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Friday, December 02, 2005

Ya know how I occasionally piss off a wife of one of my readers?

She's actually gotten to the point where she has threatened to leave him....
...because he reads me and IM's me every few weeks to say "hi" and catch up on the 'behind the scenes' news.

Does this add flare to my site? Or to my online personality? Hmm....

WAIT! Is that even a real reason to throw into court? Can that be done?

Judge: Why are you asking for this divorce?
Wife: Because he refuses to stop IM'ing this one chick in TX. We live across the country and he photographs women nude, but none of that matters, I trust him physically around other women, but when he gets near a computer, I am so afraid this engaged chick from TX is gonna steal him away....

*sigh* Makes no sense to me.

Thursday, December 01, 2005
I SO Seriously Need A Life.

Is there any more to be said?

I have worked over 11 STRAIGHT hours each day this week (with the exception of Tuesday-took a short lunch to meet with a friend), I go home and have nothing to do (unless you count pissing off a reader's wife), I either cook or go out to eat or go shopping just to bide my time, when the opportunity arises I travel four blocks just to see how pissed-off I can get C's mother, I spoil LittleOne, I spend money....

...you get the idea. I concluded that I only do these things because either I don't have a life or I don't have a quiet place to lounge about in ze'nood--which, oftentimes, is really all I want to do when I get off work; I don't want to come home and deal with fussing and fighting--I'm not a parent yet-- I don't want to come home and cook a big meal, I don't want to come home and argue with the parental units because they've had death threats from their students or they're short on groceries or they're short on cash--come to think of it, they still owe me $200...I'll just have 'em reimburse me through my insurance payment....

I've found a solution: either get more friends who are intellectual and love lounging around watching tv (and are up, once in awhile, for "stupid-humor"--cuz that's just important), enjoy going out and doing things (bowling, for one), don't mind having Taco Bell or Arby's thrown in the mix of homecooked meals (at least twice a week, I'm not a stove-slave yet!), and aren't nerdy (geeky is ok, nerdy is...well, it's nerdy); OR get my own place where I can come home, cook, watch tv, do whatever, and enjoy a quiet comfortable place to lounge about in ze'nood (come to think of it, alone with a book would be nice...for once).

I somehow don't see the first coming about anytime soon. And so far I'm a 12month contracted job away from that second solution. But I'm slowly getting prepared for it! Mandy and E just donated their old dining room set and matching end tables (they're keeping the matching coffee table--grr) for my future unfurnished living abode. It's a BEAUTIFUL set worth HUNDREDS. Quite literally.

So, yea, I have a place picked out, WELL worth the money (2bedroom, in this area, for only $495/mo? You THINK I'm gonna pass that up?), I just need the job to maintain the rent. C would move in with me...eventually. He's not thrilled with me paying all the bills, paying rent, having a job an hour and a half away, and trying to set up night school in the Spring to (1)further my education (2)boost possible pay--seems to take away from his "manly, protective, and dominate nature." Poor dear.

He also seems to be taking the sexual-harassment thing rather well--meaning he's not hunting down and killing. He's all about wrapping his arms around me and asking if I'm alright and kissing my forehead and holding me close and never letting go. Practically to the point where he wants to go with me to any future possible job interviews. He's found a way to prove his manly-protectiveness.

Can you believe I was accused of being in love with him yesterday? *sigh*

And even if he doesn't move in with me right away, I'll have a two bedroom place TO MYSELF to freely kick back and relax in. Maybe then I could find some more friends--you know, the kind that could bring over some sort of vodka housewarming gift and would be content to flip back-and-forth between Lost and the Stars game and would actually enjoy discussing politics and current events during ensuing simulcast comercials....

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

That last entry, which I got a ton of phone calls about and not a single comment (I love my concerned readers), is about the same manager who called me up and openly asked me to be his mistress.

Did I not tell y'all about that?


Well, see, it was just after C and I split this last time and I was over at TJ's place to watch a Stars game. He called to invite me, personally, to the company's anniversary special open house--they were showcasing what they do to their vending companies, their customer companies, their friends and family, and prospective customer companies. I'm a worker with one of their customer companies, but I'm not upper management, I'm just a step below the invitees from my company--this manager especially wanted to see me there. After business, he slipped into his droning on and on about women in the workforce, in this feild blah blah blah blah. Then he started talking about my single state.

