Sand In A Box...

Ice Storm of 2007

2007-12-11T15:07:00.000-06:00

Winter has decided to slam into us again this year. It's funny because every 4 to 5 years we seem to get hit with a major ice storm! The last one was in November of 2002. During that particular storm we were without electricity for 10 days. It was truly a hard thing to go through.

Luckily, this time is no where near as bad! There are only a couple of similarities this time, the sound of the tree limbs snapping and the off and on flashing of transformers blowing up in the middle of the night. I have to admit as scary as it is to see, it is quite beautiful! The sky lights up with a brilliant blue and then you hear a surge in the power, everything flickers and either you lose your lights or they come back on. You just never know...

This year, I have managed to keep my electricity. I have heard it is because we are on the same circuits as the fire station next door so I am very thankful. Although this morning we kept losing the power and we lost our phone for about 5 hours. My sister and my parents aren't more than 2 minutes from me and they have been without power since 5:30 this morning. They have all decided to check into hotels for the night. I am extremely thankful for not having that expense. I offered to let them crash here but they want their privacy and I cannot blame them.

Tonight is supposed to be another brief round of the stuff. It has been raining all day long and it should be freezing so there should be quite a bit of ice come tomorrow morning. So driving to work tomorrow should be loads of fun!

Well I am off, but I will leave you with this poem I found and some pictures I took off of my balcony this afternoon! I love the way the ice looks on the trees... You would never guess something so peaceful and beautiful could be so deadly...

An ice storm in the night
Reveals in morning light
A dazzling, wintry sight
Of frozen droplets bright

That cling to shrubs and trees
And glisten where they freeze –
A sight that’s sure to please
The one who looks and sees.

Still others will complain
About the freezing rain;
Indeed it is a bane
And something of a pain

For those who slip and slide
And wobble side to side
Or cannot get a ride –
Their patience can be tried!

But soon it will be past;
The thaw will come in fast.
The ice just cannot last.

~By Mary T. Hoffman

Have a fantastic Week Everyone!

Life Has It's Lessons And Everyone Should Be Informed!

2007-12-07T07:53:00.000-06:00

Here are a few lessons in life we should all learn and live by... In the Immortal Words of 'School House Rock', remember "Knowledge is Power!"

LESSON #1
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.

Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel, "

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?"

"It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.

"Great," the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

LESSON #2
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.

The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.

The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"

The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129

It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

LESSON #3
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out.

The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."

"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world."

Puff! She's gone.

"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life."

Puff! He's gone.

"OK, you're up! ," the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."

Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

LESSON #4
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"

The eagle answered: " Sure , why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.
All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

LESSON #5
A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."

"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story:
BullShit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

LESSON #6
A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

Have A Most Wonderful Day Everyone!
xoxo
Chalice

Blah...

2007-12-03T12:24:00.000-06:00

Okay so I have disappeared for a brief time but I am back. :)

I have been sick over the last few days. Not just me but my family has been sick too. Everything from vomiting and diarrhea to double pneumonia and ear infections. I have had to deal with the 1st two which has made life very unpleasant. I hate throwing up more than anything in the world. It gives me a horrid headache.

So over the last few weeks life has just been life. Nothing exciting or new. Well my son did turn 14 a couple of weeks ago. Damn that makes me feel old :) All he wanted was a bunch of Mizzou stuff so that is exactly what he got. And then he got to go to the movies with some of his friends. He was happy though and that's all that matters.

I am just ecstatic though. My son has been doing great in school! Last year this time he was failing everything but with all of the changes in our lives over this past year he has improved greatly. A's and B's. He did have 2 C's but I can deal with those! Life is good in that respect!

Here are a couple of pictures of my nephews on Santa's lap.

I love seeing screaming kids on Santa's lap :) It reminds me of a picture of me and my sister. She was screaming her head off while I was looking perturbed! I need to find that picture cuz its a classic!

Well that's about all for now. I am going to head for my couch and stare at my tv as I feel like complete crap! Take care everyone!

Gimme A Break!!!

2007-11-15T08:22:00.000-06:00

One thing I love to do in the mornings is get up and read the news on the internet. It just seems to start off my day right you know???

Well this morning I was looking around and I see this headline:

'Santa Warned "Ho Ho Ho" Offensive To Women'

Hmmmm... I wonder what this is all about???

As it turns out, all of the Santa's in Sydney Australia are no longer allowed to say the famous words of 'Ho Ho Ho!' because Ho is an American slang word for prostitute and they don't want to offend women.

Are they serious???

But it gets better. Instead of 'Ho Ho Ho' they are being forced to say 'Ha Ha Ha'....

I am going to be sick...

Every kid you know has grown up to his 'Ho Ho Ho' for years and years and years so what gives them the right to change it??? Jackasses...

If you would like to read the whole story, click here.

Honoring My Father

2007-11-13T09:32:00.001-06:00

Yesterday was Veteran's Day. Yesterday was a day all veteran's should be remembered and honored for the service they have given to this great country of ours....

Here is to you Dad....Specialist 4th Class, Terry Sulzberger, 615 MP Company, 720th MP Battalion.

I Love You....

My father was actually on the news yesterday meeting the Governor of Missouri, Matt Blunt, and being given a medal of service. You can click here to watch it.

Finally Popped My Cherry

2007-11-09T09:05:00.000-06:00

For years I always prided myself on having one thing that pretty much everyone in family didn't have. Wait, let me rephrase that, all of my family and all of my friends... **slackers** And that my friends is a perfectly, squeaky clean driving record.....

***SIGH***

Wednesday was the day from hell people. And I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that either. Murphy's Law was in full effect!!! So much so that I almost looked up ole' Murphy, went to his house and kicked the ever-lovin' shit out of him. Bastard!!!

Wednesday was called "Let's throw shit at Chalice Day and see exactly how she takes it!"

Well I took it well thank you.

But the one thing about Wednesday that stood out above everything else was this.... I got my first ticket from the police EVER!!! Can you believe it? 37 years old and I get my first ticket.

Now it's my own fault I got this ticket and it was because the tags on my car are expired. Yes I am actually admitting to this. It shouldn't be that way but none-the-less it is. So Michael and I are coming back from doing a few errands and we are pulling into my apartment complex and a cop passes us. I look in my rearview mirror to see him immediately turn around. Michael says, "Hurry up and go park!"

So I get to the parking spot and just as we got out of the car they stop behind me and yell through the speaker "GET BACK IN YOUR VEHICLE!"

Fuckers scared the shit out of me with this. I kept waiting for guns to be drawn because in this little town I live in they are known for just whipping them out for whatever reason but thankfully they didn't.

The cop came to my window and says, "I pulled you over because you are driving on expired tags and there is just no excuse for that!"

I thought. "Duh! Okay thanks dad!" But I politely handed him my license and so did Michael and he went back to his car. He came back and wrote me a ticket for the tags but as he was writing it up I tried to tell him what a good girl I normally was and that I had never had a ticket. I thought about crying since my day had already sucked to high heaven but I didn't! Damn it I just did not want that fucking ticket! I even thought about jumping out of the car and bowing at his feet just so I could stay unflawed but I knew my efforts would be futile!!!

I then enlightened him as to how much he scared the crap out of me with his "Get Back In The Vehicle!" thing. He actually chuckled a bit and said sorry but since he didn't know me from anyone else he had to stay safe.... **SIGH**

I am such a bad girl!!!

Now I gotta something else to pay... I love life but it's my own fault! I hate cars sometimes...

Rare and Hard To Find

2007-11-06T11:36:00.000-06:00

If there is one thing is this world that always seems to bring back good memories it's watching old movies. They always remind you of hanging out with old friends or watching a movie late at night with your family.

For years I have searched high and low for a movie called "The Whoopee Boys". I use to watch this movie over and over again when I was a teenager with my best friend at the time, Jamie.

In this comedy, a relocation to Florida throws lowlife New Yorkers Barney (Paul Rodriguez) and Jake (Michael O'Keefe) into a dilemma when Jake falls for a beautiful schoolteacher, Olivia Farragut (Lucinda Jenney), who is struggling to find enough money to keep her school open. However, when they discover that Olivia stands to inherit a fortune, if only she will marry a true gentlemen, Jake decides to transform himself into the epitome of good breeding by going to charm school.

I have been driving Michael crazy by quoting lines from this movie for months and now I have finally found a place to purchase this rare movie. I found a site called MissedMovies.com. They don't have a tremendous amount of movies but they do have some very old and rare movies you cannot purchase anywhere around.

So in the spirit of driving Michael crazy, here is a little snip-it from the screenplay-

Barney: [at another party, Barney sees the same old lady, now holding a Shar-Pei in her arm] Hey, it's my favorite dog lady again! How you doing? You have a new dog?
Woman with Dogs: Yes, this is a Shar-Pei; it's a Chinese dog.
Barney: [Barney pulls on the dog's wrinkled skin] Damn, you need to iron this dog, lady. Look at this!
Woman with Dogs: No, stop, that's just how the dog is!
Barney: Shit, you could fit two dogs in here!
[he continues to pull on the dog's loose skin]
Woman with Dogs: [Slapping Barney's hand away] No! Please, stop abusing my dog, you horrible man!
Barney: You have any Vietnamese neighbors?
Woman with Dogs: No, I don't think so.
Barney: Well, if any ever move in, and you go on vacation, believe me, you're going to want to take Fluffy with you! You'll come back and your dog will be missing it's hind leg, saying 'where were you?'
Woman with Dogs: Oh! That's horrible! You terrible, horrible man!
Barney: You go next door and talk to your neighbor, and he'll be standing there, picking his teeth, 'No! We no see Fluffy! What your dog look like? Your dog have big, juicy hind leg?'
Woman with Dogs: Oh, you awful man! Please, go away!
Barney: Fine! I guess this means we can't be pals no more?

So this is my next purchase for myself. It's only $11.99 on DVD. And that is a freakin' bargain! On ebay you can buy the VHS tape for anywhere from $29.95 all the way to $100 all because it's so rare :) I love finding something I really love!

Ask and you shall receive! Isn't that what they always say???!!! Now enjoy a couple clips I found on YouTube!

It's Fall

2007-11-04T12:53:00.000-06:00

This morning I have gotten up and managed to find my way to the computer and have sat here looking out the window. The nice thing is that there are a ton of trees right outside so I get the pleasure of looking at the changing colors of the leaves on this lovely Sunday!!! And sitting here inspired me to play around with my desktop and make a few changes. So tell me what you think?

I thought making it look like a filmstrip was a little different and gave it a nice touch :)

So then I went looking at some poetry and found this...

Once upon an Autumn Day,
Colorful leaves began to fade.
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As a multitude of trees grew steadily bare.

Once upon an Autumn Day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.

Once upon an Autumn Day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.

Once upon an Autumn Day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.

by Joseph T. Renaldi

I don't have much motivation to do anything else today because I pretty much feel like complete ca-ca. I think Michael has given me his illness so I must add giving him a swift kick to the ass to my list of things to do. I tell him not to breathe and he just doesn't listen... Go Figure!

So here I sit, sneezing my ass off, coughing like crazy, only able to breathe out of half of my head and my throat feels like it's on fire.

My Chiefs are currently on the TV playing against the Green Bay Packers and it truly isn't much of a game. We are losing. But considering the score is only 0 to 3, anything can happen right? Basically both offenses decided to stay home today.

Since I am pretty much just babbling with no where to really go with this post, I think I shall sign off now and hope for the best for my Chiefs. Green Bay scored another field goal making it now 6 to 0. Damn CheeseHeads! But there is still an entire half to go so we shall see :)

Have a fantastic day everyone!

UPDATE: Chiefs scored a touchdown with 7 seconds left in the half! There is HOPE!!! :)

The Things You See....

2007-11-02T06:49:00.000-06:00

For me, driving to work is always interesting. It's mainly because my drive to work involves making my way through heavy congested traffic but also it's due to the fact I drive 40 minutes just to get there.

I always manage to see something which makes me laugh or shake my head. It doesn't matter if its the couple screaming at each other or the single guy who has a finger knuckle deep planted in his nose. It doesn't matter what it is, there is always something to see.

Yesterday was no exception. Unfortunately, My Michael was sick so I made the trek all-by-my-lonesome which I hate. I get so use to having someone there that when he isn't it drives me a little crazy. Especially when there is road construction everywhere with those annoying signs that say "Progess in Process" to indicate they are actually doing more than just making the drive unbearable! Whatever....

Anyway, I am about half-way to work when this huge flatbed truck with junk stacked in the back (the stack was a good 8 or 9 feet high mind you) suddenly loses control of its load and shit goes flying all over the interstate. Everything from metal to wood went everywhere. That's when the road became a little game of Dodge-Junk. Swerve to avoid hitting shit! If I would have gotten points, I would have felt trapped in a video game. It was a little scary. I can't lie about that.

A couple of minutes later I see this white car coming up ahead of me weaving back and forth in front of me. So I think, "Okay, get another lane over to get away from this guy!" Well when I get up beside the car, I look over and see something I have never ever seen while driving. There to my right was a man probably 65 years old, no hands on the steering wheel at all, playing a trumpet! Yes, I did say playing a trumpet! Both hands were seriously on this instrument and he was literally playing it! I only wish his window and mine would have been down so I could have yelled something but he probably wouldn't have noticed anyway since he didn't seem to notice HE WAS DRIVING A CAR!!! Crazy I tell you! Crazy!!!

Then 5 minutes later I am stuck in traffic. They closed 2 lanes of the 3 lane interstate for construction. I HATE THAT! So what did I do? Got off at the next exit and took the back roads to work.

My drive home was no different, well except there was no shit flying at my car and no trumpet playing old guy. Just dodging assholes who are so hell-bent on getting home they don't care about basically running people off the road.

But my conclusion was this. I should not have driven yesterday. I should have stayed home. I avoided accident after accident and it made me a little nuts.

Now I am about to get behind the wheel again and I am hoping today is a much better drive than yesterday!

It's Halloween!!!

2007-10-31T06:44:00.000-06:00

Ahhh!!! Finally! It's Halloween! One of my favorite days of the year!

Sorry I have been so scarce lately but anyone who knows me understands that I literally camp out in front of the TV for hours around Halloween watching nothing but horror movie after horror movie. Doesn't matter if it's blood and guts or something psychological, if it's on or I can get it from Blockbuster, I am going to watch it! This year I have really outdone myself too. Last night alone I watched Poltergeist, Angel Heart and One Hour Photo. Tonight will be no different as I will probably immerse myself in some good old fashioned classics like Halloween and Friday the 13th!

I figured since I watched Poltergeist last night, I would post the myth and truths surrounding the deaths of some of the cast members! I love myths and urban legends....

Urban Legend: The Spielberg film "Poltergeist" was cursed with the deaths of cast members. This isn't really an Urban Legend but it is interesting since it's true. The film "The Exorcist" was also plagued with problems but that's another story.

The Story: An unusual amount of deaths have occurred around the three "Poltergeist" films, including three of the stars. These incidence have given way to rumors that the films were cursed because of their content. This seems a little silly, there are always explanations to "curses" like this. Or are there??

Two of the stars from the first film have died at young ages, two from the second film at not so young ages.

22-year old Dominique Dunne, who played older daughter Dana Freeling, died on November 4th,1982, at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, California. She had been choked into a coma by her boyfriend. Her boyfriend raced to her home while she was rehearsing a scene for a movie, dragged her outside, strangled her and left her in a brain-dead coma. Her family removed her from life support 5 days later.

12-year-old Heather O'Rourke died of septic shock on February 1st., 1988, at the Children's Hospital in San Diego, California. What was thought to be the flu turned out to be a bowel obstruction which caused toxins to enter her system. She died at Children's Hospital while undergoing surgery to remove the obstruction.

60-year-old Julian Beck, who played the evil preacher Kane in the second film, died of stomach cancer on September 14th,1985, at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York, NY. Like Heather O'Rourke, he died during the period between filming and release, but in his case the film in question was Poltergeist II, which was released in May 1986. O'Rourke died before the release of Poltergeist III.

53-year-old Will Sampson, who played Taylor in the second film, died on June 3rd., 1987, in a Houston, Texas hospital after receiving a heart-lung transplant 6 weeks earlier. The cause of his death was attributed to severe pre-operative malnutrition and post-operative kidney failure along with a fungal infection.

Now, to finish up my post, I would like to post some costumes not to wear this Halloween:

But the absolutely best costume of all comes from FlyinFox.... Drum Roll Please....

Have a VERY SAFE AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!

Answering an Eternal Question!

2007-10-26T08:53:00.000-06:00

Today is time to answer an eternal question!!!....

Why do women and men have 2 hands???

I don't know so much about picture number one in this house because I never use a credit card and rarely use the phone. As for picture number 2, well I see this daily in the house :) At least part of it is right **snicker**

Sorry guys but it rings so true! One hand on the Junk and the other on the Remote! I guess it would be a perfect world if the remote were shaped like a penis huh?

Pictures Make You Think Sometimes...

2007-10-24T17:08:00.000-06:00

Here I was, at FlyInFox's Blog and he has this picture up....

Isn't it funny how sometimes seeing certain things can remind you of different things? Well seeing this picture along with what he wrote reminded me of an encounter I had about a year and a half ago.

Most of you who have visited my blog in the past know I use to work for a paint store. I loved that job!!! Mostly because it gave me a chance to deal with people directly and that is something I really enjoy.

Most of the people I met were very cool and always loaded with good stories to share. They would come in and hang out for sometimes an hour or more just to shoot the shit. It was fun! Well there was one guy who insisted on coming in that always made me want to run for the door. I can't recall his name but that is something I really never asked so whatever right?

Well let me describe this individual to you. First of all he smelled horribly! I am talking toxic rancid body odor. I would have called him PigPen but he was lacking the dirt cloud with every step he took. Secondly, he was always greasy. I seriously do not think this guy knew what a shower was let alone soap. As for a washing machine, well I think he was stuck in a fantasy world that did not believe in actually washing clothing. Very frightening!

For whatever reason this "thing" always felt the need to hit on me. And it wasn't just the comments he would make but it was the looks he would make and the fact whenever he wanted to talk he would get about 2 inches from my face and smile with his missing teeth and bad breath. (Crap... I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit!)

Anyway, the one thing that stuck out the most was this......

I don't really have a problem with body hair but this was ridiculous. It was like talking to Chewbacca! And he would always reach his arm around and rub it while he was talking to me. You would think he would wear a shirt to cover the carpet but instead he would wear those most ever attractive wife-beaters....

So there you have it. Thank you so much FlyInFox for hashing up old scary memories of what we woman want and what we tend to get :) I think I shall send you a cyber-asskicking!!!

Don't get confused, you are the one getting the kickin' in this pic :)

***snickering loudly***

Have a fantastic Night everyone!

Just Had To Share

2007-10-23T23:19:00.000-06:00

So here it is Midnight and I felt the need to share the music video.. Nickelback's Rockstar....

I love this video.... In the immortal words of my Michael, It's Simple and fun at the same time! I love the fact they use celebrities and regular people to sing along with the words to their song :) Awesome Video!!!

In other words, I'm a little tipsy, having problems typing and I'm exhausted! :) Going to bed now people!!!

Now because I am a complete and total copy cat of Naughty Voyeur, here are some pictures of Ryan Reynolds... **wiping the drool from my mouth** I am thinkin' I am going to have to kidnap him just for a night! Ahhhhhhhhh..... Damn I am sad but who the fuck cares... Sorry Alanis Morrisette but it's just gotta be that way...

Oh yeah, I wanted to pimp an extremely cool site.. Onlinecinema.org! Check it out and you will love it!
XOXOX
Chalice

Movie Junkie

2007-10-18T11:52:00.000-06:00

So finally one thing I have wanted to see has happened. I FINALLY got to see the 'Transformers Movie" and I loved it!!! My son saw it twice in the theater, the little rat that he is and Michael, along with his son's and father went to see in in July. Now I could have gone then but I made a choice to hang out with Michael's mom and have a girls night. We had a blast getting a little drunk on some wine and watching 'The Notebook'! Which is one of my all-time favorite movies by the way :)

Now that I have babbled endlessly because my head is pounding and believe it or not, I am still half asleep, I have to say, I LOVE THIS FREAKIN MOVIE!!! If you haven't seen it then you need to because you are seriously missing some awesome special effects.

I was never a fan of the cartoon but back in December I stumbled across the trailer for this movie on Comingsoon.net and shared it with several people. I knew this movie would be awesome and it was.

Now, I mentioned Comingsoon.net. If you have not ever been to this website, I suggest you check it out. They have a section displaying movies which will be coming out. And I am not talking a month of so before you see the commerical, I am talking years before they are scheduled to be released. It gives you a wonderful glimpse into some great movies you can look forward to watching.

I went there this morning and here is a sampling of movies coming out with links. Some of them even have trailers for you to watch...

Rambo - coming out January 25, 2008
National Treasure - The Book of Secrets - coming out December 21, 2007
Alien VS. Predator - Requim - coming out December 25, 2007
Harold and Kumar 2 - coming April 4, 2008
SawV - October 2008
Hotel Transylvania - September 29, 2009

I am such a movie junkie :)

Well I have gone on and on enough. Now I am still tired and my head still fucking hurts. I seriously want to crawl back in bed :)

To Feel Special

2007-10-12T07:09:00.000-06:00

The hardest thing about being in a relationship is remembering to always keep the fire burning and alive. Always give that person a simple reminder that they are in your life because you want them there but most of all, because you love them.

Reminders are simple. They don't have to cost money. I am not talking about going out and buying presents like jewelry or roses. There are so many small things you can do which only require thought and everyone knows putting thought into something means so much more than buying something.

I love My Michael. Last night he sat down on the couch with me and painted my toenails. It made me feel so special and loved. It was a sweet and simple way of saying 'Hey! I love you!' What could be better than that?

He did a fantastic job too!!!

