I was watching Larry King Live last night with Oprah and Friends on it talking about life, spirituality etc etc. My attention was caught by one particular topic. That is if you are pessimistic or optimistic when it comes to viewing the world today.
The party line for the most part was "Hey I have an intellect, of course I am pessimistic." Looking at the world today, it is damn hard to argue against that. Our government is a disaster and that goes for both sides of the aisle. Our environment is hosed. Our people are angry, marginalized, tired, or, worse, forgotten completely (Katrina, anyone?)
Then the spiritual side of the coin was flipped and I have to say it really spoke to me. How can you NOT be optimistic when people are actually engaged in this type of discussion? How can you not be optimistic when you look around and see that yes, there are problems everywhere, BUT...people are talking about them. What is more, people are doing something about them. But more need to become involved. By more, I do mean you :P
I hear people say that poverty, AIDS, Darfur, and the environment are just too big for one person to fix. They are right, of course, but they miss the point. Each time one person signs a petition, or donates to a charity, or writes their congressman, they become one of many. THAT is where change comes from. Ignoring that fact is just a cop out.
Which brings up charity in general and peoples attitudes in particular. I find it funny that people get all irate at folks like Oprah, or Sean Penn in New Orleans, or Bono. It's almost as though they are PISSED off that these celebs have the power and money to make such grand gestures. The root of that, of course, is jealousy. But to denigrate the causes these celebs champion or their contributions to them is disgusting! It's the "Me Generation" concepts at it's very worst. It's like not watching shows such as An Inconvenient Truth because it is too much work to try to change or "When The Levees Broke" cause it is too depressing. I shit you not, I have heard people say that. I'm sorry but when people live through that, the least you can do is watch and never forget, and work to make sure it never happens again.
I am not rich. I pretty much pay for everything kidlet needs up front and get pay back from her dad when and if I ask 50 million times. But I am so much better off that so many other people. I give blood, I donate to soup kitchens several times a year, I give to the Katrina and Tsunami funds to this day, and I donate time and effort on the Charity Auction here at work. I never, ever walk by a salvation army red bucket without tossing in a dollar. Every time from Thanksgiving on to the New Year. That one dollar is not going to make or break me. It may make or break someone else.
That's my whole point. It does not take grand gestures. It does not even take a ton of money. All it takes is your voice. Pick something that matters to you and tell someone that it does!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Only The Lonely
| You Are Likely an Only Child |
 At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated. At work and school, you do best when you're organizing. When you love someone, you tend to worry about them. In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic. Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management. You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books. |
It's A State Of Affairs And A State Of Emotions
Happy Dance! That counter is now showing less than 90 days! I am in just a HORRID mood today. It's that end of the year "I am gonna be cranky rather than sad" routine. Although lately work has made it easier to be cranky. I am now outta here for the night. Going to go get me a very large beer. Thinking a Fosters big can.
Yum!
Yum!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Thursday Thirteen #5
Hold yourself people I am gonna be SUPER original and go for the New Year's Resolutions for this weeks TT list. I know, I know. I am such a free thinker ;)
I hate New Years as a holiday in general. Something about enforced party-hardy crap makes me want to stay in doors and be a grump.
Besides that, New Year's is Amateur Drunk night when those who barely can, feel they must. Who needs that? So I generally refuse to partake of the Resolutions etc etc. This year, buoyed as I am by the success of my quitting smoking, I have decided to give it a whirl. Hell, I can always laugh at it next Dec :P
1. Walk more. Outside like. In nature. Yeah.
2. Lose weight. Don't ask me for a number, I'll have to bite you.
3. Get a computer and get it set up at home. You would think this would be easy but I have found it really easy to live without one. Shocking for me.
4. Start a college fund for the kidlet. Since pigs will probably fly out my butt before her dad pony's up tuition!
5. Cut down on coffee. Just writing that freaked me out.
6. Drink more water. As with everything on this list it is not that they are difficult to do, I just suck at remembering to do them!
7. Pilates. Do them, don't just buy the cd's. You can not wave them over your ass and magically tone it.
8. Cook at home more often. Which is hard since my days are usually 12 hour plus ones.
9. Learn to mentally go "lalalalalalalalalala" when people say things that piss me off. By people I mean family and ex's, etc etc. It is not that I get into arguments as I usually don't respond, but I don't need the blood pressure going up as well.
10. Write more. Hence the blog :P
11. Take more time off for myself and the kidlet to do fun things. Yes this means having a life. See below!
12. Save up for a trip next Spring with kidlet someplace warm and Southern =)
13. Never forget to stop and look and listen. Particularly when I get to Maui. Life can go by so very fast and if you don't take the time out to notice the beauty around you, what's the point?
I hate New Years as a holiday in general. Something about enforced party-hardy crap makes me want to stay in doors and be a grump.
Besides that, New Year's is Amateur Drunk night when those who barely can, feel they must. Who needs that? So I generally refuse to partake of the Resolutions etc etc. This year, buoyed as I am by the success of my quitting smoking, I have decided to give it a whirl. Hell, I can always laugh at it next Dec :P
1. Walk more. Outside like. In nature. Yeah.
2. Lose weight. Don't ask me for a number, I'll have to bite you.
3. Get a computer and get it set up at home. You would think this would be easy but I have found it really easy to live without one. Shocking for me.
4. Start a college fund for the kidlet. Since pigs will probably fly out my butt before her dad pony's up tuition!
5. Cut down on coffee. Just writing that freaked me out.
6. Drink more water. As with everything on this list it is not that they are difficult to do, I just suck at remembering to do them!
7. Pilates. Do them, don't just buy the cd's. You can not wave them over your ass and magically tone it.
8. Cook at home more often. Which is hard since my days are usually 12 hour plus ones.
9. Learn to mentally go "lalalalalalalalalala" when people say things that piss me off. By people I mean family and ex's, etc etc. It is not that I get into arguments as I usually don't respond, but I don't need the blood pressure going up as well.
10. Write more. Hence the blog :P
11. Take more time off for myself and the kidlet to do fun things. Yes this means having a life. See below!
12. Save up for a trip next Spring with kidlet someplace warm and Southern =)
13. Never forget to stop and look and listen. Particularly when I get to Maui. Life can go by so very fast and if you don't take the time out to notice the beauty around you, what's the point?
Find The Cost Of Freedom
** I wrote this back in September just after I found the news out. I have bumped it to the front page to share comments with all carnival readers and non carnival readers.**
I got a call from my mom while I was home last week with some news. Not quite sure how to describe it. I am still processing it and frankly I can't come up with an adjective that works without sounding overwrought or flippant.
My dad is my dad in every sense of the word other than genetically. I am the product of my mom's first marriage. She wanted a baby, he didn't. She pretty much went on a black ops mission to get pregnant and voila, Baby Me.
This was the 60's. Tail end of it at the very least. And contrary to pop culture myths it wasn't all peace love dove. Mom was a hippie, biological dad was a hippie. They had varying degrees of commitment to the causes and the recreational "mind expanding" drugs out there. She was Students For A Democratic Society whereas he was a Weatherman. Differing ideologies is an understatement. She was into pot, he was into everything. The inevitable happened and they split up. I was about 15 months. She met my now dad when I was about 17 months. We did the hippie thang (complete with living in a school bus and communes) for another 2 or so years. They married when I was around 4 and Dad adopted me a year later. So Dad is Dad. The biological dad never showed up at the adoption hearing.
So here I am, 37 years old, and have never met the biological Dad, aka Brad aka The Sperm Donor. That nickname implied he willingly donated, when of course he didn't. Which is why I never held it against him, especially after I had my own kid. Never fancied a tearful Oprah meeting moment. I have a dad, ya know?
But let's be honest, I would have to have the intellectual curiosity of a slug if I never pondered the man, right? According to my parents (yes Dad knew him too) I am a poster child for Nature vs Nurture. My rants, my sarcasm, my natural inclination to get involved with seemingly lost causes. Gotta give the man a nod for my intelligence. His IQ was off the charts. The US Navy does not try to head hunt you at 15 for the nuclear physics program if you are the village idiot.
So given that I have spent my entire life being told how much I look like him, and how much alike we are personality wise, of course I was curious about him. Not in a sappy "Lassie Come Home" kinda way. Just curious.
Too bad, so sad. Mom called me in tears last week and announced that he had died. His obituary was in the SLC papers. A cousin called.
So here I am. Processing. On the one hand, I have a dad and get pretty bent when people hear the history and refers to him as not being my "real" dad. On the other hand, it sure as hell closes the door on any kind of lookie loo, now doesn't it? No first hand look at this person I am like. No comparison of personality traits. Seriously, I am not sure what my reaction to this should be. Never having met him or lacked a dad, I can't fake tears. On the other hand, it really is just so very final.
So I would like to take this moment to simply acknowledge him and the contributions he made, willingly or not, to my existence and my personality. Thanks. I like my sense of humor. I like my sarcasm. I like "sticking it to the man." So wherever you are, thanks.
"Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground
Mother Earth will swallow you
Lay your body down"
CSNY
I got a call from my mom while I was home last week with some news. Not quite sure how to describe it. I am still processing it and frankly I can't come up with an adjective that works without sounding overwrought or flippant.
My dad is my dad in every sense of the word other than genetically. I am the product of my mom's first marriage. She wanted a baby, he didn't. She pretty much went on a black ops mission to get pregnant and voila, Baby Me.
This was the 60's. Tail end of it at the very least. And contrary to pop culture myths it wasn't all peace love dove. Mom was a hippie, biological dad was a hippie. They had varying degrees of commitment to the causes and the recreational "mind expanding" drugs out there. She was Students For A Democratic Society whereas he was a Weatherman. Differing ideologies is an understatement. She was into pot, he was into everything. The inevitable happened and they split up. I was about 15 months. She met my now dad when I was about 17 months. We did the hippie thang (complete with living in a school bus and communes) for another 2 or so years. They married when I was around 4 and Dad adopted me a year later. So Dad is Dad. The biological dad never showed up at the adoption hearing.
So here I am, 37 years old, and have never met the biological Dad, aka Brad aka The Sperm Donor. That nickname implied he willingly donated, when of course he didn't. Which is why I never held it against him, especially after I had my own kid. Never fancied a tearful Oprah meeting moment. I have a dad, ya know?
But let's be honest, I would have to have the intellectual curiosity of a slug if I never pondered the man, right? According to my parents (yes Dad knew him too) I am a poster child for Nature vs Nurture. My rants, my sarcasm, my natural inclination to get involved with seemingly lost causes. Gotta give the man a nod for my intelligence. His IQ was off the charts. The US Navy does not try to head hunt you at 15 for the nuclear physics program if you are the village idiot.
So given that I have spent my entire life being told how much I look like him, and how much alike we are personality wise, of course I was curious about him. Not in a sappy "Lassie Come Home" kinda way. Just curious.
Too bad, so sad. Mom called me in tears last week and announced that he had died. His obituary was in the SLC papers. A cousin called.
So here I am. Processing. On the one hand, I have a dad and get pretty bent when people hear the history and refers to him as not being my "real" dad. On the other hand, it sure as hell closes the door on any kind of lookie loo, now doesn't it? No first hand look at this person I am like. No comparison of personality traits. Seriously, I am not sure what my reaction to this should be. Never having met him or lacked a dad, I can't fake tears. On the other hand, it really is just so very final.
So I would like to take this moment to simply acknowledge him and the contributions he made, willingly or not, to my existence and my personality. Thanks. I like my sense of humor. I like my sarcasm. I like "sticking it to the man." So wherever you are, thanks.
"Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground
Mother Earth will swallow you
Lay your body down"
CSNY
Bestest Blog of All Time Carnival 1.2!
Ok guys since we are all just exhausted post holidays, head on over to the Bestest Blog of All Time Carnival hosted by Jessie! She has done all the work for you and has a lovely list of posts to read!
Your's truly has a post up which I will bump on up to the front page shortly. Then I am off to work. Would you believe, I took 2 whole days off?!
Your's truly has a post up which I will bump on up to the front page shortly. Then I am off to work. Would you believe, I took 2 whole days off?!
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
WOW! Bestest Blog of the Day? Me?
Jessie and the lovely folks over at Bestest Blog of All Time have gone all crazy and given me the Bestest Blog of the Day Award for today. And now I am all blushy and goofed out. Perfect for someone who supposedly can write a half way decent blog, eh?
To the new folks who are stopping by, HI! I feel like I should tell you something about myself. Hrmmm...I am 37, I have one daughter, 2 cats, 1 Partially Ex'd husband, and a job I am at all too often. I LOVE books and music. I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain.
Oh..that went horribly off track didn't it?
Thanks for stopping in and leave me a comment, I'd love to visit some new blogs!
Don't Leave Me High, Don't Leave Me Dry
Well after one of those weird pointless last day before the holiday days, I am out of here. We were all a bit weird and a bit more into eating fudge than working. Before I go I am going to take the good advice of my kidlet and toss off the links to some of my favorite posts for those of you visiting here courtesy of Bestest Blog!
It's The End Of The World As We Know It and Starr did not feel fine. Got to love feverish rambles. I still stand by my view on John Cusack movies.
Girl, Get Me Out Of This Hell Hole Also known as the last time I tried to take a semi vacation get away.
What's Up Pussycat? Weird web crap I giggle at.
I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret Ooohhh!
Stop Stop Talkin Bout Who's To Blame The Back Story Theory of Too Stupid to Date. (warning. Pissy language herein lies.)
Tiny Dancer In A Cast The joys of motherhood.
One Life One Blood One Love My serious side comes out.
With that I am out of here and I wish you all Happy Holidays!
