I saw this on FAILBlog and had to laugh. Then I wondered if I should make Lucie a FB page. Following that, I pondered what became of my life.
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So, yeah. My life. What of it, you ask? Gal, thanks for the reminder to chill like P. Diddy-Boz. I needed that reminder so thank you, Angels, for sending your message through someone I always listen to. Spazziness is down to the usual amount, newsletter is ready to be sent, just got a referral to do a reading for someone so life is peachy. Oh yeah, and floaties in the pool today. All in all, a good day.
More after Luke’s awesome 3rd birthday party tomorrow. I got him a toy guitar (Duty says he will disavow any ownership of that gift and sends his sympathies to the parents) and a cute chef outfit. (Cousin O’Cool suggested that one – little chef hat and jacket with nifty kid sized utensils. Too precious for words.) So, it’s present opening, cake and of course, Boz-holding. I’m excited!
Hello FOUR readers (waves to Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who informed me of her diligent readership),
Just in time to go back to work, I am kicking this cold (finally). It takes a lot of work for me to even remotely stay in my damn body and being sick doesn’t help at all. Last night, though, I had the best night’s sleep in almost a week so I think we are good to go now.
J4 was nice even though I took a powder in the middle of it. I went upstairs to pet the kitties (who stayed out of the way of a 3 year old running around the table saying “Meow, meow” at them) and totally dozed off on the bed. I didn’t sleep long -maybe 30 minutes – but missed Cousin O’Love and family’s exit from the party. I think they left in a stealth fashion, if you ask me. heh Everyone else seemed to have fun, from what I can tell. It KILLED me not to hold PB (or, as they call him P. Diddy) and I tried to stay somewhat away from him. (Sobs into pillow)
I have never, ever been one to be uber-patriotic, despite my interest in politics. Just not. I have a funky issue with the need to be “the best country ever ever ever” – why can’t we just be the best America and respect the contributions of other countries as well? Why must we be the “superpower”? Hell, we can’t even take care of our own citizens and our health care system is, what? 34th in the world? That’s sad, y’all. Just sad. Maybe it’s the non-competitor in me but that whole” MUST be the best” rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care about fireworks, flag waving or anything else like that.
Well, it’s back to work for me. I got the written report of my chat with Kelly & Dave so there’s lots of meaty stuff to dig into over at PI plus must do drawing for the winner of the reading for joining my newsletter. Speaking of which, I best get on that, yo. OY! So much to do. I love it. heh
Happy Tuesday – it’s gonna be near 100 degrees today and tomorrow with no rain in sight. Summer is well and truly here.
Much love and cookies,
Snarkela
I’m wasting what is left of my four day weekend by lamenting the end of my four day weekend. That’s so me, isn’t it?? LOL I did have fun, though. Here’s a smattering of what I did (with some pictures to prove I left the house, even!):
* Did three of the five readings I had to do and got such great feedback, too. One person asked for some mediumistic work (i.e.: contacting a deceased family member) and while I’m not as well versed in that, it worked out fine. She’s a gifted intuitive herself so I was a bit intimidated to read for her (I know, right?) but I should know better. I have a couple more to do, probably this evening.
* Went shopping at Kohl’s with my $10 Kohl’s cash and a 15% off coupon. I didn’t buy the store out but got a few nice items – skirt and blouse for the baptism, some jewelery, two frames etc (all for $51! I rock the discounts!)
* Watched three eps of True Blood and had to kick Duty out of the TV room today. He’s glued to that thing watching all manner of (what I consider) crap. I have a few more to go before I finish the season and the new season starts June 13. I’m psyched.
* Cleaned the bathroom! Woo Hoo!
* Got in some excellent baby-holding with PeterBella this weekend and even had playing time with big brother Luke. I don’t know how Cousin O’Cool (or any mother for that matter) does it. I was exhausted just watching them. Next Sunday is the baptism and I will have to share the babyholding so we got it in early. Even Duty got to hold him. (Wanna see the picture?)
Work has become so S L O W and dreary that I dread going back but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?
Big Brother Luke
This baby LOVES his mama!
The Godfather of Love
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So, yeah. It’s (almost) Friday. I’m glad. Maybe this week of WTF will be at a close. The only good thing I can say is that I have done 15 mins on the bike each day. Duty just had to shame me into it once.
