Tuesday, November 30, 2004

That's MY $3.70, dammit!

How sad is it that I just got all excited that my car insurance went down $3.70 this month? I mean, I saw my minimum payment, and I actually gasped, and started yelling about it to my co-worker.

I think I might have some issues...

But dammit, it's cool that I now pay $96.60 rather than the $100.30 I used to pay! There's just something about that over-100 mark that made it seem excessive to me. Kind of like it being ok to weigh 180 pounds as opposed to if I ever weighed 200. Ok, not that it's ok for me to weigh 180. In fact it's sort of pissing me off, but that's a different post for another time. My point is that there's some sort of psychological release that happened to me when I saw that my insurance was below $100 this month.

Ok, I not only have issues, but I'm a freak. I know it.

Life in my snowglobe...

It's snowing big, huge, beautiful flakes out right now. Fortunately, the streets are too wet for the flakes to stick. My car is not, though, and I'm sure I'm going to have to dig it out later, dammit. Oh well. It's never too bad, and it's supposed to stop relatively soon, I think. As long as the streets stay clear, I'll be fine.

I've got lots to do in preparation for heading back to Cali for the Mema funeral this week. Today is a busy day, as it's a payday/commission payout day, and it just so happens that tons of other stuff is going on as well. I'm having a very hard time getting a hold of one of the people I need to help me with something, and while I usually love working with this person, I'm getting very frustated with their sudden ability to ignore me and my 2 teeny, tiny issues I need to have corrected right now. Shit, I turned them in to her over a week ago! And she's not responding to my e-mails, and she's not responding to my voice mails, and I'm getting pissed. Because it causes me heartburn when I have issues that need to be corrected. And they haven't sat around uncorrected like this for a good long time. Irritating.

But I'll be with my family starting tomorrow through Sunday this week. Well, I fly back home on Sunday, really, so through Saturday, anyway. I got a really good deal on my flight (only $350!! Damn! Last time I flew home at the last minute for funerals, it cost me $600...so $350 is a nice price, IMO), and I'm trying to get in touch with Dickhead to see if he can help with the free parking/ride to the airport thing, but I'm afraid he might be out of town, so that might be a bust. I have a shitload of laundry to do tonight, and trash to take out, and packing to do, blah, blah, blah...there's just a lot to do, it seems. I also want to get one of those auto-timer things for my Christmas lights, so they turn themselves on and off while I'm gone. (Hell, I want them to turn themselves on and off when I'm here, even!) So I'll need to stop by K-Mart or something on my way home and look for a doohicky that does that for me. I also have to tromp over to my neighbor's house and ask them to collect the thousands of cataloges that seem to build up daily in my mailbox. (Do I really need another holiday version of Pottery Bran? Really? The first 3 I received in November weren't enough? Oh, all right then...)

I'm looking forward to spending time with my family. I haven't seen my dad and stepmom in a long-ass time, it seems, and I'll get to visit with my nieces from Texas, too. My brother's girlfriend should be showing by now, so that's neat-o. I'm just looking forward to family time.

And good sushi. DAMMIT I need some good sushi!! :)

Monday, November 29, 2004

And not so favorite thing...

I just got word from my older sister that my grandmother passed away this morning. *sigh!* Even though we were all ready for it as she has been quite ill for a while now, it still stings a little. Ok, more than I thought, to be quite honest. She was my last surviving grandparent. And while she wasn't the coolest old lady to me when I was growing up, she was always very...grandmotherly. She was the grandma that baked cookies with us when we went to her house for visits. She was the grandmother that lived in a mobile home park for a good part of her life. I remember when we used to go visit her when we were kids, and we'd play with her parakeet, Cookie, and we'd go for walks through the mobile home park, and we'd go to the little recreation center they had and visit with some of Mema's friends every now and then. (That's what we called her, btw...Mema. "It's mommy backwards," she told me once when I asked her why we called her Mema. Phoenetically, she had a point. Otherwise, I guess it doesn't make much sense. :) She's also the grandma that taught us how to play pokerkeeno, and other little games like that. She had a room full of stuff that we'd sort through all the time. Things that she'd never thrown away, but wasn't ever going to use again, either. When she moved out of her mobile home a few years ago, she gave me all the records that used to belong to my grandpa (who died when the Twin and I were about 7 or 8, if I recall correctly...), because they were classical music records for the most part, and she figured that I'd appreciate them more than anyone else. I don't own a record player, and they're the only records I own, but I'm always in search of a player that's reasonably priced, just so I can someday listen to the records that my grandpa loved. (Plus it really is good music...stuff I like a lot. So I look forward to being able to hear them someday...)

God, she was SUCH a grandma! She was squishy, and old, and smelled like mothballs. She sucked on hard candy, and she shuffled around the house slower and slower with every year that passed. One time, I had to do a project for a class where I spoke to someone who had lived during WWII, and I chose to talk to Mema about where she had lived, and what she had done. Turned out she was one of the riveters. She worked in a factory while my grandpa went off to Panama to work in the Army as a construction foreman, or something. It wasn't very exciting. But she told me that they got on just fine. My mom was the only child she'd had at that point, so it wasn't like the family was overbearingly large or anything. In old pictures, her hair was always blond and curly, and for a good part of the 60's and 70's, she wore some downright funky-ass glasses that I can picture very clearly in my head right now, but I don't think I could do justice describing them. She worked as a cafeteria lady for as long as I can remember, and did so until she retired finally about 10 or so years ago. She called black people "colored", and she hated the Asian community that had sprung up around her mobile home park, finally chasing her to live with her two daughters in either Texas or Northern California. (And it really was bad...all the signs had been changed to read in only Korean in her neighborhood. Her church community had changed drastically, and she couldn't understand what the priest said any more...the people she encountered in stores were apparently nasty to her - although it could have been her attitude towards them that caused it, who knows - so she didn't like going outside her mobile home park any more...) But she was a product of the 30's. She was not cool, in any sense of the word. But she was nice. And she was a proper grandma.

I'll miss you, Mema. Even though we didn't talk much over the past couple of years, you've always been on my mind, and I've always wished you the most comfortable days possible as you went through your latest challenge. Hopefully you've found a place where you can hang out with Mom and Pepa, and everyone else that you loved through life. Watch over the rest of us along with those who have already gone on ahead of us, and guide us toward the right path always. God bless you! I love you...

A Few of My Favorite Things - #1

I love the feeling of when I get up in the middle of the night to pee, and it's cold outside my bed, and then I climb back into bed after I'm done...that coziness that wraps itself around me is unequalled by anything else I experience daily.

I like a cold room when I sleep...generally, I keep my house at about 68 degrees, if I can, while I sleep. (Lately, with the winter setting in here in KC, it's been averaging at about 64, I've noticed...) I also run a fan in my room for white noise while I sleep. So it stays pretty chilly in there. When I get up in the middle of the night, I make a concerted effort to remember to cover the spot I'm leaving with my comforter, so that when I climb back into bed it hasn't lost the heat I left behind when I got up. So when I climb back into bed, and slide into my super-soft sheets and under my more-than-comfortable comforter, it's the best feeling in the world. EVER.

That is just one of my favorite things. :)

Friday, November 26, 2004

Friday is NOT a holiday. Well, not for about 20 of us, anyway...

Today isn't counted as a holiday at my company. Yes, you should feel bad for me having to be at work while you're all probably lolling about doing nothing all day long after a good morning of sleeping the fuck in. Fuckers.

Really, it isn't that bad. I think there are a total of about 15 people in my building today, and none of them are on my floor. Which means I have a private bathroom all to myself today. :)

I brought "Sabrina" (Audrey Hepburn version...) and "Bringing Up Baby" to work with me to watch at some point during the day. I also brought the book I'm currently reading ("The Mill on the Floss" by George Eliot), so I can relax with that a bit, too. I have a little work to do, but not much, and since most of the 30,000 employees that work at this company actually have the vacation day to burn so they could stay home today, there's really no one to do what I need to have done at the corporate level, and no one is in the branches that might need too much assistance today. It's almost 9 a.m., I've been here for an hour, and the phone hasn't rung once. I think I might actually tally the number of calls today, just for fun. I'm going to go ahead and call it right now: I expect to receive no more than 5 phone calls. One of those will be from the Twin. (Well, it had better be, anyway...) At least one will be a telemarketing recording thing, one will be a wrong number, and the other 2 are freebies.

