Hey, Z'Baby!

*wink* Are you turned on yet?

(only for you would I google monkey butt)

Pleasant little dream

I had a couple of nice dreams last night. Of course, by now, I'm left with just vague memories of what the dreams were, but they were nice. Not sex dreams, though. In the dream, I was in a relationship with a really nice guy, who was also quite cute. This is not someone I know IRL. We were just hanging out together at my house, cuddling on the couch while I did some paperwork. (Sorry, that's all I remember - except for him asking me where I keep my matchbox cars.)

*points up* That's what I hate the most about being alone. Don't get me wrong, I hate not having sex, too, but I really hate not having someone to just BE with.

Follow up on Honesty Post

I have really enjoyed all your responses to my question about how you interact with people you don't like. Some of the responses made me want to delve a little deeper.

What do you do when the person you don't like has something bad happen to them? I don't mean anything seriously tragic like death or being struck by a major catastrophe or being diagnosed with a serious disease. More along the lines of they put in for a promotion and didn't get it, or things like that.

I have to admit, I don't care. If I don't like you, and you didn't get the job you wanted, I laugh to myself. And if you post something on a message board about it, I don't post any comments whatsoever. I just cannot express sympathy that I don't truly feel. And I can't or don't feel sympathy for people I don't like. And I'm not completely sure that I would express any sympathy for the more tragic events, either. I truly am a cold-hearted bitch sometimes. Or I'm extremely passionate. You know? I love completely and whole-heartedly, and I hate the same way.

I also wonder sometimes about the responses to pics posted on OT. People post pics of themselves, their SO, their children, and everyone responds with how hot the poster is, how hot the SO is, and cute the children are, and I wonder... Do you really feel that way? Or are you being nice? Don't get me wrong, I would never tell someone I thought their kid was ugly, I wouldn't tell them their SO was ugly, etc, but I'm not going to gush all over someone, saying how gorgeous they are, when they're just average looking. (Or in some cases, uglier than a monkey's ass. *waves to Catt* she knows who I mean.) We had a discussion in someone's blog (don't remember whose it was. Hell, it might have been mine!) about a particular set of oobies, and how they weren't as fantastic as the owner of said oobies seems to think. But every time that pic gets posted, the men just drool and fall all over themselves to say how hot they are. And it makes me wonder if they really mean that, or is it just saying it to bolster someone's ego.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I really don't interact well socially with people.

Oops! I forgot something else that I wanted to address. Some of you had commented that you find out that you had had the wrong idea about someone you didn't initially like. I understand that. I think I tend to like most people to start off with and think the best of them, and then it's as I get to see more of them, that I realize that I was wrong that way. That they aren't as nice or whatever as I thought. Or they just become more and more annoying to me. And I know this is an incredibly arrogant statement that I'm about to make, but I'm being honest here. Let me make a disclaimer first: I do not expect my friends to like who I like, and dislike who I dislike. They may see something in someone (good or bad) that I don't see, and vice versa. However, sometimes there are some people that I dislike so much, that I really question the judgement of people who seem to like them. Seriously. It's like, are we not listening to the same person? Can you not see what an ass this person is?

Honesty.

Do you think people know what you truly think about them? I don't just mean the people you care about, knowing how much you do care, and appreciate them, but the people you don't like. Do they know you don't like them?

Isn't there some level of dishonesty in being friendly to people when you truly despise them? *sigh* I dunno... I am almost always nice to people, no matter what I feel about them. And I think people are led to believe that I'm friends with them because of that. I think that makes me a hypocrite and 2-faced. It's strange, I'm nicer to people I don't like than I am to people I like. The more comfortable I am with someone, the more likely I am to pop off rude remarks sometimes.

Well, that's enough of deep thoughts for me.

Monkey Ass!!!

Introducing...

Kolton Louis

For Catt, and she knows why

Blah, blah, blah, I know more than you... *grin*

twig

drifting drifting
skimming along the top
bumping against others
but never stopping
moving on
out of sight
gone

Hey, Coco!

Good news! My sister, who found she was pregnant with her 2nd child around the same time you found out you were pregnant, and was given the same original due date that you were given, is in the hospital right now having the baby! Maybe this will be one more thing the two of you have in common with your pregnancies!

UPDATE: At 3:27 this afternoon, Kolton Lewis entered this world. He weighed 9 pounds, 8 ounces. Mother and son are doing fine.

(not sure if she's spelling it Lewis or Louis)

Was I the only one who didn't know...

what a fuckbench was? (And was curious enough to go google it?)

It's Mine!

