And They're Off!

After I change the litter, pack and shower of course. And anytime Rich decides to get out of bed. Yay! I'm so excited! I'll see all of you soon... except the ones who can't make it and those I know only through the internet.

Have a great, peaceful, loving week. Partay at my house on Saturday!! wooo.

Me.

I Now Pronounce You Husband and Wifey

Cut to Rich and I practicing in front of the hall mirror with our newly acquired wedding bands. Man we're heading home earlier than anticipated because of the weather and I'm having giggle fits from nervousness. Weird, I'm not nervous about getting married, just nervous in general. I guess because I have to drive with a scaredy cat in tow, and Soot. heh. Just kidding. Also the fact that we made the decision to go Sunday today, with one full day to get ready, has me scrambling to get everything. I'm slightly perturbed that I cannot find my camera battery charger. Ughhh.

I'm also upset that I cannot get my "Blushing Bride" template up. Damn you! Don't you know I'm a Mac user and not intelligent at HTML. Everything's so user friendly when it's made by Mac-heads. ugh. I'll just have to try a different template. Some happy, springy, thing or what not.

Gah! Where are my socks??? Not those! The one with the toes!!??


See y'all soon. I'll blog in NY too.
Me.

Secret Wishes or Wishcraft

When I was in high school I held onto a very powerful secret. The only other person who knew about it was my best friend, A.L. In actuality she was the one who found it first and made me realize it.

I had a superpower.

I figured it came from mutant genes, stemming from a long line of witches (on my mother's side)... although now as I write this I think perhaps there may be some on dad's side as well, that made it so strong in me. I had had some inklings of it from childhood but it never culminated into much except a chance to spook myself and others once in a while.

When I finally realized it, I thought "aha! Here it is making it's appearance finally. I've been wondering if it would develop into anything." Then I thought, "of course it would come out now during this time in my life when superpowers would seem 'normal' and accepted." (High school was a rough time in some aspects).

How it ever came about...
I was talking to my best friend and I happened to say to her, "I get whatever it is I wish for." She said, "seems like it." We were talking about grades and apparently I can do very well on exams without ever having to open a book, listen to the teacher (except for evil Liddell, my arch-nemisis, but I'm getting too ahead of myself) or do the work. She said, "how do you do it?" and my reply, "I wish for it".
"Whaddya mean 'wish for it'?"
"I just go 'hmm, I wish I get a 96 on the exam' and I get a 96 on the exam."
"Can you do it with other things?"
"Sure I can."

This is where we went through testing my powers.
She said, "how about wishing that S.N. gets hurt in gym today,"
"Uhh, I dunno. I'd feel really bad if she got seriously injured" (alright I didn't say that. What I actually said "I wish S.N. gets hurt in gym today!")

So A.L. and I watched in gym as S.N. got zonked on the head, then face, by a volleyball coming her way. She was totally humiliated. I think she might've chipped a nail too.

Then there was
"Wish that we had some powerful secret over the dean."
"Done!"

One day I had a convenient nosebleed that just wouldn't stop so the teacher asked A.L. to accompany me to the nurse's rest room (budget cuts couldn't provide us with a nurse, so all we had was a cot in some quiet room, that also had some bandages, alcohol and cotton balls). So I was sitting in there with A.L. having a chat when the door opens to the sight of a giggling dean and the driving instructor stopping by for a romantic interlude! They caught a quick look at us and bolted out of the door. (She was married to another man).

Funny enough, we never held it over her head and the next year she left, disgraced most likely.

Then came, "here's a wish for ya. Wish that S.L. gets a guy admirer."
Well that was a hard one, and since it was hard A.L. said, "I'll give you the weekend to do it."
It wasn't hard because S.L. was unbecoming (she really wasn't). It was hard because S.L. was reported to be a lesbian. S.L. also happened to be a good friend of ours.
"Done!"

The following Monday, at lunch, S.L. says to us, "I went to this concert and met this guy there. We might see one another." To which I was violently kicked beneath the table by A.L.

Then there was, "Wish S.N. would leave and never come back!"
"Done!"
And one morning while we sat and talked to one another, S.N. came in and said to us, "I have some bad news!"
"What happened?" we asked
"My parents have bought a house in Rockland County and they're transferring me to the public school there."
To which I was kicked beneath the table again and my previous bruise which was just beginning to heal nicely was once again inflamed.

Now here is where it winds down.
A.L. and I had only been best friends for 3 1/2 years but it was one of those friendships. Well then she got an undercover boyfriend. No, he wasn't a cop. He was kept undercover because she was not allowed to have boyfriends (hence the all-girl school her parent's placed her in). But they would boldly sashay their love and spit out on the street, in the halls of our school (snuck him in after classes were over) on the bus, in the park. You know. I at first was the one she would talk to during these times and once in a while they'd make out, but then came the time when I felt I was just the tagger-on (I hate not being the center of attention). So I did a little wishing of my own. Oops.

