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Welcome. Please, please be kinder than 2005.
Sincerely,
Laurie
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Dear 2005:
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You sucked out loud. You sucked big whaler bone. You were the worst year ever. Good riddence. Fuck you. And the horse you rode in on.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,
Laurie
You sucked out loud. You sucked big whaler bone. You were the worst year ever. Good riddence. Fuck you. And the horse you rode in on.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,
Laurie
Friday, December 30, 2005
I believe I have 'outed' myself as a psychopath at work
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Anyone remember the question that was supposedly created by a psychiatrist, and if you answered 'correctly', it meant that you think like a psychopath:
Psychological Test:
Read this question, come up with an answer--
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, She believed him to be her dream and she fell in love with him right there but did not ask for his number and no matter how hard she tried she could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?
This floated around the WD once, and I remember that I got the answer right. It was the only thing that made sense to me, and I couldn't imagine what other answers people might come up with. But I never talked about it with anyone, and never got any feedback.
Flash forward to today. I went into the filing room at work and all the temps (probably 10 of them) were talking about something that sounded intriguing. I asked what was up, and someone said there was this question that some psychologist made up, and if you answer it right it means you think like a psychopath. I said, "oh, yeah, I flunked that one." They asked what I meant, and I told them that I knew the right answer right away, that it was the only answer that had ever come to mind for me, and asked if that was bad. They all seemed a tiny bit stunned and didn't seem to believe I knew it. I asked, "the one with the mother's funeral? Yeah, she killed the sister so (I won't post the answer here in case anyone's interested in playing). Did any of you get it?" Nope. Not one of them. And they seemed a bit stunned or tickled or maybe a bit nervous that I did.
Mwahahahahaha
Anyone remember the question that was supposedly created by a psychiatrist, and if you answered 'correctly', it meant that you think like a psychopath:
Psychological Test:
Read this question, come up with an answer--
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, She believed him to be her dream and she fell in love with him right there but did not ask for his number and no matter how hard she tried she could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?
This floated around the WD once, and I remember that I got the answer right. It was the only thing that made sense to me, and I couldn't imagine what other answers people might come up with. But I never talked about it with anyone, and never got any feedback.
Flash forward to today. I went into the filing room at work and all the temps (probably 10 of them) were talking about something that sounded intriguing. I asked what was up, and someone said there was this question that some psychologist made up, and if you answer it right it means you think like a psychopath. I said, "oh, yeah, I flunked that one." They asked what I meant, and I told them that I knew the right answer right away, that it was the only answer that had ever come to mind for me, and asked if that was bad. They all seemed a tiny bit stunned and didn't seem to believe I knew it. I asked, "the one with the mother's funeral? Yeah, she killed the sister so (I won't post the answer here in case anyone's interested in playing). Did any of you get it?" Nope. Not one of them. And they seemed a bit stunned or tickled or maybe a bit nervous that I did.
Mwahahahahaha
Thursday, December 29, 2005
And in other news
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My cousin's daughter, the one who's husband died of an aneurism in July, had her baby yesterday; on the birthday of her brother (who died of a heart attack in April). She had a girl this time. She has 3 boys already, the youngest not even quite a year old yet.
My cousin's daughter, the one who's husband died of an aneurism in July, had her baby yesterday; on the birthday of her brother (who died of a heart attack in April). She had a girl this time. She has 3 boys already, the youngest not even quite a year old yet.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Oh, and thank you, Helen
Ever since I saw the picture of your beautiful opal ring, I've become obsessed with owning a beautiful opal ring, too. I've been scouring ebay looking for just the right ring. I've found one that I absolutely love, but unfortunately, a few other people seem to love it too, and the price keeps going up.
This weekend
Friday night was boy scouts. His dad ususally brings the boy, but he couldn't and asked me to. Ugh. Just NOT my thing. I hope I never have to do that again. But the boy was awarded a citizenship pin. So that was nice.