It's The End Of The World As We Know It and Starr did not feel fine. Got to love feverish rambles. I still stand by my view on John Cusack movies.
Girl, Get Me Out Of This Hell Hole Also known as the last time I tried to take a semi vacation get away.
What's Up Pussycat? Weird web crap I giggle at.
I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret Ooohhh!
Stop Stop Talkin Bout Who's To Blame The Back Story Theory of Too Stupid to Date. (warning. Pissy language herein lies.)
Tiny Dancer In A Cast The joys of motherhood.
One Life One Blood One Love My serious side comes out.
With that I am out of here and I wish you all Happy Holidays!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Bestest Blog Of All Time Carnival #2
Check out Bestest Blog of All Time to find out info on Carnival #2 as well as Bobby's great Link Exchange program!
Carnival #2 will take place on Dec 27th and it looks like Jessie has graciously agreed to host it.
Carnival #2 will take place on Dec 27th and it looks like Jessie has graciously agreed to host it.
One Night In Bangkok And The World's Your Oyster
Thai food tonight me thinks. Ohh...or Pho or Bun. I am in a soup mood and at the same time filled with very little inclination to cook. I'd make the Killer Beer Cheese Soup but the idea of peeling 12 potatos is unappealing.
Ba dum dum.
That's right folks I'll be here all week.
Which in fact I will. Doing dinner at Mom's tomorrow night and then will be in to work on Saturday and Sunday. Just not sure how long. Monday I am taking off completely. I am already down for a friggin road trip. I have to get on HWY 26 and cruise out like I am going to the coast to meet the Ex (husband variety) and pick up the kid around 10:30 on Monday am. Sort of a rest area swap since they are spending Christmas Eve at his girlfriends parents house. And they live out in the back of beyond halfway to the beach in methlab land.
I had offered to drive her half way to Gresham that night so she could see HIS family but she is not feeling that much running around and has put the breaks on that idea. Sucks that she has to spend Christmas Eve with a bunch of people she could give a rats ass about, but oh well. You can't pick your parents or the skeezes they date.
I did the good mommy routine last night and took her out to buy Christmas presents for her dad and his girlfriend. Yes, you read that right. Her father is that much of an asshat that he doesn't think to help her with presents for people like his girlfriend or gosh, me, her own mother. I have purchased every Father's Day, Christmas, and birthday gift he has ever had from her in his entire life and that includes the last 7 years since we split up. My mom pays for mine. He pays for jack.
I did draw the line at getting anything for her obnoxious Emo Spawn children. Uh uh honey, Mama don't play that.
Ba dum dum.
That's right folks I'll be here all week.
Which in fact I will. Doing dinner at Mom's tomorrow night and then will be in to work on Saturday and Sunday. Just not sure how long. Monday I am taking off completely. I am already down for a friggin road trip. I have to get on HWY 26 and cruise out like I am going to the coast to meet the Ex (husband variety) and pick up the kid around 10:30 on Monday am. Sort of a rest area swap since they are spending Christmas Eve at his girlfriends parents house. And they live out in the back of beyond halfway to the beach in methlab land.
I had offered to drive her half way to Gresham that night so she could see HIS family but she is not feeling that much running around and has put the breaks on that idea. Sucks that she has to spend Christmas Eve with a bunch of people she could give a rats ass about, but oh well. You can't pick your parents or the skeezes they date.
I did the good mommy routine last night and took her out to buy Christmas presents for her dad and his girlfriend. Yes, you read that right. Her father is that much of an asshat that he doesn't think to help her with presents for people like his girlfriend or gosh, me, her own mother. I have purchased every Father's Day, Christmas, and birthday gift he has ever had from her in his entire life and that includes the last 7 years since we split up. My mom pays for mine. He pays for jack.
I did draw the line at getting anything for her obnoxious Emo Spawn children. Uh uh honey, Mama don't play that.
Come On Baby, Light My Fire - Thurday Thirteen 4th Edition
Last week we delved into my Seedy Past and took a look at all those cradles I might wanna rob. Just to prove I am not ageist (or a total pervert) we will spend this week taking a peek at some older gentlemen. I now present to you The Thirteen Older Men Who Could Rob My Cradle - Thursday or any other day of the week.
1. Johnny Depp - Do I really have to say ANYTHING else? Hello? He is the only one getting a picture here. Just look at him!
2. John Cusack - What can I say, he had me at the boom box. The Depp Man may be hotter, but somehow Mr. Cusack seems like the type you'd actually marry. It's a close 1/2 ranking on the John's.
3. Damon Albarn - The UniBrow brothers of Oasis need to stop being pissy about Blur/Damon. Noel, Liam....get thee to a tweezery.
4.Colin Firth - I looove Colin. Bridget needs to get a clue!
5. Hugh Grant - Then again, maybe Bridget has a clue. Hugh is my "faintly brushed by scandal" entry of the week. But let's be real, a guy - any guy - going to a prostitute is a shocker, because......?
6. George Clooney - Oh the Dr Ross glory days of ER. Actually, George gets better every year.
7. Dermot Mulroney - I'd take a Wedding Date or any other kind of date with him!
8. Clive Owen - I have a thing for the UK guys, you notice that? Totally wasted on Jennifer Blandiston.
9. Daniel Craig - Listen, he can shake me OR stir me. Bond is back.
(Ok now, don't get all creeped out, but we are entering Dead Man's Land. Yes the following 2 are indeed departed. What can I say, once a goth girl, always a goth girl.)
10. Michael Hutchence - What you need, indeed. I saw INXS in concert on the KICK tour. Front row seats. He had on black leather pants. Excuse me whilst I get a cold drink.
11. Brandon Lee - "Buildings Burn, People Die, But Real Love Is Forever." He was The Crow. And yes, I'd want him with the makeup :p
12. Paul Newman circa 1960's - Hey! We are dealing with fantasy here. I got 2 dead guys on the list, why not time travel? Watch Newman in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, Exodus, or Cool Hand Luke and I dare you to name anyone who is better looking. Even Mr. Depp should be nervous. VERY nervous.
13. Brad Pitt - Confession time here. When Brad was younger, he was gorgeous, yeah yeah I know. He just didn't do it for me. But he is getting ever so much hotter the older he gets. He was just a bit too pretty in his youth. No girl wants a guy who is prettier than her, even Angelina. Of course she is so gorgeous she ranks as the one woman I could see switching teams for.
And there you have it!
1. Johnny Depp - Do I really have to say ANYTHING else? Hello? He is the only one getting a picture here. Just look at him!
2. John Cusack - What can I say, he had me at the boom box. The Depp Man may be hotter, but somehow Mr. Cusack seems like the type you'd actually marry. It's a close 1/2 ranking on the John's.
3. Damon Albarn - The UniBrow brothers of Oasis need to stop being pissy about Blur/Damon. Noel, Liam....get thee to a tweezery.
4.Colin Firth - I looove Colin. Bridget needs to get a clue!
5. Hugh Grant - Then again, maybe Bridget has a clue. Hugh is my "faintly brushed by scandal" entry of the week. But let's be real, a guy - any guy - going to a prostitute is a shocker, because......?
6. George Clooney - Oh the Dr Ross glory days of ER. Actually, George gets better every year.
7. Dermot Mulroney - I'd take a Wedding Date or any other kind of date with him!
8. Clive Owen - I have a thing for the UK guys, you notice that? Totally wasted on Jennifer Blandiston.
9. Daniel Craig - Listen, he can shake me OR stir me. Bond is back.
(Ok now, don't get all creeped out, but we are entering Dead Man's Land. Yes the following 2 are indeed departed. What can I say, once a goth girl, always a goth girl.)
10. Michael Hutchence - What you need, indeed. I saw INXS in concert on the KICK tour. Front row seats. He had on black leather pants. Excuse me whilst I get a cold drink.
11. Brandon Lee - "Buildings Burn, People Die, But Real Love Is Forever." He was The Crow. And yes, I'd want him with the makeup :p
12. Paul Newman circa 1960's - Hey! We are dealing with fantasy here. I got 2 dead guys on the list, why not time travel? Watch Newman in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, Exodus, or Cool Hand Luke and I dare you to name anyone who is better looking. Even Mr. Depp should be nervous. VERY nervous.
13. Brad Pitt - Confession time here. When Brad was younger, he was gorgeous, yeah yeah I know. He just didn't do it for me. But he is getting ever so much hotter the older he gets. He was just a bit too pretty in his youth. No girl wants a guy who is prettier than her, even Angelina. Of course she is so gorgeous she ranks as the one woman I could see switching teams for.
And there you have it!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Some Where Over The Rainbow
Bond just reminded me of my trip to Hawaii in responce to my whining I had no life. SO...I had to update.
14 weeks from RIGHT NOW!
/scampers off
14 weeks from RIGHT NOW!
/scampers off
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
99 Luftballons
Sigh
Talked to my designer today and I am on the list for a revamp to Typepad in Jan or so. Which means webring fixes, notifying all the lovely people who linked me to link the new site. Blah blah.
Template is somewhat fixed. Expandables are still not expanding but hey. Better than before. I am in NO FRIGGIN MOOD to redo widgets today. Doing this in the training room as is :P
Talked to my designer today and I am on the list for a revamp to Typepad in Jan or so. Which means webring fixes, notifying all the lovely people who linked me to link the new site. Blah blah.
Template is somewhat fixed. Expandables are still not expanding but hey. Better than before. I am in NO FRIGGIN MOOD to redo widgets today. Doing this in the training room as is :P
Oh yes, must get the typepad thing going
So blogger is having issues. Not a biggie, I was getting board with the template anyhow. But this left hand side shit is ANNOYING. It's not just me, as I am seeing frantic posts from others on the message boards. It's just stupid :P
Monday, December 18, 2006
Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
So I bit the bosses head off twice today. Not bad, not bad. It was not totally off the wall ballistic. Just, well, snarky.
Took the kidlet lunch at her dad's. Get this, she stubbed her toe on the treadmill and split the top of her toe open.
The Ex (BF Variety) who also happened to be a Sagittarius warned me about this. Archer types are supposedly accident prone. How lucky am I? I am pondering TV tonight. What do we have? Top Chef?
Bleh. I already miss Survivor and Idol can not start soon enough.
Yes. I am a Reality TV Ho.
Took the kidlet lunch at her dad's. Get this, she stubbed her toe on the treadmill and split the top of her toe open.
The Ex (BF Variety) who also happened to be a Sagittarius warned me about this. Archer types are supposedly accident prone. How lucky am I? I am pondering TV tonight. What do we have? Top Chef?
Bleh. I already miss Survivor and Idol can not start soon enough.
Yes. I am a Reality TV Ho.
We Could Be Heros, Just For One Day
Having a David Bowie rock out moment. I suppose if I were forced to choose one song, Hero's would be it. Love that song. At work. Everyone is super cranky. My boss just pawed through my printing (large excel spreadsheet with attachments) and got it all out of order. I am breathing in slowly and doing my Jedi Zen Mind Trick to calm myself.
Whacking ones boss with a stapler is generally not a move guaranteed to increase your upward mobility. The weather is odd. It looks like we have a frosting of white sand outside. It's freezing fog. I HATE this weather in this state. Oregonians are such piss poor drivers to begin with, they really do not need the addition of any sort of inclement weather funsies.
I am locking my earphones in place and heading back to the back to put together my packets today and tomorrow. No school so I do not have to go play Kidlet Pick-me-up and I can really pack on the overtime. I am shooting for 35 hours this pay period. I seriously need to get caught up. Of course my program is still hosed so creating my jobs is taking for ever.
Get this, we have a group of our IT guys, the Vendor's IT guys, and some Microserfs all working on fixing this issue. They are called "The Anonymous Software Vendor Application_01 SWAT TEAM.
SWAT TEAM. Capitals their call, btw. Do you see what I am dealing with here? This application went tit's up on Oct 6th. It's Dec 18th.
I am screwed :P
Whacking ones boss with a stapler is generally not a move guaranteed to increase your upward mobility. The weather is odd. It looks like we have a frosting of white sand outside. It's freezing fog. I HATE this weather in this state. Oregonians are such piss poor drivers to begin with, they really do not need the addition of any sort of inclement weather funsies.
I am locking my earphones in place and heading back to the back to put together my packets today and tomorrow. No school so I do not have to go play Kidlet Pick-me-up and I can really pack on the overtime. I am shooting for 35 hours this pay period. I seriously need to get caught up. Of course my program is still hosed so creating my jobs is taking for ever.
Get this, we have a group of our IT guys, the Vendor's IT guys, and some Microserfs all working on fixing this issue. They are called "The Anonymous Software Vendor Application_01 SWAT TEAM.
SWAT TEAM. Capitals their call, btw. Do you see what I am dealing with here? This application went tit's up on Oct 6th. It's Dec 18th.
I am screwed :P
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Bestest Blog of All Time Carnival Edition 1.1
Bobby over at Bestest Blog has posted the submissions of the first ever Bestest Blog Carnival. Go on over and check it out!
Let's Call Me Quirky Rather Than Weird, Mmk?
Miss Tiggerprr over at her scratching post has tagged me with the infamous 6 Weird Things About Me meme.
And you know what? I am totally stumped here and I have had to enlist the help of family and friends. I mean, let's face it if you read this blog in depth, it should be pretty clear that I just AM weird.
However, we have put our heads together and come up with the following quirks for your consideration:
1. I have a thing about supplying the dialogue to silent movies. Mind you it is not the ACTUAL dialogue. It is my own creation and usually wildly inappropriate (kinda like me!)
2. I can name all of the ruling Kings and Queen England from William the First (that bastard) all the way on up to QE2. I have a thing for history in general, English in particular. I buy textbooks for fun.
