Friday, May 27, 2005


Jeez Louise!! Can't a baby go full term around here. The new site is up. She ain't pretty. I think the term spartan would probably be suitable but she's all mine and with some help I intend to fix er' up. Thanks sissy for the push. Ha! Get it? I kill me.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

I got meme'd and it stung a little

Bou tagged me for the Movie Meme and I'm not sure if I'm honored or perturbed. Since I'm the new kid in class and a certain amount of hazing is to be expected, I'll go with honored. Thankey Mrs. Bou!! Here we go folks. 1. Number of DVD's that I own: I currently have 78 DVD's in my library. This however is a new thing. I've only recently begun to collect CD's, having decided that it's cheaper to buy than to actually go to the movie theater. Much like Bou, I prefer books, but when I want to watch a movie I'd rather not shell out $10.50 a ticket and have to sit behind some ass-bean who's talking throughout the whole movie. And I make better popcorn. 2. Last DVD I bought: Not too sure on this one. I think it was the HBO series Deadwood the first season. 3. Last DVD I watched: Hmmmmm...Oh yeah, Alien vs. Predator. Don't snicker, it didn't suck. On a sidenote Bou, I love the movie Sandlot. I had a Mastiff named Bacchus and that 210 lb. lap dog could put 8 baseballs and 1 softball in his mouth a one time. Of course you didn't want to play with them after they came out of the slobber factory. 4. 5 movies that I watch a lot or mean a lot to mean: Again, I'm mainly a book guy but these are a few faves: Trainspotting Office Space The Outlaw Josey Wales Swingers Snatch Grease True Grit Saturday Night Fever Super Troopers Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil The Perfect Storm Casino Leaving Las Vegas Raising Arizona Animal House Blues Brothers - ...."It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses, Hit It" The Last Samuri Biloxi Blues OK, that's more than 5 but I've never liked being confined to the norm. 5. Tag 5 others Sissy - she's me mum Contagion - cause he wants to be tagged David - just cause I'm interested Harvey - cause I don't know anybody else and I think we're related. Ogre - again, just cause I'm curious.....ooops he's already been tagged Sarah - cause I like penguins I'm not sure of the protocol on this stuff so any coaching/constructive criticism is appreciated.

One last blast before I split

You’re going to have to stay with me on this one. The route is circuitous but we’ll get there, I promise. I hate to shop for clothes. There are many other things that I don’t mind shopping for such as groceries, alcohol, cars, music, ammunition et al. You get the picture. Shopping for clothes however, is one of those things that I will put off until the bitter end. And I mean the B-I-T-T-E-R end. I love my underwear with holes in them. I don’t mind the occasional stain on a t-shirt. I think it gives them character. I have a Carolina shirt circa 1986 that I still wear religiously. And by religious, I mean that Napster prays for me not to wear this shirt. This could be why I usually go with one particular brand of clothing for work/play. I know what size I need with these guys and what will and will not look good given my meso/endomorphic body type. Plus they last a long time and that’s a cool with me since I don’t like to shop. If I have to purchase something from a different clothing maker, I will try on the clothes because I do NOT want to make a return trip. This is the part I hate the most. I have a story on changing rooms but it'll have to wait until another time. When did they start letting boys and girls in the same fitting room!!?? Now my better half has a completely different view of how to shop. She will go out and bring back sacks of clothing from all different types of makers and will not have tried on the first thing. Once home, the parade of clothing begins…Does this look good? Does this go with this…Does this look too tight…blabbity, blah blah, blah. I love her, I truly do, but I’m not the person to ask about this sort of thing. The only thing I know is, (A)-Woman looks hot and (B)-Woman does not look hot but don’t say that because you’ll wind up regretting it. I went shopping one time with Napster and Mo back when we were living in the “Place of a Trillion Peachtree Streets”. We went to some Outlet place and split up. Beavis and Butthead one-way, me the other. Approximately 15 minutes and $500 dollars later, I was done. Approximately 5 or 17 hours later, here come the twins. They were giggling and laughing and just generally yucking it up, while I was ready to shove a ballpoint pen in my eye. I think that after all was said and done, everything they purchased was returned. Shopping for these guys is just an excuse to get things, to take back and go shopping again. That’s cool with me just leave me out of it. That said, I do like to look nice and would like to experiment with different clothing labels. But I hate looking through all of the different types of clothing and having to try on everything I picked out. Oh the glory days of “Garanamals”. Once you knew your animal, everything slid into place. Well kiddies, here we are. A company called Intellifit has come up with a solution that I can’t wait to try. You walk into this booth and within minutes it has taken measurements with around 200, 000 points of reference. Then you receive a printout of what brands and sizes would fit you best. All of this happens while you’re still fully clothed. I don’t know if the ladies will like it but all I need is a list and I can fall right into hunter mode. Ain’t technology cool.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Mom's kicking me out

Sissy gave me a ring last night for a little chat and it felt like we were breaking up. Or better yet, it felt like the conversation a parent would have with their 30 yr old who's still living at home. O.K. , it wasn't that bad but I get the hint. I'm off into the wild. Sissy's even going to chip in for my security deposit. That said, I'm still going to post here for a couple of days. Richard Cheese, King of the Lounge Singers has a new album. I don't know why, but this guy cracks me up. Stop by and step into the lounge. NASCAR racing's Jeff Gordon sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" at Wrigley Field the other day and good gravy did the crowd ever boo this guy. I haven't heard booing like this since Rosanne Barr butchered the National Anthem in San Diego. What is it with Gordon that brings out this emotion? I'm what you would call a recreational NASCAR viewer. So I don't live and die with it like I do with the St. Louis Cardinals. But from what I've seen, he's either loved or hated with no real middle ground. Hell, even Napster thinks he's a jack-ass and she really doesn't pay attention when a race is on. Do you suppose it's because he's won so many times and people like to root for underdogs? Or do you think he's just a tool. Albeit a little tiny one... I guess you could make the same statements about the "Evil Empire" huh? I tend to root for the uunderdogs. And having went to USC, boy does that come in handy. I have a little bitching to do about work but I promised myself that I wouldn't. Maybe later...

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

On a lighter note

I enjoyed Bou's post about Disney World. Man, I really enjoyed that place. I might have enjoyed Epcot more than the Magic Kingdom. OK who am I kidding, Epcot serves beer. You know I loved that place. Anyway, for those of us challenged by geography or fiscal liquidity try this site. It's a virtual Disney beta.

Don't know why I was thinking of this....

The first time I saw Pat Tillman was on ESPN. The show was highlighting College Football Super Studs. Pat was a Junior I think, but what I remember thinking was that this guy didn’t fit the mold. With his long hair and flips flops he appeared more surfer than samurai middle linebacker. Flash forward a few years and Pat was drafted to play in the NFL for the Arizona Cardinals. Again, I remember seeing him on ESPN and thinking, he must be doing something right but he really doesn’t look the type. Since I lived on the East Coast and the Cards generally stink, I don’t ever remember seeing him play live. I’ve only seen highlight footage and it looks like Pat really laid the leather on someone when he hit them. I also remember that Pat turned down a $9 million dollar offer from the Rams (who were good at the time) to return to the Cardinals. My thoughts were that this guy was bonkers. Flash ahead again to 9/11. This was the catalyst that supposedly made Pat give up the NFL and enlist in the military. He specifically joined the Army and more specific to that he became a Ranger. I remember seeing the story and again saying, hmmm maybe this guy is just eccentric. I didn’t hear anything about Pat for a few years and then one day, ESPN is breaking the news that Pat Tillman was killed in action while defending fellow soldiers. I watched most of the coverage and subsequent tributes and was moved by how much character this man apparently possessed. There were, as they say, many layers to this onion. He was too small to be a linebacker but led Arizona State to the 1996 Rose Bowl. A year later, he was named Pac-10 player of the year. He graduated summa cum laude in 3 ½ years with a 3.84 GPA He wasn’t drafted until the 226th pick but would up starting in the NFL. In 2000 he broke the franchise record for tackles with 224. Before the 2000 season, he ran a marathon just to see “what it was like”. Before the 2002 season he walked into his coaches office and him that he was going to be a Ranger. Pat received the Silver Star posthumously for his actions on the day he died. But here is another twist to the story. After the military presented stories and descriptions about Pat’s death, it was revealed that his own men killed him. Pat was a victim of friendly fire. I’ve never served in the military, so I can only imagine how difficult and crazy things get when you are engaged with the enemy and I’m sure my imagination doesn’t even come close. I can see and even understand how things like this can happen. But what I don’t understand is why this was covered up from family and friends. The family is still trying to get answers from the military and I hope they succeed. I never met Pat or saw him play live, but he’s a person that I will always remember. Not for the way he died, but for the way he lived. Update: I go to sleep watching the news so maybe that's how this got in my head. But Keith Olbermann has more on the story in his blog.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Still working out stuff

Thanks Dave for the tips. I still had to have Napster do a little on site demonstration but I think I'm starting to get the hang of things.

