It's been a few days

Sorry I haven't really felt like blogging much this week. I have actually had work to do the last few days so I have been busy at work and going home and doing nothing.

I am looking forward to my vacation. Its starts this afternoon and I won't be back to work until Jan 2. So I don't know how much blogging I will be doing. Maybe some here and there, not sure.

Bear with me, don't leave me people. I'll snap back into the swing again.

My car stinks

I own a 2001 Jetta, I love my car. It's one of my most favorite buys. For the last few days the 'ol girl has been emitting a smell. A burning plastic smell. It's bad. On friday I consulted my brother, the car guy, on what he thought it could be. He told me to buy something or other and put it in the gas tank and that should work. As any good sister would do, I ignored him and kept driving it.

So today I go to work and I don't really notice it. But when I went home for lunch I noticed it and it was worse than ever. So I called Pep Boys and brought her in to have her checked. Turned out to be the fuel system (damn brother being right). So they fixed it, I payed for it and drove it home. No smell.

However, they also told me the interior had a smell and they recommended that I have the ventilation system cleaned. Now anyone who has been in my car would tell you that it has a smell. That smell is crayons. I have been tortured by the man about it. He doesn't even like to drive in it because of the smell. I don't notice it unless I don't drive for a week or longer, which is close to never. So I assumed that that was the smell they were talking about and told them to not bother with the ventilation because I wasn't concerned about it. But when I got to my car at Pep Boys the interior was all fogged up, like someone had a good time in the back seat while I was gone. And when I got inside the crayon smell was intensified. I don't know what they did to my car but I am seriously hoping it goes away because it was damn awful. I am cool with a faint smell or one I am used to but this was bad and it started to give me a headache.

I hope it fades, because it has made me sad. Oh and I also got in it to find my engine light was suddenly on because the asshead technician didn't clear the codes when he was done with my car. Fucktards I tell ya.

I am a blogger slacker

I actually had work to do today so I didn't have a chance to blog.

This weekend was so so. Saturday I put lights on the tree while the man worked on some electrical stuff in the garage. Then we did a little shopping for some family Christmas presents and ended up buying stuff for ourselves (teehee).

My mom called me in the afternoon to see if I wanted to go to see Peter Pan since my dad wasn't feeling too great. So the man went to work and mom came to pick me up to go see the play in the city. good times.

Sunday we lazed around the house in the morning, then to the gym. Afternoon was decorating the tree time! There it is in all it's brightly lit goodness. YAY!

Not much else happened. Sorry to bore anyone who may stumble by.

la-zers

Work has been so slow l lately it's almost painful. I sit here and just read blogs and news all day long and then I go home and my eyes are so dry I need to use my drops and my eye gel.

The reason my eyes get so dry, other than the reading, is that I had laser surgery to fix my horrendous vision.

I started wearing glasses when I was 6 years old and it just went down hill from there. Between 6 and 8 I would go to the eye doctor about every 6 months and every time my vision got worse. By 8 I was wearing bifocals to try slow the degeneration of my vision. Bifocals suck especially for an active 8 year old. By the time I was 11 I was in hard contact lenses. This was another attempt to slow the worsening of my vision. The theory being the contact lens would hold the curvature of my eyeball and slow everything down. By 15 I wanted laser surgery, but they wouldn't do it until I stopped growing...bastards. So I wore hard (semi permiable) lenses for a while until we realized that my body liked to destroy them by leaving deposits all over them, leading to needed them professionally cleaned every few months. So I switched to the disposable soft ones. I wore them until college when I got to the point where they weren't making them in my virtually blind prescription. So I ended up going back to glasses.

At 25 my prescription had relatively stopped getting worse. And my parents made me the promise that they would help me pay for the laser surgery since no freaking insurance company would pay for it. (At the time they didn't, not sure if they do now) So I decided to go for it.

I made my appointment at Kremer Laser Center and got the news that I would need to go with their top tier plan because my vision was so poor. They couldn't guarantee me 20/20 vision either because my prescription was so bad. However, with the top tier plan I would have lifetime coverage in case I needed to go back for touch ups. Apparently when your vision is so poor there is the chance that your vision will slide back a touch and you can go back and have it redone.

So I had it done and ended up with 20/20 in both eyes. It was the coolest thing I have ever done. Nothing like waking up and being able to see every morning. My eyes were so bad I couldn't even see the clock next to my bed without glasses or without bringing the clock 2 inches from my face.

The only issue I had was my night vision wasn't that great afterwards and it still isn't, but I think that's a small price to pay. I also did have to go back in for a "tune up" about 3 or 4 years later. Which opened up a whole new can of worms. That part sucked, but I still recommend getting it done.

Alphalist

YAY I got my second alphalist cd! Music goodness.

WOOT!

That is all

death warmed over

All week I have pretty much felt like poo. It started Monday and hasn't really improved.
I think it's some kind of stomach flu thing, that is going around. And I have been trying to stave it off. But I am failing.

Last night at the wine tasting I pondered going home after the second wine. But I stuck it out.
I learned some things about a few of the women on my street. Nothing I would want to commit to the interwebs. But interesting. And I found out the host, whom I have posted about before, the one who I don't think likes me...yeah she doesn't even remember my name so that's confirmed. Lovely huh. Whatever...

So I came home mildly drunk and went to bed around 11. Slept til 7 which is decent, but I am so tired I am zoning out and almost falling asleep while sitting here. I had to force my breakfast down and try not to be sick. Blah.

so yeah i feel like crud.

Hump Day

I have basically done close to nothing all day...

...Until Vuboq left this little link in his blog. I have literally been playing it for the last 3 hours.

It's freakin hard. And some of the associations I am just not getting. And I play this without knowing what the outcome will be. And I assume it will be completely anticlimactic.

On a completely unrelated note, the blaklava is pretty damn tasty if I do say so myself.
I just need to go buy some little decorative paper cups to make it look pretty for the wine tasting.

Back to the farm...

Do you know the muffin man...

No I am not making muffins. I am makin Baklava for the monthly wine tasting.
The filo I got didn't seem right and I don't think there were as many sheets as I am used to. So I sort of ran out and had to use fewer sheets on the top layer. And it was larger that I am used to but not large enough to cut in half to use in my pan. ARGH Hopefully it comes out ok.

