So, it's been quite a while since I've updated. A lot has been going on some things I'd rather not relive, but some exciting things happening too. My oldest is starting high school shortly, for reals, yo. I'm way beyond excited for her, probably more than her, which makes it pretty hard for me because I just wanna be all loud and giddy. I wanna go back to high school, ha, not that it was the best years ever, just seems like such a fun and carefree time. Too much to worry about as an adult, I suppose. The boy will be entering second grade and he's excited even though at the moment, we have no idea where he'll go to school, he's pretty much ok with it. He's easy going, and has a H U G E sense of self worth, ha ha. Even though, he doesn't pay much mind what people think of him, they ultimately end up loving him, and his crazy fun personality is probably what draws people in. Now onto the bebe, she's getting into EVERYTHING. Though, she's not walking, she's certainly climbing on top of and into anything she can. I've never really had to babyproof anything with the other two, but I think that might be something that I'll end up doing this go around.
I supposed that's all for now, we'll see what this school year brings us, dance classes, sports extra curriculars and a baby that will be walking anytime, wish me luck!
Monday, August 23, 2010
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Monday, April 6, 2009
Springtime in the city
We're in the second week of April, just getting over a bit of a winter 'storm' I guess parts of lower MI has seen up to half a foot of snow. We were lucky to only get maybe an inch and the temp is supposed to be 40 tomorrow so hopefully, whatever remains today (not much so far) will be melted away by tomorrow. It's definitely spring here though, DPD finally has a new helicopter and it seems it's being put to good use. A couple of weeks ago, we were taking the 'scenic route' home from dinner and we notice the 'ghetto bird' (haha thanks 90's gangsta rap) flying around with the spotlight on. Since then, we've heard and seen it many a night. Seems like the idiots like to come out once we have that first warm day. People are out in full force, acting a fool. March 17, St. Patrick's Day, I decided also since it was so nice (72 degrees) to take the 'scenic route' (this means no freeway for me) home from work. I totally forgot it was St. Patrick's Day, and drove right down Michigan Avenue, Corktown, in the midst of the all the drunks proudly displaying their green. They looked happy, and the weather was nice enough for them to be walking from bar to bar. As I made my way through downtown, hopped on Gratiot, then Mack Avenue into a more residential area, things got to be not so hectic, but the people were still out. It was still nice, to see folks out. I make my way down and see a ho out working, hmmm she's not wearing green though, shame on her. She was donned in bright purple, guess she didn't want to blend in with everyone else. I come up to Mack and Bewick, and wouldn't ya know it, the tiger lady is out there!!! The tiger lady, as I call her, is a large elderly woman, who sits on a folding lawn chair with this huge stuffed tiger on her lap, or sometimes he's laying next to her on the ground. She is like a landmark to me (and the kids actually). She reminds me of Minerva, in the movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I wish I could have found a picture of Minerva to post but couldn't find one online, I tried to snap a photo of the tiger lady though and just as I was saving it, I lost my signal and the picture was gone. I was crushed. I can just imagine this lady speaking and saying, something crazy to a squirrel sitting next to her, or just carrying on a conversation with her tiger. Yes, it's definitely springtime here in the city.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Big ups to the folks at Liberty Tax
Not the tax preparers, not the people working inside, not the owners, but the people that are outside everyday with the Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty costumes on. Even in subarctic temps, they are always enthusiastically waving and dancing on the corners trying to encourage people in getting their taxes done there. I don't care if they are crack heads or alcoholics; they are out there rain or shine bustin' a move makin' their $6.50 an hour. I'm sure it's a tiresome, thankless job and I'm sure they get on peoples' nerves out there, but they are makin' a buck the way they know how and I wanted to give them props for it.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Open Letter to Christian Audigier
Dear Mr. Audigier,
I'm not sure who told you it would be a good idea to contract with VH1 reality shows to make your clothing visible, but I'd like to say, 'BAD IDEA!!' Even though, Ed Hardy wear has not really been 'cool' for at least a year, I've still wanted one those large Ed Hardy purses. Sometimes when a trend fades I still hang on to it for a minute, I admit. But, to see the Charm School girls with the trucker hats on, yesterday's makeup and bad weaves, then to see the Rock of Love girls with Bret Michaels' 'love' dribbling down their legs and the shirts stained with tequila vomit is not really the publicity you want is it? If that's not enough how about have Shifty and Steven Adler, on Sober House, getting high on crack, heroin and whatever else might be around all while sporting their new free clothing provided by you, is definitely not the fashion statement I'd like to make. I realize these are known as 'ghetto fab' clothes so you might be trying to target another group of people to make it look a little better, but I think someone steered you in the wrong direction.
