This morning I wrote an email to my sister. You remember, the one who went off on me about Thanksgiving. I never thought I'd see the day where you would act like this towards me but I guess there's a first time for everything. You're right, you have no idea what we went through so how about you just mind your own damn business and stop speaking on sh!t you don't know the first thing about. You all can go on pretending we dont' exist like you all normally do. We wont be at Xmas either... and you can blame yourself for that one.
I tried to explain that I have tried to work things out with my mother to try to repair our relationship but that our relationship will never be more than just civil until my mother can accept me for who I am.
She doesn't have to love it but she can't ignore it's existence.
My mother even went so far as to tell me that anytime I sent her a card if my name and my partner's name on it, she would just throw it away without even opening it.
Which is why I will never send her a card again...
...or maybe I'll take a picture of me and Jess f#cking like minks in leather chaps -- turn it into a Xmas card and mail that sh!t to her.
Haven't quite decided yet.
But I blog-ress...
So I wrote her this email and what do I get back? This snotty a$$ "Mom will never change you gotta deal with it" bullsh!t, mean, a$$hole email.
WTF??
Oh no this little goody two shoes, perfect-life-having, both parents actually give a crap about her, b!tch did NOT just tell me about MYSELF.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
Sister or no sister I'll drop that b!tch.
Anyway -- so I wrote her back and only particially held my tongue -- because the worst of my anger and forked tongue I save for only special occassions.
Kinda like The Cracken (if you know what I'm talking about there -- I'm very impressed).
Anyway, all told my last email ended like this:
I've not missed Xmas Eve at my grandparents' house in all of my life.
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The Perfect Storm
I want to live my life backwards...
You start out dead and get that out of the way right off the bat.
Then, you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day.
When you are kicked out of the home for being too healthy, you spend several years enjoying your retirement and collecting benefit checks.
When you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
You work 40 years or so, getting younger every day until pretty soon you're too young to work.
So then, you go to college: play sports, date, drink, and party.
After that you're at high school, become very popular because you are so mature, are an excellent athlete after your experience in college, and the first love is not your first, so you know how to handle yourself.
As you get even younger, you become a kid again.
You go to elementary school, play, and have no responsibilities.
In a few years, you become a baby and everyone runs themselves ragged keeping you happy.
You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, spa-like conditions: central heating, room service on tap.
Until finally...
You finish off as an orgasm.
I rest my case.
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...jingle horse, pick up your feet...
Welp, the time has finally come for Kristie to go to court for that ticket she got for failing to stop at a stop sign.
She's there as we blog.
I can hear the ka-chings ringing out of the courthouse from here. Can you smell my money burning up?
Yeah, me too.
Well, keep your fingers X'd for a Xmas miracle.
The panic around my office over the woman I am replacing leaving is really starting to work my nerves.
Never when starting a new job (which I do relatively often) have I:
a) had the person I am replacing train me for 7 months before they leave.
b) replaced someone so uber-organized that she has notebooks upon notebooks of instructions on exactly how to do her job.
c) had the person I am replacing tell me that she is only a phone call away and will be happy to answer any questions that come up once she retires.
....yet with all that...
I've also never seen my employers so frickin' panicked about the old person leaving. They are frantic these people.
OBVIOUSLY you thought I could handle the job otherwise they wouldn't have hired me... or at least that'd be my assumption.
Then trust me to do the god-d@mned job! Sheesh!
Seriously -- talk about undermining my self-confidence. I feel like I have to constantly defend the fact that I can do this job.
What new employee has to do that?
Don't get me wrong -- I am nowhere near hating this place -- let's just say I can't wait until Mother Hubbard leaves already so these people can chill the hell out.
So, to answer everyone's questions --- the quitting smoking thing has failed.
No I'm not giving up -- but let's just say it's going to be more of a process than I originally thought.
But we're still trying!! :)
I've also been ignoring my Big Gay Loser duties. But I am weighing in this Friday and am getting my mind back in the game.
But yeah -- I had totally lost my focus for a minute there.
Jess and I were watching Miami Ink last nite -- it was some sort of marathon -- and this woman came in and got a tattoo of a very boxy looking robot wearing a necktie and holding a briefcase and a gun to his head.
...because she hates corporate America.
I can relate. lol
Whatever happened to spouses being welcome to office Xmas parties?