Post Office

I finished my alphalist cds so I figured I would get them out today. So I go to the post office thinking it wouldn't be too crowded at 1:15. Wrong! The line was almost out the door. And they only had 2 people working at the counter. BLARG!

So I wasted about 20 minutes of my lunch hour sitting in line. The only good thing was that it cost me less than $5 to send out 6 cds and one was to Australia. YAY!

I still hate dealing with the post office.

HAPPY DAY

WOO HOO I AM DONE WITH STUDENT LOANS!!!!!!!!!

now if I could pay all my other debt off.

LADY'S IN TOWN

My sister was in from California this weekend. YAY LADY TIME!

She was here to go bridesmaid dress shopping with the girls. So we all got together on Saturday morning and went to the same place I bought my dress. I already knew what I wanted so it was quick and easy and the dress turned out to be cheaper than I thought it would be, so that was good times.

So Lady tried the dress on, everyone said they liked it, which could have been a lie. And then the four of them were measured and off to lunch we went. I think it took a grand total of 45 min. The man's youngest sister couldn't make it so we will have to go when she is on Christmas break, no biggie.

After lunch I went to my mom's house to hang out. My brother came down from north jersey to see Lady and her man T. So we all hung out and my mom was thrilled to have all her babies home. T lost a bunch of weight so he looked good. And good times were had by all.

Then Sunday the man slept really late. We went to my mom's for lunch with Lady and T. G-mom was there to enjoy my mom's Ropa Vieja as well. Very tastey. Then Lady and T had to leave to catch their plane home. Sad.

Then the man and I went to the mall for some shopping. We didn't buy anything, figures. Then wine shopping, food shopping and a quick stop at Chez Depot.

Weekends are too short. I can't wait until Christmas when I have my vacation time. WOOT!

A feeling of creepiness

I had a very odd dream last night, or this morning not sure.

I was living in a house that was basically falling apart. I didn't know this when I bought it.
The house has weird add ons to it that were just silly and poorly constructed. Like the front door had an enclosed entryway built around it, i assume to provide cover from rain upon entering and it was falling apart and made the house look odd from the outside.

So I was walking down the street to get to my house and I ran into my friends ex husband. I knew it was him because as I approached I noticed the feathered mullet, yeah he had a mullet, and it was black sprinkled with white hair. So I was gaining on him and as I passed him I looked over and said hey "J" and the look of shock on his face was priceless. I think he almost ran. And it turned out he lived a few houses down from me.

So I get to my house and I noticed my actual neighbors that live behind us in my current house. And they were cutting through my entry way area, which I assume was on the side of the house, to get to their house via my side yard. They said something like you should really just tear this entry way off, it looks horrible and it's falling apart. I said yeah I know, and I opened the door and it was all rotting away.

Then I went inside and it was dirty and there were a lot of bugs. And I went upstairs and the hallway felt cramped and narrow. And I noticed a rotted spot in the middle of the hallway that looked wet and soft. Then I went into my bedroom and there were rats everywhere. I went to the bed and the sheets all had rats and mice in them and I pulled the covers to the side and there were 2 mangy cats asleep or decomposing in the bed all surrounded by the rats and mice.

So I freaked out and started shooing mice and rats on the floor and scooting the cats out of the room. I got a lot of them out and I closed the door. And then I realized that there were just too many to keep them out. They seemed to be multiplying.

And then I woke up.

*shiver*

Whatever it is I think I see...

...becomes a tootsie roll to me!

Someone brought in a 5 lb bag of tootsie rolls. That is basically all I have been eating for 3 days now.

This can't be good.

This is not good...

I have blogged in the past about the "chickens" that we own. They are noisy and messy and expensive and all that. We have two large cages for both of them to enjoy in our office area. Today I came home and did a few things before retriving them and bringing them to their perch in the living room.

So I went into the office and I found this ---->

Um no birds?! WTF? They were in there this morning, I swear.





So I look over to the other side of the room and I see this
<------ (Oh hai wuz u lookin for uz?)
Notice the bird poo spot on my couch just below the bird on the right. Also notice the half torn down baby wallpaper and crappy curtains left by the old owner that I have yet to finish removing.
(Yeah lived her over a year now)

Seems they have figured out how to open the cages. Little bastards. And one of them figured out how to open BOTH doors.
I have no idea how long they were out. I am assuming not very since there were only two spots of poo on the couch.

This is just what we need flying escape artists.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Yay snowin! It's not much but I still love it!

lunchtime photo (snow on the front bushes!) --->

Man I wish I had a window...

Holy Windiness

It's hovering a few degrees above freezing today, but its windy as hell.
Which makes me look kinda like this when I go outside ---->

I just heard it's snowing, but I don't know if it is doing it here yet.
Why you may ask? Because we have no windows in my section of the office. We are basically kept like mushrooms in the dark.

This morning our wood pile had a tarp on it. When I went home for lunch it was suddenly gone. Dastardly wind! I do wonder where the tarp ended up. I would have liked to see it blow over our fence and into some lucky neighbors yard like some huge fluttering giant plastic bag.

Confuzzled

I have been wondering this for some time.
And it just makes me think of it every time I see a commercial for it.

What the hell is "performance fleece"?
Why is it called that?
What does it perform? Cause if it's performance it to make me warm, that's just moronic.
Do I have to perform in it? Cause I don't wanna.
If it does perform some kind of task, can it do my taxes?

Also confusing to me...metallic jeans.

Does this mean I am getting old or that marketing it becoming really retarded?

(and I know your answer before you comment so, SUCK IT PRINCESS, you know who you are)

Disappointed

We recently got a blower for our fireplace, to circulate the heat across the room better.
It looks like this ---->

The idea is to build the fire on the bars and the bars heat up, then the blower sucks air from the room through the little box on the side through the heated bars, which blows heated air into the room through the holes in the bars on the top.

Great idea right?

Well it seems that this thing is blowing smoky air into the room. And the entire house smells. The thing sits right in the opening of the firebox and if a log gets too close to the front I think the smoke makes its way into the room. And we also think there is a gap somewhere where the blower attaches to the tubes that is getting smoke into it and heating it up and blowing it back into the room. it's annoying and we are sad.

It seems to help heat up the rest of the room a little bit but not a huge amount. And the damn thing cost a lot of money. It was basically a waste, I hope we can return it.

