You know you have ADD when you're putting away groceries and somehow the strawberry ice cream ends up in the fridge but the sour cream is in the freezer.

You Are Dr. Pepper

You're very unique and funky, yet you still have a bit of traditionalism to you. People who like you think they have great taste... and they usually do. Your best soda match: Root Beer Stay away from: 7 Up

PS - a tow truck almost ran me off the road last night and I blew out my driver's side tire. I hate this city with a passion. Thank God for the fine (and I do mean FINE) gentlemen at Discount Tire on Westheimer and Wilcrest. There was also a razor blade (!!!!) in my back tire that was causing it to leak and they patched it up for free.

PPS - I'll write more later about Mother's Day, the state of my dog's teeth and the goddamn Grey's Anatomy finale.

Wow, do I ever suck at updating. I wish I had some sort of great excuse but really, I just haven't been on the computer that much. They (finally) fixed my car and I have it back now but the company's insurance decided that they didn't want to pay for anything other than our deductible. We declined (cause then it'd look like it was my fault and it wasn't which would then cause OUR insurance to sky rocket) and the agent had the nerve to go the hell off on me. She said that I was LUCKY I wasn't killed (no shit?) and that I obviously make wide turns and if SHE was the cop, she would have given me a ticket. I told her that I was lucky I didn't get killed, I didn't make wide turns and she wasn't the cop on the scene because he gave HER client two moving violations while I received nothing. I did get a ticket for no license because I didn't have a Texas license but all I have to do is go back to court on June 14th and show one to them. I went last week but I had the temporary paper license that they give to you in Texas (or at least Houston) for the first 2-6 weeks while they mail out your real license and apparently, the court won't accept that. Soo, I have to go back again in June which is fine with me. The guy that hit me was at court as well - he received a ticket for no license, no insurance and the two moving violations. He kept asking me if I was okay and if my car was fixed - quite odd.

It's past noon now which means I must hurry up and get ready for work. I hate this weather right now - it's 85 degrees and it's not even June yet. Kill me now, would ya?

My desert island music (stolen from Amelia and Sarah)

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The truck that hit me is not on the company's insurance policy.

I am still driving a rental car because my car is still in the shop.

I bought the best "tea" at the Farmer's Market a few weeks ago. It's just peppermint oil, leaves and some fructose for sweetness but it's perfect.The lady who was selling it was giving out samples and warning everyone that it was very potent. But I love mint so I tried some and I'm so glad I did - it's delicious. Keeping with the tea theme, I am also loving my electric kettle. It was probably the best 15 dollars (thank you Amazon!) I've ever spent considering how much hot and iced tea we drink. In the last week so far I've made iced sweet ginger peach, hot Moroccan mint and ginger spice with some fresh ginger root for good measure. Looooove it.

I have to look into throwing a baby shower for Nicole - she is due in October so I have enough time but I have a bad feeling a lot of the people at work won't feel like providing any monetary support.

Speaking of the Farmer's Market, we went back last weekend (yes, again) with Yola and I somehow ended up tending to a baby goat. Yes, you read that correctly. The goat farmer brought along a goats and he was holding one of them on a piece of string when we arrived. Yola and I both started squealing because, hello, baby ANYTHING = mush. Then the farmer hands me the piece of string and tells me to watch over the goat while he talks to some customers. That's fine except after five minutes or so, he still wasn't back so we tried to move towards his stand. It sounded like a great plan except that, well, the goat wasn't nearly as into it as Yola and I were. In fact, every time that we would so much as tug on the string, he would start, uh, yelling or neighing or screaming or whatever noise it is that a kid makes when they're in obvious distress. So we stood there laughing our asses off while all these different people kept coming up and looking at us like we're insane for having a pet goat! Finally the farmer comes back over and we're like "the goat hates us! We're bad goat mommies!" and he shows us how to HERD the freaking' goat instead of leading it on the leash. It was still hilarious - I don't have any pictures since I left my phone at home but Yola had hers so I'll have to remember to ask her for them. There were also goslings (baby geese), another goat and EVERYONE had their dogs which quite amusing since most of them were petrified of the goats.

( It can't get any better than shrieking goats... )

It's not even a year old yet!!!!! GAH!

I was sideswiped by a fucking MOVING TRUCK today. The car is fucked up but I'm (thankfully) alive and okay.


That is all for now.

I've received a couple (okay, two) LiveJournal "nudges" since I last updated so I figured it was time to make all (okay, two) my adoring fans happy and write a few lines.

The new apartment is so sweet and I could spend forever talking about it so let's just say that it's very nice and I'll post pictures very soon.

