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This list will be updated when I can cross shit off and serve as a reminder of what I'd like to accomplish in the new year.

1. Finish the office remodel.
2. Put up new fence.
3. Get pregnant.
4. Pay off Haynes bill.
5. Buy one birthday or Xmas present a month.
6. Re-enroll in school.
7. Install shed.
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9. Get Jeff & Tracy up here!
10. Answer emails when I get them!
11. Exercise at least once a week.
12. Get the puppy housebroken.
13. Finish unfinished projects!

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   - Saint Augustine




Tuesday, December 31, 2002


Last night, Bob made dinner. Well, sort of. But it was nice nonetheless. What I found humourous, was that he called, out of the blue, and asked to make dinner. At our house. Then invited Mike and Goddamn Thomas over to my house for dinner too. Only Bob. :)

What I have found interesting, is that we can all get together one day after the next and still find shit to talk about. And gossip about. :) And tonight is the big New Years Eve party at Tony and Darrell's place (who really just need to set a wedding date). I've been looking forward to this for a while. I just hope that I don't get too drunk and spill the beans about the "hundred-acre wood" (go ahead and chuckle, Tracy). If they all knew, there would be no frickin' end to the comments made by these guys. I almost said something last night, when Bob asked if it was okay to drink coffee out of the Tigger mug. At least he didn't ask for Eeyore! :))






If this were anyone else, they would have been arrested on the spot. Just another showing of how celebrities are treated better than you and me.





For a good chuckle, check this little tidbit out.





Well shit. I tried to scan a pic today (for Bob, and yes dear, I finally remembered which picture you were talking about...at 1:30am!). But my damn scanner seems to be on the blink. Lots of little lines running across the pic. Now I gotta figure out what the fuck is wrong with it!




Monday, December 30, 2002


My horoscope was definitely interesting today: Unfortunately, it is not a day to focus on fun and games. In fact, you may feel an annoying weightiness about your emotions, making you feel much less energetic than usual. There is a sober tone to the day that asks you to take a hard-nosed look at reality, and make some serious decisions in regard to future goals and plans. You may feel like the buzzer on the timer is about to go off. The minute hand is ticking away, and there are a great many more adventures to be had. (by the way, this horoscope is for all Leos.)

It really hits home for a change. I have until the end of this week to decide whether or not to turn my resume in for a new position in a different office. It does mean more money, albeit not a whole lot more, and the new challenge would be welcomed. But do I really want to move to yet another office and basically start all over again? And is the little bit of money they are offering worth it? I really haven't made much of a decision either way yet. I'm still weighing it over in my head.





Sunday, December 29, 2002


In the "I can't fucking believe this" category today, we have this delightful article. The best quote comes at the end.





As if this is the guy we need as the Democratic representitive for the next presidential election!





Thought for the day: Balance the Budget. Declare Politicians as Game and sell Hunting Stamps.




Saturday, December 28, 2002


I know, it's been a few days. Get off my back, looks like I'm coming down with the flu. And it's all the hubby's fault. He brought it home with him from the damn shop. Thank goodness for NyQuil!




Thursday, December 26, 2002


Oh yes. Must mention this. Today, Goddamn Thomas and I will probably spend the majority of the day talking about the story of Neil and Gregory from the Bible and their trek out of Nubia to grow pickles. (We played "Scategories" last night and let's just say that Michael came up with some interesting answers. To give him a little credit, he at least tried!)






Well, it's been a busy few days. Let's see, Saturday was an emotional let down, due in part by Dawn saying she'll be coming to Christmas dinner and the New Years party at Tony & Darrell's. Which means we get to tell her good-bye while we're all drunk. Boy that'll be fun. We'll just by crying in our beers (or other froo-froo drink).

Anyway, Sunday night was great. Tony always does a fantastic job when he does his shows. But then he goes and dedicates his last song to his mother, who passed away this past year, and Mike was in tears from start to finish. I think there were a few misty eyes at the table. But on the whole, it was a great night. Of course, I'll be picking confetti out of my butt for a while. (Don't ask.)