Sissy flew the coop

Way to go Sissy on your new site. It looks great!! So, I’m left all alone with no parental guidance. MUAHAHAHAHA!!! Somebody cue the music and tap that keg!! I’m kidding of course but that reminds me……. When I was younger (teens) and my parents would go out of town sans the kids, they would ship my little bro and me’ off to the grandparents. Then, my father would chain up all the entrances to the house. I’m talking full on master locks. All because of one little mishap when they were out of town. Something about police and fire trucks and bottle rockets and skinny-dipping with the principal’s daughter. All laughable and mostly unproven. Anyway, the place was locked up tight. I always felt bad because he went to a lot of trouble and we would just have the party outside anyways… For those of you who don’t know, Napster is my better half. I’m a very lucky boy to have found someone like her. She is also a girly-girl. Now I don’t have a problem with this because for one, I get to have my own bathroom and two, I get to have my own bathroom. So we’re watching T.V. or something this weekend, and knowing her proclivity for all things chickesque, I was quite a shocked when she pronounced, “Wouldn’t it be fun to go camping next weekend?” I’ve seen Napster throw a fit because the cable was out, I can only imagine camping. I love to camp but haven’t in a while. So I said, sure babe that sounds like fun. We’ll see. Today at lunch she brings it up again. Napster – So, do you know how to do the tent and things? Me – Yes Napster – You can make a fire? Me – What do you think? Napster – What do you do out there? There’s no TV and stuff. Me – We can hike, swim, explore, all kinds of stuff. It’ll be fun. Napster – Will you bring guns? Me – Wha!? I hadn’t planned on it but if it makes you feel better. Napster – It would make me feel better because of all the freaks out there. Me – Uh, O.K. Do you want automatics or semi-automatics? Napster – What about the bathroom? Me – What about it? Napster – Where do you go? Me – Just grab a tree and hang on. Napster – (Eyebrows arching) Nuh-uh you’re lying. Me – Nope it’s true. Just put your arms around a tree that’s not to big, squat and have at it. But watch out for ticks. Napster – Ticks!! Anyway, I think that may have hit a nerve. She’s going to look for drive-up campsites but I think we may be looking at a cabin…If I don’t watch it, she may go for the Ritz in Austin. I’ll keep you posted.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

No cool tag line

Dave over at Third World County has a link to an article by Bill Whittle that kicks ass. I haven't figured out how to do the linky thing yet(Sissy's gonna give me a crash course) but you really should crusie over to his site and check it out. The "Land That Time Forgot" TX has 351 churches in the Yellow Pages. I counted. With a population of around 200K that means there's a church for every 570 people. And yet there are only 2 listed "Gentlemen's Clubs"......... Another funny thing is that you can by an adult beverage in a bar or restaurant but not, I repeat not, in a grocery store or convenience store. I guess you're better off getting juiced up in a bar and driving home than simply having a drink at home. Sports Illustrated did an article about High School football stadiums. And in Denton, TX they just opened a $18.3 million, 12,000 sseat facility that has 2 VIP suites and a $900K scoreboard. Holy Crap!! I guess no child will be left behind as long as he can rush for 2000 yards and 20 TD's. It's hot here. Really hot. I'm from the South and have experienced my fair share of heat but this is face of the sun hot. With my Irish lineage you could say I'm melanin challenged. O.K. I'm Capt. Whitey. Since I've been here I've developed a Farmer's Tan from simply driving to and from work. Napster thinks it's funny. The other day I jumped in the car and put on my shades(that were sitting on the dash) and almost burned off both of my ears. Went to sit on our deck in the chairs made from metal and branded my damn leg. The nights however, are great. Once the sun dips below the horizon the temp drops to about 65 and dig this sports fans, No Mosquitos, I repeat for Sanddollar No Freaking Mosquitos!! I off to put salve on my ears......

I've Moved

I have not been to bed yet...
but I got my Munu site done!
Yippee!! :-) So come on over, take a gander, update your blogrolls, check out the Word of the Week, and come drool over some of the great work My Blog Heroes have done!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Word of the Week #4

(Instructions) trammel \TRAM-ul\ noun 1 : a net for catching birds or fish *2 : something impeding activity, progress, or freedom : restraints usually used in plural Example sentence: "I cast the miserable trammels of worldly discretion to the winds, and spoke with the fervour that filled me...." (Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone)
Thank you Merriam-Webster Online
(This post will also stay at the top of the page for the rest of the week)

I go back

Harvey got me thinking when he stated that a particular band (Autograph)I was enjoying was “form without substance, body without soul”. You know what? He was right. But wasn’t that basically the 80’s in a nutshell? I wasn’t out trying to save the world or reach an enlightened state of mind. I just wanted to be with friends, hang out on the beach, chase girls, keep my car running, chase girls, play ball and chase girls. Not particularly noble, but it's the truth. So when I hear certain songs from this era, I'm not focusing on the message, I'm remembering a place in time. You could say that their lack of substance and soul, in some way, however small, gave me substance and shaped my soul and I feel like a better man for it. Kenny Chesney sums it up pretty well in his song “I Go Back”. “I go back to the smell of an old gym floor The taste of salt on the Carolina shore After graduation and drinkin goodbye to friends And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall Growin up too fast and I do recall Wishin time would stop right in its tracks Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives Takes us to another place and time” There are books and movies that do the same thing. Why just last night I was watching Willie Wonka and The Chocolate Factory………..

Sissy in a Dress

At Grandma's house. Notice I was trying to escape!
One of the few times I've ever worn a dress! Posted by Hello

Where Do You Go?

Tammi's back and is back to asking her Saturday Question of Day. Today's question:
OK - Here goes: Tell me about your Happy Place. Not a physical location you run to....that place in your mind where you go to escape when everything is out of control. That memory or thought that "settles" you. Gives you the space you need to take a deep breath and go on.
I just went here last night. My Happy Place is in my truck listening to music. Now, I know this is supposed to be a place you go to you in your mind, but driving and listening to music helps me get to my happy place. Last night, I got in my truck in PJ's and flip flops, put on some Josh Groban, and drove around. I listen to music loud. Loud where it surrounds me and feels like I'm there. Loud where I can hear a piece of everything. It really takes me to another mind goes into another mode. Another thing I might do is play music that reminds me of good memories. I can hear a song and it remind me of a time...good or bad in my life. So when I need to "go back in time", I may listen to something in particular to get me there. The memories I'm looking for, like Tammi, are usually happy memories with friends. Times where things felt so good that I thought it couldn't get better and I never wanted it to end. I retreat back to these memories often! And there you have it, Tammi's Saturday Question of the Day - signed, sealed and delivered! Now we've gotta get her using the Word of the Week! :-)

Friday, May 20, 2005

A Silent Weekend

So good ole Spurs calls me tonight and we're discussing blog stuff. Then he asks what my plans are for the weekend. Plans for the weekend? I'm supposed to have plans. Well, I am 23, I guess that would be the normal thing. His response? "You're a single, eligible, need to be out!" Well, I've struggled with this for a while. It's a Catch 22! You have to know people to go out with and you have to go out to meet people. Now I know you might say, there's nothing wrong with going out by yourself. And you are right, and I have done that. Here's my problem with that. I've gone out alone. I've gone to dinner alone, to the movies alone, bowling alone, bars alone, clubs alone, etc. Here is what happens on these alone outings:
  1. I am an introvert. I have issues with approaching others.
  2. I don't think I "look" approachable. I'm not sure "intimidating" is the right word, but I don't think I look all that friendly.
  3. After a while, being alone just starts to feel uncomfortable.
  4. When I am approached, it's either by people that I would not want to be approached by (you all have read the posts!), married guys or guys just looking for the hook up that night.

And these outings haven't been just to find a member of the opposite sex. Just to meet people in general. It just doesn't work!

I've looked around into local adult intramural sports, and unfortunately, they are all a little more professional than I am capable of.

I work with mostly men in my office, all married Engineers. There are two girls, one I wouldn't hang out with if my life depended on it, and the other is married with a kid and isn't capable of up and going out as a single gal.

What else is there to do??

Spending weekends alone do tend to suck after a while...I won't lie. To go a whole weekend without one word leaving your mouth until Monday morning at happens.

But, I did this to myself. I moved from Arizona out to the east coast to better myself and get away from a life I didn't want. And even though I did leave my fun friends there, it was for the better. But you can only better yourself so much by yourself.

So, this is the reason why I'm not out on a Friday night. I think it'll help when I go back to school, hopefully this fall. To be in a classroom with others. Meanwhile, my closest friend is 3 hours away, my mom, stepdad and sister will be 2 hours away in July, and I stay entertained with my Blog Family and Friends! Oh, and don't forget Kiki! She's as loyal as they get! :-)

Selling My Soul

I've been selling my soul and whoring myself for help. I even heard there was a little competition looking for help on another corner. I've got the format that I want, and the background. I'm using a practice banner (won't be using the real banner until unveiling) to hold it's spot. I've got Comment Pop Ups and roll down, Trackbacks are popping up and listing on the post, the Remember Me is working, and a few other things. I'm proud of what I've done so far 'cause I'm a real dope! But what I am really struggling with is the following:
  • Moving the Banner and the left and right side bars down away from the top of the page. Also seperating the banner and where the posts start. I want some space in there and can't figure out how. And for the sidebars to line up with the top of the post, not the banner.

