More of my scraps

Here are some more card I recently did.....

This was for husband's birthday.......

This was a congratulation card for a friend who just got a new job....

This was a wedding card for one of husband's co-workers....

Comcast search

Apparently if you do search for "nude sonya boo" you will find my blog. And pron.

Dumbest thing I heard today

From the barista at the Borders Bookstore coffee shop...

"I don't understand how you can get a high caffeine drink that is low calorie"

Huh?????

Wednesday Moment of Weird

I give to you the Snuggle Song....

When good things happen to bad people

Nick Bollea wants out of jail citing unfair conditions...

This is the headline on Bay News 9 tonight. For those of you who don't know, Nick Bollea is the son of Hulk Hogan and he is serving 8 months for a felony charge of reckless driving which resulted in serious bodily injury. Basically he was racing down the road, hit a tree and put his friend John Graziano in a vegetative state.

It seems that Nick wants out of jail now because, well, he just doesn't like it there. Well Boo-frigging-hoo. Nick Bollea is a punk ass spoiled rich kid who doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself. Most people in jail don't like it, that's the frigging point.

In other jail house phone calls released to the media he is telling his father to make sure that his reality series is lined up so he can walk right into it when he is released. Here is his mother's quote, talking about John Graziano's mother.

"She has no other recourse but to be nasty and vindictive now. If she really knew the relationship between you and John and Danny should would be sad right now. She wouldn't be mad. She'd be devastated like I am. She's not sad. She's just acting angry. Like she wants the money. John never meant anything to her or Ed. It's sad because I really appreciated you kids. I miss John. I miss you too. She's not suffering. I am. I have a loss. She doesn't give two s**ts."

WHAT AN INSENSITIVE BITCH!!! For her to compare "her suffering" to that of John's mother and to say that his family isn't suffering. Unfrigginbelievable. John Graziano is in what will most likely be a permanent vegetative state. More than likely he will die. If by some miracle he does wake up he will never be the same. He will have severe brain damage and no matter what will need medical attention his entire life.

I used to like Hulk Hogan, he did a lot for this community, but now I am so sick of these people I can't stand it. Nick is complaining that he is in solitary confinement. He is a juvenile, housed in an adult jail. He was adjudicated and sentenced as an adult. All juveniles housed in this particular jail are kept clear of the adult inmates. Nick is bitching about being in solitary, I wonder how much he'd bitch after he got beat down in population.

Dona Noblis Pacem

So Mimi tagged me to do the Blogblast for peace today. Well I couldn't get my peace globe uploaded, but I'll post anyway.

Peace be with you......

I got Tagged

Mimi got me for the blog Blast for Peace, so what the hell... Go to Mimi's site to get your globe and all the other details.

The Peace Globe project began in the fall of 2006 with a simple post from one blog, Mimi Writes. The post ignited a flame in the blogosphere. The flame became a passion. The passion became a movement. It amazingly traveled from blog to blog to blog across the globe. Bloggers wrote passionate articles on what peace means to them, along with the promise of three Latin words scribbled on a globe - Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - branded with the integrity of their names or blog names. It was positively inspiring to watch. And it began to happen all over the world - from Singapore to China to Afghanistan to Brooklyn.

It was simple. And powerful.

In less than two weeks bloggers from all across the globe will blog for peace.
We will speak with one voice. One subject. One day.
Won't you join us?
June 4, 2008

The good old days

I know I haven't posted in a month and now I show up with Garth Brooks. But there is a purpose and a method to the madness. Not really, just madness. I haven't posted, as I pointed out to Wendy when she called and told me I haven't posted, because I really haven't had anything to say.

Now,as I was watching the ACM Awards (Academy of Country Music) tonight (still am actually) and had to think about "back in the day". What made me think of this you ask? Well George Strait is 56 years old and Garth Brooks is really gray.

Back in the day, Wendy and I lived together. She worked at the county bar where we hung out and I was a cop working 3-11. On the weekends I'd get off work and join her at the beertub. Adorable, drunken cowboys would come for beer, handing her money and pointing to the beer. Very few words were spoken. There was dancing and drinking and adorable, drunken cowboys telling me I looked 19. Garth Brooks was in his prime and he inspired a lot of the dancing, much of the drinking and a whole line of clothing.

Now he's gray. Those good old days are gone. I'd never want to go back to high school ,but I'd definitely go back to then.

Killing stuff -- UPDATED

So the National news is reporting that the hunt is on for a shark who killed a triathlete in California. Now my BFF is a triathlete and it would kill me if she were killed by a shark. I have to ask though why are hunting down and probably killing this shark?

This happens in Florida with alligators too. Every time an alligator crawls out of a lake for a walk or bites a guy who's swimming in the lake, some trapper hunts it down and kills it.

So, let me got this straight, we swim in the ocean or a lake or camp in the deep woods and are so shocked when nature mistakes us for food or perceives us as a threat, that we have to kill it. WTF!! Weren't they here first?

When a shark goes swimming in my bath tub then I think I have a right to kill it.

"Hi I'm Mr. Shark and I live in the in the ocean. If you swim in the ocean, I might eat you. This has been a public service announcement."

-----UPDATE -----

So our former Governor Jeb Bush is quoted in Sunday's paper talking about why he opposed spending tax dollars to market alligator meat.

"Alligators proliferate in Florida. They eat small dogs. We don't need to market them, we need to kill them"

Antisocial Behavior

We are apparently antisocial. Husband and I were invited to a cookout at the neighbor's yesterday. We went arrived we were told the one of the neighbors we had bet with the host -- a 12 pack that we wouldn't show up.

Granted although we knew the host, we had never met the other neighbors at the party. But just because we don't want to stand outside socializing with the neighbors all the time doesn't make us antisocial. Or maybe it does.

Either way, we showed up ate food and socialized with the neighbors. Then we went home, locked the doors and put the Do not disturb sign on the door.

Taking the cat for a drag

When Wendy lived with me, she/we had a basset hound named Molly. When we would take Molly for a walk, it would always end up being a drag, literally. You had to walk down the middle of the road, especially near the end of the walk. If you got to close to the grass, Molly would just flop over and lay down and there was almost no getting her back up..hence taking the dog for a drag.

So what does this have to do with my cat. Well Kody got into the garage this evening and while I was trying to herd him back in the house (an event in it self), he decided to flop over and just lay there. He's no little kitten either, 16 lbs of pure catness.

Hence, taking the cat for a drag.

Here is his Catness in all his glory.