With many, many thanks to my parents for loaning me the money, and for finding the car! It's a 99 Malibu, and I LOVE it! It takes a little getting used to, after driving that Tempo for about 10 years. The windshield is set a little differently, so it kind of messes with my vision, as far as other road traffic.

For dragonflies: My floormats and steering wheel cover. I also have the matching seat covers.

Dammit!

I don't want to go to work today! I want to stay home and play!!!

Well, enough *pouting*... I must be leaving now, or I will be dreadfully late!

Merry Christmas!

Quizzes

Your New Year's Resolutions

1) Get a pet iguana 2) Eat more escargot 3) Travel to Italy 4) Study marine biology 5) Get in shape with ballet

What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?

You Christmas Stocking Will Be Filled with Money

You've either been really really good this year... Or Santa is trying to pay you off!

What Will Be In Your Christmas Stocking?

You Are a Christmas Sweater!

Over the top, colorful, and totally flashy. You're not afraid to be a little tacky.

What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?

You Are a Traditional Christmas Tree

For a good Christmas, you don't have to re-invent the wheel. You already have traditions, foods, and special things you bring out every year.

What Christmas Tree Are You?

You Were Nice This Year!

You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list. You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year. Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good. Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?

Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?

Your Christmas is Most Like: The Muppet Christmas Carol

You tend to reflect on Christmas past, present, and future... And you also do a little singing.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

So many things racing around

in my head, I don't know if I will be able to get them all out and on the blog. But first...

Hey, MM! Why didn't you tell us that a tell-all book had been written about you?

from the office Christmas party last night

Me

















J & M (two of the women in my department) & me


















M, A (my boss), and me

*Looks around*

Ok, you asked for it....




*flash*
















And if you were not able to keep yourself from vomiting, PLEASE, I request that you clean up after yourself. I have a horribly weak stomach, and well, vomit makes me vomit.

Just to clear things up...

This?



















Is why nekkid pics of me would be a bad idea.

Now, if I still looked like I did when I was 20:





















It would still be a bad idea.

You've got mail!

Last Thursday when I pulled up in my driveway, I could see a package sitting on my porch. As soon as I got in the door, and dropped my purse, I ripped into it! Yay! I had chocolate chip-banana bread! And let me tell you, IT.WAS.DELICIOUS! I had considered maybe taking some of it in to the office and sharing, but instead, I ate it all. I mean, not all of it on Thursday - it did last through the weekend! I enjoyed it so much! Thank you, thank you, HD!

Then yesterday, I pull up and I have another package! Woo Hoo! This was from Chris (Woe)! She sent me some cookbooks! I lvoe them! Thank you so much, Chris! I can't wait to try some of those soup recipes!

I love getting mail. At least when it isn't requests for my money and demands for my money. *grin*

For you, and you know who you are

I know, you're probably all wishing I hadn't taken the video down, but I felt it was time. *grin*

weekend quizzes

You Are Dancer

Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance. Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer. Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Your 2005 Song Is

Beverly Hills by Weezer "My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little whack And my friends are just as screwy as me" You breezed through 2005 in your own funky style!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you. Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times. At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?

You taste like chicken. Your succulent thighs,
legs, wings, and breasts melt in the mouth.
Your crunchy outer coating barely hides the
juiciness within.


How do you taste?
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You are most like Psyche, the princess who married
Cupid, the god of love. Though not a goddess,
she symbolizes the soul. Her mother-in-law,
Aphrodite/Venus doesn't like Psyche and tries
to ruin the marriage, but fails. Psyche made a
mistake and let her curiosity get the better of
her, but she proved her devotion to Cupid, who
loved her, even though her mistake injured him.
Cupid and Psyche represent the heart and soul
coming together.


What Greek/Roman Goddess are you? With anime pictures and detailed explanations.
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I have updated the link... it should work now...

update

The car didn't pan out. When my parents went to look again, they found that the horn didn't work and the front seat belts had been removed. Also, my mom noticed that the bolts and metal where the seat is fastened to the floorboard had a few rust spots. The carpet looked very very clean (like it had been replaced) but the seats had a lot of cigarette burns in it. There was a spot on the ground underneath the car that made my dad think it might have an oil leak. The engine was extremely clean, though. There were a few other things, so they decided that it would probably not be a good idea to get that car. My dad wanted to know if I wanted to borrow money to get my car fixed. *shakes head* I just can't see putting any more money into this car. I have had the exhaust thingy worked on (I think) about 10 or 11 times since I've had the car. I don't understand why one thing keeps messing up like that, but it's just time to move on.

my mind

Sometimes I feel like that *points up* is the way my brain is. Things just slip right out through all the holes. I had a thought of something I wanted to say earlier tonight. It wouldn't have been an entire blog posting. More like just an odds and ends type of post - I was just going to save it until I had a few things like that to post. Now? I cannot remember what the heck I was going to say.

