Thursday, February 08, 2007

So fucking tired

Ok, I just spent the last 2 hours talking to the bitches and forgot to post so you get bullets.

*Dad is okay. No surgery so he is having more chemo mixed with radiation 5 days a week.
*That being said, I can go to the Blowout. I emailed the hubs to make sure he does not care (which I doubt he does) so unless some whacked out shit happens, I am off to Hoooooooston.
*Did I mention I am tired?
*Currently starting season 4 of the Sopranos. Is it sick that I find Tony Soprano hot in a fat, bald, revolting kind of way?
*Hubs got his apnea machine. God bless.
*I want to say a big thanks to the bitches who got me thru the last week or two with a personal issue. A few of those bitches went way above and beyond and for that I am beyond grateful. Thank you big bunch of hobags.
*Saw a shitload of movies this weekend - Prozac Nation, The Illusionist, The Hills Have Eyes......you decide which of those suck ass....
*It was 71 fucking degrees today. I had windows open bitches. Just when I decide living in this God forsaken place sucks, the weather busts out with that shit.
*Only a kagillion more weeks before I am done with Jesus classes and become all Catholic and shit. My soul best be thankful for this shit. All I'm sayin...
*I flat out forgot to pay two separate bills this month. Y'all - I am anal with this shit and two times in two days I realized "Holy shit, I did not pay that." Um, did the plethora of extra money not ring a bell? Oh wait, there was no extra money. Right. My bad.
*Hubs nad surgery is in a couple months. Soon I will be asking for you to pray or chant or whatever for good swimmers. No more shrinkage (as I asked for Dad's surgery). Shrinkage, in this case, would be BAD. Ya feel me?

OK, I must sleep. In less than 8 hours, the hubs will come home and the stupid brainless dog will explode with excitement in such a way that it will become necessary for him to vibrate my entire fucking bed. This of course occurs while Reba wraps herself around my head in a panic. Why...exactly.....do I want to add children to this mix?

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Elizabeth at 12:06 AM

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

A long overdue update and one very bad dog

First off, this is my new purchase. I have mentioned on Lost In Suburbia's blog that I wanted a barn star a few times and I always have admired her decorating dealios she has going over there. So I found this guy on eBay last week or so. No, a few weeks actually. I think it is 36 inches across and that awesome burnt red color. I dig it.

What do you get when you cross this.....

......with this?

Answer: One very bad dog trotting down the hall carrying my STEELERS BEAR like it is his newest acquisition? Little fucker. I would string him up but he has no balls.

So anyway, my life. Yes, my life. Well, it's been okay. I have discovered the joys of talking to the bitches online. That, right there, is big fun. I have also been talking to Pissy via email while we both work and that hag took today off and I had to be all productive and shit. Bitch. Then, there is Tracy, aka Fuzzball, who cracks my shit up on the regular. I gotta say, you nutty ass bitches keep me sane.

OK, not sane.

Um, not homicidal. Let's go with that one. That is more truthful.

Today was Dad's final PET scan. Now we wait like 5-7 days to get the results. So again, think shrinkage, internets. Or maybe gone. How about gone? I like gone. Shoot for the stars, bitches. Personally if I could go in there and rip the tumors out myself I would.

Let's not even discuss what a skanky whore blogger was being today. Dude, what the fuck? How am I supposed to pass the time when I take breaks from listening to doctors drone on and on when I can't comment on blogs? On the same day Pissy deserts me because of a little snow. Pfffft.

Oh, and I have a cold. Nothing major. But from the neck up, it is Snotfest 2007. Nothing is funnier than having a sneeze sneak up on you and you let loose with such force that you scare the dog who is under the bed behind you and you hear his head make a very telltale clunk noise hitting the bed frame when he jumped from the noise. It is becoming more and more clear just where all his brain cells went.

I know it looks like he has been hitting the doobage and THAT is the reason for the brain cells jumping ship at such a rapid pace, but it is the constant blunt head trauma, I assure you. Nary a surface is safe - coffee tables, corners of walls, door jambs, and now bed frames. They all have dents from his melon making contact.

I blew off class last night due to feeling like ass. Could I have made it? Sure. I was not dying. I just was tired and felt ick-tastic and just did not want to bother. I'm sure God will get over it. He has bigger things to deal with. Like assholes. There are a lot of assholes in this world. He needs to smite them.

And SMITE THEM HARD.

