Friday, December 29, 2006
"My snarkology will beat your inner...whatever - anytime."
It's things like this that Tony says which make me believe that if he and I knew each other, we'd be drinking buddies fo sho.
Now, if you'll pardon me, we have some lying about to get back to...
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
It's almost 5:30 and I STILL feel like crap.
But at least we had fun. That's all that matters, right? Fuck the fact that my kidneys and liver are working overtime to process all the "fun" that was had...that's not a big deal. They're young. They'll get over it.
At least, I hope they will.
Wait a minute...do we have multiple kidneys? We all have two, don't we?
Friday, December 22, 2006
I just transfered the bulk of my savings into my checking account so as to ensure our ability to pay the mortgage, the gas bill, the water bill (which is eerily the same amount as it was 2 months ago...hmmm...), and some other shit at the end of this month. I hate, hate, HATE that I'll be starting over again from scratch with the building of the savings when I start this new job, but it'll be fine. We'll be fine. I see this one lasting a good long time like the one I had at the Big Bad Mortgage Company a little while ago, and this is for a better company than they could EVER hope to be. So HA! Plus, my salary at this job is starting where my salary at the old job (at BBMC) ended, so I can only go up from here, whereas I was almost at a stand-still with it there. So that's a double HA HA!!
In other news, I have ordered my wedding dress, have a meeting with the fabulously flamboyant "Antonio" next Saturday to design and order my veil and tiara to go with it, and so that's a good place to be when it comes to the wedding stuff. We've got the photographers booked, the downpayment for the booking of the caterers paid and happy, and the only thing left to do for the party, really, is to look into dj's. I grow increasingly worried about the Twin's plan to do the flowers for the event, because of all the issues that'll be involved with it. Never mind the fact that she's my maid of honor, and she'll need to be there for me if I start to freak out when I'm getting ready. How can she do that if she's over at the church setting up flowers and shit? But how about the issue of AFTER the wedding, she'll need to be with me and the rest of the wedding party as we tool around town, drinking (a modest amount of) champagne, taking pictures, and starting the early celebration of the attachment of the ball and chain...so she can't really afford the time it will take to go to the reception venue to set up centerpieces, cake tables, and other various decorated things. Plus there's the whole issue of her never having done flowers outside of California for anything.
It would save us a TON of money, though. So she and I need to have more discussions about it, I think. It's keeping me awake at night. Which is ridiculous! Because, you know, the wedding isn't happening for another, um, 10 FUCKING MONTHS!!! Jeezy...
Anyway, I'd better go. My head is wet, and I need to dry it, and then there are the presents that need to be wrapped. I got some good stuff today for the fiance, yo! Christmas is FUN!!
Happy weekend, all. I hope everyone has a really truly wonderful holiday. Ta!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Very happy over here, in case anyone was wondering. :)
I don't start until January 8th, but that's fine. It'll make taxes for this year easier, and I could use the time to myself anyway. Living on savings is fun!!
Now, I can focus on the important things. Like the next installment of the Destroyed Puppy Toys Saga. 'Cause I KNOW all you were wondering when I'd get around to doing it! So are ya ready? Here we go...
Izzy has had some favorite toys that have lasted a bit longer than the others. This frog, for example, is one of the toys that she seemed content with allowing to live a longer toy life in our home than most of the other ones we've given her. It was the toy that kind of threw off all of our bets for other toys, because we were never sure if she'd treat them the same way she treated Froggy.
In the picture below, you can see how Froggy looked for most of his life. Happy, all in one piece, squeakable and scuzzy, he was a happy frog. Liked to be thrown about and chased and squeaked and all that good stuff. One day, Izzy got quiet with him on the floor cushion (a.k.a. The Pillow of Death) she goes to for her usual disembowelment ritual. It takes a couple of minutes for me to notice when she's gotten quiet and all serious and shit.
Poor Froggy. When we finally figured out what she was up to, he looked...LIKE THIS!!:
Thus ended the life of Froggy, may he rest in peace.
I can't remember who we pulled out next for her to play with, but I'll tell you the story of Puppy toy next, because he's cute, and he was the one that I had to pull bits of out of Izzy's ass the day after she disemboweled him. Which she chose to do through his head. Doesn't look like much in the pictures, but let me assure you, what I removed out of Izzy's ass the following day went to show that Puppy had a lot of stuffing in the neck and head area, apparently. A LOT.
