Holy Shit!

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My new scanner scans negatives.

I had no idea.

I have twenty years worth of negatives in my picture boxes. Since going digital, I never go get reprints of old negatives. Now I can make new prints or digital images of any old negative, any time I want!

I'm astounded.

Woo-hoo!

My kid is so cool

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So, he's sleeping late today. (Not that I have any stones to throw -- I slept all day yesterday. Really.) Anyway, I just went in and ruffled his hair a bit and asked, "Hey, are you going to wake up at all today?" He opened one eye, rubbed his face, and answered, "No, thank you." And closed his eye again.

Hee!

Hee!

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Look what my sis nephew gave me for Christmas!















There's red flannel jammie pants, too.




















Yes, Min, that's my hair. (But it's kind of messy right now.)

Christmas Carols for the Disturbed

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1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic - Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets
and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and...

6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an
Open Fire

8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm
Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the
Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells , Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

Ink Blot Personality Test

According to experts, my personality type is : Evil Genius Other people like me display these traits. They voted for bush They sometimes pick their nose They suffer from road rage They have nose hair Take the Ink Blot Personality Quiz at JokesUnlimited.com

Stolen from Jenn, who stole it from the Bears who stole it from Allison

End of the year MeMe!

1) Harken back to your archives.
2) Collect the first sentence you wrote every month for the whole year.
3) Entertain us.


January
I just figured out how to post audio files on a website, so they're available to me on the web.

February
I've had this song running through my head ALL day.

March
Today...is my boyfriend's birthday.

April
Leonard Nemoy for Aleve:

May
It's raining, it's pouring...and I left my umbrella out in my car.

June
Just signed up for Napster.

July
Remember how Chandler was in data processing?

August
Agravating day.

September
This quiz is wicked cool.

October
Conversation with my boss yesterday:

November
Hugh Jackman is hot.

December
As I was getting into my car this afternoon, I somehow managed to smack my face into the corner of the door.



Like how my year ended on such a high note?





EDIT: I saw how some folks just ran all the sentences one after another. Thought I'd see how it looks.

I just figured out how to post audio files on a website, so they're available to me on the web. I've had this song running through my head ALL day. Today...is my boyfriend's birthday. Leonard Nemoy for Aleve: It's raining, it's pouring...and I left my umbrella out in my car. Just signed up for Napster. Remember how Chandler was in data processing? Agravating day. This quiz is wicked cool. Conversation with my boss yesterday: Hugh Jackman is hot. As I was getting into my car this afternoon, I somehow managed to smack my face into the corner of the door.

Sexyback

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has been playing on my mp3 player for an hour now. I have it on repeat.



I can't stop.

Ho, ho, ho-ing

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I'm making my Christmas Card list. If anyone thinks I may not have their address and would like a card from me (or would just like me to have your address so that I can stalk you), please PM it to me.

I am such a dork

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As I was getting into my car this afternoon, I somehow managed to smack my face into the corner of the door. Now my cheek/under eye is bleeding, swollen and bruised.


Fucking meow.

Meat-O-Fucking-Rama

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Boy, did I pick a good week to go back on Atkins*.

Did my grocery shopping today and all of the meat in the world was on sale. I got to stock up, big-time:

• 2 lb of salmon, sale price $5.99 lb, saved $4.62.
• 8 lb of split chicken breast, sale price $0.99 lb, saved $11.90
• one of those gianormous, 10 lb pork loins, sale price $1.79 lb, saved $22.44

And all of these will be portioned out and frozen. This will last quite a while. Of course, I am going to be spending the better part of this evening cutting and wrapping meat.

I am not sure how much I will have to say about the whole diet process, but I'm making a new blog to at least keep record of weight loss.

*Just in case anyone feels the impulse to lecture me on the wickedness and dangers of the Atkins diet, please don't bother. I have had prior success with this, I have a lot of experience and am well-educated about it. You will not change my mind.

Shuuunnnnnnn the non-believer!

Charlie the Unicorn

Hugh Jackman is hot.

That is all.

My little cereal killer

No, I didn't spell that wrong.

Here's Jake in his Halloween costume:







Making the blood spatter was very soothing.

Goodbye, my Babyface

I had to put kitty-boy to sleep. It was cancer in his abdomen. And on one of his adrenal glands. And something with his intestine that I can't remember the name of but it means it was telescoping in on itself.

Scootch is the first cat that was really mine. I got him in December of 1989, when I was 21 and he was a mere 5 weeks old. I love him immensely and it's been heartbreaking to see him declining so much in this past year. He's been a very good kitty-boy. I will miss him tremendously.

So, Kitty's in hospital tonight

Been having tummy troubles yesterday and today. Brought him to doctor this afternoon, and they've kept him for tests and treatment tonight. His health has been deteriorating for quite some time. I'm not sure if he'll be coming back home.

Conversation with my boss yesterday:

Me (calling boss on the phone from my desk):
Hey, it's me. I have a question. Is there any good reason why a PCC app should be in the Exception queue? (Knowing that we have an ongoing problem with stuff being sent there that shouldn't be there, and PCC should NEVER be there.)

Him: *pause*

Him: You know what's funny?

Me: What?

Him: You know that commercial where the guy is at work at the office, and he's working with all monkeys? That's funny.

Me: Yes. Yes, it is.

QUICK -- FOR GOD'S SAKE! SOMEBODY GET ME AN "L"!!!

It was going way too easy.

I was contacted yesterday from someone wanting to buy a Christening bracelet (and may want to buy more bracelcets in the future). She is leaving on the 6th for the Christening and needs it delivered by the 5th. It took until today for her to send payment and give me the details (size, name, etc). So I got to work on it tonight. Luckily, I had all the letters in stock. Perfect. I could make it tonight, ship it tomorrow, and she'd have it by Wednesday. No problem.

So I made the bracelet.

But just after I printed out the shipping label, I received an email from her: I made a mistake in my original order! The child's name is spelled Lilly - not Lily. That's two l's. I'm sorry for the confusion!
Sincerely,
XXXXXXXX






I...I don't have another "L".

I just placed an order for more letters, including "L"s, but it will be a few days before I receive them.

I can cancel the shipping label, and I can go to the bead store tomorrow after work, and I can ship it Saturday. It will work out.

But I'm just a bit...crushed.

It was going so well!




I need some chocolate now.

Pet Peeve:

People who, when given a less than stellar review of their performance (in this instance, work), and only offer endless excuses for their poor performance and then proceed to pick at and attack others (in this case, those in charge), instead of perhaps accepting that their own performance could, indeed use a bit of work.

I am speaking of people at work right now, but this can apply to other areas, as well.

Sigh

I'm getting a bit weary of cleaning up all the various things that come out of my cats.