Sorry, I digress. I had a very active evening of Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy. Plus of course my Y&R that I can tape now due to DVR. I will just spare you all the week long saga of my DirecTV vs. cable nightmare, but suffice it to say, I now have cable and DirecTV can kiss my lily white ass. Surprisingly enough, I am very calm and polite in dealing with customer service people and tech peeps on the phone because really, it is not their fault that the company they work for are direct descendants of the devil so why be an asshat to them? However, we are now involved in a billing dispute due to us supposedly breaking a contract. I will go and personally style Camel Toe Annie's hair before any of those cocksuckers see a dime of my hard earned cash. Booooooyah.

I have been taking craptastic care of myself lately. I gotta snap out of it and realize that this really bizarre, half curly, half straight hairdo I got going just is probably not the look for me. However, when I exit the shower with wet hair, do not take the time to blow it dry and then straighten it, and then pull the top half back, the normal curls and ponytail bump make it into some nightmare that Belinda Carlisle probably wore in about 1986. In other words, Kami would FUG my ass soon as look at me. It's no bueno, y'all. Starting tomorrow, I give a shit again.

Or Monday. Whatever.

So that is really all that has been going on. All is quiet on the homefront. I have not killed the dog yet. Despite his best efforts. Just keep the dad in your prayers or chants or whatever the fuck each of y'all do. Slaughter a sheep for him. I could not give a shit less. Do what you gotta do.

I'm out.

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Elizabeth at 8:46 PM

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Sunday, January 21, 2007

Sittin and waitin and watchin

Those are my plans today. Did the church thing already. Was supposed to meet Karen for a walk today in the park but the weather had other ideas. So I am chillin at home with the snoring hubs watching "When A Stranger Calls" before the game comes on. I have not said much about how well the Saints are doing because y'all bitches know I be a Steelers fan. Alas my poor boys had a rough go of it this year, but I'd still dry hump Old Man Rooney himself (the owner) for season tickets. So I sit and watch this cool ass movie waiting on the game. The city seems to have really needed this. This team has never made it this far - EVER. People here are all pumped and shit. It's cool to see even though these very same people are so quick to call each and every team member a giant steaming pile of dog shit in the years that they sucked ass. Nothing like fair weather fans.

It rained here pretty hard but now seems content to just be gray and dreary and funky. I'm down with that. Good napping weather. As evidenced by the snoring mass to my left. I am not doing much more than reading and sneaking glances at the TV. Even though I am not keeping a formal track of what I read this year, I have two down already - currently on the third.

I don't have much going on right now, but I have a couple posts lolling about in my brain that I have to work the kinks out of, but for now, this is what you get. Try not to nap through it.

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Elizabeth at 12:50 PM

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

The Hormone roller coaster of an emotional neurotic

It's been a relatively ho hum week with not much to report. As you all know, I have no life so unless I sit here and go into great detail of the horror that is American Idol, there ain't much to say. I don't guess we are doing SPF this week, so that's one thing to cross off my incredibly short list.

Last night I did have my class up at church though. It was on marriage and what the church views marriage as and what its importance is. Now y'all know that I had many reservations about starting this whole RCIA process months ago and until now, I have been pleasantly surprised at the lack of judgment I have encountered.

Yeah, until last night.

Duuuuuuude, what the fuck? I was hardly surprised when they made a big stink about a marriage being between one man and one woman because you would pretty much have to be clueless to not know that most religions feel that way. I happen to disagree, but que sera, sera. I did not get my big granny panties in a wad until we watched the video. We watch these videos of this man whose very voice makes my teeth hurt. He launches into the marriage debate going through the whys and wherefores of everything we had pretty much covered. However, he used the following illustration of why exactly it (it being marriage) needed to be between one man and one woman. I am using quote marks here but this is not a direct word for word summation. However, the very last part is verbatim.

"Well, you see, men and women are physiologically different. Now, I am probably going to get in trouble with some of the feminists here (insert self deprecating chuckle here) but that is just the way it is. We need each other to counterbalance parts of ourselves. We make each other whole. I mean, imagine a world of all men. It would be barbaric with very little feeling or emotion behind any of the decisions being made. And women need men because without them to counterbalance their delicate constitutions, they would all be emotional neurotics."

Blink.

Blink blink.

Dude, really? You seriously said that? Before I could even control my outward reaction, I literally laughed so hard that I snorted. I'm sure the hubs was horrified that his feminazi wife just snorted at a priest whether he was on video tape or not. But I did. And I would again.

