I just want to say happy belated birthday to Osto, who turned 35 on Saturday. We headed north to our favorite town to celebrate. My parents were generous and took our kids for the weekend at the family cottage. The kids met some of their extended family, snowmobiled, icefished, and played. We were able to have quiet dinners, sit in the hot tub in a snowfall, shop, gamble, and sleep in late - all without the whining of little people - which made it just about heaven.
So here's to you Osto! Happy Birthday, I love you! You are officially old now, like me!
P.S. Listen to the song at the left called, My Wish...I couldn't say it better if I'd written it myself.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sparkle Lounge Tour
Looking at their websites, Def Leppard and Styx are looking pretty good (maybe lots of plastic surgery?), but the REO dudes are looking ooh-eld! I hope they can still rock 'cause I will be at their concert in April.
God Bless the power ballad and big hair!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
January Ramblings...
Wow, it's been a long times since I've posted anything. I have blogger's block. I'll just have to ramble...sorry in advance....
Babygirl got her hair cut, it is so cute. She decided when we got home she needed her nails done too. She's a diva so I indulged, even meticulously applying teeny tiny stickers to each nail.
She's also been working hard on her dance recital number. Its a rollicking number from Hairspray. And...she got a guitar for Christmas. Its a Daisy Rock, they make smaller guitars, just for girls. Its fabulous and we have to get her into lessons.
I've been trying to learn how to play the guitar since I was 11. Self-taught. I did take lessons once as a college elective back in the day. {Osto thinks this is funny that I (ok - my parents) actually paid tuition money for me to take such classes as guitar, downhill skiing and swimming. I claim it is part of my well-rounded college experience. Ok, and that I had so many "general electives" I had to fulfill in order to actually graduate...I digress} Sadly my guitar "professor" was a stoner. He got kicked out of the school the semester after I got my A- for smoking something with students (it was not me, Mom). Did I retain? No. Did I practice? No. Do I still want to be able to jam around the Camp Osto campfire? Yes! Anyways...too bad I don't know anyone in any local bands who could give a girl a free lesson...or maybe come and play at Camp Osto this summer...
Gotta give a shout out to my Mom, who finally after a year and a half, posted a comment on my blog! (note to readers: bloggers crave the comment like a crack whore on Division). Thanks Mom, you'll never know the ways you inspire me. If I only had that cleaning gene you possess...
Speaking of cleaning...I bought a new vacuum with Osto's poker winnings. Um, I mean, overtime earnings. It is really gross to discover what has been lurking in my carpet. It's called the Bissell Healthy Home Vac...note - I am buying locally made in the US of A products!
Work is manic - very busy, sorta confusing, compounded by strange people who have no clue...I guess I thrive in that environment. I'm very adaptable. Working in customer service is funny. You have to be compassionate even when you think every person is an idiot.
Speaking of idiots....Osto and I have decided that 85% of the population are idiots. Part II of this story is that I am not a people person. Really, that's probably another post.
T-Bird is doing awesome in school...aceing 5th grade math and anything they throw his way. He started phase II of fencing. I still do not understand this sport. I need to Google it.
I love Google. Why, why, why didn't I buy stock in this blasted company? My Dad, Matt, and I figured we would be millionaires had we just invested $10,000 when this stock launched. My sister-in-law's brother works there and it sounds like the coolest place to work on this earth. They have video games, fully stocked snack bars, and more! Companies seriously underrate the power of a full stocked snack bar and fridge. Gallup scores would be rockin' if we had this at work. I consider this as "having the tools I need to do my job" in a heartbeat!
The Chooch is hell on wheels. Terrible two's at three and a half. That kid can whine! WOW! He is stubborn one minute and sweet as pie the next. We are on the hunt for Jango Fett. If you know of one that I don't have to bid for on e-bay, let me know.
Ok...I'm out of ramblings. Peace out!
Babygirl got her hair cut, it is so cute. She decided when we got home she needed her nails done too. She's a diva so I indulged, even meticulously applying teeny tiny stickers to each nail.
She's also been working hard on her dance recital number. Its a rollicking number from Hairspray. And...she got a guitar for Christmas. Its a Daisy Rock, they make smaller guitars, just for girls. Its fabulous and we have to get her into lessons.I've been trying to learn how to play the guitar since I was 11. Self-taught. I did take lessons once as a college elective back in the day. {Osto thinks this is funny that I (ok - my parents) actually paid tuition money for me to take such classes as guitar, downhill skiing and swimming. I claim it is part of my well-rounded college experience. Ok, and that I had so many "general electives" I had to fulfill in order to actually graduate...I digress} Sadly my guitar "professor" was a stoner. He got kicked out of the school the semester after I got my A- for smoking something with students (it was not me, Mom). Did I retain? No. Did I practice? No. Do I still want to be able to jam around the Camp Osto campfire? Yes! Anyways...too bad I don't know anyone in any local bands who could give a girl a free lesson...or maybe come and play at Camp Osto this summer...
