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| Date Update |
| 03.30.05 (9:51 am) [edit] |
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Haven't been dating recently - busy with the gig I'm working on and I've felt rather ambivalent about things. There are a number of contenders that I have in the wings, sort of in a holding pattern. Lately I've been hot/cold about dating. The majority of the time, I'm feeling rather blah about it. Then I'll get a sudden 'ping' when I really think I need to throw myself back into the cesspool. (That's a joke). Date tomorrow night with "Jed". Conflicted on this one. It's a set-up. We've emailed and talked on the phone quite a bit. Enjoy our conversations but... Have a gut instinct about him, however, I'm going to shelve it and see what the evening produces. Lunch date Friday with someone from my past. VERY conflicted about him. I really dig him but there are some things he needs to clear up. We had a long conversation last night. He *seems* to be changing his colors (a good thing). I can't remember his 'nickname'. I'll need to go back to November/December and figure it out. I think I need a vacation. Clear my head. Or perhaps an exorcism. Or lobotomy? |
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| Banged! |
| 03.29.05 (12:16 pm) [edit] |
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I have a wicked headache that feels like I banged my head against the headboard all night long. But I can assure you, I didn't. |
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| Traumatic Tanning |
| 03.28.05 (4:05 pm) [edit] |
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In honor of spring, I took off the flannel sheets and mattress pad warmer yesterday. Put away the flannel jammies. And decided to give myself a little bit of a fake tan. Apparently, this is a story of 'when self-tanners go bad'. I put on a very light even coating on my legs after exfoliating and shaving. It has that color indicator to make sure you don't miss a spot. My legs are REALLY dark. Not to mention the several large white polka dots on the back of my legs. Reminds me of my senior year in high school. Went to the lake during spring break. Grabbed my friend Linda's suntan lotion and slathered it on. (Being a redhead, I learned early to be generous with sunscreen) Turns out it wasn't sunscreen. It was QT. Anyone remember QT? (For you youngsters, it was an early self-tanner that turned you orange) I was DARK orange from the repeated applications. For a good 3 weeks. I cannot tell you how much exfoliating went on. Of course, many yearbook pictures were taken during that time. I looked like a 'sistah'. I'm having a traumatic flashback. |
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| Stripper Review |
| 03.28.05 (7:42 am) [edit] |
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My cardio striptease workout on Friday was so successful that I decided to pursue it as a career. I went to "The Cheetah" Saturday night to tout my wares. I shook my moneymaker to Barry Manilow's CopaCabana and Abba's Dancing Queen. I earned a whopping $1.47 and the guy that handed me a dollar asked for change back. Perhaps I need to re-consider? |
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| Bathed my Pussy cats |
| 03.27.05 (7:19 am) [edit] |
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I didn't see the Easter Bunny this morning, but I did see Alvin the Chipmunk. Maybe the Easter Bunny is outsourcing? Alvin *does* have a fluffy tail. And he is a rodent. The felines got their baths last night. They smell soooo good. Their shampoo is apricot-scented and is more expensive than any of the stuff I use. And since Sassy is a long-haired cat, she gets Pantene conditioner after the shampoo. They were both wonderfully behaved. Sassy was blow-dryed (not styled though) because she was shivering some (which I might add, she utterly hates!) But they look and smell delish! And that's the mantra of beauty - no pain, no gain, right? Today is Sassy's birthday. She's six. She was born on Easter, so I call her my bunny. They had a treat of some tuna juice (instead of cake). Tuna breath on cats is not pleasant. I'll update on my stripping experience later. ;) |
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| My Life as a Stripper |
| 03.26.05 (7:53 am) [edit] |
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My cardio strip-tease was such a success last night that I believe I'm going to try it out at the Cheetah tonight. I bet they are hiring... I could certainly use the money. Suggestions for a stage name? |
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| Propositioned |
| 03.25.05 (12:56 pm) [edit] |
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I've been busy doing some freelance work for the past few weeks and it will continue until the event in mid-April. I have a pivotal role that can directly impact the success of the entire thing. I'm exhausted and feel like I've bitten off more than I can chew, but a lot of people are depending on me. I've got a mountain of laundry. The house needs to be cleaned. My toes need to be painted. I need to start breaking out my spring clothes. And I've turned down several dates again this weekend. But...I have an idea that I'll be posting next week about how perhaps you Tbloggers might have a role in my next dating escapade. Have a great weekend. BTW - I got the Cardio Striptease DVD today. I'll let you know how that goes this weekend. |
