What do "normal" couples do on Friday nights together? We didn't make any plans, so we are sitting here watching Blues Clues. I tried coming up with a plan for tomorrow... perhaps inviting some friends over for a Game Night. Or, getting a babysitter and going to a movie. I keep getting stalled out on my ideas. I know the Daddylicious is very used to being on the go on the weekends, and I fear he is going to quickly become unhappy if we don't do SOMETHING.
Suggestions?
The day went great. I left work early (I've put in plenty of OT with waking at 4am to work and working until 11pm). I went and got a massage. It was heaven on a stick.
The stinky ass shower is getting to take place. I'll keep you posted ASAP. Like I said, she won't go into the bathroom on her own. It's going to be interesting.
~~~~~UPDATE~~~~~~
The stinky ass dog shower went well. Hailey didn't buck, I think because she didn't know what to expect. Daisy bucked, because she saw exactly what Hailey went through. They had a hard time drying off. Labs stay wet for the longest time. They are locked in the utility room.
I doubt they ever step foot anywhere near our master bath ever again.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Elmo is Very Happy to See YOU!
We are learning about dancing, and it isn't even 7:00am! Elmo loves dancing! I actually love Elmo and so do the LM's!
I will be gone to an out of town meeting this morning. I'm taking responsibility for driving us there, because part of us has road rage (she knows who she is, I tease her). Part of the Party (she knows who she is) also likes to dawdle. This Tribal Vehicle will be leaving at 8:15. Really and truthfully 8:30, but I put the 8:15 leave time so as to make sure dawdlers get their coffee and their breakfast and get in the car on time.
Fun Stuff: I booked our pre-hotel for our Cruise in April. I got a great deal on Travelocity.
I also talked to my travel agent about our Cruise and got all excited about Sting Ray City in Grand Cayman.
Must go put on the Game Face and the Game Gear. I'll be wearing a black and white wrap dress (knee length) with my hooker boots. As you know, the more put together I feel the more confident I feel and the more confident I feel the less likely I am to have that nervous breakdown.
Oh- and by the way- The Daddylicious said he would go to counceling with me so that he can hear all about my anxiety because I can't esplain it very well.
Good Day to You All!
I will be gone to an out of town meeting this morning. I'm taking responsibility for driving us there, because part of us has road rage (she knows who she is, I tease her). Part of the Party (she knows who she is) also likes to dawdle. This Tribal Vehicle will be leaving at 8:15. Really and truthfully 8:30, but I put the 8:15 leave time so as to make sure dawdlers get their coffee and their breakfast and get in the car on time.
Fun Stuff: I booked our pre-hotel for our Cruise in April. I got a great deal on Travelocity.
I also talked to my travel agent about our Cruise and got all excited about Sting Ray City in Grand Cayman.
Must go put on the Game Face and the Game Gear. I'll be wearing a black and white wrap dress (knee length) with my hooker boots. As you know, the more put together I feel the more confident I feel and the more confident I feel the less likely I am to have that nervous breakdown.
Oh- and by the way- The Daddylicious said he would go to counceling with me so that he can hear all about my anxiety because I can't esplain it very well.
Good Day to You All!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Note to Self: Part Deux
Give Stinky Ass Dog a bath TOMORROW. Perhaps even Saturday when she can loll around in the sunshine (if there is any).
Not such a happy day today, and it might be because the Game Face was not on. I was too busy to put on the makeup. By the time I got to work, I was too busy. Then I had to go to the dentist to get a crown and a filling and by that time I decided to say Fuck It. That Happy Air mask would just waller my make up right off anyway.
By the time the anesthesia wore off, I was literally crying in pain. I had to go back to the dentist to let him look at it. He did some more drilling (Oh My Favorite) and gave me some Lortabs. I'm back in pain now, and starving to death because I have not eaten all day. Pork rinds would hurt too bad.
It is so nice to have the Daddylicious home on a Thursday night. I wonder if he is reading this? I wonder if he knows how kick ass it is that he did laundry and dishes? I aim to tell him, trust me. The girls are loving it, too.
Just a little bit put out with my doctor who prescribed me a half of a dose of Attivan for my PA's. I called her this morning (crying). She told me to take a few days off work (no fucking way that is going to happen I'm busy, people). PLUS work is my escape, what am I going to do sit in the recliner and cry? She refused to give me anything stronger. Mamalicious is taking it to the next level and I don't even know what that is yet. I'm just asking for a temporary fix, not a lifetime supply or anything. GEEZE.
Now I have to go do the work I didn't do today because I was hanging out at the dentist breathing the happy air. Couldn't they have offered to send that home with me?
Not such a happy day today, and it might be because the Game Face was not on. I was too busy to put on the makeup. By the time I got to work, I was too busy. Then I had to go to the dentist to get a crown and a filling and by that time I decided to say Fuck It. That Happy Air mask would just waller my make up right off anyway.
By the time the anesthesia wore off, I was literally crying in pain. I had to go back to the dentist to let him look at it. He did some more drilling (Oh My Favorite) and gave me some Lortabs. I'm back in pain now, and starving to death because I have not eaten all day. Pork rinds would hurt too bad.
It is so nice to have the Daddylicious home on a Thursday night. I wonder if he is reading this? I wonder if he knows how kick ass it is that he did laundry and dishes? I aim to tell him, trust me. The girls are loving it, too.
Just a little bit put out with my doctor who prescribed me a half of a dose of Attivan for my PA's. I called her this morning (crying). She told me to take a few days off work (no fucking way that is going to happen I'm busy, people). PLUS work is my escape, what am I going to do sit in the recliner and cry? She refused to give me anything stronger. Mamalicious is taking it to the next level and I don't even know what that is yet. I'm just asking for a temporary fix, not a lifetime supply or anything. GEEZE.
Now I have to go do the work I didn't do today because I was hanging out at the dentist breathing the happy air. Couldn't they have offered to send that home with me?
Note to Self:
Bathe the dog's stinky ass. Literally- her ass smells like ass. I have taken a wash cloth full of Coast to it twice since yesterday. I've got to come up with a plan to get an 80 pound dog into the shower so I can hose her down.
I bathed her in the tub ONE TIME as a puppy. She is 8 years old and will not dare step into the bathroom. We have moved 4 times since she was traumatized in such a heinous way. She won't even come in there when we are brushing our teeth or just standing there. GET OVER YOURSELF. I have a walk in shower now, and I'm going to have to put on my bathing suit and have Daddylicious force her in there by push/pull. Or, I guess I don't really need a bathing suit unless we have to involve the neighbors coming over to help out.
I bathed her in the tub ONE TIME as a puppy. She is 8 years old and will not dare step into the bathroom. We have moved 4 times since she was traumatized in such a heinous way. She won't even come in there when we are brushing our teeth or just standing there. GET OVER YOURSELF. I have a walk in shower now, and I'm going to have to put on my bathing suit and have Daddylicious force her in there by push/pull. Or, I guess I don't really need a bathing suit unless we have to involve the neighbors coming over to help out.
