My mom just accepted a job in Cleveland. She’ll be there by October 1st. It’ll be very cool to have her and my stepfather back in the state, because most of my friends are leaving in the next six months.
I am sitting here numbly in front of the computer watching my little Jack Russell terrier and my 2-yr old settling the question of who’s number 3 or 4 in the food chain of this household. My kid’s got a great WWF headlock on the dog, but the dog has experience and patience on his side, plus the horrible toungue of death that usually is the great equalizer. They have already gone into the dog dish and there’s kibble and water all over the kitchen floor. Some part of me, the father or adult part, thinks that I should put a stop to this soon. The auto racing fan part of me, for some reason wants to watch a little more.
“…send lawyers, guns, and money…”
Warren ZevonOh wow. The board is all different!
My kitten, Happy is watching Jury Duty on TV. I think I ought to turn it off. I don’t want his little kitten mind to be warped by Pauly Shore.
My roommate asked for a raise up to $11 an hour at her job (she’s a legal intern, has been since October, and does the work of a paralegal at $8.75 an hour). She got a raise to $11.50. So last night she and I went out to celebrate. Man, was that a mistake. It’s not so much how much I had to drink, because that was fine. I was able to go to class and be a normal functioning human being today. However, while drinking, I must have smoked 10 clove cigarettes. And I don’t even smoke, but these things tasted good at the time. They don’t anymore. And I can’t get rid of it. I’ve eaten twice, brushed my teeth three times, and taken two showers, and I can still smell stale clove cigarette smoke. I don’t think I’ll be doing this again anytime soon.
Today I watched Baseketball with Matt Stone and Trey Parker. And I really liked it. Does this make me insane?? I laughed myself practically sick, in fact. There is a tequilla drinking/puking scene that was so real I almost had to run for the bathroom (had a bad tequilla night once…once!)
Thank God I have some classes to teach next week so I can do something better with my brain!
PS- Keep your fingers crossed…Once again I am waiting to see if I am “late”…today is my “start day” and so far, so good… 
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
Here’s an update on my ballplayer stalking, for anyone who was wondering. I went with having flowers delivered to the locker room with a note saying who I was, I’d be at batting practice that day, and my e-mail address. No response so either he doesn’t remember or isn’t interested and I’m feeling really bummed because the flowers were REALLY EXPENSIVE! Oh, and the rejection sucks too, but I’m more than used to that. I can’t decide whether to cling to the hope that something went awry (didn’t get flowers, note was lost, e-mail misspelled, etc.) and keep showing up at BP looking cute but non-threatening or just forget the whole thing.
VV, hang in there. Maybe he’s super shy. Never hurts to try (hey, a rhyme!)
Did my long run the other day, 4.5 miles, and finished it w/o walking! Hurray for me. I’m proud of myself.
SOMEONE told my boss that I’m considering leaving!! I’m SO not happy about that. He, of course, was very polite about it but I’m going to have a talk with him today and just let him know that I’m not making him any promises on staying if one of the resumes I sent out was to get a good hit. He keeps saying that things are going to get better cause we’re getting more people in at our home office and they’ll be splitting the work up differently, but the thing he doesn’t understand is that I spent 3 months sitting at the bank and 2 months sitting at this job and I can’t stand to sit anymore, regardless of where I’m at!!
Breakfast and art fair with female family members tomorrow! Hooray! Go away, Rain!
And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss
of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so
wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth
of vast eternity can fill it up!
-Charles Dickens “Dombey and Son”
I had to confront a sexual harrasser this week. It went very well. Big ol’ load off my back. He’s almost 50 years old but he pouted like a two-year-old for a few days after the confrontation.
What a jerk.
Most common question I ask: “What?”
Most common question I get: “Are you really hearing impaired?”
I worked in retail, and for a while this jerk (20 years older then me) used to routinely refer to me as “the girl with the nicest ass in the store”, as in “Hi! How’s the girl…”. He used to come up behind me and rub my shoulders (I pushed him away and told him to knock it off). This kept up until he caught me alone in a walk in cooler (this was in a grocery store) and asked if I wanted to come over that weekend to keep him company, as his wife was going to be out of town visiting her mother. I reported it, he got a two week unpaid suspension, he was told never, ever to speak to me again- even for work. He acted like an asshole for a few weeks, then was told that even a dirty look to me would be his job. This was about 8 years ago…I ran into him last week in the store- he still works there…he tried to avoid me, but i walked right up and asked if he still thought I had the nicest ass in the store. He got mad (imagine that!) and suggested I go and fornicate myself. It still made me laugh. He got exactly what he deserved- he was a creepy pervert.
Girls! Report harrassment!!
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
I’m thinking of taking up a new hobby, something that won’t cost much to do, and yet will absorb me.
I finally settled on collecting string-you know, winding it into a ball. Seems like fun-anyone know who has the biggest string ball?
