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Friday, July 29, 2005

little girl mode....

Ever just feel like coloring? Probably not, huh?
Well I do…. every now and then I just feel like snuggling up in front of the tv with a coloring book.

Recently I was in the supermarket looking at the various ‘activity’ books and I noticed that they didn’t have a single plain old coloring book! What’s the deal with that? where the hell do you have to go to get a coloring book these days? Toys R Us? That’s an awful long drive from where I live and I didn’t want to wait!! I can be pretty impatient when it comes to things like this hehehe

so I went home and pouted for a couple days and then outta the blue I remembered that a while back when my grandfather sold his house I went through his attic to get our old toys and books and stuff, since I can’t seem to let go of anything related to my childhood. I stuck them away on a shelf in my living room and forgot all about them.

Finally when it was really starting to bug me that I couldn’t find a coloring book, I thought…. I wonder if there were any coloring books in those boxes. So I went to the section of shelf with my old children’s books (separate from the area with the children’s books I’ve collected since I’ve been all growed up) hehehe and sure enough there were about 5 different coloring books from when I was probably about 5 or so.

There was Popeye, Cinderella, Winnie-the-Pooh, some generic teddy bear book and one with some little cowgirl with a bunch of horses and stuff. I was in a Pooh kinda mood so I grabbed the Winnie-the-Pooh book and flipped to this picture of Christopher Robin in bed with the mumps.

What the hell are mumps anyway? Do people even get them anymore? Yes Brian I know we’re vaccinated against them!

I just thought it was funny that this coloring book had a picture of a kid with mumps so I had to go with that one. I pulled out all my pretty colors and started in on him but soon I felt sleepy and so I put the book away for another day. That day was yesterday, I was in little girl mode again so when all my work was done for the day I plopped down in my big comfy chair and finished coloring poor puffy Christopher Robin. And since I don’t seem to have anything interesting to say today I figured this was better than nothing hehehe so here it is….

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

pet peeves and prehistoric penises....

Did I ever mention that I used to work in a bakery/deli?

Well I did…. About 72 hours a week and then bzzzt I totally burned out! that’s when I hung up my apron for… well…. a different apron. That’s a whole other story though, maybe I’ll get into it some day but for now this post is about pet peeves, sort of….

One of my biggest pet peeves about customers was a particular type, they would usually act like they were in a huge hurry, to the point of cutting ahead of people to put in an order (which I did NOT stand for!!) if you’re in that much of a hurry call it in, it’ll be ready when ya get here! And I don’t mean from your cell phone around the corner! Then they’d spend 40 minutes lazily eating their lunch and reading the New York Times (they all read ‘the times’ ya know), which they would then proceed to leave in a jumbled mess on the table, NOT buy it but just leave it there for me to deal with. They were the type that even though you’re standing there with your hand out for their cash they drop it on the counter as if they’d surely get cooties if they touched your hand. What the hell is up with that?!?!? And I’m the type of person that will make a big ol’ production out of picking up every last penny as slowly as possible too, while rolling my eyes and shake my head at you. Because suddenly now that it’s time to pay, they’re late for an organ transplant or something, and I wasn’t about to hurry things along for them! obnoxious fuckers!

Then we had the guy who I called ‘sweaty ball money guy’ I know lame name but it fit him! He rode a bicycle all over the place so he was in bike mode at all times. Which meant he drank his drinks out of the corner of his mouth and I kid you not, blew fucking snot rockets IN THE STORE!!!! I almost fell over the first time I saw him do it, I could NOT believe my eyes!! Apparently this is something that bicycle people do while they ride because they can’t pull over and blow their noses like civilized people and I guess for some, it just becomes such a habit. Whatever dude grab a stack of napkins on your way in next time cause if this continues I’m gonna lock the damn door when I see you coming!! – I know I know I should have called him rocket man or something – he WAS a total flame (not that there’s anything wrong with that) hehehe

Anyway the reason why I called him sweaty ball money guy was because he kept his money (usually bills) in this tiny little pocket inside his bike shorts, which were usually soaking wet with sweat. He would flip up the front of his shorts, reaching up inside the leg, open the pocket and pull out these bills that were always soaked through!!! It was the most disgusting thing; ya know aside from the snot he’d leave dripping from the coffee display. He was nice as pie but damn was he disgusting!!!

We had this other guy, who I called ‘guido the fish’ well because he was a total guido and he sold fish out of the trunk of his car, which apparently isn’t all that uncommon in the city which was where he came from. He looked like he just slithered out of the east river. And he thought he was sooooooooo cool… oh yeah man all the chicks want a guy who peddles slimy smelt from his hot car trunk! Who buys that shit anyway??? Really I’d like to know so I never EVER eat there!!

Anyway Guido the Fish or fishy guido as I sometimes called him, apparently came from a place where the women wait on the men hand and foot, which I’m not saying is a bad thing if handled properly, but I got the feeling that in his world it was ‘hey get in the kitchen and make me a turkey pot pie, bitch!’ and well that shit don’t fly with me either. He didn’t swear but that was the attitude he had and it bothered me, a lot about that guy bothered me!

one day he came in with a broken arm and I laughed, I said “what happened, boss the wrong girl around?” he proceeded to ask me to pour him some coffee which I did because it was kinda my job… sort of. But then he asked me to TIE HIS SHOE!! I laughed so hard… I told him he should look in his closet for an old pair of velcro sneakers cause ain’t no way in hell I’m tying your shoe!!

Then he got all sad faced and acting like a helpless little boy and wouldn’t ya know… next thing I know I’m on my knees tying that shit head’s shoe!! – which just goes to show how easily manipulated I am! But that too is another story for another time hehehe

That was just a few examples of the kinda crap you hafta deal with if you work in food/retail, in this area at least. Of course there are cool people too but the obnoxious ones always stick out in your memory!

Anyway for the last almost year and a half Sam has been working at a place with a similar type of customer and it’s really been getting to him, he’s like me and doesn’t have a lot of patience for rudeness or stupidity. So for a while now he’s been looking for another job. He spent most of the spring working on getting his CDL so he can get a job driving a truck, ya deal with less people per day that way for sure!! So anyway that’s what he’s been up to and he was having a hell of a time finding a job, until today!

he got a new job which I guess he’ll start after he has his physical and gets some kind of additional thing for his license, which for him should hopefully be a breeze. The pay isn’t any better but it isn’t any worse either hehehe, only this job will have incremental raises (every 4 months) which beats the crap out of holding your breath in anticipation of maybe getting 50 cents a year!

