Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Tis a sad day when you realize all of your crushes have moved on or you don't like them anymore. In one week I found out that one was getting married, I'm not attracted to another and yet another had no desire to speak to me (I like options, sue me). But you know what this means I get to do? Find a whole new batch... and stop drinking alone, but we will cross that bridge when I run out of alcohol. I wonder where I should go to meet these new prospects. Book store...park...you have to go where you like, then you will meet good matches (so says grandma and Dear Abby). I'm thinking book store. Tattered Cover has a great language and discount section, not like I have money, but I can still browse, right?

Speaking of great men, my dad is the sweetest. I keep leaving my coat at my parent's place and he brought it to me at work. Awww. Best dad ever. He caught me when I was born you know. Not a lot of dads can say that, especially since I was born back in the day...the Eighties. Please follow this link to the mom's blog where she is currently extolling the virtues of the dad.

Youngest is telling our grandparents about their future great grand child this week. I am sure they will embrace it. Oh, and your good thoughts must have helped cause she is feeling much better and going to her first doc's appointment this week.

The LLS's car was totaled this week. She loaned her car to her girlfriend and their roommate crashed it.

So, I am running out of ideas here. You may have noticed the last couple of posts have been wanting, so I am establishing a contest. Whoever gives me the best topic(s) to write about gets mentioned in the blog and my eternal thanks and gratitude.

Das Weather

FRIKKIN FRACKLE, it's cold. A balmy 23 degrees currently, feels much colder. Course, this is the Middle so I have also been in negative 19. Not really in, I chose not to leave my apartment for 3 days in that kind of cold.

Monday, January 29, 2007

30 and Still Pretty

My parents were married 30 years ago today. I think that deserves a big round of applause.

Thirty! People, that's huge.

They have done so many things together. Hell they grew up together, they've known each other since they were 15. They still love each other and make each other smile and laugh and they raised three spectacular kids.

It's been a life well led. They are spending my inheritance on a cruise for this anniversary. It's ok, totally worth it.

Fire and Places

Fireplace smells all around. Heavenly.

Good day today. I was so swamped that I didn't have to do anything (or the one thing, which is enter vendors into a spread sheet) I didn't want to do. I was busy all day.

My pre-review went well. I am loved and my boss recognized my unambitious nature and encouraged me to find opportunities within the company.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Catch It

I saw "Catch and Release" with the mom today. It was so sweet and since it was supposedly filmed in Boulder, it felt like home. Also, Timothy Olyphant is gorgeous. It's the smile. I must have a thing for them. But it was a very sweet movie with a great soundtrack and while the story is kinda unbelievable, I bought it. Hook, Line and sinker. Happy ending too. Always nice.

If you go see it, you have to admit that Dennis is a catch too. Although I cannot abide the fact that he took 6 years to tell Grey how he felt about her.

Is it just a coincidence, or have all the movies I've seen lately feature women writing letters to their dead lovers?

Anyway, worth the few dollars to see it. Sweet and will make you smile. Kevin Smith is a hoot.


I need to be honest with all of you.

I wish movie love was real

I like most of the movies/television shows I am supposed to, but most of the time i would rather watch a cartoon I have seen a million times.

I like to know the ends of movies before I see them. Same with books.

I am cynical, but i have hope.

I say really inappropriate things a lot.

I am addicted to Wikipedia and IMDB.

I don't think I have ever dated the right person.

I sleep when I'm bored.

I would rather listen to a standard than anything new any day.

I love that my mom tries to set me up.

I crave cigarettes but I hate smoking.

I hate Pearl Jam and all forms of televised sports, only live is worth it.

I like corny and lame.

I think it is incredible that I am the resident computer techie at my office.

The Beach Boys were the soundtrack to my childhood.

I sneeze so loudly it scares people and cats.

I keep a can of mace by my bed.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Let's all wish the great and powerful Mom a
Very Happy Birthday!

She is wonderful and I love her.
Therefore, you must too.

No I will not tell you her age,
It's not polite and
She'd hurt me.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Randomness of Life

I buy the snacks, soda and kitchen supplies for my office, just one of the many perks that make up my exciting job. While I was at the grocery store near my office the other day, I saw a middle/high school crush. Joe was popular and gorgeous. He was in theater. You see, I went to a school that sported an interesting dichotomy. Jocks on one end of the school, theater on the other. Rarely the two met, but both made offerings into the popularity pool. I spent the first half of high school in the jock end, in the pool mostly, sometimes the weight room. When I decided that I wanted to join the LLS in the theater section (she said, and I quote, "that's my side, not hers."), I got to indulge my passion for theater and got to ogle.