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| Posing Naked |
| 03.24.05 (4:10 pm) [edit] |
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I was reading an article (on MSN) about how amateur porn has taken off due to the advent of the digital camera and the internet. People posting their pics for the world to see... I've never taken any scantily-clad photos, but I would. Maybe black and white. Arty-sorts of ones. Nothing 'in your face', but erotic, seductive, tantalizing, and not for the world to see. So - Fess up! Have you ever taken nude pictures? If so, what did you think of the experience? If not, would you? |
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| Nipples |
| 03.23.05 (9:29 pm) [edit] |
| Why do men have nipples? |
| 12 Comments |
| Superior Beings |
| 03.23.05 (3:12 pm) [edit] |
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I have a treadmill that I use almost daily. Last night I set my Dirt Devil handheld vacuum (the one I use on my hands and knees to do the house since my mother killed my regular one) on top of the treadmill 'bed' to remind me to vacuum today. This morning, I come down stairs to find three of those little furry white toy mice sitting in a pile on the treadmill right next to the Dirt Devil. Now... I know they weren't there last night. I know those mice didn't hop up there on their own. The cats couldn't have been playing with them and all 3 ended up there by chance. So theories on what they are trying to tell me? 1) To not vacuum? 2) That the house needs to be vacuumed? 3) That the Dirt Devil is possessed a la Blair Witch Project rock piles? 4) They are playing mind games with me? 5) That they are actually aliens/superior beings building something akin to the Great Pyramids and the mice are all they have to work with. |
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| Spring Office Fling |
| 03.22.05 (2:35 pm) [edit] |
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In a recent issue of Glamour, the magazine ran some numbers showing that 41 percent of employed Americans ages 25 to 40 have engaged in at least one workplace romance. Have you ever had an office romance? Tempted to? How did it end up? What do you think of them? Me - never had one. Cannot recall a single male coworker that I was attracted to (shocking, I know!!!). One romance at a previous employer led to both getting fired because he was her boss. At another job, my boss (married) was having a fling with a coworker (also married). They ended up leaving their respective spouses and living together. Well, there was this one guy...but he technically wasn't a co-worker. I was an intern. He was too old for me but he was utterly dreamy and sweet. I was 19 and he was maybe 36. I think I'll Google him... |
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| Stubborn Pussy |
| 03.22.05 (6:52 am) [edit] |
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Apologies for not keeping up with everyone's blogs and commenting - just have a lot of stuff going on right now. Lulu went to the vet yesterday. I didn't even try to get the urine sample. Vet said she looked good, had lost a little over 1lb (she needs to lose 3 more) and she has a 'very small bladder'. They would put an IV in her with some fluid (not in a vein) to make her pee. The vet called at 4:30 and said Lulu hadn't produced any as of yet. And that they'd have to keep her overnight. Apparently Lulu heard that. They called back 3 mins later and said she had peed. It was clear. They think she's just picking up on my stress and it's affecting her as well. So I hauled booty down there to pick her up before they closed. She's a stubborn as I am. |
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| Belly Dancing, Strip Tease and Nude Yoga |
| 03.21.05 (11:13 am) [edit] |
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Yesterday, I tried out an exercise DVD I got from the library called "Power Yoga." I loved Pilates, and figured I'd give this a shot since I need something to chill me out. i've done some Yoga before, the whole "downward dog", etc. I'm proceeding along, and then the instructor says to put your elbows down, blah blah blah. (It's hard to watch the tv while doing half of the movements.) Next thing you know, she's instructing us to do a headstand. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I sit there laughing. Then she starts telling the participants to do some rather pretzel-like contortions. I sit there and laugh more while watching the rest of the routine. At the end, she 'recaps' and advises that this was a routine for extremely experienced Yoga-meisters. A little late. However, if you want to laugh, I highly recommend it. (I saw once on Amazon that there was "Nude Yoga". That would put me into cardiac arrest from laughter.) It reminded me of my attempt at belly-dancing. I was going to be in a cast for 3 months and was seeking some sort of cardio work that I could do in a cast. I thought belly dancing would be a cool thing to do. Pop the DVD in, she starts doing the hand motions and the hip gyrations and I'm totally into it. Then she says, "now let's do it at tempo." I tried but was laughing so hard at how I looked like I was 1/2 way between a seizure and some sort of demonic possession that I couldn't continue. It's collecting dust if anyone wants it. Guess what's next? Carmen Electra's Cardio Striptease. This one is gonna be a hoot. Anyone interested in volunteering for a lapdance? |