Srsly. It's rotten. It has to be addressed today.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
More Rinds. What Pills?
The BBQ Pork Rinds and Diet Dr. Pepper was an easy decision. But, I don't know what to pick as my drug of choice.
"What's Your Drug of Choice????? Well what have you got? I don't go broke, and I do it alot."
Remember that Alice in Chains song? That is "Junkhead". Kinda how I feel right now, but at least it isn't, like, heroin or something. Or pot. Pot is nasty.
I'm thinking of 2 Ambien. I can't wake up at 4am again this morning, although it might help me get caught up on work work. (Not blog- work).
Are you tired of me bitching yet? I am. I'm done with it, srsly now.
"What's Your Drug of Choice????? Well what have you got? I don't go broke, and I do it alot."
Remember that Alice in Chains song? That is "Junkhead". Kinda how I feel right now, but at least it isn't, like, heroin or something. Or pot. Pot is nasty.
I'm thinking of 2 Ambien. I can't wake up at 4am again this morning, although it might help me get caught up on work work. (Not blog- work).
Are you tired of me bitching yet? I am. I'm done with it, srsly now.
The Way it Works Out Wednesday
Mamalicious had a rough day with that damn 4am start. I was at least productive, I got 1.5 hours of work done before work! I still have so much catching up to do it isn't even funny.
My councelor says I am in crisis mode. What I think she means is that I'm crazy and I make up scenarios to worry about. It's one of my anxiety-related sicknesses. It sucks, but I'm taking steps to help myself and get better.
Daddylicious did NOT take that job offer that the club re-offered him. It was a bunch of CRAP on a STICK. I don't care how much you like crap, but when it is served on a stick.... no thanks!
We have had lots of supportive phone calls and I have to trust that something really great is around the corner for him. For now, I'm just concentrating on how busy I am at work and keeping my mind busy (because it makes up all kinds of stuff like I'm getting my house foreclosed on and we're living in a 1 bedroom studio with all kinds of other homeless people.) And what about the animals? Will that let us take them too?
I can thank my Daddy for that over active imagination with a delightful touch of pessimisim.
It will all shake out in the end, I just have to find a way to get there without driving my family into putting me into a mental health facility. Or wait, maybe that is a pretty good idea?
My councelor says I am in crisis mode. What I think she means is that I'm crazy and I make up scenarios to worry about. It's one of my anxiety-related sicknesses. It sucks, but I'm taking steps to help myself and get better.
Daddylicious did NOT take that job offer that the club re-offered him. It was a bunch of CRAP on a STICK. I don't care how much you like crap, but when it is served on a stick.... no thanks!
We have had lots of supportive phone calls and I have to trust that something really great is around the corner for him. For now, I'm just concentrating on how busy I am at work and keeping my mind busy (because it makes up all kinds of stuff like I'm getting my house foreclosed on and we're living in a 1 bedroom studio with all kinds of other homeless people.) And what about the animals? Will that let us take them too?
I can thank my Daddy for that over active imagination with a delightful touch of pessimisim.
It will all shake out in the end, I just have to find a way to get there without driving my family into putting me into a mental health facility. Or wait, maybe that is a pretty good idea?
What is it with 4am?
Are my days not long enough? Do I need to wake up at 4am and start thinking about all that I have to do so that I can make wise use of my time?
The cat started it. She woke me up telling me she need to go out. For Shit's Sake, Phoebe. There is a CAT DOOR that I have seen you use. USE IT.
Then, I get up and pee. Then I went to the kitchen and stirred up my dressing for my salad for today's luncheon. By then, it was over. I got on the couch to rest, but only started thinking more and there you have it. I'm awake. Going over the events of the day and how it should play out. This is a sickness, I say. A sickness.
The cat started it. She woke me up telling me she need to go out. For Shit's Sake, Phoebe. There is a CAT DOOR that I have seen you use. USE IT.
Then, I get up and pee. Then I went to the kitchen and stirred up my dressing for my salad for today's luncheon. By then, it was over. I got on the couch to rest, but only started thinking more and there you have it. I'm awake. Going over the events of the day and how it should play out. This is a sickness, I say. A sickness.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Pork Rinds and Klonopin
That's what I had for dinner. BBQ Pork Rinds. And a Diet Dr. Pepper. The shiz is good.
Do you know what else I still have to do? Shower/shave legs/wash hair/dry hair. I have been working since the second I got home.
1) Made salad for Relay for Life fundraiser tomorrow
2) Made dessert for Relay for Life fundraiser tomorrow
I do not cook. I had to chop things and mix things up. It totally traumatized me on top of everything else I have had to go through today! I had to chop chives. I cried a little bit. I had to cut up cabbage. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I should just take Pork Rinds and Klonopin.
The dessert is to die for, though. It is green apples (chopped up), mini snickers, and Cool Whip mixed together. You should make it for your next gathering. People will love you and think you are great. It tastes like a carmel apple.
Here are those cute pictures I was mentioning:
Her best buddy Gunnar came to play tonight. She told me that she wanted to be his Sister. Awe!
Do you know what else I still have to do? Shower/shave legs/wash hair/dry hair. I have been working since the second I got home.
1) Made salad for Relay for Life fundraiser tomorrow
2) Made dessert for Relay for Life fundraiser tomorrow
I do not cook. I had to chop things and mix things up. It totally traumatized me on top of everything else I have had to go through today! I had to chop chives. I cried a little bit. I had to cut up cabbage. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I should just take Pork Rinds and Klonopin.
The dessert is to die for, though. It is green apples (chopped up), mini snickers, and Cool Whip mixed together. You should make it for your next gathering. People will love you and think you are great. It tastes like a carmel apple.
Here are those cute pictures I was mentioning:
Her best buddy Gunnar came to play tonight. She told me that she wanted to be his Sister. Awe!
Tag it Tuesday Turns into Termination Tuesday
Without going into too much detail (for Daddylicious' sake), let me just tell you that everything is going to turn out just fine. We have had a roller coster of a day (complete with his being terminated from his job AND being asked to come back IN THE SAME DAY).
It is bewildering. The freak in me wants to go into panic attack mode (only for $ related concerns). Thank God Lexapro is on board with a valium for some back up. I really had that tight feeling in my chest yesterday when I didn't know what was going to happen this morning.
Spirits are high. We are laughing and making light of the situation knowing that God won't put anything before us that we can't tackle.
If anyone wants the down and dirty details (there are plenty, and they are full of humor and reDICKulousness) email me at holly.peters@chickasaw.net. I just don't think I can share the gory (but funny) details of how this went down on this public place. I know ya'll hang on my every word, so the offer stands for me to break it down for you email style.