To be fair, I have to show off Kady too. She's my crazy little girl. Here she is in all her craziness.

New Windows

The new windows are in and great:

Here's the full set of old windows. If you look closely you can see the broken panel (middle window on the first set)
Here's the actual broken window. If you want to see the poor dead pigeon, I have pictures of that too. Just let me know.

Here is the redneck attempt to fix the window until the new ones came in. The garbage bag is a nice touch. That's husband's police car in the reflection.

The unmowed lawn really adds to the redneck look of we are trying to achieve. That truck belongs to the County. Probably code enforcement.


These are the nice contractors who showed up at my door to install the window at 8:30 AM.


The big gapping hole in my house.


And here is our brand new beautimous window. I kind of miss the garbage bag.

Happy Easter

The Easter Bunny Came, We got an Easter basket!! Yea us. The Bunny said that since husband and I have had such a rough time lately she thought we deserved something special. So she made a special delivery, in the rain no less.

The basket had lots of Easter grass in it but I had to take that out before the cats ate it and had Easter poo.

Have a Happy Easter everybody. Thanks Easter Bunny...bak, bak.

Things I miss

Things I miss since becoming unemployed:

1. Stan my hair dresser
Stan is the best, I've been with him for 8 years, but his shop is 45 mins. away and I really can't afford to do full color and cut. I have been surviving on Fantastic Sams, and have gone back to my natural color. I'm getting ready to color my gray on my own.

2. Regular pedicures

3. Eating out once a week with husband

4. The lawn man....
Poor husband has to mow the lawn now and he hates it. I can't mow the lawn because of my allergies.

5. The cleaning lady

I had a larger list this morning, but as usual, didn't write anything down. This will do for now, I can add later.

Welcome my friend

My friend Wendy just joined the world of blogging. I would like my two readers (Dave & my Mom) to welcome her and go visit her. This should be fun.

wendysworld

I got nothing..again

I have nothing to talk about. Look at cute kittens.

My Mother is pissed off again

We are involved in an unpopular war - our young men and women are dying on foreign soil every day. Our economy is in big trouble. People are losing their homes to foreclosure. The jobless rate is getting higher every day and we have gunmen roaming our high school and college campuses shooting people for no reason whatsoever.

And what is our Congress doing?

They are wasting their time and our tax dollars trying to determine if an overpaid, pampered, baseball player lied about taking performance enhancing drugs.

WHO CARES!!

If this guy is so stupid as to put crap in his body that will hurt his health or kill him, in the hope of hitting a few more home runs – WHO CARES! It’s a game folks – not national security.

If he did it or didn’t do it - lied about it or didn’t lie about it, it has no effect on me. The fact that the house next door to me has been foreclosed on and the people who lived there are out in the street and many of my friends and family are out of work and it costs more each time I go to the grocery store does have an impact on my life.

Congress needs to get off its ass and do something about the problems of every day Americans.

Nature's depression

Tonight I have some sad news to report. A pigeon who was apparently depressed committed suicide by free diving into to front window of my house this evening. I was not home, but I am told that chaos ensued with cats running for cover and husband tried to figure out if he needed to hurt people for throwing thing through our windows.

Needless to say, the poor pigeon did not make it and we have a big broken window in the front of our house. Things just keep getting better.

I'm not that kind of doctor

But I am a doctor. I successfully defended my dissertation today and can now be called Dr. There's some final editing that needs to be done and graduation is in July,but I'm essentially done.

Dr. Sonja

Puppy Bowl IV

Next year, may I suggest Puppy Bowl V as your pre-game Super Bowl viewing.

Another Mom segment

Here's a three part segment of.....

Things That Piss My Mother Off

1. Performers that can’t, or won’t, sing our National Anthem properly.

Sparks didn’t do a half bad job at the Super Bowl but it still wasn’t good. She started out pretty good but was a disappointment in the end.
The Star Spangled Banner is our National Anthem. It belongs to all Americans and is not a song that one should “take” and “make it your own”.
So stop all the warbling and sing it the way it was written, and with reverence and respect.
Did you ever hear “Oh Canada” or “God Save The Queen” stylized?

My Comments: I think Jordan Sparks did a very good and respectable job last night. It could have been like Rosanne Barr.

2. What’s up with old rockers for Half-Time entertainment. First the Rolling Stones and now Tom Petty? It’s football folks! What ever happened to marching bands, baton twirlers and pretty cheerleaders.

This year's half time show was one of the best yet. It didn't look like it was produced by MTV or BET. I loved the stripped down, band singing. For the record I don't ever remember a marching band in pro football. That's high school and college mom

3. Regarding commercials – Violence is not funny !! Horses are.

Yes the Budweiser horses commercials were good. I always love those, but when that mouse busted out of the wall and beat that guy up in the Doritos commercial, I laughed by butt off. Yes violence can sometime be very funny

State of the Union

Why must I suffer through the State of the Union address? Seriously does this REALLY need to be on every major channel on TV? I know, I know I should watch it so I know what's going on in the world and in my country, blah, blah, blah. We all know what he's saying is only half-truths. He's a politician for God Sake.

All I'm asking is that maybe it can be shown on one or two minor channels, like C-SPAN or something. This way, those who want to watch can and the 95% of the rest of us can watch good stuff.

I'm just saying.....

Assholes live forever -- the story

My seemingly only reader Dave, (and don't think I don't see you lurkers who never comment) wondered about the context of the 'assholes live forever". So here's the story.....

When I was a police officer, working midnight shift, one night we got a call of a stabbing. It seems that the dirtbag asshole victim was auguring with his mother's dirtbag asshole boyfriend. And the DBAH boyfriend stabbed him with a screwdriver.

The DGAH victim gets air lifted to the trauma center 25 mile away and I get to go collect the hospital evidence. By the time I get to the hospital, DGAH victim has been moved from the ER to the OR. I get escorted to the OR and am told the victim's clothes that I have to collect are in the surgery room. At this point the nurse says the magic words "Do you want to go in a get them?"

Hell yes I do! She gets me dressed up in a paper like Oompa Loompa (original Gene Wilder Oompa Loompa, not the creepy Johnny Depp one) jumpsuit that fits over my uniform, gun belt and all, along with the booties, gloves, mask and head cover .

I get in the OR and collect my bag of clothes. And continue to stand there like some kind of moron. The Dr. and I have a conversation about the victim. He had a 3 cm stab wound in his abdomen. In order to make sure none of his organs were perforated, the Dr. cut him open from below his sternum to the top of his pelvis. I find that ironic that his surgery scar is bigger than his stab would.