My Thanksgiving was uneventful, for the most part. Wednesday, I was stuck at home due to the snow, but the end of the day worked out just fine road-wise, so I was able to make it to the supermarket to buy some food and stuff, and my friend was able to come over that night to cook our contribution to the Thanksgiving potluck that we were going to be attending on Thursday. After we were done cooking, we went to a party at her friend Joe's house (which was a very cool house in a very cute neighborhood, btw). She didn't know anyone there except for Joe and the guy that lived next door to him (Pete...I've met him once before at the little bar I go to, so I know him as well, sort of - and he's a cool guy. Older, and married, but cool all the same...), so she took 4 shots as soon as we arrived. (That's right...4 shots were had by this woman in the span of maybe 10 or 15 minutes, if that...she's insane.) She then proceded to plop down on the couch next to me, at which point I noticed she was already pretty loopy. She told me she'd had the 4 shots, and I was all dude...that's crazy. Then she said she wanted to go home because she didn't know anybody there. I told her that's the point of a party, though! To meet new people. Helloooo! I'm kind of a social butterfly like that, though. It's easy for me to jump into a conversation, or to start one up, or something, and to meet people that way. I went over to the bar area to have a cigarette, and wound up talking to a couple of very nice girls who apparently grew up in the same (very) small town as each other and went to high school together (although they were a year apart), and they wound up reminiscing a good amount of the time about people they know now, and people they knew then, etc, etc...They were really nice, though, and I was able to talk about my experience growing up in a small town a bit, too. Then the one left, and the other one was still hanging out around me, and all. When I met her, she was relatively sober. After a couple more hours, though, she was not. It was funny. :)

My friend left pretty soon after we'd arrived (we got there at about 10:15-ish, and I'd say she'd left by 11:30), and so I was left to make more new friends and to chat and dance and drink. It was a really fun time. I met this guy named Ed. We chatted just about all night. When I was leaving (at about 2:40-ish, I think it was...), he said he hoped to see me at the Moose sometime. I told him absolutely. Not very flirty of me, when I think back on it. I should have said something like, "I hope so!", or whatever. But nope. I wanted him to ask for my number, but he didn't. *sigh!* Anyway...it was a fun time.

Thursday we went back to Joe's for a bloody mary contest (between my bartender friend and Joe...Joe won, because his bloody mary's were more tolerable to me to drink. They were yummy, in fact. My bartender friend made hers with Absolut Peppar, which was WAYYYY too peppery for me. I don't like pepper-flavored shit, usually...I like my spice from other sources), and then we went to the little bar for Thanksgiving festivities. I had a few beers, and we ate turkey and potatoes and rolls and pasta salad (yes, I don't need to eat another carbohydrate for about 30 years, thanks to yesterday...), and everyone loved my brownies. It was a nice day. Oh, until the old drunk man that was wearing overalls called me stupid and ignorant because I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea that Russia has 16 time zones, according to him. Actually, I was fine with the idea of that. I thought it was an unusual fact, and I can't exactly remember what it was that got us on that topic in the first place, but he kept going on and on about it (did I mention he was drunk? Oh, and he had stepped outside to have a joint at one point as well...mm-hmm...), and then he approached me after I'd thought the conversation about time zones was long over with, and he says, "Look, you have the earth, right? And what's up here (motioning with his hand toward the top of what would be the earth's globe)? And then down here (again motioning with his hand, this time at what would be the bottom of the earth's globe)?" And I have no clue what the fuck this old man is referring to, so I told him I didn't understand his question, and he starts saying that's because I'm a stupid girl. "You're just a stupid girl, is all. You're not very smart, are you?" And I kind of laughed, and the other guys around me are looking at this old man like they want to smack him, but they know he's an old and very drunk man, so they let it be, and I said, "Well, I graduated from college, own a BMW and my own home, and have held a job for 3 years now, so if I'm stupid, I'm unaware of it," and I just kept laughing at him. He kind of kept going about it, but I then began to ignore him, and turned my back to him, and pretty soon he paid up and left. It was very weird. I really can't imagine what would make someone like that just start verbally assaulting someone that didn't do anything to them at all. And I could have shot back with an assault of my own (did I mention how very drunk he was, that he was wearing overalls, and had slipped out to have a goddammed joint on the back-side of the bar? Yeah...I'm sure his brilliance would blind me, if I weren't such an idiot myself...), but I refrained, and went back to drinking my beer and watching football. Crazy people can pop up in the funkiest places and times.

Then I went home, where I had left my cell phone all day long accidentally, and I saw that the Twin had called. So I called back, but my dad was on the other line with my other sister in Texas, so he asked if they could call me back. I said sure! And they never did. You know, I love my dad, I really do. But he can be a real asshole sometimes. How do you forget to call your daughter back on a freaking holiday? Ok...tearing up to think about it, so I'd better stop now.

So I went to bed feeling pretty much like crap last night. But I knew I had to get up today and come into the office to do nothing at all for the whole day, and I was pretty tired, so I cried myself to sleep at about 10:30-ish, and woke up feeling a bit better about myself, I s'pose. I mean, at least I know that I'm not a stupid girl, even if everyone at the dive bar I spent Thanksgiving at thought I was. They also think I have great boobs, which I do. And that's all that matters. :)

Hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Snowday! SNOWDAY!!!

Well, I'm officially snowed in. Whereas the plows usually find their way to my street relatively soon after a bog snow, today, they haven't found their way yet. I got sufficiently stuck trying to make my way into the tire-track grooves when I tried to escape to work this morning, but wound up placing my car parallel across the street in front of my house, and then it wouldn't move. Between my neighbors helping to push, and the help of a little kitty litter around the tires, I finally got enough grip to sidle my way back to my garage. It was an interesting 20 minutes. I have since experienced about 5 power surges that have interrupted my ability to do any work, and now my work website won't let me back in at all. Must be pretty mad at me for leaving the way I have the last 3 times. Whoops!

So I don't know what's going to happen today now. My bartender friend was supposed to come over tonight to cook our dishes for the potluck thingy we're going to tomorrow, and then we were going to a party at her friend Joe's house. But I'm afraid to drive my car anywhere, for fear of getting stuck again. Once I get to big streets, it's supposed to be relatively clear and just wet on the road. But it's the side streets that are a mess. And I'm smack in the middle of lots of them. I'm sure everything will be fine by tomorrow, but in the meantime, I'm interested to see what happens. I might give it a test drive around the block in a bit, and see how it goes.

For now, I'm doing the things I didn't do last night and needed to. Laundry, nails, cleaning the house a bit. Since I can't get into my work e-mail, I'm pretty fucked when it comes to doing any work, unfortunately. But I have been trying every hour or so.

Ooh! Sunshine! Yay!!!

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

What to do?

What do I do when I have absolutely nothing to blog about? I don't blog!

Maybe more later, but nothing is hitting me right now. Which is really sucky. Because usually I can at least keep myself entertained with the shit I talk about here. Dammit.

Monday, November 22, 2004

And then there was one.

Well, the old admin for the new boss stepped off, finally. She told him that she felt like she was just a lackey, and that she didn't want to wait around for a decision to be made. When he told me this, he actually said out loud that he wasn't sure what decision she was referring to, but that she might have thought that she was going to be taking over my position from where she's located. Which he then followed up with by saying that she always knew that he wouldn't be able to have an admin from another city, so he didn't know why she might've thought that. Anyway, she's done. I shall immediately take over my old role of doing everything for the boss. Including travel arrangements, expense reporting, etc, etc...I get to do more than I used to for my old boss, too. I can approve things for the new boss in the AP system and in our HR system. (Of course I'll let him know whenever a red flag pops up...I'm really very strict with my flag-radar, so the managers might be a bit irritated with that for now! Heh...) I'm excited to get rolling on setting myself up appropriately.

Here's the weird thing...in our meeting, he mentioned that he was waiting for 3 expense reports to be approved/processed by our payroll department. He said that the old admin was looking into it, so I didn't have to worry about it. Being the over-curious and helpful buggar that I am, I looked into it anyway. And he hasn't had an expense entered under his name since September, and it was paid to him at the end of that month. So I just stuck my head in his office to tell him that, and he was all, "Since September? Are you sure?" I told him I was looking under his employee number, and I can't imagine where else the info would be if those reports had been entered. I'd love to hear what happened to them. He said it's something like $7,000 worth of expenses that are outstanding. Yikes!