Emotional neurotic, padre? Oh, you have NO idea.

However, until you (a) can touch boobies, (b) can do the hibbidy bibbidy to the body attached to said boobies, (c) entertain the notion of marrying the body with the boobies, and finally (d) leave this earth with your face buried between those same boobies, do NOT talk to me about the physiology of a woman. You don't live with us. You can never understand the inner workings of the female mind. Hell, my hubs does live with one of those aforementioned emotional neurotics and HE does not have a damn clue. I give mad props for those men who do enter the priesthood because to do so is a sacrifice that I could never begin to understand. However, know your place. You are NOT a psychologist. You are not even a marriage counselor, dude. I realize that the church recommends and even requires, I believe, marriage counselling given by a priest and I call bullshit on that one. That would be like me giving advice on how to be a size 2 or how to not go ape shit in traffic.

I won't even go into the part where Fr. New Guy said that in the midst of premarital counselling, if the couple indicated that they would exclude children as part of their family throughout the course of their marriage, that would raise a "serious red flag." Yeah, that is another story for another time. The hole in my tongue from me biting down like an epileptic mid-seizure is a big one, my friends.

All of that being said, I am not so discouraged that I will stop going. I am totally okay with disagreeing with church doctrine and even with my own parish priest. This is a journey for me - I get that. I am just trying to find my own voice in all of this. Maybe I will be good for these people. I seemed to be the only one who was a little put off from the marriage chat. Maybe I can make someone see that gay people are not all freaks who "chose their deviant lifestyle." Maybe someone will agree that the choice of having or not having children is a distinctly personal one made between a husband and wife with the church staying the fuck out of it. Or maybe one day in class I will snort too loudly and they will try to exorcise out my demons.

Good luck on that one, I say. Those bitches run deep.

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Elizabeth at 8:33 PM

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Tired and gross

Well, like others during this time of year, I am making a concerted effort to take better care of myself. Of course, this is reflected in dropping some weight but really in all senses of the word. I need to make sure I take time for myself because when I don't get alone time, it ain't pretty. My mom has been driving me batshit crazy and I totally see me buying her a ticket to go up North for a while. Thankfully the hubs understands that I need some time to myself and does not get offended when I am all too happy to boot his ass out of the house on days he works. I'm sure a lot of peeps would think I am one rude ass bitch, but I know what my needs are and that is for sure one of them.

The hubs and I have started having these wonderful smoothies in the mornings. Frozen fruit (mixed varieties, strawberries, raspberries, etc) with some Tropicana orange juice that is 50% less sugar (tastes fab especially if you are not big on pulp) and that's it. Blend it up with a 2 tsp. flaxseed oil and you have a very healthy and surprisingly filling smoothie. I was a bit wary thinking that I'd be trolling through the fridge within an hour but so far, I seem to be pretty satisfied for a good few hours. I also purchased the You on a Diet book. I like what I have seen of Dr. Oz when he is on Oprah because he is not just about being skinny. Like he said, "Well, if all you want is to lose weight, then yeah, drink all the diet drinks and smoke cigarettes and you will drop weight." He wants us to be healthy, get our fiber, eat some veggies, don't go fucking crazy if we eat a piece of cake. Just find a good way to live your life and the weight will fall off if you also move around a little bit. My goal is bigger than I just don't like how I look. Unless you have never read this ever, then you know that by this time next year I really want to be a walking incubator and why on earth would I want my kid to have to dwell for 40 long weeks in a place that is not the best place for him/her/it? I am trying to keep that in mind when the pizza and Cheez-Its call my name.

I don't have much to report. Just back to work and back to a normal schedule. Not much on the agenda for this week other than my step daughter's birthday as well as my niece's birthday - both on the same day. I know - just got through Christmas and more birthdays. Hooooo boy, y'all are KILLING ME.

All is quiet on the homefront. The hubs is finally home tomorrow after 4 days at the station. I know - ridiculous, right? He has to snap that OT up when it comes though. Bills ain't gonna pay themselves, ya feel me?

OK, I am off to bed. It's 10:20 which makes it past my bedtime. Later bitches. I promise to have something excited to report tomorrow. Maybe.

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Elizabeth at 11:07 PM

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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Not dead...