Monday we went and saw "Two Towers" with some of the gang. It was a lot better than I had thought it was going to be. Of course, now I have to wait another frickin' year to see the next one and then another year after that before I can buy the DVD set. Oh yeah, I'm waiting to buy these movies in a set than getting each one seperately. I figure this way, I'll have had enough time to save up the two hundred dollars we'll need to get it. That's what the coin jar is for. :)

I spent the majority of the day Monday and Tuesday baking. And baking. Getting everyone's gift together and all the stuff I could do ahead of time for Christmas dinner. We certainly had a houseful on Christmas.

And what was really great about Christmas this year was that most of our favorite friends were there (minus Jeff & Tracy) and they are the greatest. After dinner, (that turned out better than I thought it was going to) we did the whole presents thing. And by far, my most favorite present (that *almost* made me cry...well, I would have cried had it not been for everyone being there) was a stuffed dog that Joe gave me. This is no ordinary stuffed dog. There is a store here where you can make your own stuffed animal (that I knew about from "Ester Pierre is Everywhere" on Channel 3 news, and commented that I'd love to go there and get my very own bear). Joe took the time to pick out the "skin", stuff it himself, find the perfect outfit for him, dress him, and then fill out the "birth certificate", which he framed! Now I ask you, how thoughtful, sweet, and touching can you get? (if you need further proof of how great Joe is, read this post.)

This year has been pretty damn good to me. Makes me a little fearful of next year. Can things get any better?





Saturday, December 21, 2002


Last night, while making more of those damn bon-bons, Bob and Michael came over. We had a nice dinner (thank you Bob) and had a good night. I like getting the chance to just sit around and talk, even if someone has their hands covered in dough! :) Well, except for the physical abuse by "someone". See here for more details. :)




Friday, December 20, 2002


Well shit. Had I *known* that Michael was not busy doing his own holiday cooking, I would have invited him over last night too!!! I'm sorry Michael. What are ya doin' on Monday? :)





Oh yeah, and just so everyone knows, there are more pictures of Bob than what is on the photo site. I just haven't gotten them uploaded yet. But I'll do it soon so Vivian will shut up about it! :)





I had a fun night last night. We've started our holiday baking, making stuff to give to all our friends (who the fuck can afford presents this year?) and Bob came over to "help". To be fair, he did actually help, though he did get more powder sugar on himself and the floor than keeping it in the bowl. And let me just say right now, that I am *never* making bon-bons again. What a frickin' pain in the ass!!! Doing my cookies are soooo much easier! And tonight it's fudge and more GODDAMN BON-BONS.





Thought for the day: I'm doing my part to piss off the Religious Reich.




Thursday, December 19, 2002


TO OFFEND DAMN-NEAR EVERYBODY


1. What's the Cuban national anthem?
"Row, Row, Row Your Boat"

2. Where does an Irish family go on vacation?
A different bar.

3. Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a retarded baby?
They named him "Sum Ting Wong."

4. What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?
A speech impediment.

5. What does it mean when the flag at the Post Office is flying at half-mast?
They're hiring.

6. Why aren't there any Puerto Ricans on Star Trek?
Because they're not going to work in the future either.

7. What do you call an Arkansas farmer with a sheep under each arm?
A pimp.

8. Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?
Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it.

9. What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?
A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with a recipe.

10. How do you get a sweet, little 80-year-old lady to say the F-word?
Get another sweet, little 80-year-old lady to yell "BINGO!"

11. What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale?
A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time..." A southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit.."!

12. My, my, how times have changed. Years ago...When 100 white men chased one black man, we called it the Ku Klux Klan; Today they call it the PGA TOUR..






Like everyone else on the planet that has an email address, I get jokes forwarded to me. On occasion, some of them are just too good not to pass along. Instead of doing it in an email, I'm going to do it here! :)

Top Eight Morons:

1. WILL THE REAL DUMMY PLEASE STAND UP? AT&T fired President John Walter after nine months, saying he lacked intellectual leadership. He received a $26 million severance package. Perhaps it's not Walter who's lacking intelligence.

2. WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS: Police in Oakland, California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line, shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up."

3. WHAT WAS PLAN B??? An Illinois man, pretending to have a gun, kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines, wherein the kidnapper proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank accounts.