So, I just thought I'd update you all. Hopefully, the stress that happens from now on will just be the good kind that actually makes me so tired, I sleep heavily and happily through the entire night. Eeeeeee!!! :)

I love it when you pout...

Not really. On Saturday, I went to watch some football at the Moose. Talked with my bartender friend for a good part of the first hour I was there, since I was the first of the group to show up. Then Dave came in. We chatted, I asked him if he wants me to leave him alone all together, since I can't figure out what the hell he wants to do, and still got no definitive answer. And then the bartender friend changed the channel to the big screen, as some other people in the bar wanted to watch a different game than the one that had been up. Ok, never mind that it was (a) a game that no one cared to watch except for the table of 4 women that asked for the channel change, or (b) that the game that HAD been on the big screen was the Auburn vs Alabama game, and it was a doosy, or even (c) that the women who asked for the channel change then continued to talk to each other, not even looking at the big screen once after the channel change was made for them. The main problem? The sound in the bar is attached to the sound for the big screen. So when the game was changed, Dave could no longer hear the sound for the game he wanted to watch. (I was focussed more on the Cal vs. Stanford game, and I don't give a flying crap whether I can hear a game or not...it's just important for me to watch it, really...)

Dave then proceded to FLIP out. He had just gotten a new beer, so he took a couple of swallows, and then asked the bartender friend why the hell she changed the channel. She told him about the table full of women that had asked for it, and then walked away, because she was dealing with her barteder duties, of course. And so Dave started mumble-whining about how apparently being a regular meant NOTHING in this bar, etc, etc...I suggested that he tell the friend bartender what his issue was, but he just slapped down some money, and walked out of the bar without saying goodbye.

The friend bartender came back after a couple of minutes and asked if Dave had left, and I said yeah. She wanted to know if it was because of the t.v. thing, and I said yes. I told her he had a good point...I'd been watching the chicks who'd asked her to change the station, and they weren't even watching the game at all. The friend bartender said, "Well, why didn't he say something to me?" I told her I don't know why...because he's an ass? She called him a baby, and swore that the next time she sees him she's giving him shit about it. I don't know though...I tried calling him and he wasn't answering his phone, he didn't answer his door, and even when I called last night to see if he was ok, and to let him know we'd be watching the Chiefs game at the Moose (we had been considering going to another bar, but it was decided yesterday to just stick with the Moose...), he still didn't answer his phone. He could have been out, but I've known the guy for about 5 weeks now, and he's always home on Sunday nights. (Probably didn't help much that I called him a baby in one of the messages I left him on Saturday. I was feeling playful, which is never a good thing...but you know what? He DID behave childishly, so I think it's good someone told him so...so there. Hmph!)

So, big baby it is. Needless to say, I'm not very attracted to him any more. :) But I do like watching games with him still. I hope he shows up tonight, and lets the whole thing go. Doesn't matter...should be a full bar, my other friends are going to be there for sure for at least the first half, and I really like them. They're sweet people...

I really hope to meet a non-ass guy relatively soon. *sigh!*

Friday, November 19, 2004

I appear to be seriously broken...at least in my estimation.

Ok, so the UTI seems to have moved on, but it's left behind some other icky discomfort. Mostly some nasty bloating, and a weird pain in my right lower back that Advil has no effect on, apparently. I'm also very grumpy. So I'll be glad to go to the doctor today, and see if there's anything that can be done.

That's all I have the energy and oomph to write for now. I'll update later maybe...sorry I've been such a loser lately.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

No good title in mind...

Ok, the meeting went ok. The configuration of the room made it easy for me to escape and pee every 20 minutes or so, which was nice. Sometimes, I was able to go for a good 40 minutes without having to pee. Go me!

Then I went back to the office after the meeting was over. And I think my uterus, or something in that general vicinity, decided that it was having NO MORE of this day walking around with me like I was. Uh-uh!! So doubled over in pain, I took some Advil, and crawled to my car to come home and put sweats on. At this point, I have made an appointment to see a doctor...who can't see me until tomorrow at 10. I don't care, really. GET THIS THING OUTTA ME!!! I'm hoping antibiotics can be prescribed, and it'll all be over. The Advil helped with the pain I was feeling in the office, of course, so I've been catching up on e-mails, and helping people out from home for the past hour. (Doing work that would take me 10 minutes to do at the office...I really need a new computer. And there's nothing like a server to speed things up, either.) I'm really rather pissed that my stomach did what it did. But I'm glad I've been able to send out the e-mails this afternoon. I already got an answer out to someone who needed my help, and I'm hoping to have an answer back to the other person by tomorrow morning. Woo!

Ok, now to go collapse with some more peppermint tea, in hopes that things stay mellow as they are right now down in my happy place. Bye!

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Time for this day to END!

Ok, so dinner went smoothly. I sat at the other end of the table from the old admin, so I was able to have a really good time talking to the managers and all. Yay! Now I'm hoping to get through tomorrow with minimal impact...should just be a long day of chatting about numbers and policies and changes, blah, blah, blah. I hope I can stay awake! The new boss wants me to sit at the front of the room with him. (Really, though, the info is interesting to me, for the most part, so it should be fine.)

My UTI is taking control of my nether regions. I am NOT HAPPY. When I pee, everything is normal for a bit, and then towards the end of the process, the pain sets in...and it's so bad sometimes, it makes me feel like throwing up. That's not good, right? The medicine was working fine this morning, but it's doing nothing much to help at this point. I might have to hit the doctor on Friday. Dammit. But I'm hoping that sleep will help, and maybe I'll wake up in the morning all happy and refreshed. Because having to get up to pee every 20 minutes during a meeting when the New Boss has asked you to sit at the front of the room with him? Yeah, that'd be real impressive, I'd imagine. I'll just have to tell him in the morning if it's still effecting me as badly as it is right now. Fucking stoopid UTI's. Why does this shit have to happen to me at just the worst times, hm?

So, off to bed I go. I won't be blogging at all tomorrow...maybe in the afternoon. The meeting is scheduled to end before the work day is over, so we'll see if that works out. Hope you all are UTI free! If not, I'm soooo sorry. Really. Because, bleh.

Letter to this here blessed vessel of my soul

Dear Beloved Body O' Mine,

I don't know what I did to piss you off, but I thought I would go ahead and address the evil things you seem to be hell-bent on doing to me lately.

First of all, I've been busting my ass on my treadmill for the past 3 weeks. Can you do me a fave and at least allow 5 pounds to drop off of you? You're heavier than you've ever been, and while you're still cute, it's getting difficult to fit into some of the clothes I have in my closet to cover you with before we leave the house every day. I've tried to cut back on the bad foods, and haven't put a single calorie produced by McDonald's in you since last Friday, which is unusual, I'll have you know. I didn't even eat a caesar salad over the weekend, the way I usually like to. Instead, I had yummy pasta with chicken one night, and a sandwich the next day. I only ate 2 french fries off my plate!! I gave the rest to my friend, so please, have mercy on me! Let me drop some of the weight. Please?

Secondly, this rash that you're suddenly producing under my breasts? Yeah, WTF? I thought it might be from the lavender-scented baby lotion I've started to put on after I shower/before I dry off every day, but I've stopped putting it on under the boobs, and you're still irritated it seems. So I don't know what's up, but it's a very uncomfy skin sitch, so can you please at least let me know what I can do to appease you? I had some oatmeal-based Aveno lotion left over from last year, when you were always breaking out in hives, so I've been using that on you, which feels nice, but you're still all red and bumpy under the boobs, so can you just stop it, please? Come on, I treat you nice, don't I? Be nice back, will ya?

And last of all, as if the other two weren't enough, and I wasn't going through enough crap emotionally this week, you had to go and contract a UTI somehow. I don't want to know why and I don't want to know where you might've sent out my urinary tract in order to contract such a painful infection, but here's the deal: I cannot take off work for the next couple of days. In fact, it's a very important time for me to be around, what with the other admin coming into town and all. But this UTI HURTS. And it's making me even more uncomfortable than I already was. I have to pretend enough over the next couple of days without having to ALSO fucking pretend that I'm not in a whole hell of a lot of pain down there, ok? So here's what I'm going to do: I'm gonna keep on feeding you different types of cranberry juice, and lots of water (I know...what's new, eh? Hahahahaha!! Anyway...), and I'll get some more medicine, since I only had one dose left from the last UTI you had (which was almost a year ago, God bless you...), and hopefully it'll make you feel a little better by dinner-time. I know it seems like I'm pushing it with that timeline, but I have no choice. And neither do you, really, so buck up, and kick that muthafucking UTI OUT, m-kay?