Just another...

...Manic Monday.
Ohhhhh Weee Ohhhhh.

Not really manic, just Monday.

I finished my Christmas list. And I have just started a bunch of emails back and forth with the siblings to figure out what the hell we are getting for mom.

I went shopping and to lunch with mom this weekend for stuff for the man and my dad. Got a few things. She bought something for me to give to my sister (score no shopping). So my brother is the only one left in my family.

Now I have the man's family to shop for. And they are difficult. They all say get them a gift card when I ask what they want. But I hate doing that cause it takes no thought and it's too impersonal for me.

So the younger sister-in-law (J3), when asked, said she wanted a new boyfriend, a million dollars and a new car. (silly when you can get a new car with a million, but I digress). Then she said gift card. I said so you want an impersonal gift card? She said I don't know get me a pony.

Yeah she should be careful what she wishes for...hehehe.

A little scare

I just realized that at some point I am going to have to change the address on my drivers license.

Now if you live in New Jersey you would understand how much of a pain in the ass this is.
Why you may ask? Well because they came up with this new set of rules on how to get your license and it's involves a point system. You need 6 points of id to get your license, even if you are renewing.

Step 1 - Primary document: at least a birth certificate or a passport, that's 4 points.
Step 2 - Secondary document (show at least one but not more than 2): Marriage or divorce cert - 3 pts (I don't have), school, college, federal id - 2 pts (yeah don't have them either), Current drivers license - 1 pt (!!!!! WTF), SS card, bank card, health ins card with pay stub - all one point (could they possibly ask for more documents?)
Step 3 - Proof of address: Any bill or statement sent to the address, a lease, property tax bill, IRS correspondence or mail received from the government.

Then the need your SS to verify your name and date of birth match the SS number, because nothing you already gave them would tell you that!

So once you get all that shit together you go and stand in line and someone makes sure you have a all your points, so that they will renew or change the license you already have!

The kicker...I thought I lost my birth certificate (4pts!!!!) and my SS card. Spent an hour going through my filing cabinet and found them amongst a bunch old utilities bills.

Why were they there? Well when we moved here the man was brining my small filing cabinet in the house and dropped it on the concrete, it's exploded all my paperwork everywhere. So in a frantic attempt to pick it all up it ended up mixed up badly.

But its found and now I have valid identification. Hurrah

ow my fingers

...are frost bitten! We just put up the outside Christmas lights. It's 35 degrees outside and weather.com says it feels like it's 28. (for those Canadian and Aus readers it's 1 but feels like -2)

The lights look awesome, however, I think we need more. But not until I get feeling back into my fingers and toes.

I will post a crappy cell phone pic once it's all done! YAY!

Why me?

Why do I keep ending up in the "I ate garlic for lunch" section of the gym?

Just answer me that?

ugh

I have nothing much to work on today, so I am sitting here reading blogs and trying to entertain myself.

I hate days like this it makes me so bored that all I want to do it go home and sit in front of the tv and do nothing.

Still working on my Christmas list, and I really can't think of anything. You can't really ask for someone to pay your debt for Christmas can you?

TAH DAH!

To commemorate my 100th post (yup it's been that many) I give you the monkey looking inquisitive.


Circled is a pillow my g-mom made because she thought it looked like the monkey. I believe the dog on the pillow is a Silkie Terrier, which the monkey is not. But G-mom rocks so the pillow gets couch placement.

Thanks to the handful of people who read my blathering! *hugs*

All I want for Christmas...

...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?

hand cramping

i just started signing the company christmas card.

There are 400 of them.

Nuf said

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.

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...

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.

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?

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

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

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

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.

Enough already

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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!

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.

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*

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.

What a moron

Did I ever tell the story of the guy who worked here for one day?

First, the backstory.

We have a web department section of our company. And we used to have a guy who worked here who was pretty smart and did all of the coding and database type stuff. Problem was, he was addicted to pain killers. So you could pretty much count on walking by his office and see him completely passed out in front of his computer. Or you would talk to him and his words were totally slurred. He bragged how he would get prescription drugs over the internet easily and would "convince" you he needed them because of his laundry list of ailments.

He had my boss totally snowed because he was the kind of double talk. So every time you went to talk to him, he would talk you in circles until you got annoyed and walked away. His coworker, with whom he shared the office, couldn't stand him and basically only talked to him when he had to.

One day he was almost fired. He came in completely stoned off his ass on whatever he was taking that day. He was stumbling through the office and just incoherent. (Oh and he drove himself to work like that.) And my boss finally had it with this behavior. My boss freaked out on him and told him he needs help and called the guys wife to come and get him. He told him not to come back. The guys wife came in and pleaded screaming at my boss saying, you know he is sick and needs help. My boss had had it and told her to get him out.

He was out for like a week. He came back more lucid and it seemed like everyone forgot about it, or just didn't talk about it.

A few months later, he gave his notice because he found another job. And we were down to one web guy.

So for months we have had only one guy working in the web department.

About 2 or 3 months ago, they started interviewing to fill the second spot. Basically because the one guy couldn't go on vacation or be sick because they wouldn't have anyone to update the sites that they host. So they found this one guy who apparently owned his own company and would come in with his clients and help build the business more.

He started coming in 2 weeks before his start date to observe what was going on here. I didn't like him from the first day I saw him. He was one of those people who stares at you when you are talking to a group of people and as soon as you look at him he looks away. He was cocky, and pushy, and very in your face. He would come into our department and basically interview us, and we don't even work in his dept. So I did as I usually do, I ignored him because he had no bearing on my work or life.

So he started work on a Monday. He came into our department with my boss to introduce himself. He said to us, when you have free time (which we almost never do) come over to the web department and we can "brainstorm". To which my boss said, um no they don't have much free time, if you want to them to work with you, you talk to me and we will schedule it in. (Shot down right out of the gate)

Then we hear him saying things like lets get rid of these file cabinets and knock out this wall to combine the departments (WTF!!?) And then we hear he had an idea to keep us from leaving for lunch, have a company lunch so we can brainstorm. (WTF?!? I am 31 yrs old and someone is going to tell me when and I take my lunch break?!) He was on his cell phone all day walking up and down the halls while he talked.
He was one of those people that comes up and says things like "how you feelin?" and he would hi five people.

