So, I'm at work alone this morning. Co-Worker is out today - with her kids for Halloween. Another excuse that people with kids use to take a day off. Could you imagine if I asked for Halloween off? There would be a bloody war with the likes you and I have never seen before. Of course, I can't bitch (but I will) because I'm going to be out a week from this Friday with my sister coming into town on Thursday night. As many of you already know, my middle sister's birthday is coming up and we're giving her a 50th birthday party. I say "we" very loosely because it's actually my niece that's giving the party. Sort of. Only, she's not paying for it. Well, I should say she's only paying a small portion of it. The rest of the bill is being footed by myself and my oldest sister. As most of you already know (and I won't get into all the bloody details about it). Let's just say I talked to her again last night and asked her what she intended to do if the numerous guests she invited decide to bring a guest. And, here's a sample of that conversation:
Me:Brat, I noticed that you addressed and only counted one person per envelope. How are we going to handle it if they decide to bring a guest? Brat:I didn't think about that until you told me earlier. Me:So, your thoughts? Brat:Well, I'm going to tell them that they are welcome to bring a guest, but will have to pay for their guests meal since we are on a budget. Me:Well, that's kind of tacky, but whatever. Brat:Well, I can't afford to pay for them. What about you? (hint - can you pay more Aunt Sue?) Me:No. I'm already chipping in enough. Brat:Okay, then when they call to RSVP I'll ask how many will be attending and tell them then.
Which, really, I think is very tacky, but fine because I have a hunch that some of these people won't attend if they have to pay for the guest. I could be wrong, but I think if I was invited to a party and was told that I can go for free but I have to pay for my husband I might just skip the party. But, who knows how people will react to stuff like this. I just decided I'm not going to let it get to me and just play along. I don't want that level of involvement in this train wreck that's about to derail. Okay, I love my niece. I do. She's actually very sweet and kind - she's just kind of got a loose grip on reality sometimes, very much like her mother. It's really not my niece's fault she inherited her mothers lack of common sense. I know it's not a good excuse - however, after reading the following conversation I had with my sister regarding speed limits and the amount of time it takes to travel from one place to another, you'll see why my niece is the way she is:
Sister:Well, I'm going to be driving 120 miles so I suppose it'll probably take me 3 hours to get there. Me:It's all highway and 65 mile an hour speed limits. How do you figure it'll take 3 hours? Are you going to drive 40 miles an hour the whole way? Sister:What do you mean? No, I'll be doing the speed limit - plus about 5 at 70 miles an hour. Me:If you travel at 70 miles an hour for 3 hours you would have gone about 210 miles. Sister:I'm not getting you. Me:You DO know what the MPH stands for, right? Sister:Yes, miles per hour. Me:Ok, so, if you're going 60 miles per hour, then how far will you go in an hour? Sister:I don't know. Are you stopping along the way? Me:What? What the hell....no, you're going straight thru. Sister:I'm not sure. Me:You would go 60 miles nitwit! What is 60 times 1 (as in one hour)? Sister:60...OOOOHHHHH!! I never realized that was what that meant!!
And I rest my case. I love her, but what a dingbat!!
Side note: if anybody knows how to turn off the annoying border around the graphics, I would love you for live. And, I obviously have border=0 in the html code but it's still there. Thank you.
It's Monday, and I'm suffering from yet another weekend hangover. You know what I'm talking about - the weekend is over and you're at work and all you really want to do is just do the weekend over. That, combined with the fact I forgot my glasses today and I'm wearing my contacts is really not a good thing. As a matter of fact, right now, I would like to scratch my fucking eyes out. It's a pain in the ass to wear these plastic discs things when I'm tired.
I was late for work by almost a half an hour due to fucking traffic. I really hate traffic - have I mentioned this before? Not sure I have so I figured I better bring it up again. Fortunately, nobody was here yet so there isn't anybody to kick my ass for being late.
Bears go to 7 and 0 beating the San Francisco 49'ers 41 to 10. The Bears had it done in the first quarter but decided to stick around long enough to let some of the second stringer's play a little. I'm hopeful for a Super Bowl appearance, but there's still a lot of games to go. One more at home against Miami then it's 3 on the road - the Jets, the Giants, and the Patriots. So, we'll see.....
Friday night we went to a Halloween party and met Jesus. Actually, there were two of them and I wasn't sure which one I should pray to so I left the praying to the pregnant nun that showed up later. It was fun, although we didn't stay very late since Dennis had to be at work at 6 o'clock Saturday morning. Dennis only wore his costume for about half an hour and that's all he could take. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world to wear, so it didn't last long. But, got lotsa laughs.
Yea, my face is missing. I cut if off intentionally due to one message board that doesn't allow face photos. Actually, you're probably pretty lucky that my face isn't showing because I believe I'm making a stupid face to begin with. But, it's hard to tell since I'm pretty much always making a stupid face.
Woke up Saturday morning at about 6am with an incredible sinus headache. I couldn't get back to sleep due to the pounding so I took some cold/sinus stuff and, eventually, made it back to sleep. Unfortunately, I didn't wake up until around 3:30 Saturday afternoon and felt insanely groggy. But, we decided to hit up a few local bars in costume regardless. Until around 11:00 when the alcohol mixed with the cold/sinus medication and the fact that the thyroid medicine makes me feel a little dizzy totally put me under so we went home. Saturday night was a race to see if I could fall asleep before I barfed up a lung. You'll be happy to know that both of my lungs are indeed intact and everything went to plan - no puking that night.