Plus apparently it comes with medical, dental and a 401k – plus paid sick days (I think) - plus a weeks paid vacation after a year and two weeks after two years. I hope it all works out because I’m kinda looking forward to having some medical insurance since aside from a brief period where we had Medicaid I haven’t had anything that even resembles medical coverage since I was like 19!! And I’ve been putting off my annual PAP yuck for a few months now because of the cost, even though I’ve been having some ummm… abnormalities lately. I’d really like to get that all squared away ASAP before I end up sorry!

Anyway I’m really happy for him…. I hope it’s a job that makes him happy… for a while anyway hehehe

I’m not too keen on where it is because it means he has to go across the river every day. And well call me nuts but ever since September 11th I’m kind of uncomfortable having him on the other side of a bridge. But with any luck sooner rather than later we’ll end up moving over there and getting the hell out of Crazy Town!!! WOO HOO hehehe lately I’m very eager to get the hell away from our current living situation!! But that is yet ANOTHER story for another time.


On a lighter note…. I just had to post this even though Sam tells me it’s like old news man… ok well that sounded more like Maynard G. Krebs than Sam but you get the point.

Apparently some people have unearthed a prehistoric dildo somewhere in central Europe. However Sam seems skeptical because of course as we all know, men back then would not have been circumcised which makes this phallus not quite anatomically correct.

Give the picture a little clicky poo and draw your own conclusion…..

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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

maybe other people aren't so bad after all....

So we went to dinner over at Brandon and Janet’s the other night. It was pleasant enough, I guess by that I mean I wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable there. I wasn’t the first night either though. I’ve known Brandon for as long as I’ve known Sam and in a way it’s cool, even after all these years they seem to have clicked like it had only been a week since they last hung out. And I feel just as comfortable with him as I ever did. In other words I feel comfortable joking with him, usually if I feel reasonably comfortable with you I’ll crack on you quite a bit, I probably go overboard but that is one of my behavioral problems I have yet to get in complete check hehehe I’m not sure I ever will, I’m just a cheeky little bitch I guess!

Somehow the subject of piercings came up and I quite loudly exclaimed how much I LOVED when Sam had his tongue pierced, and told them both it would be totally worth it for him to get it done. I think she was a little uncomfortable with the whole thing and seemed to be trying to talk him out of it – I can’t imagine why!! I’d be all for Sam getting that little piece of metal put back in his tongue!!

Anyway Brandon got so wound up over the whole idea of it that I thought he was gonna wet himself like a little puppy hehehe then Sam brought up that he wouldn’t be able to use his stupid diaphragm turkey call - And well heaven forbid he use one of the dozen other methods for calling a turkey. That put an end to Brandon’s big ideas…. Sorry Janet you’re really missing out!! hehehe

Brandon and Sam both like to hunt, Sam is normal but Brandon is a little off the wall as far as his enjoyment of it goes! And he can go on for hours about guns and bows and tree stands etc.


He was trying to get me to go to the gun club (see I told ya that would happen) to hang out and shoot at cans or targets or something. Sam has seen me hold a gun before it’s a disturbing image, I’m about as coordinated as…. Well I can’t think of anything so insert your own image of the most uncoordinated thing you can think of.

Not to mention I have no strength in my upper arms, I literally have to stop like three times during the course of brushing my hair just to rest my poor weak arm hehehe so I think a bow is probably out of the question as well…. I told them I’d go to hang out but I wouldn’t count on me playing with their weapons hehehe

As far as hunting goes I’m OK with it as long as I don’t have to be involved in any of it up to the point of having manageable pieces of meat to trim and pack away and cook! – I’m sure as hunting season approaches again I’ll have plenty to say about how nervous it makes me but for now I’ll leave it alone

so maybe I’ll go watch them shoot or hang out by the river while they fish and just BS for a while, I can handle that. At one point Janet suggested that maybe when the men go out hunting in the afternoon Sam can bring me over there to hang out with her, and believe it or not the idea didn’t freak me out!! I think I’m making progress hehehe Sam joked around about us making them little orange hunting bonnets… it was pretty funny!

Anyway I told Sam to plant the seed in Brandon’s head that I want to have them over for dinner sometime soon. But they have a 7 year old so it’s not easy for them to get out, I mean they could bring him here but he’d probably be bored off his ass. We’ll see what happens.

I’m really tired and achy and just not feeling great so I’m gonna split for now, maybe tomorrow I’ll have the energy to say something amusing….

On second thought, I’m signed up for babysitting duty at like 7:15 tomorrow morning while my sister tries to straighten out her divorce so by the time I’m done with that I’ll be pretty well wiped out the way I’ve been feeling lately. For some reason I just don’t have the energy to keep up with an energetic 18 month old which probably has something to do with why I haven’t taken the plunge and blessed our home with more than a cat by now.

Speaking of cats…. I’m gonna go clean the litter box and take a nap ~ meow

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

fourty-one

once in a while email comes in handy, someone sent me this thing and since I don’t seem to have anything to say I figured I might as well use it to fill some space - so here ya go....

41 apparently random question-like things

1) My uncle once: tried to get me off the school bus, but the driver wouldn’t let him because she didn’t recognize him (I was 3)

2) Never in my life: have I not thought I was fat

3) When I was five: I came home from school to discover my mother wasn’t home so I got in the truck with a delivery man to go looking for her, fortunately he wasn’t a sicko!!

4) High school was: a joke!

5) I will never forget: the fact that I blew off my grandmothers birthday party when I was like 19 and she died before she could have another

6) I once met: a boy who turned out to be the love of my life

7) There's this girl I know who: gave a kidney to a co-worker

8) Once at a bar: I can’t think of a single ‘once at a bar’ story… never was one for going to bars

9) By noon I'm usually: starting to wind down for the day

10) Last night: finally got Sam to fix our air conditioner situation, ate a really yummy panini, watched the Good Times marathon on tv land and fell asleep

11) If only I had: never gotten the huge mind fuck that was my childhood

12) Next time I go to church: there’s gonna be a next time?!?!?!

13) Terry Schiavo: should have had a living will and a health-care proxy

14) I have a confession to make: I’m a chataholic!

