He Slips Through My Fingers

My EB Window-Friend (not Jameson, the other EB W-F) just informed me that his former employee who I met a few times and flirted with over the phone has just been chosen as one of Cosmo's most Eligible Men in the US. Of course, now the guy lives in Mississippi (I had to say the little chant to remember how to spell it) where I'm sure the number of hot guys is significantly less than CA. So his odds were better after moving...Anyway, this makes the second Cosmo chosen guy that I have met prior to their making the list. The first was at the wedding of B&J ("Costa Rica Chica, do you even remember my wedding?" sigh) where he was sitting at my table. The cousin of B, I had no idea I was so close to eligible hotness. Would I have been more on point if I had known? (Could I have been anymore on? Hmm. A question for the ages. Could be answered perhaps by the closet I slept in and thought my brother had locked me in using the ingenious ironing board to keep me in. We didn't see much of those around our house growing up. Obviously I was scared...) And the only thing that leaps out about Mr. Man in my memory now is that he was wearing a pink tie.

Anyway, this is Joe Kuhner. And he was this good looking if not more so in person. And I met him mid-workout, and he was still hot. Now he apparently teaches math because, "I decided to teach because I love explaining things. I'm also a kid at heart." Maybe teaching high school would be tolerable if your co-workers looked like this guy. Hmmm.

On the positive side of things, my weekend was full of eye candy and good times. Met the lovely Eden at last, and all is well with the G-man Gang. They actually didn't look tired or anything, and walked out to see me in GG Park during my tourney, which went quite well. Re-lived our Night Train Nazi story which Daddi-o found very amusing. Got to hold the little one. All was well...I was sitting with her kind laying on my legs with her head (supported by my hands) by my knees facing me. All of a sudden there was a noise from the diaper area, and I ehmm, dropped her head. Luckily my knees were there to catch it. Tip for other baby holders out there..Dropping a newborns head does not go over all that well. They were nice about it, but there was definitely a lioness look to Sniffilious that was new. Kinda like how she would look if you made fun Rascal back in the day...but much more so.

Tourney was good...Hot enough that the hot guys just HAD to play with their shirts off. Lost in the finals, but the play all day was good. Dinner was made by Lids in the city, and today we hit the Delta for a last hurrah.

ALMOST CLEARED THE WAKE! Next season I'm sure to get it. Stupid tongue was all over the place. Luckily, no cameras were in sight. I really need to figure a different way to concentrate. Something cuter like picking my nose maybe...

Now if only my shoulder will hold out. Damn bursitits! That's how you spell it by the way. Did you know that the bursa is the area between your bones and your tendons? Well, the bursa in my right shoulder is rather inflamed and angry. The scrip is to do nothing, but I'm having a hard time following orders...

Last thing...topic of what "your passion" is came up on the boat today, and then became if you could have any profession, what would you do? Lids would do carpentry, Jameson said a guitarist in a band, and I said a politician. Which was mocked as me wanting power or control. Do I really seem that power or control fixated? (Like being a rock star didn't have more than a smidge to do with having groupies...but that wasn't mocked.) I had actually always assumed I'd go into politics at some point, but then having the fun stuff you did in college slung at you like mud...and well, there is a fair amount of that (all photographed and albumed by Manoa Missy) out there. But I don't think I have a passion. I like a lot of things, I'm fairly good at most things, but it's not like one ring controls all the others (ie LOTR). Do most people have a passion (or a precious)? I thought I had hobbies. Passion to me is Tiger Woods with golf. M Townie might be that way with poker, which makes beating him at his passion the other night kinda doubly satisifying.

That's it! My passion is crushing other people's passions. I think that's why I enjoy catching bouquets so much. The other girls really want it to get married. And I just want it so no one else will get it. If they didn't want it so bad, it wouldn't be any fun. Gee, that isn't much of a passion, though it does make sense. Hmm. I guess that kinda makes me a bitch. Well, maybe if when I beat them, I do my best not to smirk. Yes, that's what I'll do. Then I'll just be the talented girl who screams at inappropriate times. And that's enough of a cross for any one woman.

How I Make Things Hard (for Myself)

Yesterday I (at last) paid some bills that had been sitting around for a while. Now, it's not that I don't have the moola to pay such bills, I am just very bad about doing it on time. I'm trying to set up automatic bill pay on as many accounts as possible because I figure if someone steals some, in the end I'll probably still end up ahead...no late fees, finance charges or bad credit. I definitely seem to go out of my way to make my own life more trying.

