Google Meme

"Go to google images and type in your answers for each
of these, then post the first picture that comes up
for your search."

1. Your first car. 1986 Honda Accord

2. The place you grew up. Richardson, Texas

3. The place you live now. Santa Clara, California

4. What shows up when you type in your name? Charlsa Thayer
Absolutely nothing. It says Did you mean: Charles Thayer

5. What shows up when you type in your grandmother's
name? Absolutely nothing again. Not even a: Did you mean Charles Suddarth

6. What shows up when you type in your favorite food? I guess this shows I'm of English descent.

7. What shows up when you type in your favorite drink? Very boring.

8. What shows up when you type in your favorite song? Neato.

9. What shows up when you type in your favorite smell? How in the hell?

10. Your favorite pair of shoes ever?Well it's an accessory


(This is from Allison's Page, which came from Lacy's page. See links on right.)

Neato

I just noticed if I click on the "interests" or "music" things I've listed in my profile it shows me other people with fine taste like me. I don't get why everybody puts their astrological sign though. I award extra points to those people who do not list their silly sign.

hehe 

Carrots!

My dear husband Kevin loves to garden. Other than his mom, he's only person I know who loves to garden. It's a very nice hobby for him to have because it's a giving-hobby, for example, I can make a salad from our backyard in the summer time. He harvested a bunch of carrots last week and they were so cute I took a picture. It cracks me up how chubby and cartoony they are!

My three hour tour

The pictures are in reverse order, sorry.
(they chronicle my drive to Half Moon Bay this afternoon)

And the seagulls that pooped on my car. 

Then we reached the ocean, but no dogs were alowed on this beach so we sat in the parking lot and ate french fries. 

Then I stumbled upon this, the Pulgas Water Temple on the way to Half Moon Bay. Neat huh? You can learn more about it here http://sfwater.org/detail.cfm/MC_ID/5/MSC_ID/74/MTO_ID/114/C_ID/2202

and another 

About to turn on Hwy 92 

This is my cousin that lives in Alaska and their new puppy Paisley. I had to share. 

Can we have a little couth please?

I heard that when Lucielle Ball was pregnant during the making of I Love Lucy episodes, the tv networks wouldn't let the cast say the word "pregnant." They had to use other creative similies to explain her delicate condition. What happened to that? Can we have a litte more discretion? Can people not ask me everything the doctor says, does or asks? Cracker, please!
How about a "how are you feeling?" and leave at that. I'm bigger than I've ever been in my life and my clothes don't fit. And please, nobody needs to make a smart ass comment "you're only gonna get bigger too!" You can save that.
I'm big delicate flower! Delicate flower!

I've been getting this reaction from alot of people "oh you're gonna turn into a mini van mommy." etc. With the counsel of my husband I have censored my sincere reaction to this. It's only God's will that is holding my tongue, but I think you know my sentiments (!). Can we not enrage the preganant woman, please? I know it's fun for you, but think of the zygote will ya? Rage can't be good for a zygote.
I ain't gettin no van, or stretch pants or pastel anything, alright?!
Alright.

I'm following Allison's lead

I originally made it so that anyone could post comments. How many people could actually get to this site, much less want to comment? But I had a wacked out anonymous comment on the same day that Allison made her page no-anonymous-comments. So I shall follow suit. People, don't be a weirdo and leave anonmous comments, I know you're not Lex Luther or The Riddler, so stop being so mysterious with your opinions. And besides, "take your crazy elsewhere, we're all full up here."

How can I not? [The first 33]

Aurora said that 100 lists are narcississtic, and she's totally right. I'm doin' it, because it's all I know.

