Thursday, December 01, 2005

Merry Christmas!

i've been hit with the 'holiday' wand this year at work, magically putting me in charge of all things “holiday”: the department party at a local country club, office tree trimming, egg nog, warm cider...i'm getting frazzled with having to use politically correct verbiage everywhere. i’ve organized a 'holiday tree trimming party' for tomorrow morning, where co-workers each bring in one ornament to decorate the office tree. since I’m not allowed to call it a Christmas Tree, which makes me go, “Grrrr” since THAT’S WHAT IT IS, i'll do the next best thing, and make sure my ornament is a cross, baby Jesus or something that says 'Merry Christmas' on it. i may even have to find my ‘Jesus is the Reason for the Season’ pin to wear to work tomorrow, if I can find it amoungst all my moving boxes.

“Merry Christmas, Everybody!”

(said in my best George Bailey shout :0)

Friday, November 18, 2005

ruka shuk a fruk!#@*&!

argh. and to make matters worse, my ex-hubby refuses to verify employment.

(as you can see, i'm still on a rant)

i divorced him because he chose to do a despicable thing. an unforgivable thing. (this is hubby #2, btw. hubby #1 only cheated and left me for the slutty flute player. this was worse).

i know, i know. i have a defective hubby picker gene.

when we got married i quit my corporate job to help him run his business. Now that we're divorced, he's refused to have his staff verify that i worked there for 5 years. i never took a paycheck, so technically i wasn't an employee, but i was the financial controller of the business, ran the office and the HR, payroll and payables aspects of the place.

i think he's a little pissed off that i helped try to get him put in jail.

ya think?

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Lessons in Letting Go

For months now I’ve been communicating with a loan broker about rates, plans, and such. I was pre-approved months ago. She rattled off prices and mortgage payments so I knew what price range I could consider.

Now it’s the 11th hour and the story changes.

The minimal review loan process has changed to a full review. She wanted to lie about my job title and income on the loan. I refused to lie, so now I might not get approved, which means no house..or get the house at a higher interest rate on a no doc loan. Why can’t people be up front about stuff instead of playing salesperson and saying what you want to hear until it’s too late to back out??? Why am I trying so hard to get a nice house in a good school district that now they say is out of my league? Maybe I just need to face facts and sell most of my furniture, rent an apartment, get rid of my dogs, sell my RX300 and get a Kia. Darn.

I pray. I cry a bit in private. I let go. I wait. I pack.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Load up the van, boys. Moving Day Approaches!

Yes, my house finally sold and I’m thrilled, nervous, and losing sleep. I’m buying a house that’s half the size, and is only 15 minutes away from work. My current commute takes 45 minutes in the morning and 1.5 hours each night. Think of all the things I plan on doing with this extra time!! I plan on actually going to the gym after work, as there shouldn’t be any excuses not to swing by the gym to get sweaty.

I’ve been postponing having my son attend preschool, because I couldn’t commit to being home by 6:30 to pick him up, and I really didn’t want him bonding with teachers and classmates, then have to pull him out of the school to relocate to a different city. So, when the move’s complete he’ll attend a little neighborhood preschool that’s right around the corner from the new home.

I’ll be moving the nanny with me, if she doesn’t find a new gig. The plan is to have her move in with my sister’s brother-in-law’s family. They’re expecting a second baby in the coming months and are trying to sell their tiny home and get bigger digs to accommodate babies and a nanny. But, alas, their real estate deal fell through, so they’re stuck in the small house with no room for a nanny for the time being.

The nanny will be sleeping on the couch or an air mattress after the move, as I’m downsizing from a 4 bedroom to a 3 bedroom, selling my master bedroom furniture and I’ll be using her bed as my own. Juggling space planning issues, personnel issues…it’s just like corporate life.