My own little step towards better health...I now order brown rice on every occasion I buy dinner at whole foods. I figure it balances out the beer intake that has increased this baseball season. Somehow, sitting in a bar watching baseball just kicks ass. Much better than home.

I am a busy girl over the next few weekends...tourney this weekend--that I fear will be the last actually warm one--and the TROLLEY!! the following weekend. This is our tenth year doing the trolley, and I am impressed every year with the people on that ride. So creative with the costumes, really friendly, and even when I go knowing only a few peeps, I have the best time. The first year was maybe the craziest night I've ever been involved in (more than the walrus night), and created a couple of infamous legends. Things have mellowed since that first debacherous year, but it is definitely a raging good time. And one that requires clinging to a couch the following Sunday.

Of course, in keeping with my pattern, I don't have a costume as of yet. All I can think of are ideas for men and things that would have been great 5 years ago Then the--what about the kids thing. How to make something that is adult and kid friendly. Pregnant Britney Spears wouldn't go over great here.

I am happy to report that the Mothers returned from the great trip abroad with themselves and their good humor intact. I did hear that if wasn't for Debbie's fireman muscle, a bag or two may not have made it to Geneva. Good at hauling bags up and down train stairs is the scouting report. So keep that in mind for your next trip.

I should get to the costume store and get creative or something. But if anyone calls me to go get a beer, I'm going!!

Floats through the Air with the Greatest of Ease

Played in a little volleyball tourney this weekend. Made the quarter finals with a fine fella named Sid...not to be confused with the Sid Raspberry from the bowling/Stairmaster days of yore. No, this Sid was a great player, cool guy, and he could jump like a mofo. We played grass doubles from 9-4 with hardly any breaks between games. Great fun, and if it wasn't for my stupid shoulder aching, all would be well. I suppose that I probably shouldn't have played and rested it more, but this is the end of outdoor play, and there are so many attractive people out there, I can't stand to not go.

Today I had to tell the kids that summer is over and fall is here. (boo!) We talked about how leaves fall from the trees, and that's how they remember the season. (This works very well, and they all seem to get it. Of course, the rest of the year when I ask what season it is, they all say fall. In March, I have them march everywhere, and I get them to do chants like they are in the army. Then the rest of the year they hope it is march so they can march all over the place. Quite a teacher here, I know). Anyway, after the kids see me talk about fall, every year (including today) the kids start this strange thing where they bring me in bouquets of dead leaves. I don't think this happens to the other teachers, so I don't know what about me, what I do or say inspires kids to pick these up and hand them to me like they are roses. It is peculiar, and consistent every year. I was trying to drop hints about how much I like coffee and jewelery, but thus far, its roses and weeds that look like flowers.

Just to pat my own back for a segundo...I am very prooud of myself for doing more art in class than in years past. I have 0 creativity, so it is certainly a stretch, but the kids are coo coo for it, and it certainly cutens up the place.

Sniffy had her baby. All is well with the whole family, and the baby looks like Lori (from what I could tell) but with dark hair (lots of it!) I guess since Suri Cruise it is all the rage to have bushels of hair at birth. That beats taping a bow to the head of bald baby girls like my mother did. Apparently I didn't like when she would pull the tape (and my newly sprouting hair) off. How the woman laughs when she tells that story. And she wonders why I'm so sensitive.

I Wanna be on Top

Guilty pleasures. The above title is the theme song to America's next top model. It is on the old WB, whatever it is called now on Wed at 8. Great show. Pretty girls doing catty things while getting their hair and make-up done and then taking sexy pictures while looking "fierce" a la Tyra Banks. The girl who almost got booted last night had long beautiful hair until Tyra had her cut it off as part of her make-over, to play up her masculine features. Which it did. So the poor thing doens't feel pretty anymore, and Tyra gives her shit about it. You check it. Is she a man baby?

These pics are for the Kid. Don't say I never do anything for you.

Two in a Day?

So I'm at school, but I can't seem to get any work done. I don't feel like reading the news, although I did read the transcripts to Mark Foley's IM session. Um, gross. And not very creative either. But anyway...

I can't stop thinking that Lori is pushing a kid out of her body. I talked to the hub at 1 and they were there but the progress was slow. You know how some women want to go natural and not take any drugs? I heard someone compare that to getting a tooth pulled out with any novacaine. And think how much bigger a kid is than a tooth.

