Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Little update

*I'm about a week away from being an aunt again.
*My husband is facing unemployment.
*My daughter is a genius.
*I woke up this morning with the cat's claw literally in my ass cheek.
*My husband is thinking of opening his own business, which in turn means so am I.
*My sister in law is missing.
*I'm finally getting a decent paycheck.
*I have lost 5 pounds.
*I'm starving.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Do you think that after working 13 hours, being utterly exhausted, wanting to go home and see my daughter - not wanting to go have drinks with everyone from work - makes me sound like an outsider? Ok, I have declined the invite about 5 times. ;0

Monday, January 30, 2006

Baby girl drama

My six year old told me the funniest thing just a minute ago. She so seriously said "Well, my crush is over, its gone forever!" I nearly burst out. I said why is that? "Matt doesnt want everyone to know that he has a crush on me and I told the whole school." I said, hmm well maybe you shouldnt have told everyone. "Well the only thing to do know is to act like I have a crush on Charlie so Matt will get jealous." I said, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. LMAO, too cute.

Sunday, January 29, 2006


My neice, who is 13, told me a few weeks ago that something was considered goth at her school. I said what do you think is goth? Her answer well you know people who wear black. Ok, so black is a bad thing I asked? Yeah, I guess so it means you are depressed.

Not wanting to argue with a child, but still wanting to prove my point that "black" does not mean you are depressed I persisted to try to get through her thick skull. I said do you think I'm depressed? "Well, I guess so. You do wear a lot of black." Now, I was getting a little defensive. I said so black seems to be one of my fav colors that doesnt mean I sulk in corners all day wondering how I'll die. She kept saying her friends at school would make fun of someone who wore black and had their hair colored black and would refuse to be friends with them. At this point I was pissed. I told her what she was doing was bullying. She laughed. How could that be bullying. She wasnt hitting them or hurting them. Oh but yes you are when you tease people just because of what clothes they wear. I ended the conversation by telling her she was as bad as a racist, and she needed to consider who her friends where. I told her she out to step back and think about what those people would say to her if she wore those clothes and colored her hair. Her brother, whom she considered goth, decided to take it one step further and dared her to take a walk in his shoes. She did, she wore black, black eye liner and colored her hair with temp coloring. She also found out that her friends didnt really like her anymore and she was upset. So, not only did she loose the so called friends of hers. She gained the respect of a few "goth" kids and found out that she had more in common with them. She now has a new best friend, who by the way is not depressed.

- In depression, nothing matters. In sadness, everything matters.
Gloria Steinem.

Friday, January 20, 2006


You know what the only thing worse than having a problem with someone at work is? A problem two other coworkers have with each other. You know the kind. When they both think they are boss and they insist on butting heads. Then it gets worse when they blow up and scream at each other in front of an office full of coworkers, and other people who are there visiting. Plus an audience of others on the opposite side of glass who are wondering what the hell is going on. All I can do is roll my eyes and go about my work. Hoping that it will desist before punches are thrown. Or maybe secretely hoping that they will get thrown.

Monday, January 16, 2006

I started my new job today. Same place just different duties. More pay. My own cubicle...oh my. More responsibilities. I'm so pleased. I knew about it a few weeks ago, but just didnt say too much cause I'm the glass half empty kinda gal.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

I've decided to email my blog since I cannot blog at work. My ass was getting chewed for not blogging. No more excuses guys. Sorry.