See, he and my supervisor are friends. They go for drinks and chat--err, gossip about work and stuff. My supervisor let it slip I was single. This manager took it upon himself to tell me, before he found this out, that his wife supposedly allowed him to bring home playthings because she traveled a lot.

Like I'll ever believe that.

Or take anyone up on it!

Nice try buddy. Do better, but quit trying on me.

In this phone call, he quite openly brought this up and quite openly asked me to be his mistress, spilling all he had to offer (besides making a woman feel special -gag-).

Right there I had something that could get him in tons of trouble. But, being the person I am, I let it slide. I mean, Hell, I joke around with my coworkers all the time, worse topics come up and get shrugged away.

But then last night happened.

See, I'm out of a job either today or tomorrow, depends on the UK's decision to extend the deadline for the paperwork. This manager mentioned me to a customer company of his and they showed interest in me, and we were supposed to meet today for lunch, however being a partnership, they refuse to meet one-on-one when the other is out of town, so I am awaiting a call for tomorrow or Friday. So last night, while more than just the manager was there, I went to see the kind of products that this company does. I found out the customer company is RedRockMicro. RRM is a startup dream business of some other higher corporation. Anyway, I took a tour of their product with this manager and sat afterwards in his office discussing my impending lack of employment. I knew his boss (CEO and one cool guy) was leaving at 6:30, and I had arrived at 5:30, taken the tour (roughly fifteen minutes max) and it soon became apparent he was keeping me talking until he knew for sure his boss had gone. I casually looked at my watch and knew I had to leave and leave NOW -- it was 6:45.

He made as if to walk me to the door, then walked me into an empty and dark board room. I skirted around his attempts to hug me and he showed his dismay to the table and chairs he went about rearranging and clearing. He then walked me to the door, which was locked and as I reached to unlock it, not noticing I had literally backed myself into a corner, he ran his hand down my back and grabbed my ass.

Let me say I've been in this situation before, and that one I actually brought on myself by flirting and teasing and inviting the danger. This was pure unwanted attentions. I pushed him away with more force than I knew I had, and didn't realize that the heel of my stilleto had stomped toward his foot (my push actually knocked him out of my heel's reach). He was a little bewildered and I was slightly frantic to get out the door.

When he reached over and opened the door I sorta squeezed up to the corner of the wall and then slipped out the door. We stood outside for a few minutes discussing when the company would call me and then he had his arms around me in a stiff hug and asked --not jokingly-- when I would allow him to take advantage of me.


I pushed out of his hug and walked swiftly to my car, something even I admit I should have done as soon as I was out that door.

So today, as soon as my supervisor gets here (oh, another fourty-five minutes as right now it's 7:15), I'm closing his office door and sitting down with him about this. One good thing: he reads my blog and is one of the ones who contacted me last night, though he txt'd my phone, so he knows something's up.

The first statement of that last post (I'm a fucking idiot) I firmly believe. I should have waited for a more suitable time to preview the products of the company looking to hire me.

And to the reader's wife who insists on harassing me: believe what you will. I have no plans for your husband, never have, and if you don't stop harassing me, I really will come to your town and start harassing you the way you believe I am doing. Normally I'm a sweet girl, but if you keep it up, I will come and break that pretty nose of yours.

And, if I were you, I'd quit with the double standards. Really does nothing for your character. Your husband takes nude photographs of his friends, and you're fine with this, but you have a problem with him going online and looking up porn and talking to me, a girl who USED to have topless shots? He's not cheating with me, no chance of it ever coming to that, but those girls he shoots, I'd be worried there could be something there. You claim I take him away mentally, I say that from what I've seen of you, you push him away.

He loves you dearly, he's told me that a million times. It's quite sickening when I hear that and see how you act toward me. Do I have intentions of coming on to him? No. I'm happily affianced myself. So back.thefuck.off.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Why The Fuck Do I Bother????????

I'm a fucking idiot. That's all that ever needs be said.

Anyone know a good Dallas-based sexual-harassment lawyer I can hire?

Diet News

Breakfast today:

- 4 12oz cups Dark Chocolate Hot Cocoa
- 1 croissant (plain)
- 5 select cookies (one of each--and each one is full of nuts and fruits)
- 1/2 20oz bottle of PowerAde (the blue one)

This is better than my normal daily breakfasting of...
- 3 12oz cups Dark Chocolate Hot Cocoa
- 2 12oz cans Pepsi

....don't you think?