My job doesn't allow spouses to come + I have to pay $10 and this year -- for the first time -- Jess' job is not having a big Xmas party at the Holiday Inn. It was a great party. I've gone for the last 3 years.
So her bosses are throwing a party themselves because they feel bad but now spouses can't come and it's going to cost them $25 to go.
Meanwhile the CEO's of these companies are rolling in money -- making more money than ever in history but does that money trickle down to the people who actually GENERATE the money?
You guessed it.
Lopsided b.s.
Oh and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO RONI!!
Sorry I meant to post it sooner... but...
Hope you had a great day!!!
Welp... time to put on my happy face and start coddling these people over Mother Hubbard leaving.
;)
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Oh god, here we go...
Frickin' Monday.
Vacation over.
It was good though -- very relaxing -- I vegged an AWFUL lot just like I hoped. :D
On Thanksgiving Jess and I went to Jess' mom's house for some grub... I had told my mother that I might stop by my grandparent's house afterwards since they have dinner at actual dinner time but since Jess isn't welcome in my mother's presence, I don't feel as if I'm welcome either. So I didn't go.
The next day I get a phone call from my little sister (20 years old) cussing me out for not going. This being the very first time we ever argued.
I explained to her that her anger should be with our mother since she is the one causing the rift here -- but she thinks I should be the bigger person.
I'm sorry but -- if being the "bigger person" means downplaying my wife's role in my life -- well, call me small then.
I do regret that it's keeping me from seeing my sisters as often but hell, they are both adults now -- they can hop in the damn car and come see me just as easily as I can come see them.
Can't say that it isn't upsetting me to be on the outs with my little sister but I already leave Jess behind on Xmas Eve (though she goes to her family's house usually) -- to be with my family -- I refuse to do it for two major holidays.
Being gay is no f#cking picnic so those of you out there that think this sh!t is a choice, you are sadly frickin' mistaken.
ANYHOO... when I got to work today I found out that the woman I am supposedly replacing at my job FINALLY set her retirement date.
December 31st. Of course, I'm on vacation from December 21st - January 2nd.... so in the next 4 weeks apparently I have to review all the same sh!t we already went over on how to do this job.
I'm so looking forward to it.
Not.
So a few weeks ago I got a used printer for the local gay community center that I volunteer for because when I tried to use the old caveman printer while I was there it went nuts on me and printed in a striped pattern.
So, I went on Freecycle and asked if anyone had an old printer they don't use anymore. So I got one -- took it to the center -- made sure it worked and what not.
Nice, right?
So this morning I get an email from one of the other board members saying we don't need a new printer and that I should use that new one if I want to use it but the old one is fine.
And being as I'm in NO mood -- I wrote back this:
I understand that you are used to the printer and all but if it doesn't work all the time, it's inefficient. I don't see the purpose of supplying two printers just because you refuse to get used to a newer one that works better. If I hit print it shouldn't print striped pages.Harsh? Maybe ...but f#ck that -- I did all that work to improve something and just because this b!tch IS a caveman we all have to live with a pain in the a$$ printer?
Oh.
Hell.
No.
If the sh!t don't work -- WE NEED A NEW PRINTER.
It's possible that I'm crabby today.
I spent most of the vacation sick -- I still have a cough -- which I will hold onto for a while... it kept me from sleeping last nite.
Nyquil didn't help.
I'm exhausted. :(
I better go -- lots of stuff piled up on my desk...
When he gobbles, you know he means it.
Not much in the way of news today -- just wishing all my friends in and out of the blog-o-sphere a Happy Thanksgiving since I won't be posting tomorrow.
And if you read me from outside of the United States -- happy -- ummm... Thursday. :D
Oh and in case you're wondering how the first Thanksgiving came to be.... here's the historically accurate recreation:
Eat a lot.
No, seriously -- I can't be the only one pigging out. ;)
Just typical.
Why is it that whenever I have time off I get frickin' sick?
I just bet that when I go to work on Monday, I will feel JUST fine.
I started feeling like crap on Sunday and yesterday I spent a lot of the day sleeping. Today I feel mostly better, but my neck and shoulders are stiff and I can't seem to shake this headache.
Jess' been fighting a cold for what seems like forever now.
It's a conspiracy I tell you. :P
Right now I'm sitting here on Kristie's laptop. This thing is frickin' awesome. I'm totally jealous. LOL
So Mickey got groomed this weekend... we're not sure why but we can't seem to get him to look like he did when he came to us.
