In the Interim

Flavor Wave

2006-03-12T18:53:00.000-07:00

So, Saturday, I got up at 4:30am because it was RAINING! I decided to stay up, enjoy the rain, and catch some early morning tv.

All that was really on was infomercials, and I happened upon THIS gem...

Yeah, I could see it. I had to have been delirious.

Say it with me now, "I will not watch tv this early again. I will never get up at 4:30am, unless it's for a REALLY good reason." Not that the rain wasn't a good reason, but it rained all day, and I was punchy. I almost bought one of those puppies. Whew!

Oh, yeah, I know I promised pictures of my Chicken Imperial. It turned out WONDERFULLY! Alas, my camera's batteries went dead so I couldn't get pics. I couldn't even get any cool shots of the rain! Argh!

Hope you all had a great weekend.

Rain Song

2006-03-11T09:35:00.000-07:00

This is the springtime of my loving-
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing-
So little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing-
I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles-
Flee from me keepers of the gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize-
These things are clear to all from
Time to time. ooooh...
Talk talk-
I’ve felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so
But I know that I love you so.
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
Must fall.
Just a little rain?
Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!

--Zep

LOVE, RAIN ON ME....

2006-03-11T04:46:00.000-07:00

It's 4:30am, AND It's raining.

I repeat...

It is RAINING in ARIZONA!!!!!!!

In the words of Dave Chappelle, "WHIP OUT YA TITTIES! IT'S A CELEBRATION!

It's still dark out so I can't get any pictures, (dammit) but TRUST me...I'm staying up till I CAN get some.

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring!!!! hee hee!!!!!!!!!!!

It's also freezing outside. In mid-March, In AZ, this is ALSO cause to whip out ya titties and celebrate. Or your dick, for that matter. Hell, it's RAINING, for the love of PETE. ANY appendage will do. Fuck! Do the hokey pokey for all I care! It's RAINING!

Rain, rain, don't go away, stay around another day!

This is almost as good as sex!

Okay, that MAY be pushin' it...

Thanks for all your good vibes. Happy thoughts DO work miracles. We're even supposed to get SNOW down here in the valley! SNOW! In the valley! I can't believe it!

They've already gotten it up in the mountains, one of my techs called yesterday and we were all jealous of the precipitation. And NOW look!!! WOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

YEAH! HOO-AHH!!! WOOTITY WOOT WOOT WOOT!
YEAH!

Day 144, and Still No Rain...

2006-03-09T17:33:00.000-07:00

Thursday morning ~

Thursday afternoon ~ Thursday when I got home from work around 5:15pm ~ cold, blustery, but NOTHIN'!

Mother Nature,!!!!!

Why Won't It RAIN??? Part 1, Day 143. I Think.

2006-03-08T20:26:00.000-07:00

Why the hell won't it RAIN already? We are SO due for it, but I'm afraid La Nina is gonna be a bitch like last year and dump the whole year's worth on us over 2 months. That sucked.

Lately, it's cloudy in the morning, then sunny midmorning, cloudy like rain evenings, AND...

REPEAT.

Mother Nature is a tease. AND a muse.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna start taking the digital to work. I've decided that I'm going to post nothing further except pictures of the Arizona sky until it rains like a motherfucker.

PLEASE send rain.......

Cooking is Therapy...

2006-03-07T21:16:00.000-07:00

I am hurting in more ways than one, out of pain meds, AND I have cramps ~ so I said fuck it ~ I'm not cooking tonite. I dislike the band nirvana, but to quote a line in one of their songs, "nature is a whore."

Cooking IS therapy, even if it IS doing THIS:

For frozen pizza, Essensia (sorry kids, couldn't find a link!) ROCKS. Lemme put it this way: it's Entenmann's good.

On a positive note, I do still love most aspects of my job, and the weather is warming up. Soon it'll be time to head for the mountains & stalk some wildlife with a camera. Sleeping in a tent could still be pretty painful (and cold, up there), but with the right padding, my car can be pretty darn comfortable for sleeping when you fold the seats down. Mads always has a blast up there, too! Something to look forward. And, if it's not TOO cold, watch the stars all nite.

Forget About It

2006-03-07T08:29:00.000-07:00

I slept wrong. I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder and my ribs still fucking hurt.

I just needed to whine. Sue me.

Chicken Parmesan...

2006-03-06T08:45:00.000-07:00

Okay ~ I promised to take pictures if I cooked something this weekend, so here ya go:

Cooking is a form of therapy for me. I'll be doing a lot of it from now on.
Simmer...and spice...and it all turns out nice:

Yeah, I cook enough for an army. Good thing this stuff freezes well.

The above was my BROTHER'S portion. The dude is a MOOSE, but you'd never be able to tell. I think his legs are hollow or something. I ate maybe half of what this is and then gave him leftovers for lunch. I'm such a good sister...

OH WAIT! I almost forgot...

The piece de resistance..............OH YEAH, baby...chewy brownie, scoop of Ben & Jerry's Gobfather ice cream (they really must be stopped) and chocolate syrup.

I SWEAR on my own eyes that I didn't eat this. I mean it. I will, however, admit to licking the spoon after I scooped the ice cream.

Sure beats the hell outta ramen noodles, don't it?

Imagine

2006-03-03T22:27:00.000-07:00

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or don't really know each other) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!

Yeah, Mr. Fabulous has made me a comment whore. I am somewhat aroused by this...

The Trip

2006-03-03T20:58:00.000-07:00

I will never ever forget our trip to Africa, where you wouldn't stop antagonizing the pygmies by throwin popcorn balls at them and screaming, "I AM GULLIVER! Bow before me, liliputians!" What the hell were you THINKING? I still have scars from the bitemarks they left on my ankles. Capri pants and sandals are completely out of the question now. I wouldn't trade that memory for the world...

Gonna Delve Into Some HTML

2006-03-02T21:08:00.000-07:00

I've had some ideas for my skin the last few days...I think I'm gonna take the weekend and lose myself in HTML. I did promise someone I'd help, and I don't break promises. I do promise pictures if I cook anything.

Thanks Mom!

KING of Monster Island

2006-03-02T00:00:00.000-07:00

I've had this comic for a LONG time. It's now laminated and hanging in my office. My apologies for the awful readability.