15) When I turn my head left: I see the stereo, a bunch of Sam’s music equipment and his books

16) When I turn my head right: I see the living room and 3 - 10 foot shelves full of movies and books (mostly mine)

17) You know when I'm lying when: I doubt you’d ever know I was lying

18) Everyday I think about: COUNTING!

19) If I were a character written by Shakespear I'd be: dead

20) By this time next year: I'll hopefully be coping better

21) A better name for me would be: sleepy

22) I have a hard time understanding: MATH! It’s not so much that I have a hard time understanding it as I just DON’T get it and I probably never will

23) If I ever go back to school I'll: be shocked & desperate!!

24) You know I like you when: I talk to you for more than 5 minutes

25) If I won an award the first person I'd thank is: depends on what the award was for I suppose

26) Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: 3 dead men and a little lady

27) Take my advice, never: pass on an opportunity to tell the people you love how you feel about them

28) My ideal breakfast is: the 3 B's - Big and Buttery with a side of Bacon


29) A song I love, but do not have is: I can’t think of any

30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you stop by and say hi (I’m still here)

31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: have nothing in common?

32) Why won't anyone: think for themselves!!

33) If you spend the night at my house: you’d be fed well but probably be stuck sleeping on the floor

34) I'd stop my wedding for : nothing!!

35) The world could do without: so many things… I’ll go with technology

36) I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: a maggot!!

37) My favorite blonde is: my niece but she won’t be blonde for long

38) Paper clips are more useful than: an 8-track cartridge

39) If I do anything well: I have a hard time believing it

40) And by the way: I’m extremely fortunate

41) The last time I was drunk: I was 18.... I spent the entire night with Sam & Mike trying to keep me from drowning in a friends toilet as I puked and cried my eyes out over a dead friend, while they alternately tried to get me to the car to take me to the hospital, I got a 4 day hangover, puked bile for at least 2 of those days and probably should have gone to the hospital if only I could have stopped puking long enough to get out the door – consequently I lost my taste for alcohol….

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Friday, July 22, 2005

Help Me Obi-Wan Cannoli!!

Long, long ago in a health food store not so far away I met this lady who was handing out free samples of some kind of organic carrot squash soup. I know it sounds disgusting but it was actually really good!

She turned out to be a nutritional counselor and since every once in a while I get a bug up my butt to eat better, I ended up on this soup lady’s mailing list.

In her most recent email she sent this funny link - ok maybe it’s not so much funny as bizarre – well maybe not so much bizarre as disturbing. I try not to think about all the terrible crap that’s in my food, but how could I resist when it’s presented to me in the form of a Star Wars spoof?

So grab your genetically modified popcorn (make sure it’s slathered in plenty of artificial butter-flavor topping)
sit back and enjoy... go on do it.... ya know ya want to! what's 5 minutes out of your otherwise boring day anway? hehehe

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

comment turned post....

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." ~ C.S. Lewis

I read that quote somewhere earlier today and it seemed fitting, as it is probably the root of my whole problem with being social or making friends or whatever my problem is. It’s either that or complete and utter insecurity on my part. Knowing me it could easily be both!!

I seriously have not made a new friend since the late 80’s – when I meet people I never look at them as a potential friend, even if we have a lot in common. I have no idea why, I just kinda say ‘nice to meet ya’ and don’t expect to ever see them again. Most people I meet I couldn’t care less if I ever see again. Hold on ~ strike that – in nearly 20 years I have not gotten to know a single person well enough to care if I ever see them again. It’s not that I don’t like them (I don’t think) it’s more like I don’t bother to find out if I like them.

Strange I don’t so much have that problem in chat land or blog land – probably because if something creeps into my comfort zone here it’s so easy to escape from it. I have friends online that I’ve been chatting with for years. Of course I’ve ‘met’ hundreds more who have fallen by the wayside. Such is life right?

I used to go to this therapist who was trying to understand why I had so few friends. I may have mentioned before, I have 3 friends (outside of the cyber world) – Sam, Mike and Natalie aka M & N - Natalie and I have been together since kindergarten, and Sam and I have both been close to Mike since high school.

Seems simple to me, I told her; I tend to make people uncomfortable so they’ll stay the hell away from me!! But she wanted to know why I did this. I told her I value my personal time and space and with each new person you invite into your life they take up time I don’t feel like sharing.

Sam and I have a very cool relationship, we’re very close but we both also value our alone time (he gets very little :( - I have almost nothing but) Mike lives close enough for occasional visits but well out of the regular drop in zone and he’s super busy so even if he lived next door I could count on him to leave me alone hehehe – Nat lives around the corner and has for pretty much all our lives. But she’s like me and hates the ‘drop in’ as much as I do. We have a good thing going we know each other well and never step into the other’s ‘discomfort zone’. Yet we talk almost every day sometimes for hours on end. She knows me and my quirks and I trust her to not make me uncomfortable.

If you’ve ever seen that show Monk – I’m kinda like him I need things to be a certain way and I don’t like change. So much so that in the past when things around me have changed that were out of my control I’ve actually broken out in hives in response to it.

I also don’t deal well with confrontation!! If something is bothering me, I’m much more likely to do my best to ignore it.

For example this past week I had a feeling my sister was gonna call and ask me to baby-sit. For some reason the thought of this sent me into anxiety overload and rather than just tell her no if she called, my plan was to just dodge her calls. Fortunately she didn’t call anyway, but still. What the hell is wrong with me??

In the situation of overly aggressive people trying to make friends (which I’m not sure this is, I actually think I’m just overreacting) I’ve dealt with an overly aggressive ‘friend’ before and it was NOT pretty!! But if it is the case with them that they are trying to get too close too soon. I’d be more likely to blow them off than actually say anything to them. If it came down to it I would find it easier to change my phone number than have to deal with talking to someone about something like that! Yes, I’m a total wimp hehehe

Of course in this case it’s somewhat out of my control as I’m NOT going to tell my husband he can’t hang out with his friend just because I have some hang up about socializing (not that he’d listen anyway hehehe) This is probably a good opportunity for me to take a step in a more social direction. Of course the only reason I would even do that is because it’s what I’m sure someone would tell me I ‘should’ do. I’m quite sure if I asked 20 normal people for advice on the matter most of them would say to take the step and stop hiding in my comfort zone!