So now he's got a cut like a springer spaniel. LOL -- it looks pretty funny. ;)
So Willow is growing sooooooooo fast. She's doubled in size since she first came. She and Mickey spend all their time play-fighting.
I do worry about Mickey's overprotection of his food and sometimes his toys.
In fact, the bastard had the nerve to growl at me this morning when I was standing behind him when he was eating.
I'd love to know how to break him out of that. Where's that Dog Whisperer guy when you need him...?
So remember the bike situation? I had pretty much given up on ever seeing my bike again. The school told me they wanted no part of it and also told me that the police wouldn't help me b/c they talked to the school officer and he said since the bike was given to him freely -- it was a civil matter.
So -- I begrudgingly dropped it.
Yesterday I get an email from the school telling me that the boy's parents want to make good on the bike and could they give them my number.
Huh.
Well that was a pleasant surprise.
So this morning I get a call from a woman with a heavy Irish accent. She was very nice -- and apologized up and down for her son not returning my bike and swore to replace the bike as well as the $20 that this boy "borrowed" from Jeremie a few weeks before the bike incident.
Who knew that this one was actually going to get resolved. Anyway -- I'm happy. :D
Welp, off to do homework and some laundry.
Here's your Moment of Zen:
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Sometimes -- learning is good.
I had to write a paper for my speech class this weekend.
I chose to write it on Mary Fisher - the founder of the Family AIDS Network, mother of 2 and HIV positive. She made a speech at the Republican National Convention in 1992 calling for action by the Republican Party to do something about the AIDS epidemic pandemic.
It was a really, really good speech. You should watch it.
But -- during HER speech she quoted a Pastor named Nemoellor who survived a Nazi death camp.
His quote truly inspired me.
They came after the Jews and I was not a Jew, so I did not protest. They came after the Trade Unionists, and I was not a Trade Unionist, so I did not protest. They came after the Roman Catholics, and I was not a Roman Catholic, so I did not protest. Then they came after me, and there was no one left to protest.Go out. Do good.
I will.
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There's so much I need to say to you --
In the 1400's a law was set forth
in England that a man was allowed to
beat his wife with a stick
no thicker than his thumb.
Hence we have "the rule of thumb"
YES!!! Friday is here!! Woot Woot!!
T-minus 7.5 hours til I'm ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutta here!! Woohooo!
Anyhoo -- hi!
So here's my question... who else knew that Blinkin' Blonuts raised their prices?? I didn't.
$2.23 for a medium coffee??? WTF is that???
Katie and I pulled into the drive thru on the way to work this morning and when she didn't say $1.89 (which I already thought was too much) I said "Wait, how much?" So I told her I'm never coming back.
I know what you're thinkin -- she doesn't give a rat's arse. LOL -- but it felt good to say it. lol
What's funny is that I got a Blinkin' Blonuts coupon in the mail yesterday -- did I bring it with me? Of course not.
$2.23... psh... picture that. I can buy an entire canister of coffee for $2.23 when it's on sale... are ya kiddin' me??
Oh shush -- these are the things that upset coffee addicts. lol
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So Jess and I got to hang out a bit with Kat and Tina and check in on Tina's recovery. She looks and sounds a lot better than she did the last time we saw her... it was fun... we had some pizza and antipasto and caught up on each other's lives.
Good times -- good times. ;)
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I don't know if you noticed -- but I got rid of haloscan comments. Now that Blogger added email notifications for comment replies, I figured there was no point to keep haloscan since that's why I added it in the first place.
Plus, Blogger notifies you of comment replies immediately while haloscan sends it whenever it feels like it AND when Blogger sends it, it sends their reply within the email and doesn't make me click on a link to go read it.
Me'likes simplicity. ;)
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Plans for the weekend -- Mickey's going for a grooming, I have 3 homework assignments and a test to do/catch-up on, possibly a Dump run... and not much else. SCORE!
I wanna be as lazy as is humanly possible for the next 9 days. :D
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So -- Kristie got contacted yesterday by that photographer who took her pics and he wants her to do another photo shoot with the Mayor of Norwalk next Wednesday.
How cool is that?
She's all excited. lol
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Ok, I gotta go pp. lol
Here's your Moment of Zen...
Everybody was Kung Fu fightin'!!
Have a great weekend!!
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Out of office reply: GET ME THE H3LL OUTTA HERE!
This always happens.
