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This is my busy day. I've got all the checks printed out at this point and I am all set for the day besides my usual stack of crap. Plus, no one is here, so I have to rant while I can. We had a crappy old check printer. It would stop and eat the checks and cause some major catastrophe a little too often. After ALOT of bitching and moaning, they decided that we should get a new one. New to us, anyways. Our IT guy brings it up and says something about it being a BRAND new printer. I was a little impressed and excited. Until someone came up behind him and said, this cord was with it, don't you want it. Now maybe I read the situation wrong, but it seemed like she was bringing the cord up from her office. NEW printer, MY ASS. Something about it made me think he was just trying to mollify the accounting team. Cause we are just crazy and have no idea what we are talking about. This "new" printer has decided to just stop occassionally and make me freak out, then start again. ...

This movie was on (and prolly still is right now) USA over and over again while I was sick. Everytime I turned on that channel I would see this movie. Don't get me wrong, I love Brendan Fraiser (not enough to watch Encino Man), but this movie was lame-ass compared to the other one. The original was a damn good movie. I will watch that movie any day, but this one kind of pisses me off. I do like the pygmies, you don't get pygmies in the first one, but that is the only better point. I hate how every other second they are kissing. (get your mouth off him, woman) I like a good romance movie, but this is an action movie. I get that you love each other and all that happy bullshit, but this is an ACTION movie. It's no wonder their kid got kidnapped. Every time he was doing something he shouldn't have been they were off kissing, or at least leaving him alone. You DON'T leave kids alone, for chrissakes. I do kinda like the end. And it always gets me when she dies. Oh well.

My favorite work buddy has realized while I was gone that she can go to lunch with someone else. No, I'm kidding, she always knew that, and I did too, so why am I feeling unaccountably sad that she hasn't gone to lunch with me since I have been back, and not even expressed interest in going to lunch with me? Or really expressed much of an interest in how my vacation went? I don't know people. Wish I knew more people around this area that I could go to lunch with. I hate barging in and inviting myself all the time. I guess I am just feeling lonely. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my show buddy hasn't called or given me any indication that she is even going. (Which means I can't go, as I don't have a ride otherwise. Not even sure I am entirely up for it, but it would be nice to have a choice.) She prolly is, but with someone else, who doesn't make as big of a deal about it as I do. Fuck it, I have fun there. So, whatever. If she doesn't wan...

He came home on Tuesday and started in on his homework. We were smart enough to make him do his homework right after school right from the get-go, this is what he always does. And by we, I mean the boyfriend. He is the one who has always been home with him after school. He is SO smart. Thank god, because I wasn't feeling too hot. He doesn't complain, but who would complain about 2 minutes of homework anyways? He starts reading and he gets to cannot. Which was when he looks at me and goes...Mom, that's a compound word. Not sure if he thought I wouldn't know, or if he was just sharing new information, but I thought it was cute. He is getting to be quite the little reader. Jake said something the other day about him trying to read his shirt. Which can't be good, because the shirt said something about.."I am trying to see things from your perspective, but I can't get my head that far up my ass." He said he put his hands in front of Ass, but Derek was still...

Gracelyn sent me an invite to Gmail. Yay, I am all hooked up. I figured I would send my comments to that addy, and then I could be all seperated out and stuff. Oh good lord, I am gonna have way TOO many e-mail addresses. I am outta control. *grin* Miss Karina, what is up with you? I read your post about Ella, but didn't have anything to contribute. Being good to your carpal tunnel and not blogging? I miss your posts. Thoughtful and beautiful, even when they do have some sad subjects. Hope to hear from you soon.

Has anyone seen "Shaun of the Dead"? I watched this yesterday, while in bed. It was kick ass! Too funny, really. Although a little gross at parts. Still, I liked it. Right up there with "Cannibal: The Musical", I guess. They both had fairly gross parts, but they were still funny. "There's a girl in the garden." "She's so dead drunk", and later "Well, they were a bit bitey." I love those lines. OK, the "dead" drunk line was a bit campy, but still. Also: "We aren't using the zed word." I highly recommend it.

Well, I feel much better. A big thank you to anyone who was worried about me. I am ok, now. It was REALLY bad Monday night. So bad that I decided the go ahead and take the medicine given to Ben for the throwing up. Oh, the indignity. Didn't sleep well, too afraid of my body betraying me. So Monday and Tuesday night, I woke up almost every hour and went to the bathroom and shuffled my way back to bed, moaning the whole time. The poor boy, he puts up with so much. He was so SUPER helpful. He put Derek to bed for me on both nights and got up early and took the kid into school each day. Thank god. I really felt like crap. Last night was the first night I was able to sleep most of the night through and not wake up with a headache. Prolly dehydrated. I didn't want to eat much, cause it would all come back out. Chicken noodle soup and some toast yesterday. Last night I felt well enough to eat Pizza, so that was nice. I even had some coffee this morning. I just hope the little one does...

On the debate as to if I am sick or not, I truly think I am. The bagel I had for lunch did nothing to comfort the stomach. Instead, I think the waves of pain are worse. It's not abating, it is pain, and then waves of EXTREME pain and convulsions, and if I could throw up, I would so be throwing up, but since I can't, I don't appear sick enough for anyone to tell me to have some damn good sense and go home. I keep thinking maybe this wave of convulsions will be the one that makes me be able to throw up again. It could happen. If that is the case, then maybe I should be thankful to the flu. I don't know, people. I just know that I don't feel good, and I am freezing, but I don't have a fever so fuck it, I can't really be sick. And if I could throw up people, I just woulda threw up all over the parking lot. Instead I got to spit until I felt better. Yay! I'm going home now, I can't take it anymore. I might be back tomorrow, don't know yet. Can you tel...