I have spent ALL.DAY out of town at an Employee Success Rally. I got to meet Dr. Scout Cloud Lee (from Survivor) and hear her speak. I totally want to be a motivational speaker (not the kind down by the river), but the kind that people like to listen to. I want to pair this with a little bit of stand up comedy. Would you all come and see me? Plus, I'm really cute-looking.
I have some cute pictures of the Lil Ma's to post later. Rob and Big will be on soon. If I can stay awake long enough I'll be back to post those pictures and tell you more stories...
It is bewildering. The freak in me wants to go into panic attack mode (only for $ related concerns). Thank God Lexapro is on board with a valium for some back up. I really had that tight feeling in my chest yesterday when I didn't know what was going to happen this morning.
Spirits are high. We are laughing and making light of the situation knowing that God won't put anything before us that we can't tackle.
If anyone wants the down and dirty details (there are plenty, and they are full of humor and reDICKulousness) email me at holly.peters@chickasaw.net. I just don't think I can share the gory (but funny) details of how this went down on this public place. I know ya'll hang on my every word, so the offer stands for me to break it down for you email style.
I have spent ALL.DAY out of town at an Employee Success Rally. I got to meet Dr. Scout Cloud Lee (from Survivor) and hear her speak. I totally want to be a motivational speaker (not the kind down by the river), but the kind that people like to listen to. I want to pair this with a little bit of stand up comedy. Would you all come and see me? Plus, I'm really cute-looking.
I have some cute pictures of the Lil Ma's to post later. Rob and Big will be on soon. If I can stay awake long enough I'll be back to post those pictures and tell you more stories...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Do Work. Son.
This phrase from Big Black (of Rob & Big) totally inspires me.
It makes me want to get my work done. I know Big has trademarked the phrase, but I intend to use it becauses I think he would want me to. I think Big would be glad to know this, so I think I will set out on a mission to let him know.
I'll be ordering this shirt soon, and maybe some other merch.
It makes me want to get my work done. I know Big has trademarked the phrase, but I intend to use it becauses I think he would want me to. I think Big would be glad to know this, so I think I will set out on a mission to let him know.
I'll be ordering this shirt soon, and maybe some other merch.
Multi Slacking?
Daddylicious and I had *date night* tonight! We had a pretty robust conversation about Multi Slacking. He said that he is, "Reviving the Ghetto" and "The King of the Burbs". He says that this is Multi Tasking. I begged to differ, I said this is Multi Slacking. Then, I realized that it really isn't up to me to say what constitutes either. If he thinks this is Multi Tasking, then it is. It really is up to the individual to decide this.
Mail it Out Monday was good. The whole day was productive, with many items crossed off the list and and many more items added to the list.
Tomorrow will be Tag it Tuesday, in which the ultimate goal will be pricing things for my garage sale which is happening Saturday. I will for sure take some pictures of some rabid garage-sale-ers. If you've ever had a garage sale, you will know what I'm talking about.
On a serious note, send some positive thoughts to the Mamalicious Family. We are on the cusp of something major and we could use prayer/positive thoughts if you have some to spare!
Mail it Out Monday was good. The whole day was productive, with many items crossed off the list and and many more items added to the list.
Tomorrow will be Tag it Tuesday, in which the ultimate goal will be pricing things for my garage sale which is happening Saturday. I will for sure take some pictures of some rabid garage-sale-ers. If you've ever had a garage sale, you will know what I'm talking about.
On a serious note, send some positive thoughts to the Mamalicious Family. We are on the cusp of something major and we could use prayer/positive thoughts if you have some to spare!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Close Your Eyes and Taste the Flavor
I do not cook, and I think this has already been covered. However, today the Big Lil Momma helped me make Taco Soup since her Grammy and Grandpa were visiting from out of town.
As part of the meal, I made cornbread (cuz I forgot the tortilla chips). BLM wasn't so much into the soup she made, but she was digging the sweet cornbread.
She asked us to, "Close Your Eyes and Taste the Flavor." Oh, boy! Did that ever make a difference. The flavor... it was good! I think I'll close my eyes and taste the flavor more often. I wonder if she closes her eyes and tastes the flavor of the lunch I pack for her every day? I'm going to be sure and ask her this question tomorrow morning.
In other Sunday News, I listed some more stuff on eBay. I'm getting the hang of it, I think. My good friend Shannon has offered her guidance. I need it, too.
Mail it Out Monday should be a busy one, but hopefully not too busy as I don't have time to do my daily multi-slack at work.
As part of the meal, I made cornbread (cuz I forgot the tortilla chips). BLM wasn't so much into the soup she made, but she was digging the sweet cornbread.
She asked us to, "Close Your Eyes and Taste the Flavor." Oh, boy! Did that ever make a difference. The flavor... it was good! I think I'll close my eyes and taste the flavor more often. I wonder if she closes her eyes and tastes the flavor of the lunch I pack for her every day? I'm going to be sure and ask her this question tomorrow morning.
In other Sunday News, I listed some more stuff on eBay. I'm getting the hang of it, I think. My good friend Shannon has offered her guidance. I need it, too.
Mail it Out Monday should be a busy one, but hopefully not too busy as I don't have time to do my daily multi-slack at work.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Suds it Up Saturday
Was a great success! I have (with the help of Daddylicious) cleaned house. I have done laundry. Everyone has clean sheets on their bed.
The other component that is missing from SIUS is the beer. I do have beer in the fridge, but I may opt for a Mamalicious Margarita instead. I hope this qualifies. (Ashely, I think it does since you are opting for wine.) Oh, hai, another thought... can I include a valium or other type of tranquilizer for SIUS? I promisse I won't go all Heath Ledger on ya'll.
I have decided that Monday will go by the theme of: Mail it Out Monday. I sold some cute lil momma outfits on eBay and will be shipping them on Monday. By the by, I am not so good at this eBay selling shit. I need someone to tutor me. Any offers? Can you email me? (holly.peters@chickasaw.net) I need all of the help I can get.
Tuesday I will be taking Oliver to the vet, then going to one of our casinos for an Employee Success Rally. I can only hope that they will give me a microphone and let me inspire them. However, as far as I know I am not on the bill. I just know that will change in due time.
Wednesday is dedicated to fundraising. I have yet to get a snazzy name for that, but I will be helping out with a Relay for Life luncheon at work. It is going to be great.
I can't remember what Thursday and Friday will bring. Hopefully some time in my office.
I just need to know if I can theme my own days for the NLP:RD, and if they can change on a weekly basis. If anyone who is participating in the NLP:RD is reading and can let me know, I'd appreciate it. Email me or leave me a comment, your choice.
