What a busy few months it's been, boys and girls. So much has been going on since my last entry. Given my state of my mind during that week, The Man and I decided we'd try to head to NY so I could spend my birthday with family. Everything fell into place beautifully - the vet had room so we could board Buster and Lucy for the long weekend. The Man's eye was healing well (he had a little more surgery on 8/30), and we had both already scheduled 8/30 and 8/31 off, so we didn't have to worry about missing work. It was so nice to be home, surrounded by family. I really needed it this year.
School has been taking up a majority of my free time. And when I'm not working, or working on school stuff, I'm demonstrating stamping workshops. And I've demo'd only 2 workshops since my last blogging (will try to find some time this weekend to post pics of what we've made). And the really sad part? I'm taking only one course right now. Basic Math. Yeah. I suck so hard at math that I'm struggling through the basic stuff. And I'm taking algebra next term! Yee-haw! May as well get it out of the way so I don't have it hanging over my head for the next two years. Thank God The Man has been helping me when I need it. Which is pretty much all the time. In college he majored in math (and how's this for a math mind - he can look over a Rubik's cube, then put it behind his back and solve it - and that's just sick), and he has the ability to help me work through a problem without giving me the answer, and without making me feel like an idiot, though I know I am. He'd be an awesome teacher. My course advisor tried to talk me into taking two courses next term, and The Man said, "You're struggling with basic math now, have already signed up for algebra next term, which is more difficult, the holidays are coming and you're going to take a second course?" He didn't verbally end the sentence with "Are you out of your mind?" but it was written all over his face. So I emailed my advisor and the registrar and said thanks but no thanks, one course is sufficient for next term.
In other news...
File this one under "That ain't right." It's Tuesday, October 23. It's 11:15 pm. It's 72 degrees outside - and I'd convert that to Celsius for ya, but there's a leak in my brain - the air conditioner is on and it's still so warm in here that my fingers are swollen. How's that for "This sucks ass!"? I shouldn't complain. Every day of warmth is one less day to worry about snow and how people around here lack the skills to drive in it.
The woman at work who's daughter was killed and granddaughters were shot in the head? Both granddaughters are out of their comas, are gaining strength and can get around with walkers! They've still got a long way to go, though. Last I knew (a few weeks ago) neither of them was able to speak yet. But they're both alive, responding, walking, and that is just nothing short of a miracle.
The Man and I went to Game 2 of the ALCS, a week ago last Saturday. Which the Red Sox lost. In the 11th inning. Around 1:30 AM. We weren't able to get tickets to any regular season games, and the Friday morning before Game 2 he called me at work and said, "I've got a crazy thought..." We agreed it'd be best to stay in town, so we got a room at a really nice hotel (I try to not think about how much it cost to stay there for just the one night), drove there, then took the Green Line over to Fenway and then after the game took a taxi back to the hotel. It was so nice after the game knowing we wouldn't have to fight the crowds on the Green Line, or with traffic trying to head out of town. What a warm and fuzzy feeling it was when we got into that taxi, knowing that within 15 minutes we'd be snug as bugs and sound asleep. Even though the Sox lost that game, we're so glad we went. Neither of us had ever been to a playoff game, and it was quite an experience. The crowd was so alive, and very well behaved that night, and seemed to behave throughout the entire series. The game we attended, there was no beer was spilled on us. We didn't hear a lot of swearing. Well, until we were walking down Lansdowne Street after they put Gagne in to pitch the 11th. But the words we heard aren't suitable for printing here. The closest we'd been to a playoff/World Series game was in 2004 when we took the tour of Fenway on the first day of the World Series. I kid you not, it felt like there was electricity in the air. It was incredible. I'll never forget the feeling. We briefly considered trying to get World Series tickets this year, but the home games are on weeknights, and with our schedules, it'd just be insane. So we'll suffer with the rest of the nation (Red Sox and otherwise!) through the ramblings and idiocy that spew from the mouth of Tim McCarver. I'm so throwing a party when FOX stops signing him to cover baseball.
The weekend before The Man and I went to the game, my Haggis buddies and I went to 4 fabulous Enter the Haggis shows in 2 short nights. I so needed that break. I'm glad The Man and Zee continued to encourage me to go, even though the weight of the world that's been on me was telling me otherwise. Wish we could have weekends like that, say, every other month. Good friends, good food, good booze, good music. Doesn't get much better than that. :-)
Well, it's getting late, my mind is mush thanks to the splendor of mathematics, and I've got another long, annoying day ahead of me at work tomorrow. So, toodles for now. Hope everyone is well. And hope I can find some more free time to keep up with bloggings. Because, really, what I've written here is only the tip of the iceberg.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
It's tomorrow, today
Not sure where to even begin to tell you about all the things about this week that have made it a rough one, but I'm going to try, because I need to get it out of my system.