I wish I had the life I planned on: being the stay at home mom and loving wifey. Ahh, but real life turned out vastly different than my dream life. I play the corporate game, but my heart’s not in it. I’d much rather be with my kids, playing with them, driving them to school, making lunches, having dinner on the table..all that Betty Crocker kind of stuff. Forget liberal feminism for me. My kind of feminism means being the woman God intended me to be, so I’ll continue to make lemonade outta my life lemons. I found a good recipe in my Betty Crocker Cookbook for Life.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

been there; done that

Lazy blog:

Bold = been there, done that

smoked a cigarette (as an actress in a play, and a few puffs of my then-boyfriend's cig a lifetime time ago)
crashed a friend's car (it was just a dent, then he kissed me to make me stop crying)
stolen a car
been in love
been dumped (no comment)
shoplifted (young and stupid)
been fired (waitress gig at Ed Debevec's. i complained about a non-tip, which is grounds for immediate dismissal)
been in a fist fight
snuck out of your parent's house
had feelings for someone who didn't have them back (sigh)
gone on a blind date
lied to a friend (don't know what about, but i must have at some point)
skipped school (college not, high school)
seen someone die (I was by my mom’s bedside when her 5 year fight with cancer ended)
had a crush on one of your internet friends
been to Canada
been to Mexico
been around the world
been on a plane

purposely set a part of yourself on fire (??)
eaten sushi
been jet-skiing
met someone in person from the internet

been moshing at a concert
taken pain killers
loved and missed someone
made a snow angel
had a tea party
– (isn't tea party slang for heroin use?) I’ve had fancy lady tea parties with scones, dainty china and pretty dresses
flown a kite (my Uncle Tom used to bring a kite every time he visited us, as we lived on the edge of a small cliff with great ocean breezes)
built a sand castle
gone puddle jumping
jumped in a pile of leaves
gone sledding
cheated while playing a game
(just last night. I was playing ‘Life’ with my three year old son. I silently refused to have either of us pay tax.)
been lonely - Like Steve Martin's "The Lonely Guy?" (this is my ‘currently playing’ life-imitates-movie on a replay loop)
fallen asleep at work or school (when I was pregnant I had to take some nasty medication to keep from miscarrying. It made me fall asleep, and since I was married to the boss, slept on his office couch)
used a fake id (I had no desire to drink and party when I was a teen)
watched a sunset (every chance I get)
felt an earthquake (I’m a born & raised southern californian)
touched a snake (in india, no less)
slept beneath the stars (on a ship traveling around the world, and on a houseboat. both great fun)
been robbed (someone broke into my apartment when I was a single gal. I was at home asleep at the time)
been misunderstood (duh)
petted a reindeer/goat (over rated activity. Goats have creepy eyes)
won a contest (a transistor radio in grade school for selling tidings subscriptions)
run a red light/stop sign (oops)
been suspended from school
been in a car accident (lady ran a red light and totaled my car – ouch!)
eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night (a few months ago I was in a show where my character had to chow down on a container of ice cream. It was a 6 week run and I gained 10 pounds)
had deja vu- didn't you just ask me that?
danced in the moonlight (good stuff. I highly recommend this…works well when paired with sleeping under the stars)
liked the way you looked at least at one point in time (i so sexy)
witnessed a crime (I’m currently in the witness protection program. don’t tell anyone)
been obsessed with post-it notes
squished barefoot through the mud
been lost
been on the opposite side of the country
swam in the ocean

cried yourself to sleep
played cops and robbers
recently colored with crayons
sung karaoke
paid for a meal with only coins (hey, a girl’s gotta eat)
done something you told yourself you wouldn't (eat gummy bears)
made prank phone calls
laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose laughter ROCKS!
caught a snow flake on your tongue (simple pleasures are the best).
written a letter to Santa Claus (mine was so goofy the local newspaper printed it)
been kissed under the mistletoe by your boyfriend
blown bubbles
made a bonfire on the beach

cheated on a test (I’m not proud of my youthful errors in judgement)
been kissed by someone you didn't like (being an actress is a gift and a curse)
gone skinny dipping in a pool (pool-no. ocean-yes.)
laughed so hard you pee your pants (I have a weak bladder)

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

another identity crisis

I need a coffee nickname.

Let’s pretend my name is Mary. This morning at a well known coffee place (let’s pretend it’s called Jarpups) I order my four-word, nine-syllable drink (not easy to do when the caffeine tank is on low). I give the barista my name, “Mary”. She repeats and writes on the cup: “Karen.”

I say, “oops, nope….MARY”, she repeats back, “oh, Darrin!” and I bite my tongue and say to myself, “Darrin?? Do I look like the husband in Bewitched? Has there ever been a female named Darrin??”

