I'm so looking forward to today being over with. Having two days off is something I desperately need right now. And I haven't really felt very good lately. Lots of sinus pressure. Equals headaches. Equals a suck ass day for me.
So, four more people voted off the American Idol Island. At least they were all four that should be leaving. Still say this season sucks more than any other season. Why do I still watch this shit?
Lost, on the other hand, is as cool as ever. What's with the time warp shit? Are the survivors in some kind of space/time continuum or something? I don't know. I thought last night's episode was a tad boring. I just don't care about Penelope or Desmond I think. It was cool when he finally got to talk to her at the end though. Just not sure I see the point. Which is probably the point!
Anyway, I'm going to go head and get some work done so I don't have a majorly pissy ass busy day.
My head is screaming today. And if it had words it would say, "Hey, bitch, I'm kinda hurting here. Why not take the fucking day off for once and let me sleep a little longer!". Wait, my head can talk. So, I guess that's what I'm saying!
But, no, instead I'm sitting here at work thinking about the never ending revolving cycle that has become my life. Go to work, come home, eat, sleep, go back to work where magically overnight there has been more work that has been created thus negating all the previous work I did the day before. I swear, I think I need something in my life to change. Hopefully, with warmer weather, that will mean more going out of the house, more fun things to actually do. Because, let's face it, in the winter there's only a handful of things you can really go out and do. There's shopping, going out to dinner, going to a movie, going to a bar. And I'm not really into going out to see a movie - I would much prefer to watch a movie at home. You know, at home I can pause the fucking thing when I have to go pee. At the theater I wind up holding it in pain because I paid a gazillion dollars in ticket, munchies, etc and I don't want to miss an expensive minute of it. And going to bars - ugh. That was fun when you're young and single but when you're old and married it's really kind of pointless. It's expensive, there are tons of obnoxious drunk people. Not my idea of a good time.
Then there's always cold weather sports and stuff - like skiing, ice skating, seeing how long you can stay out in sub freezing temperatures before your fingers fall off. Fun activities like that.
Never fear - Spring will come. I have faith!
American Idol last night - what was with that scary motorcycle bitch with the Madame Cruella hair style singing Carry on my Wayward Son? Good fucking night, it was absolutely ghastly! Well, if I was Simon that's what I would have said. She was just seriously horrid. I think they all got together and decided, hmmmm....what's the worst possible song to sing tonight? Okay, I'll pick that! And why, dear God why, do we ever have to hear anybody ever singing Hopelessly Devoted? It should never be sung. Even by Olivia herself. And the second chickie that sang the Heart song? Oh my God. If you're going to sing Nancy Wilson you better have one hell of a powerful voice - which she didn't. I don't know.
Dear Lord, hear my prayer and send Spring to us as soon as possible.
Amen.
Great. Another fucking snow storm.
I'm getting pretty fucking sick of this shit. And, yes, I'm cursing. Again. Because it's snowing. Again.
But, hey, how much longer can this winter last? Seriously, it's almost fucking March for the love of God. And I swear this better be the last snow storm of the season. Mostly because our snow blower decided to take a shit. Luckily, it was at the very end of clearing off the driveway. But, then again I have a very dear and wonderful husband that takes that as his chore so I don't have to do anything about it. But, I don't want him to have a coronary shoveling snow either.
I've kinda gotten hooked on the Terminator series - the Sarah Connor Chronicles? I thought it would totally have to suck seeing how none of the original actors are part of it. But, I have to say the dark haired chick that is playing Sarah Connor is doing a damned decent job. She looks a lot different than Linda Hamilton, but she managed to bring to it the same kind of feel that Linda did. So, it's not like seeing a completely different character. And what's cool is they keep referring to events that happened in the movies. Like, last night for example, they went back to the asshole shrinks house - if you saw Terminator II you know which guy I'm talking about. The only that insists that Sarah is a nutbar then when John and Arnold come to the psych hospital to rescue her right when the faggy looking terminator dude shows up? And then the shrink sees that she's not crazy? Anyway, they bring him back into the picture and he's really a nutbar. So much so that he winds up in the same room Sarah was in when she was locked up by him.