On the dissonance front: it continues. However, after lots of chats with my guides and input from friends here (thanks Jody and Gal) and from my woo-woo buds at Democratic Underground, I’m going with this possibility: It’s their weird shit to deal with and I’m just the one noticing it. That works for me. Duty gave me some advice when I was whining about it last night: Let it go. And while that’s not my preferred way of handling things, it IS something new for me so I’ll try it.
I’m using my copious down-time at work to write a post for PI on ceding authority to your Guides in Spirit and how they wouldn’t let you do that anyway. It’s a response to Rose’s post where I talk about what my experience has been in that arena. I’m also practicing my own self-authority by not worrying if people think I’m a slack ass or not and giving thanks that I have a job where I have lots of independence. I’ll let you guys know when the post is up (probably this weekend).
And one last comment: Since I fell in love with sekrit boyfriend, anyone else after that seems so fake. I think my heart is closed to all but DC and HS (and I’m not even sure how Hal managed to get in there! Brains, arm porn and humor carry a lot of weight with some chicks. heh) Watching Idol is so lame, even *I* don’t know why I’m doing it. Poseurs, all of them. But not my cookie!
Happy Friday to my blog buddies! I luf you all!
Whoo Hooo! It’s time to get yer crank on! Being a crankyass on the downlow (what? It’s *not* on the downlow? Are you sure? Fine. Whatever), it follows that I would love this meme. It gives me unfettered time to just be a poohead. YEY!
Foods which disgust the crap out of me:
I really, really dislike olives. Just the texture alone is enough to barf me out. ICK. And ever be it known that am betraying my Italian heritage by admitting it in public.
TV show I loathe:
Married with Children (which someone in this household watches all too often) – insipid, appealing to the very lowest common denominator and just plain awful. I hope each of the actors enjoys the money they got from dumbing down the Universe on that one.
Movie I loathe:
The Royal Tennenbaums – seriously, this was a God-awful piece of crap if ever I saw one. In fact, I saw it in the theatre (yes, I paid cash money to sit through it) and was absolutely appalled at it. It even got good reviews (which is why I went. I know. I know.) but every time I see it come up in my Tivo listings, I recall how awful an experience that was.
Music genres I loathe:
That whole teeny-bopper schtick that brings us idiots who cannot sing and are all image – The Jonas Brothers in particular. I saw them (unwillingly, I might add) when they appeared on the 2008 finale of AI and was so horrified that I almost turned the station. It’s insipid and empty. I still don’t get the appeal of Lady GaGa. (Notes that I am officially old.)
Magazine which annoys me:
Anything about guns. I have never opened one, of course, so I’m merely speculating here. But ewww.
Makes me cranky at restaurant:
Poor service. Especially when it’s not crowded and I see you chatting your ass off with your co-workers in the corner. I’ve actually gotten up and gone over to an individual in that situation. Yeah, that’s one place where my light-and-love-o’meter doesn’t seem to function well.
Makes me cranky in public:
People who are inordinately loud. And fighting. That’s really something I cannot handle at all. I remember a time when that happened in a restaurant waiting area and I had to physically remove myself because it bothered me so much (especially on an energetic level). Ick. People – take your fights to a private area.
Makes me cranky in general:
Lots of things -no internet access at home, having to do 100 things as soon as I get up to be sure pets are fed and watered (and this morning, cleaning up two separate cat barf incidents – FUN!), people standing in my way at the store (move, for pity sake!) …. alas, I could go on and on and on.
Pisses me off at home:
Someone here eating the very last bit of every damn food we have. I have to hide things I like so it doesn’t get eaten. Also too – clutter. All of my own making, mind you. Still. I hate it.
Pisses me off at work:
Really, don’t get me started here! heh I DESPISE people standing in my area and chatting – about kids, dogs, politics – whatever. Move away from my space. Also (too) – one co-worker is very nosy and if I have anything on my desk, he’ll give it a once over to see if someone is getting stuff (my time, for one thing) he isn’t. He’s very “notice me” about stuff and even though I know where it comes from, I hate it.
Pisses me off in general:
Stupid people who cannot be bothered to look things up to see if they’re true before sending them around in email. My aunt sent me an email with a picture of President and Mrs. Obama dressed up as a pimp and hooker and besides being wrong on way too many levels, she *had to ask* if it was true because she got it in some random email saying “look what he’s doing to the White House by dressing this way” – REALLY? You have to ask if that’s true? REALLY? Because I love my aunt to the moon and back, I went to Snopes.com and got the info on it being photoshopped and sent it to her. But what the fuck, people? If you get something like that, at the very least, DO SOME RESEARCH (you know, use your damn brain!) and see if it’s true before you forward it to your RWNJ friends.