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| Made me Squeal |
| 03.20.05 (2:44 pm) [edit] |
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Earlier this week, I disclosed my love of cheesey music. One of my ultimate favorites is...Tom Jones. I have all of his CD's. I totally admit it. I got a call this morning asking me if I knew anyone that'd be interested in 4 VIP tix to a private concert to see Tom Jones next month. I squealed... I don't think I know a single friend of mine here that would want to go. We'll see if there's some closet fans. I know that Gambit, Saint and Deviant would KILL to go. (hee hee) |
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| Spicey B'fast Tale |
| 03.20.05 (2:39 pm) [edit] |
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This morning, I'm making my oatmeal. While it's cooking, I'm feeding the felines, popping pills, sipping green tea. I take it out of the microwave, stir in lotsa cinnamon and Splenda. I usually watch the squirrels and chipmunks chowing down at the bird feeder while I eat. I take a bite and almost choke. I accidentally used paprika on my oatmeal. I don't recommend it. Trust me. Blech. |
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| Drugs don't work either |
| 03.19.05 (4:09 pm) [edit] |
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My mother just left. I've determined that the amount of Klonapin necessary to make her visits tolerable would be fatal. I'm thinking of making a sign like a crossing guard has that says NO and just holding it up. The woman just doesn't get the concept. What if I slapped her hand like a 4 year old? When she left (in a huff) I literally banged my head against the door. Three times. Apparently Klonapin doesn't work on head injuries. |
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| "Ned" Update |
| 03.19.05 (9:08 am) [edit] |
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Some of you may or may not be aware, but I have a more personal blog. It's the one that the infamous "Ned" came upon and led to our ultimate demise in early October. Intermittently, "Ned" calls to say hi and chat. Often he comments in our conversation on things he's read in that other blog. "Ned" has said that he'd stop reading it if I asked him to (like that would make any difference?) The last 2 conversations have made it abundantly clear to me that it would have not worked between us. Some things that have come to light that I was unaware of that are fundamental differences between us. I'm RELIEVED now that it ended before it got more involved and I learned about it. (It's nothing bad per-se, but I think it's something he should have disclosed to me and would have absolutely been a deal-breaker.) Around the holidays, he mentioned he had a new gf which kinda bothered me. He called again last week. He said that she had been living with him since NOVEMBER. He's 30. She's 20 and a slob (his words), a mess (his words), and has a lot of issues (his words). Then he dropped the bomb... She's been reading the more personal blog too! He said he thought she'd find it interesting. (How would you feel if you were dumped (twice) by a guy you really dug and his current gf is reading about your struggles and stuff?) So this morning, I'm looking at comments on the 'other blog'... And now she's f**king COMMENTING on it. At the end of her comment she said "I hope you don't mind that I'm reading this..." Uh, hell yeah. But if I say anything, I look like the insecure bitter ex. |
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| Kilt Boy, Me & The Groupie |
| 03.18.05 (2:12 pm) [edit] |
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Okay. We'll try this again. Since "Kilt Boy" (aka K.B.) was playing at a pub 2 miles away from my house, I figured that I should venture out and at least make an appearance. This was the first (and last) time I'll step foot in the place... I walked in the door and immediately made eye contact wtih K.B. He smiled and tipped his fiddle. Of course he was in his kilt with full regalia wearing that stupid Tam (beret-like hat with a big red pom-pom on it). His face is somewhat round, so the Tam is not very flattering. (He's a pretty cute guy and looks hot in the kilt but the Tam kills it.) The pub is packed. No place by the bar and no tables available, so I position myself against the back wall. I feel like a fish out of water. Why, you ask? Well, everyone was at least 20 years older than me. And even though I was dressed casually, I didn't come close to such ensembles as a rather 'rotund' 65-ish man in white boxers with "Kiss my Irish Ass" on the seat, a (too) tight white tshirt, green suspenders, green elf shoes and those springy antennae headband thingys. Then it