Rrrrright.

MTV could not be more clueless.

They've chosen Christina Aguilera to host a documentary on abstinence????

And this is a good idea, umm, why?

Here's the full story.

Krypton

I am so bloomin' sore!

Flo and I went hiking yesterday at Lost Maples, and we did the full meal deal: the west trail and the extra loop. All in all it's about 6.5 miles of pretty rugged terrain... there are 3 really major hills that are about as steep as a flight of stairs and much, much longer. It's a major workout, and we love it. Plus it's just great girl time.

But when I got home and started telling David about a certain tiger-striped butterfly I saw out there, he got jealous and decided he wanted to go and take some photos. So we went back to Lost maples and ended up hiking another mile and a half while we were there. Yeah. wow. I collapsed in the car when I realized I had gone a total of 8 miles that day. My legs will never be the same again!

I am loving my new mac so much, although I am feeling like an idiot because it's so different and I'm pretty much lost in some respects in trying to find my way around. That will come eventually. But all in all it's a great machine, it's fast, and it doesn't have issues like my other computer does. My other computer tends to be passive-aggressive and likes to take out its age on me.

My only complaint with the mac is that the resolution is so small it hurts my eyes unless I wear my reading glasses, so I have to dutifully wear them as I type out my rambling commentaries on life and love. I feel very much like Scully right now.

So we watched Survivor Thursday night, and I wasn't too impressed with all the "Don't miss the first 10 minutes" hype they put out. Big whoop... the guys drank some funky drink, killed a pig, and climbed a pole. I like the FBI guy (just because I have a soft spot for nerdy FBI guys) and the two older women who don't mind working hard. The little preppies I can do without. But it should be a fun year.

Okay, I have a cat and a 7-year-old vying for my attention, so I guess I'm outta here. Lovey says ;alsdkfjadshljdhsflkjaweuhfkajsd.

Word.

New mama

I have an announcement to make. This may come as a huge surprise to many, as I wasn't expecting it myself. We have a big change in our family, one that will affect everything we do and a lot of people around us.

We have a new addition to our family. We're so excited. So proud. Would you like to see an early picture?



awwwww.... ain't it cute?

:)

I'm so excited. Got it yesterday. I'm sitting here typing on its little tiny keyboard right now. I have always been a Mac person, but haven't owned one in 10 years, which has made me very sad. My first computer was a Macintosh Performa 405, and I think it had 4 mgs of ram. But it was great. Never crashed. Getting used to Windows was not only a chore, but it was like downgrading to an inferior, junky product. So I am very happy, even though this iMac is totally different from the Mac I'm used to. It's got OS X on it, so I'm trying to find software for it now, but I'm planning on switching all my work-related stuff over, like my graphics and music software... that way our poor dinousaur of a PC can have some room to breathe.

Tonight David and I are going to see Sting and Annie Lennox in concert. That should be the bomb. It's cool to be able to knock out two artists at once... both have been on my "must-go-see-before-I-die" list, so there you have it.

Well now, I'm in need of some coffee, so I'm outta here for now. Love ya, mean it.

I LOVE MY MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ancient Egypt

And so I'm not remotely sleepy. Nope. Not at all.

Woke up really early this morning for "See You At The Pole." I went to the middle school, David went to the High School. Last year, they told me, there were only about 5 kids at the middle school. This year, we started with around 20, and by the time we were done praying and I opened my eyes, the number had practically doubled. It was very cool. I took donuts which wooed more than a couple into our fold. It's amazing how convincing breakfast pastries can be.

Okay, so my ticked-off friend and I are okay again. Ugh. That was really ugly. What made it so bad is that in the 3 years we've known each other -- and we're super close -- we've NEVER had a disagreement. So this one was really just... well, ugh. Didn't speak for two days. Man, I hate conflict. It makes me want to go to sleep. Except that then I can't sleep because I'm worried about the conflict. Which makes me sleepy the next day. Which makes my stomach hurt. Thank You, Lord, that's over. Anyway, yeah, we talked last night and put it away and all is well. Moving on...