Book-o-rama

I've been tagged by Sheryl for a me-me. I don't think it's ever happened before. What's more is I was just thinking about blogging about my current reading. Although I can't remember exactly WHAT about it, right now.

1. One book you have read more than once:

There are tons. I'm a huge repeat reader. But to name one: Jonathan Kellerman's When the Bough Breaks.


2. One book you would want on a desert island:

Issac Asimov's The Complete Stories. See, that way, there'd be variety. *nods*

3. One book that made you laugh:

Teresa Bloomingdale's I Should Have Seen it Coming When the Rabbit Died.

4. One book that made you cry:

The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold.

5. One book you wish you had written:

When I worked at [insert name of multi-national electronics company here], I was compiling a list of "101 Things to do with a Digital Satellite System". Because they sure as shit weren't fit to watch TV from. I wish I'd continued the list. It would have made a great book.

6. One book you wish had never been written:

I live in a cave. If it doesn't interest me, or if I don't think I'll enjoy it, then I haven't read it. So I have nothing with which to answer this.

7. One book you are currently reading:

Just last night I finished with Harry Potter 5, and started up on Harry Potter 6 (The Half-Blood Prince). I've read them all before. 1-4 I think I've read at least 5 times. When 5 first came out, I'd borrowed my sister's hardcover. When I was re-reading 1-4 again this time, I apparently was rather excited to be getting to 5 again, and discovered I'd bought the paperback twice. If anyone wants a copy (now in used condition), please let me know. And just recently, during my black-out post, I mentioned how I'd found #6 in paperback during my excursion to Wal-Mart. And so now I'm reading it again. Yay! And if anyone would like #6 in hardcover, please let me know. It's only been read once.

But either book #7 or movie #5 had better come out soon. I don't know what I'm going to do once I've finished reading this one again.

8. One book you have been meaning to read:

Asimov's I Robot.

I've been meaning to read it anyway. But now I'm in the middle of an Alan Tudyk kick and just figured out (or remembered) that he's in the movie. So now I have to see it. And I should REALLY read it first. And to go off on a tangent, I just rented A Knight's Tale, for the same reason. Loved it so much that I just had to buy a used copy off of Ebay. And 28 Days, too. (Though I've seen that, several times, before. I'm a huge movie repeater, too.)

9. One book that changed your life:

My life's a blur. I really can't answer that.

10. Now tag five people:

Hmmm. Min, Helen, Angela, Jess, and Amanda.

It's far too early for this

Here I am, struggling against sleep, waiting for my son to return home from his evening out. My TEN year old son.

His friend's dad took him and his friend and the friend's little sister to the drive-in. For some reason, friend's mom didn't think just having Jake sleep over their house after was a good idea. I don't think she realized how long a double-feature plus the long drive home takes. Rookies.

He might not be home for another hour, or more.

Is this what is to come? Staying up half the night waiting for that boy to come home? Pfft. When he's old enough to go out, I think it's time I start going out again.

Yeah.

I've become a MySpace whore.

I've made another MySpace. [blush]

The first one was really to showcase my store. And then I found I wanted to make one all personalized, but I didn't want to intrude on the store one. So I've made another. This one's about me. I'm sending invites out again.

I promise to not make this a habit.

Hot Damn!

I've already received an inquiry on MySpace about making a custom rosary for someone.

Sweeeeeet

This quiz is wicked cool.

Dude! You're 100% from Massachusetts!

Dude! Me and Sully and Fitzie and Sean are gonna hit Landsdowne tonight after the game, hang out at the Beerworks. I'll pick you up at the Coop at 6.

How Massachusetts are you?

This just in:

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I've finally broken down and created a MySpace. I was feeling kind of left out. And I've set it up to further whore myself out regarding my jewelry.

I've requested to add several people as friends, so if you're one of them, I'd really appreciate it if you'd accept. If you have not recieved a request, and you have a MySpace, please invite me!

I want to take belly dancing lessons

Wouldn't that be sexy?

Cry for me now please

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I just did a load of laundry. I have more laundry to do, but I just wanted to get by with the bare minimum. So I picked out all of my best, favorite work clothes, and washed them.

I just took them out of the dryer to find they all have many red splotches all over them. And then I realized what happened. I left a mother-fucking lipstick in my pocket and washed it with the laundry. And didn't realize it until I COOKED the lipstick into all of my best clothes in the dryer.

[sob]

[cry]

[freak out]

Now I'm trying to cover every spot with Stain-Stick, and them I'm going to have to wash everything again. Which means I'll be up half the night.

And I'll bet the stains don't come out.

I have nothing to wear tomorrow.

FUCK!

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EDIT:

Ok, they've run through the machine again. The pants are ok. The red shirt will probably be ok. I think the cute turquoise top is probably toast, though. I'm running it all through the wash one more time.

And I do have have something to wear tomorrow.

Hee! Look what I got!

This is the picture I took of my actual pendant.
























But, Hell, I couldn't get a good picture, so here's the shot from the site I got it from.



Shiny!

Yep, this just about sums it up

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You Are 40% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

Now bettie, please don't be mad at me

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I didn't mean to.

I was just...taking this quiz, and it just...happened.

Your Famous Blogger Twin is Wil Wheaton

You're a friendly, funny guy (or girl) next door With more than a touch of geekiness

Who's Your Famous Blogger Twin?

Fuckin' Argh!

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Agravating day. Work started out fine, but at the end of the day I was going to stay late along with another girl, Crystal. The plan was to wipe out our work queue really fast and then start data entry, which we both need practice at. But the queue wouldn't go away. We kept getting more faxes and more faxes, and no matter how fast we worked, the queue just kept getting bigger. It was the queue that wouldn't die!!! Never did get to the data entry.

Came home to find I had no power! I think most of the town was out. I don't like quiet. I need something to hear, something to see. Just as I was starting to fret, the power came back up! Yay! Made a post on the WD. Responded to a BOQ, but just as I was on the last question, I lost power again. Fuck. Started to plan for a night with no power. Realized that the battery backup in my alarmclock has been dead for years. Called my local store, no answer. I presumed they were closed due to lack of power.

Hauled myself off to Walmart. Bought:

• battery for alarm clock
• battery-powered lantern
• batteries for said lantern
• snacks
• 4 pack of Seagram's something-or-other
• Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince (doh!) on paperback!

Came home. Power back on.

But I'm still eating my snacks and drinking my Seagram's.

So, my weekend...

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Saturday, Jake and I slept late, then hauled poor kitty boy to the vet for yet another blood draw (dumbasses that the vet forgot to send it to the lab two weeks ago when I brought him in!), picked up kitty's food and pills while we were there; then after bringing kitty boy back home, off we went to the Milk Bottle for a late breakfast. Yum. Then it was shopping at Walmart, a nice rest at home, then packing and the trek up to Ma & Dad's. Did two loads of laundry up there (yay for free laundry!).