Monday was already a bad week. And it was only the first day of the week, so that's gotta tell you something.
This particular frame of time has been tough for me for quite some time now. On August 22, 1992, 9 days before my 22nd birthday, my sweetheart, angel of a cat Grace passed away. She left in typical cat fashion - went around and said her goodbyes to everyone, then walked on up into the woods, never to be seen again. Only at the time, we didn't know she was saying goodbye.
Fast forward several years, to the first birthday without my Aunt B. Her birthday was August 27, only 4 days before mine. It was always neat, having our birthdays so close together. She was like my 2nd Mom. She was always a good ear when I was upset with my mother (she and my mother were sisters), and always had a way of showing me my mother's point of view without making me feel like an idiot. And sometimes when she felt Mom and Dad were being a little too strict, she'd talk to Mom about it, and it always went smoothly. She was an awesome woman, and I still miss her every single day.
Then there was last year. On August 11, the CFO where I work died of heart failure. He had turned 49 only weeks before. It was a shock to the entire bank. He was, without a doubt, one of the top 3 best people to work for there. Very approachable, very likable, laid back. An overall good guy. The floor I work on was so eerily quiet in the weeks following his death I almost couldn't stand it. For months I'd always stop short when I walked by his office.
And then, on August 28 of last year, Babs passed away, very unexpectedly. 3 days before my birthday. I was devastated. I still struggle with it. I questioned God on why he kept taking my babies away from me just before my birthday. I still don't have an answer. Maybe I'm not ready for it. Maybe I won't know until I'm in heaven. And I can't tell you how many times I've begged Him to let me keep my Buster for at least another 10 years, and to please not take him from me near my birthday. Lucy, either.
And here we are, present day. Only let's go back to Monday, August 27. I was already down, had already been teary eyed and very emotional for a majority of the weekend, and then here it was again. August 27. Aunt B's birthday, and only a day to the year since Babs passed away. I was still very emotional and trying very hard not to be. Around 11:30 that morning, we find out that a daughter and possibly 2 granddaughters of a woman we work with might have been killed by the hand of another. My heart immediately went into my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. Details were sketchy, nobody really knew what was going on, only that the daughter that lives with her came to pick her up to to go her other daughter's house. At first, it was assumed all 3 of them were dead. News reports, as is true of many, gave out many details that hadn't yet been confirmed by police, or family, but they went ahead and made their reports anyway. We finally learn for a fact that her daughter is dead. Shot in the head. Their dog was dead. Also shot. But the 2 granddaughters that were in the house at the time were still alive, but had also been shot in the head. As I write, they're both still in critical condition. Miraculously, during the night Tuesday one of them opened her eyes and wiggled her toes, so there is a shred of hope. The other, as far as I know, is still in a coma. Their grandmother, the woman I work with, is holding herself together remarkably well. I credit that to an enormous amount of prayer support, family support and community support (in that order). And if anyone who reads this feels inclined to add their prayers and good thoughts as well, please feel free to do so. I know they will be appreciated.
So my emotional birthday week just keeps getting more and more emotional each year, it seems. I feel guilty celebrating. I feel guilty if I don't go to the wake tomorrow. I have a hard enough time being happy on my birthday as it is. Is it selfish to not go to the wake because I can't deal with any more birthday heartbreak?
And can I have one year, just one stinking lousy birthday, without some sort of heartache surrounding it?
Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that question, either.
I will try to have a happy day tomorrow, for my own sake, and for that of my parents, who are happy that I am their daughter. And I am happy and blessed that they are my parents.
Monday was already a bad week. And it was only the first day of the week, so that's gotta tell you something.
This particular frame of time has been tough for me for quite some time now. On August 22, 1992, 9 days before my 22nd birthday, my sweetheart, angel of a cat Grace passed away. She left in typical cat fashion - went around and said her goodbyes to everyone, then walked on up into the woods, never to be seen again. Only at the time, we didn't know she was saying goodbye.
Fast forward several years, to the first birthday without my Aunt B. Her birthday was August 27, only 4 days before mine. It was always neat, having our birthdays so close together. She was like my 2nd Mom. She was always a good ear when I was upset with my mother (she and my mother were sisters), and always had a way of showing me my mother's point of view without making me feel like an idiot. And sometimes when she felt Mom and Dad were being a little too strict, she'd talk to Mom about it, and it always went smoothly. She was an awesome woman, and I still miss her every single day.
Then there was last year. On August 11, the CFO where I work died of heart failure. He had turned 49 only weeks before. It was a shock to the entire bank. He was, without a doubt, one of the top 3 best people to work for there. Very approachable, very likable, laid back. An overall good guy. The floor I work on was so eerily quiet in the weeks following his death I almost couldn't stand it. For months I'd always stop short when I walked by his office.