4. THE GETAWAY! A man walked into a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Stop, and asked for all the money in the cash drawer. Apparently, the take was too small, so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until police showed up and grabbed him.

5. DID I SAY THAT??? Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words: "Give me all your money or I'll shoot," the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"

6. ARE WE COMMUNICATING?? A man spoke frantically into the phone, "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!" "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No!" the man shouted, "This is her husband!"

7. NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED!! In Modesto, California, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun, but unfortunately, he failed to keep his hand in his pocket. (hellllllooooooo!)

8. THE GRAND FINALE Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, located in the high desert, an hour east of Bakersfield, California, some folks, new to boating, were having a problem. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get their brand new 22 ft. boat going. It was very sluggish in almost every maneuver, no matter how much power was applied. After about an hour of trying to make it go, they putted to a nearby marina, thinking someone there could tell them what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed everything in perfect working condition. The engine ran fine, the out drive went up and down, and the prop was the correct size and pitch. So, one of the marina guys jumped in the water to check underneath. He came up choking on water, he was laughing so hard. NOW REMEMBER... THIS IS TRUE ... Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer.

Does any one else find it frightening that the majority of these took place in California????






I've been promising some pics for a while now. I've put up the link to the online album for your enjoyment! :) Sorry, Bob, they made me do it!





You know, I think I kinda know what Lott meant to say, but the guy just really needs to give it up. Another politician downed by his own mouth. Gee, go figure.





On my daily trek to the news section today, I came across this article. And laughed. And I thought that European countries where more liberal than that! :)





Thought for the day: A free society is one where it is safe to be unpopular.




Wednesday, December 18, 2002


I'm in a bad mood and I don't fucking feel like blogging today. Piss off.




Tuesday, December 17, 2002


Bob had an interesting post on his site yesterday. A bunch of half-truths, mind you, but fun to read. Only wish I got more pictures of what really happened. Hehehehe........the one pic we did get isn't suitable for general public viewing. But when I get them all uploaded onto the Yahoo Album, I *will* post the link here! :)





Thought for the day: The more I learn about terrorism, the better I understand the phone company.




Monday, December 16, 2002


At our work place, our phones have a split line. It rings on my phone, Anita's phone, Bridget's phone and Sirena's phone. Probably about one half of the time, Anita answers it. Me and Bridget answer it one third of the time. It rings until they hang up about one third of the time. Sirena never answers it. Well, to give her a little more credit, she will answer it if she is conscience enough to realize that me and Anita are already on our phones. And you know what? That really pisses me off. (yeah, big surprise there, huh?!?) She seems to think that she has tons more work than anyone else does. And that is partly true. Because while Anita and I are working on our cases, she's on the phone, talking to everyone else under the sun or checking her email (for an hour or so, literally) instead of working. It's just infuriating as hell.





My only problem with the "thought for the day" today is that I do have a regret. And that's saying something. I usually don't regret anything anymore. But I do regret not having gotten to know Dawn more. She's a great person, sweet, funny, and cute! :) But she's leaving us. Going to Colorado to live. Yesterday at bowling, we gave her a beautiful plaque that made those of us that know and love Dawn, cry when Kevin read it aloud. We are having a dinner for her on Saturday, and I know there won't be a dry eye at the table in the end. Dawn will be missed more than she realizes.





Thought for the day: "Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only for wallowing in." - Katherine Mansfield




Saturday, December 14, 2002


Oh, added a new link, so check it out. Ronnie is a really nice person. I like him. And not because he's a witch too. After reading his 100 things list, I realized that we have a little more in common than I thought. And I really find it amusing that he uses "Goddamn Thomas" too! :)





Saw "Nemesis". It sucked. Don't waste your money on it. Save it for "Two Towers". There is a lot wrong with this movie that I could go on and on about, and we all talked about it after the movie, but I won't because I would end up having to tell you who dies. But they don't really die. Which is part of the reason why this movie sucked to high hell.

But I did have a good time spending some time with my friends, Mike, Joe, Bob, Darrell, and Tony. They are the best people to be friends with. And thankfully, at least three of them can relate to my feelings about Star Trek! :)






Thought for the day: It's a good thing that Gene Roddenberry is dead.