OK, I am in a nicer mood since Monday. I was going through a really hellacious period of PMS and I'm way better now. Let's recap this week, shall we? Well, after 3 attempts, I finally gave blood to help out the Dad. I was not able to give him my actual blood because apparently all the planets have to align and a firecracker has to shoot out of my butt for that to occur, so I settled for blood replacement. Whatever. Just make sure my Pops does not get charged for friggin blood, ya heard?

Yesterday was uneventful for ME. The hubs, on the other hand, was called by Camel Toe Annie to go assist with their son who was about 2 seconds from getting arrested. Oh man, this shit just keeps getting better and better. I won't go into details, and thankfully it was not serious, but he was finger printed, booked along with his 3 juvie friends. According to the hubs, he is now grounded until this all is "settled." Now, let's see. Who will be around after Xmas break to make sure that he stays "grounded?" Um, no one. Yeah, let's see how far this goes. Far be it for me to critique (shut it) someone's parenting skills, but the hubs is in for a rude awakening. I won't "parent" like CTA. His stupid ass would have sat down in juvie over fucking night. I would not have ran down there like a bat outta hell to get his little illegal ass home.

Of course me saying all this and even worse, putting it in writing for tons (or 4 people) to read means I will undoubtedly have a child that commits his first felony by age 8.

I worked this week and I do believe that by the end of the week, the work load will drop off big time.

The hubs is going to go for a sleep study and will most likely be diagnosed with sleep apnea and have to wear a CPAP machine. And I will get to sleep sans ear plugs. Happy day.

Weather today sucked and made me want to nap.

I really have not much else to say.

***UPDATED TO ADD*** Perhaps I am still a tad emotional - Scrubs just made me cry.

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Elizabeth at 8:42 PM

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Sunday, December 17, 2006

Post in bullet

-Watching VH1's top 40 videos for 2006. I love me some Fergie. Ya know those girls who, no matter what they did (even if initially, it looked so dumb) they always somehow looked cool as hell? I think Fergie and Gwen Stefani were probably like that their entire lives.
-We had some friends over for dinner last night and had such a nice time. Our friend's daughter made a ham which was divine. Nice food, nice company, nice low key time - even if Dallas won. And is ANYONE shocked that T.O. spit in someone's face? I mean, really, wasn't it only a matter of time for that? I thought he had calmed down some, but I guess I spoke too soon.
-Brace y'allselves - I have NOTHING to do today. My house is clean (did it in anticipation of company), no lunch with Karen (she has to work) and I am not going to mass until this evening so that the hubs can come with. So it's me, some boys in black and gold and a book. I am so excited that I do not have to out in all this madness. God bless.
-I plan to call Pops today during the game. I miss him already even though I just left there a few weeks back.
-Mom is home from the hospital as of Thursday night. She is sore and tired a lot (Percocet will do that) but other than that, she's good.
-I had a dream about an ex-friend of mine last night. He and I used to work together and were such good friends and he sorta just dropped a lot of us who were really good friends to us and took care of him when he really needed it. I hope he is well, but I honestly have no clue where he even is. Sad.
-Found out from the friends last night that the horrible neighbors are not moving to a newly built house down the street but across the lake. Note to dipshit neighbors - Northshore peeps are way more conservative than here and will not deal with your trashy ways the way we have. I hope you have some KY because it ain't gonna be pretty for you all. Oh, and can you please move like tomorrow?
-I think I am FINALLY getting over some of my anger. There is still a shitten ton and a nice healthy dose of resentment in here, but I feel different. I am not sure what brought this on, but I am thankful for it because it was hurting no one but me. Wow, only 9 years it took. By the time I'm like 97, I should be aces.
-Remember how in Being Bobby Brown, Whitney Houston described Bobby digging in her ass as "black love?" Well, I do believe last night I reached new levels of kitty love. I was washing my face and I heard her jump up on the bathroom counter. Then the stench hit me. However, sometimes if he has just left a particularly rank deposit in the litter, her ass still smells even if she took care of biz cleanly. Alas, that was not the case. See, I put too much litter in her poop dome and therefore, Queen Fluffy Butt could not brace her chubby little body up high enough above the litter in order to deposit and then get out without making a mess. Poor thing had it all in her butt/back of leg hair. I mean, I doubt much was left in the litter. So what does a good mama do? Well, she cleans her daughters ass. And ass hair. She was NOT happy. However, she took it well overall. Poor thing. I think she might need a fanny trim. And Xanax.
-Gage and I just did full body stretches in tandem. How's that for being in sync with you pup?
-I desperately need a hair trim. My ends are just nothin' nice.
-I am giving the hubs an early Xmas present. I got him an LSU watch (yeah, I guess the big yellow helmet/mailbox was not enough) and he just broke his watch today so I agreed to cough up a gift early. Sucker say what?
-I have 2 movies to watch - Vanity Fair with Reese and Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic. I love Sarah so I imagine I'll pee myself for that one.
-Has everyone seen the iPod/Nike combo? That damn thing makes me wanna run almost. Almost.
-I got some of the cutest Xmas cards from the internets. Thanks to all who sent them. Loved them.
-So far, I am so digging this line up for the 40 best videos for 2006. I hope they release all these in 1 CD. That would save me some dollars. Of course, I already have Justin Timberlake, Fergie, Beyonce because having self control is so not me. It is only Xmas being like a week away that is keeping me from buying Gwen. The day it came out I had the shakes all day. Must. Have. The. Gwen. If I don't get it for Xmas, I will be out 12/26/06 purchasing it.
-Reba just hopped up on the arm of the sofa and wants to lay on the laptop so I guess all is forgiven. That is also a hint to get off here, so I'll listen since I violated my poor girl last night.

