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| 19 October 2005 ~ Wednesday We went to a concert on Monday night for Brad's 31st birthday (which was yesterday). I was a little disappointed that she didn't start on time (I'll even allow 5 - 10 minutes late), but quickly forgave her when she opened with one of my favorite songs. (Run, Baby, Run) Her finace was there and even made a couple of appearances onstage. This promoted a cell phone call to a friend's voicemail that included quite a bit of screaming and a brief musical interlude. It's not that I was excited to see Lance...oh, who am I kidding? It was Lance-freaking-Armstrong! He won the Tour SEVEN times! Seven. I've never been what one would consider a huge Sheryl Crow fan, but I really did enjoy the concert. She had a string section, was very personable onstage, and her vocal range was amazing. In my fantasy world. I can sing that well. It was a nice break from the sadness that had marked the week prior. On Tuesday (10/11) my mom and step-dad had to put their dog, Chachi, down. He was, at times, a little shit but he was loving to me and I adored him as I do the vast majority (read: 99.9%) of dogs. He absolutely adored Brad, who was one of two people Chachi immediately loved. Chachi was suffering, so his death was a blessing. It's unfortunate his first vet in Bend, Oregon, cared more about making money than treating animals. I'm glad my mom and step-dad found someone better - someone more compassionate. I'm just sorry they - and Chachi - had to wait so long. On Saturday (10/15), a co-worker (John) finally succumed to brain cancer. He was 57 and had been diagnosed a mere six weeks earlier. It's still so very hard to fathom. He's dead. He'll never see another sunset, ride the MAX, golf, dance with his wife, pet his dog, or call me Beulah or Mel (both nicknames I hated, which is why he used them). He had a larger-than-life personality and was a valuable resource for advice (especially when it came to residential code/mechanical matters). There is a huge void in this office which only adds to my desire/need to get out of here. The abominable manner in which his death has been treated by our director makes me sick. His heart/emotions are so suppressed that I wonder if he has one at all. -M |
| 20 October 2005 ~ Thursday Unfortunately, I did not win last night's $340 million Powerball jackpot. Bummer. First thing I would have said? "Suck it, boss man!" Trust me, I would have only used my powers for good - taking into consideration that I would have only received about $110 mill, an easy $30 mill would have been given to family/friends alone (to start). Hmm, that doesn't seem like much to give to those I love, so let's double that. Oh well. Maybe next big jackpot. Until then, it's back to trying to figure out how to help other and make a decent living doing it. <begin rant> By the way, please don't look at my boobs when I come to talk to you, you lecherous pig of a man. You're old enough to be my father. You're also old enough to be the father of all the strippers you drool over every weekend. Yeah, we know your "dirty little secret." Does your wife? Also, quit being so flippant about the death of your co-worker/employee/friend - you've only known him for 30 years. Bastard. <end rant> PS Sorry for the foul language, mom. I promise to try and not use your least favorite word. |
| 21 October 2005 ~ Friday Song of the Day: Don't Phunk with my Heart by Black Eyed Peas Have I mentioned lately that I <heart> Tivo? I just wanted to get that out into the open. I finally got around to watching this week's episode of The Amazing Race: Family Edition. I would like to thank my friend, and co-worker, Michelle, for introducing me to such gems as The Amazing Race, Six Feet Under and Sex and the City. Great shows. However, this season of TAR, I'm not that into. It's okay in its own right, but there is something missing. It usually takes me a while to warm up to the teams. So far, I don't have a favorite but I do this this team and this one. Unlike past seasons, there isn't a team that I absolutely cannot stand (I still cannot stand this team). This team will always be my favorite. You should still check it out - the show could use as many fans as possible. I am reading an article in this month's Vanity Fair about the Avian Flu and the potential for a pandemic. That is some frightening stuff! I'm not at the panic point, but I can see how many people around the world could very easily reach that state. The article isn't trying to induce panic, just present things as they are. I have started thinking about stockpiling food/water/etc., but frankly I don't want to end up like George from Six Feet Under - living in a bunker with gallons upon gallons of water. He eventually ended up in a mental hospital and received shock treatment therapy. No, thank you. However, shouldn't we all have an emergency plan and some amount of supplies? You never know when any type of disaster will hit and it's best to be prepared. What are your thoughts? My plan? Have enough gas in the car to run home to mom! I'd like to also recommend watching Six Feet Under (link) and Sex and the City (link) - great shows. Also, check out Ghost Hunters (link) on the SciFi channel. -M |