Yesterday was the Christmas party that the fire dept in my hometown throws for the kids. My dad and sis and her youngest and my boy went. (Yesterday was also my dad's offical retirement day. Go, dad!) This year at the party there was ornament making; cupcake decorating (and eating); a clown/magician/balloon animal maker/facepainter. That was cool. And, of course, the Big Guy, who took each child up on his lap and gave them a present.
Oh, and a piñata. The line had a few younger kids in front, then my boy, then my nephew, then one other kid. Everyone got three or four swings, including my boy. Then my nephew, the Baseball King, was up. (Seriously, he's 9, and very active in sports. He's been playing Little League for years, and he's very talented. All the teams would fight over him. Last year they had to make a "Major B" league, because he and a few other kids were too young for the majors but too good for the minors.) So now it was his turn at the piñata: Swing 1! Swing 2! Swing 3! Really strong, baseball hits. He was prepared to stop then, but the guy said, "one more!". And so he did. He sliced the piñata clean in half. Candy went flying everywhere. It was spectacular. They even found a Tootsie Roll and a PENCIL that were broken in half. That's right, his swing broke a PENCIL in that piñata in half! I think from now on, The Baseball King should go last in the piñata line. It's only fair.
I came home to find a message that A&B were bailing on the Christmas party we were planning on going. They could not find anyone to watch the girls, and they just weren't comfortable leaving them when they were going to be such a distance from home. I briefly thought about going by myself, but decided against it. I don't think there were going to be too many of "our" friends there, anyway, and I'mnot good at mingling with strangers. I'd already dropped the boy off at his dad's, and bought my booze, so I decided to stay home and rest, which I greatly needed.
This morning, I woke up and actually CLEANED!!!! My room is still a mess and the boy's room needs work, but the living room, dining area, kitchen and bathroom are tolerably clean! The boy even vacuumed for me. Now I'm waiting for Michael's dad and stepmom to pick us up. They're bringing us to lunch. I don't think I'll get to see them again before Christmas, so I'll give them their gifts today.
(And thanks again to Min, who taught me how to make a: ñ )
Yesterday was the Christmas party that the fire dept in my hometown throws for the kids. My dad and sis and her youngest and my boy went. (Yesterday was also my dad's offical retirement day. Go, dad!) This year at the party there was ornament making; cupcake decorating (and eating); a clown/magician/balloon animal maker/facepainter. That was cool. And, of course, the Big Guy, who took each child up on his lap and gave them a present.
Oh, and a piñata. The line had a few younger kids in front, then my boy, then my nephew, then one other kid. Everyone got three or four swings, including my boy. Then my nephew, the Baseball King, was up. (Seriously, he's 9, and very active in sports. He's been playing Little League for years, and he's very talented. All the teams would fight over him. Last year they had to make a "Major B" league, because he and a few other kids were too young for the majors but too good for the minors.) So now it was his turn at the piñata: Swing 1! Swing 2! Swing 3! Really strong, baseball hits. He was prepared to stop then, but the guy said, "one more!". And so he did. He sliced the piñata clean in half. Candy went flying everywhere. It was spectacular. They even found a Tootsie Roll and a PENCIL that were broken in half. That's right, his swing broke a PENCIL in that piñata in half! I think from now on, The Baseball King should go last in the piñata line. It's only fair.
I came home to find a message that A&B were bailing on the Christmas party we were planning on going. They could not find anyone to watch the girls, and they just weren't comfortable leaving them when they were going to be such a distance from home. I briefly thought about going by myself, but decided against it. I don't think there were going to be too many of "our" friends there, anyway, and I'mnot good at mingling with strangers. I'd already dropped the boy off at his dad's, and bought my booze, so I decided to stay home and rest, which I greatly needed.
This morning, I woke up and actually CLEANED!!!! My room is still a mess and the boy's room needs work, but the living room, dining area, kitchen and bathroom are tolerably clean! The boy even vacuumed for me. Now I'm waiting for Michael's dad and stepmom to pick us up. They're bringing us to lunch. I don't think I'll get to see them again before Christmas, so I'll give them their gifts today.