Friday, December 13, 2002


Had a pretty good night last night. Bob came over and we watched the hubby string lights on the tree! :) We're all going to go and see "Nemesis" tonight!!! :):):):) I cannot wait! I admit it, I'm a Trekkie. No, not that die-hard that I plan on dressing up tonight, but I haven't missed a movie yet, nor do I intend to. Especially this one. Someone is going to die. And it better not be Riker or Worf. Those two are my favorites, though I do like Picard too. Only I have a feeling that he's the one that's going to die.

But I promise I won't spoil the ending or tell you who's dead. That would be wrong. That would be mean. And that's just not me................stop laughing guys!






Thought for the day: I got out of bed for this?




Thursday, December 12, 2002


Goddamn Thomas (8). Outside, having a smoke, he tells Grace (another co-worker) that I pee like a man.....WHAT???





Is it any wonder that the majority of non-Christians have a problem with Mr. Bush? Check out what the consummate idiot is up to now with his "Faith Based" shit. Now he is enacting key pieces of his divisive "faith-based initiative," including one that lets federal contractors display religious favoritism in their hiring. Is it me or does this not smack of discrimination? Does this not violate the title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964? This man with stop at nothing to promote his views and force them on the American public. What else can I say but, Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil!





Thought for the day: Our task is not to fix the blame for the past, but to fix the course for the future. --John F. Kennedy




Wednesday, December 11, 2002


Put up another link that I had found, purely by accident. It's one of those sites that I visit fairly frequently, just to see if Mil's posted anything new. If you have ever been in a relationship, or are in one now, you may find it either A} funny as hell, or B} offensive. I don't give a shit which one you are, you need to read it anyway. Oh, and make sure you run your mouse over the picture of Margret and read the caption!





Okay. Normally, I like A&E. They show some fascinating and fun programs. I used to religiously watch their "Biography of the Year" countdown. Until one fateful year. They had chosen some really great bios for there top ten, including Mother Teresa and Princess Di. The chose Princess Di as there number one, instead of Mother Teresa. That is when I turned it off and refuse to watch it any more. Sure, P.Di was great and lovely, and it was tragic how she died. But if you compare the accomplishments of the two women, Mother Teresa wins hands down. She was more famous than P.Di, she worked harder for her causes than P.Di, and she had a greater impact on the world than P.Di.

Now, this year, they have chosen The Man Who Pretends to be President, Mr. G. W. Bush. Sorry, I don't think so. Celebrating him is like celebrating Ted Bundy. Now, I'm not stupid. I know they chose people based on their impact on the world at large that particular year. If the suspects for the sniper case made the top ten, so could you. And that is just pathetic.






You know, I am not the biggest sports fan in the world. However, I do enjoy football and baseball. Baseball being my favorite. Which brings me to Pete Rose. He was an outstanding player. But what I will never understand, no matter what anyone else says on the subject either, is why they won't let him in the Baseball Hall of Fame. Okay, I know he's banned from the game because of his gambling, but what does any of that have to do with his accomplishments as a player? Not a thing. This is just another way that the "establishment" is using to control people. They claim that he has "stained the game" but has it really? Has attendence and people's fascination with the game withered because of Pete Rose? Of course not. They just don't like what he did (if he really did it, mind you. There is no concrete proof that he bet on baseball or they would have confronted him with it and then asked for his admission of guilt.). All they have are allegations. Nothing was ever proved. Rose could have *made* them prove it and drawn the whole battle into court and *really* put a "stain" on the game, but he took the gentleman's way out and agreed to the ban.

And speaking of a stain on the game, how about all the other players since Rose that have gotten into legal trouble? Haven't they "stained the game" and made people jaded against professional baseball players as a whole? Of course not. You know why? Because people love the game itself, not the players. One bad apple does not ruin the bushel. The game of baseball will endure, despite the players. And despite the commission.






An intersting Op/Ed that I found I had to read: Voters seem not to mind gay-bashing insinuations. And I totally agree with the final line, what a shame.