  • For the sidebars, I'm wanting white boxes with rounded corners, kind of like at Madfish Willie's.

I cannot find fixes for these anywhere. I've been on Munuviana, CSS sites, Moveable Type sites and been viewing page sources on any and all Munu blogs.

So now I'm getting desperate. Especially since I've been getting a lot of 404 errors when surfing blogs in Blogger. So if anyone knows how to talk to a semi-dummy about this stuff, I promise, I'm not vice!

Just getting the feel of things

Whew! What a week. I've felt like the White Rabbit all week. But now, it's Miller Time....... I'm sitting here listening to some music trying to get the hang of this site. Does anyone remember the band Autograph? Yeah!! I must admit, that I had Napster post my other 2 entries. Not that I couldn't do it, it's just that she's Neo of our little syndicate. I open the doors, kill bugs, lift heavy objects and cook. She handles computer related items and overall operations. It's a happy little set-up. At least in my mind......... Is it just me or is "Sith" attached to every product known to man? Lots more to talk about but I think I'll wait until Sunday. I hope everyone has a great weekend.

Not Those Girly Push-ups!

My insides are on fire!! For some freakish reason, I decided to go turbo-cruncher today. 100 normal crunches, 50 with my torso turned to the left, 50 with my torso turned to my right...and then the kicker, 50 with my legs up in the air feeling like someone just stuck a match in my belly button! (sorry guys, no pictures!) This was after my 30 minutes at Curves. After fighting through pouring rain, lightning, thunder and hail! (no, I'm not being overdramatic - I'm for real!) I was thinking, while doing my crunches, about the stuff my dad used to have me do when I was around 9 or 10. He'd make me PT with him. He'd have me try to run with him, at least for a short distance, and he would time me. He would have me increase my push-ups each week. I was the only 4th grader who could do 30 push-ups...real ones, not the girly ones! Wow, imagine if I would have kept that up since I was 9! So, today I wondered, "How many push-ups can I do now?" I didn't want to do it in front of the others, so I thought I'd wait until I got home. I did 'em, arms shoulder width apart, back straight, butt level, and pushing all the way to the floor...with Kiki in my face and running under me. A freaking whopping 10 of 'em! How sad! So, I'm considering adding them to my routine. Although, at the moment, my arms are now jelly and couldn't even pick up fork. Hmmm...maybe that's a good thing :-)


Testing some stuff over on Munu

Thursday, May 19, 2005

My Second Wind

I fell off the horse this week! I've been going at full speed for about 6 weeks now, working out, eating right, being healthy in general. This week I fell hard. I did the very minimum this week at Curves, only doing 30 minutes on Sunday and Monday. I used my exhaustion as an excuse not to go, although it's not like I caught up on any sleep while NOT being at the gym. And oh, what I've eaten. I've actually felt it! I've had more sugar than normal this week, and it has really messed up my stomach. If I had anything greasy, I would just feel queasy afterward. I haven't been drinking enough water and have even noticed a difference in my complexion. Damn Taco Bell being right down the street from me. did I mention I love their new Chicken Club Chalupa! And I had Cajun food for the first time this week. The receptionist at work took me to some hole in the wall place that served fried turkey wings and jambalya. Oh, and chocolate. Yea, I'm sure I had some chocolate this week. And then I've read some of the comments from the Competition posts over at Bou's, VW's, and Amy's and felt like a heel! So tomorrow, it's time to start kicking ass!! I'm sleeping in tomorrow to make sure I get enough sleep, going to Curves first thing in the morning and going to the workout center at my apartment in the afternoon. I have a fridge ready with tomatoes and cucumbers, watermelon and bananas, chicken breasts, and many many bottles of water!! I go on vacation for 2 weeks Memorial Day Weekend. June 1st, I drive to Chicago to attend my sister's High School graduation, spend some time with family and meet some of the Bad Example Family. Then I fly to Phoenix to visit more family. This vacation was my big lose two sizes (since April 1) before my sister's graduation, before I saw my family, met some new people, and jumped into a swimsuit in Phoenix. So, it's hardcore these next two weeks! I'll be posting on how it goes. Meanwhile ladies...keep it going!!

I Think I'm Pregnant

This lack of sleep I've been having, the nausea, the odd cravings, the back ache, my pants fitting tighter...I think I'm pregnant! Check out the comments from this post, I think people have began to spread on my possibly "expecting". May have even seen some pictures in the tabloids. Now, if I am pregnant, I need to think about some serious issues: names, schools, types of diapers, to spank or not to spank, to breastfeed or bottle feed. Oh, there's so many decisions. Maybe I'm wrong...maybe it's just gas! But if not...does anyone know the gestation period of an onery blogger?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

It's In The Air

It must be in the air! Even Kiki is dreaming! She's laying next to me, snuggled into my leg, and all I keep hearing are little yelps and her body twitching. Every once in a while, her little legs will get to moving like she's starting to run, then she'll relax for a moment. She's so cute when she's sleeping!

I woke her up

My cutie pie Posted by Hello

Is That So Much To Ask?

I just don't get it! I've been blogging about my issues getting enough sleep or quality sleep. We're talking for almost a week now! Today, while training, I was dead! I was yawning the whole time (trying to cover it up by writing on the flipchart or being behind the room). I could not wait until I could go home and pass out! I kept thinking, as soon as I got home, I would just go straight to bed! I was THAT tired! I got home, and was going to go straight to bed, but figured that would mess my schedule up even more! So, through great willpower (stop laughing!), I figured I'd stay up until 10pm so I would just be exhausted enough to pass out and get back on a schedule. Well if you notice the time of this post, it's past 10pm. And guess what!?! I'm not tired one freaking bit! I feel like I could stay up all night! What the hell? *whining* All I want to do is get some quality sleep!!!!!!!! Pleeeaaaasssseeeeee!!!! Now, Thursday should be interesting. I'm training systems. I'll be falling asleep on the projector! Well hey, I tend to talk in my sleep (at least that's what I'm told), so maybe I could train in my sleep. Ah, that would be nice!

Moving Again!

Guess what!?! I'm packing! Yes, I'm packing. I just did this 7 months ago, then 3 months before that, then 14 months before that! Do I have enough crap??? So where am I moving to? I've talked about Missouri, New Mexico, Texas, Oregon, and Washington. Take a wild guess. Probably the worst place you can imagine, right?? But this place, this place I think I'll actually like! Little higher class, safer area, cost of living is the same, not too far from my friends and it looks like I'll meet some new neighbors. You would think this move would be so much easier than the past moves! Maybe physically easier, but oh brain is throbbing! Luckily, I have some moving help and even some interior design help. I lack creativity! I mean, I still don't have curtains in my current place (seriously, for real...thank goodness for blinds) So this move...what's keeping me from blogging as frequently as usual. I'm off to Munu! Along with the majority of the Bad Example Family. This is what I have been racking my brain about for the past 3 days. My computer has a couple of bruises from my, um...frustrations. I've been practically whoring myself around for help! I had one brilliant man help with the move and get me set up with a format that I like. A few changes and it'll be home. Then, I have someone else helping with the interior design. She has amazing talent. I am keeping their names private to protect them....unless they don't mind being given up. And if they don't mind, they are getting all the linky lovin' they can stand, plus a special part of my new home for my Blog heroes! So, I'm going to let Spurs clean the joint up while I stand back and make sure he doesn't miss anything. You know those inspections can be a bitch! Once he's done cleaning the place up, hopefully we can get him off the bottle and onto the big boy sippy cup!

