Sunday, October 28, 2007

100 things... part IV

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here are parts one, two and three if you need to play catch up.

31. i love Dove's dark chocolate (the little missives on the inside foil are an extra treat)

32. my car is nicknamed lexi

33. my bad ex's high school sweetheart/wife/ex went on to become a b-move actress and playboy centerfold (not about me, but still an interesting tidbit)

34. i dig the soundtrack to sleepless in seattle

35. i might be directing a play this winter

36. i like gardening, but my backyard is still an embarrassing dump

37. i hate that my parents are both dead

38. i bought a guitar yesterday. it'll arrive in mid november

39. i abhor vacuuming, but enjoy washing dishes

40. i used to be fluent in sign language

my sunday PostSecret ritual

i enjoy my morning coffee and i particularly look forward to my espresso on early sunday mornings while perusing the latest PostSecret blog post.

this morning i saw what could be my postcard, except it's not a secret. last night i chose not to attend a halloween party. rick was probably going to be there and i have no interest in being around him at a party. at the last summer bbq of the year, he was there and he chose to ignore me. awkward turned hurtful, when as he said his goodbyes to people in my immediate group, he gave me an uncomfortable hug and whispered, 'i'll call you."

he never did. that's why i choose not to be around him at a party. ewwwu. i'm so disipointed in his lack of maturity. now i know why he's in his 40's and never married.

the halloween party i AM choosing to attend? mckid's kindergarten classroom party this wednesday. I'll be skipping the corporate bbq and will scoot down the road to mckid's kindergarten. i get to be the classroom mom and bring the cupcakes. my costume? i'll wear a black business casual outfit with a leopard print sweater, kitty ears and tail.

meow and purrr.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

sunday through wednesday

i'm the kinda gal who only watches football for three reasons (okay four) - one - if my dad was watching a game, i'd love to sit down and watch with him (this is back in the 60's and i'd ask my dad which color we wanted to win) - two - if i'm married to or dating a football fan then i gotta root for his team. (yay, us!) - three - if i know someone on the team... that's how i became a Rams fan back in the day. my grade school classmate's dad was on the Rams, so of course i showed tons of team spirit - and four - when my new boss has a son who plays college football.

so, i was watching yesterday's ucla-cal game on tivo (woo! love me some tivo) and i thought it odd there was still so much tush touching going on. pats for your teammate, pats for the guy you just sacked, lots and lots of pats.

this doesn't happen in other sports. i've never seen pete sampras give his doubles partner a three patter after a backhand put away. basketball? definitely not.

just a thought that popped into my mind as i watched.

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most of the time i'm fairly computer competent, but tonight i give myself a big fat F. i've completely forgotten my personal info and password for my IM account. i fiddled & faddled and somehow got through via my blogger profile, then proceeded to decline requests when i thought i was accepting. oy. so, fellow blogger buddies, new and old, ignore any declines and resend if you don't mind chatting with a spaz.

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my good friend, cam, came over after a weekend of camping. we had an impromptu dinner of tortellini, shrimp and porterhouse while we shared highlights of our respective weekends.

the santa ana winds are blowing, which has knocked down power lines and started multiple fires throughout southern california. while we were washing dishes tonight the lights flickered several times. we may have a power outage if more lines get knocked down. more serious than a power outage, would be the fire that could start as the lines go down, just like happened in malibu this morning. ..and...the cat is currently freaked out by all the noises outside and tree branches hitting the house.

dang, that last gust of wind shook the whole house!

legend has it when the santa anas blow, all bets are off. anything can happen.

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it's now early wednesday morning. day four of the california fires. over 1,300 homes destroyed, 881,500 people evacuated. the air is hot, stale and smokey. everyone's throats and noses are dry and sore. the sky is a smoggy brown, and as i see the ashes drift onto my car windshield i think of the families who are most affected by this tragedy.

the newscasts talk about only one fatality, but that fatality strikes close to my heart, as a coworker's brother worked with the man who died. i heard about his death on the news radio yesterday morning as i drove to work. the story broke my heart as i listened. the man, who's name i do not know, was described as a very kind and intelligent geologist. He sent his wife and young children off to safety while he and his eldest son stayed behind to defend their home until the fire trucks arrived. the wind grew and changed direction, causing the walls of flame to overtake them in a few short minutes. the father died and the teenaged boy is in critical condition, as well as several firefighters who were rescuing them. a news helicopter pilot said the radio transmissions of the firefighters' frustration was heartbreaking to hear.

he may have been a talented geologist, but my god! what was he thinking? his wife now has not only lost her home and possessions, but her husband. her children have lost their father and the oldest boy is in critical condition.

during our prayers last night, my five year old boy lamented his frustration, "momma, a house is just a house. it's not important. it's just stuff. poor man." he came up with that realization on his own, or perhaps i've taught him this value over time. why didn't that man understand? so sad.

if you've read this blog for some time, you know i don't like my home. hated it soon after i moved in. well, it's slowly growing on me and i'm learning more and more how fortunate i am to live in a nice town and have a roof over my head. i am blessed.

my foot fetish

michele posted a pic of her love-at-first-sight swoon worthy shoes, so i asked her if she wanted to see my current footsie fetish.

here it is.

i've wanted a pair for years. *sigh*

Saturday, October 20, 2007

things not worth blogging about

my cat threw up in my bathroom this morning.

i've been sick for several days. phlegm mckphlemerson.

i have free cable movies this weekend and i just watched Stranger than Fiction.

i'm taking mckid to see a 3D version of Nightmare Before Christmas this afternoon.

i finally finished my 2006 taxes. yes, i am a professional procrastinator.

with my hefty tax refund i will be paying my hefty property tax. grrr.

i have an urge to do something nasty to the neighbor who lets her dog pee on my plants every friggin morning...or at the very least put something on my plants to make the little rat dog run away, but that stuff never works as well as it should.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

tastes of mckay

i have eclectic tastes. musically, i love punk pop, such as bowling for soup, and italian tenors like Andrea Bocelli. i also dig on greenday or jazz when the moment feels right.

same could be said for my taste in men. since i don't wanna post pics of past loves, i can illustrate the wide range of mckay's fav types of manly men using various celebs as examples:

picture bruce lee without chiseled abs. this is my first ex.

picture steve martin in his wild and crazy stage. this is my bad ex.

picture paul giamantii sideways on a picnic blanket on a summer's day. this is rick.

picture pierce brosnan. sigh. picture him again. and repeat. this is no one i have ever dated, but a girl can dream, damn it.

picture drew carey, a big guy with an equally big personality. this looks vaguely similar to someone on whom i currently have a tiny crush.

now picture colin firth's character in "bridget jone's diary"...not because i've dated anyone who reminds me of him, but because that character captures every single grown woman's heart. he loves bridget 'just as she is'.

this is who i want now. someone who likes me just as i am. all of the above loved me or were attracted to me for various reasons. i was medium hot when i was younger. i took care of all their needs and focused on them so they could pursue their careers, dreams and other women. go figure.

i want mark darcey and i want him now.