The main reason that I haven't been updating is because we (finally) trashed my old desk from high school that was falling apart and bought a new one. The only thing is that it is still sitting in my car waiting to be unloaded. I swear (to myself, my husband, and everyone that has looked in the study and asked "why is the computer on the floor?") that I will bring it in today and Christopher can set it up. It's nothing fancy, just another 50 dollar flat-packed desk from Target but it looks nice and it was just time to get rid of the old one. It served it's purpose for a VERY long time (I got my first computer in 1997 and since I was paying for it, my parents bought me the desk) and I shall miss it very much. Okay, I won't but I feel bad for throwing out something that was technically usable so I'm trying to get rid of the guilty feeling.

I'm at work right now and I'm on my lunch. Yes, I get off work at 10pm and I'm eating my "lunch" at 8:30. I guess I'll write more about that and everything else that has been going on later. I'll try my best to get the desk set up this evening but if not, I guess I'll find some time to get on this weekend. I'm off but there is still some unpacking (books, mostly) to do and I have so many places to go. Christopher's mother is coming over on Saturday along with April, Dave and the baby but before that, we still have to go to Target, the grocery store, the mall and I would also like to check out the farmer's market. I am hoping that since it's March in Houston, there will be some strawberries but I am not getting my hopes up. The local grocery store had them on sale for 1.50 each and I swear, they barely made it IN the house before I ate them all. Thankfully, Christopher's step-mother is as much of a strawberry aficionado as I am and she told Christopher that she wants to take me to one of the strawberry farms sometime this spring. Sadly, all I have right now is a tangelo and a Diet Cherry Coke but it'll do.

Wow, hey, look - I'm alive! I cannot wait until this move is finally over and I'll have five days off with Christopher. I requested three days off that just so happened (not) to be the three days after my weekend off. Then the woman that does the scheduling gave me Thursday as my scheduled off day so I'm off next Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Then I work Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and I'm off Tuesday then off again that weekend. Needless to say, I'm counting down the days until Friday.

I am supposed to be back on the phones right now but the OP II said that since the other girl here with us decided to take a 25 minute break instead of 15, I should take "as long as needed" on my break. But I really have nothing else to say so I guess I'm going to go back to my station and look at living room furniture (we decided and purchased a sectional and bedroom suite but there is still the issue of coffee table and TV stand) for the next five hours or so.

I am so nervous today, I don't know why. I keep fidgeting, glancing at the clock and wishing this day would hurry up already. I'm sure it has nothing to do with me being off tomorrow, right? No, of course not. I'm also quite certain that it isn't about the fact that we are moving in nine days.

Tomorrow is my off day but I'm going to be spending it running all over. I have a dentist appointment at 3:00, lunch with my husband at noon, a trip to the post office to fill out a change of address somewhere in between and then we also have to stop by the new apartment so we can see the actual apartment we're moving into before the move-in date. I probably need to make a trip to the grocery store as well to buy some stuff to tide us over until we move because once the pots and pans are packed up, there isn't much to eat other than maybe a (stale) bag of chocolate chips and lots of pasta that can't even be cooked.

All right, my lunch is over in two minutes and a cup of hot chocolate is screaming my name.

My life would be so boring without all the drama. I mean, there isn't MUCH drama but the little drama that there is - it's soooo amusing.

Lisa "Spud" Marie Insert-Your-Last-Name-Here, if you do not call me in the next three days, I am spending my entire IRS refund check on a plane ticket to Greensboro, North Carolina. I will proceed to kidnap you, stuff you in my (HUGE) knockoff purse and bring you back to Houston with me. We have a spare bedroom in the new apartment so it's not like we won't have any room. Please consider yourself warned.

I just got a sneak peak at next month's schedule - I had asked for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off since I am off that weekend and we are moving on those days. Not only did I get those four days in addition to the weekend, I also got Thursday scheduled as my off day so I'm off for six whole days straight. Sure, a good two or three of those will be spent unpacking, fixing up the new place and shopping at IKEA with Yola because my husband refuses to step foot in that store ever again, but the other three days are all mine. Christopher took off the same days so it'll be nice to get out and do some stuff. It'll be almost like a vacation! I am so excited and it's not even because of the Ritalin for once.

My (HUGE) glass of water is empty and my break is up in exactly one minute so I guess this means I'm done for now.

1 pint of strawberry ice cream + a glass of Diet Coke w/ Splenda = breakfast of champions.


I never again want to hear my husband claim that he can't tell when it's "that time of the month".

I was filling out some random survey that someone had sent to me on my Yahoo account since I'm at work and I have the time. One of the questions was "name the jobs that you've had" and it was after I hit a dozen that I realized something - I've had a LOT of jobs. Part of it has to do with the fact that my parents insisted I get my work permit once I turned fourteen and who the hell wants to stick to one thing when they're fourteen? So a good four or five of the jobs are ones that I had during high school. Then we have the seasonal jobs, the two jobs at one time, and the anything will do until something better comes along jobs. There are also the jobs that I had to find when I moved to Iowa/Alabama/Texas and the jobs that I had to find when I moved back from Iowa and Alabama. So there is a reason to my madness but that doesn't make it any less amusing when I show my co-worker the almost page long list of jobs that I've had since I was thirteen years old and feeding my mother's supervisor's horses for 30 bucks a week. She didn't actually believe that I had worked at so many places so she asked for detailed descriptions of each job which, of course, I gave her.