The only thing I don't like about the series is the guy that is playing Kyle's brother. Brian Austin Green - the boring guy from Beverly Hills 90120? Not that I ever watched that stupid show - I really didn't need to depress myself watching rich kids do their rich high school shit but I remember him from that show. Oh well. I guess you can't expect it to all be good, right?
So, did any of you readers waste your time watching the Oscars last night? I flipped it on mostly because I wanted to see how political all these idiot celebrities were going to be - especially John Stewart. Unfortunately, the entire thing was so fucking boring that I wound up falling asleep. I understand there's a writers strike and all, but shit! Stewart has to be the worst host ever! He tried to be funny but he just couldn't cut it. And it appeared obvious that in a lot of spots in the broadcast that he just plain and simply didn't know what to say so he instead said stupid, corny, dumb shit. I think that it has to be hard, though. Considering all the crap movies that were nominated this year. It must've been a slow year at the box office considering there wasn't really anything nominated worth even renting. Speaking of which, I know it's been a bad year for movies because we haven't gone to Blockbuster and rented a movie in months. There just hasn't been anything new come out that I'm interested in seeing.
My weekend was actually pretty busy. We went out Friday and saw a friend's band. Then Saturday I went and got my hair done, then we went to Marcombs and Dennis did an acoustic set. Yesterday, I mostly laid around the house until about noon then showers and did the grocery shopping. Yes, people, that is a busy weekend for my lazy ass.
Speaking of my hair, I just LOVE it. Yes, you heard me right. I love it! I'm not going to bitch about it because there's nothing really to bitch about. We went darker underneath (a reddish brown) and lighter on the top. So, here it is!
Of course, I'm not wearing any makeup at all so I look kinda scary, but I do like the hair!!
Anyway, hope everybody has a Happy Monday! I know, that's like the ads that say Have a Happy Period.
Oh, yes! Friday! The best day of the week! Actually, I always say my favorite minute of the week is the minute I walk through the door at home on a Friday. Because I still have two whole days of freedom!
I have to go to a hair appointment tomorrow morning. Thank God! Not a minute too soon. My hair is really looking like ass. I haven't decided if I'm going to go light again. I know I want to for the Spring but seeing how Spring is still a ways away, I'm not sure if I should wait a few more months or just go for it. I guess I have until tomorrow morning to decide.
I know one thing for sure - I don't want much cut at all, if any. I wasn't real crazy about the haircut the last time. Mostly because I'm not keen on all these fucking layers. But, they are already almost all grown out so I think I'll get about an inch off the bottom and leave the layers the length they are until they're fully grown out. But who knows. By tomorrow I could have changed my mind ten times.
Lost last night. Okay, I love and hate this show at the same time. For every answer it gives you along with it comes about 10 more questions. So, we know that Kate gets off the murder, arson, fleeing charges with 10 years probation. We now know she has a son. And his name is what? Eric? We were supposed to be shocked by that I guess but I have no idea what the name Eric is supposed to mean. But he is a little blondie kid so I can only assume at this point that it's Sawyers kid. But where was Sawyer during the trial? Did he stay on the island? Did he come back and they went their separate ways? And is Jack pissed off and won't see the kid because it's Sawyers? See what I mean? I have even more questions now than I did yesterday. So frustrating! But, I guess that's all part of the show.
What's everybody up to this weekend? I'm not sure what we're doing yet. I know one thing for sure - I do not intend on spending it doing nothing like the previous 4 weekends.
Have a nice weekend blog readers!
Note: Spell check is working again. Thank God, right?
Boss is in early, have tons to do, so this will be short. I know, you're broken hearted. But rest assured that I will undoubtedly have nothing of interest to say anyway.
