Talk about a loss. Not only was Adam Yauch a pioneer in the music industry, he was just a great guy.
He was only 47 years old, too young to be leaving this world. One thing I'm sure of, he probably said his good-bye's, I'm sure he was surrounded by his loved ones as he left and he left a trail, a legacy in his wake.
The world is not better of without a pinnicle peice of the trifecta that is known as The Beastie Boys. But for Yauch I am glad that someone of his class left with dignity. Read more about Yauch here and here
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Post Baby Body
What the hell? I just read this article about how long it will be until we see Jessica Simpson and if she will get bashed over still carrying some baby weight. As a woman who just had a baby 3 months ago, I have to I am so glad that I am not a celebrity. I am 3 months postpartum, I have lost all my baby weight plus an additional 15 pounds and I still don't have my pre baby body back, not even close to the pre baby numero uno, let alone the body that's been long forgotten, back when my milkshake used to bring all the boys to the yard.
These celebrities who walk the red carpet and strut their stuff on the runway weeks after giving birth, are not normal. I know its been said before, I'm sure if I could afford a dietitian and a personal trainer, which would mean I also probably had a nanny cuz who's watching the baby while I'm bustin' my ass on the treadmill and doing Pilate's, I too could look hot as well as hot as someone who has just dropped it like it was hot.. And who gets a nanny while they are on maternity leave anyway.
If I know Texas native Jessica Simpson, and I don't really know her, know her, but she is one woman who keeps it real. She has embraced her curves and frankly no matter what she will be beautiful. Because of all the things that go down hill as we age, getting a mommy body is one thing I'm actually proud of. I'd much rather have my tiger stripes and my two awesome boys than a hot beach bod any day. And if I keep working out maybe I'll get to have both, but its definitely not going to happen in six weeks. It'll get back the same way it came. Slowly but surely.
These celebrities who walk the red carpet and strut their stuff on the runway weeks after giving birth, are not normal. I know its been said before, I'm sure if I could afford a dietitian and a personal trainer, which would mean I also probably had a nanny cuz who's watching the baby while I'm bustin' my ass on the treadmill and doing Pilate's, I too could look hot as well as hot as someone who has just dropped it like it was hot.. And who gets a nanny while they are on maternity leave anyway.
If I know Texas native Jessica Simpson, and I don't really know her, know her, but she is one woman who keeps it real. She has embraced her curves and frankly no matter what she will be beautiful. Because of all the things that go down hill as we age, getting a mommy body is one thing I'm actually proud of. I'd much rather have my tiger stripes and my two awesome boys than a hot beach bod any day. And if I keep working out maybe I'll get to have both, but its definitely not going to happen in six weeks. It'll get back the same way it came. Slowly but surely.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Kelly Goes P!NK
Kelly Clarkson has come a long way from her days as an American Idol contenstant. There are actually probably kids out there that don't even have memories of her as an Idol. She has really transformed into quite an artist and definitly has much respect from me since she can actually sing and she is still successful. But I digress.
The star recently covered none other than "F#cking Perfect" by P!NK at a concert in Canada. I think she did a marvelous job, they both kinda have that raspy voice so she absolutely did the song justice and I'm sure P!NK would have no complaints. Specially since she's made the announcement recently that she is working on a new album, well she posted a picture of herself going pink which generally means that something from P!NK will be coming soon. Can't wait to see what it is.
The star recently covered none other than "F#cking Perfect" by P!NK at a concert in Canada. I think she did a marvelous job, they both kinda have that raspy voice so she absolutely did the song justice and I'm sure P!NK would have no complaints. Specially since she's made the announcement recently that she is working on a new album, well she posted a picture of herself going pink which generally means that something from P!NK will be coming soon. Can't wait to see what it is.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Carmen San Diego...
Naw..but Karmin with one of it's members from Nebraska is probably just as cool.
If you haven't yet, then get out your computer, oh wait you probably have your computer or Internet getting to device handy if you are reading this...well anyway go to YouTube.com and check out Karmin. Or you could just click on this link.
I'm really loving these guys. Their covers are pretty hot, but also I'm absolutely digging their original stuff, and I don't know what it is about lead singer Amy Heidemann but she's entertaining to watch. She's got some fantastic facial expressions that make me giggle inside, very electric. Can I use that? Electric well, she's got something. And she's corn fed so that makes it even better, as she hails from Seward, Nebraska.
I think these guys have "it". They appear to have actual talent, and even some personality. And apparently they will have their next album dropping April 24. Dropping? Who am I? lol...
If you haven't yet, then get out your computer, oh wait you probably have your computer or Internet getting to device handy if you are reading this...well anyway go to YouTube.com and check out Karmin. Or you could just click on this link.
I'm really loving these guys. Their covers are pretty hot, but also I'm absolutely digging their original stuff, and I don't know what it is about lead singer Amy Heidemann but she's entertaining to watch. She's got some fantastic facial expressions that make me giggle inside, very electric. Can I use that? Electric well, she's got something. And she's corn fed so that makes it even better, as she hails from Seward, Nebraska.
I think these guys have "it". They appear to have actual talent, and even some personality. And apparently they will have their next album dropping April 24. Dropping? Who am I? lol...
Friday, March 23, 2012
Is there a buffet at the Hunger Games?
I am not gonna lie. I loved Twilight. I read all the books, I was or am on Team Edward. Twilight was one teen obsession I somehow got sucked into, and I don't feel bad or guilty because of it. But in any literary circles I keep my knowledge of the Twilight series a secret.
