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The Vampire Obsession and Me.

I’m a fan of many things. But I’ve never been a “super fan” of anyone or anything. Unless owning at one time all of Mariah Carey’s c.d.’s a “super fan.” I’ve never sent a fan letter, I never had her picture up all over my walls. In high school I was “obsessed” with *ahem* Tiger Woods. And even went so far as to put him on the “guest list” for one of the dances as a joke. I had his pictures in my locker. I loved playing golf and followed his rise to domination. Then I found real men to obsess over in college. ha!

I’ve always been intrigued by vampires and vampire stories. I know a lot of people who don’t like Ann Rice but I have always liked her writing and devoured almost all of her books in the Vampire Chronicles. It wasn’t so much that I wanted a vampire to bite me or fall in love with a vampire but it was just a good book to read that didn’t make me have to think about anything.

I read the Twilight books because my sister had one and said they were good. So I read it. And yes at first I did “fall in love” with Edward. But as I kept reading I could tell that these were not well written books, the characters were not very developed and they just seemed kind of hollow. They were super easy for me to read, because well, they’re for teens. But I kept reading because I wanted to know how it was going to end. I borrowed the last couple of books from my old neighbor and read them in an afternoon. They left me with no sense of anything really and I’ve forgotten most of it. I tried to watch the first movie and had to fast forward and kept getting up to do other things. And I also kept trying to change the channel yet I was watching it on a DVD. Anyway I have yet to get to watch the second one. It’s in my queue but I keep pushing it down because really I don’t have an interest in it.

So after hearing so much about True Blood on twitter I decided to put it at the top of the queue and check it out. And now I’m hooked. I get two disks at a time that usually have 2 to 3 episodes on them and I watch them all at once. They keep me going because I want to know what the hell is going on! They totally threw me off, usually I can figure out “who did it” pretty quick and I had no idea until the episode where they reveled it who the “killer” was. That impresses me. I’m now addicted to True Blood. It has sucked  me in; to be punny.

So now I wait, I sit and wait probably until Monday to get my next two videos. And when I get done with the second season I will sit and be sad that I don’t have HBO to watch the third season.

In other news: We’re looking into Weight Watchers, Barb, and I. She has a couple co-workers who are doing it and losing weight and looking good, and now we want to try it out. I know so many people that it’s worked for that I just have a feeling that if we do it, it will work for us.
Oscar had his 4 year old check up yesterday. He’s 41 inches tall and 41 lbs. A pound an inch! He did really well and didn’t freak out until the two nurses came in and we had to lay him down to get four shots. So today he’s being pretty mellow and has a bit of a fever which is to be expected. And pretty nice for me that I don’t have to worry about him messing around.


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According to Astrazenica I am indeed Bipolar.

Okay maybe they need to have better then yes or no questions. But if I had a doctor I would definitely talk to him about being maybe just a little bipolar. And discuss why I have chest pains, that I consider to be indigestion. I’m sticking with that. But feel free to kick my ass if I die in the middle of the night. I also have wicked heart burn going on right now but that’s because I can’t stop eating enchiladas. Is anyone rolling their eyes at me right about now? Because I am.

I’ve decided why I’m writing this blog. And it might just become more personal. I’m writing to remember things. The weird thing is that I kept a journal all through high school and most of college and the things that I have in that journal are pointless things that I didn’t need to remember. But I remember important events that happened in my life.

Like the first boy to break my heart into thousands of pieces and made me realize that I didn’t need to throw myself into non committed relationships so easy. I remember that, I didn’t write it down anywhere. I remember hiding under my desk in my dorm room bawling about it. I didn’t write that in my journal. I did write how I cried. I don’t remember what he looked like though. I don’t remember what most of the boys I was with look like. Huh. Yeah out of all the boys that I was “with” I remember what maybe two of them looked like. Is that blockage? Or a bad memory? The guy that I lost my big V to? No idea what he looked like. I remember that he was a little shorter than me. But I can’t remember his face. Hell I didn’t even know his last name.

So if I start writing more about the weird things that Oscar says or does just skip over it. Because I kind of want to remember that last night I was on the phone with my brother Baba and I told him that Oscar is now saying “What-EVER” to me like a 13 year old girl. And right after that Oscar started saying “Blah blah blah” and flapping his hands in that weird hand talking motion. Apparently I really do have a 13 year old girl. Maybe what I’ll do is set up a page just with weird things that Oscar does. So that I don’t have to torture everyone.