3. This one courtesy of my mom. I have a tendency to repeat a word over and over when I am excited or tired. It's not a stutter in that I say the entire word correctly. I just say it more than once! Of course that is a neurological thing that I can't be held responsible for as I pointed out to her. I also asked her if she poked the handicapped when she came across them :P
4. Also provided by mom, I have issues with lids and tops. Like for jars, toothpaste, etc etc. Apparently I don't like the put them on with any great consistency. Mom pondered the thought that perhaps I had a fear of enclosed spaces. It's one of those things that I am not very aware of, but looking at my desk, I see caps and lids and an open bottle of hand lotion. What can I say, Don't Fence Me In!
5. I have a thing for retaining bizarre, pointless, music trivia. Weird stuff like knowing all 4 members of Crue while never having owned a Crue album. Why do I know this?
What drives me nuts about it is that I always forget one or two minor things which I know but for some reason, refuse to retain. Here are the big two. I always forget 1 of the 5 bands that Eric Clapton has been in. Sometimes I space John Mayall's Bluesbreakers, and other time I space out Blind Faith. But I ALWAYS forget one of them. Much like I ALWAYS space Vince Clarke's name when we get to talking about who left Depeche Mode and went to Yaz and the Erasure. I have actually woken up in the middle of the night and said "VINCE CLARKE" out loud after it has been driving on me.
6. This last I thought of right away while reading Tigg's. She writes that she still to this day sleeps with the covers tight around her neck to keep away zee vampires. A habit she picked up in childhood. I, on the other hand, used to wake up and be PISSED off that I was NOT made a vampire in my sleep. I blame this on reading Anne Rice at age 10. And yes, I am Gother Than Thou. (That's an in-joke for the black clothed contingent.)
Now for my tags. Hrmm.........
Dr. Blogstein although I am almost afraid to ask :P
Anndi
Tisha
The Widget
Sonja
Yes I can count. That is 5 not six. I don't wanna re-tag folks and Bond got picked with moi. Sue me!
And you know what? I am totally stumped here and I have had to enlist the help of family and friends. I mean, let's face it if you read this blog in depth, it should be pretty clear that I just AM weird.
However, we have put our heads together and come up with the following quirks for your consideration:
1. I have a thing about supplying the dialogue to silent movies. Mind you it is not the ACTUAL dialogue. It is my own creation and usually wildly inappropriate (kinda like me!)
2. I can name all of the ruling Kings and Queen England from William the First (that bastard) all the way on up to QE2. I have a thing for history in general, English in particular. I buy textbooks for fun.
3. This one courtesy of my mom. I have a tendency to repeat a word over and over when I am excited or tired. It's not a stutter in that I say the entire word correctly. I just say it more than once! Of course that is a neurological thing that I can't be held responsible for as I pointed out to her. I also asked her if she poked the handicapped when she came across them :P
4. Also provided by mom, I have issues with lids and tops. Like for jars, toothpaste, etc etc. Apparently I don't like the put them on with any great consistency. Mom pondered the thought that perhaps I had a fear of enclosed spaces. It's one of those things that I am not very aware of, but looking at my desk, I see caps and lids and an open bottle of hand lotion. What can I say, Don't Fence Me In!
5. I have a thing for retaining bizarre, pointless, music trivia. Weird stuff like knowing all 4 members of Crue while never having owned a Crue album. Why do I know this?
What drives me nuts about it is that I always forget one or two minor things which I know but for some reason, refuse to retain. Here are the big two. I always forget 1 of the 5 bands that Eric Clapton has been in. Sometimes I space John Mayall's Bluesbreakers, and other time I space out Blind Faith. But I ALWAYS forget one of them. Much like I ALWAYS space Vince Clarke's name when we get to talking about who left Depeche Mode and went to Yaz and the Erasure. I have actually woken up in the middle of the night and said "VINCE CLARKE" out loud after it has been driving on me.
6. This last I thought of right away while reading Tigg's. She writes that she still to this day sleeps with the covers tight around her neck to keep away zee vampires. A habit she picked up in childhood. I, on the other hand, used to wake up and be PISSED off that I was NOT made a vampire in my sleep. I blame this on reading Anne Rice at age 10. And yes, I am Gother Than Thou. (That's an in-joke for the black clothed contingent.)
Now for my tags. Hrmm.........
Dr. Blogstein although I am almost afraid to ask :P
Anndi
Tisha
The Widget
Sonja
Yes I can count. That is 5 not six. I don't wanna re-tag folks and Bond got picked with moi. Sue me!
And Catch The Silver Sunlight In Your Hands
Well. A deep subject, I know. I am fried. Last nighta PGE Substation right around the corner from the office caught fire. No power. No post :P
It's still burning in fact, but the power has been supply has been diverted to other sources. Which is a good thing cause I had no power at home either. Me and around 55,000 other fine folks spent a dark and chilly night. And it was colder than a witch's tit out there. It's still only 21 degrees. The power came back on at my house around 2:30am.
So I hauled ass in early today so I can get some work done after being so rudely booted out last night. It's freezing in here today. It's always cold on the weekends but with the power going out last night for 7 hours it is downright frigid in here. Fortunately I will be in the back putting together mailing packets all day so I should stay warm.
Small child received 200 bucks from her Dad and his GF to spend as she liked. The problem was her dad hates the mall. So I ended up taking her shoping yesterday. She wanted jeans so we hit the GAP. She got 2 pairs of jeans and I got her a top. And I even bought a pair of jeans for myself! Which makes those approximately the 4 item of clothing I have bought myself this year. I think I broke a record :P
She also go Pajamas and slippers and foo foo socks. She is most pleased. Still has 60 bucks left too.
Alright, my nailbeds are turning blue, cause my hands are so cold. Time to go to work and try to keep from freezing to death!
It's still burning in fact, but the power has been supply has been diverted to other sources. Which is a good thing cause I had no power at home either. Me and around 55,000 other fine folks spent a dark and chilly night. And it was colder than a witch's tit out there. It's still only 21 degrees. The power came back on at my house around 2:30am.
So I hauled ass in early today so I can get some work done after being so rudely booted out last night. It's freezing in here today. It's always cold on the weekends but with the power going out last night for 7 hours it is downright frigid in here. Fortunately I will be in the back putting together mailing packets all day so I should stay warm.
Small child received 200 bucks from her Dad and his GF to spend as she liked. The problem was her dad hates the mall. So I ended up taking her shoping yesterday. She wanted jeans so we hit the GAP. She got 2 pairs of jeans and I got her a top. And I even bought a pair of jeans for myself! Which makes those approximately the 4 item of clothing I have bought myself this year. I think I broke a record :P
She also go Pajamas and slippers and foo foo socks. She is most pleased. Still has 60 bucks left too.
Alright, my nailbeds are turning blue, cause my hands are so cold. Time to go to work and try to keep from freezing to death!
Friday, December 15, 2006
Websenseless Gets A Clue
Idiots. So I am back. Just in time for a day spent doing Charity Auction work. Joys. So super quick post, saying HI!
I am still gonna end up swapping out to Typepad. I just need to get professional web help and template design!
I am still gonna end up swapping out to Typepad. I just need to get professional web help and template design!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Aloha! Wordless Wednesday #4
In honor of our upcoming trip to Maui for my WW I have a pic of the en familia at Bubba Gumps in Lahina from 2003!
**As of Wednesday 12/13 I am at 15 weeks and counting until Maui! NOT that I am excited or anything.......
Life Is A Carnival, Old Chum - Bestest Blog Carnival!
Yes yes, I know. It's a cabaret. But starting RIGHT NOW, it's a carnival. Bobby, the man with the plan over at Bestest Blog Of All-Time has started up a Bestest Carnival.
The only catch is that you need to have participated in his Link Exchange program which is a great deal for you. I found so many great blogs via this page.
So go pick out your Bestest post and ship it off to Bobby. I want to read what everyone considers thier bestest!
The only catch is that you need to have participated in his Link Exchange program which is a great deal for you. I found so many great blogs via this page.
So go pick out your Bestest post and ship it off to Bobby. I want to read what everyone considers thier bestest!
Jesus And His Lawyer Are Coming Back
Damn those Eels. That song is totally stuck in my head.
Well I was out yesterday. Vicious headache brought on by smashing said head into my cabinet whilst trying to get out my jelly roll pan. Betty Crocker must have gotten hazardous duty pay. I whacked my head climbing inside the cabinet to try to get a pan that had fallen way in the back. Isn't that just typical? Typically Laurel and Hardy.
All this to make a Buche De Noel for the Charity Auction Bake Sale this Friday. Which turned out Magnifique! If I say so myself. And really it was Julia Child's recipe so I should have used her for the hazard pay line, but then again, she was usually half way pissed when she cooked and I was most certainly NOT drunk. It's a small miracle I live through any attempt to cook as it is. But the cake is gorgeous. Looks similar to this one
That's right, I am a domestic godess.
Well I was out yesterday. Vicious headache brought on by smashing said head into my cabinet whilst trying to get out my jelly roll pan. Betty Crocker must have gotten hazardous duty pay. I whacked my head climbing inside the cabinet to try to get a pan that had fallen way in the back. Isn't that just typical? Typically Laurel and Hardy.
All this to make a Buche De Noel for the Charity Auction Bake Sale this Friday. Which turned out Magnifique! If I say so myself. And really it was Julia Child's recipe so I should have used her for the hazard pay line, but then again, she was usually half way pissed when she cooked and I was most certainly NOT drunk. It's a small miracle I live through any attempt to cook as it is. But the cake is gorgeous. Looks similar to this one
That's right, I am a domestic godess.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Snarky Is As Snarky Does
| You Are a Snarky Blogger! |
 You've got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of. And that's why they read your posts as often as they can! |
I am?! Really? I swear to God I tried to think Mary Sunshine thoughts while taking this test. I thought I would be more along the lines of a life blogger. But I supposed I'd have to get a life first, eh?
If You Got The Money, Honey We Got Your Disease
Ever get the feeling that you are gonna get screwed? And not in an "oh baby" kind of way?
I am getting that vibe. Kidlet is supposed to have a flu shot today at her ped's office. But I never got a reminder call for the flu clinic. No one is answering at the office cause it is a Saturday and they are closed. Or open for the flu shot clinic but just not answering. And the website is dead.
Ok, it's a for sure, I am fuxored. Just got my online horoscope:
"Sparks may fly today in your interactions with others. Whether in close intimate relationships or casual discussions with friends, it can feel as if everyone is just trying to purposefully upset you. You can all too easily respond with an overblown display of anger. Don't waste energy arguing. The best thing you can do is to chill out and not take it all so seriously."
But why can't I get pissy? Not everyone can do "overblown displays of anger" with flair, but I can. 13 pieces of flair, no less!
I am getting that vibe. Kidlet is supposed to have a flu shot today at her ped's office. But I never got a reminder call for the flu clinic. No one is answering at the office cause it is a Saturday and they are closed. Or open for the flu shot clinic but just not answering. And the website is dead.
Ok, it's a for sure, I am fuxored. Just got my online horoscope:
"Sparks may fly today in your interactions with others. Whether in close intimate relationships or casual discussions with friends, it can feel as if everyone is just trying to purposefully upset you. You can all too easily respond with an overblown display of anger. Don't waste energy arguing. The best thing you can do is to chill out and not take it all so seriously."
But why can't I get pissy? Not everyone can do "overblown displays of anger" with flair, but I can. 13 pieces of flair, no less!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Born To Be Wild
Kidlet and I had the girls night out last night. We had sushi and lattes and wandered the mall. Got her the Official 2007 Green Day Calendar. And we saw Borat last night.
OMFG. I nearly died. It was just the two of us in the theater, which was a good thing, cause the naked wrestling scene in the movie just about KILLED me. Poor kidlet will be scarred for life, I am sure.
I can totally see why people are freaking out about this movie. There are so many levels to this. The uncomfortable laugh when he says such BLATANTLY racist things, the laughing at the other peoples discomfort or their shocking willingness to display their own biases. Then of course you have to accept the fact that you are laughing AT Borat as well. Or at the Stereotyped Broken English Foreigner he is portraying.
I recommend it highly, but only if God blessed you with NOT being born with a stick up your ass :P
OMFG. I nearly died. It was just the two of us in the theater, which was a good thing, cause the naked wrestling scene in the movie just about KILLED me. Poor kidlet will be scarred for life, I am sure.
I can totally see why people are freaking out about this movie. There are so many levels to this. The uncomfortable laugh when he says such BLATANTLY racist things, the laughing at the other peoples discomfort or their shocking willingness to display their own biases. Then of course you have to accept the fact that you are laughing AT Borat as well. Or at the Stereotyped Broken English Foreigner he is portraying.
I recommend it highly, but only if God blessed you with NOT being born with a stick up your ass :P
She Says Wait A Minute Honey, I’m Gonna Add It Up
Bleh had a meeting this morning where I had to do the reflection and bring a treat. I feel like I have shot my creative was for the day what with that. Our "reflections" are inspirational speeches/stories, quotes, whatever. Very Kum By Ya. What can I say, we are a Catholic organization. It did offer up a funny moment or two. Dr. Blogstein had a funny post on the joy, or lack there of, of going Commando. In said post he used the term "freeball."
My speech used the word "freedom."
I'll let you take it from there.....
My speech used the word "freedom."
I'll let you take it from there.....
Thursday, December 07, 2006
We All Shine On
John Lennon
Oct 9, 1940 - Dec 8, 1980
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Oct 9, 1940 - Dec 8, 1980
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Koo Koo Ka Joo Mrs. Robinson, Thursday Thirteen #3
Once upon a time there was a reasonably unhappy 28 year old who developed an all encompassing fixation on Titanic. Let's digress to the backstory on this, mmk? (Bear with me, it's a longish one!)
