Organic Hippie Chick

I did it!

2007-01-15T16:51:00.000-07:00

I moved! I am still settling in, but as I procrastinate like crazy, come on over before I forget for another month to tell everyone. Come say hi!

Just ignore the mess while I get all sorted out, ok?!

Can You Say Over-Achiever?

2006-11-30T22:48:00.000-07:00

Ok, so, I haven't posted in a million years here, because I've been working on a new blog! Some where else! I'm totally cheating on blogger after only a couple of months. Once the new blog is ready, I will tell all you invisible people out there where I moved.

In the meantime, I signed up for Fremas cheesy love song cd swap, thinking that I must have a couple songs floating around that would qualify. Er, I think I had more then I thought I did. I got carried away just a teeny tiny bit:

1 More Then Words
Open Arms
2 When I Look Into Your Eyes
Miss You In A Heartbeat
3 If You Ask Me To
I Wish It Would Rain
4 IÂm Already There
Purple Rain
5 IÂll Never Get Over You
Hungry Eyes
6 These Dreams
Lullabye
7 Love Hurts
Nothing Compares To You
8 I CanÂt Live Without You
Save The Best For Last
9 Must Have Been Love
Because You Loved Me
10 Love Breaks Your Heart
IÂll Be Loving You
11 What About Love
Never Gonna
12 IÂll Stand By You
How Do You Talk To An Angel
13 Two Steps Behind
Insensitive
14 Fields Of Gold
Why
15 Is This Love
No More I Love YouÂs
16 YouÂre In Love
6 Months 8 Days 12 Hours
17 Hold On To The Nights
Headed For A Heartbreak
18 I WonÂt Forget You
Everything I Do
1 There YouÂll Be
Glory Of Love
2 Rush Rush
November Rain
3 When A Man Loves A Woman
Miss You In A Heartbeat
4 Angel Eyes
CanÂt Fight This Feeling
5 I Live My Life For You
The Flame
6 Rain
IÂll Say Goodbye
7 When Love And Hate Collide
When Love And Hate Collide
8 Never Forget You
Invisible Man
9 Blowing Kisses In The Wind
DonÂt Want To Close My Eyes
10 Do You Remember
Two Steps Behind
11 Something To Believe In
12 Listen To Your Heart
13 Release Me
14 When I See You Smile
15 Thank You For Loving Me
16 Alone
17 Take My Breath Away

That's my playlist. 4 cd's people. 4!! You may note I burned a couple of songs twice, that is because I have no working brain cells. At all.

So, I'm off to bed to go reminiscing over all of the memories these cheese-tastic songs bring to mind.

The kicking of my butt

2006-08-14T21:13:00.000-07:00

I'm alive ya'll, I promise you I am! My job has seriously been kicking my butt so bad I think I now have bruises on my arse. As an accountant for a very big construction project, I have a lot of deadlines and not enough people in my area to help us meet them. So, to say I have been putting in a little bit of over time would be a gross, gross understatement. Wanna take a guess at how many hours a week I am logging? Guess, go ahead, I dare you to get it!

50 hours?!, please, that's chump change.
60? Oh, you silly foolish person.
70? What sort of wimp do you think I am?
75? Keep going..... The answer is 80! 80 hours! Because I love to work and have no life, esp. when I'm salary, so that means NO OVERTIME. Otherwise, I would well be on my way to becoming a millionaire.
(Ok, maybe I am exaggerating just a little bit when I say 80, but not by much)

So, since all of my brain cells have been fried up trying to figure out how the HELL someone got 5% of $98562.80 is $3,255.08, I have pulled some really stupid moves as a result of said brain cells being completely gone. You don't want to hear about those though, do you? You do you say? Well, if you insist!

-On my lunch break, I ran to the store to get some exedrin since my head had been split in half and what was left of my poor, burnt out brain was being stomped on by a million little people wearing clogging shoes. When I got back to my car, I realized I had left my keys in the ignition. After 45 minutes of trying to stick a hanger into my window and breaking down into tears twice, I realized two things simultaneously. 1-I have a hide a key located on the outside of my car and 2-All four of my car doors were unlocked. All FOUR people.

-My password on my work computer refused to work, leaving me flipping out as I HAD to get something in the computer ASAP for a very. super. important. invoice. I called our IT guys. They couldn't figure it out. So after 15 minutes of them scratching their heads over the phone, they decide to come look at my computer, as they think I must have some sort of virus. Upon them making it to my desk and taking ONE glance at my computer, it is discovered that I do not have a virus after all. I had my caps lock on. The whole time. It was just the stupid caps lock.