They wanted to order pizza for lunch but I had to politely decline. I feel bad because they said they weren't going to order any at all because one pizza would be too much for just the two of them but I had my reasons. I only have my credit card on me and that would mean they would have to give ME cash while I put the entire order on my card. Besides, I really didn't need pizza when I had a big salad and a can of chicken noodle soup in the lunchroom. They always make fun of me for my "healthy" lunches but then wonder why my pants are "literally falling right off" these days. Gee, I wonder, could it be that while they are pigging out on pizza/pound cake/kung pao chicken/burritos/fried chicken/brownies/whatever else someone felt like ordering or making, I'm spending my lunch breaks eating a small, nutritious meal followed by a huge glass of water and a walk around the hospital? Nah, I'm sure walking and eating right have nothing to do with weight loss and I'm just being silly. I forgot my iPod at home today so that's why I'm on LiveJournal instead of walking because without the iPod, it's boring as all hell. I'll usually start out in our building, walk to the yellow elevators, take it down to the first floor, go outside to the ER lobby and walk around the hospital until I end up back at the ER lobby. It's probably not a REALLY long walk but it's maybe half a mile or so, if not more, and if I have the time and/or feel like it, sometimes I'll do two or three rounds. If I have some money on me and I feel so inclined, I'll also sometimes walk down the street, cross over, then walk back up the street (about a block and a half or so) to the Starbucks then make my purchase and walk back the same way. I hate walking at home but that's because I feel like everyone is looking at me whereas in the Medical Center, it's always busy and everyone is always walking so I don't feel out of place.

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I wish Third Eye Blind would make a new album. I miss them and I really want to see them in concert again although I don't know if Christopher would be too happy about that. I don't care - I just wish they would make some music again.

All right, back to packing up stuff.

McDonald's side salad w/ Kraft Light Caesar dressing and some torn up string cheese is actually quite tasty.

PS - I get really pissy when I drink tons of water (100 ounces ) every day and then drink nothing but soda, tea and hot chocolate for two days because the water cooler was broken.

PPS - I really need to get started with packing up the apartment. We are moving in 22 days and nothing except for books and winter clothes are packed.

PPPS - Who watched House last night? "Ritalin - it's like cocaine for suburban housewives". I want that on a t-shirt, you guys.

The IRS rejected my e-file because, apparently, my date of birth - you know, the one I've been celebrating all my life and the one on my drivers license - well, it's incorrect. They have a different one on file and according to the man I spoke today, they won't tell me what my real date of birth is. Actually, I lie - his exact words were "it may have been a typo". A TYPO!!!!! I asked him exactly how that happens and he said "we make mistakes too - we are only people". Gah! I am so mad and I know I shouldn't be since all I have to do is mail in the information but that requires me buying an envelope and buying stamps - all the stuff I don't need to do with e-filing.

It's been eight hours and I'm still pissed.

I just e-filed on H&R Block's website and holy crap - my refund is ginormous. I have never been so happy to be in one of the lowest tax brackets in the world. I am so glad that I decided to do it now because I chose direct deposit which means it should be here in just a few weeks. That means I'll have a huge chunk o' change to pay for the moving expenses, pet deposits and all the other things that will be popping up in March. If I was single and had no obligations, I'd buy myself one of these or maybe some really really neat stuff for the new apartment. But I'm a grownup so I must put it all in the bank for all the mundane expenses of life - vet bills, rent payments, car notes, Starbucks balances, student loans and, of course, LiveJournal paid memberships. Heh.

If you are in a hurry and you throw on your boots without wearing socks when it's 75 degrees + outside, they will start smelling really foul about, oh say, eight and a half hours later thereby causing you to randomly spray your feet and the surrounding desk area w/ hospital strength disinfectant spray.


More later, it's Friday and I've got one hour later, hallelujah!

Supposedly the farmer's market at Onion Creek Coffeehouse is going to have all sorts of good stuff for sale this weekend. The last time I went, they didn't have almost anything and I've been putting off going back ever since. But this is the list they have on their website and it seems like it'd at least be worth checking out -

citrus fruits
Oriental greens
tomatoes
winter medleys
fresh lettuces
spinach
dandelion greens
mizuna
cabbages
kale
micro greens
broccoli
napa cabbage
bok choy
pak choy
Meyer lemons
fresh herbs
pastured eggs
onions
local honey
handmade soaps
goat cheese
flowers
beets
AND MORE

More later, I have to go back to work and drink (MORE) water so that I'll be able to float my way right on home when the night is over.