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
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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. :-)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Be afraid
| You Are 34% Evil |
 A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
I want some pancakes.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Sick!
And it's almost July! Jeez. Almost rescheduled the appointment I had with the doctor this morning. Glad I didn't. I've got a doozy of a sinus infection. All the symptoms have been there for about 2 weeks now, I just never put 2 and 2 together. No wonder I've been so tired and crankier than usual. Took my first dose of antibiotics earlier this evening and am hoping by tomorrow morning that at least the constant splitting headache I've had for the past week will cease to be. And I'm looking forward to not seeing stars every time I turn my head too quick, sneeze or stand up straight after feeding the cats or picking something up off the floor. Oddly enough, it feels like the antibiotics may already be working - the pressure in my head isn't quite as intense right now, I've been sneezing like a madwoman most of the evening (which the cats haven't been too pleased with), and my vision isn't quite so blurry. But unfortunately my stomach doesn't seem too happy with the medication. It'll just have to get over it!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
15 days and 1-1/2 hours until the day I'm on vacation. I can hardly wait!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Stress-induced Tourette's
If it exists, I have it! When my life gets as stressful as it is right now, I swear like a sailor, and sometimes it does feel uncontrollable. Tourette's or no, if my mother heard a fraction of the stuff coming out of my mouth this week, she'd wash my mouth out with soap!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
I love my mom. :-)
Speaking of Mom, I was finally able to talk to her about Zachariah this morning. It was the first I'd spoken with her since he passed. We both cried. Again. But this time it was with each other, even if it was only on the phone.
Hey! Our loser neighbors haven't moved out, and eviction day was early last week! Surprised? Me neither!
My fingers are okay now, btw. Just a few little scratches and a torn nail. And boy, does grating those little buggers make your hand cramp! Why was I shredding them in the first place? Well, can't safely bite into a carrot while wearing braces now, can I? And since I don't want the baby carrots to go to waste (because they're so cute, sweet and tasty!), they get shredded into pasta salad, coleslaw or whatever I think they'll be good shredded into/onto. The Man thinks I'm crazy but, hey, takes a crazy to know a crazy!
Tomorrow there will be only 22 (or is it 21?) days until the beach. Talked with one of The Man's aunt's today who goes to the beach the same week we do and she told me she's bringing a ginormous bottle of Irish Creme that she won at a church fair. Now that's funny. And since it was won at a church fair, none of us has to feel guilty if we drink too much of it.
And hey, one of this aunt's mottos is, "Why Not Tourette's?"
And there you have the premise of the insanity that is beach week with The Man's family.
Damn, I can hardly fucking wait!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
26 days...
...until I'm here:
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Right now it feels like an eternity.
Work has been off the wall. I'm so stressed and in such desperate need of time off that I'm forgetting to do things I do every day, forgetting what I'm talking about mid-sentence, and completely over-reacting to idiotic things such as how much spam I get in my work inbox. IT is supposed to be blocking it and they aren't. When my email 'dings!' I check it immediately, and nothing pisses me off more than when I've stopped what I'm doing because of FREAKIN' SPAM!
See?
If I'd been wise I'd have saved the rest of the Cloves I bought for Zee's weekend out here. If I had, I'd be having one... no, three of them right now. And I could really go for a White Russian, but we're out of milk. Besides, The Man is at the Red Sox game tonight and I'm going to need to go out at some point to pick him up from the train station. I feel bad for not going to the game tonight but I'm in no frame of mind to deal with the traffic, the cramped Green Line trains and drunken idiots tonight. Fortunately a guy he works with took my ticket, so it won't go to waste. Sweetheart that The Man can be, called about 5 minutes to 7 and said, "Guess who's starting in right field tonight?" I said, "Gabe Kapler?" He said, "Gabe Kapler" and we both "Woohoo!"'d at the same time. I am SO happy Gabe's finally back in the lineup.
Zee came out last weekend for some birthday Haggis! She's had me and The Man listen to their music a few times when we were back home and I thought, "Ehh, they're not bad." Then I saw them live last weekend and oh my lord, I've turned into a Haggis Head. They're unlike anything I've listened to before and their shows are very energetic. I can not wait to see them again. In fact, the day we were originally supposed to head home from the beach they're going to be playing about an hour from here, but we've already accepted an invitation to go rafting up in Maine that weekend. My arm had to be twisted a bit for that and now I'm trying to untwist it so I can go see Haggis!