So he was in meetings and on the phone all day Monday. Tuesday comes around and he is there. My boss called him into his office for a meeting. Around 10am we get an office memo email saying he is no longer with the company. LOL!

Turns out he actually had the balls to ask to see my bosses books. After working here less than a day.

We all got a huge laugh out of it.

Funny Spam

the title of my latest piece of spam is

Record Chisel Army Explosive Dress

WTF?!

Sad

Supposed to go to the Police concert tonight but it was canceled because the limey bastard got the flu.
I was really looking forward to going.

Sux

Monday Monday

Lack of posting due to a pretty boring, uneventful weekend.
I literally didn't do anything but clean. The man worked.

I finished the 6 tiles on the bathroom floor.
I need to paint trim, but I don't wanna.
I need to paint the door, but I don't wanna.

I am currently looking for fun bathroom themed bathroom pics. I have one in mind that a neighbor had outside their bathroom. It was over 20 years ago that I last saw it and I can't really remember what it was exactly. I do remember it was funny and it had a little boy peeing. My problem looking for that is if I use any of those words in a google search, I am afraid I will be hunted down for child porn.

Another one I have in mind is one I saw in a friends house. It is a animation cell from the scrubbing bubbles commercial. It is such a kewl piece for a bathroom. I would try and get one of my own but I don't want to copy my friend, especially since she does come over occasionally.

I have some post card sized images from my old house that are Anne Geddes, of babies in tubs and on stacks of towels, which are incredibly adorable but I don't know if I want to put them up. I was thinking more quirky and funny, than cute. I had this problem when I was looking for things to hang in the bathroom of my old house, there just wasn't anything that grabbed me.

I need something because the walls are bare. Even the man said we need something hanging on the walls, which was a shock cause he isn't really into that kind of thing.

So the search continues...

Airports

I had to go pick up the man from the airport last night. He got in early and didn't call me, so I was sitting on the side of the road for a half hour waiting for him to call. (I find out later his phone died, so he had to wait to get his bag to get his charger so he could call me.) So I drive up and he isn't in the middle pickup area, he's right outside the building, which I couldn't get to.

So I pull over at the baggage area cause I saw where he was an call him, and a cunt police officer tried to give me a ticket. She's waving the ticket book at me in my rear view mirror, and I open my window and I yell, I am picking someone up!! She gets all snippy and goes, where are they, and I am pointing to show her he is right behind me and she's all "well you didn't tell me". And I said why else would I pull over?

Then she says well you didn't say anything you were on the phone. I said why would I have to tell you I am picking someone up when I am in the pick up area!? Then she starts with "it's illegal to use a phone in the car". So she starts telling the man that I ignored her and told her I was on the phone. And I said how could I tell you I was on the phone with my window closed?

I was so pissed off, I almost started a fight with her, very close to calling her a cunt to her face.

Sorry for the C-word usage. It's not typical of me (even though only me will say otherwise).
It's a word I use when I REALLY mean it and when its true, like when referring to an officer.

Blood on the Bathroom Floor

I was really itching to get the bathroom floor done before the man comes home. So last night I got home from work and started the process. It was slow going because I had to make the special cuts around the trim work at the door. I got that done with a bunch of mistakes and the rest began to be smooth sailing. That is until I got to about the 8th tile. It was a straight cut pretty easy, nothing special. I measured and went to cut it with my razor knife, when apparently I slipped...

It didn't really hurt at first, so I stopped and looked at my finger. Copious amounts of blood were pouring out of the end of my finger. So immediately put my finger in my mouth and grabbed a pile of paper towels, so that I could apply pressure and put the finger over my head.

When I finally had the courage to look, I saw that I sliced off a good chunk off the tip of my finger, including a piece of the nail. Owwie.

So I saw my mom was online and I told her I was bleeding. She asked if I needed stitches, which I didn't because there wasn't anything to stitch. ( I later found the chunk on the floor.) So my mom asked if I needed help. I said, I think I may need you opinion on it. So she said, be there in a half hour. She came over with bandages and tubular gauze and finger cots to protect it.
Mom's rock!

I also texted lady, and told her. She asked if I had super glue to glue it together. To which I told her that I sliced a chunk off and there was nothing to glue. I texted, lots of blood. She answered apply pressure. Ain't doctors grand.

So I chilled for a little bit and then I got restless again and decided to try to put a few more tiles down. The pink circle is the tile where I sliced my finger. I think I put down about 10 more tiles after that. Then my sister called, so I had to stop.

So all in all it was an exciting evening. I am disappointed I couldn't finish the floor before the man comes home. He won't care, but I wanted to get it done. I have the weekend though, because he will be working. So it's all good.

oi gevalt!

I agree with Vuboq and dykewife on the whole funeral thing. I don't want to go and I think a group gift basket would be more than enough.

However, I talked to one of our sales guys and it turns out just about everyone is going to go. So I think that if only 2 or 3 people don't go that would make them look like assholes. So it seems now that everyone is going to go. So I found out that some people are actually going to go to the cemetery AND the after luncheon. Which in my opinion is completely intrusive. My main sales guy wants to go up, hit the funeral, and go back home. So that is my plan. I think it is intrusive for us all to be there in the first place, but if I am guilted into going I am leaving as soon as possible.

So that's going to be my Thursday.

Sittin Shiva

We got a mass email from our office manager today. My boss's mom died this afternoon.

I am hearing that we may all be going to the funeral. It's about an hour away and we all may car pool up there. Not sure how I feel about that. I thought we would send an office fruit basket or something.

Would you want all of your employees showing up to your mother's funeral?

Discuss...

The Old Grey Mare...

Sorry people (the 2-3 people who read this, that is) for not having much to say today.

Yesterday was my dad's birthday and all I did was go over there for dinner.

Nothing spectacular happened.

But we did have cake...mmmmm home made orange chiffon.

Identical Cousins...

Ok for some reason I had the Patty Duke Show theme song in my head.

I know how it popped into my head which is the rare thing. For some reason I was thinking about a friend of mine. This friend knows someone who is the heir to Jaqueline Susann, who wrote Valley of the Dolls. Valley of the Dolls was made into a movie that had Patty Duke in it. Whenever I think of Patty Duke the theme song pops into my head.

