I have yet to drown in alcohol, but last night I really tried. On a Sunday! For shame. There will be photos (sorry Truk, not of my naked boobies even though I don’t feel bad because you didn’t vote for mine in Fab’s contest) from one of the parties, but I’m not sure when. Someone forgot a camera and I found it. Late night smiles are fun, right? First I need to find out whose camera it is, then I must make them promise to email me the pictures.
This is my favorite trade show, if I haven’t mentioned that yet. If you have already heard that from me you are hearing it again because right now, at 7 AM, I might still be drunk. That is part of the reason that I love this show so much. The people are amazing and I love hanging out with them. A few months ago I was approached to take over the association of younger folks in the industry. Turned it down again and again before finally agreeing on Saturday to take the position. This group loves tequila and beer. I love tequila and beer and vodka. After drinking vodka from 5 PM – 10 PM I added shots of tequila to the mix. And some beer. Because they were planning on handing me a mic in front of everyone. Damn, public speaking is NO fun. I made my new VP do most of it because the liquid courage got the best of me and I was drunk. Really drunk. Drunk enough to dance. A lot. Oh, and at the end of the night I sang Friends In Low Places with the triumvirate of outgoing association leaders. Holding a mic, in front of the association with friends, I sang. Even though I have sworn to Shiny and Mr. Fabulous that there isn’t enough alcohol in this world to get me to sing. (Here, I’ll say it for you: YOU WERE RIGHT. Feel better guys?)
Ok, more about this party later, in a different post. For now I will say that the problem is hanging out and drinking all night leaves no time for writing. Sorry that I haven’t been around to your places. I’ll get there on Tuesday when I get back home.
But for now I am still here in Atlanta, awake entirely too early. And I need to get my ass in the shower, get on my way to the show floor.
However, before I go, I gotta question for the internet…
I ran into the ex love of my life last night at a party which was held in the Georgia Aquarium (magnificent place…if you have the opportunity to go, do it). We talked for what felt like minutes and hours all at the same time. Really good conversation. He apologized for a lot, I hope I did also, we got caught up. It was truly nice. He was a gentleman and rode with me in a cab to another party, but then was incredible enough to stay in the cab and go away. While talking I mentioned something about my blog, probably because he loved my momma and she adored him. He asked for the site and while I wasn’t sure if I should, I eventually gave him the address. There is no doubt that he’ll find his way here.
So, was it a mistake to give him the ability to look into my life? Will I start to censor myself? When Jester designed this place for me I almost didn’t tell anyone about it. I almost wanted a place to write and write and not have anyone know it was me. Quickly that went out the window because I seem to be a comment whore, but should it have gone out the window last night?
Ok, enough possibly still drunk ramblings. Imma go try to get my act together so that I can work the last day of the trade show. I’ll be back. When I return, I hope you guys have left me lots of wisdom about your friends and family reading intimate details of your lives.
Thanks.
xoxo
So I have been drinking vodka (hi, Ketel One. love yew!) since about 2 PM. Surprisingly, I actually had several good meetings. And I met new people who agreed to do business with us. Ran into not new people who agreed to do business with us. yay!
But the best part of tonight? I ran into him. AND I SAID NO. He is gorgeous. He has a southern accent. He has a kiss that can easily make knees go weak. He is intelligent. He wanted to be here in my bed. Yet I managed to stay stong and say no. Pray that tomorrow I have the same strength. It won’t be easy.
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Knowing that I wouldn’t be capable of really writing a post tonight, I asked my beautiful brillian baby cousin to write a guest post for today. Me thinks she is working on her own blogspot blog (oh how I hate how they handle comments even while I don’t wanna complain coz I am stoked for her to blog) and this is what Sarah had to say:
3 things I’ve learned in the last 3 days:
1. When you have laundry, do it. I am one of the most accident prone people I’ve ever known. I manage to sprain or break things just by walking down the street. You would think, knowing this about myself, that I would take any precaution available to myself to make sure I don’t hurt myself. Naaaahhhh…. Wednesday night I got out of bed and tripped over the pile of laundry next to it. Had to drive myself to the ER at 1:30am.