These e-mails are outta control. This one came from my GRANDPA, my Grandpa! people, is there no end to the madness? A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed? "Breast-fed" she replied. "Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered. She did. He pinched her nipples, then pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a detailed examination. Motioning to her to get dressed, he said, "No wonder this baby is underweight. You don't have any milk." "I know," she said, "I'm his Grandma, but I'm glad I came.

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Since I am getting sick, I thought I would steal this from Magenta , while she can't get mad at me. *grin* Who is gonna get mad at someone with the flu? I, too cannot figure out how to underline, so fuck that. Read on....... Bold the ones that you've read, italicize the ones you've read parts of, and underline ones that you want to read (I used parentheses because I'm weird today and can't figure out how to underline - this was stolen too, and doesn't apply to me, I don't have the time or inclination to parenthese each one I would like to read ). #1 The Bible; Old Testament , New Testament #2 Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain #3 Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes #4 The Koran #5 Arabian Nights #6 Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain #7 Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift #8 Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer #9 The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne #10 Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman #11 The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli #12 Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Bee...

Well, I am definitely sick people. I don't have the sick days or vacation days though, so I am kinda screwed. I think I am running a small fever, but my stomach is just getting worse. So I have decided that it will all be fine if I don't eat anything. Right? Sure, I am a little dizzy, but not hungry so it should be fine.

This weekend I was reading Blender magazine and they had an interview with someone from the Sex Pistols and he had a cheesy pick-up line that I had never heard and I thought I would share. So here it is: Nice Legs. When do they open? Also forgot to warn Jake about Derek's coughing fits and told him when they brought him back about it. He was like, yeah, I had just ordered pizza and paid for it when he started coughing and turning purple. First of all, I think he was exagerrating, if the child had ever turned purple when he was coughing, we would be in trouble. Second of all, the way he kept saying it...like I had just bought dinner and then he started coughing and blah, blah, blah. He made it sound like he couldn't believe the audacity to start coughing after he had already paid for dinner. If he really WAS purple, then your ass shoulda been rushing him to the hospital. Fuck the food and expense. You have a child, your life is not always gonna work out the way you planned it, ...

You know what? I am a BAD person to take care of anyone when they are sick. Poor Ben, I was about to tear my hair out. I am used to having a sick child and having him lay around listless, but this moaning and shit was getting to me. Not sure if it was because I couldn't do anything about it, or what. Plus, I am no good to myself when there is no one to be with. I had coffee, A brought me it, and a cheeseburger with cottage cheese and Doritoes to eat on Saturday. And that was it. I was busy and apparently, can't be bothered to eat when others aren't eating. Derek had dinner with his dad, so I didn't worry about it. But now I am not sure if my stomache hurts because it shrank, or if I really have the flu again. No fever, so that is good. I was moody and mopey on Saturday and it is a good thing Ben was too out of it to notice. He takes pretty good care of me when I am sick, but I was annoyed, and it made me feel bad. I did clean up some puke and he never had to clean up pu...

Seriously, it was my last night and I wanted to play some games and stay up as late as I could and get the damn plastic eggs filled. Sadly, it was not to be. We went to bed at 2 on Friday, and Ben was up at 5, throwing up viciously. About every hour and getting no sleep in between. I think, well, that is some hangover, but he is determined that it is something else. No temp, in fact, it is lower than normal. This continues every hour or so and he can not keep anything down and it throwing up bile. TMI, I know, sorry. So, we call ask a nurse and we are wondering if maybe it had something to do with the potato salad being left out (not for very long, but I don't know how long) and they are like, it is fine unless he becomes super dehydrated. This boy doesn't get sick very often and he doesn't handle it well. He is moaning and not being able to sleep it off, which is what the little one does, and he decides that I should call his parents. So, I call and they make an appt. for ...

Well, fuck it all people. I had a HUGE post about Friday and blogger screwed me before I could copy it. Friday I started cleaning the house. This is where I became an accident waiting to happen. I took out the ribs and decided that I should clean the crock pot right away. I am almost done and I was inspecting the thing for cleaness, when I dropped it in the sink. I think, shit, there goes my crock pot, and I am a little surprised to see that I don't see any cracks in the thing. Which was when I realized that there was a HUGE fucking chip in the sink. Apparently, my crock pot is one bad motherfucker and if you piss it off, it will beat the hell outta you. Of course, it felt like the end of the world, because now I gotta call the landlord and inform her of my dumbness. I hate calling her, cause she is crazy. Nice, but crazy. UGH! The lackeys came over. I say lackeys because the idea was to weed the yard for food, but after my brilliant ruining of the sink, I thought maybe I should le...

I am almost glad to be back. My whole vacation consisted of me being an accident waiting to happen and being way too emotional over the whole thing. Wednesday, my first day off, Ben tells me that Derek has been coughing very badly and that he should prolly go to the doctor. I hate taking him to the doctor for a cough, I usually get them telling me he is fine and giving me one of those attitudes, like I am crazy. He appeared to be PERFECTLY fine in all other ways. Not extra sleepy, jumping around like a maniac, and all the things boys do. But every so often, he would have a coughing fit and it would seem like he would never stop. After the boy's pronouncement, I think about all of this and that the kid's doctor is out on River Road (cause I am dumb, I don't think I could get any farther away) and I started crying. Why? Cause I am a dumb ass and I was too emotional. So, I call the doctor and make an appt for Thursday and too make it worse, I decide, might as well get it over ...

