Whoooooo Hooooooo! One more week until Christmas. Kiri has put a very large present under the tree for me this year, and I'm dying to know what it is. She, of course, won't give me any hints, the little vixen.
Ken and I bought a digital camera as a joint gift for each other, so pics will be posted very soon. That is if I can pry Kiri's fingers off the camera for 5 minutes to download the suckers. Santa has bought me a garlic press, and the new best of Korn CD, because Santa is a very smart gal who happens to know all of my very immediate needs.
Our dog, Lightning, received her new doggie bed a little early because we keep catching her sleeping on the couch in the morning. I think she is getting a little old and arthritic, and it is too uncomfortable for her to sleep on the floor anymore. She seems to like the bed, though I am a little worried she'll chew it to pieces, like she does all her toys.
My mother and father will be coming down to my house Christmas day. I guess Thanksgiving dinner was such a roaring success, they are ready to risk my cooking again. I think I will make Prime Rib.
I went to Chronicles of Narnia, LWW, with Becca last night. I loved it. It was so much how I pictured things in my head when I was a little girl reading the books. Though I must say, I never pictured Mr. Tumnis being such a smokin' hot fawn. I can't remember who played Mr. Tumnis, but damn, take off the ears, the bulbous nose, and the goat feet, and he is one fine looking dude.
I wish you all the happiest Christmas ever!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Weak with relief
Oh my God, what a stressful week. Monday I was running last minute Christmas errands (sorry Becca, I was so not avoiding you). Tuesday was spent at South Elementary doing Animal Adaptations. The first 3 classes were wonderful. Smart kids, interested, respectful of my awesome inspiring presentation. Then I hit the last group. Holy shit, what an unruly classroom. One girl, who I am sure is a very nice girl, would NOT shut up while I was talking. I tried to talk over her a few times, then gave up and had to become stern ranger and tell her to please save her comments for the end of the presentation. Even after that she had her hand raised the rest of the class, and when I would finally call on her, she would go entirely off topic and tell me what this or that uncle did or saw, or whatever. Then this other little boy, who I am sure was the class clown, fell off his chair (how?, no idea) and when the class laughed at him, he proceeded to continue falling off his chair at intervals for the rest of the hour. Of course you have the obligatory nose picker, the many whisperers, and those who just really could care less what I was talking about. Where was the teacher you might ask? Well, I guess she decided since I was in the class that meant it was free time for her. I was exhausted when the class was finally finished.
To top it all off, I was a week late for my period. I was totally fucking freaking out thinking I was pregnant. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't concentrate, and I kept going to the bathroom every half an hour in hopes of seeing blood. I would surreptitiously check my boobs to see if they were tender. I didn't feel pregnant. After I was 6 days late, I decided to get a tester just to ease my mind, or find out for sure. So today, I bought a tester. I peed on the thingy, waited 3 minutes, and guess what? I AM NOT PREGNANT! Thank you Lord Jesus, I am not ready to be a mother again. Of course, 2 hours after I took the test, I started my period. I'm thinking I freaked myself out, and mentally fucked with my menstrual cycle.
So, I'm heading over to Missuzj's for a bit. And I can drink alcohol without worrying about weather I've got a bun in the oven. No bun, thank God. The relief is overwhelming.
To top it all off, I was a week late for my period. I was totally fucking freaking out thinking I was pregnant. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't concentrate, and I kept going to the bathroom every half an hour in hopes of seeing blood. I would surreptitiously check my boobs to see if they were tender. I didn't feel pregnant. After I was 6 days late, I decided to get a tester just to ease my mind, or find out for sure. So today, I bought a tester. I peed on the thingy, waited 3 minutes, and guess what? I AM NOT PREGNANT! Thank you Lord Jesus, I am not ready to be a mother again. Of course, 2 hours after I took the test, I started my period. I'm thinking I freaked myself out, and mentally fucked with my menstrual cycle.
So, I'm heading over to Missuzj's for a bit. And I can drink alcohol without worrying about weather I've got a bun in the oven. No bun, thank God. The relief is overwhelming.
Monday, December 05, 2005
nicknames
I was reading Rob's post and thinking about some of the nicknames I have had throughout the years.