(And thanks again to Min, who taught me how to make a: ñ )
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Oh, one more thing
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Is it normal to have a big, red splotch on my arm at the site of my flu shot? It's sore, which I was expecting, but I don't remember it being so red the other times.
Is it normal to have a big, red splotch on my arm at the site of my flu shot? It's sore, which I was expecting, but I don't remember it being so red the other times.
The rest of my day (yesterday) *Warning: very long*
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Well, the roads got VERY bad here as the afternoon went on, due to the snow and ice. Traffic jams and car accidents were all over the news. My mom called at about 2:30 and asked if we were still planning on going. I say yes, it's way too soon to decide not to. The snow's supposed to stop and then during rush hour the roads will clear up (this was my heartfelt wish/belief, and I was sticking to it!). We didn't have to leave until 6 or even 7 if we had to. Mom, of course, had to be negative and not believe it would clear up, and proceeded to be all worried about my drive. Between you and me, I was concerned, too, but there wasn't any point in trying to tell her. She doesn't listen to me. I was hoping it would clear up like I planned, but I also knew that if it was absolutely treacherous out there, I couldn't bring my son out there, and I would have to cancel.
The snow stopped at around 4, which was earlier than the weatherman thought it would, and was also just what I'd hoped. The roads were still very dangerous, though. I kept checking the traffic reports as time went on, hoping to find it would be clearing up. At 5 and 5:30, traffic was still horrendous (hours of delays). But at this point the snow had stopped and it would not be snowing again for the rest of the night. I still felt that the roads would be cleared up after the rush hour traffic. So we were a go. Now I just had to decide what time to leave. If we left too early, we'd be stuck in horrible 3-hour-long traffic jams. If we left too late, we would move faster but might still miss the beginning of the show. (I already knew we'd miss the opening act, which was fine with me, but Bon Jovi were supposed to take the stage at 8:30.) Finally, at around 6:30, the traffic web site showed the traffic had settled down to reasonable snowy-day slowness.
After warming up the car, clearing the snow off of it, and making sure we had everything, we left at nearly 7.
The first highway, the one closest to me, wasn't too bad, and traffic was light and moving at about 40 mph. As I moved on to the second highway, it was a bit scarier, because it was covered in ice. But we made our way slowly and carefully, and did fine. The next highway (Route 93 into Boston) was a little icy, but traffic was moving nicely. Unfortunately, when we got off at the exit we needed, we were stuck in a huge, barely moving line of cars, whom I guessed were mostly headed to the concert, too.
From that point, we crawled most of the way, and finally got to the place about 8:45. Ran into other fans in the elevator, and asked if they thought the band had started yet. One of them said her friend had arrived there at 8:30, and they hadn't started yet. So I was hopeful. I reminded the boy that we were late because of the snow storm, and there was nothing we could have done differently to get there sooner, and even if we miss the beginning of the show, we should be thankful that we got to go at all. Rushed to use the ladies room, then found where we needed to go in. As I bought us some water, I heard the crowd shout and the band playing. Damn! I asked the guy selling the water how long ago they'd started, and he said only about 10 minutes. Ok, not so bad.
And in we went. What was really cool was that we entered on the floor, but about half-way back. And we had 6th row tickets. So I took the boy by the hand and maneuvered through the crowd, and I got to walk the boy closer, and closer, and closer, all the way to the front, to our seats. From the point of view of a little boy going to his first concert, I felt this was probably very impressive. Actually, those are the best and closest seats I've ever had, so I was pretty impressed to be walking that far up, too.