Ash Wednesday

2006-03-01T00:09:00.000-07:00

Look at ME! I have ASHES on my head! LOOK WHAT A GREAT CATHOLIC I AM! BEHOLD, MY BURLAP SACK OF A DRESS! (I know, you guys ALL want me now...would it help to know I have nothing on underneath this burlap sack?)

Christ on a Waffle, Lent sucks. I don't do this, but I'm giving up FAST FOOD. I don't know why. Challenge is good for the soul, right? So goodbye, Wendy's, BK, Mickey D's, Sonic, and Arby's. Goodbye, french fries, onion rings and tater tots. Goodbye spicy chicken. KFC, you were a friend. Oh, yeah...Jack, you were "ok" in a pinch. Dickbeak. Your "appetizer shit" menu sucks J's revolver, anyway. Ass. I'm so close to the border and I can't even run for it. Hasta la Vista, Taco Bell.

Goodbye dollar value menu. Hello Friday fish friday. Hello fasting. Hello Stations of the Cross. Nonny, the flashbacks are too much. HOLD ME.

Does this count during PMS?

So Much To Blog, So Little Time...

2006-02-28T00:00:00.000-07:00

Jeez, it's Tuesday, I'm still not done with the recent weekend, and the next one will be soon upon me!!! Where does the TIME go, people? New moon, new beginnings. This moon promises to bring better things, I can feel it. And soon to be a new month! In like a LION, out like a LAMB.

I learned this past weekend that I can blame just about everything on vicodin right now. Even spelling errors. Baster, get a friggin' dictionary next time you want to attack someone gramatically. Douche.

Movies I rented, AND a brief review, if you guys can stand the inevitable incorrect grammar:

The Exorcism of Emily Rose ~ Slow, but disturbing. Anything based on a true story spells disturbing, and this one was, on many levels. And I thought *I* had some strange experiences!

The Ring 2 ~ Well, you kinda knew what to expect, if you saw the first one. The second one, well, I'm gonna have to see it again, blame the vicodin. From what I DID see, it was pretty freaky.

Hitch ~ I am a HUGE fan of Will Smith (yes, I would SO do the Fresh Prince). Not to mention I'm also big fan of Kevin James, so I thought those two were hilarious together. If there weren't so many GUY sorta references during this movie, it could very well be considered a chick flick.

Must Love Dogs ~ Okay. John Cusack. Diane Lane. Two actors I've always adored, their characters finding each other romantically, in the cutest way ever. The critics said something like, "finally, a love story for adults." Yep. TOTAL chick flick. But I loved every minute of it. And what's cool about it is, it didn't make me GO all "chick flick." I used NOT a kleenex one. Had I not watched it alone, ey, maybe different story.

Hey. I actually got to REST these cracked ribs this past weekend, and for that I feel blessed. Next weekend is for cleaning. I can't fucking WAIT.

Much love & peace for your mind. You know who you are.

Ribs Part II ~ Pictorial

2006-02-24T00:00:00.001-07:00

Okay - so I GOT the ribs and shit like that...

Then I rubbed one out...(McCormick GrillMates "Barbecue" rub RULES!) oh...yes...yes....yes.........YES!!!!!
It slow-cooks at 200 degrees for 3 hours and then it...puts the sauce on its' skin and then it barbecues again....

Meanwhile, I made hot potato salad and steamed asparagus

Time to take things off the grill and plate things up...

WOOT!

Vicodin Fixes EVERYTING, Mon...

2006-02-23T07:04:00.000-07:00

First off, I really gotta say THANKS to all who stopped by (some over and over again) to BFM me. Birdy, thanks a LOT. This should be done at LEAST once a month. I've NEVER had that many comments, and it was absolutely RITEOUS. Now I can get that fingernail transplant I've been needing. And don't think you're immune...when you LEAST expect it....mwa-ah-ah!!!!

SECOND, but not least important, and getting into my Vicodin story: About a week ago, I was running into the kitchen at full speed and smacked my right side FULL ON into the corner of the breakfast bar, which comes up JUST under my uh, "breast area."

"AAAHHHH!" I cried. "That's gonna leave a mark."

I didn't think much of it at the time (alcohol involved? me?), but ever since, the pain's been waking me up at night and every time I sneeze, cough, laugh, or strain my voice, I feel like I'm being kicked by a horse with a hot shoe. (Yes, even to SING hurts like hell, which hurts even worse.)

So I was uh, "talked into" going to Urgent Care today, and, when x-rayed, it was discovered I have two cracked ribs. Not one, but TWO. Hey, when I do something, I do it RIGHT. There's nothing they can really DO for broken ribs, as there's no "cast" per-say. Just lots of time, taking it easy (yeah, right, and tell the Pope not to pray), and PAIN MEDICATION. Let me tell ya something about Vicodin: it really DOES fix everything. Not only has the pain subsided, but NOTHING and I mean NOTHING bothers me. My brother came over with one shoe off, one shoe on (isn't there a nursery rhyme about that?) and tap-danced. He's a nut. I even watched like 10 minutes of "The Golden Girls" and thought

Bea Arthur was frickin' hilarious! Okay. Let it be known right NOW that I will NOT be abusing this shit. Especially if I start thinking that show could become a "must see." Damn I must be hallucinating.

I almost feel like I shoulda broke my ribs a long time ago...hee hee! At least maybe now I'll be able to sleep through the night.

Don't Go Into the Basement

2006-02-22T07:05:00.000-07:00

So! The basement door was ALWAYS kept closed. It squeaked, and no matter what we did, we couldn't stop it. I will warn all of you right now that the word CREEPY will appear several times during this post.

So, you walk down, and immediately to the left was an "outhouse" looking box that was supposed to serve as a 1/2 bath, but we could never use it because it was always either backing up or the toilet just plain didn't work. Ugh.

The floor of the basement was painted BLOOD RED, and the walls were institution green. CREEPY. This is where the washer and dryer were kept, and, of course, one of my chores was to help with laundry. I NEVER went down there alone, always coaxed one of my brothers to come down with me. If you continued on past the washer/dryer, there was the furnace room, which doubled for my dad's "workroom." You'd THINK it would be warm with the furnace in there, but it, too, was always cold as hell. There was one wall where a name was painted in RED and then covered with green paint, and no matter HOW many times we tried to paint it over, the name still kept coming through: Stutzman. HMM. Too much like LUTZ for MY liking.