Thank You...Let's Start At The Beginning

First, I would like to say Thank You for all of your positive comments. It felt surprisingly good and was quite unexpected. Next I want to apologize for the font size. I’m afraid old habits die-hard. In my previous life as a Financial Analyst, I would often times be called upon by “Senior Management” (those are sarcastic “”’s) to put together large quantities of data. This would happen most of the time, with little or no notice and would now become my freakin’ emergency. After putting together said information on the metric Du jour, I would drop the font to 8 and resolution to 75%, fire the workbook off as printer friendly (Senior Mgmt. has trouble if not PF) and sit back at my desk giggling like a school girl. You have to picture a room full of grown ups hunched over the workbook grabbing glasses, magnifying lenses, rulers and whatever else to view this material. Then, before they could come running down the hall, I would head downstairs for a Latte or Chai grinning from ear to ear. So anyway it won’t happen again. I guess since I skipped the initial “about” post and jumped right up on my soapbox, maybe I should back it up and try to paint a picture of myself. A cyber fill in the blanks if you will…. I was born at Ft. Jackson in Columbia, SC in the Year of our Lord 1968. My father was an Army Infantryman who was headed to Vietnam. Let’s just say he didn’t make it to Nam and the marriage didn’t make it to 4 years. This doesn’t make me a military brat does it?? By the way, I’m of Scotch-Irish descent. After quite a bit of moving, my mother met the strongest, nicest, hardest working man I’ve ever know. He would become my stepfather. Oh yeah, did I mention I have a younger brother? More on him later…My stepfather was in his 30’s during the 70’s and decided to take on my mom, brother and me. That took courage and for all intents and purposes, this man molded me. Life was pretty good growing up. We lived in Columbia, SC and were decidedly middle-class. The only strange part was that during this time, both mom and pop were going through a hippie phase of sorts. It didn’t really bother my brother and I because we got to meet lots of really interesting “Aunts” and “Uncles” and everybody was generally happy and laughing. I always wondered what that smell was……….. During this time I developed a love of sports and books. Some of my fondest memories involve playing catch with pop when he came home from work and reading to my mom at the dinner table while she cooked. Bear in mind that my father was a Master Plumber and was working at the Savannah River Nuclear Plant at this time. He would leave the house at 4:00 AM everyday and wouldn’t get home until 7-8 PM. I’m sure the last thing he wanted to do was play catch. But you know what? He built a pitcher’s mound and backstop with lights so we wouldn’t have to worry about it being dark. I was always pretty good in school and didn’t really have to try too hard. A 70’s version of Ferris Bueller comes to mind. School was where I began to develop my smart-ass ways I believe. Trust me, it was easier to be a smart-ass at school than at home. We were never abused, but both mom and pop would bust your ass if you got out of line. Come to think of it, back then, every parent in the neighborhood had a sort of pro-forma right to bust your ass if you were acting up. Many times I received I whipping from a neighbor, was passed off to my mother for another whipping and was told to wait until my father got home for the Grand Finale beating. (We didn’t play catch on those nights) Hell, there was even a spanking room at my Middle School and Junior High. I bet that would go over like a fart in a Space Suit in today’s society. Which brings us to the question, does Corporal Punishment work? Talk amongst yourselves……… I would’ve given anything for “Time Out” back in the day. Ultimately I believe the whippings taught me respect and that there were always going to be consequences for my actions. I admit to not having kids but my nieces and nephews think I’m the best. That said, the kids in my family who get spankings are way better behaved than the non-spanking, time-out kids. Well, I think I’ll leave it at that for now. Spurs- Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. --Red Buttons

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Excuse Me.....Is This Thing On???

I must admit that this is a little intimidating. I've often thought about blogging and what I may or may not write about. But I never seriously contemplated actually doing it. I mean seriously, writing was never what I would have called a "forte" during my academic career and this is writing to the power of x. So here I am, after a little subtle coercion from Sissy and Lupus (Napster) typing out a nickel bag’s worth of blog material. A sort of test drive if you will......... Where to start...Well, I guess that you should know that my "ranting" and "raving” description is probably a little overblown. Sissy/Mo/Napster have all heard me fire some serious shots but for the most part I would describe myself as the consummate smartass. I’m sure the gals and quite a few unnamed others would attest to this fact. With that said, I’d like to address my handle, or screen name, or whatever you call it. I think Angry Cock or Fighting Cock is probably a misnomer. While it’s true that Gamecocks are genetically predisposed to beating the crap out of one another (they will fight to the death…no shite) and I quite often have to suppress the urge to choke the living crap out of some dipstick. It’s probably best to go another route. I was thinking “Spurs”. It goes with the Cowboy theme and Fighting Cocks wear them as an offensive weapon. Cool? I’d like to skip the obligatory “about” portion and fire off a few things I believe to be true and see what you guys think?
  • Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone.
  • “Heartbeat” by Don Johnson is not the worst song of all time. It is in fact “Party All the Time” by Eddie Murphy. With a close second going to anything by Richard Marx.
  • Women should have the right to choose.
  • Death Penalty-Pro. The whole Justice system can really get me lathered up, FYI.
  • There should be a separation of Church and State. At one point the Pledge of Allegiance stated “… Nation, Indivisible with Liberty and Justice for All.” Guess what’s missing?
  • If I want to own a gun, and have not committed a felony, then leave me the hell alone. If I want a gun that fires 300 rpm see previous statement and replace hell with fuck. What Amendment was that…..
  • Lubbock shall not be referred to as “Kill Me Texas”. From now on, it shall be know as “The Land That Time Forgot” or “Place of a Million Churches”.
  • I hate cell phones!! And guess what else?? I particularly hate being forced to listen to a conversation when I’m eating, drinking, watching a movie, shopping, standing in line after shopping and pretty much any other time I’m in public. If you look around when you’re driving or just out in general, I’ll bet 7 in 10 folks you see are on the damn phone. Nobody is that important, excluding W.
  • I could care less if gays and lesbians got married. As long as they pay taxes and have to jump through the same hoops to get a divorce, good luck to em’.
  • 80’s Hair Metal R-O-C-K-S!!!!!!!
  • Don’t burn my flag or a disagreement will ensue. Mostly with my foot in your ass…..
  • There should be a Constitutional Amendment outlawing Artificial Turf and The Designated Hitter.
  • Excluding Florida, College Sports are better in the South.
  • If there’s anything that smells better than Barbeque on the grill, Chili on the stove, Bacon in a pan, hotdogs at a ball field and fresh cut grass, I’d like to know.
  • O.J. did it. Hell, even the brothers know this was a mulligan for the whole Rodney King incident.
  • The size of your car should be inversely proportional to your age. Nothing scares me worse than looking over at the on-ramp and seeing some little old lady in a 92’ Lincoln attempting to merge. All you can see are those little arms at the top of the steering wheel and a glimpse of the top of their head…….
  • Kids should have to spend more time outside.
  • Speaking of kids, spanking is allowed. I can’t tell you how many times my brother (younger) and I got our butts whipped. And you know what; with the exception of 1 BB-Gun incident (I was framed) I probably deserved them all.
  • Adult ADD!! Give me a break!! We as a society are overmedicated and over diagnosed.
  • There is a cure for AIDS but it’s more profitable to treat than to cure.
  • Repeat after me, Thou Shall Not Commit Adultery. No wiggle room on this one folks.
  • I say “Please” and “Thank You”. It’s just the right thing to do. Plus Mom and Dad would bust my ass if I didn’t.
  • I open doors for women. Not that you guys can’t open the door for yourselves, it’s just nice is all.
  • Work to live not vice versa. The company really doesn’t give two shits about you in the grand scheme of things……They do however care about EBITDA. See below.
  • EBITDA is an acronym created by Warren Buffett to cover up the fact that a company can generate a ton of cash and still show no profit. Hmmmm…….no wonder companies love this metric, it’s all BS.

Whew!! That did feel pretty good. Don’t forget to tip your waitress and bartender; they’re working hard for ya’.


Back on Schedule

Last week, I lived by Morrigan's philosophy, "You'll have time to sleep when you die". I got up at 5:45 am to go workout, attended training from 8:00 am - 5:30 pm, would stay and have dinner with some of the managers and then spend time with some of my friends that were also attending training from out of town. I'd stay out until about 12 or so, go home, and repeat. So, by Friday, I was ready to SLEEP! I slept in on Friday instead of going to work (I put in my 40 hours that week) I thought I had caught up Friday, but I slept ALL WEEKEND! I'd sleep 9-10 hours in my bed, then go to the living room, do a couple of things, and then take a nap on the couch for a couple of hours. I'd do a few more things, and then go sleep in my bed for a couple of hours. Then I just turned into a TV watching, sleeping fool! And we all know there is nothing on TV on the I basically hibernated! You would have thought I got enough rest....but no! It was all restless sleep. I was dreaming real things. It drove me nuts! There are times I wish my brain had an off switch! So thanks to all that "sleep", I couldn't fall asleep Sunday night until about 3am, but woke up at 7 am to go work out. When I came home, I was exhausted! I even came home from work early because I was so dead tired. I got on the computer and kept dozing. I wanted to stay up until bedtime to get back on a schedule, but I just couldn't do it. Do you ever get so tired, you just feel sick! You either gotta get up and do something or pass out right there. That's how I was! So I figured I'd lay down for a few minutes on the couch. Kiki curled up next to me, and we fell asleep. I still dreamt! The hour and a half I napped, I was dreaming! Damnit! So last night, I go to bed at 11 and don't fall asleep until about 1:30. Thank God for Nick at Nite! I woke up this morning at 6:30 exhausted! I felt like I could sleep another days worth! I went to work and set up for the class I had to train. The class was half-ass on the part of the company. No set guide, timeline or objectives. So I had to wing it! I must say, I have to be one of the first trainers to start to fall asleep in their own class! I was sitting there while they were finishing an activity, and started doing the dozing head fall! Needless to say, I let class out early! naps, no dreams, and maybe some Tylenol PM!

Three Months Ago...