started. Every 10 minutes or so, a man old enough to be my grandfather would come up to me and offer to buy me a drink or ask me to dance. (A jig? I think not!) I would politely decline. Two were a little too 'persistent' and 'friendly'. I quickly moved my 'Emergency Wedding Band" to my left hand and advised further Incomings that I was here watching my "husband" play. K.B. walked over and 'serenaded' me with his fiddle a few times. It was a nice touch but I didn't need everyone in the bar wondering what was up. (But it did support my 'husband' comment to the Incomings.) His playing was good - he's a talented musician - played the bagpipes, banjo, fiddle, guitar. (Voice was a little off - and he did a few songs with a pseudo-Irish accent that made me laugh). He's a great entertainer. When K.B. finished playing, we were talking a bit. Some girl came up to him and asked what K.B. had on under his kilt. (ugh). She got really touchy with him. (A groupie!) I felt bad for her because he was sort of ignoring her. He mentioned the Celtic Festival next month and asked me if I would go with him. He told me I looked fabulous (sweet even if it was a lie) and made a few suggestive comments. The look on her face was apparent disappointment. She kept trying to jump in the conversation. The owner of the pub summoned K.B. over to pay him, meanwhile the groupie is trying to grill me for the 411 between K.B. and myself. "How long have you known him?" "Where did you meet?" I finally looked dead-on at her and said "We are friends. Nothing more - okay?" She got a little huffy but I wasn't digging her vibe. (She was welcome to him) Then KB packed up his gear and walked me out to my car, gave me a hug and sent me on my way. I bet he went back inside and worked on The Groupie since he wasn't getting any action from me. Poor girl. |
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| Me and Sex Toys |
| 03.17.05 (11:09 am) [edit] |
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What is it with me and embarrassing moments related to sex toys? Yesterday, during the Maternal Invasion, I get a phone call. It was my credit card company. You see, I had ordered some (ahem) adult toys ages ago and never got them. I disputed the charges and never heard anything else about it. The credit card company lady wanted to know what it was that was ordered. I replied "Um, Can I call you back on this? My mother is right here and you'll understand, trust me." (Like I'm going to say "Well, it was a vibrator." with my mother next to me? NOT!) So I called the credit card lady back later and told her - she died laughing. |
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| Kilt Boy tonight? |
| 03.17.05 (9:28 am) [edit] |
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Happy St. Patty's Day to everyone. "Kilt Boy" is playing tonight at a club not far from my house. I'm supposed to go. It's fun watching him play and he DOES look hot in his kilt. The first time I ever saw him play his fiddle, I was mesmerized by his hands. (I have a thing for sexy hands.) The way they moved over the strings made me think lusty thoughts. But I got to know him and the lusty feelings waned. He's a sweetheart but just too much of a 'bachelor'. Then there is another guy I saw a couple of times in November - then he started dating someone and then dumped her and is sniffing around again. I can't remember if I gave him a pseudo-nickname or not. We'll call him "Tom". Now "Tom" is intelligent, witty, driven (and for April, he's got the most amazing set of abs I've seen up close). He's cute, but that's rather incidental to me. We had a kiss or two, but I don't even remember if it was good or not. (Not a good sign - definitely not bad kisses, I would remember that) "Tom" confuses me. Ever had a conversation with someone and you know that something else is going on in their head? Anyway, I told "Tom" a few days ago that I was going to go see "Kilt Boy" play tonight and that I could meet up with him afterward. He's made mention of getting trashed at the local Irish Pub he frequents. (And when he drinks, he smokes.) I am just not feeling it. "Kilt Boy" is going to suggest coming back to my place (I know him too well.) And I'm not up for dealing with a smokey inebriated guy with great abs. I think I'm going to just take a long bubble bath instead. Maybe I'll have some Lucky Charms cereal. Then again, I might change my mind. I am a woman afterall... |
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| Maternal Invasion |
| 03.16.05 (8:35 am) [edit] |