Apparently I somehow missed out on this new obsession sweeping the nation faster than a teenage girl can plow through a crowd seeking a New Direction autograph. Yesterday while on the treadmill a coworker of mine breathlessly asks "So are you going to the Hunger Games this weekend?"
At first I had no idea what she was talking about? I was thinking "is that like the Olympic Games only people starve themselves? Then get to mow down on a chicken wings buffet at the end?" Then it came to me, I seemed to remember seeing a trailer ... white faced woman, some chick heroically stating "No I'll go in place of my sister..." whilst being carried away or something...
So nope I wasn't going to the Hunger Games. Apparently I'm the only one. I somehow missed the boat on this new tween sensation and it looks as though some people will be really pulling in come bank. As the pre-sale tickets are already sold out for this weekends showing. Which for me I guess is OK since I still have yet to read the books to figure out what this whole thing is all about.
Apparently I somehow missed out on this new obsession sweeping the nation faster than a teenage girl can plow through a crowd seeking a New Direction autograph. Yesterday while on the treadmill a coworker of mine breathlessly asks "So are you going to the Hunger Games this weekend?"
At first I had no idea what she was talking about? I was thinking "is that like the Olympic Games only people starve themselves? Then get to mow down on a chicken wings buffet at the end?" Then it came to me, I seemed to remember seeing a trailer ... white faced woman, some chick heroically stating "No I'll go in place of my sister..." whilst being carried away or something...
So nope I wasn't going to the Hunger Games. Apparently I'm the only one. I somehow missed the boat on this new tween sensation and it looks as though some people will be really pulling in come bank. As the pre-sale tickets are already sold out for this weekends showing. Which for me I guess is OK since I still have yet to read the books to figure out what this whole thing is all about.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Oh this Pains me!
Like most 13 year old girls I had several posters on my wall of those I wished I could be or be with. But there was one teen heartthrob who dominated my room, it wasn't Joe or Jordan from New Kids on the Block, it wasn't Michael J. Fox, no it was none other than Kirk Cameron.
The 41 year old actor Cameron, stated on Piers Morgan tonight that homosexuality was "unnatural" and destructive to civilization. Holy wars are pretty destructive to civilizations as well, the Holocaust was pretty destructive to civilization, if two women or two men want to bang each other in the privacy of their own home or in front of a camera for the enjoyment of mature adults to see, how is that destructive? Call it what you will but if you want to hide behind God and the Bible for your statements, that's fine and dandy in the privacy of your own home too, but as I always say, "don't push your crank on me." There are plenty of Christians who would disagree with Cameron's comments and are smart enough to keep their opinions to themselves.
I wish now I could go back to that room and tear the poster down and maybe put up a few of George Michael or something.
Now Cameron is attempting a bit of damage control appearing on the Today show to promote his new movie Monumental. I don't know, back peddling just is so unattractive, I'm so over you now Kirk. Sadly he's probably raising his 6 kids to be as open minded as him, so the fear mongering will continue.
http://popwatch.ew.com/2012/03/20/kirk-cameron-today-show/?cnn=yes
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2012/03/kirk-cameron-gay-comments-fox-news-piers-morgan.html
The 41 year old actor Cameron, stated on Piers Morgan tonight that homosexuality was "unnatural" and destructive to civilization. Holy wars are pretty destructive to civilizations as well, the Holocaust was pretty destructive to civilization, if two women or two men want to bang each other in the privacy of their own home or in front of a camera for the enjoyment of mature adults to see, how is that destructive? Call it what you will but if you want to hide behind God and the Bible for your statements, that's fine and dandy in the privacy of your own home too, but as I always say, "don't push your crank on me." There are plenty of Christians who would disagree with Cameron's comments and are smart enough to keep their opinions to themselves.
I wish now I could go back to that room and tear the poster down and maybe put up a few of George Michael or something.
Now Cameron is attempting a bit of damage control appearing on the Today show to promote his new movie Monumental. I don't know, back peddling just is so unattractive, I'm so over you now Kirk. Sadly he's probably raising his 6 kids to be as open minded as him, so the fear mongering will continue.
http://popwatch.ew.com/2012/03/20/kirk-cameron-today-show/?cnn=yes
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2012/03/kirk-cameron-gay-comments-fox-news-piers-morgan.html
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Momma's Boy
I'm trying to distinguish within myself if calling your mom after being arrested for disorderly crossing of a police line is pathetic or charming when you are George Clooney. Then I decided that basically if you are George Clooney, pretty much everything you do is charming. http://marquee.blogs.cnn.com/2012/03/19/whod-george-clooney-call-after-his-arrest/?hpt=hp_bn7
The actor who will turn 51 in May apparently is never too old to go crying to mommy when things go bad for him, used his one phone call to call his mother Nina, he then paid the $100 fine,was released and will avoid a court appearance.
Clooney along with his father Nick Clooney were protesting outside the Sudanese Emabassy in Washington D.C.
The actor who will turn 51 in May apparently is never too old to go crying to mommy when things go bad for him, used his one phone call to call his mother Nina, he then paid the $100 fine,was released and will avoid a court appearance.
Clooney along with his father Nick Clooney were protesting outside the Sudanese Emabassy in Washington D.C.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Wowza! Can't believe it's been almost a year since I have written something. That's pretty pathetic.
Well since last March, I had to go through the whole job search thing, as my department at my company was being dissolved. So I found a new job with the same company. Got knocked up, had the baby (a boy) and when I go back to work I will be in the same department but my duties will change completely.
So this is my new little one. We like to call him Henson. He's pretty freaking sweet. Additionally can I just say that I wish I could be a baby sometimes...they really do have the life.