Anyway, back to Joe. Yes, he wore make-up to school a couple of times. No I didn't go to HS during that great androgyny time. He had acne and kids are cruel. It was his sister's make up too. Don't ask me how I know this. We maybe had 5 sentences pass between us the entire time we were in school together and several of those were about the difference between tights and nylons (Renaissance Fair, he bought the wrong ones).

No, I did not speak to him at the grocery, I probably would have had another stroke. Wish I had though, but you can't live in regret.

I have a pre-three month review on Monday (I want to be in the best possible shape for my actual review in March), wish me luck.

Oh, and I'm out of orange juice. Keep sending those positive thoughts Youngest's way.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Feelin' Groovy

I am feeling better. Who knew that it would take a girls night and being checked out by a guy at the bar.

We must all send positive thoughts Youngest's way. She has developed pregnancy induced blood clots in her lung. Apparently this is quite common, blot clots I mean. Usually they are confined to the legs in pregnant women with all the sitting and sleeping, but hers are in her lungs and she's in pain. Everyone is asking me if it's genetic, since I clotted and stroked out and so did mt Grandma. I don't know. So send good thoughts.

Also Travis, known here as The Crush, is getting married. Yea for Travis. I am happy for him.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Funky Monkey

Last night began the Sad Time. This is a time in the World of Betty wherein I mope around my house, eating popcorn in bed at 8pm, reading crappy sappy chick books and watching sad chick movies and generally feeling sorry for myself. It began with "Cold Mountain," which was on TV last night. Yes, I love Jude Law and want to not have his sweet cheating children. I want a lifetime of memories from a few brief moments. I do not however want to be writing letters to a dead man 10 years after the fact, it's too Jane Appleton Pierce. I miss intimacy. And kissing. And joking around. And huddling in corners and whispering. I miss that because I haven't had that in a while. I miss being close to someone and the cat doesn't count.

Maybe The Mom was right. I was too happy several months ago and it made me boring. Now that I am nestled warmly in the funk, maybe I will be interesting. Interesting enough for someone to read my posts, pine for me and take me to California. It's the weather too. I don't know how Seattleans...Seattlians...Seattlites...whatever, do it. Six weeks of this and I could bit through concrete.

It's sp pathetic that I don't know how to make myself happy. Too pathetic.

The funk has returned, rejoice my minions.

I Effing Hate Snow

I hate it, hate it, hate it!!! I am sick of it all. It hasn't been dry for 6 weeks and the tension on the road is palpable. Literally, I could feel it surround me as I drove into work this morning, it was suffocating. I had to get 2 different maintenance guys to help push my car. Half an hour apart mind you, because that's how long it took to drive up one hill. It's a small hill, a parking lot hill, not worth much. It's a bastard now and can die. I am making for god-damned sure that my next house has no hills and off street parking.

I am sick of this shit. I am so contemplating a trip/move out west. They have warmth there and an ocean. I hate being land locked too.

Rant over, you may go about your business.

PS - Mom and Dad, I am posting on my lunch break, chill...chill.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Oh, yeah...

It's snowing again. Save me! California friends and relatives, fly me out there for a weekend reprieve.

Can Porcupines Give the Finger?

I went out with Melanie and Vieve this week. Always fun, getting together with the girls. We went to dinner and a movie. Yes, I broke my diet, but it's one slip, not like I murdered someone. Anyway we have come to the conclusion that the perfect man includes none of the following traits:

Is named Steve
Is an only child
Has a small penis.

We must find non-Steve named men with siblings and large penises. Yes, this is what twenty-something girls talk about. We save the intellectual stuff for our dates.

We went to the $1.50 movie theater, because like me, they are poor. We saw "Open Season" which was cute, badly lit, but cute. At one point I thought I saw an animated porcupine give the lead character the finger, but looking back, it may have been a thumbs up sign, who knows.