I’m not sure in this case it’s the people that are the issue. I think it has more to do with having to go to them. I had thought of inviting them to dinner around the same time they invited us over and the thought didn’t scare me at all. I like them (especially now that I’ve gotten to know the her half of them a bit) and I’m sure if we had them here I would be completely comfortable with them. I still don’t want a new buddy but the occasional get together is totally fine. I think hehehe

I’m not completely against socializing; I have no problem with it at all when it comes to people I know and am comfortable with. I’ve just always done such a good job or scaring people off I think, that dealing with new people hasn’t been much of an issue for me. I just need to find a way to ease into a new situation with new people. I can do that… I’m not THAT far gone hehehe

This is fast becoming a mental health blog…. It’s obvious how scattered my thoughts are, reading some of the junk here anyway. I’ve been spewing my random thoughts here for 5 months and this is the first time I’m actually uncomfortable with what I’m saying. Is that a good thing? I’m not sure. Maybe this whole blog thing can be good therapy after all.

Maybe it’s just PMS hehehe

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

what next, bridge night?

I know this is something I need to get over, I’m very comfortable with my little life and the people in it and I get very uneasy when things happen such as ‘new’ people coming into my little world. The issue is NOT the people it's me! That’s why I’m writing this…. So I can try to work through it. I’m sure it seems silly but it’s a major issue to me – I do NOT like change!!! Anyway here goes….

When I met Sam (about 17 years ago) he had this friend, we’ll call him Brandon. Sam and Brandon were like two peas in a pod. In fact if it weren’t for Brandon, Sam and I would probably not be together right now. But that’s a whole other story.

Anyway over the years certain things happened that made me uneasy about Sam hanging out with him. It probably had something to do with Brandon trying to get Sam to move to another state while we were going through a kinda rough patch. That really pissed me off!! – whatever it was it wasn’t anything major I just wasn’t thrilled with him. I never told Sam I didn’t want him hanging out with the guy but I think my feelings mixed with Brandon temporarily being in another state kinda pulled them apart a bit.

Eventually Brandon got married and for some reason his new wife didn’t want him hanging out with Sam either. Apparently she was more vocal about it. I think it had something to do with some kinda naughty stuff the three of us had participated in back in the day (when we were teenagers) I’m pretty sure she flat out told him not to hang out with Sam (and probably me) but I’m not sure. Whatever it was it kept them apart!

Every once in a while we would run into Brandon somewhere and he’d tell us how much he missed us. I know Sam missed him too, and as much as I like having Sam all to myself, it’s good for him to have boys to play with. So even though I wasn’t particularly thrilled about it I tried to encourage him to maintain contact. But Sam is a lot like me in that department; he’s not great at keeping in touch.

A lot of years went by with very little contact and then one day a few weeks ago we get a phone call from Brandon out of the blue. Apparently he searched high and low tracking down pretty much every member of Sam’s family trying to find our number. He decided to tell his wife to shove it I guess, he was tired of her telling him who he could hang out with.

He came over that day and him and Sam talked for a couple hours and made plans to hang out again soon. Then sometime last week as I’m coming home from a long, tiring day out with my sister I walk in the door and the phone is ringing. It’s Brandon, he says his wife (Janet) wants to have us over for coffee and dessert in a few days.

Oh brother…here we go

I tell him I’ll talk to Sam about it but I’m sure we’ll be there. God help me I’m thinking…. I so have NO interest in this! I told Sam I’ll go but by NO means am I in the market for a new buddy!!

Keep in mind all I know about this chick is that she’s a controlling bitch, and I pretty much made that up on my own based on things I've heard, since I'd never really met her. well I met her once at our wedding but I don’t even think we spoke; they only stayed for the ceremony and then split.

I was pretty proud of myself for not even really thinking of trying to find a way out of this little date!


on the way there I told Sam "ya know she only invited us over there for coffee and dessert to feel us out, otherwise it would have been a full meal" hehehe

So we show up at their house at about 6pm. At some point the boys went in to look at Brandon’s toys and left me alone with this chick. Not a big deal, but I’m not exactly known for being comfortable around people, especially new people and especially girls. I tend to get nervous and say inappropriate things.

So I was my usual anxious self, twirling my hair, biting my lips, rambling on about insane shit. My family and unruly children and dieting and whatever else popped into my head. She turned out to be pretty nice, she didn’t seem at all like a controlling bitch to me!

When all was said and done we didn’t end up getting out of there until after 3am!! As we were leaving she apologized to us for being such a bitch all these years. She seemed sincere…. I’m sure the great pumpkin will visit her pumpkin patch this year! I told her she wasn’t the only one to blame for keeping everyone apart.

While we were there they mentioned having us over for dinner and I immediately had visions of this chick inviting me to candle parties and doing bake sales at the gun club.

Help!!

apparently she wasn’t fazed by my nervous behavior. She must meet crazy people all the time.

On the way home Sam said I was right about why she had us for dessert and not dinner. I told him I had a good time but I don’t want to make a habit of this. I know this is a me problem, I have a problem with being social. It has NOTHING to do with this couple at all I just really REALLY value my alone time. he tells me I have PLENTY of alone time.

ok ok then it’s my solitude I value!
You can’t deny me my solitude
….

Sam hung out with Brandon yesterday and he told Sam that Janet has apologized to him several times since that night for causing such a distance between all of us. I guess we passed the test hehehe I’m really glad that she changed her mind about us for Sam & Brandon’s sake but I’m not quite sure why WE are an issue. Can’t they just hang out? Why do me and Janet have to be involved?

While Sam was there yesterday they got to talking about holidays I guess. They don’t really have much family around here anymore, and then she asked him what we normally do for thanksgiving.

THANKSGIVING?!?!?! - Ok shoot me now!!

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Sunday, July 17, 2005

better luck next time....

I stood in the cosmetics department of target scanning the many different choices in nail polish.. I don’t often wear nail polish but I’m getting tired of my usual black or clear glittery stuff, I want something nice, something pretty, something more…. mature. I grabbed one that looked about right. A nice dark reddish color almost like a very dark cranberry maybe, it was called ‘succulent’ I thought for a moment wondering how they come up with these names… I KNOW there are people who’s job it is to just sit there naming colors, paint, nail polish, eye shadow etc. but what do these names have to do with the actual color?

Anyway as I always do I unscrewed the cap and brushed a few strokes onto my left thumbnail, I decide I like it so I finish painting the nail rather than searching for a napkin or something to wipe it off before it dries.