And then, on August 28 of last year, Babs passed away, very unexpectedly. 3 days before my birthday. I was devastated. I still struggle with it. I questioned God on why he kept taking my babies away from me just before my birthday. I still don't have an answer. Maybe I'm not ready for it. Maybe I won't know until I'm in heaven. And I can't tell you how many times I've begged Him to let me keep my Buster for at least another 10 years, and to please not take him from me near my birthday. Lucy, either.
And here we are, present day. Only let's go back to Monday, August 27. I was already down, had already been teary eyed and very emotional for a majority of the weekend, and then here it was again. August 27. Aunt B's birthday, and only a day to the year since Babs passed away. I was still very emotional and trying very hard not to be. Around 11:30 that morning, we find out that a daughter and possibly 2 granddaughters of a woman we work with might have been killed by the hand of another. My heart immediately went into my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. Details were sketchy, nobody really knew what was going on, only that the daughter that lives with her came to pick her up to to go her other daughter's house. At first, it was assumed all 3 of them were dead. News reports, as is true of many, gave out many details that hadn't yet been confirmed by police, or family, but they went ahead and made their reports anyway. We finally learn for a fact that her daughter is dead. Shot in the head. Their dog was dead. Also shot. But the 2 granddaughters that were in the house at the time were still alive, but had also been shot in the head. As I write, they're both still in critical condition. Miraculously, during the night Tuesday one of them opened her eyes and wiggled her toes, so there is a shred of hope. The other, as far as I know, is still in a coma. Their grandmother, the woman I work with, is holding herself together remarkably well. I credit that to an enormous amount of prayer support, family support and community support (in that order). And if anyone who reads this feels inclined to add their prayers and good thoughts as well, please feel free to do so. I know they will be appreciated.
So my emotional birthday week just keeps getting more and more emotional each year, it seems. I feel guilty celebrating. I feel guilty if I don't go to the wake tomorrow. I have a hard enough time being happy on my birthday as it is. Is it selfish to not go to the wake because I can't deal with any more birthday heartbreak?
And can I have one year, just one stinking lousy birthday, without some sort of heartache surrounding it?
Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that question, either.
I will try to have a happy day tomorrow, for my own sake, and for that of my parents, who are happy that I am their daughter. And I am happy and blessed that they are my parents.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Amen, sister!
So much to write about, and I will. Tomorrow. No, really!
In the meantime, please enjoy the following video from a girl after my own heart. I give you Miss Platnum.
In the meantime, please enjoy the following video from a girl after my own heart. I give you Miss Platnum.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
SPOON!
The Man allowed me one early birthday present last night, since he had the box shipped to my office and I had to stare at it all day yesterday. He can be a brat, but he always redeems himself. He allowed me to open this:
Surprised I didn't squeal like a schoolgirl!
Da dweeeee da da da dweee dow!
Surprised I didn't squeal like a schoolgirl!
Da dweeeee da da da dweee dow!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Tag, I'm it!
I've been tagged by Valerie, and must say this is pretty darn cool. Coming up with derogatory words for myself that correspond with the letters of my middle name. This is my kinda game!
Here are the rules:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
G - is for Grande. Which I am. A grande, food loving girl.
A - is for Ass. Stupid Ass. Dumb Ass. Lazy Ass. Smart Ass. Wise Ass. I am all of these Asses, wrapped into one big giant Ass. (Zee, I can hear you! "RELAX YOUR ASS!")
I - is for Intuitive. Don't know how to explain it. Many times I know what a person is like just by looking at them. I sense, well, not necessarily dead people, but, things that are supernatural.
L - is for Loath. I'm very stuck in my ways.
Okay, so only the first two letters were derogatory. I gotta be nice to myself at least half the time, right? Right?! Half! Get it?!
And now, it's my turn to tag! Even though they don't have blogs, I'm going to tag:
Zee
Jane
Jennifer
Katherine
Here are the rules:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
G - is for Grande. Which I am. A grande, food loving girl.
A - is for Ass. Stupid Ass. Dumb Ass. Lazy Ass. Smart Ass. Wise Ass. I am all of these Asses, wrapped into one big giant Ass. (Zee, I can hear you! "RELAX YOUR ASS!")
I - is for Intuitive. Don't know how to explain it. Many times I know what a person is like just by looking at them. I sense, well, not necessarily dead people, but, things that are supernatural.
L - is for Loath. I'm very stuck in my ways.
Okay, so only the first two letters were derogatory. I gotta be nice to myself at least half the time, right? Right?! Half! Get it?!
And now, it's my turn to tag! Even though they don't have blogs, I'm going to tag:
Zee
Jane
Jennifer
Katherine
I iz kollidge stoodint!
