I didn’t hear my cell phone when it first rang, as I had turned the ringer to “vibrate” earlier in the day when I had gone out to eat. It wasn’t until about 7:30pm that I had noticed that I had a missed call.

“Oh! My dad called me.” I said out loud to my boyfriend, John, who was sitting next to me, watching TV. “I better call him back.”

Ring, ring, ring…

“Hello?
“Hi, Daddy. Is everything ok? I see that I missed two of your calls. What’s going on?”
“Oh,” he replied, “everything is fine. I just wanted to remind you that today is Holy Saturday. You need to get John wet.”
I began to laugh, yet tried to play off our conversation like we were just having a casual talk, for my boyfriend, was sitting next to me while my dad was reminding me of our great Mexican tradition.

John had not yet been privy to the antics of my father, who is well known for his little pranks and jokes that he likes to play on friends and family. I had warned John in the past about things that my dad had done in jest. Getting people wet on Holy Saturday was included on the list. But since John had never experienced any of it first hand, he had always ignored my stories, writing them off as folklore. Because of this, I knew that John was oblivious to the fact that it was indeed Holy Saturday, and that it was my duty, to not only obey my father, but to honor the grand traditions of my culture and religion.

But how was I going to lure John into the lion’s den? How would I set my trap? My mind thought rapidly as I came up with a plan to not only get John wet, but to avoid getting my house wet. The time was approaching 8pm, so I knew that it would seem suspicious if I had tried to get John to walk outside….

Finally, I came up with a plan inclusive to both my cleanliness and mischievous ways.

I got up, walked to the master bathroom, filled up a glass with water, and held it in my hand, as if it were my drinking glass.

“JOHN!” I yelled out into the hallway, “Can you come to the bathroom? There’s something weird crawling in the bathtub!”

Knowing that I am deathly terrified of all creatures that possess more than 4 legs, John hastily walked to the back of the house, entering the master bathroom.

“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But it’s in the corner of the tub. Look!” I exclaimed as I pointed my finger into the back corner of the tub.

And just as John was leaning over the tub to get a better look, I poured my glass of water over his head.

And when he looked up at me, with an angry face and yelled, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT???” I replied, “My dad made me do it. That’s why he called. And who am I to disobey my father?”

:-)

John has already marked Holy Saturday on his 2010 calendar as his day of revenge.

I know that I'm not supossed to blog about work. But...

Someone ate my pop tart. (OK, not an eggo, but still a form of toaster treat, meant for breakfast consumption.) I put a pop tart in the toaster, located in the break room. I left for 5 minutes, to answer some emails while it was toasting, and when I came back, IT WAS GONE.

People, don't steal my food. Hungry widow = Grumpy widow.

This is a picture of Micheal Phelps, singing the U.S. National Anthem last night (Aug. 11, 2008) after winning his 3rd Olympic Gold in Beijing. Is it me, or does it look like he's holding up is man boob? Not that he has man boobs, but you get my point.

Micheal Phelps, you are a phenominal swimmer, but please adjust your hand placement after your next gold win.

Love,

The Olympic Widow

Labels: Let's get physical, Randomness

So just a few quick things that I wanted to jot down to remember this week:



#1: My BFF called me (the one who is flying in from Indiana to go to the NKOTB! concert with me) to let me know that she bought her plane ticket. Also, she updated me on some family issues, like how our little brother (aka Booger-Butt) is doing quite well, after his 1st week in rehab. We are proud of him for making the decision to go and make himself well.



#2: I started a new job this week. It's a big change from what I'm used to doing. In fact, it's a career change or sorts, although I'm still in the Cancer Research field. I won't say on here where or with whom I'm working (Hi Dooce!!!) but I will say that the 1st week has been great and I'm looking forward to long career with this company. Plus I have cut my commute down from 90 minutes to 20. Oh yeah and I got a huge raise. Go me!



#3: I got new hard wood floors put into my ENTIRE house last week and I am in love. Everyday this week, whenever I get home from work, I tell Guy #6 about how much I love my new commute AND my new hardwood floors. Every so often, I add him to my list of things that I totally heart as well. But he always manages to get himself taken off that list just as soon as I add him on. ;-)



#4: Guy #6 and I had a lengthy, and quite productive, discussion about our money and budget last night. Made me feel good about our future and good about the fact that he is finally starting to act like a grown up. I guess that turning 30 actually did make an impact on him. (He joined the 30-something club early last month.)



#5: Plans for this weekend include going to see Kid Rock (with Rev Run) on Saturday, going to Papas on the Lake (one of our favorite ice houses) for some fun and beer on Sunday. Tonight we are going to meet up with a friend who is going to propose to his girlfriend TONIGHT. He invited close friends to witness the occasion. She just thinks we're all getting together for some drinks. I can't wait to see her reaction. They make a cute couple.

