Gamble

I love game shows.  Love them.  I watch them all of the time.  It's mind-candy to me.  I have to admit, there are a lot of jackasses on game shows.  I get so pissed when someone risks big money to "gamble" on winning more.  I scream at the TV "don't get greedy".  And alas, 99% of them do.  I just saw a guy on Who Wants to be a Millionaire today risk $50,000 plus to guess the answer.  GUESS!  What?  Winning $75,000 wasn't enough for you?  The guy guessed wrong and left with $25,000 and I pumped my fist at him in disgust.  *Snort* I want to ask these people if they were in Vegas with $50,000 in their hand, would they lay it ALL down on one hand of Black Jack?  Probably not.  Deal or No Deal is the worst in the greedy department.  Most of the time these rocket-scientists risk BIG money to win more.  They have an offer of over $100,000 but they risk it...lose it...and go home with less than they spent on the trip to LA to be on the show.  Or how about the dipshit on Price is Right who thinks a new hot tub, a year's worth of groceries, bbq and full deck is worth only $600?  I have to laugh.  So many people have no idea. 

Wow.  I am feeling snarky today.  Think I will go make snarky comments on facebook.  It's what I do.  (Kidding)

Carpets

Our renter just signed another lease with us!  Woo hoo!  I told her I would get her carpets cleaned in January.  I have been researching companies and found the most shocking and disgusting link.  They offer "Trauma" Clean Up. 

They list the services as:

Trauma Clean up Suicide Clean Up Meth Labs Blood Clean Up Decomposition Clean Up

Homicide Clean Up Unattended Death Trashed Houses Crime Scene Clean Up Utilities Service

Oh my God!  I don't even know what to do with this information.  So the guy who could come clean the carpets could have just left a crime scene.  *Sitting here in shock*

Today

My parents picked up Ava this morning for their regular Tuesday babysitting day.  I had to laugh, after they left I paced around the house for 30 minutes like I didn't know what to do with myself.  When I realized what I was doing I giggled...silly me.  I don't know why I was acting so lost.  I have planned my entire day and made a list of things I want to get done....no shock there. Ha.   I have spent my morning so far uploading pictures to Ava's blog, organizing photos on the computer, removing our address from the enormous amount of catalogs and phone books we get delivered to our home, and playing on the computer.  Successful morning so far. 

I am getting a full highlight and haircut at 1 pm at the new Aveda salon by our house.  Bliss.  I made a tragic mistake in November in regards to my hair.  I decided to be a "kitchen beautician" and I colored my hair myself.  Disaster.  I know better.  My roots turned this awful red and the rest just dried up.  Good work.  I know money is tight...but I have always found money to do my hair.  After the disaster, I went to the salon and had my hair fixed, which ended up costing more than if I had just had it done in the first place.  Dumb, right?  Ha.  While sitting in the salon getting my hair fixed, I realized that I had stopped buying many things for myself that make me feel good....because money is tight.  I stopped buying good lotion.  My skin was so dry I was so itchy.  The cheap crap I was buying was just not cutting it.  I hadn't bought good razors to shave in forever. My legs and arm pits were so beat up it was ridiculous.  I hadn't bought good hair products for styling and conditioning....my hair was a mess.  I hadn't been buying good products to clean and moisturize my face.  My skin looked like a teenager going through puberty.  My make up was so expired and icky, I just looked horrible.  All of these things lumped together was doing awful things for my self esteem which is not good.  I changed all that a few weeks ago with the help of my Christmas money.  I told Todd about this and he was so sad that I hadn't been buying these important things for myself.  He rocks.  He was the one that insisted that I get a FULL highlight and haircut.  I had been doing just a partial highlight and getting my hair cut at SuperCuts.  I have to remember to take care of me.  Makes me a better care-giver.  Can't wait for my appointment this afternoon.

Here's a picture of Ava and Uncle Bob from our wonderful visit to Salt Lake City.  We had a blast and Ava was a champ on the airplane.  There were many screaming kids, and none of the screams were from our girl.

Trip

Ava and I are flying to Salt Lake to see my bro and Rebecca this weekend.  Can't wait to see them.  Can't wait to spend quality time.  Can't wait to see their new gorgeous house.  OK.  I am traditionally not a good flyer.  Here's the story.  I had a panic attack on a flight once.  It only happened once, but once was enough to know that I must be medicated to fly.  The story is actually funny....now.  I had gone to Vegas with Katie and Christine for Christine's Bachelorette Party.  We drank way too much and slept way too little.  Our return flight was delayed so we sat at the airport for HOURS...realllly hung over and reallly tired.  We got on the plane finally and I started having a panic attack.  I couldn't breathe.  My throat closed.  I couldn't move.  I felt like I had a big fat sweaty dude sitting on my chest.  I wanted to jump out of the plane.  It was the scariest feeling ever.  EVER. My face was beet red the whole flight and I was shaking.  I finally had to lean forward and put my hands over my ears and sing the "meow, meow, meow" song to myself to get through it.  It was embarrassing.  It was awful.  As we left the airport Katie said, "Emily.  I love you.  But I won't fly with you to Mexico (for Christine's wedding) if you act like that.  Figure it out girl."  So.  I went to my doctor and got some nice anti-anxiety meds for the trip to Mexico.  Let-me-tell-you.....I was the SWEETEST person on that plane after taking my meds.  Funny.  Now.  OK.  I have flown many more times and each time I have medicated myself, but on headphones and zoned out with a cocktail or 4.  Emily is good flyer all doped up.  NOW...this weekend, I will be flying alone with a 9 month old.  No zoning out here.  I will be medicated....believe-you-me....but I have to stay engaged to care for Ava.  I am nervous.  But I will be ok.  Todd on the other hand is more nervous than me about my ability to fly with Ava alone.  Maybe he will need to be medicated too. 

Wish

My Wish for You in 2011


May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts.

May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.

May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!

May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy

May the problems you had, forget your home address!

In simple words ...............

May 2011 be the best year of your life!!!