Mondays are stupid
I'm feeling awfully lazy today. I'm at work, and I just don't want to do any of my work. I don't have anything pressing and desperate today, which is probably why I'm looking at my list and thinking "I'll do this tomorrow." All I want to do is go home and cook dinner and do some dishes and not be here. I'm feeling so lazy that I considered doing a meme to fill up some space here today but then just couldn't be bothered to even do that.
(Ooo! I do need to make some labels for my Weetacon swag so I'll do that. Yay, something I want to do!)
You may have noticed that I did not provide the Mondo Gigantic Pictorial Entry on Sunday that I promised. That's because I suck, and also because my creativity was at a supreme low yesterday. My organizing side was more active though, so we got the bedroom closet cleaned out. And people, I mean
cleaned out. I threw away roughly eleventy million pounds of fugly clothing. Ask Kevin, he was the one who had to carry it all. He's just happy that I tamed the shoe pile.
And for the record, I am currently finishing my FOURTH LITER of water and it's only 3:45. I expect that they will soon name the handicapped bathroom after me here at work since I have been in there approximately a dozen times today. Speaking of work bathrooms...since our group takes up pretty much the entire damn floor, every time I go to the bathroom there are people I know there and that always leads to that awkward "Do I make small talk as we walk into the bathroom?" situation. It's not so bad if it's one of the women I am more social with but if it's my boss or someone similar it's just...squicky. (Speaking of squicky, the other day I was trying to find my boss for a meeting so I called his cell phone and asked where he was, to which he responded "In the bathroom", which promptly sent me into a stuttering, blushing, squeaky mess of loudly declaring that he should NEVER ANSWER THE PHONE when he is in there because EW.)
Okay, I'm going to go visit my bathroom now.
Everybody now...awwwww
Riley is only happy when he's getting his snuggle time in. And he is not pleased when it is interrupted for MORE PICTURES.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Briefly
Does anyone else see those commercials for the Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper and think "There is WAY TOO MUCH going on with that soda"? Or is that just me?
In other news, I have a shitload of things to do this weekend, but Sunday night will be Mondo Gigantic Entry night. And you get to have a say in what is posted.
So tell me...what do you want to see pictures of? I'll accomodate as many as I can this weekend. Leave it in the comments, mah peeps. And try not to get all dirty and shit, okay? This is not a pr0n site.
Yet ANOTHER photo essay
So
Jecca pointed out that I did not post a picture of my cool ass new Relic watch with the little picture thingy that tells me what time of day it is so here ya'll go:
There you go, my watch and my wrist. Ain't they cute? (You can see that the little moon picture is just starting to show)
And as long as we're at it, how about a few more....
Here's a picture of what Riley looks like most of the time, since he is usually howling at us. And blurry, unfortunately.
Abbie, who greatly resembles Chubby Hugs, especially when yawning
Exhibit 1 re: why Kevin will very rarely get control of the camera.
And now for the art portion of tonight's display....
Someday I'll stop taking pictures of him....but I LOVE the macro function on this thing!
I am perfecting the art of flattering self portraits.
And now I'm off to finish watching "House" and listen to the rain. Mmm, rain.
Tornadoes with no basements
Okay first of all? There is a TORNADO WATCH for San Diego right now. I do believe that TORNADOES IN LOS ANGELES (like the ones that happened YESTERDAY) are what signaled the impending doom that was coming in "The Day After Tomorrow". So basically, the world will be ending within the next few days, so get to partying.
In other news, the crappy weather meant that I wanted to wear closed toe shoes today but I was wearing my favorite ever black pencil skirt and the only closed toe shoes I could wear with those are my Perfect Pair of Black High Heeled Loafers and I can only wear with nylons which is okay because I usually only wear them with pants which means I can wear knee highs but since I was wearing a skirt I had to wear *shudder* pantyhose, and now? Itchy and chafed. That's all I have to say about that.
HATE pantyhose.