The conversation turns to general topics, like our jobs and the Dr. tells me to be safe. Now is where we have the statement that dirtbags like this guy will live forever, but good people die young.

During this entire time, the Dr. is looking over this guy's intestines for perforations. When he finishes he just dumps the intestines back into the abdominal cavity. Now I'm not Dr. but I've seen a few anatomy text books and I thought that those things had a place. I don't maybe there's something similar to a hose roller in there. So with all the knowledge of a semester of biology, I ask the Dr. "Hey, don't those have a place?"

Luckily he did not call me an idiot. He said that they just float in there and then said more magic words "Do you want to see?"

Hell yea!! I got the approach the table and the Dr. showed me the liver, and the stomach, and the appendix and the intestines.

It was great. Now if I could have flown on the helicopter my career would have been complete. But, that's another story.

Sad News

It has been reported today that Heath Ledger is dead at the age of 28. What a loss. I have always liked is work. He had such a wide range, and never took parts based solely on his looks.

It's also such a loss at such a young age. Here was a young man with so much talent and so much ahead of him.

I had an ER doctor tell me once that nice people die early but assholes live forever. Here's a young man who seemed to be a nice guy. He wasn't in the new all the time, kept to himself, etc. But Britteny Spears and Pairs Hilton will live forever.

It's sad really.

Gained a pound

Ok this week I gained a pound. It was a bad, no focus. Plus husband and I went drinking with some friend of his from work. That didn't help my focus.

Drinking, no calorie tracking & much snacking= a bad week

Diet weigh in # 3

One more pound this week. I've been snacking poorly, but I'm still on track. I think I also need to up my calorie intake. I'm not even reaching the minimum number of calories I'm supposed to have.

But as a reward for losing 5 lbs, I'm getting a pedicure tomorrow.

My mother found this....

great blog. This woman is by far one of the best writers I have yet to read. She is funny and smart and I just spent the last half hour reading her first month's archives. Go check her out.

Confessions of a Pioneer Woman

New Revelations

It has come to my attention the my former supervisor has found and read my blog. Apparently he was overheard expressing to someone how I hurt his feelings with my comments. Let's discuss that.

I guess we're even, because he hurt my feelings when he stabbed me in the back and lied to my face about it.

In May 2005 I was told that I had to make a decision between being faculty or a program coordinator. There are advantages and disadvantages to both. If I had stayed faculty, I would have maintained my tenured contract and would still have a job. Plus the raises are better as faculty. The disadvantage would be that I would have had to move to another division and work for a man that I don't consider ethical. As a program coordinator on a yearly contract I opened myself up to losing my job, but I got to continue to do a job the I really loved.

I chose the job I loved instead of the easy money. When I made my decision I went to my supervisor and told him that I was choosing to stay with him but that I understood that I was opening myself up to have my contract not renewed. I explained my apprehension and asked him if he was going to back me up should others try to get rid of me. He assured me that he would have my back.

Little did I know that he would be the 'other'. A year later when I heard I might be losing my contract I asked him about it and, well you can read how that went. Again on the day I was told officially that I lost my contract, I asked him if he knew why, he essentially said that he really didn't.

The problem is that he did, he wrote the document recommending that my contract not be renewed. In said document, it was listed that I violated several State rules, which I didn't. I was also called combative and untrustworthy.

The bottom line is that I have known this man since before I worked there and considered him a friend. He was the only 'boss' at the office who was invited to my wedding because I considered him my friend. When he said he'd have my back I trusted him and when he said he didn't really know why my contract was not being renewed I believed him. In the end I was wrong for trusting and believing.

So that part of me that never wants to hurt anybody is sorry his feelings were hurt, and to that end I went back and modified my earlier posts. I took out the hurtful comments, mostly the name calling. But, I don't apologize for the content or the intent of anything. I didn't lie or tell half-truths, I didn't name names or identify the workplace. I have the right to say what I did.

Things that piss my mother off

Here's another installment of things that piss my mother off...Apparently the topic is Hillary Clinton.

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Did you see Hillary Clinton tear up and almost cry while talking to New Hampshire voters yesterday?

P L E A S E !!

The last time Hillary Clinton cried for real was when the Doctor slapped her on the butt the day she was born.

Have you seem any of the other candidates crying on TV?

Have you seen any great women leaders of the world pull such a stunt?

If Hillary wants to be taken seriously and treated as an equal then she should act accordingly.

Only lost 1 lbs. this week. I seemed to be not as attentive this week the during week one. I was snacking more and not really sticking to my game plan.

At least I didn't gain so I'm still on track. Week three will be better.

Happy New Year

I say Happy New Year to all of you with the 2007 best quote of the year ( and a pretty funny picture)

Have a great 2008, be safe and have fun.

Sunday weigh in

Yea me, I lost three pounds. I'm not as hungry all the time like I was a week ago. I still feel the urge to eat when I'm bored but I'm drinking more Crystal light and that helps. Plus munching on healthier snacks like celery help the craving to eat without adding calories.

My Scraps

This blog was originally designed to show off my scrap booking. That hasn't happened. Till today. Here is a picture of a thank you card I made for our neighbors who baked us brownies for Christmas.

Merry Christmas

Don't forget to track Santa on his journey tonight. Have a great Christmas tomorrow.

The Diet Starts.....

....tomorrow. I am currently about 30 lbs overweight. I am an emotional eater, I eat when I'm bored or stressed. The last 6 month have been stressful to say the least and I have spent most of it eating and sleeping. This is not a new year's resolution mind you, I hate those.

Anyway my plan is to lose 28-30 lbs by my birthday in May. Wish me luck.

Things that piss my mother off

Today we have a special feature. Since she does not have her own blog and doesn't have enough to say to have a blog (her words, not mine), my mother decided she could occasionally rant here. So, from time to time I will now have special input from my mom. Here you have it.....Things that piss my mother off.

The United States Mint, financed by our tax dollars, spends millions of our tax dollars each year on television advertisements to get us to buy coins that the manufacture of is paid for by our tax dollars. People who collect coins do not need to be told how to get them. They already know. This is a flagrant waste of our taxes.

Honestly I thought this would be longer.....