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My parents are absolutely the best. Not only did they let Clint move in with them when he was so unhappy living here in Tennessee, not only did they loan me money when I needed it for the attorney and Clint's dad had to buy his then-GF a car instead of helping with the attorney's fees, not only are they always there for me when I need them, but they are going to maybe buy me a car, and let me pay them back when I can. It's a 94 Escort, and the guy is asking $1600 for it. My dad saw it when they were out today, and is going to go back tomorrow to talk to the man selling it, and to look at it closer. If it looks like it will be a good car, he' s going to buy it for me. I had said that I would NEVER have another Ford after the one I currently have (91 Tempo), but like I told my mom - I don't care what kind of car, I don't care what it looks like, just as long as it is reliable.

I feel bad, though, that here I am, 39 years old, and still having to have my parents help me out so much. What really makes it bad, is they are both retired, and living on Social Security. (Actually, I'm not completely sure if my Mom is drawing her SS yet.) I make a fairly decent salary, and I should be helping them instead. I feel like such a lowlife sometimes.

Death, and a little bit of religion

This is one of those posts that I'm not sure why I feel the need to share this. Maybe I want to know if I'm truly some kind of pyschopath or someone who has no deep emotions. But it's how I feel. This is me, like it or not.

Sometimes, I feel like I am the only person who thinks and feels the way I do about some things. I have never come across anyone who expresses the same view about death as I do.

When people find out someone has cancer or some other fatal disease, and go on about it being a death sentence, I just don't feel the same. I mean, the person was dying anyway. We are all dying from the moment our life begins. I don't know why people let death surprise them. You have to know it's going to happen anyway.

I don't cry when people die, either. Sometimes I think I must be an iceberg inside. But I just don't have tears in that instance, normally. When I was younger, I would think of other things to make me cry at a relative's funeral. People assume you must not care if you don't cry. One thing I don't understand is when people who are Christian talk about how tragic it is when someone else (who they say is Christian) dies. If they are a Christian, then based on the Christian beliefs, aren't they now in heaven? How can that be tragic?

Years ago, when I was still working at the nursing home in Sheridan, there had been a horrible car wreck, and a man was killed. The receptionist and the activity director were talking about how sad it was, and the AD says, "and for it to happen to a good Christian man!" OK, back on Christian beliefs... a Christian dies and goes to heaven. A non-Christian goes to hell. So, thinking that it's worse that a Christian died instead of a non-saved person? Isn't that a rather non-Christian view point? I mean, wouldn't it be better for someone to have the chance to become a Christian instead of dying and burning in hell forever, if that is your personal beliefs of what happens? I had other differences with the activity director and her judgment of how others were good Christians or not. At Christmas time, several of the churches would ask to adopt some of the residents to make sure they received presents, etc, and weren't forgotten. One of the larger churches had not contacted her to do this that year, and she was making disparaging remarks about how "they call themselves Christians". I made the observation that perhaps God was leading them to help some of his other children. Heh. She didn't speak to me again for a couple of days.

I believe that death does not suddenly change the way a person was while alive. If they were an asshole while living, they do not become a saint in my eyes just because they are dead.

I find it hard to get upset over the deaths of people I either don't know, or really have no attachment to. I also find it suspect when others become so distraught in these cases. (I know, rather judgmental on my part - but then, they are also judging me in the same instance, and declaring me to be a cold-hearted non-feeling bitch.)
Two examples: When I worked as a nurse's aide back in '87, there was this one woman who would be so devastated everytime one of the residents passed away, that she couldn't finish her shift and would go home. Because she cared soooo much about the residents. Even the ones who had just entered the facility 3 days before, and that she hadn't even worked with before they passed. I always thought if she cared so much, why didn't she suck it up, and take care of the other residents that still needed her? I thought it was really very selfish on her part. I also couldn't believe that she got away with it all the time.
Second example: When working in the regional office, there was this one woman in the operations side that no one in the financial department liked. Everyone despised this woman. A couple of us had met her husband on one occasion, but the rest of us never did. He died in a car wreck. That day, most of the operations people were out of the office, and there was only five or six of us in the office. Three of them were so overcome and distraught about the death of this man that they didn't know, that they had to leave work immediately. My supervisor had asked if I needed to go home. I rather rudely asked why would I? I'm sorry, it was sad, it was tragic, but I didn't even know the man. Why would I be unable to work? *shrugs*