Makes me impatient at home:
Impatient at home? Hmm – nothing makes me impatient, really. The only thing I can think of is when my cats are indecisive about going upstairs or not. It’s like “Pick one – up or down – and move already!”
Makes me impatient at work:
When the aforementioned people stand in my area and chat. I really hate chit-chat and especially other people’s chit chat. Move on, already!
Makes me impatient in public:
Sitting in traffic. OH MY GOD. I hate that.
Celebrity I hate:
George Clooney – he’s smarmy and smug. I don’t think he’s even all that talented and I have NO idea why anyone finds him attractive. Same with Brad Pitt. Phonies are one (of the many) thing(s) I cannot abide.
Music artist I hate:
The aforementioned Jonas Brothers. At least David Cassidy, Donny Osmond and those of my generation had, you know, actual talent. And didn’t natter on about being virgins or whatever stupid lying shit these people do. (Hint: I really, REALLY don’t give a shit about your sex life.)
I couldn’t care less about:
The sex life of anyone who is not me, anything having to do with Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck and those of that ilk and most sports.
Annoys the crap out of me – weekdays:
That I now have to get up early and be at work at 8:30. Grrr.
Annoys the crap out of me weekends:
Nothing really. I love the weekends! :-)
Blogger’s habit that annoys you:
As mentioned ad nauseum earlier, don’t give me one word answers to meme questions. (Checks to be sure that she hasn’t done that in this one.) What is the point of that? Yes, I know. It’s your blog. You can do as you like. Just means I won’t read it. And you probably don’t care about that. Still. STOP THAT.
Feature on your blog you hate:
Nothing really now that Leanne has prettied it up. I’m always happy when I see it – it’s truly me.
Movie star you despise:
The aforementioned George Clooney and Brad Pitt. I don’t get the allure at all there. Oh, same with Julia Roberts. Her 15 minutes are up. Have been up for a long time.
Politician that you hate:
Oh my. Where to start here? There’s a wealth of them from which I can choose. I’ll just say that while I get that it takes a big ego and a very thick skin to even run for any kind of office, I still think it’s important to understand that you work for those who elected you. To put your ego and your interests and those that fill your pocket$ above what you were chosen to do is appalling. As it would be (and is) for those of us in the private sector. If you agree to uphold the tenets of the constitution, DO THAT. Don’t try to circumvent it (hi “dick” cheney) to accomplish world domination and more money for you and your little cronies.
All that said, I really dislike Sarah Palin – she’s an affront to all women everywhere who work hard, have integrity in what they do and don’t get all “high school vengeance” on people who they don’t like. (Don’t even get me started on her followers. Please.)
Ah! That felt good. (Too good. Ponders therapy again.)
Well, it’s official – I will return to my “usual” 8:30-5pm work schedule next week. It’s been just about a year that I was put on reduced schedule and after lots of wrangling by my boss(es), I was returned to full time. So, yey!
The Good: my bank account took a 25% hit last year which only came to my attention late last year when I noticed a distinct lack of cash in my possession.
The Bad: I love my morning farting around time. LOVE IT. I’ll miss getting up at 7, drinking coffee and playing online until I have to get in the shower at 8:35. And I will especially miss packing up and leaving at 4:30. Ah well. It will be good to get (most of) my salary back. See, in order to do this and get it passed by the Powers that Be (i.e. Headquarters), they had to swap out my salary with idiot boy sales assistant who is getting his hours reduced down to 30. And he makes less than me (but not by much – Geez) so I am still down about $3000 than the salary I came in at. But, that’s better than being down the 25% of last year. If Idiot Boy decides to bail, they won’t re-hire for his position (they should never have brought him on in the first place) and I’ll go back to where I was initially. We shall see.
The Ugly: More time spent with whiny co-worker (who is lately in high whine mode. Everything she says has the energy of “I’m sorry” – I just want to smack her.) Plus, I will have to take back some duties I was able to step away from when my hours were reduced. Bleah. I like farting around.
Anyway, that starts next week but since I’m off Monday, Tuesday (HAL!) and Wednesday, I’ll ease back into it with a two day work week. I like that idea.
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