Sunday, I lounged around all morning and afternoon watching the Bears beat the crap outta the 49ers then promptly decided that I really needed to get out of the house so I went to Dennis' band practice to check up on the boys. They're writing some really cool shit - personally, I feel that it is a lot better than Delta 32. Hopefully, they'll be playing out someplace soon. Then it was on to more great fun - grocery shopping. *ugh*
So, there you have it. Pretty boring, actually, but fun. Hope everybody had a nice weekend.
Are you ready for the biggest cliche this side of the Mississippi? Thank GOD it's Friday!
This week felt so long. Probably because I've had to deal with assholes all week. And I don't particularly like dealing with assholes. If I did, I would have become a proctologist - and after this week I feel I'm fully qualified in that profession.
However, the weekend will soon be upon me and it will, by the looks of it, be quite a busy one. We have the Halloween party tonight, not sure about tomorrow yet (except housework), and then on Sunday I'm planning on parking my lazy ass on the couch and watching the Bears go 7-0 against San Francisco (hopefully). But after the game against Arizona, who knows. Hopefully the offense will show up and not turn the ball over 6 times. I must keep the faith!
Today will be a short work day for me as I have to be at my doctors office at 2:00 to discuss this whole hypothyroid stuff with him. And, hopefully, he won't be a dick like the nurses in his office are. The main thing I want to discuss with him is getting a referral to an endrocrinologist. I liked the doctor just fine, but I will not put up with the idiots in his office.
Dennis is being dispatched today to a town I've never even heard of and couldn't tell you the name of to save my life. All I know is it's an hour and a half drive for him to get there and another hour and a half drive for him to get home. Which is bogus. Hopefully, he'll still be home in time to get ready to go to this party. But, if we're late, we're late. That's the way it goes!
So, in conclusion, everybody have a nice, safe, and happy weekend and
I originally intended to use this blog as a means for me to express myself in a healthy, uncaged kind of way. However, this is the real world and even on here I sometimes find myself suppressing what I really want to say. It has more to do with preserving the feelings of others than my own gratuitous need to really piss somebody off.
And this is where I find myself today. Suppressing what I'm feeling. I want so badly right now to send an open letter to a friend that I know reads this blog so she knows what's on my mind. But, today, I'm finding that is harder to do than I originally thought and this may not be the forum to conduct this one sided conversation. It's not that I haven't tried to talk to this person, I have. But, you know, when all else fails you do what you gotta do.
I'm not saying that by tomorrow I won't have a change of heart and let it all come out. But, for today, sometimes it's just best to leave well enough alone.
Fucking Blogger. Had the hardest time posting this today. Kept timing out, then I would have to retype. Not a good sign for today.
If you've already heard about this and don't want to hear about it anymore, then you should stop reading:
Now.
Ok, you're going to continue. So don't bitch me out for talking about something that you already know about okay? You've been warned.
If you're a daily blog reader you heard me bitching and moaning last week about having to go have a physical and the nasty vampire lady that stole my blood. So, yesterday, my doctor's office calls and the conversation goes something like this: (Surprise!!!)
Me: Hi, this is Sue. How can I help you? (in a very pleasant, non-threatening tone) Nurse Ratched: This is Nurse Ratched from your doctors office. Me: Good morning. And how may I be of service to you on this glorious Tuesday morning? Nurse Ratched: Your lab results came back and I need to call a prescription in for you. Me: A prescription? Nurse Ratched: Yes, a prescription you imbecile. Where do you want it filled? Me: A prescription for what? Nurse Ratched: A prescription for Shut the Hell Up. It's none of your business what it's for. Me: Wow, okay. Nurse Ratched: If you must know, you have a problem with your thyroid. Me: I do? What kind of problem? Nurse Ratched: Fuck! You ask a lot of stupid questions. How the fuck should I know? I'm a nurse. Me: Okay, so, does this thyroid problem have a name? Nurse Ratched: Fuck. Hold on. I'll have to check the file. Me: Take your time. Nurse Ratched: Ok, it says here - hmmm...I just had it - oh, here it is. Hypothyroid. Me: That's an underactive thyroid no? Nurse Ratched: I don't fucking know. Me: Okay, now what kind of prescription is this? Nurse Ratched: It's called synthoid, or something. Me: Are there any side effects from this drug? Nurse Ratched: Again, with the stupid questions. I'll have the doctor call you. Where do you want it filled? Me: Well, let's see. Should I have it filled by work or by home, let me think a second. Nurse Ratched: Don't fucking strain yourself. I'll just mail the thing to you and you can decide on your own time. Me: No, it's okay, fill it at the Walgreens by work. Nurse Ratched: I don't have time for this shit. I'll just mail it. *click*
note: for all you people who were born after Ronald Reagan took office, Nurse Ratched is the bitch ass, extremely uptight, masochistic nurse from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
And that was it. Okay, so her lines in that scenario were actually her inner dialog but I swear I did hear her say all that. Well, except for the cursing and name calling the conversation was pretty dead on. I did wind up getting the prescription filled and have begun, now, day 2 of this silly little game of taking a pill every morning. Of course, I still haven't talked to the doctor since he wasn't in yesterday. But after what I tell you next, I really need to make an appointment to sit down and talk with the sneaky bastard.