American Idol. Dear God, this show has really jumped the shark last year. Well, it actually officially jumped the year Taylor Hicks won. But, this year, is looking like it will wind up being an equally boring and predictable season. There's absolutely no standouts at all. Which is sad. Because there are so many really talented singers out there - but apparently they aren't auditioning for American Idol. I found myself bored to tears watching this last night. And sad that whoever wins this year is going to go down in obscurity like most Idol winners. With the exception of a few, not many have really acheived any long lasting success. Of course, Carrie Underwood and whatsherface from season one - oh yea, Kelly Clarkson have done a decent job. But where is Ruben Studdard? Where is Taylor Hicks? Where is last years winner - with the exception of singing the National Anthem at the Superbowl? I don't know. It just seems like this has turned into such a blase competition. I think, to spice things up, do a season where there aren't any age restrictions. Let's see some people in there with some stage experience and years of developing their vocal talent. Now that would be interesting!
Anyway, I have a ton to do and I really don't have anything more to say about American Idol. Except that I think I watched my last episode of this disaster in the making last night. 'Eh, who am I kidding. I'll still watch and still be mortified.
I think I way over did it last night. But, man oh man was it a really awesome night! Very much worth it!
It started out with Dennis picking me up at the train station - as usual. We got home and Dennis had a drink and a little smokage waiting for me. So, we downed that and I got dressed for dinner. We went to one of our favorite places - Colony House in Trevor. So, we get there and I have another drink and order our dinner. They give you so much freakin' food at this place you could choke. It started out with crackers and cheese, then moved on to fresh baked bread. I ordered the 8oz Filet Mignon and Dennis got the Orange Roughy Almandine. Then you get soup and a salad. Then, finally, another drink later, our dinner comes.
After paying at getting home there was yet another drink! Holy crap! I was feeling very relaxed, I could say. And all I'll tell you about the rest of the night is, yes, Dennis got lucky. Then I immediately passed out. I don't even remember falling asleep but I can tell you that it was only around 8:30 or 9:00! Good thing I did fall asleep early - otherwise I would be in really bad bad bad shape today. As it stands, I do have a little bit of a headache and really tired, but nothing major.
Wow, it's way too fucking cold out today - and I feel that if it is below zero at all on any given day that all work related activities should be banned. That's the way it works in Sue's world.
Unfortunately, it's not my world. So, here I sit, at work, waiting for the heat to kick in. The boss takes the temp in the building all the way down to 50 at night and since I'm usually the first one in the office I sit here with blue fingers until it gets to an acceptable heat level. It's nowhere near that yet.
I have a date tonight. No, I'm not cheating on Dennis - he is my date. He mentioned that if we were to meet today and started dating that I probably would dump him on the first date since he has no idea how it would be done now. So, I told him that he can arrange a date for us, for tonight, and let's see how bad it really is. I doubt that I'll dump him but I do intend on making him squirm a little bit.
Hopefully he won't be like the guy at the restaurant last Friday night. This guy, seriously, has a whole bucket of loose screws inside of his head. So, we're sitting at the bar and this guy is telling me and another guy about how women "pay him for sex". Yes, I laughed pretty loud at that one. I'm, like, dude. Come on! I doubt any woman would pay you for sex. Then he says that he gets paid about three times a day for sex. I told him he would probably do good to go to a doctor and get a shot or something. Then he said that it's okay because it's the same woman. So, if we're to believe this story, he has the same woman come over three times a day and pays him to give her pleasure? I think if she's paying him anything it would be to pay him to leave after she's done. So, I asked him that. And he had no reply. So, I guess that tells the story right there.
Tonight we'll see how Dennis stacks up in the ole dating game. Who knows? Maybe he'll even get lucky!
I guess it could be worse. I made $1300 dollars last night on EBay on a bass amp I've had for about 10 years and paid $175 bucks for. Although, I was kind of sad last night. Not sure why. A little bit of sellers remorse maybe?
I am keeping these bad boys. Don't know if, when, or where I will ever use them but, shit. They are actually pretty comfortable. Cindy told me I needed to post a pic so here you have it.
I'm thinking about taking some of the money from the bass amp and buying an acoustic bass. I've always wanted one and they aren't that expensive so, maybe. I don't know. I'll probably just hoard it for a while and see what happens. My sister will be in town at the end of March and I just know we'll wind up doing some shopping so I suppose I better save some money up for that.
Well, it's time to get back to work. The boss is back today and I have a ton to do.