And here is child numero uno. He's a pretty good big bro, he's really quite sweet as well. Love being able to spend this extra time with him.
Ok so lets see if I get better at blogging more often...
One can always hope right?
Well since last March, I had to go through the whole job search thing, as my department at my company was being dissolved. So I found a new job with the same company. Got knocked up, had the baby (a boy) and when I go back to work I will be in the same department but my duties will change completely.
So this is my new little one. We like to call him Henson. He's pretty freaking sweet. Additionally can I just say that I wish I could be a baby sometimes...they really do have the life.
And here is child numero uno. He's a pretty good big bro, he's really quite sweet as well. Love being able to spend this extra time with him.
Ok so lets see if I get better at blogging more often...
One can always hope right?
Friday, March 11, 2011
We really are the coolest people in the world...
The following is a gmail chat between me and my bestie...we are cool. Just to refresh your memory any use of a;lskdfjowiejfasdlfkj or anything similar is us laughing.
Spanky: i do lunch at 1230
i'm not doing anything probably
what are you doing?
Sent at 11:10 AM on Wednesday
me: thinking about being naughty
Spanky: dang you
i didn't bring money but i'll go w/ you
Sent at 11:15 AM on Wednesday
me: well i could probably get one for ya
Sent at 11:28 AM on Wednesday
Spanky: schweet; i'm actually not real hungry, so i'll be a cheap date today
me: cool yer pretty cheap anyway....
damn homeless vet
Spanky: a;ldskf
it still cracks me up that Number One was talking to Chauncy right before Chauncy and i met in Dallas a couple springs ago and he said "have fun w/ disabled vet'
me: ya....like how funny is that, that you sort of eminate homelessness and veteran
Spanky: veteran?
i do get the homelessness
me: i think you know what i mean
Spanky: b/c drink so much? b/c i like to shoot guns?
b/c i wish i could have served?
me: uh...ya
and you like tevas and fanny packs
Spanky: ;alskdj
me: and you have scabby knees
and skeeter scars from falling asleep under the bridge all night
Spanky: so i'm more of like a Lt. Dan veteran
me: als;kjdfa;lskdfjadf
Spanky: before he got new legs
me: well ya that's the vision that comes to mind
cept you have legs
a;lsdfjwoifjsdf
Spanky: yes, yes i do
;laksjd;f
omg
i want to save this chat
Christ
me: don't bring him into this again
Spanky: jebus?
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Things that have begun to annoy the crap outta me at work...
1. People that carry on a conversation right by a door so that you can't really open the door and then you have to walk around them to get out....MOVE!
2. People that carry on a conversation at the end of the escalator, so that you have to perform a ninja move in order to not get sucked up by the escalator when you get off....MOVE!
3. People that, as soon as the elevator doors open try to get on, nevermind that the elevator is full of people trying to get off. Can ya wait a minute and check before you come barging in with your nose in your iPhone....
4. And seen yesterday...People that wear shirts that show their midriff. Seriously Jeans Day doesn't mean Slut Day additionally not everyone wants to see that, I don't care that you are working your boss for a promotion, decency would be nice.
Man I must be getting old.
2. People that carry on a conversation at the end of the escalator, so that you have to perform a ninja move in order to not get sucked up by the escalator when you get off....MOVE!
3. People that, as soon as the elevator doors open try to get on, nevermind that the elevator is full of people trying to get off. Can ya wait a minute and check before you come barging in with your nose in your iPhone....
4. And seen yesterday...People that wear shirts that show their midriff. Seriously Jeans Day doesn't mean Slut Day additionally not everyone wants to see that, I don't care that you are working your boss for a promotion, decency would be nice.
Man I must be getting old.
Monday, February 28, 2011
This Kid That Moved In With Us...
So about nine months ago, this kid named Fletcher decided to come live with us.
This is Fletcher. He came from my womb.
He likes to eat...and get it all over his face.
He also likes to crawl under his bouncy seat, its way more fun than sitting in it.
He liked playing with this cooler until he pinched his fingers...
He also likes getting into Mommy's purse...luckily he's way more into the coffee than he is to getting money out of my wallet. We'll see how long this lasts.
Things he doesn't like...He's not terribly fond of the snow.
But he'll get over it.
I Did It!
I've been thinking about it for weeks. Contemplating it, weighing the pros and cons... and finally I decided it was time. It was time for me to quit Facebook.
I had over 200 "friends" and I had about 50 of them hidden, because they annoyed the ever living crap outta me. Those that I didn't have hidden either never posted or they posted so much they began to fill up my news feed and my actual friends began to annoy me because that was all I saw.
I mean I know your kids are cute but I don't want to read about every trivial cute snicker they make, I know you love your husband but I don't want you going on Facebook every other day to tell me how much you love him and how sweet he is and how much you love your family. Between all that and the constant complaining and people getting into my business I was just done. Not to mention, I was done feeling like a stalker. All I would do is waste time going on Facebook and peer into others peoples lives, in some respects learning things that honestly I don't care to know about some person I haven't even spoken with in real life for over 10 years.
So I'm done with the stalking, I'm done with the time waster, I'm done reading posts about how great your life is and I'm done reading about how shitty your life is. I'm back to being the selfish me, and fill up and entire blog with me....They say Facebook is for self-centered narcissistic people, well I guess its just not big enough for me...
I had over 200 "friends" and I had about 50 of them hidden, because they annoyed the ever living crap outta me. Those that I didn't have hidden either never posted or they posted so much they began to fill up my news feed and my actual friends began to annoy me because that was all I saw.