2. When they give you crutches, use them. It’s been a few days now, and my knee is now the size of a small canteloupe instead of a basketball. And it’s feeling a little better. So I thought – its only 10 feet from my couch to the bathroom – I can do this! Sure. I could have, if it weren’t for that pesky doorframe getting in the way of my good foot. So what do you do when your left knee won’t hold you up and you can’t set your right foot down? Fall down of course! And thank God for good insurance…
3. Keifer Sutherland is a smokin’ hot sexy beast. Actually, I’ve always known that. But its become very apparent since I’ve been watching 24 for the last 2 days. But I guess it doesn’t count as one of the three things.
Let’s try number three again…
3. Tech support is my biggest pet peeve. For the most part – I’m a great person to have call tech support. I’m patient, understanding, and I actually have a personality – I can carry a conversation with the customer service person and avoid the awkward silences. Not today. First – they dropped the call. Then after 2 hours, they couldn’t fix my problem. They didn’t listen to a word I said and just went by whatever their manual said. Seriously – in my job, I really appreciate when the person on the other end of the phone is aware of what needs to be done. It makes my life easier. Why can’t customer service be a little more about serving the customer? Sheesh.
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Give Sarah a little comment love if you have a moment. Oh, and check out this little thingymajiggy. Coz oh my fuck, do I love to swear. I mean, I regularly put “fuck” in the middle of other words and “shitfuck” is something that I holler all too often, sometimes in situations where it is completely inappropriate (because other times? COMPLETELY appropriate.). So imagine my surprise when over at Jester’s place I find a cuss o meter which says I apparenly don’t even swear on 50% of my posts! WTF? (bet wtf doesn’t count.) Anyhow, the test was quick and painless, so here are my results:
Created by OnePlusYou – Free Online Dating
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P.S. In case you missed it…I SAID NO!!! (yay, me!)
I’m out of town on business, marketing my company at a trade show (and the kerjillion hospitality suites after hours) in Atlanta. My little blog is too young to be out on its own, so I thought it would be nice to ask non blogging friends to write a bit. Naturally, the first response I got from EVERYone was, “But what do you want me to write about?”
When I suggested a guest post to a very, very good friend that I met when our companies did business together, of course he replied with “the what topic to write about” question. My email response to his question is below, with his answers screaming at us in all caps. I’m thinking I won’t be getting much help when I have to go out of town for business. Sigh.
Oh! The best part of our email conversation? This little gem:
SEE MY BLOGS IN PARENTHESIS AND ALL CAPS BELOW!
Yeah, I see your blogs, my marvelous nutbag friend. And now so will the internet…
Anything you wanna write about…anything you wanna get off you chest. Could be about:
* Why you love / hate your job (MY BOSS…YOU FIGURE OUT WHETHER I LOVE IT OR HATE IT)
* Why I am wonderful / suck (BECAUSE YOU LOVE A GOOD LOAD…ANSWERS BOTH AT ONCE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
* The reasons you love Sabres hockey (ACTUALLY, I’M NOT LOVING SABRES HOCKEY RIGHT NOW. BASTARDS ARE GOING TO MISS THE PLAYOFFS…AND STILL NOT GET THE 1ST DRAFT CHOICE. AT LEAST THE PENGUINS KNOW ENOUGH TO GET THE FIRST DRAFT CHOICE WHEN IT IS SOMEONE LIKE SIDNEY CROSBY.)
* How much you love your belly button (MY BELLY BUTTON IS THE BEST BELLY BUTTON EVER! IT IS AN INNY AND DOES NOT COLLECT STINKY LINT! HOW FUCKIN’ GREAT IS THAT SHIT!)
* How it feels to sit in a tree stand for hours at a time (PURE HEAVEN, MAN…PURE HEAVEN!)
* Is it ok for men to get pedicures (ALTHOUGH I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A PEDICURE, I HAVE NEVER HAD ONE SO I FEEL THAT I CAN NOT COMMENT ON THIS ISSUE. I DO FEEL THAT ANYONE THAT DOES NOT TAKE CARE OF THEIR FEET SHOULD BE SHOT.)