Sincerely,
Mary
P.S. If you'd like to send me one of those bags for free, I might still uses it though :)
I'm not sure who told you it would be a good idea to contract with VH1 reality shows to make your clothing visible, but I'd like to say, 'BAD IDEA!!' Even though, Ed Hardy wear has not really been 'cool' for at least a year, I've still wanted one those large Ed Hardy purses. Sometimes when a trend fades I still hang on to it for a minute, I admit. But, to see the Charm School girls with the trucker hats on, yesterday's makeup and bad weaves, then to see the Rock of Love girls with Bret Michaels' 'love' dribbling down their legs and the shirts stained with tequila vomit is not really the publicity you want is it? If that's not enough how about have Shifty and Steven Adler, on Sober House, getting high on crack, heroin and whatever else might be around all while sporting their new free clothing provided by you, is definitely not the fashion statement I'd like to make. I realize these are known as 'ghetto fab' clothes so you might be trying to target another group of people to make it look a little better, but I think someone steered you in the wrong direction.
Sincerely,
Mary
P.S. If you'd like to send me one of those bags for free, I might still uses it though :)
Monday, February 23, 2009
I just want to celebrate
So my birth month seems to quickly be drawing to a close. I had a wonderful time. I'm happy I have a great family and great friends. Everyone made sure I had a good time and took care of me. Not that they don't do this on the regular, but I felt really pampered. Every day is an adventure, I'm learning something new every day and starting to enjoy it more. I'm getting close to that mid-30s mark and don't care. I feel young and am just loving life. I hope everyone loves life and appreciates what they have, the days pass too quickly to not take advantage of all the great things life has to offer and to dwell on the negative.
Today, is also daddy's birthday. I love you daddy, I miss you. There were lots of little reminders of you today that made me smile. Thank you for that.
oh and thank you Jose and Reyna for my gift of Blossom on dvd, that has to be one of my favorite gifts EVER
Today, is also daddy's birthday. I love you daddy, I miss you. There were lots of little reminders of you today that made me smile. Thank you for that.
oh and thank you Jose and Reyna for my gift of Blossom on dvd, that has to be one of my favorite gifts EVER
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
12 Angry Men
I got summoned for jury duty! Of course, I'm a freak of nature and was totally excited with the idea where the norm is to dread being called for jury duty. The only issues I had were, I had to get up and leave earlier than usual, and top that with the three inches of snow we had gotten in the wee morning hours (it was also still snowing when I got there).