Spending time with the gals, who are roommates, made me think that living alone isn't all it's cracked up to be. Yes, I do enjoy the freedom of walking around naked, but how often do I do that, OK, everyday, but only when I just get out of the shower, so it's organic nakedness. But, it's really expensive and it would be so much fun to have a girlfriend around to talk to. This range of thinking is quite adventitious because Daria is looking for a new roommate for next year (this summer, actually). I figure she's tired of living with guys, brothers, past and current roommates, etc. They're gross. Trust me. I lived with 4. So we are going to get a house together and save money. It will be so much fun, and if she pisses me off, as I have said to her already, I can lock myself in my room or shuttle her off to Brian's.

Monday, January 15, 2007


No, not me. I am good, tired, but good (that will teach me to take a 3 hour nap on Sunday afternoon, damn PMS). No, the grump today is Youngest. Apparently, my future nephnie is growing in the belly of the surliest mama in existence. You'd think she'd be happy. No morning sickness to speak of, the father is around, she has a supportive family, blah, blah, blah.

Well, apparently all this goodness is not rubbing off on her. I hope it's rubbing off on the nugget. Just because she can't take her anti-D's while she's preggo doesn't mean she has to be in a mood.

Personally, I know I will be miserable when I am pregnant. I have a weak stomach as it is , add a foreign biological and I am done for. It will be a sight, hopefully I will marry comfortable and won't have to get up and work while I'm pregnant.

Fun places I've thrown up (yeah, I know, gross):

Highway on-ramp (medication interaction)
Tower Station, London, England (getting on train rights after eating near whole Magahrita pizza, not recommended)
Playground (thus ruining a perfectly cute sailor suit, I think this one was caused by food poisoning, I was 7).
Countless others, I was a very sick child.

Eating healthy, Day 6: I am doing good, no lapses. I have been controlling my portions and eating right, I think, I hope. I have rediscovered the joy of Graham Cracker consumption. You wonder why our parents gave us such great tasting snacks, apparently they are reasonably healthy for you. Either that or it got something in your mouth so you'd shut up. Might be a combination of the two.

Sunday, January 14, 2007


I never understood how people can drink warm milk (as a sleep aid, etc.). It smells like cheese. At least my lactose free milk does. I smelled it before I put the hot chocolate in tonight. Gross! I love cheese. I'm Italian, it's in my DNA, but I don't want to drink it. I can't even stand room temperature milk. I always throw out that last little bit that I forgot about because it's not cold anymore.

Ahh, rambling...


I was talking to my friend Vieve tonight and she asked me if I was happy. I said I was. It's true. I am happy. I had the best dream last night. I dreamed I was happy and on love and loved. I am happy about this because my dreams have a tendency to come true in one way or another. I just hope the one where Youngest dies in childbirth doesn't come true.

Universal Truth

Good morning. I am coming to you today with some facts about life that I have gathered over the years. Please take heed.

1. Size does matter. If someone says otherwise, they are a bald face liar. Of course, size is relative. What is too small to one, may be perfect for another. And what it too big for one, may be perfect for another. You just have to find that another.

2. People do not change. If you think they will or you can make them, you are stupid. Liars will always lie, cheaters will always cheat, abusers will always abuse. Deal with it and move on.

3. All things are less dreadful than they seem, look for the brighter side.

4. If they seem too good to be true, they probably are. There is a reason they are single.

That's all for now, I was thinking about these things as I walked out of the library yesterday. Strange thoughts (here are more if you want some). I have been having strange dreams too. Ones far too complicated to go into.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Notes to Bloggers

Apparently, I have inspired an epidemic of bloggers. Yea me! Some of them wanted some tips, so as my chicken cooks, here you go:

Blogging is about getting your thoughts out there, your ideas, you inane musings. They do not, I repeat, do not need to have a purpose. They are ramblings you set forth out into the world, hoping against hope that someone will read them and give you a book deal (wait, that's me).

Spelling counts.

Mix it up. You don't have to be brilliant all the time. And in that same vein, you don't have to me morose all the time either.

Tell everyone you know, their aunts, uncles and mothers that you have a blog. They might read it and readers are a huge ego boost.

So, go out there and blog to your hearts content.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Happy 200th Post

Happy 200th Post BettyLou! You Rock Socks!!

I am sure that is what you are all thinking. Yes, I know you all love me so I will graciously accept your praises.

So, several things to go over. Let's get started, shall we?

I saw The Holiday with Miss D on Monday. OMG, so sweet. I needed the fluff and happy. Jude Law is too beautiful for this world (it's the eyes and the smile). And I want an Arthur Abbot in my life. Yes, I know he was played by Eli Wallach of "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" fame. but I haven't seen it so I will continue to see him only as a sweet old man. I need one of those too.