-Six times in the past few days, I have forgotten to zip my pants back up after going to the bathroom. Each of those six time occurred out in public, four of which were not noticed until AFTER I walked out of important, serious meeting with very important, serious bosses. Oh, and I was standing in the meetings and they were sitting. You think they noticed? I'm clinging to the small hope that they didn't.

-Trimming your cats hair when you have taken a ambien is a bad, bad idea. My cats back and behind look like a weed whacker tried to eat him.

Well, I have plenty more where those came from, but you know what? I am beat, and since I have another fun filled 12 hours of work ahead of me shortly, I think I shall bid you adieu and goodnight!

L-O-V-E

2006-07-26T20:26:00.000-07:00

Many kisses and hugs to ya'll who dropped by/emailed me in support for all the craziness that has consumed my family. I appreciate it, and I'm sorry I never sent you any replies to your comments. To say my head has not been on straight would be a gross understatement. My niece is going to be ok, they thought at the scene of the accident her neck and spine were broken, but she is ok. My sister-in-law (who is separated from my brother) lives in CO and met my mom at the state line to pick the girls up. They had been with my mom for the month in AZ and a week with me. On her way back to Denver, she hit some water and hydroplaned into a guardrail and flipped her car. My 3 year old niece was behind her on the drivers side and was fine, but the 5 year old was on the other side of the car, and that was the side that ended up smashed into the ground after flipping and rolling. Needless to say, it scared the holy crap out of us. But they are all ok, just banged up and the car is a total wreck. It's complete toast.

So thanks you guys. I thought I only had non-existent peeps, but it looks like there are one or two REAL LIVE PEOPLE out there too. I heart you guys.

Now excuse me while I check out the amazing new site that is blowing up online. Really, you need to check it out if you haven't yet. It's a whole other side to motherhood. So go, now, but don't forget to come back to meeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It's time for a little common sense

2006-07-26T20:20:00.000-07:00

So, I pride myself on being extremely open-minded and non-judgmental. Especially when it comes to mothers and parenting, since I have no hands on experience. But something happened the other day that really got my goat (I have never understood that line, but hey, it works).

I went to Burlington to look for a present for some one. While I was there, I wandered around, because I love me some window shopping. I also love going to the baby section to look for little jewels to buy. I wandered for about a half hour looking at baby clothes, and as I was getting ready to leave the section I saw a shelf of clearance items way back behind all the baby strollers and bouncy chairs. (For those of you not familiar with this store, they set up all their baby strollers and cribs and infant car and bouncy sets. Much like Babies R Us, but more haphazard). I maneuver through all these bouncy chairs on the floor and as I made it up to the shelves, I knocked my foot against a chair and imagine my surprise when it made a noise! I look down and there is a one month old baby in a bouncy chair. I look around and see NO ONE. So of course I am going "hmmmmm". I go and walk down 4 aisles to the left and right and still see no one. So I walk back over to the baby and try to decide what to do. I want to find a store employee but I don't want to leave the baby. All that is running through my head is that someone has ABANDONED A BABY. I seriously stand there for about 7 minutes trying to decide if I should pick the baby up and go find the manager. Just then a employee walks by and I call her over. As I start to explain what has happened, I see a woman from the shower curtain aisle, which is ACROSS the store, walks out of the aisle with her choice of shower curtain in hand, strolls over to us, gives us a super dirty look, and picks up the baby. She then turns around and gives me the stink eye as she asks her baby how her nap was and walks away. The employee and I go errrrrr, what do we do now? She went and got her manager to talk to the woman, to be sure that she was the mom, which we are sure she was, but you can't be too careful.

I thought it then and I still think it, that woman did a bad thing. I don't judge moms and I know raising a child is hard. But, you do not go and put your baby somewhere in the store no where near you with NO ONE keeping an eye on the baby. Even if you put the baby where you might not immediately notice her. That baby was alone for over a half hour. I know this is Utah and where I live is like Mormon central, but that doesn't make it safe enough to do something like that. She also had a little boy, as I discovered as I saw her with him standing next to her as she was talking to someone (I think it was the manager) as I was walking out. Her little boy was the kid who had been running all over the whole store (and the store is pretty big) grabbing whatever he could and throwing it at people who walked by.

All I can keep thinking is, "Dude, you can't DO stuff like that. Do you not know what happens when you leave your kids unattended in public places? Especially an adorable little baby girl?" It still makes me upset and pissed when I think about this, because the woman was not acting responsible. I don't know the reason why she would leave her baby alone like that, but even if, say, the baby was taking a nap and was a light sleeper or something, that was still just being stupid and careless.

Ok, so maybe I am judgmental after all.