The other component that is missing from SIUS is the beer. I do have beer in the fridge, but I may opt for a Mamalicious Margarita instead. I hope this qualifies. (Ashely, I think it does since you are opting for wine.) Oh, hai, another thought... can I include a valium or other type of tranquilizer for SIUS? I promisse I won't go all Heath Ledger on ya'll.
I have decided that Monday will go by the theme of: Mail it Out Monday. I sold some cute lil momma outfits on eBay and will be shipping them on Monday. By the by, I am not so good at this eBay selling shit. I need someone to tutor me. Any offers? Can you email me? (holly.peters@chickasaw.net) I need all of the help I can get.
Tuesday I will be taking Oliver to the vet, then going to one of our casinos for an Employee Success Rally. I can only hope that they will give me a microphone and let me inspire them. However, as far as I know I am not on the bill. I just know that will change in due time.
Wednesday is dedicated to fundraising. I have yet to get a snazzy name for that, but I will be helping out with a Relay for Life luncheon at work. It is going to be great.
I can't remember what Thursday and Friday will bring. Hopefully some time in my office.
I just need to know if I can theme my own days for the NLP:RD, and if they can change on a weekly basis. If anyone who is participating in the NLP:RD is reading and can let me know, I'd appreciate it. Email me or leave me a comment, your choice.
"It Doesn't Make Me Happy"
The Big Presentation on Friday morning went great! They even gave me a MICROPHONE. I was in heaven. I love nothing more than a captive audience.
After the Big Presentation and a little work, we loaded up and went to Lowes and Big Lots. The Big Little Momma asked, "I can't get anything, Momma?" At Lowes, this answer was acceptable, NBD. At Big Lots, not so much. There were toys and stuffed animals galore. She asked again, "I still can't have nothing, Momma?" (Don't know why she asks thing in the negative, but she has always done this). The answer was still no. She sulked, and quietly went to another asile to pout in silence. The Mimilicious asked her what was wrong... and the answer: "When I don't get nothing, it doesn't make me happy."
How not to laugh at this? There were almost tears in her eyes as we went down another aisle full of Easter Goodies. Mimilicious informed me of the statement (in private), but I wanted to hear it for myself. I did. It was hard not to laugh. (Like the last time she got a flu shot and was hysterical and I was crying I was laughing so hard).
She recovered by the time we got on the road and headed for dinner at her favorite catfish place.
The Little Lil Momma is sick AGAIN. We are trading weeks being sick. I do not know which Little Momma is worse.
I can't believe it is only Saturday. Why are the weekends so long?
What has been nice is all of the suprising positive feedback on my newsed dress :) Yay for Me! Even better the award for LOL blog on MDU. The only thing that could be even better is if I could read this aloud to all of you using a microphone!
After the Big Presentation and a little work, we loaded up and went to Lowes and Big Lots. The Big Little Momma asked, "I can't get anything, Momma?" At Lowes, this answer was acceptable, NBD. At Big Lots, not so much. There were toys and stuffed animals galore. She asked again, "I still can't have nothing, Momma?" (Don't know why she asks thing in the negative, but she has always done this). The answer was still no. She sulked, and quietly went to another asile to pout in silence. The Mimilicious asked her what was wrong... and the answer: "When I don't get nothing, it doesn't make me happy."
How not to laugh at this? There were almost tears in her eyes as we went down another aisle full of Easter Goodies. Mimilicious informed me of the statement (in private), but I wanted to hear it for myself. I did. It was hard not to laugh. (Like the last time she got a flu shot and was hysterical and I was crying I was laughing so hard).
She recovered by the time we got on the road and headed for dinner at her favorite catfish place.
The Little Lil Momma is sick AGAIN. We are trading weeks being sick. I do not know which Little Momma is worse.
I can't believe it is only Saturday. Why are the weekends so long?
What has been nice is all of the suprising positive feedback on my newsed dress :) Yay for Me! Even better the award for LOL blog on MDU. The only thing that could be even better is if I could read this aloud to all of you using a microphone!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
FYI
Two Ambien is better than one.
I slept really well, and I don't think I wandered around in the kitchen or drove my car or any other of those weird things that people do when they take Ambien.
Other than being slightly groggy, I feel good. Groggy is temporary, coffee will fix it.
I have important things to do today, the first of which is to find some really cute stationary to write notes on. I had to write a note to Big Lil Momma's Teacher to tell her that she would be out of school tomorrow. I died a little bit on the inside because the paper came from a spiral notebook and has the frayed edges. I am NOT going to tell anyone on the BHB that I made this transgression. I would be teased to the point of never wanting to return.
I will be out of town this evening through Saturday, maybe Sunday.
Today is also the day of my first session. If I like how it goes, I'll tell you. If I don't, don't expect for me to bring it up again. You can ask, and I might answer you offline or I might change the subject and pretend I don't know what you are talking about. Cool?
I slept really well, and I don't think I wandered around in the kitchen or drove my car or any other of those weird things that people do when they take Ambien.
Other than being slightly groggy, I feel good. Groggy is temporary, coffee will fix it.
I have important things to do today, the first of which is to find some really cute stationary to write notes on. I had to write a note to Big Lil Momma's Teacher to tell her that she would be out of school tomorrow. I died a little bit on the inside because the paper came from a spiral notebook and has the frayed edges. I am NOT going to tell anyone on the BHB that I made this transgression. I would be teased to the point of never wanting to return.
I will be out of town this evening through Saturday, maybe Sunday.
Today is also the day of my first session. If I like how it goes, I'll tell you. If I don't, don't expect for me to bring it up again. You can ask, and I might answer you offline or I might change the subject and pretend I don't know what you are talking about. Cool?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Your Assignment.
I'm an only child. It is customary to praise the only child for everything s/he does. Everything. "I really appreciate you cleaning the toilet today. My turds like to be dropped off in a clean lake." It is your job to make the only child feel good. S/he will be a happier person for it. Take it to the next level by complimenting her on her hair/accessories and how beautiful her children are (do not forget to mention that they look just like her.)
So, here is where your assignment comes in. If you read the post below, you know that I bought a newsed formal dress from a resale shop today. I will show you a few off-focus pictures taken by Mimilicious, but you will get the drift. It is a black formal dress with a lace covered bodice. I got a great deal on it, plus it looks great on me.
Now it is your turn to provide (positive) feedback. Truthfully, I don't care to hear the other kind and if the other kind is given I will just delete it and pretend it didn't happen.
You can say things like: Wow, you look amazing and/or I can tell you have lost weight!
You can say things like: That dress is perfect on you!
You can say something to the effect of: I love your hair color, who does it?
You might like to make a kind comment on how TAN I am.
Really, I don't care what you say as long as the words are pretty and make me feel good. If you need help making stuff up to say, fear not. Contact me Holly Peters and I will help you fill out your complimentary comment. Lots of times I have to give Daddylicious some alternate wording, so I'm sure I can help you too.