1. I love to eat at work
2. I won't get my lazy ass up out of bed 10 minutes earlier so that I can get starbucks muffins for work. Even though when I'm at work, I would give my pinky toes for one.
3. My dogs guilt trip me into letting them up on the couch with me, even though they fart and snort.
4. I'm not very nice to our cat, but I make an effort once in a while.
5. I hate it when my shirt rides up (all the time!)and then it looks like I'm a slovenly ho'.
6. I don't like dirty keyboards or remote controls.
7. But that doesn't stop me from eating while typing or channel surfing.
8. One of the reasons I chose to live in the Bay Area is because it's near the ocean.
9. But I also think the water's too cold, it's got too much kelp in it has more shark attacks than any other area in the world- so I just look at it.
10. When I go to any salon, they like go on and on about how tangly and fine my hair is--- I know!
11. The king of my "closet-music" collection is James Taylor (love him!)
12. My two phobias are mental illness and falling into murky water.
13. I have personalized california poppy plates that say "DEI *heart* PAX" (God, love, peace)
14. I think Chiropractic is important for everyone. (www.drtracy.net)
15. I believe in Jesus (Son of God, rose from the dead, paid for the world's sins. Not the weirdo version that cults make Him out to be)
16. I fully support the Intelligent Design movement in science education.
17. Sometimes at work, I want to crawl under my desk and take a nap.
18. In college I was too cheap to buy good art supplies (I was an art major), and I used crayola crayons to do 2 assignments. (shameless!)
19. I hate astrology.
20. If my chihuahua could have his way, he would never stop licking people.
21. I love Boston, Bad Company, Steve Miller Band, and the Guess Who, but I've had a strange fear of committing to buying their albums for the last 10 years.
22.I like Tex-Mex way better than "real" Mexican food.
23. Once when I was in Reyonosa Mexico, I was served a tamale with part of a pig snout in it. Mercy!
24. My husband proposed to me with a house and an analogy about house cats.
25. I said yes and then I unintentionally pounced.
26. I avoid beige, grey, olive, and pastel colors whenever possible.
27. I think all windows on houses should have shutters (the fake kind I mean, but hey real would be cool.) There's a severe lack of shutters 'round these parts.
28. I could never be a salesman, a group home counselor, or a fire fighter. Anyone who knows me being kempt&pushy, confronting, and physical strength are not my strong points.
29. I love polka-dots and stripes and I hope I never get over them.
30. Pirates, pirates and more pirates! Hooray!

Don't Blog Angry!

I'm usually a calm peaceful driver, going the speed limit, letting people in, etc. But today after getting out of work late, getting a parking ticket -> because my bank is stupid (!), wasting a 411 call, almost getting hit twice, I drove as fast and as maniacal as I could back home. And then the dogs had the nerve to chase at a cat into the vegetable garden and pee on the parsley! (in turn of course, as I'm yelling "no! bad dogs! bad!" And I kinda felt bad because I could tel that they just wanted to sit in the sun outside because they have to stay in the cold house all day, but nope they were bad so back in they went! Is this what happens to everyone else to make them drive bad all the time and ride my ass? If so, we need to at least exterminate meter maids. (this morning was the last straw! I have vowed that I will not go to downtown san jose again! Those parking pirrhanas!)

They says you're not old until you feel like it

Is that what they say? I can't remember. Not remembering in addition to my generally blank mind makes me old. I'm going to blame it on the hormones for now, but if this keeps up I'm gonna need a piercing or a new tattoo or something to snap me out of it. I sit at work with nothing much to do, I come home generally unmotivated to do anything out of the ordinary. I couldn't even muster a blog post for last few days which showed me to what degreee how milk-toast I've been this last week. I can't have caffiene to make me wake up I can't have alcohol to make me more outgoing**. What's a prego to do?
I went on my big outing to the grocery store this morning (my favorite one, the biggest one around here, they remodeled it from a bowling alley). And I had this feeling like "oh wow I'm out in public making direct contact with strangers, do I look like a shut in? Am I acting normal?"
By the way, I bought more groceries than I have ever bought before in one trip. That was pretty fun. What's also fun is pretending to be my Safeway-Alter-Ego, Lisa Anderson. When they ask for my "savings" card I type in 408 260 8664, Lisa's number. You can try it in Tom Thumb's in Texas, it works there too. Big Grocery Brother must think Lisa Anderson is a great big fat woman or is the mother superior of a giant mormon compound, because Kevin's old roommates use it too. They get "thank you Mr. Anderson" when they leave.


