went to give one to Butterfinger as well.  He didn’t even stir when I opened the cage.  I knew then that something was wrong.

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His little body was sooo cold, but he was still moving, but just barely so I sat and I held him until he didn’t move any more.  I don’t know what went wrong; he was fine Monday night, up and running in his wheel. 

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Butterfinger lived with us for fourteen wonderful months.  I have no idea how old he was when we brought him home, but we enjoyed every minute we had with him.  When we took him home, we had been told that he’d been beaten up by another hamster and had been in ‘rehab’ (HA!  Hammie Rehab!).  And you know what?  For having been bullied and abused, he was the sweetest, most loving animal I have ever had in my life.  I’m going to miss him a lot. 

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And even now, I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes because I just can’t lose another pet.  My poor battered heart can’t take it.  I just hope he knows how much we loved him and how badly I feel for not knowing there was something wrong.  My poor baby Butterfinger… Wonder if he’ll still be Jabba the Hamster once he’s over the Bridge?

~Your terribly sad Hamster-Loving Crazy Lady

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Cowboys and Margaritas

Gotta love National Finals Rodeo time in Las Vegas.  Cowboys.  Are.  Everywhere.  As an old boss of mine used to say, "You'll be driving down the Strip and all you'll see is a taxi full of hats."  And it's a beautiful thing.

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I must admit, however, that my favorite part of NFR is all the cheap and free country concerts.  I swear, darn near every country singer is in town during these ten days.  And since there are so many shows, the prices drop like crazy!  Well, unless you want to see Big & Rich at the Hilton, but that's neither here nor there.

I had been thinking of seeing Gary Allan this year until Zan discovers something even better.  Blake Shelton.  At the Silverton.  And the best part?  Tickets: $35!  SCORE!  The only bad thing?  I had JUST seen him in Primm on October 18th with Miranda Lambert.  Zan shook his head at me a few times and insisted I buy tickets.  It's my Christmas present, but hello!  I can deal with that!

He just won't ever let me forget that in 2008, I have seen Blake THREE TIMES.  What?

So, we drop the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa's and come back home for a bit.  I fix lunch, and we watch the newest Batman movie to kill time.  Show time isn't until 10 PM because of the rodeo, but hey, this is VEGAS BABY, if you can't find something to occupy you in a town that never closes, you need serious help.

The Silverton Hotel & Casino is just on the outskirts of town, but not horribly far out.  So, we leave around 7 PM to go and have dinner and possibly cruise through the Bass Pro Shops while we're there.  On the ride out, we have a moment of panic.  I'd forgotten that the Silverton doesn't really have a venue for concerts.  In 2006, we saw Blake there for the first time... outside... by the pool.  Any other December day we'd have been fine with that.  But, for some bizarre reason, yesterday the temps dropped and 20 MPH winds moved in.  Great.  Just Great.

Thankfully, when we made out stop to pick up the tickets, the ever so kind gentleman at the counter informed us that the show was indeed outside, however, it was in a fully heated tend.  Thank you!  LOL  After grabbing the tickets, we went to a little Mexican restaurant for dinner.  I had some very yummy cheese enchiladas while Zan opted out for some carne asada-like tacos.  And that's when the drinking started... I had two margaritas with dinner.  Had I known they were going to forget to charge me for them, I'd have had another!

Since seating was general admission (and thus the ever-so-cheap ticket prices), we had to line up early.  But, we weren't all that concerned about having the 'best' seats, even if we wanted to be up close.  Doors opened at 9 PM and we headed out, stupidly, at 8:45.  We stood in the FREEZING cold wind for an hour waiting to get inside.  (Note to Blake: If you ever see this, know that THIS is proof that this desert rat LURVES you!)  However, the kind Silverton people let us all in at 8:45, which made me ever so happy (and my fingers too).

The show, as always, was great.  We had been second in line and got front row seats.  SCORE again!  Well, until everyone started rushing the stage. LOL  But even so, still could see great and he looked and sounded fantastic! 

Zan had ordered me another margarita while I was hanging at the goodie stand picking out my new t-shirt (a magenta baby doll with "Home" and an abstract design on it), so I was feeling no pain by the time the show started.  He did a first set of all his hits, including songs like "Home", "Austin", "Some Beach", his current single "She Wouldn't Be Gone" and my all-time favorite, "Playboys of the Southwestern World" (because, after all, this IS a song about best friends). 

Amidst a whole lotta whooping and hollering, he returned to the stage for a second set of country standards like "Redneck Girls" (a must for him it seems), "I Love a Rainy Night", "Driving My Life Away" (he was also on an Eddie Rabbitt kick, it seems), and John Anderson's "Black Sheep".  He finished it all up with what seems to be his favorite closing song, "Ol' Red." 

Zan loves to tease me about my Blake addiction.  He finds it utterly amusing that I moved from Tim McGraw to Blake.  He got the whole Tim thing, I mean, Tim is a mega star.  Blake?  Not so much.  But he has his loyal fans (BSers, how appropriate is that?) and constantly puts out some of the best music on the radio (when you can get the radio to play it... unless you have XM and they are the BEST!).  He may never reach Kenny or Tim status, but he is it for me.  And as a reaffirmation of just WHY I do love him so much, he cracked jokes, picked on himself, and messed with the audience all throughout the show.  My two requirements in a man are #1: honesty and #2: a sense of humor.  I have no doubt that Blake possesses both (shhh... and so does my Zan, in double measures).