Thanks for the help! I love you, no matter what...just remember that. But if you could help me out with these 3 teeny, tiny requests, I'd really appreciate it.

Sincererly,
Faith, your owner and keeper for all time, until death do us part.

p.s. I'm sorry about all the cremation jokes, if that's what this is all about. I'll stop talking about it, really. In fact, I've changed my mind about ever wanting to be cremated. I want to have you embalmed and mummified when I die, and keep you as beautiful as I possibly can for as long as is humanly possible, I swear. I mean it...I'll start looking into it this week, even. Ok? I swear!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Update, for now...

Had a meeting with the New Boss this morning...it was productive (prep for the meeting on Thursday), and informative. I like it when we can just talk numbers. Everything seems ok with him when we just talk numbers. *sigh!* If I can somehow help him to realize that the admin he's been so buddy-buddy with for the past 2 years, or whatever, is actually incompetent to a certain degree, then my life will switch over to normal. But he's blinded by confusion and overwhelming amounts of info/responsibility right now. So I have to trudge along and just deal with it until he settles in a bit more. Gah!!

I went to the Moose last night after work and hung out with the usual folks I see on the weekends. Before Dave left, he made the effort of giving my shoulders a little squeeze, which was nice. I then turned and said, "Hey, you still have my numbers, right?" Everyone around us heard me. Shit, people on the other side of the restaurant could probably hear me...I've got a booming voice like that sometimes. He nodded, and then we said goodbye. I felt like such a loser after that. The other Dave made some comment about it, and that's when I knew it was the wrong thing to do. Why can't I have better judgement in those areas? Oh well...I called him later and left him a message apologizing for my tactless comment. I could be overthinking things, too. He probably didn't care at all that I said it. See, this is where I have my issues...I'm fine with the flirting, and I'm good at the physical stuff...but the follow-through on being cool is where I lose all ability, it seems. Why can't I just chill the fuck out??? Grr...

Anyway, I stuck around and chatted with my new bartender friend while she cleaned up, and then she waited for her dinner to be brought out to her (she was taking it to the other bar she usually hangs out at on Mondays after work...). We talked about men (she and the other girl I hang out with on Saturdays/Sundays know about me and Dave...the other guys do not, I don't think), and what we're going to be doing on Thanksgiving (we're going to a party the night before, and then spending the entire day at the little bar we go to on Sundays, and then going to the Moose when they open at 6, I think...), and she bought me a beer. She's really a cool girl. I'm glad I met her. I'm really glad I've met all the new friends I have...they're very nice people, and it's fun to be getting to know a new group like this. Except that I find that talking to the girls distracts me a bit from the game on Sundays...this past week, I looked up and cheered loudly after watching a good run. Turned out the other team had the ball. Whoops! Dave gave me an odd look from across the table. I just went back to chatting with the girls. The day was lost to it, so why not just give up, I figured?

So that's what's up with me today. Lots of work to do, but it's mindless crap, really. Only one challenging (sort of) org chart the New Boss wants me to create, but the rest of the stuff is all just making copies either here or at Kinko's (in color...). It's just busy-work, really. So hopefully everyone reading this has more important things to do than I do...and hopefully you all have a great fucking time doing it! :P Go forth...have a productive Tuesday.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Yep...it's DEFINITELY Monday.

Ok, all kinds of shit is on my mind this morning, and since the work databases are being a bit slow right now, I just thought I'd go ahead and blog about it now. Especially since the new boss will be here this afternoon (joy of all joys), so I don't know how much time I'll have later.

I am dreading this week. I don't want it to happen, but now that it's here, I want it to be over with as soon as possible. Like I said before, the new boss is coming in, and we have a meeting set up for all of our managers in the region on Thursday, with a dinner I've been asked to attend on Wednesday. Now, I love hanging out with my managers. They're all pretty cool people out of the office (and most of them are even cool when in the office, too. They can just be sort of frustrating sometimes, is all...), and spending time with them like I'll be able to will be a good time. But the new boss's old admin is the one who set up the meeting (DON'T get me started on that...I've made my peace with it, and am trying to move on), and for some inane reason, she's coming into town to attend the meeting as well. Um, can we say TOTAL waste of money? First of all, I'm in town. I should have been the one to set up the meeting. It's going to take all of my strength to not tell them exactly how stupid I think it is for them to have gone about arranging the meeting as they did. Shit, she didn't even know where we should have the dinner on Wednesday night...know why? THAT'S RIGHT!! It's because she doesn't fucking live here!!! Dammit.

So I'm not looking forward to this week because of that issue. I'm just going to avoid her as much as possible. I'm going to hang out around the managers, and my old boss, and have as good a time as I can. I'm sure the meeting will be informative for me as well, and that's always a plus. It's nice to be involved in knowing what the managers are being asked to focus on in the coming months/year.

But I also didn't want my weekend to end. It was soooo nice. I went home on Friday and just vegged...I prefer to stay in most Fridays. Just grab some dinner, have a couple of beers, and watch t.v. I did drive by the Moose, and saw that my friends were probably there, but I didn't really want to hang out, so I went home. Saturday, I went to the mall and got some new incense oil thingies from The Body Shop, and picked up a new body butter...cranberry. Mmm...I smell yummy with that stuff on. Then I went to the Moose, and hung out until around 9-ish. I was able to watch the USC game at home, and I did just that. I went home, turned on the game, cleaned the house a little bit (the bathroom floor was really starting to bug me...), and then played a little Bulls-Eye Ball (Twin, the machine only lets me play 30-second blitz now...it sucks. Has yours flipped out like that?), and then went to bed at 12:30. I had called Dickhead to see if he wanted to come over, and he said he would call me when he was done with the movie he was watching at his friend's house, but I woke up at 2, and he hadn't called. So I called him. (He's a night-owl...it wasn't weird for me to do that, really.) I asked him if he'd forgotten to call, and he said no. He'd just left later than usual, and he wasn't coming over, so he decided not to call. I told him it was rude to say he was going to call, and then to not do so. He asked if we could talk about it on Sunday, and I asked him why should we? It was rude, he should've called, end of story. Then I said goodnight.

Sunday, I went to the Moose to watch the Chiefs game, as usual. I looked like hell, IMO, but I had the cranberry body butter on, and everyone was smelling me...it was fun. Dave wound up sitting at the opposite end of the table we were at, and I swear I felt him looking at me all the time. When the game ended, I went home to put some laundry in my washer, and to put my left-overs away, and then went to meet everybody at the other little bar we go to sometimes. Dave was being really flirty. So I went over to his house when I was done with the little bar. We watched some show he likes to watch on Sunday nights (it's on CBS...I don't know if I can remember what it was. Cold Case Files, or something? Not my bag, really...but it wasn't a terrible show, or anything, I guess...), and then since the AMA's were on, we turned on Ocean's Eleven, although we really weren't watching it much. Man, he is SUCH a good kisser. And he did say that he had been staring at me all day. I knew it! :P But here we go again with the constant question of me staying over and all. Dude, we haven't even gone on a date. I'm NOT sleeping over! Seems that we're putting the past behind us and dealing with whatever happens at this point. But I'm still interested in dating other people right now, too. Since Dave and I haven't ever really gone on a date, it's not like I can say we're dating. But I don't just kiss anyone like I am him...so I'd say we're at least seeing each other. Whatever. Did I mention he's a good kisser? Ok then...

He kept saying that I have such an abbrasive quality. I know I have a tone, but I don't think I'm abbrasive. I'm not going to kick someone's ass, or anything, you know? I just like things the way I like them...I don't see anything wrong with that, really. But he also brings out a side of me that I'm not used to, either. I don't know if it's because of me being confused about what's happening, or what. Maybe the age difference freaks me out more than I like to acknowledge? Maybe it's the fact that when I've been trying to rub on him, I swear I can't find his penis. (It's scary...I almost said something last night, but I figure that if the time comes that I actually need it for something, that's when I'll worry more about it...) I don't know. I DO know that he's got a nice body for a guy his age...I love his legs, and he's not wrinkly or droopy anywhere that I can see. Definitely a good thing. And I like hanging out with him...we have fun together.