| 24 October 2005 ~ Monday Song of the Day: some song by Coldplay (they all sound alike, so I'm not sure which song it is.) Two odd dreams last night: (1) Britney Spears was going all white trash - ranting and raving about something Bijou Phillips did or didn't do. I'm not sure exactly what she was upset about. All I could focus on was this weird tattoo she had around her belly button (it looked like a zodiac calendar, or something) and the fact that her abs were smokin' so quickly after having her baby (37 days - how do I know this? I read the entertainment secton EVERY DAY - seriously, what does Sean Preston look like?) {Aside: I suppose I must explain my relationship with celebrities. I am an entertainment sponge, of sorts...it's been a "curse" since I was a teen. I read the stuff and it sticks with me. Too bad, I don't have this same ability with neurosurgery or forensics (although I do love me some CSI).} Anyway, Britney and Mr. Federline get into their car and speed away. Next thing I know, Bijou Phillips is coming out in some serious high heels (think: these) griping about Britney. I then woke up to let the Precious out (it was 4 a.m.). (2) I was myself, but I was working with some superheros (think: X-Men). The government was trying to protect the heros when, in reality, we were protecting the government. Matthew McConaughey was one of the agents. I wasn't a superhero, per se, but I did have a cool telekinetic/psychic ability. Last thing I remember, I was at a buffet scooping some great northern beans onto my plate (along with some delicious desserts - including something called Greek wedding veil cake). In other news, I had to get rid of a honkin' huge rat from out backyard. Yes, RAT. I'm pegging Precious for the kill since she's a hunter but, as Brad pointed out, we have no hard evidence. I'm just glad it didn't make it into the house like the two mangled mice and headless snake last summer. Some days living next to a nature preserve isn't so much fun. Huge rat, people. HUGE. And dead. Does it irritate you to have to get rid of the Yahoo ads to see the full page? It does me. Anyone want to buy me my own domain and web hosting?? Also, I really wish there were a way to run spell check. I can't even copy/paste into word! So, forgive me for any/all typos. In hockey news, the hawks lost two and won one this weekend. This was supposed to be *the* season. Sigh. It's just hockey. Word of advice: leftover lasagna from the Olive Garden = not so good. -M |
| 25 October 2005 ~ Tuesday Song of the Day: How Soon is Now? by The Smiths Next week, the month of November begins. Guess what, kids? That's my birthday month! 30 years old. 30. That used to seem so old - an age that I would tease people about (ex: in only 7 years - you'll be thir-ty!) I don't even feel 29. There are days where I still feel like a high schooler, just trying to make it through the day without drawing too much attention to myself. My best friend, Sarah, is due with her first born within the next few weeks. A boy. I named him Chauncey, but they have decided to go with another name. I guess that's okay. I really can't wait to get the call that he has arrived. It's still so weird that one of us (read: the three Plutonians) is having a baby. It's odd. Chauncey is one lucky kid, though. Brad and I really want kids, but haven't been successful thus far. There is a part of me that would like to get a new job first. We'll see how it works out. I don't know much about why I was put on this earth, but I do know that I was meant to be a mom (and not just to dogs). Some months it really sucks that I'm not pregnant yet and some months (when work has been a real drag), it doesn't bother me as much. Mostly, it just sucks. The Amazing Race is on tonight and, contrary to popular belief, I am looking forward to it. Even though I'm not "that into it," I do love me some TAR. It might be later in the week before I watch it, but rest assured I will see it. If you haven't gone to see Elizabethtown, go. It was supposedly filmed in my old stomping grounds, but I didn't recognize much of it. That definitely wasn't my high school. It's a good movie, though. Also, part of it takes place in Portland. Do you think Cameron Crowe is stalking me? I meant to mention this last week; it's really a nice feeling to walk down the street and see my husband walking toward me. Seeing him still puts a smile on my face. A goofy, schoolgirl smile. Sometimes I even giggle, and that's fine with me. I never knew I could be so lucky. -M |
