...oh I don't freaking know.
I am trying to compile a list of things to ask for to make it easier on my family to find things for me for Christmas. We do this every year to make it easier for everyone to shop. I need generic things like clothes but I can't think of specific things. And my mothers taste vary so much from what I like that it can be scary. I just can't think of that many things I want, I basically want to pay my debt off but asking for money is not cool for Christmas. Asking for money for wedding absolutely, Christmas...not so much.
One person that is hard to shop for is my dad, cause he has every tool type gadget and piece of golf equipment, and his birthday is in November so you have to be ready to get him something else right away.
The other is the man, why you man ask? Because when he wants something he mentions it, I note it in my data banks, and then the bugger goes and buys it for himself. Makes it exceedingly difficult to get him anything. And I don't like always getting someone gift cards, especially family because to me it's a little too impersonal. I already got him one thing and I am praying he doesn't go behind my back and order it online or something. I have to keep saying to him Christmas is coming and if you keep buying yourself things, we won't have anything to get for you. He doesn't seem to get it, is it a boy thing?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Yes I am evil
A few weeks ago the man and I had a wedding to go to. It was a horrible ceremony. The priest was yelling at us, because he didn't realize he had a microphone on. They had a singer who was flat and just horrible. It was too long and they weren't even done after you may kiss the bride part.
The reception was upstairs. We went right to the first bar we saw. There were 3 stations of food, dips and bread, shrimp and crab legs (longest wait ever) and sushi (not a fan). Then there were butlered horses ovaries (hors d'oeuvres). The station lines took way too long and there was not enough of the food being butlered and we were drinking like fishes. With barely any food everyone was getting very drunk. The cocktail hour lasted over 2 hours.
Then we were led downstairs for dinner, which didn't actually come until 9:30! At that point I was almost too drunk to care, but I wanted food. The food was ok not spectacular.
So we are sitting drunk at our table, which was mostly the man's family. And discussion came to the man's sister, who is pregnant, and what she will have. Someone said a girl, and the man's other sister said "well it shouldn't matter as long as it's healthy." To which the man said, "well what if it's ugly?" And she just stared at him. Then he said "eh we'll just throw it in the river." Then I said "Nah we'll sell it for parts." And the table burst out laughing.
Yes we were joking...and I am evil.
One person saying that we should have no worries about our marriage since we think similarly.
The reception was upstairs. We went right to the first bar we saw. There were 3 stations of food, dips and bread, shrimp and crab legs (longest wait ever) and sushi (not a fan). Then there were butlered horses ovaries (hors d'oeuvres). The station lines took way too long and there was not enough of the food being butlered and we were drinking like fishes. With barely any food everyone was getting very drunk. The cocktail hour lasted over 2 hours.
Then we were led downstairs for dinner, which didn't actually come until 9:30! At that point I was almost too drunk to care, but I wanted food. The food was ok not spectacular.
So we are sitting drunk at our table, which was mostly the man's family. And discussion came to the man's sister, who is pregnant, and what she will have. Someone said a girl, and the man's other sister said "well it shouldn't matter as long as it's healthy." To which the man said, "well what if it's ugly?" And she just stared at him. Then he said "eh we'll just throw it in the river." Then I said "Nah we'll sell it for parts." And the table burst out laughing.
Yes we were joking...and I am evil.
One person saying that we should have no worries about our marriage since we think similarly.
Oops, I think
In my office we have a lot of sales people. Only a few of them are worth their salt.
One of them is a guy, who as an adult, goes by the name Jimmy. He is a complete moron and I don't know how he functions on a day-to-day basis. Dealing with him is like dealing with a 4 yr old. He drives a Jaguar, because his wife's family is wealthy, and from time to time you can see him filling in scratches with a Sharpie marker. He has twins but only has a picture of one of them on his desk. Why you may ask? Because, and I quote, "The other one looks just like that." He is jewish but whistles Christmas songs, year round. And to top it all off when our alarm system beeps when the front door opens and closes, he sits there and mimics the sound. A completely dolt.
The other one is a woman who has got to be in her late 60s, at least. She is a 4'8" frail, fretting yenta grandmother who makes us all crazy. She is constantly on the verge of tears when one of her jobs isn't working out. And all of her jobs end up screwy. Most people can't stand her and don't understand why she is still working. We all would like her to just retire and get out of the way.