Ok, so, that's what's going on with me today. Trying to keep my mind on happy things as opposed to the office situation, and hoping that this time around with Dave, I don't piss him off (and he doesn't piss me off, either...) so quickly. I'll keep y'all posted, of course. :)

Bleh. Back to work I go. I'm going to go see if I can pull up my paycheck now. Happy fucking Monday, my friends...:)

Friday, November 12, 2004

Go cheer him up somehow...

Poor Jason Mulgrew. He's been having some issues with his computer at work that finally caught up to him, and he had to call IT in to look things over and maybe do an overhaul on his machine. He's a bit worried about being fired, due to the content of his blog, as well as the other activities he may do while in the office.

His content cracks me up more than most of the other blogs I read. He's disgusting, and very graphic at times about things that shouldn't entertain a girl, but I can't help it! I love his funny ass! I wish I could meet him, really. So go over, and maybe send him an e-mail of support. He really, really loves it when boobie shots are included in the notes he receives. I don't have any, unfortunately, but I did have a picture of my ass from 3 years ago at New Years that my then-boyfriend took of me while I was bending over the bathroom sink trying to get something out of my eye (because he was (a) drunk, and (b) somewhat immature like that...I miss him!) that I sent to him in hopes of cheering him up a little. My ass didn't look half bad back then. But, I was only 27, and things hadn't expanded to their current proportions as of yet. (I still think it looks pretty good...I've never minded my ass much...) Don't worry...I wasn't naked in the photo. I have yet to get that adventurous, really. And even if I did get that funky, I wouldn't send the pic to Jason fucking Mulgrew. He cracks me up, but I don't know that I'd trust him with something like that in his hands...

Go check out his blog if you haven't already. (He's the link in my blogroll that's called "Everything is Wrong With Me." And, really, everything is. But it's so, sooo funny!) Have a great night, everyone!

I don't miss my Friends at all...

Thank goodness for re-runs. I am a Friends junkie. An addict, if you will. Go ahead...ask me anything. I dare you to try to stump me. Dammit, I know it all when it comes to that show, and I'm not embarrassed to make such an arrogant statement. Mwahahahahahaha!!

Ok, anyway, last night, one of the TBS re-runs was my all-time favorite episode. The One Where Emma Turns 1. (That's probably not the official name of the show, by the way, but it should be...) First of all, not everything about the show is funny. Of course. Because it was in the final season, and the final season had lost a lot of the oomph the earlier seasons had going for them. But there are so many hilarious elements to this episode that it adds up to being my fave. Here are some reasons why:

Ross and Rachel would like for everyone to record a birthday message for Emma for when she turns 18, so they can watch them at her 18th birthday when it comes along. Aww...great idea! Except here's a couple of run-downs on what happens with that: Judy and Jack start talking about how they probably won't even be around when Emma turns 18. They get all morbid, and still manage to look perfectly happy about it. And then by the time Ross tries to record Monica and Chandler's message, Chandler says, with a totally straight face and non-chalante voice, that he and Monica used to be married, but then they weren't able to spend a romantic weekend together because they were stuck at her (meaning Emma's) first birthday party, and everything sort of went downhill from there. Because of her. Ross shuts off the camera and walks away, of course. All Ross-like. Heh.

At one point, Rachel tells Ross to get a shot of the cake. Rachel explains to Phoebe that she got it at this wonderful bakery in Jersey...they do amazing things with frosting, and apparently can take images, like photos, and put them onto the cake for you. So she got one in the shape of a bunny, and had Emma's pitcure put on the cake. Ross gets it out of the fridge, and asks Rachel if the bakery she got the cake at does erotic cakes as well. Because this one isn't a bunny...rather it's in the shape of a penis. Rachel freaks and says, "My baby's face is on a penis?" Or something like that, and then Joey wants to know if there's something wrong with him because the cake still looks delicious, even though it's in the shape it's in. The comedic timing was fantastic in this episode, which made it all the more enjoyable. And, I'm sorry, but the thought of a photo of a baby superimposed onto a cake in the shape of a penis? It's just so wrong on so many levels, and has me on the floor laughing every time I see the episode.

So, Rachel needs to exchange the cake, of course, and while she's gone, everyone decides they really need to leave. Ross won't let them. Rachel gets pulled over, and doesn't have her license, so Ross needs to take it to her, and he leaves Joey in charge of making sure no one leaves. Jack and Judy manage to get out first. But after that, Joey says that no one else will be able to get away. Then he gets a call from his agent (the beautiful and always fabulous Estelle...) who tells him about an audition that he needs to go to. But everyone protests him being able to leave. Phoebe has a massage client waiting for her, and Monica and Chandler still want to leave for their romantic getaway in Vermont. So they come up with a way to decide who gets to leave first. Pick a number? No...Draw straws? No...Ooh! Race the wind-up toys that Emma had received for her birthday! Brilliant.

Ok, what ensues is one of the funniest 2 minutes of sitcom history I have ever seen. They run over to the table to pick their contestants. Phoebe wants the dolphin, she says. Monica corrects her and says, "Phoebe, that's a bear." Phoebe says, "I don't care! I'm so excited!!" with this classic look on her face, and again, the timing is impeccable. Monica then gives Joey the robot, and Monica and Chandler get the puppy.

They wind up their toys, and set them down to get going. All three are yelling at their toys to win, Phoebe's is going in a pretty crooked line, but then they (meaning the show's cameras) focus on the puppy that Monica chose, which is standing still and barking, and then it walks a little, and then it sits down to bark a bit more, at which point she yells, "What are you barking at?!!!" Which the puppy responds to by doing a little flip that makes Monica jump back a little, and pisses her off even more. In the mean time, the robot and the bear have kicked some ass across the finish line, and Joey and Phoebe are celebrating. Monica gets freaky, and starts to comment about how the rules clearly stated that whomever finished last didn't get to leave, but since not all the toys crossed the finish line, the race wasn't over yet, but her argument makes no sense, and it doesn't matter because Phoebe and Joey have left anyway.

It's that little toy race that gets me every time. Well, and the penis cake. But the toy thing is so fucking hilarious...and it's only about 2 minutes long, dammit. Pure comic genius. I wish I had friends that I could have wind-up toy races with. Maybe I'll take some to the Blue Moose with me tomorrow. Because Lord knows that a bunch of drunk grown ups can have one hell of a time with such shenanegans. Hmm. It really isn't a half-bad idea...

You know what, horoscope? You know what you can do with yourself?

Ok, what is THIS supposed to mean? "What the heck is going on with you lately? Maybe it's time to reevaluate your standards. Face facts -- you can know someone for years, but that doesn't mean people are ever predictable. Deal with people as individuals rather than as members of your categories. It might be necessary to open your already expansive mind just a bit further. You may not think it's possible, but if you make the effort, the rewards will be obvious." That's my extended horoscope from Yahoo! today. Since when do horoscopes talk to people like that? Dayum! I mean, "What the heck is going on with you lately?" I DON'T KNOW! Isn't that what I read horoscopes for, is to find out some insight into why it is things are going the way they are for me? I think it is!

It's almost like the horoscope is calling all Aquarians closed-minded assholes today. Time to reevaluate my standards, my ass. My standards are just fine the way they are. (But I guess that's why it's telling me that I need to open my "already expansive mind" even more. Whatever.)

I had the weirdest dream this morning. I remember distinctly that I was having to choose between two men who loved me (and who were both very good kissers, btw), and at one point, I saw a storm whipping up outside, and remembered that there were windows open in the bedroom, so I went to go and close them. But there were several children trying to climb in the windows. They were sweet, and they were getting rained on, but I simply pushed them back outside as I closed the windows on them. (There weren't any screens in the windows, and they were low to the ground, and they filled two entire walls...it was a lovely bedroom, wherever it was...it wasn't anything like mine, that's for sure.) After I closed all the windows, the children were still standing outside in the rain, and I decided to let them in the house. So I went to the mudroom, which was next to the bedroom, apparently, and opened the screen door to call for them. I think there were four of them...3 little girls and a little boy, if I recall correctly. I told them to take off their shoes and leave them in the mudroom, and then head to a central part of the house to dry off. Then I heard the garage open, and went to see who it was. I had been spending time with the one man that was in love with me...he was on my couch, along with a friend of ours, and we were chatting. I remember before the rain started and the children showed up that I had asked about where the other man was, and when had he left? So here he was, showing back up again. He was dressed like a park ranger, or a fireman, or something. He drove a big truck, and when he saw me come out the garage door to see who was there, he grabbed me and kissed me. I told him there were children in the house, and he looked confused. I didn't know how to explain it to him.