I mean I know your kids are cute but I don't want to read about every trivial cute snicker they make, I know you love your husband but I don't want you going on Facebook every other day to tell me how much you love him and how sweet he is and how much you love your family. Between all that and the constant complaining and people getting into my business I was just done. Not to mention, I was done feeling like a stalker. All I would do is waste time going on Facebook and peer into others peoples lives, in some respects learning things that honestly I don't care to know about some person I haven't even spoken with in real life for over 10 years.
So I'm done with the stalking, I'm done with the time waster, I'm done reading posts about how great your life is and I'm done reading about how shitty your life is. I'm back to being the selfish me, and fill up and entire blog with me....They say Facebook is for self-centered narcissistic people, well I guess its just not big enough for me...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Watching RAW and Remembering War
So last night, Mr. Vasey and I were settled in and watching Monday Night Raw. Just to give you a quick rundown of what was happening...John Cena was fired becuase he didn't help the leader of the Nexus win the title, but before he left he vowed to take down every member of the Nexus, and last night on Raw he started his revenge.
Towards the end of the show, there was a part that showed two memebers of the Nexus sort of creeping around backstage, in what looked like the broiler room, trying to hide from John Cena, speaking in hushed tones trying to figure out their next move...for some strange reason this brought back my own memories of a war that played out in my town, a war that went on every summer in the mornings before the pool opened...and what were the sides fighting for you might ask? Nothing but bragging rights...
Little Miss Amy Langley and I grew up together. Our families were almost mirror images of each other. Her older sister and my older sister were the same age, her older brother and my older brother...the same age, her and I... the same age, the only flaw in the mirror was in my little sister and her little brother, bout the same age, but you know after a certain age, boys and girls just don't get along...but nevertheless our families did everything together, spent New Years together, our parents would get together and play cards while us kids all played it was perfect...
Amy and I we didn't live all that far from eachother so I would generally walk over to her house and we'd play with matchbox cars in her mothers flower beds, play Wheel of Fortune on their computer, devise ways to break into her neighbors playhouse, or we'd get together with other kids and play a game we called war.
From what I remember about war, it was like a massive game of hide and seek, only you were on teams and you hunted other teams. The playing field was pretty big, basically the neighborhood, hiding in people's backyards, it was a free range...so you'd go out in the neighborhood, and try to find other kids all the while not getting found yourself. I just remember creeping around a lot in other peoples backyards trying to find a good hiding space, crawling under patios, climbing trees, jumping fences all in the name of war. Speaking in hushed tones trying to devise our game plan, and making it back to the house without getting caught...what happened if you got caught? Well I guess we either got taken hostage, or possibly become the bad guys and have to be chased the next game. I really don't remember...
Doesn't really matter I guess, just one of those games kids make up to pass the time before they are able to spend the afternoon at the pool to cool off on a hot summer day.
Towards the end of the show, there was a part that showed two memebers of the Nexus sort of creeping around backstage, in what looked like the broiler room, trying to hide from John Cena, speaking in hushed tones trying to figure out their next move...for some strange reason this brought back my own memories of a war that played out in my town, a war that went on every summer in the mornings before the pool opened...and what were the sides fighting for you might ask? Nothing but bragging rights...
Little Miss Amy Langley and I grew up together. Our families were almost mirror images of each other. Her older sister and my older sister were the same age, her older brother and my older brother...the same age, her and I... the same age, the only flaw in the mirror was in my little sister and her little brother, bout the same age, but you know after a certain age, boys and girls just don't get along...but nevertheless our families did everything together, spent New Years together, our parents would get together and play cards while us kids all played it was perfect...
Amy and I we didn't live all that far from eachother so I would generally walk over to her house and we'd play with matchbox cars in her mothers flower beds, play Wheel of Fortune on their computer, devise ways to break into her neighbors playhouse, or we'd get together with other kids and play a game we called war.
From what I remember about war, it was like a massive game of hide and seek, only you were on teams and you hunted other teams. The playing field was pretty big, basically the neighborhood, hiding in people's backyards, it was a free range...so you'd go out in the neighborhood, and try to find other kids all the while not getting found yourself. I just remember creeping around a lot in other peoples backyards trying to find a good hiding space, crawling under patios, climbing trees, jumping fences all in the name of war. Speaking in hushed tones trying to devise our game plan, and making it back to the house without getting caught...what happened if you got caught? Well I guess we either got taken hostage, or possibly become the bad guys and have to be chased the next game. I really don't remember...
Doesn't really matter I guess, just one of those games kids make up to pass the time before they are able to spend the afternoon at the pool to cool off on a hot summer day.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Passive Aggressive
I just realized today where I mastered my passive aggressiveness from....
Working in call centers.
I have worked in call centers off and on for 5 years. Its not something I'm proud of, in fact I hate working in call centers, but when you have too much credit card debt and too many car payments and a mortgage payment that kept going up because your escrow keeps being short because of taxes; you gots to do what you gots to do.
And as luck would have it, or well maybe not luck, but just life maybe...I don't know, but anyway I'm actually quite good at customer service. I have a great phone voice, I communicate effectively, I speak proper English and I can even stumble my way through a Spanish call enough to get a phone number and politely say good-bye so that someone somewhere can help the person.
But alas, I realized that, through no fault of my own, working in call centers actually helped me perfect the art of passive aggressive behavior. And additionally it has also helped me to become one of the most sarcastic people I know with some of the driest humor. Which I have also found is not a favorite personality trait of mine...