I am a HUGE Titanic freak. It started way back when I was around 7 or so and Lady Marjory from Upstairs Downstairs died on the Titanic. The story caught my imagination. I have been to Titanic Society exhibits, own pretty much all the books on it, and have seen A Night To Remember just about a gazillion times.
Being a Titanic factual snob, I was distressed to find out James "The Terminator" Cameron was making a movie about my ship! I actually refused to see it when it very first came out. I do believe it had been out for a month before I finally saw it. And I saw it alone, for reasons I frankly can't remember.
I was hooked. I mean, HOOKED. I saw that movie 22 times on my own in the theater.
Obviously something was missing in my life. Was it Romance, Love, Attention?
Oh no, it was nothing so innocent...
I came across several women on a Titanic Fan Site (which I won't link cause the owner was a dickhead and gets no free publicity from me) and aside from loving the movie, shedding tears at the death scene - yada yada yada - we all had one thing in common.
Leonardo DiCaprio and his bones. Specifically, we wanted to jump them.
Apparently, we got a wee bit vocal and descriptive about this desire. We ended up getting kicked off (!!!!) the forum for our "lewdness." Who knew so many would get so offended by a few harmless Hoover Vacuum remarks? (Fine it was a Hoover WetVac but really, that is just splitting hairs.)
I ended up creating a website for us Lewd Ladies. We had message boards, chat rooms, and our banner, a photoshoped picture of Leo and what may have been a horse member. We referred to this artifact as the Cucumelon. (Do you really want to ask why? I didn't think so.) Our battle cry was "Fellow Cradle Robbing Degenerates, Unite!"
So in honor of my FCRDU girls - Camy, Melvira, Lisa, Julie, Selenia- and all the rest of you, I present this weeks Thursday Thirteen.
Thirteen Cradles I'd Love To Rob.
1. The First, The Original, The DiCaprio (1974) If anything, Leo is getting better looking. Kinda like Brad Pitt. Less Pretty, More Hot.
2. The Personal Favorite, Stuart Townsend (1972) Where to begin on Stuart. He's gorgeous. He's Irish - Accent? Yes please! Cherry on top - he is a Sagittarius. I love Sag's.
3. Jake Gyllenhall (1980) Even if he was totally whacked out in Donnie Darko and totally NOT pitching for my team in Brokeback, he is way cute.
4. Heath Ledger (1979) Picture my 7 year old asking me to watch Knights Tale, over and over....such hard work being a mommy!
5. Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (1977) You could ski off those cheekbones. Really you could.
6. Ewan McGregor (1971) Ewan and his naughty bits have come a long way since Velvet Goldmine. I can even forgive him that Star Wars debacle.
7. Paul Bettany (1971) Knights Tale, part deux. He was awful in Gangster # 1 and he was still hot. And Wimbledon? Service!
8. Cillian Murphy (1976) I like the Irish, what can I say?
9. Jude Law (1972) Gorgeous. Yes I know the whole dumpy nannygate thing was a bit taudry. But taudry can be fun ;)
10. Edward Furlong (1977) Detroit Rock City is NOT a great movie. Yet I own it...hrm. Edward has had some issues (That Crow movie?!?!?!)but according to my latest People mag he has cleaned up his act and is doing great. Which is good to hear. Edward you can look like the Bad Boy cutie without actually having to BE one!
11. John Mayer (1977) Oh my lord, do I lust after Young Mister Mayer. The fact that he can play the hell out of a guitar is bonus points.
12. Ami James (1972 Tattoo you, indeed. Talk about poster child for Bad Boys. Plus he is a great Tat artist. Pluses are always good.
13 Orlando Bloom (1977) But not Pirates Orlando. I want LOTR Orlando. WITH the ears. I have a thing for druidy types. Sue me :p
I am older than every guy on that list, although with some of them it's a close one. Stay tuned for next weeks TT when I list out who could rob MY cradle.
That's right, Johnny Depp. I am talkin to you!
**Update** Matthew McConaughey is younger than me! Fine, by like 10 months but hey, that is still cradlesque right? So bonus Man in Matthew. He can play naked bongos in my RV any day of the week.
I am a HUGE Titanic freak. It started way back when I was around 7 or so and Lady Marjory from Upstairs Downstairs died on the Titanic. The story caught my imagination. I have been to Titanic Society exhibits, own pretty much all the books on it, and have seen A Night To Remember just about a gazillion times.
Being a Titanic factual snob, I was distressed to find out James "The Terminator" Cameron was making a movie about my ship! I actually refused to see it when it very first came out. I do believe it had been out for a month before I finally saw it. And I saw it alone, for reasons I frankly can't remember.
I was hooked. I mean, HOOKED. I saw that movie 22 times on my own in the theater.
Obviously something was missing in my life. Was it Romance, Love, Attention?
Oh no, it was nothing so innocent...
I came across several women on a Titanic Fan Site (which I won't link cause the owner was a dickhead and gets no free publicity from me) and aside from loving the movie, shedding tears at the death scene - yada yada yada - we all had one thing in common.
Leonardo DiCaprio and his bones. Specifically, we wanted to jump them.
Apparently, we got a wee bit vocal and descriptive about this desire. We ended up getting kicked off (!!!!) the forum for our "lewdness." Who knew so many would get so offended by a few harmless Hoover Vacuum remarks? (Fine it was a Hoover WetVac but really, that is just splitting hairs.)
I ended up creating a website for us Lewd Ladies. We had message boards, chat rooms, and our banner, a photoshoped picture of Leo and what may have been a horse member. We referred to this artifact as the Cucumelon. (Do you really want to ask why? I didn't think so.) Our battle cry was "Fellow Cradle Robbing Degenerates, Unite!"
So in honor of my FCRDU girls - Camy, Melvira, Lisa, Julie, Selenia- and all the rest of you, I present this weeks Thursday Thirteen.
Thirteen Cradles I'd Love To Rob.
1. The First, The Original, The DiCaprio (1974) If anything, Leo is getting better looking. Kinda like Brad Pitt. Less Pretty, More Hot.
2. The Personal Favorite, Stuart Townsend (1972) Where to begin on Stuart. He's gorgeous. He's Irish - Accent? Yes please! Cherry on top - he is a Sagittarius. I love Sag's.
3. Jake Gyllenhall (1980) Even if he was totally whacked out in Donnie Darko and totally NOT pitching for my team in Brokeback, he is way cute.
4. Heath Ledger (1979) Picture my 7 year old asking me to watch Knights Tale, over and over....such hard work being a mommy!
5. Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (1977) You could ski off those cheekbones. Really you could.
6. Ewan McGregor (1971) Ewan and his naughty bits have come a long way since Velvet Goldmine. I can even forgive him that Star Wars debacle.
7. Paul Bettany (1971) Knights Tale, part deux. He was awful in Gangster # 1 and he was still hot. And Wimbledon? Service!
8. Cillian Murphy (1976) I like the Irish, what can I say?
9. Jude Law (1972) Gorgeous. Yes I know the whole dumpy nannygate thing was a bit taudry. But taudry can be fun ;)
10. Edward Furlong (1977) Detroit Rock City is NOT a great movie. Yet I own it...hrm. Edward has had some issues (That Crow movie?!?!?!)but according to my latest People mag he has cleaned up his act and is doing great. Which is good to hear. Edward you can look like the Bad Boy cutie without actually having to BE one!
11. John Mayer (1977) Oh my lord, do I lust after Young Mister Mayer. The fact that he can play the hell out of a guitar is bonus points.
12. Ami James (1972 Tattoo you, indeed. Talk about poster child for Bad Boys. Plus he is a great Tat artist. Pluses are always good.
13 Orlando Bloom (1977) But not Pirates Orlando. I want LOTR Orlando. WITH the ears. I have a thing for druidy types. Sue me :p
I am older than every guy on that list, although with some of them it's a close one. Stay tuned for next weeks TT when I list out who could rob MY cradle.
That's right, Johnny Depp. I am talkin to you!
**Update** Matthew McConaughey is younger than me! Fine, by like 10 months but hey, that is still cradlesque right? So bonus Man in Matthew. He can play naked bongos in my RV any day of the week.
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
I am so on pins and needles. Talked to the Mamasan last night and am awaiting final confirmation on......
MAUI(!!!!) from March 28th - April 9th.
The suspence is killing me!
** Update **
It's official! Pina Colada's here I come!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Tattoos Of Memories WW #3
There is a common theme for my Wordless this week. I have tattoos of all three of these picture. The butterfly one has a slightly different Kanji symbol but the the butterfly is the exact design I used for my very first tattoo and still my favorite.
The fairy is pretty much exact with a few color tweaks on the dress and the flower. I had a BLAST getting this one done, even though it took over 4 hours. Much love to Rob at Timeless Tattoo in Atlanta. He actually did both the butterfly and this one. Plus he has great taste in movies. The fairy is actually done by a web artist I stumbled across courtesy of a bout of insomnia. I absolutely LOVE her work. Go check her out, Meilin Wong.
The last one is the painting I used as inspiration for my peony tattoo. Got that one last time I was in Maui. Peony's are my favorite flower and they remind me of my grandmother. She died about 3 months after I got that tattoo and I am so thrilled I have it to remember her by.
These Boots Were Made For Walkin
Since I am being good and not giving into temptation (See post just below this one) I have done some web searching. Mind you they are not nearly as awful as when viewed on a scrawny leg encased in a turquoise tight. I present for your enjoyment....
The Tranny Shoe!
The Tranny Shoe!
Hush Hush, Keep It Down Now, Voices Carry
I love working here when I am alone in the office. It is all quiet and dark and there are NO PEOPLE!
Don't get me wrong, for once in my life time as an employeed human being, I actually like pretty much everyone I work with. Some more than others, but even the idiots I can pretty much deal with.
Only one person here totally makes me nuts and I keep it in check using my own brand of snarky humor. I have to clean up behind her work constantly although she is a legend in her own mind as far as knowledge base goes. She does provide me with entertainment though, so I shouldn't bitch too much. She's stringy skinny. Like an old chicken. She suffers from "oh dear god I am aging syndrome." Picture a 45+ wench who wears the naughty school girl outfit even though her cleavage area looks like crepe paper and Joan Rivers has smoother facial skin. I just refer to her as "Boobies By Victoria, Brain By Barbie" or BBVBBB for the purpose of this post.
Yesterday she had shoes on that no self respecting Transvestite would wear even though they literally screamed "tranny shoes!" Some poor lady in our cafe spilled coffee whilst staring in wonder and horror at them while BBVBBB was in line.
Did I mention she dyes her hair a rather prostitootie shade of red?
Sounds like she just got in. I should go check out today's costume :p
Don't get me wrong, for once in my life time as an employeed human being, I actually like pretty much everyone I work with. Some more than others, but even the idiots I can pretty much deal with.
Only one person here totally makes me nuts and I keep it in check using my own brand of snarky humor. I have to clean up behind her work constantly although she is a legend in her own mind as far as knowledge base goes. She does provide me with entertainment though, so I shouldn't bitch too much. She's stringy skinny. Like an old chicken. She suffers from "oh dear god I am aging syndrome." Picture a 45+ wench who wears the naughty school girl outfit even though her cleavage area looks like crepe paper and Joan Rivers has smoother facial skin. I just refer to her as "Boobies By Victoria, Brain By Barbie" or BBVBBB for the purpose of this post.
Yesterday she had shoes on that no self respecting Transvestite would wear even though they literally screamed "tranny shoes!" Some poor lady in our cafe spilled coffee whilst staring in wonder and horror at them while BBVBBB was in line.
Did I mention she dyes her hair a rather prostitootie shade of red?
Sounds like she just got in. I should go check out today's costume :p
Monday, December 04, 2006
Dancing With The Devil's Past Has Never Been Too Fun
The ex (bf variety) has taken to logging on and off of Yahoo messenger for brief flashes for the first time in months. I hate to sound vain, but what does this mean? Is it directed at me? Am I supposed to notice? At least he is not tossing up song lyric status messages ala my blog titles and my Yahoo status messages. When he did they invariably pissed me off.
Last contact we had was his End-of-the-Year-As-We-Know-It email nearly a year ago (Dec 30 2005) and a fast hope you have a happy bday in Feb of this year. I answered his email in April and never said boo to a goose on his birthday greetings. I mean, what is there to say? "You got a job yet?"
I occasionally post on the Sci Fi boards, which as I have discussed in the past I very nearly didn't because he posted on them. Which I did not know at the time that I went looking for info there. My name there is not one he would know or that I have ever used. But oddly enough, with in days of my first post there, he stopped posting. And the man was posting every damn day prior to this.
Now it may just be me, but damn that seems really freakin childish! Get over it, post your shit, I'll post mine. We were not even posting in the same show forum! I in NO WAY made any references to inside jokes or in any way tried to make it obvious who I was. I could be wrong and it could be that he was just "busy." Probably dicking around "remodeling" his mothers house. Again.
So I am sitting here pondering if I am somehow involved in playground politics. If so, I hope I am not disappointing with my lack of reaction. Hell I don't track who comes to this blog other than who answers comments cause I like to respond to those. I know damn good and well both my ex's could find this blog in all of 1.2 microseconds if they wanted too. I just don't care. I write for me and if they happen to find and read it, tough tits for them.
Last contact we had was his End-of-the-Year-As-We-Know-It email nearly a year ago (Dec 30 2005) and a fast hope you have a happy bday in Feb of this year. I answered his email in April and never said boo to a goose on his birthday greetings. I mean, what is there to say? "You got a job yet?"