Earning your paycheck

The news reported yesterday the A-Rod signed a 10 year contract worth $275 million. That's $27 million per year to hit a ball and run around bases. Husband, who is a law enforcement officer, and I were discussing this. Husband gets like $40 K a year and has the potential to get seriously injured, or killed. I don't think A-Rod is likely to die during a game, so husband and I thought of some ways to make pro games more interesting and give the players some incentive to earn that paycheck. Here's some of our suggestions:

Randomly exploding balls -- this can be for baseball, football and basketball

Randomly exploding bases -- baseball

Camouflaged pits in the field -- for baseball and football

Wrist bands with mild electrical shock randomly given by the commentators -- baseball, but this would also work for football by putting the electrodes in the pads

"Spectator "plants in the stands with paint ball guns firing projectiles at the players

Thoughts anyone?

Friday Moment of Zen

Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist

This is very funny....

Silence.. I kill you.

Wikipedia Hell

I have just spent the last hour in what is referred to in our home as Wikipedia Hell. I have been reading everything there is to know and then some about the Star Trek series....all of them.

How did this start you might ask? Is she a closet Trekkie? God we hope not. No friends I am not a closet (or open) Trekkie. I have been know to enjoy an episode but do not have Klingon outfit or English to Klingon translator in my possession.

So how did this start. Like all trips to Wikihell, with an innocent query. I looked up the novel Roots (there was a Jeopardy question). That led me to the mini-series, which led me to look up LeVar Burton, which led to Geordi La Forge. And that's how it goes, one link leads to another and the next thing you know its 3 AM and you know more than you ever should about Star Trek.

Those little blue links, you just want to click on them and see where they lead.

Other notable searches...
The Tutors (the Showtime series led to a long night with the actual family)
Elizabeth (searching the movie led to an equally long night with same said family)
Anderson Cooper (did you know he was a Vanderbilt, I do now)
The Last Samurai (look up a movie learn about a real life rebellion)

This is a warning my dear friends, wikipedia is evil and was sent here by aliens to keep us from sleeping. Once we are sleep deprived and full of useless trivia, they are going to take over the world.

It could happen.....

Remember those who serve

Now that the holiday season is under way, I want to remind every one to remember those who have lost their lives protecting the home front. The Officer Down Memorial Page reports that 158 law enforcement officers have lost their lives in the line of duty so far this year. Please remember their sacrifice this season by placing a single blue light in your window.

Project Blue Light

This information is provided courtesy of Concerns of Police Survivors, Inc.

Concerns of Police Survivors, Inc. (COPS), a national grief support organization comprised of over 15,000 surviving families of law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty, is asking concerned citizens and law enforcement agencies nationwide to again support Project Blue Light.

During the holiday season you are asked to put blue lights in your holiday decorations and your windows and tie blue ribbons on car antennas to show support for law enforcement officers who have given their lives in the line of duty for the citizens they have served. Additionally, this will be a show of support for those who continue to work the streets 24 hours a day, every day of the year.

Several years ago, Mrs. Dolly Craig, the surviving mother-in-law of Daniel Gleason, a Philadelphia (PA) police officer killed in the line of duty in 1986, sent her Christmas message to the COPS National office. Her daughter Pam, the surviving widow of Officer Gleason, had been killed in a car accident in August, 1989, before the holiday season. Dolly wrote, “This holiday I’m putting two blue lights in my living room window. One is for Dan and the other is for Pam, who believed so much in the COPS organization.”

Dolly Craig is now deceased as well, but her idea of Project Blue Light burns bright in the hearts of the over 15,000 families in the COPS organization.

For more information about Concerns of Police Survivors, Inc., or to support COPS’ programs for survivors and law enforcement agencies, contact COPS at PO Box 3199, Camdenton, MO 65020, (573)346-4911, or visit www.nationalcops.org.

I got nothing

I got this in the email from my Friend from work. Take it if you like have fun. I got nothing new in my life right now.

Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends!
What a nice way to take a mental break and have a bit of fun reminiscing :) Then you can get back to work :(

Try not to be a SCROOGE and copy this entire email, then paste into a new email you can send to others.
Change the answers so they apply to you; then send to bunches of people you know, INCLUDING the person that sent it to you... Tis the Season to Have Fun and Be Nice!!.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both

2. Real Tree or Artificial? Fake ~ got tired of searching for the perfect tree

3. When do you put up the tree? When we get to it

4. When do you take down the tree? Right after new year

5. Do you like eggnog? Yummmmm

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Ummm, no idea

7. Do you have a nativity scene? No

8. Hardest person to buy for? Dad

9. Easiest person to buy for? Husband ~ he gives a pretty comprehensive list

10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Again, no idea

11. Mail or Email Christmas cards? Mail... I’m making them this year

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Charlie Brown Christmas

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? October/November

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Not yet

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Lumpy mashed taters

16. Clear lights or Colored lights on the tree? colored

17. Favorite Christmas song? None

18. Travel for Christmas or stay at home? Stay home

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Maybe

20. Angel on the tree top or a Star? Angel

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning? Day

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Traffic from 6-monthers

23. What you love most about Christmas? decorations

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!

Not very

Happy Halloween

It's the most wonderful day of the year. I love Halloween. Of course it's been so windy here this week that my decorations are blowing all over the neighborhood.

I have to go out and retrieve my tombstones from the neighbor's yard and get my witch off the roof now.

Have a Spooky day.

Seriously OK chicken

We made it to NC and home. Yea us. Last Monday, husband got home from work at 5....AM. we were out of the house by 5:30. I'm sure that is a new personal best time for me. After gas and money we were on the road. Husband drove for 5.5 hours, almost all the way to Atlanta. I got to drive through Atlanta while husband slept. This is possibly one of the more dangerous things we could have done. We all know about my driving/ADD problems, so imagine how much fun it was to drive husband's F150 through Atlanta. It takes a good 15 miles for me to get comfortable driving the truck.

(BTW, Dave is there ever a time that I85 or 495 or anything in Atlanta is not ridiculously crowed?)

Anyway we got to NC by 4:30 PM, got to the cabin with the driveway of death and had a wonderful couple of days.

Oh yea the title, I almost forgot. So as we're driving through Georgia we see signs for Zaxby's chicken and it is advertised as "Seriously Good Chicken". We decide to stop in Buford to try this seriously good chicken. This is were I (and an 18 wheeler) almost killed us getting off the Interstate. Anyway, the chicken was ok, cold slaw sucked, but the Texas Toast was seriously good.

