downright weird.
been snowing, raining, then warming up to low-mid 50s (Fahrenheit for all those keeping score in the northern regions)
but i digress.
i dont think i've eaten a single nutritious thing in the past week and a half.
and now i'm happily munching on rice crispy candy. which, by the way. is what they serve in heaven in the waiting room. y'know, the kind with peanut butter and chocolate.
and i even went to work today to make some phone calls (read - leave voicemails) to people that were just about as interested in hearing from me as i was in speaking to them.
so all's well that ended well. no blood, no foul.
and, theres a party tonight that promises to have all kinds of nonsense going on. the good kind.
i have to go make something to eat.
i think i'll make a trifle. that nasty concoction of nuts, cake, whipped cream, chocolate of all kinds, mousse, etc.
i have no idea who thought of putting cake in all that goodness, but they were wrong. dead wrong. and i'm sorry for them and their families. i dont believe in cake. but i do believe this is a good song.
i like queensryche.
i like 80s music.
there.
i've said it.
and i'm not ashamed.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
so i tried my razzle dazzle move
to no avail.
ok.
i dont really have a practiced razzle-dazzle move (at least not with my male boss).
but anyway, my boss of two weeks (so far) didnt really give me much to work with.
y'know the busy-doing eight-other-things-whilst-glancing-my-way-once-or-twice-to-make-believe-he-actually-gives-a-horses-a$$-about-what-i-have-to-say bit.
needless to say, i didnt think that he was listening very well, so i just said something along the lines of "yeah, ok, mhm, alright, yeah".
and then promptly walked out the way i came in.
i think i'll try again tomorrow.
i do have a headache though.
so i ate a lot of ice cream today
again
and i will keep doing that until all of it is gone
and its good ice cream
it has raspberries in it.
five bars means my five servings of fruit!
i have this down to a science...
ok.
i dont really have a practiced razzle-dazzle move (at least not with my male boss).
but anyway, my boss of two weeks (so far) didnt really give me much to work with.
y'know the busy-doing eight-other-things-whilst-glancing-my-way-once-or-twice-to-make-believe-he-actually-gives-a-horses-a$$-about-what-i-have-to-say bit.
needless to say, i didnt think that he was listening very well, so i just said something along the lines of "yeah, ok, mhm, alright, yeah".
and then promptly walked out the way i came in.
i think i'll try again tomorrow.
i do have a headache though.
so i ate a lot of ice cream today
again
and i will keep doing that until all of it is gone
and its good ice cream
it has raspberries in it.
five bars means my five servings of fruit!
i have this down to a science...
Sunday, December 21, 2008
it's funny...
actually, it's not funny at all, to be perfectly honest.
last night i was sitting at the computer, checking out the blogs that i follow, and making comments.
so i read the the first one and cant think of anything intelligent or funny to say. then something remotely witty dawns on me. think a little more. still cant think of anything else. so i type it in and hit the button. ok. that sucked. on to the next one. same thing happens. again. only the comment is even more lame. then it happens around 10 times in a row and it dawns on me that i haven't said anything funny or witty all night.
thats not a terribly good feeling. it's kind of like blog-block but it seems worse. i mean, if you're not gonna post yourself, at least have something half decent to say on someones elses blog.
for crying out loud...
maybe i'll come up with something when i read your blog.
yes.
i'm talking about yours.
last night i was sitting at the computer, checking out the blogs that i follow, and making comments.
so i read the the first one and cant think of anything intelligent or funny to say. then something remotely witty dawns on me. think a little more. still cant think of anything else. so i type it in and hit the button. ok. that sucked. on to the next one. same thing happens. again. only the comment is even more lame. then it happens around 10 times in a row and it dawns on me that i haven't said anything funny or witty all night.
thats not a terribly good feeling. it's kind of like blog-block but it seems worse. i mean, if you're not gonna post yourself, at least have something half decent to say on someones elses blog.
for crying out loud...
maybe i'll come up with something when i read your blog.
yes.
i'm talking about yours.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
its been a long weekend
a very long one.
i did have some port though. and i forgot how much i like port. now i remember.
it drinks so easily that one tends to forget how high the alcoholic content is.
until its too late. and often by then one doesnt care.
its all very nice though.
especially in the winter.
so...
i called my boss and told him i needed to speak to him about something important and would i be able to see him.
so he says "whaddayawannatalkabout?"
what the...?!
i toyed with the idea of asking him if he knew anything about what to feed a pet gecko that was HIV positive, but thought the better of it and asked if i might have some of his time on monday morning. he graciously agreed that i could call him at 9 to set something up.
so perhaps it'll all work out in the end.
one can hope...
i did have some port though. and i forgot how much i like port. now i remember.
it drinks so easily that one tends to forget how high the alcoholic content is.
until its too late. and often by then one doesnt care.
its all very nice though.
especially in the winter.
so...
i called my boss and told him i needed to speak to him about something important and would i be able to see him.
so he says "whaddayawannatalkabout?"
what the...?!
i toyed with the idea of asking him if he knew anything about what to feed a pet gecko that was HIV positive, but thought the better of it and asked if i might have some of his time on monday morning. he graciously agreed that i could call him at 9 to set something up.
so perhaps it'll all work out in the end.
one can hope...