Then there was the "fruit cellar." You open this weird slatted door and had to step UP to get into it. The floor was DIRT. WHY? Anyway, there were shelves of really old, dusty fruits and vegetables, probably put up by people who lived there in the 1900's. We never touched them. Behind ONE set of shelves, though, was a "wall" made of just wooden slats. One day, my brothers and I got curious and started tearing the slats off. EASILY done, as they were rotting. What we found behind was a totally open space. We got our youngest brother to go a little ways in, and after about 5 minutes he came running ~ no, SPRINTING out of there screaming his head off, looking pale and VERY terrified. To this day he said he can't remember what he saw but we're guessing that this "space" was part of a tunnel for the underground railroad. Makes sense, being located where it was and in which part of Ohio. CREEPY! Perhaps our "ghosts" came from there. We'll never know, and I'm not sure I really want to. I'd LOVE to check the history of the house though.

No one EVER wanted to go down to this basement alone. Call it a "vibe," but even my mom and dad hated spending any time down there alone. We tried our best to make it LOOK as homey as possible, but that weird vibe just wouldn't go away, so we never really hung out.

I'll get to the attic and the barn another time. I've got a chill just thinking about that creepy basement. YUCK.

Ghost Hunters...

2006-02-21T19:04:00.000-07:00

The other night, I watched a program called "Ghost Hunters." Give ME a break. I laughed myself right off the couch. I'd love to see these guys spend 7 years in the house I did in northeastern Ohio growing up.

This house was OLD. I think they called it a "century home." It was a beautiful big brick house with a big ol' barn, where yes, I had a horse. From a distance, it looked like the perfect home. Big ol' buckeye tree in the front yard, cherry tree in front of my brothers' window, HUGE maple tree outside my window, three apple trees in the backyard, blackberry briars down the hill along the property line. AND a HUGE hill on the property next door which was AWESOME for sledriding in the winter. I mean PERFECT.

Until....the "visitors." Nonny, you prolly know where St. Rt. 82 is, running through Mantua Corners, right? Anyway, our house was on that stretch.

One night, at different points, the WHOLE family saw the same ghost. It took the shape of a man in a suit and hat, carrying a suitcase. My parents were getting ready for bed; my dad was in the bathroom, and "it" stood in the doorway of their room. She thought it was my dad and called out to him, but he called back from the bathroom, and she just sat there, kind of freaking out. It disappeared through the wall at the end of the hallway. On the other side of that wall was their closet, which was ALWAYS freezing cold, no matter WHAT time of year. (There were a lot of really weird "cold spots" in that place.) Anyway, my brothers' room was just across the hall, and THEY saw it not long after that. Sometime during the same night, it woke ME up, took my hand and lead me down the hallway only to disappear into the same wall. WEIRD. Nobody really talked about it until days later, but all of us just kind of freaked out as we heard everyone else describe the same "being." My mom thinks it was her stepdad, the only grandpa on her side I really knew. Strange.

My bedroom furniture used to get rearranged on an almost daily basis while we were at school. I talked to my brother about this the other night, just to confirm it wasn't some event I conjured to make my life seem more interesting. haha! Talk about a scene out of "Poltergeist!"

Then there's a matter of the basement, but that's gonna have to be for a different day. I WILL say this much about it: it wasn't your ordinary basement...

Nascar on the AZ Loop 202

2006-02-19T18:37:00.000-07:00

Before I say ANYTHING ~ Olympic ice dancing gets me HOT. I mean effin HAWT!

Okay... ... ... HOLY MOLY!

My dad's birthday was Friday. YAY! Still kickin & young, the HUGEST Pink Floyd fan on the PLANET, still funny as hell, still one of my best friends EVER; him AND my mom. I had one of the BEST times over there on Sunday. I felt more connected to them than I have in a long time. Okay, enough mush.

Little Bro was there, too, and we left the 'rents house at about the same time. Sitting at the light getting ready to turn onto the "short stretch" of freeway that leads us home (we live in the same apartment complex), he decides to punch it around me the second the green arrow hits. He FLIES down the onramp, flipping me off out his window (a certain trademark of our rivalry), and, of course, I take off after him.

We could have been compared to the Labonte brothers, except we weren't doing 180 mph. And we weren't fighting, or driving on some sort of oval track. And I'm....well, uh...a girl.

ANYWAY! We were by NO means driving erratically, just a playful "race home." All of a sudden, bro taps his brakes as if to say, "dude, something goin' on here." The he REALLY had to tap 'em, as did I, and traffic went all weird. Seems to me, some chick in a minivan coming down an onramp didn't look and all of a sudden it was like a scene during the Daytona race today. Cars spinning out, people honking, jeez! You'd think we were driving in a blizzard or sandstorm or something.

Really, I don't think we had anything to do with it.

We blew by it (no one really wrecked). Before we knew it, we were home, getting out of our cars, and high-fiving because our great driving abilities got us BOTH out of what could have been something messed up. DAMMIT!!!!! I could have BEAT the fucker....haha!

Man, my KINGDOM for a couple laps against my brother at Firebird Raceway... how cool would THAT be?

AAHHHHH!!

2006-02-19T11:43:00.000-07:00

Please, sir, NO MORE....

Ah JEEZ

2006-02-17T07:03:00.000-07:00

I HAD a really cool post for today, thought I saved it as a draft to post this morning, but NOOOOOO....

It'll have to wait till Monday I guess. Damn.

I'm so glad it's Friday. Maybe over the weekend I can figure which way is up.

Momma told me there'd be days like these...

My Date With Uncle Sam

2006-02-16T19:00:00.000-07:00

So, America's buddy, Sam, asked me out. Being the good, law-abiding citizen that I am, I HAD to accept. It's like taking out the boss's out-of-town nephew or some shit like that.

I gotta tell ya ~ what a cheap-ass bastard. Not only would he NOT pay for anything, he made ME drive. (Oh, NO, taking HIS limo would be a waste of America's "resources.") And when the night was said and done, he wanted to come in and, well, DO things to me without so much as a kiss. Uncle Sam doesn't believe in foreplay. Asshole bent me over before I even had a chance to make coffee and well, let's just say there was NO lubricant involved. OUCH. I may not shop for weeks. MY "resources" have been officially tapped. Bet that whole, "I'll call ya!" never pans out, either. Ass.

