And I ain't talkin' about the restaurant. Although, I do like their Zen Pot Stickers....
What’s with my sinuses today?
Seriously, I woke up this morning and my head was screaming! I’ve been sneezing and crap all morning and I just wanted to stay in bed! So, basically, it was like any other morning.
Finally Friday. What can I say? I’m a Friday girl. And it’s been a long ass fucking week. Problem is, it’ll be a long ass fucking weekend too considering Dennis has two shows – both Friday and Saturday night. I have a feeling I’ll be sleeping tomorrow off. And making chicken soup. Yea, that’s it, that sounds good. Or maybe not. I don’t know, depends on how motivated I am tomorrow.
I hit the hay so early last night that I don’t even remember laying down. I swear, I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I know Dennis was right behind me, but I don’t remember him even entering the bedroom. Sadly, it was probably only about 8:30. I was tired, cut me some slack! I get up at 5am every morning. So shut it!
Okay, I’m going to try to get a ton of work done today because it seems like the days go by so much faster when I keep busy. And I want today to go by lightning fast!
So, I hope everybody has a nice weekend and try to stay warm!
Seriously, has reading comprehension taken such a nose dive that people don’t even understand the English language anymore?
When a popup pops up and says:
“Hey, Numbnuts, you’re exiting without saving this document are you sure you want to fuck this up?”
And you respond by clicking on “Yes” – not once, but twice and then come back and say:
“I know I saved it. I don’t know what happened?”
I really want to stangle you. Maybe you’re an idiot and shouldn’t be allowed to be within ten feet of a computer?
I built the fucking system, I know that it’s impossible to close certificate document without saving it. We had this problem last year when we had another idiot working for us that kept forgetting to save the certificates of insurance after she issued them. So, I built a safeguard in the system that if you tried to close without saving that a box pops up saying:
What the hell else do I have to do? I guess I better get into the designer and make it so you can’t even exit the document until you save it. So, I guess I need to add the Hey, Numbnuts part. I'm sure that would get their attention.
Anyway, I guess it’s Thursday and only one more day (after this one) of madness until the weekend.
Lost last night? Can't discuss it. I fell asleep about 10 minutes into it. Yea, I know, lame. Hey, I was fucking tired! I kept getting woke up in the middle of the night with my tummy problems so I needed the sleep. And last night was good! I only got woke up once and that was because Leo wanted to go outside. Bastard.
And FYI – Chasing Amy (the cover band that Dennis is playing guitar in) will be playing both this Friday and Saturday night. Friday at Wilmot Ski Hill in Wilmot, Wisconsin and Saturday at Lumpy’s in Salem, Wisconsin. Bring your dancin’ shoes and your beer goggles!
Why do we listen or care about what celebrities think, say, do, or look like?
So what, Jessica Simpson has put on a little weight. Who cares. So what, Bill O’Reilly and TMZ think that Jessica Alba is an idiot. Aren’t we all entitled to our opinions? Even if others don’t agree with them?
I feel that if you put yourself out there, in the spotlight, and reap the benefits (and we all know how huge those benefits are) of being a celebrity, then don’t get all whiny and pissy when they also report on you when you look good, when you look bad, when you say something smart, and when you say something stupid. It goes with the territory! I’m guessing that not one of these filthy rich, extremely pampered and spoiled celebrities didn’t know the downside of the media before deciding that was the public life they wanted to lead. It’s all okay when you’re getting awards, being photographed in the right light, running around looking good in your Daisy Dukes, being pampered by a dozen makeup, wardrobe, hair, chefs, personal trainers – but, heaven forbid, you go on camera without the benefit of all those things and you’re shocked people in the media will talk about it? Come on. Get with the program. You know that is part of your job – a job you are getting paid extremely well for. You’re over paid, over pampered, over spoiled, and have overly big egos. Suck it up and take it. Hell, for one tenth of your salary for working on one movie I would walk out my door showing my cellulite ridden flabby ass and pose for the cameras. Keep things in perspective for the love of God. There are people out there, right now, who are losing their homes and don’t know how their going to support their families. And, Ashlee Simpson, you’re going to tell me about the hope in the air for our country? Seriously, babe, shut the fuck up.