Friday, December 19, 2008
its raining men!
ok
well
its not
i wouldnt want that anyway
and "raining women" wouldnt have worked well in the song.
its raining ice round these here parts. i freeze my patootie off every time i walk outside. i know. i shouldnt be walking outside.
i actually went outside barefoot last night to my car to get some files i left there cause they had some sensitive info. didnt feel like putting on shoes. decided to man up! it was a dreadful mistake. i couldnt feel my feet for 10 minutes.
next time i'm gonna park by the damned fire hydrant.
so its cold and wet and yucky out. is this what england feels like? i should ask my dad. he was borned and raised there.
which reminds me! another GREAT song. ok. just my opinion folks. yes. it is from 'brother where art thou'. but the song is awesome and i can listen to it many times in a row without getting bored. and no. clooney doesnt actually sing it in the movie.
there are a few other good versions (that one is clearer and cleaner, with very good guitar work) as well.
i like the first one cause it's got the flavor and the various instruments (two distinct guitars, bass, banjo, fiddle) YEAH! and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the crowd.
i gotta get to a concert like this one day before i pack my bags for the last time.
speaking of which, i especially like the line "there is one promise that is given, i'll meet you on god's golden shore".
i might riff off that sometime...
well
its not
i wouldnt want that anyway
and "raining women" wouldnt have worked well in the song.
its raining ice round these here parts. i freeze my patootie off every time i walk outside. i know. i shouldnt be walking outside.
i actually went outside barefoot last night to my car to get some files i left there cause they had some sensitive info. didnt feel like putting on shoes. decided to man up! it was a dreadful mistake. i couldnt feel my feet for 10 minutes.
next time i'm gonna park by the damned fire hydrant.
so its cold and wet and yucky out. is this what england feels like? i should ask my dad. he was borned and raised there.
which reminds me! another GREAT song. ok. just my opinion folks. yes. it is from 'brother where art thou'. but the song is awesome and i can listen to it many times in a row without getting bored. and no. clooney doesnt actually sing it in the movie.
there are a few other good versions (that one is clearer and cleaner, with very good guitar work) as well.
i like the first one cause it's got the flavor and the various instruments (two distinct guitars, bass, banjo, fiddle) YEAH! and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the crowd.
i gotta get to a concert like this one day before i pack my bags for the last time.
speaking of which, i especially like the line "there is one promise that is given, i'll meet you on god's golden shore".
i might riff off that sometime...
Thursday, December 18, 2008
no lie...
i just spent another 4 hours being trained.
for crying out loud... i havent had an accident in....lets just say it's been a long time.
anyway, these people are nuts.
and i have decided, that based on my training so far, and what seem to be my responsibilities, i will be asking my boss for a substantial raise after a mere 2 weeks on the job.
the only thing more ridiculous than that, would be to stay at this job with those responsibilities, at the original wages.
i havent been paid yet, and i would tell him to keep the paycheck if he's not interested in renegotiating.
i'd rather sit home and blog :)
for crying out loud... i havent had an accident in....lets just say it's been a long time.
anyway, these people are nuts.
and i have decided, that based on my training so far, and what seem to be my responsibilities, i will be asking my boss for a substantial raise after a mere 2 weeks on the job.
the only thing more ridiculous than that, would be to stay at this job with those responsibilities, at the original wages.
i havent been paid yet, and i would tell him to keep the paycheck if he's not interested in renegotiating.
i'd rather sit home and blog :)
good songs alert
every time i see the booty award on the side it reminds me.
and it's time. it's just time.
shake your bootie by KC and the sunshine band.
its not for everyone.
ahh, what the hell.
here's another good one by them.
both before i was born.
but good is good.
and with that, i bid you good evening.
i know, i know. i'm a blogging MACHINE.
and it's time. it's just time.
shake your bootie by KC and the sunshine band.
its not for everyone.
ahh, what the hell.
here's another good one by them.
both before i was born.
but good is good.
and with that, i bid you good evening.
i know, i know. i'm a blogging MACHINE.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
so now i'm wondering....