**Note, I had this posted as a draft for the last few days, debating on if I should post it or not, as I don't like talk/bash/comment on something that I might not know the whole story behind. But, in light of what is a huge story here I decided to post it. In our world today, to even let your child play outside out of sight has become a danger, to leave your infant unattended in a store blows my mind. There are so many sick people in the world who take what is not theirs, don't be careless and practically drop an opportunity in their lap. I feel for poor Destiny's parents, the last words they had with their little girl were not words of love and that can never be erased from their hearts. She was by her own home, why would they not think her safe? Please, be careful with your precious gifts, don't do stupid things like this woman at the store.**

Dude, Seriously

2006-07-24T15:31:00.000-07:00

Hi God. I just wanted to drop you a line and ask you if you could maybe give my family a little bit of break. You have us hopping the last couple month's, and as grateful as we are that our trials have made us stronger, we wouldn't mind a breather. This whole thing you just threw at us, where you tried to take my 5 year old niece back, yeah, not cool. If you let us keep her for oh....Say....... 90 more years, we would REALLY appreciate it. So, not that I'm complaining or anything, but if you wanted to cut us a little slack, that would be wonderful.

Sincerely,
Rachael's slightly hysterical auntie.

“Every man had his own quirks and twists”

2006-07-23T17:36:00.000-07:00

As the first topic in the "All About Me" series, I would like to tell you about my little quirks.

-I don't drink bottom water. Bottom water is the inch or so left at the bottom of a cup. It can be water, juice, soda or milk. I will not drink that last little bit. It's just gross for some reason to me.

-I rock. Standing in line, I will rock or sway. Sitting down on the floor, I will rock my body. I can not sit or stand still.

-I am a public germaphobe. In public places I have to use antibacterial wipes and hand sanitizers on EVERYTHING.

-I will not go #2 unless I am at home. At work, a friends house or out to dinner, I will not do it. Only in my own home, in my own bathroom.

-I always hold my breath when driving past a cemetery. I don't when I go to a burial, but driving past one, I will hold my breath till I am blue in the face.

-I have to have every thing match. I can't handle mismatched things. This goes down to every little bottle and nicknack I own. All my spices, I have to take out of the container they came in and put them in glass containers that all match. All my lotions I buy? They all get squeezed into matching clear apothecary bottles and then labeled. Doesn't matter if it's a $4.00 lotion from Target or a $30.00 one from Sephora, they all must match.

-I won't drive behind or beside a motorcyclist. I just know if I did, the guy would fall off his bike and I would run right over him.

-I can only fall asleep with a fan running on high and the air down to 60, and a down comforter cuddle under and a heating pad to lay on. Even in the winter.

So there you have it, a few of the little odd habits I have. What about you, what quirks do you have that help make you, you?

Lets Talk About Me

2006-07-23T17:02:00.000-07:00

A lot of the blogs I read have done the "100 Things About Me". I contemplated doing this, but a few factors helped me decide not to go this route. One is that most blogs that have done this did so back in 2004/2005. To do this now could become the same social faux pas as when you were in middle school and you finally convinced your mom to let you get your hair permed. You then find afterward that all the cool kids stopped doing that and that the shag was the new cool "do". Then you were stuck with a horrible hairstyle and all the cool kids pointing and giggling at you.
Another reason is as soon as I tell myself I need to come up with a 100 things about me, my mind goes blank. The pressure is just too much for me to handle. Most of the time, when I come across a 100 list, I don't even read through the whole thing unless the person is so witty and funny that I can't stop. I would hate to bore you like that, so instead I will every so often post a little "ditty" about me.

What shall I post about first? Good question! I'll let you know in a little bit!

Guess Who’s Back, Back Again…….

2006-07-18T22:35:00.000-07:00

…………….Hippster’s back, tell a friend!
Hello! Yes, I have not posted in a long while. But rest assured, I have composed wonderful posts in my head, which I will draft and publish at a later date. Thank you so much for your kind words. My brother is going to be ok, his liver is going to be a huge mess, but he’s alive and kicking. Out of respect to that fact that both my parents and brother are extremely private people and don’t feel comfortable about me talking to the “internet” about this, I will leave a lot of this situation out of my blog. Having said that, the last couple weeks have been so very rough for all of us in different ways and very emotional. I think that one of the biggest ones for me was this all consuming guilt that I didn’t see any signs, that I wasn’t there enough for him. I think that has been the leading emotion, along with my parents being very hurt, like they didn’t love him enough to stop this or something and that he just wants to be LEFT ALONE right now and not picked at over this. It’s a very tangled web of emotions.

