Jul. 9th, 2009 08:18 pm
samsom: (breaking hearts)
There was an overturned cement mixer on the highway this morning.

Did I nearly rear end the car in front of me rubber necking:

A) The overturned cement mixer?

B) The wounded driver?

C) Hot firemen?


Although, of course, I hope the driver was okay. Even if he thought taking a right turn going more than five miles an hour was a great idea.



Sober, Pink.

Light On, David Cook. Um, is this an American Idol guy, because I've never heard of him before?

Cover Me, Bruce Springsteen

I'm on Fire, Bruce Springsteen

What About Now, Daughtry
samsom: (afraid of the dark)
I have been so lazy lately, not wanting to post about anything much. But, this is an LJ, and I am paying for it, so -

My 4th was fun. Drove out to a field on a hill that overlooks a number of wineries and a large park. A few of the wineries and the park put on a fireworks show every year. We had chairs and blankets and snacks. Didn't honestly think I needed blankets, this being July in Paso Robles, but omg, once the sun went down, the temp dropped from 90 degrees to 50. I had capris and flip flops on. Brrr. But I packed three blankets and coats for the kids, plus my trusty pull over, so, you know, parts of me were warm enough. My daughter sat in the back of my friend's truck under her blanket and my son fell asleep after I wrapped him in his coat and two blankets and sat him in my lap with his pacifier. He fell asleep and slept through the whole twenty minute display - and we were pert near underneath the closest works, so wow. Wish he slept that well at home. My daughter screamed in excitment once it started and pretty much didn't stop for five minutes. LOL

So today, I am relaxing, hoping to finish a c/a ficlet before the weekend is over, and jonesing for a really good, really scary movie. Supernatural, not slasher. Anyone seen that one Robert De Niro did a couple of years ago? Is it any good?

Oh, and I've been lurking on the fringes of the warnings 'debate' the last few days, reading both sides. I've never had any occurances for my fic, but I don't think, in case I write something especially harsh (like what I plan on getting done today), that I want to hurt anyone who may stumble on it, so my new rule is that I will warn for anything that I think might be trigger-ish. Do I have to do this? No. But I don't want to hurt anyone either. I don't honestly know if anything I've ever written has ever been triggery for anyone, and maybe I'm overstating my importance in the fanfic community, but better safe than sorry.


Nov. 7th, 2008 07:25 pm
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You know, I love the Friday before a four day holiday, but what's even better is that I'm actually looking forward to going back to work on Wednesday. I enjoy my job. I spent eleven years and some odd months conditioning myself to hate Fridays because I knew I'd have to go back to the job from hell two short days after that. But now? I smile when I start the car on Monday morning. Even though I race to get me and two kids ready in one lousy hour five days a week, and even though I still loathe leaving them with other people, when I drive down the highway, cursing the slow drivers who hog the fast lane, I'm in a good mood.

So why do I feel like the other shoe's about to drop right on my head?

I'm eating Cobb Salad, I have four episodes of Ghost Hunters to indulge myself with later, aaannnnd I'm watching Unruhe, an awesomely scary X-Files. I'll always remember when Mulder is on the phone with Scully, telling her about the killer being elevated in some way, and we see the suspect behind Scully's shoulder, up on stilts.

Perfectly executed. I still shiver when I think about that shot.

Also, the actor playing the suspect was very good. Talk about the shifty eyes!

Another thing I love about this episode is as much as Mulder's unconventional investigation helps him to find Scully, and helps to profile the killer, it is Scully's conventional police work that leads her to the suspect to begin with. Very awesome validation of Scully.


in which I rant on Prop 8 )
samsom: (fang four)
The dishes are done, the bottles are washed, the babies are asleep and I Never Thought I'd See the Day by Sade is in my ears.

An hour of bliss.


True Blood spoilery talk beneath )

Dexter, don't stay away long, buddy.


Jul. 8th, 2008 01:03 pm
samsom: (Default)
I finally have more than a few minutes to post something. The baby is sleeping soundly after a bath and bottle and I don't have a five year old trying to crawl into my available lap because she's at school and the hubby is at the gym.

It's not 'mine, all mine' time, but it's close enough for government work.

*wiggles toes in imaginary grass*

status of me )


Jan. 17th, 2008 06:47 pm
samsom: (rocking my baby)
I knew it, but it's good to have the confirmation.

My ob/gyn left me a message on voice mail.