Remember, things done for someone with nothing more than your time and thought mean more to someone than anything else in the world. :)

Michael and I always try to do these types of things for each other. The countless love letters and Poetry we have written to each other speaks volumes. The millions of 'I Love You's' scribbled on a piece of paper and slipped to each other when they weren't expecting it could wallpaper a room. Once I even made him a word find filled with words representing the both of us. And how much did any of this cost??? NOTHING except time and energy :)

And one more thought, never forget to smile.....

Love is fantastic so never take it for granted! Always do the simple things and that love will last a lifetime and beyond....

Curing Boredom on a Sunday Morning

2007-09-30T10:57:00.000-06:00

So here it is on a Sunday morning and I am doing not much of anything spectacular. So why not just babble on here right?????

Yesterday we had our bonfire at my aunt's house and it was actually quite a bit of fun. I will post some pictures as soon as I get them all sorted out. There was lots of beer drinking and fishing going on. Not to mention the beautiful fire itself. All in all, it was a really good time.

This morning I had a revelation. Anyone that knows me understands how much I absolutely adore horror movies. Especially all of the old ones. So what did I do today? I sat down and created a desktop for the month of October. Halloween, afterall, is like Christmas to me.

So what do you think?? It's an ode to all of those cheesy movies I love so much. Eventually, I would love to have a room in my home filled with nothing but old movie posters. How cool would that be? I love the dramatic use of colors they used when creating these pieces of art.

Besides what is not to love in these old classics? Who cares about special effects when you have overacting at it's best. The faces! The screams of sheer terror! Damn I am starting to quiver just thinking about it and it makes me wanna dig out my collection and start watching :)

Check out this list of old classics I have:

1959 - A Bucket of Blood
1960 - Little Shop of Horrors
1963 - The Terror
1960 - The Wasp Woman
1939 - The Gorilla
1941 - The Devil Bat
1939 - The Human Monster
1941 - The Invisible Ghost
1943 - The Ape Man
1962 - Carvnival of Souls
1940 - Chamber of Horrors
1924 - The Last Man of Earth
1932 - White Zombie
1958 - House on Haunted Hill
1961 - Werewolf in a Girls' Dormitory
1973 - Don't Look in the Basement

I found this on YouTube and thought everyone would enjoy. It's the original 1932 movie White Zombie staring Bela Lugosi who happens to be my all-time favorite horror movie actor! So get your popcorn, something to drink then kick back and become submersed!

Have a great rest of your weekend everyone!

Thank God...

2007-09-28T06:55:00.000-06:00

Tis Friday.. Tis the end of a very long week!!! Thank God!!!

For us unholy bill collectors it's also the end of the business month which means only a few more hours to collect that money and put ourselves in the position of receiving that bonus check in October....

Thank God...

To celebrate I have ton of things on my list to do this weekend...

Go to a family Bon Fire out in the middle of the country. Hope to get so wasted that I forget what a shitty week at work this actually was. Have visuals of pushing those unpleasant cousins in while they are acting the fool and standing too close... **snicker** I am kidding you know!!! Or am I????
Sleep!!! I am going to sleep. How much am I going to sleep? Who cares as long as I am doing it!
Drink mucho mucho mucho... Time to crack open one of those cheap ass boxes of wine and get just hammered while listening to some awesome music.
Watch Michael do exactly what I am doing except he will be dancing. I will make sure to take some video or something cuz it's quite comical.
Watch the Chiefs game and pray they win again this week. And if they do start to suck, it's a good thing I have the Family Guy cartoon to fall back on...
Sleep somemore..
Watch some porn. Yeah that's right. I said watch porn. And while I am at it, I think I will write hustler a letter....

Life is Good!

And I must congratulate my Michael for going into the bosses and demanding more money because they gave it to him... That's why you are my hero!

Have a wonderful weekend everyone and THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!

Even Though...

2007-09-24T07:36:00.000-06:00

I just came back from Aunt Jackie's blog and even though I wasn't tagged I thought doing this would be fun. It's called what's on your desktop.

So here is mine....

I love my desktop. To use the words of Michael, it's simple and clean. Blah Blah BLAH!!! Actually as much as it is that, I don't care. I really and truly love the picture. I love having pictures of people on my desktop especially anything with an Asian theme. My house is done the same way.

We use the new Vista and I love the way you can make the icon's look. It just makes everything look so "pretty"... Nice and Tidy... Oh God.. I am sounding way too much like Michael on this one. I am surprised I haven't thrown out the word ergonomic. Sorry Blu!!! **snicker**

I will tag some people here because I love seeing what everyone does have on their desktops... I'm sorry for those who hate being tagged. I for one, don't normally like it either but you know what?? Tough Titty Said The Kitty... Oh God.. What am I? 5 or something???

Mr. BluBloodUnlimited.. Yes I already know what you have, but no one else does :)

Mrs. NaughtyVoyeur.. Let's see what nastiness fills your screen.

The Ultimate Flyinfox.. I am seriously curious!

Buff My Scrotum.. I can only imagine :) And I am morbidly curious about yours too

Scarlett.. Red I imagine yours is pretty good since you make so many killer graphics

The Lone Beader.. Gotta see your's too...

I realized I tagged six but Blu doesn't really count on my list simply because we live together and I see his all of the time anyway. I just wanted to give him something to do...

For those of you who need some help here, this is how you capture your desktop, in its current condition mind you....

A. Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.You can do a screen capture by: [1] Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key). [2] Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V). [3] If you wish, you can “edit” the image, before saving it.For MAC users: Press [ Apple] [ Ctrl ] [ Shift ] and [ 3 ]

B. Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons. Things like that.

C. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.

D. Add your name to this list of Free Viewers with a link pointing directly to your Desktop Free View post to promote it to succeeding participants.

Have fun! I can't wait to see them... And now I leave you with a picture of Michael and I from this weekend! We had such a good one :)

Oh How I Love Celebrities...

2007-09-21T08:25:00.000-06:00

So last night I am watching some damn show before bed. It was Access Hollywood or something like that and they are talking about Denise Richards and the Charlie Sheen divorce battle. I usually ignore this type of stuff because who really gives a shit right?? Well when they started talking about phone calls made my Sheen to Richards and their content, it peaked my curiousity :)

Being the sad person I am I went to The Smoking Gun website and found the calls and the entire court transcript. Here are a few excepts of messages Sheen left of Richards voice mail...

"Yeah I just got Laura's letter regarding everything blah, blah, blah and I can't get ahold of my lawyer so I thought I would try to call you directly. Um, it's really fucking sad. It's really sad and I am really angry and I don't think it's fucking fair and I don't know what you're trying to do and I just umm so disappointed in you. You're such a disappointment. You're such a fucking asshole and if this time you want to fucking deal with each other, you know, you're saying one thing and then you do the other and it's just, you know, fuck you."

"Yeah, I just got your other email and I am a little confused because ahhhh you told me that was something you only told a couple of people and this and that and I just again you continue to be deceitful and mischeivous and sneaky and you're a fucking liar. Okay. You're a fucking liar so you know what it's like...fuck you. Okay, I hope you rot in fucking hell. You're a piece of shit fucking liar and I hope you rot in fucking hell. So fuck you. I hope I never fucking talk to you again you fucking cunt. Fuck you. You're a fucking coward and a liar and a fucking nigger alright so fuck you."

"Hey, I'm going to go home early so if you wanted to come back early then go ahead. I just hate to leave early and then you come home and then I hear from Laura in a letter that costs me you know five grand that you know I didn't let you know I was leaving early. So I gonna leave early. Okay? Dick face. That's what I gonna do. Goodbye."

This guy went on a 6 message rampage for 24 hours and they are all quite comical. I think he was on a binger and probably doesn't even remember making the calls to begin with.

Although, I am curious as to what she saw in him to begin with. He already had a rep for drugs and hookers. Sounds like prince charming to me... :)

Ahhhh... Hollywood love at its finest :)

The Blog World....

2007-09-17T11:14:00.000-06:00

Lately, I have been doing quite abit of observing of the people around me. Not that I don't normally do that but it just seems as though I have noticed more and more and more. Know what I mean?

The blog world! Now maybe I am going to end up getting a few haters with these comments but I am willing to risk it to be quite honest with you. The internet is truly a great thing. It allows you to express yourself in ways you probably would never do except with some of your closest friends. I love being able to write my thoughts and feelings. Being able to vent when needed is a plus too. But here is what I don't get about blogging. How come there are people who actually think they 'KNOW' you from reading your blog??? Does anyone know what I mean?

There are actually people out there who consider you their 'best friend' when in fact they really don't have a clue as to who you are. Yes they may share your views on many things and enjoy reading the thoughts spilling forth from your brain but does that mean they know you? No it doesn't. I have encountered this a few times with this whole blogging thing. I have actually had people send me emails saying they are upset because I haven't been to their blogs and commented on their posts. And they assume because I haven't been around that something is wrong!!! Can't they assume that something might actually be right??? Can't they assume that I might actually be happy??? Can they not realize that I actually have a life outside of the blog world? And who cares anyway??? I mean if you are truly friends with someone, you share a life with them outside of blogging whether it be personal emails or phone calls or even seeing them on occasion right???

In a way it is sad. It tells me these particular people are unsatisfied with their lives outside of the "blogging" world. I will admit, when I first started blogging I was lonely as hell but I did not use my blog as a cure. I merely used it as an outlet. I didn't rely on my blog to heal what ailed me but a tool for my expressions and thoughts. It was my journal. It allowed me to vent in a different medium than I had before and it felt good but it was not my everything. It was not my world.

Now the internet has brought good things to my life. In fact, I met Michael from blogging. But it started off slowly. We didn't leave each other posts and automatically assume we were made for each other. It was a very slow process. In fact, it took 5 months before we actually even spoke to each other over a telephone and that was only after blogging, then emails and then instant messaging. But I chose that just as he did. WE chose that. It wasn't one sided. It wasn't one of us assuming the other felt the same. Does that make sense at all??? Yes Michael is my best friend. Yes he is my lover and yes we are meant for each other but we found that out along the way and not just with a comment or two.

I have a few actual friends who read my blog but these friends who I either hang out with in my "real life" or communicate with either by email or phone. NV has been my best friend since I was 21. I know her and she knows me. She doesn't get upset when I don't make comments on her blog and doesn't assume my world is in chaos (even though it usually is...**snicker**) when I don't leave her comments. I love her blog but I love talking to her even more. I love spending my time with her more than that.....

I will admit, there are some people whose blogs I read that I would love to meet one day. I wouldn't mind getting to know them outside the blog world but I would never assume they feel the same as I do.

I guess my point to this whole post is simply to tell people to relax. Take a breath. Enjoy the blogs for what they are and that is simply an outlet. A medium. Don't assume you know someone inside and out because of what you read. And don't assume someone is your 'friend' because you exchange comments on a blog. And don't ever forget that what I share with you in a blog post is everything you need to know about me. I am selective in what I share. I have secrets as we all do but that doesn't mean that because we are 'blog friends' I will let you in on my entire world. I will let you in if I choose to just as I hope you would too. It's a choice....

Remember the internet allows you to be anything you want. You can be yourself or you can be someone else and sometimes, it is hard to distinguish the difference between the two. Just because you may share someone's opinions, values or comments doesn't mean you have found your best friend or soulmate....Always keep that in mind....

FRIENDSHIP IS A PRICELESS GIFT

THAT CANNOT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD

BUT ITS VALUE IS FAR GREATER

THAN THE MOUNTAIN MADE OF GOLD

FOR GOLD IS COLD & LIFELESS

IT CAN NEITHER SEE NOR HEAR

& IN THE TIME OF TROUBLE

IT IS POWER LESS 2 CHEER--

IT HAS NO EARS 2 LISTEN

NOR HEART 2 UNDERSTAND

IT CANNOT BRING YOU COMFORT

OR REACH OUT A HELPING HAND

SO WHEN U ASK GOD FOR A GIFT

BE THANKFUL IF HE SENDS

NOT DIAMONDS, PEARLS OR RICHES

BUT THE LOVE OF REAL TRUE FRIENDS

I Am A Huge Slacker!!!

2007-09-04T11:09:00.000-06:00

Okay, I realize I have been a huge slacker when it comes to blogging lately but I have just let so many things take up my time. Work... Family... Playing... and MySpace. Yes I said it.. MySpace!

I swore I would never do MySpace but as it happens so many friends and family members have pages so I had to create one. My user name is MisguidedChalice for those of you who have accounts. My account is set to private so you would have to send a request and let me approve you. Sorry but I decided to set that one up that way for a multitude of reasons which I will not go into here...

Now I am going to try and balance out the two. This should be interesting to say the least.

Michael and I had a wonderful Birthday!!! We ended up just eating at Red Lobster because of our infatuation and love of Seafood. I swear to God I could eat that stuff for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it.

The other night we attended my youngest sister's 30th Birthday Party. Talk about fun!!! Her husbands family rented out a bar for the night so we had the whole place to ourselves. The picture of Michael and I is from the party. About 40 people came, including my parents which blew me away considering how loud and smokey the place was. They aren't big drinkers and they quit smoking over 20 years ago so I was surprised to see them stay a good 5 hours. And lets not forget the music. No Air Supply was playing so I know my mother wasn't fond of any of it!! **snicker** Here are some pics from the party....

My sister Maggie and her husband Phil.

Maggies Cake... Yes its a Barbie Princess Cake.....

Michael and my sister Cindy

Me and my sisters...

Maggie and myself

My brother-in-law Doug.. He looks a little too comfy in the tiara.

Part of the aftermath. So many many many drinks!!!

Now I have to take a moment to apologize to NV!!! We were invited over to NV's house for a barbeque yesterday and because of my alcohol consumption the night before at the party, I did not make it. Why NV keeps me as a friend I will never know but I am glad she does. And she doesn't even charge me for it. That's right you heard me.. I DO NOT have to PAY her contrary to what anyone thinks! NV.. I am sorry!!! I didn't plan on drinking and being there as long as we did but it happened and I paid the price. Believe me on that one! Just know I love you and I will see you soon! I promise!!!

As for everything else in our lives, well, they are quite good. I still love Michael to death. My son has switched schools and is actually appearing to be having a good year. That makes me happy since he was having a rough go of it this time last year. It's kind of funny because he has my science teacher from 25+ years ago. And to think she remembers who I am. She told my son I was an excellent Science Student??!!! I can't say I remember that. After all, she is the teacher who put myself and another girl in her coat closet for talking in class too much!! **snicker** Can you believe that? I was actually in the closet.. LITERALLY!!! Too damn funny!! But I came out and I even passed her class so I guess it wasn't all that bad!

Okay I promise to be a better blogger... I won't post everyday but I will do my best to do a weekly post! Life is so busy anymore its hard to make the time.

Take care everyone and I hope you have a truly Fantabulous Day!

xoxo

Chalice

Happy Birthday Michael!!!

2007-08-19T16:26:00.001-06:00

Dear Michael,

I had to take a moment to wish you a Wonderful Birthday!!! I remember this time last year both you and I had one wish and that was to celebrate our birthdays together and that wish more than came true! I Love You So Much Michael!!! Thank you for coming into my life and making all that much brighter :)

Now let's have a drink and get naked!!! **snicker**

"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made."- Robert Browning

Why????

2007-08-14T09:01:00.000-06:00

Why is it that I am having a hard time with my Birthday this year? I mean turning 37 is not the end of the world right? It's not considered over the hill like 40 so why am I having a hard time with this?

Last year turning 36 was really no big deal but then again I had so many other things going on simultaneously in my life that I didn't have time to pay it much mind.

And for those of you who don't know, Blu's birthday is the day after mine and he will be 32.

Yes, everyone, if you do the math I am 5 years and 1 day older than my baby. I have come to terms with the fact I am a cradle robber. **snicker** Blu likes older women...**snicker snicker**

Blu made a comment one day last week about getting old and I thought, "yeah right!"

Anyway, so I did some looking around this morning and found out all of the Celebrities I share my birthday with. Check this out:

Lil' Romeo - A Rapper and Actor that I really can honestly say I have never seen.
Matthew Perry - Damn I loved Friends!
LeAnn Womack - Country Music Singer...
John Stamos - I am so old I actually watched him as Blackie Parrish on General Hospital
Adam Arkin - I had to look this one up. He is from Law and Order. I know the face now..
Peter Gallagher - And actor and singer
John Deacon - Who? Didn't know this one either. He is a motorcyclist.
Jill St. John - Actress
Willie Shoemaker - Stumped again! I looked it up and he is a jockey! Won 4 Kentucky Derby's!
Gene Roddenberry - Actor
Malcom Forbes - Publisher, Politician, Multi-Millionaire who started Forbes Magazine
Ogden Nash - American Poet
Orville Wright - Co-Inventor of the first successful airplane
Tipper Gore - We all know who she is!
William Jefferson Clinton - I miss him being President

I love that list. But what really cracks me up is who Tipper and Bill share a Birthday. Do you think they actually celebrated it together in the Whitehouse? You know he was inserting cigars into interns while she was trying to place a warning label across his penis???

August 19th has a nice list of people doesn't it???

Wanna know who shares your birthday? Click here!

Now I am off to work. Gotta make that money! Have a great day everyone!

xoxoxo

Chalice

I 'Heart' Lots of Stuff

2007-08-07T08:38:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile since I have posted anything at all so I thought, What the hell....Do one now! Oh and I started a new blog, so I hope I am forgiven for not keeping this one up to speed. If you wanna check it out, click here: Nothing But Funny Commercials.

Does the world stop when someone doesn't post for awhile? Nope it doesn't. But I remember blogging at least once a day for months and having avid readers and then I stopped. I am still amazed at the amount of people who will still come to my blog even though I don't post alot anymore. So let me say, Thank You and I am sorry....

You know what? I 'Heart' Cooking. But lately it has been so ungodly hot that the last thing I want to do is turn on my oven. I am seriously having withdrawls too. I think Blu is going to wither away before long. ***sigh*** Poor guy. I feel like I have been neglecting him. But if I tried to turn the oven on he would probably yell at me because of the electricity bill. Can't blame him there..... Oh no! A Revelation! I need to go to Culinary Arts School...

I 'Heart' Popcorn. Today I am craving popcorn. Really freakin' buttery popcorn from a movie theater. Damn... I think my mouth is actually watering. How sad is that?? Why can't I have one of those huge theater popcorn machines here at home? I would be in heaven! Oh and I would have a completely enormous ass. Look at me? I have lost a ton of weight and now I am talking about having something like that in my house... SAD!!! But I still want one Damn It!

I 'Heart' Movies. So now I am having a love affair with Blockbuster. We signed up for the Blockbuster Online and I am officially obsessed and in love. We have movies all of the time. It's so cool only paying $15 a month and getting to watch a ton of movies. What could be better? New stuff. Old stuff. Doesn't matter. We never pay for anything. They send them to us and we take them to the store for more free ones and while we are watching those they send us more. Do you have any idea how cheap this service is? I mean you walk into a Blockbuster and just to rent a movie is $4.95. Gimme a break! Damn I love this service! Did I say that I love this service???

I 'Heart' Creepy Movies. I realize that is pretty much what I said above but I have to tell you, we have watched some rather intense movies lately. If you have not heard of Hard Candy, I suggest you watch it. Well if you are into psychological thrillers and crazy people. Ever since I saw this movie a week ago, I can't quit telling people about it. This movie will take you to a place you never imagined you could go. The only thing I will say about the movie because I don't want to give it away is this: Internet Predator and a 14 year old girl! Yikes!

I 'Heart' Swimming Pools. Literally right outside our door is an inground pool! Do you know how much I love that? We did a lot of swimming the last few days. Especially since its been so damn hot. I mean today alone the temperature is supposed to be 99 degrees with a heat index of 110 degrees. Crap. Who needs a stove when I can go outside and cook on the sidewalk?? Now watching Blu, my son and my nephew doing crazy dives off the side of the pool is fun!!! It's all about who can make the biggest splash while posing. I need to take my camera next time. Everything from the Captain Morgan to the Model or the Monk. Yep, I need to pictures.

I 'Heart' Funny Stuff. I am refering to some of the forwards I get in my email. Check these out! This is called 'Time's When You Should Never Hyphenate Your Name'

Now it's time to get ready for work!!! Have a most wonderful day everyone!

xoxoxox

Chalice

Michael Update

2007-07-16T20:22:00.000-06:00

I wanted to give everyone an update on Michael and also thank you for all of the support. Your comments were wonderful so again, Thank YOU!!!

Yesterday Michael woke up feeling nauseated again and when he did a check on his blood sugar it was well over 600! And the only reason we know this is due to the fact his meter did not actually register a number. It simply said 'Hi'. That is never a good thing for those of you unfamiliar with how Diabetes seems to attack its patients. He ended up taking some insulin and we headed to the Emergency Room. When they checked his blood sugar there, it actually read 683 which tells me that prior to him taking the insulin injection at home, his sugar was somewhere in the neighborhood of 800 if not higher.

If he had not taken his sugar when he did, Michael could have very well gone into a coma. It scared and him to death. But we got it down with even more insulin and plenty of fluids because he was dehydrated from being so sick.

Yesterday he was writhing in pain and it was so incredibly hard to watch. No drug was working at all until they finally gave him a good one last night. It finally enabled him to sleep somewhat which he had been lacking for well over 24 hours.

Today he is sooooooo much better!!!

I stayed with him most of the day and we just sat there watching movies and talking. You never really realize how much a true smile can mean until you see someone you have not seen do it in a while actually smiles. It warmed my heart and made me realize he was okay.

He is still in a little bit of pain but nothing compared to yesterday or the day before. He was finally himself and it was wonderful to see. He also ate for the 1st time since Friday. Solid food that is instead of warm broth and Jello. Finally, real food!

So I thought I would post a picture of him from his hospital bed today.

Since he is finally doing so much better, I think they will let him come home tomorrow! I have been crossing my fingers so much I have a cramp :) Can't wait! I miss him!

And because I feel like being mean I am going to show this video of what exactly good drugs do for a sick person. This Amazing Video will leave you Bewildered, Mesmerized and Stunned! If you would like to purchase this video, which is called Michael Gone Wild, for your personal collection, please send $9.95 to me as soon as possible!!!

