Yawn!!

I am at work right now having a hard time trying to stay awake. I slept a good 7 hours of hard sleep last night. Didn’t even wake up once. That is very rare for me. I usually wake up at least once per night to look at the clock.
The alarm went off this morning and I was more tired than when I went to bed. So I got up and got ready. Didn’t have enough time to do my makeup so I tossed it all in my purse and came to work.
I finally got my makeup done and have been sitting here exhausted and freezing cold. I sit by the windows. It is quite chilly outside today and I can feel the cold through the windows. This is going to be a LONG winter….sigh.
I took a cat nap on my first break. I think that I actually dozed off for a bit. Now my back hurts from slumping down in my seat so that I could rest my head. I need to get a travel pillow to keep at work.
We aren’t getting any business calls today so there is a LOT of down time. But I am stuck at my desk because I have to wear a headset. And my phone doesn’t ring. It beeps in my headset. I call my headset my tether. I doubt we will ever get wireless ones.
I am looking forward to the day being over so that I can go home and take a nap. I don’t have any plans tonight and D will be at his dad’s.
I have to mow my lawn tomorrow for the last one of the season. I am getting some winterizing weed and feed so that my grass doesn’t look like such a weed patch next year. I hate yard work. If I had thought about the yard work and snow shoveling I don’t think that I would ever have bought a house.
Anyone wanna hang out this weekend? I have a feeling I am going to be pretty bored.

It's All About What I Want

I just did something that I hate doing. It happens least once a year and I always have to do it but I always end up feeling greedy or selfish.
I had to write out a birthday wish list for my friends.
I have some awesome friends and we always try and make a big deal out of each others birthdays and celebrate them together.
There are a few reasons why we make such a big deal out of it. Since my family all live out of state I can’t go home to celebrate. Funny Girls family lives a couple hours away and they usually do dinner but it isn’t a big thing. Sweet Morsel’s family regularly forgets her birthday even though she lives 10 minutes away and they usually call her later in the week to apologize. All of those are really only excuses. We love to celebrate just about anything.
I will be 33 next month so after two weeks of being harassed by my friends I wrote out my list. I thought that I would share it with the entire blogosphere just in case you wanted to celebrate my birthday too and buy me something. (Just kidding about the buying me something part)
I like to give a variety of things in various price ranges so that no one feels obligated to beggar themselves.
Here is my birthday wish list:

Body Shop Satsuma body wash
Body Shop body butter (a fruity scent like coconut, pineapple, grapefruit or something like brown sugar)
TIGI Bedhead shampoo and conditioner (Self Absorbed is the kind that I use)
Bathroom Shelf Rack (the thing that makes shelving space above the toilet) with doors.
Towels (bath sheets, towels, hand and washcloths)
New cute shower curtain and bath mats for main bathroom. (not clear)
Beauticontrol brown sugar cologne
silicone baking dishes
new board game (for game night)

More Pricey Stuff

Flat screen computer monitor (at least 17 inch)
DVD burner for PC
DVR
new coffee & side tables for living room
book of oil changes
coupon for getting carpet cleaned
coupon for maid service

This list was off the top of my head. I always have a list of stuff that I need since I rarely buy household stuff unless I absolutely have to have it.
I know that no matter what I get (unless it is gift wrapped dog poop or something) I will have a great time just because I get to share the day with my friends.

Hump Day Hottie

Born on May 9, 1955 you were destined for greatness from the moment you were conceived. At the age of 5 you made your TV debut on WCR-TV’s Sam & Friends.
After this inauspicious moment you had you big break in 1969 as a frequent guest star on Sesame Street often as a news reporter. During one guest appearance you debuted your first musical hit.
You eventually got your own hit show playing a long suffering stage manager of a fictitious theater show struggling to produce a quality program for a sparse and disaffected audience. You were always my favorite character on the show.
You are the object of affection for women who aren’t even in the same genome class but you handle it with grace and humor.
You are the king of guest appearances that include American Idol, Hollywood Squares, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire & Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show
You have guest hosted as Co-Anchor of ABC News, The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, Larry King Live, Extreme Home Makeover and many more.
In 2005 you received the honor of having your own series of US Postal Stamps.