Monday, November 28, 2005
Family Talk

Here's a subject I love going into...

We all know my family is crazy and that's the main reason C refused to come over for Thanksgiving. He seems to think I'm the sane one; in the words of one of my more favorite cartoons: "He don't know me too well, do he?"

But how screwed up is my seemingly perfect family? To answer that, let's delve into the Holiday Spirit that has come up like a fog so thick, even a laser can't trim it.

Around this time of the year, usually, we'd be pulling out the tree, compiling lists to Santa, decorating, and generally cursing the slow movement of time--at least us kids would, the parentals would always wait until the last minute before allowing us the time to indulge in the shopping. They'd stockpile presents all year without us realizing it and we'd scour their room in search of the elusive gifts. We'd all go shopping at once, in one day we'd draw names from a hat, buy one gift for that person, hide it in the buggy under a coat, and try to see if we could guess what else mom and dad threw in the hiding. We were raised on little for Christmas, being always taught (or tried to be taught) that the holidays were about giving, not recieving.

But it was also a time for fighting. I've never known financial stability, nor have I known financial crisis--I've been too unexposed to them both, though I've lived both. (one of those you're living it, but you don't realize it kinda things)

My parents have fought since I can remember.

No, I take that back, I remember a time of sunshine and happiness, but I was really really really little at the time. But once the fighting began, it stuck. The holidays always seemed like the fighting got worse.

A smart kid learns to steer clear, walk eggshells until the New Year holiday.

Nowadays there's no exception, and the only thing I see coming is more bad news.

The lighter side, if there is such a thing, is that Sis and BIL are down to, literally, their last dime. It has gotten so bad for them that a parent in the children's church nursery, the group Sis watches over, has put Sis and family in the "people to help" jar; which means they won't have to buy any gifts or cook any Christmas meal, the church will do that, allowing them to save what money they can for bills and neccessities--which the church will be readily available to help with if they only say the word. Not only that, but Sis has taken up a job at a local cleaning service company and cleans banks after 11pm and before 7am just to help them scrape by. Upon hearing that, and knowing what Sis and BIL need, I immediately sent her a $150 gift card to Wal*Mart. White-trashy? If you say so.

Thing is, I didn't grow up with much, but there were a few Christmas's where if Sis hadn't sent gifts, I wouldn't've had a Christmas. I can vividly remember one such year. Dad wouldn't let us open the yearly box from Sis to count how many gifts we each got; he hoarded it and went and covered up her name with "Santa" on half the gifts that year. How could I not try to repay that?

The downside to that is, that money came from savings, the savings that I'm using to get an apartment--the apartment I desperately need now that I know some insider information.

You see, my dad and I had a talk a few months ago, in which he called me "a little birdie who hides when confronted." He may have been right, but that's only because I'm a smart little birdie who's learned when it's best to run and stay. Right now? HA! It's time to hit the barracks, we got a bombshell about to drop! And knowing how everything falls back on me -- the oldest sibling living in the house -- I'm headed out that door!

As it appears, this year is no different from every other year: the Christmas holiday will be fraught with fighting and yelling and slamming doors and lack of money. With luck (and your support) I won't be anywhere near the implosive battlefield.

Yes, I'm asking for your help. For Christmas, lend a helping hand, help put me in an apartment. Right now my job situation is whack; at best I won't have a new job for three weeks and by then it'll be Christmas. Unless by some strange twist of fate I land a major contract with a well paying company.... I'm not asking for money, just the furnishings for an apartment...you know, gift cards to IKEA, Target, Wal*Mart, Sears....places I can go and get the things I need. Though, my fear is, this current job lead I've got will fall through and I won't be able to get the place...it's a 2bed/1bath for $495/mo; really not that bad. AND it's in a quiet neighborhood and is quite homey with the slightly rundown homes housing elderly folk surrounding the place. Only downside is it's next to the DART (dallas-area-rapid-transit) track. Good thing I grew up with train tracks in my backyard!

Gawd I go soooo offtrack SOoooo fast! Grab my collar next time, why don't you?

