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2009-12-14T12:10:00.002-05:00

Ummmmm......Hi?

How weird that I'm saying hello to myself. I haven't blogged in almost 2 years now, and I can't honestly think that anyone reads this anymore. But...I guess for my own personal reasons I've decided to "attempt" to start blogging again.

I've been through more shit in the past 2 years than I care to even admit to. But I'll catch up with everything now, if I can.

I've been married for just over two years now. This should be a good thing, yeah? Far from it. I'm miserable, I'm hating life, I'm hating him, and I'm hating myself for ever thinking that the asshole would change because of a piece of paper.

I spend most of my evenings sitting at my computer playing games with him not even 2 feet away from me...not speaking to him. It's better this way, believe me. If we're talking, we're arguing....and quite frankly...I'm tired of arguing over the same nonsense I've been arguing with him about for the better part of 2 years.

I finally got a job, just over a year sago. I went back to driving school buses, and I have to say that I absolutely love it. I've also gotten a promotion, if you can call it that. I'll drive my regular home-to-school route, and then I'll spend the time in between trainer new drivers. Yay!

Mother Mitchell is still a very big part of my life. We've made amends for the issues we had while I planning my wedding that never should have happened. I really should have listened to her from the very beginning, but...I'm stubborn like that. I've spent most of my life making stupid mistakes. Someday I'll gather them all up, put them together, review them and LEARN from them. But not anytime soon, I'm sure.

I finally stopped at Mother Mitchell's a few weeks ago, sat and had a very long talk with her. Even after all the shit her and I went through, she's still my rock and my shoulder to "cry" on. I don't cry....at least...not in front of people. Don't ask why, I just don't. I've been friends with Mother Mitchell for almost 12 years now, and in all that time I think she's seen me cry twice. I spoke to her about my failing marriage. And in the end, before I left, she gave me a big hug and....cried. I found it odd that she broke down, and I didn't. But I think it's just because, in all honestly, to put it bluntly, I don't give a shit any more. She seems to think that I'm trying to convince myself of the fact that I'm completely unaffected by this hell of a life I lead. But I'm not. Yes, that's the truth. Am I upset? Yes...upset because I never intended to get married only to have it fail. I hate to fail. And not because of any reason other than I hate to disappoint everyone around me. Hell...I could fail at everything I do and still be happy as long as I know I put every effort into whatever it was I failed at. I know damn well that I've put 200% into this marriage while he's put MAYBE 50% in. IF THAT!

I told Mother Mitchell that I would be leaving him after the Holidays, and I fully intend on doing so. He will never change and I'm tired of trying. I had hoped that my parents would support my decision, but it seems like they aren't. They think that it's me, and not him. But that's because they don't live with him. And when he's around them, he's always on his very best behaviour. But I can leave him and be satisfied that I did everything possible to save our marriage. With the exception of marriage counseling, because we haven't done that. I guess I should suggest it and see where it goes. But, in all reality, it's too late for that as far as I'm concerned.

Enough about my shitty marriage. HA! Christmas is around the corner and I'm not looking forward to it. I hate Christmas. I have since I was 14. But a friend of mine made a very good point. She asked why I hated it, and I told her that it was because my Grampa died December 26, 1988 and I haven't liked it since. She asked if he liked Christmas. I said he did. She replied that if he liked it, I should too, because that's what he would have wanted. She's right. But....not this Christmas. I have too much to deal with this year. Maybe next year, when I'm free from this eternal nightmare that I'm stuck in...then I'll have the heart to enjoy it.

For now, I'm finishing my cigarette, listening to Jewel's "Foolish Games" and waiting for the clock to move so I can go back to work, the one place that I still smile. I'm stuck with that song in my head, but I'm guessing that kids won't want to listen to me sing it. they usually tell me to shut up. I refuse to most of the time...I love to annoy them.

I'll be back..........I promise!

2008-03-17T12:14:00.005-05:00

Last night my husband and I got into a bit of an argument. My mother had called and mentioned that my great aunt is in a nursing and, unfortunately, will not be able to return to her home that she has lived in for 60 years. She and my great uncle (who passed away quite some time ago) bought the home when it was brand new and she has lived there ever since. Her son and his wife have decided to sell the house and use the money to pay for her care in the nursing home. From what my mother says they should be selling it rather cheap to get it off their hands. It's a beautiful home on a dead end street just around the corner and would perfect for us. However, i can't seem to convince my husband that owning a home, paying a mortgage and having equity is better than paying what we would be paying for a mortgage in rent and having NOTHING! He's so thickheaded sometimes. I mean really...he could get not only a first-time homeowners mortgage, but a veterans to boot! He's nuts...and I married him! I still love him although I'd like to smack him in the back of the head sometimes!!!

In other news...This new game I'm playing has become quite addicting! I've been raiding neighboring villages since yesterday morning and my own little village has experienced quite the growth spurt because of it. I know have a population of 139, which includes 20 legionnaires and 1 Equites Lagati. I'm growing faster than anyone around me! Raiding people is so much fun!!!

My husband told me last night that he had no more work shirts to wear because all of his were dirty. Fine time to tell me at 11:00 at night! I guess he had 1 left which he would be wearing today. This morning I decided to run downstairs and do a load of laundry so that he would have clean work shirts for tomorrow. I figured that in between loads I could play my new game. Well, I went down at 11:00 this morning and threw his shirts in the washer. Someone was occupying the drying, no big deal. After an hour I would be able to run back downstairs to switch my laundry over, right? WRONG! Someone never took their clothes out of the dryer. Not so big of a deal. I could have simply taken them out and put mine in the dryer, right? WRONG AGAIN!!! Their clothes aren't even dry and they've been in the dryer for 2 hours!!!! They don't have a big load in there, they are obviously just too darn cheap to pay the $1.25 for 60 minutes of dryer time. My guess is that they only spent about 50 cents for 20 minutes!!! So..here it is 2 hours later and I STILL haven't been able to put my clothes in the dryer. They've been sitting in the washer for over an hour and a half because someone is too lazy to go get their laundry!!! If they sit in there too long and I have rewash them (because we all know what happens to clothes that sit in a washer for too long) I'm going to flip out and make a report at the office. What annoys me most is that when I do laundry, since there is only 1 washer and 1 dryer for an 11 apartment complex, I have the common decency to keep an eye on the time so that I can get my clothes out of the way and make room for someone else to do their dirty laundry!!! I've just gone out the front door and I can hear that the dryer is going, so apparently they finally got off their behind and went back to the laundry room to finish drying their clothes. Guaranteed their clothes will sit in that dryer for another 2 hours! Correction, it WOULD sit in that dryer for two hours, but as soon as i hear that the dryer has stopped I will be taking their clothes out and putting mine in! And I will be making a report at the office...this is ridiculous. By the time my clothes are dry it will have taken me well over 4 hours to do one load of laundry!

2008-03-16T10:05:00.003-05:00

I'm still in the process of cleaning my spare room...I DO get distracted. But it's getting there, slowly. I've spent a couple of hours each day just going through paperwork and filing stuff. I never realized how much paperwork I actually had. But with all the moves in the past few years, I'm not surprised at how unorganized I am. My computer desk in now clean...well, my side of it is anyway. My husband's side, not so much.

Almost all of my wedding pictures are in. We realized we were missing two prints so my photographer went ahead and ordered them. That's not bad considering we got well over 125 prints. I have to order the albums and get them put together for my parents and his mother. I'm also doing one for my grandmother. I had originally decided that I'd do them in a scrapbook form, but then figured I'd never do it, and I'm not that crafty anyway. So I've gone back to the album idea.

I found a new game to play online. It looks pretty good even though it's a war simulator and I'll probably get my butt kicked. It's called Travian. I'm a Roman tribe and so far I've got a decent sized village with a population of 66, which includes 2 legionnaires. I've just returned from raiding a neighboring village (which is my first raid) and I managed to score a total of 80 units of wood, clay, iron and wheat. Not much of a score, but better than nothing. We'll see how things go in the next few days!

2008-03-09T15:34:00.002-05:00

When my husband came home from Church he looked absolutely drained. I suppose it could be because he stayed up until 3:30 this morning playing a video game and then got up at 6:30 this morning to finish his lesson for today. He doesn't function well with little sleep. But if he had finished his lesson yesterday he could have slept later. But he wanted to play video games yesterday and so now he has to pay the price. Anyway, I was on the phone with Mother Mitchell when he came in and I wasn't about to ask him why he left so early this morning. At any rate, I found my answer. Seems like I'm out of touch lately and I didn't realize that we set the clocks ahead an hour last night. He left on time this morning and I didn't get out of bed quite as early as I thought I had.

I've been working on the computer room though not as diligently as I wish I had. I've had a terrible headache since Wednesday. OK, OK...so that's not the real reason...I have a bad habit of diverting my attention all the time. I'd take a guess and say that I'm somewhat ADD, but I think that would be pushing it. I just don't focus well and become very easily distracted. For example, I was dusting and organizing the bookshelf when I heard a commercial on the radio about "Riverdance." Normally I wouldn't have paid much attention but they did say that this would be the last tour for "Riverdance" as they would no longer be performing. So I immediately hopped on the computer and attempted to order tickets. I say attempted because I had no luck online, so I called the place and ordered them over the phone. Bad thing - I stopped cleaning to do something else. Good thing - We'll be going to see "Riverdance" on March 29th. So I guess being easily distracted is not always a bad thing.

Anyway, I just finished eating some lasagna, so I guess I'll get back to cleaning. I did take some before pictures and I'll probably take some after pictures. I'll post when I'm all done...but it could be days at the rate I'm going!

2008-03-09T09:33:00.008-05:00

I'm not even sure what to blog anymore. My life is just so not that interesting since I've been out of work. And it's a stretch to say it was interesting before I became unemployed. I spend most of days cleaning, watching TV, playing computer/PS2 games, reading, painting, and occasionally getting my ass outside and doing something...anything. I don't find any of that blog worthy. I have managed to catch up on some other blogs that I find interesting, but some don't update as much as they used to, and I'm wondering if maybe I'm not the only one not finding much to blog about lately.

In other news, and this really isn't blog worthy either, but it's something...The other night I was playing God of War on the Playstation, which by the way, is an awesome game. My husband wanted to play his game, Black (another really great game) so I decided to go to bed. But before that, I figured I should check my email first, so off to the computer room I went. Normally, I would have just gone straight to bed. But this night, I diverted to the computer room and sat down to open Outlook Express. I hadn't been there but maybe two minutes, tops, when all of a sudden I heard water splash and felt a drop on my head. I looked up to the top of the computer desk and noticed that my Betta wasn't in her fish bowl. Did a double check and sure as shit, she had jumped out of the bowl and onto the shelf. I had to move the bowl to find her but I scooped her back up and put her back in her bowl. I can't quite understand why she want to attempt suicide, but I'm thinking it could be several things. she used to be in a 10 gallon tank, but having only one fish in a tank that size is more of a pain than anything. Cleaning it was such a chore, not to mention that it grew more algae than one could imagine in such a short period of time. So I put her back in her bowl, well, more like a vase, and placed a book on top to keep her from another suicide attempt. And if it's not that, it could be that she's lonely. In her old home, the 10 gallon tank, she had a friend, a male Betta. He died about a year ago, at the tender age of just over a year. I don't dare get her another male companion...she's two years old and much larger than a young male. I fear that she would kill any new male. Besides, I would have to set up the 10 gallon tank again. I don't know what to do...I'll have to think on that one for a bit.

I don't have paint class for the whole month of March. As I posted earlier, my paint teacher is in Florida for a month. And I have started on a new painting while she is away. I think I can get a good deal of it done before she returns. I've been working on it little by little, but waiting for it to dry in between is another pain. The good thing is, I can post pictures of the work in progress.

My husband left for Church this morning while I was still sleeping. I can't figure out why he left before 8:30 when Church doesn't start until 10:00. He's only 30 minutes away...??? Maybe I should ask him when he comes home.

Friday I went to my parent's house in the afternoon. My mother had called on Thursday night and told me I had a package that was to be delivered but it needed a signature. So, I headed over there to wait for it. My cousin Robert is currently remodeling their bathroom so I figured I'd run into him. I haven't seen him since the wedding, and it was quite a while before that since I had seen him last. we used to be a tight family, but when my grandmother passed away, well, it was difficult for all of us to get together anymore, since my grandmother's birthday was the one reason the whole family got together in the first place. Anyway, when I walked onto the back deck, Robert was outside cutting some sheet rock. I stood silently until he looked up, I didn't want to startle him, for fear he might chop off a finger or something. It would have been nice if I could have said hello to him, but he wouldn't have heard me anyway. So I waited until he was done and looked up. It was nice to see him again. he asked how I was and I asked how he was. Chit chatty sort of stuff, and then I went into the house to wait for my package. I wasn't there 30 minutes before the UPS driver showed up and I ran down stairs to sign for the thing. The UPS driver told me had been there the day before but there was no one to sign. He then asked me about the guy he saw on the roof. I guess Robert was working on the bathroom exhaust when the driver saw him. The guy told me he was calling to Robert and yelling but Robert never acknowledged him. I laughed and said, "Yeah. I'm sure he didn't hear you." The UPS guy then said he figured that he was a contractor and couldn't sign for the package anyway. I then said "No, he could have. That's my cousin. But he couldn't hear you. He's deaf." So we laughed for a minute before I finished signing and the UPS guy left. I didn't hang around my parents' long after that. just long enough to finally spray my finished paintings. Robert noticed them as I was on the deck spraying them and asked if I had painted them. When I told that yes, in fact, I had, he was impressed and said "You're good." I just smiled and said thank you. It's always nice to have a compliment on your artwork. I left shortly after 3:30, right after Robert, and right after my brother came home. I was hoping that my husband and I would be able to sit down together and watch our wedding DVD (That was the package) but he had to go to Church. So I haven't watched it yet. maybe we can find the time to watch it when he's not so busy with Church.