Naturally, since Nurse Ratchet was a complete BitchNurseMonster I decided to take it upon myself and do a little research on the internet. I was shocked, and I mean shocked at the symptoms and how I have almost all of them - except for a few. Mainly, weight gain and obesity is off the list. We all know by now that THAT doesn't apply here. But, who knows, if I've always had hypothyroid maybe that's why I shot up to 190 pounds to begin with. And it could explain why I'm always tired, cold, and irritable.
However, it was the very last symptom made my blood curl - it was infertility. And, as everybody probably knows by now, I've never ever been able to get my baby maker working. I haven't used birth control in 24 years. My vagina doctor claims everything appears as normal and there's no explanation. And it's not like I really want to get it to work at this stage of my life. Then I got to thinking - if the reason my oven is on the fritz is because of my thyroid, and I start taking medicine to get my thyroid pumping again could I possibly reverse the infertility and wind up pregnant? And if that's the case, then I should probably get on the pill immediately? But, I don't want to take the pill if it's not likely to do that. What a pickle!!
So, when the fucking doctor calls me I think I need to setup and appointment, not only to talk to his ass about what the hell is going on with my thyroid, but to tell him what a BitchNurseMonster his sorry excuse for a nurse is. And, we all know how much I bask in the glory of doing that!
I don't know if the following is authentic or not since it was, in fact, taken from the internet - but nothing would surprise me anymore. Celebs Who Claim They're Green but Guzzle Gas
Hybrid cars are all the rage in Hollywood. Celebrities drive them like they're a badge of honor. You save a few gallons of gas, you save the planet. Right? Well, not when you hop on a private jet and burn enough fuel to propel NASCAR through 2050.
Of course, the stars need to go here and there. The location shoots, the fabulous vacations, etc. But that's why God created United Airlines. hybrids, on the other hand, were created in the image of precious celebs.
Julia Roberts
On the ground: Roberts drives a Prius, which gets (at best) 60 miles to the gallon, shaving 30 miles off a normal car's m.p.g. In the air: Chicago/LA, 1,749 miles in a private jet, the route she took with Rupert Everett while shooting "My Best Friend's Wedding." Gas guzzled: 2,100 gallons of jet fuel. Prius Penance: Julia would have to drive 30,000 miles, or roughly once around the earth and then some to even out her consumption in the air. So Julia says: No word yet from Julia's rep.
Jennifer Lopez
On the ground: J-Lo tools around in her 60 miles-per-gallon Prius. In the air: LA /New York, 2,475 miles in a private jet. Lopez was actually sued by a private jet company for allegedly skipping out on the bill, though she says it's all a misunderstanding and she was not supposed to be billed. Gas guzzled: 2,750 gallons of jet fuel. Prius penance: She'd have to drive 45,000 miles, and that's a lot longer for Jenny than just going down the block. It's actually more like twice around the earth. So Jennifer says: There was no comment from Lopez's rep.
George Clooney
On the ground: George favors a Tango, an electric car that gets a whopping 135 miles to the charge. In the air: Los Angeles/Tokyo, 5500 miles in a private jet. Gas guzzled: 7,000 gallons of jet fuel. Electric shocker: Even with his super-saver Tango, he'll have to drive over 57 Oceans - Pacific Oceans to break even. So George says: Clooney's rep, publicist Stan Rosenfield, tells TMZ, "You clearly have no understanding of certain people's need for private transport," and points out that Clooney often has "no control" over his travel schedule.
Brad Pitt
On the ground: Eco-champ Brad is yet another Prius-lover, and he reportedly has several hybrids in his stable. In the air: Los Angeles/Namibia, 9,400 miles in a private jet. Gas guzzled: 11,000 gallons of jet fuel. Prius penance: Brad burned enough fuel to take a Prius to the moon. So Brad says: Pitt didn't have any comment. His rep tells TMZ that Pitt is out of the country.
And the true-blue Green Award goes to: Leo DiCaprio.
On the ground: Leo drives a Toyota Prius In the air: Leo flies just like us folk -- commercial, unless he positively must fly private because of scheduling. Prius penance: None.
Here we are again, another fucking Monday. Just another sign that the weekend of officially over. And another boring week in my life is complete.
Although, one positive thing about this Monday - my boss is taking me and my co-worker out to lunch. Of course, there being no free lunches in this world anymore, we have to go to our new office that is being built and meet with the person who is doing all of our furniture and layout. I'm still trying to comprehend the idea that so much thought and work needs to be put into where everything will be. It's not like there's 200 people that need to fit into a space made for 50 - there's only 4 workstations in the front, two offices, a lunchroom, and a back room. How hard can it be? Ummmm...let's see, 4 desks in the front, we'll put the copier here, we'll put the files here, and that's it. But, no, we've had to sit through 4 extremely boring meetings because my fussy co-worker keeps changing her mind on every single revision. Which is fine - I guess most people would find that this type of thing is fascinating and have very strong opinions about it. Me? Just tell me what day to be there and point in the direction of my desk and I'll figure it all out. Once we're there we're going to figure out that this doesn't belong there, or this makes more sense over here and we'll be moving everything anyway. It does mean, however, that we get out of work for a few hours to take care of this nonsense and the boss is buying lunch so I think I'm stop complaining about it.....now.