Peace...

***UPDATED TO ADD*** It's 11 AM and I am still in jammies. Hehehehehe....

Labels: Friends, Update, Xmas

Elizabeth at 9:14 AM

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Monday, December 11, 2006

Book #57 - The Memory Keeper's Daughter and other shit

I finally finished this book today. It was such a good book and really well written. Not sure why, other than my love of all things fluff, that it took me so long to get into, but it was always good. Basically the premise of the book is a doctor delivers his own twins in 1964, the boy is fine, the girl has Down's syndrome. He sends the daughter away to be put in an asylum with his nurse. The nurse can't bring herself to leave the girl in this cold place so she takes her and keeps her as her own child. The doctor tells his own wife that while there was twins, that the daughter died. It follows all of their lives over 25 years. Very good read. Run out and grab it.

Weekend was quiet. No lunch with Karen since she had to work early. I did some OT this weekend to help at work and make a few extra dollars. Christmas is nuts, no? As much as I try to keep my budget, I invariably go over. Oh well, God bless overtime, am I right?

Saturday I worked and then hung out here. I watched 3 really great movies this weekend. One was Heaven with Cate Blanchett, then The Man Who Cried with Cate again, Christina Ricci and Johnny Depp and then this afternoon I caught An Inconvenient Truth. Man, that movie was amazing. Horrific and scary and startling. Regardless of political affiliation or your like or dislike of Al Gore, I highly recommend each and every person see it. The facts can not be disputed. I will be making changes to how I live my life. Bet your ass on that.

I also took another trip to Kohls Friday night since they had a nightowl deal going on. Got a few things. Sunday, I went to mass, to Target, Sam's, Walgreens and then home. I did a couple hours of work. Relaxed in the afternoon and took a snooze. Today, the poop and I went to the vet for his semi-annual visit which included a blood test, a fecal test (ouch) and then a physical. He did spectacularly well. Won the vet over as per usual. He was terrified that I'd leave him. I would NEVER but I guess in his tiny canine brain, I could take off at any second. Poor thing. As if. Then I had a dentist appt. No cavities. Yeah! However, I gotta floss more. I have been a major slacker in that area. No one likes tooth chubs, ya heard?

Well, tomorrow I have to be up at 5:45 to take my mother to the hospital for a hysterectomy. It's nothing serious but she'll be an inpatient for a few days. The hubs is working so do you bitches know what that means? Yep, this bitch has the house to herself. And we all know what that means.

Naked laps around the perimeter of the house.

I think I just figured out why the neighbors are horrified by me.

Labels: 50 Book Challenge, Update, Weekend

Elizabeth at 9:58 PM

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Sunday, November 26, 2006

How I spent my day

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Here is my tree. My angel from years past bit the dust. I very intelligently put a candle in the tote that housed the angel and of course in my attic, that candle melted and now the angel is pink. NICE. So my tree is topless for the time being. Topless. Friggin whore.