Below you will find an excerpt from a Gmail chat from earlier today with a friend and former co-worker at said call center:
Couple of things. 1. Nic's thing refers to a birthday party. 2. ;alsjdfl;jwoeifjasldkfjeo or anything that looks similar is our version of LOL, we think it is more fun and the longer the a;alksjfowiefjasdlkf is the funnier we thought it was....so al;skdjf s is just a chuckle but a;slkdfjwoiefjaslkdfweofjasldfj eo would be like ROTFL. 3. Oh snack is the same as oh snap!
Steph: what time is Nic's thing?
me: IDK...lemme look
Sept. 11th 7:30pm at Kim's House
Sent at 1:20 PM on Friday
me: are you gonna go there by yoself or did yo want to go with us?
we probably won't stay long btw...cuz we'll be takin fletch
Steph: i can't stay late i have to be at XPS in the morning, and i'm so tired
all the managers are standing around staring at Melissa; i think they're going to sing happy bday to her, but no one will start
they look stupid
me: they are stupid
yer mom's stupid
Sent at 1:29 PM on Friday
Steph: pish
they finally started singing, and i was on a call and the lady was piiiisssseed
me: cuz she could hear them?
Steph: yep
sounds like your business is having fun today while I'm getting collection calls from you people for a unit i no longer rent
'a;sldkfj;asdklj;asdf
me: well maybe you wouldn't get collection calls for a unit that got auctioned off if you woulda paid your bill
Steph: on snack
me: i probably woulda said that to her too but i woulda said it in a round about nicer way...so that i couldn't get in trouble, but so that she felt like a dumbass
i loved doing that to people...then she woulda hung up on me...and i woulda under my breath called her a fucking bitch after she hung or after i pushed mute Sent at 1:36 PM on Friday
Steph: ahh lynnette, i love how you think
And that is honestly what I would've done. What is wrong with singing happy birthday to someone? Is that really considered having a party? Seriously lady, do what I do when collectors call...don't answer.
Working in call centers.
I have worked in call centers off and on for 5 years. Its not something I'm proud of, in fact I hate working in call centers, but when you have too much credit card debt and too many car payments and a mortgage payment that kept going up because your escrow keeps being short because of taxes; you gots to do what you gots to do.
And as luck would have it, or well maybe not luck, but just life maybe...I don't know, but anyway I'm actually quite good at customer service. I have a great phone voice, I communicate effectively, I speak proper English and I can even stumble my way through a Spanish call enough to get a phone number and politely say good-bye so that someone somewhere can help the person.
But alas, I realized that, through no fault of my own, working in call centers actually helped me perfect the art of passive aggressive behavior. And additionally it has also helped me to become one of the most sarcastic people I know with some of the driest humor. Which I have also found is not a favorite personality trait of mine...
Below you will find an excerpt from a Gmail chat from earlier today with a friend and former co-worker at said call center:
Couple of things. 1. Nic's thing refers to a birthday party. 2. ;alsjdfl;jwoeifjasldkfjeo or anything that looks similar is our version of LOL, we think it is more fun and the longer the a;alksjfowiefjasdlkf is the funnier we thought it was....so al;skdjf s is just a chuckle but a;slkdfjwoiefjaslkdfweofjasldfj eo would be like ROTFL. 3. Oh snack is the same as oh snap!
Steph: what time is Nic's thing?
me: IDK...lemme look
Sept. 11th 7:30pm at Kim's House
Sent at 1:20 PM on Friday
me: are you gonna go there by yoself or did yo want to go with us?
we probably won't stay long btw...cuz we'll be takin fletch
Steph: i can't stay late i have to be at XPS in the morning, and i'm so tired
all the managers are standing around staring at Melissa; i think they're going to sing happy bday to her, but no one will start
they look stupid
me: they are stupid
yer mom's stupid
Sent at 1:29 PM on Friday
Steph: pish
they finally started singing, and i was on a call and the lady was piiiisssseed
me: cuz she could hear them?
Steph: yep
sounds like your business is having fun today while I'm getting collection calls from you people for a unit i no longer rent
'a;sldkfj;asdklj;asdf
me: well maybe you wouldn't get collection calls for a unit that got auctioned off if you woulda paid your bill
Steph: on snack
me: i probably woulda said that to her too but i woulda said it in a round about nicer way...so that i couldn't get in trouble, but so that she felt like a dumbass
i loved doing that to people...then she woulda hung up on me...and i woulda under my breath called her a fucking bitch after she hung or after i pushed mute Sent at 1:36 PM on Friday
Steph: ahh lynnette, i love how you think
And that is honestly what I would've done. What is wrong with singing happy birthday to someone? Is that really considered having a party? Seriously lady, do what I do when collectors call...don't answer.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Pretty people piss me off
Well not just pretty people but pretty people who think their poo don't stank.
The girls who walk with their chest out, butt swangin and won't even smile when you pass them in the hall or they almost run into you because their nose is so far up in the air they didn't see you as they were leaving the bathroom...
Well today I'd like to thank the City of Plano Utilities Man for attempting to put one such Pretty Beyotch in her place.
I've lived in the DFW area now for going on eight years and I have been honked at, flipped off, enticed to rear-end someone and tailgated for some of my less than desirable driving techniques. I have also seen the same happen to others, but today was the first time I saw someone get out of their car to berate someone for their driving. Luckily it wasn't for my driving.
I try to refrain from acting out on any of my own road rage ie. excessive honking, flipping people off or yelling...mostly because in Texas there is a concealed weapons law and frankly you just never know who may be packin' and who will flip out and decide to pop a cap in my arse.
I was heading to work this morning on the frontage road of the Dallas North Tollway, at this particular intersection there are 5 lanes. The u-turn lane, one for only turning left on the inside lanes, one for turning left in the outside lane and going straight. The next lane is a straight only lane and then there is the straight or right turn lane.