When I was little, my father called me Kodi bear. My brother would often call me Kodi and the Koala bears, and, strangely enough, Costa Rica. My maiden name was Kodi Roholt, which as a little girl, I couldn't pronounce, so I called myself Kosi Hoho.
In high school, my best friend called me Ko, and as her name was Lori, I called her Lo. My boyfriend in school called me Karody Rowyourboat, and others would call me simply Rolo. I also was frequently called Kodi Coyote.
Kiri never called me mommy. It was always Mama, Mom, or Ma.
My best friend Becca calls me by my favorite nickname, Kodikins. A really good looking seasonal ranger called me Kodelicious for a while.
As a waitress many years ago, customers would often ask me if my name was Kodi as in Wild Bill the cowboy. I would promptly reply that it was Wild Bill Hickcock, so they must mean Buffalo Bill Cody. Get your cowboys strait you ignoramus.
I used to hate my name as a youngster. I always wanted a feminine name like Heather, or Amber. But now, as an adult, I really like my name. It fits me, as I was never girly enough to have a name like Victoria.
As I posted a while back, Kiri was named after the slave/warrior girl from Beastmaster. I called her Kir most of her life, but sometimes referred to her as "the little shit", until she got old enough to understand what that meant, though I intended it as an endearment.
Kiri's friends call her Kiwi, which always sounded to me like they had a speech impediment, but whatever.
When I was little, my father called me Kodi bear. My brother would often call me Kodi and the Koala bears, and, strangely enough, Costa Rica. My maiden name was Kodi Roholt, which as a little girl, I couldn't pronounce, so I called myself Kosi Hoho.
In high school, my best friend called me Ko, and as her name was Lori, I called her Lo. My boyfriend in school called me Karody Rowyourboat, and others would call me simply Rolo. I also was frequently called Kodi Coyote.
Kiri never called me mommy. It was always Mama, Mom, or Ma.
My best friend Becca calls me by my favorite nickname, Kodikins. A really good looking seasonal ranger called me Kodelicious for a while.
As a waitress many years ago, customers would often ask me if my name was Kodi as in Wild Bill the cowboy. I would promptly reply that it was Wild Bill Hickcock, so they must mean Buffalo Bill Cody. Get your cowboys strait you ignoramus.
I used to hate my name as a youngster. I always wanted a feminine name like Heather, or Amber. But now, as an adult, I really like my name. It fits me, as I was never girly enough to have a name like Victoria.
As I posted a while back, Kiri was named after the slave/warrior girl from Beastmaster. I called her Kir most of her life, but sometimes referred to her as "the little shit", until she got old enough to understand what that meant, though I intended it as an endearment.
Kiri's friends call her Kiwi, which always sounded to me like they had a speech impediment, but whatever.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Some things that baffle me
While I was at work this week, and watching those around me, I began to ponder those strange idiosyncrasies that people have that puzzle me exceedingly.
For instance: Why do young women feel the need to say everything at the top of their lungs? In the grocery store, when two or more young ladies are masses together, they all yell, scream, and laugh as if they are all experiencing sudden loss of hearing. I admit, when I've had a few cocktails in me, I tend to up the volume, but hardly to the extent of the typical 19 year old girl. I noticed in Norway, that the young women there talked quietly, sans the shrieking. Maybe it's an American thing.
Why does NO ONE read a map before going on vacation? Even before I was a ranger, I planned my trips carefully, knew what freeways and exits to take, and had reservations for the places I wished to stay. Yet on an everyday basis, people come into our Visitor Center with absolutely no clue where they are or how to get where they want to be.
Why do people bring tiny babies into a movie theatre? If you, dear readers, happen to be one of these people, I hope to not offend. But, when I went to see "The Amityville Horror" I was completely dumbfounded when 2 couples walked into the theatre with very small babies, which proceeded to fuss and cry the entire show. Don't get me wrong.....I love babies, but when I attend a movie rated PG-13 or higher, I do not expect or appreciate being inundated by noisy children. If I attend a Disney movie, I expect noisy children.