I get to Frank Murphy Courthouse at 8AM (which was miraculous because of rush hour traffic and the wintery conditions outside) and proceed to the metal detectors. Apparently, I do not look like a happy person, because the only people that ever talk to me always have the same comment, "you need to smile more, it's not that bad". So I just chuckle when the deputy says this to me as I drop my coat on the little xray thingy and ask if the jury room is to the left. I check in and the room is packed already (wow lots of other people actually show up on time too) I find a seat in the very back corner tucked away and begin to read 'New Moon'. As it turns out even though I dreaded reading the second installment of the Twilight books, because all I had heard was that the second was the worst of the bunch, I LOVED it and read 400 pages during my wait. At about 8:45 a lady comes out and begins to tell us the process, letting us know things like: approximately 400 people show up for the jury pool everyday, parking: you WILL be ticketed if you are not in a paid lot, no cell phones are allowed in the building, the pay phones probably do NOT work, so just ask them and you can go use one of the court phones, there is no cafeteria but it's encouraged to head to Greektown for lunch, but remember to take off your 'Juror' badge. She also lets us know she is bad with names and she will likely mess yours up but she apologizes and will apologize for doing this often. We are then dismissed for our first break, I go grab a snack and settle back into my chair and they play Mousehunt on the TVs in the room and they begin to call off names 30 at a time. At about 11AM my name is called (and pronounced correctly), eeep!!! Have I mentioned my excitement? I head out with the 29 other people and go stand outside the courtroom. A deputy comes out a few times looking for the defense attorney. After about 20 minutes of waiting, he puts us in an empty courtroom to wait some more. He's a friendly gentlemen who seems like he was trying to make it a little easier on us by making small talk. We wait, and wait, and wait some more, finally he comes in around 12:30 and lets us know we can break for lunch and to be back by 1:30. He warns us that the judge is strict and will put a warrant on you for skipping out (later my husband confirmed that this judge will also do the same to officers). Despite the 4-5 inches of fresh snow on the ground, it's not a bad day out to be walking. Groups of people that have made friends go to lunch with each other, I lag behind and decided I'll just go where ever my feet take me. I end up at a little hole in the wall restaurant. Looking at this place I was kinda leery of eating at the establishment haha, and after entering I wasn't put at ease either, but the food ending up being wonderful and huge portions (and it was super close to the courthouse). I return only to notice, I still have 30 minutes left. Oh boy, I continue to read my book to pass the time and the rest of my group eventually trickle in. Finally, we enter the courtroom, and while I coulda done without the 20 minute lesson on the court system and how in Quebec still only men are allowed on the jury, I was still happy to be there. After the history lesson, the judge tells us what the case is about, breaking and entering home invasion. He says, that the trial will probably last the rest of the day and go into the next day and then asks if anyone was going to have conflicts they felt that were worthy enough to be excused. I swear at least 10 people raise their hands, I giggled. The first gentleman lets the judge know he has to babysit and work and won't be able to make it, judge says too bad (diplomatically of course). The second lady lets the judge know, that while she realizes she has the same predicament as the first gentleman, she is a hairdresser and she has scheduled clients. The judge says, call your clients and cancel, she sits stomps her feet down muttering under her breath and pouts (I laughed, this girl was sitting right next to me, I was probably out of line laughing, but I couldn't help it). There are then a couple of other reasons given nothing I think the judge thought worthy enough to miss court for. We are then randomly picked out of a bowl (think bingo) and 12 of us are placed in the jury box. My stomach starts to do flips and I get hot. Seriously, maybe I'll get picked, eeeek!!! On each chair is a yellow paper with about 10 questions about our background. You have to out loud pretty much give a short biography of yourself and your family, damnit here is comes. I answered every one of the questions wrong lol. I'm married to a police officer in the city the defendant was charged in, I have taken law classes before, I have both family and friends that are either in law enforcement or do something in the legal field, I have had crimes commited against me, and we own guns. The judge asks the prosecuting attorney and the defense attorney if they'd like to dismiss anyone and the defense attorney says no, the prosecuting attorney lets two out of the box and two more get randomly drawn and tell their life stories. Then here it comes, the defense attorney dismisses me, juror number 9, boo. It's 2:30 in the afternoon and my excitement for the day is over, no court for me. I go turn in my juror card and get my juror letter for my employer and hope to one day be selected again, but I don't get my hopes up too high.