A few other notable facts about you:
Referred as his “adopted son” by Charlie Gibson formerly of Good Morning America.
Awarded an Honorary Doctorate of Amphibious Letters by Southampton College.
Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Nominated for an academy award for your song “The Rainbow Connection”.
Current spokesfrog for Ford, Pizza Hut, UPS.





Kermit The Frog ~ You are this weeks Hump Day Hottie

I Feel Like A Moldy Lemon - Old & Bitter

I am sitting here at my desk trying to think about something to blog about. My life is so blah. Stuck in a rut. People whom I haven't seen for a while ask me how things are going and my response is always the same "Same ole, same ole".
WTF??? When did life become so freakin' predictable? I get up every morning and get ready for work. 80% of the time my hair is up because it isn't worth the time and effort to wear it down.
There isn't really anyone to impress anyway. It isn't like my clients actually see me. I sit in a fucking cubicle that is about 6x6 (that is smaller than a jail cell people) and talk on the phone all day long. Have I mentioned lately that I have been at the same job for so long I could do it in my sleep?
When I start to dream about work then it is definitely time to get the hell out of Dodge.
I got one of those cutesy emails today. Something along the lines of "respond to me with one word that you think describes me and then send this to your friends to see what responses you will get". So I bite. Don't have anything better to do anyway. I send the email to my friend who sent it to me and then sent it BCC to all of my friends.
Holy shit. About 70% are co-workers. When did that happen? When did work become my social life? No wonder I can't find a date. All the men that I work with are either married, WAY too young or losers. There are a few notable exceptions but I always end up being "the friend".
The friend???? WTF?? What happened to the girl that used to play men left and right? Oh... I know. I had a kid.
If you want something that will put a crimp in your social life like no other - have a kid.
Don't get me wrong. I love D to the depths of my soul and wouldn't wish for a moment that I didn't have him. But shortfry has seriously diminished the number of guys that would have considered me dateable. I am now a "package deal".
What is it about kids that scares men off like a bat shit ice cream cone? I know that there is some cro-magnon thing about not wanting to raise another mans child or some shit like that but to me that is a cop-out. Look how many blended families there are.
Why is it that the only men that say that they would date me are all gay? If I hear "Girl, if I was straight I would totally date you" one more time I might just rip off their unused testicles and shove them down their throat. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my gay friends, but that shit sure isn't conducive to finding a straight man. I go to a dinner party and they are all fruity as flies. More estrogen flying around than I had when I was 9 months pregnant.
I have decided that 80% of men are cowards. They are like anonymous commenters. All they want to do is hit and run. They want the rewards but none of the work. What happened to the men that want to in a realtionship? Oh yeah, by my age they are married which takes them totally off my radar.
Being almost 33 and a single mom really sucks. I am starting hit what would be termed middle age and seriously people when you say that 40 is the new 30? Doesn't make me feel ANY better. God I hate this shit!

The Circle Of Life

When I was growing up I loved September. It was the nicest month of the entire year. Blue skies most days with high temperatures in the 70’s to the low 80’s but with mornings that were turning crisp. Anyone who has ever lived in Western Washington knows how rare that is.
I could sense the change in the weather. It was a good change. The leaves on the deciduous trees were just starting to turn orange, red and brown. School was starting again it was time to have fun at the Puyallup Fair eating onion burgers and scones.

Now that I live in Michigan I still love September but it is no longer my favorite month. The color palette of the trees are intense and sometimes so brilliant you feel that you have to shield your eyes. On the negative side September comes the realization that winter will be here soon. I will be shoveling my driveway and scraping off my car every morning.

The temperature fluctuates wildly. One day it will be 55 and the next it will be in the upper 70’s. There are random downpours and you can never leave your windows open on a warm day. Chances are you might come home to a sopping wet floor.

Since moving to Michigan my season has changed from fall to spring and May is my favorite month of the year. After living in bitter cold and snow for 4-5 months it is amazing to see the rebirth of the earth. Trees and flowers blooming with riotous color. Grass that is turning from dead brown to vibrant green.