Also? HATE my next door neighbors. Not only do they feel the need to do laundry EVERY DAMN DAY (seriously, every time we are waiting to use the laundry it's because they have half a load in the complex's ONE washer & dryer), they keep letting their darling little calico out and then leaving her there. Mind you, we live on a very busy street with lots of cars and also, it's been cold and RAINING for the past three days. And yet there's the pretty calico sitting outside meowing at the top of her lungs and THEY DON"T LET HER IN. Assholes. Riley is in love with her, so I can't bring her into the house (since I am a horrible [that was sarcasm] cat owner and haven't gotten Uniball clipped yet) but I swear the next time I see her out there I am going to catch her, keep her in a carrier and call FOCAS so that she will be taken care of and given to someone who fucking cares about her.
Speaking of me being a bad cat owner (which I am NOT), Abbie had a bladder irritation/possible UTI last week I think. See, I noticed once or twice when she went to the bathroom that there was some blood in her urine. She wasn't straining or unable to pee, never peed outside of the box, and it was only at the end of the day that she had the red urine. And no, I did not take her to the vet. (
PLEASE NOTE: Before anyone sends me angry emails or leaves me snarky comments, she was never in any pain to warrant me causing her untold amounts of stress by packing her up and taking her to the vet, we even did bladder pokes on a regular basis and all it did was make her roll over for belly rubs. Seriously, this is a cat who stress sheds and releases her anal glands all over vet techs while she's at the vet's, and who takes literally days to recover from a trip so I only take them in when absolutely necessary.) So I've been keeping an eye on her and making sure she drinks lots of water since actually, minor, unblocked UTI's in female cats can clean up on their own. And it turns out that I don't think it was a UTI; I think she just peed too damn much and made herself bleed because the cat is OBSESSED with being the first one to use the box after the LitterMaid runs a cleaning cycle so she was peeing roughly 500 times a day. I've been turning it off during the day and at night now, just running it 2 or 3 times a day, and sure enough, she's back to normal. Dorky cat.
And that's enough of that.
Not a bad weekend after all
Considering how my week ended, my weekend has been much better than I expected. And woo, I have tomorrow off!
Yesterday was awesome...early morning WW meeting, Mart of Wal spending spree, a two hour nap and then a crop that Kris and Vanessa came to, which was good times.
Then we ended up going shopping today...Kev needed some more shirts and jeans, and I needed some new jeans (which I got to buy in a size smaller, hooray!) and cute shirts (also a smaller size, hooray!) and new watch (which Kevin bought me and a love, love, love). It was a good weekend.
(You know, why is it when I discuss my weekends, they sound horribly stupid and boring but when other people describe weekends that involve almost the exact same things, they are witty and funny and laugh out loud hilarious? Oh, maybe it's because I am too lazy to make my weekends sound more interesting.)
Instead, I will give you MORE PICTURES!!
Kevin REALLY wishes I would stop taking pictures of him.
Artsy AND fartsy picture of Riley.
Ditto for Abbie.
Riley really likes to get in my face while I'm trying to work.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is the man I love and adore. Admit it, you're totally jealous right now.
Okay, I'll stop now. For tonight, anyway.
Hooray for tax refunds!
Today was pretty crappy. Seriously busy, seriously stressful, and then my boss ended the day on a high note by having a conversation that led to me CRYING IN HIS OFFICE, in front of someone else, and also left me walking out of the building pranoid as all get out as I totally bawled. But no work talk on blogs, because I do not want to be Dooced.
So then tonight I met the girls for the usual New Restaurant Friday, which ended with us walking out to the parking lot where my car was parked only to find that my car WAS LOCKED INSIDE THE LOT. Nice, huh? Meh. At least we were close to my house so Kris and I got a ride here and I'll just have to borrow Kev's car tomorrow morning until we can spring my car from lock up.
But then!!! Then, my WHOLE CRAPPY DAY was made better by one little thing.
My brand new
Canon PowerShot A510!! Hooray for new toys!!
Yes, my tax money arrived today and so we hurried ourselves off to get shopping and within a half hour we were on our way home with our prizes, a camera for me and a microwave for Kris.
And so here I present tonight's experiments in digital photography:
Abbie is not pleased
Riley!! Super close up!!