OK, I guess that's it. I just wanted to record the events from this week to remind myself that life is good. The Widow is indeed Merry.

Labels: Guy #6, Randomness

I have been in a very grumpy mood. And before you ask, no, it is not that time of the month, thank you very much. I just need to make some changes in my life that include the following:

1. Don't put up with people who don't appreciate me. I don't care if you're my boyfriend. If you don't appreciate everything I do, then I will kindly escort you out the door. (But with attitude.)
2. Get a new job, closer to home, that pays more than what I make now.
3. Get a maid. (I'm looking at you, Guy #6.)
4. Win the lottery. And I don't mean winning $2 from a scratch-off. I want at least $50,000 (after taxes.) Is that asking for too much? I didn't even ask for a million dollars, people.
5. Go on vacation. Any location in Texas does not count. Oh, and said vacation must include at least 3 nights in a hotel.
6. Get a tan during above mentioned vacation.

The end.

Labels: ANGER, Boys have cooties, Guy #6

I can't sleep with the TV on.

Why do you insist on watching it in our bedroom whenever I'm trying to go to bed? We have 2 TV's...go watch the other tv and let me sleep.

Did I mention that I have to wake up at 5:45 in the morning? Did I? DID I??? Every single freaking morning. Not sure if I've mentioned that to you. Every night. For the last year.

SO JUST TURN OFF THE DAMN TV ALREADY.

Before I decide to cancel the cable.

Labels: ANGER, Boys have cooties, Guy #6

So I have this little obsession that started over 20 years ago...it's an obsession with this boy group that was popular in the 80's. They're called NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! Maybe you've heard of them. I type NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! in all caps, with 3 exclamation points at the end, because that's how excited I am about them. You see, they have recently informed the world, via The Today Show, that they are reuniting. And they're going on tour! And boy am I excited. I'm all caps and 3 exclamation points excited.

So amidst my NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! excitement, I registered on their website (http://www.nkotb.com/) so that I can be updated as to when and where they will be touring. And wouldn't you know it, there were no listed dates for Houston, Texas.

"Why, God, WHY???" I screamed out in horror when I read the news that I would not have the chance to see my beloved Joey McIntyre, wearing his hat with no top on it. "Why have you forsaken me???"

Soon, my anger turned to dispair, as I listened to my Hangin Tough CD, alone, in the dark. Tears streaming down my face as I remembered the days as a pre-pubescent girl, going to not one, but two NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! concerts. Oh how I wish I could relive those days again and watch my one and only Joey McIntyre sing the song that I KNOW was meant for me:

"Please don't go giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl..."

But alas, just when I thought that there was no light at the end of the tunnel, my friend from work called me, early one moring, just after I had arrived to my dreaded job.

"Merry Widow, did you hear the news? New Kids On The Block are coming to Houston. October 16."

"What?" I screamed out as I quickly hopped on my computer to comfirm that she wasn't pulling one over on me. "You mean NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!? I LOVE THEM!"

"ME TOO!" She screamed back at me. "Let's buy tickets!"

I am now happy to report that I am the proud proud owner of 5 NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! tickets! Live, and in concert on October 16, 2008. Yes, I bought 5. And no, you can't have one. One is for me, three are for my co-worker and her 2 friends, and the other goes to my BFF of all time. The girl who was standing right by my side when I went to my first AND second NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!! concert. She's flying in from Indiana just to see the show. Oh yeah, and to see me too. :-)



It's hard to tell in this picture, but the top of Joey McIntyre's hat is missing. You can sort of see some of his hair poking through the top. He was oh so dreamy back then.


This is them now. Joey is the one on the left. He is still oh so dreamy. And is it me, or is Danny Wood hot now???

Labels: I'm all growed up now.

Sometimes I wonder if DJ gets upset that I have fallen in love so deeply with someone new.

Sometimes I feel guitly about that.

Sometimes I feel sad about it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm forgetting him.

And for that, I feel ashamed.

Ashamed that I love someone new. And ashamed that I love someone old.

Please know that I will always love you forever and ever and ever with all of my heart.

Both of you.

Labels: Guy #6, Widowness

I know that everyone else has hurt you. I know that everyone else has left you. I know that everyone else has broken your trust.

But I won't. I am here to stay. Forever and ever and ever.

And I can't believe that I have finally found someone that won't hurt me...that won't leave me...that won't break my trust.

And this I truely believe.

I know that we're both afraid, but I think that we're both finally starting to realize that maybe there's no reason for the fear. Because my love for you is infinite. And somehow, someway, you've made it abundantly clear to me that your love for me is just as vast.

Labels: Guy #6, I think I threw up a little in my mouth

There's this guy at work who always just stands at the doorway of my office and stares. Whenever I ask him what he wants, he just laughs.

I don't like him.

Labels: Randomness