This is a newly remodeled Jarpups. It looked perfectly fine before the 3 week remodel closed this around-the-corner Jarpups and I had to drive further away for my occasional Jarpups treat. So the new Jarpups now has more seating for those wireless laptop people and perhaps there’s more of an echo now, as there are none of those oversized comfy chairs I love. That’s okay, cuz Darrin’s a busy gal and has to get to work. On the way out to my car I think of my new Jarpup’s nickname. I could use “mckay” but the hearing impaired barista is bound to butcher that one. How about just “Kay”? Sounds like May, Fay, Jay…

How about Jo…..cupa Joe. Jo mama. Jo from Little Women. I kinda like it.
We’ll see if I remember to use it the next time my caffeine tank is low and I feel like spending too much money for the foofoo coffee (I usually get a cranberry orange scone, too)....and I take extra Slenda packets.


Friday, October 14, 2005

buy / sell saga continues...

Sell saga: So far I’ve had two offers on my home and both deals were so screwy I had to say, ”No thanks”, even though I really want my house to sell. I can look at the price offered and say, “Great deal, where do I sign?” but the details in each offer were such that if I had signed I would have been in a very vulnerable legal and financial situation.

Search saga: I’ve put a total of three offers on three abodes. The first two I lowballed and got kicked out of the running by people willing to pay top dollar. This third offer is a little more special. It’s not near the train tracks, and it’s only 10 minutes away from work. But it’s ...maybe dead, maybe still breathing. It’s like a dating scenario, where the dates went well, had a several very nice moments and the potential for something more is in the air. The gentleman says, “I’ll call you.” …and then nothing. for three days. The sellers aren’t even getting in touch with their agent to give him an answer. So my guess is: no deal. And the search goes on.

Here’s a picture of the house on which I’ve made the offer:

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Even though I know it most likely won’t be in my future, I still look at the picture and imagine the possibilities. Kinda like dating.

the day of my breasts

Sometimes I forget they’re there. Sometimes they need that (oops, hope no one’s looking) adjustment ….yes, I adjust my boobies like a man adjusts his privates. Men, just be glad you don’t have underwires in your jockey shorts.

There was a day not so long ago where I made that appointment to get squished. It was awkward and embarrassing to be in a hospital gown being “adjusted” by a female x-ray technician.. not one of my happiest moments, but I just kept telling myself, “I’m doing this so I may someday be a grey-haired grandma playing on the floor with all my grandkidlets”.

I thought about breast cancer while driving back to work. My mom died of breast cancer. She hated going to the doctor and never got a check up. I thought if I got sick, I’d cut them off in a heartbeat to stay alive and be around for my kids (then I could get a boob job and be all perky…(kidding). Needless to say I wasn’t having a sexy, I feel good about my body, kinda day.

That night, while reading and snuggling with my three year old son, he slyly cops a feel. I take this (woah, where’d that come from?!) moment to talk to him about people’s privates and how we should keep our hands to ourselves. I asked him why he did that and he said, “Cuz they’re pretty.”

Boys are male-ish and males are boyish. And mommy has pretty, healthy boobies. And life goes on.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

blogity blogity

you guys are great.
saturdays are great.
today i did not mow the lawn.
it will have to happen tomorrow.
i hate shopping, but today i shopped.
i bought stuff to make my house look cool to buyers.
you see, my house is on the market
i bought new area rugs, plants, bathroom towels...why can't people see past their first gut reaction and look at what's real?
kinda like dating, i guess.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Nantional Security vs. possibly offending someone

To ensure we Americans never offend anyone, particularly fanatics intent on killing us, airport screeners will not be allowed to profile people. They will continue random searches of 80-year-old women, little kids, airline pilots with proper identification, Secret Service agents who are members of the president's security detail, 85-year-old congressmen with metal hips, and Medal Of Honor-winning former governors. Let's pause a moment and take the following test:

In 1972 at the Munich Olympics, athletes were kidnapped and massacred by:

(a)Olga Corbutt
(b)Sitting Bull
(c)Arnold Schwarzenegger
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1979, the U.S. embassy in Iran was taken over by:

(a)Lost Norwegians
(c)A tour bus full of 80-year-old women
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