Well, since I posted the picture of my fish, I realize how incredibly unorganized my computer room is, not to mention how in need of a serious dusting it is. I think I'll spend my day cleaning and organizing this big mess. We tend to just throw stuff in here when we can't find a better place for it. Sheesh, that's got to stop!!!

2008-03-03T09:54:00.003-05:00

I haven't blogged in awhile. Shame on me! I spent last Monday and Tuesday doing laundry. Fun, fun! Since we moved in July we haven't quite finished unpacking. I finally opened a couple of bins and found the majority of my clothes neatly packed away where they have been since last winter. Once I opulled them all out I realized that I have far too many clothes. In fact, they wouldn't even fit in my closet and bureaus. That, of course, got me to going through my huge wardrobe and getting rid of some things that I barely wore or that were so old they needed to be discarded. Naturally, since the clothes had been packed for a year, they needed to be washed, and that's why I spent the majority of Monday and Tuesday doing laundry.

Wednesday morning my husband wasn't feeling well and decided to stay home form work and rest. He said he had a fever, but his temperature was quite normal. He stayed home again on Thurday and Friday. Thursday his temerature was up to 101, so I know he wasn't pulling my leg about being sick. I often wonder if he truly is ill when he says he is. And I only question the validity of his being sick because I know how he loathes work. His exact words are "Hate, hate, hate! Loathe entirely." He was feeling much better on Saturday, thankfully.

On Thursday I started my new painting. Paint class is over for the month of March because my paint teacher is away in Florida for the month. Must be nice to take a month long vacation. (I should talk, I've been on a permanent vacation from work since the first week of January!!!) So, since I wouldn't be at class for awhile, I decided to bring all my supplies home and work from here. I see no sense in wasting the month of March when I have nothing else to do. Of course, I haven't picked up my brush since Thursday, but only because the paint isn't dry yet. But I have a feeling that I'll pull the canvas down and get to work some more on my painting.

Thursday night Tray, Mother Mitchell and I went to the tattoo parlour and added two more paw prints to the one that we got back in July of 2005. Originally there were 5 of us that got a single paw print, to signify that no matter where we were in life, the 5 of us would always have the dog pound experience to bond us. Since we no longer speak to 2 of the girls, we decided to get an additional 2 paw prints because, quite frankly, I don't think that the friendship between the 3 of us will ever end. We're like the Ya-ya sisterhood!

Friday morning my phone rang at 7:41 am. My mother has a hbit of calling early in the morning because she thinks that I should be awake and my husband should be at work so she won't bother him. Nice, Ma! Anyway, she wanted to ask me if I could bring my Nana to the nursing home to visit her sister. I guess my great-aunt has dimentia and can no longer care for herself. Apperently, her husband is alos not caring for her and her son decided it best to put her in a home. It's quite sad really. I remember my great-aunt always being so vibrant and full of life. I called my Nana at 10:30 to see if she was ready to go and she asked that I pick her up at 11:00. That's a first, me being ready to go before someone else. I'm usually always late. So I picked her up at 11:00 and we headed for the nursing home. My grandmother is quite able to drive herself, but she wasn't sure how to get there. I told her that if she needed or wanted to go anywhere she could always call, since I'm home all day. I spent the day with my Nana and it was wonderful. We visited her sister, for half of an hour because she kept falling asleep. then we went to my mother's to pick up a couple of my wedding phots that had arrived. I have to say they are brilliant. Then we went to Michael's so I could buy a frame for the one wedding photo. She helped me pick it out since I couldn't decide on the one I wanted. We stopped by the locksmith to have some car keys made for me and some house keys made for her. the bank was right next door so I popped in an inquired about my ATM card. After we were through I mentioned that I wanted to stop and grab something to eat on the way and my Nana decided we should stop by Gregg's and get a bite to eat. So, we did, and I bought. I've never actually spent a whole day with Nana, but again, it was great!!

I loathe grocery shopping, but that's what my husband and I did on Saturday. He always goes without me and it bugs me because he buys the same stuff all the time. So I picked out all the food and he paid! It was a different experience and one that I don't know if I'll be repeating anytime soon. But we shall see!

Well, I'm off to paint! I'm cooking dinner tonight, which is a switch, so I'll paint until about 2:00pm, take a shower, and then start dinner! He better like it!!!

Five years ago

2008-02-20T09:52:00.002-05:00

It's been five years since The Station Nightclub Fire claimed the lives of 100 Great White fans in Rhode Island. It was the 4th largest nightclub tragedy in U.S. History. On April 23, 1940 a fire killed 198 people at the Rhythm Night Club dance hall in Natchez, Mississippi. 492 were killed in a fire at the Cocoanut Grove nightclub in Boston, Massachusetts on November 28, 1942. The Beverly Hills Supper Club in Southgate, Kentucky was where 165 people lost their lives in a fire on May 28, 1977. And right here in our backyards, five years ago today, 100 people were killed in a blaze that ripped through The Station Nightclub in West Warwick, Rhode Island in under three minutes flat.

I don't much care for dragging up the past, as it just the that...the past. And nothing anyone can ever do or say will change it. It's horrible. It's a tragedy. It shouldn't have happened. But it's a fact. And it could have been avoided.

So who do we blame? The courts told us to blame the nightclub owners. They told us to blame Great White's road manager. Some people claim we should blame the manufacturers who made the sound-proofing that caught fire. Others blame the fire marshall, who passed the nightclub's fire safety inspection just a couple months before. Some of the victims' families tell us to blame the band. Some people say we should blame God. The answer isn't clear.

I don't think it will ever be clear, because there is no answer. We can continue to place blame on people all we want. It still won't make this tragedy go away. It will not take back all the pain and suffering. It won't bring back those that lost their lives. Nor will it undo the injuries done to those that survived. The scars will be there forever. And as we all know, scars are daily reminders of the past.

The only reason I'm even mentioning this is because I came across an article on The Station Nightclub Fire somewhere on the internet this morning. I don't remember where or how, but I do know that it was about the five year anniversary of the tragedy. I read the article, and quite frankly, I was appalled. And it was one little paragraph that totally ticked me off. Apparently one woman who lost her daughter in the fire desecrated the cross of another victim.

Let me explain. A makeshift "memorial" was erected on the site of The Station. There were (and may still be) 100 crosses. One for each of the victims that died that night. One of the vctims was Ty Longley, the guitarist for Great White. This woman decided that Ty Longley killed her daughter because it was his bands fault that the fire occurred in the first place. So what did she do? She took down his cross and threw it in the woods. I'm sure this woman's daughter is rolling over in her grave.

So again, who do we blame for this tragedy? I still say that there's no answer. It was an accident, not an on-purpose. This is one of the reasons that the world has gone to shit. Because everyone is looking for a scapegoat. People need to blame someone. Hell, my family and I could do the same. We could blame The President for killing my cousin in Iraq. Sure, if it wasn't for The President, my cousin may still be alive. It is his fault that we went to Iraq in the first place. But, then again, my cousin is the one who decided to join the Marines post 9/11. So sure, it may be the bands/tour manager/club owners fault that the pyrotechnics were ignited. But, those people chose to go to the club that night. And believe me, I'm not blaming the victims in ANY WAY. I'm just saying....there is no one to blame. It was an accident. A terrible tragedy that should never have happened, for many reasons.

And why the hell does it take this kind of horror to set people straight? Why is it that people only change their ways after some one loses their life? Shouldn't we be taking care of the one thing that means the most right from the get go...our life? We only have one to live, so why not live it to the best of our ability? Live it the way it's meant to be lived. Know that your life effects so many people. The choices we make our not just for our own personal benefit. Like the saying goes....

To the world you may be one person. But to one person you may be the world.

Happy Valentine's Day...

2008-02-14T10:25:00.003-05:00

What a commercial holiday...if you can even consider it a holiday. I certainly don't. I usually dread Valentine's Day for the simple fact that I've spent so many of them without anyone to share it with. This year is different, of course. Last year I didn't get anything from Ron ON Valentine's day...but I did get my engagement ring two days later. I'm eager to see hwta he got me this year. He's a terrible gift giver I must admit. He just comes up with the corniest gifts. and I guess it really shouldn't matter as it's the thought that counts.

Anyway, I bought him a bunch of stuff. I'd list it all, but there's too much too list. So I took a picture instead. If you can figure out what everything is, power to ya! Now all I have to do is put it all together and let him open it later when he gets home. Hopefully he'll like everyhting.

No more eggs...

2008-02-12T12:30:00.001-05:00

The eggs that were on the left are no longer there. Apparently, I killed all 3 of the dragons. Besides that, the game was pretty stupid and quite a waste of time, not to mention...I forgot how to log on.

Anyway, I've been doing a lot of searching on IMdb regarding the SAW franchise. I guess it's my new obsession. Some of the people there are so much more obsessed than I am. But, in watching SAW IV, there are still a lot of questions that have yet to be answered for me. I know I'll have to wait until October to get some of the answers, but it's baffling to me.

2008-02-11T07:12:00.000-05:00

I'm still unemployed. And I'm still enjoying it. It's nice to not have to get up when it is 6 below zero. I am getting quite bored, but that's ok, I'm coping. I know, I know...such a hard life.

Last Friday I decided to go visit my Nana, since I hadn't stopped by to see her in awhile. I stayed for a couple of hours and we talked about a few things. Mainly why it was so damn hot in her apartment. She had the heat cranked up to 80 degrees. I ended up turning it down to 74, but I know it didn't stay there long. We also went through some old pictures she had. A couple of my Grampa and her before and after they got married so many years ago. I don't think she throws too much out. She had the newspaper clippings of my parents' wedding, and my Grampa's old license from 1985, his birth certificate, social security card, military papers and just some scraps of paper he had written stuff on. It made me sad. Especially since he wasn't there for my wedding, or my graduation, or anything really. He passed away in 1988, when I was just 14, the day after Christmas. 20 years this Christmas, makes the holidays hard. He's missed so much by all of us.

My husband and I went shopping yesterday, for some odds and ends that we were running out of. Spent a whopping $145.00 which shocked him because we didn't buy too much. But we did buy a movie and I got a couple Rascal Flatts CDs, which I'm listening to right now. I love "My Wish." Makes me cry...God I'm emotional for absolutely no reason at all.

hubby decided I wanted to buy a pizza at the store last night, one of those Digiorno pizzas, you know the frozen ones. Well, he ended up cooking it last night for dinner, it was pretty good, but I prefer fresh baked pizza. We ate dinner while we watched the movie that we bought, "Saw IV." They aren't even scary movies, but pretty gruesome and twisted. I was going to buy all 4 of the Saw movies, but only ended up getting the 4th one. I'll get the others eventually. I'm waiting for Saw V, because you know that there's going to be another one. It always leaves room for another sequel at the end.

I've got a million things I could and should be doing right now...like laundry, dishes, cleaning...blah, blah, blah. But it's still early, it's only 8:00am and I'll eventually get to it. It's too cold to venture outside, although I do need to walk to the main building to reload my laundry card, but that's about the extent of my great outdoors adventure today.

I've been reading the reviews of Saw IV and quite honestly, I can't see how so many people are confused by the movie. It's so self explanatory. It appears that so many people (or those who've reviewed the movie, anyway) are getting sick of the whole Saw franchise. That's fine, really. But in all honestly, if you're getting bored or tired of a movie franchise...STOP WATCHING IT! Duh!!! Honestly, let's think about this for a second shall we? Nightmare on Elm Street had what...7 sequels, making a total of 8 movies. I watched the first 3 and had enough. Haven't watched once since and I don't plan on it. It's not realistic at all. The first Nightmare movie was the best...but that's the standard. The first movie in a franchise is usally always the best. Halloween has a total of like 9 movies. I think I watched the first one, maybe the first 2. But again, not realistic and ended up becoming extremely stupid, so I stopped watching, all on my own accord, because I wear big girl panties and know how to make my own decisions. Sheesh, even the Scream franchise had like 3 movies. What else? Rocky, Rambo...they all go on and on and on. Honestly...The Rocky producers should, if they intend on making another Rocky movie, would do well to have Rocky reconcile with his son and teach his son to box. But that's just my humble opinion.