Kevin wonders when I will stop taking pictures
I try to be coy but end up goofy. But look! MY hair is long enough for pigtails!
I thought my hair had really faded but it's still really red. And can you totally tell I was crying earlier tonight?
So yeah, beware, people....I am a woman with a camera and I'm not afraid to use it constantly.
Daydreaming
The day I get to come straight home from work and relax without doing one of (or thinking of) the ten million things that need to get done is just a pipe dream, isn't it?
And also, my nose is runny but I cannot blow it since, in reaction to this clod/flu/whatever, I have managed to develop a giant fever blister on it which makes it entirely too painful to do anything other than sniffle. This is not fair.
Also not fair is the fact that coughing makes me almost pee my pants evry time I do it since it is one of those deep, soul wrenching coughs. I sound like a smoker after three days of chain smoking.
But hey, I have good hair and tomorrow is pay day so at least there's a couple good things going on.
Ours is not to wonder why
Februarium Entry #5: Why You LoveI thought about this a lot today. Okay, I thought about it a little between my sniffles and occasional bouts of violent coughing; I think I'm walking the borderline of brochitis and came home today and slept for three hours to try and prevent it going full blown. Happy Valentine's Day to me!
Anyway, I decided that I could be simple and talk about how I love Riley because of that cute thing he does when he rubs his head on my arm and how I love my mom because of all the support I get from her and how I love LoLo because she's been the closest thing to a sister that I could hope to have.
But you know, at the end of the day, I don't know why I love. I just do. I love each person (and animal) for different reasons, but why I can love them in the first place is a question for the ages.
I love because it makes me happy. I love because it makes my life fuller and happier to do so. I love because it's easy and you don't have to be smart or athletic or beautiful or otherwise special to do it. I love because I can.
I was young and drunk, okay?
Februarium Entry #4: Where You've Loved(Hey look, an entry with no Kevin in it! Because we're boring and don't like having uncomfortable sex)
The year was 1999. It had been about two years since I had done the horizontal mambo, and over a year since the Arnold fiasco. I was finally coming out of the semi-vegetative depression that had gotten a hold of me (thank you, pharmaceutical industry!) and I was finally wanting to have a social life. So one day, bored at work, I decided to post a personal ad on Yahoo personals. I got enough responses to keep myself busy with emails and phone calls from a few of them, and the first one I went out on a date with was a guy named Nick.
As soon as Nick walked up to the Old Town restaurant where we were meeting, I knew I was not his type (a fact which was reinforced many hours later, after quite a few beers when he admitted this too me, to which I replied "Yeah, my ass is entirely too big for someone like you") and honestly, he wasn't mine either. But hey, we were there, we got along, so we headed inside to have dinner.
Nick was originally from Alaska, and had moved down to San Diego to help his unmarried sister out with her son. He had the unfortunate luck to be living in Hillcrest and driving a Miata, which left a number of the women he met assuming he was gay. Dinner was entertaining, probably because of the margaritas we had been consuming. We ended up heading down the street to yet another Old Town bar to consume yards of beer. I was very, very drunk and despite our mutual agreement that we would never be interested in dating each other, we could not seem to just say goodnight and go home.
So, we wandered down the street to a tiny little graveyard that still exists in the middle of Old Town and sat on a bench to talk after wandering around reading all the gravestones. And since we were drunk and had both already discussed the fact that neither of us ad had sex in entirely too long, Nick eventually looked at me and admitted that while my ass was too big for him, I was still really pretty and he just wanted to kiss me. So he did. And we kissed and kissed and made out for awhile and eventually we ended up on the ground in a corner of that graveyard in the smack dab middle of Old Town.
And then, since a condom somehow appeared, we ended up having sex. At least I guess we could call it that. I didn't even get my undies taken off, they were just shoved out of the way by Nick in a strange clumsy way. It was a definite wham-bam-thank you-ma'am moment. But it was still exhilarating in its own way, mostly because I had never done something like that ever before in my life.