**I drank coffee/liquor maybe twice a month. But now since I can't have it, it's all I can think about. And seafood too! I want shrimp!

from "desk girl"

(I wrote this on a piece of scratch paper that I make from the backs of junk faxes that try to entice us to to buy stock or private health insurance.) Does anyone else have the feeling that sitting at your job for the next 2 hours, 45 minutes or even 5 mintes is an eternity? Just to sit in a desk chair in a climate controlled office pushes the limits of one's ability to maintain self control? Never do I want to jog so badly than my last two hours at work. And I hate jogging. Incredible-- what's my problem?

Cheap post

People like photos...I'm just giving the people what they want. Below is an explanation.
By way of the sketchy advice of my mom, I tried to "creatively" tell Kevin about being pregnant. This later worked out to my disadvantage becuase he didn't appreciate it at all, but I thought it was clever enough to document. I bought up all these misfit animals from a Hallmark clearance basket, underneath unwanted stuffed Mrs. Claus's and lesser known reindeer-- dollar each, needless to say I bought every kind of animal that basket could offer. I was especially pleased with the kangaroo :)...oh and the goat, he's nice too (see bottom left). So I lined them up like they were on a little-weird-toy parade to the drum set (that drum set will unfortunately/fortunatley will have to be moved to make way for a crib). And then as you can see I put a suggestive animal on top of the card that had the test in it. I thought it was good, so I'm looking for validation from all of you that read this, heh. Funny side note: the dogs thought that Christmas had come late for them and I had arranaged a serpentine buffet line of new chew toys. Those little thieves kept sneaking into the room and prancing out with them in their teeth. Poor little toys, naughty little puppies.

you gotta admit, that's a great kangaroo, and an even greater roo 

too creative 

aerial view of the blizzard 

The truth about dogs and dogs

The truth is that the "snow" has been progressively piling up, and as long as they're okay with the fluff, so am I. Also I tracked some of their poop in the house in such a minor way that it remains uncleaned up. The dogs are also okay with that, in fact they were probably flattered that I was so invloved with that crucial and important part of their life: pooping. But the subtle poop tracks I left just haven't warranted a clean up just yet. I mean, hell, that scattering of stains is overshadowed by the dirty laundry plataeu next to it so if I'm gonna exert my energy on sprucing up the bedroom, it should probably be spent there. This leads me to a pregnancy issue. I'm so tired! Or rather as the medical world calls it: fatigue...like I'm a delicate flower wilting in the sunlight... Yeah that delicate flower bit doesn't work on my husband, instead he probably wants to know why I'm sitting on my butt and the only thing I've sucussfully accomplished in the last 4 weeks is this blog...I think I'll play playstation and eat leftover pizza now, if for no other reason but to feel more like me and less like a "mommie."

* 

winter wonderland

I came home this afternoon and found that a mysterious snowstorm had struck the doggie play pen while I was away at work.
Another pillow goes down.
(see above)

Pressure

So I made the mistake of exploring the world of blog templates/skins, and soon felt very inadequate. So let's just make this clear to those two, maybe three people that might ever read this, I'm a tech parasite. I befriend (and sometimes marry) those who have more technical knowledge than me, glean it, then squeeze it like a tube of toothpaste (and I don't mean methodicly and neatly from the bottom).
I feel compelled to have this blog, mostly for a brain disposal, all of the extra fat and loose peas that fell on the floor while I was trying to think of something meaningful, directional or motivational. And since I have this new pregnancy thing, I needed an outlet. Don't worry it wont be a obstetrical timeline, yeesh, icky, I can't believe I actually said obstetrical...twice. Oh and I also need this blog because I think I'm funny, and I'm generally the only one who laughs at me, so I can read my jokes again and again...and then feel pathetic.
For tonight, the first night of my blog I will leave you with a short list I have put together:
Five Things not to tell when you're preganant:
1. Anything to your mom more than she needs to know.(bad sentence structure!)
2. That you're going "natural" to anyone other than your chiropractor
3. Any names you're considering
4. The scheme of the baby room (especially if it's not blue or pink)
5. That you still think puppies are cuter than babies.

Thank you! goodnight!

Not a great first post, but it needs to get out:

I appreciate that when adversting to me against my will (on my unamed-web-based-email page) about foot fungus disease and what I could buy to prevent it, photographs have been replaced with cartoon illustrations of a fungus-ridden toe. Thank you, whoever you are, the real world of foot fungus is too frightening.