OMGWFTBBQ!!!!!!!

THERE'S A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN IN THE OTHER ROOM!!!!!

AND WE CAN EAT IT!!!!!

Update (4:30)
OMG warm chocolatey goodness! I am slipping into a chocolate coma

Long Tiring Weekend

This weekend was more bathroom madness.

Friday night my mom called and asked what I would be doing on Saturday, I said dentist appointment (at *gasp 8 am), bathroom stuff and errands. She said well I think I am going to come over. Apparently she was planning on being bored and wanted to help me paint the bathroom. Cool beans.

Saturday morning I went to the dentist and was informed that since I broke the tooth below the gum line I most likely will need to have it removed. *Sad* So I got a temp filing, a nifty full mouth around the head x-ray and a referral name and I was on my way. I still haven't called the oral surgeon because basically I know it will cost money and I am scared. blah

Anyhoo, mom came over around 10 and we went to Chez Depot for a few things. Then I had to hike over to the bird store because we were out of food for the "Chickens". It was the first time at the bird store for mom and she seemed to enjoy looking at all the parrots.

So back at the house I wiped the remaining wall paper paste off the walls and we commenced painting. It was cheap because I used left over paint from the living room. YAY cheapness. Well after the first coat of paint mom decided she was no longer bored and went home to hang with dad. So I decided to strip paint off of the medicine cabinet that had 4 layers of paint on it because it looked horrible.

Ugh just got interrupted with work...how rude.

While waiting for the stripper (hehe not that kind) to do it's thing, I finished the second coat of paint and fiddled around with things in the bathroom, like sanding and crap like that. Stripped the bubbled up paint off and it was such a mess began contemplating that maybe it was a bad idea. The I realized I had to patch the big giant holes in the wall that our electrician made. Basically because tile won't stick to holes. So I had to bring out the sheet rock again (pic of patched hole on left). Beyond tired on Saturday, went to bed around 10:30 because that's as late as my body could muster.

Sunday was the changing of the clocks and I still woke up at 8 a.m. Tried working out but was just too tired. All weekend I felt completely run down, but that's besides the point. I decided to make my second trip to Chez Depot of the weekend, in which I purchased, primer and white spray paint for the medicine cabinet, foam rollers and a rubber door stopper thingy so the door won't break the tile walls.

We have some tiles that fell off the wall when the electric was being done and I was trying to figure out how to either put them back, find replacements, or find another solution. So I had a piece of tile and was looking for some kind of accenty type tile. Found nothing at the depot. So I called my mom and went went to the Big Giant Tile Store Extravaganza Depot Warehouse. They have a lot of stuff so I thought I would find something. Alas the Big Giant Tile Store Extravaganza Depot Warehouse had nothing that tickled my fancy. Bastards.

So I thought maybe AC Moore or Michael's would have some kind of crafty mosaic thing I could put as an accent. Happy days! They had mosaics in a color that I could use as a complement to the horribly ugly pale yellow tile that takes up about 60% of the room. So I mosaic-ed (see left) and painted trim and tried to clean up a little bit. It isn't perfect but it was a cheap fix because we need the bathroom looking somewhat presentable by Thanksgiving when we are having approx. 15 people for dinner. So the mosaic works to cover the bare spots where tile is missing, or where there were complete holes in the wall.

So that's the bathroom fun. Can't wait until we get a little bit of money and are able to gut the bathroom. That will be so much fun. And I will be able to get new fixtures. In good time.

Spackle

Just finished sanding the spackle spots on the wall in the bathroom.
This time I taped plastic to the doorway to minimize the dust to the rest of the house, cause I iz smart.

The only problem with the sanding process is if you don't wear a respirator, and I don't cause it's for wussies, you end up with the dust turning back into spackle inside your nose. This I like to call "spackle boogies". It's rather lovely when you blow your nose and it's all white and goopy like paste.

Good times.

Urine Floor

After the kiddies stopped coming I commence ripping up the bathroom floor.

It was gross. Once I started chipping away the eroded linoleum around the toilet, the pee smell intensified.
There was no escaping it, because the area around the toilet is a rather tight area, so I had to be on my hands and knees and lay on top of the toilet to make my way around it. So it was just full on pee smell in my face for and half hour or so.

Once I cleared it all out of there, I swept the floor to get all the little dirt and pieces off the floor. I took all the crap out to the trash, and when I came back in the whole room smelled. I didn't know what to do.

So I texted lady and said, "I need to get a urine smell out of my floor". To which she replied, "you can get that stuff at pet smart". To which I replied, "Human urine". Her reply? "Um. I know there's a story behind this one but the pet smart stuff should work 2".

Hehe lady is funny. She is a doctor and dressed as Olive Oyl for Halloween at work yesterday. hehe
She texted me that she was dressed as Olive Oyl. I replied "On purpose?" hehe

Anyway back to the smell...I actually had some of pet odor remover left over from when the monkey was a puppy. So I rummaged under the sink and found it and proceeded to dowse the floor around the toilet. And then I just left it. I have to check today to see if the smell has been removed. Fingers crossed.

Halloween Revisited

It wasn't too bad. I only got 8 kids and they all actually had a costume on. However, when I was driving around the neighborhood I did see some kids with pretty lame costumes. Two girls were walking down the street with their pillowcases slightly full wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat. Is that a costume?
I think not. I mean put some effort it cause it's fun and I am giving you candy.

The odd things was that I didn't get any kids until 6:45 and they stopped coming at 7. So it really wasn't tha much of a disruption and the dog only freaked out for a short period of time.

Halloween

Happy Halloween and all that stuff.

For some reason Halloween isn't that fun anymore. No one had a party or anything like that.
And the whole giving out candy just isn't that fun to me either. I must sound like an evil person. It's just that the dog goes crazy when the door bell rings or someone knocks and that makes the birds go nuts. And then I have to keep the dog from going out the front door when I opening it. And the man is away so there is no one to switch off with to get the door.

And it seems like kids don't even try to dress up anymore. Last year I had some kids come dressed in jeans and t-shirts and just store bought masks. So I feel like if you aren't going to bother really dressing up, I don't feel like bothering to answer the door.

I guess I am cranky...

All in all it's just ....

...another hole in the wall.