Anybody doing anything fun for Halloween? We haven't dressed up for Halloween for years. The last time, which was about 5 years ago, it was extremely disappointing, so say the least. Mostly because I was a huge fat ass and every costume was too small at the Halloween store and made me look like either a fat vampire, or a fat devil, or just fat in general. I wore this pathetic jester costume that made me look like the ugliest, fattest jester on the planet. And, this was all confirmed when I saw the pictures a week later. Of which I immediately destroyed in hopes that everybody was way too drunk to remember it. This year, that ain't gonna happen!
You know, Halloween parties are a great excuse for somewhat more conservative girls to dress like sluts - because you're just playing a part. And, for me, I won't be an exception this year! No, I'm not dressing up as a whore or as Madonna, just your ordinary, run of the mill, Nancy Sinatra looking go go dancer. Which will be fun, because I really dig the whole 60's thing and believe wholeheartedly that I completely missed my generation.
(side note: that's a good thing because if I HAD been older than 2 in 1965 I would be older than 43 now).
I've got the totally mod go go dancer mini dress and I just ordered some really far out white platform lace up go go boots on the internet over the weekend. I'm going to wear my hair in a headband with it really poofy at the scalp after the headband - and totally flipped up in the back. I'm going to paint a flower on my cheek and have a peace sign ecklace. Yea, groovy baby!
Here's a picture from the packaging. Granted, I won't look like HER in it, but oh well - I don't have as much to work with! The boots are EXACTLY like the ones in the picture.
My husband's costume on the other hand? Well, all I can say is that I always knew I married a big dick! A picture speaks a thousand words...
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Post me a message and tell me about your worst Halloween nightmare, and what your plans are this year.
I hate doctors. It's something to do with the white coats. People who can wear white coats are generally very cocky in my opinion. Mostly, because if I would wear a white coat you could set a timer on how long it would take to go from white to unwearable.
Yes, I have to go visit my doctor today. I saw him last Tuesday for a physical but wasn't told that I can't eat anything before the blood work. Which means I'm very hungry and very irritable this morning. I see food, I can smell food, but I can't have any food or anything other than water until after the doctor's office vampire steals some of my blood - which means I'm going to be hungry and irritable for the next 2 hours.
The doctor, after reviewing my height and weight, told me that I'm at a healthy weight (neener to all you losers who say I'm anorexic because I'm slightly under the weight watchers recommended minimum weight for my height) and was very impressed when I told him how much weight I lost. So there.
One of the things they ask you during a physical is, obviously, your family medical history. The doctor asked about my dad's side of the family - which is sickeningly healthy. My grandfather died a week before his 101st birthday and my father, who is 78 years old, golfs 3 to 4 times a week and walks the course (he doesn't want to spend the money for a cart). But, when we got to my mothers side of the family things got a little tense. My grandmother, I explained, died unexpectedly in her 40's. She complained of being tired and decided to take a nap. She never woke up. We don't know what happened, since an autopsy wasn't common place for things of this nature back then in the 50's. My doctor informed me at that point that, usually, if somebody dies suddenly in their sleep it's due to a heart attack. Then came the burning question of my mother.
The doctor asked if my mother was still alive at which point I told him that she passed away on January 1st, 2000 of heart related complications (again, no autopsy). He asked when she first started having heart related problems. I told him the tale of when she was 42 she had bypass surgery followed by two heart attacks at 45. He was surprised by this news, considering that two women in my direct lineage have had heart problems in their 40's, especially considering that I, myself, am 43 years old. He also asked about my mother's weight at the time she had her bypass surgery. I explained to him that she was around the same weight I was and was the same age I was when I decided I needed to lose weight. He asked me if that's one of the reasons I decided to lose weight. I mean, come on Doc!! Isn't that a pretty obvious question? Next thing I know I'm having an EKG done and he's talking about stress tests and all sorts of other things that perhaps I should have done to make sure that my ticker is still ticking properly. We haven't talked about it any further, as he wants to see how my blood tests come out. On the other hand, I have two sisters that are past their 40's (one will be 50 next Month, the other turned 55 this year) and neither of them have heart problems.
So, it's a lot to think about.
Well, it's Friday gang. You know what that means? You guessed it. It's Friday. Yea, no big finale in that one. Other than I get two days off of work. I'll always agree to that! The only depressing factor in this weekend thing is there is no Bears football. They have their bye week this week, so I'll have to wait until a week from this Sunday to see if they can go 7 - 0.
Now there's a loaded question. But, before you answer that (and I know there are soooo many answers to this one) please take the courtesy of reading why I'm asking this stupidly pathetic question.
It all started a few weeks ago. At work, I kept getting these calls from a number I don't recognize. When I answer the call all I get is some dipshit recording on the other end of the line that says:
Please hold for an important message.
This goes on for 5 minutes, at which point I think - hey, shitlicker, if it's so damned important why isn't there a human being at the other end of this call. And I hang up. This happened about once every other day and, yes, I did try calling the number but I get an even better recording this time that says:
We're sorry. The number you have dialed is a non-working number.
What the fuck? This number just CALLED me. So, now I know it's a masked caller ID. Fast forward to yesterday. I get this same annoying call 5 times!! Yes, 5 fucking times while I'm at work. It's so annoying because I have to turn the ringer off on my phone as to not disrupt everybody at work.