My OCD-ness

I had made a comment about being OCD in Seana's blog when I offered to loan her some books. I really get anal about my books. Actually, it's anything that comes in a set or series. I cannot stand when a glass or plate from a set gets broke. It bothers me to the point that I will go buy another set, and never use the incomplete set again. For a while, I was this way about my flatware, too. I would actually count the spoons and forks when putting them away after washing them. If one was missing, I would not do anything else until I found the missing item.
When I find an author or recording artist that I enjoy, I usually end up buying all of their works. Even if some are not to my taste. And in the case of books, they all have to be either hard cover or paperback copies. Right now, I have the complete works of Carol O'Connell, and it is driving me crazy that my copy of her latest book is hard cover, and the rest are paperback. I couldn't wait to read the book until they released the paperback version. It is out in paperback now, and I will be buying it. Also, the second most recent one, I have in both paperback and hard cover. I will be giving away the two hard cover copies. Otherwise, I will be tempted to get all of her novels in the hard cover. It really bothers me that my copies of the first two Harry Potter novels are paperback and the rest are hard cover.

I try to keep my paperbacks sorted by genre and alphabetically by author, then by release date. I have run out of room where I store them, and now they are all stacked up in no kind of order. This bugs me. I think I have found some shelving solution at Wal-Mart (that's right, I shop at Wal-Mart, and I am not ashamed!). I can't decide if I want to buy the item I found, because while it will work, it's not really what I want. So, do I spend the money on this, or wait until I find and can afford, what I really want? (Which is a bookcase or two - preferably a rustic, southwestern look to them.)

Way back, when I was a teenager and until shortly after I got married, I had a massive collection of albums. I kept them sorted by genre, artist and release date, too. I also maintained a list. I didn't have a computer back then, so I had to use a manual typewriter to keep this list. So, every so often I would have to re-type it. And then if I found that I omitted one record, or didn't have it in the right location on the list, I would start all over.

It manifests itself when I do laundry or dishes, too. It really makes me crazy for me to spend my time cleaning, getting all the dishes done, and then someone come in and get a glass and get a drink. When I'm doing laundry, I will go put on my nightclothes, so I can wash whatever I was wearing, so that ALL the clothes are clean. I think that's part of why I don't clean my house that often, because if it can't be 100% spotless, it bugs me. It's either all or nothing. If I'm going to clean, then everything has to be clean. Otherwise, I won't do any.

Once I start organizing something, it all has to be just so. When I worked in medical records at the nursing home, all the papers had to be lined up just so in the file. They had to be straight, and you had to be able to see the label of each file.

One big post or several little ones?

I have had several ideas for blog posts this past week, and am not sure if I should just throw them all into one post, or make several posts. And then, do I post them all at once, or spread them out? Plus, I'm not really sure about posting a couple of them. One of them, I'm n0t truly sure of my motivation in posting it. Do I just want to express my thoughts on this subject, do I want to start a dialogue on it, do I want to know if others feel this way, or is it an attempt to push people away? The second one, I'm afraid might hurt someone's feelings. I had posted a reply on someone else's blog, and then wished I hadn't, because in all truthfulness, I really feel quite strongly about NOT commenting on that type of thing.

Time with Arkieboy

If you disregard the reason why Arkieboy and I were together this week, I have to say that this was a very good time. My son is becoming a man. I look at him, and I wonder when did this happen? When did my sweet darling baby start growing up on me? He is almost as tall as me now. I think I may still have 1/2 to 1-inch on him still, but it won't be long before he is taller than me.

About 2-3 months ago, Clint started going to church, and got saved. I'm very happy for him. I've often felt like I was failing as his parent, in that I don't go to church at all anymore, and you could probably count on one hand how many times I took him to church. So I am very glad that he made the decision on his own to attend church. But you know, the newly religious can be quite fervent in their desire to share their new knowledge with you. Clint picked up my bible out of the bookcase, and asked me when was the last time I read it. I honestly answered that I had no idea. My son then proceeded to give me a brief lecture on how I needed to read my bible daily. Based on what I was taught as a Christian, I know he is right, but I'm just not at that place in my life right now. So, I am having to carefully walk the tightrope and not discourage him, because I want him to live a good life, and I do think that having God in your life is important. But I also don't want to be lectured and preached to on a regular basis. We listened to Christian music almost all week.

Clint worked on cleaning out my pantry for me. He was rummaging through it, and asked me if I wanted some hot cocoa. Then he says, ewww! this has an expiration date of (something, something) 2003! So I told him to throw it away. He then started going through a lot of the stuff in there. The oldest item he found (that had a date, anyway) was a bottle of salad dressing that had a best if used by date of 2001. Clint asked if he should throw this stuff away or if I wanted to donate it to a food bank. My view on this is if I won't eat it because I'm concerned it wouldn't be safe, then how could I expect someone else to eat it? Just because a person may need some assistance, doesn't mean they should be expected to take someone's garbage. Clint threw away a tall kitchen-size bag of food. He only worked on one or two of the shelves. I guess I need to finish the job.