Ok, well...I'm off to get some stuff around the house done. I have to repot my plant, make the bed, do the dishes, start some laundry and watch SAW IV again. I 've been reading teh threads on IMDB.com, and they're pissing me off. Seriously, people speculate too much.

2008-02-03T09:24:00.001-05:00

Today is the big day. Superbowl Sunday...The Pats vs. The Giants. I'm rooting for the Pats, naturally. They're 18-0. One to go. Will they make history? I think they will, but we'll have to watch and see. My husband and I are staying home and watching the game, alone. Neither of us are real big football fans. We don't watch the games, but we will be watching today.

I went to bed at about 2:00am this morning. There was something on that I wanted to watch at 9:00pm last night, but I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was. We ended up watching The Fantastic Four instead, which was a pretty good movie. I was a little confused at first as to who the "Four" were, I thought there were five or something. He helped me figure it all out, thankfully.

Click my eggs!!!!

2008-01-31T11:06:00.000-05:00

So I've been home a lot now...and getting pretty bored. Except that I can usually keep busy with all teh stuff i need to do around the house. And I found some new computer games to play. If you notice the egg(s) over on the left hand side of the page, feel free to click them. It's some new game I found and I have no idea what to do, except that it's a dragon egg and they need to be clicked on to hatch.

I'm also playing Plant Tycoon, and growing and cross breeding new plants and stuff. It's pretty fun, but can be frustrating at times. I'm going to see if I can get a dragon to hatch...

2008-01-27T10:41:00.000-05:00

I've only been awake for about an hour or so. I slept on the couch for several reasons. First, my husband is like my own personal heater, he radiates so much heat when we're sleeping that it's sometimes like sleeping in an oven. I was too hot to sleep, so I went in the living room and fell asleep on the couch. Second, I couldn't sleep anyway, my mind was going a million miles an hour and I was keeping myself awake. Third, I wasn't too happy with him anyway.

Friday evening after he got home from work I mentioned to going to parents house after he got home from Church on Sunday (today). He shot back this snarky remark about it won't be until after 1:00 pm. Now, Church is from 10:00 - 11:00am. He's usually home by noon. I asked him why and he said something to effect of "Guess you really don't listen to me so I'll keep reminding you." He said that he was going to his sister-in-law's house and would be there for an hour or so. Now, I have no problem with my sister-in-law, really, I don't. But there's something about him spending all this time her that I just don't like. Maybe it's because her husband (my husband's brother) walked out on her and my husband tries to council her. I'm not sure. I know that there is nothing going on between the two of them. He said that he made a deal with her, if he can build his plane in her garage then he would teach her about the Bible. Far be it from me to suggest that if she wants to learn about the Bible she pick up the Good Book and go to Church. At any rate, I told him fine, I would go to my parents house by myself. At which point he got frustrated that I just couldn't comprehend the whole "deal" he had made with her, and he suggested that I was stubborn and thick-headed. I am on both counts, but that's not the point. A long time ago he had said that Sunday would be designated "family day." Now I realize that she is family, but why should I stay home alone? Anyway, we got into a little bit of an argument when I reminded him where his brother is, and he walked out the door and went to Church. I stayed home alone on Friday night and watched TV.

Fast forward to last night. When we got into bed I asked him if he was coming with me to my parents house today. Simple question deserves a simple answer...yes or no. He immediately took the defense and absolutely refused to answer me. So we argued for about 5 minutes, until I finally just stopped talking to him. I never did get an answer. So once he fell asleep, I got up and slept on the couch. This morning he got up and went to Church. He should be home in about an hour. I've decided that if he isn't home by noon, I'm going to go to my parents house by myself. but that's one of the reason's why I slept on the couch with the cats.

It's snowing here, as it was when I woke up. I really don't feel like driving in the snow, but it's not so bad. My parents only live about 10 minutes away. However, I do have to get out there and vacuum my back seat in the car. Yesterday we went to Home Depot because I wanted to buy a plant. Up until about 2 years ago I had a dieffenbachia that was about 6 feet tall. I had that plant for just about 4 years, but unfortunately she didn't survive the move to my last apartment. I miss that plant! But I did buy a new dieffenbachia. I do have to repot her, because the pot that she came in is obviously too small. My husband has no clue and thought the pot was fine. But just looking at her you can tell she is way too big to be in that little pot. I'll probably go tomorrow and see if I can get a new pot to make her a little happier. The cats were very interested in her yesterday and I can only hope that they don't knock her over. She's sitting on a milk crate with a towel over it because I had just watered her and I didn't want to get the carpet wet and dirty. The carpet is new, after all.

Well, it's getting to be 11:30am and I really should get ready to go to my parents house, with or without my husband. It's still snowing and I'd rather stay home, but I haven't seen my parents in awhile so I need to get going. Have a fun day!

2008-01-24T15:33:00.000-05:00

Happy freakin New Year! I thought that each year was supposed to get better, but apparently this is not always true. I started off the year pretty good. And by this I mean the first 3 days of 2008. On Friday, January 4th, I was told that my position was being eliminated. So...technically, i got fired. For most, this would be an incredibly upsetting thing. For me, not so much. I actually feel very HAPPY that I no longer work for a bunch of slime sucking scumbags. My husband and quite relieved as well. The good thing about all of this is that I can collect, so I'm at least still making money whilst I sit home and do nothing. And this also means that I can go back to doing something that I loved...driving a school bus. It may not sound like the most exciting job in the world, but for me it is. I love the kids although they can be a handful at times. I guess when you can't have children, this is the closest thing to having them. Driving the little kids...they look up to you, and want to be your friends, and tell you all their little secrects. I'm looking forward to getting back on the road. But, i want to milk this not working thing for as long as I can because I'm so enjoying it!

I'm still painting. I've finally finished the dreadful thing had been working on for quite some time now. It was fun to paint, but the leaves were really starting to annoy me. But it's finally complete, all I have left to do is spray it, frame it and hang it. I started working on my next one last week, and I'm about halfway done with it. It's only a small one though, before I attempt the real big one.

There's still so much left to say, regarding the wedding planning, but I eally don't know where I left off and I'm not even sure that these things really matter any more. I guess, in a way, they do, cause they have dramatically changed my life. Sort of.

And don't feel bad for me because I lost my job. I consider it the kick in the ass I needed to make that change. I hated my job, I hated my bosses, I hated almost everything about the place. I will miss a co-worker, maybe two. But that's about the extent of it. Maybe tomorrow I'll write more. For now, I think I'm going to wath a little TV before my husband gets home.

Time to clean out the old crap

2007-11-15T13:36:00.001-05:00

It hit me like a ton of bricks about 2 seconds ago.

I have some blog editing to do. Time to clean out the old crap and just leave all the good stuff here.

Life Changes

2007-11-15T11:45:00.000-05:00

Why do people constantly ask "how's married life?" To be honest, it feels just like it did before we got married, except for the fact that it's official. Don't get me wrong, I love being married, I love my DH (Darling Hubby)...life is that much easier when you have someone to share the bills with, share the housework with, share everything in general. And it's so much nicer knowing that there is someone to come home to everyday who loves me unconditionally. I'm just tired of the stupid questions people ask. Not only do I get "How's married life?" but I also get "Are you pregnant yet?" First of all, we've only been married for 26 days. Second, I don't want kids, so I have no plans of getting pregnant any time soon. And even if I did, who's business is it anyway?

That being said, it is funny how life changes in so many ways when you finally do get married. Like I said, I have DH to share everything, so life is that much easier when you have two incomes. We just bought a new car, because I was so in need on one. It's a 2003 Toyota Corolla, so it's not new per say, but it's still new to me.

This isn't my car, because I haven't taken a picture of it yet, but mine looks just like this. I love it, love it, love it! It's the first time I've ever owned a car that was under 5 years old.

The hardest part, besides the hell I went through in planning the wedding, is doing the all the paperwork to change my name. i just sent in the paperwork to Social Security yesterday, so with any luck, I'll have it all back by Monday and then I'll officially be Mrs. B. Of course, then I have to make all the other changes with everything else, like my license, credit cards, car loan, etc. It'll all be worth it, but I'm going to miss my maiden name, I've been using it for the last 33 (almost 34) years.

I'll eventually blog about the planning process, with as many picture as I have. It wasn't a fun ride, believe me. I learned a lot along the way, especially how a wedding has a weird way of driving wedges into friendships. I also will post one or two professional pictures, when I get them back of course, unless I decide to e-mail them. I can't wait to see them and neither can DH!

Back and Married

2007-11-02T06:11:00.000-05:00

So we're back from our honeymoon, and everything went perfect! We couldn't have asked for a better day. I still haven't gotten the professional pictures back yet, but it should be soon! i do have one to tie my beloved friend Eilen over though....

I'll be back to write more about the planning and the wedding itself once I get the chance. We're going car shopping this weekend, as I am in desperate need of some new wheels!

The Blood of Cuchulainn - Mychael Danna

2007-09-22T07:14:00.001-05:00

Stuff to do...

2007-09-22T07:01:00.000-05:00

I have my hair trial this morning, and I'm quite excited. I love, love, love my hair dresser, she's amazing! I just hope that the style I picked comes out OK...I'll post pics once I get them down loaded on to the computer. I can't forget to pick up my shoes either, if they're back from being dyed.

I also have other pics that I'll post...for my dear friend Monsoon...and anyone else who is interested.

Here's my dress, because I know you wanted to see it. No pictures of me in it yet. That'll be after the wedding.

I'm sitting here listening to "The Blood of Cuchulainn" which was the theme song in Boondock Saints. I absolutely love it, but then again, I'm a sucker for Irish music. I'm trying to talk Ron (FI) into having this played as our entrance song at the reception...we'll see how that goes. In the meantime, I'm going to attempt to post it here so that you can hear it. Maybe it'll make you feel a little better Eilen.

For now, I've got to go and take a shower so I can get to my hair trial. See you soon!

The beginning....Part II

2007-09-14T12:06:00.000-05:00

So once we had established that I would marry him when I got my ring, we said our good nights and parted ways. We were, from that moment on, in regular contact with each other. I told Mother Mitchell about our date, and though it's been months, she seemed excited and looking forward to seeing if I actually got my ring. We, she and I, started to discuss wedding plans. I recall telling her that I would need her for a lot of things since I had no idea what I would need to do.

I don't remember exactly when he told me he had the ring, but I do remember the day that we went to pick it up. It was February 16, just two days after Valentine's Day. He had tried to get if for Valentine's Day, but it needed to be sized.

Of course, since I got my ring, he and I have been almost inseperable. It's great!

The beginning....

2007-09-14T08:15:00.000-05:00

I realize that I promised to start blogging again, but I'm still having problems getting onto this site from home. The site just won't load at all on my home computer, and I'm not sure why. If anyone has any ideas, please, feel free to lend me some advice.

Anyway, back to the engagement. I know you remember that he and I had broken up for quite awhile, and I had started sating again. What a nightmare that was. At any rate, I had run into Ron at the laundrymat one evening and we got to talking. Nothing major, just the typical how are you, what's going on in your life, how's the girlfriend/boyfriend. We probably talked for a good half of an hour. When we said goodbye, I gave him a hug and then got in my car and left.

Two days later he called me, just to talk. About what? I have no idea, nothing really. He asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him, and I laughed. I told I'd have to think about it and left it at that. He called again a couple of days later to see if I had thougt about it and I told him I had, and I'd like to get together for dinner or something. We planned on January 20, which was a Saturday for dinner.

When Saturday rolled around, I was second guessing myself, but decided to go anyway. I had spent the afternoon at my parents visiting my cousin and his wife who were up from New York, so it made the day go by quick, and kept my stress level to a minimum. I got home around 7:00 and Ron picked me up about 7:30. We went to Vinny T's, an Italian resaurant. The food was ok, but it was very noisy. We ended up talking for awhile and he told me that if everything went ok, we could go on another date. At that point, I laughed and said no way. I told him that there was no way in hell I was going to date him. We had known each other for over 3 years, and people generally date to get to know one another. If we didn't know each other by now, then there was no way we'd ever know each other.

After dinner, he drove me home, and we sat and talked until 4:00 in t he morning. I absolutely refused to invite him in. He finally said to me "So when are you going to marry me?" And I replied "When I get my ring." We talked for a bit longer and then I sent him home. I really never thought I'd get a ring, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we continued to talk on a regular basis after that.

(To Be Continued...)

UPDATE!!!

2007-08-22T14:41:00.001-05:00

Sorry for the hiatus. I still have no idea if I can get on here from home, but I'm going to try tonight. I have sooooo much information to share it's not even funny.

The last time I blogged, back in February, Ron and I had just gotten engaged. Well, glad to say that we're still engaged, the wedding planning is coming along quite well, we've finally moved in together, and we're less than two months out until the big day!

I actually have to read back on my previous posts and see where I left off, then get down to business and update, update, update! I'm still at work and have quite a bit of stuff to do before I head home, so let me get that out of the way and I'll attempt to gain access to Blogger from home.

See you soon!

Wedding Bells...

2007-02-26T12:43:00.000-05:00

Ok, I'm still having issues getting on blogger on my computer at home. So, for now, I'll have to blog from work when I can get a couple of free minutes. Just finished lunch, and have major hiccups! Grrrr...

