Sunday, November 22, 2009

So much...

In which I try to catch you up with several brief updates....

There was a trip to the hospital. My son twisted or pulled his neck trying some acrobatics on the trampoline. There were people taking their influenza on walks around the Emergency Room so the masks were a defense. He was fine so no worries.

My poor baby

I still have a job that is less than enjoyable

Thursday, October 22, 2009

One more thing

In which I am a total nerd....

My new toon on WoW. I heart her! She is little now, but when she gets bigger she will be awesome!!!


My grrr face....In writing

In which I don't blog because I don't want to bitch and rant....

Update: Work sucks.

That is all.

Also, I would give you pictures, but camera phones are prohibited. Use of them will result in disciplinary action. What they mean by disciplinary action is termination.

Furthermore, I should take a picture of the DOS based billing program so I can collect unemployment.

P.S. I have applied to three jobs this week hoping to get ANYTHING that generates an income.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Big Girl Panties

In which I do not title this entry until I'm done writing it.

I have been in training for the past three weeks. *yawn* I'm fairly certain my capacity for new information to be retained, reached its' limit by week 2. Awesome. I know. It isn't that it is difficult. It's pretty elementary. What is the issue, you ask? I will gladly tell you, my friends. I. Do. Not. Like. Sales. Not even a little bit. I'm not in sales. However, I am required to upsell. Did you hear me? I'm REQUIRED to upsell on every call. Naturally, I want to rebel. If it were just me, I would have taken the temporary job for $12.75 per hour and eat bologna sandwiches (without the bread) for a few months while I searched for another job. I, however, have offspring and need to provide not only the bologna but also the bread, the mustard, the pickles, the mayonnaise, the soup, the cheese, the juice.... You get the picture. Ugh. I decided to suck it up and do the job until I find something I love again. It's hard to be an adult! Just saying.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Failed, failed, failed.

In which I totally blame Google...

I, lost in the rapids on the river of change, forgot to go see Goblinbox at the Biker Rally. I was super excited to be invited to go. Then I read this and was completely bummed I missed a latex pecker! Damn you, Google. I thought I set a reminder. I didn't. Apparently. I still choose to blame Google. It should have known that I meant to save the reminder. It knows when I type monicker what I really meant was moniker, for sobbing out loud! I will give Google another chance because I love him. He only does it when he's drinking.

The New Job

Thursday, September 10, 2009

*Waves Hello*

In which I have been dying to talk to you.

Where to begin... It's been a while since I posted to the blog. Basically because everything I wanted to say was sort of a secret. But not really a secret. I will explain. I have been driving 90 miles, round trip, on a daily commute for work since March. At first, it wasn't that bad. I had time to myself and could sing at the top of my lungs for forty-five whole minutes. As time ticked by, it became a boring, tedious, frustrating drive that I have come to completely despise. My car broke down a few times. Why? Because it is a P.O.S.
I was between 1-15 minutes late, at least once a week, due to traffic revisions.
I was told on more than one occasion and by more than one individual that "someone is gunning for you" or "you don't know how close you came to getting fired." While it is true that fear may be a motivator for some, it is not for me. It's the opposite. After I had, admittedly, made a mistake in writing the date wrong for start date of my first vacation after 2.4 years, I received a phone call. The tone was rather curt in nature. I was asked if I was coming to work. I responded that I was on vacation. Also, I had talked about it for, literally, months prior, not to mention, everyone else knew too. So, I called the one manager and explained that I had written it down wrong and apologized but I would not be into work that day. Essentially, I called in, which by the way, I have done an extremely rare amount of occasions. That phone call also had a brusque tone. After I over analyzed the two conversations for a couple of days, I decided to be proactive. I applied to a total of two jobs. I'm not an overachiever. I noticed I was getting the silent treatment from one person.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Shakespeare Uncork'd in the W²

In which I finally have content......

I was invited by Goblinbox, thanks to VUBOQ, to see The Taming of the Shrew. When we arrived they had to search for the tickets my friend bought weeks ago. Goblinbox (the super-techno-geek that she is) had the receipt on the ready in her iPod Touch but the lady behind the counter found our tickets without incident. I would insert a photo of that ticket here but Flickr is being an asshole so, no visual aids for you to enjoy. Suck it, Flickr!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Up and down you're turning me....

In which the Universe still refuses to revolve around me......

This weekend I fought with SBP. Because I believe he should put out a little more. I'm in my early 30's, enough said. Plus, sometimes. When he talks. I don't understand what he means. He will use big words that he clearly does not know the meaning of and then I have to cock [ha! I said cock] my head to the side in confusion while I piece his sentences together to try to make some sense out of what he is saying to me. Then, he's already saying something else. So, I fall behind. Then, I make him stop talking. I repeat back to him what I thought he meant and he says, "Don't talk to me like I'm a derelict!!" Then I smile and hug him because he's so pretty.

I get to work on Monday.