Yes, it is a song title. It's from a song for "Pikachu's Vacation". Yes, that is awful, but I don't care. This is going to be my last post before I am off folks. Off for 5 whole days. I can't even imagine, it has been so long. Since Sept. last year, after the whole wedding fiasco. I am gonna sleep (as late as I can) and I am gonna watch Soap Operas (cause I suck) and I am gonna play Mario Brothers. And have a barbecue and maybe weed the yard, and definitely play some games. I gotta get caught up on kicking A's ass. She is WAY too good at those damn games. She wins everytime. But I did win on Monopoly the other day. I had close to $5,000 and most of the properties. Everyone goes for dark blue, but I got all the orange ones and after they landed on them every turn, I started thinking, hey, maybe the oranges are the ones to have. Don't know, seemed to work for me. Well, I am off. Hope you don't miss me too much. But I also hope you miss me at least a ...

Damn, my stomach HURTS. I am such a pain-wimp. So I sit here and try not to be too PMSy about it. Is it working? No, well screw you then. I want to drink so that my tummy will feel better. Funny that I HATE taking medicine when I can avoid it, but I will advocate drinking to make my tummy feel better. More likely, it is just that I can't feel the cramps and therefore, I think I feel better. I don't know. At this point, I am just trying to figure out how to get the alcohol without taking a "thousand hours" to get it. Where is the car I am supposed to have? Just moping cause I don't feel good. Can't imagine making the boy go out after I get home to get alcohol. Also can't imagine feeling well enough to go downtown and walk over to the liquor store. How is it that there isn't a liquor store anywhere on CAMPUS?

My father lives in Colorado. He has never seen my son and hasn't seen me in 12 1/2 years. Safe to say, he prolly wouldn't recognize me on the street. He calls for holidays and is so unsure of himself that I get a lot of...Well, uh huh, uh huh. Seriously, he just repeats himself until he can think of something else to say, so I go out of my way to have plenty to talk about. What, me talk? He always asks if I am still working at "that one place". Like I am just gonna up and change my career every holiday or something. You have worked at the post office since you were 18, Dad. Don't you get it? Maybe I am more like you than like mom, but whatever. We get a HUGE box in the mail on Saturday, right after I told Tara that my Dad would prolly send Derek and Easter basket and I shouldn't worry about it. I was right, it is HUGE. And full of Crayola stuff. Some chocolate, but mainly drawing stuff, which is wonderful. Derek kept saying it funny last night though. He is l...

but I love "href", I could sit here and type href all day. I am not sure if I just like the way it looks or what, but I might have to include links to ALL blogs just to get over my addiction with the href. Ooooh, after ALL blogs, I could put in music links and South Park links, and boy could I make this blog fucking cool. One stop shopping for all things cool. Throw in some Aqua Teen and maybe Foamy links and I am good to go.

And I have to draw attention to my links. I sectioned 'em out, because I was getting too many. I might be adding soon though. Found some very cool blogs. Of course, I don't know most of them, because they all live too far away. It kinda makes me sad, I think I could get along with some of these new people really well. Like Jessica . My kid has the same name as one of hers (even spelled the same), for chrissake. And we had them at almost the same time in our lives. It doesn't get more in common than that, people. I'm terribly amused by her blog. Plug, plug, plug, also there is some damn impressive cleavage over there. Can I put a link to your site here, Jessica? (over to the side, anyways - I already linked you to this post) I must amuse people with your blog.

More than halfway through the day...maybe I can make it. I think I can, I think I can. Should I go to lunch now? Did you know that if you refresh your e-mail about every 5 minutes, there is a new message in your bulk-mail? Between losing weight and increasing my penis size, I just don't know what to do with myself. How do they know that I need to increase my penis size? *grin* I mean, it's so small, it isn't even there. Sorry, I am bored and I couldn't resist.

What I would really like, but I am not gonna get is some McDonald's french fries with a quarter pounder. MMMM! Why can't there be a McDonald's on campus?

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I don't crave chocolate like normal people, I crave MEAT. I think it has something to do with Iron? I don't know, but I always want Meat around this time for me. If I could only get a medium done steak, I might have enough and then I would be happy. I will more than likely end up with a bacon cheeseburger. Cause cheese is also something I always want, but especially now. Last night I ate some SUPER EXTRA SHARP white cheddar cheese. The expensive kind, but so worth it. It is so YUMMY. A few slices of that last night and I was good to go. Almost the same as Meat, but not quite.

The boys came and had lunch with me yesterday. First the child wanted to go to the bar next door for chicken strips. Yes, they do have good chicken strips. They also stop serving minors after 3:00, and it was 2:15. Usually not enough time to wait for the food and then eat it. We convince him that Dairy Queen is good. We order and 3 minutes later, the child is like....."Is it EVER gonna get here?" I'm thinking....No, never, ever. But that would be sarcastic, so I tell him yes, and thank goodness we didn't go to the bar, cause that would have taken longer. "I'm hungry." "Of course you are, it will be done in a minute." Food comes, he eats all the chicken strips and starts bargaining about the fries. "Do I have to eat ALL the fries to get an ice cream?" "Yes, you do. What happened to I'm Hungry?" Am I the only person in the world who has to argue with their child about eating fast food fries? Needless to say, he didn't ...

I won't be here for 5 whole days, people. I might be able to sneak in somewhere, but I am not promising anything, so I am gonna leave you with a ton to read. Maybe, as long as I have time. Prolly more quizzes and some more stories, if I can think up some good stories. Here's something kind of funny. Last night the BF had to go and do something, so it's just me and the child. I needed to clip his nails, so I go about this. After putting on my Norah Jones CD, because my head hurt like a bitch, and I was mad PMSing. I figured it would mellow me out. The child pops up with "Do you listen to any rock music?". I tell him "I usually like my music for the voices, so no, I don't listen to much rock." I get "Ben likes rock." (I knew they were teaming up on me when the child started playing "air guitar") "Well, yeah, and we don't like the same music." "Oh, well, I like rock and disco." DISCO! WTF? How does he even kno...