Being in accounting, I do my own taxes. Being single, and living in an apartment, I get off (no pun intended) pretty easily by doing the short form. (Who YOU callin' EZ????) It's funny how, last year, when facing plenty of penalties for cashing in a 401 K the year before and taking some time off, I got the big "OH!," and now for this year, after working my ASS off and letting him take me for money I'll probably never get back, (can you say Social Security?) I am getting close to nothing. I'll get MAYBE a third of what I got back last year. Go figure. Don't you get at LEAST 9 to 25 for RAPE in this country? Hmmm..... he could have at LEAST worn the stilts from the parade last year, THAT might have turned me on or something. What a bastard.

Yeah, I don't think I'll be going anwhere with ol' Sammy soon...somehow I just want to throw my tea in his face...

On another note: hey, at least I'm not being terrorized in a third-world nation, where OUR troops are fighting for THEIR rights.

Bitter? Me? Naaaaahhhhh.......

The "Thingy..."

2006-02-13T06:56:00.000-07:00

So Saturday I got my hair cut. CHOPPED, actually. I LOVE it! Shorter than I would have normally gone, but it looks great, if I don't say so myself. It's gonna be MUCH easier for me, and that's what I need right now.

Anyway, my hairdresser is also one of my best friends and my brother's ex, so after "the chopping," we went to get some lunch. She mentioned I STILL hadn't seen her new condo, so we headed on over there, and had a blast.

ANYWAY! In the midst of our conversation, she jumps up and says, "OH MY GOSH! I almost forgot, I was going through some stuff and found THIS:"

She hands it to me and says, "I'm not sure what it is, but I think it's your brother's. It looks like either something you blow on, like a harmonica or kazoo or something or..."(as she pulls it apart)
"...something you might use to like, TUNE something with or something..." (I've mentioned before that my brother's a musician.)

I laughed my ever-lovin' ASS off.

"_____," I said, "it's a fucking duck call..." and proceded to show her.

Talk about a good laugh. I asked if she was actually blond. Then I drove her parakeet insane with the damn thing.

Out of the Mouths of...well, Amichai's Alma Madda..haha!

2006-02-11T03:17:00.000-07:00

Amichai (Only Zool on my sidebar links 'cause I'm too lazy ~ hey, it's friggin' Saturday and I just altered my life as I know it) posted this little gem....

I swear I rolled on the floor crying myself silly from that video. OH, to be this creative is a gift. A GIFT, I scream to you!

Hollywood is out of control. Amichai, KUDOS for sharing this wonderful piece of cinema with the world. I say ~ more parodies, more laughter, and more, well, as the Beatles said,

"All ya need is love... "

Disk Jockey Antics

2006-02-10T06:36:00.000-07:00

So Fitz, the afternoon guy on my local radio station, decides to call directory assistance Thursday afternoon. Why? I don't know, I missed it. All I heard was this:

"Directory assistance, for what city?"

"Phoenix."

For what listing?"

"Chew....BACCA"

I laughed so hard I about wet myself. They ACTUALLY looked it up. By the time the phone call ended I was in tears with stitches in my sides.

SO THEN, I'm chattin' it up with Nonny, and SHE tells me about
THIS SITE!!!! There are some really creative people out there...

Neeless to say, I got ZERO work done after that. Laughter is good. VERY good.

A Thousand Words

2006-02-08T20:37:00.000-07:00

OH, Here I Go Again...*

2006-02-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

I LOVE my local radio station. The guys are hilarious! The commercials suck ass, but at least it's free. I refuse to pay for Sirius or any other satellite radio, because believe me, folks, the commercials are COMING. I pay for cable now, because it's the only thing available, and the commercials are horrendous. The only thing I'm really "paying for" is more channels. It NEVER used to be this way. You got LESS commercials, MORE shows, LESS censorship (don't EVEN get me started about THAT FUCKING SHIT), and MTV was, well, MUSIC television. They should change their name to RTC. "Reality TV Central." When did this happen? Reality TV has taken over the country. While I do admit to having been addicted to Survivor (sorry, Non) and Joe Millionnaire at one point, that shit got real old, real fast. I'd rather watch a rerun of Charmed or CSI before I watch this dribble. OVER AND OVER again, it's the same premise: "How can we get people to just fuck with each other? How can we tear loving families apart, and best friends into enemies?" Man, I was even appalled at the whole Osborne fiasco. How STAGED is all this shit? There just seems to be NO creativity in the world anymore. Even movies are being re-done ad nauseam. Ugh, I'm truly disgusted with it all. Gimme a new mindless sitcom or something that's gonna at least TRY to entertain me and my "not-at-work" mind. And PLEASE, our kids hear George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words on the playground, classroom, mall and all over the "real world" streets!!! Why do they bother to censor the word "asshole" on tv, when there are clearly parental controls available? I don't get it. OH, wait, NOW I DO. Babies having babies, who've not had a chance yet to ... ah dang, what good would bitching about THAT do?

Anyway, it just seems every NETWORK channel that's on has some reality show on. I know, I know, you're saying ~ "hey, read a book, listen to music, surf the net!" I read all day at work. I get my fiction in, too, on breaks & lunch (I'm currently reading Stephen King's 7th of the "Gunslinger" series...IS it the final one? I'll letcha know when I finish).

I will NEVER tire of music or the impact it can have on your soul, and have seriously been thinking of learning how to use the equipment H has here to record some things. If not, I've got other options available to me, but I'm determined. I'm just so tired by the time I get home the last thing I think about is playing with the computer, although all day long, all I wanna do is surf the net. Not to mention, my "me time" in the den is WAY limited. Go figure. Hopefully that will be resolved soon.

And oh yeah, one more thing: CRABBY, You GO, Miss (or Mrs., whatever the case may be)!!! DON'T LET THE TURKEYS GET YOU DOWN. I am behind you one hundred percent, and then some, if that's possible. Stand your ground. Just because it feels like your lab blew up doesn't mean you can't pick up the pieces and get back to creating. CHOP CHOP !!!!!