i'm wondering if my second blog was the death knell for my first.
but i dont know what to do.
i love poetry and it seems to come more willingly than anything else.
define anything else.
ok.
anything but poetry.
anyway...
listened to a 3 and 1/2 hour presentation at work
i thought i felt my brain leaking out of my ears near the end
then they asked me if i wanted to stay for, oh, say, anther hour or so to finish up. i said thanks, i'll hear the rest tomorrow. i near to get some ear plugs. for the noise, and to make sure i dont lose any gray matter.
its the hap-happiest time, of the YEA-A-A-AR....
folded some laundry
going bowling tonight
further bulletins as events warrant
but i dont know what to do.
i love poetry and it seems to come more willingly than anything else.
define anything else.
ok.
anything but poetry.
anyway...
listened to a 3 and 1/2 hour presentation at work
i thought i felt my brain leaking out of my ears near the end
then they asked me if i wanted to stay for, oh, say, anther hour or so to finish up. i said thanks, i'll hear the rest tomorrow. i near to get some ear plugs. for the noise, and to make sure i dont lose any gray matter.
its the hap-happiest time, of the YEA-A-A-AR....
folded some laundry
going bowling tonight
further bulletins as events warrant
Saturday, December 13, 2008
and for good measure...
j. cosmo newbery asks on his site if you had a do-over button you could push for one event in your life, which would it be.
it never ceases to amaze me, how, the things in life that i might hit the button for invariably are those that i didnt do, as opposed to the ones i did do.
i mean there are things i would love to take back and change and whatnot. but its always the things i didnt do that i regret most.
it never ceases to amaze me, how, the things in life that i might hit the button for invariably are those that i didnt do, as opposed to the ones i did do.
i mean there are things i would love to take back and change and whatnot. but its always the things i didnt do that i regret most.
another weekend
its not blog-block if it happens every time you sit at the computer. theres got to be another name for it.
but anyway...
drank too much wine. again. yes. there is, in fact such a thing as too much. but ok. it was good wine. merlot, cab, and a pinot that i wasnt very fond of but was forced to try under threat of severe bodily harm. my brother in law is a snobby ass. and he wants to know the name of my blog. ha!
and that was all friday night. woke up this morning with something of a dry mouth and a headache, but i dutifully visited the grandparents.
scintillating stuff!
all the news that fits, i print.
better luck tomorrow.
but anyway...
drank too much wine. again. yes. there is, in fact such a thing as too much. but ok. it was good wine. merlot, cab, and a pinot that i wasnt very fond of but was forced to try under threat of severe bodily harm. my brother in law is a snobby ass. and he wants to know the name of my blog. ha!
and that was all friday night. woke up this morning with something of a dry mouth and a headache, but i dutifully visited the grandparents.
scintillating stuff!
all the news that fits, i print.
better luck tomorrow.
Friday, December 12, 2008
welcoming myself YET AGAIN ! (poetry n' stuff...)
ok.
now i have two blogs.
the second one is for poetry and writing stuff.
i kind of needed to do it.
we'll see how it goes.
its on my dashboard or profile thingy (whatever it's called)
those aren't crickets i hear, are they...?
now i have two blogs.
the second one is for poetry and writing stuff.
i kind of needed to do it.
we'll see how it goes.
its on my dashboard or profile thingy (whatever it's called)
those aren't crickets i hear, are they...?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
another soup recipe...
3 beef knuckle bones. (ask the butcher for them. lovely things they are.)
5 cloves of garlic.
2 medium-sized onions
a handful of ground spelt
a handful of whole spelt kernels (go to your local health food store)
handful of barley
gallon of water
boil like hell
add some water and boil some more
eat with some thinly sliced toasted bread.
drizzle some flaxseed oil over the toasted bread if you want to be good to your brain.
ok
i've done it
another soup recipe
let the comments begin...
5 cloves of garlic.
2 medium-sized onions
a handful of ground spelt
a handful of whole spelt kernels (go to your local health food store)
handful of barley
gallon of water
boil like hell
add some water and boil some more
eat with some thinly sliced toasted bread.
drizzle some flaxseed oil over the toasted bread if you want to be good to your brain.
ok
i've done it
another soup recipe
let the comments begin...
something blue, something new....
my dad got into a car accident since the last time we convened. which is a large part of why i've been absent. he was walking across the street minding his own business and WHAM! the MF hits him. he rolls up the hood and plants his shoulder through the windshield. he is a tough SOB, and i'm glad he's ok, more or less. fractured his fibula, and got banged up all over. now he's getting around with a walker.