Friday, July 17, 2009

I will cut you.....

Well. Not you....

In which I bring you my week in pictures....

So, I have thought alot about cutting or stabbing people this week, as noted by the search bar in Google. I googled "what the is the term for someone that thinks about stabbing people?" I tried variations of this too. Like, cutting people, stabbing with a fork. There was not an answer to be found. The Internet is hard. I don't really want to cut people. Just stab them a little. Like with a fork in their larynx so they will SHUT UP! Tell me you haven't and I will call you a liar! LIAR! I have never actually stabbed anyone either. I may have caused a scratch or two on accident. But that was in fun [RAWR] way not in a please-stop-talking-before-I-cut-you way. I don't know what it is. Perhaps, a shift in the polarization of the planet. Who knows! Or maybe, people should SHUT THE HELL UP!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Nothing special...move along

In which I bore you....

I haven't done anything spectacular since....the last time I did something spectacular which, for some reason, my memory fails. I don't really have anything to write about. I'm just bored and thought I'd reach out to the diary or journal or blog, whatever you call it. It's payday. I hold in my hands a representative of my worth to the company I work for 5 days a week, every week for just over two years. Sometimes, briefly, I think it's a joke and they are going to hand me my real check any moment. But, no. This is it. It's tiny and cute. A reminder of how underpaid and [not even almost] overworked I am.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ally McBeal is my soul sister

In which I'm exciting in my pretend life....

If you haven't seen Ally McBeal this will not make any sort of sense. Even if you have, it's questionable whether or not this will make sense. I'm here for me, not you. *tee-hee* Seriously, do some homework. This is my point of reference. I loved her. I think the show was canceled because the general public feared their own insanity all up in their face on prime time television. I LOVED it! So much. I finally had a role model on T.V. Ok, so I'm not wafer thin. I don't worked with totally hot people. They are warm though.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Hair Care Fail

In which I complain about hair products, like a girl...

I normally don't do much with my hair. I'm a wash, dry the bangs and go kinda girl. Sometimes, I straighten my hair. Normally, I have naturally curly, thick, long hair. SBP calls it "80's porn hair". I'm still trying to figure out if that is a compliment. I will assume it is, if he likes 80's porn.... It's been really windy lately and the locks have been super ginormous so, I thought I'd straighten them to cut down on the tangles. I bought something cheaper than the good stuff. It not only feels heavy and stiff, it sounds like I am breaking 27 strands of hair every time I run my brush through my mane! YIKES!!! I gave it to my mom. I heard the lotion is much, much better. I already have dry hair, I live in the desert. 'Nough said. Can a white girl have her hair straighten, you know, professionally?

Friday, July 10, 2009

A brand new day

In which yet another day begins and ends....

To catch up, I had news that I couldn't or wouldn't declare on the open internet. Depending on how you look at it. I did disclose my news with a trusted few familiars. Who were all both ingeniously clever and supportive. Which is precisely why they knew and you didn't *grin*. However, the secret needs not be held a moment longer. Why, you ask? Because life itself is an enigma that provides no clear answer. That is the only answer I can provide you with today. Am I sad? In a way. Am I relieved? In a way. Does that make me a bad person? No. That makes me human. Aren't we all confused and conflicted by our individual, inner turmoil on a day-to-day basis? That is, indeed, our nature. Life, in and of itself, is uncertain, unstable and yet, perfectly imperfect. My people are fantastic!!! I truly believe I have the best earthly beings, posed as my friends, a girl could ever hope for and in this aspect, I am charmed. I received beautiful, enlighten message from Mush. I can tell you, of all the things people have said, her message actually made me feel better. And she made me smile, even giggle.

She said, "You are a high soul, you silly bitch."

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


In which things are NOT the same...

There is so much to tell and yet so much to be kept quiet. First, I miss her! She left for bigger and better things. Which is fabulous for her but I lost my best girlfriend at work. *sad face* So. Today. When I lifted my bra straps and said "19" then let them go to have the girls fall a few inches (in all directions) and said "34", there was not an "I totally hear you" coming from my right. But I did get a new headset. A new Mega-monitor. And new USB speakers. All of which I would gladly return if she walked in the door. Since Mush is not coming back, Matt is forced to be my best girlfriend and my Gay boyfriend.

Monday, June 22, 2009

I have something to say

In which I say nothing

Everything I want to say is about my job and what I would like to say but cannot for fear that they may read it. So, I leave you with this.... Grrrrr

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Two posts in one day makes me look busy

In which I make cute kids...

My last baby, providing that I am not pregnant *crosses fingers because one never knows*, just graduated Kindergarten. Yes, they do that. The answer is because it's adorable! *the question was "why?".

