Tag Archive: Friendship


>We left for Buffalo between 4 and 4:30 this a.m. Yesterday I rented a Dodge Avenger so we could travel in comfort. So it was pitch black when we left and pouring down rain. Does it seem to anybody else that it is always darker when its raining? Well yeah cause the rain clouds block the stars and moon! Besides that, I firmly believe that Dodge vehicles are not designed for short people, my reason for believing that is I could not see over the hood of the car! On top of that my GPS was not working and Gwen couldn’t find the right directions. Both of those problems were soon fixed. I drove for 4 hours then Stitch drove the last 4 and now we are in Buffalo.

This is what we are all doing, Michelle is on Facebook (so am I, while also typing this here) and the kids are entertaining their friend by playing Wii with him and just now they are hooking up the x-box for him. So it is almost like being at home. Stitch is sleeping poor baby so tired, he has been up since three, kind of like I have!

>Wedding blues

>Ron’s wedding was today. Or perhaps I should say yesterday, since I haven’t gone to bed yet I am still thinking it was today. I love Ron, really I do, I did not particularly like this wedding. First it was outside, not a bad day for it, but kind of chilly and since we didn’t know it was going to be outside, some of us (me) didn’t dress for it. I was wearing a short dress with no hose and just a sweater. The sound system was not good, couldn’t hear much and it didn’t help that a plane kept flying overhead!

Just the wedding was outside, then we went inside and it took forever to get the food! Tigger ended up with a massive headache, I ended up with a stomach ache. My asthma is bothering me now. It is a good thing Em and I are going to the city tomorrow because one of my nails broke yesterday and I need to get it fixed. Right now I need to sleep.

Sick day today

as you probably already realize. I am kind of mad at the router, I can’t get videos to play on my computer from the web. Sometimes they play great sometimes, they . . . play . . . like . . . this. It is quite frustrating.

So as I was trying to watch NCIS: Los Angeles I get a text from Em asking if I am coming upstairs to her party. I had completely forgotten about her jewelry party, so not only did I come upstairs, I bought 3 pieces of jewelry and won a necklace in one of the party games. Then we sat around and talked, cause the kids and husband were still up at DCC watching Star Trek.

Tomorrow she is going to the city. She has an appointment to get her nails done. It is supposed to rain. This might be one time I won’t go with her. Depends on how I feel tomorrow. Of course, I will let you know.

>It takes a really good friend

>to be able to tell you when you look like shit. I called Em to pick me up at the train station, I needed a ride early because I have this cold and so I left work early. Those were her exact words when I got in the van. I complained, “I put makeup on!” Her reply was that doesn’t help when you have a green undertone to your skin.” The proof that I didn’t feel well was I didn’t take offense at what she said. Although as long as we have been friends, I might not have any way. The fact of the matter was I felt like trash, so I didn’t really care what she said, all I cared was she was there to pick me up.

As soon as we got home I went downstairs and laid down on my bed, I took my shoes off but nothing else. And I really knew I was sick when I sat up and put the blankets down and got cold, even without the fan on and my sweatshirt on. So the rest of my day yesterday was spent at home, feeling miserable. And today I stayed on from work again.

More about Blogger and the Yankees

It is weird but I can post on this blog, but not my book blog. I hope the problem is fixed by Friday, that is when I have to do the drawing for one of my giveaways. Every time I try to do something on that blog or go to my dashboard, I get an error message.

Yesterday we(by me I mean Em, D, Fred and I) went to the Yankees vs. Blue Jays game. D and Fred sat together, Em and I sat together (we got the tickets separately so we weren’t all sitting together, plus D had a problem with the tickets he bought) I took this photo with my phone, I don’t know why, since I had my camera with me(No matter, now I have a new wallpaper for my phone). The Yankees scored early, then the Jays got one ahead. Then nothing till the 8th inning. Em and I both thought Joba Chamberlain was not all we had heard him to be and were less then impressed with Hideki Matsui, so much so that when he came up to bat I went on Facebook and was about to type, ‘I am less then impressed with Hideki Matsui’ when the crowd makes the sound it makes when something is happening and I looked up to see the ball making a perfect arc into the stands. I almost dropped my phone, the guy across the aisle was high-fiving people and I think he injured my wrist. Then Jorge Posada was up, and he hit a home run too! Then they said the play was under review. The crowd booed. The umps decided it was a home run after all. Then the Yankees scored another run. It was Yankees 7, Blue Jays 5, the Yankees sent in Mariano Rivera and they won the ball game. It was also announced that it was Melky Cabrera 25th birthday. So our men (Derek and Mark) didn’t hit any home runs, but Derek scored the first run of the game and they got a lot of Blue Jays out. Since Joba wasn’t striking them out.

>Back to work

>Back to work today. The Boss was not in on Friday either, so my work is now even farther behind. Tomorrow I am out in the field, so still no work will get done. Well, actually we got some done. But we still don’t have the big job done.