So I'm shipping my savings off to North Carolina to my sister and the kids while trying to outrun some disaster revolving around another sister at home.... I have quite the Christmas coming up. Good thing I've already got $400 worth of gifts rounded up. I learned how to buy'n'stash a long time ago; now I'm putting it to good use. Bunny, since I feel like I owe you something, I'm buying you a Christmas gift. Where's your wish list?

The family is in a riot right now. My great-aunt is in the process of buying a house from my dad (though she doesn't know he's really just giving it to her and using the money on random repairs to the place) and moving from Florida to Oklahoma. My grandmother is in a depression-slump about her age, her childrens' ages, and her great-grandchildrens' ages (not to mention the "getting old" health issues her children are running into)--and I think there may be a great-great-grandchild in there somewhere; with such a huge family, you lose count.... My aunt, who is taking care of my grandmother, is in frail health herself, shocked by her own son leaving to Brazil not far after he graduated college. Another aunt, who, along with her husband, moved into their house in a "rent-to-own" contract with my father, is now forced to work 70+hrs a week to pay bills (not including rent; rent has been waived indefinately) and medical bills for her lung cancer. She and her husband basically work in a legalized sweat shop making sport braces and "squish" pillows (those pillows that have the microbead fillings)--the same place (with new name) that my mom worked at when she was pregnant with my brother and had an iron fall and severely burn her hand.

-- oh look! A phone call from Sis....hang on a sec.

Oy! It's 25mins later! Good thing I'm on lunch break! She wanted to tell me she got the email-giftcard. Shocked speechless. The first words out of her mouth (after about five minutes of sputtering): "You know dad would have a coniption if he knew what you did!"

Yup, this is one family bursting with...something...I don't know...but you can feel the love. No really, you can, it leaves pretty black and blue eardrums too.

Well, I guess I oughta get back to work...I mean I do have an obligation to fulfill before I'm out of here....Wednesday is my last day....If I'm lucky enough to last until then....

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I met one of my new neighbors' kids today. And his friend. Kids!

I met them because their dog got out. They didn't even know their dog got loose. HUGE Golden Retriever. Not command-friendly either. Needs obedience school.

Here's how I met them: The dog wasn't just walking around in my yard. No, it was bounding around across the street from my house. I was in my car coming home. Nothing wrong there, right? Not until I got close to my house. The dog, thrill taker as he is, JUMPED in front of my car! I was on the phone with Bitch at the time and I screamed at the unexpected dog suddenly looking me in the face.

I did not hit the dog. My brakes are scarily good. I could stop on a dime. Not anti-lock though.

I looked up after I stopped...the dog wasn't in front of me...he was outside my driver door, staring me in the face...and I SWEAR he was laughing at me!!!!!

I pulled over in front of my house, only about six feet away, and got out. The dog had bounded to the next house, on his way to the busy street. I tried calling him, whistling, and everything. He was, I swear, taunting me, daring me to chase him. I watched him bound around the corner. I heard brakes. I heard horns. I was wondering if I should hunt down the crazy thing.

Then he started trotting back to me. Slowly. Investigating every house, every door, every car, every tree, even stopping to mark a mailbox. I finally caught his attention again and called him over. Slowly he came, catching his attention on something or other, causing me to whistle again...and again....and again...and again...and again.....and..you get the picture.

I snagged his collar; friendly beast really, but he knew that having his collar grabbed was bad, and tried to struggle away from me--I am only a strange woman!

Let me just say this: I'm a little girl. I'm strong for a little girl. But I'm barely a match for a HUGE FULL GROWN Pure Bred Golden Retriever. I don't know how, but I got him to lay down while I patted his tummy with the same hand I was dialing on my cell the number on his collar that was in the other hand. That takes skill.

I called. I left a message saying who I was, my phone number, that I almost ran over their dog, and that I would call back again in a few moments. I called again. A woman answered. I said my name and asked if they had a dog, a Golden Retriever. Her words: "oh no, did he get out again!?!??!"

Again? Lady, if your dog is getting out and you don't even KNOW he's loose, you need to add extra security to that fence! AGAIN? You need to do SOMETHING other than hope he doesn't get loose!