This morning we all (me, Jake, Ma, Dad, Sis, nephew and niece) went up to Canobie Lake Park (small, old amusement park in NH), which we do every year just about this time. The kids had a great time. Us old folks were a bit wiped out with all the walking around all day and the HEAT and sun. Stopped at a pizza place for lunch, and after we ate, they suprised me with a birthday cake (birthday is tomorrow). My insane mother smuggled a birthday cake into the amusement park and was pushing it around all day! (We'd rented a carriage to haul all our stuff around all day.) So that was a nice suprise. Sis had pressies for me from her and her kids, too. (Ma & Dad had given me some clothes and cash that morning.) My neice and nephews gave me a gift card to Blockbusters. I'm sure there's SOME video I've been dying to get! And sis gave me a foot-care kit from Mary Kay. I just yuv me some foot-care kits!

After a full day at the park, we climbed into my parents' mini-van for the hour ride back to their house, then Jake and I got in OUR car the hour ride back to our place.

I've just finished using my new foot kit. It's marvelous. First, my tootsies did a 15 minute soak with rosemary and mint fizzie tablets. Then came the mint foot mask, which cooled and tingled my little feet for ten minutes before I rinsed it off and scrubbed and pumiced my heels. Finally I slathered on the moisturizing cream, and then put on the cute little booties to lock in the moisture. And don't my feet feel refreshed!

Now I should head off to bed and get some sleep, so the rest of me can feel somewhat refreshed, too!

Dude...

where's my panties?






Oh, and side note: I actually got to say, "Dude, where's my car?" the other night. :D Jake and I couldn't find the car after the concert and were wandering around the parking lot for a few minutes.

Just got back from BON JOVI

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Beyond exhausted.

Will try to update this weekend.

G'night.

New Products

I've been working on some new products, and I've finally got them up at my shop.

They're healing stone bracelets, and the idea came compliments of my Aunt Barbie. I think they're kind of neat. I've made one for myself, and custom picked all the stones I thought I could benefit from best. :-D

So, Laurie, where *did* you go last night?

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So, where did I go last night? (Well, technically, this morning?) Well, I'm so glad you asked. Funny story. Really. It was a hoot.

So, Jake and I went to sleep last night, as we so often do. I was awakened by the ringing of the telephone around midnight. Thought briefly of not answering it, but then answered it anyway.

Bad move.

It was Dickface. Needing a really big favor. Calling me from the b a c k
o f
t h e
p o l i c e
c r u i s e r.

Really.

Seems some other motorists noticed him driving rather erratically, and called it in. And some nice policemen stopped him and smelled alcohol on him and notices him kind of swaying, decided that it would be best if they had his car towed and put him in the back of their car. And then he called me. To come pick him up at the police station. In Weymouth. Half an hour drive away from me. Then Mr. Nice Policeman wanted to talk to me. He explained what was going on, and that he (Mr. Nice Policeman) must be an exceptionally good mood tonight, because instead of booking Dickface, they had decided that perhaps he was just a bit over-tired, and they were certain that he should not be driving, but perhaps it would be alright if someone were to pick him up. And then Mr. Nice Policeman described how Dickface appeared to be behaving, and asked if this was typical for him, or unusual behavior. [code: is he always a stupid ass and should we take him straight to jail, or is he a good guy who screwed up and deserves a break] Do I need to spell out for you how drunk on Dickface-destroying power I was at that moment? But, alas, I took the high road. No, Mr. Nice Policeman, this isn't like him at all. He's a good guy.

So, Mr. Nice Policeman is SUCH a nice man, that, after I explained that I was not familiar with that town, that he picked an easy-to-find, open-24-hour-pharmacy, right off of the highway, for me to pick Dickface up at, instead of the police station. Isn't he the nicest policeman, ever? And, after I further explained that I was going to have to bring my 10 year old son with me, he even said he would make sure that they shut of the flashing lights to the police car. Mustn't let the poor boy know daddy was busted, right?

So, I got to:

• get woken up in the middle of the night
• talk to Dickface
• talk to the police
• wake my son up in the middle of the night to go pick up dad (because his car broke down, wink, wink)
• drive half an hour to a place I've never been, in the middle of the night
• do you know how much a quarter tank of gas costs right now?
• spend 45 minutes with Dickface next to me in my car
• have to listen to Dickface talk - when he's drunk, mind you - for 45 minutes, while I drive him home, after I specifically ordered him to NOT talk, other than saying 'hi' to Jake, because Jake is no dummy and was already questioning why dad was in Weymouth in the middle of the night, and I did NOT want him to figure out that dad was drunk
• be exhausted today, and have Jake be exhausted today, when I have work, and Jake had a day at the zoo with his summer camp, and on the way home last night Dickface piped up with, "oh, I already called in sick for tomorrow!" How nice for you. Hope you have a nice sleep-in. We'll be fucking exhausted, but how nice for you, Dickface.

I did get a bit of pleasure in torturing him with my music. I popped a cd in, and he had the nerve to say, "just to warn you, I am deathly allergic to Bon Jovi". Now, I can certainly understand he would assume I was popping in Bon Jovi, but don't you think that, given the situation, he should just shut up and not complain about the music??????? As it was, it was Neil Diamond anyway. And he was absolutely flabbergasted. "Do you really listen to this?" hee hee hee hee I got to torture him!

I also got some joy out of imagining what I could have said to the cop: "Officer, he did that again?!? I told him never to call me again for this! You keep him!" Wouldn't that have been fun?

Oh, he SO owes me.

In a nutshell (I know, waaaaaay too late for the nutshell), if I had been home alone and he called me like this, I would have been annoyed. But calling me when he knew that Jake was home, was the equivalant of calling his 10 year old son to come pick up him from the police station because he got busted for drunk-driving. That is just SO wrong. And I am SO angry about it.

He should have called a friend. Or a co-worker. Or his brother. Or ANYONE else. Or gone to jail. ANY of those options, before calling his kid to come bail his ass out of jail!

All ex-husbands must die.

Oh, you will NEVER guess where I'm going right now!

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I'll tell you tomorrow.

The day the internet died

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This morning at work an email was sent out to all, reminding us that internet use that was not directly related to work is against company policy and can result in dismissal.

Now, this has been their policy all along, but if one were to slip on to the internet for a few minutes during one's break or lunch, nothing was ever said. But this new batch of employees and temps have apparently been abusing the shit out of the internet, and so a foot had to be put down.

So, at least for the immediate future, no internet for me at work. [sob]

I am having serious withdrawals.

Oh, for crying out loud! [eyeroll]

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I'm at work. I happened upon a file and noticed these comments. Made by one of our reps.