The most important thing is he is going to be ok. Taking 4 bottles of sleeping pills can be pretty darn painful, but I’m grateful it was that and not a gun.

I end this with a quote direct from my brother:
“You know, the Psych ward REALLY does suck.”

My witty post is gone

2006-07-03T22:22:00.000-07:00

I had written out what I thought was a wonderful, insightful and witty blog. Alas, my mom called with some upsetting news, so that post went out the window. I just don't have the heart to post it now. One of my little brothers, who is 20, is in the hospital right now. We don't know all the details yet, but it is apparently an attempted suicide. Needless to say, we are all really shaken up. He is away from the family for two years, so my mom is driving out of state to get to the hospital and find out more details. This is all the more shocking because out of all the kids, he seems the most stable, so to speak.

I know no one really knows about my blog, or my "other" blog, Tryin to be a Mommy, but if any of ya'll stumble this way, maybe keep a little prayer or happy thought for my family.

Thanks.
And little brother, just know that I love you so much. I'll be there in a couple days, just hold on for me, ok?

Happy Belated Birthday

2006-06-30T18:27:00.000-07:00

TO ME! My birthday was yesterday, but if my husband hadn't done something for me, I would have forgotten all about it. Getting older isn't fun anymore, I was done with birthdays after I hit 21. If I can figure out how to put pics from my phone onto here, I'll show ya what he did for me.

So, how old am I? 25! Woo hoo (not really, it sucks).

Every year I do my birthday resolutions. It's always made more sense to me to do resolutions on the birthday then on the beginning of the year. Why it makes sense, I do not know, but I prefer to do my own thing and go against the grain. I know, I am a TOTAL rebel people.

So, here we have it, my resolutions (delusion plans) for this year:

1. Quit drinking diet coke. Seriously, I love the stuff. It is all that I drink. Water? What's water? (I am actually planning on detoxing off of it this weekend, since I have 4 days off for the holiday. Wish me luck)

2. Lose weight. I am what is known as a FAT FLUSHER. This way of living rocks. I can't even begin to tell you how monumental this thing is. I lost freakin' 30 pounds in 3 weeks in April on it. Then I started eating french fries. The pounds decided to come back :-(

3. Pay off all our debts. Lofty plan you say? Well, it so happens I landed the job of a lifetime a couple weeks ago, and with our two incomes combined, we will be debt free in about 8 months. Then, it's all about dumping money into savings and moving on to goal #4!

4. Get myself knocked up. I am so ready people, but we want to be healthier and be more financially secure before we do. Our last pregnancy was so devastating, I don't want to have any fears the next time that it was something I did. I get flack from some people, that, OMG, you are going to be married 3 YEARS before you get pregnant if you follow this plan, you can't wait that long to start a family! To this I say, hey, everyone does things differently. If it were up to me, I would have already had one kid and another one on the way. BUT, my husband feels differently, and as this does require certain things from each of us, I respect that and can wait. I want him to be ready and excited, not stressed and freaked (like last time) Babies are wonderful, but the spouse comes first.

5. Make some awesome blog buddies. I have been lurking for months on blogs, and I'm just now piping up. The bloggers (is it me or does bloggers and blog sound a little, well, lame?) I read are so interesting and funny. I'll have to throw some links up to them. Some of them make me laugh so hard, it is wicked painful.

6. Get a make over. I have never had one, and I want one. I had a friend who worked at a Clinique counter and she helped people change their look all the time. Other then the color of my hair changing, I've pretty much stayed the same. Same make-up base and eyeshadow, same face care, same style of clothes. I almost never even bother with make up anymore, because it's so boring. So, sometime this year I am doing the whole deal, with style. Facial, massage, pedigree, make up revamp and MAJOR shopping spree. Park City outlets, here I come! Of course, all this will happen after I get back to me pre-wedding weight.

7. Learn yoga. Seems like a silly goal, right? Well, it's a hard one for me, because I have this problem with attention spans and keeping still. I just don't know how to shut my brain, or mouth, shut for more then 2 minutes. I have been timed on this. My husband even did this test, where I have to follow a pen with my eyes and focus on things. It's supposed to help you learn to focus better. Yeah, I last 15 seconds. He finally gave up on me. And I have this problem with silence. It's not allowed, I can't stand it. I will talk to myself to fill in silences if I have to. This habit really drives my family batty. My mom, who hates when people say shut up, gets so tired of me, that she will finally say, "Shut up, shut up, please, just SHUT UP!" Even when I write, I write like I talk. Diarrhea of the fingers. So where was I? Oh, right, yoga. I will master being all zen and thoughtful and relaxed this year. Somehow.