I did it. I signed up at a 2-year business college to get my A.S. (add another S, I dare ya) in Business Administration with a concentration in Management. Still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, but this is a start. Only wish I'd done this, oh, 20 years ago?!
The Man took me to a late lunch/early supper on Sunday to celebrate. We went to the Outback, watched the Red Sox game (freakin' Eric Gagne...), ate some Bloomin' Onion, had me some baby back ribs, and between the two of us, we almost finished the humungo slice of chocolate tower cake, or whatever the heck it's called. If you've been to the Outback and ordered it, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's insanely good. And rich. Needless to say, we walked out of there ready to burst at the seams, happily carrying home our doggie bag with more than enough left over for dinner Monday night.
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Heard the news today about Phil Rizzuto. I remembered this photo we took (below) in September 2005 when we made a trek to the Baseball Hall of Fame to see the Red Sox 2004 World Series exhibit. We both about died laughing when we came upon this "Holy Cow!" in one of the hallways.
Rest in peace, Phil.
The Man took me to a late lunch/early supper on Sunday to celebrate. We went to the Outback, watched the Red Sox game (freakin' Eric Gagne...), ate some Bloomin' Onion, had me some baby back ribs, and between the two of us, we almost finished the humungo slice of chocolate tower cake, or whatever the heck it's called. If you've been to the Outback and ordered it, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's insanely good. And rich. Needless to say, we walked out of there ready to burst at the seams, happily carrying home our doggie bag with more than enough left over for dinner Monday night.
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Heard the news today about Phil Rizzuto. I remembered this photo we took (below) in September 2005 when we made a trek to the Baseball Hall of Fame to see the Red Sox 2004 World Series exhibit. We both about died laughing when we came upon this "Holy Cow!" in one of the hallways.
Rest in peace, Phil.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Why do I love these things??
And why do I take the time to fill them out when there are so many other constructive things I should be doing?
It's an illness, I'm tellin' ya.
Stole it from a friend, and some of her answers are so close to what I would say that I just left them!
When's the last time you ran?
Please. Fat girls don't run.
Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?
Only the ones that were too small.
What are you dreading right now?
Well, I dread work every day. Other than that, nothing at the moment, thank goodness.
Do you celebrate 420?
What?
Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?
Since I started using the CPAP machine, typically I do. What a difference.
If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days", what would ya'll do?
Sit on the couch watching TV or playing something on the X-Box.
Who last grabbed your ass?
The Man.
Have you ever been on your school's track team?
Again... FAT GIRLS DON'T RUN!
Do you own a pair of Converse?
No.
Did you copy and paste this survey?
Of course. I’m too lazy to think one up myself.
Do you eat raw cookie dough?
Mmm... raw cookie dough.
Have you ever kicked a vending machine?
I smacked that thing around like nobody’s business. I wanted my damn Doritos!
Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?
That’s what they’re in the business for. Isn’t it?
Do you watch Trading Spaces?
Used to. Hildi finally got on my last nerve and I just couldn’t watch anymore. I mean, hay on the walls? wtf is wrong with her??
How do you eat Oreos?
Dunk them in milk for 15-20 seconds, then pop the whole cookie in my mouth.
Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone?
Back in the day, yes. But now I live with him so I don’t have to do that anymore. :-)
Are you cocky?
Man who put hand in pocket... wait...
Could you live without a computer?
Probably.
Do you wear your shoes in the house?
Technically they’re sandals, but yes. And I wear clothes in the house too. Sometimes jewelry!
At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?
9 or 10. Mom and Dad sat me down to tell me there was no Easter bunny, and I said something like, “Right, and I suppose there’s no Santa, either?” I was shocked!! Truly, I was very shocked. *sigh*
How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?
3 house phones, 2 cell phones.
...and a partridge in a pear tree...
What do you do when you're sad?
Cry. And eat.
Who would you call first if you won the lottery?
Mom and Dad.
Last time you saw your best friend?
Two weeks ago last night. Hi Zee!!
Who or what sleeps with you?
The Man and the cats.
Are you in high school?
Happy to say I am not.
Is anyone on your bad side now?
Hmmm… sort of. Don’t know that I’d really say she’s on my bad side though. More like she’s on that really short list of people who annoy the living crap out of me every freaking day. I keep praying she'll quit.
What jewelry are you wearing?
Gold oval earrings, peridot necklace and ring, basket weave ring and a watch. Oh, and my braces. They’re shiny, so they’re bling, right?
What's the first thing you do when you get online?
Check email.
Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?
I’d be quite concerned if my anatomy was grey.
How do most people spell your name?
B… e… c… k… y…
Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?
Why? I’ve got plenty of my own.
Where do you work?
A bank. What’s it to ya?
What are you doing tomorrow?
Same thing I do every day, Pinky... But tomorrow evening - woohoo! - it's Doctor Who Friday!!!
Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson?
Don’t rightly care.
Favorite name for a girl?
Bertha
Favorite name for a boy?
Aloisius
Will you keep your last name when you get married?
Maybe.
When was the last time you left your house?
This morning.
Do you return your cart?
Always. And I always make sure to audibly bitch about the people who are too lazy to do so. Old people are the only ones I will excuse from putting the cart back, and will be more than happy to take care of it for them.
Do you have a dishwasher?
And thank goodness for it.
What noise do you hear?
The air conditioner chugging away in the living room. Some obnoxious children outside.
Would you survive in prison?
Yes. Yes I would.
Who is the youngest in your family?
Immediate family? I am. Otherwise it’s whichever one of my brother’s kids is the youngest. He has 9. I lost track of names after the 4th.
If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likely over pack?
This is exactly why we all coordinate before the road trip, so none of has to worry about over packing. We’re so smart! S-M-R-T!
Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
I know of someone with my name, yes.
What's the last thing you purchased?
Lunch at the 99.
Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?
When I was much younger, sure. They’d pay for my movie tickets and stuff. But I’m a big girl now!
What brand are your pants right now?
What, they’re magic? The brand is going to change tomorrow? How do they do that?!
Ever been to Georgia?
Rode through it on a train once.
What irritates you most on the internet?
Stupid people.
What brand is your digital camera?
Olympus.
Do you watch movies with your parents?
Sometimes.
What song best describes your life right now?
“What I’ve Done” by Enter the Haggis
Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?
A little bit, yes.
Are you taking college classes right now?
No, but I’m starting next month.
Do you like sushi?
Ack! Hiss! Gag!
Do you get your hair cut every month?
No. More like twice a year.
Do you go online everyday?
Pretty much, yeah.
It's an illness, I'm tellin' ya.
Stole it from a friend, and some of her answers are so close to what I would say that I just left them!
When's the last time you ran?
Please. Fat girls don't run.
Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?
Only the ones that were too small.
What are you dreading right now?
Well, I dread work every day. Other than that, nothing at the moment, thank goodness.
Do you celebrate 420?
What?
Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?
Since I started using the CPAP machine, typically I do. What a difference.
If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days", what would ya'll do?
Sit on the couch watching TV or playing something on the X-Box.
Who last grabbed your ass?
The Man.
Have you ever been on your school's track team?
Again... FAT GIRLS DON'T RUN!
Do you own a pair of Converse?
No.
Did you copy and paste this survey?
Of course. I’m too lazy to think one up myself.
Do you eat raw cookie dough?
Mmm... raw cookie dough.
Have you ever kicked a vending machine?
I smacked that thing around like nobody’s business. I wanted my damn Doritos!
Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?
That’s what they’re in the business for. Isn’t it?
Do you watch Trading Spaces?
Used to. Hildi finally got on my last nerve and I just couldn’t watch anymore. I mean, hay on the walls? wtf is wrong with her??
How do you eat Oreos?
Dunk them in milk for 15-20 seconds, then pop the whole cookie in my mouth.
Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone?
Back in the day, yes. But now I live with him so I don’t have to do that anymore. :-)
Are you cocky?
Man who put hand in pocket... wait...
Could you live without a computer?
Probably.
Do you wear your shoes in the house?
Technically they’re sandals, but yes. And I wear clothes in the house too. Sometimes jewelry!
At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?
9 or 10. Mom and Dad sat me down to tell me there was no Easter bunny, and I said something like, “Right, and I suppose there’s no Santa, either?” I was shocked!! Truly, I was very shocked. *sigh*
How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?
3 house phones, 2 cell phones.
...and a partridge in a pear tree...
What do you do when you're sad?
Cry. And eat.
Who would you call first if you won the lottery?
Mom and Dad.
Last time you saw your best friend?
Two weeks ago last night. Hi Zee!!
Who or what sleeps with you?
The Man and the cats.
Are you in high school?
Happy to say I am not.
Is anyone on your bad side now?
Hmmm… sort of. Don’t know that I’d really say she’s on my bad side though. More like she’s on that really short list of people who annoy the living crap out of me every freaking day. I keep praying she'll quit.
What jewelry are you wearing?
Gold oval earrings, peridot necklace and ring, basket weave ring and a watch. Oh, and my braces. They’re shiny, so they’re bling, right?
What's the first thing you do when you get online?
Check email.
Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?
I’d be quite concerned if my anatomy was grey.
How do most people spell your name?
B… e… c… k… y…
Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?
Why? I’ve got plenty of my own.
Where do you work?
A bank. What’s it to ya?
What are you doing tomorrow?
Same thing I do every day, Pinky... But tomorrow evening - woohoo! - it's Doctor Who Friday!!!
Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson?
Don’t rightly care.
Favorite name for a girl?
