Sunday, January 29, 2006

Here and there

So I realized tonight that I really really love the person my husband is.
I am in San Diego, with out him, and the first time in my entire life, I am homesick on vacation.
I love you, Alan.
More than you could ever imagine and hope for.
I can't wait to be next to you.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

OK, I'm doing this one, and this one only people!!!

5 Weird Habits I have:

1) I brush my teeth while making my bead. But you already know this.
2) My bedroom clock is ALWAYS set 15 minutes ahead of real time.
3) I organize the dishes that I put in the dishwasher.
4) I flip my hair. ( I know this is not weird, but I hate this about me)
5) No matter when I get off work in the evenings, I call my parents. I call it my daily check in, but then I never seem to talk to them on the weekends.

5 People I'm tagging:

Not gonna tag anyone. I feel like being nice today.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

10,000 + 1

That is how many things I have to do by five this evening.
But instead of getting started, I just had to comment about the jingly lady in my Bodyflow class from last night, which I love btw.
The woman had on bracelets during workout. Jingly bangles.
Every time she moved her arm I heard it.
Every time she went to downward dog, I heard it.
Now I ask you, why is she wearing jewelry during workout???
Honestly people.
It's like putting on full party make-up to hang out at the local pool.
I'll never get it.

Sunday, January 22, 2006


Ok. Anyone who knows Alan knows he is super laid back, likes pretty much everybody and hardly ever says his opinion out loud.
He is so quiet at times you think he may not even have an opinion or be bothered by anything that ever happens.

But yesterday.
Yesterday I learned something new.

We went to lunch at Super Salad. So good. And healthy.
He forgot to bring in some cash to tip the waitress and on his way out to the car he runs into a former client (who secretly loves him and wants to steal him from me).
This lady is so loud that I can hear her from across the restaurant.
"Oh Alan (squeal). How are you? This is my sister Angela. Angela this is Alan . . . "
Now. My back was turned to this. So I only heard.
Alan gets back to the table and I asked him who he ran into.
While rolling his eyes and using an exasperated tone, he tells me.
We are done with our food at this point in time.
I ask him if he is ready to go. He shrugs his shoulders.
"You don't want to have to walk by and introduce me and talk to that lady, do you?"
He says. "She is really talky. You know those people who trap you into conversation. I can never get out of it."
I proceed to laugh. A lot.
My quiet, nice, nothing bothers him, hubby is willing to drag out a meal in order to avoid talking to a perfectly nice, but overly chatty, woman.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Next Week

Next week I will be in a different city, different state, miles away from Alan and his don't eat that fatty, look.
I will be with a most fabulous friend.
I will eat fish tacos.
Go wine bar hopping.
Maybe even have a burger from In and Out. With fries.
I already feel sinful.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

. . . and that's when you know to grab your hoe!

So says my Grandmother.
She is an 85-year-old that continues to mow 105 acre farm every spring and summer, rides her bike at least a mile every day and grabs her hoe when the guineas are circling because that means there is a snake in the yard.
I think the woman has more energy and life at 85 than I do at 25.
And when asked why she doesn't find a boyfriend and maybe remarry, "Why would I want to take care of some man at my age?"

Monday, January 16, 2006

The Voices

Everyone does them. Everyone.
I won't believe you if you say you don't!

Hubby and I often say, out loud to each other, what our cats are saying/thinking to us or each other. Very funny stuff.
It is one of those rare times that Hubby shows his humor.
He is a really funny guy, but so quiet most of the time that no body knows that.
Shana, she's one of my ultra fabulous friends, does the voices as well. Actually, she may have started me on it.
I used to be afraid to fly.
Get pretty nervous before I would get on a plane.
One weekend in college I had to fly home to go to some stupid banquet with some stupid guy I was seeing and Shana drove me to the airport.
Very very small airport.
To calm me down, she sat with me for about an hour.
We sat looking out the windows at the tiny plane I was going to have to board.
And because Shana is such a funny ladie, she did the voices of air traffic control and the pilot talking to each other about getting ready to go.
It went something like this.

"Air traffic control, I think I am ready to go, over"
"You are a no go, red light is not blinking on the back of the plane, you are a no go. Have you pushed the on button?, over"
"On button has been activated over"
"Oh, Oh, the red light is now blinking. You are go, over"
"What does the red blinking light mean air traffic control?, over"
"Ummm . . . No time for questions Captain. You must be going now to stay on schedule, over"

It may not seem funny now. But that day it was the best.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

The Biggest Loser

They let me in.
I am part of the Biggest Loser Challenge. (link on sidebar)

On a side note, Hubby and I are going to a Houston Rockets game on Saturday. It was his Christmas present from me. Very exciting, I know.
I have just recently made myself tolerate watching basketball on t.v.
I'm hoping the live experience will have a good effect on my attitude toward the sport. And I am hoping they don't serve funnel cakes there cause I will totally cheat on my diet.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