Yesterday I got home and he had done all sorts of housework. The place looked great! So, in return, I made a nice dinner and totally wanted to give him a nice romantic night.
It didn't turn out that way.
We decided to watch Lost at 8:00. It started out fine, but 10 minutes into it I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I was so tired! Mostly because I only got about 4 hours sleep the night before. And mostly because I had a couple Captain Morgan and Diet Cokes last night. So, I woke up this morning going - what the hell happened last night? I'll make it up to him this weekend.
**Note: I just got a text from him. It says: good morning wife who doesntputoutonvalentinesday.
He also found my old Willie G leather chaps and jacket. I really forgot all about them. Mostly because I only wore them twice when he had his motorcycle then quickly grew out of them - which was, what, 10 years ago? Anyway, I decided to try them on last night and, holy shit if they don't fit better now than they did then! They were a little tight back then but now they fit perfectly. I really forgot how freaking nice they are. Talk about nice construction! Initially he looked for them so we could put them up for sale on EBay, but I told him last night forget it. I'm going to keep them. They're really too nice to sell for next to nothing you would get for them on EBay.
Well, it's Friday - thank God! I need a weekend. And it's actually sunny outside. Cold, but sunny. I just keep telling myself that Spring will be here soon...it's the only thing keeping me sane these days.
Wow, is that a bullshit "holiday" or what. Who invented Valentines Day anyway?
How did this silly ritual of exchanging cards, candy, and flowers come to pass? Does anybody really know? Or did Hallmark invent this to get over the lull of sales in the post holiday season?
I read someplace that it contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men - his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.
According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl - who may have been his jailor's daughter and who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' which we all know from those cheesy little cards in grade school is a phrase that is written in all of them.
I guess the bottom line is that according to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. A measly 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas in comparison.
And approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. Which means that 15 percent of the men out there are total dicks that don't buy their sweethearts a valentine.
Dennis is off the hook this year. Because I'm not one of those 85 percent of women who go out and buy a valentine. It doesn't have so much to do with the fact that I'm a heartless bitch and I don't care about my husband's feelings - it has more to do with the fact that I haven't been out anywhere without him to buy him a valentine. So, I told him this morning to not get me anything because I won't be getting him anything. And he agreed.
So, why do I still feel that if there isn't at least a valentine's day card waiting for me when I get home somebody will be sleeping in the doghouse tonight? So not fair. No, I would rather we just have a nice dinner together made at home - he doesn't even need to take me out rather than he to go out and spend $4 bucks on a folded piece of cardboard that will be glanced over for about 2 minutes then immediately thrown in a box with all the rest of the Christmas, Birthday, and Valentine's day cards from every other year.
Yay! The boss is out the rest of the week. The bastard went to the Carribbean (or is it Carribean? Fucking spell check). And I'm totally jealous.
I actually made a pretty decent dinner last night. I got some salmon filets pretty cheap at the store over the weekend so I had Dennis marinade them all day in some sesame ginger marinade and just baked them for about 23 minutes and made some wild rice to go with it. You know it's sad when I'm talking about cooking for the love of Christ.
Oh, and I hear there's more snow in the forecast. Shit! I'm so over winter already. But then again I was over it in November and it wasn't even winter yet.
I watched my first episode of American Idol since the new season started last night. Yea, there was nothing else on. I skipped all the stupid audition shows because, well, if I want to watch idiots I can just as easily look out my front door. There seems to be a few noteworthy people in it this year. But why do they always have to put one through that just shouldn't be anywhere near a stage - unless they are sweeping the stage floor? You know who I'm talking about. That red headed geek from a couple seasons ago. The Sanjaya's. The ones that are without question not capable of actually winning? Somebody should slap Paula for putting them through. Although I think it has more to do with seeing herself in them. Because, after all, she's probably one of the worst singers to actually gain a carreer singing. Well, right up there with Britney Spears of course. It was kind of cool to see them allowing them to use instruments in Hollywood week. Even though most of the fools choosing to actually use an instrument are incapable of playing said instrument and being able to sing. We'll see what happens next. I think they know they need to do something since so many winners and runners up are losing their contracts because, well, they pretty much suck (Taylor Hicks ring a bell?). So maybe they'll take it a little more seriously this year. Yea, right.