Alright, there, I feel better.
Anyway, I hope everybody has a great day today, stays employed if that is your desire, and gets over this Wednesday hump day in time for the weekend!
It took forever to get home last night. And one would think that wouldn’t be possible with taking a train to and from, right? Wrong. A freight train had the nerve to break down on a stretch of track where there is only one track instead of two. Bastards. So, we had to stop and wait for them to fix the train before we could proceed.
Could you imagine if you had to drive to work and a car broke down in front of you and you had to wait until they fixed that car to move again? Of course, the chances of a car breaking down and a train breaking down are infinitely different, mostly because, well, duh, there are a lot more cars on the roads then there are trains on a track. Yea, I’m a genius.
Anyway, I got home finally, about two hours late. I made burgers for dinner then turned on the tube and went to bed early, but kept waking up every few hours with this insane stomach burning. It’s really strange, it feels like when you’re really really hungry and it comes in waves? Like, for example, every 15 seconds or so it burns, then it goes away, then it burns again, and so on and so on and so on. If I eat something, like a cracker, it goes away for a while but then comes back. I dunno. Maybe I’m getting an ulcer or something crazy like that. Or I ate something fucked up. Or maybe I have some kind of stomach virus. Who the fuck knows, I’m not a doctor. All I know is that if I drink or eat something it calms it down. Great, all I have to do is be eating 24X7 and I’m cured. Not good. At least it’s not making me blow chunks. That would be bad.
Oh, Big Love last Sunday – can I call it or can I call it? Sarah is pregnant. I knew it, I knew it! And they need to dump that whole 4th wife thing – it’s just not working. But, from the previews for next week it appears that she double crosses them or something. And is it me or is Nicki just a huge, nagging, obnoxious, spoiled bitch? Yea, I didn’t think it was just me.
Time to get to work. I have to earn that paycheck that I’m extremely blessed to have.
Yikes!! Another Monday and I really wish I was still at home and in bed.
But, this morning, I’m very thankful I have a job to go to. So many aren’t so fortunate these days. With growing up in mid-Illinois you grow up knowing that if Caterpillar is doing well, you’re going to do well. If Caterpillar isn’t, you’re in for a hell ride. And I feel for everybody from my hometown today. Caterpillar announced they are cutting 20,000 jobs and it’s predicted 2009 will be their worst year since the end of World War II.
I remember the late 70’s growing up in mid-Illinois when the economy was tanked. It was not a pretty sight. Everything is so effected by this one company that when it laid people off, everything was effected. Restaurants go out of business, stores close, you name it. If it was a business, it closed down. My brother lost his home and both cars after getting laid off from Caterpillar. He had four small children in the house and lost everything. When they repossessed his cars in the middle of the night their oldest daughter cried. Her schoolbooks and homework were in the car. She knew she would get an F that day for not bringing in her work.
About the only thing to fully survive in tough economic times is the business of selling and/or consuming alcohol. Which was my brother’s downfall. See, he never fully recovered from that time period and a part of him died back then. I saw it in him then, and I see it in him now.
I pray for all of the men, women, and children of the Peoria area today, and everywhere in this country because we are in for a very long, hard, bitter fight. I don’t know how this one is going to end, but my heart breaks for the many casualties that will fall along the way.
May you rich ass, money grubbing, greedy, golden parachuting, fucking millionaire bankers and corporate suits rot in hell for what you’ve done to this country. May God have mercy on your souls because I, for one, do not.
Does it seem to anybody else that this week seemed a hell of a lot longer than five days? Or is it just me?
I’m so lame. I fell asleep last night at about 8:00. What the hell? Did I wind up in some crazy ass time warp where I’m really 80 years old or something? I should feel completely rested today considering I got nine hours sleep last night. That’s fucking ridiculous!
So, I have a lot of shit to do this weekend. So maybe I’m just resting up for that. Who knows.
I want to remind you all that the Wildtree Tasting party is this Sunday at 4:00. I hope to see those of you in the local area there! And if I inadvertently forgot to formally invite you myself, I apologize. You’re free to come! I’m just an airhead sometimes and didn’t have everybody’s info. So, if you want to come please contact me and I’ll give you my address. And bring a friend!