I'm soooooo anxious to be on vacation that I set up my out of office reply days in advance. I just can't hit that blessed radio button that says "I'm out of office".
Dag nabbit.
You know, I rarely get down in the dumps. I mean as a general mood... I'll get pissed to high h3ll about something but I won't usually be in a blanket sort of "Woah is me" mood.
But I do sometimes.
Yesterday was one of those days... I just felt overwhelmed with anything that is difficult in my life -- which is pretty much everything.
- I'm frustrated about what to do about going to school to become a teacher and that my path is not more obvious.
- I'm frustrated about being overloaded with options in that regard.
- I'm frustrated about Jeremie and his continued missing homework and crappy grades.
- I'm frustrated about the fact that I can't stop eating (I'm really starting to believe it's a compulsion).
- I'm frustrated about our finances and our perpetual need to push off paying off our debts.
- I'm frustrated about why my hair looks like sh!t the last few days. lol
- I'm frustrated about certain people in my life that do nothing but shoot me down and whether or not I need to keep them in my life or just turn 'em loose.
- I'm frustrated about the fact that I haven't done one thing film related in a long time and I feel like I have no time to.
- I'm frustrated about the fact that I haven't got ONE page of the script for my show on paper.
- I'm frustrated because I feel like I was meant for bigger and better things in my life and here I sit a glorified secretary bored out of my skull and completely repressed.
- I'm frustrated because I have no frickin' idea what "bigger and better things" I'm supposed to be doing.
Anyway -- those and a few others that are just too personal for even here were just weighing me down yesterday.
Jess, bless her heart, did all she could to bring me back up -- luckily, by nature, I don't tend to linger in depression too long and start to re-focus my mind almost right away.
Thanks baby.
Anyway, moving on... Kristie got back two pictures she took the other day with that photographer during that photo shoot thing.
This is my favorite of the two:
...sigh...
Do you know what I just realized? This time next year I'll be about to have a TWENTY YEAR OLD CHILD.
:::thud:::
I think I'm depressed again.
Today's featured blog: Coming Out of Left Field
Even though she's a Red
I think she got me with the special underwear. ;)
Welp, gotta fly -- here's your Moment of Zen:
OJ's 8th birthday party
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Blabbity, Blabbity, Boo.
I was listening to the radio this morning and they were talking about a company in Chicago that instituted a "no gossip" policy. Heavily punishable and can even lead to termination.
Man the entire patent department at GE would be on the chopping block if they ever adopted THAT policy.
OMG -- the GOSSIPING there was unlike anything I had ever seen. Seriously, it was like an art form.
And the woman who used to sit next to me in the cube farm (bless her heart) was one of the worst offenders. Which is why everyone thought I was "too quiet". My rule of thumb is, "No one will ever start gossip in the office with -- 'Tina said...'"
Every now and again I would slip and actually mention something about myself and it hit the rumor mill with lightening speed. I'm not kidding. It was the telephone game on crack.
For instance, I remember one time, I had just gotten into work -- it was 8-something in the morning -- my cube farm neighbor asked me if I was going down to the cafe to get breakfast and I said,
No, that's ok -- I forgot my money at home.One minute later this other employee walks into her cube and I can hear them talking through the lovely grey "wall" and she says,
Oh, Tina needs money.
What in the bloody HELL was that??? Are you KIDDING me?? So I yelled back for her not to tell people that -- that it wasn't true.
Ok, it was true, but still, what the hell?
This is when I adopted the "keep your trap shut" policy -- and it follows me from job to job. If I want to gossip about people at work, I'll tell Jess.
...or ummm, you guys. lol
Does anyone else think this is the sloooooooooooooooooooowest week in history???
Tomorrow I get paid, Friday Jess gets paid and -- let's just say -- we needed it about a week ago.
Come Friday at (roughly) 4:30 pm, I am ON vacation.
...and it couldn't come soon enough.
Luckily the office manager and my boss will be off on Friday -- which means I will be "Windows®" shopping for Krix-Miss -- at least as much as I can with this blasted firewall anyway.
Highlights from my Google Reader
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Today's featured blog: CO-Grumpy Granny
I started reading granny's blog because she stopped on over here once quite a while ago now. She's a lesbian grandmother who's not afraid to let it all hang out about how annoying that can be. lol
I so get a kick out of her.
I'm totally gonna be a bloggin' granny someday. ;)
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...and I wrinkle my nose...