I occasionally post on the Sci Fi boards, which as I have discussed in the past I very nearly didn't because he posted on them. Which I did not know at the time that I went looking for info there. My name there is not one he would know or that I have ever used. But oddly enough, with in days of my first post there, he stopped posting. And the man was posting every damn day prior to this.
Now it may just be me, but damn that seems really freakin childish! Get over it, post your shit, I'll post mine. We were not even posting in the same show forum! I in NO WAY made any references to inside jokes or in any way tried to make it obvious who I was. I could be wrong and it could be that he was just "busy." Probably dicking around "remodeling" his mothers house. Again.
So I am sitting here pondering if I am somehow involved in playground politics. If so, I hope I am not disappointing with my lack of reaction. Hell I don't track who comes to this blog other than who answers comments cause I like to respond to those. I know damn good and well both my ex's could find this blog in all of 1.2 microseconds if they wanted too. I just don't care. I write for me and if they happen to find and read it, tough tits for them.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
It's Funny How Beautiful People Are When They're Walking Out The Door.
First off I must state for the record that today's title is not a song lyric as per the usual order of business around here. It's a quote from Velvet Goldmine.
I got sucked into a HUGE Glitterama Fest last night, and a Ewan McGregor one at that. Watched Moulin Rogue first and then Velvet. I was filled with the urge to swill absinthe and go nuts with body glitter. I can just imagine the hangover I would have today.
What really sucked is that I have been keeping my eye open for Velvet for some time now, since Kidlet would LOVE it. Bowie may be a bit pissy regarding it, but it is serious guilty pleasure time for the rest of us. She'd love Moulin Rouge as well. The child likes her some Broadway musicals. Don't even get me started on her Andrew Lloyd Weber Jellicle Cats phase. I swear, I have seen that dvd over 1000 times. She saw it live as well. She also loved Chicago. Sat through the entire thing and adored it. She was like 8!
Of course I am 100% completely to blame for it. After all, the child's favorite movie (from the time she was 5 I might add) is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. She has the audience participation 25 year anniversary CD. She has action figures. I told her that at this point, even though she has never seen it in a theatre, I hardly think we can call her a Rocky "virgin." If she is then she is the worlds most well prepared Rocky virgin. We have plans for a roadtrip this summer to Washington to see Rocky. Here in Puddletown we only have it in a 21 and over theatre due to booze sales. Which SUCKS. Cause my dad would go with us if it were in town.
It's true, the whole family is warped.
I got sucked into a HUGE Glitterama Fest last night, and a Ewan McGregor one at that. Watched Moulin Rogue first and then Velvet. I was filled with the urge to swill absinthe and go nuts with body glitter. I can just imagine the hangover I would have today.
What really sucked is that I have been keeping my eye open for Velvet for some time now, since Kidlet would LOVE it. Bowie may be a bit pissy regarding it, but it is serious guilty pleasure time for the rest of us. She'd love Moulin Rouge as well. The child likes her some Broadway musicals. Don't even get me started on her Andrew Lloyd Weber Jellicle Cats phase. I swear, I have seen that dvd over 1000 times. She saw it live as well. She also loved Chicago. Sat through the entire thing and adored it. She was like 8!
Of course I am 100% completely to blame for it. After all, the child's favorite movie (from the time she was 5 I might add) is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. She has the audience participation 25 year anniversary CD. She has action figures. I told her that at this point, even though she has never seen it in a theatre, I hardly think we can call her a Rocky "virgin." If she is then she is the worlds most well prepared Rocky virgin. We have plans for a roadtrip this summer to Washington to see Rocky. Here in Puddletown we only have it in a 21 and over theatre due to booze sales. Which SUCKS. Cause my dad would go with us if it were in town.
It's true, the whole family is warped.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
You Say It's Your Birthday
Well...not my B day. Kidlets B-Day. Yesterday was awesome. Went on a spending spree, which I love doing and courtesy of the recent rise in overtime I was able to do. Took the kidlet to have High English Tea at this great antique store/cafe. Then we went and got our World AIDS Day vibe on by buying ourselves some Product Red merchandise at the GAP. Wearing my hoodie right now and it is most cozy.
Then we hit Fred Meyers (aka Kroger's for you east coast types) and got her 2 150 light strands of purple christmas lights for stringing up around her room. And a killer suede and lambskin jacket that was regularly 130 buckaroos that I got for 25 buckaroos instead. I do so love me some coupon. Oh and we got her a gorgeous birthday cake at New Seasons. Then we did the Christmas Party dinner at my grandfathers Assisted Living.
We just finished up her hella big purchase of CD's on Amazon. She got some good stuffies. REM, The Cure, Rancid, Offspring, Sisters of Mercy, Sex Pistols and the Green Day/U2 single The Saints Are Coming.
Now it is off to have a Birthday Lunch and Cake at her Grandma's and then she is with her dad for the weekend. Which means of course that, like Ahnold, will be back.
Then we hit Fred Meyers (aka Kroger's for you east coast types) and got her 2 150 light strands of purple christmas lights for stringing up around her room. And a killer suede and lambskin jacket that was regularly 130 buckaroos that I got for 25 buckaroos instead. I do so love me some coupon. Oh and we got her a gorgeous birthday cake at New Seasons. Then we did the Christmas Party dinner at my grandfathers Assisted Living.
We just finished up her hella big purchase of CD's on Amazon. She got some good stuffies. REM, The Cure, Rancid, Offspring, Sisters of Mercy, Sex Pistols and the Green Day/U2 single The Saints Are Coming.
Now it is off to have a Birthday Lunch and Cake at her Grandma's and then she is with her dad for the weekend. Which means of course that, like Ahnold, will be back.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
One Love, One Blood, One Life
You Got To Do What You Should
December 1st is World AIDS day. As a Gen X'er I have pretty much grown up under the specter of this disease. No free love, or swinging, or love the one your with (or whoever's keys you fish out of the bowl) for my peers and myself. I remember hearing about AIDS for the first time as "GRID." Dan Rather looked somber and they had one of the medical charts that shows a heart rate. The tie in on that was always a bit hazy for me, since the end all, be all, do all result of this disease seemed to be NO heart beat. I remember the gay bashing and the bigotry that came with it. I remember the hysteria over things like drinking fountains.
I remember Ryan White, I remember Rock Hudson, I remember Bobby Campbell. I remember the sick feeling I had watching people protesting with signs saying they were "dying of red tape." I remember being very proud of the people in Act Up for the Wall Street demonstrations. I remember a rather unpleasant dinner conversation with an uncle who worked for Burroughs Welcome.
And I remember the faces of the people I took care of who were dying of AIDS.
From 1989-1991 I worked in an inner city hospital on the medical floor as a CNA. The hospital was located in a trendy area popular with Gen X'ers, artists, young families with children looking for a more urban lifestyle, and the gay and lesbian community. It also had a large housebound geriatric population and a growing homeless population.
In 17 months, I saw faces from each of these groups die of AIDS. The drag queens, the artists, the elderly, and the children were all represented. I remember the grandmother who beat cancer but died a year later at 83 from the blood transfusions she received. I remember the street people who died. At times, we didn't even know their real names. I remember the hemophiliac kids who were still fighting the disease when I left. I remember the street kids - teenagers- and their combative attitudes when given their diagnosis. It seemed impossible to them that they were 16 and would probably die before they reached legal drinking age. Can you blame them?
I remember Tony, who's family would have nothing to do with him. In their minds, AIDS was gods punishments for gays. Tony was a sweetheart. He was a stylist. His last words to me were some heartfelt advice on my hair and it's complete lack of style. Had he been able to give me the "do" he had in mind, I am sure I would have conquered the world. We were the same age. He was 22 when he died.
I remember Ollie and his love of Haagen Daz blueberry and cream swirl ice cream. I remember his love of papaya. I remember nearly falling over when he came back to visit us before his final relapse. He was back from Hawaii with papayas in hand. He was gorgeous. The last time I saw him he weighed a bit over 90 pounds while standing over 6 feet tall. I could carry him like I did my daughter. When she was two.
I remember Robert and the amazing bead work he did despite the fact that AIDS left him blind. He made the most intricate Indian moccasins. I remember walking in the AIDS walk the year he died. It was dedicated to his memory.
Most of all I remember Neal. And his cigarettes and how he nearly burned his bed down trying to smoke one. I remember the bags of Hershey's kisses he'd have his SO bring me every time I was scheduled to work. I remember his love of clear high heel pumps with the goldfish in the heels. That man could make me laugh like no one else. I miss you, Neal.
I remember the 20+ funerals I attended. I remember holding the hands of men with no families present. I remember both comforting and being comforted by life partners when death finally came. I remember the kind woman who was volunteering at the Names Project who was there with a hug and a box of tissues when I found the quilts of three of my patients and burst into tears looking at the ordinary reminders of lives that were gone and people who were no more.
I remember when the AIDS death total finally exceeded that of the Vietnam War. Over 58,000 dead from the virus. That was then.
Today, AIDS has killed over 30 million people. 90% of them in developing countries where kids die every single day from lack of medicines that cost less than your average candy bar.
Our politicians are only as good as we make them be. Hold them accountable. If enough people stand up and demand they do something about AIDS and all the stupid poverty related deaths that could be avoided, they will. Remind them that it's not about charity, it's about justice.
The changes we need may not happen tomorrow, or next month, or next year. But if we keep making noise, they will happen, and maybe todays kids will not have to live in a world where a child dies every three seconds from AIDS and poverty. Make noise for these people. Make noise for my kid and her friends. Make noise for your kids or the children in your family.
Please visit One.org and sign the declaration.
25 years of HIV: key dates
worldaidsday.org
1981 First documented case of AIDS (then referred to as GRID)
1982 AIDS first used as a term and is detected on five continents
1985 Rock Hudson first public figure to be known to have died of AIDS
1986 Needle exchanges first piloted in the UK
1987 Don’t Die of Ignorance campaign
1987 Photographs of Princess Diana holding the hand of an AIDS patient broadcast around the world
1987 First form of anti-retroviral treatment available (AZT) in the US
1987 National AIDS Trust founded
1987 First successful form of HIV ‘anti-body’ tests widely available in the UK
1988 First World AIDS Day held
1989 First HIV awareness materials targeted at gay men produced by Health Education Authority
1990 Mark Fowler diagnosed HIV positive on Eastenders
1991 Half of the 500,000 people living with HIV in the West had died
1991 Freddie Mercury died
1991 Red ribbon becomes the international symbol of HIV
1991 Princess Diana becomes patron of the National AIDS Trust
1991 Number of people infected with HIV worldwide reaches 10 million
1995 The film Philadelphia screened
1995 First combination therapy treatment available in the US dramatically improving the life chances of people living with HIV
1996 UNAIDS established
1999 90% of all people living with HIV are in the developing world
2001 Pharmaceutical companies abandon court case against South Africa’s Treatment Access Campaign, allowing generic production of anti-retrovirals for the first time
2002 Global Fund to fight AIDS, TB and Malaria set up to increase funding to fight the world’s biggest killer diseases
2003 The 3 x 5 initiative launched to get treatment to 3 million people by 2005
2005 40 million people with AIDS worldwide. Globally only 1.3 million people have access to treatment
Thursday Thirteen #2: More Cowbell!
The Kidlet. The Wonderbean. The Danger Mouse.
I truly like my kid as a person. I'd like her even if she wasn't my kid. She is just cool like that. I'd say her defining characteristic is her predilection for marching to her own drum. It started early. I knew I had a true individual on my hands by the time she was 9 months old. Picture if you will a fabric and decor store downtown called The Daisy Kingdom. Tres Yuppy.
I had planned to buy a stuffed animal for Kidlet. The store had simply adorable animals to choose from. A fluffy lamb. A cuddly kitten. A velvet rabbit. A fuzzy teddy bear. Did my kid like any of these perfectly traditional children's toys? No she did not. She immediately gravitated towards a bizarre, black and white, weirdly skinny cow. Yes COW.
On that day we added Claude Moo the French Cow to our family. So in honor of Claude Moo and Kidlet Too I give you:
13 Songs with More Cowbell! *
1. One Nation Under A Groove - Parliment Funkadelic
2. Alex Chilton - The Replacements
3. Stone Free - Jimi Hendrix
4. Touch of Grey - Grateful Dead
5. So Alive - Love and Rockets
6. Veronica - Elvis Costello
7. A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley
8. Unforgettable Fire - U2
9. Time Has Come - Chambers Brothers
10. Fly Me Courageous - Drivin' n Cryin'
11. Hold On I'm Comin' - Sam and Dave
12. Love Shack - B52's
13. Down On The Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival
*Additional Tidbit of info on me. I have each of these songs in my cd collection. Cows Rule!
I truly like my kid as a person. I'd like her even if she wasn't my kid. She is just cool like that. I'd say her defining characteristic is her predilection for marching to her own drum. It started early. I knew I had a true individual on my hands by the time she was 9 months old. Picture if you will a fabric and decor store downtown called The Daisy Kingdom. Tres Yuppy.
I had planned to buy a stuffed animal for Kidlet. The store had simply adorable animals to choose from. A fluffy lamb. A cuddly kitten. A velvet rabbit. A fuzzy teddy bear. Did my kid like any of these perfectly traditional children's toys? No she did not. She immediately gravitated towards a bizarre, black and white, weirdly skinny cow. Yes COW.