Happy Thursday! Yes, we made it through the hump day and now we’re ready to wind down this week.
Which can’t happen soon enough for me. I have way too much shit to do this weekend. I’m having a Wildtree tasting party on Sunday afternoon (and if any of my dear readers here live in the vicinity and want to attend, let me know) so my day Saturday will, no doubt, be spent cleaning my wreck of a house, grocery shopping for the ingredients I need for this tasting party (my list is made), having friends over Saturday night, and we are hoping to fit in going out and checking out a band that checked out Dennis’ band.
And that’s only Saturday.
Sunday, I have to get up early, make all the stuff for the party, and do any last minute shit I forgot to do on Saturday. How do I get myself into these things? I’m just hoping more than two people show up! God knows who will, since some people don’t know the meaning of the letters RSVP. You know who you are, and I love you anyway.
I feel bad. One of our regular train riders found out yesterday he is getting laid off. I tell ya, it’s at times like this I’m just thankful I have a job. Even though I bitch about it a lot, I could be in way worse circumstances. Makes me almost want to kiss my boss when he walks through the door. Almost!
So, here’s the final Six Foot Album cover. Yes, it’s different – if you don’t believe me, scroll down and look at the other one. For one, the Six Foot Model logo is different. And the album name is different. And I think that’s it – unless you like to play those stupid games in the Sunday paper where they show you two cartoons and you have to circle what’s different between the two. If you do, you’re more than welcome to point out anything else you might see. Yea, I know, who has that kind of time, right?
One more day then it’s Friday. Hallefuckinlulah.
Oh, and Lost last night - it was awesome. I'm still confused and still think the ending will eventually suck since we won't know anything more about all the unanswered shit from day one, but it was cool to watch anyway. And poor Sawyer. Couldn't find a shirt for most of it.
Here we are, another hump day starts. Get this one down and we only have two more days to go!
And I’m a little stoked today. Lost returns tonight. It seems like it’s been forever since it’s been on – but I guess a year in TV time IS forever. I had to go back and watch the last two episodes of last season just so I could remember what the hell was going on. And it’s a good thing I did because it was like watching them for the first time all over again. I’m seeing shit that I don’t even remember watching. And maybe I didn’t watch it. Who knows? It’s entirely possible I DVR’d it, thought I watched it, and didn’t. I’m that silly sometimes.
I didn’t watch last Thursday’s Grey’s Anatomy, last Sunday’s Desperate Housewives, or last night’s Nip/Tuck yet either. I think I’m finally getting burned out on watching TV completely. I’ve been skipping on the American Idol too. Oh, yes, I recorded it just because whenever I decide to stop recording something I usually watch because I don’t want to watch it anymore, something happens and I’m like – SHIT!!! I missed it! You know how that goes, right?
The inaugural ball I watched last night read more like an MTV awards show than a presidential thing. Then I realized it was only one of the many balls that Obama has and it was actually done by MTV. So that explained a lot. But I swear I had that exact same prom dress that Michelle wore. Only mine cost about $35 bucks versus the estimated $3500 price tag on hers. Ah, well, no accounting for taste.
I’m talking, of course, about all the hoopla, press coverage, and non-stop talk about Obama. Okay, give him his moment (not that he hasn’t already had about a thousand of those) but let’s keep things in perspective, shall we?
It’s not so much the attention that’s being given to this event – and it is a historic event, I do realize that. However it is extremely irritating that, today, there are millions of people who have lost their jobs. There are millions of families that are worried about how they are going to feed and clothe their children. There are millions of people who are being vacated from their homes and being foreclosed on. There are millions of people who have lost most of their life savings from men in corporate positions with golden parachutes. It just seems to me to be a little self serving to be focusing on parties that cost millions of dollars when those millions could help so many families get back on their feet. I don’t feel the hope in that situation, not when his campaign raised about, what is the estimate? Something in the neighborhood of $400,000,000 dollars? And how many performers gave up their time to give concerts to raise money for this man? And how many of those performers have given concerts this year to help raise money to save this country?
I’ll bet not many. Because, after all, that is the job of the government. Which, we all know, in reality, the job of us hard working, tax paying citizens. We pay for it. And we’re going to keep on paying for it because people no longer feel that they have to be personally responsible for anything anymore. There isn’t anybody that is going to step into that office and magically make everything better.