I got up and went to mass today. I know people have their own ideas about church and religion and all that, and to that, I say, cool. Lord knows I have ran the friggin gamut on religion as a whole. I mean, for a while, I really was content to never step foot in another church again, save for the rare wedding or funeral. But with all that is going on, attending mass and my classes (which have been off the last 2 Wednesdays and I actually MISSED them) helps me. I get a little caught up in the singing and truth be told, having not been brought up as a Catholic, all the stuff they do still seems somewhat exotic to me. The genuflecting, the responsive stuff, the taking of communion every single time...all that. I feel more a part of a church community than another time in my life. Considering I have not even been baptized yet or partaken of the holy wafer (I say that just to make Shell think by reading it, she is hell bound), that is saying a lot. I pray all the time. I pray for me to stop being so angry. I pray for me to be kinder and less judgmental. I pray for me to let so many things GO. But lately, as you can imagine, I have prayed for my dad. I don't pray for a cure. I don't pray that one day he wakes up and it was just all a horrendous mistake. I pray for him to have strength and deal with this and I pray for him to at least feel peace. I pray that he knows how loved he is. I pray that if and when the time comes, he is surrounded by those who love him best, who understand that he did the best he could. I pray that I am holding his hand and rubbing it and he not only feels my love but a love from something bigger than him or me. It may sound like I have given up hope or resigned myself to the fact that a cure or remission is not in the cards. I can see how it might come off that way. I wrestle with this daily. I swing from one extreme of just wanting a miracle to the other extreme of picturing my life without him. 85% of the time I sit in the middle somewhere knowing that I have power over none of this. Fair or not. Crappy or not. Lucky or not. It is not up to me. That is what I pray for the most - the clarity to see that either way, my daddy will be ok. It is the hardest struggle I have dealt with in my 33 years.

The rest of my day was spent at lunch with friends which is a fabulous way to spend an afternoon. Particularly an afternoon where my boys got their ass handed to them in a shut out. Dude, 9 sacks on Ben. What the HELL? Um, offensive line? Come see for a sec. OK, the guys on the other side of the line of scrimmage? Um, yeah - they be not nice. They be like wanting to take your boy down. The job here is to block. BLOCK THEM. Perhaps if I draw pictures it will help. Y'all are friggin KILLING ME. And Ben, I know you are feeling the pressure in the pocket constantly, but if you throw one more pick, I swear to all that is good, I will fly up there and kick the living shit outta you. I'm just sayin.

Oh, and for those of you that perhaps were feeling a bit sad that with me attending mass and intending to finally be baptized and take communion for the first time in Catholic church in a few short months, I might perhaps quit cursing or whatever. Never fear. I imagine that the F bombs will be flying for years to come. Most people still get on my damn nerves and I will always refer to the hubs ex as Camel Toe Annie. Some things will NEVER change.

Word.

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Elizabeth at 10:42 PM

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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

