Happy Bday to my sexy lady..
May we have many more Bdays together.. And may we share many more colds together.. Although the cold part sucks.. Lova ya lots
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
While you're at it, why not just tell them that I have sex for money?
In one short visit with Jeff's parents, he managed to tell them that I sell sex toys RIGHT BEFORE entertaining them with stories of our adventures in the Adults Only room of Mammoth Video last weekend. ("So there we were in the porn room, right?") And then he couldn't understand why, once we got back into his Jeep, I (repeatedly) whacked him upside the head with the birthday card I had just received.
I mean, I'm not ashamed of my job with Pure Romance--not by any means--but does his father really need to know about it?? And I'm not sure that his mom needs to hear stories of me dragging her only child, her precious little boy, into the Smut Room--because yes, he DID tell them that I'M the one who suggested going in there! (Granted, I WAS, but again, he didn't have to tell his MOTHER that!)
It's a good thing I love him so much.
In one short visit with Jeff's parents, he managed to tell them that I sell sex toys RIGHT BEFORE entertaining them with stories of our adventures in the Adults Only room of Mammoth Video last weekend. ("So there we were in the porn room, right?") And then he couldn't understand why, once we got back into his Jeep, I (repeatedly) whacked him upside the head with the birthday card I had just received.
I mean, I'm not ashamed of my job with Pure Romance--not by any means--but does his father really need to know about it?? And I'm not sure that his mom needs to hear stories of me dragging her only child, her precious little boy, into the Smut Room--because yes, he DID tell them that I'M the one who suggested going in there! (Granted, I WAS, but again, he didn't have to tell his MOTHER that!)
It's a good thing I love him so much.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Baby momma drama.
Here's the update on the situation with "my baby's momma." I know it's been a few days but frankly, I was pretty upset and didn't want to talk about it.
Basically, when we talked, she told me that she "wasn't ready for Amanda to know the truth" and she "was Amanda's mom and didn't want that to change" and she "didn't want to have to share Amanda"--which apparently is what she thinks is going to happen once Amanda finds out. Notice that it's all about HER and not about what might be best for the actual kid involved. The closest she came to being concerned about Amanda's best interest was stating that she had just started middle school and she was just getting settled and she didn't want to throw this kind of upheaval into her life. Oh--and there is a divorce and a bankruptcy in their near future, and she thinks that Amanda will have enough to deal with with all of that.
So, not only am I upset about ANOTHER mind change but now I got to hear all the details about the crap that's been going on in their family. Sure looks like I picked a healthy, stable environment for my daughter, huh? No money and a broken home? Shit, *I* could have given her that.
Anyway, as I said, it looks like she WON'T be told any time soon, after all. Oh--and apparently, Amanda witnessed various acts of domestic violence between her parents. Lovely. (Although, I must say, if there was ever a justifiable reason for hitting a woman, I'd say that Juan has it.)
And that's all I have to say about that.
On a positive note--I'm back on the patch. 24 hours cigarette free--and counting!
Here's the update on the situation with "my baby's momma." I know it's been a few days but frankly, I was pretty upset and didn't want to talk about it.
Basically, when we talked, she told me that she "wasn't ready for Amanda to know the truth" and she "was Amanda's mom and didn't want that to change" and she "didn't want to have to share Amanda"--which apparently is what she thinks is going to happen once Amanda finds out. Notice that it's all about HER and not about what might be best for the actual kid involved. The closest she came to being concerned about Amanda's best interest was stating that she had just started middle school and she was just getting settled and she didn't want to throw this kind of upheaval into her life. Oh--and there is a divorce and a bankruptcy in their near future, and she thinks that Amanda will have enough to deal with with all of that.
So, not only am I upset about ANOTHER mind change but now I got to hear all the details about the crap that's been going on in their family. Sure looks like I picked a healthy, stable environment for my daughter, huh? No money and a broken home? Shit, *I* could have given her that.
Anyway, as I said, it looks like she WON'T be told any time soon, after all. Oh--and apparently, Amanda witnessed various acts of domestic violence between her parents. Lovely. (Although, I must say, if there was ever a justifiable reason for hitting a woman, I'd say that Juan has it.)
And that's all I have to say about that.