If today goes as slow as yesterday, I might start screaming. I don't know if it's because I am off tomorrow, or what, but the days have been dragging. I've already been here for 2 hours. I came in at 7:15 to make up a little time for tomorrow. I use those damn vacation days as soon as I get them. And I wanted more than 4 days off, so I figure, screw it, I just won't get paid for tomorrow. Oh well, not the end of the world. I just figured I would come in and make up a few hours. But damn, am I tired. I will be so HAPPY tomorrow morning when I don't have to get up and come to work. Not to mention, I don't have to deal with the talker this week at all. It has been so quiet and nice around here. People are kinda leaving me alone today, so far anyways. I think I might be heading over to cover a break at Customer Service though. So maybe I will get something funny to read.

In preparation for my big night next Friday (9 days not counting today), I have to recount the last concert I went to. I tend to get loud at these things. I will warn anyone who might come with me now. I used to find a seat and sit through the whole thing. But after having the kid, and realizing that it is rare to get out, I go a little crazy. It is one of my greater outlets. So, I scream. Especially when dumb people squeeze their asses in front of me to get a better look. I want a better look, fuckers. Get outta my way. I am so not kidding when I say that people in front of me will look around behind them after I have went off. If they don't see me yelling, they are like...Who the fuck was that? Apparently, I don't look like a screamer. If they are cool, they kinda shake their heads, but at least they look amused. If they aren't cool, then they need to not be in front of me. Last time I went, the girl I usually go with brought her mom along. Very nice woman, and I was look...

I don't really feel the need to go into much detail, cause I feel dumb as fuck about this. As if PMSing wasn't enough, I think I just got screwed outta $85.00. MOTHERFUCK! I wish I could scream that as loud as possible. Basically, I gave up my money for something before it was in my possession and now the person who owes me is nowhere to be found, and no one is real clear on when they will be available. You know, I thought I surrounded myself with better people than that. Apparently not, it is really no wonder I don't trust people. FUCK!

Oh My GOD!!! The computer buyers office is right next to the bathroom. I walk by it a million times a day. Usually, the door is wide open. (the door to the bathroom) Even though there are signs that say, "please close the door behind you". So, the computer guys decided that maybe people just weren't seeing the signs. Now we have 4 BRIGHT YELLOW signs on every wall. Am I the only person who thinks people read the signs, but they just don't care? Although if this works, I might have to go and write on the bottom of all the signs.."Don't pee on the seat, don't pee on the floor." Or maybe just get a target and somehow put it in the toilet?

Blogger and I are gonna have words today.....and I think I just might be fiesty enough to win. Between my stomache hurting like a bitch, and my head starting to ache, and all the FUCKING people who keep talking around me, I am not getting shit done. And the thing I am working on, will NOT work out right. But goddamit, if I keep hearing the cashiers whispering and talking at the counter, I might have my head explode. The worry about people behind me, reading over my shoulder, isn't helping. I HATE it when people are in and out of the office a million times. Make up your fucking mind, are you in or not? It's worse than a fucking dog, or my kid....in and out, in and out. My brain isn't really fathoming any questions or anything. I think maybe my brain already went on vacation, it couldn't wait. But it certainly doesn't help when people ask half-questions. What is that all about?

LOVE Eminem....his lyrics speak to me. Thought I would give some more background to all you people who read this but haven't had the opportunity for me to talk your ear off. And actually, I liked this lyric for a title, but in all honesty, my son DID make me who I am today. On with the story all. I became involved with my son's father (Jake) at the age of 15. We went out for a week. Then I found out he cheated on me with his ex. We broke up and he married his ex. That lasted for about 3 months. Then we got back together. (I know, not smart). I was a DUMB teenager. We were sleeping together before we started "going out" on February 13th (yeah, he thought that was original), which was the day I got pregnant. Kinda, anyways, you girls know how it works and that it is just kind of an educated guess. I don't know exactly when. I thought I was immune, I guess. He thought he was allergic to condoms and I thought it wouldn't happen, I guess. I found out in March and t...

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Could not come up with anything good for a song lyric here, Dammit. Just thought I would do better then Saturday (yet again) for a title. Went shopping at Winco. It was fun and totally disjointed. I got a huge snake for the child. It is cute, but I already had a seam rip out. Damn cheap stuffed animals. Oh well. I will fix it soon. I swear. I was so crazy about how I was doing my shopping, that by the time I got home, the ice cream was fucking melted. The lid came right off when I tried to get it out of the bag. Wonderful! My date with Karina turned into a trip to the mall. I love VRC. It is the best mall. Gateway is so LAME in comparison. Really. Less people who I don't want to see and more cool stores. I did run into Heather A's boyfriend, Mike. He is so cool, although a little shy I think. It takes him a little to really hang with me. Him and Heather just moved in together and I am so excited for them. He is the BEST boyfriend she has ever had. Ran into ThatGirl as well. I ...

You Are 50% Normal (Somewhat Normal) While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself How Normal Are You? Damn, now that is kinda a scary picture.

Ok, I have to brag here, cause I am so impressed. I got laid twice in like 7 hours today. OK, so between last night and this morning, I guess it might count as two days, but who cares. I am just psyched that that is how I got to wake up on a MONDAY morning. It really made all the difference.

Well, here it is.....yay, Friday. Just thought I would leave you all with something good for the weekend. Plus, I need to get the boob candle off the top, so it isn't the first thing that shows when I check on my page. MMMMM, Vanilla scented boobies. I've had those occasionally. Now, I was sitting here thinking, shit I don't have crap to blog about, when I remembered (how could I FUCKING forget) that Steve Perry was just in my store!!!! No, not the ugly, old one from Journey, but the LEAD SINGER (and the object of my obsession, and never ending lust - damn, does he shake his hips the right way) of the Daddies. It took me a moment to realize and then I was like, damn, how did I miss him for so long? So, my talky co-worker was like.......he is so short (UMMMM, not on stage, dumbass) and I want to see his face. So, we nonchalantly looked at the kid's clothing and waited for him to leave. Meanwhile, she looks at me and is like....You're getting all blushy. Yes, it happe...