Bertha
Favorite name for a boy?
Aloisius
Will you keep your last name when you get married?
Maybe.
When was the last time you left your house?
This morning.
Do you return your cart?
Always. And I always make sure to audibly bitch about the people who are too lazy to do so. Old people are the only ones I will excuse from putting the cart back, and will be more than happy to take care of it for them.
Do you have a dishwasher?
And thank goodness for it.
What noise do you hear?
The air conditioner chugging away in the living room. Some obnoxious children outside.
Would you survive in prison?
Yes. Yes I would.
Who is the youngest in your family?
Immediate family? I am. Otherwise it’s whichever one of my brother’s kids is the youngest. He has 9. I lost track of names after the 4th.
If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likely over pack?
This is exactly why we all coordinate before the road trip, so none of has to worry about over packing. We’re so smart! S-M-R-T!
Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
I know of someone with my name, yes.
What's the last thing you purchased?
Lunch at the 99.
Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?
When I was much younger, sure. They’d pay for my movie tickets and stuff. But I’m a big girl now!
What brand are your pants right now?
What, they’re magic? The brand is going to change tomorrow? How do they do that?!
Ever been to Georgia?
Rode through it on a train once.
What irritates you most on the internet?
Stupid people.
What brand is your digital camera?
Olympus.
Do you watch movies with your parents?
Sometimes.
What song best describes your life right now?
“What I’ve Done” by Enter the Haggis
Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?
A little bit, yes.
Are you taking college classes right now?
No, but I’m starting next month.
Do you like sushi?
Ack! Hiss! Gag!
Do you get your hair cut every month?
No. More like twice a year.
Do you go online everyday?
Pretty much, yeah.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
How embarassing
Many apologies for the radio silence. Not only has work been so out straight and stressful that I've been nothing but a vapid, drooling blob once I get home from work, but I also forgot my password. How embarrassing. The password situation was, I know, easily correctable, but in my recent state of mind, not so much.
So here I am, 8 days away from my 2 week pass out of hell. Away from the stress. Away from "The Hound". The Hound is my "manager". I use the word "manager" loosely because her management and organizational skills closely resemble those of Colombe (you know, from the Next Food Network Star). Yeah, they're not so good. I interviewed for the management position when it opened. I have management experience from previous positions. Apparently they preferred someone much younger than myself, with no management experience, and who thinks that "management" means she's a glorified baby sitter.
I can't freakin' stand her. There's no way in the world she doesn't know this, no matter how hard I try to be, at the very least, civil to her.
I've already snapped at her several times, and each time I have, she's shut right up. She hounds (hence her nickname), has no back bone, eavesdrops, I could go on and on. It's been a long time since I've had that knot in my stomach every morning because I don't want to go to work. Since she was hired, it's there every morning. I'm really starting to hate my job because of her.
But enough of the bitch fest. Need to go get ready for work.
HAPPY FREAKIN' FRIDAY!!!!!
So here I am, 8 days away from my 2 week pass out of hell. Away from the stress. Away from "The Hound". The Hound is my "manager". I use the word "manager" loosely because her management and organizational skills closely resemble those of Colombe (you know, from the Next Food Network Star). Yeah, they're not so good. I interviewed for the management position when it opened. I have management experience from previous positions. Apparently they preferred someone much younger than myself, with no management experience, and who thinks that "management" means she's a glorified baby sitter.
I can't freakin' stand her. There's no way in the world she doesn't know this, no matter how hard I try to be, at the very least, civil to her.
I've already snapped at her several times, and each time I have, she's shut right up. She hounds (hence her nickname), has no back bone, eavesdrops, I could go on and on. It's been a long time since I've had that knot in my stomach every morning because I don't want to go to work. Since she was hired, it's there every morning. I'm really starting to hate my job because of her.
But enough of the bitch fest. Need to go get ready for work.
HAPPY FREAKIN' FRIDAY!!!!!
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Because I feel like it
This meme brought to you by the letters v, a, l, e, r, i and e, and the number 12!
Thanks Valerie! Here's a picture for Elvis that I found on Cheezburger today:
1. Elaborate on your avatar. It's invisible.
2.What's your current relationship status? Happily taken by The Man.
3. Ever have a near-death experience? Meaning my life flashed before my eyes? Yeah, when I was broadsided back in... 2003? I still shudder every time I think about it, and what condition The Man would be in had he been with me, if he'd even survived. Take a look.
4. What is the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? The theme for Johnny Bravo. Haven't seen it in years, yet it just popped into my head and won't go away. Do the monkey with me!
5. Name a celebrity you would marry? Christopher Eccleston. Oh me, oh my. Those eyes. That face. That voice. Imagine waking up to it all every morning. Plus the fact that he's a humble and extraordinary human being. Daaaaaaamn.