As soon as I leave work for the day, I get one more call. This time there's a human being at the other end of the line. And here's how the conversation went (come on, you didn't see this one coming?):
Shitlicker: Is this Suzanne ***** Me: Yes, it is. Can I ask who's calling? Shitlicker: My name is Shitlicker Me: Ok, Shitlicker, what do you want? Shitlicker: Please verify your physical address please. Me: Would you please tell me what this is regarding first asshole? Shitlicker: That would be a private matter. Would you please verify your address. Me: Dude, I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is that you have a pathetic job. You want my social security number too while you're asking? Or how about my birthdate. How does that grab you? Why don't you just tell me what this is about. Shitlicker: I'm sorry, I can't do that until you verify your address. Me: Do I look stupid to you? I never give out personal information unless I know what it's about. In case you've been living under a fucking rock I'm sure that you've heard about the ongoing identity theft going on in the world? Shitlicker: Ok, I'll call back later. Me: Do you think you'll have better luck later? No. I'll tell you what, why don't I give you my lawyers name and address. Shitlicker: No, we want to speak to Suzanne ***** Me: You ARE speaking to Suzanne ***** you fucking idiot. How about you give me your supervisor. Shitlicker: I can't pass you along to anybody until you verify your address. Me: Ok, I'm done with this. Please do not call me back, if you do I'll consider it harassment. Shitlicker: You can consider it all you want but I'll call 10 times a day until you give me the information. Me: Do that, and the number will be changed. How do you sleep at night after harassing people all day? Or, better yet, how does your wife (or husband, whatever) sleep with you?
Click. What the fuck? It was suggested it's a bill collector, but, honestly, I don't think it is because I don't have anything that would be in collections.
The moral of the story? If I didn't personally give you my phone number and you call me, I'll tell you to fuck off.
So, it's Wednesday and that means that we're almost 1/2 way through the work week - given that you work a five day week Monday through Friday. It also means that there's a new episode of Lost on tonight (for you Lost fans).
I love Lost, I really do, but I have found it to be rather aggravating lately. Lately, meaning, since the second episode of the second season. Last season I think they tried to be too much. They, like the Bears Monday night, almost became a product of their own hype. Everybody, including critics and the like, loved Lost in season 1, season 2 - not so much. Number one mistake - adding new characters and back stories of people that they never intended to survive the show to the end of the season. But, then again, the two characters in question were involved in two separate DUI incidents - but the Lost execs claim that had nothing to do with it. Lost has become a show where you find the stories and the plots very interesting and tend to over analyze to the point that you believe everything means something. But does it?
They tend to resolve nothing. Anything you might become interested in knowing about this show is something that, by the time you do find out (my guess - season 10, if it lasts that long), you realized you didn't care about to begin with and have forgotten all about it. Case in point - what happened to the monster in the pilot? Did he just disappear? Why did Walt have powers and why couldn't he have used those powers to get them off the island before cutting him and Michael from the cast? What is the point of Michael having powers? What is this show? Is it a science fiction show? Is it a drama? I guess it never ends - no questions get answered - only more questions. Now, this is very good to a degree because we keep watching, hoping in vain that something, anything will be revealed to us. The question is how long will it take for the viewers to lose interest entirely? That would be ME if they don't do something....quick!
All I can say this morning is, "Wow, am I tired!". Of course, that's all due to the fact that I stayed up late last night to watch the strangest football game I have ever seen. Then, it took me about 2 and a half hours to go to sleep afterwards.
At many points last night, I thought to myself that being 5 and 1 isn't a bad thing at all. It'll give the Bears something to reflect on going into a bye week. But it didn't turn out that way at all. Urlacher decided that he isn't satisfied with 5 and 1 - he wants 6 and 0 before playing again at Soldier Field. Phoenix strips the ball twice, the Bears strip the ball twice - was it football or a striptease? By all accounts the Cardinals had the game. All they had to do was not get stupid. Or give Urlacher any chance to do what he does best - tearing apart the opposing offense. Of course, the perfect kicking season (so far) of Robbie Gould, the fumble that Mike Brown ran in, Brian Urlacher stripping the ball, Peanut Tillman running in for a defensive touchdown, then Devin Hester returning the ball for a touchdown for special teams - it was all defense and special teams. Offense - not so much! Grossman being intercepted four times and being stripped twice. It was a comedy of errors on the offensive side of the ball. I often questioned what team Grossman was playing for at many times during this game. But, every quarterback has a bad day and this one was his. Let's just hope that it ends there!!
I do have to say that Phoenix did play 3 very incredible quarters of football. Matt Leinart is going to be one great quarterback once he gets experience and playing time in. He already is a great quarterback and his team did an exellent job holding off the Bears. But, the Bears can only be held off for so long. Given enough time, they will get the job done. One thing I think the Bears had against them was that they didn't take their opponent seriously enough. They've been a product of their own hype. But, I think after last night's show that there isn't any doubt that the Bears are really for real this time and know what to do to win a game. Never ever give up. I believe they will take every game from this point on more seriously and prepare - and they know not to take it for granted.
Is it luck or is it destiny for the Chicago Bears this year? Only the rest of the season will tell the tale. At any rate, I don't care - they are 6 and 0 and having a season of miracles.