I gave Clint a shave while he was up here. He shaves, but doesn't do a very good job of it on his neck. I was telling him he needed to do that, and asked if he wanted me to shave him. His reply was that I don't know how to shave somebody. As I told him, I worked as a nurse's aide in the nursing home for 2 years. So, I did have some experience in shaving men. After the shave, I asked how it felt, and he said it was better than he ever did. I tried to get him to say, "Mom, you're right", but that was just a losing battle. *grin*

I had been putting off going to see the Harry Potter movie, because I was pretty sure that Clint would want to see it. He wanted to see Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Watch, and the Wardrobe instead. However, that movie doesn't open here until the 9th. He decided he wanted to see First Descent, a documentary on snowboarding. I said something about maybe I would go see something else then. He said that was ok, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he really wanted me to watch the movie with him. I realized that we don't spend enough time with each other, and it was selfish of me to want to go see something else instead of going to the movie with him. I know we wouldn't be able to talk during the movie, but at least we would be spending time with each other. Actually we were able to talk during the movie, because there were only two other people in the theater. Clint and I were at the very top row, and the other two people were down at the bottom of the theater, so we would whisper back and forth about some of the interesting things. The movie wasn't that bad. I wouldn't actually recommend it to anyone, unless they were really into snowboarding and the top names of snowboarding, but it was still cool.

I would dearly love to know what Clint said during his visit with the doctor Friday. After she finished with him, she had me come back for a minute. She made a comment about how Clint's father has not been a very good influence on him, and that Clint has been exposed to things he shouldn't have been. Clint never says a lot about what he and his dad do when they're together, and I try not to push it. He will sometimes just let things out if I just listen, and don't actually question him. I have known that his dad is not a good influence based on some of the advice he has given Clint over the years, but I didn't know he was such a dumbass that I needed to worry about him exposing Clint to whatever he has exposed him to (I'm guessing girly magazines, and probably some porn. Definitely has told him things that he shouldn't.) Some of the fine advice he has given Clint in the past has included: when Clint was having trouble with a kid picking on him in the 3rd grade by knocking his books out of his hands, etc, his dad told him to ask him to stop once, and then if he does it again, "just take him out". I had to have a meeting with the after-school care program director because of that one. Then, when Clint got into this trouble, his dad told him to tell the judge the only reason he admitted to the detectives that he did it, was because he was scared and confused and just told them what he thought they wanted to hear so he could go home. Thankfully, Clint passed that little tidbit on to me and my mom, so I could squash that before Clint appeared before the judge.

update

We had the original judge, not the crabby panties judge from the last time! We were in and out in minutes. I have to come back for an administrative review (to see what the doctor has recommended, etc) in January, but Clint doesn't have to come to that one.

Thank you all for all the positive thoughts and vibes and prayers. I love you all!

Positive thoughts, please

I had put this on my private blog, and then decided I really need more positive thoughts than that one would generate.

Clint has a court date this week. I'm nervous, because that's the what I do. I get nervous, and freak out, and always expect the worst possible outcome. I don't know if I mentioned it, but at the last court date, we had a different judge. He was a total asshole. I have a feeling he's not going to be real happy this time either. I was supposed to have the psycho-sexual evalution done on Clint before this court date. However, the pyschologist we went to, does it in two office visits. The 2nd half won't be done until the day after we have to be in court.

I will be in and out all week. I have to drive down to Arkansas tomorrow, back to Tennessee Wednesday. Court Thursday, Dr's appt Friday, back to Arkansas after that, and then back to Tennessee either Saturday or Sunday. Hoping I don't get stopped anytime, because my tags expire on the 30th, and I will not have the renewals. I have to get my car fixed so it will pass the required emissions test in order to get the new tags. And I just don't have the money. I'm hoping they will be able to just weld the thing back together, which won't cost that much, but I'm afraid the mechanic will tell me it has to be replaced, blah, blah, blah, which will cost anywhere from $600 to $1000 (based on past experience). I had planned on trying to replace the car, or get it fixed last month, but had to use my IRP payment to have the house power-washed to appease the HOA. I really, really don't want to put anymore money out on this car. It's just not worth it.

I really have more whining to do, but I've got to leave and head to work now.

There really is such a thing as too hairy

While googling for "Bigfoot", "Yeti", and "Sasquatch", I ran across these two pics. Warning: the following pics may induce severe vomiting.

OK, are you ready? Don't say I didn't warn you....
































I keep thinking that all that hair CAN'T be real.
