American’s have become a land of people who feel that they are entitled to the things all of our forefathers have paid for. That the government and the American people owe them a decent living, owe them a right to live in prosperity. It doesn’t work that way.
A good friend of mine wrote an entry about a blog she had to write for a class that was very moving. She stated the differences between the America of our grandparents and the America of today. It’s called Since you Went Away and I wish I new where it was posted, other than Facebook because it’s worth the read.
What happened to patriotism? I’m talking true blue patriotism – the kind that makes you feel proud to be an American? And I’m talking to be an American – not a white American, not an African American, not a Hispanic American, not an Asian American - just a plain ole, “I’m from the United States of America” American? And what is going to happen 20 years from now when we hand over this country to the children of today? Not many of them are being taught that this country is a country worth fighting for, worth defending, and worthy of being proud of. So many are being taught that this country owes them. We take everything for granted. Including inaugural balls. And it takes big inaugural balls to spend another penny on another fucking party.
So, here I am, a week into my whole blogging resolution thing, and I’m already fucking up.
You know the weather is fucked up with 22 degrees feels balmy. Last week was crazy, with all the horribly cold crappy weather we were having so I wound up getting into work extremely late on Thursday, and not at all on Friday. I woke up Friday to the actual temperature (NOT the wind chill mind you) of -24 below zero. Then I found out a freight train on my train line derailed Friday morning so service was cancelled for the day. But, it’s back up and running today, thankfully.
The weekend was insane due to Dennis having shows on Friday and Saturday night – which meant they were both very late nights for us. And my old ass can’t handle that kind of a schedule! But, I look at it as being in training – by this time next year I’ll be so used to staying up past 10:00pm that it’ll be hard to go to bed early! The shows were fun, but I gotta be honest. By Sunday I was thanking God that Dennis has next weekend without any shows at all! And he has some Six Foot Model shows coming up (finally) so I’m looking forward to that.
And the artwork for the new album is finally done! Which means they will have an actual product coming up! Here’s the artwork for the CD – but keep in mind this is still not actually complete:
Holy FUCK is it cold outside! It's currently 5 degrees with a high of 11 degrees and a low -9. Tomorrow, high of 0 and a low -14. And don't get me started on the wind chill.
I'm so happy that my boss canceled us having to go to our stupid assistants luncheon thing. It's majorly stupid as it is - crappy pizza, stupid discussions for an hour, then driving back in the snow and cold to go back to work? Fuck that. I would rather stick red hot pokers in my eyeballs rendering myself permanently blind than do that shit. But, luckily, my boss has seen the light and we aren't going to be subjected to that torture.
So, my favorite show added a 4th. Well, that could go for two different shows - one being one of my favorites (and possibly a fourth wife - I'm talking Big Love for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about) and the other is one that is not one of my favorites, but one I usually start watching then get bored with by the 5th week (American Idol -and a new judge). I did watch some of American Idol last night. My God, could this show jump the shark any more than it already has? You know when they bring in another judge that it's gone beyond stale. Big Love, however, can bring on a fourth wife and it would still be interesting.
Which leads me to my predictions for this upcoming season of Big Love, which starts back this Sunday for it's third season. I only recently became an avid watcher of this show, mostly because I get so fucking bored on the train I have to have something to do while I'm sitting there. So, I load up shows on my little Creative Zen Vision W media player and watch worthless shit. Now, if you don't want any spoilers - and I don't mean this to be a spoiler because it's just what I think will happen, then stop reading NOW.
Okay, you've chosen to continue reading. Alright. I think that Sarah will wind up getting dumped by her spooky boyfriend since she's finally decided to be the bad girl and give up the goods. And he's going to wind up being the creepy snake he looks like he is and dump her ass quicker than he climaxes (because you just know that guy is done in about 20 seconds) because he's already way too freaked out about daddy. And daddy Bill will be behind the dumpage. Anyway, from the looks of the previews she's sitting there with some shirt or something, presumably her freaky boyfriends because he dumped her and (who isn't seeing this one coming?) winds up pregnant. Yes, that's right, pregnant. And the equally creepy LDS neighbor, who now knows that her neighbors are polygamists, is going to be so pissed off that Margene won't be her surrogate womb that she's going to threaten to expose them. Of course, the light bulb will go off in the 3 (or 4) wives heads and *ta da* - they will plot to give Sarah's baby to the creepy neighbor.