Anyway, THE NEWS...'Bibleman' (his name is Ron, by the way) ended up going on a date about a month ago. We had a good time, talked a lot, ended up going to my house and talked until about 4:00 in the morning. Towards the end of our conversation he said to 'So, when are you going to marry me?' I looked at him and said 'When you put a ring on my finger.' Of course, I thought he was full of shit. But, as it turns out, he was sincere and...lo and behold...I have a gorgeous diamond ring that I'm sporting quite proudly. So, we're back together, and we'll be getting married this October.

I have been so damn busy trying to get everything in order it's absolutely outrageous the shit you have to do to plan a wedding. We have barely had enough time to hang out and enjoy each other. We've got stuff planned almost every night, between interviewing DJ's, Photographers, Caterers...not to mention shopping for a gown and bridesmaid dresses....

I'll post a picture of my ring as soon as I can. I haven't even had the opportunity to do that yet!

I hope all is well with everyone out there in bloggerville!

Catch you all soon!

Grrrr

2007-02-19T13:46:00.000-05:00

I realize that I haven't blogged in over a month. First of all, for some odd reason, I can't get Blogger to load on my home computer, and haven't been able to in about a month. Second, I haven't had a chance to log in at work becuase I've been so damned busy, not to mention my computer crashed last week and I just got it back on Friday afternoon.

I have TONS of news to tell...MONSOON!!!!! I do want to catch up with you! I think when I get home, I'll switch back to my old computer and see if that works as far as logging onto my blog. I have a million things I could blog about...I have pictures to upload, too. I will get back here later, even if it kills me. For now, I have to get back to work, I have Invoicing to catch up.

Pain in the ass!!!

2007-01-15T19:58:00.000-05:00

Ok, I haven't blogged in awhile...yeah, yeah...what else is new! First of all, this site takes way too damn long to load on my stupid piece of shit computer. Second...BLAH!

I'm tired to blog, it's been a busy weekend!

GO PATS!!!! Kick Indy's ass next week boys!

Happy Fucking New Year!

2006-12-31T19:08:00.000-05:00

I haven't been blogging much lately, because I've been busy? No. Bored? Not really! I have no idea, actually.

So I missed wishing you all a Merry Christmas...so Happy Belated Christmas!

At least I'm here to wish you all a Happy New Year!

Denver and San Fran are playing and I can't even believe that San Fran is winning! They suck! Well, that's my personal opinion anyway! OK, maybe they don't suck...but I hate them!

Oh, I almost forgot. I went to the Tran-Siberian Orchestra concert on the 17Th with Mother Mitchell & Skipper. Anyway, the concert was phenomenal as always! Still isn't the same without Daryl though. But it's amazing none the less.

I can't believe that I really have nothing to say. Well, I"m sure that I have a ton of shit to write about, just not really feeling like it at the present moment.

I'll catch up later!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Hope it's a good one for all of you!

A great Christmas present!

2006-12-21T21:12:00.000-05:00

Today was relatively boring at work considering that everyone is gearing up for the upcoming Holiday. Most of us, even though we had plenty of work to get done, hung around and goofed off for the majority of the day. I certainly did my fair share of doing nothing. I did quite a bit of work in the beginning of the day, but after lunch, well, it was screw off time.
I was hanging out at the front counter around 2:00PM, showing Chief how to make a paper football when Container Girl came up to me to ask for a cigarette. I was just about to run down to my office and grab my smokes when the phone rang and she answered it. So Chief and I continued our football game for a few minutes. When she finally hung up, I walked over to her desk and leaned over the fence...I had lost the football game anyway and Chief and Pennyman had started their own game. Container Girl started talking about some guy she had worked with years earlier, and how his son was coming in to pick up some materials. She mentioned his name and my jaw dropped.

"Did you just say Zeke," I asked her.

"Yeah, why you know him?"

"Well, not the father. But I know his son, I think."

We got into a conversation about Zeke, and I was pretty sure it was the same guy. I told her to call me up to the counter when he came in so I could say hi to him.

"Go get a cigarette," she reminded me.

So I ran down to my office, grabbed my smokes, and came back up to the front counter. We headed out and lit up, yes right in front of the front doors. We talked a bit about how she worked with Zeke's father, and I worked with Zeke. It had been years since I had seen him. Just as I put my cigarette out, a green pick up pulled into the parking lot.

"That's him," she said.

"Yes, it is."

We stood out front while Zeke got out of his truck. As stepped onto the front stairs he picked his head up and looked at Container Girl, then looked at me and his jaw dropped.

"Oh my God," he said. "How are you? It's so good to see you!"

Zeke came up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss! I think he was just as shocked to see me as I was to see him! We talked for a minute until he grabbed my hand, "Come out to my truck. You have to see my new puppy!" he said with a huge grin on his face.

As we walked around the corner to where he had parked his truck, I just KNEW that I'd be hearing about this for the rest of the day! I didn't care though! I was just glad to see him again!

We stood out at his truck for a few minutes, playing with his Golden Retriever and the new Husky puppy that he had bought his wife for Christmas. She was darling! The puppy, I've never met his wife! When we walked back inside so he could pick up his order, the first thing I noticed was how crowded it had gotten at the front counter. When Container Girl and I had gone out for our cigarette the only people at the counter where Chief and Pennyman. Now, Chief, Pennyman, Hummer, Grimy, Dave, Diva, Boss Hogg, and a couple of the guys from the shop! They're so nosey and pathetic!

Zeke and I talked for a few more minutes before he left, but before he left, he gave me another kiss and hug. It was really nice to see him again, and hopefully we'll see each other again.

Of course, I had to endure all the comments, and the questions, and the stares...all because Zeke gave me a hug and a kiss. Screw them all! I'll let them keep guessing about who he is!

NOTE: The husky puppy is not Zeke's puppy, but it's still cute none the less!

Shut up!

2006-12-21T09:50:00.000-05:00

I wonder why people judge other people that they have never even met!? That's one thing that not only boggles my mind, but thoroughly pisses me off.

I remember when Bibleman and I first started dating. All I heard was how much of a psycho bitch his ex-wife was. Granted, what else did I expect to hear from him about her? But either way, nothing he said about her had any influence on my opinion of her at all. I had never met her, so I just didn't feel right talking trash about her, or forming an opinion about her based on his biased views. Personally, I highly doubt she was a psycho bitch. I think she was either A) very stupid for putting up with his shit for 17 years or B) a friggin Saint.

Point is this, I'm quite upset that 'person A' would judge 'person B' based on something 'person C' said, especially when 'person A' and 'person C' have never even met 'person B'... I guess it goes with the territory. I would have loved to tell them both to shut the fuck up! And it still pisses me off!

What, what, what??

2006-12-21T09:42:00.000-05:00

It's been over a week since my last post, for several reasons. First, I've been busy with Christmas. Wrapping, shopping, and that garbage! Second, I've been having fun. I've got a ton of stuff to catch up on and I will definitely get to it. For now, I have to get back to work...my tea is almost ice cold, and this pile of paperwork isn't getting any smaller! But I'll do what I can in between signing contracts!

Daryl Pediford...

2006-12-13T15:26:00.000-05:00

I absolutely despise Christmas! I'm sure that I don't need to keep repeating myself, but I will. There are very few things I look forward to around this time of year. The first thing I look forward to is The Trans Siberian Orchestra Concert, which I attend annually since 2001. I NEVER tire of it. The only thing that will be different this year, as it was last year, is that Daryl Pediford will not be singing, as he passed away October 10, 2004. It breaks my heart really. He was an amazing presence and an unnatural talent. His raspy voice just cannot be duplicated, and that somehow takes away from Daryl's songs. Daryl is, and will always be sorely missed by his countless fans.

The second thing I look forward to, is our annual 'Pound Party.' We will get together again this year to exchange gifts, drink, and be merry. But this year, we will be a much smaller group. Our party used to consist of 13-15 people, crammed into Mother Mitchell's house. This year, there's only going to be 5, and out of those 5, three of us are original Pound Partiers! The best thing about our party is, of course, getting drunk and stupid. Yippee!!!

The last thing I look forward to is a day off with pay! What else needs to be said about that?

Christmas hasn't been a very big deal for me since my Grampa passed in 1988, I've said this before, I know. There's no excitement that should go with it. And there is very little Christmas Spirit, as far as I'm concerned. My usual routine...get us when I feel like it, head over to Mom's when I feel like it, eat breakfast, open some gifts, act excited, eat dinner, watch TV with Dad, go home and screw off, head down to my landlords for mass hysteria, drink, go upstairs, sleep! WOW! Can we say incredibly boring??? This year should prove to be no different.

What really pisses me off about Christmas and the season the most is people's god damned attitude. You know, I went to the mall last Saturday. I HATE the mall, let alone at Christmas time when everyone and their brother is out with major attitudes and pissy-ness. Anyway, I live about 20 minutes from the mall, no big deal, right? WRONG! I got stuck in traffic for about an hour. To me, sitting in traffic is NOT a huge inconvenience. I mean, let's face it...If you wait until 2 weeks before Christmas to get your ass to the mall then EXPECT traffic. That's it! It's simple! So I'm sitting in traffic, window rolled down, smoking my cigarette, bopping along to some major tunage, smiling away, not upset in the least that I'm stuck in traffic. I looked around me, and suddenly became quite aware that everyone was absolutely miserable. No one was smiling, no one was laughing, every had a puss a mile long! The two guys in the car in back of me didn't even say one word to each other the whole 2 miles they were behind me. What the fuck is with that? Isn't Christmas supposed to bring out the best in people? Why all the unhappiness? Granted, I'm nasty around Christmas, and I just plain hate it...but I think I realize more around this time of year, that life just isn't that bad! And it makes me happy to know that I am far better off than a lot of people. Maybe that's why I get bi-polar this time of year...who knows...who cares??? Right???

Bah Humbug! And Merry Christmas...and shit!

I have had it up to here!

2006-12-12T13:09:00.000-05:00

Well, not much time to blog right now, I'm stuck in this shit hole busting my ass again trying to get all my damn work done. Not to mention, I got a semi-ass-chewing from Grimy. Same shit, different day! It's all the same, it never really gets better but some days are more tolerable than others.

I might just go home early, curl up on the couch with my cats and cry. I'm not one for crying in front of many people, matter of fact, besides my parents, the only other people who've seen me cry is Mother Mitchell and Bibleman.

I don't know if it's Christmas that's getting to me, since I really don't like it, or what. But the fact that I'm seconds from tears and it's 1:15PM is really bothering me. I can't wait for 4:30 to get it's ass here so I can blow this Popsicle stand!

I have a bunch of stuff to get done this week, and I can only hope that I can accomplish it all. December really sucks!

Slacking...

2006-12-12T00:16:00.000-05:00

Ok, I've been slacking once again! It's been crazy though, what the Holiday coming up. I've got a bazillion things to do, so blogging hasn't been very high on my list of priorities. If I get the opportunity in the next few days, I'll get my ass back in gear!

2006-12-07T21:06:00.000-05:00

I know I haven't blogged in a few days or so. I just haven't really had much to say. I was going to go Christmas shopping today after work, and then decided against it. I just didn't feel like it, so I came home. I did find a few presents that I had forgotten I bought. I guess I'll brave the crowds and go shopping on Saturday and wrap on Sunday. That gives me the rest of the week to do absolutely nothing!

2006-12-06T12:42:00.000-05:00

I have to rant for a minute or two...

I came into work Monday morning and walked into my office, put my shit on my desk and then said Good Morning to Dave, which is what I always do. I barely got a response from him, so I figured he had a spat with the wife and was in a pissy mood. He didn't talk to me all day, except for when he had to. Tuesday when I came into my office he wasn't here, he was upstairs at the counter shooting the shit with the guys. He came down about an hour and a half later but still didn't talk to me all day. No big deal. Well, since I haven't seen him but for a total of maybe 2 minutes all day today, and he's still not talking me, I figure when he gets over whatever the hell it is that's making him a grouchy bastard...I won't be talking to him. Stupid, I know...but such is my life working with a bunch of immature assholes. I've always been one to confront someone I have an issue with as it's the easiest and least stressful way to get over it!

At any rate, I'll expect him to not talk to me for the rest of the week. He's been upstairs at the counter for 5 hours now, not doing a damn thing while I've been busting my ass to keep this damn department running. The little shit can't even make a phone call and schedule a pick up...even though he's the scheduler! I could choke him. But I won't...Instead, I'll wait until Monday, when I walk into the office and he says Good Morning...because my reply will be "Fuck you too, Dave!"

That's all for now...I know I sound miserable, but in actuality, I'm sitting here listening to The Red Hot Chili Peppers...in peace for once. And I kind of like it! I wish it were this quiet everyday around this psycho place!

Christmas Spirit?

2006-12-06T08:51:00.000-05:00

I really dread Christmas! Granted, I'm like a little kid sometimes, but the whole spirit of Christmas is just not there. I turn into Scrooge the closer it gets every year. The reason being...Christmas is NOT a happy time of year for me since I lost my grandfather the day after in 1988. Sure, that was 18 years ago (DAMN!) and I should probably be over it by now...but can one really get over the loss of a loved one, especially on a holiday?