Lately my son has been into taking pictures of himself since he has been doing all sorts of working out lately. I think he would turn into Popeye if he could just let a little spinach slip past his lips every once in a while!

Just gotta Vent a little...

2007-07-14T12:12:00.000-06:00

Today I am drained. Today I am mentally and physically exhausted. Today I am.....

Have you ever had to just sit and silently deal with an illness while feeling completely helpless and useless?

This past week has been a little rough on my Michael and today is no exception. A few nights ago Michael became extremely sick for several hours. He got over it a day later but this morning he awoke with that same feeling of weakness and nausea. We had to work this morning so we got up, left and made the 40 minute trek. About 45 minutes after we got there he became incredibly sick and began vomiting again. This bout continued until just a few minutes ago. So we had another round of 4 hours of nothing but getting sick.

All I could do was sit back, watch, hold his hand, run my fingers through his hair and get him anything he needed.

I hate that.... I hate it SO much....

This morning was tough because every time he gets sick it scares me tremendously. Normally, I handle it really well. I take care of him and I do it because I love him dearly. But this morning, I broke down. I seriously broke down and cried.

It's hard watching him go through this knowing there is nothing that I can do to magically make it go away or even take it on myself so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore. Of course he would tell you himself he would never wish this disease upon even his worst enemy, but I would still take away his pain if I could. His poor body has been raked over the coals for years and in all honesty, its truly taking its toll. Don't get me wrong, Michael is in very good shape for someone living with Type 1 Diabetes Mellitus. But this disease has really done a number on him.

Diabetic Neuropathy.... Nerve Damage.... I think this is the worst part of the disease. Just from watching Michael over the last few months I truly believe this is what makes his condition so unbearable. Diabetes causes severe complications with the nerve receptors in the body making it difficult to cope with everyday things whether it be loud noises, having too many people around or just being able to sense if his blood sugar levels are too high or too low.

You see, when he gets sick....HE REALLY GETS SICK!!! The vomiting is almost always very violent and uncontrollable for several hours and this morning was no exception. I can deal with watching him get sick and cleaning up after it all but what got to me this morning was simply wondering why this has to happen to him.

It's unfair. It's so completely unfair. He is such a wonderful man and he doesn't deserve this. I know, no one does but I guess when it hits so close to home that Diabetes becomes something so much more than just a word or an illness. It's very real and it's very scary. It's debilitating. It's life changing. It's inconvenient. It's terminal. To be very blunt, it's a slow painful death. And that is something he will tell you himself.

I want to make it very well known that Michael is truly the strongest person I have ever known, not only physically but mentally as well. And when I see him get sick it kills me inside as it does him. Michael does not ever like to feel or appear weak because that is not who he is but this fucking disease drains him. It exhausts him. It takes from him and that is what hurts the most.

I hate this disease but at the same time, it is a part of him. It makes him who he is and that is just a spectacular human being who looks at life as we all should. All Michael wants out of his life is happiness and love and nothing more. As long as he wakes every day and takes a breath he knows he has accomplished something monumental and that is being able to live.

Michael is my hero and my personal guardian angel. I have never loved anyone as much as I love him and I never will. How we ever came sweeping into each others lives I will never know and honestly I don't care. It happened and that is all that matters. We love each other and we are happy. That is what life is all about.

My love for you is a journey;
Starting at forever,
And ending at never.
~ by Anonymous ~

I realize this is long winded but today I just needed to vent. I needed to just get it all out because this disease of his takes it toll on all of us and if I kept it all in he would kick me for it. He always says that if you need to vent then do it because keeping it in does no one any good at all. He is right. He is so right.

Voyeur.... Via the Flickering Light Box

2007-07-11T08:26:00.000-06:00

voy·eur - (voi-yûr') - n.

A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
An obsessive observer of sordid or sensational subjects.

I am a voyeur. Yes, I have said it. Yes, I can admit it. I am a Voyeur.

Now with the admittance that I am indeed a Voyeur, I must make sure to emphasize that I am an Obsessive Observer of sordid or sensational subjects and not one who derives sexual gratification from basically being a peeping-tom.

To sum it up, I like to observe people around me at all times. I can be driving in my car and if I pass someone or they pass me, I will take a look at them. Sometimes in stores, I will just stop for a moment and take a look at someone ahead of me.

But my big thing is reality TV. How sad is that? Yet again this year, I am been suckered in by the show 'Big Brother' but this year it is a little more involved. You see Showtime has apparently teamed up with CBS and for 3 hours each and every night you get to watch the house guests live and uncut. And I CAN'T STAY AWAY!!!

I wish I could explain why but I can't other than to say watching how certain personalities attempt to mesh inside the house is sheer entertainment. I take bets with myself as to who is going to lose their mind first. I yell at certain contestants on the show as if they can somehow silently hear my warning to take heed. It truly is sad...

It makes me wonder what I would do if trapped inside a place like that. Could I actually live in a house with a ton of people I have never met for 3 months? Could I stay there and remain sane knowing I will have absolutely no contact with the outside world? No TV. No Radio. No Newspaper. No Phone Calls. No Internet. Not to mention NO PRIVACY!!! There are hundreds of camera's in that house. Even in the bathroom and the shower. And I forgot to mention the microphones. Every single conversation is recorded and heard.

Could I Do It???

Probably not. And I say that because I would absolutely could not go without having my privacy. I could probably deal with living with a ton of strangers for 3 months, especially knowing there is the prospect of receiving $500,000. But the lack of alone time would get me.

Whenever I am upset about something or I don't feel good, I simply want to be left alone. Don't touch me. Don't screw with me. Just leave me the fuck alone until I am ready to become social again.

And it is for those reasons that I am drawn to this show. I want to know will they react to something the way I would? Will they fight or surrender? Will they break down and cry or throw the biggest temper-tantrum you have ever seen?

The idea of watching people is an old one. Everyone, for the most part, wants to observe the actions of others. We can't help ourselves. Does this make us bad? No. Actually, my personal opinion is quite the contrary. In some ways its even a good thing. When we observe the negative behavior of others it tends to make us think of ourselves and how we would handle ourselves in similar situations. We get to see how everyone deals with their negativity and decide if we want to ever be looked at in the same light. Definitely not a bad thing right???

The only thing that makes it bad is simply this. Sometimes, it takes observing the bad to realize that we shouldn't do something.

I guess this brings up morality. And all I want to say about morality is this. Everyone has a set of morals. No one's is the same. We will never entirely agree with the things people around us do but that is what makes us unique. We have that right. If you don't like something you see, then turn away because that does not mean everyone else shares your opinion and just because you do not like something does not give you the right to make that person stop whatever it is they are doing just to make you happy.

Remember, morality means to conform to a specific set of rules of conduct that are considered right and just by the majority. UGH..........

You see how all of this comes together????

I thought so.....

So now that I have gone on a tangent that I truly did not expect to do, let me say this again.

I am a Voyeur and I like it.... I have morals and scruples too but I am a Voyeur via the Flickering Light Box aka.... The Television...

I WANT..... And I LOVE.....

2007-07-10T08:23:00.000-06:00

I was sitting around yesterday looking at my bedroom and it just looks so plain. You see since moving I really don't have much on my walls and believe it or not I use to really not care about that stuff. Maybe I should rephrase that a bit, I didn't care too much about items hanging on my bedroom walls but the rest of the house I always had things up.

Anyway, my bed is black metal and I love it sooooo much. It's dark and pretty all at the same time. Well my mother had bought me these 2 small wrought iron Candelabra's and I am going to hang them in the room but they are rather small so yesterday I started thinking about how wonderful the internet is and how I could probably find something I would really love to hang right over my bed...

So now I am in love.... OH My GOD!!! There are only 2 things I would do differently and that is there would be more black in these items and secondly, they would actually hold tealight candles instead of lights. Oh yeah, there is one more thing.. I would NOT make them $450!!!! YIKES!!! I guess I need to put my skills I actually learned from taking a year of shop class to work (yes I actually took shop class and even made things out of wrought iron.....I know...Surprising right???)

Now I do realize that by posting this stuff my total girly side is coming out. Wait! Or is it my age.... UGHHHHHH......

Anyway, Michael thinks he is now going to go broke from me wanting stuff like this... Geez, what a whiner! *snicker*

Regardless, those are fucking awesome :)

Now I was at BarDouble's Blog and she listed a few things she loves so I thought I would just take a second to list a few things I just love to pieces...

Sitting near the ocean or lake at night when the moon is out and reflecting off the water.
Walking in the rain with my face upwards smiling.
The smell of clean clothes when they come out of the dryer.
The sound of thunder crashing during a storm.
Singing loudly to one of my favorite love songs while driving in my car.
Being hugged up on the couch next to Michael while watching a movie.
The way 600 thread count sheets feel when you first put them on the bed after coming out of the dryer. SOOOOO SOFT!
The way Michael looks at me every single day.
Drifting off in a good book.
My son's laughter.
The changing leaves during Autumn.
MY Life :)

And what is it that you love...???

Happy 4th of July!!!

2007-07-04T07:45:00.000-06:00

I wanted to wish everyone a very SAFE and HAPPY 4th of July!

I found this video on YouTube. This was voted the worst largest Pyrotechnics Display by Guinness Book of World Records in January of this year. Even though its from New Years, it is truly an incredible display.... Enjoy and have a Terrific Day!

A Long Winded Post

2007-07-01T11:35:00.000-06:00

Okay so I am a complete slacker! Here I go and post my 5 questions and get a couple of you who want questions and what do I do? I go and disappear....again....! I know I completely suck! I have no good excuse other than the fact I am exhausted and the motivation to write just disappeared. Plus we have a million things going on.

Where to start??? Well today I am excited and nervous all at the same time. Michael's kids are coming into town today with his parents. This is the first time I will meet them and I am just a little bit nervous. Why? I really don't know because from everything I have ever been told they are pretty much little "Michael Clones". Here is a picture Michael posted on his blog last year of him and his son's so you can see exactly how much they look like their father.

My son is overly excited about them coming to stay for awhile. He likes the prospect of having 2 younger brothers. He has already made all of these plans for the 3 of them! We are going swimming and to Worlds of Fun and Here and There... It's incredibly cute! We are going to have alot of fun together so I can't wait for them to get here tonight.

Michael and I have been working like mad-dogs. He ended up basically kicking everyone all over the place at work as far as getting a bonus. How much he will actually end up with I don't know but the managers at work have dubbed him 'Money Mike'. It cracks me up :) As for me, well I got a bonus last month but no where even close this month. It happens..... Hopefully next month we will both take home the big bucks!

Tuesday night we went to Harrahs and gorged ourselves on All-You-Can-Eat Alaskan King Crab Legs. This has got to be one of the best foods in the world besides lobster. Then again, if it came out of the ocean I am pretty much game at eating it. So the 3 of us sat there in the restaurant for almost a good 2 hours doing nothing but eating. Afterwards, the 3 of us were so stuffed we could hardly walk and our stomachs hurt so much I thought I was seriously going to explode..... But what do you do when it's $22.00 per person to eat at this buffet??? That's right you stuff yourself exactly the way we did.

Last weekend I had such a good time! I got to watch my new nephew Paul. Michael and I had a blast sitting around with a 3 month old. It brought back so many memories....

Now I would like to say something to Varsity Jock. You know when I was going through my questions and answers I left out my blog buddy VJ! VJ... Can you forgive me? Huh? Do you wanna come to my little Island to hang out and party??? And I never did tag him either so I would like to take this moment to post a few questions for Mr. VJ so he can consider himself tagged and that way he will feel all warm and fuzzy and stuff inside :) **snicker** So here you go VJ.... HAVE FUN CUZ YOU ARE TAGGED!!!

You have been given a million dollars to throw an enormous party. Who would you invite? Where would it be? Would you have bands there and if so who?
Tell us all about your craziest Rugby story. I know how good you are now I want to know the craziest thing that has ever happened while you were playing.
I want to know about your dream vacation. Where would it be and what would you do while on it?
If you could be like any Celebrity in the world who would it be and why? And as a little bonus question, if you were allowed the opportunity to date any Celebrity who would it be and why?
If there was one thing about yourself that you could change what would it be and why?

Now I must move on to Aunt Jackie and Scarlett! I am sorry it took me so long to get your questions so I apologize! Because it took me so long, as a punishment for my neglect, you can come up with a few mind-benders for me if you would like. Here are your questions:

If you could have your choice of a dream job what would it be and why?
You are given 1 million dollars to plan a Bloggers get-together. Tell us where, when and what your party is all about.
You can choose bloggers to spend 6 months locked in a house with. Who would these people be? Why would you choose them and what kind of place would this house be?
Tell us the most scared you have ever been in your life and what scared you so badly.
If you could change one thing about your life what would it be and why?

So there you go.... Now I think I am actually out of little things to talk about. Sorry if I disappeared AGAIN.... Just know I may be scarce this week but its because we have alot going on this week but we will post some pics of all the fun later...

XOXOXO
Chalice

Cuz BD Asked....

2007-06-20T08:25:00.000-06:00

So I went to BarDouble's blog to as usual read about her crazy life and was asked if I wanted to answer some questions she came up with about my life. Well, cuz I ain't scared I said Yeppers! So here are the questions I was asked and their answers.....

1. You are given 1 million dollars to plan a Bloggers get-together. Tell us where, when and what your party is all about.

Hmmmm... A Million Dollars is soooooooo much money! I think I would have to find a way to rent an Island somewhere out in the Pacific for a week during the month of August, preferably around my birthday so it could be a duel bash!!! **snicker, don't forget the gifts!** It would just be a kick ass time with all of the food and tasty beverages one could ask for in the tranquility and seclusion of paradise. If it wasn't possible to rent an island, then I would have to try and get the Stanley Hotel in Colorado, the one where they filmed the movie "The Shining" for a week. They say that place is haunted so those of you who know me know I would be getting pretty intoxicated while doing some ghost hunting :) Regardless of which place, it would be a tremendous time!

2. We all know you LOVE your man! Tell us where you met and how you fell in love.

Oh wow! I love this story. Well Michael and I actually met online. Yep. You can actually meet people online and fall completely and totally head over heels in love with them! Here is how is happened. I started blogging in January of 2006 and one day while hitting that little 'next blog' button at the top of the screen I came across a blog called '6:19' which Michael had put together. The point of the blog was about a man with insomnia who made 2 posts everyday and they happened to be a 6:19 each time. Interesting I thought! I read 2 posts. One entitled 'The Boogeyman' and the other was called 'Flowers In The Attic'. I loved what they said and posted a comment. Well the next day he came to my blog and slowly we just kept venturing back and forth to each other's blog posting comments. About 4 weeks later, I get an email asking if I wanted to do a joint blog with him because he said I was funny (and not lookin either damn it!). So we did that for a bit and then started corresponding by email. By the end of April we had started chatting by Yahoo Instant Messenger and that is when we became the best of friends. We had everything in common and enough differences that was just the perfect mesh. We fit. We clicked as they say. I had my first phone conversation with him in June of last year, yes a year ago this month. We talked all of the time. At the end of August, we both wanted to know if the feelings we were having for each other were real so we decided we wanted to meet and in mid-September, Michael made the trip from Texas to Missouri and we spent a wonderful 3 day weekend together. I still remember that first time I say him with my very own eyes.... I still get chills thinking about it. He left and went back home and it was after he went back (which was hard by the way. He didn't want to leave and my heart broke when he left) that we decided we wanted to make this work. So in December he brought is family and they helped him relocate up here with me. And it's been the most wonderful experience of my life. The interent brought me my best friend and the love of my life. Honestly, I have never been happier..... He makes my world brighter with a simple smile!

3. Tell us the craziest story you have ever heard on your job.

Oh Lord.... Okay I had to think about this one for a minute but here you go. A woman had called in saying she really wanted to pay her bill but she just couldn't because she was in the hospital. Yep she was actually calling from her hospital bed! And she was in the hospital because of the following: first her daughter tried to kill her and she doesn't know why because she raised her daughter to not be a killer (yes she actually said that) and then one day she was in her car and it got hit by a train which broke her legs and shortly after going home from that hospital stay she was struck in the head with an Air Conditioning unit! The whole story reminded me of a Roadrunner and Wyle E. Coyote cartoon! She was definitely the coyote!

4. Tell us what your dream vacation would be.

I would want to travel outside the US to a couple of different places. First would be Ireland. I have always wanted to visit that country. The Japanese culture has always fascinated me so that would be my next stop. But finally, I would have to go and stay in Dracula's Castle. Since as you know and as I said earlier, I have a total and complete fascination with all things scary!

5. You can choose bloggers to spend 6 months in a locked house with. Tell us who and why.

Well obviously, Blu would be my number one pick. I couldn't stay 6 months anywhere without him. He brings too much fun to my world! Plus he has a music collection to die for and he is funny as hell. Then I would pick NaughtyVoyeur because she has been my best friend for years. She is as sarcastic as myself and we do have fun when we get to see each other. Plus we have the ability to have great conversation! Next would be Miss BarDouble because I think her and I share a mind at times. So many things she says and thinks I agree with 110%. Plus, I know she is another one I could have a meaningful conversation with. Then there is Sirdar. A witty, funny and very intelligent fellow! RockDog because he would make sure we never forgot the 80's! Oh and we would never have a dull moment with him around. Aunt Jackie because she is just off the wall at times. I love her little rants and tangents. Bottom line is she makes me laugh. Scarlett because she would bring a nice artistic side to all of us. She is smart and sweet and just one cool chica. Steven Novak (even though he isn't blogging anymore) because he makes us all laugh and wonder with his off the wall true life stories. I don't think we would have a moment of boredom! And lastly would be Jason, Mr. Cigar's Coffee and Donuts. Gotta have a cop to keep us in line even though I think he would probably be as crazy as the rest of us. **snicker** There are actually several more people and its only because I enjoy reading their blogs. I like their stories and their insight.....

Now if anyone would like for me to ask them some questions, let me know and I would gladly come up with 5 of them for you! It could be fun so come on.. What do ya say????

Uh Oh.. Tagged By AJ!

2007-06-18T10:21:00.000-06:00

Tagged Tagged Tagged - Apparently, I am IT! Thanks to Aunt Jackie that is :)

Now there are rules to this little tagging session and they are as follows:

I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.

Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Some people do not realize that I actually have webbed toes. On each of my feet, the two toes next to my big toe are webbed together.

There are certain shows that I will watch over and over again even if I have seen all of the episodes. Those would be Seinfeld and Family Guy. There are also a few movies that I watch everytime I see they are on like "An Affair to Remember" and "Rebecca".

If I could spend my life doing a career of my choice, I would be a writer.

My sisters dubbed me the 'Song Goddess' at a young age because of the way I dance around like a fool and sing when a song I really love comes on. It's my music teachers fault because they always chose me to do the damn solo's and believe it or not, I hated it!

I love to have my back scratched so hard until it damn near bleeds. I know it sounds strange but it's the truth. And I love that burning feeling that always follows when its all done...AHHHHH!!!

I hate it when my foods touch on my plate. Drives me batty beyond belief!

I have OCD's. I have to each things like Skittles and M&M's in a "color-pleasing" order. I cannot go to sleep without checking my alarm several times and it usually starts a couple of hours before bed. I will sneak into my bedroom (so Michael doesn't notice) and will check it without anyone seeing. There are a few others but I will keep those to myself.

I consider 7 and 13 my lucky numbers. In fact, I love Friday the 13th. It's always been one of my lucky days.

Now for the people who I shall be tagging........... Hmmmmmm.........

Blu... Because he has too and because he loves me and I know he will give in and do it!

NaughtyVoyeur... Cuz she is my best friend and I know how much she loves doing this stuff!

Sirdar... Cuz he is a rather interesting fellow and I want to hear some quirky little details about him!

Scarlett... Cuz she is one Cool Chica!

BarDouble... Cuz I swear this girl is like my twin sometimes! We think too much alike :)

Jason, oh Yes Mr. Cigar's Coffee and Donuts! You are being tagged!

And Birdman33... Only because he makes me laugh everytime I read his blog.

So there you go bitches... You all have been tagged! **snicker**

Happy Father's Day

2007-06-17T10:43:00.000-06:00

"Fatherhood is an adventure that takes you places you never knew existed and
provides you some of life's greatest joys."

Happy Father's Day to all of the Wonderful Dad's out there! You know who you are! Those dad's who take the time to sit down and talk to their children, show them right from wrong, play with them all while always keeping in mind that showering them with hugs and kisses is one of the most Manly things you could ever do!

I especially have to wish My Michael a Happy Father's Day for being a Terrific Father to My Son. You are showing him things he never knew and teaching him how to grow into a Wonderful Man. Saying Thank you doesn't even begin to show you exactly how much I truly appreciate you being in our lives..... I Love You Always.....

Caleb- i love you ty for everything you have evr done!!! <---Words from the heart :)

Dining Ala Commode???

2007-06-14T12:52:00.000-06:00

Today I was feeling very very sick. Don't know why buy nausea is kicking my ass today. **Sigh** But while looking around the net, I found a rather unique restaurant I just may have to visit one day....

In the Southern Taiwanese city of Kaohsiung, guests of Martun's Restaurant are seated upon the most royal of thrones...... A Toilet..... Martun is Chinese for Toilet by the way... It isn't just the seating that makes the restaurant different but you food is served up in toilet bowls of both Asian and Western styles.... Apparently, this has been around awhile and I have just never seen it before and it's so popular, they have opened up a second restaurant :) Nice!

I am curious, what do you do when you actually have to use the toilet? As long as they don't bring you out a roll of toilet paper and say have fun, its all good..... Right????

30 Days of Night

2007-06-14T08:23:00.000-06:00

In a sleepy, secluded Alaska town called Barrow, the sun sets and doesn't rise for over thirty consecutive days and nights. From the darkness, across the frozen wasteland, an evil will come that will bring the residents of Barrow to their knees. The only hope for the town is the Sheriff and Deputy, a husband and wife who are torn between their own survival and saving the town they love.