| 26 October 2005 ~ Wednesday Song of the Day: Ocean Breathes Salty by Modest Mouse I don't really have anything to say at the moment. Just wanted to share the song that is (was) running through my head. The messenger service we use at work caught me singing today when I called in a pick up. I was singing ODB's Got Your Money ("Hey, dirty, baby I got your money..."). He said I was good which only means he heard maybe a note because, ponies, I'm as tone deaf as they come. Little children in other countries cry when I sing. But, I love music, so suck it, kids. You know, some days it takes all you've got to put one foot in front of the other and pretend to be happy. I'm not depressed or anxious - those days are gone - just blah-diddy-blah. It's also one of those days where I'm reading the various "mom blogs" (see links page) and wishing I were really rich - I'd love to give people money. It won't solve problems, but it would help the stupid stuff go away. Seriously, who couldn't use a random $1,000 every now and then? What would you do with a grand, no strings attached? PMS can just suck it. Irish Breakfast Black Tea = Good The water in our office = Poison (see here) -M |
| 26 October 2005 ~ Wednesday (part 2) A conversation** Me: This darling tea is good. Michelle: Do you mean dar-jee-ling? Me: You pronounce the jee? Michelle: Yes. laughs Michelle: You should put that on your website. Me: Done. This is why I don't hang out with high-society people. I don't know how to pronounce my teas. Can you believe I graduated with honors from college? Honors. Current song: Word Up! by Cameo A sample of which prompted some mad chair dancing. I sure do love it when the bossman and his creepy little mustached crony are gone! **paraphrased -M PS What's with clients, consultants and co-workers (all male) calling me "beautiful" and "darling"...I was even called "buddy" once. I really should keep a tape recorder handy. |
| 28 October 2005 ~ Friday Song of the Day: You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban If you want to get me to cry, just play that song at 6:55 a.m. - full blast. Seriously. Tears. At 6:55. While driving to the train. In the dark. You can listen to it here. So, I tend to play the "what if" game inside my head. You know, what if this headache is really an aneurysm and I die? What if there is a fire and my dogs die? What if Brad's plane crashes and he dies? What if someone else I love dies? A lot of death and suffering. It's sort of my way of using reverse psychology on the universe. I'm a worrier. It's what I do. Hug me. Please. Today's "what if" scenario involves bossman yelling at me for not pushing my ponies M & T out of the way while trying to figure out how to construct a box to ship some oversize boards yesterday. (They are billable and I am not; therefore, they are more valuable than I and should not do grunt work.) So, he's yelling at me and I GO OFF. It's something I fantasize about often. But this time, I'm really going off. So much so that I started crying. For real. A fantasy what-if scenario, in which I'm bitching out the man, made me cry. I blame hormones and Josh Growbahn (no, that isn't how you pronounce it and if you dare pronounce it that way in front of me I will FREAKING CUT YOU!) Yeah, I'm a little high strung today. Bossman was in a good mood this morning, but now he's back to his normal self. We did find out that one of our clients is naming a conference room in their new facility after John. Very sweet. I'd like to thank PonyM for introducing me to this website. You can also call ahead to find out when the train will arrive. Is this not the coolest? Word. I'm having trouble coming up with aliases for people. So, if you want an alias you will have to make it up yourself. I have a thing about teeth. That's the first thing I looks at when I meet/talk to people. I don't like my teeth - they aren't perfect (Allah forbid something isn't perfect). I try to floss regularly and, of course, brush twice a day. However, the last time I flossed, I cut my gum and my mom/step-dad had to put their dog to sleep