On Vacation

We leave tomorrow at O' dark f-ing thirty (6am) to go to North Carlina for our 3rd anniversary. We need to get away even for a few days. One of the great things for me and one of the only pluses to unemployment, is that for the first time in 4 years I can go on vacation without a computer. No students to check on, no term papers to read, no grades to input (trying to do that from St. Thomas, now there's some fun) And yes I took my computer on my honeymoon, amazing he didn't leave me in the mountains to fend for myself.

See ya Friday.....ish

Cool Things

Ohhhhh, I almost forgot. I got published. The book showed up on my doorstep from the publisher yesterday and I have a chapter.

The book is: Stress Management in Law Enforcement 2nd ED

My article is: Chapter 10 Stress and the Female Officer

Pretty cool huh?

nothing to say

I'm really bad at this blogging thing. Lately I have nothing to say. Everyday is the same, get up look for a job, watch TV, ignore my dissertation, go back to bed and nap.

I emailed my attorney a week ago and have not heard back from her. I asked her what the odds of getting my job back would be since all the alleged violations they claimed I committed were actually not found by the State auditor. (Did that make sense?) I suppose I should call her, schedule an appointment or something.

I'll get back on track after I get back from vacation. Next week, for our anniversary, husband and I are going to NC for 4 days.

Job search update

I had a job interview today. Yea Me!! It was a really good interview, very conversational and the training manager seemed excited about my qualifications and what I brought to the table. The company is pretty big, but the training unit is new and small (the training manager I interviewed with and whoever gets hired). Its a good opportunity to develop something from the ground up. The commute is a bitch. Of course I'm just happy to be called for an interview at this point.

Tomorrow I go to a job fair closer to home. That company is expanding and has several jobs open including management positions.

Well that's it from job search central.

Rainy Sundays

It has been raining for the better part of three days. On and off pretty steady all weekend, especially today. Today was a great day. Dark, overcast and, did I mention rainy. Husband and I slept in (ok he slept most of the day, but he works midnight shift), watched football and UFC fighting and ordered out.

Couldn't have been better.

But he didn't kill his ex-wife....

Is there anybody out there who now does not believe that OJ Simpson is a complete sociopath?

As I understand these new charges, he did not pay rent on a storage unit and his property was legally auctioned off to cover the debt. Then he commits what amounts to a home invasion robbery at the hotel room of the guys who bought his stuff and threatens them, allegedly with a gun, and steals back his former stuff.

Did he think he would get away with this? Did he believe that nobody would recognize him? (No officer, I've never seen the crazy black man with the gun who broke into my room)

What was he thinking?

We all know that there is a big difference between being found not guilty and actually being innocent. All these years he's been looking for the real killer, he never looked in the mirror.

Maybe this time he'll get what he deserves.

Friday Fun Day

This is my favorite commercial right now. I love the porcupine best.

Fini

Husband's back piece is finished. 10.5 hours later and it is done. He's already planning his next tattoo.

Job search update

Not much to report.

I've applied for 5 jobs, three in training and two as a meeting/seminar planner. One of the trainer positions is with AAA auto club. That would be fun.


Today's Note from the Universe

One thing I know for sure, Sonja is that with time, everything becomes clear, all questions are answered, what's broken is restored, new trails are blazed, hearts are mended, love returns, and you will look over your shoulder, with a tear in your eye, at life's utter perfection.

And best of all, Sonja time is one thing you have plenty of. Trust me.

The Universe

Friday Moment of Silliness

Sleestaks in the library

This cracks husband and me up. Then again we are easily amused

At what price, this 'routine' vigil?

Yesterday a Sgt. from one of our local sheriff's offices was killed. This is an opinion in today's local paper. I like Howard Troxler, sometimes I don't agree with him (what do they say about opinions?). I really like this tribute and think it applies to all who do the 'routine' job of Law Enforcement.

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By HOWARD TROXLER, Times Staff Writer
Published August 16, 2007

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At least 22 arrests dating from age 12. A prison record. A history of violence. An upcoming trial that seemed likely to put him back behind bars.

Michael Allen Phillips had built some track record. And he was just 24 years old.

"Mike was mentally unstable," his ex-girlfriend told a reporter Wednesday, "but he was a good person, too."

Definitions vary.

Early Wednesday, good person or not, authorities say that he shot and killed a veteran Hillsborough County sheriff's deputy, told his ex-girlfriend of the act, and informed her that he was coming for her family next.

Deputies soon found Phillips at his mother's home in Brandon. According to Sheriff David Gee, he spouted Aryan sayings over the telephone to negotiators. Phillips then exchanged gunfire with the SWAT team that surrounded the house. That decision did not turn out well for him.

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Some years ago an officer pulled me over in the rain. For some idiot reason I got the idea I would save him some trouble, got out and ran toward his cruiser.

The officer threw open his door, dropped to one knee and called on me to stop RIGHT NOW. I do not remember seeing his weapon but he would have been right to draw it.

This memory never left me, not just because of my own stupid act, but because of what it showed about the nature of his job.

Hour after hour, day after day, it is routine, boring, frustrating, rewarding, and then in the span of seconds before you can finish this sentence, you are stone dead.

Sometimes you get advance notice of the risk. Tampa Bay officers have lost their lives in hot pursuit of killers, responding to violent crimes or being involved in undercover assignments.

But the circumstances of their deaths also include: approaching a parked car, making a routine traffic stop and even just sitting in their own vehicle. What other job is like this? What if selling cars, or accounting, or cutting hair, could be fatal any second?

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Sgt. Ron Harrison apparently wasn't chasing a murderer, or a kidnapper, or breaking up a robbery.

He had been at a DUI checkpoint, given that he was the sheriff's head of DUI enforcement.

They say he seemed to be in a good mood as he left. Maybe he was thinking, as he pulled away, that they had made the roads safer that night.

It is not clear exactly how Harrison was shot, or whether Phillips was in a car or on foot.

Either way, Harrison apparently realized he had minutes at best, no time even to radio. He turned his car, maybe headed for the closest hospital. His cruiser left the road and hit a tree, which is where they found him. He was 55.

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I have a neighbor, a nice guy, friendly to everybody, great sense of humor. He and his wife just had a baby boy, their first.

Sometimes I see him out on the street and wave. Sometimes he pulls up in front of my house and we shoot the breeze for a few minutes.

Then he drives away in his police cruiser for his night shift. The idea that he might pull away and that I might never see him again - that his wife and his baby might not - I cannot imagine it, nor imagine what guts it takes to live that way, or at what cost.

And so it begins

Oh Sweet Jesus, football season has started. I'm not sure if I can make it through. I mean I'm already stir crazy from being home most of the time, and now football. I don't mind the regular season so much, only three days a week, and the evening games I only have to sit through half of it. Husband usually leaves for work around half-time.

