Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008

So, it's almost the end of 2007 - 26 more minutes as I start this post. Another year gone with no great things accomplished. I question if I'm capable of greatness. Is the reason I don't do great things because I can't, or because I don't try?

2008 will be great - I will make it so.
1) I will work on improving my health - working out 3x a week, every week, except when it's that time of the month. I will try to eat better and drink more water.
2) I will also work on improving my mental health and attitude. I feel myself turning into some bitter old woman, and that is not who I want to be. I will strive to be more positive, and to see good in others.
3) I will take time for myself, but I will also make time for others.
4) I will develop some hobbies and learn new things. I have a belly dance DVD, so there's one thing I can learn. I will maybe develop my interest in photography.

5) I will reach out to people more, and try not to be so distant and cold.

Happy new year to each of you! May the new year be the best yet!

Boo-Ya!

*does happy dance*
I? have won the office football pool!!!!! I have not managed to come in first place for any one week, but for the cumulative scoring, I was in first place week #2, and have stayed at either #1 or #2 for all this time (usually in #1), and I have WON!!!!! And the funny (or would it be ironic?) thing is, I don't even WATCH football! I don't have a freakin' clue about any of these teams!!!! There's a reason why my name in the pool is "Random Choices"!
Bwahahahaha!!!!!!
I'm the winner! I'm the winner!

My payoff is $100, IIRC. Sadly, I have to put my winnings towards my property tax instead of having fun. *pouts* Being responsible sucks sometimes.

DVD review: Stomp the Yard

When this movie was out in theaters, son & I wanted to go see it, but never made it. Finally rented the DVD this weekend. I liked it better the first time, when it was called Drumline. Seriously, they took the plot of Drumline, and moved it to stepping instead of a marching band. This made the ending very predictable. My son & I looked at each other during the competition scene and both agreed there would be a tie, requiring a face-off. And we were right.

Similarities:
Both set in college in Atlanta.
Protaganist for both is "not from the South". If I remember correctly, Drumline's main character was from NY, and Stomp the Yard's main character was from LA.
Both protaganists lied to get into college.
Both protaganists pursued a girl who was considered to be out of their league.
Both protaganists needed to learn how to be part of the team and not just out for their own glory.
Both movies had a big competition, with Sway from MTV making an appearance as commentator or host.
Both protaganists wanted to "modernize" the performance, and both had someone in charge who preferred to keep it traditional.
Both protaganists had an occurrence that kept them from competing with their group in the big competition (but in Stomp the Yard, DJ was reinstated and was able to compete in the battle to break the tie).
Both had the big competition with the big rival end in a tie.


I really didn't care for the way the movie was shot - the camera angles and so on - for the dance scenes. I can't really explain what/how these were done, but I felt like it caused the the audience (me) to have a disconnect with the scene.

My rating: 2 1/2 stars

Are you kidding me????

Yesterday, I went to Wal-Mart, to see if there were any simply wonderful, 'I-absolutely-must-have-it', things on clearance. Imagine my shock when I turn from one aisle of Christmas clearance items onto what I thought would be another holiday clearance aisle and saw this instead!!!



And then today, I went into Target, and they already had Easter stuff out.

Seriously, can they not wait until the week after Christmas to start putting this stuff out? And who buys their candy 1-1/2 months early?
I'm not sure when Easter is this year, but I know they could at least wait until January to put that stuff out.

I also went to K-mart for some clearance shopping, and they have Valentine's Day stuff out already, too.

Anyway, after all my clearance shopping, I know have 16 rolls of Christmas paper. I don't think I will need to buy anymore paper for a loooooooooooooong time.

I also have my tins for next year's cookie exchange.

Christmas Past

Clint's first Christmas:



My first Christmas:

Just call me scrooge. *grin*

Sometimes, I'm a crabby bitch. I know this about myself. No big secret. I did one of the most 'cheapskate' things I could do today, but it pissed me off. Can someone please tell me when the definition of "thank you" while paying for food started to mean "keep the change"? I made her come back out to my car and give me my change. I don't care if it was under $2, it's my freaking change! If I wanted you to keep it, I would have said keep the change. I said thank you, because it's FUCKING POLITE!!!!

In other pissy news, I had to remail my secret santa gift because I was given the wrong street address, and the package came back to me Friday. So, I had to pay another $13.45 to mail it for the second time.

My cat cannot stand to let me read a book. It's not that she wants any attention, it's just that my attention is being directed elsewhere. Any time she sees me reading, she will come climb up on me, and drape herself across the book so I can't read it. This morning, I was able to shift the book a little and could still read. She looked back at the book after I moved it, and then shifted over so she was blocking it again. But? if I put the book down and try to pet her, she jumps off and leaves the room.

Cool Christmas presents

Others might think these are crappy presents, but they're perfect for me!

From my boss, a bottle of Bitch wine(but from the 2006 vintage, not 2004):

From a co-worker/friend after we were talking about things we wanted to be when we grew up - I wanted to be either a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader or a belly dancer:


From another co-worker/friend who knows how much I really love stuff like this (except my tree has ribbons has decorations on it):

On Jamie Lynn Spears' pregnancy

I've read comments about how trashy she and her family are... Is she trash because she was having sex at the age of 16? Is she trash because she was having sex outside of marriage? Is she trash because she got pregnant? Is it a combination of having sex at the age of 16, without the benefits of getting married, and getting pregnant?