I patched the 3 holes in the wall last night. It was a bit of a mess. I have to hit them with another coat of spackle. Then the messy sanding part maybe tomorrow.

I haven't even touch the floor since Monday. It's just gross and hard...WAH

Oh the Horror

Ok so I decided to jump into the bathroom improvement. Both bathrooms in our house are very old and outdated. The floors are disgusting, faded, dirty looking no matter how or what you clean it with linoleum. So when we moved in they were covered with carpet remnants to cover the nastiness. Last night, since it was trash night, I took the carpet up. And I find this...

Yes the previous owner apparently had decided to try to remove it themselves and gave up. Much like they did with everything else in the house. Believe me I have never seen such a shitty job of painting and flooring skills in my life. But I digress.

The problem now is that I can't put the stick tiles down without taking up the rest of the floor because you will be able to see where there is a dip in the floor from the removed section.

So I went at the floor with a scraper and after and hour or so it looked like this...This is how I left it, because I was just too tired to finish. So the rest of the floor will be my evening activity today. And maybe I will patch the holes in the wall too. I will see how I feel later.

Oh did I mention that once the carpet was removed, there was a very strong smell of urine in there. Ugh.

Weekend Updateyness

Well sad to say, not much happened this weekend. Saturday was a morning of errands with the man before he had to go to work. Then I hung out with my mom and went to the local craft store. I have to send out a Save the Date cards for the wedding, and I don't feel like getting a preprinted one. So we are working on making my own.

Sunday was some house work and more errands! I ended up mowing the lawn and I killed my shoulder. I have arthritis and a messed up rotator cuff and the damn thing wouldn't start. So the pulling of the starter 40-50 times didn't help. Now it hurts to raise my arm. Owwie.

Then it was running around getting last minute things before the man goes to San Diego (for those Anchorman fans out there, the whale's vagina).

I wanted to run to Home Depot to get a few things for the next home improvement bonanza. We are trying to cheaply update the bathroom because we are having Thanksgiving at our house this year and the bathroom is gross. I already tore down the wallpaper and now I have to repair the holes left by the electrician when he rewired the whole house. I bought some linoleum stick tiles to cover the horrendous floor that is currently in there. So I will fix the walls throw some fresh paint up, cover the ugly floor, paint the trim and the door and maybe replace the old ugly faucet and the painted medicine cabinet. So I am thinking I can do all of this for roughly $250. Wish me luck.

I'm a firestarter...

...twisted firestarter!

Hehe it's chilly and wet outside, so my evening is being spent in front of the fireplace. YAY me!

ARGH!

I just started chewing a new piece of gum and *CRUNCH* my tooth breaks.

Stupid wisdom tooth! I can't get an appointment until next Saturday, good thing it doesn't hurt cause that would suck having to make it through a week with tooth pain. I hope I don't have to have it pulled. : (
I was so happy not having to have my wisdom teeth pulled and now I don't want to have one weird open holey space in the back. ARGH!

HAPPINESS

THE GARAGE IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

The concrete was poured yesterday. We went out to dinner and events and when we came home the key was on the kitchen table. HALLELUJAH THEY ARE GONE!!!!!

Haunting Good Times

Last night a bunch of us took a ride to Philly for a little bit of Terror Behind the Walls.
There is a really old abandoned prison in Philly called Eastern State Penitentiary. One of its claims to fame is that Al Capone was once imprisoned there. And it is now a well known Ghost Hunter site. So they put on a huge haunted tour through the prison leading up to Halloween.

I got a bunch of jump the line tickets from work, so we didn't have to wait with everyone else. That was cool cause it saved an hour of waiting. We had a good time, it was a lot of dark rooms to walk through, some filled with smoke, some with flashing lights. There are a ton of actors that work there, all in creepy makeup, that jump out and you and scream things at you and bang on things to make you jump. So it was fun and not really scary, just startling when someone jumps out at you out of nowhere.

All in all good fun. Glad we went to it as least once.

How Much is that Doggy In the Window...

As much as I love my dog, this morning I wanted to kill her.

After having a crappy night sleep Wednesday, I went to bed relatively early last night, around 10.
Everything was all well and good until 4:30 when my dog decided she didn't want to sleep anymore.
So she kept jumping up and pawing the bed repeatedly. So I finally got up and took her outside, where she did her thing and I thought she would settle down.

So I went back to bed, and got all comfy. 10 minutes later she started jumping up and pawing the bed again. I tried to ignore it but she was persistent. So I picked her up and brought her into the bed. Usually this works and she settles down. This time, however, she couldn't sit freaking still and kept changing position. This went on for about 40 minutes until I finally just threw her out of bed and told her "go lie down, it's night night time".

It got about another 30 minutes of sleep after that. And now I am really freaking tired.

Sleep Deprived

I think it a man's secret purpose in life is to ruin the sleep of the women they share bed with.

The man couldn't sleep last night. So instead of getting up and maybe going downstairs to let me sleep, he tossed and turned, flipped and flopped, threw the covers off, pulled them back on, ripped them off of me, for hours. It sucked.

We have one of those Beauty Rest jobbies too. You know the ones where the commercial shows the person laying comfortably still while someone next to them jumps on the bed. Or the one where they show a glass of wine sitting on the bed and they drop a bowling ball next to it, and the glass miraculously doesn't fall over. This commercial is sheer bullshit! Every movement sent me bouncing and shaking.

Then he was hot, so the sheets were torn off of me and onto the floor. Then somehow, Mr. I'm hot, was ON MY SIDE!!!!!! with his elbow pushed into my arm. We have a California king and he still manages to take up the whole bed. Then he says he deserved 3/4 of the bed because he is bigger. This leaves me with about 2ft of bed width to sleep on.

Squirrels, all they really are is Squirrels

I seriously think the squirrels in my backyard are taunting my dog

She will be sitting contently in the living room with me and suddenly she has a need to go outside, and usually it's not to pee. She gets this look of urgency and starts whining. As soon as we get to the back door she is literally spinning in circles with excitement. I fling the door open and she's off running at full speed. An instantly the squirrels scatter up the tree, over the fence or across the yard. Then they stand on the trunk of the tree facing down and scream and chatter at her.

To me that's taunting and game on...