Things I found out by reading other blogs:
Sunscreen is bad and doesn’t work at all. Your Mama
I will probably not watch Sex in the City 2 with out a lot of self loathing. BurkasNBirkins
Everyone has a reason to blog, except me. Wait I do now! Blogging for Blogging
You need to have your own Red Dress. I’m still looking for mine. The Traveling Red Dress

Things that are bugging me on Twitter:
When people talk shit about someone like they’re talking to them but they aren’t really because their tweeting about it.

Oh and a last thing. I think I will be blogging about my dad again soon. Mom says they’re getting ready to do his second T-Cell transplant next month some time. You know what a T-cell transplant entails? Well it’s when they take a huge dose of chemo and kill off your immune system and all the bad cancer cells then wait a bit then put your t-cells back into your system and cross their fingers. Basically. Dad told mom that she could stay at home since he’s been through it before. Guess what my mom said? Well now, after a couple of months of him being on steroids I wonder if she’s thinking about staying home. I would. hahaha! Sorry mom!


Posted by on May 27, 2010 in blogging, cancer, dad, twitter


Typing Quick Before the Kid gets into anything else…

Seriously I haven’t been on the Computer in two days. Because every time I tried Oscar would get into shit. Like right now? Okay a little bit ago, he was in his grandma’s bathroom, elbows deep in the toilet playing with a toy. Awesome! Before that he was in her room messing with god knows what. He said he was “drinking water” but I don’t believe it for a second. At this moment I have no idea what he’s doing. And that scares the crap out of me.

I don’t know what’s up with me but I haven’t been liking being on the net or the computer lately. I think it’s because I’m mad at my Medical Transcription class. They’re total bitches about grading and make me feel like I was never taught how to write a sentence. I have even reread their chapter on grammar 5 times now to figure out what the fuck I’m doing wrong every assignment. I have yet to figure it out. Seems as though they change the rules for EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT. So why train at all? If the rules are different for EVERY different transcription what the hell am I doing here?? And the shit that they get me on is REDICULOUS and doesn’t change the structure or meaning of the fucking sentence.

I apologize for all the f bombs. I know I don’t really throw them around that much, but as you can see I’m super angry at the moment. If it wasn’t an online class I would go into someone’s office and punch a bitch right in the face. I swear to God.

Other then that life has been super fantastic. Everyone is home with my parents except me. So I’m throwing myself a pity party here. I’m a saaaddd Randa. We’re supposed to go over to my Aunts for Christmas dinner so that should be interesting fun. Work is going splendidly I got notice that I am now a permanent employee, and my mother already has her delusions of grandeur for me. “You’ll be upper management in no time!” She’s the only mom who would be proud that her daughter is a manager at a W.M. So yeah, I still like going into work, everyone at this one is actually pretty pleasant to work with. So I guess that’s a plus. And paying bills feels really good.

I got a new camera from a super cool Twitter friend, that I can not stop bragging about. It’s been tons of fun taking pictures, and I’ve already sucked a set of batteries dry. Which apparently isn’t hard to do! But hey I’ve got a lot of random picture of Oscar now! YAY! He hates loves the camera.

Anyway I need to get going, I typed this furiously and fast to get it all out there, and now it’s back to chasing and yelling at a kid who doesn’t seem to want to just sit still for just half a freaking second.

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Posted by on December 22, 2009 in family, Self esteem, twitter, unicorn farts


How’s this for blogging

So I couldn’t think of a title.

I started this blog at the wrong time of night. Its almost “get the kid ready for bed time” because we have a strict schedule in this house and we keep to it!! I have three minutes to say that I hate this whole depression thing because today I don’t feel so depressed. I think I might be either manic depressive or bipolar. Can someone out there diagnose me please? Because I don’t have insurance and I can’t afford a doctor. I currently am waiting on my doctor friend to ask his doctor friend to write me a prescription for my antidepressants because I can’t afford to go into see anyone. So we had a texting consultation the other day, where I told him what I was taking and how much and since he doesn’t have his “state pad” yet, he’s going to talk to a friend to see if he will write the scrip for me. How awesome are my friends? And how shady to I feel right now?! I don’t even know if I should be talking about it on the web. Is this against the blogging rules? To share this? Am I allowed.

Hold on for a half hour please…
Okay so it was a little longer then that…but you couldn’t tell could you?