So the other day a bunch of us were in the back room and something about her came up. And it was that one of our sales guys referred her to one of our vendors, and he thinks that vendor won't talk to him anymore now. So the jokes started flying and I said why is she still here if she is so annoying and a nuisance? And another sales guy said we are just waiting for her to die, even the boss is waiting for it at this point. And then I said well winter is coming, it would only take a little slip on the ice and she would probably break a hip. Or someone would have to hip check her and she would go down. Laughing ensued and a few more jokes that I can't remember. And that was that.
I was heading back to my desk and I heard her in her cubicle, which is about 15 ft away from where we were joking, and I think she may have heard.
And that's the oops...
One of them is a guy, who as an adult, goes by the name Jimmy. He is a complete moron and I don't know how he functions on a day-to-day basis. Dealing with him is like dealing with a 4 yr old. He drives a Jaguar, because his wife's family is wealthy, and from time to time you can see him filling in scratches with a Sharpie marker. He has twins but only has a picture of one of them on his desk. Why you may ask? Because, and I quote, "The other one looks just like that." He is jewish but whistles Christmas songs, year round. And to top it all off when our alarm system beeps when the front door opens and closes, he sits there and mimics the sound. A completely dolt.
The other one is a woman who has got to be in her late 60s, at least. She is a 4'8" frail, fretting yenta grandmother who makes us all crazy. She is constantly on the verge of tears when one of her jobs isn't working out. And all of her jobs end up screwy. Most people can't stand her and don't understand why she is still working. We all would like her to just retire and get out of the way.
So the other day a bunch of us were in the back room and something about her came up. And it was that one of our sales guys referred her to one of our vendors, and he thinks that vendor won't talk to him anymore now. So the jokes started flying and I said why is she still here if she is so annoying and a nuisance? And another sales guy said we are just waiting for her to die, even the boss is waiting for it at this point. And then I said well winter is coming, it would only take a little slip on the ice and she would probably break a hip. Or someone would have to hip check her and she would go down. Laughing ensued and a few more jokes that I can't remember. And that was that.
I was heading back to my desk and I heard her in her cubicle, which is about 15 ft away from where we were joking, and I think she may have heard.
And that's the oops...
What day is it?
One of our local radio stations switches to all Christmas music around this time of year.
But it's not even December yet! I mean I like Christmas as much as the next person but even I get annoying with how early the hoopla starts.
They even have a commercial on tv that I am sick of already, it plays the Paul McCartney "simply having a wonderful Christmas time" It's the same song they have been using for years now, and I think I hate that song now.
But it's not even December yet! I mean I like Christmas as much as the next person but even I get annoying with how early the hoopla starts.
They even have a commercial on tv that I am sick of already, it plays the Paul McCartney "simply having a wonderful Christmas time" It's the same song they have been using for years now, and I think I hate that song now.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
2nd Attempt
...nope, nothin...
I don't know if I am just bored or just not in the mood. Or is that the same thing?
I don't know if I am just bored or just not in the mood. Or is that the same thing?
A case of the blahs
It's been rainy and crappy out for a few days, and now it is unseasonably warm.
It's throwing me off for some reason.
I bought my first of many Christmas presents today, I guess that's a good thing.
*sigh* sorry I can't get motivated to talk about anything interesting....blah
It's throwing me off for some reason.
I bought my first of many Christmas presents today, I guess that's a good thing.
*sigh* sorry I can't get motivated to talk about anything interesting....blah
Monday, November 26, 2007
Weekend
On Saturday we actually went to the gym in the morning (shocker!!)
Then the man went out shopping with his dad to get a TV. His dad has been saving for a year to get one and now was the time. So the man left around 11 and I loafed a little bit.
Then around 1 I got the inclination to start making soup from the turkey carcass (sorry veggies out there)
I have never made soup from scratch before, so this was something new for me.
So I filled a pot, threw the turkey bones in with carrots, onion, garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary and THYME!! (yeah SING IT!) Salted and peppered and let the sucker cook for a few hours.
Then my best friend JK came around to loaf with me for a while and to see my fabulous bathroom for which I bled lots.
The man came home around 6, which is an insane amount of time to shop for a tv.
The soup was still hot and needed major separating, so I put it in the fridge for the night.
We chilled for a bit and then ended up watching Hudsucker Proxy with a nice fire. The man drank a bit and passed out in the middle of it. When it was over I prodded him into bed and then he couldn't sleep and kept waking me up with his thrashing. It sucked.