The amniocentesis results came back.

My little guy is healthy and normal. I don't think I actually posted about this part, but after I was told about the possibility of my daughter's tonsil being swollen due to a tumor, some blood work done because of my age showed some abnormal indicators about the baby inside me.

The pathology on my baby girl's tonsil came back.


samsom: (the horror)
Know when not to accidently throw your car into neutral would be?

Going up 1600 feet on Cuesta Grade at 55 miles an hour.

Then, when when trying to correct it, best not to panic and accidently throw it into reverse.


That was last week. My cell had been flung to the passenger floorboard by some overenthusiastic application of my breaks and I foolishly tried to get it back while speeding up the center lane.

Not my shiningest moment.

Then this morning, I misjudged the distance to the right turn into my workplace and nearly took it on two wheels. Lots of witnesses to that embarrassing squeal of tires.

For years now, the friends that have rode with me in a car have sworn never to do it again and I always end up in the passenger seat because no one will let me drive. I always used to get offended but now that I'm driving longer distances to get to work, I'm beginning to think they may have had a point.

Not that they'll ever find out about any of this.


Jan. 6th, 2008 09:20 pm
samsom: (barf animated)
Watching the L Word season premiere.

minor spoiler )


Tomorrow's my first day at the new job. Eek.

Yesterday I bought some maternity clothes - pants and tops, plus shoes.

Know what?

I think I've forgotten how to dress myself. When I was in my early twenties, I had cute skirts, capris, tops and stuff. Now, after nearly fourteen years of marriage and the last twelve spent at the same work environment, I have forgotten what cute is.

*cries a little*
samsom: (start of something newx)
Mine was decent. *g*
want )
samsom: (angelus smirk)
but damn, baby, you got game )

Spoilers for the finale in the cut above, so be warned.

Doods, Princess Bride! It's on. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Classics like that never go out of style. "As you wish." *sigh*

Today we had our Christmas to-do at work, and in storing my present from this publically traded, number one company in the industry (millions made every year), I ran across last year's gift. I guess I forgot to take it home. Last year was a picture frame. This year, a chips and dip bowl.

I am thinking of regifting.

Know what sounds incredibly good right now? A freshly made burger and fries, with grilled onions, crisp lettuce leaves, mayo, ketchup, - NO CHEESE - and um, a shake.

Know what I'm going to have?

Chocolate milk (for the bebe) and a bowl of hot soup.



Dec. 10th, 2007 07:55 am
samsom: (back to hell)
Last night I kept having multiple dreams of finding my sleeping daughter outside the house, and no matter how many times I brought her in, I kept waking up and finding her outside again, or sleeping next to an open French door with something lurking out there in the dark and the cold.

This morning I woke up with a bad enough sinus headache that I'm staying home. I seriously debated taking the girl to school just because I don't want to let her out of my sight, but common sense has prevailed.

Yeah, dreams like that can go straight back to hell where they belong.

samsom: (work sucks)
It was bound to happen sooner or later, what the with the ultra secret way the peeps in my office pass around the birthday cards to sign.

No one signed the birthday girl's name.


So I wrote the generic 'Happy Birthday' and my name and handed it off to Charlene, the woman in the desk in front of me.

She asked me who it was for, I shrugged and said I didn't know so she signed it and passed it on.

Turns out, it was for her.

Happy Birthday, Charlene. Heh.


In a related note, we hired a total thundering loon to be the secretary. Yesterday she built an outfit around the ring her husband had gotten her for her birthday. Well, apparently the ring screamed ballerina, because that's what she chose to wear, with a flowing, fluffy chiffon skirt to her knees, tights, and ballet shoes. With a shawl.

Today, she wore a grass skirt in honor of Charlene's birthday, because Charlene grew up in Hawaii.

Luckily, the grass kept catching under the wheels of her chair and she had to change into a pair of jeans or risk destroying her skirt.

I can only thank God our boss draws the line at coconut bras.


Dec. 2nd, 2007 08:07 pm
samsom: (work sucks)
Rifling through my purse for stamps, I noticed something.

I'm so not a kid anymore.

Eye drops, glasses for seeing far away, inhaler, Tylenol. Tums.

Bills that need to be written out, calculator.

When I was twenty, it was a book or two, wallet with a debit card and some cash, my ID.

Condoms on the microscopic chance that sex might've happen.....

Excuse me while I go count my gray hairs.


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