The smell of newly mown grass is my favorite spring scent. It smells of growth and new beginnings. It reminds me that no matter how cold and lifeless things may seem at any point in my life that life goes on. A new cycle begins. Death and renewal are a part of everyone’s life. I celebrate the renewal of the earth and in turn, celebrate the renewal of life.
The theme song from “The Lion King” is stuck in my head. Grrrrr

What Would You Do?

Imagine a day when you could get away with anything. Literally anything. No police, jail, prosecution, death, taxes, getting fired etc.
If you had no laws or restrictions to live by for one day. What would you do?
Would you rob a bank? Beat up someone? Speed like a bat out of hell? Tell people what you really think of them? Kill someone?
Would you cheat on your spouse or significant other? Trip old ladies at the grocery store? Burn your house down for the insurance money?
It has to be within your ability. You can't fly around like Superman or hack into the FBI database if you don't have the skill.

I know what I would fantasize about but I want to hear what you would do.

Hump Day Hottie

Whenever I think of you it isn’t because of your money or your fame. You are incredibly talented and are an amazing performer.
It could be that you were inspired to humanitarian work by John Cleese from Monty Python when you saw him perform in “The Secret Policeman’s Ball”. Now THAT is funny.
You are seen more working towards debt relief and the plight of third world countries than you are performing for sold out stadiums all over the world.
I doubt that any other rock star has been named Time Magazine's Person Of The Year; considered for the Presidency of the World Bank or been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize three times.
You meet with world leaders on a regular basis working to help the people in Africa including George Dubya. I bet you have stories for days on that one.
You aren’t the best looking person in the world, but you look fantastic in your always fashionable sunglasses.
Even your nickname (Latin for good voice) is cool.




Bono Vox ~ You are this weeks Hump Day Hottie!

“Well, me hearties, let’s see what crawled out of the bung hole.”

Arrr! Ahoy mateys! Ye best be enjoyin' International Talk Like A Pirate Day or me cutlass may slice yer gullet. Take care that ye don't anger t' captain o' yer ship or ye may end up walkin' t' plank.
Silver Beard Minijonb, the scurvy dog, brought some bloody fun games t' play at work so I be aye that I will have at least one fun story t' share soon. Don't ferget yer parrot, eye patch and yer cutlass ye slimy bilge rats! Arrrr!

My pirate name is:

Bloody Ethel Rackham

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

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Post Of A Picture Of Yourself In High School Day

Tara from Ec.lec.tic Spaghetti has deemed today " Post Of A Picture Of Yourself In High School Day". I thought this was would be a lot of fun so I scanned my high school graduation photos.

I graduated high school in 1992 as is easily deduced by the enormous ball of fuzz on my head that is reminicent of a hedgehog that got an unfortunate perm. Mall hair was only one of my memories from 1992.

I have brown eyes, but back in the early 90's colored contacts became easily accessible. I wore glasses but decided to switch things up and purchased a pair of violet colored contacts.

I used to wear silk shirts, Keds, Cross Colour clothing, stone washed jeans, baby doll one piece outfits and was never seen without my Black Hill Gold class ring with my birthstone. Until my opal birthstone exploded at my job working as Sbarro's that is. No one told me that opals are heat sensitive.

Within a year of graduating from high school the Grunge Era started with Nirvana hitting the scene. Living in Washington State at the time I couldn't get away from plaid shirts, baggy pants and white kids with dredlocks. I was always more of a preppy dresser so I was very glad that I was done before I could be mocked incessantly.

I think that hedgehog with a bad perm hair and the au naturel eyebrows aside I looked pretty darn hot back in high school. I wasn't very popular my last year of school because we moved and I transferred high schools between my junior and senior year. I wouldn't recommend it.

I don't miss high school. The drama, homework, only having 5 minutes to run from one end of the school to another to make your next class, the homework, gym class, homework, the cliques and ummm let me think...did I mention homework?
I do miss early dismissal, choir class, thinking that a $300 paycheck was a lot of money to make in one week, living at home and not having to pay rent or buy my own food.
I loved to hang out with my friends all the time. Jade and I had a record of hanging out for over 41 days straight. We used to go to the clubs in Ft. Lewis and cruise down at the Tacoma waterfront or in Tillicum (that was the cruising strip to meet Army guys).
Sometimes I miss the carefree days that I had right before and after graduating from high school but I definitely would not want go back. Life is pretty good right now too.