Exactly 3 months ago, to the minute, I started And What Next... Why?? Morrigan talked about the stuff her sister Boudicca blogged about and constantly had me in stitches. She finally gave me the address to her sister's blog and I loved it! I went through her archives...just couldn't get enough. It was addicting! And she was expressing a lot of the thoughts I had (minus the kids and husband :-) ) I remember looking at Bou's status in the Ecosystem (after Morrigan explained it to me) and thinking wow, to be an Adorable Rodent (that's what she was at the time) So, I thought I'd give it a try. I loved to write, but never did. I couldn't write without knowing my audience. That's why the thought of a diary never appealed to me when I was younger. I loved to write letters. Traveling so much, I kept up with everyone by letters and later emails. I wrote long letters. I had no idea of a voice or anything when starting And What Next... Just hoped to have as much fun as it looked like Bou was having and enjoy writing again. I didn't plan on a big audience, if any, didn't plan on a blog family, never thought I could be an Adorable Rodent, and certainly didn't plan on looking forward to meeting anyone. Three months ago today, I changed a part of my life. I actively and openly share a journey I am on that I may not have realized I was on without this. Even if I did realize it, I wouldn't have had all the laughs, stories and support that I have now. Appropriate enough, Morrigan was my 4500th visit here tonight. It's been an inconceivable 3 months. UPDATE: Much to my surprise, when I woke up this morning, I saw "Marauding Marsupial" on the bottom of my page. Thank you steroids carnvials. I unfortunately still can't see the details of how this had come to luck, there will be a recount :-P

Monday, May 16, 2005

Oh, If Dreams Were Reality!

My stepmom and I have been talking on the phone about getting in shape, losing weight, Weight Watchers, Curves, etc. She calls me today and tells me she had a dream about me last night. She says that she dreamt I walked through the door of their house and was wearing a crop top, short shorts, was about 110 pounds and you could see my ribs! HAHAHAHAHA She asked what's my secret. Well, I might be doing well, but I hate to disappoint her...I'm not doing THAT well!! Come on...she's married to my dad - the tall, monstrous Marine! My body could never physically be 110 pounds. I love how we exaggerate things in our dreams! Then she tells me, "Don't forget to bring a swimsuit when you come out here in a couple of weeks. It's already reaching 100 degrees." Haha, like I'm going to want to wear a swimsuit after she's had that defugulated image in her mind. Sheesh!

Dream Analysis

That Dream has really been bothering me. I really want to know what it meant, if anything. I think what bugs me is how detailed it was, how many details there were, and how much I remembered. I submitted the dream to a dream analysis site. Although, they do not choose to analyze all the dreams submitted. So my chances of getting an answer are slim. So, I looked up a dream dictionary and typed in key parts of the dream to see what it came up with. So the following is what I found. Ah, I'm so confused!! Shooting To see a shooting in your dream, indicates that you have a set goal and know what you are aiming for in life. Your plans are right on target! To dream that you shoot a person with a gun, denotes your aggressive feelings and hidden anger toward that particular person. To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun, suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel victimized in some situation. Party To dream that you are at a party, suggests that you need to get out more and enjoy yourself. If the party is bad, then it indicates that you are unsure of your social skills. Swimming To dream that you are swimming, suggests that you are exploring aspects of your unconscious mind and emotions. The dream may be a sign that you are seeking some sort of emotional support. It is a common dream image for people going through therapy. To dream that you are swimming underwater, suggests that you are completely submerged in your own feelings. You are forcing yourself to deal with your emotional difficulties. Children To see children in your dream, signifies your own childlike qualities or a retreat back to a childlike state. It is an extension of your inner child during a time of innocence, purity, simplicity, and a carefree attitude. You may be longing for the past and the chance to satisfy repressed desires and unfulfilled hopes. Take some time off and cater to the inner child within. Perhaps there is something that you need to see grow and nurtured. To save a child, signifies your attempts to save a part of yourself from being destroyed. Gang To dream that you are confronted or threatened by a gang, signifies circumstances or situations in your waking life which are overwhelming and you feel has ganged up on you. House To dream of a haunted house, signifies unfinished emotional business, related to your childhood family, dead relatives, or repressed memories and feelings. Newspaper To see newspapers in your dream, signifies that new light and insight will be shed on a problem that has been on your mind. You are seeking knowledge and answers to a problem. Alternatively, to see newspapers in your dream, implies that you need to be more vocal and express yourself. In other words, you need to make headlines. Interesting stuff. I'd really like to know how they come up with these definitions.

A Possible New Blogger

Okay, I need a little help here from the cheering section. Cowboy has mentioned to me on several occasions how he has considered starting a blog. Then he brings up every excuse there is not've all heard it all before. I offered him the opportunity to guest blog at And What Next... to see if he liked it first, get a little readership, and then consider starting his own (knowing he would be awesome and get tons of support from the family) His fiance, Napster, even came up with a name for him. The Angry Cock. Let me explain this one. He graduated from and is a huge fan of University of South Carolina, the Fighting Gamecocks! He's really not so much angry, but likes to go on rants. Well voiced and logical rants. I wouldn't give him the key to the joint if I didn't trust him. This guy is funny as hell and can put a hilarious spin on just about anything. He would certainly take care of what I don't write about, opinions, etc. I'm a bit selfish and tend to talk about ME! :-) So it'd be a good balance until I can talk him into moving his shit and getting his own place. I think he's fearful that he may scare some of my readers away. He his quite vocal! I told him if he did, no problem, I'd change the locks. Plus I'm moving soon anyway :-) So if you have any helpful advice, or even a swift kick in the shorts for Cowboy, leave it in the comments.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Vomit Horror Stories

Poor Blog Bruncle Contagion had to spend his Saturday at home due to his vomity family. Then Blog Mom Bou mentions in the comments that she's okay with vomiting, as long as it's not in the mouth. Oh memories! Now, let me preface this with...I.DO.NO.THROW.UP!! I will lay there miserable, curled up in a ball until the misery goes away. But I will not throw it up. I can't make myself do it nor will I let myself. I JUST CAN'T! I can count how many times I've thrown up on one hand. Obviously my drinking escapade was one of them. There was a time in Okinawa when I was 5 or 6 that I was lying in bed rolled over, throwing up in a bucket. Noodles and tomato sauce are not good the 2nd time around! And then there was this time. I was probably 1 or 2 years of age and we were visiting family in Rolla, Missouri. We were at my great grandparents house and the majority of the family was there. Now, just about every man in that side of my family, used chewing tobacco. I learned at a very early age that you don't just pick up a soda can on the end table and drink it. Not worth the chance! Well, I was playing with one of my uncles, and he of course had chew in his mouth. He started throwing me up in the air and we were both laughing, having a good old time. He was smiling real big and I was giggling 'til my heart was content. Well, you can only shake a baby so much until they spew! Yes, that's right, I hurled right in my Uncle's mouth...right in there with the tobacco! He won't make that mistake again :-)

The Stupid Things I Do Because I'm Scared of Bugs

A spider or palmetto bug runs across the carpet? They don't die by the poison of the spray....they die by drowning or suffocating in it. I use about half a can per bug. How I clean it up? I scoop it with paper or the dust pan. I can't pick it up with toilet paper or paper towels! EH!! And then I wear shoes for the rest of the evening. A moth was right next to my door knob as I came home. After jumping back, I go back to the parking lot, pick up a rock, come back to my door and throw the rock at the moth. After I miss, I go back to the parking lot, pick up a stick, bring it back, and attack the moth and jump as it flies at me. I see a bug in the car while driving? I freak out, pull over, get out of the car open all the doors/windows and try to shoo it out with whatever junk I may have. Then as I get back in, I itch the whole time thinking I have bugs on me. So, needless to say, I have this excessive fear of bugs! I obviously should not be living in the south.

Linky Lovin' III

Troglodyte was the Word of the Week for Week #3. That 1 Guy of Drunken Wisdom uses this week's word when expressing his anger toward his blogfather Grau, calling him a troglodyte bastard and that he better be paying Blog mom dad Parent, Harvey, child support. Blog Mom Bou was worried at first that she couldn't use this week's word. She thought it was some Star Trek word. Well, she's a trooper and on Mother's Day, she was happy to see that her Blog Children didn't see her as a troglodyte. Aris_Ravencroft thinks he may be viewed as a troglodyte in these comments, for the music he listens to. David of third world county used this week's word in a Recipe of a Troglodyte. Blog Grandpa Harvey of Bad Example awarded the Little Right Wing Circle Jerk Award to a post on those Times troglodytes. Blog Bruncle Contagion of Miasmatic Review got up enough nerve to attend a blogmeet and claims that Harvey considers him too much of a troglodyte to read his stuff over at IMAO Blog Sis VW of One Happy Dog Speaks tried to use this weeks word to describe Blog Mom Bou; however failed thankfully. ArmyWifeToddlerMom was needing fashion advice for a troglodyte before a big event she was going to. She obviously didn't read my definition for a troglodyte as there is no way she'd be considered one! ;-) AWTM, my Word of the Week detective, has been sending me links of where she has seen the word being used. Such a huge help! She found the word of the week unknowingly being used at Vodkapundit on how Pat Buchanan has "hit bottom on the slippery slope from Young Turk conservative columnist to Nazi Apologist troglodyte. Sarah the Penguin of Because We Have Thumbs speaks of stinky armpits and sexual preferences and breaks it down into troglodyte terms for us. Great job everyone! Again, if I've missed anyone, send me a nasty gram, leave a comment or send up a flare!