Creativity lapse

I realized that writing this blog may prove to be difficult when it comes to not using peoples names. Why you may ask, well I know way too many people who's names start with "J".

There are 7 people that I talk to every day who's names start with J. I am going to have to be pretty creative. Do I go with personality flaws? Physical traits? Change names to protect the innocent?

I'm sure I will figure it out somehow...

Random Cuteness

I am trying to make my way through a cloud of boredom at the mo.

So I give you random cuteness...

Yes it's the monkey *melt*

the sky is falling...

The man has a job in San Diego staring Monday, but with California burning I am not sure that is going to happen. He called to see if the whole thing would be canceled and the manager of the job had no clue there were fires and major evacuations going on. I think he may live in a cave.

Talked to Lady last night and she could see all the smoke rising over the hills on her drive home from work. It's amazing how many fires they have there every summer. God I wish they would move back.

Money Changes Everything...

Funny how things seem to be all back to normal and nice nice once we give them a check for $1500.

Thought it would all be over by tomorrow, but now it looks like the concrete isn't coming until Thursday. For people who have "other commitments" to get to, they sure are stretching this job out.

Our Little Petshop

Did I mention we have two chickens? If I ever talk about the screaming, these are the culprit, Zoey on the left and Jake on the right. Ok they are parrots, but chickens is funnier. The man had them before me, so I am stuck with them.

I brought a dog into the relationship, Rooster, yes that's her name and she is a girl I have checked. She is also referred to as Monkey, Killer, Baxter, Roo, Roostermonkey, Monkey butt, Baby Monkey and Stinky (when she needs a bath). Yes identity crisis is possible. But she seriously is the cutest ever!

I tend to call my pets by other animal names. I did have a turtle when I was younger named Dawg. Full name My Dawg Spot. Yeah I know, but it's my thing.

Ew gross

I was just sitting outside with the puppy, we have no fence at the mo' because of the construction, and I saw something icky. A cat came walking around the corner with a dead squirrel hanging out of its mouth.

It stopped, stared at me, flinched, and as I was getting up to take a picture to show everyone (by that I mean the one person that reads this) the nastiness. But as I took my second step the damn thing ran away. CURSES!!!!!

So instead I show a picture of the almost complete, as soon as the firewall is done, garage.

Oh and get this, we get a call from the people currently on my shit list who shall remain nameless. They tell us they will be here tomorrow to do the firewall, and they won't be staying overnight. (YAY!) Since it is only going to take them two days, they figure they will drive back and forth. (WOO HOO).

Then 20 minutes later they call back and AGAIN ask if we will have the rest of the money! As if now after telling them 6 times we will have it, that we have suddenly gone bankrupt and will screw them over for the remainder. I told the man to ask them if they want it in cash, just to shove it up their ass.

Monday Monday

Wings and fries were a bad idea. Never eating them again. Nauseous, and people keep asking if I am pregnant. God I hate that! I am a religious birth control pill taker. Feel like people are trying to jinx me.

Thought I could go to work and eventually feel better. I didn't so I came home.

Only now am I beginning to feel sort of ok. May try some soup.

mmmm soup

Weekend Synopsis

Saturday was pretty much uneventful. My mom came over and we ran a few errands that I had to get done for Sunday. No biggie.

Sunday we went to my best friends wedding. It was a small affair but good times. I was afraid she wasn't going to be able to hold it together, because she was stressing out about it all week to no end, making me crazy. But she made it through without even a half a Valium! He on the other hand looked like he needed a a drug store of anti anxieties and a few stiff drinks. But he made it through as well without passing out. So it was all good.

My mom, dad, bro and his fiancée were there, which was cool. Lady her man were invited but couldn't fly out to make it. That's the way it goes sometimes.

And now the best friend and her new hubby are honeymooning in Disney World, courtesy of her parents. I am jealous, it is so much fun there.

Came home from the wedding and passed out on the couch. Ordered wings and fries and then felt like a whale. Slept like crap.

Anger Update

When I got home from work on friday, they were still there. I was in no mood to deal with them, and at this point I was wound up all day and had a screaming headache and I just didn't want to talk to them. So I walk through the front door and get a "Hey girlie how are ya?" They both acted as if nothing happened. Seriously they must be certifiable. And all I could think of was WTF!!!!

So I chatted and played nice nice while they were getting ready to go home. I assured them that we would have check by Monday, only to have them tell me they wouldn't be able to come back until Tuesday. So again I am thinking WTF you were so adamant about us having the rest by Monday and now you aren't even showing up until Tuesday!!!! They packed up everything that was theirs in my house, including food they bought, and left.

By the time the man came home I was relatively chilled out. He, on the other hand, was still pissed because he had talked to a bunch of family telling them the story, that he worked himself up even more. Finding out all sorts of stories from his family about these two. I mean we knew they were cheap but it turns out that they have a few rental properties and if the rent is more than an hour later than last month they show up knocking on your door. And we know they aren't stretched tight on money or hard up for cash. They are very well off people, so why they freaking psychosis about getting your payments? I guess I am more laid back about that sort of thing, but when your behavior about things like money makes people hate you for it, chill the fuck out or don't do work like that or rent things out.

So the man is ready to say something to them when he hands them the check for the final amount on Tuesday. And hopefully I won't be there because I don't think I will be able to stand there and hear it. I would rather walk away from a shitty situation, then to sit there and argue about it or start a feud within the family. Pay em and get them the hell out of my house and ignore them at family functions. Less bullshit I have to deal with in my life by getting them out of it.

Bitch Session

I am so pissed off right now I don't know what to do with myself.

The garage is almost done, but now it seems that we are being treated as if we haven't paid a dime yet.
We just last week gave 3k and as of today gave another 3k and they are acting now as if they won't finish until we come up with the rest. But in my experience you don't pay someone the final payment until the work is done.

I don't like being treated like a delinquent client. I have paid every time I was asked for payment. Even going so far as to getting a significant amount in cash. So I don't know where this is coming from. As of the last payment we were a little unsure of how we would come up with the remainder. The man mentioned that maybe we could owe them the last few hundred. Which we never really intended to do, it was just a floating idea in conversation. And that seems to have set them off. Going all out and saying they will not finance the job for us. So I feel like I am being punished for them acting on assumptions.