On a positive note--I'm back on the patch. 24 hours cigarette free--and counting!
Thursday, October 21, 2004
The Grinch who Stole Halloween
The company I work at always celebrates holidays in big ways. Halloween has always been one of the biggest with a Pumpkin Carving Contest, a Costume Contest and a Pot Luck Party. We adults look forward to the fun of the Halloween party, slacking off for the afternoon to have fun.
This year, because some people in the company don't want to participate in the team event, our president has decided that we won't have any festivities at all.
I have always been a big supporter of tolerance for all beliefs, but (you knew there’d be a but, right?) now that it’s effecting me personally I’m wondering why is it that “tolerance” means no one gets to celebrate anything? I support people not participating in things they don’t believe in, but why does that mean that I don’t get to do them either? A variety of traditions should make our lives more fun with more things to celebrate, not leave us with nothing to celebrate at all. :(
Is this just how the world is going to be from now on?
The company I work at always celebrates holidays in big ways. Halloween has always been one of the biggest with a Pumpkin Carving Contest, a Costume Contest and a Pot Luck Party. We adults look forward to the fun of the Halloween party, slacking off for the afternoon to have fun.
This year, because some people in the company don't want to participate in the team event, our president has decided that we won't have any festivities at all.
I have always been a big supporter of tolerance for all beliefs, but (you knew there’d be a but, right?) now that it’s effecting me personally I’m wondering why is it that “tolerance” means no one gets to celebrate anything? I support people not participating in things they don’t believe in, but why does that mean that I don’t get to do them either? A variety of traditions should make our lives more fun with more things to celebrate, not leave us with nothing to celebrate at all. :(
Is this just how the world is going to be from now on?
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
I knew he was too good to be true.
I know many of you love Jeff as much as I do--and that's why I am saddened to tell you that, after five months, I have stumbled across his fatal flaw. I woke up from my Sunday nap today and found him on the couch doing something so perverse, so unnatural, that I know wonder if I ever really knew him at all. And to do it while his girlfriend was home--it's like he almost WANTED to get caught, you know?
I walked out into the living room today...this is so hard to talk about. I mean, he was so wrapped up in what he was doing that he didn't even notice me at first.
He was watching FROM JUSTIN TO KELLY.
I know, I know. Right now, you're all trying to get that horrible image out of your heads, aren't you? Trust me, the picture is seared into my brain. I'm sure I'll see it when I lay down to go to sleep tonight.
Now, in his defense, he says that he was watching American Wedding and that this was just the next movie to come on.
Sure, buddy. People with deviant desires such as yours ALWAYS have an excuse.
Alas, the dream is over.
I know many of you love Jeff as much as I do--and that's why I am saddened to tell you that, after five months, I have stumbled across his fatal flaw. I woke up from my Sunday nap today and found him on the couch doing something so perverse, so unnatural, that I know wonder if I ever really knew him at all. And to do it while his girlfriend was home--it's like he almost WANTED to get caught, you know?
I walked out into the living room today...this is so hard to talk about. I mean, he was so wrapped up in what he was doing that he didn't even notice me at first.
He was watching FROM JUSTIN TO KELLY.
I know, I know. Right now, you're all trying to get that horrible image out of your heads, aren't you? Trust me, the picture is seared into my brain. I'm sure I'll see it when I lay down to go to sleep tonight.
Now, in his defense, he says that he was watching American Wedding and that this was just the next movie to come on.
Sure, buddy. People with deviant desires such as yours ALWAYS have an excuse.
Alas, the dream is over.
Friday, October 15, 2004
I'm sorry...
...but I HAVE to post this link I found on Eric's blog. I tried to restrain myself, I really did...
http://www.thatsuncalledfor.com/debate_notes/
Hopefully, even you crazy Republican kids will get a kick out of it.
...but I HAVE to post this link I found on Eric's blog. I tried to restrain myself, I really did...
http://www.thatsuncalledfor.com/debate_notes/
Hopefully, even you crazy Republican kids will get a kick out of it.
Amanda.