Nick and I cleaned ourselves up, picking leaves out of our hair and laughing. It was almost 2 in the morning and the streets were empty aside from our two cars and some mist. He walked me to my car, kissed me on my cheek and told me to drive safe. And then, as he headed to his own car, he stopped and turned and then said the coolest thing he could have said at that moment.
"I'm going to tell my grandkids this story some day."
Romantic? No. Fucking awesome? Yep.
After Nick came the period that was the most active my dating life had ever been. That night in the graveyard was just the jumpstart I needed, even if it was completely undignified. Heh.
(And no, Nick and I never saw each other again. Which is exactly the way this story should end.)
Loved, lost, but not forgotten
Februarium Entry #3: When You've LovedHis name was Jason. He had brown eyes and blond hair and I adored him. We were 12, and he was my first obsession. We had homeroom together and all I wanted was to hold his hand and call him my boooooyfriend. Lots of notes were passed, I know that. And yet I got nowhere with him. Darn. I did develop a habit of calling him after school on regular basis, which probably provided him lots of fodder for discussions with his friends. Those calls stopped when (oh, how I cringe remembering this)his mother called my mother and told her I was distracting her son from his homework. Oh, the embarrassment! Oh, the unrequited love!
His name was Beau. I was 14, a freshman in high school desperate to join in the game of dating that all of my friends were involved in. He was the first boy who thought I was pretty, who asked me to go steady. And so I said yes, despite the fact that his friends were not a crowd my mother would want me haning out with, despite the fact that he was in the remedial classes and I was in the honor classes and we had very little to talk about. But who needed to talk when there pubescent sexual exploration that needed to happen? Our torrid love affair lasted all of two weeks, after which I broke up with him only to have him keep calling and calling and calling until I was finally mean enough to make him stop. I ran into Beau at a homecoming game the year after I graduated from high school and he tried to ask me out again. I could never decide if his slight obsession was creepy or flattering.
His name was K____. I was 18, a naive, virginal girl fresh out of high school and new in the big bad city of Los Angeles. I had never had another boyfriend after the disaster that was Beau. K____ and I were instantly attracted to each other and at last I knew what sexual chemistry really was. Our relationsip, such as it was, was tumultuous and fiery and above all else, sexual. We never dated, but he cheated on every girlfriend he's had with me, at least the ones he was involved with since we met. Over the four years I was in college, he became one of my very best friends. He's also the one person who was a part of pretty much every truly depraved memory I have. I like to tell him he introduced me to sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. We're still friends and I still love him dearly but I thank my lucky stars that he and I never actually dated because I would have had to kill him.
His name was Arnold. I met him online through Yahoo personals, and he thought I was beautiful. We went on romantic dates to art festivals and lingering dinners. He was the first guy to (ahem) "head downtown" with me and gave me the best orgasms I'd have (up to that point). And one day, it was over. Later, he and I met up for one last converstaion and he admitted the reason he broke up with me was that despite the fact that I as a person was everything he was looking for in a woman, he couldn't be with me because I was too big for him. To which I replied "Fuck you."
His name was Todd. I met him because I got mad at the lawyer I had been dating for a month. The Lawyer had made a comment about dating other girls so I decided to date other boys. So I answered Todd's email (via Yahoo personals AGAIN, sheesh) and we met for drinks. Which turned into dinner, which turned into a sleepover date. We were inseperable for months after that. And then the drama started. He went back and forth between me and his ex-girlfriend more than once over the next two years. We eventually ended up back together, and he was talking marriage and babies and I thought I was done when he moved in with me. But then, 4 months after he moved in, he moved out with no warning while I was on vacation. I screamed, I threw things, but nothing changed his mind. He left me, and I was shattered. Three weeks later, September 11 happened. The fall of 2001 is kind of a blur because of those two facts. Somehow, in November, Todd and I ended up back in each other's beds. We thought our friends didn't know, but they did. We weren't dating, but we were still complicated. It all blew up and was finally destroyed after a gigantic blow out fight in June of 2002. We have mutual friends and I know he's moved on, building his relationship with the daughter he has (with a woman he briefly dated before he and I got together that last time) and living with a new girl that isn't me or his other ex. His issues combined with my issues were just a mess. We served a purpose to each other, but it's just as well that we are done with each other now and effectively out of each other's lives.