We had a great time. I think I was actually *gasp* happy. And I saw it as it was happening and was thankful to feel it. But I'm sure once it sinks in, I'll have some sort of guilt thing to work through with my councelor, about feeling alive and happy while...well, you know the rest. But the feeling happy was actually significant to me. This was the first thing I'd actually been looking forward to and was happy about in so long. And we were SO close to the stage. That was so cool. And the boy had a great time. I'd warned him ahead of time that it would be very crowded and very noisy, but I was still a tiny bit afraid he'd get scared and either not have a good time, or have to leave. But he did great. We'd gotten him some earplugs and he was fine. Some of the songs he didn't know as well and he was a bit subdued. But on the songs he knew, he came to life. It was so great. He was smiling, singing along, pumping his arms in the air. Coolest. Thing. Ever.
The band wrapped up about 11:00, but that was just a tease and they did 3 encores, so it didn't stop until around 11:30. The poor boy had gotten very tired by that point. He was sitting and kept checking my watch, but he didn't complain. He did so well. He did say that he wished he'd taken a nap in the afternoon, like I did. Then it finally ended, and we went to buy tshirts and a program, and a COFFEE MUG! I didn't know there would be coffee mugs. I love coffee mugs. I kind of collect special ones, of places I've been, etc.
The ride home was good, still some ice on the roads, but we just took it slow. And the fact that I found the right street to take me back to 93 was a plus. (Have I mentioned that I DO NOT drive in Boston?) We got home at about 1 am and went to bed. So now I have my Bon Jovi Have A Nice Day coffee mug. I washed it already, and just made a pot of coffee, so I'll have my coffee in my new mug today. YAY!
So, to sum it up,
Scary:
Well, the roads got VERY bad here as the afternoon went on, due to the snow and ice. Traffic jams and car accidents were all over the news. My mom called at about 2:30 and asked if we were still planning on going. I say yes, it's way too soon to decide not to. The snow's supposed to stop and then during rush hour the roads will clear up (this was my heartfelt wish/belief, and I was sticking to it!). We didn't have to leave until 6 or even 7 if we had to. Mom, of course, had to be negative and not believe it would clear up, and proceeded to be all worried about my drive. Between you and me, I was concerned, too, but there wasn't any point in trying to tell her. She doesn't listen to me. I was hoping it would clear up like I planned, but I also knew that if it was absolutely treacherous out there, I couldn't bring my son out there, and I would have to cancel.
The snow stopped at around 4, which was earlier than the weatherman thought it would, and was also just what I'd hoped. The roads were still very dangerous, though. I kept checking the traffic reports as time went on, hoping to find it would be clearing up. At 5 and 5:30, traffic was still horrendous (hours of delays). But at this point the snow had stopped and it would not be snowing again for the rest of the night. I still felt that the roads would be cleared up after the rush hour traffic. So we were a go. Now I just had to decide what time to leave. If we left too early, we'd be stuck in horrible 3-hour-long traffic jams. If we left too late, we would move faster but might still miss the beginning of the show. (I already knew we'd miss the opening act, which was fine with me, but Bon Jovi were supposed to take the stage at 8:30.) Finally, at around 6:30, the traffic web site showed the traffic had settled down to reasonable snowy-day slowness.
After warming up the car, clearing the snow off of it, and making sure we had everything, we left at nearly 7.
The first highway, the one closest to me, wasn't too bad, and traffic was light and moving at about 40 mph. As I moved on to the second highway, it was a bit scarier, because it was covered in ice. But we made our way slowly and carefully, and did fine. The next highway (Route 93 into Boston) was a little icy, but traffic was moving nicely. Unfortunately, when we got off at the exit we needed, we were stuck in a huge, barely moving line of cars, whom I guessed were mostly headed to the concert, too. From that point, we crawled most of the way, and finally got to the place about 8:45. Ran into other fans in the elevator, and asked if they thought the band had started yet. One of them said her friend had arrived there at 8:30, and they hadn't started yet. So I was hopeful. I reminded the boy that we were late because of the snow storm, and there was nothing we could have done differently to get there sooner, and even if we miss the beginning of the show, we should be thankful that we got to go at all. Rushed to use the ladies room, then found where we needed to go in. As I bought us some water, I heard the crowd shout and the band playing. Damn! I asked the guy selling the water how long ago they'd started, and he said only about 10 minutes. Ok, not so bad.