At any rate, since I'm not looking for sympathy from anyone, the whole point to this blog is that I've got the Christmas Party around the corner and I'm not even close to being done with my Christmas Shopping. Not to mention, I'm almost broke! I really would like to skip it this year, but that's impossible now. I did talk to Mother Mitchell, and I think we're in agreement that we'll skip the gift giving altogether next year. It will save a ton of money for the both of us!

I should have started my shopping earlier, so that I could do it all online and avoid the craziness of the malls and stores at this time of year. But...stupid me, put it off and put it off, so now I just have to suck it up and get my ass in gear and out there in the madness that is Christmas!

Bah Humbug!

Out of time...

2006-11-29T15:45:00.000-05:00

Ah...it's almost that time again, to get the hell out of here! Well, today I'll be scooting out early. I have to run down to the other yard and change up some paperwork for the crews tomorrow, and I have to get a contract on to Gil's board before he takes off without it! I hate to think that if he shows up to the job tomorrow without the contract in hand, the GC will send the crew home, and that'll suck for all of us!

I only accomplished half of my phone calls today, because I screwed off for awhile. Grimy had a fit, so to speak...he'll ream me out tomorrow I'm sure. Oh well, tough shit!

At any rate, I'll be skipping my 4:00 cigarette so I can get to the temp yard before they book out for the day and lock the gate.

Oh, on another note, I decided to start another blog...so I have a place to write my daily (well, as daily as I post anyway) Three Beautiful Things. I don't know if the link's on my profile yet, but it is quite empty so far. I may have a chance to get it started tonight after work and before paint class...if I don't take a nap that is...tee hee!

Later my friends!

My boys won again!

2006-11-26T23:40:00.000-05:00

Watched the football game with Skipper at Mother Mitchell's....Pat's won! And what an interesting game it was, with all the turnovers, fumbles, injuries...Poor Junior, broke his arm...ouch! That had to have hurt!

Three More Beautiful Things

1. My landlord, Ma, asked me all the questions typical of a new romance. What is he like? Is he nice? Is he handsome? Do you get along well? Any sparks? I was actually able to answer all her questions, with that big cheesy grin she knows is indicitive of me being smitten with him!

2. Sitting outside this afternoon, barefoot, on the front steps petting Blackie. Barefoot? In New England? At this time of year? Amazingly warm...and wonderful!

3. Sharing the chair with the puppy dog, quite comfortably, instead of fighting with her for possesion

Just another boring Sunday...

2006-11-19T19:20:00.000-05:00

I accomplished nothing today, because of my stupid migraine. Worse things could have happened, so I'll be glad I had an uneventful day!

Three more Beauiful Things...

1. The quiet of all 5 kitties curled up together sleeping soundly.

2. Mom was kind enough to drop my laundry off because I wasn't feeling well.

3. A bowl of hot cream of chicken soup and crackers on a cold day...yummy!

Kids....the things they do!

2006-11-18T12:26:00.000-05:00

I stumbled across this video...it is hysterical!

Three Beautiful Things...

2006-11-18T11:27:00.000-05:00

I've had this blog bookmarked for awhile now, and for some reason, today seems to be the most appropriate day if ever there was one to try out Clare's 3BT's experience. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, wander over there ------> and click on the link to check out her blog. I think you'll have a different view of the world around you.

1. Waking up surrounded by kitties intent on keeping me warm on a very cold morning.

2. Checking the Caller ID and seeing his number.

3. Knowing I don't have to do anything today, except the things I want to do.

How Boring!!!

2006-11-17T11:12:00.000-05:00

I just took a look at my Blog, and I find the colors so boring. I think I need to brighten it up a bit, what do you think?

To Hang or Not to Hang...

2006-11-16T20:58:00.000-05:00

I was invited by Hummer to hang out at the club tomorrow night for a VIP Party. I guess I could be interested in drinking all night for free and not having to get my ass off the couch at the club...

...But then I would have the unpleasant experience of spending extra time with the fools I work with instead of my usual relaxing night at Mother Mitchell's watching movies...

...No to mention I could miss the possibility that my drunken co-workers would make complete asses out of themselves, giving me much ammunition if ever I should need it to completely humiliate them at some point in the future...

...And, of course, there's the fact that Chief would be there, which would at least give me something to pleasant to look at instead of watching the television screen...

...And I'd be guaranteed a seat to myself instead of having to fight the bassett hound for chair rights...

Ah...Screw it...I'm watching a movie...I don't like any of them enough to spend an evening with them!

The Mentality Of my Co-Workers

2006-11-15T13:14:00.000-05:00

Lately, the mentality of my co-workers never ceases to amaze me. The insightful bullshit which they spew forth makes me laugh, if not in front of them, definitely because of them. Let me explain....

After lunch, I opened the back door in my office and lit my cigarette. As I stood there smoking, Grimy proceeded to engage me in this most childish conversation.

'Hey...I heard a rumor,' he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

'Please, enlighten me with this insightful bullshit,' I said as I took another drag.

'Now don't get mad. But I heard you had your eye on someone in this office.'

'Who, pray tell, fed you this line of garbage? And who did they say I had my eye on?'

'I'm not going to say who told me, but I've heard it from several people. And they said you had a thing for Chief.'

I laughed as I flicked the ashes from my cigarette out the door.

'Do you people have anything better to do with your time than to play these childish games? Don't high school kids do these idiotic things?' I asked.

Apparently, Grimy wasn't the only one to hear such gossip, Dave agreed with him that he himself had heard the same rumor. Which makes sense, since Grimy's brother, Hummer, whispered to me this morning that 'Chief likes you, but you didn't hear it from me.'

Grimy continued, 'So, let me ask you a question, and you better not lie to me or I'll cock-block you later. Let's just say that Chief asks you out for a couple of drinks after work one day, would you go? And be honest!'

'I don't know, maybe,' I replied as I put my cigarette out and closed the door.

Grimy finished his little interrogation with, 'Well, OK. That's honest. So now if it comes up I won't make a big deal out of it because you were honest.'

'Grimy,' I said as I brushed past him, 'With you, everything is a big deal!'

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I still don't see why every one's personal life is such a big fucking deal! Whether or not I have 'my eye' on Chief should be no one's business but my own. But...I guess that's what happens when you work with a bunch a idiots!

Back to work!

Hot guy alert!!!

2006-11-11T19:20:00.000-05:00

I went to the bank after work yesterday, like I always do on Friday. I think I'm one of the very few who does not have direct deposit, mainly because I like the personalness (is that even a word?) of a small bank who knows you by face and name, not just by bank account number.

So after my Friday afternoon chat with the teller, I walked out of the bank and was heading to my car, when I stopped in my tracks and turned around. A couple of weeks ago, I broke my car key, and haven't bothered to get a new spare made. Since I was right next door to Standard Hardware ( a small hardware store that hasn't been upset by Home Depot or Lowe's yet) I figured I'd pop in and see if they made keys.

They did, luckily. So I stood at the counter while the kid attempted to make my key. Not even 2 minutes later, this really hot guy walks in and stands next to me, smiling. He needed keys made as well...except he needed 17 made, not just one. It took the kid what seemed like forever to get my key made, but I had a nice little chat with this extremely gorgeous guy, and when my key was done, I paid for it and said to the hot guy "I'll see you later" to which he replied...."I hope so."

That totally made my Friday! Something about having a bad day, and then something so small just brightens it up!

Enlighten me...Please!

2006-11-09T12:52:00.000-05:00

I don't have much to time to post at the present moment...I'm at work, and I still have a million things to catch up. My paperwork has been piling up for 2 weeks now, and I still have a gazillion phone calls to make.

I don't even know why I'm posting, except that I was reading through some blogs while enjoying my lunch...a tuna fish pocket with provolone...yummy!

It dawned on me, that I'm not the most exciting person in the world of blogging. I'm not sure if I'm writing for my own benefit, or for the benefit of others, or just to entertain my own mind. I really don't even know what I'm saying right now.

I'll just knock it off for now. Maybe later, I'll have something of utter importance to blog about. For now, I'll go back to my overwhelming pile of paperwork. I have a couple of quotes I need to get faxed out before I attempt to tackle the mound of liens and waivers staring me in the face!

Toodles, my Internet blog friends!

Old blog from Myspace

2006-11-05T17:51:00.000-05:00

This was originally posted on Myspace (by me) on October 24th, 2005....

*****'I discovered something yesterday that absolutely horrified me! You see, I love Jolly Ranchers. And I had a few left over, that I threw in a cup, along with other stuff, like pennies, and screws. Seems that the heat melted the Jolly Ranchers, and it stuck to my coinage. So, I threw out the JRs and washed off my moolah, only to discover that the sticky JR residue that had clung so nicely to that cruddy old penny brought the shine back to it. Kind of like what happens when you buy that stuff to polish brass and copper, you know, the stuff with all the chemicals in it? I have since come to the conslusion that if JRs can shine a penny to a brand new like state, one can only wonder what it does your teeth!'*****

It just happened to pop into my head this afternoon, after I was rummaging through my kitchen looking for something to munch on. And you know, I haven't eaten a Jolly Rancher since I found that melted one stuck to the penny!!!!

Kickoff for the Colts vs Pats game is in 2 hours. And since I didn't swill any beverages on Friday, I think it might be a nice idea to swig a few with the pizza for the game! Time to head out or I'll lose my seat to Mother Mitchell's bassett hound!!!

I have to stop doing this

2006-11-05T13:53:00.000-05:00

I spent last evening, alone, at Mother Mitchell's and it was quite peaceful. I lit a fire and watched 'Little Man Tate' again. When that was over I watched the first four episodes of 'Futurama.' By then Mother Mitchell and Skipper had arrived, dressed to the nines after having attended a wedding. They looked so beautiful/handsome and so happy with each other. I sat on the couch and talked to Mother Mitchell for awhile, until almost 2:00am before I decided to get home! Then I played some stupid computer game until 4:30 before I finally retired to the couch. Told you I was an idiot! Ha!

I'll get back over there at some point today. It's sunday and the New England Patriots are playing the Indianapolis Colts this evening. What a tough game to call. Indy's my new team, but I have to stick with my boys, the Pats, on this one. Indy's offense isn't cutting it this year!

Why do I even bother

2006-11-04T16:55:00.000-05:00

Too Friendly had mentioned that, because she wasn't working today we could get together and do something. Great idea! We decided about 2 hours ago to rent a movie and hang at Mother Mitchell's (who is at a wedding) for awhile.

Too Friendly just called. Seems she has better things to do than hang out with me. She'll be playing poker all night! She invited me to join her but I'm not big into playing cards all night. Screw her!

Now I'm taking a shower! Catch ya'll later!

I should unglue myself from my seat

2006-11-04T15:57:00.000-05:00

I've spent the better part of the day reading blogs. Not that it's a bad thing, I love to read about people. Everyone is unique in their own way, and that makes for an interesting world.

It's almost 4:00pm. I have things to do, but no motivation. And the fact that I have an almost banging headache from lack of food isn't very inspiring. I just want to go back to sleep. I can see that the only thing I will accomplish today is taking a shower, buying cat food, dropping off my laundry, and feeding Mother Mitchell's dog. I think that's about all I can handle anyway.

Is it Friday yet?

2006-11-03T19:08:00.000-05:00

I am hereby declaring myself...unofficially officially...a complete freakin idiot!

I have major issues, and until I figure out how to fix them...I will be retiring to Mother Mitchell's house to sit my ass in front of the fire place, swig some well deserved alcoholic beverages, and watch a movie in my oh-so-comfy Grinch pajamas!

Crazy summer....

2006-11-02T18:41:00.000-05:00

Since I've been away, so much has happened, I don't even know where to begin!

Ok...found a starting place...work! That dreaded 4-letter word that, at times, makes me cringe. I have just about finished working long, grueling days...with the exception of this week, because Dave is on vacation. I don't know if I should laugh or cry! It actually hasn't been that bad, with today being the exception. I worked my tail off yesterday, doing Dave's job as well as mine. Only I never really got to mine too much...so Grimy can't say anything next week! For some odd reason, and I'm sure it's because the weather hasn't been too bad, construction is still booming. This means, we're still in the full swing of things, pretty much. It wound down last week, we actually had a couple days we were scrambling for work, so the crews could work full days, or at the very least 3/4 days. We started this week with a full schedule for Monday, but nothing the rest of the week. Suffice it to say, I've been a very busy little bee. We are now booked out until the end of next week, and I haven't even scheduled all the jobs yet. Tomorrow will prove to be quite challenging...Can I finish all the scheduling, handle the new jobs, catch up on all my paperwork, send out my bills, and make my calls? I'm heading to the bar if I can get it all done!

On another work related issue...Grimy and I have been getting along quite nicely, since he finally stopped being an asshole, and I finally stopped calling him one. I think Dave was right...this might have been our week to bond. I will never admit it though, and neither will Grimy. Which brings me to another point...