I had sex at the age of 17. Guess I'm trash.
I had sex before I was married. Guess I'm trash.
I did not get pregnant until I was 25, and married, so guess I'm not totally trash.

I've read the article - it doesn't address whether or not they were using birth control. IF they were using birth control, yeah, there might be some shock when you end up pregnant - it's SUPPOSED to be effective, right? (Yes, I know that no birth control method, other than complete abstinence, is 100% effective.)

So, to any female who's had sex at a certain age, or had sex outside of marriage, or gotten pregnant at either a young age or without being married, I guess you're trash. So says the "non-judgemental" ones. What-the-fuck-ever.

Links?

So, when I switched templates, I lost my linkys. *pout* I'm going to add them back in, but before I do, is there anyone who does NOT want to be linked?

Randoms

The power went off this morning. If Stinkerbelle hadn't woke me up, arkieboy would have been late for school, and I would have been much later for work.

It went off again this afternoon. Thank goodness it's back on.

I got cookiezzz!!!!! Yum! That toffee was so good! There is also biscotti, M&M cookies, Peanut Blossoms, Peanut Butter Krispie Balls, and some chocolate covered pretzels!

*pouts* I can't read Weltek's blog. What's up with that?

I mailed my cookies yesterday. I could have just kicked myself. After the first batch of cookies, I kept congratulating myself on how good they turned out. Then on the second type of cookies, I completely forgot about sprinkling sliced almonds on top of the tassies until I was pulling them out of the oven. So, to the two of you who get my cookies, just pretend that there are almonds on top of the almond tassies.

Notice anything?

Something about this picture caught my eye, and I'm wondering if I'm the only one to see it...

Update

1) I've got to wrap up and mail my OT secret santa gift.
2) I've got to decide on what kind of cookies I'm making for the bloggy exchange, go shopping, make the cookies and mail them. (I've made one batch! Now one to the next one!)
3) I've got to mention that I received my bloggy cookies Thursday. Woot! I mentioned it! Now there's one thing off the list! I know who my cookies came from, but I'll keep it a secret for now. Two kinds of cookie and some bread. Yummy!
4) I've got to mail something that should have been mailed 2 months ago.
5) I've got to organize the next leg of Sanjana's travels.
6) I've got to finish my Christmas Shopping. Need to buy for my sister & brother-in-law, my boss, and something for Clint.
7) I've got to wrap everything and get it in the mail, because I'm staying home this Christmas.
8) I've got to get this freaking house clean because it disgusts me.
9) I need to update my checkbook, and pay any current bills.
10) I've got to call the Doctor's office in Arkansas that Clint was seeing, and ask for an itemized statement. Now, I've got to review it and compare to the EOB's.
11) I've got to buy an outfit for the office Christmas Party. Couldn't find anything, so I didn't go. :(
12) After I get the house clean and have the finances updated, I need to call an electrician to do something about the light fixture in the laundry room, and I need to have a handyman come out and hang the door back on the bonus room that we took off in order to move a couch in there. Clint's not using the room in the winter, and it's making the rest of the house cold.

Free CD's to anyone who wants them: (and no comments about the genre of some of these)
Kenny Wayne Shepherd - The Place You're In
Collective Soul - Collective Soul
Neal McCoy - No doubt about it momma
Chris LeDoux - Haywire momma
Alan Jackson - Honky Tonk Christmas momma
Reba McEntire - Greatest Hits Volume Two momma
Macy Gray - On How Life Is
No Doubt - Rock Steady Jen
The Rembrandts - L.P.
Jennifer Lopez - On the 6
Greg Holland - Let Me Drive momma
Shakira - Laundry Service Jen
No Doubt - Return of Saturn
David Ball - Thinkin' Problem momma
Clay Walker - If I Could Make a Living momma
Various Artists - Great Love Songs of the 70's and 80's - volume 3 Dragonflies
Various Artists - Only Dance - 1985 - 1989 Dragonflies
Gloria Estefan - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me Jen
Various Artists - Singles original motion picture soundtrack momma
The Band - The Best of The Band
Bon Jovi - Bounce
Paul Wells - Studio 150
Tesla - Bust a Nut
Various Artists - Southern Rock 14 Greatest Hits momma
Lily Allen - Alright, Still Jen
Ten Years After - Rock & Roll Music to the World
Guns N' Roses - Use Your Illusions II momma
Hootie & the Blowfish - Cracked rear view - claimed by Cyggie



If you see any you want, just list it in comments. You can email me your address or send it to me in a PM at OT.

Too much to do, not enough time to do it

And yet, I'm sitting here blogging instead of doing any of it.

1) I've got to wrap up and mail my OT secret santa gift.
2) I've got to decide on what kind of cookies I'm making for the bloggy exchange, go shopping, make the cookies and mail them.
3) I've got to mention that I received my bloggy cookies Thursday. Woot! I mentioned it! Now there's one thing off the list! I know who my cookies came from, but I'll keep it a secret for now. Two kinds of cookie and some bread. Yummy!
4) I've got to mail something that should have been mailed 2 months ago.
5) I've got to organize the next leg of Sanjana's travels.
6) I've got to finish my Christmas Shopping. Need to buy for my sister & brother-in-law, my boss, and something for Clint.
7) I've got to wrap everything and get it in the mail, because I'm staying home this Christmas.
8) I've got to get this freaking house clean because it disgusts me.
9) I need to update my checkbook, and pay any current bills.
10) I've got to call the Doctor's office in Arkansas that Clint was seeing, and ask for an itemized statement.
11) I've got to buy an outfit for the office Christmas Party.
12) After I get the house clean and have the finances updated, I need to call an electrician to do something about the light fixture in the laundry room, and I need to have a handyman come out and hang the door back on the bonus room that we took off in order to move a couch in there. Clint's not using the room in the winter, and it's making the rest of the house cold.