And in we went. What was really cool was that we entered on the floor, but about half-way back. And we had 6th row tickets. So I took the boy by the hand and maneuvered through the crowd, and I got to walk the boy closer, and closer, and closer, all the way to the front, to our seats. From the point of view of a little boy going to his first concert, I felt this was probably very impressive. Actually, those are the best and closest seats I've ever had, so I was pretty impressed to be walking that far up, too.
We had a great time. I think I was actually *gasp* happy. And I saw it as it was happening and was thankful to feel it. But I'm sure once it sinks in, I'll have some sort of guilt thing to work through with my councelor, about feeling alive and happy while...well, you know the rest. But the feeling happy was actually significant to me. This was the first thing I'd actually been looking forward to and was happy about in so long. And we were SO close to the stage. That was so cool. And the boy had a great time. I'd warned him ahead of time that it would be very crowded and very noisy, but I was still a tiny bit afraid he'd get scared and either not have a good time, or have to leave. But he did great. We'd gotten him some earplugs and he was fine. Some of the songs he didn't know as well and he was a bit subdued. But on the songs he knew, he came to life. It was so great. He was smiling, singing along, pumping his arms in the air. Coolest. Thing. Ever. The band wrapped up about 11:00, but that was just a tease and they did 3 encores, so it didn't stop until around 11:30. The poor boy had gotten very tired by that point. He was sitting and kept checking my watch, but he didn't complain. He did so well. He did say that he wished he'd taken a nap in the afternoon, like I did. Then it finally ended, and we went to buy tshirts and a program, and a COFFEE MUG! I didn't know there would be coffee mugs. I love coffee mugs. I kind of collect special ones, of places I've been, etc.The ride home was good, still some ice on the roads, but we just took it slow. And the fact that I found the right street to take me back to 93 was a plus. (Have I mentioned that I DO NOT drive in Boston?) We got home at about 1 am and went to bed. So now I have my Bon Jovi Have A Nice Day coffee mug. I washed it already, and just made a pot of coffee, so I'll have my coffee in my new mug today. YAY!
So, to sum it up,
Scary:
- bad weather-were we going to crash on the way there or back, or have to miss it all together?
- were we going to miss a good chunk of the show stuck in traffic?
- was the boy going to be scared or too tired and need to leave early?
Grateful:
- the weather let up just when I needed it to, and we were able to go
- we only missed about 10 minutes of the show, and I'm good with that--I honestly don't see how we could have done anything differently to get there earlier.
- the boy had a splendid time
- I had a good time
- Jon Bon Jovi is even sexier up close
- 6th row tickets, so cool!
- got home safely
- coffee mug!
AND, they're coming back to Foxboro in the summer! I asked the boy if he'd like to go again, or did he want to think about it for a while (I wasn't sure if it had been too overwhelming/loud/long for him, and I wasn't 100% sure he'd want to go again). His answer: "Oh, I don't need to think about it--I definately want to go again!!
I am going to be poor and have to sell all my belongings, but, damn it, we are going back this summer!
Friday, December 9, 2005
My day so far...
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Of course, the boy and I are going to see Bon Jovi tonight, so nothing could have made today too bad!
But today I had my appointment for my annual physical. My physicals now are a lot more involved than when I was younger. Now there's always all sorts of tests and stuff, much more poking and prodding. I took the day off of work as my appointment was to be smack in the middle of the morning, I didn't know how long it would all take, and it wouldn't be worth my time to go into work so late. His dad was to bring the boy home this morning before the bus comes for school. Woke up to snow. School was cancelled. So now the boy needs to come with me to the dr. office. Loads of fun for him. The boy arrived, and we set out for the doctor's office. Driving in the snow isn't my favorite, but I did ok. Got my flu shot, got my physical, got my girlie tests; then off to the lab where I gave them a whole bunch of my blood and then peed in a cup. Did I mention that I hadn't had breakfast (or even coffee!!) yet because I know I'm supposed to have my cholesterol test without having eaten anything first? All in all, the appointment was no better or worse than I expected. But now I had a sore arm and was hungry and needed coffee, and I knew it would take at least an hour to get home in all the snow. So we went to IHOP for breakfast (well, breakfast for me, lunch for the boy) which was really great, for several reasons:
Of course, the boy and I are going to see Bon Jovi tonight, so nothing could have made today too bad!