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Sleepless Sleep

This past week, the most sleep I got in one night was 6 hours, even though I averaged 4-5. I'm an 8 hours of sleep kind of girl! So needless to say, I looked forward to my rejuvenate sleep last night. No alarm clock, no appointments, no phone calls, nada! The good news...I did sleep from midnight until 10am, only waking up once to Full House on Nick at Nite, dying of thirst. Now for what made it for such a waste of sleep. I had 2 really detailed, indepth creepy nightmares. The first one was something to do with family, flying, luggage and conflict and some other bizarre things. I'm not going to go into that one although it was the first one that truly freaked me out. But the second one...I have no clue where the hell this one came from. I had been invited by a friend of mine (who used to live in NC when I lived there but now lives in Colorado) to go out on a Friday night. I believe it must have been a party. I some how know it was here in Columbia, but I have no clue what made me think that. Now the house had a big front porch...the usual on southern style homes. Everyone was there having a great time. I recognized a lot of the people but I cannot remember who all of them were now. I do know that Jon Secada and Mariah Carey were there. Why? I have no clue. Mariah Carey maybe because I had seen her on TV before going to bed, but no clue why Jon Secada. Everyone's having a good time, a very relaxed environment. I remember at some point being in front of the house in some water. It seemed like a lake because I remember not being able to find ground so I was treading water with another kid. I knew the kid somehow (unsure how) and was holding her up most of the time in the water. Finally, we went back to the porch, and Mariah Carey was wearing the shirt I had been wearing earlier before I changed into my swimsuit. I think this was brought on because the show I was watching yesterday, she had like 3 wardrobe changes and something had happened to one of her outfits and ended up wearing one of the host's suits. So anyways...I tell her I need my shirt, she gets a little huffy puffy but gives it up. Again, we are all having a good time, and I stick with my friend for most of the night. There's more of a party going on inside, but I don't ever remember going in there. All of a sudden, there is gun fire. Guys are driving by the side of the house, getting out and walking from a distance, shooting toward us on the front porch. We are protected from the front because of the size of the lake, but the one side of the house is where it's coming from. We all lean up against the front porch railing, facing the front of the house, trying to hide behind some of the big posts. The gun fire would stop for a little bit, but then someone else would come on by again and start it up. Somehow I got a hold of two guns. One was a normal gun, something I have held before probably with my dad. The other was bizarre, fictional and a piece kept coming off of it that I had to put on. However, I was scared to use them because if I missed, I didn't want to become a target. The gunfire continued for quite a while. Everyone was scared but didn't know what to do. I looked to the left where the entrance was to the house, and there were police and firemen there, but they could not do anything at that point. At one point, someone had shot Jon Secada in the shoulder and he started bleeding. Mariah Carey rushed to him and said he was dead. I went over, checked his pulse to find out he was and rushed back to my post. I remember being mad at my friend for bringing me to such a party. And the fact that there were kids there just had me insane. I finally start shooting with the gun I knew at the guy that was out in the field now. He stops and laughs that I can't even get near him. One shot did get right by him where he had jumped to the ground, but that was it. I don't know what happened to the other gun, but I didn't use it. At this point, I was really scared as I knew I had just become a target because I couldn't kill the bastard. All of a sudden, these guys come out from the house wearing cowboy hats, in boxer shorts and holding red plastic cups of beer from the keg. They were hootin and hollarin. I'm not sure if this was an attempt to draw attention away from some of the other people on the porch, or if they were just too damn drunk to know what the hell they were doing. The shooting starts again, and one of the guys ends up next to me on my right. We are all there, again waiting for the shooting to seize. I remember saying something to the guy about how scared I was. And the dream sort of stopped right there. But it did continue in another spot. Somehow, we got out of there safe. I'm not sure about how many people were hurt or killed, but I somehow got out safe. So the next day, on the front page of the papers, was that the kid of Scott Stapp (the former lead singer of Creed) was killed. That night, for some odd reason, I felt like I had to go back to that house. I did, and it was totally abandoned. Trash still everywhere from the party, no lights. All of a sudden, I hear music and it's that song by Creed "With Arms Wide Open" (for those of you that do not know this song, it is a song he wrote about the birth of his child). I really get freaked out then and start to leave. I felt this odd feeling like I was being haunted for the death of his child, although I don't know who this child was at the party. I felt like Scott would come after me for the death of his kid. I left in a hurry, freaked out. And then woke up at 10am. Totally freaking bizarre! And this is just everything I can remember. Who knows what parts I may have missed.

Word of the Week #3

(Instructions) troglodyte \TRAHG-luh-dyte\ noun 1 : a member of any of various peoples (as in antiquity) who lived or were reputed to live chiefly in caves *2 : a person characterized by reclusive habits or outmoded or reactionary attitudes Example sentence: Eva regarded her parents as troglodytes because of their dislike for modern music.
Thank you Merriam-Webster Online
(This post will also stay at the top of the page for the rest of the week)

The Answers I'll Never Know

I remember when I was a kid, driving around in my Grandpa's old pick up truck. Our coversations would go something like this:
Grandpa: How many toes do you have? Me: 10 Grandpa: No, guess again. Me: *thinking hard* 8? Grandpa: No, come on, how many toes do you have? Me: *taking off my socks and shoes* 10 Grandpa! Grandpa: No you do not have 10 toes. Me: Grandpa! How many toes do I have? Grandpa: Count them! Me: one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten TEN!! Grandpa: That's not right.
To this day, I still don't know how many toes I have!! My grandma (different side of the family) used to tell me not to leave my orange juice out because all the vitamins would evaporate. When I wanted chocolate milk, she told me that the chocolate destroyed all the vitamins. She would freak out when flies landed anywhere because they threw up on whatever they were on. She also said scratching mosquito and chigger bites were good because it would get rid of the poison. Oh, the things our grandparents do for their own amusement or senility.

I'm Boring

1. What's in your CD player right now? 2. What book is on your coffee table/night stand? 3. What's in your VCR? 4. What's in your DVD?
1. Maroon 5, The Killers, Michael Buble', Shinedown, Shania Twain (I have a 5 disc) 2. My old school books. I'm in the middle of trying to sell them on Amazon. 3. A blank tape recording that Oprah Show about living healthier. Someone saw the post I did on the show and asked me to send her a copy if I had it. 4. Van Wilder and Senseless (well, they are sitting on top of my DVD Player)
Thanks to Caltechgirl for this one.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Tons ‘O Search Results

While checking my Site Meter, if found the following searches. I have a feeling a lot of these people were quite dissapointed!

Great! I see a lawsuit coming because some dumbshit OD's on Baby Asprin to get rid of all their damn wrinkles.

This one just sucked in general! :-)

I would never have thought #2 for this one. Very odd.

Again, why do I see a lawsuit coming? ;-)

I just thought this one was a little bizarre.

Wow! We've only done the Word of the Week for 3 or so weeks and we are #13. Goal is to get this to #1 !! :-) Posted by Hello

Carnival of Recipes

Again, I think if I were to post a recipe, everyone would avoid it like the plague due to my absence of cooking abilities. However, Momma Bou is hosting the Carnival of Recipes this week, so of course I must participate. So I figured I would post a recipe you all would trust more from me and possibly enjoy more.
The Crown of Roses 1 oz. Crown Royal ½ oz. amaretto 1 oz. pineapple juice ¼ oz. cranberry juice 3 dashes Angostura bitters Garnish with a maraschino cherry Fill a cocktail shaker two-thirds full of ice and add all of the ingredients. Shake for approximately 15 seconds. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and add garnish.

Where Did The Day Go Wrong?

Well, other than my mishap Monday, this week while in training has been full of good news, rays of hope, lifted stress, some fun flirting, and exciting things. Such a change for the past couple of months unfortunately. Then this afternoon, all in a few hours, every thing gets shot down back to the way they were Monday. It's like I got a couple of days of escape (almost literally), and then had to return to the battlefield today. I usually try not to get excited about things...especially without enough facts to feel safe in getting excited. However, I let my guard down and I allowed myself to let go, be excited and even get my hopes up a bit. Let me tell you...the trip from excited to....well, no reason to a hard trip. So, I'm going to go relax and recover from this overwrought jetlag!

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

The People That Really Matter!

Today I was actually participating in a training (rather than facilitating) along with other managers. All these managers I have either worked with in the past or trained myself. And a lot of them are very close friends now. I've said before I really dislike my job now. I feel like I got the "Go to Jail" card - can't pass go, can't collect $200. As much as I am scheming a way to get out of the company (since I signed my life away for tuition assistance), I was reminded of a couple of the reasons why I love this position so much. Today, during our class, we were doing the typical introductions, and it came to me. Now, I have been asked several times previously by various managers if/when I would move and that they wished I could stay. Well, I did my introduction, and added that I wasn't moving. I got a huge applause and a lot of the managers chimed in to the facilitator (from an outsourcing company) how important it was that I stay in my territory, what they had gone through with me and what I had done for them. This made me very happy :-) Then, at lunch, a lot of managers were comparing some trainings they recently had. We had to roll out a new sales process to this territory to about 240 employees in 3 days. We did this, but in 4 different cities at the same time. So each trainer went to a different city. This is the first time these managers saw the trainers from this company that acquired us. Boy did I light up when they said how much more they got from my classes and that our previous company had such a better and more effective training department. They went on comparing all the trainers (with the new company)....and I just kept feeling better and better. So yes, I feel a tad guilty for getting pleasure out of being the preferred trainer of the department with this new company by our managers. But you know what, it feels good! It just reminds me where to put my focus. Sometimes it's easier to seek forgiveness than ask permission. I have a feeling I am going to be doing this a bit with this department until they realize how backward they do things.