OOPS!!!! Okay, one more "thing," then I'll jump off my soapbox: GREENDAY. Good LORD ~ will these guys just STOP already? I'd like to find the person who signed these whiney dorkass punks and get his/her momma to slap him/her. THEN I wanna slap his/her MOMMA for even encouraging such trash. If I hear the "When September Ends" song ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, I am gonna scream. In fact, I've said that before, and DID scream. (I KNOW a lot of it is the "program director's doing - bastards!) Newbie at the front desk (front desk, front desk, newbie at the front desk, ugh!) thought that to be funny and then gave me an hour-long dissertation about the band, and then how much he hates Nirvana, and then about others he's seen in concert...
I now, seemingly, work in hell proper.

freak of the day!

I Got Nuthin'

2006-02-07T07:36:00.000-07:00

Actually I do, but no time this morning. I really gotta think about writing my posts at night and putting them up in the morning. Uh...

Okay then...

I Love the Word "Juxtaposed"

2006-02-06T08:09:00.000-07:00

I know the pieces fit

cuz I watched them fall away

Mildewed and smoldering,

fundamental differing

Pure intention juxtaposed

will set two lovers souls in motion

Disintegrating as it goes

testing our communication

The light that fueled our fire then

has burned a hole between us so

We cannot see to reach an end

crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit

cuz I watched them tumble down

No fault, none to blame

it doesn't mean I don't desire to

Point the finger, blame the other,

watch the temple topple over

To bring the pieces back together,

rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from

the squaring off

between

And the circling is worth it

Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit,

but I watched them fall away

Mildewed and smoldering,

strangled by our coveting

I've done the math

enough to know

the dangers of our second guessing

Doomed to crumble

unless we grow,

and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has

a tendency to

atrophy any

Sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers

I know the pieces fit...

"schism" ~ Tool

And life goes on....

2006-02-05T00:35:00.000-07:00

Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, 'cause
Ill
Hear you scream
Master
Master
Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Fix me!

Testing

2006-02-04T17:51:00.000-07:00

I'm just testing to see if blogger is down or what. Looks like certain parts of it are down. They've GOT all our emails, why don't they just shoot us a "mass email" to tell us they'll be down? Would that be just too easy?

One ponders...

Wha-Wha-WHAT???

2006-02-03T08:00:00.000-07:00

Fuck. Just plain FUCK. And I don't mean copulation.

Entertainment, IMMEDIATELY!!!!

Happy Lobster ~I Mean~ Groundhog Day!

2006-02-02T08:00:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official, at least from this little corner of the world. Larry came out this morning, saw the boiling water for tea and high tailed it back to his tank in a HUGE hurry. Looks like 6 more weeks without seafood. Damn.

HAPPY Groundhog Day!!! (can ya HEAR the polka music?)

This could also be another movie I could watch over and over again. Is it my imagination, or is Bill Murray aging ever-so-nicely? I just think this picture makes him look REALLY sexy. He's come a long way from his SNL days, that's for sure.

When I lived back east, we LIVED for Groundhog Day in the winter, what with all the dang snow and wretched weather. Actually, we had our own groundhogs in the backyard, so we'd do our own version of Punxsutawny Phil. We'd wait for those suckers to come out of their holes and....

Okay, the rest is just too graphic to share. My uncle did most of the dirty work, and I never looked. Those little bastards would spook my horse almost every time I rode. I'm lucky I didn't end up like Christopher Reeves...

I personally am rooting for 6 MORE weeks of winter, meaning that the desert heat will be put off for that long. I think. I don't know how we determine that shit down here. I think it's more like, walk outside: is it hot? No. COOL!!! Another 6 HOURS of winter...

This may just be the freakiest smiley yet. Can't. Stop. Laughing.

When Tagged, One Must Answer

2006-01-31T20:21:00.000-07:00

Okay, so a few days ago, I was tagged, and it's been bugging me that I never responded. I ALWAYS respond to this stuff, just because I think it's rude not to. (Not to mention, it's a lot of fun to think!) Sometimes life just takes over.

So, NONNY, here ya go, with my meme:

Four Jobs I've Had
1. Mail Girl
2. Clown for Hire (EXCELLENT money, and Clown School is a BLAST!)
3. Cook for JB's Restaurant (formerly "Big Boy")
4. Sandwich Delivery Girl

Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over Again
1. Sweet November
2. Shawshank Redemption
3. Back to the Future (the original)
4. Forrest Gump
(let it be known right now, the list could NEVER be limited to FOUR)

Four Places I've Lived
1. Parma, Ohio
2. Mantua, Ohio
3. Mesa, Arizona
4. Ahwatukee, Arizona

Four Places I've Vacationed
1. Niagra Falls, Canada
2. Apache Junction, Arizona (when I was 11, before I moved here)
3. Mantua, Ohio (after I moved to Arizona)
4. Several places in California (the ocean, she soothes me!)

Four Favorite Dishes
1. Pierogi (home-made, of course)
2. Galumki (whaddaya want from a Polock?)
3. Pork Tenderloin (slow cooked on a gas grill ~ mmm...)
4. Chicken Ceasar Salad

Four Non-Bloggers I Visit Daily
1. Joe Cartoon
2. Friends and Families of Suicide
3. McSweeny's (okay not EVERY day, but often enough)
4. TV Guide.com (soap updates. OKAY, I admit, I'm still addicted to abc daytime)

Four Places I'd Like To Visit
1. Poland
2. Scotland
3. New Zealand (I LOVE Kiwi Birds)
4. Australia (Sydney Opera House, Koalas, and Kangaroos)

Four People I'm Tagging For This Meme
1. Hitman J
2. Jungle Jane
3. Jerry
4. Crabcake

SIDENOTE!!! I DO still plan on posting pics of the CA trip. A girl's gotta keep her blogging priorities in check, right?

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! (You know who you are...)

Let Love Rule,

Tunesday!

2006-01-30T18:00:00.000-07:00

She knows what she wants and knows she's gonna get it
Doin' the best that she can, won't give up, won't regret it
And she ain't takin' nobody with her
Yeah, she's leavin' the past beind
Won't be waitin' on nothin' for no-one
Won't be back till she gets what she finds

She's goin straight to the king of the mountain
Gonna ask for some peace for her mind
Oh yeah she's gonna tell him about it
Ya know she's really going for it this time

All that she can get for the least amount of money
Won't be played for a fool but stays sweeter than honey
Man she gonna take you for a ride
The time of your life

She's going straight for the king of the mountain
Couldn't stop her if you wanted to try
This time, nobody bringing her down
She's earned her wings and she's gonna fly........