Then that part of the dream ended, and another one started. My home had been re-done by one of those surprise home makeover type of shows on t.v. They had painted my room, and replaced a couple of the accessories, but it looked almost exactly the same as it had before. Except for the fact that the walls were a slightly uglier shade of green, and the paint job was horrible...it was all gloppy in some places, and it was still wet, so it looked terrible. I can't remember much of that dream, except that I was unhappy with the makeover surprise (because I really love my room the way it is now...), and I was pretending to be happy with it. And I can't remember if that part of the dream came before the other one, really. But I know they both happened after I woke up at 5 to go pee, and before I woke up at 6:20. Any dream analyzers out there? What do you think of the first one I mentioned? I would love to know what the kids trying to climb in the windows, and me pushing them out (but then letting them in through a door anyway) might mean...

Thursday, November 11, 2004

There'll be some good days, and there will be bad days...

And then you have the good with the bad mixed in. This is one of those days. I'm exhausted for some reason...I had a dentist appointment that I wanted to sleep through, but it's impossible to do that, so I'm just glad that they were running a bit late, and I was able to rest my eyes a little while I waited for them to catch up before I went in for my cleaning. (Which, btw, I think I'm the only person on the planet who looks forward to visits with the dentist. I love mine...he's a sweetie, and they LOVE my teeth in that place. I'm a grinder/clencher, but that's really my only issue. Otherwise, because I floss regularly, and I brush every day of course, my teeth are in good shape, so they are really nice to me when I go in there...not that they'd be mean to people with gum disease or cavities, but it's just nice to hear them gush about how easy my mouth is, I s'pose. :)

Dickhead is being helpful, but allusive. I asked him if I could park at his house while I fly home for Christmas, and if he could give me a ride to the airport maybe. (It's $5 per day in the economy lot...I'll be gone for 7 days. That adds up, you know?) In response, he sent me a coupon for $5 off of the economy parking which I can use if I park there for 3 or more days. Great...thanks. Jerk. So I send him back a note that asks if that means that even if he's available and in town, he isn't willing to give me a ride and let me park at his house? (Keep in mind, he lives about 15 minutes from the airport, and works in that area too...so it wouldn't be something that would be making him go way out of his way or anything...) He sends me an e-mail that says "coupons good. parking bad." It was a forward of a friends and family coupon for The Body Shop. 25% off of my total purchase on Saturday and Sunday this week. So I wrote him back and total him he's insane, thanked him for the coupon, and said that I guess the "parking bad" comment is his way of saying no to helping me out when I fly home for Christmas. I also made the comment that it's just like a man to communicate the way he is right now, which I know will make him laugh/slightly piss him off, because one of our running arguments is the whole men vs. women and how we're different in how we react/what we think/the way we deal with similar situations. Whatev. I'm focussing my energy elsewhere right now, I think...

So it's a very blah kind of day thus far. My brain is slow...so I won't torture any more than I already have.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

I'm on a roll...

The co-worker told me about this one. I had to post about it because, well, just read the story.

Those chicks need to go hang out with Kobe Bryant's accuser. Maybe she'd buy them a koala, or something.

Is it so hard to have some sort of common sense/slight level of intelligence? I've known some less than smart people in my life, but as far as I know, none of them have been at this level. Ok, really, I've only known one person that I would think might be as dumb as the girls are in the story I linked to. We dated for a short period of time when I was 16/17. I had to break up with him because he constantly said he didn't understand what I meant when we talked about normal, everyday things. When we broke up, guess what he said? That's right! "I don't understand..." AUGH!! Anyway, he was pretty stupid. But he was one hell of a kisser, and he was the first boy that ever went down on me. TMI? Eh, what do I care? Our relationship was the product of me walking up to him in the hallway and asking him out. (I passed him every day on my way from history to geometry. He drove me mad with his cuteness...I just had to say hello, even though I'd never met him before and we'd never spoken to each other ever.) Since then, I'm very wary of just walking up to a guy I think is cute and asking them out. You really just cannot tell how dumb they are just by looking. He was nice, though. Very nice. So that was a good thing, I suppose.

Anyway, this story disturbed me because what girl, no matter how old you are, thinks it's ok for someone to behave as this guy did? I know the story only mentions the age of the girl who actually reported the issue to the authorities, and the other girls might have been significantly younger, but I started learning about sexual abuse when I was pretty young. I had a pretty firm grasp on it by the time I was 10, and I figure that if someone did to me when I was 16 what this guy did to these girls, I would have slapped his face, kicked him in the nuts, and calmly walked to another place of business near by where I could call the police on his ass.

What really shocks me is that he apparently had these girls sign a document before they started working for him that basically warned them of the creepiness that lay in store for them. Shit, ladies!! Go to another place to find a job, would ya?! And tell someone immediately about the weirdo fuckhead, and what he asked you to sign, because EW!! I mean, come on!!! Am I wrong to feel the way I do about this? Please, tell me what you think.

Book Meme

Found this over at angelchrys...thought it was a nifty one, so I figured I'd share...

Hardback or Paperback?
Hardback...if they didn't cost so much, all my books would be hardback purchases.

Highlight or Underline?
Underline

Lewis or Tolkien?
Bleh. Neither.

E.B. White or A.A. Milne?
E.B. White

T.S. Eliot or e.e. cummings?
e.e. cummings, absolutely.

Stephen King or Dean Koontz?
Dean Koontz. I think I've read all of one of his books once. But I don't like King much. Not my style.

Barnes & Noble or Borders?
Barnes & Noble, although you'll usually find me at Borders, since it's closer to my house.

Waldenbooks or B. Dalton?
I haven't had to choose from one of these since I lived in Boston. And then it was Waldenbooks.

Fantasy or Science Fiction?
I guess I'd choose fantasy over sci fi, since I hate sci fi so much. but fantasy isn't much better, to be honest.

Horror or Suspense?
Suspense. I hate gore.

Bookmark or Dogear?
Dogear, for the most part.

Hemingway or Faulkner?
Blech to both of them! How do people not fall asleep reading their books?

Fitzgerald or Steinbeck?
Fitzgerald, all the way. He's a little god on my bookshelves.

John Irving or John Updike?
Irving.

Homer or Plato?
Homer. (he's easier for me to follow, believe it or not!)

Geoffrey Chaucer or Edmund Spenser?
Spenser, I think. Nothing against Chaucer, but the first thing of his I read was The Canterbury Tales...and we had to learn the prologue in Old English, for some insane reason. Put a bad taste in my mouth having to learn lines like, "Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote..." *shudders* I hated that shit.

Pen or Pencil?
Pen. Preferably purple pen.

Looseleaf or Notebook?
Depends on the project, but usually it's a notebook.

Alphabetize: By Author or By Title?
Author

Dustjacket: On or Off?
Off

Novella or Epic?
Novella

John Grisham or Scott Turow?
I don't know who Turow is. But I've read a few of Grisham's books, and they please me a good deal.

J.K. Rowling or Lemony Snicket?
Um, would I ever pick up a book written by someone named "Lemony"? Please tell me these are children book authors, or something? I think I've heard of Rwoling, but I don't know that I've ever read anything of his/hers.

Fiction or Non-fiction?
Fiction...no question. :)

Historical Biography or Historical Romance?
Romance.

A Few Pages per Sitting or Finish at Least a Chapter?
I really feel off if I end my reading for the night/day mid-chapter, but sometimes, sleepiness descends, and I have no choice.

Short Story or Creative Non-fiction Essay?
Short story. I love those things...

“It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”?
Once upon a time, I guess.

Buy or borrow?
Buy. I love owning books. They're some of my favorite things in the world.

Book Reviews or Word of Mouth?
I've read book reviews, and I've torn them out of magazines and newspapers, but I've never bought a book because of them, believe it or not. The last few books I've read have been upon suggestion of my Old Best Friend. She and I have veru similar taste.