On that day we added Claude Moo the French Cow to our family. So in honor of Claude Moo and Kidlet Too I give you:
13 Songs with More Cowbell! *
1. One Nation Under A Groove - Parliment Funkadelic
2. Alex Chilton - The Replacements
3. Stone Free - Jimi Hendrix
4. Touch of Grey - Grateful Dead
5. So Alive - Love and Rockets
6. Veronica - Elvis Costello
7. A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley
8. Unforgettable Fire - U2
9. Time Has Come - Chambers Brothers
10. Fly Me Courageous - Drivin' n Cryin'
11. Hold On I'm Comin' - Sam and Dave
12. Love Shack - B52's
13. Down On The Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival
*Additional Tidbit of info on me. I have each of these songs in my cd collection. Cows Rule!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I Know I'm Not A Hopeless Case
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
But there's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Always
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
Always
It's a beautiful day
The sky falls and you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you
Always
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light, and
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
Day
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
It was a beautiful day
It's warm in the sun, I reach to the sun
Somehow every time I hear this song, I immediately feel so much better. It is like musical prozac. Even gets rid of the slightly nauseous feeling I get when the Ex (bf variety) logs onto Yahoo.
Bono Rules.
Shoots up through the stony ground
But there's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Always
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
Always
It's a beautiful day
The sky falls and you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you
Always
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light, and
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
Day
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
It was a beautiful day
It's warm in the sun, I reach to the sun
Somehow every time I hear this song, I immediately feel so much better. It is like musical prozac. Even gets rid of the slightly nauseous feeling I get when the Ex (bf variety) logs onto Yahoo.
Bono Rules.
What's Your Name, Little Girl?
I was listening to Muse - Starlight on my way in to work today. Great song. So nice when a song with your name, or a version there of, does not suck. That got me thinking about web names and how we come up with them. I have heard some crazy stories about how folks dreamed up their alter egos. Mine ranks as fairly boring.
Starrlight Starrbright was a character name I used in Everquest. It was a play on an old childhood nickname I had, Starchild. Cause I had a really "groovy" natal astrological chart. What can I say, the parentals were hippies. Anyhow, Starr as a nickname has tagged me all my life and when I created an enchanter class in EQ it just worked. Enchanters cast spells in the game that made other people fight better or cast spells easier. We were pez dispensers. Or in my case since the toon was tall, blonde and looked like Barbie, The Perky Pez Wench. That always amused me as I am the last person to ever be mistaken for Poster Child for Perk.
Wench or Wenchies is another name I have been known to fling around the web. Yet another EQ character I had was Sorchia Elvenwench. Is that not just a killer name for an elf character? I've used both for handles. The Elvenwench remains my favorite. I've used Lillyth as well, but that one is old as hills.
All this got me thinking and pondering on you all and your names. So how bout it? I'd love to hear the stories behind the names on my comments. Spill them beans, peeps!
Starrlight Starrbright was a character name I used in Everquest. It was a play on an old childhood nickname I had, Starchild. Cause I had a really "groovy" natal astrological chart. What can I say, the parentals were hippies. Anyhow, Starr as a nickname has tagged me all my life and when I created an enchanter class in EQ it just worked. Enchanters cast spells in the game that made other people fight better or cast spells easier. We were pez dispensers. Or in my case since the toon was tall, blonde and looked like Barbie, The Perky Pez Wench. That always amused me as I am the last person to ever be mistaken for Poster Child for Perk.
Wench or Wenchies is another name I have been known to fling around the web. Yet another EQ character I had was Sorchia Elvenwench. Is that not just a killer name for an elf character? I've used both for handles. The Elvenwench remains my favorite. I've used Lillyth as well, but that one is old as hills.
All this got me thinking and pondering on you all and your names. So how bout it? I'd love to hear the stories behind the names on my comments. Spill them beans, peeps!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
All We Are Saying
Is that this:
Is a Satanic image. So much for Jesus the man of peace. Apparently, hoping for peace is offensive to some folks in the community with children in Iraq. It seems that wishing for death, destruction, and oh I don't know, mandatory amputation would be a bit more patriotic in these idiots opinions.
As silly as this sounds, it isn't.
In case any of you are as flat stunned by the insane reasoning behind this as I wa and would like to comment on it directly to the gentleman in question in this article, you can reach Mr Kearns via the Loma Linda HOA Bob Kearns at 970-264-4706. They have a website as well but it appears to be "under contruction." With a copywrite date of 2005. Ahem :p
Is a Satanic image. So much for Jesus the man of peace. Apparently, hoping for peace is offensive to some folks in the community with children in Iraq. It seems that wishing for death, destruction, and oh I don't know, mandatory amputation would be a bit more patriotic in these idiots opinions.
As silly as this sounds, it isn't.
In case any of you are as flat stunned by the insane reasoning behind this as I wa and would like to comment on it directly to the gentleman in question in this article, you can reach Mr Kearns via the Loma Linda HOA Bob Kearns at 970-264-4706. They have a website as well but it appears to be "under contruction." With a copywrite date of 2005. Ahem :p
Every Wisdom Has It's Price
Subtitled: Live Through This
It is trying to snow out here in the Silicon Forest. Trying. Succeeding only in making the roads icy, the drivers stoooooopid, and my mood black. I was out yesterday due to the weather. Such fun. Today was worse and STILL her damn school does not have a late start. Grr.
Got kidlet back on Sunday. Got the lowdown on her T Day with her Dad's family. Also got the skinny on this years edition of Stupid Ex Tricks. Apparently, her dad had a few (ha ha) beers and got on the subject of how having kids changes a marriage. He then proceeded to say that having kidlet ruined our marriage. In FRONT of the kid no less. Of course, it was because I was selfish and didn't like being second. Which is funny as hell given my recent discovery of my old online diaries. In them I address that very issue. Except of course that I was thrilled he was paying more attention to her than he was to me. I didn't mind being second. I minded being third, and I minded his computer addiction being first very much.
Kidlet is smart enough to have known that was crap. Even better, his sister and her husband told him that was crap. Sigh. Between the bailing on his daughter last week when he got home and this, I SO deserve a frickin set of wings for not running the eejit over. Grr.
What with that and the other ex being on my mind courtesy of his recent (yesterday) birthday it all adds up to the "I am in a pissy mood" motif I have been exhibiting this last month.
So happy birthday wherever you are to one and FOAD to the other.
I need java :p
It is trying to snow out here in the Silicon Forest. Trying. Succeeding only in making the roads icy, the drivers stoooooopid, and my mood black. I was out yesterday due to the weather. Such fun. Today was worse and STILL her damn school does not have a late start. Grr.
Got kidlet back on Sunday. Got the lowdown on her T Day with her Dad's family. Also got the skinny on this years edition of Stupid Ex Tricks. Apparently, her dad had a few (ha ha) beers and got on the subject of how having kids changes a marriage. He then proceeded to say that having kidlet ruined our marriage. In FRONT of the kid no less. Of course, it was because I was selfish and didn't like being second. Which is funny as hell given my recent discovery of my old online diaries. In them I address that very issue. Except of course that I was thrilled he was paying more attention to her than he was to me. I didn't mind being second. I minded being third, and I minded his computer addiction being first very much.
Kidlet is smart enough to have known that was crap. Even better, his sister and her husband told him that was crap. Sigh. Between the bailing on his daughter last week when he got home and this, I SO deserve a frickin set of wings for not running the eejit over. Grr.
What with that and the other ex being on my mind courtesy of his recent (yesterday) birthday it all adds up to the "I am in a pissy mood" motif I have been exhibiting this last month.
So happy birthday wherever you are to one and FOAD to the other.
I need java :p
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Speak To Me In A Language I Can Hear
I got tagged by TheThinker. And I thank her for that, cause after my mental blogdown last night, I was kinda short on inspiration. So without further ado, I present:
Three Things Tag
1. 3 Things that scare me: clowns; bees and wasps; heights
2. 3 People who make me laugh: Chris Rock; Jon Stewart; John Irving
3. 3 Things I love: chocolate; coffee; books
4. 3 Things I hate: insomnia; bad writing; zealots of any kind
5. 3 Things I don’t understand: tomatoes; bigotry; the appeal of most popular music.
6. 3 Things on my desk: coffee cup; Burt's Bees lip balm; my cd carrier
7. 3 Things I’m doing right now: writing; listening to music; working (I am I swear
8. 3 Things I want to do before I die: volunteer in Africa with an NGO; move out of this state; tour all the historical sites I've read about.
9. 3 Things I can do: Write; Cook; Juggle multiple tasks at one time and not mess them up. Yes this includes bringing home the bacon and frying it in the pan.
10. 3 Things I can’t do: Tie a cherry stem in a knot; get into geometry; speak another language. Something tells me swearing in Greek does not count.
11. 3 Things I think you should listen to: Achtung Baby - U2; Mind Bomb - The The; The Best of Sam and Dave - Sam and Dave.
12. 3 Things you should never listen to: People who tell you that you are not good enough; polka music on headphones; that horrifying K Fed Ex song. VH1 played a clip of it and I swear my ears bled.
13. 3 Things I’d like to learn: Italian; Ballroom Dancing; web design.
14. 3 Favorite foods: Pretty much all Italian; ditto French; and Dessert in its many wonderous forms. Special shout out to chocolate.
15. 3 Beverages I drink regularly: Coffee; Diet Coke; Red Wine
16. 3 Shows I watched as a kid: Scooby Doo; Gilligan's Island; H.R. Pufnstuf
17. 3 People I’m tagging: Belle; RWA; Miz Shinka. But only if they are up to it!
Three Things Tag
1. 3 Things that scare me: clowns; bees and wasps; heights
2. 3 People who make me laugh: Chris Rock; Jon Stewart; John Irving
3. 3 Things I love: chocolate; coffee; books
4. 3 Things I hate: insomnia; bad writing; zealots of any kind
5. 3 Things I don’t understand: tomatoes; bigotry; the appeal of most popular music.
6. 3 Things on my desk: coffee cup; Burt's Bees lip balm; my cd carrier
7. 3 Things I’m doing right now: writing; listening to music; working (I am I swear
8. 3 Things I want to do before I die: volunteer in Africa with an NGO; move out of this state; tour all the historical sites I've read about.
9. 3 Things I can do: Write; Cook; Juggle multiple tasks at one time and not mess them up. Yes this includes bringing home the bacon and frying it in the pan.
10. 3 Things I can’t do: Tie a cherry stem in a knot; get into geometry; speak another language. Something tells me swearing in Greek does not count.
11. 3 Things I think you should listen to: Achtung Baby - U2; Mind Bomb - The The; The Best of Sam and Dave - Sam and Dave.
12. 3 Things you should never listen to: People who tell you that you are not good enough; polka music on headphones; that horrifying K Fed Ex song. VH1 played a clip of it and I swear my ears bled.
13. 3 Things I’d like to learn: Italian; Ballroom Dancing; web design.
14. 3 Favorite foods: Pretty much all Italian; ditto French; and Dessert in its many wonderous forms. Special shout out to chocolate.
15. 3 Beverages I drink regularly: Coffee; Diet Coke; Red Wine
16. 3 Shows I watched as a kid: Scooby Doo; Gilligan's Island; H.R. Pufnstuf
17. 3 People I’m tagging: Belle; RWA; Miz Shinka. But only if they are up to it!
Sigh
So I see that Beta has decided to fuck up my sidebars and footers. Quite fun since they show up in the lay out editor. And then started disappearing one by one. Get your shit together, Googlites.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Have You Come Here To Play Jesus
To The Lepers In Your Head?
Why yes, Bono, it appears I have.
What else could have driven me from my home back to my office at nearly 10pm? Other than 2 glasses of wine and the holiday season. Could it be the entire concept of thankfulness and my lack of enthusiasm for that this year? How bout the upcoming birthday of the Ex (bf variety) on Monday which drags him front and center in my mind? My lack of vacation? Lack of a cigarette? Lack of sex? The entire hamster on a wheel motif of my life?
I can't forget to mention stumbling upon my old online diaries written way back in 1999 and 2000. Got to love mothballed emails, eh? I seem to have spaced the fact that D (ex-bf variety) sent me those via email. These diaries encompass both pre and post marital break up. Pre is a month long look at the disintigration of a marriage and my confidence.
Honestly, reading that is rather odd. It is about some of the most painful times I have ever gone through, courtesy of the Ex Formerly Known As Husband. Yet, it's bitingly funny. Vain of me I know, but it is. I have this compulsive need to write for an audience and an even bigger compulsive need to be entertaining. The Ex BF read it and told me he felt awful for laughing out loud while reading it but he couldn't help it. It does include one hell of a funny blowjob story. Funny in hindsight of course. It was more mind blowing at the time it occurred. And not in an orgasmic kind of way.
This is why quitting smoking sucks so badly for me. It's my prop, dammit. My image as a sarcastic east coast naughty librarian is completely shot to fucking hell without it. I swear because of this, I am gonna be wearing black the remainder of my life.
The post break up version is quite different and it seems to be what my mind is stuck on tonight. Enough to make me literally run out of my house in search of an open Starbucks and a computer. Story of my life, running to stand still. (Yes, there is a U2 lyric for every fucking thing in my life. Deal with it.)
I seemed ridiculously happy in the post break-up 2000 version. Why wouldn't I have been? I was in a good place there. Not financially, oh hell no. Not with the Ex (husband variety) that is for damn sure. He was still hacking my computer around then. But reading it, man, I was really happy to finally just be me. It was like being seen and heard for the first time in my life.
Oh don't get me wrong, I was pretty smug regarding the other Ex (bf variety) about that time. It was written on his computer while I was in Atlanta, so go figure. Oh and he had a job then. Let's just leave it at that. We all know I am not over that break up and probably never will be.