the other part of my absence is due to the fact that i got a part time job. woohoo. hard to contain my enthusiasm. but i'll try to tone it down. it may even be contagious (the enthusiasm. no one else wants this job). who knows...
anyway.......
i'm toying with the idea of starting a second blog. this may be a cardinal sin and particularly for the neophyte such as myself. but i do want to write some poetry and get some feedback. and this blog doesnt seem to be the proper forum. this is supposed to be for....well....i dont know what its called, but it aint poetry. so i'm thinking i'll just start a second blog that y'all can take a peek at if that sort of thing suits your fancy.
ok. now on to checking your comments since my temporary departure.
the other part of my absence is due to the fact that i got a part time job. woohoo. hard to contain my enthusiasm. but i'll try to tone it down. it may even be contagious (the enthusiasm. no one else wants this job). who knows...
anyway.......
i'm toying with the idea of starting a second blog. this may be a cardinal sin and particularly for the neophyte such as myself. but i do want to write some poetry and get some feedback. and this blog doesnt seem to be the proper forum. this is supposed to be for....well....i dont know what its called, but it aint poetry. so i'm thinking i'll just start a second blog that y'all can take a peek at if that sort of thing suits your fancy.
ok. now on to checking your comments since my temporary departure.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
back to the song thing
ok.
first of all, this song is absolutely worth a listening to (or 15)
kenny wayne sheppard can play the guitar like few others
and the lyrics are great
and the vocals are great
second, i am colorblind (as many men are. few women. dont know for sure why that is. although i can think of a few reasons.) so my comments in color might not be as manly as, say, the booty award. but thats how it goes.
on to the song.
Blue On Black
Night falls, I'm alone
Skin, chilled to the bone
You... turned and you ran
Slipped right from my hands nice.
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire each line in this chorus is a piece of work. LOVE IT!!!!
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blind, now I see
Truth lies, and in between
Wrongs can't be undone
Slipped from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blue... on... black...
crap. i didnt do much commenting. ok. so then this blog is just to introduce y'all to a GREAT song.
the end. by robert louis stevenson.
(my mother always says that. i dont know why.)
first of all, this song is absolutely worth a listening to (or 15)
kenny wayne sheppard can play the guitar like few others
and the lyrics are great
and the vocals are great
second, i am colorblind (as many men are. few women. dont know for sure why that is. although i can think of a few reasons.) so my comments in color might not be as manly as, say, the booty award. but thats how it goes.
on to the song.
Blue On Black
Night falls, I'm alone
Skin, chilled to the bone
You... turned and you ran
Slipped right from my hands nice.
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire each line in this chorus is a piece of work. LOVE IT!!!!
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blind, now I see
Truth lies, and in between
Wrongs can't be undone
Slipped from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on and shove
Don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
As a deadman's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't mean a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black
Blue... on... black...
crap. i didnt do much commenting. ok. so then this blog is just to introduce y'all to a GREAT song.
the end. by robert louis stevenson.
(my mother always says that. i dont know why.)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
7 things about me.
maybe i'll keep doing this when i dont have material (which seems to happen VERY often).
ok. so i dont know how to do the thing where you write HERE and it its a link. so i'm technologically deficient. but i did take the idea from http://cinnamonandhoney.blogspot.com/ . and made myself "it" in this eternal game of blog-tag. "7 things about me".
ahem...
1. as i mentioned before, i'm not very technologically savvy. savvy?
2. i like split pea soup. a lot.
3. chrissmiss-time is the best time of year because of the candy canes.
4. i have a prodigious collection of colognes. then i give a bunch away cause who needs that many. and then i smell a few that i MUST buy. this has been going on for a number of years.
5. i've had a coin collection and a cap collection and a watch collection and a sticker collection and a guitar collection at various times in my life.
6. i'm afraid of dying.
7. i remember most songs that i hear once.
this was a lot of fun. thanks to the aforementioned blog for the idea.
ok. so i dont know how to do the thing where you write HERE and it its a link. so i'm technologically deficient. but i did take the idea from http://cinnamonandhoney.blogspot.com/ . and made myself "it" in this eternal game of blog-tag. "7 things about me".
ahem...
1. as i mentioned before, i'm not very technologically savvy. savvy?
2. i like split pea soup. a lot.
3. chrissmiss-time is the best time of year because of the candy canes.
4. i have a prodigious collection of colognes. then i give a bunch away cause who needs that many. and then i smell a few that i MUST buy. this has been going on for a number of years.
5. i've had a coin collection and a cap collection and a watch collection and a sticker collection and a guitar collection at various times in my life.
6. i'm afraid of dying.
7. i remember most songs that i hear once.
this was a lot of fun. thanks to the aforementioned blog for the idea.
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