During the 1980s a number of Americans were kidnapped in Lebanon by:

(a)John Dillinger
(b)The King of Sweden
(c)The Boy Scouts
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1983, the U.S. Marine barracks in Beirut was blown up by:

(a)A pizza delivery boy
(b)Pee Wee Herman
(c)Geraldo Rivera making up for a slow news day
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1985 the cruise ship Achille Lauro was hijacked, and a 70-year-old American passenger was murdered and thrown overboard by:

(a)The Smurfs
(b)Davy Jones
(c)The Little Mermaid
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1985 TWA flight 847 was hijacked at Athens, and a U.S. Navy diver was murdered by:

(a)Captain Kid
(b)Charles Lindbergh
(c)Mother Teresa
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 was bombed by:

(a)Scooby Doo
(b)The Tooth Fairy
(c)Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1993 the World Trade Center was bombed the first time by:

(a)Richard Simmons
(b)Grandma Moses
(c)Michael Jordan
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 1998, the U.S. Embassies in Kenya and Tanzania were bombed by:

(a)Mr. Rogers
(b)Hillary, to distract attention from Wild Bill's women problems
(c)The World Wrestling Federation to promote "Mustapha the Merciless"
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

On 9/11/01, four airliners were hijacked and destroyed and thousands of people were killed by:

(a)Bugs Bunny, Wile E. Coyote, Daffy Duck, and Elmer Fudd
(b)The Supreme Court of Florida
(c)Mr. Bean
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 2002 the United States fought a war in Afghanistan against:

(b)The Lutheran Church
(c)The NFL
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

In 2002 reporter Daniel Pearl was kidnapped and murdered by:

(a)Bonnie and Clyde
(b)Captain Kangaroo
(c)Billy Graham
(d)Muslim male extremists mostly between the ages of 17 and 40

Anyone for racial profiling?

Monday, August 15, 2005

too many titles from which to choose

a. hand me my shawl and knitting, sonny boy
b. reality check, please
c. get me some botox, damn it!
d. just take a knife to my heart, it'd be less painful

okay, i've been relocated from my semi corner office to a public cubicle. gone is the artwork on the walls and the nifty potted tree in the corner. the bulk of my day consists of blocking the daily onslaught of door knockers and phone callers and hand holding executives while they act as if they are getting ready to walk the plank instead of have a meeting with the VP. my boss is cool. she reminds me of the new geena davis character in the fall scheduled tv drama about the first female president. that's my boss. female, pretty, slim, geena davis looking, cute brown flippy hair that always looks perfect. anyway, i'm off topic, as this is supposed to be about me. it must be the altzheimers kicking in...

to make my crappy cubicle somewhat homey, i've decorated it with a unique style that says, "i'm a professional, yet fun". a beautiful wall calendar hung on the cubicle wall. silly yet eclectic toys for execs to play with and de-stress for a moment or two, and discrete pictures of family and friends pinned where mostly only i will see them... unless there's some snoopy person craning their necks to see my personal wall art. i have little pictures my son drew for me, christmas pictures of friends, etc... and just one picture of someone rather cute of whom it amuses me to take a 30 second fantasy and sneak a peek every now and then. this is someone a tad younger than i am, but i think if the stars aligned i would consider dating him if the chance ever arose. at the moment we are just friends. friends with potential, perhaps.

today i had a new, young manager pleeb trying to get time on my boss's calendar to discuss some boring yet urgent matter. while i search for time on her calendar, this person peruses my personal cubicle items and points to the picture of my male friend, and he says, "is that your son?" i say, " ahh, no... that's a friend. this is my son." and produce a picture of a three year old boy. awkward moment gone, he gets on the calendar and thank God, it's the end of my workday.

i think about this on the way home, "does this guy really look THAT young? dang, he's in his 30's. does that manager dude need glasses? sheesh." and then the realization kicks in.... "do i look that old?"

i'm stunned. hurt. broken. old. i will spare you all the angst and boohoo pity party thoughts i had during my drive home, but this has made me rethink a lot of things. i'll just keep those thoughts to myself.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

my man jim

i'm off to go spend some time with my man, jim. long story. i'll explain more later...