Now how is someone who loves the sick and twisted supposed to wait patiently for October to come around to see this movie??? I will be clinically and certifiably insane by that point. Remember nothing says good old fashioned family fun like living in a town of unleashed vampires during 30 days of darkness!!!

Now I am excited about this:

From acclaimed musician and filmmaker, Rob Zombie ("The Devil's Rejects," "House of 1000 Corpses") comes an entirely new take on the highly successful and terrifying Halloween legacy that began in 1978. While revealing a new chapter in the established Michael Myers saga, the film will surprise both classic and modern horror fans with a departure from prior films in the Halloween franchise. Audiences should brace themselves for unprecedented fear as Zombie turns back time to uncover the making of a pathologically disturbed, even cursed child named Michael Myers.

And this comes out August 31st! I will have to go and see it as a late birthday present to myself :)

Only A Man....

2007-06-13T08:11:00.000-06:00

I got this in my email and its obviously written by a man....

Why Do I Love Him???

2007-06-12T08:57:00.000-06:00

My long wait has finally come to a screeching halt as Gordon Ramsey reopened Hell's Kitchen last night. Why do I love this Man? WHY? WHY? WHY?

Is it his uncontrollable tirades and very blantant use of the word 'Fuck'? Is it that glazed-over look of a madman he gets in those eyes as he screams at the contestants on the show? Or maybe its the way he so eloquently takes a bite of someones food and gracefully calls it 'shit' and spits it out.

Whatever the case, I am so excited to have the madman back! All Hail Gordon Ramsey and Hell's Kitchen! Anyway, it's much better than the Sopranos ending.......

2007-06-11T10:01:00.000-06:00

It's official... We are in our new place and we love it! Today we finally got the home phone, cable and Internet all hooked up so I feel like we are back in touch with the rest of the world again and its about time.

We have fallen in love with this new place!!! We have almost everything unpacked which makes it that much nicer. I hate living out of boxes. UGH!!!!

We have had a few issues with moving. For one, we had to get rid of our dog because they don't allow dos of his size here. Giving up Loco was so hard. I love that Dog! My son took it much better than I thought it would. I mean this past couple of years we have made so many changes in our lives that this was just one more thing to add to the pile of craziness we have endured. But he knows Loco is in a good place and will be loved and happy.

As for Michael and myself, well we are more than happy. In fact, this move has been so good for us. We were already doing great but it just seems we are even happier now. Does that make sense? We have a great life together and it only gets better as each day passes. I am so blessed to have a wonderful man like this in my life.

And to top it all off, I now work with my best friend. Michael started working in the collections business about 3 weeks ago and you know what? He is a FIEND!!! And I thought I was a good collector. He makes me look like an amateur with the amount of money he is collecting. It's insane! He has managers fighting over him in departments and it just blows my mind. And to think this is a man who truly thought he would not be good at this job let alone like it and now he has completely changed his tune. The funny thing is that they put him in my department. So not only do we share a life together outside of work but now we work together. Alot of people couldn't do it and honestly, neither of us thought we could either but we are making it work. We keep it very professional. You know, no sex in the conference room...stuff like that :) **snicker** Seriously, we are both there to work and that is exactly what we do. Work comes before anything else. We do share our lunch break and the occasional sneak outside for a smoke but other than that, we try not to get into each other's business and its working out really well.

Work for me is spectacular! I think I mentioned we have the potential to bonus here and I did just that! I am so fucking excited I can't stand it! How much will my bonus be? I really don't know but it should be a fairly hefty one! I knew the possibility to make money but until you bonus you really don't see it so needless to say, I am ecstatic! And at the rate Michael is going, he will bonus his first month out. DAMN!!!! I am so proud of the both of us!

Well that's about it for now. I am going to sit and enjoy my cable for awhile and surf the net since its been so long since I have done that.

Take care everyone!

xoxox
Chalice

We are ALIVE!! I Promise!

2007-05-31T18:05:00.000-06:00

Just so everyone knows, Michael and I have not fallen off the face of the earth! I promise!!! We have been moving into a new place and doing all sorts of crazy domestic things but..... We shall be back soon... Promise!

Moving SUCKS!!! I have decided it would be much better to get my leg caught in a bear trap and then gnaw it off to escape rather than move.... UGH...

But we absolutely love our new place. Its smaller than our other place but so much more homey... Damn we love it so much!

Even though he isn't with me at the moment, I know he says hi! We won't have the internet up at our place until the 11th of June so I came by my mother's house and decided to sneak on her machine and do a quick post...

Take care everyone and we will chat at ya soon...

xoxo
Chalice

I am an Addict in DESPERATE need of a Support Group

2007-04-30T09:50:00.000-06:00

Damn what a weekend!

I know I am not alone when I say this, but Weekends are so precious to me. I don't mind working but it's always nice to have those days where I can stay up as late as I want and sleep in the next day. And that is exactly what happens around here.

Michael and I will usually stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching movies or listening to his 2 million songs he has on his computer. Okay it's not quite 2 million but he is working on it slowly but surely.

This weekend was really nice. We had the entire house to ourselves this weekend. My son went and stayed over at my sister's house to hang out with my nephew.

So what did Michael and I do? Well I would tell you but then I would have to kill you for fear you would tell everyone..... Kidding.... Or am I???

Doesn't that make it sound like we did all sorts of top secret things?? **snicker** Maybe we were?

Seriously, we did what made us happy which is simply spend time with each other. We do that anyway all of the time but it always a little more special when there are no other voices around.

So we ended up pretty much having an unlimited movie watching weekend. Here is the run down...

The Departed.... Great movie with Jack Nicholson, Matt Damon, Leonardo DiCaprio and Mark Wahlburg.

Superman Returns.... I wasn't sure how this one would be considering there was no Christopher Reeves but I actually liked it. Okay someone at work told this joke the other day and even though it's in the extreme realm of bad taste, I am going to post it anyway.

What is the opposite of Christopher Reeves? ***Starting in with the Jeopardy Music*** and the answer is.... What is Christopher Walken?? Okay.... Okay bad joke but funny as hell :) Christopher Walken! You get it right???

Deja Vu.... This movie was a trip! It went in places I really didn't think it would!

The Fast and the Furious, Tokyo Drift.... I love watching movies with great driving. Maybe it's because I know deep inside that I could drive just like that. Hell what am I talking about? I can see myself behind the wheel of a Nascar that's how much I love to drive!

And how can I forget the shining star of all of the movies we watched???

The Death of a Cheerleader.... This incredible little tale was the workings of the Lifetime Movie Network and stars Kelly Martin and Tori Spelling. If I tell you about the movie it will give it away so I will put it this way, Tori Spelling plays a character named Stacy Lockwood who is the type of person who is very popular in school because her family has money and because she is a mean bitch. She spends her time making fun of others to make herself look good. Kelly Martin plays Angela Delvecchio. Poor Angela has it bad. She is not popular and not the most beautiful girl in the world and her ambition is to simply be popular and well liked so she chooses Stacy to model her life after and tries to become her friend until things go horribly wrong! Now I cannot divulge anything else here because it would give it away. Just know this movie is based on a true story and will leave you going "Wow! So this is what happens when you are a mega bitch to those less fortunate than yourself!" I decided to do a little research on the story and found out the real names of people were Kristen Costas "Stacey Lockwood" and Bernadette Prutti, "Angela Delvecchio". Damn peer pressure is a fucking bitch! If you care to read the actual story, click here.

See with me going on this little verbal rampage, I now must tell you that I am an addict. That's right. I am addicted to the Lifetime Movie Network. They always sucker me in with their movies based on real facts. Hell just the other day, I was watching "Small Sacrifices" which is the story of psycho crazy lady Diane Downs who kills her children to get a man. Fucking Loon! And who stars as Diane Downs you may ask? Farrah Fawcett! It's such a good movie that I actually recorded it so I could watch it again. I am soooooooo pathetic!

And what is on my television screen right now? Try the Lifetime Movie Network! And what movie is on you may be wondering? "When Andrew Came Home". This is a movie about a child who comes home after being kidnapped by his abusive father for 5 years.

See how bad this is? I seriously need some help! I cannot even begin to tell you how much of my life has been spent staring at the flickering light box, aka the television, completely immersed in the world of Lifetime Movies. If I sat here and really thought about it, I could probably come up with a list of a couple hundred movies I know I have watched but that wouldn't compare to a list I could make if I could remember them all.

Oh GOD! Why hast thou forsaken me? Why hast thou brought forth LMN into my life?

So I guess I have to do a 12 step program or something. I need to get up to the podium in front of everyone and say it just like this.

"Hello everyone... My name is Chalice and I am a Lifetime movie addict. It all began some 5 years ago while working at my best friend NaughtyVoyeur's house. NV allowed me to watch her satellite television while I worked and it was because of this, that slowly but surely, I became addicted to the Lifetime Movie Network. It started off relatively slow. Just a movie here and there but then it became an every day thing. I had to get my Movie fix. I had to see who was going to die or what severe ailment one had just so I could make it through my day. It's to the point where I turn that station on when I get up daily just to see what is going to be on and whether or not I should record something while I am at work. There have even been weekends where I went on binges of doing nothing but watching movie after movie after movie. So I say this, 'Lifetime Movie Network, you may think you have won but you have not! I refuse to allow my life to be overrun by you and your made-for-tv movies anymore! No more will I watch movies about Death, Rape, Who is the Daddy, I have Scleroderma, My daughter is a prostitute, I want to dance so bad I gave myself Bulemia, I am not pretty and popular so its everyone else's fault, My husband killed my daughter because he has Multiple Personality Disorder, Someone stole my baby and we got blamed when it was all an elaborate baby buying scheme and I killed for a man! That's right Lifetime! You will not have me as your Movie-Watching Slave anymore!' Well wait, there is a good one on now so I will check back with all of you later and fill you in on my progress of beating this nasty addiction!"

And that is when I run for the door, jump into my car and head home to veg out on my couch and curl up with a good movie! Does anyone have any popcorn? I think I am running out!

So can anyone help save me from the Beast that is "The Lifetime Movie Network"??? That's right I called it the beast! I think we have found the identity of the Anti-Christ!

The Blah's

2007-04-24T08:37:00.000-06:00

I am sooooo tired today! You would think after actually going to bed fairly early (1:30 am...yes that is actually early considering I work nights) that I might actually be a little more alert today. But Alas.. I am not!

My head is all stuffed up today and I hate that. I blame Michael. I know he brought home diseases from UPS!

Poor guy was so sick yesterday. I felt so bad. I babied him as much as I possibly could but he still feels like death warmed over. He can't breathe because his head is all clogged up. His throat is itchy and scratchy. He has the chills and his whole body hurts.

So today I wake up with a stuffy head and now I am coughing a little bit and my throat is sore!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's hard to talk on the phone all day long begging people for their money when you don't really feel like talking at all.... ***sigh*** What can ya do right?

Alright, Hero's came back on last night and I have to admit, I really like that show. I never watched it at all until Michael got me into it. I think I could use a good dose of some powers right now. I think invisibility would serve me well along with the ability to self heal. Ahhh to hell with it, I may as well say I want them all.

Tonight is American Idol night! Now everyone say it with me... Hip Hip Hurray!!! SANJAYA IS GONE!!! Took long enough! I guess last night he had a guest spot on Letterman doing the top ten list. I missed it which sucks because Michael and I are die hard Letterman fans and we watch the show religiously....but here it is...

Am I the only one who thinks this kid smiles just like Eddie and Charlie Murphy? Hmmmm??? Well he has had way more than his 20 minutes of fame and now its time to move on.... So Adios Sanjaya...

Funny Cartoon I love.. Reminds me a little bit of Sanjaya...

Have a most Terrific Day Everyone!

Nuthin' But Stuff

2007-04-23T13:14:00.000-06:00

This weekend was another one of those weekends where we ended up having a ton of fun just hanging out together.

I love weekends like this...

Friday night after picking Michael up from work we all watched "The Gridiron Gang". Talk about a tear jerker of a movie. I love these feel-good movies like this but when you can't quit crying while watching can drive you crazy. My son ended up falling asleep in the floor with his blanket and pillow about 1/2 way through it. Even at the age of 13 he is still very sweet looking when he passes out like that.

Saturday night Michael and I went to see Grindhouse. What a trip of a movie that is! I loved it! The way they put it together like something out of the 70's just made it that much better. It was funny to see what looked like little hairs on the screen along with all of the fuzziness and grain. So if you really like old cult classics, I suggest you go and see this movie because it is definitely worth the 3 1/2 hours in the theater.

Yesterday after eating a huge late breakfast we all got dressed and went to Water Works park to see their Disc Golf Course. Michael first introduced me to disc golf awhile back. For those of you who don't know what it is, it's playing golf with a Frisbee type disc except the disc's come in all sorts of different weights. The object of the game is just like golf in the sense you have to get the lowest score possible after the 18 holes. But they aren't really holes. They are baskets with metal chains wrapped around them to grab the disc when it hits so it falls directly into the basket. Definitely a cool game. You can check out some info on it here. So here in the next couple of weeks we have decided to buy some discs so all of us can go out and play. It should be fun as well as a hell of a work out considering the courses are very hilly and have lots of trees.

But today, its back to the grind. Back to the lovely world of collections! I don't mind Mondays so much though because I get to only work 4 hours instead of a full shift. Very nice way to start the week :)

Have a terrific day everyone!

Sordid Tales of a Bill Collector

2007-04-15T02:13:00.000-06:00

As strange as it is to say, I am a Bill Collector.... and I am good at it!

I began my crazy career as a collector some 18 years ago (good Lord if that doesn't give away my age!). I started down this interesting path by mistake. I was working at a temp agency and got sent to a rather large company (who shall remain nameless but it rhymes with Shittybank) thus falling head first into the entertaining and cruel world of the debt collector.

It may seem strange to those of you who read my blog and see me in a completely different light, but there is a side of me that is fairly aggressive and it's that part that allows me to come to life, so-to-speak, on the other end of the phone with someone who cannot pay their bills.

Now I am not one of those who insists on badgering and intimidating the caller on the other end of the line. I just don't see the point in it all if you really want to know. Especially considering the majority of the people I talk to really want to pay their bills but they just don't have the money. Hey, life happens and so many times it means we suffer financial woes so why treat someone like shit when they just don't have the money.

Yes, for the most part I am a very nice and fairly compassionate bill collector.

I know.... I know.... It sounds strange but never-the-less, it's very true.

But even I have my moments. Yep, those times when the person on the other end of the line, well to put it bluntly, is a complete fucking asshole. I wish I had a nicer word for it but why sugar coat the facts???

I have been called every single name in the book and that doesn't phase me in the slightest. Hell, there are even times when I start laughing. Can't help it! It's either laugh or get pissed and I think the first of the two is a much better way to deal with it all.

Well there are also those times when what you are hearing on the other end of the line sends twinges of disbelief all through you. You have to sit back a second and actually ask yourself if you are really hearing what you think you are hearing.

**WARNING!!! What you are about to read contains foul language and strong sexual content. If this content bothers you, I suggest you stop reading now for I cannot be held liable for injuring your virgin ears***

For example.... Take Betty for instance. She has an account that is severely late. So late its getting to the point where the lender is simply going to pursue her for nothing short of the balance on the account. Well, we call Betty and here is the conversation...

***Disclaimer... the names have been changed to protect the innocent but the story in which you are about to read is true.***

ME: Hello, may I speak with Betty Please?

MAN ON PHONE: Who the fuck is this?

ME: My name is Kristine and I'm calling from ******. Is Betty there?

MAN ON PHONE: Fuck you Bitch! You aren't talking to my wife!

ME: Sir, this really isn't necessary, I was merely calling to speak with your wife about a personal business matter. I am calling on the ******** account.

MAN ON PHONE: Bitch! She has personal business alright and that is sucking on my balls!

***Now mind you, I normally wouldn't listen to this stuff because its a huge waste of time, however, this man was so completely crazy I had to see where it would go. Does this make me a little sick a twisted? Possibly but hey, I have to get my entertainment whenever I can at work. So what do I do? I play into it! SICK PUPPY I AM!***

ME: Sir, I really don't understand where you are going with all of this. I really need to talk to Betty. Is she there?

***I pause a second and hear nothing so I proceed***

ME: Federal law requires me to inform you that this is an attempt to collect the debt and any information I obtain will be used for that purpose. This call may be monitored or recorded for quality assurance and training purposes.

MAN ON PHONE: Go ahead and record me Bitch cuz I don't give a fuck!

ME: Sir, can I talk to Betty or do you want to talk about the account?

MAN ON PHONE: If you want to talk to Betty you will have to come over here and pry her mouth off my big black cock! Ain't that right bitch! Huh???

***Right now my hand is on the mute button and I am telling the manager I sit next to and the girl on the other side to listen to the conversation. They jump up excitedly and come over to my desk.***

ME: So are you unwilling to discuss your account with us?

MAN ON PHONE: Balls Bitch! You know you like em' don't ya? And that is the only thing you are gettin' outta me! You heard me Bitch! You get my balls to pay your fucking bill with!

***snickering with my friend and manager. We can tell by the slurred words he has to be slightly drunk, wait... really drunk.***

FELLOW COLLECTOR BESIDE ME LISTENING: This dude be off da chain! DAMN!!! This mutha fucka is Off Da Hook!!! **snickering loudly**

MY MANAGER: Keep him on the line for a few minutes so we can get him on tape.

MAN ON PHONE: Balls! Suck My Balls Bitch! Suck My Balls Bitch!

***The crazy idiot goes into a song of "Suck my balls bitch" for a good 2 minutes. It didn't get old either. Between the words, which he sang so eloquently mind you, he managed to throw in a few "oh's" along with some humming. I am telling you, the man should be nominated for a Grammy! After that 2 minutes, the phone fell silent. It was my chance!***

ME: Are you done because you owe me $2382.64 and I need to know when you are going to pay this bill?

MAN ON PHONE: I already told you how I was gonna pay Bitch!

ME: Okay sir! We are getting no where so I am going to hang up now and we will call you again tomorrow.

MAN ON PHONE: Fuck you bitch! Call me later today!

***With that I hung up the phone***

Now this is not the normal person I talk to. In fact, they are few and far between, but when you get one on the phone, you have to take a moment and listen. Talking to people like this give an amazing insight into the lives of the people in the world around me.

Listening to the twisted, disgusting and disturbed of this planet make me realize I am not so crazy. **breathing a sigh of relief and wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.**

The sad thing is I only wish my little tale were an exaggeration but they aren't. Okay, I lied about the wishing they were an exaggeration. I have to admit, I do love listening to this stuff. If only I could get my hands on the recordings. You see, he hasn't just talked to me this way. He does it to every single female he gets on his phone. I scrolled back through all of the notes to see comments like, "Male has a filthy mouth!" and "Man said very rude and dirty things to me!"

Ahhh what a world!

Now will I ever get money out of this guy? Oh Hell No!!! It wouldn't happen! Not in a million years. But the ride we as collectors will take to try and get this guy to pay will be an intense and more than interesting one.

School..... Not Like It Use To Be...

2007-04-09T13:41:00.000-06:00

School has changed since I was there...

UNION CITY, N.J. (AP) - School district officials are trying to identify who watched $250 worth of pay-per-view pornographic movies using a school cable television box, officials said.
Someone after business hours used one of the five cable boxes in the Board of Education building to order the films, priced between $4.95 and $9.95.
The cable provider, Cablevision, has refunded the school district the money, and is helping to investigate the purchases.
School officials have since gotten rid of three of the cable boxes. A board official said the building had cable in case there was an emergency.

My guess is the janitor or janitors were tired of sweeping and mopping the floors. Nothing adds a little spice to your place of employment like watching blow jobs and hot sex free of charge! Maybe today I will go to work and surf internet porn. Wonder how long I will have a job??? I bet they had the following bumper stickers on their car too....

Okay I have to admit, this whole thing makes me laugh a little bit. I can't help it. The world around me never ceases to amaze.....

Now what is my mood for the day????

QUIRKY!!!

Just a Good Thought....

2007-04-02T08:09:00.000-06:00

Lately, I have been having entirely too much fun! Wait! That doesn't sound right? How can I have too much fun? Honestly, I don't think there is such a thing......

So I will start over....

Lately, I have been having So Much Fun!!!

Life is so crazy. There are so many things happening in my life lately that most people would run screaming down the street pulling their hair out as they go. I do need to correct part of that statement..... Our lives have been that way. I have to mention Michael and my son in that because they are as affected by everything as much as I am. Besides, we are a family and families deal with everything together right???

But regardless of how crazy, monotonous, hard or whatever other descriptive word you can find to call life I am just happy as hell because we have managed (and pretty darn good if you ask me) to stay focused and positive. We have found the fun in each other.

It doesn't matter if Michael is doing some crazy ass jig in the middle of the living room floor or my son is telling one of his off the wall jokes, its always fun.

There was a time when my outlet of fun was sitting on this computer. It didn't matter what I was doing it was my source of entertainment.

Now things are different.

I share my life with someone who makes the world fun. He is silly and unique. The bottom-line is this... Michael is himself.

He spends time with myself and my son. What else could we ask for?

Now don't get me wrong, I still love getting on the computer from time to time, but nothing like before. I use to spend hours and hours on the computer every day but now, not even close. I have a great family to occupy my mind and time.

And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I truly believe all of us are happy.

I refuse to sugar coat it all though. I won't make you think we are some perfect sitcom family because its far from it. We have our moments of sadness and tension. But who doesn't? We have just kept in mind that none of that really matters as long as you have family and friends who love and care about you. We make it through the rough times by talking about and then making sure we laugh afterwards.

There once was a time when I hated life but guess what? I love it now more than ever.... And believe it or not, happiness really isn't that hard to get. You just need to sit back and enjoy the world around you. Take it in and try not to miss a thing. But most of all, try and make it fun. Be silly. Act the fool on occasion! And always smile :)

These are a couple of picture from when we went down to Crown Center weekend before last. A day when fun and silliness reigned supreme!

Torture???

2007-03-27T07:55:00.000-06:00

Alright everyone... I need some input here!