Em came with me this morning. She didn’t come to work with me, just to the city. Taking the day since Saturday was graduation. So she got a manicure, a pedicure and her eyebrows waxed. Then she walked around the city, texting me as she went. She had a good time, but her blister is back and was really painful by the time we went home.
The boys had a fire tonight, finally! And I couldn’t find the cable for my iPod™, I even sent a text to Tigger asking if he had it and could you buy them etc, then I found it and had to send him another text, “Nevermind”

So now I am going to say goodnight. I don’t know when I will be able to check in tomorrow. Till then.

>My trip to NYC, 6-7 June 2009

>I know this is not the first trip to NYC, and I seem to spend a lot of time there, but this was different in that we spent the night and so had two full days in Manhattan. My feet are sore and I have a blister on my heel, I am sunburned, tired and the skin on my upper thighs is chaffed from rubbing together. I thought that only happened to fat people, does this make me fat?

Let me start by telling you what went wrong. First off, the night before Em had to take D to the hospital because he was having seizures. So at first Em was thinking she would have to stay home and so Gwen and I would be going by ourselves. I was going through all the worries, didn’t know where the hotel was, didn’t know the name of the hotel, didn’t know where the circle line was etc. My main worry was that being by myself, since Gwen was attending a seminar, was that I would end up downtown on Broadway getting something pierced because I was bored! As it turned out Em came, she just had to come later because she had to get D’s meds from the pharmacy.

Next thing was on the train going to the city I looked at Gwen and said, “I remember what I forgot. My toothbrush.” She looked at me and said, “So did I.” That was easily solved, I found these single use toothbrush thingies at Duane Reade. When we got to the hotel, across the street at Penn Station there were two fire engines and 1 ambulance, all with their lights flashing. I took a notebook to write in my story, decided to toss it because it was covered in coffee stains and bought a replacement at Staples, it was the wrong type of notebook so I couldn’t write more of my story. Not that I would have had time. My left eye was bothering me all day Saturday and all day Sunday.

That’s all I can remember as going wrong. All minor things and not enough to ruin my trip. Next post with be about the trip along with pictures.

>I was posting on this forum I like, I post there a lot, and I said something and got the response, “You do know what *** is slang for, don’t you Foxx?” Well, of course I didn’t, and it felt like high school all over again, when the kids would tell jokes and I had no idea what they were talking about, I would have to go to my friend Angel and ask her, “Why is ‘because the British were coming’ funny?” And she would explain it to me, and she never laughed at me, not to my face and I am sure not behind my back either, she wasn’t like that. I knew the kids in class would laugh, in my face, I knew this from experience, for me high school was torture, dealing with other kids was hard for me.

So when I read that, I didn’t have Angel to ask, so I went to the Urban Dictionary, and the feeling I had was the same feeling I got in high school, that I was the stupidest kid in the class, not in the lessons, but in life knowledge. I was upset, and perplexed that I was upset by the opinion of people I don’t even know, just communicate with on a public forum. Just like the kids in high school didn’t really matter, a few years out of high school, I didn’t even remember their names, a few more years and I was far away, in a better place, making a new life for myself.
And this too will pass, although I am kicking myself for being a stupid kid, not stupid cause I didn’t know what they were saying, stupid for letting it get to me.

>Something that bothers me

>Have you received this e-mail? Maybe you’ve received one like it.

TOO Busy for a Friend?

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room On two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of Their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as The students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate Sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..

There is more to the e-mail, but if you have received it you know the rest, the end of the e-mail has a plea to forward the e-mail on, with a tug . . .

If
You’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there Is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If
You’re ‘too busy’ to take those few minutes right now to forward this Message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that little Thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The More people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching out to Those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow.. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You are

Emotional blackmail is what I call it, but that is not what bothers me, (I mean my mother has been doing that to me for years) what bothers me is I don’t always pass them on. Especially if I have received it before, if it has statements in it that I don’t agree with, so on and so forth. Sometimes I will just return it to the person that sent it to me. I don’t think that makes me a bad person to not do this, the fact is, it isn’t just a few minutes or a minor inconvenience, I don’t just have friends in my e-mail address book, I get newsletters and offers for books to read for review, I have to go through my address book and pick out who I want to send this to, who I think won’t be bothered by getting something like this.

I know posting this will not stop these e-mails from coming, I just wanted to voice my opinion about it.

>Last Saturday and Sunday

>Saturday was a fun day, Gwen and I did some errands in the morning, then we went to the park, I forgot my camera so I took pictures with my phone. Funny pictures like this one, similar to one I took before with Gwen. Then she got in the spirit of things and took this picture of me. But what was I taking a picture of?

Well her, of course!


Then Sunday morning, Tigger made a long arduous trip from his bedroom to the living room. It just wore him out.