As I stood there examining the color trying to decide if I liked it enough to make the commitment to spend the almost $4 on the tiny little bottle, I noticed how even as it dried it was still shiny and wet looking. ‘Ok’ I think ‘it holds up to its claim' the bottle says "WET SHINE"

well we know how easily I’m distracted by shiny objects…. So my mind starts to drift for a moment while I look at my nail as if gazing into my Magic 8-Ball for the answer.

I started to think of how nice the color looked against my skin and how it would look even nicer with my fingers wrapped around his cock as it vanishes into my mouth, little splashes of red occasionally being sucked in making my fingers nice and wet as they slide up and down while he throbs deep in my throat….

finally I snap out of it, definitely ready to make this purchase now!


Later that evening….

I’m in the kitchen working on dinner, Sam and his brother (who visits pretty much every Saturday) walk by and it seems like Sam is looking at my hand so I hold up thumb and ask if he likes my new nail polish.

He gives it the once over and quickly says "it’s alright"

Alright?!?!” I say…. “yeah… it doesn’t really go with what you’re wearing

well thank you Mr. Blackwell!! - I roll my eyes and continue cooking dinner.


Even later still….

I call Sam and his brother to dinner… as Sam is walking out of the other room I involuntarily hug him (we hug A LOT) I leaned in and I think I asked if I could count on him to change my kitchen light bulbs later (I’ve been asking him for a few days by this point) if it was winter I wouldn’t be able to cook dinner because it would be totally dark in there!! He pulls me tighter and whispers in my ear “can I count on you to get on your knees and suck it later?” ....hold on, I think as I look down at my pretty red thumb nail - hmmm sorry honey….

'MY
SOURCES
SAY
NO'

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

WTF?!?!?!

so we're driving down the road the other day when we come to a traffic light - red of course!! as we're sitting there I look up and notice a sign dangling down from the huge steel apparatus they hang the lights from. It simply says: "WAIT FOR GREEN LIGHT"

all I could think was THANK GOD for that sign because if it wasn’t there I’m quite sure Sam would have stomped on the gas ramming the car in front of us and shoving them into oncoming traffic!!

Whenever I see something like this I get images of people dressed in crisply pressed dress shirts and ties sitting around a huge table in a boardroom somewhere discussing the high number of traffic violations. The person in charge of the traffic light division stands up and gives a speech about how “we simply must do something about the number of people running red lights” and then some other corporate dork raises his hand, squealing like Arnold Horshack “Ooo!! Ooo!! Oooo!! …lets hang up a sign reminding them to ‘wait for the green light’.”

Suddenly rays of light beam on him like something out of the bible…. or a cream cheese commercial – ‘BRILLIANT!!’ everyone pats Arnold on the back and he smiles – finally feeling validated.

once the meeting is called to an end, Arnold shuffles back to his office, SURE he’ll ‘get some respect around here now’ As he walks past her desk the receptionist smiles at him and he closes his office door and with his sudden burst of self confidence whacks off feverishly, picturing himself nailing that receptionist as he fondles his paperweight in a scene like something out of a Crumb comic. When he’s done he presses the intercom and breathlessly asks the receptionist to get Ted from the sign division on the line.

Which brings me to…. who makes these signs? Someone’s otherwise unemployable cousin? Is there a big sign factory somewhere, where some poor shmo (who probably ran a red light in order to get to his crappy job on time) stands there stamping out sign after sign like some prisoner in a license plate factory??

Did they have to contract it out? there was probably piles of paperwork involved in getting these things produced as multiple sign factories clamor for the opportunity to manufacture these new signs. Does someone’s Christmas bonus depend on this? If ACME SIGN WAREHOUSE doesn’t get this contract will there be major layoffs? Will the economy suffer?

Seriously… what the fuck?!?!?!

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Sunday, July 10, 2005

Dave & Alicia (Part 1)

She looked at her watch - 7:15, they had agreed to meet at 7:30 but she got out of work a little early and there was surprisingly little traffic so she decided to go in, have a drink and wait for him. She walked in and took a seat at the far end of the bar.

Before she left work she had stopped to change into something more casual. Causal enough for the cute little flip-flop type sandals she bought the other day. She wore a very simple little soft flowery sundress, cut just about mid calf, the neckline was a bit high for her, she normally showed off quite a bit more cleavage, while this still showed some it was not as obvious… just enough she thought. Her long dark hair pinned up in a clip leaving curly little wisps hanging down to frame her naturally tan face, her pouty lips sucking slowly at the straw in her drink.

As she sat there waiting, she noticed a couple across the room laughing and having a good time; they looked like they knew each other pretty well, they seemed extremely comfortable just hanging out, both drinking bottled beer. He was tall with short dark hair; he wore jeans and a black t-shirt. She was petite with reddish blonde hair, kinda short and wavy, it hung just right around her milky white face. She wore jeans as well and a light colored top with a v-neck that buttoned down the front and was just short enough to show her belly button. At one point she leaned over just far enough to make her cleavage very visible and the girls mind began to wander…. She sat back sipping her drink just watching the two, very openly flirting with each other.

Sometime after her mind began to wander he walked in and saw her at the bar, her legs crossed and her right sandal dangling from her toe. He had to take a moment to compose himself, then he walked over and sat down next to her and watched her for a moment as she chewed on the end of her straw, obviously a little turned on by the way the two were touching each other she hadn’t even noticed that her drink was empty.

He noticed and ordered her a new one, and a beer for himself, and then he leaned in and asked “having fun?” she jumped slightly, a little startled. She had completely zoned out watching them, she smiled, turned to him, and kissed his cheek. “Hey Dave” she said “when did you get here?” he turned and grabbed their drinks from the bar, handed her hers and said “5 minutes ago, sorry I’m late, just as I was leaving work my boss cornered me and started chewing my ear off about that project I’m working on”….”it’s ok” she said, still a little distracted. “I was standing by the door watching you before I came over” she blushed a bit because she knew how she must have looked watching that couple. But she tried to blow it off… in between sipping her drink she asked how his day was and they chatted a bit but he wasn’t about to let it go.