So, if you ever get a chance to go see him, do it.  He puts on a rocking, fun-loving show that you will never forget.  And the smaller the venue, the better.  For more pics, go here, and feel free to leave a comment here or on the pictures.

I'm also guessing that right now is probably not the best time to tell you that we stopped at The Mermaid Lounge for another drink after the show... LOL  Yeah, I was nice and toasty by the time we returned to the safety of our own place.  But it was beyond worth it.  My man loves me and put up with yet another country concert for my benefit.  One of these days, I WILL make him into a fan.  :)


Friday, December 12, 2008


Stolen from a letter sent to an injured employee from our worker’s comp claims administrator:

We are in receipt of your industrial claim filed on your behalf for the referenced body part.

Again, I say… HUH?  Can’t they say ‘for the referenced injury or incident’?  ‘For the referenced body part’ sounds like something out of a horror movie.  And a bad one at that.



Sunday, December 7, 2008


I'm tired!  And it's only just now 12:30.  LOL

So far this morning, I've made Oatmeal Scotchies and Blueberry Walnut Cookies (don't have the recipe up yet, sorry.  Keep checking here though).  I've also roasted some cashews for some fudge I'm going to make in a bit. 

At the moment, I have a chicken roasting in the oven for the chicken and noodles I'm making for dinner.  As soon as I can flip the bird (ha ha), I'm going to make some Pumpkin Pie Fudge and some Honey Nut White Fudge (hence the honey roasted cashews). 

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?  Well, it'd be better if I could keep all the vultures out of my goodies!  Wonder if I can sneak in a batch of barbecued mixed nuts too?

Okay, and now that it's taken me twenty minutes to type this... LOL  Off to make my fudge!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Yes, I am a College Graduate


Okay… so I get a fax from a contractor asking for some changes to an invoice.  In this case, it means more money, so hey, I’m there. 

This is the note on the fax:

Retention needs to be bill in full before retention billing can be excepted. 

Huh?  Okay, bill instead of billed is probably just a typo.  I know I forget endings on words quite often.  But HELLO!  accepted NOT excepted!  What the hell is wrong with people these days?  It’s simple basic freaking vocabulary!

Or, am I expecting too much out of people?  If you’re going to work in a field where you will be sending out correspondence to other people PLEASE understand the basic concepts of grammar, punctuation and the ENGLISH LANGAUGE!

</rant for now>

The Crazy HTML mangling Lady who, by the way, never actually graduated college but does know the difference between their, there, and they’re.

Thursday, December 4, 2008


I got a new book in the mail today.  The Warning Label Book by Joey Green, Tony Dierckins, and Tim Nyberg.

This book is stuffed full of REAL warning labels as well as some of the stories that spurred companies to add them to their products.  The best part?  The commentary that comes along with each warning label.

Found on the instruction sheet of a Conair Pro Style 1600 hair dryer:

WARNING: Do not use in shower.  Never use while sleeping.

And never blow-dry your hair while you're sleeping in the shower.


Here's your sign.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Kids and Their Mouths

So last night Zan decides I need a night off <insert eye roll here> and shouldn’t have to cook.  I’m immediately suspicious, but not overly so, we haven’t eaten in a restaurant in months. 

We’re outside and my younger child, Mischief, looks into the sky and stares at the sliver of moon visible.  She grins and says, “I can see the dark side of the moon!”  Zan and I stop in our tracks, laughing so hard that both children stare at us.  He accuses me of corrupting them with Pink Floyd and I deny it (I just never thought of it, to be honest).  What we think she meant was that she could see the dark part of the moon, but who knows with that kid.

Fast forward to the parking lot.  Driving in, I see a young woman in a prom-type dress and wonder if it might be Homecoming night, although it’s a bit late in the year for that.  Didn’t think too much on it until we’re getting out of the car and see two more girls dressed in similar dresses and a young man in a tux.  Something’s certainly going on.

We go in and have a seat.  Our waitress takes our drink orders and we wait.  As we’re sitting there, Zan starts to laugh and says, “Nope, not Homecoming.”  I look up and see a lady in a wedding dress come in with her entire wedding party.  Now I’m laughing.  I mean, we’re in an upscale bar-type restaurant. 

Princess is watching the bride intently and then frowns suddenly.  I ask what was wrong and she tells me the bride is creepy.  WHAT?  “Yeah, creepy, Mama.  Her make up and eye shadow and just creepy!”  Oh.  Mah.  Gawd.  LOL  I’m so glad they were quite far away from us. 

On a side note, I mentioned a certain someone coming to concert and Zan tells me to buy tickets.  Despite the tickets only being $35 each, I inform him that we’re just too broke with Christmas coming up and all.  Any other time, I could have worked it out, but not this time of year.  He tells me to buy the damn tickets.  He’s smiling and I can’t figure out why.  Finally, he spills.  He got his Christmas bonus.  So, I’m buying the damn tickets!  LOL

I’m so loved. LMAO.

~The Crazy Blake Lady (yet again this year)