It could happen! We'll just have to wait and see....
What a day already. I get into work and the boss is on the warpath. Great. Just what you want at 7:30am on a freezing cold Tuesday morning.
He’s going through everything. What’s with this? Why wasn’t that done. Where is this? What happened to that? I guess that’s what a boss does, right? Keeping track of stuff that isn’t getting done. Luckily, it’s nothing on my desk. *holding breath* Naw, I really do like my boss. He rarely gets all pissy so it's kind of a shock when he does.
I don’t know what happened to this “blizzard” we were supposed to get overnight, but we woke up to the same amount of snow we had when I went to bed. I’m not complaining, mind you, but had we gotten all that blizzard shit I wouldn’t be sitting here typing. I would be at home, all warm and snug in my bed having a snow day. But that just isn’t in the cards for today.
I’m pretty stoked, though, that my laptop will be back in my hot little hands by the time I get home from work. Now, the question is, will it still contain all my data or did they replace the unit without swapping the hard drives? I guess I’ll know around 5:00pm tonight! Cross your fingers and pray for me.
I suppose I better get back to work before the boss catches on that I’m not actually typing the 10 page document he just handed me about 20 minutes ago. That would be a very bad thing….
Even though I spent most of Sunday lounging around the house and napping every few hours. Mostly, it was from staying up way too late again on Saturday night. Or it was the Sunday late morning trip to Walmart (forever now known as Satan’s Bowels) that sealed the deal. Take your pick.
The show on Saturday went good – except for Dennis breaking a string first song in. Luckily, he had, like, 100 guitars with him (okay, high exaggeration – he only had 4 I think) and made the switch before anybody even really knew what happened. There was a huge crowd there, despite all the fucking snow we got on Friday through Saturday. Needless to say we didn’t get home until around 3:30 am. And what’s going to be worse is he has a show this week on Friday and on Saturday. Seriously, I’m getting way too old for this stay up late crap. It takes me two days to recover, which means I’m totally worthless come Monday.
Come Sunday morning we decided we needed to make a trip to Satan’s Bowels. I needed a few things I can’t get at Jewel and wanted to make some taco soup. Mistake – BIG mistake. People are insane at Satan’s Bowels on a Sunday morning. I can’t even imagine what it’s like on a Saturday. You couldn’t even get down the canned vegetable isle without wanting to bash somebody’s skull in. Then going through the checkout lane damned near made me want to bring in an automatic weapon of some kind for my next excursion to Satan’s Bowels. This stupid bitch couldn’t get her credit card to work. And she kept sliding the card through the reader at a pace only outdone by a fucking snail. Then she finally gave up and wrote a check. You would have thought it was the first time she ever wrote out a check considering it took less time to write War and Peace. The three people behind us in line left for the next aisle.
But I did make a purchase that made me smile – a nice, big, crock pot! Yes, I finally broke down and got one. I’ve been wanting to get one for a long time but just never think about it when I’m there. And I tested it out yesterday making the best Taco Soup in the world. So, I guess having to fight the assholes at Satan’s Bowels was only slightly worth it.
So, I hope everybody has a happy Monday – which is about as insane as those stupid commercials wishing everybody a happy period. Both are equally as annoying.
It’s been three days. Three long, excruciating, hard days without my fix. My fix, of course, being my laptop computer.
Before I sent my laptop out to be repaired I took every single precaution I could think of. I backed up and removed every single picture I had and every single document I had saved. Who wants some creepy geeky guy looking at my pictures? Not that there are any porno shots on there or anything, but still. Way too much of a creep vibe not to remove them. I also backed up and removed all of my work related databases per my boss’ request. He doesn’t want his entire client list and document history to be in the hands of who knows who. I also backed up my entire ITunes library onto not only an external drive but a DVD also – just in case.