This particular Monday has a few redeeming qualities. One being that traffic wasn't too bad this morning. I made it into work on time and I'm sitting here at my computer blogging as usual. The second redeeming quality is that it's my early day - I get to leave today at 3:30. Unless, of course, my co-worker has to leave early to wipe her 8 year old's ass after he takes a dump. Which could happen - depending on his dump schedule. And, lastly, the biggest redeeming quality of this Monday is Monday Night Football - and the Bears are playing. Against Phoenix. I'll finally get my Bears football fix tonight after going through extensive withdrawals yesterday. But, I better get my fill tonight because my team has a bye week next week so it'll be two weeks before I'll get to see the Monsters of the Midway kick some more ass (hopefully).
It was a rather boring weekend. We went to Singer Chick and Bass Player Guy's house Saturday night. Where I felt like total dogshit. I think I ruined their evening, but I hope not. I was extremely tired and drained and my ears hurt like fucking hell. They're finally starting to pop now, which gives me temporary relief from the pressure - unfortunately the popping experience itself doesn't feel so hot. As a matter of fact, this morning on the way into work I had a major pop in my left ear that really hurt like hell. I imagine if somebody was to fuck me in the ear, this is what it would feel like. And without a condom, nonetheless.
Note to self: never allow anybody to fuck me in the ear because it'll hurt.
So, it's back to work after 2 days off. And, it's looking like my dear husband will be off work for a lot of this week too since they're forecasting rain for most of the week. Oh well. It's a good thing he's union and makes more than twice what I do because if he didn't, these days off would totally kill us.
One topic of conversation that I stumbled across this weekend was a discussion on if a girl that is clothed in underwear and is doing another chick that is also clothed in underwear for the purpose of doing it in front of a webcam while a guy pays them and jacks it if it's considered pornography. Personally, I don't know how it can't be viewed as porn. Does it make it less pornographic because they are in their underwear? Actually, I think anybody has the right to be a whore if that's what they want to be. It's not a profession that I would ever consider, but I guess in 2006 anything goes as long as you don't have a conscience. But, really, I have more respect for an actual whore for many reasons. One, they know what they are and they won't try to sugar coat that they aren't a whore. Two, they follow through with what they are doing. The poor bastard paying them actually gets what's being offered. Thoughts?
So far, this glorious Friday morning, I don't have anything to complain about. Well, I take that back - there's a few things but we'll get to that in a minute.
Traffic was really light this morning thus enforcing my belief that every work day should be a Friday. Of course, if this were true, then Friday's wouldn't be special at all and we would all learn to hate a Friday because it's the only day we actually have to work. Then Friday would become the most hated day of the week instead of what we now call Monday. But, I would be willing to trade working one Friday and hating it, versus a day off on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday....you get the idea.
This morning we have a corporate spy, I mean visitor coming in to discuss their bright, shiny, new, cumbersome, inefficient certificate system. We have our own certificate system written by yours truly and works like a charm. But, being that all corporations have to have control of everything that you do, see, hear, feel, touch and taste while you're at work have a problem with our, how did they put it? Rogue system. So, they're going to try, once again I'm sure, to sell us on their system. Good luck with that boys!
On the down side of the corporate spy, I mean visitor coming is that late yesterday my boss told me and co-worker to flip a coin on who gets to vacuum and pick up the joint. Of course, after he left the office the topic was dropped and co-worker left early. So, me being the nice person I am (go ahead, laugh it up) came in early this morning at 7am instead of 7:30 and did come cleaning in the office. I took out the trash, vacuumed, arranged things.
Well, I have a ton of work today before the corporate spy, er, visitor gets here this morning so I bid you all adieu and have high hopes that you all have a great Friday and an even better weekend.
Today was definitely a better morning than yesterday, thank God! With the exception of one thing - this morning, I go to do my blog entry for the day and blogger.com is down. What the fuck? Oh well, it's back up now and that's the important thing.
The bank got all my money squared away and refunded me the $200 bucks they tried to fuck me out of yesterday. So that made me happy! I'm not longer a broke ass bitch. But, still a bitch nonetheless.
Ok, what the fuck is up with all this snow! It's October 12th, not December 12th! I mean, seriously, here's my car about 20 minutes ago:
And here's a picture from 5 minutes ago:
They say it's going to be a warmer winter than normal, but I'm beginning to have my doubts! It's mid October and it looks like January out there.
Fuck! I hate winter! At least it's supposed to warm up to the 60's by Saturday. Welcome to the wonderful world of the midwest!
Lost fans!! What did you think about last night's episode? I found it to be mildly entertaining and very much enjoy any episode where Sawyer is involved. And the kiss with Kate? Interesting. And I just KNEW that Sun had slept with that other guy before the crash. I just didn't know he was in love with her and wanted her to leave Jin. So, who's baby is Sun's anyway? Any takers? And, unless the others have means for DNA testing, not that it would matter much anyway. But, what I found most interesting is that the others have contact with the outside world. What I don't get is that if the survivors are such a threat, why don't the others either leave them alone OR let them be rescued. And WHY didn't the survivors have a few of them set sail on that huge ass sailboat they have to find somebody to rescue them? This show does have more holes than swiss cheese and my husbands old underwear combined, but it's fun to watch anyway.
Well, all I have to say is that it keeps getting better and better.