I want to be a millionaire

So... Let's not get greedy. How about a thousand-naire

I have decided that I may need a change in my chosen area of employment. Although I actually like want I do, even though it's pretty stressful and redundant and thankless and so on. Also, it makes my butt hurt. *and not in a fun way* How many people call their tech support, for whatever product, then proceed to pretend that they not you are morons? How can people tell tech support they are wrong when you called them for help. Shut up and let me help you, for sobbing out loud!! *2 exclamation points because I really mean it* I have been rather irritable lately because my personal life is spilling over into my semi-professional life. Mainly, because I tend to be passive-aggressive and hold it ALL in until I am on the verge of exploding. I do that because it makes perfect sense to me. I'm neurotic and quite possibly a martyr.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sharing teh funneh

In which You will laugh...(or we are not friends)

Goblinbox shared this link that was Twittered and I must share it with you. It made me giggle. Whoever had the genius to think of this is brilliant. It had to be done. I'm surprised it took so long.

But wait! There's more!!!! Here is the channel for more literal videos! Have fun.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I think I had a boxing match yesterday...

In which Stupid but pretty FTW!!!

This is not a post for those people that don't like to bring the bedroom to the front room! Turn away now!!! (Ok. You have been warned.)

Listen, we are all girlfriends here.... I have to tell you something that makes me lucky and happy. It's been a little while since I have seen my "on-again, off-again" boyfriend. From this point on, he will be called "SBP". Because I said so. Have you ever been with someone that is pretty but not really what you would call smart? I have. On-again, off-again. *tee hee* I have only one thing to say; 1 HOUR AND 37 MINUTES!!!! And it was all about me! (as it should be) But this morning, my arms are wrecked, I have bruises in strange places, my hips feel like they have come out of the sockets, but I am still smiling. BEST DAY EVAR! I'm not saying, I'm just saying. Is this too much information? Probably. But when he does a good job, people should know. I personally think a round of applause is in order.

Sunday, May 24, 2009


In which I scream like a girl......

Last night I went outside and then immediately froze. I don't like certain things. Such as, parasites or anything that sucks blood. Things that have poisonous venom in their butt pokers or in their mouth. That being said, I am also not fond of anything with eight legs. There is something "freak of nature" like about things with more than 4 legs anyway. I don't mind most bugs. Ladybugs are fine. But last night, the arachnids were out in droves, herds, clusters. I killed three of them, after I took a picture so I can show you fine people what I experienced. I thought, maybe, the dying screams of the eight-legged freaks, called the spider warriors out to take me down. I know that some people don't mind spiders because they kill other bugs. I realize further, that the ecological system needs these strange creatures but I just think they could stay away from my house. Like a 12 foot radius. The warriors never attacked. Maybe the are waiting until nightfall to regroup and surround me in a surprise attack. I will be on the ready with flip-flop in hand. Bring it on, Aragog!!

Click the small photo to Witness the horror!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Stupid blog

In which you cannot comment...

Apparently, since I changed to a different template, you cannot comment on my blog. Which I found out after this conversation.

Goblinbox: "comments still don't seem to work on your blog, btw"

Me: "Srsly. Damn"

Goblinbox: "I haven't been able to comment for awhile the link just doesn't do anything"

Me: "Crap"

I will have to change it back to blogger templates, that I don't really care for, because I like comments more. Sorry, no one has been able to comment. I just figured I wasn't saying anything interesting. *smile*

Friday, May 15, 2009

No time for chit chat

In which I wave to you and leave....

I have a gazillion things to do and all by 6. I have plans with my friend, Wylie, tonight. We are going to another friends graduation celebration. She just finished her BA. I get to go play with grown ups! Yay! But first I have to buy a pair of Levi's. Then I have to drive home [45 miles]. Take a very quick shower and do my make-up for the first time in 800 months! I am quite certain there are more things to do, but I didn't write a list so, I forgot what they are now.

My internet has been down at home for a week so I haven't been able to get online to play WoW. *pouts* Turns out they had to replace the drop because it had been installed when they first invented cable. I was getting 363 to 500 pings. And now it's down to 113. That's the best I can get. Because the cable man also said I am the last house to even get cable. I guess I should be happy that I can play on the internet at all. Or I could ask my neighbor to move their router closer to my house so I can get a better signal from them.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Here I am!!!!

In which we catch up in about 6 paragraphs. Plus, I tell you things you do not want to know and wish you could unlearn. With pictures!

The new truck My brother bought a new [to him] truck. It's nice. Really Nice. The driver and passenger seats are like captain chairs. Very comfortable. But I'm guessing it gets like 18 miles to the gallon. Not the best. My brother works really hard and he deserves something nice. He puts everyone above himself. Especially his boys. He loves those boys more than anything in this world. I'm very proud of him. He's turned into the kind of man I always knew he would be. He's had his struggles and came through on the other side better for having been through those tough times. He truly is a good, decent man. I hope my son follows his lead. What I admire most about him, he always follows through on his word. If he says he will do something, he does it.