Sunday we did a few morning errands, then the man had to help his friend with something. While he was out I separated the gunk from the soup and added, noodles, carrots, peas, green beans an turkey to it.
The man came home and we decided that since the garage is done, it is high time we went to get his motorcycle out of his friends garage and put it into our own. I dropped him off, and he drove it back and decided that since it was only 40 degrees outside that he would wash and wax it. And it was my lucky job to oil up the saddle bags (Oh JOY!)
Soup was had for dinner and it actually turned out to be edible. GO ME! The man kept sneaking in the fridge while "washing the bike" and eating the soup from the fridge.
And then more loafing
Then the man went out shopping with his dad to get a TV. His dad has been saving for a year to get one and now was the time. So the man left around 11 and I loafed a little bit.
Then around 1 I got the inclination to start making soup from the turkey carcass (sorry veggies out there)
I have never made soup from scratch before, so this was something new for me.
So I filled a pot, threw the turkey bones in with carrots, onion, garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary and THYME!! (yeah SING IT!) Salted and peppered and let the sucker cook for a few hours.
Then my best friend JK came around to loaf with me for a while and to see my fabulous bathroom for which I bled lots.
The man came home around 6, which is an insane amount of time to shop for a tv.
The soup was still hot and needed major separating, so I put it in the fridge for the night.
We chilled for a bit and then ended up watching Hudsucker Proxy with a nice fire. The man drank a bit and passed out in the middle of it. When it was over I prodded him into bed and then he couldn't sleep and kept waking me up with his thrashing. It sucked.
Sunday we did a few morning errands, then the man had to help his friend with something. While he was out I separated the gunk from the soup and added, noodles, carrots, peas, green beans an turkey to it.
The man came home and we decided that since the garage is done, it is high time we went to get his motorcycle out of his friends garage and put it into our own. I dropped him off, and he drove it back and decided that since it was only 40 degrees outside that he would wash and wax it. And it was my lucky job to oil up the saddle bags (Oh JOY!)
Soup was had for dinner and it actually turned out to be edible. GO ME! The man kept sneaking in the fridge while "washing the bike" and eating the soup from the fridge.
And then more loafing
Black Friday Schmack Friday
We woke up at around 8 on friday. The man was very hung over.
So we went out for his hangover remedy, McDonald's, and then remained on the couch all day.
I rented a free movie from OnDemand, Cloak & Dagger, remember that craptacular movie?
Elliot from ET and Dabney Coleman, what more could you ask for?
The other movies we watched were: Superstar, Fargo, Happy Feet, and Evan Almighty
Coach loafing is goooood
So we went out for his hangover remedy, McDonald's, and then remained on the couch all day.
I rented a free movie from OnDemand, Cloak & Dagger, remember that craptacular movie?
Elliot from ET and Dabney Coleman, what more could you ask for?
The other movies we watched were: Superstar, Fargo, Happy Feet, and Evan Almighty
Coach loafing is goooood
Big long turkey day
Thanksgiving was ridiculously busy. I got out of work at around 3 on Wednesday, which led to the afternoon of cleaning and errands. I came home and the man was finishing cleaning bird cages and perches.
We realized we needed to buy a few things in preparation for Thursday (ie beer and wine) He wanted to wait until later and clean more but I knew that traffic was going to suck at rush hour time, so we ventured out. We hit the booze store, Home Depot (turkey fry oil) and the local Acme for ingredients for injecting into the fried turkey.
We got home and I started cleaning the kitchen, he cleaned up the basement (not sure why that was important but he was cleaning so I let it go). Then I made pumpkin pie. Good times. And then crashed early.
Thursday I woke up at 7:30 (uh huh suckage) mainly because I was thinking about the rest of the cleaning that needed to be done. So we went to that and then the man had said Wednesday that he was going to clean the bathroom (to my excitement) but he hadn't done it yet. I dusted and vacuumed the bedroom, while he folded his mountain of laundry. I finished before he did and he conned me into folding as well. Then he said why don't you start cleaning the bathroom. To which I said, you told me you were going to do it and I got all excited and now you want me to do it? So he felt bad and cleaned the bathroom (YAY!)
After all that is was shower and bathe the dog time.
I got out of the shower and the man's dad was there to stuff the turkey (the man loves his dad's stuffing so who am I to not let him do it). The man was all excited to inject flavor into the fried turkey, which we did. And then he went injection happy and attacked the one destined for the oven. So the roaster went in at 11.