I'm going to purge and get rid of a lot of stuff from the house. Anyone want some old CD's? And maybe some old children's books?

I fall more in love each day

I always swore I would never have a cat in the house, did not want one ever. I can't imagine not having Stinkerbelle now. She sleeps in her bed at the foot of my bed. She wakes me up during the night to pet her. She makes me laugh so much. Of course, I'm not loving all the scratching and biting because she likes to play rough. The funniest thing she does is when I tell her to give me a kiss, she puts her paw on my mouth and pushes against me. Not very loving, but sooooo funny!

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Late night ramblings with arkie (not completely work safe)

The first two sections of this blog are safe, but the rest? You probably don't want to read at work. Or around children. Or your parents. Maybe not your SO. Unless your SO knows you're a freak, then I'm sure it's ok. *grin*

Today, I learned an important lesson. When trying to fax documents to someone, the process works much better if you dial *their* fax number, not your own.

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I just finished reading "Dreams Made Flesh", an omnibus (or anthology? - if all the stories are by the same author, is it an omnibus?) by Anne Bishop. One story made me cry. Another made me laugh outloud. It was a good thing I was at home, and not reading in public. People would have been staring at me.

Do any of you cry while reading certain stories? My son makes fun of me when I do that, or will ask why do I read them if they are going to make me cry. Some books just touch me like that. I see that the same way as reacting to other stories by laughing. The story pulled certain emotions from me.

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I told zombie I would blog about one of the latest erotica books I've read, that really just gave me giggle fits while reading. I'm assuming that the author plans on writing a trilogy, since the main character of this book has two brothers, and the 3 brothers receive a letter from their king, telling them that he has 3 daughters in the world, and he needs the brothers to find his daughters. Oh, by the way, these three brothers aren't human. They're satyrs. And in this book, once a month (at least I think that's the frequency), they have to go to a sacred place, and assume their "true" physical self. This involves having two penises. Yep, once the moon hits them, a second penis forces its way out of their body, positioned a few inches higher than the penis they always have (except that penis becomes larger than normal), and they must have sex immediately. They have to have double penetration with a woman right away, otherwise, they experience extreme pain. After the first coupling, the extra penis retracts back into the body until the next month. However, they still have to have lots and lots of sex all night. Since mortal women just wouldn't be able to handle the satyrs' penises (or would that be penii?), the satyrs conjure up these creatures... they're not real flesh and blood, but they're more substantial than spirits or ghosts... and these creatures (I cannot remember the name the author gave them) can withstand the intensity, frequency, and duration of the sex that the satyrs must have.

I'm going to get the book. There's one passage that I want to be able to quote directly. Wait right here, ok?

OK, I'm back. Hope I didn't make you wait to long, but I had to grab a snack while I was up. *grin*

OK, they're the Lords of Satyr. The female creatures are called Shimmerskins. And the name of the book is Nicholas: The Lords of Satyr, by Elizabeth Amber.
Now for the part I wanted to be sure and quote exactly:
Later, almost at the end of this book, the eldest brother, who has found the first daughter of their king, and fell in love and married her, must go to ElseWorld. So in order for his wife to be protected while he's gone, she must first have sex with him and his two brothers during the Moonful (that's the special night). This act is called a "Sharing". And naturally, it's the first mating of the Moonful for each brother, which means the wife gets vaginal and anal three times. This is the passage, that I guess is erotic to some people, but I just couldn't get pass the ick factor of screwing your husband's two brothers and then your husband, while the others watch. As the first brother is finishing up, "With a muted bellow, he creamed, spurting warm, brotherly semen inside her." Eewwww! During the second round, we have this statement made by the brother: "Come for me, sister." and then as he finishes, "His spurting warmth flooded her to mingle with that Raine had already deposited." Double Eewww!!! Come for me, sister??? Incestuous sounding, much? Finally, her hubby gets to do her. "She could feel each drop of his jism meet and bond with those of his brothers." *gag*

I forgot another *interesting* part of the men when they are in their satyr form... there is this thing... called a Seeker... a "serpentine instrument" that unfurls from below the scrotum that is "tonguelike" and "soothes any distress" that the man may cause to the woman's body during the the night of the Moonful and Calling.

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Zombie, I googled that one thing you mentioned on OT, but there was no way in hell I was clicking any of those links. It's bad enough knowing the sites exist. *shudder*

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However, I have no problem sharing these links (they have nothing to do with Sasquatch porn) with you. According to Bravie, they are not exactly work safe. A vibrator to hook up to your iPod "it automatically vibrates to the rhythm and intensity of the music." And check out the one that works with your cell phone.

For those hard to shop for people, may I suggest the pussy purse?. While you're there, don't forget to check out the pussy pen, and the Vulva puppet.

Couple of questions and some ramblings

1) This morning, on my local radio station, during "Intern Adam's 57 seconds of sleaze", Adam was talking about Nicole Kidman at the CMA awards last night. He commented on how Keith & Nicole were sitting up front, and during the breaks, record company people and others would come over to say hi to Keith, as they had not seen him prior to rehab. Keith would stand up to hug the people, and would turn to introduce them to Nicole. Intern Adam's big beef was that Nicole did not stand up to greet these people; instead she just shook hands with them while she was sitting down. IA says maybe Nicole should learn some manners and stand up to greet people so they won't think she's some stuck up actress who hasn't had a hit movie in a couple of years.