Grimy thinks he knows everything about everything. I told him that he was wrong. This prompted a long drawn out discussion about what I knew that he didn't know. In the end, we ended up hopping on the Internet and taking one of those 'free' IQ tests. Yes, I get paid for this shit! So he takes the IQ Test and then I do, and he scores 2 points higher than me. Wow! Well, that's all it took. When will I ever learn?

Toodles...from the 'not-so-bright' Vans

I'm alive!!

2006-11-02T18:38:00.000-05:00

I realize that it's been quite awhile since I last posted, and I never really thought it was a big deal until Andrew commented on my last blog. So...Thank you for being genuinly concerned Andrew, and know that I am still alive and well! It's nice to know that people do notice when you turn up missing!

4:00 won't come fast enough...

2006-09-25T14:57:00.000-05:00

It's almost 4:00 - my smoke break...and it isn't coming fast enough damn it! I actually have something to blog about, but I'll never get it done before I leave, so it'll have to wait until I get home! I had a fabulous weekend...about time, eh?

Ok...2 more phone calls, then out to smoke. I'll be back a bit later!

Toodles!

Damn, it's been awhile....

2006-09-19T14:47:00.000-05:00

I've so been ignoring everything computer related lately, probably because I spend so much time sitting in front of one at work I can't stand to even look at mine at home, let alone turn the damn thing on! That, and it's still being stupid. I can't afford a new one, so I try to leave it alone, unless I have something real important to take care of online.

I'm at work, and since I'm so tired of actually working, I figured I'd check out my normal cyber haunts. I have a lot of reading to catch up on with some of your blogs, and I swear I'll do it. Maybe tonight or tomorrow. I have to stop by Mother Mitchell's after work and feed the dog, and then I think I might hang out and watch 'Dog the Bounty Hunter' since I don't get that channel at home...I'm too cheap to pay for anything more than basic cable right now.

I can't even say that there's been a lot going on in my life lately, just the usual crap...GRRRR...phone! (20 minutes later......) I hate doing this shit from work! I always get the phone calls at the very end of the day! Can't people call before or after lunch? Why is it always 20 minutes before I walk out the door?

Anyway, I've been working longer days than I'm used to...I come in 2 hours early everyday now. I know, I know...think of the overtime! But that's not really the point! I'm coming in early so that I don't have to listen to Dirty Pierre bitch anymore. But it seems the more I do the more he bitches! I can't win for losing!

I still haven't found a new boyfriend yet...I guess I just don't give a rat's ass anymore. I mean, really...men suck! No offense to you guys who are genuinely nice guys! I'm in my 'I hate men modes.' Speaking of men....

...Nah, never mind. I don't feel like going into detail about things I shouldn't have done!

That's all for now. It's 4:00 - smoke break

Sunday again...

2006-08-27T09:06:00.001-05:00

Well, I managed to stay off my computer a whole week! I'm so proud of myself! I figure since it's almost shit the bed anyway, I might as well get used to not having it, since I'll never be able to afford a new one anyway. Unless I put the good word in to Mom, and she buys herself a new one, then she'll give her's to Dad and I'll get his! Doubt it will work though, I never did get her car! (I'm such a spoiled brat! But it's not my fault!) At any rate, not a whole hell of a lot going on!

I was so excited about going to Schemitzun yesterday! I've been wanting to go for over 5 years now, and have just never actually made it! I had asked Mother Mitchell and her boyfriend to go, they said they would. Then I asked Bouch to go too. He said he'd go. That was on Tuesday! Wednesday, Mother Mitchell told me that she had a wedding to go to on the Cape on Saturday, she thought I was going to Schemitzun today! So I was a little bummed about them not being able to go, but Bouch was still going, and I was thrilled! Friday night, around seven o'clock, the phone rang. Bouch couldn't make it, he had to work! Damn! I ended up not going. I was going to go by myself, but I know me, and I'm so bad with directions, not to mention that my car is still a piece of crap and I'm not sure it would make the hour journey there! So I stayed home and read all day! Until I came over Mother Mitchell's to babysit the dog again! I ended up watching Harry Potter 3 & 4, then went to bed! Fun, huh?

It's 10:00AM...I should be out doing something! But instead, I'm sitting here, blogging! Man, I need a life! I'm going to Schemitzun, dammit! even if I do have to go alone! Even if I do get stuck in Connecticut! I don't care! I'm going!

I'm going to go make the bed, get dressed, and head out on my journey!

Toodles!

Had a bad day

2006-08-22T16:13:00.000-05:00

It's 5:21 Pm, as I'm sitting here writing this. I've got a cigarette burning in the ashtray, a bottle of Smirnoff Twisted, and the radio's blaring. I don't usually drink on the weekdays, hell, I don't usually drink at all. But I'm so pissed off right now I'm not sure I can think of anything else to do, unless I want to scream at the top of my lungs, which will only upset my neighbors...Or punch something, which will only mess up my hand! So...I'll sit here drinking until I calm down enough to get my head straight and do some constructive instead of destructive.

I had a bad day at work, which is typical for a Tuesday these last few weeks. My boss' kid, my direct supervisor, is such an asshole I wanted to punch him in the face today. But, because I need this stupid job, I refrained from doing so. The Grimy Bastard was all over my ass again today. I had to give him an aging report, which pissed him off, because it meant he had to actually work for a change instead of hopping in his 2007 Escalade and driving around all day with his thumb up his ass as is his usual routine. Must be nice to have more money than God and a job where your father owns the company and all you have to do is show up at work and piss people off all day and still get a paycheck! The fucking life this kids leads is beyond my comprehension! I don't get it, I bust my ass to earn my measly paycheck that barely pays my bills, and this kid does nothing but delegate his responsibilities to everyone else and gets paid big bucks to build a new house, guy a new car, buy a new cell phone, a new riding lawnmower, and all sorts of other shit that I can't even think of right now, I'm so pissed!

Anyway, I handed him the report, and he sat down to go over it. Took him a whole hour to read everything I wrote on it, and then he calls me into the office to tell me the same shit he tells me every week. "Call this guy every day until he sends a check."..."Why hasn't this guy sent a check?"..."Call them and find out what's going on."..."Call this guy every day until we get a check." He sounds like a broken record! And quite frankly, I'm tired of hearing him spew forth the same insightful bullshit every day. Problem is...The Grimy Bastard doesn't read, AND he doesn't listen to me! I call the same 175 people every day, and get the same story from them every day! I'm not a fucking magician, and I can't make money appear in the mail on a daily basis! If I could do that I wouldn't need this damn job so bad, would I? So all this Grimy Bastard does is piss me off! He fails to realize that not only do I call these people every day, if I can get though the whole list, but I also have to send out bills, read and sign contracts, look into lien waivers to make sure they're correct before I sign those and mail them out, take phone calls, give quotes, AND try and fix the problems with the entire department. So I pretty much never leave my office for 8 1/2 hours a day, unless I sneak out the back door to smoke a quick cigarette. And then, if I have a contractor who disputes a bill, I have to write down what the problem is, talk to the Grimy Bastard to get an answer, call the contractor back and give him the answer, talk to the Grimy Bastard again, call the contractor back...Because this little shit can't even deal with a problem and makes me do it! I've told him before "I don't make the fucking decisions around here, because if I did, I'd reduce the bill 50% to shut this moron up. He'd be happy, pay the bill, and we'd STILL make a profit because we charged him 4 times what we paid for it!" Then the Grimy Bastard has the nerve to tell me to calm down! I can't stand this kid! Someday he'll have to open his eyes and deal with the real world because daddy won't be around for ever to pat him on the ass and tell him to go play!

I cried the whole way home, not because I was sad, but because I was so pissed it's all I could do! The radio didn't help much, because they played all these mushy songs, which got me thinking about my life, and how I hate it so much! I spent two and half years in a relationship that was so wonderful in the beginning I was sure I was going to marry the guy. But...that was Bibleman, and all he did was lie to me, nice Christian he was. Not to mention, it only took him less than a month to find a new girlfriend...his "right woman" as he says. I hope he chokes on his dinner! Lying scumbag! How the fuck do you break someone's heart and then tell them you love them? Must be some new thing I forgot to read in the manual of life! Promised me the world, and then broke up with me because I didn't believe all his Holy Jumper shit! He knew from the beginning that I didn't agree with his beliefs, but he insisted that it didn't matter. Well, when push came to shove, he couldn't deal with the fact that I'm Buddhist and he's a Born-Again. If you ask me, all Born-Agains are the same...searching for something, anything, to fill the void in their lives. Because they fucked up their lives so badly that they think by "finding God" they'll be saved. And then they have the nerve to preach that "God will give Buddhists a chance to repent in the end." What the hell do I have to repent? I'm not a bad person. I didn't fuck up anything, except my own life, which was all by my own choices that I at least have the balls to admit to! And then I start thinking that even though he's a lying scumbag, I still miss him sometimes. Maybe because I'm so damn paranoid and afraid that I'll end up living my life a lonely old bitch. I can't help but get depressed about the fact that at the rate I'm going, I'll never be a mother. I at least have the brains to realize that bringing a kid into the world just to get on Welfare is so disgusting it's not even funny! So, because I have morals and values, and because I'm outspoken, and have a strong personality I think I scare off all the men I've ever been in contact with. Well, that and the fact that I'm not Angelina Jolie.

Anyway, I guess I'm done ranting, because my bottle is empty but my knuckles are still white! I'm off to get my drink on, and make my problems go away for a little while. I know, I know...drinking doesn't solve anything! I already know this, and like I said, I'm NOT a big drinker...I just need to get this anger out of my system before I do something I'll pay for later! I don't have the patience to sit on my meditation mat right now...and this anger is not healthy. I need to calm down! I'll blog more later, once I get ahold of myself.

Toodles!

WOOOHOOOO!!!

2006-08-21T16:47:00.000-05:00

Hot damn! I'm up and running again! For the time being anyway! I don't have a clue what happened to this computer, all I can guess is that I somehow managed to attract another virus in this pig of a machine! I don't care, really...Tha fact that I can blog from home again is amazingly wonderful! I no longer have to try to catch up on all my reading in that last hour of the work day when I'm finally alone in my office. I didn't have the time to do it today anyway, so I was quite pleased to be able to log in with out freezing up! Yee Haw! Hot damn!

I don't have a clue where I left off here, except with my 'Stupid Computer' post! Anyway, things have been pretty nowmal, I suppose. Nothing major going on. Well, the weekend went by way too quick for me. But that's always the case, and quite frankly, I don't even give a damn anymore!

Friday night I did the usual movie night with Mother Mitchell and her boyfriend (I'll call him Skipper). Believe it or not, we actually let him pick out a movie, even after the horrible flick he chose to torment us with last week. 'Little Big Man' was was a pretty good movie - funny, serious, sad. Not a bad pick, I'd say. Not that it matters really, I love Native Americans and don't mind watching anything surrounding them. I think I've said before...I love the history, culture, music...everything!

Ah...my neighbor is plucking away at his banjo again. So peaceful. I'm glad he waits until the rush hours traffic subsides a bit before he gets going. Now if the police sirens would stop blaring and flying up the street, I'd be happy!

Saturday, as I was informed, I was going to Skipper's long time friend's house to help cut down a tree. Fun, fun! I love how I'm told what I'll be doing! I had heard a bit about Skipper's friend, Dirty Pierre, and was kind of looking forward to meeing him. Although, I must admit, he was not at all what I was expecting. Skipper is a fairly big guy, tall and burly, mustach...he very much looks the part of a Captain or Skipper. I was expecting the same of Dirty Pierre.

We took a left off the main road, onto a long dirt road surrounded by trees and bushes, very country, which I'm not used to being a city girl and all. It was really neat, although I wouldn't want to know what you'd have to do if there was a car coming the other way, since only one could fit down the road at a time. Anyway, Dirty Pierre lives at the very end of this road. We pulled up and parked next to the house and got out of the truck. Dirty Pierre has a very small, very quaint house, nestled among the trees with a big open field along the one side of the house, and a big yard with a really neat pond on the other. For me, it was heavenly. We walked into his house, and I immediately noticed how clean, and practically empty it was. Dirty Pierre had been in the living room, and walked around the corner into the kitchen. I was a little surprised by his appearance. He was a pretty small, thin guy. Fairly quiet and not at all how I had envisioned him. He was very pleasant and accommidating to say the least. I guess I expected a big biker of a guy with a bunch of tattoos, and a big mouth!

Anyway, we set off into the back yard and started cutting down the tree. I couldn't figure out why he wanted to take it down, but apparently it was crowding his River Birch. So we ended up lugging branches up the hill from the pond into the field on the other side of the lot. After we finished we sat by the pond chatting for a bit, but then the hunger pangs set in and we took off up the hill to the deck and had a cookout. It was nice. We sat around drinking, talking, laughing, and eating. I enjoyed it, but I still can't get the sap from the trees off the bottom of my feet!

I was suppoed to go to a birthday party yesterday, but declined, and opted to go to my parents instead. I love my parents dearly, and I don't spend the time I should with them. So I spent a quiet evening over there, sweating my ass off in the heat. But I'm glad I decided to visit them instead of going to a birthday party for someone I hardly know.