Well, I guess I should get some work done. Even though the boss is out doesn't mean I get to play all day. As much as it should mean that. That should be a rule of business. If the boss is out it's not only acceptable but strongly encouraged that you do as little work as possible. I guess that's why I'm a peon worker and not in a management position - ya think?
As I sit down to type this charade of a blog I have going on here, one thought occurred to me. This might actually be a whole lot better for people to read if I put some thought into what I'm going to write about before I actually start typing.
Of course that would take something that I seriously lack - which is ambition.
Or maybe I just lack anything worth a shit going on in my life to write about.
Could be both. Who the fuck knows?
(Whoops. Boss just walked up behind me. I had to blank my screen for a minute. I think I'm still here?)
Anyway, I had just the most exciting night last night. Yes, I went grocery shopping! How fun is that? Absolutely none. I guess I could bore you with all the crap I stuffed in my shopping cart but even I would fall asleep reciting that.
At least one thing appears to be happening. The fucking writers on strike are looking like they are getting ready to settle their writing squabbles. And, I suppose I can't blame them. If I had to write the sorry shit they do I would want a piece of the pie too. Oh, wait, I do write sorry shit don't I? And I don't get paid for it! That's it....
I'm officially on strike until I start getting paid for this.
Yea, I know, tell you something you don't know right?
What the fuck is going on this winter? Snow, snow, snow, below zero temps, more snow...UGH! Let's just get on to spring already!
It was a pretty mellow weekend. Stayed in Friday night, Dennis had practice on Saturday and there was a little birthday party for him at practice, then we went over to the owner of the antique store's new house to check it out. Ummm...about all I can say about the place is FUCK. Seriously, gorgeous. And I'm totally jealous of the guy's home theater room. It's sad that his home theater room cost more to build than our entire house. How do you get that kind of money? Seriously? I need to get in on some of the action - whatever it is! Because I don't think working 7:30 to 4:00 at my current job will net me enough to get anywhere near anything like that. Shit. I would be happy to have an 1/8th of this place!
Sunday sucked. It was way too cold to go out and do anything so, once again, I didn't leave the house.
And that's it. I'm too fucking tired to post anything more today - and considering I have a stack of work a mile long in front of me, I better get to work on it. And, yea, when I'm tired I say fuck a lot. Sue me.
Wow. I'm so tired this morning! I could have slept all day.
But with good reason. I had another migraine yesterday. Started at around 1:30 in the afternoon and lasted, oh, until I woke up this morning. But, I think I'm seeing a pattern here and I know what it's all about. The one I got last month as also on the first day of "the curse" (as my mother jokingly called it). And the same was true last month. Great.
And I felt like hell last night. So bad, as a matter of fact, that my mind was thinking the dumbest thoughts. Seriously stupid thoughts. Thoughts like the sooner I get off this planet, the better I'll be. It didn't help that Dennis was very irritated last night by other things and then got irritated with me over something silly. So, I was basically laying there, crying, feeling sorry for myself, and thinking my life is a joke. Which, I can't deny that. I mean, honestly, what the hell have I got to show for being on this planet almost 45 years? Absolutely nothing. And why bother taking care of myself at all? Who the fuck wants to live to 80 years old anyway?
Apparently my father. Because tomorrow that's how old he'll be. So Happy Birthday Dad! Anyway, back to my sorry ass. I really can't imaging living that long. Mostly because nobody will be around to take care of me. Not having kids, at that point, will be something that my old ass will regret. Who am I going to go live with when I can't even change my own diaper anymore? If I'm so "fortunate" to live that long I'm sure it'll be a state retirement home, baby. Where I'll sit in a bed of my own feces covered in bed sores from head to toe. At least by then I'll be so feeble I won't remember that I used to be almost 45 years old and still had 35 years until experiencing that kind of joy.
See how optimistic I am? I'm loaded with cheery thoughts today.
Hey, it's FRIDAY. I should be jumping up and down, right?
