I think Tennessee is rubbing off on me. Occasioanlly I ride my bike to work. Don’t be too impressed because it is only 2 miles from my house. I’ll fix a bag with clothes and makeup and my breakfast and then change once I get to the office. Well, this morning, I was changing when I smelt the familiar scent of spoiled laundry. I know the smell well because I am a self proclaimed “lazy launderer”. I will forget about clothes in the washer for days and then they have soured and I have to wash them all over again. Usually I catch the soured clothes before I wear them but not today. So I’m in the women’s powder room and I smell of soured laundry and there it is….my solution. A spray bottle of Febreeze Blossom and Breeze. This morning, I used febreeze as perfume. I am now Blossom fresh for the next few hours but am worried about the color of my neck….
Gummy Worms September 21, 2007
I have an enemy. It hurts…a little. We’ll call her Fish Face which isn’t very nice but remember I’m hurt. Now, I know everyone isn’t meant to like everyone and I don’t always get a long with everyone but I have never had someone talk about me behind my back to a group of people they knew would be seeing me later. It all started Tuesday………
Part of my new job is sending out a sign up list for Thursday night community dinners. This is a very small task that ends up taking a lot of time because people forget to sign up and then ask me later and I have to tell them the rules which have to be followed for the most part. They just do. I can’t explain it but all hell breaks lose if you don’t follow the guidelines. I have been known to sign people up after the deadline but before I’ve done any work on the dinner. I even tell people that they can just show up and chances are, if they’re willing to wait, they’ll be able to eat.
This past Tuesday afternoon I took down the weekly sign-up and did not work on it until Wednesday morning and there were some stragglers that I was able to put on the list before finializing it. About mid-morning, fish face comes into my office, says nothing but a mumble and starts shuffling through some papers on my desk. Now, Fish Face is not known for being pleasant therefore this isn’t much of a shock. I placed my hand on the papers and ask her what she is looking for. She says she must sign up for Thursday dinner. I tell her the guidelines and that it is too late to sign up but……..she cuts me off to tell me how ridiculus I am being and that she is the Deacon! And should be able to do this! I, not knowing that she is the Deacon of the service and that she still has to sign up, tell her that if she would just let me know………..she cuts me off by walking out of the room talking to herself about how rude I am and how ridiculous I was being.
That afternoon, the occurence was what I told people about my day. This morning, I felt guilt and wanted to make things right with Fish Face but wasn’t sure how to go about it. I decided to wait it out when………
I went to a “Meat Patty Pattin Night” and was filled in on the events of the actual Thursday night dinner. Fish Face bad mouthed me to a group of Faculty, students, spouses and guests and told everyone how rude I had been. It hurt me but the truth is, I had talked about her the previous day and I know that I don’t hate Fish Face, we had just percieved what should happen very differently.
The rules still stand and Fish Face and I will not be drinking a glass of wine and dishing about life anytime soon……..Fishy Face.
Puppy Love September 18, 2007
Yesterday I was on my way home when a little balck puppy ran out in front of my car. I stopped and waitied for it to ove and then I drove to my house, got Sylus and walked to where the puppy was. Sure enough, there he was, a cute cuddly black puppy. I looked around for a human and there was none. Sylus and I walked home and the puppy followed us. I gave it some food and water and looked on the name tag that was a piece f duct tape with some sticky letters. The sticky letters spelt “WIL”. My heart stopped. That’s how my Wil spells his name. We were meant to have this puppy. But we totally can’t have a puppy right now. I mean, we barely feed ourselves (even though you wouldn’t know by looking at us) and puppies are a lot of work and they make doing things on weekends very difficult. We just aren’t prepared for puppies. So, Ouster (Wil named him) spent the night with us and was so well behaved. He didn’t use the bathroom in the house and whined only a little bit in the night. I awoke to puppy love and puster made it outside for his morning pee. I was starting to get attached which spelt trouble. The minute I got to work, I put out an ad saying Puppy Found and by noon, the owners had responded. I reluctantly gave Ouster back to the owners who said that “Will” (which is what they anme the dog) was quite the escape artist.