His mother called her and said, "I wont have you or any girl ruining my son's chances in school (that's why he was placed in an all-boys school) and I don't want you to see him again." She also forbade him to do so. But they tried it half-heartedly, sneaking around and such, but one day she called him and said, "I can't do this anymore. It's your mother or me." Well he chose one and A.L. was left without a boyfriend.

I then told her what I did and funny enough she didn't blame me. "I was getting sick and tired of him and his whiny mother anyway. He was such a pu$y."

But I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The gods saw that I was only using my powers to become an evil villain and deemed that I may not have them at all. Although we continued to do our wishing, only the ones that were unselfish and unhurtful came true. Needless to say, none of our wishes came true.

Oh did I mention that it does matter the size of the wish? Unlike the force, my wishing would take a toll on my strength and energy depending on how hard it was for the wish to happen. No wait, that's not quite right. It was more like karma.

I still get a few wishes but I think I only have a limited amount now. Say, 6 a year.
Okay gotta run.

I wish you a good day!
Me.

P.S. when I want revenge on someone, I don't wish it on them. I go here.

Full Moon Rising

The full moon outside has illuminated the next door neighbor's house an eerie bluish glow. I have a clear view of the inside of their garage and walking past the living room window I spotted the old man's shadow pacing back and forth across their window. Then I saw one of his sons come in and gruffly take the old man by the arm and lead him away, all the while the old man came meekly, never struggling. I'm afraid that he may be in the midst of a transformation into something unspeakable and has willingly gone to be placed into a metal cell held back by straps.

Now before you think I'm making this up, hear me out. There are strange sounds that emit from that house, and it seems to be inhabited by many dogs. One of them tries to attack Linda's dog whenever ever it's around. It's a sinister black dog that roams the neighborhood.

I notice that during a time of the full moon the family is always home and this is not the first time I've seen that old man pace back and forth only to be dragged away by one of his children.

I am afraid. In the past six months there have been several mysterious deaths, attributed to mauling by an animal. There have been hunts for coyotes and though many have been caught (though it's illegally done) the deaths have not ceased. Everyone still point to coyotes or rabid animals but I know better.

I pray that this full moon passes quickly and safely.

Me.

P.S. Oh here's something interesting. Do you know how bar codes work? Neat-o

P.D.A.

Alright, in a certain sense we've all committed this. We've held hands with our parents and even hugged a friend whom you have not seen in a long time, on the street. That's not uncomfortable. I don't mind couples holding hands and giving eachother a light kiss and moving on.

Yesterday I was at the supermarket. No, the other one, 5 miles away. On line at the checkout aisle there were two old men talking it up before me. As I stood there a while a woman came along and got in front of me and I thought, 'whoa, is she trying to cut me?' then I saw one of the men say something to her and I thought, 'oh that must be her grandfather. Probably has to drive him home'. Now that is not an ageist comment because the majority of people who shop there at the time I went were older people and there is usually a swarm of cabs and elderly buses outside, waiting to pick up their passengers who can no longer drive. It was an easy conclusion (or assumption, but when you assume...). Besides, when walking down an aisle I have to check that there's not a traffic jam since they clog the aisle with their slow moving vehicles. Now that's an ageist comment.

So, I thought, 'yep, look at that, she's even brought him the Sunday Boston Globe, well that's sweet of her. oh look she's holding his arm to guide him to the checkout girl, oh and she's whispering encouranging words to him so that he can make it along. what a sweet granddaughter she is. Oh look a quick peck. Wait a minute... wha??'

This is when I realized that she was not clutching his arm but holding his hand and those weren't whispers, she was nibbling on his ear! and they were making out right in front of me!! Then she lets go of his hand and he gives her a swat on the behind which only makes her want to make out with him some more. God I almost gagged on site. I looked behind me to see if the woman also caught a look, but she was busy looking up at the lights on the ceiling.

Okay, it was my assumptions that made me feel icky. First he was an older gentleman, like white haired and cane. She was a younger woman, like perky... everything. But what made it worse was that whenever they stopped their sessions (it was a long line) she would look over at me in a defiant way. The first time I saw them nibbling and it registered that that was not whispering I immediately focused my eyes somewhere else. Like the breakdown of Nick and Jess' marriage. But I caught her looking at me as if to say, "yeah, and what?". I must have had a disgusted look plastered to my face. Don't you hate that?

Anyway, so they left. I paid for my items. Heavy cream and ground beef. mmm. Then I went on my way.

Made me want to go back to the other supermarket and face the uncomfortable thoughts swimming around unsaid on sushi guy's and bagger's face. Theirs' say 'gimme some P.D.A.'

Me.

P.S. Happy P.D.A. in which case, P.D.A. stands for Presidents' Day Activities.