This one cracks me up, because of the one smooth line that would be at the waistline, I think...

Letting go

Letting go is so hard. I don't like to let go. Once someone is a part of my life, a part of my heart, I want to keep them in it. I have to let go of my feelings for someone, because while I felt one way, he didn't. I refused to see that until it was much too late, and because of my refusal to accept that it would not be, I lost a very dear friend.

Life really sucks sometimes.

eye candy for Zombie & MM

Yeah, I'm virginal-like *snort*

OK, I had to take the Madonna video out. It was getting on my nerves.

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From reading the blogs tonight, I've got a question. How many is too many? 5? 10? 15?

It wouldn't be the weekend without some lame-o quizzes, now would it?

Foghorn Leghorn!
You scored 71 Aggression, 57 Sophistication, and 14 Optimism!

Sophisticated, eloquent, stately, you are a gentleman or lady of high caliber who is both action oriented and probably quite intelligent. However, any drive or ambition you might have is undercut by a deeply held cynicism and dim view of human nature. This can give you the appearance of being lazy or shifty. You would argue, however, that you are merely saving yourself for something actually worth your effort. At times you might be tempted to go out of your way to create more challenging situations without actually altering the fundamental structure of your life. For example you might try to con someone into doing a task for you when simply doing the task yourself might be far easier. Unfortunately for you efforts like this are largely self-defeating. You’d probably feel far better about yourself if you raised your ambitions and tried to find tasks truly challenging that accomplish something positive.



You scored higher than 66% on Aggression
You scored higher than 29% on Sophistication
You scored higher than 0% on Optimism

Link: The Which Looney Tune Are You Test written by coolguy3000 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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Bassett/Blood Hound
You scored 66% Loyal and 69% Independant!
You are most like these breeds:

Basset Hound:

Originated in England, this breed is independent but sociable, calm, patient and playful. They make great playmates for children, and are happy just to be part of the family. They aren't looking to climb the corporate ladder, but look forward to being part of their very special crowd.

Blood Hound:

Originated in Belguim, this breed is independent, gentle and affectionate. The Bloodhound barks loudly but infrequently. It is well-known for its good scenting nose. They greet visitors happily and live in harmony with other dogs and household pets. Bloodhounds are not overly obedient. A great deal of patience and tact is required to live and train this dog. Genreally a 'good old boy' and a happy free spirit wrapped into one.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 8% on Loyalty

You scored higher than 46% on Independence

Link: The What Breed Of Dog Are You Test written by JubileeHannah on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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Your French name is
~Congele~
which means 'frozen'.
People like to call you antisocial and mean, but
you really just like to be alone. Although they
don't realize that, just like everybody else,
all you want is to be accepted. But since no
one sees this, you like the company of you and
you alone.


What is your French name?
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Remus Lupin
You are looking for someone sweet, intelligent, and
understanding. Although he may have big
troubles to overcome, with you by his side this
wolfman will at least have a non-judgmental,
loving romance.


Who is your Harry Potter love match? (for girls)
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You're Skittles. You're a colorful and popular
person who loves hanging out with friends!


What type of Candy are you?
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*sob* My reputation is ruined!

I just cannot believe this...
I work with a group of people that will eat ANY.THING! Or at least that's what I have always thought. But today it was discovered that there is actually something they won't eat. And as it turns out, I'm the one who prepared that.which.won't.be.eaten. LOL!

Our department decided to have a mini-potluck today, and just have finger foods and snacks to nosh on all day. I decided that I would experiment with a recipe and try to make it low-fat and sugar free. I also made it tasteless. *grin* I don't know if any of you have ever had no-bake oatmeal cookies (also called boiled cookies or chocolate crunches, etc), but this is something that I have and enjoyed all my life. It's sugar, milk (evaporated works best), and butter, brought to a boil and poured over oats, peanut butter, cocoa and vanilla, then dropped on wax paper or buttered plates. And? it is delicious! Well, as I said, I decided to try to make it more "diet" friendly. So I substituted fat-free evaporated milk, reduced fat peanut butter, and Splenda (which is supposed to be able to replace sugar measure for measure). I also made a batch of it the regular way, and took both in. I knew the diet version was not going to be great, because the splenda/milk mixture didn't seem to produce as much liquid as the sugar/milk mixture does, and it was difficult to make sure all the oats and cocoa was moistened. I didn't care for the taste, but I made my co-workers try them, too. We decided if it was too gross, we would just take that batch to the upstairs breakroom. J didn't care for it, M doesn't eat oatmeal cookies anyway and wouldn't try it, and T said she thought it was good. After we had been munching a while, we decided to invite some of the other departments over, because we had way too much food, anyway. B & D, a couple of the IT guys, came over and fixed themselves a plate. I noticed that B had gotten into the diet cookies. So I went to ask him what he thought. He gets this funny look on his face, and says they were all right. So I told him about trying the sugar-free, low fat route, and then he says that he didn't realize it was low-fat and when he bit into it, his first thought was that he had had better. Anyway, I decide to take those upstairs, and so I snuck them up there. I really did not want everyone to know that I had made those. A little while later, D - one of the accountants comes by, and gets one of the good cookies. We tell her about the others, and she says she will try them when she goes back upstairs. After lunch, she comes back by our department. Someone asked if she tried them, and what she thought. She makes a face, and just says, well... I start laughing. Then she says that she had been encouraging everyone upstairs to try them, and telling them that I was the one who made them. OMG! I tell her she wasn't supposed to tell anyone that I made them! Then I say, well, I've got to take the good cookies upstairs to save my reputation! I can't have them thinking I can't make good cookies!
Oh, the shame and humiliation! These people are like human garbage disposals, and will eat almost anything put in the break room, but they drew the line at my diet cookies! *sob*