Ugh, do you know the song from the title? It's all over the radio now.
There's something so.... I don't know Barney about this song.
You know... "I love you... you love me..." So, needless to say I find it annoying. ...and now it's stuck in my head. Lovely.
So, have you heard of Multiply yet? It's yet another social networking site. Which of course, I had to get in on. Add me as your contact.
I'm at www.multiply.com/angelincognito ;)
Lessee-- what else... the teaching plans are constantly transforming... ARC is now out of the question.
UB has a program that is not yet state certified that I would take if it were... the state has been "reviewing" the program for the last two years -- so it could get approved next week or in the next 5 years... who know... but there may be a bypass route I can take... I'm working that out.
I'm REALLY hoping that works out. If it doesn't I have to take a much harder road. You know, for a profession that is in SUCH a shortage -- you'd think they'd make it just a tad easier to get into, no?
Sheesh!
There are 8 members currently on the board (we're looking for 3 more). Of those 8, everyone is white but me and this other girl who is black (let's call her Elvira).
Well... Since I started working with them we meet monthly for board meetings, have retreats and events that we plan and execute together as a board. Not to mention tons of email interactions.
Despite ALL of that, however, there is this board member who CANNOT seem to stop confusing me and Elvira. She is CONSTANTLY calling us by the other's name and confusing what events we are hosting, setting up, or whatever.
At first it was funny and I'd laugh as I corrected her.
But every time it happened it got far less funny.
Several weeks ago this board member sent an email out to the board looking for one (or some) of us to cover a meeting that was happening on a Monday.
I responded that I could not on Monday and that I thought it would be a good idea if we all signed up for covering events at the Board meetings so that we aren't scrambling to do that a few days before these events.
So she writes back to everyone listing the board members who said they could cover this event (including me after I said I couldn't) and what else does she do?
Thanks ELVIRA for the suggestion about signing up for events beforehand. WTF???
Seriously... HOW MANY TIMES do I have to correct her?
Is she SERIOUSLY doing an "all minorities look alike" thing???
I do NOT get offended easily... at least not by people who are not close to me... but now I've about had it w/ this b!tch. So I responded to that email with this:
Maybe THIS time she'll actually make an attempt to get this sh!t right. Sheesh!I vote that "Elvira" and I wear name tags from now on... because J***s can never seem to get our names right! LOL
Also, my email said I would not be around this Monday... but it does sound like we have enough help. Happy about that.
Tina
The taller, lighter skinned one.
So my cousin, Monica aka Monchichi has now dropped her pending visit originally set for Wednesday - Sunday of next week to Friday - Sunday.
Taking wagers that I don't see her at all. LOL
(Hi Cheech!! ;)
Been a minute since I've done one of these...
And now... your Moment of Zen:
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Blast from the past...
Hey, remember when we used to WRITE stuff???
Take a gander...
Must Love Dogs
There's a house around the corner from mine that has a sign on the lawn that says "Not Here" and it's a picture of a dog in full-on poop mode.
If you look online you can find a bazillion variations of this sign for people to place on their lawns to dissuade people from allowing their 4-legged fuzzies of the canine variety from dropping a load on someone else's property.
Stands to reason.
If you don't have a dog, you don't exactly love stepping on dog feces when you are trying to enter your house.
So then tell me why it's OK for people to have 85 outdoor cats who are free to use the entire planet as their personal litter box?
Explain that to me.
I'll wait while you try to think of something....
.... in the meantime, WTF!?
Seriously!
Not only does cat poop smell 10x's worse than a dog's do but their urine has to be in league with the toxicity of uranium. I'd bet a week's salary it even glows in the dark.
This morning I was sitting on my couch waiting for the troops (read: dogs) to finish their breakfast so I could take them out.
While I'm doing that, I hear rustling of the leaves outside the window.
So I look out and there is this big a$$ cat doing the tell-tale "circling" on my front lawn. I watched as this bag of hairballs found an "appropriate" spot (yes, still on my lawn) and copped a squat in my grass.
The entire planet makes a big deal about making sure we pick up after our dogs but a cat? Oh nooooooooooooo they have the run of the place.
Those damn cats killed two of my newly planted plants this summer with just their pee and poop. One cat LITERALLY squatted right on top of one of those plants and pooped dead square in the middle of it.
A few days later it was compost. Totally destroyed -- $$ down the drain.