"...HAS PACIFIC CRITERIA..."

Pacific.

Could you...maybe...possibly... mean SPECIFIC?????????????


Am I the one who's wrong to find this disgraceful and unacceptable? It's everything I can do to NOT print this out and bring it to my boss. So I'm just going to bitch about it here instead.


Christ, we should at least be able to speak (write) PROPERLY at our jobs! It's not rocket science!

Stolen from Helen

TV Meme

Rules: Bold all of the following TV shows which you've ever seen 3 or more episodes of in your lifetime. Italicize a show if you're positive you've seen every episode of it. If you want, add up to 3 additional shows (keep the list in alphabetical order), but you must delete one show for each one that you add.

24

7th Heaven

Adam-12

Aeon Flux

Alfred Hitchcock Presents

Alias Smith and Jones

Alias (DVD releases, season 5 aired on satellite)

American Idol/Pop Idol/Canadian Idol/Australian Idol/etc.

Angel

Arrested Development

Babylon 5

Babylon 5: Crusade

Battlestar Galactica (the old one)

Battlestar Galactica (the new one)

Baywatch

Beavis & Butthead

Beverly Hills 90210

Bonanza

Bosom Buddies

Boston Legal

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Chappelle's Show

Charlie's Angels

Charmed

Cheers

Columbo

Commander in Chief

Coupling

Cowboy Bebop

Crossing Jordan

CSI

CSI: Miami

CSI: NY

Curb Your Enthusiasm

Danny Phantom

Dark Angel

Dark Skies

DaVinci's Inquest

Dawson's Creek

Dead Like Me

Deadliest Catch

Deadwood

Degrassi High

Degrassi: The Next Generation

Designing Women

Desperate Housewives

Dharma & Greg

Different Strokes

Doctor Who

Dragnet

Drake & Josh

Due South

Emergency!

Entourage

ER

Everwood

Everybody Loves Raymond

Facts of Life

Family Guy

Fantastic Journey

Farscape

Father Ted

Fawlty Towers

Firefly

Forever Knight

Frasier

Friends

Futurama

Get Smart

Gilligan's Island

Gilmore Girls

Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.

Grey's Anatomy

Growing Pains

Gunsmoke

Happy Days

Hogan's Heroes

Home Improvement

Homicide: Life on the Street

House

I Dream of Jeannie

I Love Lucy

Inuyasha

Invader Zim

Invasion

Hell's Kitchen

JAG

Jackass

Joey

Judging Amy

Kung Fu

Kung Fu: The Legend Continues

LA Law

Laverne and Shirley

Little House on the Prairie

Lizzie McGuire

Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

Lost

Lost in Space

Love, American Style

M*A*S*H

MacGyver

Malcolm in the Middle

Married... With Children

Melrose Place

Miami Vice

Mission: Impossible

Mod Squad

Monk

Mork & Mindy

Murphy Brown

My Three Sons

My Two Dads

Mythbusters

NCIS

Ned Bigby's Declassified School Survival Guide

Nip/Tuck

Numb3rs

One Tree Hill

Oz

Perry Mason

Power Rangers

Prison Break

Profiler

Project Runway

Quantum Leap

Queer As Folk (US)

Queer as Folk (British)

ReGenesis

Remington Steele

Rescue Me

Road Rules

ROME

Roseanne

Roswell

Saved by the Bell

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?

Scrubs

Seaquest DSV

Seinfeld

Sex and the City

Six Feet Under

Slings and Arrows

Smallville

So Weird

South Park

Spongebob Squarepants

Square Pegs

Star Trek

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: Enterprise

Stargate Atlantis

Stargate SG-1

Starsky & Hutch

Superman

Supernatural

Surface

Survivor

Taxi

Teen Titans

That 70's Show

That's So Raven

The 4400

The Addams Family

The Amazing Race

The Andy Griffith Show

The A-Team

The Avengers

The Beverly Hillbillies

The Brady Bunch

The Cosby Show

The Daily Show

The Dead Zone

The Dick Van Dyke Show

The Flintstones

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

The Golden Girls

The Incredible Hulk

The Jeffersons

The Jetsons

The L Word

The Love Boat

The Magnificent Seven

The Mary Tyler Moore Show

The Monkees

The Munsters

The O.C.

The Office (UK)

The Office (US)

The Pretender

The Real World

The Shield

The Simpsons

The Six Million Dollar Man

The Sopranos

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

The Twilight Zone

The Waltons

The West Wing

The Wonder Years

The X-Files

Third Watch

Three's Company

Titus

Twin Peaks

Twitch City

Unfabulous

Veronica Mars

Whose Line is it Anyway? (US)

Whose Line is it Anyway? (UK)

Will and Grace

Wings

Xena

My life has become a "Friends" episode

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Remember how Chandler was in data processing? And part of his daily lingo at work were words like "WENUS" (Weekly Estimated Net Usage Statistics) and "ANUS" (Annual Net Usage Statistics)



I just called my supervisor to ask him something. Here's the conversation:

Me: Hi, did you want me to work on any QC reports?

B: Yes. Oh, wait. I've been having trouble with those reports. They keep crashing my Swiss. Just work the QCQ (QC queue) for now.


Every time I hear QC queue, I have the urge to start square-dancing.

Swing your partner, do-see-do...

[/frustrated] aka: I Want What I Want, When I Want It!

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Hmmm. Setting up my own web shop is becoming more complicated than I expected.

Paypal's free shopping cart is not providing me with:

• enough customer options for each item
• enough shipping options to cover the shipping methods/costs I want to offer
  

Have spent the day exploring various other shopping cart options. Have not made any progress.

A-S-S-H-O-L-E!

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I'm rather hyper right now. Between getting my knickers completely in a twist about my lunch being stolen; and the chocolate I ate; and the Denis Leary cd I've been listening to in the car to and from work...

And I just drove home from work, with Denis Leary on the cd player, singing along at the top of my lungs:

I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no) no way (uh-uh)
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
NAAAAH!
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
(Spoken)
Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado,
hot-fuckin'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby doing 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah! And when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why... yeah! Two words--nuclear fuckin' weapons, OK? Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of fuckin' difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead--he's frozen! And when we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times--that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of fuckin' whisky and drive...
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, you know you really are an asshole?)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song?
(Sung)
I'm an asshole (I'm an asshole, he's an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A S-S H-O L-E
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay
A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
Oooooooo
(Spoken)
I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it!

:D

Is it bad?

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Is it bad that I enjoy listening to The Copacabana? On my mp3 player, at work? And I do a (hopefully) subtle little dance in my chair as I listen?




[blush]





EDIT:

Oh, dear. I dance even more enthusiastically to Uncle Fucker, from the South Park soundtrack. [shock]

Any writers looking for a job (just a small job)?