Weekend quiz time

I've added some more quizzes at the bottom...

I was tempted to go back and re-do this quiz, but I thought y'all would enjoy the result I got.

Unicorn You scored 20% Esotericism, 20% Power, and 24% Malevolence!

The unicorn is a legendary animal. It is usually portrayed as a slender, white horse with a spiraling horn on its forehead, although its appearance and behavior differs, depending on the location. In the west it was usually considered wild and untamable, while in the Orient it was peaceful, meek and thought to be the bringer of good luck. There it is usually depicted as a goat-like creature, with cloven hooves and a beard. In Japan it is called Kirin, and in China Ki-lin. The word "unicorn" is based on the Hebrew word re'em ("horned animal"), in early versions of the Old Testament translated as "monokeros", meaning "one horn", which became "unicorn" in English. The creature is possibly based on the rhinoceros or the narwhal, a marine creature with one horn.

Link: The Mythological Profile Test written by LacedWithASmile on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

You're On Your Way!
Congratulations! You are 23% CANADIAN!!
Wow, you did pretty well! Not everyone can know everything! Even the most clever of Canadians, get stumped sometimes. Very impressive-- but brush up a little bit!



You scored higher than 11% on canadapos

Link: The Could YOU Be Canadian Test written by vivsta on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Erotic Thriller

You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you. Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you. Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

Your Eyes Should Be Blue

Your eyes reflect: Innocence and sweetness What's hidden behind your eyes: A calculating mind

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed


What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Laughing/Humorous Smile

People love to be
around you because you're a lot of fun. YOUR
smile makes OTHER people smile. You're most
likely one of the funniest and fun to be around
people around. When you're having a good time,
your amazing smile shows it!


What kind of smile do you have?
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Swiped these from Alice's blog

You Are The Stuffing

You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together. People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.

What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

You Are Pumpkin Pie

You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special

What Kind of Pie Are You?

eye candy for carey

Onions are bad

So, I had to go get arkieboy this weekend to bring him up here for an appointment to get the evaluation that the court ordered. So, I drive down to Arkansas Saturday (after going to my Weight-Watchers meeting - lost another 3 pounds, which brings me to a loss of 12.4 in twelve weeks, and 53 pounds since last year when the doctor told me I really needed to lose or risk full-blown diabetes and all the joys that come with that - and then to work for an hour, because after all, I am the only one who knows how to do my job, and a task had to be done and couldn't wait until I get back on Thursday), spend the night at my parents, and drive back Sunday with arkieboy. (I was in a hurry to get back home, so I didn't shower Sunday morning before heading out - which means I didn't wash my hair either, so not only was I not shower fresh, my hair looked bad.) We had went through the drive-through at a McDonald's, and I got the Big'N'Tasty, which comes with loaded with onions. So, after consuming that, I had major onion breath. Well, when I get to Fairview (about 30 miles from home) I pull off to get gas (it's cheaper there than it is in Franklin). After pumping my gas, I go in to get the free coffee that they give when you buy gas. I'm waiting in line, there's a cute guy waiting behind me. Arkieboy walks up and stands by me for a few minutes (and is wearing a shirt that has the name of the town he's living in, on it). After he walks off, cute guy asks if that's in Arkansas. I say yes, he talks to me for a minute. But I still have onion breath. Cuz you know, when you can smell your own breath, you KNOW it is bad! So, there I am, unclean, wearing slobby clothes (hell, I was just going to be driving!) hair needing a shampoo (I HAVE to wash my hair everyday or it looks bad), and possessing dragon-breath. No wonder I don't get asked out. *shrugs*

One of these days, I'm going to finally clue in to the fact that I need to take more care with my appearance, etc, all the time!

quizzie time

Your Heart Is Orange

Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love. And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone. Your flirting style: Hyper Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for! Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded What you bring to relationships: Energy

What Color Heart Do You Have?

