Michael 'Moron' Moore - - - I don't think I would shed a tear if you disappeared. 'Nuff said.
It's 10:00pm and I don't have much I feel like saying tonight.....I am tired. That about sums it up. Life is great. My new laptop is a blast. I know it is supposed to be a 'tool'...but it's mostly a toy right now, while I am gleefully discovering all the neat bells and whistles that go along with it.
OH-and you gotta love work when you have a shared MP3 drive. Yes...a shared drive at work...music we can all access while working. And, it is actually decent music. Some Judas Priest, Kenny Chesney, Ludacris, Sara Evans, Aerosmith, Jimmy Buffett.....the list goes on and on. They need some Dashboard Confessional, though..and some Reverend Horton Heat. I shall share the love.
Oh, and I watched my first movie on my laptop....Fight Club. Nothing like breaking in a new computer with that bad boy, huh?
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Friday, August 27, 2004
Fried Pickles
This post only exists to annoy my sis, Joni.
I went to Hooters and had fried pickles. So there. (She loves fried pickles from Hooters....but she is approximately 2 1/2 hours from the nearest one....so I love to rub it in when I get to go there.) Dan and I sat there and watched football and unwound from the daily grind of TPS reports.
And, there was the cutest kid there, celebrating his 5th birthday. Absolutely adorable...and that boy was in heaven, because those waitresses were making the biggest fuss over him.
Where else can you expose your kid to booze and boobs at such a young age?
I went to Hooters and had fried pickles. So there. (She loves fried pickles from Hooters....but she is approximately 2 1/2 hours from the nearest one....so I love to rub it in when I get to go there.) Dan and I sat there and watched football and unwound from the daily grind of TPS reports.
And, there was the cutest kid there, celebrating his 5th birthday. Absolutely adorable...and that boy was in heaven, because those waitresses were making the biggest fuss over him.
Where else can you expose your kid to booze and boobs at such a young age?
Thursday, August 26, 2004
'Piss off a Democrat....Work Hard and Be Happy'
I saw the quote above on a bumper sticker, while spending the weekend in Austin with a liberal ex-friend of mine. (Why 'ex' you ask? Believe me, you don't want to know. It just about takes an act of God to make me banish someone from my life....but this person took the cake).
Anyway, is anyone else tired of the liberal leftist whining? It's not even remotely amusing any longer. It used to be that I could muster the occasional giggle at an out-and-out rant.....but, man...it's getting pathetic. EVEN from my avowed liberal friends! Hopefully, the 'Demon-crats' (or 'Demon-brats' as they are affectionately known around my household) can muster up some more entertainment. That's what they are there for - - (Yes, slam me, call me whatever you want. If you don't like what I say...start your own darn blog.)
Just remember....The Road to Hell is Paved with Democrats.
Much love and chocolate!
Anyway, is anyone else tired of the liberal leftist whining? It's not even remotely amusing any longer. It used to be that I could muster the occasional giggle at an out-and-out rant.....but, man...it's getting pathetic. EVEN from my avowed liberal friends! Hopefully, the 'Demon-crats' (or 'Demon-brats' as they are affectionately known around my household) can muster up some more entertainment. That's what they are there for - - (Yes, slam me, call me whatever you want. If you don't like what I say...start your own darn blog.)
Just remember....The Road to Hell is Paved with Democrats.
Much love and chocolate!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Extra Crispy, Please
Will someone please tell me why I continue to tan? I voluntarily subject myself to harmful UV rays just so that my pigmentation might resemble that of a ghost just slightly less than it does now.
Of course, my dermis rebels, and I come out looking like my favorite Veggie Tale character (and if you don't know which one that is...just ask)
Anyway - - two weeks in...and I am developing a nice color. Yes, RED is a color.
Let's see..what's on tap for this week? Work, work work....a Rangers game....work, work, work...and hopefully a movie. Oh, yeah...and then some more work.
In love with the Sari bedding from Bed, Bath and Beyond...but will have to sell my firstborn in order to get it. I have saved up enough..but can't seem to convince myself that it truly is a good idea to spend over $700 to outfit my bed. Sorry - but my bed doesn't need to dress better than I do.
There is also something oddly appealing about the Modern Romance bedding set by Nicole Miller. I think it is just a little too austere for me.
Of course, my dermis rebels, and I come out looking like my favorite Veggie Tale character (and if you don't know which one that is...just ask)
Anyway - - two weeks in...and I am developing a nice color. Yes, RED is a color.
Let's see..what's on tap for this week? Work, work work....a Rangers game....work, work, work...and hopefully a movie. Oh, yeah...and then some more work.
In love with the Sari bedding from Bed, Bath and Beyond...but will have to sell my firstborn in order to get it. I have saved up enough..but can't seem to convince myself that it truly is a good idea to spend over $700 to outfit my bed. Sorry - but my bed doesn't need to dress better than I do.