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My mother is invading in 2 hours. I'll be testing out the Klonapin my dr. gave me. (She didn't indicate if I'm to take it, my mother is, or we both are) So I think I'll take 2 just in case Predictions: It ends with her doing her martyr routine. She'll guilt the hell out of me. She'll make a comment about me not having my hair/makeup done and not wearing earrings. (I'm not going out today and I'm going to workout after she leaves) She'll cast negative comments about my housekeeping. especially my vacuuming via dustbuster. The negative comments will only be outdone by negative looks and subtle jabs. I'm not being negative. I'm being realistic. This has been going on since I was born. Although, if the pills kick in, I might just fuck with her head and agree with whatever she says. That'd freak her out, wouldn't it? Maybe I'll do that for shits and giggles. Update: Just lovely - my mother advised me she has contacted my father 'on my behalf'. Mentions of vacuum - 3x Comments about the house - 2x Subtle looks and comments - 7x I tried to agree on things or be non-committal. Of course she did the "I love you and I am just trying to help, blah blah blah" But I might add, the pill did take a nice chill off her. (And of course, she commented about all my medication - I told her I was taking something from anxiety. Her main source) |
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| Creative Minds Needed |
| 03.15.05 (7:38 am) [edit] |
| I think my beloved cat Lulu has a UTI. We have an appt at the vet on Monday. They told me to bring a urine sample. Anyone have a suggestion how the hell I'm supposed to get a sample? |
| 19 Comments |
| Topping Myself |
| 03.14.05 (7:40 am) [edit] |
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I decided to top myself with the music downloads. "Muskrat Love" Captain and Tenille "Don't Mess with my Toot Toot" Denise Gracy "I wanna sex you up" Color Me Badd "All cried out" Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam It must be the oven cleaner fumes. (wait until I reveal the rest of the cd I burned) You're going to be calling for the men in straitjackets. |
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| Airborne Update |
| 03.13.05 (3:14 pm) [edit] |
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Lo and behold, I got a call from our beloved MIA Airborne this afternoon. I can confirm he is alive and broke. Our beloved Airborne decided to buy a $600 station wagon with about a billion miles on it from a friend for the ride to Kansas and eventually New Mexico. He didn't want to drive his pick-up truck with all his guns and shit because it would be unsecured. Might I add, that wagon was pretty much packed to capacity. (I'm sure it was all of his polyester leisure suits and frilly undergarments that took up all the room!) As I said to him "Are you sure that $600 station wagon will make it?" ( "Oh yeah, he's a friend, I'm just going to drive it there and sell it back to a used car place for $600, " he said. My reply "Okay..." I was right. Mr. Airborne decided to take a detour to go through several war museums and battlefields. He said that he was in Louisiana on Saturday. (I'm thinking to myself, aren't you supposed to be in Kansas on Sunday?) When his car blew up. (I told him so.) And without a cell phone (Again, I told him so.) He sat on the side of the road for 4 or 5 hours. White flag on antenna, hood up - all signaling for help. (Had I been there, I would have had assistance there in no time!) He was finally helped by some Mormons who wanted to save his soul when he was only interested in having a tow truck save his ass. The tow truck said that they'd have his car ready Sunday am. around 10. Paid the dude $350. Then the dude mentioned that his 'head gasket' was about to blow. I can picture the look that Airborne gave the car repair dude. (Like WTF didn't you mention this beforehand?) So he ends up selling the car to the dude for $100 (after paying $350 to get it fixed). The dude drives him to Monroe, LA airport to rent a car to drive to Kansas in exchange for filling up his diesel tow-truck's gas tank. But the car rental places are all franchises and don't rent cars one-way. (Can you see his ears steaming?) He finally gets one and drives it back to the po-dunk town to transfer all his frilly things and guns into his rental car. The car repair dude sees his gun-cases and is foaming at the mouth to see them. He offered Airborne $500 for two of them (when they would be worth at least 4x that). The dude balks and says he can pick up a shotgun for $200 at Walmart. (Imagining Airborne chuckling for that) Off Airborne gets the hell outta Louisiana (or was it Mississippi?). He makes it to Kansas and they won't let him on base with his guns, so he has to rent storage space. He turns in the rental car and has to pay $75 plus tip to get back to the base. And he's apparently doing some sort of desk grunt job for the time being. And they have a public computer (dial-up) $5 for 20 mins. And he can't get onto Tblog. It's considered porn. LMAO (He's DYING to read what I wrote about his visit). It didn't help when I mentioned it was sunny and almost 80 here. It's cold and rainy and snowy there. $600 for the car + $350 for car repair + towing + hotel - $100 for selling car + $70 for tow truck gas + $75 for taxi + $45/day car rental + storage rental fees If only he had listened to me and gotten a better car... |
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| Confession |
| 03.13.05 (9:34 am) [edit] |
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I downloaded Barry Manilow's Copacabana, the disco version, and I've been listening to it as I clean my kitchen. There, I feel better. |
| 6 Comments |
| Licking Pussy |
| 03.10.05 (6:31 am) [edit] |