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I have a terrible fear of writing. Not here on this blog, but for things like school papers and reports for work and stuff like that.

And so I'm finding I'm having trouble writing the cute little blurbs that would go with each bracelet I'm offering on the website I'm trying to build.

I know we have some writers out there in Blog land.

Would anyone be interested in helping me out with writing some blurbs for my bracelets? We're talking about maybe 10 or 12 bracelets; and possibly a handful of headings. I could send you the pictures and list what each bracelet is about. I've no idea what someone might charge for this kind of thing, but I'm willing to pay.

Please pm me if you're interested.

Thanks.

People who should be living in the nut house shouldn't throw stones!

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Maybe I'll elaborate on this later.


A cookie to the first one to guess who's been throwing the stones.

This just in:

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I got the job.



There was a voicemail from the HR girl when I got here this morning, and an email with another application to fill out. Got that to her this morning, and just met with her.

The offer was a little less than I wanted, but I think I can make it work. I can work many more hours in the summer (and that's their peak season so they are well able to let me work all the extra hours I want), and the benefits are great. Plus, as Jake gets older, I will be available to work more hours.

Just told Brenda that I accepted the offer. She's thrilled. She was practically doing cartwheels. It seems that she has been fighting HR this whole time to be able to offer this part-time position for this pay rate. It's not normally done, but Brenda fought for it.

Big load off my shoulders.


I have a real job!!!


[happydance]

News, not sure if good or bad

I finally approached Brenda about the job (again).

Turns out she is still fully on board with wanting to hire me. The stalling out is by HR. What could be bad is that apparently it is HR who will be deciding and negotiating the $$, and they are not the ones who love me and want to keep me.

But Brenda will light a little fire under HR to get them to contact me to discuss, as they are supposed to do.



And, yes, that part time job posting was specifically about the position for me.

Yes, everything DOES have to do with Firefly.

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Jake and I were watching one of those cooking shows just now. The host was visiting different cheesecake factories around the country to explore all the different types of cheesecake.

In a bakery in Chicago, our host and a baker were demonstrating how they make their cheesecake. Wearing white coats.

And blue gloves.


I began muttering: "Two by two...hands of blue. Two by two...hands of blue! Two by two...hands of BLUE!"





And now I want cheesecake, damn it!

So, this morning...

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the posting is gone from the wall.

In my fantasy this means that it was meant for me all along, and it just had to be created and posted as a formality.

Brenda should be approaching me about the job any minute now...

I don't want to speak too soon...

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but there's a new job posting hanging in the kitchen here at work. It's the job I applied for, and it's specifically listed as part-time, 28 hrs. per week.


Is it for me?


Is it for me?


Is it for me?



[bouncy]



I'm afraid to ask the boss lady, in case it's just a cruel joke and the answer is NO.

Losing hope

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So, I applied for a permanent position at the place where I'm temping. And I interviewed with the boss. In April. I had thought it went swimmingly. They loved me. They wanted me. The only hitch was that I needed more money than the position usually paid. (I'd wanted to apply for a higher-up position, but the boss said she needed someone full time for that, and I'm looking for part time.) We left it that she'd talk to The Powers that Be about how much she could offer me, and then we'd talk again about what their offer could be and what my bottom line was. It all sounded very good.

After not hearing a word for several weeks, I asked her where things were. She said she didn't know yet. I asked how long she thought it might be, and she said, 'a couple weeks'.

That was over 3 weeks ago.

Today, I'm just in a very discouraged mood and am not really motivated to get anything done here today. Is she working with TPTB to try to squeeze them for as much as she can so she can hire me because she loves me and wants me so bad? Does she already know that she can't hire me for the $ I need and so she's stringing me along to keep me here for the summer? I've been checking other job listings but I'm not seeing much out there. I don't really feel like starting all over for a job where the $ is just as low. I HATE job hunting. Do I push her into giving me some kind of answer? If the answer is, 'sorry, can't keep you', then I need to go find something else. Do I just keep coming here every day and not ask? Does that make me look like a wussy pushover?

Meh.

Letter Meme

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This is a letter Meme. I've been given a letter and need to list 10 things about me that begin with that letter. I've been assigned the letter "J" by the lovely bettie, and I'm realizing it's probably the most significant letter there could be for me.

1. Jacob: We'll start with the most important "J" for me, my wonderful son. He's very smart, and sensitive, and funny, and gorgeous. Not that I'm biased or anything.
   
2. Jon Bon Jovi: My favorite singer, and frontman to my favorite band, of course. I've been drooling over him for about 22 years now.
   
3. January 15, 2005: The beginning of the Worst Time of My Life, when I found Michael dead. It's been a long road, but I feel I'm back on track now.
   
4. (Shirley) Jackson: One of my favorite writers. My first introduction to her was the short story "Charles", in eighth grade English class. This led me to Life Among The Savages and Raising Demons, both of which I am totally in love with. Also enjoy "The Lottery". Need to get more of her fiction.
   
5. Jean: My mom. Her guidence and influence is responsible for what I am today. [code: The crazy psycho-bitch screwed me up royally.]
   
6. John: My dad. The sane one of the bunch. Has always worked hard for his family, and spoiled my mom rotten. Very wise.
   
7. Jonathan Kellerman: Another of my favorite authors. I love his 'Alex Delaware' novels. I own and have read and re-read 19 or 20 of these books.
   
8. July 31: My birthday, which I am proud to share with Harry Potter and JK Rowling (Whom I could have added as another "J" for a favorite author, but I feel I was getting a bit heavy on authors).
   
9. (Hugh) Jackman: One of my newest crushes. He's SO yummy.
   [drool]
   
10. Jared Padaleki: My other crush. But he's so young! [blush]
    

This is for all the mothers

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This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up spit-up laced with hot dogs, birthday cake, and fruit juice saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T because they are busy working to put food on the table.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the World," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year, and then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong. (And sink a jump shot.)

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls " Mom ?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at home.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed--when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married Mothers.

Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children.

----Author unknown

Today...

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my baby is TEN years old!



He's very smart, he has a WICKED sense of humor, he's caring and considerate.

He's the best thing since sliced bread.

He rocks the Casbah.

He's the BEST idea I ever had.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE!







**All of you just having babies now...you'll be suprised at how fast time can fly. Never forget to enjoy your baby while he/she's still a baby... and every age, every moment thereafter!

"It's raining, it's pouring..."

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and I left my umbrella out in my car.






Dumbass.

Stolen from Allison, who stole it from Annika and Helen

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Song MeMe

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.

Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.

Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.