His name is Kevin. I met him online through a random set of circumstances, and planned only on meeting him a time or two for a long distance "friends with benefits" deal. But Fate had other plans for us, and damn if we didn't fall in love. And it was easy this time. There was the sexual chemistry without the fiery arguments, the loving gestures without the codependency, the laughter and honesty that had been missing from all those other relationships. I let myself love with all my being for the last time, and he loved me back. So I kept him. He moved into my heart, and my home, and my life, and he fits just right.
Mmmm, shoes
Februarium Entry #2: What You LoveI love my Uggs. No, I don't have Ugg boots...I decided to be different and have Ugg clogs. Hey, I got two pairs of those for the price of one pair of boots. One pair is pink. Pink suede clogs with fluffy sheepskin on the edges. Fabulousness. Even my boss-my 40 year old Republican boss-thinks these shoes are fantastic. I spent more than I should have on them, and if I walk too far in them I get blisters but I love these shoes. I love the fact that every time I wear them I get at least five comments about them. I love the fact that they make me smile every time I put them on. I love the fact that no one I know owns a pair of these shoes. I love that they are pink and fluffy and mine.
And I love the fact that now, with the red hair, when I wear my fabulous pink Ugg clogs I am a veritable Valentine.
(Sorry this is short, I have 30 minutes until the convention dinner is starting and I have already started drinking.)
There's no you and me, just we
Februarium Entry #1: Who You Love
Kevin-
I'm sitting in a big squooshy bed, laptop in front of me and the Hollywood sign visible from our 17th floor balcony at the Westin Century Plaza. I've got an 80 minute massage scheduled for this afternoon, and life is good. But it's strange being here without you. It's the first trip I've taken without you since we met, the first hotel that I've spent the night in without you sleeping next to me in two and a half years. I miss you.
People on the outside might think we're kind of boring, I know. But I love being boring with you. I love getting up and going to breakfast with you and knowing what you're going to order. I love sitting in our armchairs watching bad movies and providing commentary while the cats sleep in our laps. I love the fact that you do my laundry for me when I get so busy that my head doesn't stay on straight. I love our roast chicken nights and grocery store trips and conversations that don't make sense.
And I love the fact that I have you to come home to every day, every night. I still get a little amazed when I think about how we found each other, the way things fell into place for us. I'm so glad to know that I'm done, that I've found the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, the one I will get old and cranky and gimpy with. I can't wait to marry you someday, but you already knew that, just like you already know that I'm completely weird and a little crazy and more than a little neurotic and love anything that's pink and fluffy. And yet you love me anyway, weirdness and neroses and craziness be damned.
And you were right, tossing my own words back at me when I was panicking about the car repairs on Tuesday....it is "we" now. And I love you for giving me that.
Love, Me
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So,
Miss Coleen invited me to take part in
Februarium this year, which means not one but FIVE smooshy entries about
loooooove between now and Monday. There's a banner and everything! But I am a dork who can't post the banner without breaking her template so no banner for you!
I'm going to try my hardest to get these done on time, but keep in mind I am out of town for the next three days. I'll have my computer with me though so I will try and post them on time. And I may do some entry writing in the car on the way up to LA tonight.
And also, thanks to a hint from Measi, I managed to enlarge the font around here so yay, I won't make myself blind now!!
Guess what I'm getting for Valentine's Day?
I took my car in today, to get a smog check and an oil change. And as I drove away I had this sudden "Oh my God, my car is a disaster zone, I should have cleaned it up before I left it there!" And then I thought "What the hell am I thinking? My friends get in that same car all the time and I don't care about it being messy." But seriously, I have issues. I can't take my car to one of those car washes where they vacuum the inside of my car because I don't want them to see the horrible lived in condition it's in right now, and then I realized that I was going to let these mechanics just hop on in there and oh my GOD what they must think of me!
