Milestone, Schmilestone.

I can't believe I'm thirty. It feels weird. Maybe I'll be "29 again". Hmm. Nah, that's silly.

The best part about my birthday is because it's around Thanksgiving (sometimes the day after), I always get a nice looong weekend. This year that part was great, but the best part is the diamond ring from my husband. I totally wasn't expecting that one. All I wanted a light fixture for the bar area! He's also making me a special dinner tonight, but I don't know what it is. He always makes dinner, and I clean up. Does this mean I have to clean up tonight, too?

I'm spoiled this year. It makes the whole 30 thing not so bad. The ring, plus my parents took us to the Eagles, and this weekend we are going to Temecula (I can't wait to wine-taste & spaaaah) to celebrate joint birthdays with Stacey and the newly 40 George. Maybe that's why I don't mind my new age - I'm still the young one ;)

Pirate Husband (arrrgh)

Well I haven't been to an Emergency Room in quite a while...since the first time Jessie broke her wrist. Nothing like a Friday night to visit one. I'm on my way to meet the husband there, he's got a chunk of wood lodged in his eye. Sick.

I feel bad, but I'm kinda glad I wasn't home so I didn't have to try to fish it out. Eyeballs gross me out.

I wonder if they’ll give him an eye patch – that’d be awesome. Pirate Husband, arrrgh.

Eagles Concert

The Eagles rock! Saturday night we went to see the Eagles Farewell I 2005 Tour at the Indian Wells Tennis Gardens. It was awesome. Almost surreal, and on so may different levels. First of all, I have never gone to a concert that was 1.96 miles away from my house. It only took about 10 minutes to get parked. Concerts usually involve 2+ hours of driving (both ways), and in the case of Green Day/Blink 182 concert we went to in San Diego - 2 hours to get out of the arena after midnight, when we all had to work in the morning.

We went with my parents, my sister, and Mike's sister & her husband. It's cool to be able to do things like that with my parents. They all came over to our house before hand for the pre-party. I have only been to one other concert with my parents, which was Joe Walsh, coincidentally. We all had a great time, and we got my mom to dance with us. She actually danced more than I did! It's just so unnatural to sit down at a concert! Beers were of course $7 each, but that didn't stop us. Mike and I even got by the "security" with 4 Miller Lites stuffed in his pockets, while we were each drinking one.

They played for 3 hours, with a 20-30 minute intermission, no opening act. At first I thought it was going to be too long of a show, but they got to play all the songs I wanted to hear, plus some songs from their solo careers, too, like Funk #49, Boys of Summer, etc. I never thought I'd see the Eagles period, much less in such a small venue. Awesome!

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There are two methods to this letter scrambling. The above is the easier of the two, click here to see the more difficult version.

Does this mean I don't have to correct my typos anymore?

Schwarzenegger Keeps Calling Me!

I set up a Voice Over IP phone system at home a few weeks ago. It's a little cheaper than our regular phone service, but now we have all the cool little extras like Caller ID, voicemail, and some stuff I don't use like 3-way calling, plus we have unlimited long distance. Oh also, I can access a list of the incoming, missed and outgoing calls online. It's a little Big Brother for myself, but with teenagers its more like "Big Mama". It helps me spy on them!

I didn't cancel our landline yet (just in case), so I set up those calls to auto-forward to the VoIP number. Except for having to use 10-digit dialing (as in, area code for local calls, too. Grrrr!), it's been working pretty well. There are some minor (curable) issues like the Republicans keep calling to remind/threaten me to vote tomorrow. I can't wait till that's over! I accidentally hung up on Arnold, he's the only one of those calls I like. Just hearing him say Cawli-FOR-nya over my phone is amusement enough to listen. I chuckle, hang up, and The Husband says "Who was that?" as I walk off. I just matter of factly say "Schwarzenegger", as if he calls me all the time. Every November, anyway.

Me, and the Three

Since Jessie left us (whatever), I live with 3 dudes. Even the cat is male! Between Chase (whose job it is), Tucker, and The Husband, you'd think one of them could take the trash out to the street. But, no.

I believe this to be the 4th week in a row I have either taken all 3 cans to the street, or brought the empty cans back in. Mind you, I do this in 3" heels, and a skirt, in wet grass...late for work. It's not that I'm too prissy to do it (obviously), but not only is this not my chore, none of the various other residents of the house wear heels. Uhh...that I know of, anyway. After Chase's girl pants, eyeliner and nail polish, oh it frightens me to consider. Starfark, did I just jinx myself?

Balls, Conceit, or Senility

The time change signifies two things I hate, the return of snowbird traffic, and 5:04pm darkness. Blech! The combination of the two is a double-whammy, due to my genetic limited night-visibility. If you're unfamiliar with snowbirds, I'll tell you that A. Locals love them because they inject money into the economy of the Valley, and B. Locals hate them because they figured out how to live somewhere during the summer months that does not involve 120+ degree weather.

Now, snowbird traffic is really an artform. They somehow manage to turn a 700 series BMW into a death-machine. The surprise is in the way this death-machine performs. Say, deciding IN the intersection that they now want to turn left, as opposed to their forward direction of travel. Too bad the left turn lane has a red. Well, in that case you would just brake, turn your wheels to the left, signal, and wait for a green light. No one would mind, right? You'd think the root of the word INTERSECTion would trigger just a little apprehension. Seriously, how does one think its OK to sit in the middle of an intersection. Is it balls, conceit, or senility?

As an aside, Halloween was great fun last night. I had a few good scares, and learned an important parenting skill: before you dress your kid up in an elaborate strapped-in/helmeted/gloved/cape-wearing costume, the kid should pee. BTW, thanks for Catherine Porter for a rockin Halloween party Saturday, and John Stanley King for playing songs like Superstition to keep me dancing all night.