What I was doing while the bitches were blogger blow outing

Yeah, I missed the damn thing. Fuckity fuck. For once in my life it was not a money thing. I know, shocking right? It was a work thing. Since I am a new girl and my supervisor was very kind enough to allow me to muck up my schedule later on this month to go see my sick Pop, I did not feel comfy asking for yet more favors. Ya feel me? Does not mean a bitch was not pissed while working on Saturday afternoon because I KNEW y'all were out taking booby pictures.
So my weekend - let's think. Friday night after work, my mother and I watched yet more Gilmore Girls. We were so tantalizingly close to being done that we watched them all weekend to complete the final season so that we are offically in the knew of all things in Stars Hollow. Don't hate. So tonight when it comes on, I know exactly why Lorelai freaked the fuck out on Luke and the wedding is off. These things are important, ladies. Saturday, I finished work and then hit Sam's to buy bags of chicken, bags of salmon, and our Thanksgiving turkey. Then since my poor mom and I had literally been holed up in the house the bulk of the week, we went all crazy and had a quick bite to eat at Chili's. Got home and yep, you guessed it, more Gilmores. Shut it.
Sunday I was actually off, so we did the church thing. Um, color a Protestant so surprised that rather than getting in everybody's damn way while they tried to go up and have them them some Jesus, my dumb ass could have been going up and getting a blessing from Father Cracker all this time. Yeah, I had no idea. I was sitting there, well kneeling there, doing some praying while the hubs and all the other people not on the fast track to hell like moi were partaking of the holy wafer. So after finding out this tasty morsel (no pun intended), I went up for my blessing which was nice. I do like Father Cracker. He is good people. Then, of course, the closing hymn was one of my Dad's faves, so what does a bitch do? Starts crying in church. Mmmhmmm. I so know how to make an exit.
We then drove up to BR-town to take some things back to Kohls that I had purchased online but had arrived damaged, a frame and a candle. We get there, I finish my transaction and then begin to shop. Let me just say that prior to taking the two things back, I checked the frame area for that particular frame since I really just wanted to make an even exchange, but since I say things on the internet like "have them some Jesus" no frames were to be found. I shop a little and on my way out I decide to just do one more frame drive by to make sure that there was not another frame that would do just as well. Imagine my surprise when right there on the shelf that I plowed through not 30 minutes earlier, sat a frame - the exact frame I wanted. I look at hubs, he looks at me and I go "That is my broken frame." I pick it up, shake the box a little and yep, little tinkles of broken glass are making noise in there. I specifically said "I ordered these online but they arrived BROKEN." Is there a definition of broken to which I am not privy? Could that mean I just don't want it, but hey, it's in fine shape? Nope, they popped that bad boy right back on the shelf. What the HELL? So yeah, I emailed them when I got home and complained that even while having upper mgt in the store (I saw them while doing my return), clearly their stock people don't give 2 shits if they are putting broken merchandise on a shelf. Will that keep me from shopping there? Oh hell no, but I had to vent to them.
Then I got home in time to watch my boys in black and gold suck ass YET AGAIN. Really chapping my ass, them boys are. But we had a fabulous dinner of steaks on the grill, red potatoes and asparagus to make me feel better. Yum. DH and Brothers and Sisters were not repeats so the night ended perfectly. :) Yesterday I had carved out the entire day to do nothing. Over the last several weeks, I have run around every single day that I did not have to work doing something for someone and I was burnt. I literally laid around all damn day. We finished up the Gilmores for good in the morning, popped them in the mail. I finally took a shower at about 1 after my Us Weekly had showed up in the mail (score!!!). Then I completed my laying around. Took a snooze and waited for the hubs to come home. He was helping deliver voting machines since 5 AM in the morning. He finally got home and then we watched the bulk of the CMAs. All I really wanted to see was Sara Evans sing. She did not come on until like 9:30 but she looked beautiful as always. I have always thought she was so underrated. Her voice is fabulous and her songs and CDs are always great, but she never gets the attention of Faith Hill or Martina McBride. If anything comes out of this scandal with her idiot hubs, I hope it makes her more of a household name and helps her sales. She is one of the most talented for sure.
Anyways, that was my big weekend. Now today it's back to work. Let me know what you all did!

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Elizabeth at 9:15 AM

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Funkdified weather, anniversary and the Grudge II

Hi, I'm not dead. Just busy. The hubs and I went out for a nice din din on Saturday night at Ruth's Chris to celebrate our anniversary. We made 2 years without any stab wounds to the neck. I consider that special. We stopped off at the Barnes on the way home because we be all wild and crazy like that. Sunday, we both slept later than usual (read: past 7) and went to church. I normally do lunch with my chica, Karen, but she had to bow out. Something about a huge sale and she had to go. So we finished church, drove to Baton Rouge because I wanted to check out the Ashley furniture warehouse because I am going to be rid of this sectional if it kills me. We found a couch and love chair and a half combo that we both liked. Now we just need to cough over the money. We probably won't buy for a little bit, but I wanted to check out that store to see if it was even worth my time to make the drive again. Being that we were so close and not at all because I really wanted to go, we drove a couple exits down to let me rub myself up on Kohls for a while. I managed to score a couple Xmas presents. Right on. We came home and chilled the rest of the night. Yesterday was our actual anniversary. We hung out and watched the Grudge II. Now y'all know I love me some horror movies, but as we all know, sequels can go either way. This one was not bad. Sarah Michelle Gellar was only in it ever so briefly, but still pretty good. It will end up in my horror collection at some point.

The weather is just ick. Yesterday was so windy and HUMID. Last night it started raining HARD. I got up to walk the Pooper this morning and it was sorta spit raining and as you know, the Pooper - him no likey rain dripping on his head. So we came back. I go back to work today but the hubs is still off. Nothing exciting. However, I plan to watch the part of Dancing with the Stars tonight to check out what the HELL happened with poor Sara Evans. I have been a fan for a while now and that poor thing's husband sounds like quite the asswipe. I hope he is not exactly as bad as portrayed. However, the reports seem to have taken the allegations straight from the divorce papers, so who knows?

That's my exciting life. How is yours?

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Elizabeth at 8:58 AM

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