Why do ATM's only spit out $20 bills? At my district, we charge a $10 entrance fee. I typically run out of change before noon, and must resort to begging visitors for the correct amount. I would love to personally take a baseball bat to all fucking ATM's on a daily basis. On the same note, why are people so reluctant to part with their tens or fives? Often I will SEE a ten in their wallet as they prepare to pay, but they pass it over and invariably hand me a twenty. What the fuck is that? It makes no difference what you pay me with, the entrance fee doesn't change, so give me the Goddamn ten dollar bill for Christ's sakes.
Why can't people have their check pre-written before their groceries are done scanning? I can write most of my check out before it is my turn at the cashiers. It's not hard. I promise.
Why can't my daughter tell time? I tell her to be home before 8:00, and 8:30 rolls around and no Kiri. When she finally comes home, her excuse is always "I didn't realize how late it was". You're almost 14 years old for cryin out loud. Learn how to read a watch! And don't give me shit when I get angry at you for being late. I don't think it is unreasonable to expect a teenager to be able to keep track of time.
Okay, my rant is over for now. I was thinking about adding sections on people who make funny or disgusting noises unconsciously, mothers who are hard to please, stranded visitors who think I should leave my post to drive them wherever they need to go, idiotic locals who can't comprehend the concept of an entrance fee, fucking rejects who like to tell me stories about killing snakes and shooting birds, men who can't flush the toilet or rinse out the bathtub after using it, and husbands who are so fucking noisy in the morning a person can't sleep in on their day off, and much much more. But I don't want to sound like a negative person.
For instance: Why do young women feel the need to say everything at the top of their lungs? In the grocery store, when two or more young ladies are masses together, they all yell, scream, and laugh as if they are all experiencing sudden loss of hearing. I admit, when I've had a few cocktails in me, I tend to up the volume, but hardly to the extent of the typical 19 year old girl. I noticed in Norway, that the young women there talked quietly, sans the shrieking. Maybe it's an American thing.
Why does NO ONE read a map before going on vacation? Even before I was a ranger, I planned my trips carefully, knew what freeways and exits to take, and had reservations for the places I wished to stay. Yet on an everyday basis, people come into our Visitor Center with absolutely no clue where they are or how to get where they want to be.
Why do people bring tiny babies into a movie theatre? If you, dear readers, happen to be one of these people, I hope to not offend. But, when I went to see "The Amityville Horror" I was completely dumbfounded when 2 couples walked into the theatre with very small babies, which proceeded to fuss and cry the entire show. Don't get me wrong.....I love babies, but when I attend a movie rated PG-13 or higher, I do not expect or appreciate being inundated by noisy children. If I attend a Disney movie, I expect noisy children.
Why do ATM's only spit out $20 bills? At my district, we charge a $10 entrance fee. I typically run out of change before noon, and must resort to begging visitors for the correct amount. I would love to personally take a baseball bat to all fucking ATM's on a daily basis. On the same note, why are people so reluctant to part with their tens or fives? Often I will SEE a ten in their wallet as they prepare to pay, but they pass it over and invariably hand me a twenty. What the fuck is that? It makes no difference what you pay me with, the entrance fee doesn't change, so give me the Goddamn ten dollar bill for Christ's sakes.
Why can't people have their check pre-written before their groceries are done scanning? I can write most of my check out before it is my turn at the cashiers. It's not hard. I promise.
Why can't my daughter tell time? I tell her to be home before 8:00, and 8:30 rolls around and no Kiri. When she finally comes home, her excuse is always "I didn't realize how late it was". You're almost 14 years old for cryin out loud. Learn how to read a watch! And don't give me shit when I get angry at you for being late. I don't think it is unreasonable to expect a teenager to be able to keep track of time.
Okay, my rant is over for now. I was thinking about adding sections on people who make funny or disgusting noises unconsciously, mothers who are hard to please, stranded visitors who think I should leave my post to drive them wherever they need to go, idiotic locals who can't comprehend the concept of an entrance fee, fucking rejects who like to tell me stories about killing snakes and shooting birds, men who can't flush the toilet or rinse out the bathtub after using it, and husbands who are so fucking noisy in the morning a person can't sleep in on their day off, and much much more. But I don't want to sound like a negative person.
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