the next day. Moral of the story? Floss your teeth and dogs die! I may never floss again. Sweet Buddha in heaven, I am out of control today. Again, it's Josh Groban's fault. I would like to take this time to apologize to the man that I accidentally hit on the head with my keys while exiting the train last night. However, I'm not going to. Even though I didn't mean to hit you on the head, you deserved it. There must have been some divine intervention involved. You see, Mr. Bouffant Hair, you were irritating. I understand that sometimes you can't avoid talking on your cell phone in public. It happens. But you can, my metrosexual friend, use a quieter voice. And, for the love of Yahweh, do NOT laugh in that irritating guffawing way. It startled me. In fact, you remind me a little of Mr. Bodacious from HQ. He who wears so much cologne that my allergies go haywire. Mr. Bodacious, I do not enjoy taking allergy pills at work. They make me sleepy. I also don't want to hear about your date with the "bodacious 29-year old," Mr. B. He who is pushing 50. While I am far from bodacious, I am currently 29 and that is just icky. So Mr. Bouffant Hair and Mr. Bodacious, I say this to you: Suck it. I'm congested today and I blame Josh Groban. In fact, everything is Josh Groban's fault today. That's what you get for making me cry. When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up...To more than I can be. Damn you Josh Groban. Damn you and your angelic voice. You are truly the Spawn of Satan. He who makes me cry at 6:55 in the morning. In the dark. Love always, M |
| 27 October 2005 ~ Thursday Songs of the Day: Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms Crazy in Love by Beyonce Don't Tell Me by Avril Lavigne To the person driving the green Honda Civic; license number X?? 467: SUCK IT! Get off my tail or I will cut you...if I were a violent person, that is. Sorry I didn't update sooner today but I've actually had to work. Yeah, I know, a travesty. I'm a little upset today because the Hawks are now 5-6-0-0. Seriously. WTF? Yeah, it's just hockey. And you, my friend, can just suck it. Granted, this will give Brad more ammunition at the next game. I swear, I'm not that competitive. I'm not. Shut. It. I watched the Amazing Race last night and I was going to post my comments about it, but I can't remember what I was going to say. I did like how the youngest Paolo boy wrapped his whole body around his dad during the bungee jump. The Weavers still irritate me. I like the Linz family. The Gaghans....those kids are so cute, I just want to pinch their cheeks! The other teams? I don't know their names. Monica is currently singing and chair dancing to some Beatles song that I've never heard. There may be some clapping involved. When the bossman is gone, ponies, we are happy. When he's here - heads down. Currently, I am being accused of not being a Southerner because I had never heard the song (Sweet) Melissa by the Allman Brothers until recently. Yeah, there may be some beat downs coming. Just because I don't have a distinct accent and don't know a song by a band from the 60s/70s doesn't make me a Yankee. Watch it or I will call my mom. You don't want to mess with her. Godzilla day? Perhaps. It's amazing that I can get away with threating to beat up my co-workers...but I only threaten the ones I like. I was thinking of coming up with aliases for people as it takes too much time to type out names. If I had a more user-friendly setup here, it wouldn't be a problem. It's not that I'm lazy, per se, I just have to make these entries as quick as possible for fear of an inappropriate person seeing what I'm doing. It's not that I don't like to work - I actually do - (quit laughing) I just don't like what I do. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I think if my website gets more hits than just the regular people, I might shell out some money. For now, you're stuck with the ads, slow loading, potential bandwidth excess. This is one crappy post, ponies. I am a fashion "don't" today. I didn't have any clean black socks, so I am wearing khaki socks with my black pants and black shoes. Oh, the horror. Actually, I do have clean socks, but they are waiting to be folded and I didn't feel like digging through the laundry basket. Monica is currently receiving deliveries, every other week, from Organics to You. She brought in some fruit and it is mighty yummy! I was just accused by Tim, rather sarcastically, of being a smart ass. I will now publish his full name, address, work, home and cell numbers here. Take that, pimp daddy! Earlier this week, I ripped the door off of the cabinet in Monica's office. She kept telling me that I could just slide it back on, but no, it was ripped clean off...brackets and all. Nice. Back to work... -M PS Dear bossman, don't use your angry voice with me. I know you're stressed. Clients are mad and your employees aren't happy. We might even lose our jobs. Don't take it out on me. I'm doing everything I can. We are really trying, but we can't read your mind. |