I know him, ya know?”
She let go of her straw and asked… “Who?”
That guy over there, his name is Mike, he works at my office
Oh” she says…. “he’s cute!” then she paused a moment thinking ‘she ain’t too bad either’

She paused again trying to figure the girl’s ‘whack factor’ …something they do when they’re people watching. She figured the girl to be about a 4 on a scale of 1-5, only because he doesn’t normally go for blondes. She told him this and they both laughed. The truth was, while he didn’t know her, he had seen her around the office and on more than one occasion stopped what he was doing to check her out.

They chatted a little more, before she excused herself to the ladies room. He took her drink and set it on the bar as she walked away. A few minutes later as she was walking back down the hall toward the bar she felt a hand on the small of her back, steering her toward the wall… it was Dave, she could smell his cologne. He pushed her up against the wall, breathing heavy in her ear

You want to fuck him don’t you, Alicia?’ she said nothing. He gently kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs just enough to slide his hand up her dress. He pulled her panties aside; he could tell they were damp. He pushed farther and his fingers slid right into her hot little pussy. ‘mmmm I knew it!’ he said, biting at her neck.

Then he ordered her back into the bathroom and told her to take off her panties and put them in her purse. ‘I want that pussy easily accessible tonight
She smiled, his fingers were still inside her and she didn’t want to move. The way she felt she knew if she didn’t go she would cum all over his hand right there in the hall so she turned, as she did his fingers slipped from her, and she scurried back down the hall doing exactly as she was told. She quickly pulled her now very damp panties off and stuffed them into her purse, made a quick stop at the mirror to check her hair and headed back toward the bar. Suddenly feeling a little nervous, not quite sure what he had on his mind.

As she walked down the hall she noticed Dave across the room with Mike and the blonde girl. Mike shook his hand, ‘if he only knew where that hand had just been!’ She thought. She shook her head and hesitated before making her way over to them, a little uneasy… she wasn’t expecting to socialize. She took a deep breath, smoothed out her dress and headed over. Stopping right next to Steve she leans up and kisses his cheek again and he introduces her to the couple…

Mike, this is my girlfriend Alicia… Alicia – Mike… Mike works on the 4th floor
Alicia nods and shakes his hand “nice to meet you
Then Mike introduces the blonde as his friend, Kate…. The girls nod and smile at each other and Dave tells Kate “I’ve seen you around the office, it’s nice to finally meet you” – the four sat down at the tiny little bar table and started chatting, normal small talk, office related stuff. Everyone was laughing and having a good time.

Alicia noticed she was starting to get a pretty good buzz but she didn’t care she was having fun and she didn’t particularly want this night to end just yet so she ordered another drink. As she sat there sipping it she noticed Mike watching her but just as she caught him he looked away.

Kate leans over to her rolling her eyes and says “hmph, men!” and they both giggled – as the men continued talking the girls broke off into their own little world, laughing and giggling. Which was odd because Alicia typically didn’t get along well with other girls. She always preferred to hang out with the boys. But this girl was different, they had a lot in common and they seemed to be able to talk like they knew each other forever. Alicia started to think it would be nice to have another girl around to do all those girly things with.

As they sat there gabbing away Alicia noticed Dave’s hand on her thigh, inching its way up under her dress, checking to see if she did as she was told. She could feel his fingertips poking at her, he groaned when he felt how wet she still was and he leaned in and whispered in her ear “good girl!” she grinned and tried unsuccessfully to push his hand away. Fortunately the music was pretty loud or she was sure the others would have been able to hear his fingers moving around in her wetness!

They stayed a while longer… she wasn’t counting Dave’s drinks because she was too busy drinking her own and he was doing a good job of keeping her distracted under the table. But he seemed like he was pacing himself very well… he didn’t even seem like he had a buzz at all actually. Which was good, it was getting late and he was driving her crazy. She was eager to get someplace where they could take things further!

So, even though she really liked Mike and Kate she wasn’t particularly thrilled when Dave suggested they come back to their place. By this point she was soaking wet and all she could think about was feeling his hard cock inside her.

But both of them looked like they’d be better off not driving so she understood why he suggested it, since their place is very close to the bar. They decided to take one car; Dave could drive them back to their cars in the morning.

She went along with it. After all she was enjoying all this flirting and teasing too! And she’s a patient girl; she could wait a little while longer. The men paid for the drinks and the girls grabbed their purses. Kate had to visit the ladies room so Mike took the opportunity to check his voice mail. Dave told him to meet them at the car.

The parking lot was very dark! It was hard to see, and that was probably a good thing because as they got to the car, Dave pinned Alicia up against her door, groping hard at her tits, kissing her neck and growling in her ear ‘I saw the way you kept flirting with him…. With both of them’ he said… she suddenly got very shy. ‘You can fuck him if you want’ he says… biting her neck, hard!

God’ she thinks ‘I don’t know if I can take much more of this’ she reaches down and notices his cock is so hard she’s surprised it hasn’t ripped through his pants! Just as she’s about to try to undo his zipper she hears Mike and Kate laughing as they walk toward the car. Kate jokes that they should get a room, as her and Mike slide into the back seat. When they shut their door Alicia says jokingly to Dave “you just want me to distract him so you can have a go at her!” he winks, and swats her on the ass as she opens the door and slides into the car.
She can hear Mike and Kate kissing in the back seat, and as they head off down the road she thinks to herself.... ‘this is gonna be an interesting night

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Friday, July 08, 2005

a loaf of bread, a container of milk and a stick of butter

remember that little cartoony bit from sesame street?

Well anyway my mind seems to be mush lately! I can’t think of anything even remotely interesting to say, all I’ve been able to manage to write is my grocery list so here it is:

Dinner Stuff

panini (tomato, basil, fresh mozzarella, red onion or shallots)
steak pizzaiola (venison)
fish – salmon & catfish
chicken piccata w/risotto
BBQ chicken w/roasted rosemary potatoes
orange chicken
tacos
grilled cheese & tomato soup
sausage gravy & biscuits
pesto pasta w/grilled chicken

Lunchy Stuff

curried chickpeas – yuck!!
leftovers

Groceries

fruit
lemons – for lemonade and piccata
asparagus
broccoli ?
mozzarella – for pizzaiola
cheddar
chicken stock (frozen) – for risotto
chicken – boneless breast
orange juice
water
water chestnuts
taco shells
baking soda!!!
straws
frozen peaches ? – for smoothies
vanilla yogurt x2 – for smoothies
sour cream
milk
bread

maybe something exciting will happen while I'm out shopping!! hehehe

off I go ~ woo hoo!!

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS!!

