I'm just sitting here hangin' out wit' my homies...(Do they still say that? I'm sooooo out of touch). Monster Puppy is over on the bed keeping an eye on the shadows. She has to do this or else they might move and come after her, you know. Right now they're staying pretty still, but she won't be fooled. Kitty of Doom is making sure that Mafia Wife's chest (for storing things you pervs) doesn't levitate out of the room. Always a danger. Without these two, I think this house would be overtaken by floating chests and shadow people.
I've got a second interview tomorrow, so hopefully that will go well and I can become a productive member of society once again. Plus it'd be nice to see a few "pluses" in the bank account instead of the "minuses". I know, I'm greedy. That's pretty much all that's going on for me. I don't lead a very exciting life. But my back hurts and I could use a massage. Do you think I can train Kitty of Doom to do this?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
For the Mom's out there
I've got nothing real exciting to report, but a friend of mine sent this to me via email and I thought I'd share with you all. Have a good chuckle!
Why God Made Moms
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger
parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice
in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use
string, I think.
Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty
bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get
drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES
to chores?
Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a
goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the
bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between Moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but Moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of
plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get
rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who
did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
Why God Made Moms
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger
parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice
in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use
string, I think.
Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty
bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get
drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES
to chores?
Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a
goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the
bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between Moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but Moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of
plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get
rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who
did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I feel a little weird today...
So, I thought I'd share this lovely video that I saw on Cute Overload. Gotta love them over there for there pursuit of all things cute and funny. The perfect antidote to a crappy day or a blah kind of day. Enjoy!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Moving's Finished!
Yay! The moving part is pretty much done. At least, all that is absolutely necessary is all moved. I still have some boxes that have been packed since I moved to North Carolina like 4 years ago, but I think I can live without that stuff for a while. When I got here, Mafia Wife had the upstairs all tidied up for me, and Bobby had printed off some poster sized pictures and tacked them up to the wall for me so that I felt more comfy. Well, that and so I can now tell everyone that I get to sleep under Criss Angel every night. :) Now if only I knew some magic of my own to make those pictures come alive! We've got everything pretty much arranged to be functional, but I don't think that my furniture will win any awards. The Kitty of Doom has had some "Soft Claws" installed on his front paws so that he can't destroy or wound too much while he's making the adjustment from a quiet apartment to a busy household. He's getting braver every day and I imagine he'll be ready to seriously face the dogs in a decade or two. It's funny, he's most interested in the one dog that doesn't like cats. Figures. Mainly it's because she really doesn't acknowledge him or pay him any attention. The other two really want to check him out. One wants to snuggle him and the other one is just curious. Monster Puppy is still an enigma to KoD; she's so exhuberant and he's just not sure what to make of it. I do believe that he's figured out that they don't want to eat him. Which, of course, is a plus. Well, that's all for now!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Moving Day
Yep, don't have much time to do anything today. It seems that I've got a million things to do, even though I know I've been doing things for quite some time in preparation for this. Ugh, what a day! A few errands to run, a load of laundry to do, and some packing up to finish up. Hopefully, there's enough hours in the day to do it. I had to take a break from shoving stuff in boxes though. It really got to be too much for me. Here I thought I'd be able to finally unpack soon. You know, packing up my stuff for a move into a house of my own. Well, that's not going to happen. And I feel like my relationship is ending, even though Tim doesn't think so. He's got all these plans to come visit; we'll see if any actually pan out though. I have this gut feeling that as soon as his kids find out that I'm officially gone, he'll be getting a lot more phone calls to go do stuff. And a lot more calls from JoAnn asking him to come over to the house to do some stupid thing or another "because the kids need him." I don't begrudge him time with his kids, but I also know how the ex tends to abuse him in this. And to some extent, it seems like his kids do it too. That's my opinion though, and I try to keep that to myself. Ugh, I need to get in gear and get this shit finished. What a mixed up, confusing kind of day. All in all, I feel like a completely useless POS. Enough about that though. Gotta make the best of it and get things straightened out in my life and head before anything else can work out. So, I'm off! Hope to be able to write again soon!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
A Day Late
Yesterday, I had an interview over at WalMart for a CSS position. It seemed to go pretty well, and I had a second interview on the spot. I should find out more sometime near the end of this week, beginning of next. Fingers crossed.