The Beyotch (who I might add had her blinker on to turn left in a straight only lane), me and the Plano Utilities Man were in the left turn/straight lane and a bunch of other cars were all stopped at the stop light...light turns green and we all go. The Utilities Man and I are required to make a wide left turn, Beyotch is required to go straight...but her in her cutesy little Mazda decide to go left illegally and then proceed to honk and throw a hissy fit to Mr. Utilities Man who is making his wide left turn and almost hits little Miss Prissy Pants who doesn't know how to drive. She keeps trying to nose butt her little Mazda to weasel around him, finally he cuts her off and the nose butt battle stops with no damage or collision.
This is where it gets interesting...Mr. Utilities Man gets out of his truck (pretty ballsy if you ask me given as I stated before you never know who has had a bad morning and is packin heat), and walks toward Little Miss Beyotch and starts yelling at the little Miss Lindsey Lohan. I try to nonchalantly roll down my window to hear what is going on...
While he's telling her he's supposed to be in that lane and she was supposed to go straight, she's flingin it right back at him explaining she was in the wide turn lane and he was supposed to turn into the middle lane...
I wanted to yell out "Lady you weren't even in the turn lane, you're lucky you don't have Mack blazoned on your pretty lil ass for turning left in straight only lane." But I didn't for my fear of the pretty people...
She was still talking smack to her steering wheel as the utilities guy shook his head and walked back to his truck, her arms flailing away throwing a little tissy...
Kinda made my morning...kinda wanted to see some blood
The girls who walk with their chest out, butt swangin and won't even smile when you pass them in the hall or they almost run into you because their nose is so far up in the air they didn't see you as they were leaving the bathroom...
Well today I'd like to thank the City of Plano Utilities Man for attempting to put one such Pretty Beyotch in her place.
I've lived in the DFW area now for going on eight years and I have been honked at, flipped off, enticed to rear-end someone and tailgated for some of my less than desirable driving techniques. I have also seen the same happen to others, but today was the first time I saw someone get out of their car to berate someone for their driving. Luckily it wasn't for my driving.
I try to refrain from acting out on any of my own road rage ie. excessive honking, flipping people off or yelling...mostly because in Texas there is a concealed weapons law and frankly you just never know who may be packin' and who will flip out and decide to pop a cap in my arse.
I was heading to work this morning on the frontage road of the Dallas North Tollway, at this particular intersection there are 5 lanes. The u-turn lane, one for only turning left on the inside lanes, one for turning left in the outside lane and going straight. The next lane is a straight only lane and then there is the straight or right turn lane.
The Beyotch (who I might add had her blinker on to turn left in a straight only lane), me and the Plano Utilities Man were in the left turn/straight lane and a bunch of other cars were all stopped at the stop light...light turns green and we all go. The Utilities Man and I are required to make a wide left turn, Beyotch is required to go straight...but her in her cutesy little Mazda decide to go left illegally and then proceed to honk and throw a hissy fit to Mr. Utilities Man who is making his wide left turn and almost hits little Miss Prissy Pants who doesn't know how to drive. She keeps trying to nose butt her little Mazda to weasel around him, finally he cuts her off and the nose butt battle stops with no damage or collision.
This is where it gets interesting...Mr. Utilities Man gets out of his truck (pretty ballsy if you ask me given as I stated before you never know who has had a bad morning and is packin heat), and walks toward Little Miss Beyotch and starts yelling at the little Miss Lindsey Lohan. I try to nonchalantly roll down my window to hear what is going on...
While he's telling her he's supposed to be in that lane and she was supposed to go straight, she's flingin it right back at him explaining she was in the wide turn lane and he was supposed to turn into the middle lane...
I wanted to yell out "Lady you weren't even in the turn lane, you're lucky you don't have Mack blazoned on your pretty lil ass for turning left in straight only lane." But I didn't for my fear of the pretty people...
She was still talking smack to her steering wheel as the utilities guy shook his head and walked back to his truck, her arms flailing away throwing a little tissy...
Kinda made my morning...kinda wanted to see some blood
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Ya...it's been a while.
I know, I know...I've been busy. I guess that's the best excuse I can come up with. The other might have to do with the fact that I had some really big news and frankly I was afraid I'd blab it on here and then the whole world would know before I even told like my family and friends.
But well now the cat is out of the bag and I feel comfortable enough to get back on here and do my weekly or maybe not so weekly purge of my ramblings.
So what's the big news you might ask? Or maybe not cuz you don't really care...well I'll tell ya anyway, the big news is....I'm pregnant. Yup, me. I'm going to be somebody's mom. So I thought maybe I'd share a few of the joys of being pregnant. Now I'm not going to hold back much, so you may not want to read this if you don't want to know too much about me.
1. Telling people you are pregnant. I absolutely hate telling people I am pregnant. Why? Because it's kinda like telling people you are having sex. I am married, have been for almost three years, but I don't like telling co-workers and casual acquantences that my husband and I concieved after a dissapointing Nebraska loss where I consumed like a bottle of wine and had about 4 shots of 100 proof peppermint schnapps. (Of course I go in to detail about the specifics of the day I most likely concieved, you asked me if we planning a child? No we weren't really "planning" to have drunk sex that specific Saturday afternoon, it just sorta happened that way...am I dissapointed? No, the sex was great, drunk sex usually is, well unless you are too drunk...then its just frustrating) Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Good now we are on the same page.
Another thing I hate about telling people I'm pregnant is that a lot of people automatically look to your stomach when you tell them this. Like I'm already self-conscience enough about my body image, I don't like people looking at me and trying gauge how far along I might be by how fat I am. Just ask already...to my face...you've already asked me if it was planned, why not keep asking intruisive questions...
