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| 06 September 2006 ~ Wednesday Song of the Day: Bleed Like Me by Garbage I bought some Asian pears and a chocolate panini roll at the Farmers' Market today. I had Chinese hole for lunch. I don't feel like writing. I don't know what to have for dinner. I made this seal at this website. -M |
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| 11 September 2006 ~ Monday Song of the Day: I Will Remember You by Sarah McLachlan First of all, I've been in a blogging funk. I haven't felt the least inspired to write anything no matter how exciting my life has been. And believe me, y'all, my life has been exciting. Okay, that's a lie. Secondly, I have to buy some new shoes TODAY. My shoes are doing this air puff thing every time I walk and while it doesn't sound like a fart, it's far too close for comfort. My mom is coming for a visit all the way from La Pine, Oregon, on Friday. I feel guilty not being able to take next week off to spend with her but I'm hoping she uses the time alone to my advantage. You know, cleaning, gardening and cooking. It has been a while since having a live-in maid (aka mom). B should find out later this week if he is still employed. I'm already planning for the worst which includes selling the house and moving in with his parents...on the *whispers* Eastside of Portland. This would suck because I really love our home. PonyM says that shouldn't even be an option in my head what with severence pay and unemployment and the fact that B is very marketable...but I always plan for the worst. It's something I come by genetically. Worst case scenario, I become B's manager (and by manager, I mean pimp) and he starts making internet porn. It's funny because I always thought of myself as the glass half full type, but I've come to realize that I'm hope-for-the-best-but-expect-the-absolute-worst type. I'm also preparing for the worst when it comes to my job. Big Cheese has been doing what I've been talking about - sending out her resume. She goes on a second part of an interview tomorrow. I do hope she finds her bliss (shut it PonyM) but on a purely selfish note, if she finds another job my life here at work will SUCK ASS! First of all, it would be so much easier for me to be the first to leave. Why? They'd definitely get a replacement for me. If Big Cheese leaves, they won't get a replacement for her which means I am stuck. No more bathroom breaks, lunches out, doctor's appointments and definitely no potential job interviews. I won't be able to leave my seat. And!! I'd have to deal with Bossman all by myself. My only hope for salvation would be if B got a really good paying job and I got knocked up (preferably by B). Then I could say, "Suck it" and be a stay-at-home mom. Or at least not worry about paying for things like food until I found another job. You know, it really pisses me off that I'm not an heiress. Like a lot. Finally I received a text message from a stranger last week. It said, "Call me after you eat." Actually it was typed "cal me after u eat" but I'm not one for abbreviating my words like that. I didn't recognize the number so I ignored it. Since it costs money to send and receive text messages I reserve it for only important things. Like PonyM telling me she just saw me on TV or telling B that he's a butthead for calling me a cheapskate (which I am not!). So to receive a text from someone I do not know is kind of irritating albeit forgivable. Until the next day when I received a message saying, "Just a quick note to say hi." Now this person has cost me twenty cents - twenty cents that can go toward Starbucks. I break down and send a message back. Instead of saying something like "wrong number" or "shut the hell up," I write back, "who are you." I wanted to emphasize the word are in the message but, unfortunately, italics is not allowed. I get a response back, "Vern in Keizer." WTF? I don't know anyone in Keizer so I reply, "sorry wrong number." To which he replies, "are you travis r___" I now realize I'm the victim of give out a fake number to someone you're not interested in. Nice. So, instead of replying no, I say (because I have to be different), "nope, i'm the other gender." What I really wanted to say was "last time I checked I had a vagina" but that would have taken too long to type and I was worried he'd end up some pervie freak who would somehow track me down and hack me up into small bits. He hasn't replied back, but this little episode cost me sixty cents - sixty! And I didn't even get a really juicy story out of it. My favorite lines from today's song: I'm so tired but I can't sleep/Standin' on the edge of something much too deep/It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word/We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard I'm so afraid to love you, but more afriad to lose/Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose/Once there was a darkness, a deep and endless night/You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light -M |
| 13 September 2006 ~ Wednesday Song of the Day: Let's Get Retarded by Black Eyed Peas Did you know that all sparkling wines make a popping sound and will overflow onto your desk? I did not because I do not drink wine or champange/sparkling wine. I do know. -M |
| 18 September 2006 ~ Monday Song of the Day: Boogie Shoes by KC & the Sunshine Band I'm going to tell you a story that will surprise you. Possibly even shock you. If you have a weak stomach you might want to skip today's entry. When I was in kindergarten, one day I was sent into the hall for talking too much. I know! It's such a departure from the person that I've become. I just can't believe that I (me!!) talked too much? You learn something new every day. To be honest, I'm surprised it only happened once. I know this because my mom told me. I sent an email to my kindergarten teacher last week thanking her for having a positive influence on my life at such a young age. She wrote me an extremely kind email in return. I have no delusions that she remembers me, but I thought she deserved to be told how much she meant to me. Here are pictures of me from my youth. The one on the left is of me and Ms. Moody, the best kindergarten teach (and now principal) ever. -M |
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| 25 September 2006 ~ Monday I have a new blog - here. It's easier to use and while I don't know if I have the design freedon, I think I'll use it for a little bit. -M |