Some holiday whining ahead but it’s not anything major.
And, as a bonus for you, I’ll do it in bulleted form. (you’re welcome.)
1. I completely and utterly misunderstood Duty when he said this about ‘those shoes‘: “If I ask you something, can you not ask questions about it? Can you wait until after Christmas to get those shoes?” Silly me. I thought he was saying that Santa would bring them. So when really nice lady at work who loves to buy me expensive presents (because she can) asked me if I still wanted those shoes, I told her that Duty was getting them for me. Because I really thought he was. Or at least was conspiring to get them.
But no. That was not the case. At all.
But really, aren’t shoes important too? LOL I was *thisclose* to buying those shoes last night. There was a sale going on (but upon further reading, learned it was not applicable to said shoes) but even with a shipping discount, I just couldn’t do it. I’ve purchased shoes before for the person I was going to be at some point (kicky sandals that I never wore) and it didn’t work out well. Plus, Duty would have something to say about it if I did buy them. (Probably rightly so.)
(sigh) Maybe the nice lady at work will take pity on me and buy them for me at Christmas, hmm? (hahahahah I know. Wishful thinking.)
Anyway, back to troof.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Well, it didn’t so much change my views as help me understand them a bit deeper: “Women, Food and God” by Geneen Roth. I came to see how I can use my strongest gift (intuition) to understand my eating issues in greater depth. You know I’m all for putting stuff into action and yet the hardest thing for me to do is use my intuition around this. It’s my blind spot, I think. So, no changes but deeper understanding. (Which I am still lagging on actually doing. Two issues keep floating around: food and money. Both of them are upsetting me in an under-the-surface way. Not sure how or why but they may be related.)
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
As a liberal of the bleeding-heart kind, I am sure you can guess my views on this. But in case you don’t, let me share this from the outspoken Baddassonpaper’s blog and say that I am in 100% total agreement with her:
Simple really. ALL FOR IT. Why not? What do I care who gets married? Why is it suddenly any of my business who marries whom? I don’t have any input on hetero marriages, so why do I get to make the call in homosexual weddings? I’ll never understand why this upsets so many closed minded people. Oh wait. Yes, I do. The freakin bible. Ugh.
(snip)
Why is this a sin? Thats what I don’t understand. Love is love, people. If a man loves another man, then Mazel Tov! Embrace that love. Cherish it. Love is a special gift. It’s rare and beautiful. Anyone who is fortunate enough to find it and keep it deserves the right to tell the world about it. Scream it from the rooftops. Announce it with pride and share it with everyone.
Couldn’t say it better, really. If you want to abide by Biblical teachings, have at it. Makes no difference to me. But don’t think that because you hold that view, everyone else should as well. This isn’t your little fiefdom, peeps. MYOB and control the one thing you can: your OWN life.
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I know, I’m a bit behind. But I wasn’t moved by Day 14s question and that jammed up my troof. Seriously, do not read Gal’s letter to Bill Clinton. (her damn writing is giving me a complex!) While I don’t feel quite the same way about former President Clinton, I would agree with her on a good deal of it.
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Dear Hal,
I’m not sure what happened but in the blink of an eye, you went from really cool dude to weird dude who seems to crave attention. I know this is actually more about me and how I felt you weren’t paying attention when I was talking to you after your show (finally, I admit it) but it’s not been the same since. I still think are funny as hell and am still amazed that one person’s head can hold that much info. But my love affair with you has ended. Probably for the best.
Let’s just go our separate ways and maybe our paths will meet up again.
Love (or not so much),
Me
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
That would be the internets. Just today I was pondering what would happen if I blew a gasket at work and started slamming things and stabbing people. (Wait, did I say that last thing out loud? Damn. Never mind.) Duty reminded me that there are few, if any, internet privs in prison which is where my ass would be should I go all beserker on my co-workers. So, threatened with the mere thought of no internets, I calmed the fuck down and went back inside my cage. (Yep, that is actually the name of the space where I sit. The Cage. Apt, yes?)
Second to the internets would be coffee. Duh.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
My damn day job. The people are nice (mostly) but if I never, ever have to answer another phone call in my life, I’ll be over the moon with joy. Yesterday, I spent 30 minutes adding a middle initial to a guy’s 40 separate accounts because he would be very upset if his initials were not separated by a space on his statements. (See what kinds of things preoccupy the minds of those with money? This kind of shit.) I am so so so ready to just be done with that job.
I remember when I worked at another firm and knew it was time to leave by this one simple conversation:
Client on phone: my account balance is off by 30 cents.
Me: Uh, what? 30 cents?
Client: Yes. Where’s my 30 cents? You people are stealing from me.
Me: Dude, I will mail you 30 cents tomorrow if you promise me you’ll go outside and take a deep breath and contemplate what’s important. (CLICK)
I am so in the wrong field. Must. leave. soon.