I am going to take a cue from the movie and be a stronger woman.

Damn Canadians! Sending their icy fronts our way, making things all difficult. It's getting nasty again. I need a trip to the coast. I have family and friends out there, they'd put me up for a few days.

In honor of my new year, new me resolution, I have decided to take better care of myself. I have been eating crapily for the past year. So I am going to eat better, maybe exercise...not diet. They are annoying and I have no will power. People who diet are annoying anyway. They count things and question their choices. I am just going to watch my sodium, caloric intake and say no to red meat, soda and yes, alcohol. Besides, I am annoying on my own, why add more things onto it.

I am also going to read more, uplifting, funny books. Maybe some Dorothy Parker. She's quotable. I will seem wittier than I already am. If that's possible. ;)

Jo and I are going to start stepping out, meeting new people. This may cut into my pathetic couch time, but I am willing to sacrifice for a friend.

Being my snarky self, I must ask what my company's lawyer does all day, because from where I sit, which is right outside his office, he just talks to all the committees he's on, his wife, goes on 2 hours lunches and skis. Maybe 30 minutes of lawyering is squeezed in there...maybe...big maybe.

My cat is currently stalking a throw pillow. I must be off. Night kids.

PS - You know you haven't done your dishes in a while when you run out of forks.

PPS - Steve Wynn's a moron. It's his own damn fault.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Book 'Em

Do you know how difficult it is to find non-gendered baby stuff for scrapbooking? Seriously! It's all either pink or blue. I finally found some yellow and green stuff that I could use for my future nephnie (nephew-niece). It's just going to be a simple little book of embellished photos.

Yes, I have accepted it and I am excited about being an auntie.

Talking about it with K The Soon To Be Married really helped.

It was really fun talking about her upcoming wedding. She's my first friend to get married you know. It's also going to be my first bachalorette party and the first reception I'll be going to where I won't dance on my father's shoes. And hopefully this will be the first wedding I go to where the couple doesn't get divorced.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

It's Official

The Youngest is pregnant. Went to the doctor and everything. I will start the scrapbook today.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Not So Snow Day

It has snowed 4 times in the past 6 weeks. I am calculating it now that that is equal to1.14 inches per day. That would be manageable, but when it’s dumped on you 6inches to 2 feet at a time, not so much. It was so nice yesterday, hardly needed a jacket. So clear and mild. That was just a trick to lull us into a false sense of security. This morning around midnight, Mother Nature snuck in and blanketed us with snow…AGAIN!!

It took not one, not two, but three neighbors to push me out of the parking lot this morning. Thankfully, I have been parking at the office at the top of the hill. I wouldn’t even be at work if I had parked in front of my building. I have been doing this for a week now and I like the walk up the hill. It’s not too cold (it has to be a bit warm for it to snow, did you know that? I learned that from a rancher’s son in college, he had great lips…). It’s a nice little stroll. Getting to work is another story. I went slow…I didn’t follow closely…It took an hour and a half.

I am going for coffee with K, the Soon to be Married tomorrow. Should be fun, we always have good conversation. We used to do coffee every other month, but schedules have not allowed us to do it for a while.

Mom is backing off, her words, not mine. Someone told her she was too nosy and all up in our business (which is what good moms do, right?). So I didn’t get my snowy morning call and that had me worried, does she not care? I am perfectly happy to be rooted in childhood when it comes to my parents. Keeping up with the status quo and whatnot. None of this hands-off parenting. You can’t give me 25 years of well intentioned nosiness and just take it away one day.

The Youngest is going to the doctor today. I am still praying for a tumor.

Also, Crème Brule coffee creamer is divine.

I hope all of you are warm and safe and to those lucky bastards who live in tundra free zones, you might have to get the couch ready.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Radio Talk

I was listening to the radio today and they were talking about a study that said that with the advent of all this new technology, it is easier to lie. IM, text, blogs and email have all lead to a society of big fiery pants.

I think I am more honest with IM and texting. It's easier to be honest when the words don't have to come out of your mouth or when you don't have to look at the person.

I love to flirt through IM and email. I am a master of it. Across state lines, across oceans...my intentions are known...and they were never honorable.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

New Year, New Me

This year will be different. I will give more and take less. I will embrace my uniqueness and be happy with who I am. It will be better than last year because I will make it so.

Happy New Year.