So that has me thinking. Am I happy? You know what? I don't really know the answer to that question. I don't feel actively unhappy either. I am fairly certain I am not content, but at the same time, I don't feel like a big ole ball of discontent, either. Which begs the question of just what do I feel? Or even do I feel at all?
That is a rather distressing thought to have, friends and neighbors. Lucky for me, I did have an answer. An immediate one, at that.
I feel authentic.
I have not a fucking clue in the world if I am happy or sad or depressed or content or bored or lonely or horny or nicotine deprived. But I do know that I feel like me. And that is worth it's weight in gold.
Cause I can fake it, peeps. And it looks great. Academy Award winning happiness. But there is no feeling on this planet more sickening than feeling alone while surrounded by people, or a fraud in your own skin. The hangover on that one is a nasty bitch.
The point is, be yourself. It's better to be yourself and maybe not have the picture perfect life, than it is to fake being someone you are not. A wiser woman than I am now once wrote the following take on humanity. Glad I didn't delete what she had to say. Sometimes the best bitchslap you can get or give, is to yourself. Thanks for the friendly reminder, Self.
"We humans need to learn to trust ourselves a bit more. We make choices in our lives not based on what we truly want or need, but rather on how we will look to others. And we completely miss out on the fact that we are busy trying to impress all the other fools of the world who are trying to impress us! Talk about your chain of fools.
The Ex told me I had an entitlement attitude. He went so far as to take Ayn Rand’s name in vain. It should go without saying that made me huffy. But now I think he might have been right. Fuck yes, I have an entitlement attitude. I am entitled live my life, not merely exist. I have the right to want to do what makes me happy. I have the right to do what I need to do to make me happy. It's my choice if I do these things, not his or anyone else for that matter. I have the right to love whomever I want, think whatever I want, and say whatever I want. I have the right to try new things. Success or failure is not the point. The simple act of trying is what counts.
If that makes me selfish, then sign me the hell up. I mean really. Look at what I just wrote. Is that really asking for something unreasonable? It seems like your basic human rights to be yourself. It sickening when you find yourself identifying with Tori Amos, but Silent All These Years just sums it up way too well. This was a change on a monumental scale for me. No longer could I stomach being 50 thousand different people to make my family happy or to try to live up to the image I thought they expected of me. The time had finally come for me to be me.
'Sometimes I hear my voice, and it's been years....Silent all these years.'
Oh yeah and let me tell you folks when I finally found my voice again I got loud! The mouthy, raunchy, outrageous side of my personality (well hell, to be honest that IS my personality) was front and center, thank you. And no I don't mean I went on a one-woman bitchtrip, I just stopped telling people what I thought they wanted to hear from me. Want to hear something interesting? NO ONE DROPPED DEAD OR BANISHED ME!
Quite the shocker."
Why yes, Bono, it appears I have.
What else could have driven me from my home back to my office at nearly 10pm? Other than 2 glasses of wine and the holiday season. Could it be the entire concept of thankfulness and my lack of enthusiasm for that this year? How bout the upcoming birthday of the Ex (bf variety) on Monday which drags him front and center in my mind? My lack of vacation? Lack of a cigarette? Lack of sex? The entire hamster on a wheel motif of my life?
I can't forget to mention stumbling upon my old online diaries written way back in 1999 and 2000. Got to love mothballed emails, eh? I seem to have spaced the fact that D (ex-bf variety) sent me those via email. These diaries encompass both pre and post marital break up. Pre is a month long look at the disintigration of a marriage and my confidence.
Honestly, reading that is rather odd. It is about some of the most painful times I have ever gone through, courtesy of the Ex Formerly Known As Husband. Yet, it's bitingly funny. Vain of me I know, but it is. I have this compulsive need to write for an audience and an even bigger compulsive need to be entertaining. The Ex BF read it and told me he felt awful for laughing out loud while reading it but he couldn't help it. It does include one hell of a funny blowjob story. Funny in hindsight of course. It was more mind blowing at the time it occurred. And not in an orgasmic kind of way.
This is why quitting smoking sucks so badly for me. It's my prop, dammit. My image as a sarcastic east coast naughty librarian is completely shot to fucking hell without it. I swear because of this, I am gonna be wearing black the remainder of my life.
The post break up version is quite different and it seems to be what my mind is stuck on tonight. Enough to make me literally run out of my house in search of an open Starbucks and a computer. Story of my life, running to stand still. (Yes, there is a U2 lyric for every fucking thing in my life. Deal with it.)
I seemed ridiculously happy in the post break-up 2000 version. Why wouldn't I have been? I was in a good place there. Not financially, oh hell no. Not with the Ex (husband variety) that is for damn sure. He was still hacking my computer around then. But reading it, man, I was really happy to finally just be me. It was like being seen and heard for the first time in my life.
Oh don't get me wrong, I was pretty smug regarding the other Ex (bf variety) about that time. It was written on his computer while I was in Atlanta, so go figure. Oh and he had a job then. Let's just leave it at that. We all know I am not over that break up and probably never will be.
So that has me thinking. Am I happy? You know what? I don't really know the answer to that question. I don't feel actively unhappy either. I am fairly certain I am not content, but at the same time, I don't feel like a big ole ball of discontent, either. Which begs the question of just what do I feel? Or even do I feel at all?
That is a rather distressing thought to have, friends and neighbors. Lucky for me, I did have an answer. An immediate one, at that.
I feel authentic.
I have not a fucking clue in the world if I am happy or sad or depressed or content or bored or lonely or horny or nicotine deprived. But I do know that I feel like me. And that is worth it's weight in gold.
Cause I can fake it, peeps. And it looks great. Academy Award winning happiness. But there is no feeling on this planet more sickening than feeling alone while surrounded by people, or a fraud in your own skin. The hangover on that one is a nasty bitch.
The point is, be yourself. It's better to be yourself and maybe not have the picture perfect life, than it is to fake being someone you are not. A wiser woman than I am now once wrote the following take on humanity. Glad I didn't delete what she had to say. Sometimes the best bitchslap you can get or give, is to yourself. Thanks for the friendly reminder, Self.
"We humans need to learn to trust ourselves a bit more. We make choices in our lives not based on what we truly want or need, but rather on how we will look to others. And we completely miss out on the fact that we are busy trying to impress all the other fools of the world who are trying to impress us! Talk about your chain of fools.
The Ex told me I had an entitlement attitude. He went so far as to take Ayn Rand’s name in vain. It should go without saying that made me huffy. But now I think he might have been right. Fuck yes, I have an entitlement attitude. I am entitled live my life, not merely exist. I have the right to want to do what makes me happy. I have the right to do what I need to do to make me happy. It's my choice if I do these things, not his or anyone else for that matter. I have the right to love whomever I want, think whatever I want, and say whatever I want. I have the right to try new things. Success or failure is not the point. The simple act of trying is what counts.
If that makes me selfish, then sign me the hell up. I mean really. Look at what I just wrote. Is that really asking for something unreasonable? It seems like your basic human rights to be yourself. It sickening when you find yourself identifying with Tori Amos, but Silent All These Years just sums it up way too well. This was a change on a monumental scale for me. No longer could I stomach being 50 thousand different people to make my family happy or to try to live up to the image I thought they expected of me. The time had finally come for me to be me.
'Sometimes I hear my voice, and it's been years....Silent all these years.'
Oh yeah and let me tell you folks when I finally found my voice again I got loud! The mouthy, raunchy, outrageous side of my personality (well hell, to be honest that IS my personality) was front and center, thank you. And no I don't mean I went on a one-woman bitchtrip, I just stopped telling people what I thought they wanted to hear from me. Want to hear something interesting? NO ONE DROPPED DEAD OR BANISHED ME!
Quite the shocker."
I Talk Super Smart
My kid is gonna smack me for that title. She told me that in just those terms one night when she was a wee bit tired. I swear, Kidlet! I am not teasing you, it just worked for this test result, mmk?!?!
And I am SO NOT AN ERUD! Get real! It's High Elf all the way people.
My ex (husband variety) was an erud. I was always an elfy type. Wood, High, Half or Dark. Pointy ears rule, People.
And I am SO NOT AN ERUD! Get real! It's High Elf all the way people.
My ex (husband variety) was an erud. I was always an elfy type. Wood, High, Half or Dark. Pointy ears rule, People.
| Your Vocabulary Score: A+ |
 Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person. |
Weirdness Is As Weirdness Does
Thanks to Parlancheq for giving me something to talk about. Or post about. Or cut and paste about. Whatever.
This one was a no brainer. Um, like duh. I am an Aquarian. I loved the question asking if you had ever been called "smart" and "crazy."
| Your Hair Should Be Orange |
 Expressive, deep, and one of a kind. You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices. |
This one was a no brainer. Um, like duh. I am an Aquarian. I loved the question asking if you had ever been called "smart" and "crazy."
| You are 100% Aquarius |
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Cause Time Goes By Like Hurricanes
I think I have recovered from my food coma. Maybe. I still feel kinda spaced out today. Damn that L-tryptophan!
Kidlet's dad got her around 3ish and they headed to the beach for the evening with his GF's family. Didn't stop him from woofing down a slice of mom's pumpkin pie though. Away from the windows of course. Can't be seen doing that!
Dinner was stellar as usual. And Mamasan took pity on me and finally made me a pecan pie. I love pecan pie. No scratch that, I worship at the alter of pecan pie. Pecan and cherry pretty much take care of my pie needs.
Mom is flying out to Utah again today. My great aunt Alice died earlier this week. I am wondering who is next. Uncle George died last month. These things go in threes. Poor Gramps probably hopes it is him. I think he is still pissed off he didn't kick the bucket last year with the GI bleed. He is annoyed he has lived as long as he has after Grams died. I think he feels it is ungentlemanly.
So far Maui still looks like May. And what with the cash I am saving not smoking I should have spending money! If you figure a pack at day at 4.90 that is around $1788 a year. I can buy a lot of shaved ice with that.
At work of course. I should have some help later today. I just want to catch this shit up before I get truly slammed again in January. 35 mins per group with approx 250 groups a month and you get the picture. That works out to a bit over 18 standard 8 hour days. There are only 22 week days in Nov :P
I am in a hard core Blues Traveler mood today. However it looks like people other than Moi are starting to come in to the office. Bleh :P
I think I need to hit Starbucks again for a fast refil and bagel moment and then get on to editting this crap.
Kidlet's dad got her around 3ish and they headed to the beach for the evening with his GF's family. Didn't stop him from woofing down a slice of mom's pumpkin pie though. Away from the windows of course. Can't be seen doing that!
Dinner was stellar as usual. And Mamasan took pity on me and finally made me a pecan pie. I love pecan pie. No scratch that, I worship at the alter of pecan pie. Pecan and cherry pretty much take care of my pie needs.
Mom is flying out to Utah again today. My great aunt Alice died earlier this week. I am wondering who is next. Uncle George died last month. These things go in threes. Poor Gramps probably hopes it is him. I think he is still pissed off he didn't kick the bucket last year with the GI bleed. He is annoyed he has lived as long as he has after Grams died. I think he feels it is ungentlemanly.
So far Maui still looks like May. And what with the cash I am saving not smoking I should have spending money! If you figure a pack at day at 4.90 that is around $1788 a year. I can buy a lot of shaved ice with that.
At work of course. I should have some help later today. I just want to catch this shit up before I get truly slammed again in January. 35 mins per group with approx 250 groups a month and you get the picture. That works out to a bit over 18 standard 8 hour days. There are only 22 week days in Nov :P
I am in a hard core Blues Traveler mood today. However it looks like people other than Moi are starting to come in to the office. Bleh :P
I think I need to hit Starbucks again for a fast refil and bagel moment and then get on to editting this crap.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
I Don't Know How To Read But I Got A Lot Of Toys
Kidlet is at the Ex's. He was actually waiting for us yesterday when we got home from her school. And I didn't ram his foo foo car with mine! I am very proud of myself for that.
I am still picking kidlet up today because he is apparently going to work. Why bother for one day is what I am wondering. No biggie, I like the fact that I see her every single day other than every other Sunday. We get to chat and I can stay on top of her school work that way. Handy.
It is the day before Thanksgiving and I am in a seriously snarky mood. Maybe because of all the baby daddy drama, I dunno. Either way I am just not feeling it. Which is pathetic since I have a ton to be thankful for. I am just not feeling the congregation mood or the "love the one your with" vibe this year.
Gobble Gobble.
It just seems fairly vacant some how. That is probably due to my general dissatisfaction with my job and life. Legal documents are necessary, sure, but not very uplifting.
Heck I even had to fight for my right to stay on our Charity Auction Committee. The boss was not feeling our catholic mission to help the poor and needy by letting her tech participate to a large degree. I pretty much had to lay out on the line that I do enough work work around here and I need a break from the cut and dry paperwork. I think I had that glint in my eye or something. She even added it to my career goals for next year. Heh :P
I am still picking kidlet up today because he is apparently going to work. Why bother for one day is what I am wondering. No biggie, I like the fact that I see her every single day other than every other Sunday. We get to chat and I can stay on top of her school work that way. Handy.
It is the day before Thanksgiving and I am in a seriously snarky mood. Maybe because of all the baby daddy drama, I dunno. Either way I am just not feeling it. Which is pathetic since I have a ton to be thankful for. I am just not feeling the congregation mood or the "love the one your with" vibe this year.
Gobble Gobble.
It just seems fairly vacant some how. That is probably due to my general dissatisfaction with my job and life. Legal documents are necessary, sure, but not very uplifting.