i’ve made a decision to commit to this relationship. haven’t got a clue how this will work out but i’m going to give this my all, and sincerely hope for the best. It’s been a long time since i’ve opened myself up to such a huge change of lifestyle. i know i’ve enjoyed it in the past, so i’m kind of looking forward to how this may influence my future. But i’m also a little bit nervous. i even went out at lunch today and bought something special to wear.

you see, after some careful discernment, i’ve decided to join the gym. there’ve been times in my past when i’ve pushed my exercising down on my priority scale and i did other things instead of going to the gym, which eventually careened down that slippery slope of slothdom and i just stopped going all together. so this time i got the idea to think of it as a relationship - with jim (gym…get it? cute, huh). i’d never blow off a date with a gentleman, so if i think of gym as “jim” then i’ll have this mental picture of someone waiting for me, wanting to spend time together and eventually maybe even getting sweaty and all….wait, that’s not what i meant to say.

anyways, today will be Day One. positively gory things are bound to happen like being weighed and poked and prodded with a measuring tape, calipers and BMI calculator thingies. all i know, is my ass is the size of texas and i’d like to get it down to the area of rhode island. that’s not asking too much, i don’t think.

wish me luck. i will be throwing away the remaining oreos, just as i would delete old phone numbers from my PDA. ;-)


i've met with jim two times so far, so we're at that third date mark. we just may have to go for it after work today and get all sweaty.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

my dance

i started listening to this song yesterday during my freeway drive. as i listened i created a mental video of snippets of my life. a five year old dancing with my mom during Lawrence Welk on a sunday evening... a child at cotillion, tennis lessons, catholic school, church. these where the times i learned manners, playing fair, winning and losing with equal grace and that prayer is a source of strengh, not a crutch...a young lady dancing on her wedding day, an adult caring for my mom as she slowly succumbed to cancer, a woman praying in church, a mom doing the mommy dance in my pjs while my son ate breakfast in the kitchen ...all memories of moments when i learned my life lessons.

now i'm raising my son and showing him the dance of life, in which he will take the steps i've taught him and make them his own as he becomes a man. well, i mean as he turns 3 and a half....

Friday, August 05, 2005

for Monkey Bunker

this is an article for a cyber friend who's a comic on tour in Iraq. check out his blog. very impressive.

dave, this is for you:

U.S. Leads Offensive in Western Iraq / Friday, August 05, 2005

BAGHDAD, Iraq — About 1,000 U.S. Marines (search) and Iraqi soldiers have launched a major operation in western Iraq to disrupt insurgents and foreign fighters in the Euphrates River valley, the U.S. military said Friday.
The operation, dubbed Quick Strike, began Wednesday with Iraqi soldiers and Marines positioning their units, said a military statement. They are focused on an area centered around the cities of Haditha (search), Haqlaniyah and Parwana, about 140 miles northwest of Baghdad.
On Wednesday, 14 Marines and their civilian translator were killed when their vehicle was hit by a roadside bomb near Haditha as they traveled inside a lightly armored vehicle.
On Friday, U.S. and Iraqi troops, including Special Operations (search) forces, moved into the city of Haqlaniyah, the Marine statement said. U.S. jets attacked insurgents hiding in buildings outside the town.
Residents in the area said U.S. and Iraqi forces had cordoned off Haqlaniyah and were conducting house-to-house searches. U.S. warplanes circled overhead and a number of heavy explosions were heard. Witnesses said 500-pound bombs were being dropped in the area.
The U.S. military has defended its operations in western Iraq, insisting it is reducing insurgent attacks, despite the deaths of the 14 Marines. The extremist Ansar al-Sunnah Army claimed responsibility in a Web posting and said its fighters used two bombs to destroy the vehicle.
In Najaf, Prime Minister Ibrahim al-Jaafari said Iraq's most influential Shiite Muslim cleric would like the new constitution to enshrine Islam as the main source of legislation.
That is opposed by Kurds and some Iraqi women activists, and is one of issues that political leaders are trying to resolve so a proposed constitution can be presented to parliament by the Aug. 15 deadline.
The views of Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani hold considerable sway among Shiite Muslims, who make up 60 percent of Iraq's 27 million people.
After meeting with the cleric, al-Jaafari said: "Ayatollah al-Sistani does not want to impose dictation on drafting the constitution, but according to my knowledge he hopes that Islam become the main source of legislation."
Four more U.S. service members were killed in action Wednesday, the military said — three in Baghdad and one in Ramadi.
A U.S. military spokesman, Brig. Gen. Donald Alston, said American military operations in Anbar province, which includes the area where the Marines died, have succeeded in disrupting insurgent activities.
"We still have deaths. We still have suicide car bombs," he said. "But the numbers we see indicate [the insurgents] can't generate the same tempo, and I think that's because we've had some degree of effect in interdicting these forces."
Alston cited figures showing there were 13 car bombs in Iraq last week — the lowest weekly number since April. "There's a clear indication to me that the tempo has decreased."
U.S. troops have stepped up operations in recent months in Anbar, the center of the Sunni Arab-dominated insurgency and a major avenue for foreign fighters infiltrating the country from Syria.
Alston warned that militants will likely rally their forces in a concerted effort to derail the country's political progress, including a referendum on the constitution in October and an election in December.
The president's office said a key meeting scheduled for Friday by political leaders to hammer out differences in the draft constitution has been postponed until Sunday. The statement issued Friday did not say why the meeting was delayed.
The gathering was called by constitutional committee chairman Humam Hammoudi, who promised the National Assembly that the draft charter would be ready by the Aug. 15 deadline, provided the country's political leaders reach compromises on key issues including federalism, the role of Islam, and distribution of national wealth.
U.S. leaders, who pushed hard for the committee not to seek an extension on completing the charter, considers the constitutional process vital to maintain political momentum, undermine the insurgency and pave the way for the Americans and their coalition partners to draw down troops next year.
U.S. commanders have warned that although the number of vehicle and roadside bombings are decreasing, they are increasing in potency and sophistication. Bombs on the roads or planted in vehicles account for 70 percent to 80 percent of the U.S. deaths in Iraq, command spokesman Lt. Col. Steven Boylan said.
A roadside bomb late Wednesday killed three U.S. soldiers in Baghdad, the U.S. command said. A Marine was killed Wednesday by small arms fire in Ramadi, the capital of Anbar province 70 miles west of Baghdad, the command added.
At least 1,826 members of the U.S. military have died since the Iraq war started in March 2003, according to an Associated Press count.
Al-Jaafari on Thursday announced a new 12-point security plan. He gave few details but said it included steps to improve intelligence, protect infrastructure and prevent foreign fighters from entering the country.
"We will not hesitate in saying this: We are in a state of war. It is one of the most dangerous types of war because it is not a conventional or a war of borders," he said.


Wednesday, August 03, 2005


if you ever get to know me, you'll learn that i am a firm believer in quality. i've had the same check book cover since college (read 1980) yikes. some of you weren't even born yet. anyways, back to quality. if you can, buy the best you can afford of certain items as you're bound to get a greater return in the long run.

go for the best:
coffee (have you noticed i like coffee?)

stuff that doesn't pay to pay top dollar:
most grocery items
car washes

anyways, i like quality. in stuff and people. nuff said.

now i'm off to drink some two buck chuck (or what i have renamed 'charles deux franc').

now it's your turn:

on what items are you willing to spend the big bucks?
tell me your favorite cheapo items

Monday, August 01, 2005

hold me

Hmmm. I should blog something. Something about work, since that’s what I’m supposed to be doing right now.

I’m in a holding pattern. My future income is riding on one lady’s decision whether or not to come back to work for someone she can’t stand (guessing on this one, but when one makes a face like she just crapped her pants while simultaneously looking at dog doo on the bottom of her shoe, ya get the idea she just might not be so fond of this person). So yeah, I’m speculating.

I’ve been filling in for this position for the past three months while the face making lady has been on a medical leave of absence (stressed induced illness from all the face making, I think), and I’ve been given a rather spiffy increase in my salary, which may revert back to the pittance I made in my previous position.

In 24 hours I should know. So I’m waiting on joining the local gym, waiting to buy a home ….and that bottle of champagne I’ll purchase when it’s confirmed I get to keep this job that fits me like a glove, or a designer gown, or my favorite slippers: all unique visuals for illustrating just how much I like this job.

Saturday, July 30, 2005


i need coffee. good coffee. i'm tired of the cheap stuff. give me the best. that's all i ask.