Straight to the top
Top of the mountain
Gonna give him a piece of her mind
Really gonna tell him about it
Yeah she's really goin for it
goin for it
this time..

c 1993, tlk aka my "monicker," all rights reserved.

I would'a' driven my grammar teachers NUTS with this. ALL the more reason for me to smile...

Want Happier?

Wow....

2006-01-29T21:13:00.000-07:00

What a trip! I'm BEAT as hell, and didn't get to spend NEARLY enough time by the sea. On the way down Kanan Dume Road, as SOON as I could make out the water, I bawled like a little baby in the car, just taking in the VASTNESS of the whole thing. MY GOD. It's even HUGE from a distance. And with the sun shining on it just right, it was amazing. Unfortunately I didn't have the camera out in enough time to get that picture, and through the car window I doubt it would have done it any justice. I didn't take a whole lot of pictures, but wanted to share at least one with you all while I recoup and reorganize (I'll share more later)...The waves were really small on Saturday (picture shown), to my disappointment, but the ocean still sounded, smelled, and looked absolutely amazing. I even got to see some sea lions on a rock, from a distance, off the Santa Monica Pier. I'll see if I can't get that picture to come through. All m'Lord had to say (having grown up there) was, "Eh, another boring day at the beach." Wha-wha-WHAAAAAAT? I could have spent all our time there. Seriously. If I could afford it, I would LIVE on the beach. It's something that never gets old, and always brings me peace.

Have a great MONDAY. UGH! God help me get through this, after a long and somewhat trying drive home. I DID miss my dog, and she is safe at home, sprung a day early from the 'rents. WOOT!

P.S. LARRY had a blast. It was all I could do to get him to come home, but brought some shells and water with me to make him feel better. OH! And I totally hid him in the bag when we went by the lobster tanks. Poor guy. I don't think he saw them but you never know...He's totally hibernating right now.

California, Here We Come!

2006-01-27T07:27:00.000-07:00

I am beside myself with anticipation. While m'Lord has to work 1/2 day, I've got the whole day off to prepare for the trip of a lifetime. Okay, that may be a little over the top, but I haven't been to the ocean in over 2 years, and haven't had an actual "vacation" in about the same. It's about time. With not-so-Newbie driving me up a wall at work and things being so crazy here at home for so long, sitting and watching the ocean seems to be the only thing I can think of to bring back my sanity. That, and we really need to get out of these four walls and reconnect not only with each other, but with ourselves and old friends. I hope to come home with a new perspective on life (and lots of shells for my office)!

Of COURSE Larry is coming. How could I make a trip to the coast without him? Perhaps he'll make some new friends, too. You all KNOW there will be pictures to come.

But wait! What's this? I've been TAGGED??? Nonny, you know I love ya, but this will have to wait till Monday evening at the latest, as I am frantically packing and running around for my trip. I have all weekend to think about my cool answers, though most will be the same as yours.

Everyone have a safe, happy, wonderful weekend!

Grocery Shopping

2006-01-25T18:02:00.000-07:00

UGH! Just typing it made me shudder. All those little old (and not so old) ladies (and inconsiderate bitches) leaving their carts in the middle of the aisle, then getting pissed off because I take the initiative to move them out of the way ~ AAAHHHH! JEEZ I never realized I had such a pet peeve, but there it is.

Anyway. How does one go about the task at hand? My mom, bless her heart, sat me down when I was old enough to get it and let me "help her" plan the grocery list. Menu first, ingredients missing ~ on the list. She had been shopping at the Sparkle Market in Streetsboro for as long as I could remember, so she knew the layout of the store like the back of her hand. She'd go down her list of meals for the week, then visually go up and down every aisle of that grocery store, picking things off the shelves and putting them in her cart. Once she was PHYSICALLY at the store, it took her less than 20 minutes to pick out two weeks' worth of food. AND I got to ride in the cart till there wasn't room for me. (Later in life, I rode in shopping carts for different reasons, but that's for another memory post!)

Just a cool memory. I talked to her tonight, after almost 2 weeks with no contact. Got to talk to my dad, too. Life gets the best of your time, sometimes. And sometimes the most important things get stuffed away.

Think I might go visit the ocean this weekend...

A Tina K. Original...

2006-01-24T17:58:00.000-07:00

I know I told y'all why I originally started this blog. I'm not sure about the copyright laws nowadays, but as far as I know, once I publish and say they're copyrighted, no one can use them without my permission. I really did set out, once-upon-a-time, to write some songs, not necessarily to make me famous. If one should think them good enough to set to music (which I suck at), then by all means, contact me. I'd really love to sing my own stuff one day, like in a Starbucks or something. (Amachai, thank you SO much for the nudge in a previous comment.)

Here goes (deep breath...):

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose d...

HA HA HA JUST KIDDING! They always tell you to break the ice somehow your first time before an audience. (You're all in your underwear right now, as far as I know.)

The Meaning

Does it hurt when you let go

Is there meaning to your lies

Can you see or does your world go black

Every time you close your eyes

Are you livin' in your dreams

Who you been dreamin of?

Is she everything you ever wanted

Hey tell me is it really love

Misery your comfort zone

Immortal melancholy stoned

Look inside to analyze

The meaning of alone

Is it real or just a phase

Don't know who you are these daze

Changes come but still the same

They know your face but not your name

Misery your comfort zone

Immortal melancholy stoned

Look inside to analyze

The meaning of alone

TLK, a.k.a. Lady Hearteater

(Insert shameless canned applause here.)

Can you believe I wrote that way back then? The more I sort through this stuff the more I'm beginning to know myself even better than I already thought I did.

Something Fun

2006-01-23T17:55:00.000-07:00

I spent some time online Sunday, chatting it up with my html sensei. We were both bored, it was raining on his side of the world and cold on mine, m'Lord was lost in his new aviator simulation game, so J loads up an IM environment and we came up with this lovely artwork! Feel free to print them for your fridges or cubies. We've even autographed them!

OR, perhaps we could talk Brad into making them into a cool t-shirt or mug...

The above masterpiece was our first attempt. Pretty snazzy, huh? I don't think it's a self portrait of either one of us, at least I HOPE not! J just started doodling, I started adding stuff, and before you know it, this uh, creature was born! I think I'll name it, "Mr. Peepers." What'd'ya think, J? (I'm not telling who put the "boogie" in his nose...)