Now if a person hates to be tickled, do you think it can be considered torture to tickle that person???

In case you are wondering, I HATE TO BE TICKLED!!!

I think tickling is cruel and mean. So what if I happen to laugh while its being done, that doesn't necessarily mean I am enjoying it? In fact, its quite the opposite. It hurts....

Michael and I always sit side by side on the couch when we are spacing off into the lala land known as the television. Well, for whatever reason, he always feels the need to tickle the shit out of me. Sometimes it's so bad I end up sliding off the couch onto the floor as its my only way of getting away from him all while screaming at the top of my lungs. Dare I mention I am usually about 2 seconds away from wetting my pants????!!!!

See cruelty.... Pure and Simple....

So now let me give you a scenario....

Last night we were once again sprawled out on the couch watching tv when Michael decides it is his mission to help me rid myself of my fear of being tickled.

"Baby, come on just lift up your arm! Have trust!"

"Fuck NO! I have no trust because you always tickle me!"

Slowly my arm is being pulled upward exposing my arm pit...

"Michael! STOP IT!!! I don't want to be tickled!"

"I'm not going to tickle you! I swear! Just trust me!"

With him holding up one arm he lies his hand right inside my arm pit and moves it a little.

Here is me... Squirm... Squirm... Legs bouncing up and down wildly... Squirm... Squirm...

"STOP IT!!! MICHAEL PLEASE!!! STOP IT!!! I HATE THIS!!! I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO DO IT!!! I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO TICKLE ME!!! PLEASE JUST STOP IT!!!"

"See I'm not doing anything. Its you moving that is making it tickle!"

After a good minute he finally stops.... Laughing at his conquest.... Laughing at my lack of trust... Just laughing at me....

Big Butthead.....

He did this twice last night. And then what happened??? He decided to tickle me for real and it was awful!!! So much for trust right???

HELP!!! Help me stop this evil menace and his crazy ass mission to tickle me when he knows exactly how much I hate it....

I have a feeling I will have most of you women on my side but you men seem to find situations like this amusing... Cruel!!! MEAN!!!! ***hmpfffffffffff***

Just a Really Incredibly Fun Day

2007-03-25T12:26:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile since we have gone out, with no plan of doing anything at all and had a really good time.

So around 3:30 yesterday I had planned on going grocery shopping at a couple of different stores and that was it. Well in turn we ended up driving all over town with the camera snapping pictures and we had a wonderful time.

My son tried to get out of going with us, but Michael and I drug him along.... and much to his surprise, he had a ton of fun. The only thing everyone needs to know about Michael is simply this, no matter what he is doing he makes sure it is the best time he could ever possibly have. He lives by the rule that life is too short to not make the most of everything you do. Always laugh and always smile.... And now that my son and myself are seeing this everyday, its nice to just let go of all of the rules and have a good time.

The best thing about driving around with no plan and a camera is you really see some incredible things.

The first place we went to was the Chinatown Food Market by the City Market area of downtown.

I love going to this place. You see the craziest and coolest items. Not to mention that everything is fairly cheaply priced for the amount you get. I ended up buying some crawfish which ended up with us having a huge crawfish boil last night. Talk about some damn good food. I love food that lets you get messy so this was perfect... I also ended up buying some LoMein Noodles and meat filled Dumplings... Damn I love this food....

However, its just fun walking around and looking at all of the imported items and then heading to the back of the store where they have the live seafood. My son couldn't decide whether to be really grossed out by everything he saw or just be in complete awe... It was hilarious...

After leaving there we drove around for awhile. We saw everything from graffiti and murals on buildings to a Ferrari that my son is convinced shall one day be his.

We ended up down at Crown Center and Union Station. My son had not been there in years so we went everywhere. First it was into the Crayola Store where we played with some colors and made some pictures....

We ended up in everything from stores with nothing but model trains, to toy stores and candy stores.

Then we left and wandered through the sky walk tunnels. My son was in a world of his own and I loved it. He has been stuck in a world that is filled with a computer, a telephone and tons of girls calling my house. This was good for him... He got out and saw the world and loved it...

Did I mention that Michael likes to pick up on hot chicks in my presence???

***SNICKERING***
Pickin' up on Cardboard Chicks....

Now back to the post at hand....

Opening your eyes and looking at the world around you is a good thing. It can make you appreciate what you have and give you a yearning for the things you don't have. It can make you realize how good you have it and how lucky you are to have the people in your life that you do have. It makes you thankful to simply wake up each and every day and just breathe....

We had a truly great time yesterday and these pictures here are only a sampling of it all. My life is a good one. Yes its filled with chaos and craziness from time to time, but hey... I smile, I laugh and I love..... It's all good :)

Dude Mom

2007-03-19T07:31:00.000-06:00

So off and on this past week I have felt like someone ran me over with a car. I hate that feeling because when you really start thinking about it, it would have been better to have actually been ran over. You would have had a reason and fully expected to feel like complete and total shit instead of it coming out of nowhere and smacking you upside the head... Ughhhh....

Praying to the Porcelain Goddess is truly a horrid experience. I don't hardly ever have to do it but when I feel it coming I get a little anxious and overwhelmed. That deep feeling of dread starts taking over and then WHAM......

Blechhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

And did I mention I had the worst neck and back pain I have ever had in my entire life. I have had a stiff neck before but this was unreal. I was actually crying it was so bad. And you know what, it still hurts a little bit. Nothing like it did Friday and Saturday but its haunting me a tiny bit...

Today I feel no better. I don't know if there is something going around or if its something I ate or what. I know my son wasn't feeling really well yesterday and Michael had his moments(for the most part he was great) but for whatever reason, it really kicked me in the ass. Poor Caleb was lying in the floor and looked like hell....

While Michael was having a good old time listening to his music and messing around....

I refuse to post a picture of myself in this light because, well, I just don't want tooooo. Just trust me on this one, its scary as hell.... If I were standing on the beach, dolphins and whales would beach themselves in protest. If I go outside and stand on my porch, cats will hiss, dogs will growl and birds will fall from the sky. I feel sorry for those who must be in my presence at work later today....

Besides feeling like shit, my weekend wasn't bad at all. My son has found a home on MySpace and spent much of the weekend going, "Dude! Mom! You have to come and see this video I am putting up!" Its nice to know I have a nickname... I have dubbed myself DudeMom... Kinda has a nice ring to it don't ya think??

NV, this is to you...I meant to get on the webcam a few of times but I didn't and for that I know I suck. I seriously didn't have the motivation. Actually slugs had more motivation than I did. When I wasn't doing my running around this weekend my ass was planted on the couch, staring aimlessly at the television. Yes I enjoyed watching Borat and a couple of other movies but sitting there doing nothing got to me a little bit. I did manage to do a million loads of laundry but still... So all I ask, is please don't hate me :( My mind truly wasn't in it and if I had got on there I would have been as exciting as spending time mopping the floor. Actually you probably would have more fun doing that.... Can you forgive me??? Please???

So now I must get ready for my day. Damn I wish it were still the weekend! I could really use a dose of my bed right now but alas, the work week has begun once again...

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Hey? What You Know Good?

2007-03-15T09:14:00.000-06:00

Okay... I know I have been gone... I have been off doing all sorts of things and have neglected my blog and I'm sorry! Blogger please forgive me! I did not mean to push you to the side and not update regularly as I should!

Life has been busy!

but...

Life has also been a mixed bag of craziness, frustration and excitement... but its all good :)

Michael and I are going through quite a bit these days. Some of it good. Some of it not-so-good. However, he and I are closer than we have ever been so I will just sum everything up by saying all-in-all, life is wonderful and its only getting better!

My new work hours are good for me. I am not getting home until late and after sitting at a computer all day long the last thing I ever think about doing is getting on this thing and typing. Yes, this blog has always been the best stress relief but my new job actually takes care of alot of that for me so anymore, I come home happy as hell. And then all I wanna do is spend my time with Michael. Did I mention I love this man?? **snicker**

Thankfully, I haven't missed out on any of my shows because he records them for me.

American Idol is about to piss me off.. Sanjaya?? Why is this little boy still on this show?? That's it, I'm nauseous...

I heard a commercial last night for one of my sinful indulgences... Big Brother... Its going on its 8th season and is wanting people to audition. I am trying to talk Michael into doing it. He would be so much fun to watch on tv.... Besides he is a little off-kilter....wait....back up... he is crazy and would fit right on in with the madness which is Big Brother :)

Okay I just wanted to update you guys a little bit but I ended off talking gibberish. **sigh** Everyone, thank you for stopping by and checking in on me... It made me smile :)

I will be back this weekend. Probably do some of the webcam stuff... Im kinda missin' it...

xoxoxoxo
Chal..

A Pity Party You Say???

2007-03-03T21:35:00.000-06:00

Okay I am having one of those days and I hate it. Actually I should not even say its one of those days because my day has not been bad in the slightest....but all of a sudden, well within the last hour, I feel invisible.

I can't explain it. I know its just me but that's the way I feel.

I feel boring...

I feel unimportant...

I feel like I am no fun what-so-ever...

I feel like I could just walk out the door and no one would even fucking notice.....

I feel like a wallflower...

It's funny because I know its only me because no one else is making me feel this way but I still cannot help myself.

But what makes it even worse is the thought of asking anyone to make me feel better because I feel like its something I should be doing on my own. I mean who am I? What makes me so special that I should feel the need to find someone to make me feel better about myself? I know I need to drag myself out of this hole but right now I am not succeeding.

No one makes me feel this way but for whatever reason I just do.

And when I even begin to think that I want to try and talk about it I feel like I am about to cry.

Now don't anyone go and think that Blu isn't doing his part because he is. He always does. Whenever he thinks there is something wrong with me he lets me know because he pays attention...

But tonight I just cannot communicate for whatever reason. I can't spit the words out because they just won't come. It's like they are lodged in the back of my throat and no matter how hard I try they just won't budge. And then whatever I say comes out wrong and is taken the wrong way so then I feel like I should just shut the fuck up... Because I don't want to bring anyone down...

Does anyone else ever feel like this or is it just me???

I think I am just over hormonal... I blame myself and no one else... Sorry guys I know that word hormonal just eats at you but its the truth. I think most of us women are like this sometimes.

I am apparently having my own little pity party but I forgot to send out invitations...

I am playing the worlds smallest violin without an audience to enjoy it with me... Not that anyone would even enjoy the songs I would be playing but whatever right???

So forgive me everyone.. I needed to vent... How sad is this? I vented and it meant nothing.

Do I feel better? Hell no.. I still feel like running down the street screaming my head off and tearing out my hair...

I guess it just sucks. Here it is Saturday night and I feel like doing anything other than what I am doing right now. I hate sitting in this house. I wouldn't care if I were just outside staring at the sky... it would be better than this but then again... its fucking cold so I would bitch about that... So go figure..

I need a night out..

I need to get away badly...

Is that bad?

Is it selfish??

Is it wrong???

Probably...

By the way.. My head is pounding...

Changes...

2007-02-23T08:00:00.000-06:00

When I sit back and think about how everything has changed over the past 12 months it almost makes my head spin. I mean literally spin!

If you would have asked me 12 months ago what my life would be like right now, I would not have had any idea to even tell you it would be what it is today.

So many changes...

Some Good...

Some Bad...

But considering they make me who I am today, whether they were good or bad doesn't really matter does it?

Yesterday yet another change presented itself to me. Its a good change too.

I have been sick off and on since October. I have had surgery and been put on medicine that has done a number on me and due to all of this, I was on the verge of losing my job. The thought of that even happening was scary for me because I have never been fired from anywhere for any reason. In fact, I always prided myself on being a hard worker. One who went above and beyond what most others would because, well I just wanted to. It made me feel good to feel like I was making a difference somewhere. Does that make sense???

Well this week I became sick again. I ended up with a massive infection and honestly, its really taken its toll on me. I feel weak and I hate feeling weak. I am tired and have no energy. I don't like that.

Yesterday morning I called in for the 2nd day in a row and was rewarded with phone calls back to my home by a co-worker who was less than nice. And what made it worse is that all of this occurred before I was even scheduled to be at work. I don't need to be berated as if I were a 10 year old child and then hung up on. Its unprofessional and it speaks volumes at the same time. I was treated as if I had just decided to take a few days off and claim to be sick while I was out having some terrific time. If only that were the case.

So I sat back yesterday morning and began to evaluate it all and came to the conclusion I was much better than the way I was being treated. I started looking all over the internet for a different job. I was applying everywhere and anywhere. Anything would have been fine.

Suddenly one popped up and I was given the option to either apply online or call in. So I called in and talked to the girl. As crazy as it sounds, I was pretty much offered the job over the phone. Not only will it be steady hours with the potential for much overtime, but it also pays more. A great deal more. There is so much room to advance and that is what I love the most.

Yesterday afternoon I went out for a quick interview (which I was even late for by 20 minutes...go figure...road construction and wrong directions!) but I was offered the job on the spot and told to come in for an orientation today which I will be leaving for in about 45 minutes. I am going to start the new job on Monday.

I am more than excited!

I got up this morning and went into work and quit my job. Usually I am one for giving notice and doing things the right way but I couldn't let this opportunity slip out of my reach. Its too good...

General Lee acted just as I pretty much expected him too. He really didn't care even though he said he was sad to see me go because he thinks I am an asset to his company. He sure has a funny way of showing it but whatever. I laid it all out on the table as to why I was quitting and all he could do was interrupt me. I finally asked him if I could just speak for a second but that was so hard for him. He kept going "uh-huh" while shaking his weaselly little head with his chipmunk teeth and glaring at me with his beady little eyes.

I was surprised that some of the people who I thought would be jerks about me quitting were actually pretty good about it. I was told I would be missed and wished the best of luck....

It felt good...

I felt empowered...

I will miss my sister though. She and I have become so close working together but she also knows what an incredible opportunity this is for me.

I am thankful for the job I had but only because of what it brought me in terms of a relationship with my sister. She is truly a great person... I love her dearly...

But now its off to much better surroundings...

Life is good...

I am happy...

The Easter Bunny....

2007-02-22T11:02:00.000-06:00

Blu Has Issues... Big Ones...

2007-02-19T20:28:00.000-06:00

HA!!! It was my turn!!! :)

Just for the record everyone.. I have decided to quit posting all of the mushy stuff about Blu and I on this blog.. So what did I do? I created a new blog to post nothing but that. So if you really care about reading the mushy stuff, click HERE!!! But just remember that doesn't mean I won't rip on him here because I WILL!!! Because I can and there is nothing he can do about it!

Why Do They Grow Up So Damn Fast...

2007-02-17T02:07:00.000-06:00

Maybe its because I hate watching my son grow up so fast..

Maybe its because I don't want to know what is going on in his 13 year old mind..

I don't know...

But tonight I have heard more about self-discovery than I really want to know about...

FUCK...

Why does my son take 30 minute showers??

Why does he spend all of his time talking to girls on the phone???

Why is he obsessed with boobies???

YIKES....

I feel like I am going crazy here..

So what happened?

I am sitting here trying to read a few blogs and do some commenting but its a little hard when I have Blu talking about my son doing a little "getting to know himself". I'm sorry.. I know its truly a natural thing but being his mother I just don't want to hear about it. I am not naive. I know he is probably loving himself in more ways than one but I really don't want to know about it. I don't want to hear about it and I don't want to think about it.

Is that wrong?

NO!!!

I am thankful, however, he has someone in his life he can go to and talk about this stuff with. That alone is very comforting... especially knowing this kind of subject is something he would never in a million years come to me with and even if he did, I don't know how in the world I would even begin to help him with it. Its no secret, boys are different than girls so giving him a girls perspective on things would be of no help at all what-so-ever. So Thank GOD for Michael because without him my son would probably be a complete and total mess... And I mean mess literally here.. GROSSSSSSSS... BLECHHHHHH... **giggles**

Damn life is so crazy and simple at the same time.. Interesting and complex... **sigh**

Michael

2007-02-13T22:29:00.000-06:00

Happy Valentines Day Baby...
I Love You more than I will ever be able to put into words or even show you...

One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One ending
Together.

"I know that this fairy tale may not be filled with Kings and Queens and Castles and rolling hills of green but what it could be filled with is love, and that is the true love that you speak of and the true love that I believe is pumping through my veins as I write this to you."

I am truly the luckiest woman in the world :)

Tag! I am it! Blimey

2007-02-11T15:22:00.000-06:00

Well well, it appears I have been tagged by The Lone Beader! **sigh**

I am supposed to name 6 weird things about myself. Now this one is going to make me think abit.

1. I cannot eat certain kinds of candy unless I consume them in a color pleasing order. For example, if I had a bag of M & M's I would eat the colors I hated the most first and the one I enjoy the most last. So bye bye Brown, Orange and Yellow... they gotta go. Last would be the Red's and Blues :) Yes I realize they all taste the same... its a mental thing damn it...

2. I have to check my alarm at least 3 times before I go to bed at night just to make sure I set it. And then if I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or something, I am checking it again. Okay its a little Obsessive Compulsive but its okay.

3. I have webbed toes. Yep I sure do. On each of my feet the two toes next to my big toe are connected together. I am no Donald Duck but I am a pretty good swimmer. When I wear sandals in the summer everyone comments on my feet. Cannot really wear a toe ring which bothers me but I like me toes... me thinks em' cute :)

4. When I have a song stuck in my head, I will literally listen to it a hundred times in a row just to rid myself of it. And watch out if its a song I happen to love. I could listen to it for days on repeat and never grow tired of it.

5. When I eat I cannot have my food touching on my plate. I see people who mix up their food and it gives me the creeps. You know like mashed potatoes and corn... blechhhhhh... Now if someone makes something like a casserole where everything is cooked together, I can eat that.

6. When I sleep I can have no parts of my own skin touching. Therefore I sleep with a body pillow between my legs so they don't touch. My arms are placed just right so they don't touch either. And my hair cannot be touching the back of my neck or my face so I pull it up over the back of my pillow. Don't ask me why because I don't know why. It is just one of my quirks.

Now I get to tag a few people and I like that....

How about Blu, NV, Bardouble29, Sirdar and RockDog.

I am 31% Asshole/Bitch.

I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.

Take the
Asshole/Bitch Test
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Ass... Nasty Stank Ass...

2007-02-10T01:46:00.000-06:00

I am sure as some of you may recall, I have recently been subjected to working with the OLD GEEZER in the service center at my place of employment.

As mush as I would like to report that things have gotten better.....Alas, it has not.

**sigh**

But whatever, I have pretty much resigned myself to the fact its not going to change and I am finding a way to deal with it all.

However, today took a bit of a different track than what I am use to out of that old man.

I am down in the tinting area mixing up paint when I kept being overcome with the most disgusting scent of what can only be described as raw sewage.

Unfortunately, every single time my nasal passages were engulfed with this putrid smell I noticed the Old Geezer was standing right next to me.

Holy shit!!! An Epiphany!!! It didn't take long to put 2 and 2 together to realize the originating source of this foul stench was straight out of the Old Geezer's Ass...

Why!!?? Why God!!??? Why Me??? Why hast thou forsaken me???

It didn't matter where I went that old man followed me around squeaking out rancid silent but deadlies...

My skin crawled...

My stomach turned...

My nose hairs were seared off...

It didn't stop! But what made it worse was knowing all of the guys in the warehouse were aware of my plight and laughed like they have never seen anything so fucking funny in their lives.

Songs were sung just for me...

"What's that she smells?
Somethin' straight out of old man hell!
Will she live or will she die
This is so funny we could fucking cry!"

Oh and I don't know how many of you are familiar with 'The Rock' from wrestling but if I had to hear an imitation of him one more time I was going to go postal on someone... "Can you SMELLLLLLLLLL what the Old Geezer is cooookin'!!!"

Rat Bastards... I will get even with all of you for this... That's right... Laugh at my hell will you? You shall all pay...

After dealing with this madness for a good hour the old man looked me straight in the eye and says "You know Krissy (yes that is what he calls me and it irritates the shit outta me) I went home last night and made a huge pot of ham and bean soup and I just don't think its sitting right with me today. So I think I am going to leave here for a while that way if I have to pass gas you won't have to deal with it."

And with that geezer walked off leaving me in a cloud of toxic waste with my jaw resting on the floor of that dirty warehouse.

I see how it is. You stink up the joint, almost killing me in the process then admit to having some serious anal issues and leave. Yeah like you didn't know you were funkin' up the place to begin with...

You know at work I am the head of the safety committee and I am issuing an immediate statement as to the health hazards surrounding old man flatulence. Not that is necessarily bad to breathe that shit in even though any rodent within a 5 mile radius probably died, but because I am seriously going to kick the shit out of that old man if that happens again. Now that's a safety issue for ya!

The following signs will also be placed up all over the facility...

Happy Birthday NV!!!

2007-02-09T06:22:00.000-06:00

I wanted to take a minute to say something to one of my dearest friends in the world....

Happy Birthday NV!!!

Just so you know, I went on a mission to find you a cake! I even thought I found the perfect one because it came complete with a boxing glove which I thought you could always use around the house incase Mr. NV gets outta line or even Blu when he is there...cuz a girl has to have her weapons you know...

But I tried to get the cake and apparently it was meant for Jared because he kicked my ass and I left empty handed....

So I tried NV.. I really did! That's okay, when that Jared goes to sleep his ass is mine....And so is that fucking cake...

Everyone Sing it with me...

Happy Birthday To You..
Happy Birthday To You..
Happy Birthday Dear NVVVVVVVVVVV....
Happy Birthday To You...

Have a Great Day NV... You know I love you :)

Memories..

2007-02-04T21:31:00.000-06:00

While digging through somethings in my basement, I ran across my old diary. I cannot even tell you how long it has been since I have laid my eyes upon it.

This morning I pulled it out and just read.

So many memories I had forgotten about.

Some good.

Some bad.

Much of the written words were filled with a heartache that even brought a tear to my eye today.

I know I tend to write about all of the funny and crazy things I did while growing up but I never share any of the bad. I think its because its easier to block out the bad and pretend none of it existed even though I realize both the good and the bad made me who I am today. Does that make any sense at all?