My question: I thought proper etiquette did not require a female to stand when being introduced to someone. Does anyone think it was rude of Nicole to not stand up every time when being introduced to someone who came over to talk with her husband? I know *I* don't always stand up to shake hands with someone I'm being introduced to.

2) This is rather random, but does anyone know if Batman actually had any super powers? Or was he just good in a fight and had lots of gadgets?

3) Stinkerbelle came through her surgery to be spayed just fine. She took her stitch out that first night. I don't know why they didn't put in another. They told me to just watch her incision and make sure it doesn't open up. So far, so good. They also told me to keep her from jumping if I could. OK, sure. First, there is not one room in this house I could put her in, that there's not something she could/would jump on. Second, she is now going out of her way to jump on things. For example, when she wants to go from the living room into the kitchen (which requires passing through the dining room, where the computer is), instead of going under my chair or behind my chair while I'm at the computer, she jumps on my lap, hops up on my chest to walk across, hops down on the desk, and then on to the floor.

4) I finally bought her a scratching post. I don't know why I hadn't done this sooner. This one has a little tube (the diameter is roughly the size of a straw) that has a string with two toys tied on each end passing through. She LOVES this thing. I had bought her a new teaser toy, but it freaked her out. Every time I would get it out for her, she would hiss, and run off. I also bought her a bed to sleep in. I think she may have slept in it for about 5 minutes one morning. Maybe she lays in it during the day when I'm not home.

5) I've had lots of things I want to blog about, but by the time I get home (assuming I can even pry DS off the computer then), I've forgotten what my ideas were.

More work stuff

Yeah, I still don't like my co-workers any better than I did in the last post. *grin*

We have a employee appreciation committee at work. This past week, they gave us mums in appreciation. The plant I received had about half of it's stems broken, and the other blooms looked half dead. Oh, I feel soooooooooooooooooooooooo appreciated. NOT. I threw the plant in the trash yesterday because I was getting more and more pissed every time I looked over at it. I saw the plants others were given. Admittedly, I did not go through the whole office checking, but the plants I did see? 10x better than what I got.

I've been working on a project for my boss. Showed her today some of what I've gotten done. She said it was amazing and fantastic. It feels good to receive sincere appreciation for my accomplishments. I'm really enjoying what I'm working on. It's better when you can actually look and see what you've done. Most of my work doesn't have very tangible results.

Ramblings of the crazy cat lady

Stinkerbelle goes this Friday to get spayed. I don't know why, but I feel so apprehensive about this. I hate the thought of leaving her there overnight. The thought of her having to sleep in some cage makes me want to cry. What is she going to feel when/if she wakes up around 5:00 in the morning and wants someone to pet her? (That's about the time she wakes me up each morning for attention.) I will probably be at the vet's office at the earliest time I can pick her up Saturday morning.


Have any of you ever traveled with your cat? DS wants to go to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. I asked my mom if I came, could I bring the cat? She said yes, which really surprised me because she hates having animals in the house. I'm not so sure how a five hour car trip is going to be with the kitty. Plus, the packing I'm going to have to do! Cat food, food dish, water dish, kitty litter & box (& scoop). Should I ask the vet for a sedative for her? Or should I look into boarding her for a few days? (But then I go back to having her sleeping in a cage and being lonely at night. Of course, she might prefer being away from us and around other animals.)

trapped by choices
and circumstances
I want to escape
I try to get out
only to realize
it's my lack of
imagination that
is the real prison

Today's lesson

I remember reading somewhere that you should try to learn something new each day. Well, today I learned I don't like goat cheese. *blech*

Work

I keep going back and forth in my mind if I should try for a change. I've been with this company for 20 years. I enjoy my job, and I'm damn good at it. I make good money, have good insurance, 4 weeks of vacation, a great boss. I just got my annual review. It went very well. So why would I want to change? I intensely dislike the others in my department. I know I'm there to do a job, not make friends. But, you know, when the sheer idiocy of others makes you want to scream and throw something at them, it's hard to maintain a semblance of professionalism. Those two just make me want to puke. I know that one of these days, the comments made under my breath are not going to be made as quietly as they should.

But I am excited about my job and one of my new "projects" that came from the annual review. It's going to be more work and more responsibility, but it should really help improve cash flow, and maybe, just maybe, I'll finally meet the goal we set of collecting 95% the following month.

Randomness

1. My cat totally owns me. I realized that during the night when she meowed at me because she wanted under the covers, and I lifted them up for her! She could have just as easily gotten under there without my assistance.

2. Yesterday evening when I left work, I realized when I got in my car that my jeans were unzipped. I have no idea how long they were unzipped. I hope my shirt hung down low enough to hide the fact.

3. I really think one of the newbies at OTCrazytown either needs to get over herself and realize it's just a message board, or leave. Someone really needs to tell this peep that you can't control how people are going to respond to your post. Sorry that no one focused on what *you* think we should have. And by we, I mean the people that replied, not me. I stay out of those threads for the most part.

4. I'm going to JC Penney in a few minutes. I need new towels and shoes.

5. I didn't take my medicine this morning. I've got to go do that right now.

Bye!

Some days...