Meet Pete Last Saturday, we went cat shopping. I had been researching them online. Trying to find one that has personality traits that would fit in with the kids and the dogs. There were so, so many. So we chose, Cooper, a Himalayan-Siamese mix. He was on a 3 day trial run with another lady. *sigh* Second choice was Purr Bucket, he was already gone. *another sigh* Third choice was Miss Kitty, she wasn't in town for the adoption day. And I had no desire to drive out of town to find her. It looked like we were going to go home cat-less again. *yet another sigh* But then... This guy showed up! Meet Pete! He is adorable and Polydactyl! He's a lover, likes kids and dogs. Perfect. Purrfect!

A Saturday at the river Staurday night I was supposed to go to my boss friend's house but things happened and it turned out I couldn't go. I spent the day with the kids and my brother. I spent the evening watching movies. And by watching movies, I mean playing WoW. It was a good day. Sunday, my friend [of 20 years] Wylie came over with his two boys. We watched movies and the kids all played. Mostly outside, believe it or not. We had some lunch. It is nice just being around someone you know. He's another good man. He reminds me of my brother. In many ways. I won't put their similarities on the interwebz. Just know, they make few men like them anymore.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Paging Doctor Freud......

In which... What does that mean??

I had a dream last night. Not anything life changing or even inspiring. Just a little strange. I was at some bar doing some bad Karaoke. When Kid Rock came up on stage to sing Lowlife with me. I was excited. Kid Rock is Super hot, in the I-don't-wash-my-hair-for-800-months-but-you-still-want-me-because-I'm-secretly-sexy, kind of way. But I managed to play it cool.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Spring is finally here....

In which the sun comes out and I get paranoid.....

The weather is getting really nice here. I love it but am missing it so far because I have been at work all day, every day, for the last 6 days. But there is not a doubt that winter is over! I know the bees are essential to our ecosystem but I do wish I had some sort of force field to keep them at least 5 feet away, at all times.

Pretty flowers

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Mmmmm.. Soup

In which I bring you soup. AND PICTURES


2 tbsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil,
2 large raw Onions,
3 Chicken Breasts (bone and skin removed) **3 medium potatoes or equal amount Tofu**
1 large, peeled Carrot, finely chopped (7-1/4" to 8-1/2" long)
2 cloves of Garlic, finely chopped
1 and a half Jalapeno Pepper with seeds (for the heat, Yay! heat)
2 tsp of fresh Thyme or 1 tsp of dried Thyme
8 cups of fat free Chicken Broth **Vegetable broth**
2 cups or 1 can of black beans
6 cups of fresh chopped baby spinach (best if cut fairly fine)
1 large Tomato (diced)or 2 regular Roma Tomatoes
1 dash of salt or salt substitute
A little bit of pepper
Grated Parmesan Cheese as garnish (7 tbsps)**Non dairy substitute for vegetarians**

** = Vegetarian substitutions

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Best Lunch from a burger joint

In which it started with a shake.

Today, for lunch, I said I was going to buy something because I forgot to Bento. I really wanted a milkshake. Matt said something like, "If you get a shake, why not a real one from. Ice-Berg!

Oh-My-Gawd! Best shake EVAR! If you are ever in Walla Walla, Washington. Drive down 9th and go to a little drive-in burger joint call The Ice-Berg. Tastes like home cooked BBQ burgers. But the shakes are thick and oh-so-delicious.

I ate the burger. But got too full to finish the fries. I passed them along to Gibblesnix to finish off. Along with the fry sauce. And the company of Bindu. The best blue dog ever. We, of course, discussed how Ice-Berg was the best burger joint in Walla Walla if you're going to do "fast food".

Goodbye, small town life

In which, why do we downsize and outsource in times like these?

Whatever happened to the small town feeling in businesses? I miss it and find that I hang onto whatever closely resembles it, whenever possible. True, I never knew movie tickets for 50 cents or milk for under a dollar, let alone delivered to my door. But I do remember walking to the local store and hearing "Hey, Rochelle. How's your Mama?" Or. "I know you're good for it." When you're a nickel short. Then making sure to bring the nickel with you the next trip to the store. I just found out the bank my family has used for years is closing our favorite branch. This is not just a bank. I know the ladies that work there. They know us by name. They ask about my kids, using their names and remember the details. They know my word is good and that means something these days. We bought a puppy. So, "V" bought his brother because they are the cutest puppies EVAR! We have play dates with the puppies. But. The economy is in the toilet. Not a newsflash, I know. So, the branch I love, the ladies I grew to know and trust with my money, are leaving. They are closing the Walla Walla branch. I feel cheated. I feel bad that they are going to lose their jobs. Worse yet, no one can do a thing about it.

I started thinking about this while I was dealing with a ginormous company that owns at least 15 of the US state's phone lines. I spoke to 3 representatives in 3 different countries. Not one of them being the U.S. Don't get me wrong. I don't think people are "taking our jobs". The companies are moving our jobs away from us.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Dear this week. WTF !?!?!

In which, WTF?