Did OKCupid just call me fat?

Snuffleupagus You scored 56% Organization, 46% abstract, and 45% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are somewhat organized, both concrete and abstract, and both introverted and extroverted. I bet you didn't think you were Snuffleupagus. Let's find out why. You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Alloyius Snuffleupagus (and all Snuffleupagus') is not sloppy by nature, but he moves so incredibly slowly that it is impossible for him to be totally organized. You both are about equally concrete and abstract thinkers. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. Snuffy generally has very basic interests, but he explores his abstract sensitive side when he plays his snuffleflute. You both are somewhat introverted. Originally Snuffleupagus was very shy and was only Big Bird's invisible friend. However as he has aged he has started to build new friendships with new characters. Like Snuffy, you probably like to have some time to yourself. However, you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations. The other possible characters are Oscar the Grouch Big Bird Cookie Monster Ernie Elmo Kermit the Frog Grover The Count Guy Smiley Bert If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win!

Which Sesame Street Character are you?

"borrowed" from HD's blog

You are a Social Liberal (61% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (31% permissive) You are best described as a: Democrat Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

This surprises me. I thought I was conservative.

ARGH!

OK, I try to give people the benefit of a doubt. And I do admire people who have the strength of their convictions, that they don't back down on their beliefs in the face of opposition. But that person at that place has just posted enough of pure drivel that even I have questioned him in a deep end post. So, now it's not a choice, but it's a result of environmental factors that people are gay?
WTF???

Let me grab a few of these thoughts

The other day, I was looking at some accounts for one of our facilities, and noticed a couple of the last names. OK, there are people with the last name of Black, Brown, White, Gray, Green... why don't you ever meet someone whose last name is Purple? or Yellow? Or Orange?
Does any one else ever wonder about weird stuff like that? BTW, I think I may just change my last name to Fuschia. *grin*

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My anti-socialness or my need for solitude (as I prefer to call it) came rushing to the front today at work. There's this one bookkeeper at one of our facilities in Arkansas that I always have a fun time with in our phone conversations. And we send a lot of snarky emails back and forth, and it's all just fun. She is transferring up here to the corporate office. She and her husband are renting a house in my sub-division. She will be living just a couple of blocks from me. She called me today, wanting to know my house number. She & hubby will be moving some stuff up this weekend, and said if hubby got on her nerves or she just needed a break, she might just come to visit. Here's the thing... I don't do "unexpected guests". For one thing, I don't always have the house clean. And if I'm having company, I want the house CLEAN. Seriously, if people just drop by, and my house is not 'company-ready', I won't let them in. I will step out on my porch and talk to them, but they are not coming in. I don't care if it's freezing outside. Plus, the weekends are my time to just chill out... Some weekends, I don't even get dressed. I don't step outside for even a minute. And for someone to say they "MIGHT" just drop by... EEEKKKK!

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Yay!!! When I stopped by the grocery store this evening on my way home from work (needed light bulbs and batteries), I went down the aisle for books & magazines. I will sometimes buy a book there (normally go to Barnes & Nobles so I can use my discount card). I see that the latest Katie MacAlister book, Blow Me Down, was out. Yay! I pick it up. Then I see that Lynsay Sands has a new one out. Then I see another one I want. So I put all the books down, go pay for my other items, and head back to Barnes & Nobles. I pick up the 2 I've already mentioned, plus one by Eileen Wilks. And yes, these are all *those* brain-rotting books.
Then I was so ill-mannered when I checked out... The male clerk (and before anyone gets excited on my behalf, he was young and rather dweebie) says they have a new policy - anyone who buys a book has to turn in a 10 page report. I laugh, say OK, yeah right... then point to the book on top, say "lots of sex", point to the next one, "lots of sex", point to the last one, "lots of sex", "Oh, and they all fall in love. There, that's my report." As I walked out, I thought, man, that was rather crude of me.

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I have a sticker I need to take to work.

"As you are standing here talking
to me, I want you to
understand that I will be making
fun of you as soon as you leave."


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In keeping that we are all DAWS... *points to links* I would like to call your attention to the link titled Arkie's writings. I know it's not Shakespeare or Frost or e.e.cummings, by no means, but I'm quite proud of some of it. Please note I said SOME of it. Others are so horrible, I should delete them, but I can't bring myself to do it. So, if you ever are just extremely bored, and need something to read for a few minutes, check it out.