One of the things I found in here were some of my poetry. I knew some of it was there but there were even a few I had forgotten about.

I Wish...

I wish I were a butterfly
Floating
Aimless and free
Radiating beauty near and far

I wish I were a bird
Flying
Stealthy and quick
Illuminated by the bright sunlight

I wish I were a black panther
Hunting
Strong and fierce
Doing what I need to survive

I wish I could make myself see
I am…
The Butterfly
The Bird
The Black Panther
All encompassed into one

Caged..

Don’t ever let me go
Don’t ever let me fall
Deep within I am scared
Trying to break down this wall

It won’t budge
I’m locked, caged inside
Screaming to get out
No longer wanting to hide

Please help me
Please bring me the key
Open up the gate
This pain I have to flee

Give me your love
Lend me your heart
I need you so bad
Don’t let me fall apart

Family Day...

2007-02-04T03:11:00.000-06:00

Today it was about babies. You know those cute little beings that make you want to smile and cry at the same time because they are so absolutely adorable.

It was my cousin Amanda's baby shower.

We had a pretty good time. Well as good of a time as you can have at a baby shower. Personally I am not one for all of the little games they insist on playing at these functions. Let's see everything from taking yarn and guessing how big around the mom to be is to naming the prices of baby related items. I actually ended up winning one of the games and won some bath salts and body wash which I ended up giving to my sister because I have a ton of that stuff.

I would rather they just open up the gifts and lets move on. My sisters and I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.... Does that make us bad people?

We should be having one of these for Maggie before to long. My sister is pregnant with her second baby and is due on April 9th. I am entirely too excited. I have a thing for babies. **sigh**

Here are a couple of pictures...

My sister Maggie and her son Phil.

The cake which was cute as hell. They did a great job putting it all together...

And here is a video of my nephew having a good time. You would never know he was running a fever the entire time he was there. He has been sick with pneumonia lately. Poor baby...

Blah Blah

2007-02-01T06:40:00.000-06:00

Lately Michael has talked about drawing a blank when it comes to thinking of something to post. Unfortunately, I seem to be having the same problem. Not sure why. Maybe its the weather. Yeah that sounds good. Let me blame it on the fact its 2 degrees outside at this very second and I feel like I am chilled to the core of my soul. (Okay Sirdar, I know its probably 50 degrees below zero up there where you are but still.... I'm cold damn it!)

I have not done much in the way of exciting lately. I am going to have to change that pretty quickly too because with it being so cold and not wanting to go outside and do anything, cabin fever is going to set in.

So last night I come home from work and what I ended up doing was playing in Photoshop. Now I really don't know very much about the program but I have picked up a few things here and there.

Anyway, here is something I was messing around with last night...

I am not sure what I was going for here but I liked it so what the hell...

Then after all of the playing we sat down and watched SAW2 last night. Nothing says spending quality time together like a slasher movie :)

A Good Day

2007-01-31T07:21:00.000-06:00

I woke up this morning and was tired as hell. I kept waking up in the middle of the night from crazy dreams so I didn't sleep all that much but you know what? I am in a damn good mood today :) It's gonna be a good day... And whoever tries to change that is not going to succeed....

Have a good one everyone!!

I was playing with my camera while getting ready for work and snapped this pic... Do I look happy?

Breakdowns and Back

2007-01-30T20:21:00.000-06:00

I cannot lie...

Last week was the hardest time I have had in my recent life. I went through entirely too many emotions and had an over abundance of crazy thoughts racing in this off the wall mind of mine.

But that's all over...

Michael is home...

Now life can get back to what its supposed to be. A week in the hospital on top of a few other things that happened really took a toll on the both of us so now that its all over, he and I can get back to what we do best and that is just being with each other.

I love this man...

I love this man more than I ever thought was humanly possible... I know I have said this before but its amazing how much you really realize something when staring in the face of adversity. When you think there is even the slightest possibility everything will not turn on positively it really makes you re-evaluate a lot in your life.

He always says you have to keep on keepin' on (okay he stole it from Joe Dirt...but whatever) and he is right. Focusing on everything negative does no good. All it does is make you insane, brings you down and makes life, along with everything in it, more difficult.

So I have now made it my mission to do everything I can to remain focused and positive. There was a time when I wouldn't have been able to do it but now that I have someone in my life who sees the beauty in everything its going be that much easier...

I am so thankful...

I am counting my lucky stars....

Michael sent me this and I love it... Check it out... It speaks volumes...

Update on Blu

2007-01-25T22:32:00.000-06:00

Well another day is gone and another day he is still in the hospital. As it turns out he has a pretty bad staph infection so they are pumping him up on all sorts of stuff to try and get rid of it all.

For those of you unfamiliar with diabetes, when someone with this disease gets an infection, it takes them 5 times as long for there body to rid itself of it and that usually requires help such as medication.

Michael is still in a lot of pain but he is going to be fine. I know he is sick and tired of being stuck in the hospital and that I understand. It's uncomfortable. You have no privacy and it tends to be loud. Every time he tries to sleep in walks someone to poke and prod at him. It sucks and its no fun.

The pain killers they are giving him only work so much and that bothers me because I can just see how badly he hurts. If I could take it all away, I would do it without a second thought...

I have stayed with him as late as I can each night to keep him company as he is incredibly bored. I look in his eyes and I just see and feel the frustration and it breaks my heart.

He has only been here a month and is in the hospital. How is that for a Welcome To Kansas City for you???

He is looking forward to coming home soon... Hopefully this weekend but it just depends on how well his body responds to the medication. I am missing him around here like crazy. Now that he is here with me every second he is gone just eats at me.

Now I am off to bed. I am exhausted :)

Take care everyone and have a good night!

Reality

2007-01-24T22:35:00.000-06:00

Reality..

This is one of those words which is kind of like a double edged sword. Sometimes reality is good and sometimes it's bad. The only problem is you just never know which one is going to hit you at any given moment.

Today my reality is blurred.

Today my reality is not good.

Today my reality sucks.

Last night Michael and I were having a great time together. We sat and watched some TV and just enjoyed each others company. I love spending time with him. He always makes things fun and exciting. He has a unique perspective on life and everything in the world around him and that is one of the main reasons I fell head over heels in love with the man.

Around 9:30 last night Michael told me he was feeling nauseated and he felt like he could get sick. It concerned me a little bit because he hasn't been feeling very good since his move up here last month. Unfortunately, with him having diabetes I think the stress of the move and the change in climate has really done a number on my baby. We both feel as time passes it will get better.

However, a few minutes later he ended up getting sick. Now this is when I began to get a little more worried. I know how much he hates to get sick and I also know that does not happen very often.

And then he got sick again...

And again...

And again...

About an hour and a half later, after trying to do everything possible to stabilize him he begged me to call an ambulance. I did. At 11:15 last night the EMT's were in my home and basically telling him there was nothing they could do other than take him to the hospital.

Since the hospital is literally 3 blocks from my house, the EMT's helped get him into my car and off to the hospital we went.

Last night was scary for me. I know it was nothing compared to what Michael's body is going through but it was still scary. There was nothing I could do for him except try everything I possibly could to make him feel comfortable. The amount of pain he was in was unbearable. He was sweating so much from his body temperature fluctuating so much that his clothes looked as though he had gone swimming in them. The uncontrollable vomiting was so violent. After doing it so much everything that came up was nothing but blood.

I was lost. I couldn't help the one person in the world I love above everyone else. I had to sit there and watch. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

I think God is tired of hearing from me. I think he is tired of me begging to make him better. But guess what God? I am not going to stop.... I can't.... I need him well... He needs to be well....

I seriously do not know how much more his body can take. He has been through so much in his life and knowing this makes me worry all the more. Michael is strong. Oh my God he is unbelievably strong but his body???

Pretty much all I can say is they have decided to keep him. They have not told me what is going on with him as they really do not know themselves. I have been told there will be lots of testing he will be going through. When I know more I will post it here.

Please cross your fingers...say a prayer... whatever you can... He would never in a million years admit it, but he needs it....

Dating Fucking Sucks..

2007-01-21T22:40:00.000-06:00

I was reading BarDouble29's post about dating and it got my brain going.

Dating is horrible.

Dating sucks..

It's like one long never ending job interview.

Frankly, I would rather have my foot caught in a bear trap and then try and free myself by gnawing off my limb rather than ever start over in the dating scene.

Sometimes you get lucky and the person you are on the date with is fun and interesting but then you get the crazy weirdo's. There is no happy medium in the dating world. It's either good or bad. It's never not bad...

Well her post got me thinking back to one creepy weirdo I got set up on a blind date with. At the time I was working at a rather large bank. I had been there several years and I worked in a small unit which had given me the opportunity to get to know my co-workers pretty closely. In fact, some of them were very good friends of mine.

A couple of these friends had decided they wanted to set me up on a blind date because it had been awhile since I had gone out with anyone. Frankly, I wasn't really interested in dating anyone. My son was very young and I just didn't have the desire or motivation but I agreed anyway.

I was told this man was very hot and gainfully employed as a chef! Now tell me that doesn't sound good to a single mother? I mean seriously, being a single mother you are not just looking to go and date. Anyone you meet you scrutinize as a potential life long partner. It cannot be helped. It's that maternal instinct taking over.

Anyway besides being very hot and employed he was supposed to be very funny and was looking for a long term relationship.

Fuckin' Kick Ass.... Let's Do IT!!!

So the date was set up for a week and a half later. One of my friends even agreed to take my son so I wouldn't have to find a babysitter. It was going to be fantastic.

I went out that day and got my hair done and bought some new clothes just for the occasion. Damn I couldn't wait for 6 o'clock to roll around.

About 5 minutes before 6 he got there. I love it.. Early! Everyone loves someone who is punctual right? Especially on a first date right?

I opened up the door to my apartment and he was not bad looking at all. He was tall. I would say 6'1 with blond hair and blue eyes. He also had a mustache and anyone who knows me knows I have a big thing about facial hair. I love it.. It's incredibly sexy..

So far so good...

We talked for a couple of minutes then headed out the door.

I step outside to see waiting in the parking lot a brand new Red Firebird. It was absolutely beautiful.

Am I dreaming? Is this guy for real? So far he seems too good to be true...

On the way to the restaurant we talked about all sorts of things. The conversation wasn't completely forced. It wasn't totally comfortable but not horrible either. I mean we had never met nor talked before so I guess that was to be expected somewhat.

One of the things he mentioned was the fact he hated rude people. He always felt everyone should be considerate of others. He hated swearing too. He told me there is never a good enough reason for anyone to swear when there are so many other words in the world people could use that would get the point across just the same.

I was a little blown away by that. Hell I swear like a sailor so in my scrutinizing this man I knew I would have to re-evaluate somethings about myself if we decided to see each other after this date.

We get to the restaurant and sit down. He asks if I have a problem with a man ordering for me. I said no. This would be interesting. Let's see what he does. Hell he is a chef so he should be good at this.

He ordered me a steak, lobster and shrimp.

Incredible... He isn't cheap either... I am in heaven!

He ended up ordering the exact same thing.

We carried on with more small talk until the food came. We just basically talked about my life and his. It gave us a little more insight into each other. We laughed. I was having a great time.

Then the food came.

As we started to eat we didn't really talk that much. I noticed he was really into his food and I mean really into it. At first I just thought okay, this guy is a chef and he really appreciates good quality food so I will just go with it.

Another minute passed and I notice this guy is sweating. Just a little bead of sweat that trickled down from his hairline across his cheek.

Then it became a little bit more. He was glistening. It seemed odd to me. I couldn't quit sneaking glances at him because every single time I looked, he was sweatier.

All of a sudden, I started hearing little moaning sounds. At first I was a little taken back because I thought it was him but I couldn't be sure. Then they got a little louder. And when I saw his eyes pretty much rolling into the back of his head I started to wonder.

Here is this fairly attractive guy sitting across from me sweating like he is running a marathon and moaning while eating his food. He is enjoying himself but a little too much. I swear it was like he was about to have an orgasm. I have seen people sweat while they eat and I don't have a problem with that but when it's so much that his shirt is starting to become wet it gave me the creeps. I actually sat there for a moment and tried to envision what sex with this guy would be like. The only conclusion I could come up with is that while he would be sweating and enjoying himself way to much I would drown.

That's not good. Who wants to die during sex..???

So there was no conversation during dinner unless you call moaning great company and he sweats so much he looks like he has been swimming, I was seriously starting to consider whether or not I even wanted a second date.

But....

We left and went to see a movie. Everything went back to the way it was. We talked and laughed again. It wasn't half bad.

After the movie we headed for the car. When we came up on it you could see there was a piece of paper on the hood. What happened now floored the hell out of me...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT ON MY CAR? DON'T PEOPLE HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR OTHER PEOPLES GOD DAMN PROPERTY ANYMORE? THIS REALLY FUCKING PISSES ME OFF!"

With that he pulled the paper off, waded it up and threw it at the car parked next to him. He was red and I mean so red he was almost glowing.

Now wait... didn't this guy say earlier that he didn't think there was a reason for anyone to swear ever? What the fuck happened to that guy?

And why get so pissed off about a piece of paper on your car? Good LORD!

So between the sweaty nastiness, the love affair he was having with his plate and the uncontrollable swearing about his car, I knew right then and there I would not be seeing this guy again....

I love insane people. They make the world more colorful and interesting don't they?

A Snow Day

2007-01-20T21:41:00.000-06:00

Today it started snowing! I love the snow! It creates a peaceful and serene feeling yet makes you want to roll around in it and go sledding. Here are some pictures from us driving around in it all today :)

I really enjoy the snow a great deal but today was better because I got to watch Michael revel in it. Tomorrow we are going sledding and I cannot wait. I should have some interesting pictures for you too...

Caleb armed with an Air-Soft rifle on his way to the car...

Michael enjoying the snow :)

Do Bad Thoughts Make Me A Bad Person?

2007-01-19T17:28:00.001-06:00

I would first like to point out that I am truly not a bitch (no matter what NV says). I am actually a pretty likable person who gets along with anyone. But does it make me a bad person for wanting to kick an old man down a flight of stairs?

Seriously...

Does this make me rotten, evil and horribly mean?

I work with a man who is 73 years old. He actually retired several years ago and has chosen to stay on and work which I always found to be very admirable.

For the longest time I thought he was an incredibly hard worker not to mention an extremely nice man.

Well, those of you who follow my blog know the company I work for closed down all of their stores back in October. What that meant for me and this old man was we were going to be working at the corporate office and manufacturing facility from that point on.

Unfortunately, the other employees were let go. He and I were the only 2 they bought back to the main facility. Good for us but bad for them.

Anyway, when we first made the transition it was very smooth. I still had it in my mind that this man was just a really cool old guy. Yes he is set in his ways but who in the fuck isn't right? He has some very old fashioned ways about him that I really liked. I was able to carry on a great conversation with him and that is very important to me.

I always loved his work ethic. His customers really seemed to love him and he bent over backwards to make sure they got what they needed when they needed it. Not to mention he is VERY knowledgeable in the world of paint. Whenever I had a question, he was the one I went to more than anyone else because of his length of time in the business. Basically, I looked up to him.

However, a few months have passed since this transition and I have had the chance to really watch this man work in ways I have never seen before.

I have found out he doesn't know what the fuck he is talking about.

He is a mean, grumpy and miserable old man. He yells at people and refuses to listen to anyone around him who is merely being helpful. I can understand that he may not want people to get the impression he is too old to figure shit out but there has to be a fine line somewhere.

He can't match paint to save his life and he mistints the hell out of everything. Very bad for business. You cannot have customers walking out the door thinking they are getting what they ordered when in fact they did not. They received the exact opposite.

He thinks he can do as he pleases whenever he pleases. This old geezer does nothing all day long. He walks around the warehouse with a cup of coffee in his hands and harasses the guys who are working their asses off.... including myself whenever I happen to be down there.

He refuses to follow rules. Okay, I am a rule breaker. I think my previous posts have established that however, there are certain things you just cannot do and he does them anyway. When you work around hazardous materials you have no choice but to be careful or you could kill yourself or someone else. So there are rules you MUST follow.

Well in the last few weeks I have gotten to see the real dark side of this miserable old miser. I swear to God he pisses vinegar. I now view him as the type of man who would intentionally scare little kids to death for his own personal enjoyment. I even made a comment the other day when he seemed to be in a good mood that he must have run over a child on the way to work because he was so damn chipper.

But I have had my fill of this man calling me up and cursing at me because he doesn't like the way things are going. Or following me around the office and or warehouse bitching about how bad he has it. I am tired of this old fuck getting up in my face and trying to assert his "I am man so hear me roar lowly woman" attitude.

Its part of my job to question why he does things that are incorrect and when I ask I get lectured on how I don't know what the hell I am doing.

Yep, he has stroked my fur the wrong way so-to-speak.

And he is about to get kicked down a flight of stairs.

Damn I would much rather be posting something interesting right now instead of venting about some old man but he really pushed it with me today. I can be tolerant to an extent but push me too far and you are going to seriously get burned.

Earlier today he had the nerve to ask me exactly what I did around there. After looking at him like he had strange creatures crawling from his ears I filled him in. About half way through my rant he threw his hand up in my face and went "mwaaaaa". Whatever the hell that is.. I just walked away at that point.

Unfortunately, there are two people around that company who are work horses and that is me and my sister. Our workload is tremendous not to mention stressful. However, as much as we do we are grateful that our jobs are versatile and keep us busier than flies on shit.

Well...

About 20 minutes before he was scheduled to leave I had to call him and ask him if had done something he was supposed to do. Apparently, that was a bad question because his last words to me today were, "Nope! I'm closing up shop and leaving. If you want it done then you do it yourself!" and then the phone slammed down.

Hmmmmm??? **scratching my head really hard and cocking my head sideways with a perplexed look on my face**

What to do?

Well I did do it myself and I will take care of him and his old balls on Monday. Thoughts of driving a forklift up his ass are running through my mind along with several other things but that flight of stairs is still haunting me.....

Okay, you know I won't do it but it feels good to vent and visualize. If that man isn't careful, my sister is gonna do it. He has pissed her off too and she is so much meaner than me....

I love my sister...

Who Is Behind The Mask???

2007-01-17T21:42:00.000-06:00

When I was 15 I got my first job working at a fast food place with my best friend Jamie. I hated the job more than anything but I worked with some very "colorful" people so it made going in everyday after school worth it. Of course, being 15 and having a regular paycheck was a bonus too. Can't pass up the money :)

While I was there I began to date a guy that I worked with. Everyone says its pretty much a no-no to ever date anyone you work worth but sometimes we have to learn all of that the hard way right? I know I have one of those personalities where I want to be proven wrong not just told. Hell that little philosophy I lived by is what got me in all of the trouble I got in growing up.....but I never changed. I always insist I can be different than everyone else who has been in similar circumstances. Sometimes its to my benefit but other times I just end up screwing myself royally. **sigh**

Okay back to the guy I dated. He was not bad looking and seemed very very nice. We always managed to have a ton of fun when we worked together so it just seemed right. Besides we had mutual friends and always ended up at the same parties so knowing how well we got along it just seemed natural that we would end up dating.

We dated for several months until it just got to be a little bit too much for me. I began to see him as being slightly possessive of me a overbearing at the same time. What finally broke everything off was him starting to ask me what I was doing, where I was going, who I was talking too...etc... You get the picture. All the signs of something very very bad in the works.

When all of that began to happen, I broke it off.

That did not set well with him. He began to cause problems for me at work and was constantly following me around and harassing me. So much so it got the attention of my manager who found the whole thing very unnerving. He ended up firing him a couple of days later.

I was relieved when he was fired. I thought I would finally be able to move on and breathe without fear of being questioned about everything 24/7. I would be able to work in peace and go back to having fun with all of the people I worked with.

A good 3 weeks passed and I hadn't heard a peep out of the guy. No phone calls. No showing up at my job. No magically appearing at school. He just stopped. It was great.

What a beautiful 3 weeks.

One night while we were closing up the restaurant one of the guys I worked with was taking a bunch of trash out to the dumpster. It was about 11 on a Friday night so it was very dark outside therefore making it impossible for him to see anything other than what was in plain sight. Big deal right? Shit he had been taking the damn trash out there every single night for months so what would make this night any different right?

WRONG!!!

When he got there and was just about to throw the massive bag into the dumpster out jumps someone. He was dressed in a black ninja suit and began tossing those little Ninja Throwing Stars at the guy. And when I say he was wearing a Ninja Suit, I mean the full fucking suit.

All we heard from inside the restaurant were shrieks and screams. That sent everyone running outside to see what the hell was going on.

That is when we see the guy who took out the trash curled up on the ground in the fetal position with a freak in a costume standing over him. He was black from head to toe. Shit his face was even covered up partially just like you would see in some Bruce Lee movie. There really is no accurate way to describe the scenario that would do it any justice what so ever. It was just fucked up. I thought I was lost in some crazy Kung Fu movie or an episode of Candid Camera.

When the guy saw us he immediately ran off.

The guy who took the trash out finally calmed himself down after a couple of minutes and was able to tell us that he was spoke too by the person. Here is a snippet of the conversation:

"I know you are dating my girlfriend man and you are going to pay for taking her away from me! God sent her to me and no one, especially you is going to take her away from me!"

Right then and there I knew who it was behind the mask. It was my ex. As soon as I heard the words "God sent her to me" I fucking knew it. That was something he had told me right before I had broken it off with him.

He had given me some story of praying to God to send him someone way before he met me that he would be with until the day he died. He began to tell me that God had spoken to him on many occasions and told him to be patient and one day it would happen. Then he told me that he had seen me in visions and I was the girl God had spoken to him about.

Can you believe that shit? At age 15 I was that fucking girl??!!! Gimme a damn break here!

I knew he was insane and that is the biggest reason I quit seeing him. Hell I was 15! Seriously! Like I was ready for any kind of serious relationship here especially from someone who claimed to be talking to Jesus and God Almighty himself. No fucking Thank You...