Despite his title, Michael was not "made" to do anything! No one held a gun to his head and shouted "Type!". But I am glad to see that he has started his own blog. Should make for some interesting reading. And both Bob and Mike have put up their "100 things" list. I've learned a few things that I didn't know about them that I found interesting. Also learned some things that may be fodder for later! {Kidding!!} If you read their lists, you'll soon realize why I love both of them and would do almost anything for them.





Thought for the day: Carpe DM: Seize the Dungeon Master!




Tuesday, December 10, 2002


Great. Now I have two more friends here that are reading the blog. But I won't let it stop me from talking about them. There's just too much material there! :) I even received an email from Mike, telling me that if he gets addicted, he's blaming me. Hey, it's not my fault. The blame rests entirely on Goddamn Thomas.

Speaking of Mike, I've mentioned him a few times before and there has been a lot happening in his life now that I wish I could wiggle my nose and make it all go away. (Damn those Hollywood lies!!) For those who aren't in the know, he was laid off the end of November. Which really sucks, being right before the holidays, but there is a long explaination of why it all happened, that really isn't anybody's business.

But I digress. We've all been joking with him and Goddamn Thomas (who share a place together, as roommates only!) about being homeless at the end of the year. It's all fun and games, because we (and that's "we" being all of Mike's friends) would never let it come to that. I was thinking this morning about it on my drive in. It's going to be tough for him to get another job this time of year and he may end up not finding anything until January. And if that is the case, we may do a "It's a Wonderful Life" on his ass. (if you've never seen the movie, you are clueless here but I refuse to let you in on it. Watch the movie.)

Of course, if he doesn't get his butt in gear and find something by the end of January, he's going to have to have a yard sale with all his Pampered Chef shit and I'm going to be first in line!! :)






Bush just has the taste of war on his tongue. He is just dying to keep our troups (and presumably himself) working in the effort to eradicate the Middle East. In a news article today, regarding the arms declaration documents obtained from Iraq, it stated quite clearly that several of the council members have told the United States that none of the excised material should be a basis for a "material breach" -- words that could allow war -- because they would have no way of judging its veracity. But of course, we have told them that it can declare a material breach. In other words, we are just looking to pick a fight and Bush doesn't seem to care who it is or who is on our side. Let's just hope that his advisors will finally wake up and explain to him what a bully he is letting himself be seen as, and if he doesn't watch it, he'll alienate our allies.

Did we, as a country, not see this bullying, nasty side of Bush before he was elected? Or did he dissemble himself to the people, hoping that in time he could rear his true self?

My New Year's toast this year will most definitely include a reference to "hoping that the son of a bitch doesn't get re-elected".






Thought for the day: Support Capitol Punishment, Flog a Politician Today!




Monday, December 09, 2002


The current winners of the "How Fucking Stupid Am I Contest", we have the following for your amusement:

Dumbass Dognappers
Watch That Last Beer In Texas
He'll Never Work For The EPA






Just so you ALL KNOW, no matter what it says on any REBUTTAL PAGE, I have never said anything here that wasn't true.

In some form or another. :>






There is a new link up. My darling, wonderfully evil, old queen of a friend, Bob, has started his own blog! Can't wait to see more written there!

And yes, dear, I know why! :)






I am getting a divorce. No, not from the hubby. From Goddamn Thomas. I've found a new gay husband (Bob), who's so much sweeter and kinder than that SOB could ever try to be! :) Of course, he keeps screaming that he won't sign the divorce papers, but you know what; I don't need him to! Besides, he *does* have a mistress! She can have him.





Yesterday. The best way to sum up yesterday is that them damn old queens are slower than shit. Someone remind me to never go on a walking tour with them! :) I can't help that I walk fast. I have long legs and when I know where I'm going, I just want to fucking get there. But those old biddies just can't seem to keep up with the younger (and more beautiful) ones.

And Bob. Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob....such a wonderful, evil, fabulous, hateful bitch. We ended up going to the Illumination in Colonial Williamsburg last night. Nice but short. And too many damn people. But after the fireworks, we walked and walked (and fucking walked) all around, trying to find a place to eat. Of course, all the taverns there were booked, so after walking all around the damn place, we opted to head back towards home, stopping elsewhere for dinner. Of course, walking back to the car was so much fun, especially with the cramps in my leg and my feet sore as shit. And we all sounded so lovely getting in (and then back out of the car) that it would have scared small dogs. But on the whole, and despite numerous disparages against my person, I think we all had a good time.