(See? I told you I was in a crap mood. What’s that? I didn’t? Well, now you know.)
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Something is awry with my doggie, Max. His tail is tucked way the hell under his butt and periodically he starts shaking for no reason as if he’s scared to death of something. Not sure what the dealio is. He was fine and Duty took him to get his nails trimmed Monday – I noticed the tail-tucking action last night and all day today. He is getting older and is losing his hearing a bit and has a cataract in one eye … just an old, old doggie and I know his health isn’t quite what it used to be. I hope he comes around soon. I haz a big sad about it.
No sads otherwise, though.
* Duty’s health issues are relatively resolved with the placement of stent #2 for his blocked artery. No stories to tell this time, kids. It was easy peasy YEY!
* Appointment with endocrinologist in 2 weeks to see WTF is up with my damn hormones. YEY.
* Trip to Maine coming soon! YEY
* I get to hold my behbeh and be called “Aunt WeeHah” by Luke this weekend. YEY!
What’s the haps out there? I have Google Analytics on this blog and Practically Intuitive and it’s rather disheartening to learn that yes, in fact, I do have but four readers (and I love each and every damn one a’youse!) and lots of spambots and freaks. I don’t publicize this blog much because who else would be remotely interested in my blatherings? My snark isn’t quite what it used to be. Still. Lauren and I always said we’d write no matter who read it (or didn’t, as the case may be) and I shall carry that mission forward. I know she’s reading it on a Kindle in Heaven so I should count her in the total. Officially now FIVE readers!
W00t!
Yes, I know I spend a tad too much time haunting the Palin blogs but this was HILARIOUS! It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking coffee when I watched it because I would have had to get a whole new laptop. You MUST watch! (Don’t be slurping anything, though.)
Doc visit Wednesday – that was fun (not). Endometrial biopsy – results next week. He didn’t think it looked to be anything to be worried about but wanted to be sure. The biopsy itself wasn’t overly fun – the aftermath, though, weird. Something called “vasovagel reaction” which involved profuse sweating, near-passing out and for me, this very odd completely-out-of-my-body feeling. I had to literally coax myself back into my body. The doc was nice and had me lie down and turned down the lights a bit so I could come back to normal but it was hella weird. Not uncommon (according to an interesting menopausal site called “Power Surge” – nice name, eh?) but not fun. All day I felt drained and washed out. Just bleah.
I so wanted to take tomorrow off but since my backup co-worker just returned from 2 weeks on vacation, I didn’t think I should because he has to do his job and mine and when you’re 2 weeks behind, none of that is fun. So, off to work I go.
But a 3 day weekend ahead so wooo-hooo!
Love and kisses,
Snarkela (who is not (at this moment) passing out or sweating)
This is P. Diddy (aka: the bozman) or more affectionately known as “The Godson of Love” – chilling poolside.
Yeah, he be cool
I would so appreciate it if one of you FOUR readers would save me from my damn self. GAH! Why did I decide NOW would be a good time to move PI over to self hosted word press? Because I’m not spazzing enough about *finishing* things this month that I must take on a stupid ass monumental chore like this. Today alone, I spent 5 hours (FIVE HOURS!) futzing with the layout and it’s still sucky. (Sobs)
If you cannot save me from myself, would you at least buy me a cosmo? Or some xanax? I hear mixing them isn’t wise but apparently, I’m not operating in wise mode these days. Oh well. I will keep plugging along since I did accomplish a great deal yesterday in between floaties, watching Season 4 of Weeds, eating crabs and other fun stuff.
If I suddenly disappear, come find me. I’ll be in the closet, k?
Has her father NOT done enough harm to this country that now his progeny has seen fit to get in on the fun? Seriously, who gives a fuck what she thinks? And why are the talking heads giving her airtime?
These are questions for which I must have answers. Because, you know, there’s nothing else going on in the world, right? (eye roll)
If I believed in things like Armageddon, I’d be pretty sure we are headed there between all the pictures of oil covered birds (and I can’t even look at them – it makes my heart hurt) to corporatism reigning supreme to idiot children of of the famous spouting off like they know what they’re talking about (oh hai, Luke Russert and the aforementioned Cheney daughter) to enormous whining on the left about what Obama’s doing, is he doing it fast enough, emotional enough and how he isn’t ANYTHING like what we thought we were getting – Jeebus on a crutch. Good thing I have that all-important larger “everything happens for a reason” perspective. That’s what gets me through the day.
Speaking of which, UGH. Off to work (ha) to do a Costanza and appear busy shuffling papers. Today I am going to be working on a newsletter for PI to send out in July. If you sign up for it, you could win a free reading (email or phone call – your choice) so go there now and sign your ass up. Please and thank you.
(I’m not really this grumpy but I cannot stand seeing Liz Fucking Cheney at all and had to vent. Back to love, light, whining about less important issues and the usual Hal/Cookie lovefest another day.)
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