They pretty much told me that they were going to pack up and come back when we have the money. Which is fucking bullshit because we have the money. But they seem to not want to listen. I am so pissed that they have taken the strong arm intimidation route. And they ganged up on me when the man wasn't there, which pisses him off because he is the one dealing with the remainder of the payment. I am to the point where I want to tell them to stick it and we will figure out how to finish it ourselves.

At this point I am not really sure when it is getting done or when they are coming back. I would prefer that they don't come back but I have paid so much at this point I want it done and we don't have the time to work on it. I am still so pissed I can't even put it fully into words how I feel. I just want to punch a wall until I drop or scream at the top of my lungs until it just hurts too much to scream anymore.

I don't know how I am going to deal with going back home for lunch. I just don't want to see them and pretend that I am in a good mood around them. Just don't want to put on the facade right now.

Grrrrrrrr

Progress

The roof went up on the garage on Monday. I didn't have to help but I watched and it was extremely stressful watching whole sections being raised by the backhoe. There were 4 guys on the loft space floor guiding the sections into place with the backhoe pushing them up.

I seriously thought someone was going to lose their head because of the way they had to get it up there. Once it was up to a certain point they all had to duck down to get the pieces to match up at the peak. So it's up. And Tuesday was all day shingling. And the man ran the conduit for the electric.

Today is the beginning of siding, so things are going smoothly. Our electrician friend is coming tonight to run the wire to the garage. And then we will have power in there and won't have to run wires through the windows.

Pictures to follow, once I can get the damn things uploaded.

Update: Siding almost done

Useless

I am having one of those, I don't know what to blog about kind of days.

I was checking to see if people look at this blog, I found I had a week of about 4 or 5 people reading. I got excited until I checked this week and nothing.

Weird how that works. Just proves my suspicions, I am not interesting.

myspace

I get more and more annoying with myspace every time I log on. That is if I can log on.
It is consistently bogged down and slow. Yet I still haven't deleted the profile that I haven't updated since I started with it.

The most I get out of it anymore is occasionally I will get a message from some old school friend. Or I read the crap surveys that my friends answer when I am bored.

I think I keep it because I met the man on it. Yup I met my future husband on the internet. Myspace really isn't even a dating site. I was on two other dating sites and met a bunch of wackos and losers. The weird thing is I found that a lot of military guys try to meet woman on dating sites. I think I dated 4 or 5 air force guys that way. It was almost a joke after a while. I would try to not meet military guys but inevitably they would find me. My friends found it amusing. My mom, however, hated it.

My So Predicted Life

I love it when people think they know me and what kind of person I am and then tell me how I am going to live me life.

One of the guys I work with thinks he knows me so well that he told me that when I have kids, I am going to be one of those over the top moms who throws extravagant parties for their kids. And he says I will do this, because I will need to "one up" the other moms. Anyone that knows me knows I am not that kind of person. I don't do things to make myself look better than someone else or to show off what I have.

Nothing I own is flashy or over the top or extravagant. I wasn't brought up that way. And I also don't really like being the center of attention and those types of things tend to make you just that.

The man and I were raised basically the same. Birthday parties were either mostly family or parties at the house. I had one birthday party at McDonald's when was 6 or 7 and that was the extent of the paid venue parties and I think my brother only had one or two like that as well. Can't remember my sisters parties.
And we fully intend on raising our kids the same way. I would rather get them a really nice present then spent a few hundred bucks on the venue.

Eau de ???

I can't tell if someone in the office has a stinky lunch, or if someone defiled the bathroom.

The trials and tribulations of working in a small office.

Who Wants To Live Forever...

J and I were chatting on Friday about the band Queen, which we both have an affinity for. After that convo, I had the need to listen to them but that night decided to watch a movie. So Saturday night I was chatting with J again and since I was at the computer decided to pop in Queen for a listen. Went through roughly 2 cds worth singing at the top of my lungs.

Later I was plopped in front of the tv paging through the stations. And what did I come across?
A documentary called "Freddy Mercury: Magic Remixed" on the Logo channel. How odd is that?

Sometimes the Logo channel surprises me with some good tv.

Lazy Saturday

It's 3:30 already and I haven't done much of anything.

I should clean.

But I don't wanna.

I could decorate for Halloween.
But that sort of involves cleaning first. Which as stated before, I don't wanna.

It also involves going into the attic, which has a really heavy door that I have to push over my head to get into. That's pretty much what is keeping me from doing that.

What to do, what to do?

Yard Sale Madness

I went over to the 'rents house this morning because there was a neighborhood yard sale going on and I figured I would hang with mom for a while.

Yard sales sort of creep me out a little. I mean it's a bunch of other people's old crap that they don't want anymore. It is essentially people buying other people's garbage, when you break it down. It's just garbage that people are too lazy to throw away or donate. So why would I want to pay for other people's garbage?

I kind of have the same feeling about vintage stuff and antiques too. I would much rather buy something that is new. It's just my thing. I like having new things.

I tend to use things until they are of no use to anyone else, or if they are still in working order I donate them to needy people. I am a huge fan of throwing things away too. I can't stand people who are pack rats. It makes me nuts. I know a couple of pack rats too and I don't know how they can live that way. I mean they have garages, basements and attics they can't use because they are so stuffed with crap. Old toys, rusty broken tools, broken furniture, shit like that. I would love to just go to their houses with a dumpster and just go to town throwing things away.

wine is bad

I have been trying to behave myself by not drinking for a while, wedding dress and all that shit.
But that fell by the wayside this evening since I am quite pissed, as my Pom friend likes to put it.

tomorrow will be a painful day...

Update...

I come home today for lunch at 1:00 and they already have the walls up!!!!! That was done in 5 hours!

Garage Pics

This is the garage Before picture, purdy ain't it?
Yes this was a rotted out piece of shit. Holes in the roof, animals living in it, host to all sorts of mold and fungus. Something you would want on your property isn't it?



This is the garage 3 days from initial completion. This was when the inspector showed up and we were told we had to take the whole thing down and move it. All because one jealous neighbor complained. No one else cared about it, they were all happy the damn rotting mess was coming down. They think it was too big, it was slightly taller but same footprint. Now which structure would you rather look at? Seriously...


This is the removal of the 16 tons of concrete. That was a fun 2-3 days, a lot of work and a bunch of money to pay for the dumping of it.