About two minutes after I hung up, three kids come galavanting down the road "Look! There's Buddy!!! BUDDY!!! Come 'ere boy!!!" That dog DRAGGED me halfway down the street as I TRIED to walk him back to his house; he feigned listening before, I didn't want him loose again! They had a hold of him about two seconds and the mom drove up and opened the backseat door and yelled a thank you before driving off.

That's my tale of how I met the new neighbors. I nearly had a heartattack. And my cat now hates me because I smell like dog. At least I did. He still hasn't forgiven me...even after I've given him his treat. He disowns his own mom. Oh the price of being an animal lover!

Friday, November 25, 2005
TidBits & Beer Nuts

(only because Shots is [taken])

I feel hungover this morning...
And I didn't have any alcohol at all.

I broke down and wrote a poem. I've been fighting it because I just KNEW that if I let something slip out of my head and into words then I'd have writer's bloc faster than you can speed to the nearest After-Thanksgiving Sale. Here's to hoping I'm wrong...

My hands ache to grab a pen and scribe,
My heart aches to proclaim its beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

My mind is flooded with a physical pounding,
A need to be released is loud and beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

My fingers itch to wrap around thin plastic,
They protest to the table with steady beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

My eyes close to imagine the words on paper,
They appear to taunt me with an incessant beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

My eyes snap open with resignation,
My fingers clench into a fist for one last beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

My will is strong and the battle is won.
The silence is deafening with the lack of beating,
But my will is strong; I refuse.

To let everything stop and the flame burn out is unjust,
Gingerly my fingers grasp and writing replaces beating,
My will is strong; but it I refuse.

What the hell...?????
I'm finding myself in the restroom every 10-15mins to pee lately...I mean, it's been this way for the last three days! I *KNOW* I'm not pregnant, I just got off my period, so what is going on?

Thanksgiving is over; Cowboys lost. I'm not thrilled. Christmas has officially begun; I saw people putting up trees at 8pm last night.

Shoppers got out early to the 5:30am sales...made my trip in to work hell. I'll be joining those shoppers tomorrow.

Idiot me never checked the CD I just bought. I want to kick myself in the ass for it too. It's [Sony]. You have to "agree" to the EUA, which automatically downloads a "coding" to your computer so you can listen to the CD. They mention that the CD, because of this coding, won't be able to play on some computers; what they don't mention is that "some" equals about 90% of all computers.

It's a wonderful CD but I don't want to buy a second of just to have a copy to play in my car (I refuse to play storebought CDs in my car; my car is infamous for killing CDs because of a lack of decent shocks). Normally I burn a copy of it onto my computer to listen to and burn a copy for my car. 

I'm an idiot for not looking or paying attention to the CD, no? 

Arg, I'm off now to rush to the restroom...again...and to head home to take care of a few things I've been putting off. I'll show y'all pictures later (not of me, but of what I'm working on).

Hope everyone's Turkey Dinner was wonderful, I'll post again later!

Thursday, November 24, 2005

It's officially time for more turkey, and I don't mean the fowl.

Overtime...it was fucking OVERTIME! IT WAS A FUCKING FIELD GOAL!!!

10 Things

Stolen and manipulated/mutilated from Big Dick's Top Ten Reasons To Be Thankful At Thanksgiving


Number Ten:
...for having my blog to relinquish all my insanity--keeps me from unleashing on those around me.

Number Nine:
...for idiots who can't drive or try to hog the road--without them, my pent up rage would never be expressed, heard, or felt by that squishy coyote that managed to get mutilated in the middle of the highway.

Number Eight:
...that there are multiple free blogservices that allow me to cater to my multiple personalities.

Number Seven:
...for the beloved genre of writing known as literotica--do I need to explain?

Number Six:
...that I live in America--I'll get into this in another post.

Number Five:
...for my innocence and naivette and overactive imagination through my troublesome childhood--unable to realize what was going on other than mommy and daddy getting mad a lot sheilded me and helped me grow and mature faster (believe it or not, it did).

Number Four:
...for being alone in the friendship department--I have plenty of time to devote to long hours at work and time to reflect on myself and the day and recent events...and to let my still over-active imagination run wild!

Number Three:
...for those men who own up to their responsibilies and stick with the one they knocked up.

Number Two:
...to have a wonderful fiance, even if he does tend to drift off and not pay attention while he plays his games.

And finally...












Number One:
...that I'm not pregnant.

Happy Turkey Day! :)

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