It's like shaving your legs before the Girly Parts Exam, you know? We all do it, even though hello, they should NOT be looking at our legs when they are examining our hoo-has. My mechanic should not care about what's in the passenger seat, only about what's under the hood.
Anyway, it's been an adventurous day for me today in the World of Cars.See, my "Check Engine" light turned on right before the New Year and I've been ignoring it since then. Why? Because I am simultaneously lazy as hell and busy as fuck. But my registration is due next week and so I finally made room in my busy schedule to go get my smog check. Well, when I mentioned to the guy that oh, by the way, my engine light is on...he mentioned that oh, by the way, then the car would probably fail. Good times.
So he called me later to tell me that yep, it failed, but no worries..it was probably just an O2 sensor, might run me around $340 all told, including the oil change and the smog check and the diagnostic and the new sensor.
BUT THEN!!! Then he called me and said "Hey, you need a new catlytic converter! And that'll run you about $700 MORE!" To which I said "Holy shit, that's a lot of money!" So then I called my friend's mechanic, who said, yes, it may cost that much depending on the construction of the manifold. And then I called Kevin, who discovered that sure enough, the catlytic converter for my 1996 Honda Civic costs in the neighborhood of $500 so $700 is about right when you figure in labor. So then I called my new friend and mechanic Clarence and said "Okay Clarence, take all my money and fix my catalytic converter please!" I drew the line at paying him $30 to clean my battery though, because seriously, I could do that myself with a 50 cent box of baking soda!
And so now here I sit, waiting to hear that my lived in looking car is fixed and smogged and ready to be picked up so I can head up to Escondido in it. Oh, and did I mention that my accessory belts also need to be replaced? But those are just $175 so I'll take care of them later.
I hopped online myself and started looking at the prices on these converters and realized two things: A) I should have purchased a 1995 Civic, because it looks like they changed the design after that year and the design change is what caused the price of the converter to go sky high and B) living in California sucks, because our emission requirements means that my car needs a special, more expensive version of the converter installed.
I really shouldn't complain too much though, since I've owned the car since 1999 and this is the very first major engine problem that I've encountered. It's completely paid off, it gets great gas mileage, and it's held its Blue Book value really well. Once I get this and the belts done, along with the tires I was already planning on getting later this year, I'll be done putting money into it aside from oil changes and I can buy a new one next year.
But damn, that $900 bill is going to hurt. Sorry, babe.
A bunch of nothing
I should have tons to write about right now but my head, it is blanker than usual. So instead, you get yet more tons of random thoughts.
Speaking of my head, I went and saw Ray this weekend, and dragged Kris along with me so that she could share in the glory of his perfect haircuts. She basically just got a trim and a blowout, and I guess technically I just got a trim too (because I'm trying to grow it out so he didn't take a bunch of length off) but he reshaped it and gave me some bangs and then got it all tousled and yay, pretty hair! And the next day, I colored it...and how! It's no longer any shade of blonde at all, but is instead a gloriously bright and bold copper red. We're talking drastic enough for even every man in the office to stop and go "WOW, that's some red!" But so far, they've all loved it. I don't know what it is about red hair, but men all get this evil glint in their eyes when they see it. And speaking as someone whose hair has been just about every color it can be, I always get more acknowledgment from men with the red hair than I do with any other color, even my Perfect Blonde of last summer.
I wish I had a digital camera so I could post a picture of the Glorious Redness but alas, I do not have one. Woe is me. BUT! I filed my taxes last night and much to my surprise, I am getting an almost $800 refund (not bad for an unmarried, non-parent who owns no property and claims 1 deduction all damn year long) and so yay, I will be getting a digital camera! I'm going to be nice and responsible and let myself have $300-$350 to go get a digital camera (I need something decently equipped but not so fancy that it will make my head explode...ideas?) and the rest will go to credit cards. Because I am a responsible adult who is trying to keep her debt load low. Or something.
I really don't want to be at work today. There was a moment when I was sitting in my car after coming back from the base (where our meeting was cancelled and oh, I fell down in the hallway AGAIN!) and my computer was next to me and I seriously considered just going home and working from there. But instead I trudged upstairs and got to work. Ugh.