My mornings, I mean. I woke up this morning to the sound of my husband's voice saying, "Sue, it's 6:15. You didn't set the alarm.". Fucking great!! So, I get up an hour later than I should have so I just take a quick shower, don't wash my hair (since it takes me a full 1/2 hour or longer to dry it), get dressed and dash out the door. But, fuck!! I need gas. So, I stop at the gas station and pump my gas. I go in to pay for it and they decline my debit card. Ok, now what? I deposited over a thousand dollars into my checking account on Friday and the deposit showed up right away, that day (I always check because the tellers at my bank are complete morons) - I even used my debit card yesterday! So, now what? I can't pay for my fucking gas! So, I do what anybody else would do in this situation given the means. I have to put it on my credit card. Which is fine - but I hate paying for gas on the card, or I should say I hate paying for interest on a tank of gas. I'm only a block away from home so I figured I better go back home and see what the hell is going on, and beg my sweet, kind, good looking, considerate, compassionate, caring, dear husband for some money.
I logged into my checking account and the deposit is nowhere to be found. But, all the charges from the weekend are definitely all there, along with $200 dollars in overdraft and nsf fees! I try calling the bank - but, you guessed it, they aren't open yet. Okay, I'm really steaming at this point. Dennis give me twenty bucks and I get back in my car and I drive off. I go to grab my phone but there's one little problem - my purse is nowhere to be found. Great!! I'm praying at this point that I left it at home and it didn't get lifted while I was in the gas station. So, I turn around and go back home and lo and behold, there it is. I must've brought it in with me when I came back from the gas station, thank god.
I'm finally on my way to work and traffic is hell. I decide to stop off at the bank and go through the drive-thru and ask them what the fuck they did with my money! I tell the teller that one thing you don't want to do is fuck with somebody and their money. She wasn't entirely sympathetic but did tell me that:
"Due to the lame ass Columbus Day Holiday our computer systems got hosed and, given that we're pathetically incompetent and haven't been able to figure out how to fix the mess, we fucked you. We're sorry that we left you stranded and charged you $200 for the honor but promise that we'll get off our asses and figure out what went wrong. We're nowhere near sorry for any inconvenience and you have our sincerest wishes for a crappy day. And we hope that you got off on the fucking we so enjoyed giving you this morning. Is there anything else we can't do for you today?".
So, the debits managed to go through no problem, but the deposits are fucked up? How very convenient.
So, now I wait until tomorrow when the problem should be resolved. I don't dare hold my breath on that one because you just know that the charges won't be reversed that quickly and I'll be a broke ass bitch until then.
It's looking like it's going to be a looong Tuesday!
I still feel like shit. I think it's even worse today. I have no balance. Just walking to the bathroom makes me dizzy. But, the good thing is it appears to be much better when I'm sitting down. And, since I've made sitting on my ass an art form, I should be fine - as long as I don't have to pee. And I can't hear a damned thing, still. Which is probably good. People can bitch me out all day long and I won't be any the wiser.
It's also my long day - until 4:30 due to the fact my co-worker has to leave early to help her kids with their homework. It's only 8:01 and I'm ready to get outta here for the day. So, I've only got 8 and a half hours to go. Oh, make that 7 hours and 59 minutes, but who's counting.
I miss the days last week where I didn't have to get up and go to work. Seriously, who came up with this lame ass two weeks off a year bullshit? Jesus, what do you have to do to get four weeks a year? Work until you're a hundred and twenty years old? Because, at the rate I'm going, that's about what it'll take.
Dennis is going through a rough patch. Problems at work. He's been working downtown Chicago and if that isn't bad enough his boss turned out to be a real fuckpuck. This guy is an old military guy that doesn't believe a man is a man unless he's killed the enemy. Dennis hasn't done the type of work before on the job that they put him on - neither the actual work nor killed the enemy. Because if his job is to kill the enemy, Sgt Fuckpuck (as he will now be called) would be number one on the list. And he told them that last week when they put him on this fucking job. No problem, they say. We understand. So, Saturday after work at 5:30 his boss (forever now known as Sgt Fuckpuck) tells him they will be on this job for at least another 2 and a half days. Ok, cool, that means that he should be done downtown by Wednesday afternoon, at the latest. But, fuck no. Sgt Fuckpuck reams him out in front of everybody on Monday for not having the job done. The conversation from yesterday to this morning went something like this:
Dennis: What? Didn't you say that it'll take at least 2 and a half more days to get done? Today's only Monday. It's only been a half a day since you said that! Sgt Fuckpuck: Oh, but you're not getting it done fast enough. Dennis: Ummmm, Sgt Fuckpuck, I told you last week I've never done this kind of work before Sgt Fuckpuck: Well, we need to stay late tonight to get as much done as we can. Dennis: Ok, no problem.
So, he worked until they couldn't work any more (no more light) and got home from the City at around 8:30 last night. And didn't take a break all day - no breakfast, no lunch, no nothing - which is completely against union law. So, this morning when Dennis was getting ready to go to work the phone rings at 5:10am:
Sgt Fuckpuck: There's been a change of plans. Dennis: Ok, where to now? Sgt Fuckpuck: To the union hall. I decided I don't want you on my job. You're not getting it done fast enough. We should have had it done yesterday. Dennis: Oh, ok Sgt. Fuckpuck, you totally worthless rotten piece of shit excuse for a human being. Sgt Fuckpuck: Why, thank you, you're totally right. I am a rotten piece of shit. Thanks for noticing!