6. Who will cut and paste this meme first? *vapid stare* Ummm...
7. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? Nope.
8. Do you wear a watch? What kind? Yes. It's a solar Citizen's that The Man gave me for my birthday a few years ago.
9. Do you have anything pierced? Just the ears. One in each. Used to be two but they closed up a long, long time ago.
10. Do you have any tattoos? No, but I've thought about it - would love to get a Red Sox 'B' or a Haggis Head. I can't even use an Emjoi "razor", for goodness sake, how the heck would I deal with a needle jabbing my skin for hours on end?
11. Do you like pain? On the whole, no.
12. Do you like to shop? "Shop" is my middle name.
13. The last thing you paid for with cash? Honestly can't remember. My bet is an iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts, though.
14. The last thing you paid for with credit card? More stamping supplies! I need help.
15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom.
16. What is on your desktop background? Babs sleeping peacefully on the living room chair.
17. What was the last movie you watched? History of the World Part I. Groovus!
18. What was the last book you read? Chronicles of Narnia.
Thanks Valerie! Here's a picture for Elvis that I found on Cheezburger today:
1. Elaborate on your avatar. It's invisible.
2.What's your current relationship status? Happily taken by The Man.
3. Ever have a near-death experience? Meaning my life flashed before my eyes? Yeah, when I was broadsided back in... 2003? I still shudder every time I think about it, and what condition The Man would be in had he been with me, if he'd even survived. Take a look.
4. What is the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? The theme for Johnny Bravo. Haven't seen it in years, yet it just popped into my head and won't go away. Do the monkey with me!
5. Name a celebrity you would marry? Christopher Eccleston. Oh me, oh my. Those eyes. That face. That voice. Imagine waking up to it all every morning. Plus the fact that he's a humble and extraordinary human being. Daaaaaaamn.
6. Who will cut and paste this meme first? *vapid stare* Ummm...
7. Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? Nope.
8. Do you wear a watch? What kind? Yes. It's a solar Citizen's that The Man gave me for my birthday a few years ago.
9. Do you have anything pierced? Just the ears. One in each. Used to be two but they closed up a long, long time ago.
10. Do you have any tattoos? No, but I've thought about it - would love to get a Red Sox 'B' or a Haggis Head. I can't even use an Emjoi "razor", for goodness sake, how the heck would I deal with a needle jabbing my skin for hours on end?
11. Do you like pain? On the whole, no.
12. Do you like to shop? "Shop" is my middle name.
13. The last thing you paid for with cash? Honestly can't remember. My bet is an iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts, though.
14. The last thing you paid for with credit card? More stamping supplies! I need help.
15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom.
16. What is on your desktop background? Babs sleeping peacefully on the living room chair.
17. What was the last movie you watched? History of the World Part I. Groovus!
18. What was the last book you read? Chronicles of Narnia.
My ass is twitching
"My ass is twitching. You people make my ass twitch."
A ginger molasses (ahem) cookie to anyone who can tell me where that quote comes from. And Zee already knows the answer, but she's getting a cookie anyway. Possibly two. Why? Because she's Zee and I love her! And it's almost her birthday.
And yes, my ass really is twitching.
Went to see a massage therapist after work yesterday. Holy crap. She even went easy on me because I haven't had a massage in a long time. Dad works on my neck and back when I visit, but I haven't seen him since Christmas. I'm crunching and cracking a lot this morning, and am still feeling a bit nauseous. But I feel... better. Not jump up and do the Lindy Hop better, but better. The woman who did my massage last night commented many times on how tight my muscles were. That could've been my cue to air my grievances about work, but I refrained. And after about 5 minutes on the table, I was starting to feel a bit Zen anyway so thought, meh, I can vent about work any old time. And I do. Oh so very much.
No time to vent about it this morning though, and I'm still feeling a bit Zen anyway. Hope that feeling will last the rest of this week!
More later, gotta go. Have a loverly day!
A ginger molasses (ahem) cookie to anyone who can tell me where that quote comes from. And Zee already knows the answer, but she's getting a cookie anyway. Possibly two. Why? Because she's Zee and I love her! And it's almost her birthday.
And yes, my ass really is twitching.
Went to see a massage therapist after work yesterday. Holy crap. She even went easy on me because I haven't had a massage in a long time. Dad works on my neck and back when I visit, but I haven't seen him since Christmas. I'm crunching and cracking a lot this morning, and am still feeling a bit nauseous. But I feel... better. Not jump up and do the Lindy Hop better, but better. The woman who did my massage last night commented many times on how tight my muscles were. That could've been my cue to air my grievances about work, but I refrained. And after about 5 minutes on the table, I was starting to feel a bit Zen anyway so thought, meh, I can vent about work any old time. And I do. Oh so very much.