So what I want to know is there a list of blogging “rules” out there? I’m wondering because I have been spreading out and finding new blogs and reading here and there, and a lot of places and a lot of comments that I see say “you shouldn’t do this on your blog” and “you should do that on your blog” and “your grammar is terrible!” So I really do want to know is there a rule book for blogging? And if so I need to see it. I know that one rule that everyone talks about is putting too much information about yourself out there. I used to have a blog on MSN spaces, and I used to write about any and everything, and I think only friends read it, I did meet some other bloggers and got to know them and love them. I found out through my uncle that my aunt was reading it and didn’t like that I talked about my self too much. She also didn’t like that I wrote a blog about a then campaigning Obama and how he raised 8 mil in a week or something to that effect. In my defense, I am dirt poor and I was amazed that he could do that, and why couldn’t he do something like that then put it to good use. Anyway, my uncle berated me and said “IT COSTS A LOT OF MONEY TO RUN A CAMPAIGN.” Completely missing the point of my blog, because well he didn’t read it. Anyway so I got off of MSN because I didn’t want to hear it. So I put my blog here on blogger, and had no followers till I told my friend that I was blogging here now instead. She likes keeping up with me and well I’m not the best emailer but I will write a blog about it. But I also found out that another friend from college would read my blog, to check up on me as well. I had no idea! I thought it was interesting though. But then I guess that’s what I do on a lot of blogs, I lurk. I don’t tend to comment as much because most of the time blogs just make me go “huh. that’s nice” and that’s it, and really do you need to have me say that? So anyway I started reading other blogs, and got suggested other blogs by my friends and then I started on twitter for some reason. I think because I was bored one day. And then a new world of blogs opened up…I’m really glad I found them. I signed up on Blogher a little while ago but I never keep up with it, and I don’t really understand it. I’ve also signed up on Mommyroo which I saw on twitter has been getting some angry comments from people because they “stealing” posts or something. I have learned that there is a lot A LOT of drama out there. And when I read all this drama I’m really glad I don’t have drama on my blog or in my life. I like reading about drama I don’t like drama in my real life. I tend to try and squash it quick.
I found out that my sister was reading this blog, well from my mom, and that she stopped reading it because I bet I hurt her feelings because I was blogging a lot when I was taking care of her kids and about how I didn’t like it. And I feel bad for that. And I know that this isn’t a “private journal” but I would like to say that if a person does have a blog the reader has to keep in mind that this is just a stream of consciousness writing and I say things to get them out of my brain and keep me from having an ulcer. I will complain about things on here, I will talk about my family. I won’t talk about sex because well I just don’t do that…No wait…I do have sex, I just won’t talk about it. I don’t like hear about other’s sex lives so I won’t do it, just like in my daily life…I don’t like Public Displays of Affection, so I won’t do it either. I HATE SEEING PEOPLE MAKE OUT!!! Therefore, I will not make out in public. Hell I don’t even hold hands. Mainly because my hands sweat profusely, and because well it just feels weird. (This whole subject is a blog on its own)
I have told my other sister about this blog and I don’t know if she’s still reading it, but I told her because I wrote about her son, and figured she’d like to read it. The comment I got from MOM not my sister was “Oh I talked to your sister and she says she’s reading your blog.” “Oh yeah what did she say” “It’s you know, Randa stuff, and I said ohhh Randa stuff.” Like I’m crazy or something. What is that supposed to mean anyway? Mom is the one saying I should be a writer, why not be a writer on a blog that no one reads??  I have however, tried not to put my family members names on here, so I hope that appeases people. And my friends, well most of them except Leslie, because she blogs on here sometimes too. She’s the funny one. I’m the depressed one.
I don’t even know where to put my blog, how do you categorize a blog about nothing? I know that there are mommy blogs, and give away blogs, and “hater” blogs, and “FAIL” blogs, but what about this?
There have only been a few blogs that I have found that actually have really good discussions in their comment sections. Most other blogs just have comments to puff the writer up, and make them feel good. (like mine) I have started liking those blogs that make me want to comment more then the ones that I just read and go, “well alright see ya later.”
Well with that I’m off, maybe to get a piece of cheese cake, and most likely to go read my twitter…and check on some blogs.
Oh and forgive my spelling errors…I switched to the new “editor” and they took away and or hid the spell check button.

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Posted by on October 8, 2009 in blogging, twitter