Gotta give a shout out to my Mom, who finally after a year and a half, posted a comment on my blog! (note to readers: bloggers crave the comment like a crack whore on Division). Thanks Mom, you'll never know the ways you inspire me. If I only had that cleaning gene you possess...
Speaking of cleaning...I bought a new vacuum with Osto's poker winnings. Um, I mean, overtime earnings. It is really gross to discover what has been lurking in my carpet. It's called the Bissell Healthy Home Vac...note - I am buying locally made in the US of A products!
Work is manic - very busy, sorta confusing, compounded by strange people who have no clue...I guess I thrive in that environment. I'm very adaptable. Working in customer service is funny. You have to be compassionate even when you think every person is an idiot.
Speaking of idiots....Osto and I have decided that 85% of the population are idiots. Part II of this story is that I am not a people person. Really, that's probably another post.
T-Bird is doing awesome in school...aceing 5th grade math and anything they throw his way. He started phase II of fencing. I still do not understand this sport. I need to Google it.
I love Google. Why, why, why didn't I buy stock in this blasted company? My Dad, Matt, and I figured we would be millionaires had we just invested $10,000 when this stock launched. My sister-in-law's brother works there and it sounds like the coolest place to work on this earth. They have video games, fully stocked snack bars, and more! Companies seriously underrate the power of a full stocked snack bar and fridge. Gallup scores would be rockin' if we had this at work. I consider this as "having the tools I need to do my job" in a heartbeat!
The Chooch is hell on wheels. Terrible two's at three and a half. That kid can whine! WOW! He is stubborn one minute and sweet as pie the next. We are on the hunt for Jango Fett. If you know of one that I don't have to bid for on e-bay, let me know.
Ok...I'm out of ramblings. Peace out!
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Pet Peeves
Let's talk about Pet Peeves. First of all, I think the name "pet peeve" is fast becoming a pet peeve of mine. I mean, who says "pet" about anything but their dog or cat? Isn't that oxymoronish? I digress...
1) Cell Phone Names
Blackberry, Razr*, Shadow, Chocolate, Sidekick, Wing, Upstage, Muziq*, Dash, Blast, and so on and so on and so on? Do you notice that not one of these ridiculous names makes any sense for a cell phone? Do they describe excellence in communication? No. They make me feel hungry or the need to quickly escape impending doom.
2) These same marketing people must work in the travel trailer industry. These campers have names like Prowler, Cougar, Pioneer, Wolfpack, Graywolf, Cherokee or Arctic Fox. This makes camping at the ol' state park sound down right dangerous! Better bring the Graywolf! I could go on and on with this one.
3) *Changing the correct lettering of a word to be cute, typically for a business or a product.
Like "Krissy's Kutting Korner" or "Knot Knew Used Books." This sends me over the edge.
4) Finally, I thought I'd include Osto's pet peeve too. He can't stand it when people don't use their eating utensils correctly. (click here for directions on how to eat correctly in Osto's presence). This is especially funny coming from Osto, who would never ever be confused with Mr. Manners. I guess his parents taught him well on table manners, but he would receive a failing grade for Setting the Table and Flatulence and Other Bodily Gasses.
1) Cell Phone Names
Blackberry, Razr*, Shadow, Chocolate, Sidekick, Wing, Upstage, Muziq*, Dash, Blast, and so on and so on and so on? Do you notice that not one of these ridiculous names makes any sense for a cell phone? Do they describe excellence in communication? No. They make me feel hungry or the need to quickly escape impending doom.
2) These same marketing people must work in the travel trailer industry. These campers have names like Prowler, Cougar, Pioneer, Wolfpack, Graywolf, Cherokee or Arctic Fox. This makes camping at the ol' state park sound down right dangerous! Better bring the Graywolf! I could go on and on with this one.
3) *Changing the correct lettering of a word to be cute, typically for a business or a product.
Like "Krissy's Kutting Korner" or "Knot Knew Used Books." This sends me over the edge.
4) Finally, I thought I'd include Osto's pet peeve too. He can't stand it when people don't use their eating utensils correctly. (click here for directions on how to eat correctly in Osto's presence). This is especially funny coming from Osto, who would never ever be confused with Mr. Manners. I guess his parents taught him well on table manners, but he would receive a failing grade for Setting the Table and Flatulence and Other Bodily Gasses.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Addiction
If you know the name Tom Morrello, you know what I am talking about. It's GH3 and I'm officially addicted. I cannot get past Lou on Medium. Its driving me crazy!
Ugh....just needing to vent.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Happy New Year
Ok, so its January 2. I don't do resolutions. I don't have the attention span for it. So good luck with yours! However, after a two month hiatus, I have started running again. Loss of all aforementioned muscletone has convinced me that this is very very necessary. In fact, I'm gearing up for the:
2008 Fifth Third River Bank Run
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Osto verbally committed to running the 10K and I'm going for the 5K (unless I'm really inspired). You should join Camp Osto and go for it! For all the details, click here. You can download a training calendar and there is plenty of time to get ready!
Make this the year you start running, re-start running, or try something new (and even if that sounds like a resolution, its not)!
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