Cut Me Off Like Necrotic Flesh

I am not gonna lie, I like the Twilight books and I own all of them. I think it's because of the love story and how easy it is to read. A nice break from some of my other darker books. I am however getting so effing sick of seeing the movie previews, and all the gay ass merchandising. Nothing like selling your soul to the devil... I will see the movie, when it comes out on DVD. I really don't think I will see it in theaters at this point because I know there is no possible way it is marginally as good as the book. (without sounding racist here...)They effed up in the first movie when they cast Laurent as a black vampire... And you know they did it for a "token" black person. Honestly... I know, no matter how I say it, it sounds horrible. But, that's how I feel and I am totally allowed to feel that way.

This last week at work has been rough and depressing. I have had the urge to start screaming (or worse, hitting/smacking) at my employees... They are just acting so... So... I don't know. Childish, immature, uncaring, etc. The saddest fact about this: THEY ARE ALL OLDER THAN ME! I am still the youngest employee in my office, yet one of the most senior; both in position and behavior. I mean, I am all for having fun at work, it makes it more bearable. That's why I have tried so very effing hard to implement new things to make it more fun. I work in one of the most stressful industries; we need to have fun. But when people are rude, ungrateful, bitchy, whiny, and complacent it just makes me want to shut down or blow up.

What's worse? Working with all these "adults" who act like they are in high school. If someone isn't feeling all cheery and happy or is in an antisocial mood, someone inevitably gets all butt hurt and starts asking, "Is she mad at me?" or "I don't think she likes me." or "What's wrong with her?" .... O.o .... This seriously reminds me of high school, and how I was always the one who was asked those questions about someone, and I always just wanted to yell, "IF YOU CARE SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU CALL HER?!" I know this was because I was pretty much the only person this other person really spent regular intervals of time with... And now I am starting to ramble...

My pizza is done, and after I eat pizza I am making some apple crisp!

Is That The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Or Just The Train?

This week was excruciatingly long, and it seems like a lot has happened... But I don't think that much actually happened...

The beginning of the week was shocking and kind of good in a way. Found out someone very near and dear to me was going through some tough stuff, but the up side is she will possibly be closer a lot sooner than expected. And "Oh, lawdy!" how I have missed her!

On a totally unrelated note, while partaking in some quality tube time there was a commercial for YellowBook... Seriously, YellowBook? What the F is wrong with you? This nice family sits down to what appears to be Thanksgiving and the mom is like, "I followed your recipe, Mom." Or whomever the hell she was talking to. They get ready to dish up and the turkey starts vibrate, for lack of a better term, and out pops a little kitten... How in god's green earth did that kitten get in the turkey?? And why the hell didn't the lady notice said kitten climbing into the effing turkey?!? The little girl had it right, "Ew, that's nasty..." Amen, little girl... Amen. It was messed up... I am surprised they didn't have to have some crazy disclaimer how no kittens were harmed in the making of the commercial or something to that effect... Cah-razy. Otherwise it was kind of funny...

So this morning was going pretty awesome except that my hair didn't want to cooperate, and Collin tried to sidetrack me while I was getting dressed for work. Then I go out to the truck and it wouldn't start! The battery was dead... Turns out it was most likely the original battery from the factory. Thank jeebus Collin didn't have to go to work yet, so he took me and Renee to work. Then he came back and pulled the battery, went to Les Schwabs, got the new battery, snagged me from work, came back home and put the battery in the truck just in time for him to head to work, and me to go back to work. The downside to my super awesome husband being able to accomplish all this is that he didn't have time to eat breakfast or anything. Also, he called me when he was halfway to Wilsonville to let me know in all the rushing he forgot to put socks on... My poor baby. I love him so much and if it wasn't for him I would have totally broke down crying this morning when the truck didn't start.

I know that's stupid, but my kneejerk "girl" reaction is to cry when something goes wrong with my car. And it causes me a lot of anxiety. What's even sadder about that is I know cars! I know the basic trouble shooting, and more than half the time I know EXACTLY what's wrong with the vehicle. Yet still, I have the urge to cry... Maybe it's the damsel in distress reflex.

Either way, all is well now. It's Friday, I am going to curl up with my book, an "adult" cup of coffee, and embrace my well deserved weekend.

Pour Me A Heavy Dose of Atmosphere

Banana Spiderman is a slippery character, and he is everywhere and knows EVERYTHING!
Seriously, that was the best costume.