I've got some blogs to catch up on, so I'll leave to read them. And then I'll be doing some much needed housework!

Toodles!

Stupid Computer

2006-08-16T11:54:00.000-05:00

Just a quick little note...My home computer is being stupid and won't let me log in here, so I'm sneaking a few minutes at work. I hate that I can't read all your blogs, or post to mine. I hope it doesn't take too long to figure out what the problem is! I'll be back soon...I hope!

Toodles!

Why do I sleep so late?

2006-08-13T09:34:00.000-05:00

Saturday has come and gone. I woke up late this morning, as usual. Now that the weather is so much cooler, I think I need to set my alarm clock on weekends so that I can enjoy it. I can't stand the heat of summer - too hot, too muggy, and I hate that sticky feeling when it's so humid and I can't breath. I'm not fond of sweating, but I'd rather have it pouring down my back than just be sticky.

I need to do laundry, or drop it off and have it done rather. Not that I'll get it all done, I should have dropped it off yesterday, but I never got around to it. So now, I have to do just enough to get me through Monday and Tuesday. I'll drop the rest off Monday after work and hope I don't run into Bibleman. Then I'll pick it up Tuesday after work...and hope I don't run into Bibleman. He stresses me out way too much, even just seeing him brings on an instant migraine.

I slept in my bed the last two nights, after having spent the last two months sleeping on the couch. I can't say I got any more rest in doing so though. I'd like to sleep in bed tonight, but since I have to work tomorrow I think I better bunk out in the living room again. For some strange reason, I seem to wake up earlier if I sleep on the couch. I'm so afraid that if I sleep in my bed, I won't wake up in time and I'll be late for work.

Well, today's our anniversary. So I better get my laundry off so I can get home, eat breakfast, take a shower, and head over to Mother Mitchell's. It's 10:45AM. Why do I sleep so late?

Toodles...

I am constant

2006-08-12T12:28:00.000-05:00

It's an absolutely gorgeous day out today. It's cool and breezy, and not at all like a summer day should be here. Last week was hot and humid, and like the snap of the fingers it's 20 degrees cooler. I love it. This is the perfect day, the way every day should be. My door is open and the breeze is amazingly wonderful. Thankfully, the traffic is light today and I can hear my neighbor strumming his banjo. I could sit and listen to him for hours, if only he'd play that long! This is my Paradise.

Unfortunately, reality has a way of hitting hard. I was at Mother Mitchell's last night. The typical Friday Night Movie Night for us. Her boyfriend was there, too. I like him...A lot. He's a really nice guy and I'm glad she's found someone to share her days with. We watched "Before Sunset" and although it sounded like a good movie, it was dreadfully disappointing. Nothing like watching a couple walk through the streets of Paris talking for two hours! I'll have to remember this movie, so I can be sure to NEVER see it again!

When the movie ended I lit a cigarette and said "Guess what Sunday is?"

To which Mother Mitchell replied "Sunday?"

"Yeah, Sunday, duh! Don't tell me you forgot?"

"The 13th?"

"Uh....yeah, the 13th," I could only roll my eyes, not believing she had forgotten.

"Your anniversary? With 'Bibleman'?"

"No, that's October 13th. And it doesn't exist anymore," I said as I flicked my ashes into the ashtray.

"Oh. OOOOOOOH....OUR anniversary!"

"Two years."

"TWO YEARS?"

"Ayup, it's been two years." At this point, she leaned over to her boyfriend and said "Since we lost our jobs."

"Well," she said looking back to me, "Time flies when you're having fun!"

"You know, it's like that part of my life never existed. Like it never happened, any of it. Like I never worked there, at all, ever!"

"Really?" she said looking quite amazed.

"Really..." I said as I took another drag from my cigarette.

"You're that over it already?"

"Yeah, weird, huh?"

"Well, yes," she said looking at me like I had twelve heads. "I'm not over it."

"I know."

We talked a bit more about how she couldn't believe that I was over it, and how she wasn't. And how at least we had both moved on with our lives and found other jobs. "So, should we hit the package store then," she asked...Like I'd object.

"Better do it tomorrow."

"We should call the girls and invite them over to get drunk and silly with us," she said, laughing.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because. We were all a part of that. We went through it all together."

"Yeah. And it's only me and you now, isn't it?"

I don't know if it's just me being a cynic, or me slapping her in the face with reality, but we've had conversations like this in the past. Not about the same subject, but along the lines of her being optimistic and hopeful about things, and me just being realistic and telling it to her like it is. That could be part of the reason we're best friends. I keep her in check of reality, and she gives me a different perspective when I'm being too much of a cynic. Works well, I think.

The girls she was referring to were my "Ink Sisters." I've written a bit about us in a previous post. Mother Mitchell tries to keep us all together as much as she possibly can, although I've come to the conclusion that she's wasting her time and energy. Frankly, I no longer want to spend time with these girls. I think that Mother Mitchell, being almost twice my age and having had most of her childhood friends move far away (although they still remain very dear friends), is afraid of losing touch with the girls. She seems to feel like she HAS to keep us together as the dysfunctional family we were when we worked together. I, on the other hand, realize that it's not worth the effort. I have tried to keep in touch with all three of them, but they've never cared about keeping that bond we had. So in the end, it's Mother Mitchell and I who talk on a daily basis, go places together, and enjoy each other now as we did then. I cherish my friendship with Mother Mitchell, and I always will. It's not my fault that the other three have decided that we are no longer "worthy" of their friendship. Are they too busy with their own lives to call every now and again? Are they so wrapped up in their jobs to pick up the phone and return a call? Have they made new friends that are now taking up most of their spare time? Have they forgotten our phone numbers? Or is it just that they were never really our friends to begin with? Personally, I believe it's the last statement that holds true with all three of them. That, and maybe a bit of jealousy or resentment.

You see, every one of those girls, including me, looked up to Mother Mitchell. She was respected by each and every one of us when we worked together. And although she wasn't technically our boss, we all treated her as if she were. Whenever she was around, the three of them were on their best behavior...Except me. I didn't carry on with the games they played. If I messed up, hey, I messed up. I took my lecture from Mother Mitchell, accepted that I had made a mistake and moved on. I took responsibility for my actions, and admitted when I was wrong. My mood swings remained constant, whether Mother Mitchell was around or not. I ranted and raved, and had my bad attitude right in front of her. Granted, she'd tell me to the shut the hell up, or argue with me, or tell me to knock it off, which ever was appropriate, and then it would be done. We'd go back to doing what we were doing and everything was fine. The other three girls, well, I don't know how to explain it...But they never wanted to "disappoint" Mother Mitchell. They didn't want her to think that they were mean, nasty, rude, lazy, stupid, incompetent, made bad decisions, made mistakes, took shortcuts in their work, were late for work or left early...Or anything. They had to be "perfect angels" in Mother Mitchell's eyes. Me....Well, like I said...I never changed. I took shortcuts, and told Mother Mitchell I did, and that I was going to continue to do it my way whether she liked it or not. I told Mother Mitchell that I left work early, or came in late and that she could dock my pay if she wanted to. I lost my temper even when I shouldn't have and flipped out, and then admitted later that I was wrong. I remained constant. And in the end, I think she respected me for being me, period. She and I got along quite well, despite the fact that we are total opposite when it comes to personality. And I think what happened...no, I KNOW what happened, was that, because all the girls were vying for Mother Mitchell's attention, and I wasn't (honest)...The fact that we became such close and wonderful friends, really made them angry, jealous, and resentful. They couldn't wait to tell Mother Mitchell how I had messed up, hoping that maybe because I did, she and I wouldn't be such good friends. They followed her around like lost puppy dogs. They tried to rub things that they had done with her in my face. They started calling her more, and stopping by her house, and inviting her to go places, or go shopping, or just hang out...All in the hopes that they could sneak into her life and push me aside to become her best friend. This went on for at least two years, and in the beginning it didn't bother me in the slightest. I would just laugh to myself, not because Mother Mitchell was my best friend and not theirs, but because I could see how silly they were acting and I saw right through them. The back stabbing that went on, not just them stabbing me in the back but them stabbing each other in back, all to outshine one another, was beyond my comprehension. It was far beyond belief. I'd sit in the back room some days and listen to Miishii talk trash about The-Know-it-All. The next day, I'd listen to Too Friendly T talk trash about Miishii. A week later, I'd listen to The-Know-it-All talk trash about Too Friendly T. Not only did they bad mouth each other, but there occasions when they talked trash about Mother Mitchell...To me...Her best friend. Unbelievable. Did they think I wasn't going to tell her? Well, for a long time, I didn't. Because I didn't want to start any more wars than were already going on. I didn't want Mother Mitchell to think I was trying to make the rest of the girls look bad. So I kept my mouth shut. And it bothered me to not tell her what they really thought. In time, I saw that Mother Mitchell was falling for their crap hook, line, and sinker. She had put her best blinders on, and was convinced that each of the girls were wonderful, in their own ways. She couldn't see them for who they were, and it really bothered me. Not because I was afraid they'd "move in on my territory" and steal my best friend, but because they were all lying to her face to get what they wanted and she was too blind to see it. Mind you, she is an extremely intelligent and perceptive woman, but obviously not a very good judge of character. Finally, I decided to have a chat with her about what was going on. I let her in on the secrect that these three girls were not the perfect little angels she thought they were. It took her awhile, but she finally saw their true colors, and now she knows who they really are. So...while they had won many battles, they eventually lost the war. She no longer thinks of them as perfect angels, she sees them for who they really are...a liar, a user, and a puppet. And I no longer want them in my life. At all.

What it all boils down to is that since we no longer work together, there's no reason for them to continue with their charades. Why should they continue to be friends with someone when it is no longer beneficial for them to do so. They no longer need her, so why should they bother with her? It's no longer in their best interest to kill each other, and me, to be her right hand gal! They don't care about her personal life. They don't want to go shopping with her. They don't want to go to dinner with her. They don't care about her finacial stability, or lack there of. They don't want to be there with her when in bad times, or good for that matters. They don't want her calling them at 2:00 in the morning when she's sick and needs to go to the ER. They don't care that she's finally met a wonderfully amazing man who finally fills that void in her life. They don't love her the way they claimed they did. Hell, I don't even know if they like her anymore. But me...I care about her. I want to go shopping with her. I want to go to dinner with her. I care that she's falling on hard time financially. I want to be with her. I did spend the night with her in the ER. I care that she finally has someone to share her life with.

Because I do love her.

I am constant.

Ink Sisters....

2006-08-08T17:54:00.000-05:00

I've been reading some blogs and finally caught up on some of my favorites. I suppose I should call Mother Mitchell and head out on our errands. I'm nearly out of kitty litter, and that makes my kitties not happy!

We're also planning on stopping by the tattoo parlor to see "Pattoo" about a few things. I have quite a large tattoo on my arm, and while I loved it when I got it (it is a tribute to my late grampa) I now feel the need to change it up and make it "prettier." I think I'm looking at a half sleeve with the task of a cover up at hand, and that is ok with me, but I'm sure Mother Mitchell will not approve.

Second, we (mother Mitchell and I) are looking to get either matching tattoos or something... being best friends and all. We still haven't decided what to get but we're sure to get some ideas from Pattoo. She let is slip last night to another of our friends that we were planning on getting new tats, and our friend could only say "And you didn't include me?" I shall tell you more about this friend in the future I suppose...for now, I shall refer to her as Too Friendly T.

Third, and there needs to be a bit of an explaination here, Mother Mitchell and I are adding a paw print to the single ones we already have. You see, I used to work with Mother Mitchell, Too Friendly T, Miishii, and Know-it-All about 2 years ago, until we all got fired (I won't get into the reasons, but I will say that out of the five of us, only Too Friendly T should have gotten the axe.) Jut about one years after our termination we decided to get matching tattoos, a single paw print, to keep the bond between the five of us alive. While we didn't always get along, we were a "family", dysfunctional as it was, a family nonetheless. Unfortunately, we have all grown apart, with the exception of Mother Mitchell, Too Friendly T, and me. These last few months, even Too Friendly T has been growing more and more distant. Mother Mitchell and i have since determined that we need to add a second paw print, because ours is a bond that will only grow stronger, as she is my very best friend.

That's all for now....

Toodles...

Damn it....

2006-08-08T16:52:00.001-05:00

I've spent the last 15 minutes resizing a picture I took with Dave's camera phone, and now I can't even get the damn thing to post! ARRRGGGHHH!! Could I be any more annoyed? Yes, I'm sure I can be!

I found a neat bug at work today. He was hanging outside my office, just chilling on the door frame. I've never seen a bug like him before, and he probably hitched a ride from Canada in the cedar. If I can find out what he is, I'll be sure to let you guys in on the secrect. He's pretty cool, and he was my smoking buddy today. One of the guys in the shop was going to squish him for me, but I declined and thanked him. Dave said if he bit him, he'd (the bug) die. He didn't move all day, except for when I got close to him to take his picture.