Anyway, I should really get some work done. But I just don't want to. *sigh* Wonder if there is anyone I can have an interesting IM with? :)

Quickie

So for those of you out there who know Sniffy, I got an email that she thinks she may be having contractions that are the real deal. She sent the message at 5:30 AM. She is my first friend that I've kind of grown up with that is having a kid and that I've lived through the whole marriage, preggo experience with...well, there were others, but they were in high school, were older or of a different religious persuasion that made all that happen sooner. It's really surreal for me, so it has to be bizarro world for her.

Speaking of Bizzaro World...the Brother had a poker party this weekend. I was pretty thrilled with my performance. Won one, top two in the tohers, which we diddn't play out to expedite the process...) The younger Townie seemed less than thrilled and more stupefied (like in Harry Potter). Sure, some of the times I stayed in, perhaps I shouldn't have...but when you're the big blind, and your 3 and 8 pair up on the flop, you're staying, right? Even with a strong flush draw on the table. I wonder if playing poker with someone like me (for someone like Townie who knows what is what) is like playing blackjack with a shmoo at third base in a casino.

Some awful person I work with has been stealing Coffeemate creamer all month. It didn't bother me, once in a while sure, but on a regular basis? Bitch, buy your own! Then today, I come in, and my cream is gone...the bitch finished it off and threw it away! Can you believe that??!?! I left a bitchy note on the board in the lounge. It was artfully crafted to be sure, but pleasantly sharp. Can you imagine doing that? Pretty stinky. Especially when I am jonesing for coffee big time.

Why My Apartment Stinks

No, it doesn't stink literally. I have not been happy with my apartment in quite a while. This was compounded recently by the two notices I've received in the last two months...but I'll go ahead and list them chronologically--to the best of my ability. I've lived in the place two years and one month. After reviewing the list, you tell me--bad luck or bad apartment?

* Tom The Peeper...Got out of the shower one morning (the door looks out my bedroom window), and I spy a set of eyes peeping in through my fence.
** Trick or Treat...returned home at about 4 one morning following a succession of Halloween parties to find my kitchen and part of my living room flooded after the kitchen sink backed up.
*** Jack in the Crack...Car was stolen from in front of my house so a couple of yahoos could hit J in the C. Left ashes adn curly fries all over the counsel when they found it 32 days later. (With open but unharmed baby presents for Child Town-normous.)
**** Plumber's Crack...I routinely have next to no water pressure in the bathroom sink, and my shower drain loves to catch my hair. This means I have to pull out a hair ball the likes of which a cat (i.e. da Bones) pukes on a regular basis.
***** Light a Match!...The apartment is quite dark, which is nice in the summer, but in order to see in the kitchen at any point in the day, you have to have a light on. I hate that! And the bathroom fan will never turn off, and it kinda drives me to drink.
****** Cat haters...Got a notice on my door that the management only allows indoor cats, and they've been seeing a lot of cats outside lately. They think this is why their flowers are all torn up. (Cats don't destroy flowers, but anyway...) So their grand solution was to hire a firm to trap cats on the property and deliver those cats to the humane society. And levy a fine against the owner. Winklestien can just barely haul his 20 lb. ass over the fence (sounds like he is taking it down) and now I have nightmares that my fence is surrounded by cat traps. I tried to keep him in, but his incessant meowing propels me to fling the door open and boot his butt out.
******* Loud sex neighbors who hate TV...If you have loud sex, I don't think it's fair to punish those of us who watch somewhat loud tv. I don't think you have the right to complain about much. That's just me.

So what do you think?

Field Trip Fun

Well boys and girls...we certainly had a time yesterday. First, I found it amazing that we were able to fit 140 kids and 70 adults (kids whose mothers are seniors in high school we count as adults. It is judged by butt size) on three buses. Followed by a leisurely 30 minute ride to a pumpkin patch where the clouds stayed at bay until we were driving home. Of course, since it was so blissfully dry out there, a kid with asthma came down with an attack, and since his MOTY (mom of the year) didn't send an inhaler, we ended up calling an ambulance. To sum it up, the kid is fine, we all made it back, and I was able to take a nice nap.

I am happy to report that I am back on the volleyball circuit. Played in a tourney on Saturday, did well enough, though I've got to take it easy for a bit because I have brisidous. I don't know how to spell it, but it hurts to move my right arm. So it's presently in a sling, and all the kids think I have a broken arm. (I hope I never get an abusive husband because they'll be asking me all day what's wrong with me. Kids have no tact.) I have two more tourneys in Oct, and then a whole NCVA season where we play all around CA! Yeah! Plus, I have to tell you, there is nothing hotter to me than a guy drinking a beer at 10AM and then playing kick ass volleyball. Me gusta!