I really have been blessed this past year in making so many wonderful new friends. And oddly enough, it's all Goddamn Thomas' fault. Of course, the jury is still out on whether or not I need to thank him. :)






Thought for the day: I think, therefore I am dangerous.




Sunday, December 08, 2002


In the morning, I'll just *have* to tell you all about the day I've had today. Might even have to start a "Goddamn Bob" sideline! :)





Thought for the day: Been there. Done that. Went back for more.




Friday, December 06, 2002


Americans have become lazy and complacent. We have become a disposable country. We prefer convenience and don't mind paying a little more for it. It's much easier to throw a t.v. dinner in the microwave and toss the container than make your family a home cooked meal. Do any of you know where all that "disposable" items go to? Did any of you even stop to even think about it? Our landfills are filling up at an alarming rate and soon there will be no where left to throw it all to. Do Americans even know that they are paying for the convenience with there own land? Do any of us even stop to wonder what kind of country we are leaving for our children?





Talking to Goddamn Thomas yesterday, I came to the realization that I'm happier when I'm bitching. I can find something new to bitch about everyday (and normally do!). I like to point out that the world would be a much better place if I were running things. There would be a lot less people in prison and there would be a lot less pollution. Stupid people would be shot on sight. You would have the right to mount 50 caliber machine guns to the hood of your car and blow away all those annoying assholes on the road. Everyone would have the right to free education (I mean college here). There would be only the "Armed Forces" instead of 4 different divisions, because quite frankly we only need the Marines and Navy (and they are both "owned" by the Department of the Navy) and the other two can be combined into one of them. Cigarettes would not be taxed all to hell and farmers would get a bigger break.

Yeah, my world is starting to look better and better everyday. I want my own country dammit!






Thought for the day: I know that you have a thing for me, but why is it so small and deformed?




Thursday, December 05, 2002


I'm quitting. TPC has finally dropped the last straw that broke this camels back. It's bad enough that the moral of the employees, with the way upper management treats us, is probably at an all time low. But now they have gone and done it. There are a few of us here at the office that smoke. No big fucking deal really, as most places have smokers, right? Well, we smokers all know that we have been pushed out to the street to have our cig. (no frickin' wonder that we get sick more than non-smokers, they don't have to stand outside in the goddam rain and cold.) Now we're being told when we can go and for how long. On the other side of this, I can understand that they don't want us away from our desks for very long, we do have work to do. But I don't know of too many people who abuse this.

On the whole, I don't have too big of a problem with this. I don't. And I also understand there complaints with too many of us hanging out by the front door. *BUT I AM GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BECAUSE* what those fucking sons of bitches didn't bother to do, was consult the smokers. In fact, they *purposefully* stated that they did *NOT* want input from us. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME????? Those jack ass, cock sucking, mother fuckers didn't bother to stop and think (for a change) that we might be able to give them some valuable advice, since it DIRECTLY AFFECTS US??? No, they decided that they didn't think we should have any kind of say in where or when we smoke. Or help them find an alternative place for us to go that would make everyone happier all the way around.

You go to hell, Mary Louis. You go to hell and you die!!

I'm rethinking your request, Bob. I'm *this* close to doing one for myself.






The thought for today is the fear of most girls growing up. For some of us, it isn't entirely a bad thing. My mother is the best. Great at guilt trips but kind-hearted and sweet. She's pretty open-minded, for the most part, and loves to mess with people's heads. I think I turned out just like her. Except less sweet and more bitchy. But I catch myself at times, saying things that have made me turn around sharply and look for my mother. Then realize that those words were coming from me! It's downright frightening at times. But I still prefer it to sounding like my father. Though there's plenty of that going on too.





Thought for the day: Oh, no! I turned out just like my mother!