I talked to my daughter's mom today. For those of you who have lost count, she is now 11 (12 this January) and in 6th grade. Right now she has straight A's (4 As, 2 A+s and 2 A-s). All of her coaches say she's a natural athlete (BIG surprise there, no idea where THAT is coming from). She's really good at basketball (she recently made 25 baskets in a row), swimming and softball. The gym teacher also wants her to play football but Andrea doesn't want her too. Amanda is active with her church--the Latter Day Saints--and I guess if she maintains a 4.0 all through high school, she gets a full ride to Bringham Young University. She has a job (paper route) and is already saving for her first car, a VW Beetle.
And I forgot to mention: Andrea says that Amanda laughs just like me. Isn't that weird? Mom and I have the same laugh, but I grew up around her. Isn't it crazy that my child, who was raised in a completely separate household environment, STILL has my same exact laugh?
I just had to brag, since I hardly ever get to do that. ;)
I talked to my daughter's mom today. For those of you who have lost count, she is now 11 (12 this January) and in 6th grade. Right now she has straight A's (4 As, 2 A+s and 2 A-s). All of her coaches say she's a natural athlete (BIG surprise there, no idea where THAT is coming from). She's really good at basketball (she recently made 25 baskets in a row), swimming and softball. The gym teacher also wants her to play football but Andrea doesn't want her too. Amanda is active with her church--the Latter Day Saints--and I guess if she maintains a 4.0 all through high school, she gets a full ride to Bringham Young University. She has a job (paper route) and is already saving for her first car, a VW Beetle.
And I forgot to mention: Andrea says that Amanda laughs just like me. Isn't that weird? Mom and I have the same laugh, but I grew up around her. Isn't it crazy that my child, who was raised in a completely separate household environment, STILL has my same exact laugh?
I just had to brag, since I hardly ever get to do that. ;)
Could I get a Darwin Award, please?
Yeah, I'm still alive, but this might qualify anyway...
Yesterday I had to change Brent's pull-up in the van. We have a Dodge Caravan, the kind where the seats fold down into the floor. One of the 3rd row seats was folded down, the other side was not. So while INSIDE the van already, I decided there wasn't enough room and wanted the other side folded down as well. And being too lazy to get OUT and do it the right way (from outside at the back of the van), I decided I was cool enough to be able to do it from the inside, in front of the seat. I had to reach WAY around to pull the release thing and, in doing so, was all scrunched up against the seat.
This may be hard to visualize, especially if you aren't familiar with the folding seats, but just TRY.
Brent and I were talking, so half of my attention was on the seat, half on our conversation. I finally reached the release thing and the back of the seat came FLYING down on the top of my head, snapping my mouth shut so hard I chipped a fucking tooth.
I'll give you a second to stop laughing at me before I continue...
It's not noticeable to anyone but me (not even John); it's on the back of one of my bottom teeth. Still, I can feel it and it's bugging the hell out of me. And I had a BITCH of a headache the rest of the day.
John has taken to calling me Hillbilly. I think, if I don't win a Darwin for this brilliant act, I may move down-river so I can be at peace with my Hillbilly-toothless-ness...
Yeah, I'm still alive, but this might qualify anyway...
Yesterday I had to change Brent's pull-up in the van. We have a Dodge Caravan, the kind where the seats fold down into the floor. One of the 3rd row seats was folded down, the other side was not. So while INSIDE the van already, I decided there wasn't enough room and wanted the other side folded down as well. And being too lazy to get OUT and do it the right way (from outside at the back of the van), I decided I was cool enough to be able to do it from the inside, in front of the seat. I had to reach WAY around to pull the release thing and, in doing so, was all scrunched up against the seat.
This may be hard to visualize, especially if you aren't familiar with the folding seats, but just TRY.
Brent and I were talking, so half of my attention was on the seat, half on our conversation. I finally reached the release thing and the back of the seat came FLYING down on the top of my head, snapping my mouth shut so hard I chipped a fucking tooth.
I'll give you a second to stop laughing at me before I continue...
It's not noticeable to anyone but me (not even John); it's on the back of one of my bottom teeth. Still, I can feel it and it's bugging the hell out of me. And I had a BITCH of a headache the rest of the day.
John has taken to calling me Hillbilly. I think, if I don't win a Darwin for this brilliant act, I may move down-river so I can be at peace with my Hillbilly-toothless-ness...
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