1. The road is long, with many winding turns

2. On the streets where you live, girls talk about their social lives Bon Jovi, "Runaway"

3. Belinda was mine ‘til the time that I saw her

4. This ain’t a song for the broken hearted Bon Jovi, "It's My Life"

5. I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place

6. I’ve seen the light and I’ve seen the flame

7. 3:30 in the morning, not a soul in sight

8. You didn’t have to love me like you did

9. I died so many years ago BtVS, "Rest in Peace"

10. Do you wanna get rocked? Def Leppard, "Let's Get Rocked"

11. Your love is like bad medicine Bon Jovi, "Bad Medicine"

12. Love is like quicksand, always bringing me down

13. There’s talk on the street, it sounds so familiar

14. Where do we go from here? BtVS, "Where Do We Go From Here?"

15. I used to be the kind of guy, never let you look inside Bon Jovi "Everyday"

16. Song sung blue, everybody knows one Neil Diamond, "Song Sung Blue"

17. Backstroke lover always hidin’ ‘neath the cover Aerosmith, "Walk This Way"

18. Well, I been running down the road tryin’ to loosen my load The Eagles, "Take It Easy"

19. Misery likes company, I like the way that sounds

20. I have a roof overhead, had shoes on my feet

Oh my God, I am so special!

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So, I've fallen in love with Lane Bryant. If I have to be fat, I can at least have nice clothes, right?

My new obsession is jackets. I got a denim jacket, a black blazer-type jacket, and a coffee-brown colored jean jacket (which was totally on sale, I SO wish it came in other colors, too. I love it.)

For a few weeks now I've had my eye on this other denim jacket, quite different in style from the first. I want it. I look at it every couple of days on the web site. It was listed as "buy one select another at 1/2 price", but I could find NOTHING else I really wanted. And I was feeling rather guilty for spending so much money, because I really have none, plus the boy's birthday is coming up, and Bon Jovi is coming back in July. But I need new work clothes, right? Right.

Finally, last week, THE denim jacket was on sale! And there was much rejoicing! I ordered it. It hasn't even arrived yet.

I just checked their site tonight, and it's not on sale any more. I double checked my order, and it was on sale when I bought it.

That means it was on sale...just for me.

I feel so dirty.

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I work at my job 8:30am - 2:30pm. That way I'm home when the boy gets home from school.

Today, I volunteered to come back and also work from 6pm - 8pm, as the boy's father was picking him up at 5:30.

I had several good reasons for this:

• We've begun a new process at work, and everything's fallen behind while we're adjusting. I happen to be an idiot savant at this, and can get a lot done, and help get us caught up. The boss sent an email to everyone last week asking that everyone chip in to help get caught up, and that no further time off can be approved right now until things catch up.
• I had to leave early yesterday for the boy's dr. appointment, despite of the boss' email about everyone chipping in and not getting time off until we're caught up. (It had already been approved.)
• I'm trying to get them to hire me permanent, even though they really wanted someone full time. AND, I'm also trying to get them to pay me a LOT more than what the normal starting pay is. So I want to demonstrate that I'm a team player, and that even though my schedule is somewhat restricted due to my other job as a mom, I'm willing to give the extra time when I'm able to.
• I finally snapped and spent some money on myself that I really shouldn't have, and I could use the extra hours.
• The boy's birthday is coming up, and I could use the extra hours.

All very valid reasons, mostly selfish reasons, yes?

But the little voice in my head keeps whispering..."SUCK-UP!"

Stolen from Helen:

You Are Mud Pie

You're the perfect combo of flavor and depth Those who like you give into their impulses

What Kind of Pie Are You?

And I got the same result as her, as well!


Mmmmmm....

Oh, yeah!

I remembered another of my favorite television commercials. I've added it to the original post.

WikiMeme

(Stolen from bettie.)

Instructions: Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.

Events
1498 - On his third voyage to the Western Hemisphere, Christopher Columbus becomes the first European to discover the island of Trinidad.
1790 - First U.S. patent issued; granted to inventor Samuel Hopkins for a potash process.
1975 - In Detroit, Michigan, Teamsters Union president Jimmy Hoffa is reported missing.

Births 1929 - Don Murray, American actor
1980- Harry Potter, fictional protagonist of J.K.Rowling's series Harry Potter

Death 1875 - Andrew Johnson, 17th President of the United States (b. 1808)

In which my brain explodes.

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So, as I had mentioned on the WD, I have been inferring lately that it's just-about-that-time to talk to my NINE year old boy about puberty.

Today I received the three books I ordered from Amazon. I figured books would be a good guide for me, as I, you know, never went through male puberty myself. I'm going to read each book myself first, before giving it to the boy. Tonight I've started with What's Happening To My Body?" (Thanks for the recommendation, bettie. I'd actually passed this one by when I was trolling Amazon, because the cover looked too corny. But now I think it's probably the best of the bunch, and I'm glad I got it.) I've just gotten through the introduction. Many chapters to follow. With pictures. And words. Like wet dream. And spontaneous erection. And ejaculation.

Is my nine-year-old tiny little baby really going to need to know this stuff?

It doesn't seem possible.




ack

Favorite recent TV commcercials

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Leonard Nemoy for Aleve:


Leonard is preparing for a Star Trek convention, but is on the phone with his agent insisting he needs to cancel because of the arthritis pain in his hand. His agent suggests he take some Aleve. He does, and, sure enough, his pain dissapates; and, much to the delight of the Trekkies, he's able to give the Vulcan peace sign.



You can view it here.



MacGyver for MasterCard:


You know the MasterCard commercials. Now they've made a beautiful one with our beloved Richard Dean Anderson as MacGyver. (Helen, have you seen this?) I can't even do it justice in description, so you've just got to watch it!



I know there's at least one more commercial I meant to include here, but my sieve of a brain can't recall it right now. I'll update it later.

EDIT:

Ah, yes...how could I forget the LOTR commercial for TBS?


Play it here. It's the last line that gets me.

We are NOT well people.

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Conversations between the boy and me tonight:


At the school's art show, looking at 'self-portraits' of students in a display titled "When I'm 100 Years Old":

Boy: If I was doing that, know what I'd draw?

Me: What?

Boy: A gravestone!





Later, in the car, the boy said something witty -- which I can't recall right now, but it has something to do with languages. I responded with:

Me: Touché!

Boy: Is that French?

Me: yes

Boy: What's it mean? I should know what it means, since I'm part French.

Me: Just because you've got the blood in you, doesn't mean you instinctively know the language!

Boy: Au contraire!


(That one frightened me a bit. He's too clever.)

Ooh! And also...

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my Mommy brought me soup.

Oh, and also...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

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Boiled Dinner:

Wake up early. Plug in crockpot.
Realize that you forgot to buy pototoes. Swear for a few moments.
Put in crockpot: peeled and cubed turnip, baby carrots, cut up cabbage, sliced onion, corned beef. Add water. Cook on low all day. Buy canned new potatoes after work. Open, drain, and add to crock pot.