Furthermore, I know most people don't know this is annoying, but for a hormonal pregnant person it is. Don't ask this question "So are you excited?" Like seriously, what kind of a question is that to ask? And what kind of an answer do you expect to get? I sometimes like to mess with people and say, "No" with no explanation just to see thier reaction. I don't know why but this is a very uncomfortable question to answer and it seems most people ask it. Of course I'm excited, just because I'm not bouncing up and down the walls and shouting from every rooftop that Mr. Vasey blasted some sperm inside me and fertilized one of my eggs in which I am now intrusted with carrying around inside of me for like 9 months, doesn't mean I'm not excited. Nervous is more like it. I mean ya it'll be great to have a kid, one whom will probably be the most strangest lil thing to walk the earth, considering the gene pool it is coming from, but am I excited to squirt a watermelon out of me? Um...no, not so much.
2. Morning sickness. Morning sickness my ass, try all day sickness. The asstard that gave it the name morning sickness can pretty much shove his ever loving head even further up his arse if you ask me. For eight straight weeks, I felt like a warmed over ass turd damn near all day long, couple that with working 60 hours a week, being tired all the time and having to make it through a grueling holiday season. Morning sickness, ya you can pretty much kiss my ass.
3. Backed up and roids. No one ever told me about this. No one ever mentioned that I wouldn't be able to "go" for 3 days. No one told me that when I did go that it would look like a rabbit snuck up my ass and left the droppings in the toilet, even though it literally felt like I laid a rabbit and not its little turds. No one ever told me that becuase of this I would get hemmroids which would cause pooping out these little turds even more painful. And that's just the begining, it goes from little rabbit turds to ... well lets just say I never thought I would say this to my husband "Well that's the first time in about 2 weeks I didn't clog up the toilet."
"Gross," he says. "Why don't you do a courtesy flush?"
"Well you can't when its one piece." (ya I know)
I'm sorry there are no pictures with this post I thought it might be too graphic with the subject matter.
I'm sure someday Squirt (that's what we are naming him/her for now) will be proud of me...for enduring so much to bring him/her to life. And Mr. Vasey as well, as he has had to put up with me for the last 19 weeks and were are only almost half way there...
Me and Mr. Vasey on the alleged day of conception (or there abouts)
Sunday, December 13, 2009
And just when you think I over-exaggerate...
This...
I took these about 15 minutes ago.
The bottle man strikes again.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
So I'm not leaving my desk today
So I'm just sitting here working away on one of my reports, when I feel the need to stretch. I roll out, lean back and and let loose with a long ol' stretch...ahhhhhh feels good.
Then I look down, to readjust the pants, when I notice what looks to be (well I won't say what it looks to be, but more of what I know it to be, but others may percieve it as something entirely different) a bunch of doggie snot slash slobber spots on my black dress pants. Which hey...it happens right.
Thing is one of my doggies has this thing, we call him the nudger. Cuz well he likes to nudge your junk. Boy, girl, young, old, it doesn't really matter, he gets his nose right up in there and well...nudges. A tad embarrassing for his owners. But you know everyone has thier little quirks...it's just one of his.
So needless to say, I have a bunch of slobber slash doggie booger stains on the front crotch area of my pants...and I probably won't be leaving my cube at all today.
Well except to leave of course.
Then I look down, to readjust the pants, when I notice what looks to be (well I won't say what it looks to be, but more of what I know it to be, but others may percieve it as something entirely different) a bunch of doggie snot slash slobber spots on my black dress pants. Which hey...it happens right.
Thing is one of my doggies has this thing, we call him the nudger. Cuz well he likes to nudge your junk. Boy, girl, young, old, it doesn't really matter, he gets his nose right up in there and well...nudges. A tad embarrassing for his owners. But you know everyone has thier little quirks...it's just one of his.
So needless to say, I have a bunch of slobber slash doggie booger stains on the front crotch area of my pants...and I probably won't be leaving my cube at all today.
Well except to leave of course.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
It's ok if you steal a car, if it's from a zombie...
Mr. Vasey and I were given these totally cool watches.
Kinda like magical watches, they would do anything we wanted. But they kinda looked like those calculator watches from my childhood.
Well, we took these watches and decided to get some food....at a strip club. I guess they were having one of those all you can eat buffet's. Once we got to the strip club, this is where all hell breaks loose. Someone had gotten infected with, not the H1N1, but with zombie. So I had to use my super special watch to kill a few of the bastards, Mr. Vasey got some too, then we high tailed it outta there.
There was one more bad guy zombie stalking the front door, (as though there is such a thing of a good guy zombie) trying to catch unassuming innocents coming or going, Mr. Vasey got him. Then we were about to get into our car, when we spied a Viper. I thought to myself "Why should I take my crappy car when I can take this car." Told my watch to unlock the door. I tried the handle and it opened.
I looked back and there was a zombie making his way towards us, I don't know maybe it was his car, but he was in no condition to be driving, so I got behind the wheel. Told my trusty watch to start the car, and the engine came to life. Then I pulled away.
I felt pretty good stealing the car since, I figured the owner would be, if they weren't already turned into a zombie, they would be soon.
Mr. Vasey and I then drove off into the sunset.
Then I must've rolled over and someone thought I was awake, cuz then there was the distinct smell of doggie breath....
Kinda like magical watches, they would do anything we wanted. But they kinda looked like those calculator watches from my childhood.