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You'll Get Caught Doing it On the Kitchen Table ! You're a traditional girl with a flair for romance. You appreciate a candlelight dinner and a good bottle of wine. You believe love improves sex, but you've been known to be impulsive. The kitchen table fits your impulsive nature perfectly... And it's great for not messing up the bed when you're having an affair. On the outside you look proper and even a bit conservative. But on the inside, you're hotter than your oven on "Broil"! - Especially when you start fantasizing about your crush walking in! Where Will You Get Caught Having Sex? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

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I got a really FUCKED up one here for you guys. I don't even know how the hell all this got into my subconcious to attack me while I was sleeping. Kinda dis-jointed, but this is Random Thoughts, so what did you expect? Anyhow. The first thing I remember about my dream was hanging out with Idiot (ex-roomate, kinda ex-boyfriend - and he knows I call him this and he thinks it is "funny"). Why I would be hanging out with him, I don't know. People decided that there should be a party at my house and so they said they would bring everything that was needed and we could hang out. Cool, I'm thinking. But their version of bringing everything we needed was to make sure there was enough BEER! Ick. I can drink it, and I will, but if you give me a choice, I am gonna drink Rum and Cokes. So, I go to the store and Ben says he will wait for me, cause I gotta run back in, because I left my shoes? (I don't know either). When I get back out, he has left and went back to the hous...

The boy stayed the night last night. He was there all last week and he stayed Monday night. Then he went home Tuesday night and he stayed last night. Maybe something good came out of the bus strike. Maybe he has decided that he likes being around me a lot. I guess we will see. I am gonna try and get a bank account next week and then that will resolve the issue of him not being able to live with me. Damn rules and regulations. It is so complicated. We watched South Park last night and Cartman is such a dirty BASTARD! Making the grown ups buy him a truck so that Kyle would get jealous. Poor Kyle. And while I may be a hippy, I don't go around talking about corporations, so not only am I a hippy, but I am a SHALLOW hippy. Oh well, gotta have something in life. *grin*

I have CAFFEINATED mints. Seriously, it says that 3 of them are a serving and three of them have as much caffeine as one soda beverage. I figure if I take 10 or 20, I should be good to go. *grin*. My breath will be fresh and my eyes will be bugging out, but at least my breath will be fresh. Also, my knee is hurting like a bitch, and I didn't do SHIT to it. What the fuck?

Miss Talker over here keeps saying "ruut" when she really means "root" and it is driving me FUCKING CRAZY! Do you live in the south? No, you were born and raised in Oregon...Then did you live in the boonies? Not nice, I know, but DAMN, quit talking like that. It brings to mind something Ben said the other day. It was something about when you watch a show, they talk like us - on the west coast - even if they are "in" New York. Where are the New York accent? Like on Friends ....none of them have accents. And so help me god, if I hear one more person say "orygone", I will cut them. It's Oregon, and I kinda say it like "organ". With a little space in the middle for the "e". But I don't say it "oreegan". Just please, for the love of god people, talk like me *grin*.

So, I am a dumbass....really. In light of my asking the boy to cut my arms off, and the wierd, fucked up dreams I have, you'd think that I would pick some light, fluffy, fictional book to get into. But no, the other day at lunch, I didn't bring my fictional MURDER mystery book with me, so I looked in our books down there and ended up with a non-fictional MURDER book. The Susan Smith story. I like MURDER stories....why?, I don't know why. Maybe because my mother loved them and I read them when she was done, but with my over-active imagination you would think that I wouldn't like these books, along with Stephen King....(again, I am a DUMBASS!) I've only got into the very beginning, but already they have quotes from people saying, "wow, we never knew, she loved those kids, blah, blah, fuckity blah." Umm, hello, she killed those kids and lied about it. Which just leads me to the real point of this whole post and that is that you don't ever really know othe...

Also, I got hugs and a kiss straight on the mouth from the child last night. I was smart enough to bring home "The Mouse and the Motorcycle" and he LOVED it. He was like....we read that in school mom and I liked it. Well, duh, I remember you telling me that and that is why I special ordered the book for you. Ok, so I didn't say it that way, that would be rude, but I was the BEST mother ever yesterday.

The talker at work is STILL butting in on my conversations. Was I looking at you? No? Then I am NOT talking to you. It really IS that easy. Talking to our Controller about the Peterson guy getting the death sentence, and how that didn't go over real well in my house. I think he did it, the boyfriend agrees, but insists that they did not have enough evidence and the guy is getting screwed for screwing around on his wife. Sounds like justice to me...a screw for a screw. But what do I know? /rant However, we are talking about it for maybe a couple of minutes and then she is like....What? when we explain, she is like, Oh, I don't know about that, I don't keep up with that. MMMM. What The Fuck? So, don't ask me about it. Then just now she was like, what are you talking about regarding something else that doesn't INVOLVE her? Who said that? She is such a gossip monger. And now for something completely different......Well, my stomache STILL hurts like a bitch. Only occasio...

You know, I don't have any really good stories today. Nothing that important happened on the bus, nothing happened last night. HMMM, is my life becoming hum-drum? NO, I must be fabulous. I am blaming it on not having enough inspiration. Oh hey, here is something. Derek's crappy dad called yesterday and actually just called to talk to Derek...oh and say something about the check being in the mail. So Derek got on the phone and was whispering to his dad about something. So, I asked him why, and he was like, I was telling him about St. Patrick's day and wearing green. UMMM, so why did you feel the need to whisper? I was trying to suprise Ben. That sneaky little kid is trying to figure out how he can pinch us without getting into trouble. AHH! I always have green on. My rose tattoo has green leaves, so don't pinch me.