Around 1 my brother showed up, which was way early but whatever. Then the man's sister came over with ice (which we forgot, as usual). My folks came around 2:30 and the man's came around 3. Around the same time we started heating the oil for the fried turkey.
It took about a half hour to heat to 360 and was a huge spectacle. The man put on a full suit to cover himself from splatter, gloves and protective goggles. Everyone was watching and taking pictures as he slowly lowered the 18 pounder into the oil. It was fun to watch and a little scary cause that oil was bubbling over the side of the pot. The whole thing took 65 minutes to finish and was done before the roaster. And it tasted pretty good too.
By the time it was done everyone was there (18 in total) and all the sides we being loaded out on to the tables. The food was all good and sitting to eat (at 5:30) was the first time I sat down all day. I got a huge compliment from my brother, which is rare. He said my pumpkin pie was better than my grandmom's and he ate 3 pieces! Good thing grandmom wasn't there to hear that (she was at my aunt's house she's still with us.)
The food went over well, everyone had fun. I think the last people to leave were my parents at around 10:30. And then we went and crashed.
And that was the first thanksgiving that I ever hosted. I hope everyone else's was as good as mine was.
We realized we needed to buy a few things in preparation for Thursday (ie beer and wine) He wanted to wait until later and clean more but I knew that traffic was going to suck at rush hour time, so we ventured out. We hit the booze store, Home Depot (turkey fry oil) and the local Acme for ingredients for injecting into the fried turkey.
We got home and I started cleaning the kitchen, he cleaned up the basement (not sure why that was important but he was cleaning so I let it go). Then I made pumpkin pie. Good times. And then crashed early.
Thursday I woke up at 7:30 (uh huh suckage) mainly because I was thinking about the rest of the cleaning that needed to be done. So we went to that and then the man had said Wednesday that he was going to clean the bathroom (to my excitement) but he hadn't done it yet. I dusted and vacuumed the bedroom, while he folded his mountain of laundry. I finished before he did and he conned me into folding as well. Then he said why don't you start cleaning the bathroom. To which I said, you told me you were going to do it and I got all excited and now you want me to do it? So he felt bad and cleaned the bathroom (YAY!)
After all that is was shower and bathe the dog time.
I got out of the shower and the man's dad was there to stuff the turkey (the man loves his dad's stuffing so who am I to not let him do it). The man was all excited to inject flavor into the fried turkey, which we did. And then he went injection happy and attacked the one destined for the oven. So the roaster went in at 11.
Around 1 my brother showed up, which was way early but whatever. Then the man's sister came over with ice (which we forgot, as usual). My folks came around 2:30 and the man's came around 3. Around the same time we started heating the oil for the fried turkey.
It took about a half hour to heat to 360 and was a huge spectacle. The man put on a full suit to cover himself from splatter, gloves and protective goggles. Everyone was watching and taking pictures as he slowly lowered the 18 pounder into the oil. It was fun to watch and a little scary cause that oil was bubbling over the side of the pot. The whole thing took 65 minutes to finish and was done before the roaster. And it tasted pretty good too.
By the time it was done everyone was there (18 in total) and all the sides we being loaded out on to the tables. The food was all good and sitting to eat (at 5:30) was the first time I sat down all day. I got a huge compliment from my brother, which is rare. He said my pumpkin pie was better than my grandmom's and he ate 3 pieces! Good thing grandmom wasn't there to hear that (she was at my aunt's house she's still with us.)
The food went over well, everyone had fun. I think the last people to leave were my parents at around 10:30. And then we went and crashed.
And that was the first thanksgiving that I ever hosted. I hope everyone else's was as good as mine was.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Enough already
I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
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Turkey Prep
God I wish we get out of here early today. I am hosting Spanksgiving tomorrow and I have a whopping 18 people coming for dinner. The house isn't clean yet, I still have to make pie, and I have to run out to the store because my brother is now coming which throws off my people to napkin ratio. DAMN HIM!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Ponderance
There is something that I have been thinking about off an on. I just didn't really know how to talk about it.
It's nothing major, but its something that sort of bugs me a bit.
Once a month a bunch of the women on my street have a wine tasting. It's a fun slightly intoxicating good time. It is hosted by a single woman a few houses down, who happens to be a lesbian. I have no problem with the gays, love em in fact. A lot of my good friends are gay, granted they are mostly men. But I get a weird "disliking" vibe from this woman. I feel like she internally rolls her eyes at me when say anything. It makes me sort of not want to go when I think about it. But there are other woman there who are such fun I don't want to miss out.