Early Chocolate Addiction

Obviously, my addiction to chocolate started early! This is my 1st birthday when we were stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC.

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Good News!

I hate to jinx myself, but I can't hold it in any longer!
I found this out last week. I get to stay in Columbia!!
Just thought I would share the good news.

Old Soul

Ok, one last post and I'm off to bed. I was watching the Ellen show that I had taped, while doing a little blogging, and she had Neil Diamond on her show. I'm really going to show how old my soul is by saying this...but I really love some Neil Diamond. I can sing just about every song he's done! I was only allowed to listen to country music until the age of 10. When we weren't listening to country, we were listening to some olf folk, Roger Whitaker (who I also like) or Neil Diamond. So many roadtrips with these guys singing us around the country. What's even more sad...Sis #2's (age 7) favorite CD to listen to on when driving around with my dad is The Royal Guardsman - Snoopy vs the Red Baron. She can sing every word of that CD! All of her friends are singing Britney Spears, Hillary Duff, Backstreet Boys...and my sister is singing the freaking Royal Guardsman! I love it!

Monday, May 09, 2005


Okay, so Blog Mom Bou and Blog Sis VW have a competition to see who will get to their goal weight first. They both have multiple posts smack talking, talking about who has the upper hand and even posting their weights. Posting my weight is where I drew the line. But I will use them as motivation and will post how my days go for support. Well, other than my day from hell, it was a good day health/fitness wise. I spent 30 minutes at Curves and did 100 crunches all before 8am. I went to Curves again after work and did another 30 minutes (my schedule wouldn't allow me to do an hour) and did another 100 crunches. I had planned to spend another 30-60 minutes in the fitness center at my apartment, but my day from hell did not allow that. I could have used a few more calories today as a piece of toast with jelly and my fruit was surely not enough. However, I refuse to eat right before bed. I'll make time tomorrow. I'd like to go to the fitness center in the morning before my class, but I fear with me getting to bed late, the chance that my truck won't start and having to drive 30 minutes to my class that starts at 8am, it might not be likely. It may have to wait until after work :-( VW is at her mom's this week with all those fried foods. But she says she's ready! Keep it going girls!

Only Me!

Sit down with a beer for this're going to need it! The end of this is the kicker! I got up early this morning, grabbed my piece of toast, and went to Curves for 30 minutes. Went to work and was just slammed. I've been out of the office for the past 2 weeks for training and will be out of the office all this week and next for training, so today was my only day to get things accomplished. I was slammed with phone calls from managers freaking out that they couldn't figure how to sign their employees up for training. Literally 10 phone calls, and they are pissed! What sucks even more, I barely know since the merger, so I wasn't much help! I ended up putting together a power point presentation to walk them through step by step on how to do this. Of course with no help from the jerks in Kill Me, TX. I also had other stuff to get done that didn't get accomplished. Stuff that is on a deadline for June, stuff that I am not getting any help on, but people are waiting for me to send out stuff. I'm on a damn 7 hour conference call (yes, no exaggeration, 7 hours) and am trying to get stuff done while half listening to this call. I don't have time to go to lunch, so I ask her to order me a sandwich from down the street (they deliver). I pick out my sandwich, and email her my order with no mayo, no mustard and no dressing (I don't eat condiments, yuck!). After about 45 minutes (this place is a mile away), they deliver our sandwiches. It's now about 1pm and I'm ready to chew my arm off. The receptionist brings it up to my office, I open it, and there is mayo and dressing on it. Eck, I almost ralphed right on my desk. The receptionist takes it and call them to have them make another one. She tells them again, no mayo, no mustard, no dressing. It's now about 1:45 and they bring the new one, takes the old on and leaves. She brings it up to me again, I check it, and it's drenched in dressing! Eck!!! I told her to call them and just have them credit my credit card back. When she does, they ask, "What do you mean dressing?" The freaking menu says the sandwich comes with Italian Dressing. So, I end up sneaking out of my conference call for 20 minutes to run up to the grocery store to get something for lunch. I grabbed a bowl of watermelon, went to get in my truck, and it won't start! You've got to be fucking kidding me!! No, this can't happen. I have no time for this to happen. My lights are coming on, my dashboard lights are all working, even my stereo works, it just won't start. No clicking, no trying to turn over - A BIG FAT NOTHING!! After about 5 attempts, it starts. through that one. I get back to the office, jump back on the call, start working on the training I'm developing, and eating my watermelon. Around 6:00, I had to get out of their quick so I could get to the gym, but I still wasn't done. And I hate working over 8 hours for these fools as they haven't done one damn thing for me. So I figured I would get some of it done at home after going to the Curves. My truck starts fine (thank you!), I get to Curves, do my 30 minutes and go home. I still have shit to do though. I have something that HAS to be shipped UPS today, I really wanted a pedicure before my training this week cause my feet were looking like the Flinstone's, I had emails that still needed to be sent out for next week's training, emails to delegate parts of this project too, and some other little stuff. Not to mention my house is a pig sty and I really wanted to get it cleaned tonight as some friends that are in town for training invited themselves over for this week!! So, I gather the stuff I need for UPS, and they are closed...I missed them by 15 minutes. So I go down the street to a nail place to get my pedicure. After the day I've had, I need it. I actually have a great pedicure, which is very surprising because I NEVER get a good one at a non-spa place (ok, I was being polite, but ladies you know what I'm talking about). She was detailed, asked if I liked it, fixed what I didn't like, she just did an excellent job! The place closes at 8:00 and I'm out of there at 8:10. I get in my truck, and it won't start! Damn, this is so embarrassing. Let me remind you, I have a 2001 Ford Explorer. Only 70,000 miles and I keep it up on it's maintenance (thanks Dad!). The people from the nail place were leaving, and I wait for them to leave before I try starting it's just so embarrassing (I can get a pedicure but have a ghetto car). I continue to attempt to start it, hoping it'll do what it did earlier today. No luck. I call my mom and we try and talk through it (she knows a little bit about cars - family of mechanics). I put the thing in neutral, let it roll back into another part of the parking lot and try to start luck. We get my uncle on 3-way and we are trying to talk through it. He tells me to try to disconnect the battery and reconnect it to reset it...I could not get that sucker off...not with pliers not with a monkey wrench. Meanwhile, people are driving around, staring...but no one stopping. I don't want anyone to stop but I'm disappointed that no one has offered. Hell, I've even pulled over to help a woman change a flat tire, help jump a battery, etc. But no, not here! Meanwhile I'm freaking out! I can't NOT have a car this week...I have training all week. This is just not a good week for crisis. Everytime someone kind of shady drives by, I close my hood, jump in my truck, and lock the doors. Now, let's see if you can get a feeling for the shopping center I am in. It has a Big Lots, Dollar General, Cash Advance, Mim's Discount Jewlery, H&R Block and a Pet Store. Not the best of areas. In fact, I'm a little scared at this point. I don't know anyone here in Columbia so I couldn't call anyone to come get me. Then I remember my friends that are in town for the training, try and call them, and can't get a hold of any of them. It's now dark and I'm getting more scared. I open my hood again, looking to see if I can see anything apparently wrong and this old, dirty, freaky guy drives by in a small purple, ghetto ford focus, drives up real close, sticks his head out the window, drives real slow and just stares! I immediately slam my hood, jump in my truck, lock the doors and call my mom. While my mom and I are talking about what I should do, a cop drives by infront of me slowly, I start to flash my lights so he would stop and maybe help me or stay with me, and he keeps driving. I was feeling oh so safe! I finally, at about 9:00 end up calling the Roadside Assistance. They first ask me if I'm in a safe location. I reply, "Well, I am in a parking lot, but it's not the best of parking lots. The stores are closed, it's dark, and people keep driving by for no apparent reason". She replies with, "Well, do you need a police officer". I told her that one passed by and didn't stop, even after flashing my lights. She left it at that. She got all my info, and told me I would get a call in just a few minutes from an automated system to tell me how long. I get the call, 55 full fucking minutes! I do not live in a big city. I can't comprehend how the nearest tow truck is 55 minutes away. So, I try to entertain myself by talking to my mom, I called my dad to let him know what was going on, and continued to talk to my mom. I know she was trying to make the time go by faster by talking about her day/week, but it's not helping. Anything she says cannot be worse than what I was going through in that moment (at least in my eyes). So, as I'm waiting, pimped out cars drive by, an old beat up pick up truck drives by slowly, flashing his lights. I am eaten up by mosquito bites from being outside. It's 90 degrees and humid! AND...I'm in flip flops, PT shorts, a sports bra and a tank top. Oh so attractive! This whole time, I keep trying to start my truck, just in case it decides to be nice! I'm getting spooked by now. I'm starving, sweaty, tired and pissed...let alone slightly scared of the next car driving by. 9:55 rolls around, and still no tow truck. I'm doing everything I can to not break down in tears. I have to stay in control!! I get a call from the automated system from my Roadside Assistance, asking if my service has arrived yet. Press 1 for yes and 2 for now. I laid down on that 2! They put someone on the line, he again asks me if I'm safe, and I tell him I am getting a little more concerned and explain my surroundings. He calls the tow truck and has the tow truck call me. The guy calls me, and says he's in the shopping center next to Rush's (a burger joint) and can't see me. I let him know he is about 4 miles down the road from where I am. 10:30 rolls around and he shows up. I was so very thankful to see a woman in the car with him. That made me feel a little safer. When he crawls out of his truck, he says, "Man, my stomach hurts" I ask him politely what's wrong and he replies he just had a big meal and that's where he was when the lady called. WHAT!!! Did you stay and finish your freaking meal while I was alone, in the middle of a dark parking lot surrounded my freaks? He starts to hook up jumper cables to my battery although I am telling him that's not it (as I explain the symptoms) But remember, I don't have a dick. He clamps the jumper cables to my battery, and I'm not quite comfortable with the way he's holding the other end. He's not separating them and it looks like they may touch. Finally, as he's walking over to his truck, I see a spark! Shit...he's going to blow up my truck! So, he tries jumping it...guess what? It didn't work!!! So now, he listens to me and I tell him the symptoms. He says he bets it's the alternator and that he wishes he had a flashlight to look for it. You are telling me you drive a damn tow truck and don't have a flashlight???? WTF?? He ends up turning his truck around to shine the lights at my truck. At this point, I am a mosquito buffet! I would kill for pants and a long sleeve shirt right now! He looks around under the hood, crawls on the ground to find the alternator. He goes back to his truck, grabs a big chain with a hook at the end and taps at something underneath the truck (behind my driver's side front tire), tells me to start it.......******AND IT STARTS*******! I must have lost 50lbs of stress at that moment! I thank him profusely and hurry to get in my truck. I call mom to let her know I'm ok. I call my uncle to tell him what was wrong, and he says it wasn't the alternator, but the starter. He said knocking on the alternator doesn't make sense, but with the starter it does. He tells me I'll be spending about $200 to get it fixed. Eh, I can handle it, but it does suck! I don't care...I just want to get home. It's now 10:45. I spent 2 1/2 hours in a dark, scary parking lot by myself. I really need to go to bed before anything else happens. I still haven't eaten dinner, I'm still in my gym clothes, I didn't get any of the work done I needed to, I'm itching like crazy from bites....but screw it...I'm going to bed! I'm safe. Plus I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn. Everyone cross your fingers that my truck starts in the least to get me to a repair shop!