Ok, I made up the last two lines of that conversation but you know what this means? He's back in the hall and waiting to be reassigned. Which, according to the hall, should be in the next day or two. And if that doesn't work out, he can always go back to work for his brother - albeit at a very reduced rate in pay.
Anyway, it's shaping up to be a very beautiful day. At least he'll be home for dinner tonight.
I'm sitting here, staring a a blank page, deciding what to type. The thing about a blank page is that it mocks you. It laughs at you and dares you to type something that can either pass for humor or to inform you of something. I hate that! A blank canvas is always the hardest thing to make come to life.
Speaking of coming to life, the Chicago Bears are now 5 and 0 after a 40 to 7 victory over the Buffalo Bills. It's pretty exciting to be a Chicago Bears fan right now and every Bears fan has the same thing on their minds:
♪♫ We're not here, to start no trouble, we're just hoping for a superbowl shuffle ♪♫
Personally, I think it's way too early to start that little fantasy. I mean, there's still 11 regular season games between now and the playoffs. Which means there's 11 chances for the Bears to fuck up! Alright, who am I kidding? It would take a major natural disaster to stop them at this point. The rest of their games are against opponents that are, shall we say, not worthy? I know, I know. Let's not get cocky at this point. So, they're on a roll, breaking records, and, hopefully, not going to lose their focus any time soon. Because after the last 21 years since they won a Superbowl I think their time is due. But, then again, only time will tell. I'm hopeful.
I still have this incredibly annoying cold, flu, whatever the hell it is. I can't hear a damned thing. As I sit here typing I can't even hear the familiar click click click of the keyboard and it's throwing off my typing timing something fierce! I thought I felt better on Saturday - even felt quit chipper! But, by early evening I was extremely grouchy and hungry (sorry singer chick and bass player guy for witnessing my complete release of sanity) and felt like dog poo. You know, warm and mushy in the head? But, I'm here, at work, wishing I wasn't here, at work. So, really, it's like any other day.
My husband drove me insane this weekend. His 20th class reunion stuff was this weekend. The mixer Friday night, the dinner Saturday night. He intended on going to the mixer, but not the dinner. So, Friday night came and he changed his mind on going to the mixer. Then re-changed it again about an hour after the thing started. So, we went. Then he changed his mind on going to the dinner on Saturday on Friday night - decided he wanted to go. Then Saturday morning came and before work he changed his mind again that he didn't want to go, then called me around noon and told me he did want to go. Then, once he got home from work on Saturday completely changed his mind again and we decided to, once again, not go. This one stuck because we didn't go. Confused yet? Hell, I was there and I'm still fucking confused.
And they say it's a woman's perogative to change her mind. They obviously haven't met my husband.
Side note: I ran my spell checker and the word "perogative" didn't come up so I'm not sure if it's spelled wrong or not. And, guess what? I DON'T CARE!!
As if you really care, but I'm going to post it here anyway because then I can look back a year from now and I have a record of what we did and stuff. This is probably going to get pretty fucking boring, so bear with me!
Everything was great, the weather was fantastic but hot and extremely dry. The lake beds are drying up down there and where it used to be green and lush is now looking pretty brown and drab. We did a lot of stuff. Ate out a lot, which is fine but I think my body is revolting all the restaurant food - considering we usually only go out to dinner once in a great while at home.
We got in Thursday at around 2:15 and went out to dinner at Outback for our anniversary. It was good, but the usual. Kind of takes the mystery out of going someplace when you eat at a place that you have at home. Went shopping with my sister on Friday to a very upscale, expensive mall where I only purchased a belt from Brighton. It was a pretty fucking expensive belt though, I might add. I would never normally buy one at this price, but it's too freakin' cool to pass up. Afterwards, you guessed it, we all went out to dinner at Poncho and Lefties. Now, saying that Poncho and Lefties is a hole in the wall is an insult to holes in the wall. This place was a total dive. But, the food was incredible!! Had margaritas and fajitas - and the service was amazing. Although, I wouldn't recommend using the restroom in this joint - the thing moves around like you're taking a pee on a moving target. Not good, but if you hold on real tight you'll do just fine.
On Saturday, we went to the Texas State Fair. This fair goes for, like, 20 days and is incredibly big. Dennis bought me this really cute skirt and matching halter top that I wore that night to celebrate my sister and her husband's 39th anniversary!! We went to dinner on a big paddle boat called the Texas Queen.
Dinner was incredible and after dinner there was dancing on the upper deck.
Dennis, Me, my Nephew and his Wife
My sister and her husband
My nephew and his wife
Sunday was filled with Football. My sister, being the huge Cowboys fan she is, we watched the Cowboys beat the Titans 45-14. Sunday night was spent watching the Bears rip apart the Seahawks 37-6!! Making the Bears the only team in the NFC that is now undefeated at 4-0!!
GO BEARS!! 4 - 0!!
My sister and her pup are doing great. Chloe is just like she was before the whole mauling incident. Running around, jumping, and fighting with Sophie.
It was a great trip! Way too short and I'm already thinking I need another vacation stat!!
And I'm not happy about it. I got into work this morning and there is a stack a mile long with work that has piled up so I'll be spending most of my morning trying to catch up. And it doesn't help that I have a terrible cold.
I don't have time this morning to give the details of my vacation, so I'll wait and tell you all about it tonight for tomorrow's blog when I can share the pictures of the trip.