Ok so we had to go to a wedding on Saturday – whoopideedoo!!

On Friday I discovered that while the ceremony was at 3 – the reception wasn’t until 6! We were told that it was possible that the wedding could be pretty long but that seemed excessive!

As it turned out the ceremony was only like 30 minutes long…. Perfect, short and sweet! The priest was humorous which of course I liked – can’t stands for no stuffy priests! I’m the kind of person that pretty much makes up my mind about someone within the first couple minutes – even from a distance and this guy, even though he was a priest, seemed like someone you could kinda hang out and laugh with. The only thing that bugged me about the wedding itself was that they did the receiving line starting just outside the door… so everyone in the wedding files out smoothly and then the rest of us are left standing in between the pews slowly inching our way out one or two at a time while each person makes their way out the door into the fresh air and says their congratulations – it wasn’t THAT bad but being someone who has an intolerance for fragrances it was difficult for me to be sandwiched in between all these people who JUST put on their colognes and perfumes.

While we were standing there kinda sideways trying to inch our way out, Sam overheard the couple we were sitting next to say something about going back to his aunt/grandfather’s house in between. At this point we were pretty curious as to what the hell we were supposed to do for the next TWO HOURS so we got outside and tracked down the aunt and found out that a few people were going to their house so we tagged along. We don’t see them all that often even though they only live 20 minutes away so it was kinda cool to get over there. Plus the wife of this couple that had been sitting next to us was a relative Sam hadn’t seen since he was 4 (also odd since she only lives 20 minutes away as well) we got to talking and I liked them instantly. She is his grandfather’s sister. Her and her husband have been together since they were 13!! So that was kinda cool – not too many freaks like us out there!

So we get back to the house and Sam calls his sister because we noticed she wasn’t at the wedding…. Turns out her babysitter bailed and they couldn’t come (it was one of those no kids allowed events… even though someone showed up with a 3 year old anyway)

Sooooooo then we heard that we had been stuck at the geriatric table!! Now this would have been ok had the sister & brother in law showed up but just the two of us at the table full of people talking about Lawrence Welk and social security?!?!?! I told his aunt – ok two spots just opened up you guys have to sit with us… please don’t abandon us with the ancestors!! And thank whomever it is you thank for small miracles that they did!! That couple I mentioned was sweet but she talked a lot about Sam’s dad, who is dead and well it was getting kinda creepy cause it sounded like she had a bit of a crush on him!! Granted she was only 9 months older than him but still!!! YUCK!! Welcome to a wedding in Appalachia!!!

While we were at the house they all got to talking about some other uncle who always used to talk about sex and bondage and stuff.… so I chimed in… ‘looks like I married into the right family!’ and they all got a big laugh… albeit with strange looks on their faces but still hehehe

Then one of them started telling racist jokes…. And I’m not talking about your typical ‘a polish guy, a priest and a rabbi walk into a bar’ kinda jokes – I’m Polish, Irish, and Italian so there ain’t no joke I haven’t heard – but I’m talking about shit you would imagine he picked up at his last cross burning! So my nickname for him was the grand dragon… in the 16 years that Sam and I have been together I’ve never met this guy before and I hope I never do again…. he got on my nerves! At the wedding, which was 99%, white there was one black man…. The grand dragon leans across the table to Sam’s grandfather (who I know is not of like mind with this guy) and says “who’s the black guy?!” I swear I thought I was watching a rerun of all in the family or something! This attitude is pretty foreign to me…. I wasn’t REALLY raised that way… sure I heard racist remarks but I didn’t grow up with the belief that white people are any better than anyone else and at this point in my life well I dunno I guess I just expect morons like that to have the good sense to not spew their ignorance in mixed company… silly me!

Personally if that were MY house I would have told him to keep it to himself…. I’m kinda particular about the way things are in my home! I was waiting for him to start telling gay jokes… since the aunt who’s house we were at is a lesbian…. It wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t realize that though even though she’s been with her girlfriend ‘S’, who she lives with, for almost 20 years! Until recently they never discussed their homosexuality with us! I always thought it was kind of odd and cool in a way that it was such a non-issue with their whole family. But recently they brought up how they’ve been together almost 20 years – I told them they should have a party and they both said ‘who would come?!’ uh well I know me and Sam would!! And fuck anyone who wouldn’t… in my opinion you want to know who those people are because I would not want them in my life… if they can’t accept me for who I am… fuck em!! This was brought up again at the wedding when S said ‘I want a wedding’ – I said ‘so have one’ again she said ‘nobody would come’ – ‘anyone who matters would come’ I said.

Anyway I digress… I was supposed to be talking about the wedding NOT about bigotry….

We FINALLY get to the place where the reception is being held and discover there is a cocktail and hors d'œuvre ‘hour’… which would have been fine, had there been room for everyone to sit. But there wasn’t so if you didn’t grab a chair right away you were kinda left to sort of just mill around hoping someone with a tray of potato puffs would stop close enough so you could grab one and juggle it with your drink. Totally open bar ALL night by the way which was cool… or at least it would have been if we were drinkers hehehe…. Initial cocktail hour drinks were pretty watered down and the appetizery things were all something that came out of a box… shit you could have gotten in one of those mixed boxes of hot party snacks at SAM’s club or something. I was not impressed…. I hafta say I’m not a huge fan of my mother but having been involved in things she catered I hafta say she kicked ass compared to this so called catering hall/wedding mill whatever you want to call it.

This hour was more like 90 minutes!! So here I am starving… I mean wasting away… my stomach thought my throat had been cut as my grandfather would say…. My body was starting to consume itself for energy just to get through the rest of this shindig.

FINALLY they call us all like cattle into what they called ‘the crystal room’ I assume it was named after the gargantuan crystal chandelier which looked like something you would have expected to see at Liberace’s house… it was almost as big as my living room!! – we sat down and immediately we all looked at the table and tried to figure out where our place setting stopped and the next began. There was so much crap on the table that it was difficult to find room to set your drink down. I’m not exaggerating at all when I say we each had 6 forks!! three spoons and 2 knives… but there was no trying to figure out which was your salad fork and which was your dessert fork because they were ALL exactly the same! An example of how overcrowded the table setting was…. At some point one of us actually set a napkin on fire just trying to get a piece of bread!