But today I had my appointment for my annual physical. My physicals now are a lot more involved than when I was younger. Now there's always all sorts of tests and stuff, much more poking and prodding. I took the day off of work as my appointment was to be smack in the middle of the morning, I didn't know how long it would all take, and it wouldn't be worth my time to go into work so late. His dad was to bring the boy home this morning before the bus comes for school. Woke up to snow. School was cancelled. So now the boy needs to come with me to the dr. office. Loads of fun for him. The boy arrived, and we set out for the doctor's office. Driving in the snow isn't my favorite, but I did ok. Got my flu shot, got my physical, got my girlie tests; then off to the lab where I gave them a whole bunch of my blood and then peed in a cup. Did I mention that I hadn't had breakfast (or even coffee!!) yet because I know I'm supposed to have my cholesterol test without having eaten anything first? All in all, the appointment was no better or worse than I expected. But now I had a sore arm and was hungry and needed coffee, and I knew it would take at least an hour to get home in all the snow. So we went to IHOP for breakfast (well, breakfast for me, lunch for the boy) which was really great, for several reasons:
- The boy and I haven't gone out for breakfast in a LONG time, and we love going out for breakfast
- IHOP is the only place I know of that still serves hash browns instead of home fries, and I haven't had them in about a million years.
- coffee
- For my breakfast I ordered scrambled eggs, pancakes, hash browns and, as I was so delighted to find on the menu, chicken-fried steak! I haven't had chicken-fried steak for longer than I've had hash browns. Yum!!! (C'mon...I don't eat like that every day, and I already had my cholesterol test!)
- More coffee. IHOP leaves a whole carafe on the table so you never need to wait for them to fill your cup.
Then we made the trek home, but stopped on the way to buy a birthday card for my niece, and to get $$ for the show tonight. The snow is turning into rain, and it's supposed to stop later. I hope so, because driving into Boston in the snow/slush/rain isn't my favorite, either.
Now the plan is for us to rest/nap until it's time to leave for the concert tonight!!!!
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Because bettie said so
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What do I want for Christmas?
Really, what I really, really want, is a fabulous job, very close to home, for lots of money and lots of flexability, but with very few hours or effort. That's not too much to ask, is it?
Aside from that, the things that I really want are on my Amazon wish list. Apparently it's mostly dvds and books. Guess I like a good story. I think Serenity needs to be high on the list of priorities, so that I can further my obsessive behavior to include watching the movie every day. And I've been absolutely heartbroken since they started Degrassi: The Next Generation, because I don't have that cable channel and I've NEVER seen an episode!
Of course, Degrassi Jr High season 3 will be nice to round out my Jr High collection. And more Shirley Jackson would be lovely. 
And OMG I had no idea Torey Hayden had written a sequel to One Child!
Must.
Have.
This.
Book.
What do I want for Christmas?
Really, what I really, really want, is a fabulous job, very close to home, for lots of money and lots of flexability, but with very few hours or effort. That's not too much to ask, is it?
Aside from that, the things that I really want are on my Amazon wish list. Apparently it's mostly dvds and books. Guess I like a good story. I think Serenity needs to be high on the list of priorities, so that I can further my obsessive behavior to include watching the movie every day. And I've been absolutely heartbroken since they started Degrassi: The Next Generation, because I don't have that cable channel and I've NEVER seen an episode!
Of course, Degrassi Jr High season 3 will be nice to round out my Jr High collection. And more Shirley Jackson would be lovely. And OMG I had no idea Torey Hayden had written a sequel to One Child!
Must.
Have.
This.
Book.
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