Tonight at 10:00 pm. New Episode! Die Hippie, Die Cartman seeks to rid the world of hippies once and for all. "Hippies, hippies, everywhere, they say they want to save the world, but all they do is smoke pot and smell bad" Prolly fall asleep before it is over, but I will be taping it, so I guess that is alright.

Think of the Kittens . And why does the beginning of my last post about my hits remind me of the beginning of the Time Warp? "I would like......" and I'll be damned if I remember all the rest of the sentence. Oh well, off to cover a break at Customer Service, let's see what kind of idiots I get to deal with.

I would like to welcome you all, on this momentus occasion to drink some champagne with me (hic). There have been trying times, such as my pencil-stabbing phase, and the wonderful child, when you all prolly thought I was well and truly mad... You are right, I am mad...but still, I want to say thank you to everyone who checks this thing and cares enough to read about me and my day and my many rants. I hit 1,000 tonight and I thought I would share this occasion with you all, in case you didn't see. And by god, if one of you turned the hits to 1,001 before I get this posted...a pox...on your soul. *grin* (think I got that pox thing from Army of Darkness yesterday morning at 7:30 in the morning when they played it on cable.)

Apparently, I talk in my sleep. This really does not surprise me...I think the boyfriend might have mentioned it before. Not sure.....but my little sister Misty answered questions in her sleep one night. Sure, it didn't make sense, but still, she answered our questions. It was something about the plates. So, the boy mentions that I was talking in my sleep the other night and most of the time, it really is unintelligible noises. The other night, though, I asked him to "please...Just cut my arms off.' Huh? I don't know either. I don't remember a wierd dream about my arms, or anything, but apparently, I didn't need them. And this is where I am REALLY glad that the boy doesn't do everything I tell him too. Somedays it is frustrating, cause I KNOW I AM RIGHT, but for today I am glad that he isn't a "lap dog". *grin*

Got the DVD for my anniversary present....4 years, it is crazy. Anywho, we tried to watch it and I fell asleep, but not before Trey started walking around talking to people at the party....everytime they were smug, he would be like...."oh, that's great......Cock." I think I might randomly start saying cock after my sentences. Let's see how fast my ass gets kicked. *grin*

Found out from Heather on Friday night that the Daddies are coming to the McDonald theatre again. WOOHOO! I am so excited, ample opportunity to sing out loud and dance to my heart's content. So, April 1st, I will be shaking my ass downtown and LOVING every second of it. T and/or A, you want to come with me? Tickets are $5 for students and $7 for us dumb people. *Grin* Show is all ages, but I would recommend a babysitter. Also, had to share that my singing phobia is being stripped from me, slowly but surely, I haven't been able to sing with the boy around and so the other day, when he went to the store, I went crazy. It was fun, mentioned it to him and he was like....No, I didn't hear you, but I have before....and I was drunk enough to be like.....well, was it awful? I didn't really want to know, but I am crazy when I drink, so I asked anyway. And while this may seem like a back-handed compliment, I might remember it forever since it is the first opinion I have gotten......

Did massive cleaning. Because I waited 'til the last minute to clean up for my Section 8 housing inspection. There is a surprise. Cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the living room, got some help form Ben to clean the bedroom. Then I decided the attack the tub. My tub was DIRTY. Soap scum is GROSS! Apparently, the boyfriend didn't even notice it before I removed it. Boys! If only I could have pretended it wasn't there forever. So, some 3 or 4 sprays of cleaner later and one sponge and filthy dry hands...my tub is clean. Beautifully clean, wonderfully clean. I can't believe all that I got off. It is like when I first moved in. Wonder how long that will last? So, after my energetic scrubbing of the tub, I woke up yesterday with my stomach SCREAMING at me. I only stood up to move to another place to sit. I am so damn outta shape that I can't even clean the tub without having to stay home. I even woke up the boyfriend to take the kid to school, and I RARELY do that. Inspectio...

So, I woke up, freaked about getting a ride for a little, and then gave up and called A again. She only charged me coffee. Went home and decided that Breakfast was in order. So, we go the Shari's and have breakfast (brunch?) and barely feel able to walk home. Derek fell asleep on my shoulder, he was so tired. Then he kinda wakes up enough for us to walk home. Instead of going straight home, like I thought, we went to Blockbuster. Bought "The Whole Ten Yards" which wasn't as funny as the original, but still semi-amusing. Also bought "The Yu-Gi-Oh Movie". Went home and waited for the real fun to start... the visit to the "farm" with Ben's family. Ok, it isn't really a farm, it is just out in the "boonies". His mom gave me a hug and then I spent much of the night telling Derek to please sit down and the dog wouldn't be freaking out with excitement, if Derek would just sit down for more than five minutes. He wanted to go outside b...

Lazy morning. Took Derek to school and went home and watched some TV. With coffee, of course *grin*. Then took advantage of my boyfriend and we sat around some more. Which is common. When I know I have to get stuff done, I wait until the last minute. So, I jump in the shower before the child gets home from school. The boyfriend gets in the shower and I get all made up. I was SO pretty. So, we got our ride after some confusion (cause I am a dumbass *grin*) then we went to the liquor store and The Mission for dinner. Yummy, cheese enchiladas. MMMM! Walked downtown, hit up a bar where we know people and got the STIFFEST long islands I have ever had. It is a beautiful thing to know the bartender *grin*. I won the only game of pool we got to play by default. Then had a rum and coke (doubled) and sucked it down. About this point, I realize that I am going through the drinks way faster then the boy. So, I think, ok, I am gonna be waiting awhile for my next drink. Nope, not really, cause then ...