Heck I even had to fight for my right to stay on our Charity Auction Committee. The boss was not feeling our catholic mission to help the poor and needy by letting her tech participate to a large degree. I pretty much had to lay out on the line that I do enough work work around here and I need a break from the cut and dry paperwork. I think I had that glint in my eye or something. She even added it to my career goals for next year. Heh :P
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Am I A Bad Person
If this headline, "Crews clean up a sticky situation after a semitruck carrying whipped cream topples over on Interstate 5" spins my thoughts right into the gutter?
All The People So Many People
Lost and found ex is found. He was apparently too tired to call. And his blackberry thingie is broken. And he forgot my office number. And apparently his girlfriend's phone didn't work. Oh and Kidlet's phone that is over at his house didn't work. And my emails that he was able to read on his laptop were unanswerable. Oh and they didn't have my office number on them, even though every single frickin other email I send has my signature and phone number.
You get the point. Whole lotta excuses. Poor kidlet. What is worse, worry your dad is hurt or missing or finding out he just kinda blew you off. To go to a movie. We finally got a hold of him around 6. Mmmk.
THIS is why we are no longer co-habitating, kthx.
It does no good to get pissed either. He lives in his own world and I am sure has any number of reasons why we are over reacting, possibly even mentally ill in our need for communication and attention. That last bit, in case you are wondering, is a oldie but goodie he used to toss at me when I wanted him to log off his damn computer and actually spend time with me. Mentally unstable person that I am :P
Enough about him. Meh.
SO....Eval. It went fine. I got the low end of what I thought I would get, mostly because I had more than 6 personal ill days. Yes 6. In a year. And that is for things like the Air Conditioner dude not showing up as well as my flu. So I got a 3% rather than a 3.5% raise. Big whoop. I think that works out to a whopping 120 bucks a YEAR less after taxes. The hardest part was the freaky mental image of Gwar and chickens and sex I was talking about yesterday.Ended up be the only amusing part of my day.
On a side note I am THRILLED to see that Rupert Murdoch has called off that entire OJ debacle. Our local station had already announced it would not air the interview which makes me even more happy that I took the time to email them and threaten a boycott!
You get the point. Whole lotta excuses. Poor kidlet. What is worse, worry your dad is hurt or missing or finding out he just kinda blew you off. To go to a movie. We finally got a hold of him around 6. Mmmk.
THIS is why we are no longer co-habitating, kthx.
It does no good to get pissed either. He lives in his own world and I am sure has any number of reasons why we are over reacting, possibly even mentally ill in our need for communication and attention. That last bit, in case you are wondering, is a oldie but goodie he used to toss at me when I wanted him to log off his damn computer and actually spend time with me. Mentally unstable person that I am :P
Enough about him. Meh.
SO....Eval. It went fine. I got the low end of what I thought I would get, mostly because I had more than 6 personal ill days. Yes 6. In a year. And that is for things like the Air Conditioner dude not showing up as well as my flu. So I got a 3% rather than a 3.5% raise. Big whoop. I think that works out to a whopping 120 bucks a YEAR less after taxes. The hardest part was the freaky mental image of Gwar and chickens and sex I was talking about yesterday.Ended up be the only amusing part of my day.
On a side note I am THRILLED to see that Rupert Murdoch has called off that entire OJ debacle. Our local station had already announced it would not air the interview which makes me even more happy that I took the time to email them and threaten a boycott!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Ever Lost An Ex?
Kidlet's dad (Ex, husband variety) appears to have vanished. He was in Spain on business from the 8th -18th. Last he called and talked to Kidlet was Sunday the 12th. Now not hearing from him while he is out of town and many hours time difference away is not all that unusual. But not hearing from him at all the day he was supposed to fly home is. Or the day after he was supposed to be home. Or today.
He is not answering his phone (again, this is not a biggie) and he is not answering text messages. So if he does not surface by tonight, I suppose we go over there and bang on the door. His girlfriend is not answering HER phone either. If she went postal and did anything to the kidlet's dad, I am so going to have to put the smackdown on her ass. If he is just flaking out, well then, he is going to have some explaining to do, cause kidlet is seriously upset.
On a lighter note, I am on my way to part 2 of my review. Unfortunately, Belle has this seriously deranged post up over at her site and the mental images it has induced are scarring me. Therefore I must inflict it on you. Go check her out!
He is not answering his phone (again, this is not a biggie) and he is not answering text messages. So if he does not surface by tonight, I suppose we go over there and bang on the door. His girlfriend is not answering HER phone either. If she went postal and did anything to the kidlet's dad, I am so going to have to put the smackdown on her ass. If he is just flaking out, well then, he is going to have some explaining to do, cause kidlet is seriously upset.
On a lighter note, I am on my way to part 2 of my review. Unfortunately, Belle has this seriously deranged post up over at her site and the mental images it has induced are scarring me. Therefore I must inflict it on you. Go check her out!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Wasted, Sacrifice For A New Nirvana,
Yawn.
At the office with the Kidletkins. We played around with her blog and redid the look ala the new beta. Not sure if it is kosher for us to be in here. They have this huge boom crane out there putting a new heating system on the roof. Big woot for that, our heating systems sucks hard.
So my eval was yesterday. Well part 1 of it was. She was running late and wanted to sit down and go over my self eval form and talk about what to add to each of the areas. So I don't know what I will get for a raise until Monday but past experience says no less that 3.3% and no more than 3.5% will be the range. Livin large, peeps!
Kiddo and I may bail and go hang out for a read over at the Buck of Starr. But the good Starbucks, not the one staffed by mouth breathing idiots over by our house.
Think fast I am digressing. What the fuck makes any business think that 48 hours is going to magically change your mind on doing business with them? I cancelled my subscription to the Oregonian on Thursday (there is the 48 hour part) because I never read the damn paper on the weekend ever, and I don't smoke anymore so the weekday break with the paper is out. And I felt badly for killing trees.
So I called and cancelled. They asked if I was interested in doing the Sunday only and I told them no, that was the one I was least likely to read.
Fastforward to today. I get this call from...The Oregonian. I was told that I was one of their most "loyal" customers (I had subscribed for a whopping 8 months) and what did they do to lose me?
Jeez. Aside from the fact that I don't read it...could your hard sale stalkeresque calls have anything to do with it??!?!?!
Pausing now for java break. Damn Newspaper.
At the office with the Kidletkins. We played around with her blog and redid the look ala the new beta. Not sure if it is kosher for us to be in here. They have this huge boom crane out there putting a new heating system on the roof. Big woot for that, our heating systems sucks hard.
So my eval was yesterday. Well part 1 of it was. She was running late and wanted to sit down and go over my self eval form and talk about what to add to each of the areas. So I don't know what I will get for a raise until Monday but past experience says no less that 3.3% and no more than 3.5% will be the range. Livin large, peeps!
Kiddo and I may bail and go hang out for a read over at the Buck of Starr. But the good Starbucks, not the one staffed by mouth breathing idiots over by our house.
Think fast I am digressing. What the fuck makes any business think that 48 hours is going to magically change your mind on doing business with them? I cancelled my subscription to the Oregonian on Thursday (there is the 48 hour part) because I never read the damn paper on the weekend ever, and I don't smoke anymore so the weekday break with the paper is out. And I felt badly for killing trees.
So I called and cancelled. They asked if I was interested in doing the Sunday only and I told them no, that was the one I was least likely to read.
Fastforward to today. I get this call from...The Oregonian. I was told that I was one of their most "loyal" customers (I had subscribed for a whopping 8 months) and what did they do to lose me?
Jeez. Aside from the fact that I don't read it...could your hard sale stalkeresque calls have anything to do with it??!?!?!
Pausing now for java break. Damn Newspaper.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Beat On The Brat With A Baseball Bat
Ok peoples. Pray for me. I have my employee review today. And I am at the end of my rope with the delays, the lack of communication, the petty gate keeping, the broken (still!!) computer systems, etc etc etc.
Probably not a great frame of mind for me to be in heading into this. Would telling your boss you think the current situation and management's responces to it are fuxored be a bad thing? Ya think?
Lord help me to maintain my cool.
Probably not a great frame of mind for me to be in heading into this. Would telling your boss you think the current situation and management's responces to it are fuxored be a bad thing? Ya think?
Lord help me to maintain my cool.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Elder? How Bout Eldritch
Big Shocker here folks! And thanks to Belle for posting her results first!
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Thursday Thirteen - "You Just Put Your Lips Together And Blow"
My very first Thursday Thirteen! Here is a tidbit of info on me. I can not whistle. Oh I can make a noise kinda like a bird being strangled. But carry a tune? Not on your life. And it makes me so mad! I long to whistle. Long, loud, gloriously....like the folks in these 13 songs that feature whistling in them.
1. "Don't Worry Be Happy" - Bobby McFerrin
2. "Patience" - Guns N Roses
3. "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard" - Paul Simon
4. "Dock of the Bay" - Otis Redding
5. "Walk Like An Egyptian" - The Bangles
6. "Winds of Change" - Scorpions
7. "Centerfold" - J. Geils Band
8. "Golden Years" - David Bowie
9. "Jungle Love" - Steve Miller Band
10. "The Stranger" - Billy Joel
11. "Generals and Majors" - XTC
12. "Every Morning" - Sugar Ray
13. "Blackbird" - The Beatles
1. "Don't Worry Be Happy" - Bobby McFerrin
2. "Patience" - Guns N Roses
3. "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard" - Paul Simon
4. "Dock of the Bay" - Otis Redding
5. "Walk Like An Egyptian" - The Bangles
6. "Winds of Change" - Scorpions
7. "Centerfold" - J. Geils Band
8. "Golden Years" - David Bowie
9. "Jungle Love" - Steve Miller Band
10. "The Stranger" - Billy Joel
11. "Generals and Majors" - XTC
12. "Every Morning" - Sugar Ray
13. "Blackbird" - The Beatles
For Non Blondes
Ok first off, I know that the band is really 4 Non Blondes. But seeing as this is a blonde joke, it is "for" non blondes. Get it? Funny, ain't I?
I got this as an email from a coworker and something about it just tickled me. Perhaps because I am in such a grumpy mood today. So without further ado, I present to you,
"PREGNANT TURKEY STORY."
One year, at Thanksgiving, my Mom went to my sister's house for the
traditional feast. Knowing the gullibility of my sister, my Mom decided
to play a little trick on her. She asked my sister to pick up something
needed from the store.
When my sister left, my Mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed
the stuffing, and inserted a Cornish game hen into the turkey, and
re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on Mom's face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her
that turkeys lay eggs! Yep..................SHE'S BLONDE!
I got this as an email from a coworker and something about it just tickled me. Perhaps because I am in such a grumpy mood today. So without further ado, I present to you,
"PREGNANT TURKEY STORY."
One year, at Thanksgiving, my Mom went to my sister's house for the
traditional feast. Knowing the gullibility of my sister, my Mom decided
to play a little trick on her. She asked my sister to pick up something
needed from the store.
When my sister left, my Mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed
the stuffing, and inserted a Cornish game hen into the turkey, and
re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on Mom's face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her
that turkeys lay eggs! Yep..................SHE'S BLONDE!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Black Holes And Revelations
How did it get to be November? Somebody please explain to me where the summer, hell spring too, went? How did it come to this? 2 weeks and 3 days till Kidlet B Day!
Do I have a cake? Do I have presents? Do I have a plan? Hell to the no.
It could be worse. Kidlet wants a family birthday this year, no party with other kids. However it is her dad's year to have her and what with that and Thanksgiving, we have a great deal of shuffling on the horizon. Last year was not so bad. Her dad actually had Thanksgiving with us at my parents house. Talk about civilized :P He usually spends the later afternoon/evening with his sisters family. My kidlet adores her little twin cousins.
This year we have issues though. Specifically his GF has issues. She didn't seem too thrilled with our Halloween tradition of all having dinner and then trick or treating in the GrandParentals hood. And apparently she is not wild about the ex's sister either. Add to this, her kids have pretty much moved in with their dad full time (even though she has custody) and the whole damn things just gets murky. I so do not envy the ex having to deal with that. Kidlet is hoping we can do an early snack dinner at my parents, and then head to her Aunt A's Thanksgiving evening.
The chances of Birthday at the Grandparents going over with her is pretty low as well. One more hurdle to jump in my diplomatic future.
I am planning on taking a half day on the Friday before her birthday. School is out early that day (AND there is no school the following Monday. How lucky is she?!) and my plan is to get her, head out shopping for Bday fun and then go blow the $100 gift certificate I have for Pazzo restaurant. That should be fun!
Do I have a cake? Do I have presents? Do I have a plan? Hell to the no.
It could be worse. Kidlet wants a family birthday this year, no party with other kids. However it is her dad's year to have her and what with that and Thanksgiving, we have a great deal of shuffling on the horizon. Last year was not so bad. Her dad actually had Thanksgiving with us at my parents house. Talk about civilized :P He usually spends the later afternoon/evening with his sisters family. My kidlet adores her little twin cousins.
This year we have issues though. Specifically his GF has issues. She didn't seem too thrilled with our Halloween tradition of all having dinner and then trick or treating in the GrandParentals hood. And apparently she is not wild about the ex's sister either. Add to this, her kids have pretty much moved in with their dad full time (even though she has custody) and the whole damn things just gets murky. I so do not envy the ex having to deal with that. Kidlet is hoping we can do an early snack dinner at my parents, and then head to her Aunt A's Thanksgiving evening.
The chances of Birthday at the Grandparents going over with her is pretty low as well. One more hurdle to jump in my diplomatic future.
I am planning on taking a half day on the Friday before her birthday. School is out early that day (AND there is no school the following Monday. How lucky is she?!) and my plan is to get her, head out shopping for Bday fun and then go blow the $100 gift certificate I have for Pazzo restaurant. That should be fun!
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