Wanna Hear Something Gross?

It took me and my husband about five minutes to hang up the phone with each other... The age old power struggle of "You hang up first.... No, you hang up first." Sick, right?

After over five years we still effing do that...

It started by him answering the phone and me saying in my creepy trucker voice, "Hi, Candy Cane..."

I don't remember what else we discussed other than him making dinner tonight because we have some other shit to do after I get home and I want to get in at least twenty minutes on the elliptical... It's becoming addicting that thing... I think in the last month I have only skipped four nights and three were because I was recovering from vomitting all night (one night, not three nights of vomitting), and the fourth night I skipped was because of a MASSIVE migraine. I iz proud!

But I totally digressed... and it's 3:33 and I need to get my posting shit done. Work has been bearable the last couple days... Which makes me leary of what's to come.

Listening To Classical Music and Feeling Mature

Today was nothing like I expected.

LeeAnn had a family emergency so we rescheduled my hair for tomorrow morning (fine by me, after all shit happens... then we die), I ended up going to Wal Mart and almost completely finished my Christmas shopping (go me!), now I only have a couple things to pick up.

After I got home from the store I called Renee to let her know I was getting my hair done tomorrow instead of today and wanted to know when she wanted to run errands. Turns out this worked out great because the heating element in her oven went out last night and we needed to race to this appliance place on 12th that said they might have one in but needed to see it to be sure and they closed at noon (it was only eleven so I guess it wasn't that epic... But it could have been.), made it there, got the element and went back to her house to make sure it worked. Got it installed, her husband made cookies, then we (Renee, myself, Drea {Renee's daughter}, and Mia {Drea's daughter}) hopped in the truck and went to run errands.

We went to the Chase at Fred Meyer, then went over to the Target on Center, and then went to Kohl's at Salem Center... I am not a big fan of the mall to begin with but the Marion Parkade was FULL of idiots... I thought for sure we were gonna die. Drea just needed to run in there real quick so I dropped her off at the Sky Bridge and went and parked on the opposite side of the parkade until she texted that she was done.

Mia (who is three) was being a butt after the first stop, so by the time we left the mall she was getting really cranky. I said to her it sounded like someone was getting tired. She responded "No LiLi, I not tired. I don't wanna go to bed." I told her that no one said she had to. Eventually she said okay.
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Remembered I had to do some research for my dad, I am going to try and pop over there tomorrow after my hair appointment. And now my laundry needs to be folded... Please enjoy the music while you hold..............................................................................................................................
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I lied, well my laundry did. It needs another twenty minutes. Damn towels.

I was sitting here doing my bills (ugh...) and I realized that two, TWO more creditors of ours will be paid off in January. Then I thought about the fact that that extra couple hundred dollars a month will help us pay off another big ass bill (that isn't technically ours, but if we don't pay it it will bite us in the ass... even longer story...) with in six or seven months! Once that's paid we would be able to pay off our two remaining balances in rapid fire succession. As all this is flying through my brain like lightning I almost started to cry with the realization that by this time next year we could have ALL of our debt paid off (except maybe little balances on the credit cards...) and we would be able to start seriously saving money for a house. It's just crazy... I mean that is one of our biggest goals (isn't it everyone's?) to pay off all our debt and get a house. But to think that it can be attainable in just a couple years (I'd like to save a nice fat down payment saved up), is just amazing to me.

Laundry should be done now, and I need to go do other stuff.

Pasta Linguine!

The Misadventures Of A Partial Arm Amputee

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That Is A Long Chunk Of Brown...

Yarn! Yarn you nasty people... Sheesh.

I learned (taught myself) how to crochet hats this week. Now I am working on a hat for Collin, and he chose a variegated yarn that is shades of blue, white, green, and brown. I made mine to match a scarf I finally finished.

This week was interesting. Started the work week by waking up at 1:30 am Monday morning (Sunday night) throwing up in my mouth... Thank god I made it to the toilet. Spent the next hour or so doing that, followed by about half an hour (give or take) dry heaving... Yay! Somewhere between 3:30 and 4:00am I went and sat on the couch, passing in and out of consciousness. Collin found me like that around 5ish. I told him I was going back to bed and that I needed him to call my head boss at about 7:15, and pick up Renee at 7:30, and to let them both know I would be in later but needed to sleep. I slept until 9 and then dragged my exhausted ass into work.

The rest of Monday wasn't much worse.

On Tuesday Collin picked up our SUPER AWESOME 2009 Christmas cards (I cheated a little and had them printed at Costco). Now I just need to print out the envelopes, get some stamps and get them mailed.

Wednesday was long and tiresome.

Thursday was awesome! Best Thanksgiving ever. Just me and Collin (and Spazzer of course!). We went to Walmart and bought another new strand of Xmas lights. This one is blue and white snowflake LED lights. All of our lights are LED... In fact all of our lights are blue and white too... Anyways, after we got back from Walmart we put up our Xmas lights, and started to make dinner. We had all the fixings but downsized for the two of us. Just made a turkey breast (dans la slow cooker), stuffing, mashed taters, and yams (with the marshmallows like my mommy used to make!), oh and cranberry sauce. We just stayed snuggled up in the house, watching movies and being together. We had dinner at 4pm so I was able to get on the elliptical for a half hour around 6ish. Made me feel great.

Friday, today, was icky. We were one of the only office type places open... The chiropractor next door was closed, the majority of our clients were closed, and even the ice cream factory across from us was closed. It was a long slow day, that left me feeling absolutely frustrated and angry. So when I got home I hopped on the elliptical and worked off the negativity, and now I am typing this and sipping some "chocolate milk".

Now I think I am gonna go check out some other stuff.

Peace!

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).