I don't even know, people. I am doing FANTASTICALLY well. The busses are running again and I got my night out. Many, many, MANY thanks to everyone who helped me make it work. I REALLY appreciate it. I hope Derek didn't drive you TOO crazy. He said he had a lot of fun. So, thank you again. I got my pants on Thursday, yay, I have jeans again. They are prettiful. I got a couple sizes too big, cause I like to have baggy clothing. A little baggier than I was used to, but I have been managing to make it work. There wasn't a whole lot of choices once you get up in the big numbers *grin*. Well, I will more than likely give you the run-down on each day here soon enough. You know how I spam after a little while.

It's my weekend in about 9 minutes. A is already here and I am so happy to be off for 3 fucking days!!!!!! Thought I would let you all know that there will be nothing new for a few days.

I covered a lunch at our Customer Service yesterday. I got a customer who came in and wanted to know how much a letter weighed and if he had enough postage. So, I tell him that I could put a 23 cent stamp on it to make 60 cents. So, he looks at me and says, that will be 23 cents, right? Umm, duh, do you go to college? Then I hear some bippy-twats at the counter later and they want stamps and they want to pay with a credit card, but you can't. We don't ring it through the register and we don't do all credit cards by hand, so, it is cash or check only. We have a sign, for chrissakes. The cashier tells them that it is cash or check and they are like...are you kidding me? Oh, actually we are, dumbass. Now why do people say that? We work at a retail store, no we are not kidding about our stamps. Then this morning, I got someone within the store who wants a copy of an invoice. No problem, what it the invoice number? Oh, we don't have that... and she said it like how could I e...

Also, tried to stay up and take advantage of the boy last night, no luck. I did wake him up at 6:00 this morning. WOOHOO! Cross one of those things off my list. Hurray!

My sister is doing good along with the baby. At least that is what my email from my Mom says. So much for a phone call. I guess I could have tried to call every hospital in WY. Anyhow, Kylie is 19 1/2 inches and 7 lbs. 9 oz. If I ever see some pictures, I will try and see if I can't put them up here, or maybe the hospital's website will have pics.

One of our cashiers = C Her friend = HF HF: Look at these pictures. C: That's Hot (you are NOT Paris Hilton, GODDAMIT) HF: Fashizzle! I don't even know what that means. I can guess it means something to the effect of "for sure", which is so Valley Girl. They were both white college students. GET OVER IT! Oh good lord, save me now. If I ever say "that's hot" in the Paris Hilton style, kill me! Seriously.

YAY, my sister had her baby today. I am SO damn excited. I am an aunt of a little baby girl named Kylie. Now if I could just get a picture. Apparently, she was in labor for 6 1/2 hours.....kinda want to smack her *grin* Mine was 10 hours. Anyhow, my wonderful sister (whose link you see to the side) emailed me to let me know. I can just imagine how ready my little sis was to be done. I just kept feeling larger and more ungainly each day towards the end.

Not nice of me to make fun of my own child, but he is such an easy target. Lately, he has decided that he is gonna do everything in his power to make himself throw up. Why? I don't know. The boy has little common sense. The other night he tried to shove about half a hot dog into his mouth and tried to chew. At least he didn't try and shove the whole bun in there with it. He chewed maybe twice with some gaggin thrown in while I watched, horrified, and told him to spit it out for chrissake! Obviously, you can not eat that much food. Give it up. So, last night, I brushed his teeth and he brushed his tongue, and I go back into the bathroom to help with the mouthwash, while he is still brushing his tongue, which was when I saw him......poking the toothbrush as far back into his throat as it would go and gagging. I was like....What is your problem, don't do that, do you want to throw up? No, was his reply.....Well, then why would you do that????? He never has good reasons for doi...

Day three of the headache that won't go away. I have drank plenty of water and someone suggested maybe it was allergies creeping up on me. I suppose it could be, but I haven't been rubbing my eyes or sneezing much, so part of me is like no, that can't be it. I used to get headaches all the time. Every day, until I moved out of my mom's house. Boy, that makes it sound grown-up, maybe I should say until I ran away from my mom's house. That is FAR more accurate. I am thinking it is a stress headache. Unless it really IS a tumor...I am such a hypochondriac *grin*

Miss your posts. Hope all is well, and that you had a FABULOUS night. Glad to hear from you. I said I would call you Saturday and completely forgot that I have plans. The boyfriend's mom wants him and us (Derek and I) to come and have dinner on his birthday out in the boonies. He really doesn't want to, but there isn't any getting out of it. Most of the time, we don't go and hang out with his family when they ask. I guess they miss him. I have no idea, because my family is far away and therefore I don't have to go to family outings. Don't get me wrong, I do like my family for the most part, but at least I am not forced into family "fun".

Things to do before Friday night: 1. Dye my hair....anyone know if bleach will react with aluminum foil and leave me bald? Can't find an answer on the internet. 2. Shave my legs...Yay, I can cut myself in some stupid position. Why don't I have a shower seat? 3. Find transport....Ariel, I e-mailed you and am willing to pay if I can have a ride to drop Derek off. I think I could do the rest myself. 4. Stay awake long enough to get some....I totally meant to stay awake last night for some nookie, but I fell asleep. DAMN! 5. Take a long bath...........MMMMM, sounds good already. 6. See if I can repair my favorite skirt......looked at it last night. I might be able to get one more wear out of it. Sure, the seam looks stressed and my ass might pop out at any moment, but a girl has got to live dangerously occasionally. Wish I could go get some jeans before that, but it isn't gonna happen. :( Why, oh why can't I get to Catherine's? 7. Get all gussied up (sorry, was that too...