No time to vent about it this morning though, and I'm still feeling a bit Zen anyway. Hope that feeling will last the rest of this week!
More later, gotta go. Have a loverly day!
Sunday, June 03, 2007
*snort* *grumble*... oooh, iced tea!
The countdown is on. 41 days until I get a 2 week pass out of hell. Since it's the weekend, I don't want to dwell on work right now, so will update in bits and pieces as time allows during the week. Besides, right now I'm a little more livid about something familial than I am about my head-up-her-ass manager at work.
My sister-in-law has got to go. I've disliked her from the get-go. After 22+ years of putting up with the crap and misery she's brought to my family, I refuse to continue to be civil to her or even pray for her anymore after what she's done to my brother. Again. I apologized to my mother last night for my inability to be Christianly toward my SIL, but I just can't do it anymore. If she died right now, I would hoot and holler and jump for joy because my brother would at last be free!
And I need to put a little disclaimer here - SIL hasn't been having extra-marital affairs. But what's been going on over the years is something I'm not comfortable discussing openly in my blog, but I need to get the venom I have towards her out of my system somehow, so please bear with me while I periodically vent about her here without sharing much of the background behind it.
It takes a lot for me to truly hate someone, and I hate her. With every fiber of my being.
Okay, so... in not nearly so venomous news... I ate at the 99 Restaurant twice this past week. Nothing fancy, it's a family restaurant, but dang they've got good food! And I discovered a drink that I may need to start ordering to go, in vats no less. Mango iced tea. Oh my stars, is it good! I'm craving it this very moment. I have some Snapple mango white tea tea bags in the cupboard that I may try to make my own with, but have my doubts about. Oh, and 99's honey mustard dressing is out of this world, too. When The Man and I were there for lunch yesterday, I asked if I could buy some to take home, as it's made by the company itself and not sold in stores, but, no go. So I didn't even bother to ask about the tea. But fortunately I work barely a 1/2 mile from a 99, so guess I'll be stopping by there a little more often from now on. Well, at least while they've got that iced tea. Dang.
My sister-in-law has got to go. I've disliked her from the get-go. After 22+ years of putting up with the crap and misery she's brought to my family, I refuse to continue to be civil to her or even pray for her anymore after what she's done to my brother. Again. I apologized to my mother last night for my inability to be Christianly toward my SIL, but I just can't do it anymore. If she died right now, I would hoot and holler and jump for joy because my brother would at last be free!
And I need to put a little disclaimer here - SIL hasn't been having extra-marital affairs. But what's been going on over the years is something I'm not comfortable discussing openly in my blog, but I need to get the venom I have towards her out of my system somehow, so please bear with me while I periodically vent about her here without sharing much of the background behind it.
It takes a lot for me to truly hate someone, and I hate her. With every fiber of my being.
Okay, so... in not nearly so venomous news... I ate at the 99 Restaurant twice this past week. Nothing fancy, it's a family restaurant, but dang they've got good food! And I discovered a drink that I may need to start ordering to go, in vats no less. Mango iced tea. Oh my stars, is it good! I'm craving it this very moment. I have some Snapple mango white tea tea bags in the cupboard that I may try to make my own with, but have my doubts about. Oh, and 99's honey mustard dressing is out of this world, too. When The Man and I were there for lunch yesterday, I asked if I could buy some to take home, as it's made by the company itself and not sold in stores, but, no go. So I didn't even bother to ask about the tea. But fortunately I work barely a 1/2 mile from a 99, so guess I'll be stopping by there a little more often from now on. Well, at least while they've got that iced tea. Dang.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Been a while
Hi there. Yeah, it's me. To the few who actually read my blog, my apologies for falling off the face of the earth. I took Babs's passing pretty hard. Still miss her a lot. Buster was getting neurotic and having separation anxiety every time I left for work, so we adopted a new cat in late September. We named her Lucy. The first picture is, well, the first time they were this close to each other without a resulting smackdown. And it's also the first picture we took of the two of them together. Buster has an air of disdain about him in this picture.
This picture shows how much Lucy likes to snuggle with her people. Whether you have room for her on your lap or not, she will find a way to be on you or shoved up next to you as close as she can.
And now I need to get my butt moving and ready for work. I just wanted to say hi while I had a moment and share a couple of pictures of Lucy. I hope to get into a regular posting habit again.
Hope all is well in everyone else's world.
Have a great Tuesday. :-)
This picture shows how much Lucy likes to snuggle with her people. Whether you have room for her on your lap or not, she will find a way to be on you or shoved up next to you as close as she can.
And now I need to get my butt moving and ready for work. I just wanted to say hi while I had a moment and share a couple of pictures of Lucy. I hope to get into a regular posting habit again.
Hope all is well in everyone else's world.
Have a great Tuesday. :-)
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