And of course, yesterday was September 11th. A terrifying day in our nation's history, and in the world's. I remember hearing the news when I first got to work that day and someone ran and got a television immediately so we could find out what was going on. I remember watching the news coverage and seeing the second plane slam into the other tower. I remember frantically calling and emailing my sister because I knew that her sister-in-law, Michelle, and Michelle's husband Steve, were flight attendants who normally flew out of Boston. Michelle and Steve are my niece's godparents. I have only met them a handful of times, but they are wonderful people. I was terrified that that was their flights. And it was. Our family was incredibly lucky that day because Michelle and Steve had decided to take a little vacation and were not on the plane that day. Unfortunately, many of their friends, co-workers, acquaintances, were. I remember the plane slamming into the Pentagon. I remember all of the rescue operations and stories from the streets. I remember the frantic search for the other missing plane, only to find it crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. I remember hearing the wife of one of the men on that plane tell the reporters about how her husband called her and told her that they were going to try to take back the plane from the hijackers, and that if he didn't come home, to tell their kids how much he loved them. I remember our entire office in tears, or standing there in stunned silence watching the events unfold. I have so many memories of this day. The terror, the grief, the pride in our police, firefighters, paramedics, etc. I wish I had the words to thank those people for all that they did, and continue to do every day. I wish I had the words to comfort the grieving families and loved ones. But I don't. All that I have are my memories, and the lessons that I learned that day.
And of course, yesterday was September 11th. A terrifying day in our nation's history, and in the world's. I remember hearing the news when I first got to work that day and someone ran and got a television immediately so we could find out what was going on. I remember watching the news coverage and seeing the second plane slam into the other tower. I remember frantically calling and emailing my sister because I knew that her sister-in-law, Michelle, and Michelle's husband Steve, were flight attendants who normally flew out of Boston. Michelle and Steve are my niece's godparents. I have only met them a handful of times, but they are wonderful people. I was terrified that that was their flights. And it was. Our family was incredibly lucky that day because Michelle and Steve had decided to take a little vacation and were not on the plane that day. Unfortunately, many of their friends, co-workers, acquaintances, were. I remember the plane slamming into the Pentagon. I remember all of the rescue operations and stories from the streets. I remember the frantic search for the other missing plane, only to find it crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. I remember hearing the wife of one of the men on that plane tell the reporters about how her husband called her and told her that they were going to try to take back the plane from the hijackers, and that if he didn't come home, to tell their kids how much he loved them. I remember our entire office in tears, or standing there in stunned silence watching the events unfold. I have so many memories of this day. The terror, the grief, the pride in our police, firefighters, paramedics, etc. I wish I had the words to thank those people for all that they did, and continue to do every day. I wish I had the words to comfort the grieving families and loved ones. But I don't. All that I have are my memories, and the lessons that I learned that day.
Monday, September 10, 2007
"Murphy" is a bastard
Yep, him and his stupid laws. And I can think of a few choice places where he can stuff 'em too. Oy vey.
Here's the latest round of my life always succumbing to these stupid laws. I got a call for an interview, for tomorrow morning. Yep, from an app that I sent in two months ago. Sonuvabitch! And what do you bet that I bloody well nail this interview too? You know it's gonna happen because I'm supposed to be moving this coming weekend. Oh well, if I get the job then at least I won't have to spend a bunch of time job hunting. Of course, I'll have a lovely hour drive to work, but who knows, maybe something can be worked out there as well. That's assuming that I'll get the job. Heck, I'm not even sure what kind of position I'm interviewing for since I applied for like five with this company!
And the frustration continues. I'm telling ya, I'm really getting tired of packing and unpacking things. I still have things packed from when I moved to North Carolina, which was about 4 years ago. On the up side, it'll be like Christmas when I finally get a chance to open up those boxes! But, I was going to talk about my latest irritating frustration. It seems that my idiot boyfriend didn't bother to move the boxes that I had packed up, like he said he would. Oh yeah, so surprised. That in and of itself is no big deal, but since someone went through the boxes that I packed while I was gone this weekend, I'm more than a little peeved. Now I get to rearrange them all over. You know, when I pack a box, there is actually a method to my madness. It may not seem that way to someone else, but when I put certain items into certain boxes, I really do have a reason for doing it that way. So now I get to waste time doing it all over again. And if I happen to find anything missing, I'm going to go ballistic! I really don't think that I will, but if I do...
Here's the latest round of my life always succumbing to these stupid laws. I got a call for an interview, for tomorrow morning. Yep, from an app that I sent in two months ago. Sonuvabitch! And what do you bet that I bloody well nail this interview too? You know it's gonna happen because I'm supposed to be moving this coming weekend. Oh well, if I get the job then at least I won't have to spend a bunch of time job hunting. Of course, I'll have a lovely hour drive to work, but who knows, maybe something can be worked out there as well. That's assuming that I'll get the job. Heck, I'm not even sure what kind of position I'm interviewing for since I applied for like five with this company!