Well the cops were called and I told them who I thought it was but based on everything that happened there was no real proof he did anything and nothing was ever done.

He never bothered me again from that point on and he never showed back up any place I was in any more costumes.

I did find out he dated a girl I knew a couple of years later and he tried to turn her into me. He made her cut her hair like mine and even change her room so it looked exactly like mine. She actually contacted me when they had broken up to tell me all about it. The story actually gave me chills.

What the hell???

I ran into him about 10 years ago in a grocery store. It was a little eerie. He proceeded to tell me how he ended up marrying the very same girl who called me to tell me she had been made into me. How odd is that? They were still married and that is when he asked me if he and I could get together sometime.

I POLITELY said no and walked away.

I have never seen him again...

And that is my story of having a stalker.

The Not-So-Great Con

2007-01-14T20:35:00.000-06:00

I think it has been fairly well established by my recent posts that I was not the most innocent of teenager girls. Of course I am referring to my rambunctious nature and all of the evil deeds I did.

I went through a time during high school where I really didn't give a rats ass about grades or even attending school for that matter. That was pretty much my junior year.

On days when I didn't feel like going I would call the school, pretend to be my mother and take the day off. It always worked out fairly good because my parents at that point both worked during the day so they never knew.

I was always surprised that they never found out but never-the-less grateful too.

Now I mentioned that not only did I hate attending school but I didn't really do the work either.

Grades were something my parents always felt were important. In fact, it was just expected that my sisters and myself get good grades. I didn't have the type of parents who would reward for good grades and that was because they felt it was our job. They were expected to go to work and we were expected to perform in school. No if's, an's or but's.

Well the year I chose to defy the parents and not do my school work was a fun one indeed.

I skipped school frequently with my friends. We would hang out at different houses pretty much partying all day long or head to the lake and party there. It didn't really matter where we went as long as we were all together, living it up and having fun.

When it hit the end of the first quarter of school that year I started to realize that I was in fact failing several classes and that sent me into a bit of a panic.

How in the hell was I going to cover this shit up? They would know for sure I have been screwing around once the report card home.

I had no idea how I was going to dig myself out of this hole I had created for myself.

When I had this epiphany I had about 2 weeks before the report cards were expected to come out. Thank God a little breathing room!

During this 2 weeks I tried to come up with everything possible but nothing sound plausible.

I could claim I was abducted by aliens and there was body double who filled in for me and it was their fault I got shit grades.

Maybe the dog that we didn't have ate every single piece of school work I did since the beginning of that year.

Wait, I could claim all of the teachers came together in an elaborate conspiracy to make me fail all because they were terribly afraid of my brilliance. Surely that would work!

Ah Fuck...

None of that was going to work and I knew it.

That is when my very good friend Eric stepped in. I had mentioned to him my problem and he said he had the perfect solution.

Eric began to tell me of his close workings with the teachers. He was a teachers assistant for many of the same teachers we had. He helped grade papers and lots of other little tasks. But most importantly, well for the good of my plight, he had access to blank report cards.

THIS WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!

I would be able to live and breath after report card day!!!

I wouldn't be dying a horribly painful death at the hands of my parents.

Hurray!!!

The next day Eric approached me with a set of report cards. I was elated!!! Not only would they be good for this quarter but they would actually be good for the entire school year!

You see the way the cards were set up was like this. You had one set for each class and each set consisted of 4 report cards, each a different color to represent each quarter. They were all carbon copied so the previous quarters grade would appear on each new one.

The day Eric gave them to me was a great day! I immediately went home and began my Great Con.

I was meticulous. I took my time. They had to be perfect!

I made sure not to give myself grades that would be unrealistic. A couple of A's. A couple of B's and a C here and there but nothing below that.

In some of the comment sections I even wrote things like "A pleasure to have in Class!" and "Looking forward to another quarter". You know, all of that crap teachers write on report cards because they cannot say how they truly feel such as "You know, she is a real pain in the ass and you should really consider kicking her ass from time to time."

It took me a few hours to really perfect the report cards because each and every single one of them had the teachers signature on them. Now you may be wondering how I pulled this part of my scheme off but it was actually quite easy. I had several items from school which had each of my teachers signatures on them already so I pretty much just copied their signature but only after practicing how they signed their name.

Finally I was done!

I sat back and surveyed the masterpieces I had. I was pleased! They turned out even better than I had hoped they would.

This was sure to work!

Report card day presented itself about a week later and I was prepared. I got up that day and went to school armed with my fake documents. As each class passed and each teacher handed out their cards, I shredded them almost immediately and shoved them into my binder.

At the end of the day, I went to the trash dumpster at the back of the school and threw out all of my shredded incriminating evidence and headed home.

When I got there I handed my mother my fake report cards and waited. She looked through them and then told me what a good job I had done and that was it.

I PULLED IT OFF!!! My MOST BRILLIANT SCAM EVER HAD WORKED!!!

No one would ever know that I actually had C's and D's! Okay there was one F but that was in Algebra II and I hate math more than anything else in the world damn it!

From this point on, the rest of my junior year was a breeze! As each quarter came and went, I went through the same ritual I did at the beginning of the year.

All was great!

I was living the high life! I was partying it up with no concern about anything at all!

Until the end of the year that is....

That is when the world came crashing down around me....

I failed to understand that the very last report card was not given to us by the teachers but they were mailed. Of course I absolutely thought I would be able to get the mail before my parents, but I was wrong. Unfortunately, my staying out late with my friends caused me to lose track of time and I over slept. My mother got the mail before I even knew what had happened!

Seeing the look on my mothers face still haunts my mind to this day. My mother lost her mind that day. My father, who is usually a fairly calm man, lost his shit too.

My days of fun were now over. I lost my phone. My television was gone. My friends were now only a memory until the beginning of the next school year because my summer vacation was no longer that.

**sigh**

And that is how the Greatest Con in the World came crashing down at my feet!

I was such a bad girl. I think I say that every time I post something like this.... Oh well! I lived and I learned. I chose the hard route....

Giggles and Fights

2007-01-09T18:05:00.000-06:00

...my eyes are puffy...

...my brain is mushy...

Being overly exhausted is never fun! I can hear my bed screaming my name from the other room but I just can't jump in it at the moment. If I do, I will be up in the middle of the night and I can't have that.

Wait.. The pillows and blankets have joined in..... They are singing the "come to bed" song...

See, lack of sleep causes you to become insane :) The minute you hear your bedroom summoning you, you know you have issues!

At least I am giddy! Right now everything is funny!

I remember being a kid. My sisters and I (I have 2 younger sisters, Cindy and Maggie) would drive our parents crazy by getting the uncontrollable giggles. My mother would get so pissed off but there was nothing she could do to stop us. The more she yelled, begged, pleaded, threaten or whatever for us to stop, it only got worse. You would have thought after it happening so frequently should would have just given up but she never did.

Funny thing is my sister and I still do that on occasion. Only this time we torture our co-workers instead of our mother. There has been a time or two I have tortured Blu with the giggles. Makes me wonder whats going through his mind when I get like that... Hmmmm???? **pondering**

Okay done pondering...

It always seemed that we managed to get the giggles when we were all locked in the car going somewhere as a family. All mom could do was turn around and say, "Damn it Girls! Knock that shit off!"

Dad would just sit there, driving, trying to ignore us. But after a while of hearing our mother yell at us you would see dad's face turn red and then he would puff his cheeks out while clinching the steering wheel. He would grip it so hard you could almost see his knuckles turning white. Within a minute of two of that you would see him start looking at us with the death glare in the rear-view mirror. And when that didn't work, he would threaten to take us all home.

That would only work for so long because then we would giggle with our mouths locked shut and our faces cracking huge smiles. We were laughing so hard our stomachs and faces would hurt like hell. Let's face it, once the giggling started, it had to wear itself off. It just couldn't be turned off.

And God forbid we look at each other while this is going on. That would cause all sorts of chaos! The laughter would break loose and it was then we knew we were in for it.

Sadly, my father was forced to live with 4 women. He had no sons. He was cursed with daughters. **sigh** I look back now and realize we should have eased up on the poor guy!

But when you are young that is the last thing you think about. You don't realize how hard it was on the guy. I should apologize shouldn't I????

I mean he had to deal with bitchy moods, constant arguing and fighting, multiple periods (yes I am referring to that monthly visit from aunt flow), boys calling the house at all hours of the night. The sassy, know it all attitudes should have sent him to the funny farm but he survived! What a trooper!

The fights I had with my sisters were always huge. I was the oldest and pretty much kicked ass whenever I felt the need. It seemed we always fought the most when the parental units were gone and they were pretty much out of control.

There was a day when all 3 of us got into it. We were screaming at each other. Every single 4 letter word we could articulate came flying out like baseballs from a pitching machine. Then came the hitting and hair pulling. Cindy got so pissed at Maggie that while Maggie was standing there in a towel after getting out the shower, she ripped the towel from her and threw her outside the front door and locked it. Maggie stood out there screaming and banging to get in while Cindy blocked me from the door to keep me from letting Maggie in. I ended up getting ahold of Cindy and finally tossing her out of the way and got the door open for Maggie. The damage was already done. Maggie was horrified. Poor girl was crying so hard I thought she would hyperventilate. Cindy thought it was funny so then I had to beat her ass.... **sigh**

Once, I punched Cindy in the gut so hard once she went flying back into a bean bag chair. Her eyes then rolled back in her head where you could only see the whites of her eyes, lost her breath and then threw up. Then she didn't move. I kept reaching out and shaking her shoulder. I refused to touch her anywhere else because of the vomit all over the place (come on...what sister wants to touch that stuff even if she was the one who caused it???) but she still didn't move. It freaked me out so bad that I went upstairs and told my parents I thought I killed her. My mom about lost her mind on that one.

Cindy got back at me a few years later. I had just finished getting ready to go out with my friends. I had showered, done my hair and make up. Put on some really kick ass clothes. Damn I was ready to go and do some damage! Well Cindy said something I didn't like as I was getting ready to walk up the stairs so I went chasing after her. She made it to the kitchen, grabbed the Dishwashing liquid off the sink, turned around and squeezed it at me just as I made it to the top of the stairs. That shit first hit my hair. Back then the thing was to have big hair so when that stuff hit it, my hair flattened but only it one part so it looked like I had a reverse Mohawk. Then it ran down my face, ruining my make-up and getting in my eyes and coated my clothes. It took hours to get my eyes to stop stinging. Needless to say, I didn't make it out that night. For the longest time you could see where the carpet was stained from the dishwashing liquid hitting it. Nothing like seeing ugly green shaggy carpet with a huge trail of Palmolive all over it.

Damn those were the days.... I think I may just go to work tomorrow and punch Cindy for kicks.... :)

From reading this you would probably think we hate each other but in reality, we are all very very close and the best of friends :) I love my sisters...

Sharing Life With A Crazy Man I Love

2007-01-07T01:20:00.000-06:00

To make a story long short, I love sharing my life with a crazy man! I have to say there is never a dull moment in my life anymore. Between the singing in the shower (which is hysterical) and the dancing around the living room I am filled with a constant entertainment that leaves me smiling from ear to ear.

Tonight we have had entirely too much fun! We have been drinking quite a bit of wine this evening and listening to some great music while doing it. So I decided to drag out the camera and post some pics of my insanely fun man in action.

Don't make me kick your ass! Cuz I just might do it! Move Over Rocky Balboa :)

The Free Dance of Insanity Spills Forth Into Our Living Room

Don't point that camera at me woman!

This is his rendition of Blu Steel from Zoolander. Can't wait to see LaTigra next :)

Party At The Parents House

2007-01-05T19:49:00.000-06:00

drunk·en - druhng-kuhn] intoxicated, drunk, given to drunkenness. Pertaining to, caused by, or marked by intoxication.

par·ty - [pahr-tee] A social gathering, as of invited guests at a private home, for conversation, refreshments, entertainment, etc.

I was always one who was really bad at having parties at my parents house when they weren't home for the weekend. I only did it then because I knew they were a few hundred miles away at our lake house so there was never the danger of them just casually walking in on anything plus it gave me plenty of time to clean up after all was said and done.

I had way too many of those. Actually it was pretty much a few times a month during my high school years while we were out on summer vacation.

It was always me and my best friend Jamie along with numerous others. The crowd was never the same either. Always someone new.

If I could only count the number of crazy things that happened. A ceiling fan being yanked from the ceiling in my parents room (that was me doing that....I went to turn it on and pulled the cord too hard and the bastard fell from the ceiling right onto my parents bed....They never said a word), trash bags full of empty alcohol bottles that no one ever seemed to notice, cops coming to the house on a couple of occasions because of too many cars parked on the street and the noise from everyone, watered down bottles of really old scotch of my dad's that we raided.

I could go on and on but why??? You pretty much get the idea right?

Now there was this one time where we actually had a party with my parents right there in the house. I sit back and think about it now and cannot believe I really managed to pull it off.

I was 16 and it was a Saturday night. I had told my parents that Jamie was going to come over along with a few other people. They were always really cool with my friends coming over and hanging out. They figured if I was there how much could I actually do wrong??? Wow.. Talk about being completely mistaken....

As some of you may remember from my previous posts, I had the coolest bedroom in the world with its own outside access. Well its really easy to sneak in the booze when you have a door right next to your bed so that's exactly what we did.

In came the wine coolers and cases of beer.

We sat there in my room drinking for a couple of hours then for whatever reason, we fanned out into the rest of the house. My parents had already gone to sleep and seemed completely oblivious as to what was really going on and considering we were all fairly intoxicated we paid no mind to the fact they were even in the house to begin with.

So upstairs we went. I remember through my alcohol induced haze we were very very loud but I didn't anyone to quiet down at all. Some of the guys hit the fridge for food while others ended up outside on the deck to smoke and drink some more.

By the end of the night everyone was totally trashed. Jamie was vomiting off the side of the deck. Her boyfriend fell down the stairs and busted his forehead. A friend of ours ended up peeing his pants. Hell I damn near did too from laughing so hard. Guys and girls were making out all over the place. Just your run of the mill chaotic teenage party fun.

Here is the kicker....

Around midnight we decided it was time to call it quits. Jamie and her boyfriend needed a ride back to her house and I knew I couldn't drive. So what did I do? I went and woke up my mother and asked to take them home.

Mom gets up and gets dressed. She never says a word when every piles into the back of her mini-van and takes everyone home.

I am still amazed. How did she not know???

Now before you all go thinking I was this absolutely horrid girl, I did fess up. But only after my father went into my room and found a trash bag full of empty bottles. That was a nice day... Notice the sarcasm??? I got ripped apart but I ended up admitting to everything. I felt it was the right thing to do.

The question is this... Did it ever stop me from having another party??? Nope.. It sure didn't. But over the years since I moved out I have confessed to many a things I have done. My mother cringes and always says she doesn't want to hear it. My father shakes his head, his face filled with a mixture of jealously and disgust.

Not only did I admit to everything but I also replaced all of the watered down alcohol of my fathers. See.. I tried to make amends! I'm really not that bad of a girl :)

Now that I am grown with a 13 year old son I know I have to be on my guard and pay attention at all times! I know they say everything you have done will come back 10 fold through your children so does that mean I am in for it or what???

Dueling Computers

2007-01-04T23:56:00.000-06:00

Okay since Blu has blessed my life with his magnificent presence things have been more than incredible.

Right now the two of us are sitting in the living room, each at our own computers. It's kinda funny. He is filling my head with all of the music he has crammed onto his machine and I love it :)

I wish you could see him in his Stewie's Sexy Party lounge pants. **snicker**

I am having so much fun right now. Here it is Midnight and I have to get up in 6 hours and I can't even begin to fathom the idea of sleep right now. I'm afraid if I do I will miss something and I don't wanna miss a thing or a moment or anything else for that matter...

So.......Until I post some crazy ass story tomorrow night I shall say this... Night Everyone!

Writing?

2007-01-04T06:31:00.000-06:00

For whatever reason I am not in a writing mood lately. Doesn't really matter if I have a zillion things in my head I could write about whenever I sit down and think of doing it, I go blank. I think it's mainly the excitement of Blu being here is still at DefCon 5. It use to be I would get home from work and get online and do somethings but now I come home and want to spend time with him. Funny how that stuff works huh? Then again, how could I not want to spend time with someone I love so much and who is the best friend I have ever had???

I promise to come up with something witty this weekend for everyone. I have a few lil' stories from my rambunctious teen years brewing within the crevices of my mind I will enlighten you with... Oh Lord.. I have way too many of those :)

Take care everyone!

Finally Home....

2006-12-31T10:48:00.000-06:00

Holy Crap! Am I actually going to post??

Well from the comments being made around here I guess you were all wondering if we were alive and kickin'?

Yep! We Alive!

Yep! We Kickin'!

Michael got up here Wednesday and we all have been having a terrific time together. He has been meeting so many people over the last few days I'm a little worried his head is going to explode from all of the excitement. But he is handling it incredibly as I knew he would.

I got the pleasure of meeting his mom and dad. Wow! They are even more wonderful in person. It's been a long time since I have been around people who are so down to earth, loving, caring and fun. I ended up having to work this week while they were in town which I hated. I wanted to spend time with them so bad but there will always be other times in the future. So what did they do? They took my son all over the city and made him feel very special. My son has whispered in my ear many times over the last few days how much fun he is having.

The picture I posted is of Michael and my son at a restaurant we went to with NV and her little Monkey Friday night. We had soooooooooo much fun! NV mentioned on her blog how loud Michael laughs in a movie theater and she is right! Oh.. My.. God.. Becky! Can you Believe that Laugh?!! A long time ago I would make fun of Mr. NV for his crazy loud laugh and now I have got one of my own to contend with! ***snicker*** I think NV and I are going to have to do this whole movie thing again just so we can have a contest to see exactly who is the loudest. What do ya say NV??? How much should we bet on this one cuz' it's gonna be a close one :)

Yesterday we got his parents and my parents together for brunch and it was a really good time. Our parents just started talking as if they have known each other for years. They have so much in common it's not even funny. Hell they got along so well they have already made comments about visiting one another! Blows my mind! In a million years I never thought that would happen but I am so happy that it did!

I was sad to see his parents leave yesterday. I felt bad. I wanted to spend so much more time with them than I got too but at least I know I will get many more opportunities in the years to come.

So to sum this all up..... I am incredibly happy! I am deeply in love with a wonderful man and my life could not be better if I had written the script for it myself. My son has found a great friend and someone he can look up to in Michael and that mixed in with everything else gives me an overwhelming sense of completeness.......

Michael... All of the puzzle pieces have finally fallen into place and I'm happy!

Here is to the start of a wonderful life together!!! I LOVE YOU BABY!!! Welcome Home!

And one more thing.... HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

Christmas Day...

2006-12-25T19:40:00.000-06:00

I love Christmas Day and this year was especially good! And now I am worn the hell out! I have spent the greater part of the last 2 hours playing with photos from last night and today. Now my eyes are crossing and I feel like I need toothpicks just to hold them up.

Instead of going on and on, here are some pictures from our day...

Merry Christmas Everyone!

The Best Christmas Gift...

2006-12-23T16:05:00.000-06:00

This year my life has taken a huge change and I might add for the better. I took some steps towards my own happiness and self-fulfillment and it is the best thing I ever could have done.

I am getting the best Christmas Present in the world and its one I will cherish from the rest of my life. Michael, my baby, will finally be coming home this week. I am sure some of you have noticed the counter on the side of my blog so needless to say, the 27th of this month is not coming fast enough. I think he and I are both in agreement on that. We are both a wreck waiting for this Wednesday to get here. I love Christmas but it just needs to hurry up and get over with...

Damn I cannot wait!!! Not only about finally being able to spend the rest of my life with the man I love more than anyone else on this planet, but I get to meet his family. I love them so much!!! They are truly spectacular people and knowing they are my family too means the world to me!!! I am truly blessed!!!

My son is overwhelmed with excitement too. This is such a good thing for him!! Especially since he and Michael are incredible friends already....... its only going to get better from here on out.

For the first time in my life I am complete....

Now...

I wanted to take a moment to wish everyone a Very Merry Christmas and an even Happier New Year!!! Now how about some humor.....

'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!

I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter,
They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?

And the kids these days--they all are the pits
They want the impossible--Those mean little shits
I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them,
They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!

Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season!

A Redneck Christmas...

2006-12-22T15:15:00.000-06:00

Before I started working at the company I am with now, every Christmas party I ever attended was boring, dull and lifeless. You would much rather get yourself caught in a bear trap and then try to gnaw your way out than attend one of these functions.

You know the setting I am talking about. A huge group of people who pretend to be having a good time but are really only there for the free meal and all full of hope of getting that fabulous door prize. Could I win the TV? Or maybe the CD player? Maybe a lap dance from the whorish secretary who looks like a librarian? Whatever the case you definitely are not there for the social hour because you loathe so many you actually work with.

This is only the 2nd Christmas party I have gone too with this company and even though they don't give a damn thing away, these parties are so much better than any other I have ever gone too.

Let me set the stage properly for you.

I work with rednecks. Gotta love the rednecks!!! There is nothing like them in the entire world! I'm sure when I mention rednecks you probably get visions of Larry the Cable Guy in your head in his sleeveless t-shirt and "Git R Done" hat. Well if that is the case, you would be almost 100% accurate. The only difference is they are not as funny as Larry and sure as hell don't have the kind of money he has. As for the clothing, yep, that's pretty much it.

The company I am employed with happens to be a paint manufacturing plant so the guys are usually high on thinners and other wonderful chemicals. It tends to make for a good time for all involved. Now putting them into an environment filled with food and alcohol only amplifies their behavior 100 times over. I would compare it to locking chimps in a room but that would be disrespectful to monkeys everywhere so I just can't do it.

These are men who never comb their hair and usually reek of a lovely mixture of body odor, tobacco, rancid vomit and trash. Yes, at times it is that bad. I do not exaggerate at all. Their clothing is almost always something flannel, completely dirty and full of holes. They never go anywhere without their ball caps on and thank God because sometimes I wonder if they even know what shampoo is.