NOTE: hey, blogger people, why the fuck is my spell check button broken? Fix it please. Thanks.
I took lots of pictures last night. Unfortunately, I forgot to upload them so I'll have to post them tomorrow.
I survived it. And I actually did make it into work yesterday but missed my first train and had to grab the second. Getting to work wasn't as much of a pain in the ass as getting home from work. I did take the train home, but our streets in our subdivision hadn't been plowed yet and Dennis couldn't get the car into the street. So, he wound up taking the battery out of the Mercedes, putting it in the Suzuki Sidekick, and got it going to come pick me up. The only downside to the Sidekick is the plates are expired - by about a year. No big thing, right? Fortunately, I kept the liability insurance on the thing because I was too lazy to call to take it off. We were originally planning on junking the thing because it has over 200,000 miles and was having problems, but now I'm thinking we should get a new battery for it, re-plate the thing, and keep it as a car I can drive to the train station, or whatever until it's warm enough to get the Mustang out of the garage.
I couldn't tell you how much snow we actually got, but if I had to put it into technical terms I would have to say it's a shitload. How much is a shitload exactly? I don't know, but it's a lot!
Of course, I'm so over winter already I could scream and, thank God, March is coming up and that means Spring is right around the corner! What corner? I don't know, but my guess would be the corner between March and April. Funny how that works, right?
Dennis' birthday was pretty uneventful, poor guy. We were supposed to get together with a bunch of friends on Tuesday night, but the snow storm kind of killed that idea. So, hopefully, we can still do something for him this weekend. I guess that's the perils of having a birthday fall in the winter.
I wonder if blogger.com realizes yet that the spell checker still doesn't work? I'm sure, dear blog readers, that you all have!
So, here I am, back at work. Why is it so freakin' hard to go back to work after having a few days off? It's like my entire rhythm is completely whacked.
Not much time today. Tons to do since I haven't been here since Thursday. And we have some meeting we have to go to today, which cuts even more time out of my blogging schedule.
So, recap:
Superbowl: Glad the Giants won - imagine a wild card team beating an undefeated team! Half Time Show: Boring. Even more boing than my blog. I like Tom Petty, but come on! ZZZZ Commercials: Lame. A couple cute ones but that's as far as it goes Bellichick: I probably didn't spell his name right, but who cares. He's a dick. Eli Manning: Maybe, now, he'll finally be taken as seriously as his brother
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENNIS!! I LOVE YOU!!
I think he's having a little bit of a tough time with this one this year. Turning 40 does that to you I suppose. So, yesterday, we went out to lunch with his mom, sister, and brother in law. Of course, we went to his sisters favorite place - not even a place that Dennis likes but whenever his sister is around she obviously calls the shots. Honestly, if it's your birthday shouldn't you get to choose where you're going to?
Then we went into a little music store in Antioch to see if they needed any guitar teachers. The guy that works there (not the owner - he's always unavailable) was a complete dick. He asks Dennis if he has a music degree. Ummm, nope. How about an education degree? Ummm, nope again. Then he says, "Oh, we only take educated teachers.". What the fuck? Get over yourselves assholes! You're a tiny little music store and there wasn't a single customer or student there while we were there - or any time we've been there come to think of it. Now, I have to ask you, if you have a degree in music or education would you honestly want to go teach guitar in some crappy little music store like that? I seriously think not. I just looked at the guy and said, "Good luck with that!".
Anyway, I gotta get to work here. Times burning up and I have a whole shitload of stuff sitting here waiting for me to get it all done. Before 10:30.
I'm so freakin' happy it's Friday! Just get through today and two days off!
I'm at home right now. Missed my train this morning and waiting for the next one that doesn't leave until 9:05.
I can't believe the snow! And I can't believe my dog in the snow:
He just loves it! I can't get him to come inside when it's snowing. He'll lay there, like this, and get completely covered up. Then we have to towel dry him when he comes in. Yes, he's psycho, just like his owners!
Hope everybody is staying safe today!
**Edited - my boss called - home office is closed so he told me to take the day off!! Of course, I'll still do some work from home.