ETA: Had to revise some wording as I was in a double Ambien induced haze when I posted this last night.Trash Terminating Thursday
In order to have a restful night, I am going to set this time aside to come up with Thursday's Plan. Unlike some of you, I cannot do this during my work hours. I find this unfair, and it totally limits my creative thinking skills.
My goal is to clear the clutter from my office desk. Some of the decluttering will be work related (read: data entry). Some will be creative (printing handouts for my presentation for Friday).
I will be heading out of town Thursday for my little work trip. I will not be able to check in, so I will make notes to share with all of you when I get back (Saturday or Sunday).
Oh, and by the way- I'm using my Outlook calendar and color codes for my NLP:RD. If that is acceptable, of course.
My goal is to clear the clutter from my office desk. Some of the decluttering will be work related (read: data entry). Some will be creative (printing handouts for my presentation for Friday).
I will be heading out of town Thursday for my little work trip. I will not be able to check in, so I will make notes to share with all of you when I get back (Saturday or Sunday).
Oh, and by the way- I'm using my Outlook calendar and color codes for my NLP:RD. If that is acceptable, of course.
Work it Out Wednesday
This might have been one of my longest days on record. Being up at 4am working on the NLP:RD can really wear a Momma out. I have gotten some great feedback from Ashley on the process.
First of all, it was totally wrong to start out on the NLP:RD with such fervor. I was mentally exhausted by noon.
Secondly, it was wrong of me to assume that I could do this without a label maker. I don't know if I would have used the label maker today- but knowing it was there would have made a big impact.
What did I get done on Work it Out Wednesday? A LOT. A lot more than I normally do in 3 days at work, much less 4 hours. I like to spread things out and procrastinate. It makes me feel good to put something off until the last minute and then get it done at crunch time.
First of all, it was totally wrong to start out on the NLP:RD with such fervor. I was mentally exhausted by noon.
Secondly, it was wrong of me to assume that I could do this without a label maker. I don't know if I would have used the label maker today- but knowing it was there would have made a big impact.
What did I get done on Work it Out Wednesday? A LOT. A lot more than I normally do in 3 days at work, much less 4 hours. I like to spread things out and procrastinate. It makes me feel good to put something off until the last minute and then get it done at crunch time.
- Completed Monthly Report and emailed it to my boss.
- Mailed very important approved contract to the vendor. This right here is big. BIG. I would have gotten this done without WIOW, but being that I was very excited to make progress- it happened this morning rather than this afternoon.
- Made Phone Calls (hate, hate, hate making phone calls)
Called Bunco friend to ask if we could have bunco at our work. The answer was no, because "they" don't allow non-work related activities to go on in the break room after hours. I don't get it. I work for an organization that handles gaming (gambling). Bunco is a game (and it's gambling). What is the problem?
Called Little Lil Momma's pediatrician to ask for a refill of her Singular. Had to explain the whole story about her eating the whole bottle of pills. That was fun.
Called the vet to make Oliver's Big Appointment.
Called Behavioral Health Clinic and made an appointment for some counceling for myself. We can go into why later, I'm just proud I did it. My appointment is tomorrow and I will report back. - Paid bills online
- Emailed HR Lady about my position that closed today. How important am I to get an assistant? She read my email but she didn't respond. I hope I don't have to call. Can't we all just email?
By the time I got all of this done I was drained. I went for some RESALE THERAPY and found my formal dress for our cruise. It is newsed, but I totally love it and it looks great on me. After this I surfed the net for awhile, took a few phone calls (I don't mind answering the phone, I just don't like making phone calls), and emailed some pictures.
I don't like working harder at work than I do at home. Home is where the real work is done. Work should be laid back and relaxing (it usually is). I think I will blame it on WIOW and the fact that I won't be in the office at all on Friday so I had to scrunch a whole bunch of stuff into a 3 day week.
I have taken 2 Ambien this evening, so hopefully there will be a full night of sleep. Or at least until 5am.
4am & The New Life Plan
Ambien is great. But I seem to be waking up at 4am. This is trouble, because if I get one little thought inside of my head- it's over. This is why I'm awake. I decided it would be cool if I just got out the blackberry and made a schedule of the items I would be addressing today (complete with times and reminders...Ashley? Are you reading this? Can I get a what-what?) That was a mistake. Then I start thinking DETAILS about what my day is going to be like and the actual tasks within each specified item to be addressed (the how-to's, if you will).
Maybe the New Life Plan is not something I should go to bed thinking about. Or maybe I need Ambien CR? I'm open for feedback on this, friends. Or maybe I need 2 Ambien or an Ambien and a Unisom... perhaps an Ambien and Melatonin cocktail?
On a positive note, my dinner is ready and smells delicious. I got a new used crock pot (Harvest Gold, no less). We will dine on my favorite white trash meal: beans and cornbread. I'm glad to know that the retro crock pot is working just as well as the new model (which was way too small).
Crap. I gotta go add something to my list of New Life Plan items to address today. Must call vet and make appointment for Oliver's (aka O-Liver) "boy surgery".
Maybe the New Life Plan is not something I should go to bed thinking about. Or maybe I need Ambien CR? I'm open for feedback on this, friends. Or maybe I need 2 Ambien or an Ambien and a Unisom... perhaps an Ambien and Melatonin cocktail?
On a positive note, my dinner is ready and smells delicious. I got a new used crock pot (Harvest Gold, no less). We will dine on my favorite white trash meal: beans and cornbread. I'm glad to know that the retro crock pot is working just as well as the new model (which was way too small).
Crap. I gotta go add something to my list of New Life Plan items to address today. Must call vet and make appointment for Oliver's (aka O-Liver) "boy surgery".
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I'm Adopting a New Life Plan
I love anything and everything that Ashley does and/or says. If you have not checked out her blog, be sure to do so. I've signed up for the New Life Plan, and I am going to begin the New Life Plan: Rough Draft tomorrow.
If you want to know what I'm up to and what this is all about, please go here: http://www.ashleyscloset.blogspot.com/
Trust me, she will love you for reading it and/or posting comments on how great you think she is.
If you want to know what I'm up to and what this is all about, please go here: http://www.ashleyscloset.blogspot.com/
Trust me, she will love you for reading it and/or posting comments on how great you think she is.
Sign Language and the Evening Meal
This thread should really be titled, "Will she eat it?"
I just slaved in the kitchen over some fish shaped fish sticks and a bit of green beans for the Little Lil Momma. When I presented her offering to her, she gave me the sign for "more" and set about crying.
After I told her how hard I worked to prepare the meal, she signed again for "more", cried, then slapped herself in the head. I don't get the slapping herself in the head thing.
Is that sign language for something? What is she saying that I don't get?