My neighbors on either side of me have about 8 outdoor cats combined. I'm the lucky b@stard who sits nestled in between them and gets to be their sh!t collectors.
THEN (since we share a yard) one of them had the balls to ask me one year to clean up the dog poop in the yard (which we usually do but sometimes we get behind)... oh but do they feel this huge sense of cleanliness when their cats are throwing a poop party in MY yard/garden and are murdering the plants we spent our precious time and hard earned money planting?
Oh noooooooooooo god forbid.
Can I find a "no cat pooping" sign to put on MY lawn?? Nope.
Because cats are so "independent" and "clean"... yeah right, my a$$. They're "clean" because you are letting them out to be "dirty" over at MY house!
Did you know that female cats are called queens and female dogs are called b!tches?? What dog hating b@stard came up with that sh!t?
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate cats. I don't necessarily LIKE them but I don't hate them. What I do hate is all the laws and rules and b.s. put on dog-owners that cat-owners don't have to comply with.
Like paying for licensing, cleaning of the poop, and leash laws and what not.
Meanwhile a lot of cat owners let their animals run amuck causing all kinds of havoc and destruction of property while we dog owners have to remain silent and compliant to a bunch of dog laws and "responsible ownership" courtesies.
Psh. I'm calling you out cat owners. If your cat doesn't live inside with you full time, then you are an IRRESPONSIBLE CAT OWNER.
If your cat is sh!tting anywhere but the litter box YOU pay for and clean out, then YOU ARE AN IRRESPONSIBLE CAT OWNER.
If your cat is cuddled up next to your front door in the driving rains, heat waves and blizzards, then YOU ARE AN IRRESPONSIBLE CAT OWNER.
If your cat is walking around the neighborhood looking ragged and tattered, then YOU ARE AN IRRESPONSIBLE CAT OWNER.
Now come get your d@mn cat!
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Insert clever title....
So Tina's surgery apparently went well. Yay!
We talked to Kat last night and though she sounded exhausted, all was well. :D
Here's to a FAST recovery!
So ENDA passed without the inclusion of the trangendered. While part of me is glad that at least we got some of the protections we desperately needed -- it boggles the mind that someone SOMEWHERE actually said: "It cannot be tolerated to discriminate in the workplace against gays and lesbians -- but feel free to knock them transgendered folk around all you like."
...ok, perhaps not verbatim, but that's essentially what they are telling the country.
It's really quite disgusting.
6 more work days until I'm on vacation!! Dear god I can't wait.
Hummina hummina there is a woman that came here for a meeting and she is HOT. Woooooo nelly. LOL
Totally not my type though -- she's about 18,000 times femmier than I am -- and well, I can't have that. ;)
You know, barely anyone is signing up for bowling -- I'm starting to think this isn't gonna happen.
I am not committing to this thing with 12 definites and 85 possibles. So get to recruiting people!!! ;)
So I took this quiz that I found on Hahn at Home's blog. You answer these questions and it tells you which Presidential candidate is most aligned with your beliefs.
AND because any thing that says "my$pace" in the link is firewalled here -- I couldn't get the code to post it all purty like she did... but... I also matched Kucinich by 70%. We just didn't agree on the line-item thing.
Told you baby! :P I think he rocks. Wish he had a snowball's chance.
If you want to take the quiz, it's HERE..
Today's featured blog: Cap'n Dyke, Pirate Queen & Rogue Blogger
Man I've been reading her for quite a while now. Very cool blogging theme -- as you can see -- it's all pirate and with a nice,
I do find the "pirate talk" a little tough to follow sometimes so I tend to do hit-and-run reading but she's definitely a great asset to the lesbo bloggin' world.
So go check her out. ;)
Gotta fly...
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Tina - Part Deux
Before I get to today's post I want to wish our friend Tina the best of luck on her surgery today. We're all pullin' for ya and know that everything will turn out just fine.
We love you and Kat and are here if you need ANYTHING -- now if I could just remember what f'ing hospital...
Whatev -- we'll be there!! :D
Can you believe I have YET ANOTHER headache??? Sheesh!
So everyone in the house went to bed on Nyquil.
...this is not a good sign.
This morning Katie (Katie which blog should I be linking to for you???) -- cracked me up on the highway...
This little pickup truck was riding my bumper and was alllll the way to my left on the highway -- totally aggravating me.