However, I failed to consider one very important factor – and one very major flaw in my dependence of my laptop. Online bill paying. While online bill paying is extremely handy, one of the things I managed to overlook is the fact that all of my usernames and passwords are stored on my laptop and are filled in automatically when I access the site via my bookmarks. And I can’t remember all of them. I’m not concerned with the geek squad being able to look at my bank account (and not that they would find anything interesting there anyway). I have a master password in Norton 360 that will prevent any of my bookmarks or automatic logins from triggering if it is not entered. However, I have to pay these bills before my laptop comes back and, for the life of me, don’t recall what they are! And I have had many of my bill keepers stop sending me paper invoices since I do everything online. You know, save a tree eat a beaver – that kind of thing.
So, I’ll be spending my weekend going through all of my accounts one by one, logging in, making sure I’m up to date on my bill paying schedule worksheet – which I did remember to backup and have since accessed.
Does that get me out of paying my bills? Hardly. It just makes it a tad more difficult. And I learned a valuable lesson in the process. Keep a secure list of all your account numbers, usernames, and passwords if you’re a geek like me that pays everything online.
It started out okay. But, on the train, my eyes started seeing holes. Not good. I don’t know what causes it, or how to prevent it, or how to treat it when it happens – I just have to deal with it.
And what I thought would be a nice, peaceful morning in the office isn’t turning out that way. My boss was supposed to be in a meeting this morning but the meeting was cancelled which means he is here, in the office, driving me crazy! I might have to leave early today, but I’ll wait and see how it goes. But I’m not sure if I can leave considering I don’t have a ride home from the train station. Dennis isn’t going to be home this morning. Ah, the pitfalls of not driving yourself. You have to adjust to other people’s schedules.
The biggest bummer in all of this is tonight is our home night. Since Dennis is working on a million different music projects including his original project Six Foot Model and the album coming out soon, Chasing Amy (a cover band playing mostly requested songs that plays out every weekend), a Jazz band that will do shows in the middle of the week, and whatever else he gets roped into doing. I guess if you’re going to be a professional musician you have to do whatever pays – even if you don’t like the material. The downside is that he’s shacked up in rehearsals or shows most days of the week. Case in point, this week I think he was only home Tuesday and tonight, rehearsals for Jazz band on Monday, had Tuesday off, Chasing Amy rehearsal on Wednesday, tonight off, Six Foot Model rehearsals on Friday, show on Saturday, not sure about Sunday. He’s become quite the busy guy!
Well, I’m going to try to get as much work done as possible until I find out when Dennis will be home and plan on going home, going to bed, and sleeping this horrible migraine off.
Yes, it’s true. I decided to take a hiatus for a while but I kinda miss my own stupid rants and decided to revive it.
The first thing I’m going to say is this – and if you are a person of even moderate intelligence this should be a no brainer. If you don’t like me, don’t like what I have to say, then don’t read my fucking blog!!! It’s really that simple. If you dare to continue reading, that’s your choice. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A lot has happened since my last post. And I’m not even going to get into all the boring and trite details other than to say that life is good! Could be better, I won’t deny that, but could be worse – and has been worse in 2008. But this is 2009. It’s a new year, with new things happening – in with the new, out with the old. Except for some old things aren’t necessarily bad.
I have discovered quite a few things in 2009. One of them being that there are some real assholes out there in the cyberworld. Some of them have nothing better going on in their lives than the social standings on the internet. People – the internet is not real! Get out, find some real friends and stop using the internet as your own silly social experiment. That being said, I have some very good internet friends that do not fall into this category. And you know who you are. And if you’re insulted by this, then you know who you are too. But that’s not my problem – that’s yours. Stop examining everybody else’s life and start pointing the fingers at your own. I know that’s a hard thing to do, but not everything is about you. And for those of you that are reading this and are tired of my constant attention whoring I have one thing to say to you – stop giving me the fucking attention then! You look like a complete and total idiot when you do that. And you know who you are. Making a 10 page thread to express how I crave attention is the most absurd thing you can do. Then to complain when I won’t fight with you about it? Do you own a brain? And I understand your feeble little minds can’t even come close to grasping that concept, but try.
I am going to dedicate myself each and every morning to try to make you laugh, piss you off, and to make you think.
Hey, I said I and dedicating myself to trying. I didn’t say anything about accomplishing that goal!