The "technical support services" manager called Sunday night and said "I'm sick. Can you please go in early tomorrow to cover for me?" I said, "Yeah. Sure. Feel better." Then he said, "You will be configuring modems too." *makes face* I hate doing that. Not that it is hard because it isn't. It's because the room is completely disorganized. The hardware is never in the same place twice. Plus, we are running low or out of some supplies. It doesn't help that one person in the office knows where things are and the rest of us have to guess. Anyway. I got up 30 minutes earlier than normal. Even though, I stayed up later because I was playing on the interwebz. Went out to start this car because it takes 10 minutes to start and warm up. Went in the house, grabbed my coat, brushed my teeth and went back out to the car to leave. *note: I always leave when I am almost late.* I put the car in reverse and hit the gas. I didn't move. Put it in drive. I didn't move. Played around thinking I could somehow fix it by turning it off and on. Or by shifting from drive to reverse to neutral and back to No, it didn't. After about 15 minutes, I gave up.

Friday, March 27, 2009

New theme is the Sux0r

In which I messed The. Entire. Thing. Up.

I wanted to try a new theme. The preselected themes provided are fine. But like any American, these days, I WANT MORE! So, I googled some codes and found this pretty spring-ish theme. Loved it. Had to have it. Then, immediately, resented it and blamed it for everything. Much like my relationships! While pretty, it has ugly characteristics. Like.... The ad bar across the top that has to remain if I want to use it. Ugh! AND. This is the worst part! It. Took. EVERYTHING. Away. Well, everything except the archives and current postings. Which means that the entire sidebar was gone as well as all of the comments. The blog roll. The linky love. Twitter and Flikr. AND, as I was informed moments ago, even the comment link is gone. Looks like I will be fixing it this weekend.

Monday, March 23, 2009

A Jumbled mess

In which the title says it all....

For about a week, a little less, I have been kind of bitchy for no known (to me) reason. I thought maybe it's because I moved and I, for some reason, am feeling all emotional about being back in the place I spent the best and worst times of my adolescence. Thought maybe it's stress. Maybe, it's because I have worked almost 2 years, consecutively, without a vacation. Seriously, not more then 3 days off in a row in 2 years. I think I have only called in a total of like 4 days. I know I desperately need a vacation. That is fact. But I have to wait until August. It's a long story of an explanation I do not want to go into now. I thought maybe it was combination of all of the previously mentioned reasons. But. I. Was. Wrong.

You see. I got a new neighbor almost a week ago. Or my ovary got a new neighbor. Maybe neighbor isn't a good word. Parasite doesn't fit either. Growth... Not really. It's a "functional" cyst. With no real function what-so-whatever, I might add. Apparently, the reason I felt or feel pain, is because it is twisting the ovary. Fun right!? My point... they gave me birth control, of all things. Let's clear something up. I do not need birth control.
A. I am 34 years old.
B. I'm fairly certain my eggs are all dried up.
C. One must be having actual sex in order to get pregnant.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Finishing where I started

In which..."Hey interwebz, What is up?!?!"

I realize that it isn't because I lack things to say that my blog has taken a backseat. Or perhaps it's not the only reason. It's all because of TWITTER. That's why it takes 800 months (that's for you, Goblinbox) to post something! So, why am I posting today? Because. Twitter. Is. Down. See how that played out? It's a true story. I have, already, become a lazy blogger due to micro-blogging. Therefore, no blame can really be placed upon me. It is the convenience of the interwebz fault.

As discussed in the previous blog, I have moved. I have moved back to my home town, or one of them anyway. It's the tiny town of Burbank Washington. Now, I will give you a story and pictures.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Continue with the story of busy

In which I explain my absence further...

I think I have, like 2 readers. Right here in Walla2. Which are my co-worker/friends. I may need some therapy to help me regain some self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy.
Or perhaps, just some daily affirmations. Do you remember Stuart Smalley from SNL? That's all I truly need to do. Because I like me.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Here we go again


I have been busy. Not just regular busy, but SUPER busy! First, I finally, get to join in to conversations with my WoW friends. *Or friends that WoW.* Because.... I has it. Finally. I haven't got to play in a few days. Why? Still busy.

I got a brand new Bento box. Which I totally *heart*. I shopped for it on ebay.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Playing catch up

In which I have become a lazy blogger.....

It's been, like 800 months since I have blogged! The truth is, I blog all the time, I just don't type it out. It's been busy. No excuse, but it has. *shrug*

Last weekend, my eldest brother and I, took our eldest boys to The Road to Wrestlemania. One would think I would be entertained by muscle bound men in singlets. But sadly no. I have never been more bored in an entertainment event, ever! First of all he wasn't there. I found myself texting and daydreaming. At one point, I looked at my brother and he mouthed, "I'm bored". The boys had a good time. That's what really matters. Although, they even admitted to being bored at times. Did you know there are female WWE wrestlers? The crowd went nuts for them. The only other time I saw that kind of excitement was when the main event started. Aside from the two crowd pleasing matches. It was fairly dull. It was much like watching a dress rehearsal. What did we expect? I mean really. There were no cameras and it was a small venue. I don't think they will be coming back anytime soon. If they do, we won't be going again. Not ever.