At least I get two days off this week...yay!
Living up to the "random" in my blog's name
First topic:
So it turns out my old boss? TOTALLY losing his shit. Found out today that he is pretty much yelling at everyone all the time, leaving his new admin in tears and causing his Freckles replacement to hang up on him. The projects are all a mess and it's basically a miserable working situation for people under him right now from what I heard today through the grapevine. Am I glad that I left that job? More than ever. I was thinking about it tonight, and Old Boss used to make me so mad on occasion that I would cry angry tears (I hate my angry tears, because it makes people think I'm sad or my feelings are hurt when really I am just PISSED.), but I never get really
mad at New Boss. He frustrates me sometimes, irritates me other times, but we have a good synergy (my God I hate that word, someone smack me for using it) and we're a good team. The only time I want to cry is when I am so very, very tired from all the stuff I have to do now. So yay for me getting out JUST IN TIME!
Second topic:
It never stops tripping me out to see familiar places and bulidings on TV. The other night, the Pt. Loma lighthouse was on
Pt. Pleasant (SHUT UP, you know I watch
The OC and
Pt. Pleasant comes on afterwards and I am too lazy to change the channel most of the time) because it turns out, they tape a show about a New England seaside town in San Diego. Go figure. I was obnoxiously excited about that fact, but not nearly as excited as I was when I saw that my beloved
Doheny Library in the background of a Toyota commercial. I love that old library, with its giant marble steps that are worn in the middle. I wish I could go back to hanging out in the quiet of the reference library. I miss college. College was so simple.
Third topic:
How much do I hate, hate, hate those stupid ass KFC commercials with the stupidest families EVER? I hate them with with the hate of a thousand suns, that's how much. If I was the mother in ANY of those commercials, I would seriously kick some ass.
Fourth topic:
One of my employees, a very nice and kind and funny employee who I get along with very well despite the fact that he is located across the country so I rarely see him, has begun a strange habit of calling me by terms of endearment when we speak. Now, he's not hitting on me...he's happily married with an adorable son, and I would totally consider him a friend. But what's funny is that now when I call him on his cell phone, he always answers by saying something like "Hi, sweetheart" (because duh, I'm totally on his speed dial so his caller ID tells him it's me). Now, I don't mind him saying this because it's kind of funny and we are totally goofy with each other, but it did strike me as kind of make me think the last time it happened. Like, should this weird me out? Because it doesn't.
Fifth topic:
I had a really weird dream last night. Somehow, I ended up with a crazy stalker who like...took up residence in my apartment and I could not get rid of her. The cops wouldn't come and kick her out because she wasn't violent and hadn't done anything to physically harm me but she was totally tearing my home apart, even going so far as to rip a ktichen cabinet off the wall. And I could NOT GET RID OF HER. I kept calling the damn police and they kept saying they couldn't do anything unless she hit me so I started goading her, trying to get her to attack me but she wouldn't because she like...worshipped me or something. It was freakin' bizarre and I woke up exhausted.
Sixth topic, which is confidential to B. Mary:
OH MY GOD I got my new product shipment for February and YOU WILL LOVE THE NEW TOOL!!! Heh.
HELLO I AM BUSY
I'm sorry ahead of time for you still having to read the itty bitty font but dude, I have NO TIME for template fixing right now. All I have time for right now is work, and Science Olympiad, and bowling, and CM meetings, and exercising, and occasionally cooking dinner. I have had time to think of roughly 5 gatrillion blog entries but no time to enter them because hello, I have to sleep sometime, right?
I am so busy that I have been a cranky bitch so obviously at work that people are now running in fear from me and only ask me to do things in sweet, dulcet tones. The other day, my boss dared to try and prop my office door open and I growled at him that "I had that closed for a reason, you know." I picked on him so bad yesterday that he looked at me and said "Whose assistant are you anyway?" It's all good though. He knows I have his back. And he better GIVE ME A BONUS and also GIVE ME A GIANT RAISE because I need a spa day after this year end crap.
Whew. That made little sense, didn't it? Oh well. That's all you get.