I'm going to TRY to post him here....Well I'll be a son of a bitch! Pop-up blockers!

A Little 'Splainin to do...

2006-08-01T22:30:00.000-05:00

I'm going to make this fairly short for now, for several reasons. First, it's late and I'm tired. Second, I need to actually recall the events from the last 2 weeks to that I can 'splain them right...

I think I left off with my date with Truck. I've known him since I was 20, so....12 years, roughly. I haven't heard from or talked to him in about 11 years, but I found him on the internet and starting chatting with him again. I've always had a fondeness for him, even though he's quite rough around the edges, and he can be very hard to swallow if you don't know him.

I wouldn't actually consider it a date, per say. More like two old friends getting together. He picked me up at my house and we decided to go for lunch/dinner since it was about 2:00 PM.
We talked a little bit (neither one of us are big talkers) but then had to figure out where to go to eat. I'm so used to just going to a very local restaurant or pub that it never dawned on me to go anywhere else.

Truck: "So, what do you feel like eating?"
Me : "I don't care. What do you want?"
Truck: "Whatever you feel like eating."
Me : "Listen, I picked the day, you pick the place."
Truck: "Well, last time I decided I wanted a Philly Cheese Steak I ended up in Pennsylvania."
Me : "As long as I'm home in time for work in the morning, I'm game."

Mind you, I don't live anywhere near Pennsylvania. We ended up going to Cracker Barrel, which is a good thirty minute drive. I ordered a salad and he had the pork chops. I had a really good time with him. Felt like old times. Nothing major really, but I think we're both looking forward to our next lunch. He's a great guy.

He dropped me off at home about 3 hours later, and that was it. Thought it was going to be something juicy? Nah...But I love his spontaneity, and maybe next time we'll end up in New York for some New York System Weiners...

Anyway, my pillow is calling and I'm getting tired, so I'm going to turn in for the night.

Toodles...

Hungry...

2006-08-01T17:55:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting in front of my computer, although I DO have things to do. Like clean the house...my cats shredded a newspaper and it's everywhere! I also have to run down and pick up my laundry before they close. Of course, there's still the daunting task of calling The Bald Man to break a "date" with him on Saturday.

I haven't really blogged in a while, so there's so much to tell...namely about "The Trucker," "The Bald Man," and "The Night Owl." But I will get to that. Honest.

In the mean time, I really do need to get to this mess cleaned and do my errands. Plus I'm starving and need to grab a bite with the best friend, which she just hinted at. So...I'm off for now. If I get done early enough, I'll blog later. But I'm not promising this time, because it might not be for a day or two!

Toodles....

Work

2006-08-01T12:30:00.000-05:00

Ok, I'm at work, and I have a million things to blog about. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll get to them all tonight. I can't make any promises though...but I really will try! Although it's not like anyone actually reads this anyway!

Toodles...

Long time...

2006-07-25T12:38:00.000-05:00

It's been over a week since I last blogged, I know. I really have to sit down and just do it. I've left everyone hanging, even myself! (Not that anyone even reads this except me...but that's not the point!) So much has gone on in the past week, I'm not even sure I can remember it all...but surely I will try.

Unfortunately, I'm at work, so it will have to wait. Hopefully I'll get a chance tonight, if not, then definately tomorrow!!

Toodles!

Hmmmm...

2006-07-16T10:04:00.000-05:00

I didn't sleep well last night, probably because I wasn't sleeping in my own home. I spent the night at my best friend's, because she had asked to me to so I could put her dog to bed, and feed her in the morning. Her son, who I love like a brother, is just not capable of doing these things, even at 36.

Anyway, I lounged on her couch last night, watching Cops and stuff, finished up a load of laundry, then finally headed up to her big comfy bed to crash. Comfy or not, I could not fall asleep. And when I finally did, I tossed and turned all night. I was awake before 6:00AM. I let the dog out of her crate, and then took her downstairs and let her out. It was quite cool, so I opened up all the windows again, and then soaked the dog's food. I sat on the front porch, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool morning air. So this is what the world looks like when the sun's coming up!

After my cigarette, I headed back upstairs and went back to bed. I got up before 9:00AM and went downstairs to feed the dog. After that, I put the dog in her kennel, grabbed my stuff, and headed home.

Blackie was next door, and wouldn't even acknowledge me, I suppose because he spent the last two nights outside. He so loves the summer that it's hard to get him in anymore. I called him for almost a half of an hour Friday night, at 2:30 in the morning, and he ignored me. So I had gone to bed.

I headed into the garage and made my way up the stairs. Good thing I looked down...there was a HUGE black spider, and I DO MEAN HUGE spider scrurrying across the stairs. Eww...Now, I don't mind spiders, but this beast was tarantula sized, and just plain gross! I quick ran up the stairs, flung the door open and bolted inside, slamming the door behind me. It had better not find it's way inside!

At any rate, I should do some cleaning before I call "The Trucker." It's staring to get late and I want it done before we decide what our plans are!

Toodles!

Links to blogs

2006-07-15T15:04:00.000-05:00

I've been browsing through some of the blogs here, and I've found a few that I really enjoy reading. Now, I just have to link them up over there on the right. I guess I should do that now, before I forget and they take over my space! ARRRGGGGHHH!!!

Ok...so I'm not linking them up yet! I will eventually. Instead, I made me a South Park Character....

I guess that's what I'd look like as a citizen of South Park. I'm nuts...everyone says so, so it MUST be true!

~~YAWN~~

2006-07-15T09:29:00.000-05:00

Well, it's Saturday morning, and I have a ton of stuff to do, as usual. Not that I feel like doing any of it, but that's neither here nor there. I'll get it all done, eventually!

Went to the Chinese Buffet for dinner last night. I didn't eat anything, because I wasn't hungry...what else is new! Headed over to the best friend's house after that to watch movies. We only watched one though "Legends of the Fall." It's one of my favorites, after "Meet Joe Black" of course. Why we torture ourselves like that is beyond me. There's no good explaination one could have for watching a movie we know will make us bawl our eyes out. But hey, it's a female thing I suppose!

I really have no plans for this weekend, other than going out somewhere with Cliff tomorrow. I think we're doing dinner, but I'm not really sure. Gotta call him to find out.

Spending the night at my friend's, because she won't be home, and I have to dogsit for her. I wish I knew how to work her TV, because I'd watch a movie or something. Oh well, c'est la vie. At any rate, I'm off to get some laundry done, and then some cleaning. I'll blog more later...maybe.

Yuck...Ewww...Blah!

2006-07-13T19:14:00.000-05:00

Not much to say today, except that I feel like shit. I woke up this morning, 2 hours earlier than I had to, and felt like garbage. I had to pee...then I went back to bed. All freakin' day, I felt like I drank 8 gallons of chalk, and my neck is killing me...stiff neck, I guess. I don't have a clue what the hell the problem is, but hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow!

By the way...today was a manic day...Dave likes me better when I'm this way! Blah!

Toodles...

Happy Hump Day

2006-07-12T18:11:00.000-05:00

Well, it's finally Wednesday, which means two more horrid days at work. Then I'll be able to spend my miserable weekend doing...nothing! And personally, I couldn't be happier about it.

I was supposed to go to the pond tonight, but because of the rain, we had to cancel. I'm a little disappointed, but in the end, I didn't really want to go anyway. I was doing it as a favor to my best friend, because I always do what she wants me to do...that's what best friends are for...right?

I was going to do some reading actually, but I don't feel like it. So I guess I'll turn on the TV and see what's on. Probably nothing, but that's ok. I'll end up falling asleep on the couch, as always. Can't say I mind. Do I sound bored? Ayup, I am. Oh well, such is life!

Toodles...

Harry Potter...

2006-07-11T14:44:00.000-05:00

Once again, I'm at work. It's almost the end of the day, and I'm bored, as usual. Not that I don't have a million things to do...I just really have no desire to get into them.

I'm stopping by Wal-Mart after work, so exciting...I know. I have to pick up the third Harry Potter book. I don't even know why I started reading them, I actually wanted NO part of anything Harry Potter. But last week, while I was in Wal-Mart ( I go there every week...) I decided it was time to pick up a book to read, that wasn't written by Zen Master Seung Sahn. At any rate, while I was looking at the books, I spotted Harry Potter and thought "Hmmm, why the hell not." So I bought it. Needless to say, I'm hooked. I wasn't halfway through "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" when I headed back to Wal-Mart to buy "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." Well, I finished that one last night, so I'm off to....guess...to buy the third one "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." I've enjoyed both books so far, and only expect that they'll get better. The movies, however...well, I was quite disappointed with the first movie. Not that it was horrible or anything, but maybe because I HAD read the book, I expected more from the movie. But...like they say...the book is always far better than the movie. In this case, I agree. I'll probably watch the second movie tonight, and see how it compares to the book. So....for anyone who hasn't read the books, you really should! They're easy reads, and quite good. I have a hard time putting them down!

Toodles...

AARRGGHH!!!

2006-07-10T14:49:00.000-05:00

I've had just about enough of this damn job as I can take. I'm writing from work, and I couldn't care less if they walk in and fire me. I hate it...I hate it...I hate it! Most of the time I'm so freakin' busy I can hardly remember what I'm doing. I've got one boss telling me to do one thing, while another tells me to do something completely different, and yet a third boss makes me do something exactly the opposite! So...who the hell am I supposed to listen to?

And before I say anything else, I can't complain about one without getting my ass chewed or reemed by the other two. It's a weird situation, and someday I'll get into it. But right now I'm about ready to scream!

By the way...I'm trying different colors just to see which I like best, so hang in there. Thanks!

Saturday...

2006-07-08T13:10:00.000-05:00

I didn't blog yesterday, even though I had a million things running through my head. Now, I seem to have fogotten what they were. Figures.

It's a beautiful day out today, and there's really no reason why I'm sitting here blogging, except maybe for the fact that I have a banging headache. That's typical though. I have decided that I'll do some laundry, go get a haircut, and maybe putter around the house later and catch up on some long overdue cleaning. The door's open, so I'm getting a nice cool breeze, sort of.

I don't know if there's anything I actually wanted to say today. And I think I've come to the conclusion that this will be my "online diary" so to speak. That said, there will probably be a million things that anyone reading this won't have the slightest clue about...But I'll be able to read back and say "Hey, I remember that" or "What the HELL was I thinking?" Once I figure out how to post pictures, I'll even be able to remember the things I thought were cool!

My Dad's birthday is tomorrow, and if I'm a good daughter, I'll spend some time with him. If not tomorrow, then today. I'm going to the Art Festival tomorrow, so I may not get a chance to visit him then. But today's a lazy day, so I can get over there in a bit. I love my Dad! And my Mom, but it's not her birthday.

Let me see if I can post a picture with that picture looking button up there.....I'm not too sure that this is going to work, but we'll see if the Indian pops up anywhere! Hey, there he is! YAY ME!

Ok, now that I know how to do that! I'm off to the salon to get a hair cut! I'll blog more later, probably!

Toodles!

Cool Blog!

2006-07-06T18:19:00.000-05:00

Ok, so before I decided to go downstairs and continue painting, I was flipping through blogs and came across this one....Shut Up! I like it, I think it's cool, and I'll definately have to keep checking back to see what else this guy has to say, as I find him quite interesting! I added it to my links on the side, just because I find it so interesting!

Oh...and once I get more accustomed to how Blogger.com works, I'll probably update my profile, add cool links and photos, and other assorted junk!

Nothing but Thinking

2006-07-06T17:35:00.000-05:00

I got home from work about an hour and a half ago, and I've pretty much been doing nothing but messing around on the computer. Well, that and reading my e-mail, which pretty much consists of junk, as usual. I did get one e-mail from the ex...and oh how wonderful it is to know that he's still real annoying and STILL has nothing new or original to say. At least I know that I'm not the reason we didn't work out. I'm pretty much normal, and he's...well...let's just say that he's got a few screws loose and leave it at that!

The good thing about the whole day is that tomorrow is Friday, but it's not coming fast enough. The Wickford Art Festival is this weekend, and I've been dying to go, as always. I missed it last year because of the rain, and that was kind of a drag. Not that I can afford most of the artwork there, but just looking around taking in all the amazingly wonderful creativity is quite relaxing. Maybe someday, I'll be lucky enough to be invited to display my art there, if I can get the publicity needed to do so. Until then, I'll keep painting away.

Speaking of which, I'm off to finish the one I started a few weeks ago!

First Blog

2006-07-05T15:18:00.001-05:00

I happened across Blogger.com on accident really. You know how it goes, surfing the net, you stop to read something, then find something else that peaks your interest...next thing you know, you're so far off from what you were originally looking for.

Why I created a blog? I haven't a clue. It's not that my life is so exciting that I think everyone would get a kick out of it. Just maybe that I like to write...anything. Even if it's meaningless, it gives me something to do. Or maybe, since I never had that "sacred" diary as a child that most little girls had, I feel the need to put my life on paper (or the internet as it may be.)

Whatever the reason, here I am. Blogging away when I should be working. And I really have no idea what this will actually turn out to be. But for the moment, it's fun. And what more is there to life than that anyway?