Well, at one point this guy ended up in front of me and I noticed that he had one of those "How's my driving?" signs with a phone number on the back.
So I tell Katie that I think it's funny that I was just annoyed w/ his driving and then saw that sign and what does she do??
...yep. She called the number. LOL
Frickin' nut.
After I dropped Katie off at work I was driving the 3 exits to my exit and on the highway (and I wish I could've gotten a picture)... was a sign on the overpass that said...
"Te Amo Princesita"
For the linguistically impaired that means I love you princess. ;)
...anyway -- I thought it was the sweetest, most romantic thing... can you imagine driving down the highway and seeing a sign from your sweetheart for the WHOLE world to see like that??
That guy/girl DEFINITELY got some brownie points for that one. :)
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So I'm in full-on panic mode about what to do about the school/teaching thing. I've decided to do the ARC program but -- it's about $3,500 AND my bachelor's degree has to be done by the time I sign up (May 16th) -- though I think I may have a WEE bit of wiggle room if I'm just finishing up when that time comes. HOPEFULLY.
I've also gotta take my Praxis I still... which I want to do next month so in case I fail it I have time to re-take (I can re-take it up to 6 times -- once per month -- within a 12 month period).
I also found out that I will be one history class short when I finish my B.S. so I have to figure out how to fit in another history class BEFORE May -- which means I may have to pay out of pocket since my financial aid won't cover another class in those terms. Am I pissed that the University of Bridgeport didn't tell me I needed all these history classes? You betcha.
They knew my goals. Now when I'm down to 6 classes left I find out I need 4 more history classes? Which would be fine if I didn't still have 3 non-history classes yet to take. Grrr.
I also have to find time to do some volunteer work with youth -- which I've started looking into.. It's part of the application process -- though I could waive out of it -- but I need every advantage I can for getting accepted into this program (there's only a 30-50% acceptance rate for getting into the ARC program).
There's just SOOOOOOOOOO much to think about and do in the next several months just to get INTO the program... not to mention the work involved after I'm in.
I'm this [ ] close to just throwing my hands up and giving up. It's just all so overwhelming.
BUT... Jess has been great and very, very supportive and encouraging and she swears up and down that I can do this.
And for my own sanity -- I have to at least try.
....sigh....
< /rant >
< /panic >
Can you explain to me the purpose of having a fake scrotum hanging from the trailer hitch of your pickup truck?
I'm just wonderin'....
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Oh my wittle head...
God I have a headache.
So, Willow has now had 2 out of 4 series of booster shots. We took her this weekend where we found out the poor thing had worms. :( We were wondering why she looked so skinny.
Anyway, she has bounced back rather nicely though. Her coat already looks better and she's already fattening back up.
We also talked to the vet about how much to feed these dogs. All over we get conflicting reports. The food bag says one thing, Mickey's old vet said...
"Dear God no! Don't feed him as much as they say on the bag! One cup 2x's a day is enough!"
The other vet says...
"Dear God no! FILL their bowls and whatever they eat in 15 minutes is enough!"WTF? Seriously?? Anyway, so we've gone w/ the latter. At first these f#ckers at the entire bowl filled to the top. I was floored.
But now they are slowing down to a normal pace.Mickey is also getting far more exercise now than ever before... both in the house playing with Willow and going for far more walks and runs... so all this extra food should not turn him into Jabba the Hut.
...so that's cool. :)
The quitting smoking and losing weight situation isn't going so great.
I'm not doing either well.
Hopefully I'll get my act together soon. You know what they say... if at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again. :)
Apparently my Google Chat is back up and running -- don't know why it wasn't -- or why it's back but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
A big ole HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our friend Maggie!
Hope you have a great one!! :D
So Jess and I are probably going to a women's boxing match on the 24th. The boxer's partner is her promoter it seems. She sent me her girl's mysp@ce page. HERE'S THE LINK.
I haven't checked the page out yet myself... but I've never seen women's boxing in real life (men's either come to think of it)... but hey, what the heck...
The tix are a bit pricey (the cheapest are $35) but we need to support women's sports -- and lesbians in those sports... so there ya go.
I wonder if anyone noticed/deciphered the hidden messages/jokes in yesterday's entry? Hmmmmm
Well, gotta fly.
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Oh the pain.... oh the agony...
...of defeat.