* How much you miss your parents (MORE THAN ANYONE CAN EVER KNOW.)
* How much you wanna choke your sister (CHOKE IS NOT A GOOD WORD. SPIT ON…KICK…PUNCH…STAB…SHOOT…PLEASE PICK ANOTHER…)
* Where you would go on a dream vacation (VEGAS…NEXT WEEK.)
* Politics (SINCE RONALD REGAN RODE INTO THE SUNSET, POLITICS IS NO FUN FOR ME.)
* Religion (I’M A CHRISTIAN…BAPTIST…ALTHOUGH YOU PROBABLY WOULD NOT KNOW IT BY LOOKING AT ME.)
* Your balls (I HAVE A SOCCER BALL THAT I KICK FOR KASEY, A FOOTBALL THAT I HAVE NOT SEEN FOR A VERY LONG TIME, A FEW SOFTBALLS, A BUNCH OF GOLF BALLS OF DIFFERING COLORS, A BASKETBALL THAT I USE TO SHOOT HOOPS WITH MOLLY JUNE SOMETIMES…I THINK THAT’S ABOUT IT.)
Seriously…whatever you want!
So, I’m thinking you guys might be stuck with me for a looooooooooooong time. Unless anyone wants to hear more from Adonis Van Donnie McPukerson…
P.S. to Trukindog: I am trying to get my camera phone to take a GOOD partially nakey photo and it simply is not turning out as artsy as I would like. And I need to get back out with the party people. Tomorrow will actually include more booze than today, if that is possible, so don’t stop believing. hehe I said don’t stop believing and now the song is in my head. ugggggggggggggh!
Yeah, this isn’t what you had in mind, eh?
The photo right there of the floor and curtains was to have been my boobies, but ummm…yeah…I sorta can’t really work the frikken cameraphone. SOrry, Truck.
I’m headed to Atlanta for a trade show. Leaving Friday morning and returning Tuesday afternoon-ish. And I am not certain my liver can handle this show. These boys know how to party. (Un?)fortunately I fit right in. Plus I simply adore the guys who work in this industry. Great folks.
So, when you read an obviously alcohol influenced post, cut me a little slack, k? Know that even when I am slaving away at the show I will be thinking of you and what I can share with the internet. Then the booze will pour in and things will get all jumbled up when I attempt to get my story or thoughts into the computer.
I guess what I am asking is that you don’t totally slaughter me in the comments for spelling errors or incoherent ramblings. Know that those ramblings have all the best intentions!
xoxo
Ξ March 27th, 2008 | → 17 Comments | ∇ me |
All over this blogosphere folks keep accusing me of being supportive and kind and generally nice stuff. For the most part I really do try to be a positive person, however I sorta got to wondering why. What makes a person look at that glass and be thankful that it is half full of cool water? What makes a person want to build others up?
And I got nothing. No idea. Because I could have gone either way.
When I was growing up my (step) dad was a mostly miserable city k-9 police officer. He saw so many terrible things on a daily basis that he simply had to develop a tough shell which led to him always seeing the possible worst in any situation. Don’t get me wrong, he had a heart of gold and would often take all of the blankets from our beds in the winter because the homeless folks under the city’s many bridges were cold, but he would mother fuck just about anyone in the blink of an eye & carry his gun to church. We are talking a man who was not prejudiced, he hated everyone equally. Yet he lived with my mother, the ex nun / ex teacher / nurse. The woman who constantly praised and loved everyone she met, a woman who found the good in all situations. A woman who loved everyone equally.
So ummm, yeah. I could have easily focused on one of their personalities and been all cranky or all rose colored glasses. Fortunately I like to think I have a nice balance of them both.