I am thankful it is a new month. October was long, stressful, and full of anxiety. I hope November is better.

Yesterday was Collin's 27th birthday. I had a blast!! I made him this awesome skull and crossbones birthday cake (this can be seen in the Fall 2009 album on Myspace and Facebook), and I got him exactly what he wanted for his birthday (that was within reason, otherwise he would have got $1,500 for a new PC). I pre-ordered Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, a game he has been drooling over for months it seems. It comes out on the tenth of this month. I had loads of fun wrapping his present *evil laugh* (in case you haven't seen the photos). I put the pre-order confirmation in an envelope; placed it inside of a really sweet card; place the card in the box from his cake mix; wrapped the cake mix box with tissue paper and clear packing tape (like sealed it shut); put that box inside another box with a book for weight; sealed that box with tape and wrapped it in tissue paper; placed that box in a box with two cans of chili (more weight); taped the box and wrapped it before placing it inside yet another box, which was subsequently taped shut and wrapped as well; put this box in a big box with four cans of tomatoes and a sheet and a bunch of shredded tissue paper; finally, I sealed the big box, wrapped it with black wrapping paper, and put some ribbon on it. Oh, it was devious. Payback's a bitch. He did the same thing to me the first Christmas we were together.... And I waited all this time... It's diabolical I know! But when he finally got ALL of it open, and saw his gift, the expression on his face was priceless. I totally got a picture of it.

Another, slightly diabolical birthday gag I pulled on him, was when he got home I told him I had made him this awesome cake, but being the clutz that I am, I dropped it and the chunks in the pan were all I could salvage. He took it very well. He changed out of his work clothes, and while he was doing that I got his uber awesome cake out of the laundry room. He LOVED it.

It was a very good day.

I am happy to say it has been over a week and I have not come down with H1N1, so I am hoping that means I am in the clear. Jenn and Amanda are doing fine as well.

Ugh, I hate the time change... It always throws me off for about a week or so... I almost started dinner at 4pm because it felt like it was almost dinner time.

Speaking of, dinner smells so freaking good... I am making meatloaf, rice, corn, and an improvised gravy. What is an improvised gravy you ask? Well, it's when you realize you want gravy with dinner but there will be no meat juices (which sound extremely dirty anyways), and you don't have one of the easy cheat packets, so you make it from scratch (which I have become really good at doing).

Are You There? Or Are You Just A Decoy Dream?

This weekend was crazy busy, and pretty awesome. Except that today my niece, Cassidy, tested positive for H1N1... I am hoping I didn't get it when I saw her on Saturday... I can't believe she is twelve now.

Last night I had the cah-raziest dream, which sucked because I slept like shit, and this dream was intense so I felt like I didn't sleep at all.

Honestly, it was kind of retarded, but it still fucked with my head.

I just remember that I was with a bunch of people from high school, like Josh, Kelly, Sommie, Alana, Kristina, and a bunch of others. I think aliens invaded, or Earth was being occupied by aliens. This is kind of what made it seem a little stupid. The aliens looked like midget versions of this guy (well, this is as close of a likeness as I could find...):
They were about four feet tall and wearing sequined black jumpsuits...

Anyways, I don't know exactly what happened, but for some reason Kelly told them I did what ever it was and they cut off the tip of my right index finger. Then it was night time and we were all hiding, I think we were planning to overthrow the aliens... I don't know, it was jacked up and left me totally confused as to why the hell I am dreaming about my high school chums... Okay, what concerned me more was the aliens, and getting my fingertip (from the knuckle to the tip) cutoff... It was just weird, comical upon reflection, but still weird.

I am tired... Ever since getting the new comforter last week I long to be wrapped up in bed, all warm and snug... Obviously that is not ideal for, nor conducive to being a responsible adult... And it is amazing that I have been able to force myself out of bed in the morning. Maybe I have the occasional helpful nudge from Collin, but just as often he is advocating for me to stay in bed...

Last week we got the CD "Ocean Eyes" by Owl City, and I must say it is an awesome CD. We bought it because we were hooked on the song "Fireflies" so we figured we would give the CD a chance. The songs are hilariously funny ("Dental Care"), and just sound so different from a lot of what's out there right now.