I don't have time to finish the catch up in entirety so, I will write more very soon to tell you of my new love Mia.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Day 3 begins

In which I explain changes...

I have been 3 days, clean and sober, of the Minute Maid Lemonade. As promised, I am a quitter. I decided that I have absolutely no willpower. And crave what is sweet and tart. *Much like my personality* Ha! I made a deal with myself. *Because I do that. Reckon Make deals with myself. Here's the agreement I reached with me. I will make lemonade with Splenda sweetner. No calories. And no after taste like asspartame! I can have one bottle of my homemade, no calorie, not-quite-the-same, lemonade to every bottle of water I drink. Plus, if I need sweet/tart taste, I eat dried cranberries. So far, so mediocre.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Goodbye liquid sunshine

In which I am trying to be a quitter

I used to drink Coca~Cola but quit because I didn't want to be reliant on the caffeine. The headache sucked but after a week, I was fine. Yesterday, I had a Coke at lunch and for some reason it didn't taste as sweet as I remembered. Which proved that I don't miss it. But I was doing some math the last night and figured out that what I switched to has more calories and sugar than the soda pop did. Just not caffeine. Lemonade. Sweet nectar. Also very good with vodka. *I'm just saying* I have decided today is the last lemonade day. If I want some in the future. I will make my own. Using Splenda instead of sugar. I found so much more then plain lemonade on their recipes. The yum. And no calories. Because people. Do the math with me. 8 ounces of lemonade (Minute Maid) has 220 calories. *all from sugar, I am sure* Now. I drink about two 32 ounce fountain drinks a day! So, 64 divided by 8 equals 8. Eight servings a day at 220 calories a day equals a grand total of 1760 calories!!! Is that right? That can't be right. Can it? I don't know people. I wasn't a math major.

Monday, January 26, 2009

First Rock Concert in 15 years

In which Kennewick, WA rocked!!!!!

I think a rock concert is a right of passage to any young rocker. I remember my first show. I was 12 and I received Ozzy tickets to take one friend with me for my birthday. The show was in Seattle and I had the time of my young life. Of course, I am more of a VH1-er these days, I still rock from time to time.*wink* My son and nephew are huge Disturbed fans. My brother and I decided to take them to a live show. Their first one EVAR! Yeah! *said with horns up!

Ready to rock

Thursday, January 22, 2009

I got Obama for my Birthday

I had yet another birthday this year. Yesterday to be exact. There has been a debate in my family. *Sparked mainly by myself as a child* I believed I should get two birthdays because of the international time difference on the day of my birth. I was born in Seoul, S.Korea on the 21st of January. In the U.S.A it was the 20th. Therefore, I somehow rationalized that I should be entitled to 2 birthdays. My dad, now retired Army, was stationed at the real MASH 4077. You all know MASH, right? I found some pictures on this great site about Camp Mosier. *Which is where my family was stationed when I was born* He had awesome pictures of the camp in 1972, just three years prior to my birth. See them here. I thought to myself, "Leftcoastgirlie, (because that's how I talk to myself) you should put actual pics of when you were there." But then I thought. "That requires finding the pictures. Scanning them. Uploading them to my flickr and using the html and posting them to the blog. *sigh* I am just too lazy for all that." Here's the main part of the-day-I-was-born-story. Mom was in ambulance from Camp Mosier to Seoul and a bunch of locals hitched a ride on the back so they could get into the city. I came home a couple days later. My mom took me to Rosie bar. Rosie stood on a chair and looks down at baby me. She said "That no Korean baby!" My mom responded, "I hope not. Her dad is a G.I."

What did I get for my birthday, you ask? My nephew gave me an unicorn. Which I promptly named Morgana. My mom gave me a black sweater. My kids gave a a black shirt with skulls on it so I can wear it to my brother's birthday gift. You know. The angry white boys with Mommy issues concert. Or Disturbed. My son also said his gift to me was Obama being President since he was sworn in on my Korean birthday. So, after 34 years. I finally got 2 birthdays. But then I got IBM ThinkPad from Goblinbox! Because she is the AWESOMEST EVAR!! I took it home touched for hours. It didn't even complain that we didn't have sex. It's my new boyfriend.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Yes! We can. We did. We Will.

In which I am hopeful....

I won't say much. Here is the link for the text of the speech that made me cry.
Click hereor just read on...

'Time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit'
Text of Obama's speech for his inauguration as 44th president

WASHINGTON - The text of Barack Obama's speech for his inauguration as the 44th president of the United States, as prepared for delivery:

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them— that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on the ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — honesty and hard work, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence— the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

Monday, January 19, 2009

It is coming

In which I explain...