But there was one thing that I think helped me tip towards being more of a sunshine kinda girl. We had a magnet on the fridge which I read every day as I was going for my Kraft singles (I so love cheese). Not only did I read it, but I heard many of the words from my mom. And I still have the magnet. You may have seen it in those images of my fridge from a post on March 18th. But here is what it says:
wow ~ way to go ~ super ~ you’re special ~ outstanding ~ excellent ~ great ~ good ~ neat ~ well done ~ remarkable ~ i knew you could do it ~ i’m proud of you ~ fantastic ~ super star ~ nice work ~ looking good ~ you’re on top of it ~ beautiful ~ now you’re flying ~ you’re catching on ~ now you’ve got it ~ you’re incredible ~ bravo ~ you’re fantastic ~ hurray for you ~ you’re on target ~ you’re on your way ~ how nice ~ how smart ~ good job ~ that’s incredible ~ hot dog ~ dynamite ~ you’re beautiful ~ you’re unique ~ nothing can stop you now ~ good for you ~ i like you ~ you’re a winner ~ remarkable job ~ beautiful work ~ spectacular ~ you’re spectacular ~ you’re darling ~ you’re precious ~ great discovery ~ you’ve discovered the secret ~ you figured it out ~ fantastic job ~ hip, hip horray ~ bingo ~ magnificent ~ marvelous ~ terrific ~ you’re important ~ phenomenal ~ you’re sensational ~ super work ~ creative job ~ super job ~ excellent job ~ exceptional performance ~ you’re a real trooper ~ you are responsible ~ you’re exciting ~ you learned it right ~ what an imagination ~ what a good listener ~ you’re fun ~ you’re growing up ~ you tried hard ~ you care ~ beautiful sharing ~ outstanding performance ~ you’re a good friend ~ i trust you ~ you’re important ~ you mean a lot to me ~ you make me happy ~ you belong ~ you’ve got a friend ~ you make me laugh ~ you brighten my day ~ i respect you ~ you mean the world to me ~ that’s correct ~ you’re a joy ~ you’re a treasure ~ you’re wonderful ~ you’re perfect ~ awesome ~ a+ job ~ you’re a-ok ~ my buddy ~ you made my day ~ that’s the best ~ a bug hug ~ a big kiss ~ i love you ~ give them a big smile
Now I understand that this list was kinda cheesy, but the top of the magnet list says “101 Ways to Praise Your Child” so you have to give me a break here. All I am saying is that it is just as easy to say a nice word as it is to trash someone. I have seen several bloggers get crushed to the point of not wanting to blog anymore when some asshat judges instead of supports.
Actually, I am really not sure what I am saying. Except that I am tired and gonna crash now.
xoxo
Ξ March 26th, 2008 | → 34 Comments | ∇ me |
When I was in high school I think I wore a size eight. And I thought I was fat. Considering the size I am now, I wish I had a time machine to go back to tell young, foolish me, “You look good, bitch!”
Speaking of time machines, here are some other times / places that I would like to check out:
- Oh how I always wished that I could have seen the pyramids being built. Aliens or slaves, it still must have been spectacular to witness.
- Would want to view my mom as a teenager. I just wonder what she was really like, how her friends saw her, what made her laugh. Sure, this one is a little Back To The Future, but I can’t help myself.
- Approximately 20 years in the future. It would be interesting to see what I was doing, where I was living, etc. Sometimes I think my future is so bright that I have to wear shades, yet other times I am concerned about choices.
- I would like to have the abilty to walk among the followers of Jesus, while Jesus was alive. To gaze upon His face while He lived on this earth in human form would be life changing, to say the least.
- New Year’s Eve, 2999 into 3000. If we humans haven’t totally destroyed ourselves, I would love to celebrate like it was 1999 again.
- Speaking of partying, I think it would be amazing to spend a weekend in the Roaring Twenties. Most likely I have a pie eyed view of what it might have been like, plus I can’t dance for love nor money, but I can’t help but wonder what life was really like in the 20s.
- Dinosaurs have always fascinated me, so if I could figure out a way to safely go back to see the world then, I so would.
Sure, it would be awesome to go back in time to buy stock or to go forward to get Super Bowl / Stanley Cup / World Series outcomes for a while, but other than monetary gains, is there any place or time that you would be interested in visiting? I have given you my eight and I am curious as to if there is any time or place that you have always desired more knowledge of? How come?
bestgospelever
Genius. Seriously brilliant. The first time I heard this song I laughed so hard that I missed most of the it and had to listen all over again. Then I could barely breathe. Every “bad” day that I have gets better when I listen to this song. Don’t let the word “gospel” scare you. Seriously. Click and Enjoy.