I just logged into my wonderwoman@ladyjanegrey.com address that I haven't touched since, oh, April, and let me just say that spam just really hacks me off. That address is one that I would use just for my personal email (as opposed to the general ladyjanegrey account), so it's not like the address is out there for all the world to find. But I logged in tonight... there were 3317 emails in my inbox. Every single one of them was spam. And some are just so vulgar and over-the-top even in the subject line that I was shocked and apalled. I'm all for freedom of speech, but to be visually violated against my will (well, yeah, I know it's redundant) is really infuriating. I have a 7-year-old. If he were to read one of those subject lines inadvertently, well, he would be forever scarred. It's downright porn that I just really don't want in my freaking inbox. {end rant}

Can I tell you how much I love gmail? I love gmail. It's google's new email program. Very happy.

Umm, that's all I know. Boring night tonight. I'm going to attempt to sleep now, although I'm all sorts of wired. I had coffee at like 5:30 this evening, so it serves me right. Maybe I'll read with my stupid new READING GLASSES!!!!

All of our donuts are fresh.

Arrabbiata

Coming down off of a fun weekend... where to start, where to start?

Friday night played for a friend's release party, although it was a different sort of release party in that they filmed it for DVD later. Anyone who missed it missed a tremendous experience... His name is Bill Gokelman and omigosh... what an inspired artist. His stuff is all instrumental piano music, and it is absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. Go have a listen here. It's amazing.

Saturday night David and I went to Fredericksburg to celebrate his birthday... we had dinner at a freaking cozy little restaurant called The Nest... it's in an old house and only has 15-20 tables, so it's very small and intimate. We both had stuffed chicken with garlic potatoes and marinated portobello mushrooms and spinach... it was amazing. After dinner we went over to a cigar/wine bar-type place called Lincoln Street. Again, very cozy... they had live music and it was nice to actually just get to sit and listen for a change. The band that was playing is called Byrd and Street and they were nice... easy to listen to and very relaxing.

Today was church and then we celebrated David's b-day with his family, which was fun. I am still so full from lunch at Macaroni Grill.

So everything was fun till I think I inadvertently ticked off a friend. Actually, it's one of those situations where she took something totally the wrong way, and then said a bunch of passive-aggressive (but hurtful) things back, and by then I was really hurt and, well, you know how it goes. Sort of put a damper on my evening. So now I'm licking my wounds and wondering how long it's going to be before she decides to be nice again. Ugh.

I am so ready to fast for about 3 weeks. I am tired of eating. I am tired of eating. I am tired of eating. Make it stop. Please, make it stop.

Ich bin sehr alt.

Today I had my first experience with, "I'm not as young as I used to be." It was an odd feeling.

I've always been extremely healthy... no chronic problems, only seasonal allergies to speak of, but no major health concerns ever.

So today I went to the optometrist because I needed new contacts, and the first thing he said to me was, "You need to cut down on fats and get your cholesterol checked. I can tell from your corneas that it is high, and if it's showing up in your corneas there's blockage in your heart."

Nice.

Then, he says, "Your prescription has changed quite a bit from a year ago. Your eyes have gone from a 4 to a 4.75."

Great.

Then, he goes, "You have very weak muscles in your eyes. They probably bother you when you get tired," (which is true) "and you are going to need to start doing some eye exercises to correct them. They're pretty weak."

Fabulous.

And then, he follows that up with, "I want you to go ahead and get some reading glasses so you're not straining your eyes at close distances."

Geez, freakin' Louise! So I suddenly have blocked arteries, bad eyesight, weak eyeballs, and have to wear old lady reading glasses! What the heck? I left the doctor's office feeling very old. I think for the first time I realized, "Oh my gosh, I am over 30." And now I actually have to act like it... can't eat whatever I want anymore, etc. Oh well. It's an excuse to trim down and exercise.

It just doesn't seem fair that my best friend, who is 10 years older than me, can run 5 miles and has perfect eyes. Thank you, genetics.

So here I sit with my Wal-Mart reading glasses on, wondering how I'm going to be able to stay up all night tomorrow night with 30 teenagers! And I have to work tomorrow. And they don't have Starbucks at Six Flags.

We met with our good friend, Jay Tope, tonight who just announced his mayoral campaign here in San Antonio. He is the only one running who is not a rich attorney, and he really has a great vision for San Antonio and for cleaning up the Mayor Garza/City Council mess. Anyway, check out his site here. Get behind him. Get a yard sign. Get involved.

I am becoming my grandmother. I thought about it tonight... they are, have been all my life, very active Republicans. It's my heritage, it's bound to be my destiny to be involved on some level in politics. Even if it's just to rant.