Eat with soda bread.


MMMMMmmmmmm.....




Next day:

Chop up everything, fry in cast iron pan in butter, turning until all browned
and crispy-edged. Push all the hash to one side of the pan, and fry a couple
of eggs with it.

Serve with toast and coffee.


MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm.......

Today...

is my boyfriend's birthday. :D

I am *such* a blog whore.

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Please check out my Johari Window, which I've stolen from Meghan.

Also, I am apparently losing my fucking mind.

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I'm ironing some shirts just now. I had one nearly done, and as I went over the back one last time, I accidentally got a small fold in it and ironed a nice big wrinkle in it.

So I made an exclamation.

No big deal, right? I'm already aggravated tonight; it's perfectly normal to let loose a little steam.

So what did i exclaim? What was the first thing to pop into my head?

"Aw, fuckin' meow!"








Who does that?

I can't even remember the witty title I was going to name this post.

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When I left work today at 4:00, I saw that my car was covered with bird droppings. Yuck. Since I needed to get gas anyway, I decided to head over to the gas station near me which also has a car wash. Cool plan. (Note: I hate getting my car washed. I'm uncomfortable with those automated things and I'm always afraid I'm going to do something wrong or that something will get screwed up. I don't think I've even gotten my car washed since I bought it last April.) I got to the gas station just before 4:30, filled up my tank, and got in line for the car wash. Damn. I hate waiting in lines. And with the engine running, after I just filled the tank? It's a big scam the gas station has going on, so we'll all burn up all our gas and have to refuel again. Oh, well. So I finally got to the front of the car wash line at nearly 5:00, then I drove in when instructed to, and stopped when instructed to. I watched those cool brush-things come up and wash the car, feeling mildly happy that the bird shit was getting washed off of my lovely, pretty car. And, since I'm uncomfortable in these things as I said, I kept my eye on the light-up sign that gives the instructions. I was aware that the thing was still in the middle of washing the car, and it had not been rinsed at all yet, when the brushes stopped but didn't get away from the car, the bay door opened, and the sign WENT BLACK. C'mon. What's going on? Come on, sign, light up and tell me that the rinse cycle is about to start. Come on. Nope. Here comes the guy. He goes into the little control room thingy near the exit and motions me to drive up there. I did and rolled my window down and he explained that he's sorry, but the machine needs to be reset (it apparently fucked up), and he'd print me a new ticket and I'd have to go back through the line. Fuck. Ok. So I drove out (soap all over my car) and drove to the back of the line, and the kid came out and handed me a new ticket. I will mention that he upgraded me from the $7 regular wash to the $8 super wash. Whoopee. Now I'm waiting in line again. Now I'm hungry. Now it's getting dark. Now I want to be home. But since there's soap all over my car, and I don't have a hose or even know where the spigot might be at my apartment building, I wait patiently in the line to go through again. And while I'm waiting, I have time to think. What if it happens again? Nah, it won't. It can't. And if it DID, I'm NOT waiting a third time. I'll make them hose the soap off my car so I can go home. But all the other cars in front of me go through the process without incident. Cool. Everything will be fine. So I go in again. And this time, I've got the upgraded wash, so it sprays this really cool, really pretty multi-colored foam soap (which it didn't before) and then the brushes come and scrub the car. Then it goes into the regular cycle and begins the regular wash. And then I notice that the brush-thingies are spending an awful lot of time at the rear of the car. Still spinning, but not moving up and down the car any more. And then they stop. And the bay door opens. And the sign went black. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I am not doing this again. It's 5:30. I've been here for an HOUR. It's now DARK OUT. So the guy comes, but it's a different guy than before. He tells me that it needs to be reset and he can get me another ticket. I start to explain that I already had this happen, and I've been here a long time and I don't want to do it again. He cuts me off and says, "well, then go inside and get a refund. I can't help you".




[madfire]




I drive out and drive up to the store-part of the station. With what had happened, I was rather annoyed and not happy. But when that kid spoke to me that way, I became so angry that I could no longer trust myself to speak civilly and express myself clearly. I was fuming. I walked into the place and asked the two people at the counter if either of them were the manager. They said no, but the woman said there was an assistant manager there. I explained that I was having a problem with the car wash. She started to say, yes, they knew they were having a problem with it...but I continued to explain MY problem. I had gone through it, and it had gotten stuck and needed to be reset, and the guy was kind enough to give me another ticket and I had to wait in line again and go through it again, and now it just got stuck a second time, and I am not waiting here another half an hour to go through it again and I just need somebody to go hose my car off so that I can go home, and the guy outside was just VERY rude to me. The guy (the nice counter guy, no the asshole guy from the wash) went to get the assistant manager for me. I apologized to the nice lady for my anger, and told her it wasn't directed at her, but I was just frustrated at this point.

So the assistant manager guy came in and asked how he could help me. I explained that I was having a problem with the car wash. I had gone through it, and it had gotten stuck and needed to be reset, and the guy was kind enough to give me another ticket and I had to wait in line again and go through it again, and now it just got stuck a second time, and now my car is covered with soap and I am NOT waiting here another half an hour to go through it again.
The "assistant manager" (I'm using quotes now, because I cannot believe that someone who truly had such a title could possibly continue that way this man did) said to me, in a rather disbelieving way (as in, what is your fucking problem?) "so you can't just go through for a $6.00 rinse again? You can either go through it again or get a refund".

Me: No. I've been here for an hour. I am not waiting in that line again to go through a 3rd time. You expect me to be here for an hour and a half for one car wash? I just want to go home now, but there's soap all over my car.

"Assistant Manager": So how are you going to get the soap off your car if you're not willing to go through the car wash again?

Me: That's what I want you to tell me!

"Assistant Manager": Well, we have a hose, we could hose it off for you....

Me: Yes! That that would be great. I don't even want a refund. I just want the soap rinsed off my car so I can go home.

So he walks into the back room, and I wait. And wait. And I wonder if he's blowing me off. Then he comes out and says that if I'll bring my car over to the side there, the kid (the asshole kid from the wash) has a hose over there and he'll hose it off for me. And so I did, and he did.

And then I drove away and went to McDonald's and got their new spicy chicken sandwich, and came home and ate it, and I'm really disappointed, because if they think they can compete with Wendy's spicy chicken sandwich, you are sadly mistaken, and now I really, really wish I'd gone to Wendy's instead. But I digress.