I'm so glad today is Friday. I couldn't stand another day at work right now. I need to look in the handbook to see what kind of trouble I would get in if I told a co-worker to pull her head out of her ass and quit being so damn stupid. I would also like to tell her that her little attempt to make me look bad and herself look better failed,BIG.TIME.BITCH! First off, you stupid ass bitch, yes, you *CAN* update the physician's phone number without all that other information. That was a warning that popped up, but it allows you to save anyway. Gawd, you're so stupid! Secondly, don't fucking worry about what will fly on a UB or not. That's my area of concern, and it's already been covered.

In other news, I received a phone call from a head-hunter this morning. That's kind of ballsy, I think, to just call a company and ask for their (whatever job you're trying to fill), to see if that person would be interested. At least, I'm assuming it was a cold call. I don't think anyone would have given my name to someone. The job in question was in Chicago. Hell, I can't take the winters here. I sure couldn't deal with them in Chicago. Besides, even though I work with a total dumbass who keeps trying to make me look bad, I really do like my job.

As a matter of fact, in case there was any doubt, I ROCK at my job. I had to send out lists of accounts that must have claims filed by 12/31/07, or Medicare won't pay due to timely filing constraints. Naturally, I include the statement to call if any help is needed. One of the employees called, said she was behind, they were short one office member, and she just didn't think she would be able to get this done (in two and a half months). I researched all accounts, and handled all that I could (which was about 2/3's of the accounts) in about 3 1/2 hours.

1. 20 years is a long time. A very long time. Maybe I'm due for a change.

2. Thankfully, I don't have to be anywhere Saturday, so I plan on sleeping in.

3. I must learn to stay away from the computer when it's that time of the month, because that's when I'm easily angered.

4. I need a clever idea for my Halloween costume for work. I'm thinking about going as "Happy Bunny". I could just get some bunny ears, and a plain t-shirt, and use fabric paint to put some of my favorite HB sayings on it.

5. I'm really starting to get pissed at people. I'm having to restrain myself from sending "fuck you" emails.

6. The doc has put me on a new medicine - an injection called byetta. Mainly for the appetite control. Silly doc. It's the the appetite that's the problem. It's "boredom" eating, the "depressed" eating, and the eating when I'm not even hungry.

7. My Wizard of Oz doll set is no longer a set.








8. I need to get educated concerning hairballs. I'm not sure, but I think maybe Stinkerbelle has them, and I don't know if this is something to worry about, or just part of what a cat goes through.

9. I want a drink. I haven't had anything alcoholic since July (when arkieboy moved back home). Or maybe I need a cigarette. I haven't smoked in a really long time, and quit because I was tired of the sinus infection/sore throat thing I had going.

10. I'm reading a book titled "Dead Girls are Easy".

*nose boop*

to lighten the mood

May you find peace, Mary

I found out this morning that a very dear friend decided to end her life last night by walking in front of a train. I've known Mary since around 1995, when she came to work at one of my company's nursing homes in Arkansas. She and I just clicked right away. We would both bemoan the lack of good men, and had the running joke that why couldn't the other one of us be a man or both of us become lesbians, because we would be perfect for each other, except we both wanted our partner to have a penis.

We had lost touch with each other a year after I had moved to Tennessee. A position had come open in the corporate office, Mary had applied, but didn't get it after thinking she had it in the bag, so she left the company and cut all ties. She had come back to the company a couple of years ago, and we had started getting close again.

And now she's gone. I will never hear her voice on the other end of the phone. Or get an email from her. We'll never go out for a beer together again. I'm sad and I'm angry.

Mary, your hair is perfect. I'm going to miss you so much. Aaaa-ooooooooo! I will always think of you when I hear this song.

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London Aaaa-ooooooooo

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Aaaa-ooooooooo Werewolves of London
Draw blood Aaaa-ooooooooo

Werewolves of London

I got a package!

Yay! When I got home, and looked to see where DS had put today's mail, I saw a big box! The excitement was building as I tried to tear into the box. After I finally get it open, my first thought was "you bitch!" Carey sent me a friggin' unicorn as part as my "prize" for her bloggy contest. Since there was also a cute card, a sucker, and a box of nuts & chews, I will let her live.

*smooch*

Thanks, sweetie!

Name change!

Captain Blade is now Stinkerbelle!



What are you looking at?


Unnh! My head hurts!


Look into my eyes... you will let me do what I want...you will feed me now...I will be sleeping on your bed...you will be sleeping else where... bwahahaha!


No more pictures!

Worst.Night.Of.Sleep.EV.AH!

Because I was feeling guilty about Cappy staying shut up in the little bathroom all day, and all night, and only getting out for a short time in the evenings, I decided last night to take her upstairs with me. I go into the bedroom, shut the door, take her into the bathroom with me, and put her down. As I'm getting ready for bed, she's exploring my bathroom. I leave the light on in the second half of the room, leave the door cracked, and go to bed. After laying there for a couple of minutes, I hear Cappy meow a couple of times - it's that "I'm lonely and I need something" meow. I get up, go in the bathroom and don't see her. (Note to self: expand on the disappearing cat bit later) She meows again, and I discover she's already in the bedroom. I go back in there, and she ducks under the bed. OK, fine, stay there. Turn off the light, get back in bed, and she gives me that same meow again within a minute. Get back up, turn on the light, and see her at the foot of the bed. Pick her up, put her on the bed, off with the lights, and lay down. For the next three hours, I was pounced on constantly. She kept batting at me, and jumping all over the bed. After she kept pricking me on the legs (to declaw or not?), I finally pulled the sheet over me for some protection. HA! She crawled under the sheet so she could continue attacking my bare legs. Finally, at 2:30, I took her back downstairs and put her back in that bathroom so I could actually sleep. Then my son decides to wake me up at 6:30.