An Open Letter to All People Driving Through JoCo, KS

My dearest idiots who do not know how a 4-way stop works,

Here are the rules, once and for all:

Rule #1: If you get to the stop sign at the same time as another person, the person to your right goes first. (Clarification: Pay very close attention to when you actually stop at the stop sign. You probably got there first, and you need to go through the intersection before the year 2005 arrives. If you both hesitate longer than 5 fucking seconds, grab a pair, and JUST GO ALREADY!) In the rare instance that four cars all converge upon the intersection at the same time, see the 5 second rule above. Someone eventually has to grab a pair, and fucking go. If you see that someone else has grabbed a pair a split second before you pulled out of your fucking JoCo "I'm a cute soccer mom, and I love my life!" haze, do not be embarrassed/scared that you almost went at the same time that someone else did, and could have dented your precious Mercedes SUV had you not stopped. Just wait a sec, and be glad that someone finally stepped up and made it so everyone could move on with their day. I mean, godDAMit!

Rule #2: If you are turning left, and the person across from you is going straight, the person going straight has the fucking right of way!! This is common sense knowledge, and it scares me that you fuckheads don't get that rule without even thinking about it. Here's the comparison: consider the stop sign to be like a green light without a left-turn arrow. What do you do if you're turning left at one of those? Yeah, that's right...you have to WAIT to make your turn until the traffic going straight through the intersection is clear. The stop sign situation is the same. Duh. Duh, duh, DUH!!!!! (This is the exception to rule #1, by the way. If you get to the stop sign at the same time as the person across from you, and you are turning left/they are going straight, you have to wait until they've cleared the intersection to make your turn.)

Rule #3: This is actually for the people that feel that it's a good idea to turn out in front of traffic from a side street, after employing the "California Stop" method at the stop sign you are supposed to make a full stop at on said side street. Stop it. Just don't do that any more, ok? Because even at 35 MPH, my little Beamer could fuck your Honda up. And I know I do NOT want that to happen. Do you want that to happen? I didn't think so. So even though this is an off-topic rule as far as the 4-way intersection goes, you know who you are, and I'd like for you to pay attention to something other than your own goddam self for a little while. There are other drivers on the road. If you want to ignore stop signs and drive all kamikazi-like about town, move someplace rural, buy a Ford F-150, change your name to Bubba, and I'm sure you'll be able to do whatever the fuck you want to. But as long as you live/drive around JoCo, you need to STOP at stop signs and red lights. It's the law. Jackass.

I know that paying attention to these rules will help us all in the long run. And if you happen to see a blond girl in an adorable black, two-door, recent model BMW flailing her arms about, flipping you off as she goes through a 4-way stop sign that you are sitting at, that's me. And you pissed me off. Probably because you didn't pay attention to one of the rules above. (I get pissed off for other reasons, too. But it really is likely that if it involves a stop sign, you probably broke one of the rules above. Likely the 5-second rule thing. Because that one really gets me fired up. I mean, how long can you really sit at the goddam intersection waiting for someone to go? For me, it's not very long.)

Thank you, and take care...
Faith

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Prediction: it's going to suck

Ok, do billionaires just have a bit too much time on their hands lately? 'Cuz I have some ideas of what they could do with their time/money if they're really that bored, or are having a hard time figuring out what to do next in life. Go to needy countries and help feed the poor; join Habitat for Humanity, and help build a house for a family that needs it. You know...basic human respect type of stuff.

But no...these guys would rather have a reality t.v. based contest to see (a) who they can give a million dollars to, and (b) who can run a part of their company, if not the whole thing itself.

Did billionaires suddenly all go retarded?

This show (The Rebel Billionaire) just looks stupid to me. Not a big surprise, since it comes from the same network that does things like cancel brilliantly witty and entertaining shows in order to bring us drivel such as The Swan, but I can't understand why people would fall for the apparent premise and actually watch this piece of crap thinking that the best tight-rope walker is going to wind up running this shithead's company. MSNBC has a story about it today, explaining that of course the winner of the show won't be running the company. Mr. Branson and Fox Networks just want us to think that so we'll be interested in watching the show. It's the most blatant attempt I've ever seen a show do to try to lure us in. And it's complete crap.

So, I won't be watching it, I'll have you know. I'll stick to my regular Tuesday night line-up of recording Gilmore Girls while I watch "The Biggest Loser" as I walk on my treadmill (it's inspiring to me, ok? That one trainer has a body that isn't human, and it drives me to want to look like her every time I see her...), adn then I watch the recorded Gilmore Girls after I get off the treadmill, and my evening continues from there.

But here's a tip to any billionaires that are happening to drop by this blog, because you all are clearly running out of things to do: just go do something worthwhile with your cash and energy, will you? Think of people like Audrey Hepburn, and Princess Diana, and all the other famous faces that endeared themselves to the world because of the efforts they made on behalf of the tired, hungry, and poor people they reached out to. Do that instead of this reality show thing. Take along a camcorder and catch it all as it happens. Show it to your friends and family when you get home. I bet you'll feel 20 times bigger than you do after you finish recording another crappy season of your shit programs. You big jerks.

Monday, November 08, 2004

Oh, HELL no!

Ok, I don't know if anyone else has seen any commercials for tonight's episode of Fear Factor, but here's a little hint of what's to come: They're eating pureed rat. This, my friends, is so wrong on so very many levels that I don't even know where to begin. Just watching Joe fire up the blender with a rat in it for the commercial made me want to vomit everything I'd eaten over the past 5 days, and then some. It's just not right.

And then people ate the thing? Christ...these people are running around free right now. At least, I assume they are. Is it really worth it, folks? What do they get IF they win? Is it $50,000? After taxes, they don't even take home my annual salary, I'd think.

Yeah, I'd rather work at McDonalds every day for minimum wage to make cash than to do the shit those freaks on Fear Factor have to do in order to maybe make it to the end and win $50,000. Crazy ass mutha fuckers. Stay the hell away from my neighborhood with your nasty rat-breath and shit....damn.

Planning ahead is a sign of maturity

Good Lord. The Kobe Bryant accuser, as she has come to be known, spilled the beans to a friend about what she planned on doing with some of the money she expects to receive from her suits against Kobe in Colorado. A couple of boob jobs (one for her, one for a friend...aw! How nice!), a koala bear for a friend that likes them (no...not a stuffed bear. A real, live koala bear. Yeah, I know...), etc...

She's a real winner, that girl. You know, as much as my life may seem like it sucks some days, I'm super grateful that I am who I am. I am relatively intelligent, I've got a pretty face, I make good money and can take ok care of myself, and I love my family, as silly as they can be sometimes. Yeah, so I don't have a man, and my job is pissing me off a majority of the time lately. But I've made good decisions in my life that I can be proud of. That's my focus during this really difficult PMS time I'm currently experiencing. Thank goodness for the media, and their way of giving me shit to look at and go, "Thank heavens that isn't me!"

I don't know how to end this post, so I'll just tell you now that I'm giving everybody that comes across my path today a great, big, fat raspberry (:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P), because that's the kind of mood I'm in. Nyah.

Friday, November 05, 2004

I want to be Mrs. Crapo.

While I was watching the election coverage the other night, I noticed a funky name pop up on the screen for a Senator that had been re-elected in Idaho. It was what I would consider an unfortunate last name, really. But after thinking about it a bit more, I realized how it could also be seen as being a really recognizable and helpful name in the business world. I don't know that I'd want it if I were a politician, so much, but obviously this guy feels a bit differently. Go check out Senator Crapo's web page. Seems like a nice guy, really. Just, again, a very unfortunate last name, I think. But to each his own, I s'pose.

The web page has little stories scrolling up the center of the page. Stories such as "Crapo Applauds 'Historic Vote'", and "Native American Museum on Crapo's 'Capitol Watch'". I know it's very juvenile of me, but the story titles are cracking me up!

My own headline is "Crapo Cheers PMS-ing Midwesterner". God bless you, Mike Crapo. And may you have a Crapotastic day!

Thursday, November 04, 2004

You can take the girl out of the mood, but you just can't shake the mood from the girl...

I shopped. It helped a little. I educated an adorable new shoe guy at Nordys about the differences between styles of shoes and brands of shoes (he didn't know what a Mary Jane was. Christ.), I got a new sweater and shirt from Express, and I picked up my "So Pink" fragranced stuff from Gap and my face stuff from Aveda. It was a successful hour and a half visit to the fave mall. Yippee...