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Happy Blogmothers Day!!

Our Blogmom You've given us so very much you inspire in so many ways Commenting words of comfort and in caring words of praise In taking time to read awhile, and trying to understand The crazy shit we write about, and helping when you can Although you left us in the Blog Ghetto, and make us write about poo You're still our blogmother dearly treasured all year through.
- VW, Sissy, and Contagion

Linky Lovin' II

Sylph was the Word of the Week for Week #2. Bou, being the supportive blogmother she is, started Week #2 off with a bang by announcing Sissy's Word of the Week. She then followed by saying that her dreams of being sylph-like were not to be. I don't know what's she's smokin'! Bou's such an over achiever that she uses it again when she says she has made peace with the fact that she's not shaped like a 19 year old sylph (an AWTM coined phrase that I'm sure is now in the BEF dictionary). My favorite Blog Bruncle doesn't understand how his wife can eat this awesome dessert in a dessert in a dessert and still keep her sylph-like appearance. Bou also got a new participant on board, David of third world country. He did a little blues diddy about the Anti-Sylph. Amy gives you a Weight Watchers Recipe to help become or stay a sylph. Andrew of Custos Honor describes how he dated a co-worker that wasn't a sylph but a banshee. ArmyWifeToddlerMom writes about how during pilates, she stood behind a very sylph 19 year old and that she wanted to beat her 19 year old sylph ass. Sarah the Penguin shows off her skill in a poem of sylphs and MILFs. Blogsis VW is competing with Bou to see who can reach their weight goal first, but doesn't want to be a sylph woman becasue they look anemic. I feel like I'm missing some people. I try and write sites down as I see the word used, but I often do that, "Oh, I'll remember they used it" and we all know how that goes. So....If I missed anyone's use of the word, let me know and I'll add ya in the Linky Lovin'. The more the merrier!

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Please Don't Call

Today was a long and emotional day. About 10:30 tonight, I realized I hadn't eaten, didn't really want to cook and thought it be good to be around people, so I decided to drive across the street to Applebee's and get something. They sat me at a booth. It's weird enough eating alone, let alone sitting in a huge booth by yourself! I was reading the menu when a guy came over that had been sitting at the bar, and asked if he could join me. First impression, not too bad. He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt and a ball cap, about 6 feet tall, brown eyes and a welcoming smile. He sat down and we started talking. He's 28, in the Navy stationed here in Columbia. (I guess the military radar was turned on and I didn't even know!). The beginning of the conversation was normal. How old are you? Where are you from? What do you do? Are you single? What are you into? etc! Then it got odd! The guy started talking A LOT!. I felt like a bobble head as much as I was nodding and smiling. I just go with it, realizing he may be nervous. Finally he says to let him know if he talks too much. And that he went on a blind date once and she later told him he needed therapy because he talked so much. I laughed, told him it was fine, and he continued! He was talking a lot, but I figured I could do my psycho scan even faster if he was going through his whole life story. He tells me that he was married after dating a girl for 3 months. The marriage only lasted 9 months. I figured, no biggy...young, in the military...tons of guys make that mistake. But when he called her his "first wife", I tried my best to hide the expression from my face. I guess the divorce took forever, he dated around, met someone, and married another girl only a month or so after his first divorce. This was wife #2. This woman had a daughter that he grew very attached to. This marriage lasted 3 1/2 years and she left him while he was deployed overseas. Took all his stuff, took the money out of the bank account, etc. He said that he's still paying for what happened and that his shit was repossessed. He now owns a house and is going to get furniture from a friend of his mother's tomorrow. He dives into detail about his 2nd wife, how he didn't want to know the details of why she left. He didn't want to know if she cheated although that's whatever one said. And he got into the step-daughter. How she wouldn't make time for him to see her and only gave him 4 wallet size photos of her. He scared the shit out of me when he said he thought of his daughter everytime he got in the shower. I was like WTF?!? But then he explained that he has her name tattooed on him. He started talking about his attempts on seeing her, and how he wishes when she turns 18 that she will look for him and how he'll do anything for her. And he starts to cry. What the hell am I supposed to do???? I was not in the mentality, position or frame of mind to comfort him. Then, all of a sudden, he says, "You know I thought of 2 things when you walked in the door tonight. What it would be like to be with you, do date you and get to know you, and what your head would look like on a stick!" Immediately, I start looking for my nearest exit and plan my escape route. He then laughs and says it's a quote from a movie, American Psycho. He quotes the movie over and over, laughing and describing the movie in detail, despite the fact that I have said previously that I can't watch gory movies. Then he starts quoting other movies, such as Spaceballs. However, throughout all of our conversation, he keeps repeating "Oh my Gawd". No, I'm not just spelling it that way, that is actually how he says it the whole night! I've left out a lot of the detail. The stories he went on and on about. I truly know everything from his high school graduation until now. I know that he went to boot camp the morning after the night he graduated. I know that he always has a girl best friend. I know that in high school, as a senior, he dated a freshman. I know that he wrecked his bike driving it 2000 miles to Vegas. And that one of his girl best friends had to help him financially get to Vegas, pick up his bike and drive it back to Mississippi. Luckily, Applebee's closes at 12:00am. It's 12:15 and I'm just waiting for someone to kick us out. However, there are still others in the restaurant. Damn! Finally, he says, "I can read your mind". Obviously not or he would have shut the hell up a long time ago. But I allow him to continue and he says, "You're ready to get out of here". I made a joke of how it was past my bed time, and we get up to leave. I tried to say goodbye to him at the door of Applebee's, but he insisted on walking me to my truck. Aw damn! So I hold my key in the stab position, ready to poke his eyes out if need be. I open my truck door and put it between us. He asks for my number and I give it to him....but with the wrong area code and inverted numbers. Oops. Ya know, I've just moved so much, I can never remember what area code I live in! Holy shit! Not that my day wasn't long enough, but the past hour and a half was longer than my day! The good news is that I've obviously learned something...'cause in the past, I probably would have given this guy a chance. His neon signs were just too damn bright! Maybe I should have given him this number #770-908-7383 as my phone number.