14 Neat-o's In A Row

Okay I've just been reviewing what's needed to be done for a marriage license in the state of New York. And came upon this little tidbit from this spot: Every person has the right to adopt any name by which he or she wishes to be known simply by using that name consistently and without intent to defraud.

Rich will be known as Mr. Helle-Good, and I will be known as Michelle Helle-Good. Neat-o number one.

Well I heard y'all are going down to Atlantic City in a limo. To see her. Neat-o numero dos. Have fun and be good. Not too much bubbly in the limo please.

I have dedicated a folder on my desktop entitled 'Neat-o' and within in? Here's one. Pretty fugging neat-o huh? Neat-o number 3

And numero catorce, (thank you Bono) on my neat-o list: squash. No not the stuff you eat, though I think it's pretty neat. I had to look it up since I'm not involved and since Ryan mentions it left and right I figured it might be a fun sport. Umm, I don't know about that. I have a bad time at things flying at me. See frisbee post... hmm, I guess I was too embarrassed by what happened that I didn't post anything. Or maybe I was in too much pain and unconscious to write anything!!! Geez.

Okay, there's your fourteen. Man that was hard. See if you can find 14 neat things to post about. heh.

Me.

P.S. Rich Helle-Good, we need to bring our badminton rackets because I challenged Ryan to a game and told him we'd kick his bum. heh.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock
(come on, the name of my site is a spin off from their song, might as well do it again. Besides, it's relevant)



I think my biological clock is ringing the alarm again. The last time I heard it and actually listened I got a cat as a reward. A few weeks ago I awoke in the middle of the night by this noise: tick, tick, tick, tick. It wasn't loud and eventually I fell asleep to its hypnotic lull. The next morning I woke up and physically felt an urge to have a baby. After I came back from morning bathroom break I realized that the feeling was something else, but I was left with a sense of missing something.

I really can't say "missing" something since I feel enough in my little family of three but really something is "amiss". That's when I began a search for a little companion for Soot. That seemed to relieve a lot of the pressure. I looked into another cat but felt that it would be just strange and uncomfortable for my Sooty and I really am not a cat person. Don't get me wrong, I loooove Sooty but I really am a dog person. Real dogs, mind you. Not some big rat posing as a dog. I hate little dogs. I can't get a dog for several reasons, one being that it would not do well to have an Siberian Husky since it's just not fair to my cat. I know I would pay the dog more attention because it needs it more and that's wrong and cruel.

Then I thought, well how about a little "pet-pet" for Sooty. I always feel a little guilty for having had her spayed. I know I wouldn't appreciate it if someone told me 'we're going to remove your ovaries which will not allow you to produce children'. Also I wish we didn't keep her overnight at the vet's, although they insisted that they must. That's just traumatic.

So I took Rich to the pet store under the impression that we would be buying grass for Sweety Bunch (Soot) but really it was to have a look at the kinds of animals they had there. Now I'm not a rat fan, nor do I like mice, but I guess the bigger the rodent, the less afraid I am of it. Why it's not the opposite fazes me. Not a fan of gerbils, they look too much like mice. But hamsters are bigger and actually cuter. But they're nocturnal. Then we saw the guinea pigs and although they're bigger and actually diurnal, there's something gross about them. I think it's their tubular bodies, looks as if they outgrew it and are just too bulbous.

Then we just went bigger and I realized what the perfect companion for Sooty would be. A bunny. I looked it up online and found that cats and bunnies become great companions despite the predator and prey relationship, to the point that sometimes bunnies will dominate the cat and owners will find the cat grooming the rabbit. heh. I thought a grey bunny would be so cute. A grey bunny and a grey cat. I loved the idea. Also bunnies are litter box trained and keep the same routine as cats.

I thought about going bigger, such as a baby but that's almost as bad as having a dog since it'll take all the attention from Sooty and I just wouldn't be able to bear that. I think it's tortuous to do that to something that had your undivided attention for years and to suddenly replace it and have no time for it. I know from experience how it is to be the 'only' child for 6 years and then to be upstaged by the newcomer. Luckily my parents made it seem as if I was going to be the special big sister and I had four years living in a large family where there was always a new baby being born and I was still special and had enough attention from everyone. But that's having a big family and I can't explain this all to my cat who I can imagine would be devastated.

I know she gets upset when I leave for a week to go to NY so I can imagine what would happen when I no longer pay her the attention that she gets from me now. Because of all that and a bag of chips I've pressed the snooze on my ticking clock. I will have children and I will know to pay attention to all my babies, even the biggest of them all, I call him Rich. It's on the back burner on low so it wont require my attention for a little while longer. Hopefully it wont boil over and leave me in a mess.

Have a great weekend all!
Did you know that female cats are called 'Queens'? That's exactly what Victoria is.

Me.