And the frustration continues. I'm telling ya, I'm really getting tired of packing and unpacking things. I still have things packed from when I moved to North Carolina, which was about 4 years ago. On the up side, it'll be like Christmas when I finally get a chance to open up those boxes! But, I was going to talk about my latest irritating frustration. It seems that my idiot boyfriend didn't bother to move the boxes that I had packed up, like he said he would. Oh yeah, so surprised. That in and of itself is no big deal, but since someone went through the boxes that I packed while I was gone this weekend, I'm more than a little peeved. Now I get to rearrange them all over. You know, when I pack a box, there is actually a method to my madness. It may not seem that way to someone else, but when I put certain items into certain boxes, I really do have a reason for doing it that way. So now I get to waste time doing it all over again. And if I happen to find anything missing, I'm going to go ballistic! I really don't think that I will, but if I do...
Monday, September 03, 2007
Happy Labor Day!
To all of you that work out there, I hope you had the day off and get to enjoy some time with friends and family.
As for me, I still feel pretty crappy. Even though I knew that my little test would be negative, there was some small part of me that was hoping that it would be positive. I admit it, all that I've ever wanted was to have a family. To be a mom. I have no illusions that I'd be "the world's best mom" or anything like that, but I know that I would have tried. This latest disappointment feels like that hope, that dream, has finally flew right out the window. What do you do when your fondest dream slips right out from under you? I'm still trying to figure that out. I've spent most of the weekend bawling my eyes out, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I'm thinking I've got to find something else to take the place of my biggest hope. I just wish that I could curl up and die, to be honest. I know, that wouldn't solve anything. But I just can't seem to get a grip on this. It's like all of my hope is completely gone now. Everything seems a little duller, colors, light, everything. Okay, not everything. There seems to be this big gaping hole where my heart used to be. I wonder, can a person live without a heart? I think I'm the Tin Man all over again. Rusty joints and all! Even my lame attempts at humor are falling short. I guess I need to search for a silver lining in this dark cloud. I'm not really good at finding those. Let's see, what could be good about this? Well, I won't have to worry about the crappy school systems. Or paying for college. And if I want to travel (yeah, like I could ever afford that!), I can. Um, yeah. Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better. No dirty diapers or 2 a.m. feedings. Not that that would have mattered because I'm usually waking up about that time any way. Oh yeah, no stepping on Legos or Hot Wheels at 4 in the morning. That's gotta be a perk, right? I think I'm a mom without a child. If I were Catholic, I think I'd be looking into a nunnery right about now. Though I probably wouldn't be accepted because no matter how hard I try, I've been cussing God out big time this weekend. Well, I'm going to keep digging for that silver lining. Until then, I think I'm going to go bury my face in kitty fur and force the Kitty of Doom into some snuggles.
As for me, I still feel pretty crappy. Even though I knew that my little test would be negative, there was some small part of me that was hoping that it would be positive. I admit it, all that I've ever wanted was to have a family. To be a mom. I have no illusions that I'd be "the world's best mom" or anything like that, but I know that I would have tried. This latest disappointment feels like that hope, that dream, has finally flew right out the window. What do you do when your fondest dream slips right out from under you? I'm still trying to figure that out. I've spent most of the weekend bawling my eyes out, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I'm thinking I've got to find something else to take the place of my biggest hope. I just wish that I could curl up and die, to be honest. I know, that wouldn't solve anything. But I just can't seem to get a grip on this. It's like all of my hope is completely gone now. Everything seems a little duller, colors, light, everything. Okay, not everything. There seems to be this big gaping hole where my heart used to be. I wonder, can a person live without a heart? I think I'm the Tin Man all over again. Rusty joints and all! Even my lame attempts at humor are falling short. I guess I need to search for a silver lining in this dark cloud. I'm not really good at finding those. Let's see, what could be good about this? Well, I won't have to worry about the crappy school systems. Or paying for college. And if I want to travel (yeah, like I could ever afford that!), I can. Um, yeah. Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better. No dirty diapers or 2 a.m. feedings. Not that that would have mattered because I'm usually waking up about that time any way. Oh yeah, no stepping on Legos or Hot Wheels at 4 in the morning. That's gotta be a perk, right? I think I'm a mom without a child. If I were Catholic, I think I'd be looking into a nunnery right about now. Though I probably wouldn't be accepted because no matter how hard I try, I've been cussing God out big time this weekend. Well, I'm going to keep digging for that silver lining. Until then, I think I'm going to go bury my face in kitty fur and force the Kitty of Doom into some snuggles.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
That would be a negative
So, I took my little test. Got up first thing this morning and peed on the stick and waited a couple minutes to see if it would turn blue. It didn't. So, it's a great big negative that I'm preggers, and Tim can breathe a huge sigh of relief since he didn't seem overly thrilled by the prospect any way. I guess I'd better figure out what's going on. Gah, I can't afford this right now! Okay, I'm feeling pretty yucky and hopeless at the moment, so I'm gonna cut this short. This isn't the week that I get a miracle. =(
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