I am so depressed now that Ouster is gone. Even though I totally did not want to have puppy responsibilities, I was fully prepared to take care of Ouster. I have to look for my lesson becase Ouster had to have been sent to us for a purpose. Sometimes I think I was meant to realize how mentaly ready I am to take care of a smaller living being. Of course I have Sylus but Sylus is the easiest dog to care for in the world. I also realized how I panicked when I thought we had to keep Ouster. Oh, but how I miss him now that he’s gone.
Of course I took pictures of Ouster. Enjoy him in all his cuteness. I’ll be better tomorrow.
**More pics over there ———–>
seriously,gimme more September 11, 2007
There’s a little known fact about me that I am about to share. I like Britney Spears. Let me try that again: I “liked” Britney Spears. If truth be told, her songs make me want to dance and any music that does that is my kind of music. I am of course talking about the fast songs. the slow songs deserve a vomit and clockwise flush. This is true for most pop peoples. I was looking forward to Britney’s comeback. She has headed down a trailer trash, wig wearin’, crotch showing path that no one wants to follow but some of us will watch. That’s when I heard she was going to unleash her new song at the VMA’s……and unleash she did. It started with a bit of mumbo jumbo and I say this because I know she was sing/talking but I couldn’t tell you what she was saying. Then her song starts with a “it’s Britney Bitch” moral of the story. I could tell she enjoyed that part. The rest of the beat- only song was filled with her back up dancers gyrating around her as she grabbed balls and slapped butts left and right. No real dancing took place. I wanted to cry out to her, “Get a good weave! Wear more then underwear! Stop lip-synching!” But I didn’t because I was just so done. Britney used to be cooking and now she’s barely microwaving on defrost.
Should we put the last diamond studded nail in that pink ,leathery coffin? There’s still hope, hope for a comeback (after a long few months of “no Britney sightings”) that she may just emerge victorious.
Good luck Britney. Harsh……………………………
What happended to Cooties? September 8, 2007
I will never have a teenage daughter.
Well, I can’t say that with certainty but I am afraid. Tonight I “babysat” a teenage girl, 13 to be exact. She is very cute and sweet and exceptionally pretty. This is where the trouble lies. When I was in 8th grade, I had braces, glasses, a perm and I let my mom pick out my outfits. Therefore, no boys were ever interested in me. I never ever danced with anyone at the dances and would frak out when Wes Washel would even talk to me even thoguh he had to since we were stuck in the same groups a lot due to our last names.
This girls parents are very proper and conservative acting. The teenager (who we will refer to as “hormones” or HR for short), did a few things to really push my responsibility button. She has a boyfriend and she talks about him in such mature ways. It is scary. She also asked me about sex but luckily she was on the phone when she asked me this so I told her we’d discuss it when she got off the phone (which she did not do before her Dad got home). HR was also listening to a song called, “Clothes off” and wanting to send her boyfriend a picture of herself wearing a belly shirt. I was dodging bullets left and right and I am not sure I put my foot down as much as I should.
When I got home tonight, I felt guily that I wasn’t more strict about the phone or the pictures or talking about sex and I realized that this feeling I have would only be stronger if she were my kid. How do parents do it?
Reunite with the stinky September 7, 2007
It has been a crazy and very fun week. It all started last Saturday when I attended my high schools 10 year reunion. I would say some of the highlights were: getting to introduce Wil to everyone, getting to hang out with Marcy, seeing Jenelle, my long lost best friend neighbor gal, seeing Matt Edwards who refered to me as “the girl next door” (how cool is that?), getting wasted, and realizing that although everyone has changed, we can all still get together and have a kick ass time. See ya’ll in 10 more years!
Then, we made it to church on Sunday (VERY hung over) for Wil to give a sermon and we got to see my parents, his parents, and Father Walker who I adore. He wants Wil to come work there when he grads which sounds great to me! How does it sound to the Bish?
On Tuesday, we had Wil’s birthday party, he turned 29. Austin came and stayed with us for a few days. He is a low maintenance guest who brings lots of energy and shenanigans. (Seriously, has more energy then an 8 year old.) They played music and we all sang songs together. It was campy fun!
And here we are, thursday night. The house is wrecked (smells a bit funny), I haven’t showered in a day or so (eww), and I have major bags under my eyes but it was all worth it. Now alls I need is a back massage, a facial, 12 hours of sleep, and a maid.
Sometimes, life is SO good. I try to remember this feeling when I get all depressed about something silly.