Remind me again why I ever thought having anything living in the house with me was a good idea? (Child or cat, your choice)

The disappearing cat: I had mentioned on OT how, on the first night, she "disappeared", and we couldn't find her, until finally I found her behind the dryer. Last night, I had let her out of the bathroom so she could start to learn the house. She went upstairs, and had hid in the closet in Clint's bathroom. I got her out of there, and then shut all the doors upstairs. I really didn't think she would start exploring the WHOLE house that quickly. She hung out on the stairs for a while. I wasn't really concerned about her whereabouts for a while. Then I decided to look for her. (I had also blocked off the entry to the laundry room.) Couldn't find her at all. Clint was asleep on the loveseat, so I didn't really look over in that area very much. After about an hour, Clint woke up and discovered that she was on the love seat with him. She starts exploring again, and next thing I know, she's found out that there is a gap between my stove and the baseboard thingy. I was not aware of this. It took a long time to coax her out from there.

Captain Blade

I'm not crazy about the name, but since I told Clint he could name it, I guess I'll have to suck it up and deal. She loves perching on shoulders and backs.

I got a package! I got a package!

I love my T-shirt! And the the bath fizz thingies, too!

And just for Puffy, I'm posting a pic of the back of the shirt.



Update: I may have lost the t-shirt to my son. He really likes it, too.

Please???

Please let the hot weather go away, and autumn-type weather get here soon. Not only is this heat unbearable, but I went shopping today, and need cooler weather so I can wear my new shirts.







I plan on wearing this under a brown blazer:



I also got 2 new pairs of shoes:

These are called the Breezy leather wedge. I got this color and black.

*hops*

I am the proud owner of two, YES, TWO, Ice Cat bouncies! Woo Hoo!

Well, that sucks

So, last week, I picked up the 2nd book in the Black Jewels trilogy by Anne Bishop. While I was reading the book yesterday, it started coming apart. It came away from the backing in 3 or 4 sections. Do you have any idea how much that bothers my OCD-ness? I can't stand for my books to be messed up like that. I'm going to take it back to Barnes and Noble to see if they will exchange it for a new copy.

Update: Got my new copy of the book. Now I'm having to struggle with my desire for immediate gratification and my need for things to the same. The books in this trilogy are not new releases, but they are re-releasing them, this time in the trade paperback format. Originally, they were in the mass market paperback. As I was looking for this particular title to get my replacement copy, I found that B&N also has all 3 titles in stock, in the mass market paperback format. They also had an ombnibus copy, but that's a different kettle of fish altogether. So. Do I give in to my desire to know Right.Now. how the story ends, and buy the m.m. paperback, or wait until the 3rd title is released in a couple of months in the trade format, so that all 3 of my copies are in the same format. OR... do I just go into B&N, grab a copy of #3, sit down in one of the chairs and read the book now, and then come back my own copy when it's released in trade?

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I didn't make the finals in the tat contest. *pouts*
Oh, well. Guess I'll have to wait until I can afford to pay for it myself, before I get another one.

But I do want to thank all of you who voted and got me as far as I did go. *smooch*

It's quiz time!

I enjoy these quizzes. I know they're totally bogus, but some times, I think the answer is a fairly accurate assessment of me and my personality. And when I was reading this one, I thought, yeah, that's sort of me. I wouldn't complain about portion sizes, though. Then I got to the final statement.

What Your Pizza Reveals

You have a hearty appetite. You are likely to complain if a restaurant has small portions. You consider pizza to be bread... very good bread. You fit in best in the Midwest part of the US. You like food that's traditional and well crafted. You aren't impressed with "gourmet" foods. You are generous, outgoing, and considerate with your choices. You are carefree and friendly. You should consider traveling to Hawaii. The stereotype that best fits you is upper class preppy. You don't anything too ordinary or vulgar.

What Does Your Pizza Say About You?

That is so far off the mark to the point of being ludicrous. ME? Not do anything ordinary or vulgar? Bwahahahahaha! What else would you call a woman who once farted rather loudly in the store, and then turned to her son and said his name in a horrified voice, as if it was he that farted. So there's the vulgar part. And I would say I'm a very ordinary person. I've never done anything super exciting or adventurous or exotic.

Be nice

A lot of times, I don't read the comments on other people's blogs. Unless I'm participating, it seems like eavesdropping on a conversation. Typos & misspelled words amuse me. I just read the comments on someone's blog, and there is a typo/spelling error that made me LOL. I wanted to make fun of it, but I don't want to hurt the person's feelings. It's just... the way they misspelled that word, makes it mean something completely different.

The English language is funny that way. Do other languages have the same quirks? Two words, pronounced the same, spelt differently, two completely different meanings - two words, spelt the same, pronounced differently? Or are the words not really pronounced the same, and it's just my so-called accent?

Anyway... I'm not going to say who made the comment or what it was, because I don't know if the person would take it as a joke, or take it as a snide comment. Since it's someone I really like, and wouldn't hurt for anything, I'm going to be nice.

YES!!!!

I made to round 4!!!!!! You guys are the greatest! I appreciate ya'll voting for me! So, you know, if you have nothing better to do, go vote for #86! *smooch*
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Round 3 - Go vote!

