13 January 2010

I Need Cookie Rehab ASAP

Am I the only one having a Christmas cookie meltdown? For days I have been wondering around the kitchen snacking on things I wouldn't normally give a secong glance at. My evening coffee seems like it is missing something. Something round containing sugar and flour and possibly peanut butter with a kiss on top.

I finally realized my addiction tonight when I was really thinking of dipping an Andes mint into a jar a peanut butter (only chocolate I could find). I didn't dip. Then my son Adam came in and said "Why are there no cookies made?" and he isn't even a sweets guy but X-mas cookies have him in their clutches now as well.

I've decided I am going to make some tomorrow.Pop tarts just aren't doing the trick. I think the way to go here is weaning off, not going cold turkey. Yes, that totally makes sense, whew, I don't need rehab after all.
Nyn

10 January 2010

Dear 2010....

Listen... no really, just focus on me Miss fancy pants 2010. I did the obligatory New Years Eve rituals. I ate pork and saurkraut. I toasted you at midnight and kissed my husband. I told my kids I loved them. I made resolutions and promised to be a better person and celebrate you for twelve whole months.
So maybe you didn't get the memo that this was to be a great year for me because in the first two weeks you have turned my 16 yr old from a sweet girl into the spawn of satan (thanks for that) and if that wasn't enough today you decided to have the cop pull me over (touche, nice one)and then after I crawled into bed for 3 hours, woke up feeling a tad better only to discover that you BROKE MY DRYER (now I am pissed).
IT's kind of like getting a new boss thinking things couldn't get worse and then finding out she was your nemisis in high school. BACK OFF 2010 because 2009 forgot to tell you a few things about me.
I have no in-between, none. I do the doormat thing for only so long and then I snap. So the gloves are off and your going to lose. I decided that as the cop had his lights on and I made him follow me to WaWa (same place 2009 made my pants fall to the ground) before I stopped because I needed a pit stop there anyway.
So send whatever you deem necessary because this year I am finding it funny and you can't ruffle these feathers. I just hope when my family sees me on the front page getting hauled off to jail they get alittle chuckle in the sign I am holding that says "BRING IT 2010....WHAT ELSE YOU GOT"
NYN

05 January 2010

I would call it stalking

Probably a bad title since I am talking about my son Adam and I think he just calls it...fact checking.

Adam takes my 16yr old Caity to Starbucks, well, alot and from what I gather he is quite in love with the drive through girl. This has worked well for Caity as she has been getting alot of Frappacinos lately so she's not complaining but says his method of picking up girls needs work. Adam was all kinds of excited yesterday because he found her facebook page (stalker) and he wants to check her out before he will proceed. Then I started thinking about his friends and how they all interact with women and it's just pathetic but the girls do it to.

Awhile back MK and I had met Adam and his friends and their parents at a pub and as I looked around the table they were all texting and checking facebook on their phones and when they did look up it was to say that there wern't any available girls even though 25 cuties had walked by the table. Then I would watch the tables of girls and they were doing the same thing. If they all would have put down the I-phones and looked up there could have been some connections but these days you need to have a good group of friends and cute pics posted from cool parties and beach pics from last summer and then just maybe someone new will friend you. (that and if 10 of their friends say they can)

I would like to think that meeting total strangers was fun when I was dating but then the ones I could have weeded out early would have made life easier. Hmmm I wonder if by the time my daughter is in her early twenties maybe she will check a program to also see what her children would look like with someone on facebook before she...friends them?
Me personally, Mk just buys me a drink and tells me I am a cutie and I am going home with him. No facebook page needed.
Nyn
Ps.. The Starbucks girl would be a lucky one if she gets "friended" by my Adam :)

02 January 2010

Strong women just get stronger

As I have been thinking about my personal goal for the new year, every scenario I conjure up requires strength. Lots of it. Whether it's the strength I will need when someone crashes into me while I am driving as I am a magnet for that, or dealing with parenting issues (give me strength) or those funny, want to stab myself, family issues (give me strength). I realized over the holidays that the older women in my life not only have it but share it without knowing it.
My mom has just lost 65 lbs and I walked in yesterday to the poster women for "Chico's". She had on jeans with heels, highlights in the hair and some kick ass jewelry. She was having a mango rum drink after cooking a New years day feast for everyone...she just keeps getting stronger.
We were at my mother in laws last week and celebrated her 80th birthday. Now before I get to the "strong" part I do need to mention that while cooking a ham for us she may have set the oven at 500 degrees when she meant to set the timer at 5:00, those pesky 5's. Anyway so she proceeds to tell us that she was going to get the Ab Rocket lounger because she NEEDS to work on those abs. OMG Joan, exactly what are you going to do with rock hard abs??? We decided we don't need to know we just need to keep checking on her to make sure she isn't stuck in it and can't get up...she just keeps getting stronger.
So me, Nyn, it's the new year and I am headed to the gym. I use the pool for exercise and to get stronger but mentally I need strength. Not to keep going to the gym but for when the 50/50 factor kicks in and some idiot slams into my car while I am driving there...strength to carry on and if I am correct....to look good doing it.
Happy New Year
Nyn