| 27 October 2005 ~ Thursday (part 2) Is it "well of information" or "wealth of information"? Ex. I'm just a ____ of information. youngestplutonian <at> gmail <dot> com -M Current Song: Oh, Donna by Ritchie Valens ~ remake by MxPx |
| 28 October 2005 ~ Friday (part 2) Did you know George W. has an elementary school named after him? It's not even in Texas. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Current song: Travelin' Soldier by Dixie Chicks -M |
| 29 October 2005 ~ Saturday Song of the Day: TNT by AC/DC The Hawks finally won one tonight; they are now 6-6-0-1 (the last # is a shootout loss). Since they won tonight, no one has to worry about my wrath on Monday. Rest easy, my friends. I put some pictures here from tonight and last week vs. Everett (huge rival). The highlight of the night? The jumbotron focusing on a little boy (adorable) picking his nose. He then went on to stick said finger in mouth. Priceless! Don't forget to set your clocks back an hour, ponies! -M |
| 31 October 2005 ~ Monday Current Song: Corduroy by Pearl Jam I feel like throwing a pity party today, ponies. There's no reason for me to feel blah; I just do. I think it's the weather. Rainy and gloomy. Poor, poor me. Okay, that's enough of that. Yesterday I got up at 6:30 to feed the mutts. They typically eat around 6/6:30 every morning and the weekend is no exception. Unfortunately for them, we had done the proverbial "fall back" and their bellies were saying it was 7:30 and that witch of a mom was an hour late feeding their starving bellies. Someone call the humane society, my dogs are sooo abused. Anyway, I got up to feed them and the huntress, as she usually does, went to grab her toy and run outside with it before coming back in to eat. Only, something wasn't right. Even though it was dark in the house, the toy just didn't look like any of the toys we have given them. So, I flipped on the light and then flipped out. There in all of its dead glory was a mouse - or a rat...frankly, I don't know the difference. Nor do I care. It was dead and that's all that mattered. As soon as the light came on the pug saw the cool, new toy and went for it. That's when the screaming started. Maybe you heard me. A loud "get away from that!" shriek at the crack of dawn yesterday? Yeah, that was me. I ran into the garage and grabbed the pooper scooper, scooped it up, ran back outside and threw it in the garbage can (thankfully, today is garbage day). The rodent du jour was in rigor (see, watching all those forensics shows does pay off) which means it was probably only dead about 12 hours or so. I don't really remember. It's not that I'm afraid of mice or bugs (except spiders). They don't really bother me. I just don't like being startled. By them or anything. I also have this completely irrational fear of dead animals. It started when I was a preteen, walking around the neighborhood at night with some friends. We came across this dead cat (half of its skull missing) and I had this horrible thought that it was going to come to life and attack my face. Every time the beagle brings in a new kill and I have to clean it up, I think of that. So, yes, I was a little worried about the rat/mouse eating my face. Or letting out a squeak. Or being completely covered in maggots. And believe me, ponies, maggots are not something I want to think about so early in the morning. I also worried about the Bubonic Plague and the Hantavirus - both spread by vermin. I don't want to be sitting at the computer and have blood start pouring out of every orifice a la the Ebola virus. Seriously, I watch way too much Discovery Channel. This, my friends, is why I'm a fanatic about cleaning any wound (including paper cuts) and dousing them in Neosporin or Calendula gel. Flesh eating bacteria. Terrifies. Me. While I think working on Level 7 (?) of the CDC would be freaking awesome, I wouldn't be able to handle it (having little to no scientific knowledge, aside). By the way, Oregon is a plague hot zone. I'm also fascinated with serial killers and all things abnormal. I mean, why are they insane? How are they different from us? Yeah, I think too much. Deal with it. Happy Halloween, ponies. -M P.S. Sweet. ----> |