She ended up eating 1/2 of a banana and some oatmeal for dinner. Is that wrong? I usually feel really confident about my mothering abilities. But, with dinner- I'm at a loss. It is the most stressful part of the day, so I usually don't start thinking about it until 4:45 pm. I get home and hope that the dinner fairy has left a meal in my fridge. It never happens. I stare in the fridge and I stare in the pantry, I go back to the freezer and then to the other pantry.
I pretty much knew that I'd be responsible for everything when having children. But DINNER, too? I think I'm going to go back to baby food and formula for both girls. That was so much easier.
I just slaved in the kitchen over some fish shaped fish sticks and a bit of green beans for the Little Lil Momma. When I presented her offering to her, she gave me the sign for "more" and set about crying.
After I told her how hard I worked to prepare the meal, she signed again for "more", cried, then slapped herself in the head. I don't get the slapping herself in the head thing.
Is that sign language for something? What is she saying that I don't get?
She ended up eating 1/2 of a banana and some oatmeal for dinner. Is that wrong? I usually feel really confident about my mothering abilities. But, with dinner- I'm at a loss. It is the most stressful part of the day, so I usually don't start thinking about it until 4:45 pm. I get home and hope that the dinner fairy has left a meal in my fridge. It never happens. I stare in the fridge and I stare in the pantry, I go back to the freezer and then to the other pantry.
I pretty much knew that I'd be responsible for everything when having children. But DINNER, too? I think I'm going to go back to baby food and formula for both girls. That was so much easier.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Crunk:30
My favorite show is on tonight (Intervention).
Let's drink a 40 and get crunk! Or is that totally inappropriate for someone who is whatching a show about addiction? Hmmm, maybe so.
Anyway, I had a nice-ish evening. Daddylicious cooked dinner (thanks Daddy, that's my most stressful time of day). I put the lil momma's in the tub and he got them out and jammied.
Papalicious gave us his 52 inch TV and we are really enjoying it so far. I am going to miss my beautiful cherry armoire, but I am going to like me some 0u foozball on this baby!
Let's drink a 40 and get crunk! Or is that totally inappropriate for someone who is whatching a show about addiction? Hmmm, maybe so.
Anyway, I had a nice-ish evening. Daddylicious cooked dinner (thanks Daddy, that's my most stressful time of day). I put the lil momma's in the tub and he got them out and jammied.
Papalicious gave us his 52 inch TV and we are really enjoying it so far. I am going to miss my beautiful cherry armoire, but I am going to like me some 0u foozball on this baby!
Garage Sale Extravaganza
I dislike 3 day winter weekends. Don't get me wrong, I love the extra day off of work- but I work harder at home than I do at work. Please refer to the Spongebob post if you don't recall why.
Mimilicious and I went over to our storage garage and got all of my junk out of there and brought it to our house. Then we cleaned out our garage to make room for a garage sale in March. Daddylicious and The Uncle were bossed around and made to put things here and there, up in the attic, etc. I am pretty sure they were ready to start drinking at noon, but they waited until 4.
I don't drink on the weekdays (or really the weekends for that matter). I could use a nice anti-anxiety pill, just for recreational purposes. It sure would make getting to bedtime more pleasant.
The Lil Mommas have found all of their old stuffed animals and toys. They brought a bunch of stuff back in the playroom which already had too much stuff in it to begin with. I am going to need another day off (solo) to get rid of their stuff when they are not around to protest.
The last garage sale I had was when Chandler was three. She had to leave the premisis. She did come back a little early and had a come-apart over her toys being sold. It wasn't pretty. Nor will it be this time, either.
Mimilicious and I went over to our storage garage and got all of my junk out of there and brought it to our house. Then we cleaned out our garage to make room for a garage sale in March. Daddylicious and The Uncle were bossed around and made to put things here and there, up in the attic, etc. I am pretty sure they were ready to start drinking at noon, but they waited until 4.
I don't drink on the weekdays (or really the weekends for that matter). I could use a nice anti-anxiety pill, just for recreational purposes. It sure would make getting to bedtime more pleasant.
The Lil Mommas have found all of their old stuffed animals and toys. They brought a bunch of stuff back in the playroom which already had too much stuff in it to begin with. I am going to need another day off (solo) to get rid of their stuff when they are not around to protest.
The last garage sale I had was when Chandler was three. She had to leave the premisis. She did come back a little early and had a come-apart over her toys being sold. It wasn't pretty. Nor will it be this time, either.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Jinx
Ok, you know how I posted this morning that the Little Lil Momma was the easiest babe in all of the world?
That was totally premature. She's driving me insane and it's not even noon yet. I cannot wait to throw her in bed for her nap. Then, I'm going to try to pawn her off on some unsuspecting grandparents. Seriously. I'm not medicated enough for this.
Also, I must brag.... I've lost 10 pounds! Go Momma! Go Momma!
That was totally premature. She's driving me insane and it's not even noon yet. I cannot wait to throw her in bed for her nap. Then, I'm going to try to pawn her off on some unsuspecting grandparents. Seriously. I'm not medicated enough for this.
Also, I must brag.... I've lost 10 pounds! Go Momma! Go Momma!
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
I hope you said that like a Monster Truck Announcer!
The mission of the day is to pull out some of Little Lil Momma's cute outfits and list them on eBay. I've not done this since I was pregnant with her. Maybe I will have more energy to really do a great job this time and make some money that I can turn around and spend on eBay.
Something that is totally cute and must be shared- Little Lil Momma has a tiny baby doll that she wraps in a blankie and gives kisses. It is so cute I cannot stand it.
The O.B.B.B. is over. We do not need a binky to take a nap or go to bed. This is the easiest baby, ever. If any of you are planning to have babies, get one just like her. She is SO laid back and happy. Totally easy to take care of. You can play with her, then when you get finished playing with her she'll run off and play by herself. Just like having a real live babydoll.
The Big Lil Momma on the other hand is just a tad bit different. Not in a bad way, she is a cool person and is really sweet and a lot of fun. She really likes to chat and discuss everything in detail. She has to be "played with" and loves to use her imagination. Sometimes my mouth gets tired of talking, but other than that we have a really fun time. I think I might give the binky to her when she gets too chatty for me :)
We are expecting a visit from Unclelicious today. Wait. Can I just say Uncle? Thanks. Anyhow, I'm going to put on a big pot of beans and make cornbread for dinner. (If you must know, this is the only thing that I "cook".) But, I'm good at it. Even the Mommas eat it up. Call me if you ever want to come over for dinner. I'll cook it for you. Don't expect anything besides paper plates, though. I wouldn't want anyone to have their expectations too high.
Coffee awaits....
The mission of the day is to pull out some of Little Lil Momma's cute outfits and list them on eBay. I've not done this since I was pregnant with her. Maybe I will have more energy to really do a great job this time and make some money that I can turn around and spend on eBay.