There is also something oddly appealing about the Modern Romance bedding set by Nicole Miller. I think it is just a little too austere for me.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Warning Labels
Have you ever wished that people came with warning labels? Seriously - like 'Pathological Liar and Remorseless Cheater' (yes, you know who you are...and may God have mercy on your rotting black soul, buddy!)
Then again, I would hate to see what mine said...(Non-Committal Social Butterfly? Best of Intentions, with no Follow-Through?)
Still, if I could tattoo a warning label on one particular person's head, to warn the general population, I would do it in a heartbeat.......
Then again, I would hate to see what mine said...(Non-Committal Social Butterfly? Best of Intentions, with no Follow-Through?)
Still, if I could tattoo a warning label on one particular person's head, to warn the general population, I would do it in a heartbeat.......
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Mondays
Why must I go through three Mondays this week? I think God owes me a couple of Saturdays for the week I have been having.
Let's see....I went back to Abilene on Sunday (left Ft. Worth at 6:30am on Sunday, to be exact) to pack up the remainder of my large furniture so that it could be hauled here to the DFW area in a UHaul moving truck.
(Note to self: NEVER make moving arrangements with friends...and never let them take your furniture with promises to have it delivered 'that afternoon'. My dining room chairs are scratched and nicked horribly...and my friends aren't the least bit concerned. I am upset. Wait...let me rephrase that...I am UPSET. I just bought that furniture less than a year ago. Somehow it made it through two moves with me with NO blemishes...but the one time I entrust it to friends.....it arrives looking like I picked it up secondhand at a Goodwill store. Plus - my friend is put out with me....all because he didn't plan ahead. Long story, no use in rehashing it. I just know that next time the words 'professional movers' will be in my vocabulary. At least you can expect them to take care of your furniture - - or to at least carry insurance to cover damage they cause.)
Anyway. That was Sunday.......but it felt like a Monday.
Monday can simply be labeled one of the top five bad days I have ever had in my life. It ranks right up there. The divorce became final at 9:30am. I sat in a courtroom, with only a judge, a bailiff and a court reporter. I felt so abandoned and ashamed.....not a part of the establishment....and not really wanting to be there or to be going through the machinations of the divorce machine. I cried. Yes...on the stand, I cried. I just wanted out of there so badly. Why were there so many questions? I didn't want to answer questions....I just wanted someone to stamp the pieces of paper and let me get on with my life. My ex-husband couldn't be bothered to show up, or take care of any of it. It's sad...the person who truly wanted the divorce couldn't screw up the courage or take any responsibility for getting it done.
But it is done.
And, today is shaping up to be yet another Monday.....
Now I am back in the DFW area, starting to lay out the pieces of my life.....trying to fit them here and there, to find some semblance....some meaning. I am looking at a 1,000 piece puzzle with no picture for a guide, and trying to find which notch matches which groove. And...no...there isn't a rectangular border that I can work within......
Let's see....I went back to Abilene on Sunday (left Ft. Worth at 6:30am on Sunday, to be exact) to pack up the remainder of my large furniture so that it could be hauled here to the DFW area in a UHaul moving truck.
(Note to self: NEVER make moving arrangements with friends...and never let them take your furniture with promises to have it delivered 'that afternoon'. My dining room chairs are scratched and nicked horribly...and my friends aren't the least bit concerned. I am upset. Wait...let me rephrase that...I am UPSET. I just bought that furniture less than a year ago. Somehow it made it through two moves with me with NO blemishes...but the one time I entrust it to friends.....it arrives looking like I picked it up secondhand at a Goodwill store. Plus - my friend is put out with me....all because he didn't plan ahead. Long story, no use in rehashing it. I just know that next time the words 'professional movers' will be in my vocabulary. At least you can expect them to take care of your furniture - - or to at least carry insurance to cover damage they cause.)
Anyway. That was Sunday.......but it felt like a Monday.
Monday can simply be labeled one of the top five bad days I have ever had in my life. It ranks right up there. The divorce became final at 9:30am. I sat in a courtroom, with only a judge, a bailiff and a court reporter. I felt so abandoned and ashamed.....not a part of the establishment....and not really wanting to be there or to be going through the machinations of the divorce machine. I cried. Yes...on the stand, I cried. I just wanted out of there so badly. Why were there so many questions? I didn't want to answer questions....I just wanted someone to stamp the pieces of paper and let me get on with my life. My ex-husband couldn't be bothered to show up, or take care of any of it. It's sad...the person who truly wanted the divorce couldn't screw up the courage or take any responsibility for getting it done.
But it is done.
And, today is shaping up to be yet another Monday.....
Now I am back in the DFW area, starting to lay out the pieces of my life.....trying to fit them here and there, to find some semblance....some meaning. I am looking at a 1,000 piece puzzle with no picture for a guide, and trying to find which notch matches which groove. And...no...there isn't a rectangular border that I can work within......