The Fourth Floor

Everyone in the office knows, if you have to poop you go to the fourth floor.
No one ever goes in there.
Unless they have to poop of course.
So we make a joke of it.
"Ok, I'm going to the fourth floor now."
Now they know I'm pooping.
Anyhoo, yesterday, I had to go to the fourth floor.
There was a client in the conference room and the door was open.
An uber handsome, getting a divorce, if I wasn't married I would totally hit on this man, client.
From my office, I have to walk by the conference room to go out.
Well, one of the girls did not know of this client and very loudly says as I pass her office, "Hey, you on your way to the fourth floor?!"
Face turns bright red.
Ok, I know he doesn't know what that means.
But he looked at me strange. And I know he could tell I was embarrassed about something.
Oh it was terrible.
I felt like I was back in high school and I just tripped up the stairs in front of the cutest quarterback.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Damn you fashion!!

I am wearing some really really cute shoes today.
And the fuckers hurt.
Now I remember why I haven't worn these shoes in a year.
The tops of my feet are crying. I can hear them.

Oh, the price I pay to feel better about myself.

Also, thank you for the words of encouragement and love (you know who you are) this past week. I'm a lucky ladie to have you all in my life.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Ok, Lets Try This

I'm in the angry stage.
You know the one.
Nobody says anything right. You feel your life can get no worse. You hate everything you see and feel.
The angry stage.
I know in my mind this is part of the process. Woe is me.
It fucking sucks.
I'm pissed off.
Not at anything. I'm just in a really bad mood.
I don't hate work. I love it. But today, it is my worst enemy.
All I want is my mommy.
God, I'm pathetic.
Anybody know the next phase?

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Local jeweler Huntley dies

Eagle Staff Writer

Funeral services are Wednesday for local businessman John David Huntley, whom friends said will be remembered for his generosity and honesty.

The owner of John D. Huntley Inc. - a worldwide dealer in Swiss watches, loose diamonds, jewelry and rare coins - died Sunday at College Station Medical Center from complications following surgery, according to friends. He was 48.

The Aggie 100 - a list of the 100 fastest-growing businesses owned or operated by graduates of Texas A&M University - recently named Huntley's business as No. 24 on the list for 2005.

Services for John D. Huntley of Bryan are set for 11 a.m. Wednesday at St. Thomas Episcopal Church. Burial will be at Bryan City Cemetery. Memorials can be made to the Russian Orthodox Church, P.O. Box 2912, College Station, Texas 77841.

The 1979 Aggie graduate, who collected rare coins and other items since childhood, was able to turn that passion into a career by working at the Texas Coin Exchange. The owner eventually sold the store to Huntley and a few others. By 1990, Huntley opened his own business on South College Avenue and gave it his name.

Longtime friend Jerry Nance, who said he met Huntley 25 years ago and started working with him about six months ago, said he routinely went to coin and watch shows "all over the place" with him.

"He loved to travel," Nance said. "He would go to watch shows in Europe to bring back coins and jewelry and meet people from all over the world."

Huntley moved to Bryan from Killeen in 1976 and received his bachelor's degree from Texas A&M in 1979. He served as a first lieutenant in the Army National Guard with the 124th Cavalry at Fort Hood and remained an avid supporter of the military, friends said.

According to reports from friends and associates, Huntley stepped on an unknown object in his driveway Thursday night. He was treated for the pain at College Station Medical Center, where it later was discovered that the unknown object had introduced a bacterial infection into his blood.

Tommy Crenshaw, manager of Huntley's store, said doctors performed two surgeries to remove the infected tissue, but they were unable to slow the spread of the infection. He was pronounced dead just after 5 p.m. Sunday.

"He will be missed greatly," Crenshaw said. "He was one of the most fair and honest businessmen in town."

Huntley's friends said he will be remembered for his generosity not just within the local community, but overseas as well, as he often sent care packages to troops.

Father Cassian Samuel Sibley, a Russian Orthodox priest officiating at Huntley's funeral Wednesday, said Huntley's legacy is alive in the people who loved him.

"Before he died, his hospital room was inundated with people who work for him. In my experience, people don't usually have that much love and admiration for their employers, but they did for him," Sibley said. "He was a self-made man - decent and upright. He was a good father and a good family man. That will be his legacy."

Huntley is survived by his wife, Natalia, and their 5-year-old son, John II.

I worked for this man for two and half years. He took me to Vegas, New York twice, Skiing in Red River and he paid for mine and Alan's hotel room for our wedding night so we could stay somehwere nice.
We got the call around noon on New Years. "The doctor says John has only 12 hours left". We rushed to the hospital. We sat there for four hours.
I feel so lost and heartbroken.
He gave me my first job out of college. He taught me more than I know existed about business. And it seems so strange to know that a man so much a part of my life, is now gone. And I have no idea how to cope with this pain.