Now THIS one is the best of all beach doodlings. Check out J's fancy-schmancy snorkle guy! I about laughed myself silly when he added that component. Maybe we should call it "Undercover Snorkel" or something. HA HA!

I had a total blast doing this, and hope to add more to our little gallery. Once we got the hang of it we were unstoppable!

97.9 ~ "98 KUPD" FM, Phoenix...

2006-01-21T19:12:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I left a comment on Crabby's site a couple of days ago about an afternoon DJ here in the valley who had a REALLY bad experience on a date. He had hot wings. Before they left, he used the restroom. Unfortunately, he touched his "cronk" and shortly thereafter, his genitals started to burn. He said he whipped it into the sink with cold water to no avail, and then was looking for ranch or bleu cheese dressing; date OVER, and any chances of USING said cronk were hopeless. The next day, the words to his audience were "holy crap, my junk was on FIRE." (And something about it feeling a lot like syphillis, EWW!)

Of course, I couldn't stop laughing, yet still felt sorry for him. I couldn't even imagine how that would feel on MY northern region. (Note to self: Stick to whipped cream and cherries in the bedroom.)

The MORNING GUYS for this radio station do a bit called "Payday Stuntman," where their promotions guy (Eric) does strange things for cash. He's been tazered, had rocks thrown at him, been a human bowling pin, dressed up in the most RIDICULOUS outfits on streetcorners, etc. etc...you get the point. Last year, they had him experiment with capsaicin, an ingredient used in the most lethal of hot sauces. I hate to see anyone in pain, but that experiment made me laugh so hard I almost pissed myself. If you listen to the audio, you'll understand. Poor guy was rushed to the hospital and couldn't talk for like two days. OH the things we will do for entertainment.

Speaking of which, has anyone caught that show "WildBoyz?" They are insane.

J, I would DEFINITELY think TWICE about using the gifts you got for Christmas. Really. Should you decide to try them out, I'll be the first one to start the "Save the Sphincter" charity to help pay for your anus replacement surgery.

Relating

2006-01-19T20:41:00.000-07:00

Is it me, or are some blogs kind of "cliquey?" (I don't know if that's a word. If not I just added it to the LH dictionary. Thanks, Crabcake, for that philosophy, AND other inspiration!)

I've posted comments on some new sites as of late. Seems to me these "comments" sections are a lot like the old AOL (et al) chatrooms, where people are there for awhile, talk, bond, and generally have fun. The minute a newcomer enters who thinks they can relate to the conversation gets immediately attacked.

Forgive me for wanting to expand my horizons!

Not bitching, mind ya, just an observation from this humble blogger.

What's the reason you started YOUR blog?

I started mine with a need to write, mostly music lyrics (original and favorite), which has YET to be done. I'm actually pretty shy about my originals. What I've truly decided to write about is, I suppose, yet to be determined. ONE DAY ~ 24 HOURS in this life, initself, predetermines what we feel, who we are/become, and, I guess, what we write about. I know that being on this site since last year has really been an inspiration to me. It's given me courage to do/say things out of "my ordinary." So I guess I'll just take it day by day. I don't have some fancy gimmick. I do, however, admire those of you who are creative enough. Hey, tomorrow I may just dig out my old writing notebooks!

Sing it with me now....

What the world...needs now...is make...up sex....then some regular sex...so that it's not...just makeup sex...(:-D)

Peace~out.

OH! Two Chinese Boys!

2006-01-18T18:41:00.000-07:00

Holy MOLY and Jesus hiked the Great Wall...Nonny told me about THESE GUYS yesterday. I am STILL cleaning up coffee and soda from my keyboard/monitor both at work AND at home. Even without SOUND this cracks me up. I think I'll link them.

On a sidenote, Barberi/Zimmerman kicked my ASS last night, ladies and gentleman. I didn't see ALL of the icedance but oh my god the music kicked my butt. The MUSIC is what got me. Oh, my god. I'm a closet icedance lover...

When you think of the word warped,what's the first thing that comes to mind?

Electric Avenue

2006-01-16T20:54:00.000-07:00

HOLY SHIT, my peeps!

I had to go check stock on something in the warehouse, seeing as how our "warehouse manager" is always MIA. It was an "off the wall" almost e-bay type item someone was calling about, so I had to spend a little time rummaging and blowing dust off things. Luckily, we have an overhead music system throughout the building and, as you all know, music is a HUGE part of my life.

While blowing dust off some old-model phones, I heard THIS!!!!

DAMMIT!!! Of course it would have been TOO easy to redirect you to Eddy Grant's free mp3 download of "Electric Avenue." I tried and tried to get you all there, to no avail...*sigh* Hopefully, you've all got that song in your heads now, haha! (..."Oh~we gonna rock down to electric avenue, and then we take it higher...")

ANYWAY! I almost fell on the warehouse floor laughing when I realized that I recognized the OPENING NOTES of that song. How frickin' wrong is that? I started jamming. JAMMING and LOVING IT, I say! Sure, I'm dating myself here, but HOLY SHIT! I danced, silly-ass-style-index-fingers-in-the-air, back into the office, singing it! I asked the dispatcher, through tears of laughter, if the customer was still on the line. Yes. Okay, great. Found one, but had NO idea whether it works or not, would have to test and refurbish it. Customer just hung up. Dick. Waste of my time? I think NOT. I'll have that song in my dome for DAYS now, and a huge smile on my face.

Behold, the power of nostalgia.

Home with m'Lord and TACOS for dinner! WaHOOtie! We feasted on the regular home-cookin.' CSI, part of the Golden BLOW'B awards, and hangin' in the den together was AWESOME!

Tried to do some more work on the template, but decided against a certain profile photo. Ick.

"Who Let the Geeks Out????" HAHAHAHA!

BIG peace and love,

A Brand New Skin!!!

2006-01-15T11:58:00.000-07:00

Holy cow, what a great weekend! First and foremost, I MUST give my undying thanks to My Favorite HITMAN, for spending all the time he did with me online this weekend helping me through my HTML woes. Baby, you're the GREATEST, and I'm really glad you made it home safe and sound! And to Birdy, for sending me the cool pictures you see around the title to this here blog. *HUGE PECKS* to the BOTH of you. I am truly blessed to be surrounded by friends this wonderful. You might say you're the greatest thing since Sliced Elvis Bread!!! (Brad, I REALLY want a loaf of that stuff!)