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If any of you already haven’t seen this, please check out the sites belonging to either Avitable or Britt regarding the Get Hilly To Philly Project. Hill is a fantastic woman with a wonderful outlook who really needs the getaway. She has been hit with some shit recently and honestly deserves the short Philadelphia weekend. Donations are accepted over at both sites. Just click on Avit or Britt. Thanks for your consideration. Good karma will be coming your way!
(Actually, the picture below maybe a donation button, I am not sure. Obviously it is my first day with a computer. Sheesh.)
Ξ March 24th, 2008 | → 21 Comments | ∇ me |
Shiny (the male Shiny) and I were talking about our new baby blogs. He has been blogging for years over on Mindsay and just recently ventured out on his own. While he is a Jewish male and I am a Christian female, our new blogs have brought us together and made us fast friends. Perfect Strangers, yet not strangers. Especially after I got to reading his writings. The man is interesting!
So he throws an offer on the table. No, not that kind of offer (he is very married with a beautiful young boy after all!). Shiny wants to do a 50 things about me list for my blog and wants me to do a 50 things about him. Holy shit, I just met this guy, how much could he know about me from my two weeks of blogging? Hmmmm.
For some reason that jackass Tom Cruise entered my brain, whispering, “Sometimes ya just gotta say what the fuck. If you can’t say it, you can’t do it.” Well guess what, I can say it. And honestly, I am hoping that in the comments you guys add to the list of stuff about me. It would be nice to incorporate these things into a seperate “things about me” page.
So without further adieu I present to you Shiny’s 50 things about me, some of which he totally made up. Being the slightly control freak that I can be I will add my commentary in italics beside Shiny’s thoughts.
50 Things About Hello Haha Narf:
1. She hates it when people call her Rebecca. That’s simply not a name she goes by. Oh so true. VERY few people get away with the R word.
2. She knows more about cars than most guys do. Well that is a little strong. I do so love a late 60’s muscle car, though.
3. She is a beer snob — to the extent that her friends roll their eyes at what she orders. I love beer. Yep. Love. But I am not sure if “snob” is exactly the right word. Would I hurt you for a Smithwick’s? Damn skippy. Will I drink Miller Lite if that is the only cold beer available? Probably. 
4. This woman has a lead foot. Once she got two speeding tickets in the same day. I do love to drive fast. But not two tickets in the same day, Shiny!!
5. She doesn’t think of her biological father as her “real” dad. True. Very true.
6. She loves skiing, but has never gone snowboarding. Also true. I would kill myself on a snowboard.
7. She doesn’t keep in touch with many of her high school friends. There are probably two girls from high school that I keep in touch with. They are good people.
8. She does, however, keep in touch with her online friends — and has met a couple of them. Jester started this insanity. We met at a trade show and told me about this thing he had on the internet, a blog. (Yeah, I lived under a rock most of my life. Shhhhhhhh.) Since then I have totally fallen in love with some amazing people that I consider friends even though we haven’t met. Tequilacon should change that and offer the opportunity to drink and get to know some folks in real life.
9. She has a thing for any movie set in Pittsburgh, so she can point out the landmarks to her friends. “Look! That’s where Bruce Willis got shot in ‘Striking Distance!’” Her friends think she’s a dork for that. Kinda true. I do so love my town and have lots of stupid trivia about Pittsburgh. Did you know that the yellow color of most of our bridges is called Alomon Gold? I’m not sure, but I think it might have been my mother who came up with the combination of our rivers’ names as the name of the color. Some contest if memory serves me right. I’ll have to investigate that.
10. Her friends think she’s a dork for lots of other things. But love her nonetheless. I am pretty sure this is true!
11. She once performed the Heimlich maneuver on a dog, saving his life. Uhhh, no. Although once I did the Heimlich on myself when I was at home alone choking. I think that might be a post for another day.
12. She feels more comfortable around men than around other women. While I love most people, it is true that I tend to gravitate towards men.