Collin should be off work soon, and I miss his big goofy face. Which, as a matter of fact, will be much goofier come the first. He is participating in the Prostate Cancer Awareness thingy at work where he has to shave off all his facial hair (not his eyebrows... I was worried about that at first...) and then spend the month growing a mustache. He chose to grow a handlebar mustache, like this:
There will be daily photos on facebook, and myspace... Though they might only be uploaded every couple days. (and yes that was a picture of Hulk Hogan. He was the least creepish example google images came up with...)

It will be interesting...

I'll Be Your Guardian When All Is Crumbling

For your amusement, a series of text messages:

Me: Did u get my big orange balls?

Collin: lol yes

Me: I can't wait to gobble the balls...

Me: Let me know when u are laughing so hard u pee.

Collin: lmfao i almost fell out of my chair. (thank god he was at home...)

Me: im so excited to taste those big dusty orange balls, and have them melt in my mouth.

Collin: ok stop or you'll have to clean up the pee.

Me: lol ok. they would be even funnier if u have the phone read them out loud. (our phones can speak the text from notes and received text messages... it's insanely entertaining when you have a filthy mind like us...)

Now, can you guess what balls I am speaking of with such adoration?

It's really more innocent than you think... Just sounds horrible...

Today is Thursday. I hope that they find the missing boy in Colorado, and that he was just hiding in a treehouse down the street or something.... So scary.. We watched as the balloon landed in the field and then they found no one inside. My heart about stopped. He's probably just afraid of the trouble he'd be in...

Okay, I'm out.

Truly, The Leopard Can Change His Shorts.

I bet you are wondering where the hell I got that title? It's from a book I am reading called Thud! by Terry Prachett. It's interesting so far.

This weekend was fun (I guess you could call it fun...). Saturday I spent five hours going crazy and cleaning the house from top to bottom (as I do every season), and was utterly exhausted by the time I was done. I did it all, the windows, the floors, everything. It felt good once it was all done, but every inch of me ached from scrubbing and sweeping and wiping and dusting. Now I should be good with just the regular sweeping/mopping and vacuuming until about January or February.

Yesterday I picked Jordan up from Grandma Sharon's in West Salem at noon and took him home. I spent the afternoon with Jenn and the kids. Amanda is doing awesome! She is such a little ham. Jenn and I went to town. Then I played outside with Jordan for a while kicking his soccer ball back and forth, and then watched some ScoobyDoo with him. Going into town was a trip (I rarely go into LC anymore since Dad lives in Rose Lodge), we went to Bi-Mart and Safeway.

I never go to Bi-Mart in Salem, but the one in LC hasn't changed hardly at all since I was a kid. This caused me to have some crazy trip of a dream last night that was just too bizarre. All I clearly remember was that I was in Bi-Mart and I ran into this girl Samantha (who is the younger sister of an old friend), and we were like talking and stuff, and her dad was there (who used to hang out with my dad), and it was just weird. Both of those people I haven't seen in over five years. I don't even think I would recognize either of them if I saw them in the street (they both looked like they did when I was 18). It was a trip, it was one of those dreams that just feels so real, even after you wake up you think, "Hmmm. Maybe it did happen."

Tonight I am going to call Cassidy and see if she wants to accompany me to the pumpkin patch this weekend (provided it's not really nasty outside) and then get some lunch or something. I can't believe she'll be TWELVE on the 24th. That's the age I was when she was born!

I am getting pretty consistent about logging into facebook now... I don't know why it was so "difficult" for me to find the time before... Weird, right? So far I have had two friend requests that leave me pondering, this is mostly due to the fact I haven't seen or spoken to these people in years. On top of that, when I did speak to them it was in passing, but hey, it never hurts to have new old friends... Or would they be old new friends... No I think NEW old friends.... Whichever... I am extremely happy about some of the connections I have made with past friends, and I love the little suggestions they give based on mutual friends (like Myspace does I know). It's tempting to just start adding all the suggestions they give and maybe reconnect with half of the people who went to high school with me. There are definitely a few that I will avoid though, for various reasons.

Okay, I think I am starting to ramble, maybe I will continue rambling this evening... For now I am done.

It Was A Trick...

Nothing has changed, except my bitchin' new hair!!!

I am so in love with it, it verges on being wrong.

Work is still the same. Good and horrific.

Collin is still amazingly awesome.

I don't seem to have the time to post as much during the week, but I am working on it.

I am sure I have shit-ton of stuff to say, but, alas, I am at work and should be doing work stuff... I just realized it's a week into "Chucktober" (as per my calendar at home) and I haven't posted anything on here...

Back to my slave labor... oops, shit, I mean work...