Anyway, I've FINALLY gotten this space looking like me, like HOME, if you will. Better things are on the horizon, I can feel it. I am filled with hope renewed that this year is going to be one of the BEST EVER.

One more thing~~N o n n y!!!! I hope you get that internet problem at work fixed soon, I'm really going crazy without you, even though I got busted during my review.

Peace and love, peeps. Seriously...

Thank GOD It's the WEEKEND

2006-01-14T03:04:00.000-07:00

I really don't know how much more of newbie I can take. Loud, clears his throat CONSTANTLY when he's in an uncomfortable situation and just generally gets on everyone's nerves. I'm told he'll be moved from front desk to "other" department by month's end, but my nerves are shot. SOMEONE suggested, in the best interest of my boss and me, that we let HIM train whomever replaces him...AH, HA HA HA HA HA!!! We laughed for days on that one. They wanted to move him sooner but oh NO. Neither one of us has time to train yet another newbie. Hopefully the next one won't think that it's a fucking crisis if two phone lines ring at the same time, with people at the door, and paperwork to be sorted. Christ on a Harley, PLEASE let this one have known they were giving BRAINS and not mistaken it for TRAINS and asked for a real slow one...for the love of PETE and all that is my sanity!

I must say, Friday WAS gonna be my last day to smoke. HA! With work life at its worst since I started a year ago and home life in it's everloving melodramatic upheaval, NOW is not the best time for my best game face regarding either patience OR will-power. Not to mention the full moon and Friday the 13th...oh, fuck it. I'm weak. AND my debit card turned up missing, AFTER my groceries were rung up, bagged, and carted. Luckily, I live right across the street from the grocery, so it was just a matter of them holding my cart and me getting back here, grabbing ye ole checkbook and running back there. DAMN I hate it when that happens. Needless to say, I got cigarettes. NOT a carton, however, as quitting IS on my agenda.

Bank's been called, card cancelled and a new one SHOULD arrive no later than the 25th. Another inconvenience I will endure, as I endure EVERYTHING that comes my way. My light prevails, once again, and always will.

J, glad you're back and safe at home. Northern life seems to suit you. That's all I'm sayin' 'bout that...we should talk this weekend, I'm dyin to know what you saw and how things have changed up there. You stayed REALLY close to where I grew up and that made me homesick as hell. For a minute I wished I had never moved.

Anyway, as I write, m'Lord sleeps. There's nothing I can do but be here for Him. He's been my rock when I needed Him most, now it's MY turn to be the support beam, and I don't mind it, for sometimes that's how relationships go. One day, I hope this structure will be solid. Lord knows the foundation has been poured. Akelda, you are quite the inspiration for me today, as my parents have been for me in their 38 1/2 years together. Many many thanks.

Imagine....

Friggin' HTML Friday...

2006-01-12T19:03:00.000-07:00

DAMN, I just can't GET this!

First off ~~ MAJOR apologies are in order to my favorite HITMAN for not asking him FIRST for help with the HTML. Honey, you are my HTML SENSAI, never forget it, but you're out of town, and I am anxious to get the show on the road, so to speak.

Since basketball is on most Thursdays and "my show" isn't on, I hereby dub this my HTML Thursday. But YOU, J, are out of town, (yes, I said it again) so we can't converse. MAYBE next week when you're back, we can get this situation down and get my skin lookin' tight! (Unlike Nonny, who can't comment here. guess danny's more important than me...ouch!)

I said, before, that my boss said I am patient. PPFFFFTTTZZZ!!!!! MAN I must have her totally snowed, haha! I talk shit about "the newbie" at every chance. I can't wait till he moves to a different department. Seriously. Akelda, the raise is my "real" present/reward for biting my tongue. It really makes me proud to know that people have that respect for me. #$%(*%&^$^#*$%##!!!!!!!

ANYWAY! Back to the task at hand...I LIKE this new blogskin. Simple, clean, a fresh start. I'm currently looking for some "bells and whistles" to add, and Brad, I LOVE the clock thing, and found the perfect one and plan to use it; that, and I'm looking for a "weather watch" kind of thing so you all can know what the weather is like down here. Right now it's been mid-60's to 70's during the day and 40's at night. BRRRR! Cold to us thin-blooded southwesterners.

I am looking for a background and/or pictures that really show ME.

BIRDY~ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COLLAGES YOU SENT VIA EMAIL! I LOVE all the pictures, and plan to use some of them. YES! It sucks to have to start from scratch, but ya know, that's how great recipes are born. No offense to you, honey, but everything (well, almost everything) I make is from scratch. EVEN CAKE. I've even got a GREAT chocolate/sour cream cake recipe for you, if you want. It may not be what you had before, but it's pretty dang good.

Imagine whirrled peas!

I NEED HELP, SERIOUSLY...

2006-01-11T20:42:00.000-07:00

That's the first step, right, in the asking? I am, without a shadow of a doubt, HTML illiterate. I have some REALLY good ideas what I want to do with this skin. Danny, I know you had some REALLY expertise help from lulu. Girl, if you're out there, I could sure use some advice. As far as setting up a skin, I am a mess. I mean, LOOK at this shit. I know about setting links, a little about colors and fonts and all that cool stuff, just NOTHING about the layout.

Man, I really need to get on an html rehab program. I mean, for cryin' in a bucket, it's my dog's BIRTHDAY, (she's five today, going on two) and here I sit, trying to figure out this shit instead of giving her the run she so deserves.

Woe is me, ha ha ha!

Got any advice? I'm not the most patient person in the world. Perhaps this is part of my new year's resolution to be that more patient person.

On a much lighter note, I got a GREAT review at work today, AND a raise. YAY! My boss told me I AM patient as far as employees and customers/vendors go. Patient? ME? She said I just know when to bite my tongue when I need to.

FUCK!

Okay, Okay, Of COURSE I'm going CRAZY

2006-01-10T18:57:00.000-07:00

So here it is...random thoughts in the interim. I'm in the process of learning advanced html and will come back with a better, stronger, greater blogskin. It's important to me to generate something that will really reflect who I am. NO WANKERS ALLOWED, or I will call shenanigans on your asses!