I haven't had alot going on this weekend. I did the normal stuff. Played a little. watched a few *not-so-good* movies. Cleaned the house and did laundry. Question... When did I become the oldest 33 year old I know? I will be moving within a months time which causes a whole new anxiety level for me. I am, by nature, a creature of habit. I am not comfortable with change. Srsly. It freaks me out. I have complain and try to hold on to the old as long as I can. I do, however, like to move. Or I did. Until this year. Don't get me wrong. I do not like packing, heavy lifting and unpacking. But I do like new locations. I grew up a military brat, that's the only explanation I can offer for my personal oxymoron. I like moving somewhere new, but hate change. Ugh! The inner turmoil. I already have the place. It's just a matter of paperwork. I always tell myself. "I will pack now. Label everything. That way when I get in the new place. It's a snap to unpack." That's what I say. I lie. I will, inevitably, wait until the last minute, run to the local grocery, buy as many hefty bags as I can, throw my shit possessions inside and figure out the mess when I can. You know. Later. The population of the town I am moving to is 3,451. Or at least it was in June of 2007. I got the information from the internet. So you know it is true partially true. I graduated from the high school in that town. I feel good about my kids going to school there. I *heart* small town schools. Big schools you can get lost in. I hope my kids like it there. I plan on staying at my job. I like these people. And I'm comfortable here. We'll see how it all plays out. No one knows the future. Except. Maybe. Miss Cleo.

*Curtsy and I'm out*

Thursday, January 15, 2009


In which I admit my excesses in rainbow, sugary, goodness....

I have now changed the sweet rewards my M&M Genie. She now delivers skittles. How's that for nonconformity?! However, I didn't think the consequences through. My tongue is getting some kind of sugar coating that may or may not be eroding the top 3 surface layers. I ask the genie one question prior to the dispensing of fruity goodness. "Am I AWESOME?". Each time I get negative or vague answers. Such as "Not Sure". Then I need to sooth my ego with the candy that is provided. It's is a vicious cycle. I bet I have had 103 skittles. All before noon. I keep having this internal struggle. Me vs. me. Every time I hit the button I repeat the following phrase:
"Last Time" It's never the last time. I believe the green M&M, with blond plastic hair, has some sort of mind control on me. Strange enough. I don't think they taste anything like what a rainbow would taste.

In other news....

I bought "The Road to Wrestle Mania" tickets. 4 of them. I get them Early from Ticketmaster because I get a code from my local rock station which gives me pre-sale ticket purchasing power. *insert maniacal laugh* Remember how I said I bought 4 tickets. Who is going? My oldest brother, my oldest nephew, my son, my daughter and myself. Turns out, I forgot half my kids. *For those of you that were told there would be no math in blogging or those running to catch the short bus..That means I was supposed to get 5 tickets.* I didn't get my daughter a ticket. I know. I am expecting my "Mother of the Year award" any day. So, I had to add another ticket and get 5 seats together. Which meant releasing my tickets to be purchased by some other fan or mother that has to go because the young males love it but she has flashbacks of the DDT being done on her repeatedly by her brother and his friends. Even when she hid under the bed, they came in her room and drug her out by her ankles to inflict more pain while pretending to be Jake "The Snake" Roberts. In the year 1988. But. It's alright because she got even. She was younger and smaller then the boys. When they played Hide and seek, in the trailer park *in South Carolina*, she could run right under the clothes lines. They could not. In the dark, the boys couldn't see the lines. She ran right under them with a boy chasing close behind. Smed (the boy doing the chasing) was literally clotheslined. And she laughed. Hard. Ok. ok. It was me. Eventually I am going to pull the couch on the front porch and fully claim my redneck-ness!

*curtsy and I'm out*

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The red dots cometh

In which I get excited about dots..

The Blog mapThe USA is getting covered in red dots! That makes me so happy. I cannot even tell you. I know, it's sooo not interesting. (My grammar teacher would be appalled) I had labeled the little widget "The map that apparently never changes". It is changing. Slowly. Which makes me unusually excited. Just thought I would share. I usually seem to twitter everything. Thought I'd, you know, blog it instead. Oh Happy Day!
*sings and dances*

*curtsy and I am out*

Monday, January 12, 2009

I sucketh

In which I realize how much I suck for not blogging......

Here's the thing. It's been 10 whole days since I last blogged and I keep thinking, " What am I going to write about?" Which then makes me realize how lame I really am. So, you will have to bare with me on this little blog-o-journey. Not sure where it will take us.

We finally opened our Secret Santa gifts last friday at work. There was a mini-blizzard in December and a bunch of us are Sissy la-la's that worked from home. Friday was the first time since December 12th we were all in the office. Considering that we only have a total of 13 employees (including the bosses) it should not have been quite so hard. But alas, it was. I can tell you. I missed my people's when they worked from home and if I didn't have 3 kids (that were not in school due to snow and winter break) I would've worked from home because I happen to be a Great Big Sissy La-la. About 3 people guessed me as their Secret Santa. Because why... I do not know. But I was Tyler's S.S. What did you get, LCG? I am so glad you asked. I received a fortune teller that gives me candy. It's just like a Magic 8 ball only completely different. My Secret Santa was Matt!