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#86


Woo Hoo! I made it past the second cut into round 3! Thank you all so much for helping me with this!

Randomness

Just call me "wrong way".

Sunday, Arkieboy wanted to go to church where our neighbors go. We had went there once before (last year, I think). I felt pretty confident that I still knew how to get there. Sunday school started at 9:00. At 10 after 8:00, I told Arkieboy I needed to go put gas in the car, and asked if he wanted to come with me, and head on to the church, or if he would prefer I come back by the house and pick him up. He decided to come with me. So, we go to the gas station, and are back on the highway, heading west out of town at 8:23. At 8:29, I'm making a right turn on the road that I was pretty sure was the right one. I know that I will have to make a left turn off of this road. We pass two roads, that I'm sure are not the right ones, and drive a little bit further. I tell Arkieboy that I don't remember driving this far down the road, and maybe this was not the right road. We turn around, and I get back on the main highway, heading further west. When we get to the N.T. bridge, I know I've missed the road somewhere, because we did *NOT* pass under the bridge the first time we went to this church. We turn around and head back towards town. I'm driving slow, and looking at each street sign, checking for the right name. I never see it. I know where that particular street starts, and drive into town to get on that end, and head back west. We follow this road, and come to a left turn. Arkieboy says that's the road. I say no, and keep going straight. Eventually, I see another street sign. Guess what? Yep, another u-turn, and we head back to the road Arkieboy said to turn on. Follow it to the end, which is back on the road we first turned on way up ^there^. Follow it almost to the end, which would put us back on the highway, so I make a quick turn onto the first road we passed earlier, that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. So, one more u-turn, back on to H.Road and turning on the second road that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. Another turn around, get back on H. Road, and we pass one road, that I just don't think is right. We're driving, driving, driving, and I *KNOW* I've gone too far. Turn around AGAIN! Decide I need to try that last road that I thought was wrong. Almost miss it, but still make the turn. It's the right one! Yay! Finally, at 9:20, we've arrived. Did I mention that arkieboy hates being late? I tried to spin it as being 40 minutes early for the church service instead of 20 minutes late for Sunday School. He wasn't buying it. I hate to be late, too, and am not going to walk in somewhere new, and not know where I'm supposed to be when I'm late, so we wait out in the car until a few minutes before 10:00.

After the services, our neighbor invites us to go eat Chinese with them, as several people from the church go eat at this one place after church every Sunday. The first time we went to this church, we went out afterwards with the neighbors to this restaurant. Arkieboy wants to go, so I say sure. As we get out to the car, arkieboy asks if I think we should wait and just follow the neighbors. No, I say, I know where this place is, no problem. I get out on the road, going in the right direction, and this road ends at Hwy ###. I have to turn either right or left. I go left, because I *know* where I'm going. To be funny, as soon as I turn, I say to arkieboy, Oh! I think I should have gone the other way. Ha! Ha! Ha! He wasn't as amused by that as I was. I pass a particular road, and know that I really should have turned right. I turn around and head back. I find the place. Thankfully, the neighbors haven't made it yet.

I had told the neighbor lady about my misdirection when we went inside the church. Somehow, it came up again while we were eating, so I told the amusing story again to everyone at the table, and then had to add the latest misadventure.

After lunch, we walked outside. Arkieboy asks if I know how to get home. Then neighbor lady walks up and asks the same question. Oddly enough, I usually can find my way straight home. (Ok, so there have been a couple of times when I couldn't do it the first attempt.)

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OK, I never thought I would see that.

I had to stop by the store this evening to pick up a particular feminine product. As I am walking down the aisle, there is this guy standing in front of the shelf where this product is displayed. As I get closer, he turns to me and asks if I can help him. Sure. He says "I need the pads with wings. Well, *I* don't need them, but..." He picks up one package and asks if they have wings. They didn't so I showed him on another package what the picture of the winged type look like. He gets what he needs, thanks me, and says he's new to this.

So... a man who will not only buy pads, but will ask someone for help instead of just grabbing the first package he sees before anyone sees him on that aisle. LOL.

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Reality Show message boards

It seems like so many of the forums are so slow this season. Is it because the shows all suck this year? (Seems like that would have more people posting, to bash the shows). Are we all just burnt out? Are people going somewhere else to post?

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Weekend plans

Arkieboy wants to see the Simpsons Movie. He wanted to go to the first showing, which is at noon tomorrow. I Fandango'd a ticket for him, and will take him to the office with me in the morning, and then drop him off on my lunch break. We may go see it together tomorrow evening. That will depend on whether he likes it enough to see it twice. Saturday, after I work out, we will go shopping for school clothes. I will also need to pick up door hinges. Anyone know anything about hanging a door? We were moving the couch from the living room into the bonus room for arkieboy the other night, and had to take the door off the hinges. We couldn't get it back on, and we couldn't remove the pins to try it that way, because the painters who painted the house before I bought it painted all over the hinges and pin. I went and bought some new hinges, but the holes aren't the same as the old one hinges' holes, and I don't want to try to drill more holes. I'm hoping to find some just like the old ones. If not, I will be calling a handyman company, and have them come out and hang the door back for me.

Time to vote again

AACK!!! I gave y'all the wrong number. I've corrected it now. I'm number 86, not whatever I said before!

Yes! Yes! I made the first cut! But I still need your help! Please vote for me again!
Remember this is the tat to vote for, please, please, please!

I think this link will work: to vote for #86!

Happy Birthday to my pride and joy

16 years ago, you came into this world and changed my life for the better. Happy 16th birthday!