This year the party was at a very nice Italian restaurant. Now when you vision this restaurant don't think of the regular chain restaurant like "The Olive Garden". This is more like the mob-owned, head of the mafia sitting in the back room with a huge napkin stuffed in his shirt, ordering hits on people like he was ordering his meal type restaurant. It's nice and dark in there with soft music playing in the background and lit candles on every table. Men strutting through in pin-stripe suits, huge cocky grins on their faces and slicked back hair oozing testosterone all claiming to be masters of the universe. Reminds you of something out of Goodfella's.

Now the look on the faces of the people in this restaurant was priceless when the gang of rednecks came pouring through the door. You would have thought aliens landed in the parking lot and wandered in rather than actual human beings. Granted I see their point because not a one of them bothered to shower or shave for this lovely event other than the few of us who work in the corporate office.

Once everyone arrives we are rushed to the back of the restaurant and placed in a room with the door closed. There is a huge buffet table full of lasagna, lemon chicken and fettuccine Alfredo. When the guys lined up to fix their plates you would have thought of them being in famine for the last 10 years of their life because they apparently had not seen food in a long time. They piled up this stuff so high on their plates they each had enough to feed a family of 10 and possibly still have some left overs.

After dinner it was time to head for the bar. I have never seen so many bottles of Bud Light ordered in my life. They couldn't just order one at a time. Hell no. They were ordering 2 to 3 at a sitting.

The nice thing about being around drunk rednecks is that they tend to buy your alcohol for you. That's right. I didn't pay for a drink today and I had a few. At first I had to join in with the beer but then I switched over to vodka and cranberry juice at $10 a glass. I would have been out quite a few bucks if it weren't for my redneck buddies.

I think what amazed me the most is how quickly they drank these bottles down. I kept expecting someone to pull out one of those beer dispensing hats just so they had the capability of holding more beers.

After a good 3o minutes of drinking they were rowdier than a bunch of 10 year old boys lookin' at titties for the 1st time. Jokes were flying, laughter was roaring, booze was getting spilled all over the place and a couple of guys even fell down a time or two.

When it was time to go it got a little interesting for us girls who work in the office. You see there are only 7 girls total who work there among 40 men. Only 2 of us, meaning my sister and myself, are young while the others are 50+ so when it was time to leave the random kissing began. I'm sorry Blu but there was nothing I could do about it. And let me say there is nothing like getting a huge kiss planted on you by several guys reeking of alcohol, cigarettes and Italian food. Hell I swear to God one guy felt me up. Kind of one of those let me bump into you on purpose and pretend it was on accident and get me a handful of some office boobie...

And you know what? None of them will remember it come next week.

I had a good time and am looking forward to it next year, minus the kissing and groping of course :)

Blessed or Cursed...

2006-12-21T16:57:00.000-06:00

Am I blessed or am I cursed? Its a question I have battled with myself for quite sometime. I could pretty much go either way on the answer in all honesty but I figured after talking about this crap at work today, why not come home and ask all of my blog readers this one...

Over the years, there is one thing I have noticed about men. And I don't mean any disrespect to you men out there but you all have a complete fetish with a woman's body. Specifically, I am talking about boobies, cha-cha's, fun bags, the twins, lunch, dirty pillows, food-catchers, hooters, massive melons, love humps and whatever else you men love to call them.

I will not lie, I have a fairly nice pair :) Well at least that's what I have been told anyway. And from watching how men tend to talk to me, which is look from my eyes then down to my chest then back to my eyes, I tend to agree with what I have been told.

But you men fail to see what we women must go through carrying these things around. It's not all that easy.

First of all, wearing a bra sucks! The over-the-shoulder boulder holder has got to be the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever invented and who ever came up with the idea should be taking out and shot. However, I do know it was invented by a woman. What the hell was she thinking? She has got to be into some sort of self-torture. If she were alive today she would have been a member of Opus Dei and would have probably sat around flogging herself just for the fact she was a woman.

Secondly, if you happen to have big ones, they can make your back hurt like there is no tomorrow. And if you don't believe that, try strapping on a fake pair for a few days and see how much you like it! No joke!

Third, if you happen to be a woman who has no breasts at all, you can constantly be mistaken for a 10 year old boy. What fun is that? Then you have to buy bras with padding and be all fake and stuff or subject yourself to surgery just so you have a pair. No fun in that..

Fourth, like I said above, men tend to forget you have a face and focus on your chest. You just wanna look at them and say, "Hello, my eyes are up here and not down there jackass..."

Now there are definitely some good things about having a chest that is fairly well-endowed. It really isn't completely horrible all of the time.... I can't lie and I won't....

Men tend to really pay attention to a woman with a nice set of boobies. You get doors opened up for you pretty much no matter where you go. Sometimes, it can get you free stuff. Anything from a cup of coffee to money. I, myself, have never gotten money but I am just speaking on behalf of friends I know who have gotten such things. The coffee, yeah.... I have gotten it lots of times.

The draw back is that there are many women who forget that it takes more than an excellent set up ta-ta's to keep a man interested. Yeah sure he will love to play with them for awhile but the minute he is done with them and he can't carry on a conversation with you, the fun is all over.

Too many women think they can just run out and get bigger boobies and get the man of their dreams. Its a sad reality. If they only realized from the beginning that having the personality of a wet mop doesn't go well with big big boobies. Nope....they don't go hand in hand at all.

I would like to know from the male point of view here. What is it about a woman with boobs that you love so much? Is is merely because you don't have them or what? Is it boobie Envy? Shit, if you did have them would you even leave your house??? **snicker** I mean I don't have a penis and when I talk to a man I don't sit staring at their crotches when I do it so what gives? And I don't want a penis so I definitely don't suffer from penis envy. Come on boys... help me out here!!! (Besides I don't know how in the hell you walk around with those things anyway..)

This was a debate at work today. And the only guy chiming in with any sort of opinion is a 40 year old virgin (yes he is seriously 40 and a virgin.. no lie) so I figure his opinion really didn't matter all that much...

All right guys.. spill it... I want some truth here...

The Christmas Gift I Will Never Forget...

2006-12-19T17:07:00.000-06:00

Now who in their right mind doesn't like getting Christmas presents? I pretty much think its a given. Yeah I know we are supposed to like giving more than receiving but I think alot of us would pretty much be liars if we didn't admit how much we love getting them.

Everyone usually gets their fair share of crap gifts too. I have gotten many. Everything from the ugly sweater to stupid ass trinkets I have no use for. Thankfully, I have never been subjected to the miserable fruitcake you always hear people talking about but that's neither here nor there in this lil' post.

One year, my best friend NV and I had decided to get together with a group of people we work with at her father's restaurant as kind of a Pre-Christmas dinner.

It was going to be great! Just us and about 8 (if I recall) of our close friends from work. I wish I could tell you the menu we had planned but I really cannot and that is because everything else became lost in the shadows once I opened up the gift that NV got for me.

So here we all are, sitting at a huge round table in the Tavern area of the restaurant. Nothing but good food and even better conversation. What could be better right?

Well then it was time for some gift giving. Everyone was exchanging presents and opening them. It was fun to see what everyone got for each other and they all seemed happy with everything they received.

Then it became my turn. I should have known Mrs. NV was up to no good because she made sure that all eyes were laid upon me during my opening of this spectacular gift!

Damn I was I excited! NV was always good at picking out stuff so I could only imagine what she had gotten me! She knew all of the things I loved so I knew this was going to be awesome!!!

I slowly begin opening up my gift and what do my eyes see????

A HUGE RUBBER DILDO!!!

Yeah you heard me right! A great big fucking 1o" rubber penis! It was flesh colored and even had little veins so it looked realistic. All it was missing was a man attached to it.

Panic shot threw me first because here I was opening this gift in front of all of these people we work with. Horrified I was!!! Holy Shit!!! I cannot believe she did this too me!!! Wait, yes I can! NV is evil! She never had a halo only the devil horns!!! That night I was sittin' next to the devil herself and her name was NV....

So after the horrifying look disappeared from my face, I could do nothing but turn a good 6 million shades of red. Then the laughing ensued from everyone at the table. Damn I was never going to hear the end of this one. Nope... NEVER!!!

Damn it NV!!! What the fuck are you trying to say here!??? Of course I knew what she was trying to imply because I was dating no one at the time and was living alone. She felt I needed a "boyfriend" of some sort. She is so incredibly thoughtful isn't she? My only complaint is that it wasn't one that needed batteries. It was going to be left up to me to do all of the "dirty work". Hell it could have even been one that plugged in! You know one of those intimidating bastards that are screaming "You better hold on when using me baby because you are going on one wild ass scream fest!"

**giggles**

NV I love you!!! You know I still outta kick your ass for that one! Nothing like taking out a huge dildo and setting it down in the middle of a huge round table for everyone to see. Gee Thanks NV!!!

So after I left I decided to swing by my parents house and show them my gift. Basically, my family roared with laughter. They always loved NV and her sense of humor....

Occasionally, to this day, I still get asked about this nice Christmas gift. Actually, its more like a "hey remember when NV got you that dildo.......???"

See what best friends are for???

An Evil Menace

2006-12-18T22:40:00.000-06:00

Once upon a time in a little town in Missouri, there was a sweet little doggie and his name was Loco. Loco was so cute with his soft black fur sprinkled with a few dashes of white. Just setting your eyes upon this sweet creature will make your heart melt.

Loco got his name because he is very much like having a crazy and very much deranged squirrel being set free in your home. His hyperactive behavior doesn't always sit will with his owner but she loves him just the same. She should have known something was amiss when Loco came home and she found out he was part Schipperke and Keeshond because those breeds of dog are known for their off the wall and crazy behavior.

Most of the time Loco was quite the good dog but there were many times when he seemed to lose his mind. He would get this crazy look in his eyes and his owner could just tell he was plotting and scheming something. It was during those times that he destroyed many items in his patient owners home.

Last year the destruction was almost unfathomable. He ate everything he could get his little paws and teeth upon. The list is a long a tedious one indeed and includes everything from shoes to Christmas presents and occasionally the cat. He also loves knocking over the Christmas Tree completely so his owner has something to do. He is so thoughtful in that way. Always wanting to make sure his loving owner has plenty to keep herself occupied.

This year Loco has out done himself. So far he has eaten a few Christmas Tree ornaments during this festive time. Loco always wants to make sure he does his part to make the holiday season a cheery one by adding his own personal touches.

Only time will tell what Loco will eat over the upcoming week but whatever it is, I am sure it will send his owner to the edge of insanity :)

The End...

***I would like to make it known he actually has not eaten my cat but he does like to torture the poor little guy!!! I'm surprised my cat even has any hair left....

Now with that being said, here are some pictures of my menacing but oh-so-cute animal and my son :) As you can see Loco has been dressed appropriately for Christmas with his sweet red velvet bow....

Sneakin' Out Part 2 - Thieves In The Night

2006-12-17T17:01:00.000-06:00

After my little post about sneakin' out, I have done much thinking about all of the different unruly things I did during my teenage years. I was seriously a bad girl. There is no other way to put it. But no one every really knew how bad I was. I mean come on.. Look at my angelic face???

How could you ever think that I would do anything bad??? Granted I have devils horns holding up my halo but who's counting???

Now I am deviating from my whole reason for this post. Seeing as how my most recent post was about one of my sneakin' out escapades I thought I would follow it up with another one.

During one of my little late night disappearances a friend of mine and I decided to go and visit a friend. She lived up the street from me, so she happened to be one of the people I usually ended up hanging out with whenever I did venture from my house during the wee hours of the morning.

Instead of calling her she, let me refer to her as Jane. Kinda like Jane Doe. I really don't want to use her real name here. Not that she will ever see it but still. Just being a little cautious. Don't want to give away every single piece of information...

Jane was the only one of us with a driver's license. I was only 15 at the time and she had turned 16 just a few months prior.

On this particular night we really didn't know what exactly to do. We had no plans but it didn't matter. We were hell bent on doing something!!! Oh yeah! It was definitely going to happen.

When I get to her house and sneak in the window we both kind of sat there, staring at each other, deciding what to do and where to go. It was no easy task seeing as though we didn't have a way to get anywhere except by walking. And considering most of our friends lived several miles away, we just didn't see that as an option.

After throwing around a couple of lousy idea's, Jane finally says, "You know what? We are going to take my mom's car!"

At first I was really taken back by this statement. I mean what would happen if her parents got up in the middle of the night and noticed the car was gone and then looked in her room and saw she was gone??? Would they have called the police or what???

However, after tossing the idea around in my head for all of 2 minutes and listening to her say, "Ahhh c'mon it'll be fun! We can go anywhere we want!", I caved. Yep I gave in.

We were going to be thieves in the night! How cool is this? It's like living in a movie! We could do ANYTHING we wanted to do!

In a way the whole idea was pretty cool. Well at least it seemed that way at the time...

Jane left her bedroom really quietly and came back a couple of minutes later with her mom's car keys in hand. At this point we both crawled back out her bedroom window and made our way to the car.

Jane's mom's car was a piece of work. Yes, I am being sarcastic. It was an old white station wagon and I LOATHE station wagons. However, it was a means for us to roam the city so who really cares right?

Jane unlocks the car and we both get in, closing the doors as quietly as possible so we don't wake her parents up. She looks back at the house when she starts the car hoping no one is looking out a window or standing at the door.

WHEW!!! The coast was clear!

Jane eased the car out of the driveway and we were gone!

My house was only 8 houses away but we had to pass it in order to get out of our neighborhood. That is when I ducked in the seat just in case my mother had gotten up. If she happened to look out the window I sure as hell didn't want her to see us passing by. Actually, I didn't duck in the seat, I crawled in the damn floor until Jane gave the "Coast is Clear" signal.

We ended up at one of our friends houses. To be specific it was my boyfriends house at the time. His parents were gone for a week out of town so we figured why not. He had a few friends over so it seemed like fun.

I am not going to go into details but I will say I was a GOOD girl while I was there. I have no lurid details for you so sorry about that. We basically sat around shooting the shit for a couple of hours until we decided we had better go before we get caught.

Now this is where the story gets a little interesting. When we got back to her house, Jane turned the lights to the car off so we wouldn't give ourselves away.

The car was originally backed in so she had to make sure to put it back in the exact place it was. She pulled up in front of the house a little ahead of the driveway and put the car in reverse.

"Hey would you mind getting out and standing behind the car and guide me in?"

Well of course I wouldn't mind! I hopped out and was using my hands to wave her back into the spot. Jane was doing awesome! Splendid at backing up considering she only had her license for a couple of months! Spectacular Job!!!

About the time she was in the spot something went awry. Jane accidentally hits the gas instead of the break sending the car ramming at almost full speed into a tree right next to the driveway.

HOLY FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL??!!!

All you could hear was a loud crash and then screeching tires....

Jane had a moment of panic and peeled out of the driveway like bullet being shot from a gun and left me standing there looking completely dumbfounded! I know my jaw was on the ground and my eyes were as big as saucers because I couldn't believe she left me standing there!!!

Apparently she wasn't in that much of a panic because as she drove away like a mad woman she remembered to turn the head lights back on. So all I see are the tail lights of the car disappearing before me heading down the street.

All I could do was stand there a second. I couldn't move. I was in complete disbelief. What had been a great night had immediately turned into a nightmare.

I remember turning and looking at her house. I truly expected to see her father standing there but luckily for me, he wasn't. And its a good thing too because her dad was SCARY!!! He was one of those guys who put up with NO nonsense at all. None.. Nada...

Finally something gave and I was able to move. I just remember running as fast as I could out of her driveway and down the street in the direction Jane had went.

Can you believe she drove over 2 blocks to a church parking lot?

When I got there she was just sitting in the car, staring at the steering wheel with a look of "I am so dead!" written all over her face.

I got in and sat next to her. She said she was sorry for leaving me and asked if her parents woke up after that loud crash. I told her I didn't see them but I couldn't be for sure. We sat there for a few minutes trying to hatch a master plan but we couldn't come up with anything. Our brains were mush. It was futile. We were fucked and there is nothing else to it.

Jane finally decided to head back to the house and try it again. She had said she was going to back it in again and pretend like the whole thing didn't happen.

So here we go again. But this time she backed the car in perfectly.

We got out and walked around the back of the car to see if it was damaged and if so how bad.

Yep. The bumper was completely smashed in and there was little twigs sticking out of it covered in tiny green leaves. When you looked at the tree she hit, you could clearly see where bark had been ripped off leaving a huge gash in it. We picked out every twig we saw and wiped off any traces of the tree bark and just hoped no one would ever put two and two together.

I really thought Jane was going to cry but she didn't.

At that point she just said she was going to go in and go to bed and she would see me in the morning.

You see, at that time, Jane's mom was taking us to school every morning. Not good when you were just aiding and abetting someone stealing a car for your own personal fun.

I felt like a felon. I went home, crawled into bed and never went to sleep.

The next morning, Jane and her mom pulled up to my house as they usually did and we made the journey to school. Both Jane and I couldn't talk. There was just nothing we could say. Her mother never once mentioned the car. It was a good thing at that moment.

Later on that day when Jane got home, her mother apparently asked her about the car. Her mom noticed the bumper when she was on her way to the car when she was leaving the grocery store that afternoon.

Jane played dumb and nothing was ever said. They just got the car fixed and that was the end of it.

I admit, I do feel a little guilty. Sometimes I wish I had said something but considering Jane kept quiet, I wasn't about to turn her in. I couldn't bring myself to do it.....

Oh boy... So how angelic am I now???

Sneakin' Out

2006-12-15T18:03:00.000-06:00

Today at work a few of us got into some conversations of things we did when we were younger and it got my mind really reeling. The funny thing is I happen to work with my younger sister so telling some of these made her kinda go "HUH???". I love that. It's things she never knew her big sister ever did. Damn now she sees me in such a different light. **snicker** YEAH RIGHT!!!

When I was growing up I had the coolest room in the world. Actually it was the entire basement of my parents house. Damn it was great! What teenage girl wouldn't want this???

There were a few draw backs. Like for one, when my parents bought the house the basement came with the ugliest of green shag carpets. And not just one color of green but it was multi-colored. Light and Dark shades... Bleecccchhhhh!! Talk about a blast from the 70's. It was scary.

Then there was the issue of anytime someone needed to go out into the garage they had to come down the stairs, which meant they were entering my room. FUCK!!! Can't do any masturbating when you are worried a family member is going to come poppin' in at any minute! Did I just say that? Scratch that... Pretend I said nothing... Act as though I am using the Jedi Mind Trick on you, telling you to remember nothing....

It's forgotten right??? Of course it is, now just don't reread this post and its all good :)

Now there were so many awesome things about this room. First, it was huge!!! I mean huge huge huge! I had my bed and basically a full living room full of furniture. All of my friends loved to come over and hang out just because they could lounge around anywhere they wanted.

I even had a fireplace in my bedroom. Tell me that doesn't kick some ass?? Did I use it? Only a couple of times but it was still cool none-the-less.

But the best thing about this room is that I had my very own private entrance. Yeah... A 16 year had a door right next to her bed. That's right... You heard me right....

Now the question is, did I use it???

You better believe I used it! Holy shit I was a bad kid. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I was sneakin' out in the middle of the night.

I would walk down the local 7-11 and flirt with the clerk behind the counter. Craig... Wow I still remember Craig. You know I ran into him a year ago and let me say this.... I don't know what the fuck I was thinking... YUCK!!!

Then there were the times I would head to friends houses and sneak in their windows so we could just hang out. Of course hanging out meant stealing liquor from our parents, getting completely hammered and just having one hell of a time...

I told you I was a bad bad bad girl...

Well after all was said and done as far as where ever it was I was at those nights I would always head home. It was usually some where in the neighborhood of 3 or 4 in the morning.

Now here is where it gets funny. My father worked the night shift for General Motors at the time. I knew I needed to be home by the time he got there or else he would hear me sneaking in. So I always made sure I was home well in advance.

Well except this one time....

I was on my way home from my friends and I was just strolling down the street. I didn't even know what time it was because I had been drinking. See what alcohol does to you??

So here I am walking down the road and I don't even pay attention to the fact there is a van coming down the road behind me until its pretty much damn near on top of me. Well I look over my shoulder and its my father.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!!

What the fuck am I gonna do now? Its a fucking school night and I am busted for sure. They are going to take away my bedroom! Or at least nail the door shut so hard that I would never be able to exit it again!!! FUCK!

So I start jogging a little bit and veering off into the grass just hoping he wouldn't see me. Well I look over right as he gets to me and yep, there is my dad.

Was he looking at me? NOPE!!!

It was like something out of Ferris Bueller's Day Off. You know the scene where he is running home after skipping school all day long having the time of his life and trying to get home before his parents.

The only difference is my dad never even looked my way! He just drove right on past and went home.

I was still convinced I was busted though. I anticipated he would be waiting in my room for me. I knew I was going to be grounded until I was 75. Damn its hell being a teenage girl...

So I reach my yard and sneak around the back of the house to my door. I look at the windows and see no lights or anything so I go ahead and reach for the door.

What happens? The bastard squeaks. And loudly too... SHIT!!! Why don't I carry the WD-40 with me for times like this?

I get the door all the way open and go in and what do I see? Nothing! My dad wasn't there. All was nice and quiet.

I end up changing my clothes in the dark and sneak into bed. I laid there for a little bit waiting to see if he would ever come down but he didn't. That's when I figured he would say something the next day and just kick my ass when my mother is there too..

The next day... NOTHING IS SAID!!!

Whether he saw me or not I will never ever know. He ever said a word to me to this day...

Talk about a close call :)

I will say it again, the life of a teenage girl is hard... No doubt fun! But definitely HARD!!

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Pictures Make You Think Sometimes...

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Thank God...

Even Though...

Oh How I Love Celebrities...

The Blog World....

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I 'Heart' Lots of Stuff

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Update on Blu

Reality

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A Snow Day

Do Bad Thoughts Make Me A Bad Person?

Who Is Behind The Mask???

The Not-So-Great Con

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