But pre-season is like basketball season, it seems to never end. There is a game every night this week. Am I being a bad wife? I try to care, but its really hard.

Observations on Unemployment

Unfortunately since this blog is about my thoughts on things in my life, and currently unemployment is part of my life, that is what the theme lately. This is the longest I have been unemployed since I started really working (high school and college employment don't count). I was was out of work a month between the PD and the college, but I knew that the college job was waiting for me, I had a roommate who paid half the bills and I took work at the bar she worked at, so it wasn't bad. So here are my observations on this thing called unemployment.

1. I have gone days without knowing what day it is. When you have no place to be, you can lose track of time. And I have no idea what the date is. I'm lucky to actually know what month it is.

2. I actually have more meetings now then when I had a job. Between the company trying to get me a job, the attorney (another story for another time) and aerobics with mom, I'm actually busy.

3. I am inherently lazy. Oh I'll work hard when I have a job to do, but ultimately when I have nothing to do, I would rather be in bed than any other place. Curled up with a cat and, husband, warm and cozy. Ummm, nothing better. In fact I could use a nap now.

Update

Not much to report over the last couple of days. I've been working on my resume with my marketing advisor and working on my dissertation on my own. I've analyzed my data and am working on chapter 4, my results. After that I have one more chapter and I need to beef up my lit review and I can start the approval process. I'm hoping to graduate by December.

Other than that I'm finding that I am busier now than when I had a job, lots of meetings and water aerobics. I have also found out that there is absolutely nothing worth watching on TV during the day. Man I need a job.

Still Unemployed

Yes I still have not found a job. I was turned down for the Bailiff position because the SJF and the dung beetle basically assassinated me in the document used to not renew my contract. Words such as combative were used and it was said that "Due to her mood swings and negative attitude, she can no longer be trusted". I'm thrilled. I'm going to see an attorney.

On the other hand, I have hired a corporate marketing firm that basically makes you and your resume corporate ready. The teach you to interview and negotiate and they help you get a career using you "marketable, transferable skills". So far, I have done some homework designed to redo my resume. They say you will learn a lot about yourself in this process. This is a difficult process, and I am struggling to find my work related "accomplishments" Wish me luck.

Comment on Society

Moving away from RPS and Dominoes.....I have a comment on society.

I'm not a big football fan. Until my best friend moved in with me, I never really even watched it. Here's my comment though. Michael Vick from the Falcons is not allowed to come to training camp until the NFL does its own investigation into his dog fighting indictment. I don't disagree with this decision by the NFL. Where my problem lies is in the fact that you can kill somebody or beat your wife and play in the Superbowl.

What does this say about our society? Again, I agree with the NFL's decision, but if we are going to ban Vick for animal abuse, then we should also be banning those players who are indicted for manslaughter, homicide and spouse abuse.

Calling Bullshit

Webster's Dictionary defines a Sport as:
(1) : physical activity engaged in for pleasure (2) : a particular activity (as an athletic game) so engaged in

Again imagine my surprise when husband turned on ESPN and found the World Rock Paper Scissors Championships. Very much like the Billiards & Poker I'm trying to figure out how RPS is a SPORT. I can see an physical activity (sort of, barely), or a particular activity, but come on...a sport?

I'm calling Bullshit.

Week one

Week one of unemployment has come and gone. Pretty uneventful. The holiday in the middle of the week made it hard to do any real job hunting. I sent out a couple applications, but mostly slept in and was lazy. I did start water aerobics at the city rec center with my mom. I'm the youngest in the group, just me and 20 or so old ladies. Its actually pretty fun.

I haven't heard from unemployment yet.

Today I made $87 selling some of Husband's old CDs.

End of days

Today was my final day at work. I actually went to work and was busy. I wanted to get out by 3:30 -4ish, but still was there until almost 5. WTF? One of my co-workers had a Starbucks coffee party for me, and two other FAW's took me to lunch. I also got flowers delivered from one of my instructors. All in all it was a good going away. And no tears.... I'm going to miss the people and the job, but not the politics.

Now I get to figure out what's next. I still have no job, but I have applications out all over. Its going to be ok. Mom and husband assure me so.

Very Disappointing

Friday's Message from the Universe

Sometimes, it's easy to forget that you always have options, Sonja.

That your power has remained intact.

And that everything, up until now, has just been practice for the really, really good stuff.

Tallyho,
The Universe

Stolen truck

My F.A.W. (Friend at work) PRB sent me an article about bunnies screwing on an airstrip and clogging up air traffic. Good story, funny even, but I think this is better.

A local fire station here in the area had a fire engine stolen from their station. Let me repeat that, someone came into the fire station, where the firemen work and stole a FIRE ENGINE. Not the really big one with the ladder and all, but still a FIRE ENGINE.

That in and of itself is funny, but the best part is that it was stolen on Saturday and not recovered until Monday. What the hell do you do with a florescent lime green fire engine all weekend. That's not like stealing a Toyota, I think the neighbors might notice you joy-riding around the hood in a fire engine.

FIRE TRUCK UPDATE

Friday Moment of Zen

German squirrel on a rampage injures 3 people
72-year-retiree dispatches rowdy rodent with a crutch

Updated: 9:23 a.m. ET June 14, 2007

BERLIN - An aggressive squirrel attacked and injured three people in a German town before a 72-year-old pensioner dispatched the rampaging animal with his crutch.

The squirrel first ran into a house in the southern town of Passau, leapt from behind on a 70-year-old woman, and sank its teeth into her hand, a local police spokesman said on Thursday.
With the squirrel still hanging from her hand, the woman ran onto the street in panic, where she managed to shake it off.

The animal then entered a building site and jumped on a construction worker, injuring him on the hand and arm, before he managed to fight it off with a measuring pole.

"After that, the squirrel went into the 72-year-old man's garden and massively attacked him on the arms, hand and thigh," the spokesman said. "Then he killed it with his crutch."

The spokesman said experts thought the attack may have been linked to the mating season or because the squirrel was ill.

Copyright 2007 Reuters Limited. All rights reserved. Republication or redistribution of Reuters content is expressly prohibited without the prior written consent of Reuters.

When Free isn't

The free day we got Tuesday because of the blown transformer, turned out not to be so free. On Wednesday we were told we had to take vacation, personal or flex time to make it up. This has occurred before...on hurricane days.