I talked to the Twin for a bit, and then got on the treadmill for a bit, and then ate a bit. And now I'm done for the night. Exhausted, it seems. Who knew shopping would take so much outta me? But then again, it has been a while.

Now I'm tired, and I am very, very, very, va-heeery glad that tomorrow is Friday. The USC game isn't on here until 9 p.m. on Saturday, which will give me the whole day to watch football here while I catch up on chores I've been negligent about over the past few weeks. And somehow, I need to talk myself out of calling Dickhead for another visit. (Ah, who was I kidding? I love the guy and I hate him. He came over last Saturday, and stayed until Sunday, God bless him. I wish I could figure that whole thing out...I really do.)

My name is Faith. And I'm a fucking mess today. Goodnight!


Galldurnit.

PMS has kicked in early this month, it seems. I'm indecisive, feeling extremely moody, want to eat my house, and am hating everything. It's not pretty inside my head this morning...not at all.

I had weird dreams to start my day. They involved me driving a white truck (???) home from work, and trying to find an alternate route home. I think this has to do with the fact that my usual route home was all blocked up last night with some sort of church thing being let out during rush hour, so there were about 200 cars trying to exit this little parking lot onto the street I drive home on (which is only 2 lanes wide), and people were letting them in, which was pissing me off, bcause, dammit, they're interrupting my drive home, and making it a FUCKING mess. I was mad. Anyway, so I think the dream had to do with that, because I'm worried that it'll happen again tonight. And I don't want to drive home that way if it's going to happen again. But I also got the idea that I was searching for my perfect man in the dream, too. Which was very strange because I don't think I have any idea in my head that I will somehow find the perfect man by (a) driving around town in a white goddam truck, or (b) looking for him on my way home from work at night. So, yeah, I don't get it.

I essentially woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I'm tempted to quit my job, but then I wouldn't be able to qualify for unemployment, so I'm trying to figure out how I can get fired, maybe. I don't think it'd be all that tough, really. There are a few things I'd love to say to the new boss and his old assistant that I'm sure would at least get me written up. But I really want to find a good job lead before I do something like that. Although I'm sure I'd be able to head over to my regular temp agency, and they'd probably be able to help me out. I don't have enough in savings right now to be frivolous, though. And I need to go home for Christmas, and I have presents to buy, and facial products I need, and I really should buy some new shoes because, damn. And I like being able to go to the Blue Moose and blow $50 every weekend on food and drinks (ok, this last weekend, that's how much I spent...I don't think I do that every weekend, but I bought a couple of drinks I don't usually buy, so that's what I'm thinking happened there...), so I don't want that to have to stop.

I have a lot on my mind, is all. I'm trying to take it a half-day at a time.

I need an exciting incident to be written into my life right now. Can someone help me out with that, please?

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

And now, back to our regular scheduled programming.

There's this new commercial for a Mercury SUV (can't remember the name of it) that cracks me up when I see it. It's the husband and wife that are constantly trying to get out of the house earlier than the other, so they can be the one to drive the Mercury SUV to work...you know the one I'm talking about? The guy gets the car on Monday because he gets to the bathroom before his wife, and as he closes the door on her, he has this hil-ARIOUS look on his face, and makes this little "A-haa!!" noise sort of thing that makes me wet my pants. The next day, she gets it because when he goes to the bathroom to shower, she hops out of bed fully dressed, and has the jump on him that way. The next morning, she turns off the alarm, and turns over to find that he's replaced himself with a pillow and a dummy head (which is, again, fucking hilarious looking), and they show the guy pulling out of the driveway, again making a funny sound that makes me laugh all over again.

*sigh!* Can I just say how glad I am that we've come all this way from the commercials of yesteryear that drove us insane with their gimmicks, crappy acting, and stupid jingles? Of course, there are still plenty of other commercials that suck...Radio Shack needs to pull their heads OUT their asses soon, and come up with something new, and I'm grateful that the whole "1-800-c-a-l-l-a-t-t" sort of thing seems to have gone away for the most part, but we do have other things that are just as bad, I s'pose, waiting in the wings to take their places. But the commercials I post about here are the ones that make it all ok for me, I think. The Burger Kings, and the Starbucks, and a couple of the clever car commercials. They make me happy.

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On a totally different note, here's a new rule for my blog: I have the right to delete any crappy, stupid, and totally OFF-BASE comment that I want, especially when made by someone who is anonymous and doesn't sign their comment with at least a name, if not a blog page/website address or e-mail address. Because it's my blog. And the point to it, in a lot of ways, is to make people laugh and to enjoy coming here to read. So if you don't like something I've said, be prepared to identify yourself, or move right along to the next blog. Because I WILL delete your comment. (And if anyone posts comments to the stupid, obviously freaky anonymous comment-posters, i.e. the Twin, I'll probably delete your comments too. Those folks need to be ignored, not enouraged. So if you're totally tempted to write them back prior to me being able to delete them (I don't have my computer on 24/7, so stupid anonymous posters might be up for a bit before I catch them), send me an e-mail instead.) I'm just tired of the bullshit. And it's been a relatively small amount of bullshit, too. So don't push it. Just don't read my blog if you don't like what I have to say, ok? Ok.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

I just got my vote on...

Man, I am excited to see how things turn out. Especially with all those judges I just voted to keep in their current positions. I'm on pins and needles!

The Johnson County, KS ballot was the easiest one I've ever seen. Voted for Pres, then a Senator, and a Congressman, and then all the fifty thousand judges that want to stay put (who am I to decide? Sure they can stay where they are...they ain't hurtin' me none), and then our Question 1 which had to do with a multi-county tax they want to put into place in order to update a couple of stadiums, etc...it's a quarter of a cent addition to the current sales tax. I'm ok with that. I've been to our stadiums, and I think they could use some updating fo sho.

They have these nifty electronic touch-screen voting booth dealios at my poll, too, so that was fun to use. I just wish it would make some sort of video game noise while I vote, so as to make the embience a bit more exhilerating. That place was like death warmed over. And with the ease of choices we had, it really didn't need to be that quiet. So having a little explosion sound or a Pac Man-like "wa-wa" noise as I chose my judges would've been fun, IMO. But I can see how 180 year old granny who checked me in might've been annoyed by such an addition to the voting scene. Shit, she's the one who's had to sit there all day, right? Whatev.

So it's done. And now, all I have to do is to watch and see what happens tonight. And to hope for the best. Because that Kerry guy? Yeah, he freaks me out.

Mooch bettah...

I feel a LOT better today. But I've got lots to do to catch up, and am not feeling all that bloggy right now, so I'll write more later.

Don't forget to get your ass out there and VOTE dammit! :)

Monday, November 01, 2004

Is it the flu? Or is Rumplemintz just that evil?

I'm home sick today. And after going into my work e-mail to check some stuff out, and make sure there weren't any huge fires burning, I realized that I'm awfully irritable as well. Bleh. The flu sucks.

I had a great weekend, though. So at least it waited until today to get me, and I appreciate that very much. And, as I said in the title of the post, I did do a parting shot of Rumplemintz at the request of my bartender friend from the Moose before I left the little armpit of a bar we'd wound up at after the Chiefs game was over yesterday, so I'm not sure if it just had a lingering effect or not. I woke up with the chills, was very nauseous, and couldn't sleep after 5:30 a.m., which sucked. So I rolled out to the couch to consider my options, and to try to identify whether I was actually sick or if it was some sort of funky hangover. Regardless, I was not going to be able to make it in the office for the first part of the day. So I made some tea, and crawled under my fave blanky, and called my co-worker to make sure she was ok, and would be ok to be at the office. I'm thankful that I can do some work from home, since my job relies so much on communication via e-mail. I'm sitting here in my robe and slippers right now debating whether I should try to take a nap. I haven't been able to sleep all day. Which sucks.

So, I'm going to go now. I am feeling much better than I was this morning, but this monitor is starting to bug my eyes, and I can feel a headache threatening to come get me again. I'm sure I'll be much better tomorrow. I hope so anyway, since after reading through this post, I realize it's sort of all over the place, isn't it? Probly only makes sense to me...sorry! Tomorrow, I will be well enough to make sense. I hope. :)