13. She has had erotic dreams about two or more members of “Pearl Jam.” I couldn’t even name two members of Pearl Jam. Although I do enjoy a good hot dream!
14. People come up to her and assume that she must be of Irish descent because of her hair. She hates that people just assume the stereotype is true. People do, but I don’t hate it…actually I love it. I mean, I have a green t-shirt that says “Rub me for luck” and a big ole shamrock, for fuck’s sake.
15. She is Irish Catholic. I mean, look at the hair! Also part Polish. Yep, Irish and Polish. I’m a stupid drunk! Wheee!
16. She met Colin Ferrell once and accidentally burped in his face during the incident. Shit. If I had met him, burping is NOT what I would have done in his face. Nuff said.
17. “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” is one those movies to which she can recite the entire dialogue. True. Also The Princess Bride and The Labyrinth. (Shiny, how did you know that?)
18. She doesn’t mind singing in front of people (well, after a few beers at least) — but, curiously, she doesn’t sing in the shower. Oh. Hell. No. I wish I could sing, but I just can’t. There is not enough alcohol in the world to have me drunken singing.
19. Although she loves cartoons, she has a very strong negative reaction to the Smurfs. Nope. Don’t hate the little blue boys. In fact, when I was in 5th grade I wished I was Smurfette. (Imagine living with all those men! Nice!)
20. She’s traveled extensively, but still hasn’t made it to Australia. And really wants to go there. I love to travel, but wouldn’t say that I have done so extensively. Australia is on my list (ok again, how did Shiny know that?), but Alaska is my dream vacation. Ireland as well. Egypt, too. And Fiji. I’ll stop there because there really isn’t much that I wouldn’t want to see.
21. She loves roller coasters. Used to ride ‘em all the time. Now? Not so much. Ok, Shiny shit the bed on this one. I still LOVE roller coasters! The bigger and faster the better. LOVE! (Spinning rides? Definitely not. They make me hurl.)
22. She joined Facebook just because some of her blogging friends pressured her into it. True. Fucking Jester got me on that one. I can’t remember the last time I checked it. Although I am guilty of still checking MySpace.
23. She uses her dogs as “wing-dogs” on occasion — but that’s okay because they don’t mind. If this means what I think it means, then this is true. And the boys don’t mind a bit.
24. She feels that when someone orders plain vanilla ice cream, it’s sacrilege — and such a boring waste. While I don’t think I have ever ordered plain vanilla, ice cream is not something I judge on! All ice cream should be enjoyed. My family just loves ice cream, no matter what flavor.
25. She’s been engaged twice and “almost engaged” three times. Not exactly true. I never accepted any of the offers. They just weren’t the right men.
26. She thought it was a crime when “Futurama” was canceled. (She was right.) The show was great, although I rarely watched it. Guess I am part of the reason it was canceled. Sorry!
27. She’s a giggly drunk. And hates it because her friends poke fun at her about it. As long as everyone is happy, I don’t care if I am the reason that folks are smiling. Besides, I am pretty sure that my friends love that I am a happy drunk.
28. She is a “there / their / they’re” Nazi. True. Same with “your / you’re” and “hour / our” and others. Drives me batshit crazy. Yet I fuck up commas and quotes and all kinds of other stuff that has to piss off others.
29. Her phone extension at work is divisible by 71. 213.
30. Zort is fun to say. So is troz. Which is zort backwards. And this is only peripherally about her, but it counts anyway. ZORT! (Yep, that counted. Good one.)
31. She once completely hooked up with a guy for Steelers playoff tickets, and so didn’t call him after they were eliminated. Ok, no I did not hook up with someone for playoff tickets!
32. She doesn’t get what all the hoopla with “American Idol” is all about. Took me a looooooooooong time, but I have sorta come to appreciate Idol. Again, I blame Jester.
33. Same thing with NASCAR. Not her cup of tea. I don’t hate NASCAR, but I am also not a huge fan. I can enjoy a race, but won’t cry if I miss it. Although I will so admit to a desire to attend a race in person.
34. She’s not proud of it, but she’s kneed guys in the balls five times. (Not the same guy.) Nope. Five is the wrong number.