12 December 2009

The game of "Operation"... Let's play

I am quite sure the reason people are addicted to Xanax is because of Surgeons visits themselves. The absurdity of it all and the ensued stress is enough to make anyone start taking massive quantities of pain killers chased by Tequila.

First of all I am not there to make friends in the waiting room. Please don't talk to me there or want me to color with your child while I am waiting to find out my fate. This isn't a Bingo hall.

Also, your cat scan scheduler is a bitch. I don't need to hear how swamped she is with work while I am wondering if I have to have another surgery at Christmas time. I mean really, this is her job.

If it were up to me I would like to discuss how you are going to cut me open and fix this... say... sitting in your living room so you can focus on just me. Maybe we could have your wife bring us some coffee and you can tell me how much care you will give me because you realize that if you don't I am about to go postal(sorry usps workers but you kind of coined the phrase) I would also like you to explain why you think you are qualified to play "Operation" on me while promising NOT to make the buzzer go off.

I am not someone to forget so I will be wearing the most outrageous outfit to my next appt. (think blinking lights and lots of perfume) and bringing Kate Gosselins bodyguard "Steve" with me so that I seem VERY important, after I have consumed Xanax and Tequila because I know how SWAMPED you and your staff are and this way ensuring that I will not be just another co-pay in your day.

See you Tuesday Mr. Surgeon guy
Nyn

29 November 2009

Is this month over yet?

I need November to be put in the history books. I declared it over weeks ago but Thanksgiving didn't get the message. Being me is a difficult thing to manage because most people either love what they already have or hate their life and want what they don't have. I am so happy for what I have and so bitchy about what I don't. hmmm

It has been a tough month physically and I still won't have answers for a few more weeks which has kept me in the house alot. I get myself to the point of being jealous of people who are out in the world even though I adore my family and the things around me also knowing that when I do go out I just end up wishing I was at home being comfy and enjoying my familiar crazy circle of family.

So today I decided to go out shopping for alittle bit. Just me. Some Nyn time to mingle among the 'Normals' for a bit. I was listening ( aka. eavesdropping) as I was looking at lotions and then I hear this man say to his wife "What is body butter?" and then she says " you put it on and lick it". OMG this is why I like my life because maybe if I was in another healthier body these are the morons that would be in my life. So while that idiot is at home licking chemicals off of her skin trying to get the taste of vanilla I am here listening to my normal people yelling for the Steelers and eating Creme brulee that MK made. Well it's my normal anyway.

Here's to December.... I may or may not leave the house.
Nyn

11 November 2009

Scams...and why they work

My daughter Caity loves pigs, all things pigs. She has slept with her "Mr. Pig" stuffed animal since she was little. She collects pigs. Her screen saver is...pigs. I'm not sure why since we don't live on a farm and are not big animal people but she adores them.

She has always wanted one as a pet which would never happen in this house so I always assumed when I visit her as an adult I would have to be nice to a large pot bellied pig if I wanted through the door but I guess pig people have found a way to try to make this happen sooner.

Caity found out they now make designer micro pigs. They are called tea cup pigs and are now the rage (along with a rage price tag) and she has made it her mission to have one.

This brings me to the scam. A man from the "UK" emailed her and said he would send her one for "free" if she just paid him...shipping. OMG she was so excited thinking she had hit the perverbial jackpot! The emails were flying back and forth as I tried to explain to her that there was no pig and this man just wants her money. She said "but mom he even sent me pics". I am positive if not for her father and I a man in the UK would be six hundred dollars richer.

Scams work because people want to believe and I know of one 16yr. old who still believes and just thinks her mom is a wet blanket. I just hope while I am writing this that Caity isn't out getting a money order.

Oh and if you will just send me 600 dollars I will tell you how to stop a scam from happening to your daughter :)
Nyn