Zee, your birthday Haggis was a treat for us both! I'm so glad you were able to come out and I'm so glad we went to both shows. It was medicinal. It was fun. And I can't wait to do it again back home with you next month! :-)
The Sox game is only in the bottom of the 2nd and The Man just called to say he was leaving at the end of the inning. I feel so bad. The guy who was going to go with him bailed. Plus, The Man had surgery on his right eye last Tuesday and he said he can't see what's going on all that well. He still has stitches in the left eye causing astigmatism, and the right eye still has all the stitches in it, plus it's still healing. I'm glad he's coming home early though. If he gets on a train that gets back here before 9 I think I'm going to take him out for an ice cream. There's a dairy farm close to here that has the best ice cream in the world. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake that's fantastic. Add some jimmies and all you're missing is some candles and the embarassing "Happy Birthday" song.
Yeah, I need some Birthday Cake ice cream. More than I need the Cloves. Well, I don't need either, really but... oh hell, yes I do. ;-)
Haven't spoken with my mom since Zachariah passed away. She's having a very hard time with it. I've called several times but my dad has been reluctant to put her on the phone. When I talked with my sister yesterday though, she told me that Mom is starting to consider going to the MSPCA to look around and talk with the folks there. Even before Zachariah passed away, his brother Micah would have separation anxiety from Mom whenever she had to leave the house. It's worse now. She doesn't want his nose to get bent out of joint if she gets another cat, but she doesn't want him to be alone when she has things to do outside of the house.
Well, The Man just called again and is going to be at the train station in half an hour, so if we're going to get some ice cream I'd better go make myself look presentable.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Rest in Peace, Zachariah
June 10, 1994 - June 9, 2006
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
I love you, Buhbee.
Christmas 2004
Christmas 2005
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
A Friday morning quickie
Shouldn't we all be so lucky...
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
::ahem::
The past several weeks in a nutshell - I hope to elaborate more soon.
The Man had surgery on his left eye - he's having contact lenses surgically implanted. It's cool seeing him without glasses. :-) The right eye is being done next month.
I'm finally sleeping through the night with the CPAP machine. It's been about 2 weeks now. Noticing small differences and it's all good. Will definitely discuss this more later.
My nephew J was run over by a garbage truck at work and we're all thanking God he's still alive. He's in tremendous pain though, and has been pretty down the past few days. Wish we could get out there to see him. When the accident happened I was ready to drop everything and head out, but everyone said to stay put. So, planned to head out over the weekend and my father said, "To do what? Stand around in the hospital the whole time? Stay home." So we figured we'd head out this weekend or next, only we found out that our LOSER NEIGHBORS got served a 30-day eviction notice on Saturday (WOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!!!!), so aren't inclined to go away overnight until they're gone.
One of my parents cats, Zachariah, has been pretty sick with a tumor. Vets think it's cancerous. Hit me hard because Zack was my baby when I still lived at home. Early last week the vet gave him days. Mom started putting Holy Water in his food. As of this morning, he's been eating, has gained a little weight back, and this morning he caught a mouse! Our prayers have been either he go quickly and painlessly or is cured altogether. Either way, right now he's comfortable and happy, and that's what matters.
Have also become completely enamored with this man over the past couple of months:
He's Christopher Eccleston. I'm now working on a collection of his works. He's currently on Sci-Fi Friday nights at 9 as Doctor Who. And what a fine Doctor he is.
Okay, gotta go run through the raindrops and get my butt to work.
Have a good one!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I smell s'mores!
Well holy crap. Zee mentioned on Sunday (wait, no, it was Saturday) that'd it'd been a while since I blogged and that I left her (and the only other person who reads this - hi Valerie!) hanging on the water heater issue. I'm so sorry! When I stop and try to remember the events of the past several weeks, almost everything is a blur. The only things that aren't a blur are last night's Red Sox game, the issue The Man and I had a couple of weeks ago (nope, not talking about it - it's done and over with), and going to watch some men's curling in Lowell.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.
Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
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