Secret santa finally fulfilled

I put the monster trampoline back together and screwed the posts back together. Because the wind apparently can pick up and throw a 200 pound object. Score one for the wind. On the ready, LCG.

A new quirk appeared in "Christine". (My car) When I turn the headlight switch in the on position, the windshield wipers come on and do not go off. Now, I get to look like a jackass all the time. That's fantastic! I don't care. I own it! Like I totally mean for my wipers to be on. I stare at people like I cannot believe they don't have theirs on! Throws them off. *giggle*

My birthday is coming up. Not really stressing this one. I only stress on the 5's. 25 was a big one. 30 was a big one. I'm sure next year will be a big one. You get it.... So. Yeah. I am 29 again. Or 34. Whatever! I'm such a bad liar!

What else? Oh! I watched a movie (lots of them but one I'm telling you about.) Twilight. We're watching the movie. (By we, I mean, My older brother, our mom and myself.) They said things like... "I think this is geared toward 16 year old girls" and "I don't see what the hype is around this movie". I sat there silently. When it was over my brother said " I cannot believe I wasted 2 hours of my life on that turd!" I smiled a little and put my head down. He said. "O.M.G!! You liked it didn't you?" Of course, I had to defend myself and say, "I did! It was a great love story. I would totally love Edward! Ok. So. I do love him! He's got the quiet, inner turmoil thing going and he is completely devoted to her. (I can't remember her name.)It's set in Forks. Right here in Washington! Aaaaand they left it open for a sequel!" Silence. I realized then, I was tragically, lame. And yet, I admit, shamelessly on the interweb.

And finally. This morning there was an award assembly schedule at the grade school where my daughter was to be awarded the "Super Eagle" for being an outstanding example of Eagle (the school mascot) pride. She was so surprised, she didn't hear her name called. She walked up and accepted her award and waited on stage (so to speak) until they were all told to sit down. After applause, of course. Then she received yet another award. The "Eagle Feather" for excellence in problem solving and respect. She was just beaming with pride. I was too.

My girl is the AWESOMEST

Friday, January 2, 2009

Do over day

In which I have a day....

New Year's Day was super easy! We rotate holidays. There is 4 techs at my job. And I haven't had to work a holiday in a while so, my name was drawn for New Year's Day. At first, I was bummed because that meant I really couldn't go out on the eve of the New Year. I do not function great when intoxicated the day before. I was invited to go to Matt's but could not because of the whole I-have-to-work thing. So I went home and played Guitar Hero for like 5 hours. Because, yes, I AM that big of a dork! It was sooo much fun though. Guitar Hero makes me feel like a rockstar!

At work, I took like, 8 calls. SRSLY. It was so dead. Just Victor and myself in the office. We didn't even turn the lights on. He watched movies on his Ipod Touch and I watched movies too. I am not ashamed to admit, I watched senseless comedies. (Drillbit Taylor being one of them) Really. It wasn't that bad. *I mean the day. Not the movie.*
I got off at 6 and went home. Watched the idiot box for a while. Went to bed.

I woke a few minutes late. Ok. 30. Looked outside and said "O.M.G. It's snowing. Again!" That's good. We need new snow. We just got rid of the 2 feet we had. No. No. It's not good. I just took the chains off the car. Gah! I should have left early. As I said though, I woke up late. I had to shower. As I didn't have one the day before. No make up again. I am getting lazy. I went out at 8:40 to start and sweep off the car. Got in to drive to work. Gas light is on. Crap! I forgot to stop on the way home last night. I went to the Conoco and put the 5 dollars cash, I had in my pocket, in the tank. Arrived to work, after sliding through 2 intersections, 2 minutes past 9. Clocked in late and started bringing up the programs I use. I thought to myself, "is my leg getting wet?" Looked down and sure enough, it was! Have you ever thought, "I should've taken a picture so people could see what I was talking about"? Well, I should have. I looked down and there was, literally, a puddle of water under my keyboard. I lifted it up and water poured out of the keyboard. Of course I announced, "There is water in my keyboard"!!! My supervisor, Matt and the receptionist, Gena came to my desk. We all examined the ceiling for any watermarks but found none. Then, I realized, there was a small amount of water under my monitor as well. Tried to find a USB keyboard because for some reason, there is not a PS2 connection on my tower. None to be found in the office. Matt tried to drain the rest of the water from the keyboard and blow in dry with condensed air. I plugged it back in and said I want a do-over day because this one sucks!"

Fear not, Left Coast Girlie! The day will get better. If not... There will be another one tomorrow.

*Curtsy and I'm out"