8. Fly on a plane without freaking out. Now this goal, delusional. I shouldn't even bother with it, because IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. I can not handle planes. Irrational fear? Hell no. People, logically PLANES SHOULD NOT FLY. It's not natural, they are huge and heavy. It should not work, but it does. Most of the time. It's that little bit of the time that they don't that bugs me out. It's embarrassing how bad I am with flying. I usually board the plane with tears running down my face. (I just tell people that I just said goodbye to my terminally ill lover for the last time, and they go, ohhhh, you poor thing!) Then, when the plane goes down the runway, the hyperventalating starts and doesn't stop till the plane is safely on the ground again. I could tell you the tons of others things I do on the plane that shows how buggy I am, but seriously, this entry is already freakin' longer then "Gone With the Wind." And THAT my friends, is seriously long.

9. Lay off the gossip columns. I love them, I love the trash and the pictures. Esp. the BAD ones. It is a sickness, it makes my brain rot. Really. And if you want some really good/hilarious celebrity pictures, check out Go Fug Yourself

10. Meet Mike Rowe. BIG DELUSION. Who is Mike Rowe, you ask?! People, I give you Mike Rowe, the man of my dreams (after the hubby of course!)

Brad Pitt? PUh-lease. George Clooney? Not even close. Johnny Depp? Well, ok, I'll give you Johnny Depp. My husband calls Mike Rowe my boyfriend, and he's ok with it. Really ok. But only with him. Because he knows it goes him THEN Mike, and no one else. Ever. Except if Johnny Depp ever decides to fall madly in love with me, then we're going to have problems. Check his show out. Nowhere else will you get a hot guy who is witty, snarky, sarcastic and razor sharp, all while standing in a pile of sh*t.

On that note, I shall end my list of goals for the year. Mike, if you're reading this, me.you.happy sumo.tomorrow.9pm. I'll be waiting ;-)

*Note, bloggers spell check SUCKS. Did you know it doesn't recognize the word blog or blogger. Um, hello!*

Warning : This May Blog May Be Misleading

2006-06-28T20:56:00.000-07:00

Because I think the name of my blog may be a little misleading, let me break it down for ya:

ORGANIC: No, I do not eat only whole, organic foods that is pesticide and hormone free. That is seriously WAY TOO EXPENSIVE. I would love to be able to eat like that though, which is why I employ the wonderful Chlorox Food Bath (and no, it's not as scary or weird as it may sound). Organic is more of a "shout-out" to the lifestyle that I was raised with and embrace as well as my bank account will allow. My mother is a extremely knowledgable person when it comes to herbs, eating well and taking care of your body. She is neither a hard core "Never go to the doctor for anything, because they are bad, Bad, BAD" or someone who goes running to the doctor for every.little.cough. Way before it was hitting the headlines that "Wheat is better!" and "Trans Fat is NOT HEALTHY", we were living it. Our friends had twinkies and ding dongs for snacks, we had home dried fruit and trail mix. White bread, I don't think so, it was all about the multi grain.

Now, that upbringing was shot to hell the last couple years (I mean, hello, I got married. That word alone makes you put on 10 pounds.) I would like to get "back to basics" so to speak, so my blog name is merely being both optimistic (read:deluding myself) and giving my momma props.

Ok, HIPPIE: I debated on this wording, but, it is my nickname, so I decided in favor of it. This being said, please read the following disclaimer:
I in no way am in favor of marijuna becoming legalized, in not taking showers and in growing your hair in dreadlocks. I do not chain myself to objects during protests. I do not GO to protests. I do not burn incense and I do not own a VW of any sort

Now that we have that established, I will explain what it does mean pertaining to me. Hippie is a nickname I was given years ago by someone who was at the time one of the closest people to me in the world. It started as a bit of a joke, more pertaining to how I dress then anything. I am partial to what may be known as the "hippie" look. Long, loose peasant blouses, long hair, beads and etc. Although I do wear "other" clothes, for some reason this stuck. Added to that is my "peace, love and happiness" view. I can be known as the mediator, the one who tries to help people just, you know, chill. I have strong view points on things, but I'm laid back about them. I don't think different view points are any reason to get your panties (if you wear them), in a bunch. Every one is different and every one is entitled to their own views and opinions. That being said, you say crap about something you know nothing about (and when I say "say crap", I mean dog either someone's religion or lifestyle to the point that it's not an opinion but being more of a bigot or vulgar or condenscending), I will get pissed. And Hippie does not get pissed often, so when it happens, you better watch your back homie.

And the third, CHICK : I am a girl, woman, female, of the XX chromosome, carrier of cooties AKA a chick.

So there you have it. Welcome to my delusional world.