Something that is totally cute and must be shared- Little Lil Momma has a tiny baby doll that she wraps in a blankie and gives kisses. It is so cute I cannot stand it.
The O.B.B.B. is over. We do not need a binky to take a nap or go to bed. This is the easiest baby, ever. If any of you are planning to have babies, get one just like her. She is SO laid back and happy. Totally easy to take care of. You can play with her, then when you get finished playing with her she'll run off and play by herself. Just like having a real live babydoll.
The Big Lil Momma on the other hand is just a tad bit different. Not in a bad way, she is a cool person and is really sweet and a lot of fun. She really likes to chat and discuss everything in detail. She has to be "played with" and loves to use her imagination. Sometimes my mouth gets tired of talking, but other than that we have a really fun time. I think I might give the binky to her when she gets too chatty for me :)
We are expecting a visit from Unclelicious today. Wait. Can I just say Uncle? Thanks. Anyhow, I'm going to put on a big pot of beans and make cornbread for dinner. (If you must know, this is the only thing that I "cook".) But, I'm good at it. Even the Mommas eat it up. Call me if you ever want to come over for dinner. I'll cook it for you. Don't expect anything besides paper plates, though. I wouldn't want anyone to have their expectations too high.
Coffee awaits....
Saturday, February 16, 2008
While it is Quiet/Please Call Child Protective Services on My Dumb Ass.
Look who is up early! I woke at 6:50 and decided to get up and start coffee and enjoy the quiet.
It was nice, while it lasted.
I heard the Little Lil Momma around 7:30. I go to her room to greet her (this is the best part of the day, she is so happy) and I notice she has an empty bottle of her allergy medication (Singular) in her bed. Empty. Yes. She ate 25 Singular. I instantly notify Daddylicious and call Oklahoma Poision Control. NBD, they say. She might have some runny poops and tummy upset.
Daddylicious is on the phone with our ENT to find out if there is anything we need to know other than what OPC said. I will keep you posted.
****** UPDATE *******
She is fine, and was fine all day. She took a nap, but not any longer or shorter than her usual. This is what she looked like 30 minutes after eating the entire bottle of Singular:
It was nice, while it lasted.
I heard the Little Lil Momma around 7:30. I go to her room to greet her (this is the best part of the day, she is so happy) and I notice she has an empty bottle of her allergy medication (Singular) in her bed. Empty. Yes. She ate 25 Singular. I instantly notify Daddylicious and call Oklahoma Poision Control. NBD, they say. She might have some runny poops and tummy upset.
Daddylicious is on the phone with our ENT to find out if there is anything we need to know other than what OPC said. I will keep you posted.
****** UPDATE *******
She is fine, and was fine all day. She took a nap, but not any longer or shorter than her usual. This is what she looked like 30 minutes after eating the entire bottle of Singular:
I think that little fiasco sheared about 2 years off of our lives. I feel like Unfitney! "Oh mah gaw, Ya'll. Like, I didn't know I wusn't supposedta leave the bottle of pills by her crib where she could reach them!?!"
Friday, February 15, 2008
Operation Binky Bye Bye
Tonight is the night.
I will not be offering the Binky at bedtime tonight. We have been free-0-the-binky during waking hours for about a month now. It is time to remove the paci from our lives.
This is a holiday weekend for me (which sucks, can't I have all of my holidaze in the summer, please?). I don't have to work Monday (say a prayer for this Mamalicious). I figured that I better do it now before the Little Lil Momma gets so attached she jumps in her bed for a "fix".
Naps and bedtime will be Binky Free starting tonight.
*******Edited to Add****************
I will not be offering the Binky at bedtime tonight. We have been free-0-the-binky during waking hours for about a month now. It is time to remove the paci from our lives.
This is a holiday weekend for me (which sucks, can't I have all of my holidaze in the summer, please?). I don't have to work Monday (say a prayer for this Mamalicious). I figured that I better do it now before the Little Lil Momma gets so attached she jumps in her bed for a "fix".
Naps and bedtime will be Binky Free starting tonight.
*******Edited to Add****************
********UPDATE*******************
I'm whispering this, as I do not want to jinx myself.
The Little Lil Momma did not make a PEEP at bedtime. As I was putting her jammies on her, she asked for "mine" (her term for binky). I told her that the binky went bye bye, then I distracted her. I made sure she was very tired, then I put her in bed. I didn't hear any protest.
Let's just pretend that I didn't type any of that, K? I know it could all change in one Sweet Jesus Second.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
That Episode of Spongebob
Did you see the one where Spongebob and Patrick found a baby clam and adopted it? Spongebob became a stay-at-home-sponge and slaved over dirty diapers, feedings, laundry, etc. Patrick was the breadwinner and trudged off to work every day, only to return haggard and worn and promised Spongebob that the NEXT night would be his night off. Every night, Patrick returned home more and more tired, and every night he promised Spongebob that the NEXT night he would give Spongebob the night off.
It all came to an end the night that Patrick stayed out all night. Spongebob went to find him at work, and what greeted him? Patrick was under his rock, in his work gear, eating donuts and watching tv.
That's kind of how my work is. Except, my real work starts when I get home, the easy part IS being AT WORK. I have worked harder in the hour and a half that I have been home than the entire day at work. I even had a Manager's Meeting (in which I must suffer a few of the most tedious personalities ON THE PLANET).
The Lil Mommas have been good tonight, they really have. They have been patient and easy, we even rolled around in the floor and played. Until now... the Little Lil Momma is crying over a banana peel. And the Big Lil Momma is rolling around in her underwear and asking asinine questions about American Idol.
Thankfully, at the end of it all there is an Ambien waiting for me in a sweet little green bottle. I love bedtime.
It all came to an end the night that Patrick stayed out all night. Spongebob went to find him at work, and what greeted him? Patrick was under his rock, in his work gear, eating donuts and watching tv.
That's kind of how my work is. Except, my real work starts when I get home, the easy part IS being AT WORK. I have worked harder in the hour and a half that I have been home than the entire day at work. I even had a Manager's Meeting (in which I must suffer a few of the most tedious personalities ON THE PLANET).
The Lil Mommas have been good tonight, they really have. They have been patient and easy, we even rolled around in the floor and played. Until now... the Little Lil Momma is crying over a banana peel. And the Big Lil Momma is rolling around in her underwear and asking asinine questions about American Idol.
Thankfully, at the end of it all there is an Ambien waiting for me in a sweet little green bottle. I love bedtime.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Can't Wait for Bed!
Oh, I am super excited.
I got my very own (MY VERY VERY OWN) prescription for Ambien! I can't stand it I'm so excited.
I love sleeping. It is my favorite thing ever.
Edited to Add-
This is the kind of thing that happens while I'm on my computer.
