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?

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?

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.

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...

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.

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.