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Here's a cool screen cleaner: http://www.mcxnet.ch/screenclean/" title="http://www.mcxnet.ch/screenclean/" target="_blank"http://www.mcxnet.ch/screencl... It's TOTALLY G-rated. You dirty-minded people. |
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| Adult Toys |
| 03.09.05 (10:17 pm) [edit] |
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A friend made a comment the other day that "Rap is to music like an etch-a-sketch is to art." I said that I never had an Etch-a-Sketch as a kid. And I also really wanted an Easy Bake Oven and SeaMonkeys. He said he wanted a rock polisher and a Hot Wheels race track that kept the cars going... This led to a discussion of those toys you REALLY wanted as a kid but never got. So this is your chance... What toys did you REALLY REALLY REALLY want? Would you like them today? What toys did you really want and got and was kinda disappointed? I'm thinking I might take a tour of my local toy section and peruse them. After further research, I might come up with some additional items. (I actually did look online a few months ago at some of the neat SeaMonkey aquariums and almost ordered one) And no comments from the Peanut Gallery about Adult Toys - that's a whole'nother posting. |
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| Optimist vs Pessimist |
| 03.08.05 (5:25 pm) [edit] |
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Being a depressed optimist sucks. You get knocked down, brush yourself off and say things will get better. Then you get knocked down and it just continues over and over. Then when there is nothing, utterly nothing, that you have to spark optimism, what do you have? A depressed pessimist just figures it will continue to suck. Things are not always what they seem. |
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| xAirborne visit |
| 03.06.05 (3:56 pm) [edit] |
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Yes, I'm alive. I don't want to hear that anyone flamed xAir for bolting early. I'm sure it was just because he wanted to get to see his son, aka 'the boy' before reporting for duty tomorrow. He said it will probably be a few weeks or month before he's back online. Regardless, it was wonderful to see him (and his big hands/feet). While we were on the cowboy boot quest, I saw the most HORRENDOUS boots. They had snake heads on each of the feet. Does anyone seriously wear such things? I took a picture with my camera phone to show folks. Maybe one day I'll figure out how to post it. I also took a pic of Xair as he looked for size 36x38 Wranglers. (Again, a Western Wear shop that caters to Mexicans is not going to have size 13 boots or jeans THAT long!) We learned that Bryon (aka xAir) doesn't like driving in the city. Add to that city traffic and he's ready for an anxiety attack. I drive like an old lady but that didn't calm him. The fact that he showed me his really big knife that he carries around with him didn't make me feel particularly safer. (Not that I thought he'd gut me or anything.) Plus, I was 'reminded' that I 'almost made a lane change in an intersection'. He also was going to write me a ticket for making a U-turn. (They are legal unless posted otherwise.) That's it on the quick report of my visit with Airborne. |
| 5 Comments |
| Lost my touch |
| 03.03.05 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
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Apparently, Diva has lost her touch. Airborne and I had lunch and then drove ALL over the place looking for size 13 cowboy boots. Then we had sushi. And he said he was going to hit the road and drive to Memphis tonight. So, technically, he passed up sleeping in my bed. Henceforth, there will be no shower pics of him or first in the morning shots. I'm going to go cry. Convent, here I come. ***For the record, XAir and I are diving friends. Never been anything more than friends. I was going to sleep in my guest room*** He has the biggest hands I have ever seen - palm to palm, my finger-tips didn't even reach the base of his fingers. |
| 16 Comments |
| Blood Boiling TROLL |
| 03.02.05 (4:47 pm) [edit] |
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I'm not going to use names. I got a tmail on Monday from someone that said he thought I was amazing, blah blah blah. He didn't understand why I was dating so many tools and he'd like to have a drink with me sometime. I'll tmail back and forth with just about anyone. Learn a little more about him, but a lot of the things he's saying, I dunno, it just didn't wash with me. You know that intuition thing? So I asked what he was looking for. A rather evasive answer in response. So I asked if he was married. He said "Yes, but that isn't a problem, is it?" Uh, yes! (Has this man read a SINGLE word of my blog???) I replied "I don't mess with other women's men. It's a matter of professional courtesy." His response? "Do you have any female friends you can set me up with?" (Blood boiling) "You want me to work as your pimpette? You are kidding right?" His response "Sure, why not. I'm sure you know some girls interested into a discreet relationship." I blocked him from commmenting on my blog - so he can just sit back and read the comments. What a TROLL!!!! |
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