Thank you to those of you who have voted for my tattoo. You can vote once per day per email address, and the voting runs through the week. The contest runs for a few weeks, so *crosses fingers that I make the cut* For those of you who haven't voted, why not? Jen posted a link to the voting site in one of her comments in the post below- thank you so much, Jen! I still can't get to that site unless I use your shortcut. Something on my computer must be blocking it from working correctly. Please be sure after you vote to then check your email and verify your vote. Please, please? *puppy dog eyes*

And in an abrupt change of subject, I want this cookbook:

I was at Hastings the other day with arkieboy, and saw this. I didn't buy it because it was $35, and I wanted to wait and see what I could get it for at Barnes & Noble - good thing, with my membership discount, it will cost me $25.16 if I order it online, and since it's over $25, free shipping!

Grabbing thoughts out of the air

I've had several ideas for blog entries, but not when I'm able to blog. Then when I *am* able to blog, I don't remember my brilliant ideas. And trust me, they *were* brilliant. *grin* So, this entry is just going to be a smorgasbord of my thoughts.



Honesty and the lies we tell:

I go on a lot about honesty and how important it is to me. I don't like for people to lie to me. However, I lie on a regular basis. You know, those polite lies we tell. If someone asks how am I, I'm not going to load them down with how crappy things are, I just say I'm fine. But that's not always the truth. Another lie I tell is when people ask me if I'm crying. I hate to cry, and I hate to cry in front of people even more. Sometimes, I'm trying to get it under control, and I CANNOT talk about what made me cry without completely losing it. So if someone asks me if I'm crying, I will look you straight in the face and say no, I'm not.



On being scared:

I was on a business trip last week in Florida. Tuesday night, there was a power outage at the hotel and surrounding area. I'm not scared of the dark, per se, but it's different being in the dark by choice instead of it being forced on you. I could hear people walking up and down the halls and I tried to call my mom's house so I could at least talk to someone, but I kept getting a busy signal.



Time to cut the hair:

My hair is too long for me. It gets in the way when I'm trying to sleep. I'm constantly having to lift it so I'm not laying on it. Then last night? God, I about freaked out. I'm laying in the bed, I have my fans blowing (yes, fans, not fan. I have two fans blowing on me). Suddenly I feel something going across my shoulder blade. I jump up and start slapping at it, because I think it's a bug. A BIG bug. It was my hair, sliding across my skin. Time for a hair cut.



Help me, help me:

OK, so a local radio station is having a tattoo contest. You upload a pic of your tat, the listener's get to vote on who has the "biggest, baddest" one, and the winner gets a $250 gift certificate from Lone Wolf Body Art. I've uploaded this pic:

The voting starts Monday. Please, please, please, go to
1059.com and vote for my tat. I don't care that mine's not the biggest, baddest one, I want that gift certificate. I'm currently #29 of 39 if you view the gallery. There are some that are really cool, that if I wasn't entering, I would vote for. Others are pretty crappy looking. Or at least, the pic they submitted is crap. So, please, please, please, help me win so I can get another tat.

What's up with this writing in Hindi option?

हस अन्योने त्रिएद थिस? <---That says Has anyone tried this?

I go get arkieboy this weekend. I'm renting a friggin cargo van to go down there and haul his stuff back up here. I'm wondering how bad it's going to be to try to drive?

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

zombie (1x)

Expressing myself

You know, I've never been good at expressing myself. I have a hard time putting into words the thoughts going through my mind. Most times, it doesn't bother me. The arrogant part of me couldn't give a damn if others understand what I mean. Another part of me knows that people who *really* know and care about me, know enough to engage me and dig further to get to what I'm trying to say. But some times, I'm really frustrated by this weakness of mine.

Today is one of those times. Something was posted on OT that I wanted to address so badly, but I know I just don't have the words to express myself clearly, and it's driving me crazy. This is one of those things that I feel should not go unaddressed (which it hasn't, in that others have addressed it), but I want to express *MY* opinion. But it's one of those issues that push people's hot buttons, and I don't want to set anyone off by not stating my position clearly and being misunderstood. Now, if I was able to make my point succinctly, and someone who understood me clearly but got set off anyway, Oh, fucking well, get over it.

I know... you've missed the quizzes, haven't you?

You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"We saved the world. I say we have to party."

What Superheroine Are You?

You are Barefoot!

You're a total free spirit, go with the flow girl You can't be restricted by shoes for very long And unsuprisingly, the same goes for men Your match is out there - and he's as carefree as you are

What Kind Of Women's Shoe Are You?

You Are A Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Girl

Popular. Friendly. Fun.

What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?

You've Been Totally Ruined by American Culture

When people think "Dumb American," they're pretty much thinking you. Whether you know it or not, you've bought into the American way - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Your life comes down to working way too hard for cheap consumer goods... and distracting yourself with trashy pop culture. It's a pretty empty existence if you step back and think about it. You've got to change if you want your life to be more than standing in line at Wal-mart.

Has American Culture Ruined You?

You Are An Attention Seeker

You're only human, so you can't help but want a little attention every now and then. You love the spotlight, but only when it's well deserved. You'd hate to be known for the wrong thing. And you also don't mind sharing the spotlight. You can easily give someone else credit or a complement. You know there's enough attention to go around, and it makes you happy when your friends shine. You come across as: Friendly and interesting People may wrongly think you're: A little more modest than you actually are!

Are You An Attention Whore?