So very appropriate. I am HATING depending on everyone else for a ride. I come in at 8:30 and leave at 6:30 or 7:00 last night. I am an hour and ten minutes ahead of my 24 hours for three days. This does not mean that I get extra money, no, work can afford plasma screen TV's, but not some over-time. I will more than likely get to clock out early tomorrow and wander around campus until I can get a ride home with someone. God knows when that will be. Last night I felt bad cause I don't know if my ride is just staying later for me, or if she really needs to stay later, then after we leave, she remembers that she has to go back downtown and look at a proof and then we can go. I got home about the same time that the bus would have gotten me home. And she talked the whole time. She is so like me. I don't know if she is nervous, or what, but I hardly got a word in edgewise, which you all know is RARE for me. And hard for me. The control freak in me is FREAKING out. I can't dea...

MOTHERFUCK! Everytime I think Blogger is gonna be a bitch and I should copy the post I just wrote it goes through fine. When I don't think about it, it doesn't work and then I have to re-type it. Like I remember the whole thing. Ok, so, as I was typing...... New South Park tonight at 10 pm. Yay, I am so excited, can you tell. *grin* New Episode! Mr. Garrison's Fancy New Vagina The boys have to help Mr. Garrison get his testicles out of Kyle's knees. Sounds sick and wrong, just like I like them.

Boy, is my breakfast oatmeal good for me. I am getting 16 percent of my fiber, of course I am also getting 13 percent of my sodium, but screw it. This is still better than a donut and shouldn't start me on the road to heartburn. So, my main thought here was everyone started all these beautiful blogs that I can look at and now they aren't posting. It's like you gave me something and then took it away. Reading about your days makes me feel connected. Yes, I should prolly just pick up the phone and call you all, but you know how much I HATE the phone. I wouldn't even know what I was missing otherwise. *grin* That is meant in the nicest way possible. Rest assured, if you think your day was boring or not funny, you can still write about it. I do it all the time. Not much really happens to me, but when it does I sit and think about the funniest way to "spin" the story. I used to hate writing, so it's kinda funny. I know all are busy, school is finishing and all ...

This one is great. Makes me wish someone would dedicate this song to me. Love to listen to it when I am drunk and let the song flow over me. Crazy how it feels tonight Crazy how you make it all alright love Crush me with the things you do And I do for you anything too, oh Sitting, smoking, feeling high And in this moment, ah, it feels so right Lovely lady, I am at your feet Oh god i want you so badly and i wonder this could tomorrow be so wonderous as you there sleeping Lets go, drive till, mornin comes Watch the sunrise, and fill our souls oh Well drink some, wine till, we get drunk YEAH It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round And here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down And is this real or am I dreaming Lovely lady Let me drink you please Won't spill a drop, no, I promise you Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you Crush me Come on, oh yeah It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the ...

Only the best part here. I really love the first verse. Comments from me are italicized, and do not apply to the song. "Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it ok There's always some reason To feel not good enough (Ain't that the truth) And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty and weightless (good god, if only I could be empty) And maybe I'll find some peace tonight (Chorus) In the arms of the angel Far away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here"

No luck, even Heather A is busy. She has to work until midnight. I might be paying money out left and right for fucking cabs. I have awful thoughts that the cab rides might cost more than a decent meal and some drinks. If I had a license, and could drive, I could rent a car and be the responsible driver while he got plowed. I was thinking about opening a banking account and going to Catherine's by VRC and getting him presents while the kid was in school. But walking to Gateway should take long enough that I won't want to do anything else after that. Maybe there are good places to eat over there, and a decent bar. Prolly not, but I have no idea. MOTHERFUCKING BUS STRIKE!

Jonesing for Norah Jones. Don't have my CDs with me seeing as how I feel dumb dropping off my backpack, just to go and pick it up after the whole day and I haven't used it at all. It is basically my bus survival backpack. But since my head feels like I am being stabbed (right in the back of my head), I need some calming influence. "Maybe it's a tumor.." "It's not a tumor." - in your best Arnold voice. I did bring Sarah McLachlan, but for as calm as it is, it is also kinda depressing. "But everytime, I'm close to you, there is so much I can't say And you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you, and now it's too late, and cold here without you." See what I mean. Maybe too sad for right now. I would just like some calming music that isn't full of beats and not fast or loud right now. I am starting to think my permanent headache is from thinking about the Strike. I can figure out the rides to and from work fairily ea...

I am so glad that I can share this now. My counter has been going like crazy. Used to take me forever to jump from 100 to the next 100. Now, my hits are about to hit 900 prolly before the end of the week. Thanks for making me feel loved guys.

Which Piercing are you? Well, this was a cute picture, apparently it is not allowed to come through. Since it doesn't show, I suppose I should tell you all that I am a nipple peircing and boy is that fitting. It was so CUTE. Looked kinda similar, until I got my pretty barbell.

Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then the nighttime Whatifs strike again! This is so very ME! My whatifs hit me all the time though.

Always have confidence in yourself. YOU have no reason to, but people buy that shit People really do buy that shit *grin* http://www.doorknobsoft.com/fortunecat/

Normally, I kinda like my name. I don't have to listen to shows that shout my name at other people the whole time.....and I like that. About the only place I see my name recently is one person who wrote a bad check to us, and I see her letters come and go. And in the Eugene Weekly, there is usually an ad for Desiree's Escorts.....beautiful. *grin* No, not me. But, I was looking through a blog and realized that I get confused when I am speed-reading through and see "no siree". I have to go back and be like....wait, was that my name? Huh? Are you sure, no, they weren't talking about me, oh, ok. Also, it is french and no, there isn't a little mark over the "ee". However, that doesn't make it sound like a hard E. I cannot tell you how many times people pronouce my name as Desireeeeee? Always with that faint questioning tone and with good reason, because you aren't fucking saying it right, bastards. Also, yes, it means Desire and No, I don't r...