Here's a kind of close-up of the head hole. Which also occured on the forementioned Pillow of Death. Look at his floppy limbs! His cute, floppy ears! How could she DO that to him? True, she allowed him to be tossed around and enjoyed for a good two weeks longer than her dad and I thought she would, but nevertheless, it was a sad day when Puppy was finally taken care of. He had his revenge, though. Izzy slowed down considerably that night, and seemed to not be feeling all too well. I learned why the next day, of course. When I think about it, processing that 3 inches of stuffing through her intestines would probably be like me trying to process about a foot and a half of stuffing through mine. So I feel for her. And I thank GOD I'm a smart human that wouldn't choose to ingest polyester toy stuffing if given the opportunity, of course. She also eats poo. So there's that.
And that's where we stand at this point in the toy saga! You've met Puppy, Froggy, and Ducky so far. I think you only have a couple more to go, so yay for you!
Tonight, I get to pick a place to celebrate the new job offer (and my acceptance of said offer, of course), and eat cookies that the soon to be in-laws sent us for Christmas, and then hopefully I'll be able to sleep. Because the last two nights? Yeah, not so much. This shit had better quit it by the time January 8th rolls around, dammit! Insomnia + New Job = Impending Disaster, I think.
More tomorrow, I assure you. Swear to God. Cross my heart...
Friday, December 15, 2006
Here's what's been on my mind this morning:
Monday, December 11, 2006
No update on the doggy toy saga today, I'm afraid. Definitely tomorrow. Today has been spent on the phone with hospital bill people and health insurance people and filling out online applications for Large National Company that apparently might wanna hire me, yay! (Hopefully, a salary from Large National Company might help pay for the newest hospital bill I received...one totalling $1,394 that I got last Thursday in the mail. Apparently, when one goes to the emergency room at KU Med, they get billed by the doctors who see you, the radiologists that x-ray you, AND the hospital for all that stuff over again and then some other stuff including the "splint" they gave me which came to a rounded out total of - drum roll pleeaase... - $155.00!! WTF? I wore it for 2 days. It's made of foam and nylon and has velcro on it. $155? Seriously? I would have understood if it cost $75, but $155!!? That's 3 Monday nights in a row of dollar sushi right there, muthafucker! And I sure as hell need the dollar sushi more than I needed that fucking stupid-ass splint. Jeezus.)
I'm off to find some beer now...latahhhhh...
Friday, December 08, 2006
Our dog likes little fluffy dog toys with squeakers inside them. What dog doesn't, right? She likes to squeak them repeatedly to show us how smart she is ("Look mom and dad! I found the squeaky thing! I found it, and I know how to chew on it in a way that makes it make this noise over and over and over and over again as I bite! I am AWESOME! Gimme doggy candy to reward my awesomeness!! Dammit, I said gimme doggy candy, bitches!" (We think she might have anger management issues, actually...she's so mean sometimes.)), and dropping them on our hands only to stare at them and then at us and then back at them which thereby signals the ever-present desire she has to have us throw her toy across the room (any toy will do, really...she even likes me to do it with her blanky, for chrissakes...) so she can chase after it and then bring it back to do the whole thing all over again. Sometimes, she will grab the toy at the same time we do, and growl as she "fights" us for it. Dogs are so damned cute, huh?
Anyway, we buy these toys in little bunches from the $1 toy box thingy they have at Target when we have a few bucks to spare, and we give them to her over time, almost as much for our own enjoyment as for hers. See, fiance and I like to make little bets on just how long the toy will make it. Sometimes, I only bet a day or two. Sometimes, we bet on which part of the toy she'll rip into first, such as the ear or the tail or what have you. Sometimes, we're shocked at how long they last, and sometimes we're shocked at how quickly they go. It's a never ending guessing game, though, as each toy has a different life span all it's own.
Take the ducky for example...this was the 2nd ducky we bought her, as the very first one was the first squeaky toy she ever had. That one lasted a surprisingly long time, and it was the beak that she finally managed to rip into in order to disembowel the poor thing. But she had it for something like 2 months before she did that, so yeah...that ducky was a strong bastid. We did not get pictures of that ducky, however. I only started collecting the corpses of the toys with this last batch we bought, so that first ducky is lost forever in some Kansas landfill, I'm afraid.