Wednesday, December 04, 2002


When I get the opportunity, I'll be posting up some pics here of everyone. I think I got everyone the night of the party. Including the two drunks on the couch. :)

Of course, we're having another party this weekend, so hopefully I'll get even more shots of everyone. Hmm....note to self: play with them in Photoshop!






Ought to make note that it is also Darrell's birthday as well. Darrell is a bit of a freak, but in a good way.





I suppose that at some point today I ought to say "Happy Birthday" to Goddamn Thomas. Yup, today is the ripe old age of 32. Looks it too. :)





Dreams are what keep me going on the really bad days. I dream about a better life for myself and my hubby. I dream about better lives for my friends and family. I dream.





Thought for the day: You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. -- John Lennon, 1971




Tuesday, December 03, 2002


Yeah, time to rant about my co-worker again. I'm really kinda surprised that she hasn't had the boss say something to her yet. She's supposed to work 9-5, but she strolls in at 9:30, and you can bet your ass she leaves at 5. She's spent almost the past hour talking on the phone with her mother, and no, she's not on her lunch break. Now, I know, that this really isn't any of my business, but when she starts talking louder and louder, you can't help but notice her on the phone. And know all her business. It's just tiring, to say the least.





Did you realize that our own government are *still* holding prisoners at Guantanamo Bay Naval Base? They have not had a trial. They have been held incommunicado since December and held in Guantanamo since January and no one here seems to care. Seized by the United States in the Spanish-American War and leased from Cuba for the past century, Guantanamo is a 45-square-mile area on the southeastern tip of Cuba now holding nearly 600 detainees from more than 40 countries, including about 60 Pakistanis and some 100 Saudi Arabians. None of the detainees have been allowed to see their families.

If the situation were reversed, and some foreign country were holding some of our people under these conditions, you would be up in arms about it. But it seems as though the American people are perfectly happy to let our own government do this, all in the name of a "war on terrorism" that isn't even a war. These people are being held as "prisoners of war". Has the American government declared war on someone without us knowing it? There are a myriad of steps to be taken before the President can officially declare war on anyone, and you *know* that was not done in this case. While I, in no uncertain terms, propose to support terrorism, what that idiot Bush is doing right now is tantamount to bullying.

And we've been letting him get away with it for far too long.






Thought for the day: Ignore your rights and they'll go away.




Monday, December 02, 2002


Well, another work week begins. The holidays went better and worse than expected. Better, only because I was able to see my parents and feel better about how my father is doing. He looks okay, but tired. Very, very tired. He's finished his chemo for the third time and his blood pressure has gone down, so that is something. I just wish he would see how important it is for him to take care of himself. He swears he'll be better about it, but I know that he's full of it.

Was able to see one of my brothers on Thanksgiving, albeit for a couple of hours only. Which suits me fine, as I don't really care for him anyway. He's an asshole, but he kept his comments to a minimum. I have a feeling that he's behaving better because of our Dad too. Neither of us wants to upset him.

While I was home, I had to go shopping for a dress. One of my good friends is finally getting married and I am her matron of honor. We did find a dress, that thankfully looks nothing like the typical horrendous bridesmaids dresses you normally see. At least this one I'll be able to wear to the Navy ball next year. But when they did the measurements, I was a little depressed. I desperately need to lose some weight. I just hope I can do it in time for the wedding.

While our drive up there was uneventful, the drive back was better. We left Friday night at 8pm and I ended up driving the entire way. But the hubby stayed awake with me and we talked. And talked and talked and talked. He told me a lot of different stories from his childhood and what not. Then our conversation turned to sex, like it normally does. :) Ended up, um, having some interesting fun while driving. I don't recommend everyone else doing that. It's a little dangerous!

The party for Goddamn Thomas was a lot of fun, even though the guest of honor wasn't feeling well. I just hope he enjoyed himself and was happy with what he got. We had an interesting time playing a game called "Loaded Questions". Learned some interesting things about my friends, that is what the game is about. We have *got* to play that one again sometime! :)

And plans have begun for Darrell's birthday for next weekend. That should be a lot of fun, he's turning 40. We are going to be some evil bitches for that one! Hehehehe.........






Thought for the day: My cat dislikes the term "pet." It prefers "friend and confidante."