September 15th. Four Years Later

A few years ago I was working as a service agent for an insurance company. I worked in a call center and answered questions and made changes for our clients. It was a decent job but as anyone who has ever worked in a call center can attest it is pretty high stress. Because of this, the management team always tried to do fun things or give us treats to improve the working environment. All in all it wasn’t a bad job.
Every year the company celebrated Customer Service Week and pretty much spoiled all of the service agents for the entire week. I received all of the usual blankets, coolers, backpacks and other things that were covered with the company name and logo. I still have the backpack and my son D uses it for his karate classes.
One year they decided to have a talent show. You could sing, do standup, play an instrument, read a poem…whatever (as long as it couldn’t be perceived as risqué by any stretch of the imagination).
I love to sing and was in choir all during my high school years. I was chosen to participate in the All-State and All-Northwest singing festivals when I was in high school in Washington State. I sing quite well.
I decided that I would perform at the talent show. My supervisor at the time suggested that I team up with another employee that was new to the department to do something funny.
Her name was Funny Girl and I didn’t really know her. She had started a few months before but because the training was so intense, had only been working in the department for a few weeks. I approached here and asked her if she wanted to go for a power walk during lunch. She agreed to walk with me so that we could come up with some ideas for the performance.
I put on my sneakers and off we went. The office park where we worked was beautiful. It had trails that meandered around quite a few acres; had fountains, gazebo’s and you could always find a plethora of wildlife among the forests of trees.
We walked down the path towards one of the main fountains, avoiding goose leftovers, and just chatted getting to know each other a bit. Funny Girl had just graduated from college the spring before with a Bachelors Degree in Communications and this was her first “grown up job”. She grew up in northwest Michigan and is very close to her sister and parents (who are still married). The most interesting thing that I found out about her is that she was a virgin and is waiting until marriage.
Mentally I was thinking to myself. We are SO different. I am 7 years older than Funny Girl. My parents are divorced and I am an unwed single mother who never went to college and my family is very fractured. I honestly didn’t think that we would become friends but she was really nice and very funny. I thought that it would be fun to perform together at the talent show.
We came up with a parody about insurance based on a song from The Sound Of Music. Funny Girl plays the guitar so we got the music and did our best to prepare for our performance. The day of the show we ended up having to modify a line that referred to illegal drugs but other than that we had no problems.
We were the final act that night and it was awesome. People were laughing because of the lyrics and we received a standing ovation. For the next few weeks the management team had us perform our song another 3 or 4 times in various board meetings and we received lots of positive feedback from our co-workers.
Even though Funny Girl and I are extremely different people, we bonded and have become the best of friends. In many ways we compliment each other because we are so different. I can give her a different perspective to consider that is vastly different from her own. Because of this we have both grown spiritually. Funny Girl is more liberal than she was and I have become a bit more conservative.
Funny Girl makes me laugh ALL THE TIME. Her dream is to have a career doing improv or stand up comedy. I have no doubt that she will achieve her goal of being a regular on Saturday Night Live.

Funny Girl ~ Today is our four year friendiversary. My life has been immeasurably blessed specifically because of our friendship. You brighten my day every time I talk to you. You humble me with your faith in Jesus and your faith in me. You inspire me with your talents and your desire to achieve your goals.
Before I met you my life was in a very dark place and whenever I think back to that time before and after I met you I think of this Gloria Estefan song:

COMING OUT OF THE DARK
Why be afraid if I'm not alone?
Though life is never easy, the rest is unknown
Up to now, for me, it's been hands against stone
Spent each and ev'ry moment
Searching for what to believe

Coming out of the dark
I finally see the light now
And it's shining on me
Coming out of the dark
I know the love that saved me
You're sharing with me

Starting again is part of the plan
And I'll be so much stronger holding your hand
Step by step, I'll make it through; I know I can
It may not make it easier
But I have felt you near all the way

Coming out of the dark
I finally see the light now
And it's shining on me
Coming out of the dark
I know the love that saved me
You're sharing with me

Forever and ever, I stand on the rock of your love
Forever and ever, I'll stand on the rock
Forever and ever, I stand on the rock of your love
Love is all it takes, no matter what we face

Your friendship means so much to me. You helped bring me back to Christ. You made a life that was stuck in a dark, cold winter come into a springtime bursting with life and happiness. You will never know how much you mean to me because it is impossible to put into words.
I am truly honored to be your sidekick.