Then we were introduced to the DJ who looked like a cross between Colonel Sanders and Panama Jack and he was LOUD! He introduced us to his smarmy sidekick who’s name I can’t seem to remember so I’ll call him Larry… but he was sure to inform us that if there were any dateless ladies out there that his pal Larry was a trained ballroom dancer! Ooh ahh! Applause (seriously people applauded this!) and this was only the start of the applause!

they did all the typical wedding crap – introducing the wedding party one by one, the bride’s parents, grooms parents, the bride & groom, each and every single introduction followed by MORE applause and hoots and hollers – then the toasts and first dances and all that junk which took forever and when all was said and done we didn’t get fed our dinners until 9 o’clock!!! – I had the prime rib because well you can’t really screw up prime rib, it’s either a good cut or it’s not…. Or so I thought!! – ahh I’m being overly critical here it was tender and it was a decent piece of meat, not overly fatty but they tried to kill me with that generic restaurant salty essence that a lot of restaurant food seems to have…. It was served with a stuffed baked potato, which was obviously either previously frozen or spent WAY too much time under a heat lamp!! You couldn’t just stick your fork in and get a bit of filling, you actually had to cut the thing!!

there was some entertainment here and there – at one point Larry was dancing with some chick – a tall blonde woman who looked pretty well lubricated - he was twirling and spinning her all over the floor and at one point he pulled her in and whispered in her ear…. I joked around saying that he was probably trying to invite her out to the parking lot to check out the back seat of his Monte Carlo.

The aunt was cracking me up as well… they were playing all the typical crap music that makes you want to stick a couple of your excess forks straight through your ear drums and the aunt leaned over and said it won’t be long before they do YMCA and her and S are the only two out there dancing hehehe then she said after she has a few more drinks in her she thinks her and S should have a nice slow dance right there next to the grand dragon – god how I wanted to see THAT!! hehehe

By this point I was so thirsty from the few overly salty appetizer thingies that I had, that I relented and went against my usually strict rule of not drinking tap water and drank two pretty big glasses of the stuff they had sitting in a pitcher on the table, which tasted like it had been strained through someone’s dirty gym socks by the way – and not long after was reminded of why I stopped drinking tap water in the first place, by the cramps I was doubled over with. That along with the shitty little café chairs they had us sitting in (by 9 my legs were numb! And Sam’s back hurt so bad he couldn’t sit still) – I mean really if you’re gonna have people sitting for hours on end at least give them proper chairs!! My uncomfortable wedding clothes and the LONG long day and I was ready to get the hell outta there!! So we waited for the bride and groom to make their way over to us to say their thank you for coming, it meant so much to us BS – and to say congratulations for the 4th or 5th time, then we thanked the aunt and S for not leaving us alone with the oldsters… and we split!

We didn’t even stick around for cake… which may have been rude but Sam had to be up early to work in the morning and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit around ANOTHER hour while these two make the rounds on the grooms side before they serve us some cardboard tasting cake at 11pm that would leave a coating of lard in my mouth so bad I’d need a case of toothpaste to feel fresh again! and would probably leave me with some kind of sugar hangover the next morning – besides I think it’s rude to make us wait 2 hours between the ceremony and the reception, to feed me inferior food, to seat me at the geriatric table, to subject me to endless applause, and force me to smile for all of it so you can have some terrible pictures for your overpriced album!

Anyway that is the story of what will hopefully be the last wedding I ever have to go to!!

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

submitted for your approval....

Well it’s going to be a beautiful couple of days… I can tell already!!

I’m having a lazy day… I sat here vegging out listening to flashback just like I do every Sunday morning – some of the stuff they play on there these days kind of scares me… must we flashback to music that came out after I left high school? Like the little gray hairs I keep finding when I take a close look at my head – it’s just another sign that I’m getting old hehehe

Recently I was listening to a station that claims to be a ‘classic rock’ station and they were playing RATT! - Tell me RATT is not classic rock!! Not yet anyway

I went out to take care of the chickens, and discovered that the black caps are finally ripe! So now my fingers are stained with berry juice but I had a yummy breakfast! I have to remember to tell Sam again how much I think it sucks that he put the chicken coop right in front of the best berry bushes which now get no sun!! :(


oh how I love black caps! probably because they have such a short season.... one of the few things I remember from my childhood is this time when we were kids, we went all around my grandparents yard picking black caps until we had buckets full and then we made preserves - I remember when we boiled the berries that all these little wormy things came to the surface of the water and I was so grossed out! but man those preserves were soooooooo good!! I still remember those wormy things though everytime I eat those berries straight off the bushes, but I eat them anyway.... a little worm never killed anyone... I HOPE!

since I'm such a morning person I love going out first thing in the morning, while it's still cool enough to be able to stand being out there - with my little bucket like something out of Little House On The Prarie. I don't care if I get scratched up by thorns or bit by bugs as long as I get some sweet, yummy berries!!

I try to make sure I leave a few for the birds.... because I feel bad, like I'm taking their food away. I'm sure they have plenty to eat out there that I wouldn't touch but still I feel bad.
in the winter when I feed them I make sure to give them some grapes and apples to make up for it.

well....

It’s July 4th weekend… what does that mean to me? well since Sam works in a cute little farm market where all the weekenders like to shop it means he has to work… so I’m all alone here. And strange as it sounds that is just fine with me…. I may catch a ride and go see some fireworks or something before the weekend is over…. But I may just stay home and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with everyone else being busy – woo hoo!!

Tomorrow I fully plan on spending the day in front of the tv from morning till I fall asleep, watching hour upon hour of the twilight zone!! – if I’m smart I’ll unplug the phones and lock the doors and just sit here in the dark and completely ZONE out! – I know I’m a weirdo – but I LOVE those Sci Fi – twilight zone marathons!! It drives Sam crazy – especially the couple day long one they do for new years! After a little while he says ‘can we PLEASE put something else on I can’t even stand to hear this show any more!’


Listen I don’t ask for a lot… please just leave me alone with my twice a year twilight zone marathons!! hehehe

That’s why when I heard Sam had to work tomorrow I grinned from ear to ear…. It sucks for him but I’ll get my one day of uninterrupted irony – and I NEED it!!! I’ve been so stressed out lately I could really use this excuse to just shut down!! And everyone who knows me should know to leave me alone during ‘the marathon’ hehehe

I know I know I’m such a dork!!


but I don't care!!

I'll make it all up to him on Tuesday.... I promise!

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