Here's my objection to this make-up policy. I would have worked had I been allowed to. I was almost there in fact. Had I been told, "Go to ABC office and you will work there" I would have happily complied. Ok, maybe not happily.

But that is not what I was told. I was told, "Go home". Since it was not my choice to not work, why should I have to pay for it? Why can't my employer build in extra work days to cover these little emergencies?

On the up side we only had to make-up 4 hours instead of 8. That was awfully nice.

Full week's work

I actually planned to work a full week this week. I know shocking. I was more than half way there this morning after having one of those daily starts that just tells you its going to be a mess today.

I splashed yogurt on my 2nd to last pair of pants and had to change. Decided to take the dry cleaning in, and left my debit card at home.

Anyway, while on the interstate, I get a call from a co-worker that the building has been closed because a transformer blew and there was no power. Most importantly, no AC, its damn hot right now. This phone call led to me driving around in circle for about 20 minutes caught between, "should I go to the building to check on my classes, or should I go home?" I ended up calling the boss' assistant who told all my people to go home and come back tomorrow.

I went home and went and went back to bed. Just like a snow, but hotter.

Adjectives

Well my mother apologized and told me she was wrong. She discovered last week what I already knew was true....fuck is an adjective. I think I get to use it again, if it it doesn't offend my one sometimes two readers.

Saturday Moment of Zen

On advise of counsel (my mother) I am not going to blog about work anymore, at least not negatively. She feels that maybe someone may be looking here and using it to torpedo me. I'm not sure, but not need to temp fate.

I will also be trying not to swear as much. According to my mother, the f-word is not an adjective. I don't really agree and tend to find it to be my most favorite explicative, but we will see. I'll try. I also don't buy into the theory that only ignorant people swear (no my mother didn't say that). I'm actually very smart and still I like to swear.

So we'll see how this goes.

Funniest thing I heard today......

....From our tattoo artist, whose shop is kind of in the hood. His slogan is "Good tattoos in a bad neighborhood"

Anyway here we sit waiting for husband to start sitting number 3 of a 4 sitting back piece and E.D. says..

"Oh I bought a slingshot off a homeless guy the other day...hang on", and then gets said slingshot to show us.

OK in retrospect maybe not so funny, but at the time hilarious....

The good, the bad and the ......

So good news and bad news today. First the bad.

I'm not getting hired as soon as I thought. There were some set backs and my file didn't get finished. So I'm not getting a job. The next hire date is late August. Almost 2 months after I lost the current job. Unfortunately, I turned down another job process because everybody was sure I was going to get this one. I know that was stupid..story of my life. Anyway I called about that job and the supervisor is going to try to get me back in the process. Honestly, I'm not holding my breath.

Ok, now the good.

I sent out the emails for my dissertation and have had 38 people take my survey so far. I'm pretty stoked about that.
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As of 7:00pm I'm up to 102 people who have completed the survey. WooHoo!!!!!!!!!!

Seventh Day

I have been reminded by Dave that today is the 7th day since I last posted. There has not been not much to talk about. I should hear next week about the new job.

Last night was girl's night out. Big fun. We went to the Melting Pot for dinner. It was really good. The dinner for two which husband and I usually get was actually good enough for three. Just enough food and we were able to have chocolate for desert. I highly recommend the Flaming Turtle.

Well this is what we get. Not very exciting this week, but that's a good thing. Last week was far to stressful. But at least it's not a bunny with a pancake on its head.....

Friday message from the Universe

The Universe always knows what I need to hear....

Funny, Sonja, how when one links job satisfaction to financial compensation, they're never paid "enough." Yet, when they see work as a way to dance with life, meet new people, and unleash the creative tiger within, they become very rich, indeed.

Every kind of rich, Sonja.

The Universe

Why people snap

This was a really bad morning. It started by me having to go to the Dr. to have my TB test read for the Sheriff's Office (SO). It was fine, I took the results to the SO and was told at that time that my file had been closed by psych. But I thought you said I passed my psych I inquired. Well, the psych Dr. advised that you did not disclose to him that you were on Prozac, which you did disclose on you medical report. **Sidebar, why would I tell one Dr. and not the other** Oh no, I protested I told him that was on on Sarafem (that's Prozac for those who don't know; apparently the shrink was one who didn't). No said the Detective. The Dr. said he asked you twice and you never disclosed it, but I will call him when he gets in at 9:30.

So at this point in our little story, I get back to my car, burst into tear and start to hyperventilate in the parking lot. I then drive home in this condition and wake up husband (who should get a medal by the way) in a hysterical fit. He thought I had run someone over with my car. I'm crying and still hyperventilating and he's trying to calm me down to get the story. Needless to say work was not an option.

This all occurred at 8:00am, by 10:15, the Det. called me back saying that No the Dr. was sure I didn't tell him. He took notes and indicates that I told him I was on Claritin, Allegra (two allergy pills...Hmmmm)and some other stuff that has no meaning here. To which I replied, I would never say I was on Claritin, because I'm not, I said Sarafem. But the Det, still says Sorry, I don't think he is going to change his mind.

At 10:30 the Det. calls me back and says that the Dr. want me to call him. I do and he explains that I have been the victim of a misunderstanding. When I told him I was on Sarafem, he did not know what that was and assumed I was mispronouncing Claritin. But he has since learned that Sarafem is another name for Prozac and has passed me, so sorry.

My file was reopened.

Are you fucking kidding me? Your a psychologist who prescribes meds. If you didn't know what it was, perhaps, I don't know ask me. Don't assume that I am so stupid I don't know how to pronounce the medications I'm one. Shit I told you I had a Master's degree and am close to a Doctorate. I mean at least he admitted he made a mistake, but in the mean time I'm a hysterical, crazy person practicing the words, "Do you want fries with that?"

Just for the record, I don't blame the detective for any of this, and suspect that the reason I got to talk to the shrink was because of him calling the Dr. back after the 10:15 conversation. Still I have a headache from the adrenalin and the crying. I just want this to be over and get an official job offer.

On My Way...

...toward finishing my dissertation. I defended my dissertation proposal today. This means that starting next week I can actually start collecting data and maybe get this thing finished soon. My professor is shooting for final defense in August, but I'm skeptical given the job change and the training I will have to do for the new job. If not August, I'm still hoping by December at the latest.

YEA ME!!!!!