Well, we took these watches and decided to get some food....at a strip club. I guess they were having one of those all you can eat buffet's. Once we got to the strip club, this is where all hell breaks loose. Someone had gotten infected with, not the H1N1, but with zombie. So I had to use my super special watch to kill a few of the bastards, Mr. Vasey got some too, then we high tailed it outta there.
There was one more bad guy zombie stalking the front door, (as though there is such a thing of a good guy zombie) trying to catch unassuming innocents coming or going, Mr. Vasey got him. Then we were about to get into our car, when we spied a Viper. I thought to myself "Why should I take my crappy car when I can take this car." Told my watch to unlock the door. I tried the handle and it opened.
I looked back and there was a zombie making his way towards us, I don't know maybe it was his car, but he was in no condition to be driving, so I got behind the wheel. Told my trusty watch to start the car, and the engine came to life. Then I pulled away.
I felt pretty good stealing the car since, I figured the owner would be, if they weren't already turned into a zombie, they would be soon.
Mr. Vasey and I then drove off into the sunset.
Then I must've rolled over and someone thought I was awake, cuz then there was the distinct smell of doggie breath....
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Going home
So it has been almost a month since Mr. Vasey, Flaire, Steamers and I returned from our very quick trip back to "The Good Life" ... back to Nebraska.
There are some things that I really miss about my hometown, and about Nebraska in general.
First and foremost there is Runza....
Oh how I love me some Runza
There really is nothing like a Swiss Mushroom Runza with Runza fries and everything dipped in a little tub o' Runza Ranch. Runza seriously has the best freaking Ranch in the entire world. It's a little bit like heaven on earth, I'm sure, actually no I'm positive it's heaven on earth. My mouth is watering just thinking about it....oh Runza how I miss thee.
If you have never had a Runza sandwich, then you need to go to Nebraska and have one. It truly is something that everyone should experience. I won't even go into details about how wonderful a Runza sandwich is becuase honestly I don't think you can handle it. Lets just say that it really should be considered one of the great wonders of the world. Those triangles out in the desert have got nothing on a Swiss Mushroom Runza...nothing.
The second thing about my home town that I especially enjoy is the purple house. It's somewhat of a landmark there.
"Where do you live?" one might say..."Oh just turn left at the purple house...."
Or someone lost, needing directions, "How do you get to the high school?" and once again..."Just turn at the purple house and it's a block down on the left."
We don't know street names, just landmarks...and the purple house is one of the best landmarks in town.
She is a majestic beast...a little weathered with time. But there is nothing cooler than having a purple house in your hometown. Especially a purple house with turquois trim, a psychadelic privacy fence and 2 Dish Network satellites in the front yard....
Ya I know, its really not much of a street.
I also took Mr. Vasey down to the crick. (It's crick not creek in these here parts) There was something I really wanted him to see.
This is the same crick that a few of us would tube down in the summers. When the water was high enough, all these rocks created "rapids" and gave us our thrill. This kind of tubing is not tubing for wussies. Many a teenager, myself included, usually came away with a few abrasions due to slipping off said tube, falling on said rocks and getting pushed downstream. But none of us died, none of us needed rescued...all in good fun. No one got their eyes poked out either.
So I made Mr. Vasey take a little walk with me, while I told him a story about the mystery of the Medicine Creek...
The old folks say that a terrible thing happened here about 70 odd years ago... a bunch of teenagers were down here at the crick 'parking' (if ya know what I mean) when the great earthquake of 1950 happened, I believe it was a 9.0 on the ol Richter Scale, and the earth just crumbled beneath them all and launched them straight into the water... They all perished, under her mighty current, they were helpless. The townspeople left the cars in the exact spot where they fell in. They were too devasted, losing so many young people, and also in rememberance of what happened that terrible night. They also used the wreckage as a lesson to the younger generation, to keep their hands to themselves....
No one is sure how many lost their lives that fateful evening. Some say 50 others say 100.
But legend has it, if you go down to the Medicine late at night you can hear their screams and water splashing as they gulp for air and fight for their lives...
Just kiddin', that's not really what happened...but the truth isn't nearly as exciting. Apparently these cars are there simply to stop or slow down erosion. To make sure the banks of the Medicine Creek don't wear away too much and take over the golf course, which is on the other side. See wasn't my story way better?
After our exhausting hike through the wilderness on the banks of the Medicine Creek, I thought I'd capture the tranquility of our downtown. On a Saturday afternoon, most businesses are closed, which allowed me to have my pick of parking spaces.
I really wish I could've seen Stan the One Man Band....
The main reason for the trip though wasn't to go sightseeing. It was really to celebrate the union of a very special pair. The patriarchs of our family. The people who raised seven children out on a farm south of town, the grandparents to over 20, and great-grandparents to gosh...I really don't know...but it's a lot, more than 20. But they've been together for over 60 years, and still share the love they had as newlyweds back in 1949.
So with our bellies full of my Uncle Roger's prime rib and cheesy potatoes, and a red mustache from drinking too much red drink (Kool-Aid to those of you not as saavy as Mr. Vasey and I) we said good-bye to Nebraski. It was a good trip and of course we'll be back.
Although one other thing worth mentioning is this.
If you ever find yourself driving along Interstate 70 in Kansas, make sure you look to the north.
There are simply hundreds and miles of windmills, and we decided that they change direction with the wind as well, becuase we swore they were facing the other way on the way up to Nebraska.
And they are huge, I kinda wanted to get out and go stand by one but they were pretty far off the highway, and probably a lot further away than one realizes. Plus Mr. Vasey said "no". But they gave us enough tailwind to push us along, back home to Texas.
So there you have it, all the sights and sounds from the heartland. From Nebraska "The Good Life"
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