I got my very own (MY VERY VERY OWN) prescription for Ambien! I can't stand it I'm so excited.
I love sleeping. It is my favorite thing ever.
Edited to Add-
This is the kind of thing that happens while I'm on my computer.
That Lil Momma.... she does good work!
Poor Lil Momma Has a Wal Mart Name
For the record, a Wal Mart name is one that is spelled Kre8tively. I did not make this up, I read it on the internet yesterday. And we all know that if you read it on the internet, then it is certianly true.
If you will just take a look at this picture I took of her tonight at dinner, you will see that she is worthy of the Wal Mart Baby label. Notice what I am serving as a meal. That would be pancakes and a banana. On a paper plate.
If you will just take a look at this picture I took of her tonight at dinner, you will see that she is worthy of the Wal Mart Baby label. Notice what I am serving as a meal. That would be pancakes and a banana. On a paper plate.
I'm not trying to impress people, this is just how glamourous life really is at my house.
Monday, February 11, 2008
It makes me laugh
That's why I spent so much time there today while I was at work. I did work, of course, but good portions of the day were spent at my secret place on the internet. A special place for Momma's hunting for bargains. But, that's not why we are really there. No, we're there to cut eachother into tiny pieces and make other people laugh. It's good times.
I have found myself thinking about my secret place on the internet way too often. I get a little bent out of shape when I can't visit there during the work day. I do not want to miss out on the fun/drama that takes place.
I was out of town Thursday-Saturday this week, and it looks like I missed out on some entertainment. I've vowed to dedicate my life to this place so that I don't miss out on any more fun things.
I have found myself thinking about my secret place on the internet way too often. I get a little bent out of shape when I can't visit there during the work day. I do not want to miss out on the fun/drama that takes place.
I was out of town Thursday-Saturday this week, and it looks like I missed out on some entertainment. I've vowed to dedicate my life to this place so that I don't miss out on any more fun things.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Daddylicious Turned 33
And we had a nice little get together at the country club with a few other couples. It was very low key, thankfully.
For the record, I'm not a huge fan of the country club. Being that Daddylicious works ungodly hours there...
So, yeah, I have a hard time wanting to go there and party. However, no one was there and we had the dining room pretty much to ourselves. My filet was cooked to perfection and my margarita with Petron was outstanding.
Following dinner we went into the bar for some more visiting and drinking. I kept it low key with a shot of Jager (no one else would do it and I didn't want it to go to waste). I think that is the source of my smallish headache. I didn't get intoxicated at all, but my head hurts. It could be sinus related- truthfully it could.
After that, we drove to the nastiest bar on the face of the planet. There is always piss on the toilet seat and the bathroom doors don't lock. I would also like to mention that there are very unsavory looking characters there. Girls that look like they could beat me down just because I'm not wearing a hoodie, jeans, and tennis shoes.
It was still a good time and I came away unscathed. I looked pretty good, too.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Ghetto Revival, Ya'll!
I've decided. This will be Momma's new ride. It's an H3. I saw one when we were in Disney World. I got in it, it seemed like the perfect fit. It really does fit my lifestyle and all of the rugged terrain that I drive on in Ada.
It isn't all that big, either. Maybe just a little bigger than what I roll in right now. I think I need it before the Big Lil Momma goes to T1 next fall. I don't want her little 6 year old friends to make fun of her because her Mamalicious does not drive a cool car. And, like I read on one of Ashley's posts on http://www.mamadramauncensored.com/, it will let other moms know to be jelous of me. (She was talking about her Coach purse). I don't have any Coach purses, but I would like to kick it up a notch with this ride.
It fits me, too. It's ghetto fabulous. You all know that I love me some rap music. AND I have all the junk in the trunk I need. I could listen to my favorite CD (Chronic 2001) and drop the lil momma's off at school looking as cool as I know I am on the inside.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Undiscovered Talent
You just never know when a new door is going to open or when possibility may be around the corner. I found out today that I have the voice of an automated voice mail service. Yes, indeed. Something to be proud of, really.
My "script" usually goes something like this: "Thank you for calling the Division of Commerce Training Department, this is Mamalicious."
My first caller of the day informed me that I had missed my calling and should in fact be working for AT&T or HSN doing their "press one for English" options.
Do you know how I hate those things? Espeically the ones that ask you to talk to them instead of pressing buttons. What was wrong with pressing buttons? No one has the rotary phone anymore anyway. It's embarassing to be sitting in your office or on your cell phone saying a loud "YES" or repeating your account number over and over again.
I did my best to take it as a compliment. I did suffer for years as a trainer in a call center, teaching people the ways in which to use tone and inflection to aide in customer service matters. I guess I really bought my own bullshit.
My "script" usually goes something like this: "Thank you for calling the Division of Commerce Training Department, this is Mamalicious."
My first caller of the day informed me that I had missed my calling and should in fact be working for AT&T or HSN doing their "press one for English" options.
Do you know how I hate those things? Espeically the ones that ask you to talk to them instead of pressing buttons. What was wrong with pressing buttons? No one has the rotary phone anymore anyway. It's embarassing to be sitting in your office or on your cell phone saying a loud "YES" or repeating your account number over and over again.
I did my best to take it as a compliment. I did suffer for years as a trainer in a call center, teaching people the ways in which to use tone and inflection to aide in customer service matters. I guess I really bought my own bullshit.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I Did it Anyway.
I didn't want to. I talked myself out of it several times. I hate political season. I am grossly uneducated in governmental matters and I truly believe an uneducated vote is a dangerous vote. I voted anyway.
The truth is, I hate the whole process. I don't believe the president runs the country. Oil runs the country. The organization with the most money to contribute to the campaign buys the candidate. Even if the candidate has good intentions, it all turns out the same way in the end.
I don't even watch the news, much less follow political bull crap. I don't appreciate good TV being overtaken by "debates" and "State of the Union" addresses. Put that crap on CNN or something so I can avoid it.
I usually don't tell people what I really think, especially if I'm apt to get judged for it. Most people I know would shame me into voting, which is the real reason I voted to begin with. Maybe I'll just protest in November and not vote at all. We seriously have to talk about this until NOVEMBER? It's worse that the damn Olympics!
The truth is, I hate the whole process. I don't believe the president runs the country. Oil runs the country. The organization with the most money to contribute to the campaign buys the candidate. Even if the candidate has good intentions, it all turns out the same way in the end.
I don't even watch the news, much less follow political bull crap. I don't appreciate good TV being overtaken by "debates" and "State of the Union" addresses. Put that crap on CNN or something so I can avoid it.
I usually don't tell people what I really think, especially if I'm apt to get judged for it. Most people I know would shame me into voting, which is the real reason I voted to begin with. Maybe I'll just protest in November and not vote at all. We seriously have to talk about this until NOVEMBER? It's worse that the damn Olympics!
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