Ok, I understand that shit happens. I really do. Machines fuck up and need to be reset, and the car wash line is set up with curbs and stuff so once you're in the line, you really can't get out, and I understand why I had to go through the whole line again. And I think I was really good about it the first time. But when that asshole started to tell me I'd have to go through again, and then didn't want to listen to me, and hastily and rudely told me to go inside for a refund if I didn't want to go through again, and he couldn't help me, I really got pissed. But what is really blowing my mind is that the "Assistant Manager" did not seem to have a clue as to why I was upset and refused to go through the line again. I explained that I'd already been there an hour waiting in line twice. Is it really so hard to understand why I was adamant about not doing it a third time? I truly am amazed that he could possibly be an "assistant manager" and not have a clue as to what I was upset about.

WTF?????

Please, somebody...

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well, really, everybody...

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Thank you!

Accomplishments:

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(This may not seem like much, but as I've been in quite the state these past few weeks, and the house has gotten embarrassingly dirty. The fact that I actually got off my ass and DID something is so major right now.)

• All christmas stuff packed up and put in boxes, boxes put in closets (this was last week)
• dishes run in dishwasher
• dishes put away
• dishwasher reloaded, so sink empty!
• cleaned out christmas tree stand (eww)
• took boy out to play in snow yesterday AND today
• cleaned off car and moved it when landlord was plowing yesterday
• 6 loads of laundry, most of it put away
• boy vacuumed lr, kit, br; did GREAT job
• cat boxes done
• kitchen table cleared off (many jokes between the boy and I about how we didn't even realize there was a table under there)
• cleaned off coffee table
• cleaned out my dox and my pix computer folders; deleted tons of stuff I don't need; saved much to disc, in preparation to switch to the new computer
• cleaned out bookmarks; signed up for mybookmarks.com so that I can switch them to new 'puter
• finally sent in my rebate forms for the new 'puter--that's $150.00 I almost lost because of my psychotic funk
• packed up and weighed the two items I sold; need to print labels and ship them tomorrow
• made appointment to have taxes done tomorrow (all tax stuff is gathered and ready)
• cleaned out old crap from filing cabinet; threw away two bags of junk; sorted the filed the giant pile of stuff waiting to be filed.

Things that it would be great if I got to them (but I probably won't):

• fold and put away the rest of the clean laundry
• last load of laundry
• dust (this would be a MAJOR undertaking--I am a bit ashamed, because both the boy and I have asthma and the current state of things can't possibly be good for us)
• put away/rearrange knickknacks that came out of christmas boxes when christmas stuff was put away
• clean up desk
• clean bathroom
• wash bathroom and kitchen floors
• clean my room
• make my bed back up (bedclothes have been washed)

Why is it that every time I do one of these things...

I end up on the crazy end of it?

My pirate name is:

Mad Mary Vane

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You tend to blend into the background occasionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

I love the internet

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How else would I find the answers to the stupid, yet endlessly nagging, questions I have throughout the day?
Just now I was watching some Firefly, specifically, Heart of Gold. And you know the girl who betrays them? She looked really familiar to me this time. And I kept thinking, "who the hell is she?". It was driving me nuts.(I don't know if her name is in the beginning credits, and as I can't find my DVD remote right now and I get aggravated by the buttons on the machine itself, I didn't want to backtrack.) I checked out all the names on the end credits at IMDB, but none were her. Then I had to keep wracking my brain...and I got it! Robin Scorpio! It had to be. (Important Note: I do not usually watch General Hospital. When I watched soaps, I watched Guiding Light. When I was in Junior High, I did watch General Hospital for a time, because Rick Springfield was on it. Same reason I've been watching it these past few weeks.) But I digress. So, a quick jump to the General Hospital site for the actress' name (Kimberly McCullough, btw), and a quick hop to IMDB, and sure enough, it's her! Now I can get back to my day.




I love the internet.

So kiss me and smile for me...

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I've had this song running through my head ALL day. I had no idea why, because I know I haven't heard it in a long time.

Then I remembered bettie's post last week.



Thanks bettie!

So, um, exactly how long...

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does one go without sex before becoming a born-again virgin?

The Sunflower Forest

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As I've mentioned before, I've been revisting the books of Torey Hayden (and discovering new ones, too, as it's been 10 or 12 years since I've read anything of hers). She even has a website now. I few weeks ago I read on the site how The Sunflower Forest was no longer in print in English. I immediately yearned for the book. I had read it once, maybe 16 or 17 years ago, but I never owned it. Now I had to have it. It was her first novel (most of her books are factual). Last week I found one on an internet auction, in England, and paid a ridiculous amount of money for it. I began reading it as soon as I got it. I've been reading it every day.

But I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten the horrible tragedy that happens somewhere past the half-way point of the book, until I just read it again tonight. And, oh, how it made me cry! I kept reading. I wanted to get the book finshed and over with now. But I had to stop, because it was just too much for one day. I'll have to take it up again tomorrow. I definately want to finish it, but, yikes, it's going to be hard to get through.

After I finish it this time, I will definately keep the book. But maybe I'll wait another 15 years or so to read it again.

Arrgghhh!!!

Today was a 1/2 day of school so the boy went to the after-school-care place after school. I just picked him up. Some little BITCH called him a name while he was there today. It's upset him. A LOT. He's crying. He's extremely upset and doesn't want to talk about it. VERY upset. I want to go kill the bitch. I want to rip her tongue out. I want to call her mother and yell at her and tell her what an evil bitch her little girl is.

But as of right now, I'm just writing in my blog to try to vent some of this out.


(Any suggestions on what to do or any offers of a hit would be appreciated.)

Stolen from Helen (who stole it from Eileen)

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Laurie!

1. If you chew gum while peeling laurie then it will stop you from crying.
2. Every day in the UK, four people die putting laurie on.
3. Humans have 46 chromosomes, peas have 14, and laurie has 7.
4. Snow White's coffin was made of laurie.
5. Laurie is 984 feet tall.
6. Laurie cannot jump!
7. Laurie never said 'Play it again, Sam'.
8. Laurie is actually a fruit, not a vegetable!
9. Three seagulls flying overhead are a warning that laurie is near.
10. Michelangelo finished his great statue of laurie in 1504, after eighteen months work.

I am interested in - do tell me aboutherhimitthem

I'm going to cry now

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I just wrote this Big Ass reply to a post in Meghan's blog, about things needed for baby. It took me a long time to write. And then I hit 'preview'. And then the blog told me that new replies were temporarily disabled. And then I went to copy what I wrote to save it for later. But it was GONE.

Gone.

Gone.

And now I have to go make supper for the boy.

I hope I remember later what I wanted to tell Meghan.

It's here!

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I know, I've already used that title this week. But something else came.

Ever since Helen showed us her Gorgeous Opal Ring (tm), I haven't been able to rest until I found myself a Gorgeous Opal Ring (tm), too. I finally found THE one I had to have, and got it on auction. It arrived today:

It's here!

My Serenity DVD, that is.

And my Cry Wolf and Titus DVDs.

And my The Tiger's Child book.

I hardly know what to do first.