I don't know why I feel like she has this view of me. She had a pic of the cast of the L Word on her fridge, and I had mentioned that it is one of my favorite shows, which is totally true I love it and can't wait for it to air in Feb (that is unless the writers strike effects it). I don't know if she thinks I was trying to hard to be her friend or something because I mentioned it. Or if she thinks I am too young (I believe I am 12-15 years younger than she is). I dunno, it just bugs me that I feel like she doesn't want me there.
I even got her a quote on designing and printing memo pads for her, super cheap. She basically ignored my email about it, and when I ran into her on the street she was very flippant about it. She said that her boss told her she couldn't get them and then rushed past me to get in her house.
I dunno, I get along famously with gay men. The lesbians seem to not like me, I dunno if it's cause I am straight or what. It's just something that has been bugging me since the last wine tasting and I didn't know how to verbalize it without it sounding odd or offensive to anyone.
It's nothing major, but its something that sort of bugs me a bit.
Once a month a bunch of the women on my street have a wine tasting. It's a fun slightly intoxicating good time. It is hosted by a single woman a few houses down, who happens to be a lesbian. I have no problem with the gays, love em in fact. A lot of my good friends are gay, granted they are mostly men. But I get a weird "disliking" vibe from this woman. I feel like she internally rolls her eyes at me when say anything. It makes me sort of not want to go when I think about it. But there are other woman there who are such fun I don't want to miss out.
I don't know why I feel like she has this view of me. She had a pic of the cast of the L Word on her fridge, and I had mentioned that it is one of my favorite shows, which is totally true I love it and can't wait for it to air in Feb (that is unless the writers strike effects it). I don't know if she thinks I was trying to hard to be her friend or something because I mentioned it. Or if she thinks I am too young (I believe I am 12-15 years younger than she is). I dunno, it just bugs me that I feel like she doesn't want me there.
I even got her a quote on designing and printing memo pads for her, super cheap. She basically ignored my email about it, and when I ran into her on the street she was very flippant about it. She said that her boss told her she couldn't get them and then rushed past me to get in her house.
I dunno, I get along famously with gay men. The lesbians seem to not like me, I dunno if it's cause I am straight or what. It's just something that has been bugging me since the last wine tasting and I didn't know how to verbalize it without it sounding odd or offensive to anyone.
Tired
Last night I went to bed around 10:30, but wasn't very tired for some reason.
The man was asleep and snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. Lovely right?
Then at 2am he wakes me up to tell me the dog is licking herself too loudly and to make her stop. (cause he couldn't yell at her?) I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed. I realized I had to pee like a race horse, damnit.
Then again at 4am he wakes me again cause of the dog licking. I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed.
Then I wake at 5:30 cause I thought the man overslept for work.
Then he woke me again at 6am because he couldn't find HIS pants.
He actually said where did you put them? How the fuck should I know?
*Sigh*
The man was asleep and snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. Lovely right?
Then at 2am he wakes me up to tell me the dog is licking herself too loudly and to make her stop. (cause he couldn't yell at her?) I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed. I realized I had to pee like a race horse, damnit.
Then again at 4am he wakes me again cause of the dog licking. I yell at her that it's night night time and she goes back to her bed.
Then I wake at 5:30 cause I thought the man overslept for work.
Then he woke me again at 6am because he couldn't find HIS pants.
He actually said where did you put them? How the fuck should I know?
*Sigh*
Cranky
Sometimes one of my sales guys makes me want to punch him in the face.
He comes to me with work sometimes that he doesn't want to deal with and when I question him about it, he answers with "figure it out" and walks away. Or I will say, I really don't know why that happened, and he answers with "sure you do" and walks away. It is so dismissive I want to punch him.
And I tell him that he makes me want to punch him. And then he laughs.
I also tell him to leave me alone or that he sucks and that he is a pain in my ass. It's the kind of relationship we have.
He comes to me with work sometimes that he doesn't want to deal with and when I question him about it, he answers with "figure it out" and walks away. Or I will say, I really don't know why that happened, and he answers with "sure you do" and walks away. It is so dismissive I want to punch him.
And I tell him that he makes me want to punch him. And then he laughs.
I also tell him to leave me alone or that he sucks and that he is a pain in my ass. It's the kind of relationship we have.
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