Sidenote: I had some great photos to go along with this post but Blogger is being stupid and I can't upload them. I will try and get them added soon.

Hump Day Hottie

Maybe it is because you are older than me and still smoking hot. Maybe it is the fact that you can speak with a realisic English accent or a Brooklyn one.
Your piercing gaze makes my libido go into overdrive and your tattoos make me weak in the knees.
It seems that you are looking at me and you can't wait to tear my clothes off and make hot monkey love.
You were even hot as a ghost soldier on The Ghost Whisperer. That is a feat in itself.

This weeks hump day hottie is:




My man Wentworth Miller from Prison Break.

(This idea was totally bogarted from Evil Discussor )

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My Greatest Achievement ~ This Week

Over the weekend I achieved something that I haven't been able to do in quite a while. It wasn't anything that was earth shattering or worth national acclaim. But in my little piece of the world I now have something that I can brag about.
My closet is clean. Not just straightened up and things tucked into the corner, but really clean.
Funny Girl and I spent Saturday sorting, cleaning and organizing my disaster of a closet. I don't know how it got quite so bad. I basically had a small trail that I could walk through the 6x14 closet while bags, boxes, and piles of stuff had accumulated on the floor. My shoe pile was atrocious as was pointed out by more than one friend.
One of the biggest problems I have is that I really don't have any other decent storage area in my home. I have 2 other bedroom closets and one small coat closet and that is it. I have a shed outside, but I don't like to keep certain things out there because snow gets inside.
Back to Saturday. I was ruthless when I went through things. I threw away about 7 30 gallon trash bags of stuff. Old things, empty boxes, worn out shoes and things that were not acceptable to drop off at Good Will. I also had 1½ car loads of shoes, clothing, and other miscellaneous items to take to charity.
Without futher ado..... my closet:

Yours, Mine & Ours

This was a movie starring Lucille Ball that was made in the late 60's. The gist of the movie was a woman who has 8 kids marries a man (Henry Fonda) who has 9 kids. They move into a huge mansion and hilarity ensues while two large families learn to get along and how to be part of such a large family. Toward the end of the movie Lucille Ball's character gets pregnant and has baby number 18.
There was a recent remake of this movie, but I prefer the original.

I received some news over the weekend that initially shocked me and then made my roll my eyes and shake my head. My step-brother DJ and his new wife Lisa are expecting a baby. Normally this would be good news and the family would be celebrating and anticipating the new arrival.
This is truly an event in my family. Combined DJ and Lisa will be having their 14th child.
I don't have a problem with large families. I grew up in the Mormon church and having lots of kids wasn't that unusual. Also the Catholic Church looks down on birth control so there are many large families in the Catholic Church as well.
There has to be a point where enough is enough. In todays environment how in the world can any family support so many children? If you are independently wealthy and want to pop out 20 kids or adopt a small Asian nation go right ahead. More power to you.
The problem that I have with large families is when you continue to have children and are unable to support them. Food stamps and Medicaid are the two most common state or federally provided subsidies that are given to large families.
I don't know where this rant is going other than if you have kids, make sure you can fully support them. Don't keep popping out kids if you are receiving Medicaid or other financial programs that are tax payer funded.
On the other hand, my friend Robin has 9 children. She and her husband are able to fully support their children with no assistance. All of her children are well taken care of emotionally and physically. They don't even receive free or reduced lunch at school.
Robin's home is controlled chaos, but her home is well maintained and when you walk in you can feel the love and happiness there.
Not sure where I was going with this other than if you are going to have a big family, I don't want to support it.