I get to Frank Murphy Courthouse at 8AM (which was miraculous because of rush hour traffic and the wintery conditions outside) and proceed to the metal detectors. Apparently, I do not look like a happy person, because the only people that ever talk to me always have the same comment, "you need to smile more, it's not that bad". So I just chuckle when the deputy says this to me as I drop my coat on the little xray thingy and ask if the jury room is to the left. I check in and the room is packed already (wow lots of other people actually show up on time too) I find a seat in the very back corner tucked away and begin to read 'New Moon'. As it turns out even though I dreaded reading the second installment of the Twilight books, because all I had heard was that the second was the worst of the bunch, I LOVED it and read 400 pages during my wait. At about 8:45 a lady comes out and begins to tell us the process, letting us know things like: approximately 400 people show up for the jury pool everyday, parking: you WILL be ticketed if you are not in a paid lot, no cell phones are allowed in the building, the pay phones probably do NOT work, so just ask them and you can go use one of the court phones, there is no cafeteria but it's encouraged to head to Greektown for lunch, but remember to take off your 'Juror' badge. She also lets us know she is bad with names and she will likely mess yours up but she apologizes and will apologize for doing this often. We are then dismissed for our first break, I go grab a snack and settle back into my chair and they play Mousehunt on the TVs in the room and they begin to call off names 30 at a time. At about 11AM my name is called (and pronounced correctly), eeep!!! Have I mentioned my excitement? I head out with the 29 other people and go stand outside the courtroom. A deputy comes out a few times looking for the defense attorney. After about 20 minutes of waiting, he puts us in an empty courtroom to wait some more. He's a friendly gentlemen who seems like he was trying to make it a little easier on us by making small talk. We wait, and wait, and wait some more, finally he comes in around 12:30 and lets us know we can break for lunch and to be back by 1:30. He warns us that the judge is strict and will put a warrant on you for skipping out (later my husband confirmed that this judge will also do the same to officers). Despite the 4-5 inches of fresh snow on the ground, it's not a bad day out to be walking. Groups of people that have made friends go to lunch with each other, I lag behind and decided I'll just go where ever my feet take me. I end up at a little hole in the wall restaurant. Looking at this place I was kinda leery of eating at the establishment haha, and after entering I wasn't put at ease either, but the food ending up being wonderful and huge portions (and it was super close to the courthouse). I return only to notice, I still have 30 minutes left. Oh boy, I continue to read my book to pass the time and the rest of my group eventually trickle in. Finally, we enter the courtroom, and while I coulda done without the 20 minute lesson on the court system and how in Quebec still only men are allowed on the jury, I was still happy to be there. After the history lesson, the judge tells us what the case is about, breaking and entering home invasion. He says, that the trial will probably last the rest of the day and go into the next day and then asks if anyone was going to have conflicts they felt that were worthy enough to be excused. I swear at least 10 people raise their hands, I giggled. The first gentleman lets the judge know he has to babysit and work and won't be able to make it, judge says too bad (diplomatically of course). The second lady lets the judge know, that while she realizes she has the same predicament as the first gentleman, she is a hairdresser and she has scheduled clients. The judge says, call your clients and cancel, she sits stomps her feet down muttering under her breath and pouts (I laughed, this girl was sitting right next to me, I was probably out of line laughing, but I couldn't help it). There are then a couple of other reasons given nothing I think the judge thought worthy enough to miss court for. We are then randomly picked out of a bowl (think bingo) and 12 of us are placed in the jury box. My stomach starts to do flips and I get hot. Seriously, maybe I'll get picked, eeeek!!! On each chair is a yellow paper with about 10 questions about our background. You have to out loud pretty much give a short biography of yourself and your family, damnit here is comes. I answered every one of the questions wrong lol. I'm married to a police officer in the city the defendant was charged in, I have taken law classes before, I have both family and friends that are either in law enforcement or do something in the legal field, I have had crimes commited against me, and we own guns. The judge asks the prosecuting attorney and the defense attorney if they'd like to dismiss anyone and the defense attorney says no, the prosecuting attorney lets two out of the box and two more get randomly drawn and tell their life stories. Then here it comes, the defense attorney dismisses me, juror number 9, boo. It's 2:30 in the afternoon and my excitement for the day is over, no court for me. I go turn in my juror card and get my juror letter for my employer and hope to one day be selected again, but I don't get my hopes up too high.
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