VV, hey even stupid suggestions sound good given the lack of anything better, huh? I’m feeling somewhat vindicated about my flower idea, but I’d be happier if it had worked out better. Didn’t you say his teammates would beat the snot out of him if he got flowers? I hope that didn’t happen. I say keep trying. For some strange reason, I’m pulling for you on this. Force him to at least acknowledge you even if he’s not interested. Otherwise, you’ll be in limbo forever.
We had a thunderstorm last night and it really, really scared me. I hate thunder and lightening. Thank goodness these storms are rare and brief here, I probably would have died of fright ages ago if I lived in the southeast. At least, that’s according to my co-workers who’ve lived in or visited the southeast.
But I’m glad for the rain and clouds because we just had our yard hydroseeded yesterday. The landscaper expressed doubt that we’d be able to grow a lawn without an underground sprinkler system, but if this weather holds until the grass sprouts, I’ll feel better. In the meantime, with the help of the landscaper, we’ve set up an elaborate system of above ground sprinklers and hoses that hopefully cover the entire area of the yard. We just need to rotate them every couple hours for equal coverage.
As a native Oregonian, I usually look forward to the warmth and dryness of the summer and I’m disappointed when it’s just as overcast and wet as the rest of the year; but this week I’m not complaining
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
I had my first strawberry marguerita a couple nights ago. It was so wonderful! I’m usually a strawberry daquiri person, but I was in a Mexican restaurant and decided to experiment (which I’m usually nervous about doing–I can probably count the varieties of mixed drinks I’ve had on one hand). Better than a daquiri! So good in fact that I wonder if the waiter doubted my age and gave me a virgin marguerita. (I don’t know what tequila is supposed to taste like, but not being much of a drinker I’ve never thought much alcohol really tastes that good.) Guess I’ll have to try another one again real soon to make sure
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Greg, I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t like your idea, I just wasn’t comfortable with something that forward. I still feel a bit silly over it. Here’s an interesting twist. My husband has been trying to convince me to go to Toronto for this business trip he has to take. I finally gave in on the condition we could take in a couple Blue Jay games when we’re up there. He said OK and I couldn’t believe it when I found out who they’re playing while we’ll be there. You’ll never guess – the A’s! Isn’t that wild? Now I need to cook up a plan for Toronto, hahaha.
Gr8Kat- I know exactly what tequila tastes like (yuk!) and I cannot taste it in a flavored marguerita at all. If you want to know if you’re being slipped a “virgin” one, have two or three…if you are still sober (being a light drinker), you’re getting gyped! At least make sure they’re charging you less!
PS- cross your fingers (again) everyone…My hubby and I are trying to get pregnant,and I’m two days late (negative urine test, though).
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
I’m back on line after a week living like an Amish woman. Had to have the mother board and someother tech stuff replaced, but the good news is is that the damage was not caused by lightening and power surges, it was just worn out and covered by the warranty. Bad new is that I didn’t back up my Favorite places list or email addresses, so I have to re-do all that. But I had way too much on my Favorite Places anyway and couldn’t bear to throw any out even though I never use them anyway. Just call me a cyber packrat.
People change not because they see the light but because they feel the heat.
It’s been a busy week medical wise in my families.
Brother #4 (just days after getting fired) is hospitalized for chest and back pains. Because MD has weakened his heart and body so much, he cannot do a stress test and the docs do a heart catherization on him to see if he has any blockage in his heart. ( Until a few months ago his colesteral count was around 450) No blockage and he still has pains. They don’t know why and he is home again now.
My husbands grandmother is here on her annual visit from Germany. In humid weather she has a hard time breathing ( 40 years of smoking will do that to you, but she hasn’t smoked in years) she has regular medicine for her lungs to help her breath and after feeling really poorly, my inlaws took her to emergency. They gave her some medicine and that helped her BUT they decided to admit her ( most noticably when they noticed she had special trip insurance that probably blows BCBS out of the water) and she actually got worse for a day or two in the hospital. They did a heart catherization on her to check her heart and it was perfect. Turns out she had a lung infection and is due back home tomorrow. The problem with the hospital is that Grandma is she doesn’t speak English ( she understands alot) so the staff at the hospital put a big sign above her bed stating, DOES NOT SPEAK ENGLISH. Ok, Einsteins, as one of our family friends said who saw the sign, what language does she speak? My mother in law speak every day at the hospital from AM until late PM talking and translating for her.
In other mundane news, I decided to live life on the edge and go to a school of cosmetology to get my hair cut. Bungee jumping is for sissies, a bad hair cut lasts long than a cordless bungee free fall. I have to tell you this Ladies and Gentlemen, I received the best pixie hair cut of my life for the grand total of $5.25. ( the cut took about 45 minutes, with my son in his stroller tossing all his toys hither and yon) but it was worth it. I gave a three dollar tip. Just call me Diamond Shirley.
Since the birth of my son, I get barometric headaches. It’s a true joy on overcast days, like today.
People change not because they see the light but because they feel the heat.
How can you hate thunderstorms??? Oh my god… I LIVE for them!
>^,^<
“Cluemobile? You’ve got a pickup…”
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I’m with you, OpalCat.
One of my fantasies is to make love in a thunderstorm.
Look! A flounder---------> …o)