Arg

There's nothing like ripping a big hole in your finger late on a Sunday and then not be able to find anyone to help to make you feel loved. My left (and dominent) hand is virtually useless this week. It hurt....but I'll live.

Also, there's nothing like seeing that "We Are Marshall" movie commercial like, 500 times and not being able to find the remote. Enough already...sheesh.

PS Worker's comp, I really dislike you. >:

PPS. Perky will return next time. Hopefully

Suck-o

If this weekend were a guy, it would totally be that guy who went out with you once, told you he really liked you so you would make out with him in the backseat, then would drop you off at the head of the block and speed off before you got to your door, never to be heard from again with the exception of one random drunken dial in mid-December.

Him: Jerk.
You: Crushed.

Quickies

Sooo wow.... things have done a lot of changing in a short amount of time. Aside from the realization that, hey, I'm becoming a responsible adult (401k AND solo insurance.... seriously, when did THAT happen?) my little slice of the world has been strange.

Here are the highlights:

-Continuing on my quest for company domination (or lots o' ca$h) I will be abdicating my swivel chair as bottom-of-the-totem-pole Manager Betty and movin' on up to Ast. Manager. Right hand (wo)man. Taking my place right next to the king: More paperwork/stress/money. Less time off/fun. Effective Monday. Awesome.

-I went Christmas Tree shopping yesterday. I looked at green trees, white trees, prelit trees, and upside down trees (tempting), and came home last night after five hours with a silver tree....think garland silver. Don't be grossed out yet. It's cute, as confirmed by several eye witnesses, and the fact that I bought the last one. I'll take a picture, as soon as I put it up. Thanksgiving night, if I haven't passed out from turkey euphoria.

The Sweetest Thing

Before you get any crazy ideas, it's for my cousin.

This made me coo, ooh, ahh, and all those other disgusting sounds people make over baby clothes. When I saw the matching hats, I thought my heart was going to break because the sweetness was too much. One month from today there should be someone here to fill that sweater.

The best part? I got to buy two. TWINS!

TLB Strikes Again

Have you ever had one of those days where you just know something is throw you off? I knew it was going to happen eventually. TLB and I crossed paths for the first time in 6 weeks today. The first and only time we've spoke since I sort of 'broke up' with her. I say sort of because they way I did it was sort of childish, but not uncommon as she'd already done it to me three times in two years.

Anyway, I rounded the corner on my way to pick up a case of that luscious substance I call caffeine and there she was, eyeballing my prize. I turned quickly and headed in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid a shouting match (because she's that kind of girl) in the middle of Wal-Mart. That's a level of classy I hope to never attain. Sadly she did see me, and headed me off at the head of that aisle.

"I called you the morning of the wedding" She began as my knees turned to jelly. "Why didn't you come to my wedding?"

I swallowed that lump in my throat, looked her square in the eye and said "I just couldn't" and before she could ask me again, I said "I have to go, see you around" and took off. She tried to follow me, but I gave her a dirty look and she stayed behind.

On the way home I realized that I had made the right choice. Leaving her behind was good for me: Healthy. She didn't ask me why I had stopped calling her. She wanted to know why I hadn't come to her wedding. To avoid this conflict in the future (as I'm sure we'll be running into each other again) I'm probably going to wind up emailing/writing her and telling her exactly why I didn't come to her wedding. Apparantly it's a mystery, and I'm just a bad example for the next volume of the Miss Manners Guerilla Field Guide: Friendship Etiquette.

UGH

One of the grossest things I've ever seen......

Was Sandra Lee buttering the inside skin of a turkey. You could see her hand moving around under the skin...like it was Alien for game birds.


No offense to the queen of Semi-Homemade. It was gross, but I'm sure it was delicious.

Because I Almost Cried In The Checkout Line

Nine more monthes until I can wipe the furrow from my brow. That's not such a long time, if you think (hard) about it. Nine more monthes until things will return to normal and I can forget that someone invaded my privacy almost four years ago and violated my financially. The past couple of monthes have been unpleasant to say the least, but gone. Like the wind. And the outcome isn't nearly as bad as it was originally thought to be.

And um...while we're dealing with tough situations.....

Is anyone else upset about the Reese/Ryan split? I've never really cared about celebrity gossip, but damn, it bothered me.

Caught

Yep. You caught me. I'm a scrapbooker.

Mornings Like This

So the other day I woke up way too early for work and was bored. Convienently, it was also Halloween. So I made some Haunted cupcakes for my coworkers. .

Orange, for the faint of heart
Purple for ghost lovers
Green for the monsters
(All make your tongue festive)














Also, one very special cupcake for the lady who had a birthday last Saturday. I call it the Nasty Cake.

















While the cupcakes were baking, I whipped up some soap. Homemade, but not from scratch.
















Mornings like this make me feel so much better about the things I actually accomplish. Even if it is just cupcakes.

The Only Sappy Thing I'll Blog....The Rest of the Year

Two years ago today I met someone that I've come to love so much that I could move mountains ...or at least get an impressive quiver going. I could never have imagined such a caring and wonderful person in my life, but now, I could never have it any other way. I'm spoiled and I like it that way. And just in case I haven't said it lately...

Baby, you're the greatest.


Go out and have yourselves a great day.

Bizzay

It's only Wednesday and I've never worked this hard during any one particular week my whole life. Last night it took me an hour to fall asleep because so many parts of my body hurt. I'm old.

Though, I'm not complaining. My point is that I've been neglecting some of you. I still have messages on my phone from late last week I haven't had a chance to return (Andrew especially: Sorry!) I'll be playing catch up tonight/tomorrow. If my arms haven't fallen off in protest, that is.

On a very serious note, WHY is Eric Roberts in almost every music video I've seen this year? Seriously, I just saw "Addicted to Love" from Robert Palmer (cir. 1980s) and I think he was the chick playing the keyboard. Sheesh!