On the new job front, I have to take my physical/drug screen tomorrow and I will be done with the pre-employment stuff. Today I had to look up how to write a letter of resignation in the Internet (what DID we do before the Internet), because it occurs to me that the last time I left a job I just did a department issue form. I don't know that I have ever done a letter of resignation. Anyway, if you need samples, About, is pretty good.

Shocking!!!

Report: Ricky Williams tests positive for pot

I am both shocked and amazed. Ricky Williams, the NFL running back who quit football so he wouldn't have to quit pot, tested positive for pot.

Williams sought to end a one-year drug suspension last month when he asked to rejoin the Miami Dolphins.....The Dolphins and the NFL declined comment. Before Williams’ latest setback, new Miami coach Cam Cameron repeatedly declined to say whether he would welcome Williams back.

Why is that something the Dolphins or the NFL would even consider? He's a fucking moron and a liability. The reason he wants to come back has nothing to do with his new "Eastern philosophy". He realized that without a multi-million dollar salary he can't afford to buy quality dope.

I've said this before (maybe not here), I am sick of the cry-baby punk-ass athletes who make millions of dollars and think the world owes them something.

Why is it again that teachers, and cops and those who try to make a difference don't get paid that kind of money? This was National Police Week. Let's remember those who really make a difference.

News from the Job Hunt

The hunting part is over for now. Its down to 2 choices....Bailiff at the local Sheriff's Office or academy coordinator at a training center in the next county over. I think I'm going with bailiff. This has been a very stressful decision, this whole thing has been stressful. So, here's how it works out:

Money: Bailiff is a pretty big pay cut, where as the academy job would be right around that I'm making now. I discussed this with husband and he seems to be ok with the pay cut. He manages the money, so I have to believe him.

Drive Time: Both jobs require my own vehicle. The academy job is about 1 - 1.5 hrs each way. Bailiff is about 20-30 minutes each way. With gas being $2.87 a gallon here, I think the shorter drive is the best. Besides we all know about my ADD/driving issues

Movement/promotional opportunities: The academy is not nearly as big as where I'm at now. Just a director, 3 coordinators and a staff assistant. Not alot of room for movement. Being a Bailiff gets me into the Sheriff's office and gives me some more opportunities to move perhaps to training or the psych. services later on. Plus I get to maintain my law enforcement certification without taking on extra work.

Stress Level: Academy coordinator = Higher stress; Bailiff= lower stress. Yes, with Bailiff I would be in what's called a High Risk category, but from what I hear the stress is pretty low. Also, I know the Capt. out there and he's a great guy to work for.

All in all, I think the Bailiff position is the best fit right now. Sure the money sucks, but I'll get to focus on finishing my degree, take some time to reorganize and de-stress. Either way I'm a nut case, because I hate change. But everything happens for a reason, right, so lets all just double up on our Prozac and hang on for the ride.

Tuesday Moment of Zen

Dumbest thing heard today

On the Discovery Channel's Future Weapons, while talking about military GPS capability....

"The military has far better GPS systems then the general public"

Well I would certainly fucking hope so. Its nice to know that the military isn't using Tom Tom to find their target.

Billards & Poker

So what the hell ......Husband and I were flipping channels tonight in between programs and husband says go to Billiards. Billiards, OK sure I understand that....8 ball; 9 ball, I can do that for a minute. So we're watching what I thought was 9 ball, right, 9 balls, into the pockets in numerical order, sure I get that. So then one guy misses his shot and then out of nowhere this other guy PICKS UP THE BALL, rubs it off and GIVES IT to the 2nd shooter, who then proceeds to put it anywhere he wants on the table, shoots the 9 ball in the pocket (without shooting 1-8) and wins the game. What the fuck....Oh and the by the way, was called an hand. Why you might ask? Because we were watching Texas Hold 'em Billiards.

Which brings me to my next point (not that there seemed to be a first point, whatever). Who the fuck came up with that. Texas Fucking Hold 'em Billiards. When exactly did Texas Hold 'em become the end all and be all of games (not sports people, poker and billiards are not sports, I don't care what ESPN says) Were was I? Oh yea...I still don't understand Texas Hold 'em poker (not do I want to).

I'm just saying, quit fucking with classic games like poker and pool. It confuses the rest of us, and just pisses us off.

I choked on a flamingo because the voices told me to.

Ok, I stole (appropriated) this from Jenny Haha over at Flaw & Disorder. I just thought it was great an had to bring it over. As I said in her comments, I collect Flamingos and occasionally do what the voices tell me.

Pick the month you were born. Pick the day (number) you were born. Pick the color of shirt you are wearing. Now type out the sentence you made using the answers below:

Pick the month you were born:
January----------I kicked
February--------I loved
March------------I punched
April---------------I swam with
May---------------I choked on
June---------------I murdered
July----------------I did the Macarena with
August-----------I had lunch with
September------I danced with
October----------I sang to
November-------I yelled at
December-------I ran over

Pick the day ( number) you were born on:
1----- --a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a Mexican
6-------a flamingo
7-------my cell phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10------my neighbor
11------my science teacher
12------a banana
13------a fireman
14------a stuffed animal
15------a goat
16------a pickle
17------a squirrel
18------a spoon
19------myself
20------a baseball bat
21------a ninja
22------a snowman
23------a noodle
24-- ----your mom
25------a football player
26------my sister
27------my brother
28------an ipod
29------a permanent marker
30------a llama
31------a zombie

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White----------because I'm very pretty.
Black----------because that's how I play.
Pink------------because I'm cool like that.
Red-------------because the voices told me to.
Blue------------because I can see the future.
Green----------because I love to boogie.
Purple----------because your mom's cool.
Gray------------because the voices in my head told me to.
Yellow---------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange---------because I tripped over my house
Brown----------because I love my pillow.
Other-----------because I'm a ninja.
None-----------because I can't control myself

Job Hunting & Neediness

Job Hunting Sucks. Yea its all fun and games when you have a job and are just looking, but when you actually have to find a job it sucks monkey butt. There are all kinds of jobs open when you don't need one, but as soon as you have to find a job, there seems to be no openings. I have applied for two things in my field in the public sector and spoke to a friend in the private sector about working for him.

I am also finding it harder and harder to get out of bed and come to the current job that I will not have in 3 months. Depression is fun.

Just for the record though this is really just a pathetic ploy for sympathy and to have all you nice people say nice things about me. Please see it for what it is. I'm needy right now. I hate being needy. I have to keep reminding husband that this clingy, neediness will pass, but right now I'm Velcro wife.

So in order to give husband some rest, everybody fulfill my needy desires today. Husband thanks you and I thank you.