On so many levels:
#1 - the quitting smoking thing made it 2.5 days and I buckled. 3 homework assignments, 2 exams and a paper apparently was more pressure than I could handle. It started with a "borrowed" cigarette on Saturday and a pack bought on Sunday.
BUT -- I knew this might happen -- what's good is that I KNOW I can do it. I could feel it. I just gotta see it through.
Now I've messed up the smoking and the eating.
Lovely.
#3 - It would appear that work finally caught onto the httpS sneak around to get to GChat -- which was my last hope of IMing at work. Bastages.
Back to the cave days for me... omg does this woman look happy to you!?! ...sigh...
So I guess I'm back to the old-school methods of communicating -- and this is what I have to say to my nosey a$$ employers:
So there.
In the meantime, I've logged in to Yahoo Messenger on my cell phone. Hit me up there ;) (my SN is tina4her).
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So, I've thrown the bike situation back into the hands of Jeremie's school. I realize that I rarely speak of the good things Jeremie does on here and now people think I'm raising the devil's spawn... but he really isn't THAT bad a kid.
Yeah, he talks back, has very little sense of how to make good choices, and does really idiotic things as a result -- he is still a very good kid at heart. He's sweet, funny, can be very thoughtful when you least expect it and he's very sensitive.
Anyway, why I'm saying all of this is because sometimes people say things that makes me think that the world has a really REALLY poor opinion of him... and that's my fault... and that maybe what I say about the kids should be more evenly distributed.
People think Kristie's perfect and Jeremie's evil... and they can definitely swap positions sometimes.
But I blogress...
ANYWAY -- the way I see things w/ this bike situation is that Jeremie was on his way home FROM school. I believe he was bullied/pressured into giving up the bike. From the same kid that "borrowed" $20 from him (you know him with no allowance or job) weeks ago and never returned it.
I believe Jeremie is afraid of this boy but won't own up to that.
And that my bike has been lost in the fray.
I gave Jeremie every opportunity to recant his side of this story and warned him of the battle yet to come and he is adamant that that is what happened. So that is what I believe and that is what I am going with.
So... I've contacted the school and demanded that they help me see this thing through. The passing of the buck has already begun. But the way I see it, when my kids stole stuff it was ALL about me jumping through hoop after hoop to fix it. Now someone else steals my stuff and I'm still the one jumping through hoops.
I will not have it.
................... boy a cigarette would be nice right about now.
...sigh...
Ahem... alright. I'm going now. Get on Yahoo messenger and chat w/ me d@mn you! ;)
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There's only us, there's only this.
Day two of quitting smoking.
I'm doing remarkably well.
I'm shocking myself, really.
Don't get me wrong, it's not easy. Every now and again I am gripped with this haywire electrical malfunction and I feel my body screaming for some nicotine. But it's short-lived.
REALLY strong minty gum helps. If I inhale with it in my mouth it's nearly the same sensation as a Newport.
I really like Dentyne Ice's Arctic Chill. It's been pretty helpful.
So has the kids' Halloween candy.
...and walks around the parking lot at work.
I also have these moments where my heart is beating a mile a minute. My heart just starts RACING... it's a little unsettling... but I know this is all a ruse.
...breathe...
How do you respond when someone says this to you:
I was watching the Style channel, and saw this chik that looked soo much like you it was scary. She was having some cosmetic surgery done on her labia.
Gross...but I just notice that she looked like you in the face..lolol
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Lessee, what else... oh... so get this... quite a while ago I got this free 10 speed bike from Freecycle. So I let Jeremie borrow it to take to school since now he has to walk and really didn't think much more about it.
So the other day he calls me after school and I ask him where my bike is and he tells me that some boy borrowed it on the way home from school "a few days ago" (which turned out to be really a few WEEKS ago)... and hadn't returned it.
We find this all out on Monday.
I gave this boy until today to give me my bike back or I was getting involved.
So as a head's up I emailed Jeremie's dean to let him know what was up and what my expectations were for today.
He takes it upon himself to ask the school's "Officer Friendly".... and it all boils down to -- the cop says there's not much they can do b/c Jeremie GAVE him the bike... and there's nothing the school can do b/c it happened off school property.
UNFUCKINGBELIEVEABLE.
I don't give a f#ck, I'm filing a police report regardless. I'm pretty sure that loaning someone something doesn't give them exclusive right to it forever more.
If it does?? I've got me a LOT of "borrowing" to do at the bank, diamond stores and other such locations.
Welp, gotta f