35. Although she doesn’t have any kids of her own, she’s the “cool aunt” in her family, helping to raise many nieces and nephews. I do appreciate the kids of others! Great to spoil them, then give em back.
36. Although she doesn’t have any babies of her own, she does own a baby pool. Odd… Not odd! I have two dogs and summers get hot. Some days I can’t get the German Shepherd outta the damn pool. Besides, it feels good on my feet after a long day at the office.
37. She doesn’t have any real frogs at home. But, counting figurines, refrigerator magnets, stuffed animals and the like, she has thirty-seven of them in her home. Oh Shiny. Even if you were dyslexic that number would be wrong.
38. She chronically runs late. It comes from a complex she had throughout school where she always had to wait when attendance was called, as her name is in the latter part of the alphabet. Always late, yep. ALWAYS.
39. She once put her fist through a wall, infuriated that she would be without her cable service for four days. I would so do that if my cable were taken from me. My TV and I are friends!
40. She’s an exhibitionist. And she’s an exhibitionist about being an exhibitionist. Ummmm, well…yeah. Although I prefer “outgoing.”
41. She secretly has a passion for singing along to Wilson Phillips. What the hell made Shiny say that? I could understand sing along with Mitch Miller before Wilson Phillips. Sheesh.
42. She’s seen “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure” more than five times. Fuck yeah I have. Who hasn’t? Thank you, San Dimas High!
43. She loves her job — and does a damn good job at… well, whatever the hell she does for work. True.
44. She used to work in the banking industry — not as much fun. SO very true!
45. She hasn’t read the DaVinci Code — mostly because everyone else was reading it and saying how much they liked it. Normally that would be true, but I really loved the book. Read it more than once. Hated the movie, though.
46. She’s fired a gun, but not for a long while. True.
47. She goes wild for that “I’m Too Sexy” song. “Wild” is a tad strong. But that song is just fun!
48. When she has to, she can put on a very conservative, rigid, game face which will show people that she’s a force to be reckoned with. True.
49. Two words: Landing Strip. True. (Ok, really, how do you know this stuff?!??!)
50. She considers her mom to be one of her greatest inspirations and heroes. So very true. I really miss that woman.
If you get a moment, run over to Shiny’s place and check out the list that I did for Shiny!
My aunt asked me to do her a favor and stop by after work on Wednesday to let her dog out. I love her dog and her house so of course I said it wouldn’t be a problem.
The light rain falling didn’t bother me, nor did Jettie seem to mind. After she peed she ran around, happy to not be cooped up, and I walked around the yard enjoying not being at work. Over by the garage, amongst the brown leaves from last year, practically underneath a brick, were the prettiest sign of life that I have seen in a long time. A crocus had forced its way up, determined to announce spring’s arrival the very next day. While I love winter, my heart was filled with joy at the thought of longer days and the reawakening of the trees and flowers. There in the rain I bent down and captured the photo up there with my camera phone. Yes, it is not going to win any photography awards, however I made that photo my phone’s wallpaper.
See, Mom’s favorite flower was the crocus. She loved their determination, their simple nature, their purple color, their announcing of winter’s end, their beauty. Mom said that the crocus is a sign of change.
I welcomed the sight of the crocus the other day. Bring on Spring…bring on change. Perhaps I am ready.
Happy Easter Internet. Enjoy.
While you magnificent people are in the voting mood (because I just KNOW that you voted for my boobs over at fabby’s site), I would like to take a moment to request that you do a little more voting.
What I am requesting is that you take a few moments of your day to choose your favorite charity “angle” and click on the link to make a difference. Just a quick click, no surveys, no hoops to jump through. It only takes one of us to matter. And in this case, you most likely matter more than you ever can imagine. Thanks for your consideration.
The Breast Cancer Site
The Hunger Site
The Animal Rescue Site
The Child Health Site
The Rainforest Site
The Literacy Site
And a really, really cool site that just might possibly push your vocabulary to learn a new word: the UN’s World Hunger Program.
Hope your Easter (or Purim…hi, Shiny!) weekend is spectacular. xoxo
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