This one was her 2nd ducky. And she lasted approximately 1 and 1 half hours.
Clearly, The Destructor (affectionately known as "Izzy" most of the time) feels badly about her terrifying and horrible reign of madness over all squeaky toys that enter our home. See?
Anywho, I'll be posting pictures of other toys and telling their stories over the next week or so, now that I have them all photographed for posterity. This event, which I prefer to refer to as "The 5 Days of Faith's Attempt to Distract Herself from Her Crappy, Crappy Life," and which will likely last more than 5 days, ending sometime around next Friday, will terminate itself with the telling of the story of my favorite toy of all. Don't miss it! It's the cutest toy EVER!!! Honest!
Ok, I'm going to go watch more t.v. now. Bye!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Oh wait...anyone remember those days except for XO? (:P)
Yeah, I think I was just a kid when they outlawed smoking in most work environments...I still remember the days of having a smoking section in the back of a plane, but as far as smoking inside of a bathroom is concerned, that had pretty much been eliminated by the time I was old enough to remember it. (I was born in '74. In California. They might've waited a lot longer in the greater US of A to ban smoking in bathrooms, so this might be a regional issue, too, now that I think about it.)
Most bathrooms have been retrofitted accordingly since those bans were passed. But I just noticed for the first time today that they haven't remodelled the building I'm currently working in at my part time job in a loooo-hooooong time. Because there's still an ashtray in there. Yep. For those folks who prefered to take a smoke with their shit. Or whatever. It's right above the toilet paper dispenser. Which incidentally works as though it's over 20 years old, so that makes more sense now.
I don't get it. But I don't get the people that like to read in the bathroom either. Very rarely, when I'm having an attack of the previous night's Chinese food, or what have you, do I feel the need to entertain myself while taking a shit. Usually, though, I like to get in, do my bidness, and get out. As fresh and clean as possible.
Bleh. Smoking in the bathroom. That's just a habit gone wild, if you ask me...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
See, I went shopping for wedding dresses on Saturday, and found one, and had SUCH a great time!
And then USC lost. And I was surrounded by people that kept walking up to the bar saying, "UCLA is beating USC?" And I had to keep myself calm so as not to SMASH MY DRINK IN ALL OF THEIR FUCKING FACES!!!! Because I liked my drink...it was the only thing keeping me afloat during the game. So to smash it into the faces of IDIOTS would have been really poor decision making on my part. So I stayed calm. And then I got drunk. It was lovely.
And then Sunday was not so pretty. I felt crappy, then the Chiefs lost, then I came home and had to do laundry...it was a really blah day.
So then I didn't sleep but maybe 2 or 3 hours on Sunday night into Monday. And yesterday I started getting depressed about my job search and had to send a placating e-mail to my soon to be mother-in-law (who doesn't understand my desire to remain an e-mail kinda girl over being a phone conversation kinda girl) and went to the smelly gym down the street for an afternoon workout with all the other out of work losers, students, and general slouches that apparently have nothing better to do than work out in the middle of the day. Just. Like. ME!
The only thing that saved the day was the fact that fiance had the day off and made the fajitas we had for dinner. I made the guacamole, though. So yeah. There was that.
Today, I feel a bit sluggish because of the cold that won't go away (but rather disappears for a day or two, skulking behind my healthy blood making me think I'm all clear again, before it JUMPS back out in front all, "HA! You're gonna be stuffy-headed and icky-throated and generally tired all day long again because WE'RE STILL HERE MUTHAFUCKA!!! GOTCHA!!"), and the Advil PM that I took to ensure that my sleep surpassed the 2 - 3 hour mark last night, and my arms hurt because the workout I did at the smelly gym yesterday is hitting me HARD, and I'm just not in the mood folks. (It was smelly like a zoo. And I so wish I was kidding...)
Maybe tomorrow I will be.
(Actually, I have an interview at Big National Company tomorrow morning now, since they just called me to set one up, and so even though I can't sleep in now like I was planning, I guess having a job interview will make up for that problem. Woo! Fingers all crossed still? Good. Thank you for the help...)