Archive for January, 2006

PMS and Happy Pills

I’m a bitch, but a happy bitch. For example, many kudos to DTE for going to the store just because I said I needed chocolate. I gave him the following list, and off he trekked, because he’s a nice guy.

1. Boston Creme Pie
2. Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Brownie Fudge ice cream

I love him for going, yes I do. BUT, this is what he brought back:

1. one brownie that had nuts and gooey caramel in the middle.
2. Ben and Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream.

WTF? First of all, ONE brownie just ain’t gonna do it when I requested an entire Boston Creme pie! Plus, the brownie tasted stale, it was crunchy when I clearly was seeking soft and smushy texture. And that gross caramel in the middle? Not similar to the cool, creamy custard middle of the requested BC Pie.

Second, it goes without saying (but say I must, because I am a bitch) that Strawberry Cheesecake is never, ever going to satisfy someone who needs chocolate! I was bitterly disappointed with the graham cracker bits in the purchased ice cream, when what I was truly craving was the soft, chewy brownie bits from the desired chocolate nirvana.

So there you have it. I am happy, I am appreciative, but the bitch in me will never be supressed. Happy Sunday, people, Happy Sunday.

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Pleasantries

To counter the negativity from the last post,

here are four things I love:

1. The first sip of coffee I take in the morning
2. Snuggling in bed in the morning, with DTE, Lucy and GMan, as I drink said coffee
3. Listening to the voices of Mama Cass, Willie Nelson, and Lyle Lovett
4. Dancing with myself in the mirror while listening to Me & Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin.

Yeah, I’m strange.

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Beefs.

Some things I hate:

1. Leaving my warm, cozy bed in the morning to take the dog out.

2. The way my co-worker called her husband to get his “approval” on some eyeglasses she was buying. Not opinion, approval. She also told me today she was going to call him to get his permission to go shopping after work. She works full time!

3. Doing the laundry. By the time the last sock is folded, it’s late at night, I take off my clothes to put on my jammies and voila! More laundry.

More later, you can count on it.

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Buddies

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GMan and True, Christmas 1994

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GMan and True, Christmas 2005

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2005.

I love watching these two together. True is my husband’s niece’s son. So that would make him my husband’s great-nephew? And that would make GMan his??? I never did get understand family relations. Let’s just call them cousins. They have such different lives, and if all of their differences were listed on paper you would never expect these two boys to get along. And yet they do. They are inseperable during visits, and just exude pure joy. While I’m not especially into 11 year old humor and past times, I do love watching them.

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Ode to Erin

I’ve been thinking all day about love, and what we will do to taste it. The secrecy. The thrill of the first kiss, one we had been waiting for for two years. The first touch. The laughing and running out of school at lunch, getting into the VW Beetle with the liberal bumper stickers all over the back of it. Waiting at the corner a block from my house so I wouldn’t be seen getting into that car. Taking my dad’s Oldsmobile and driving out the the country… far, far out in the country where no one would see us. Holding hands, kissing, talking, looking at the moon and the stars through the sunroof of his car. It was our own world, the only one we could have, were allowed to have. I lived for those nights in the car. It was so painful, so forbidden, and I think thus all the more intense and wonderful.

Life has changed since those 23 years or so have passed. I am happy, and wouldn’t trade what I have for anything. But even though my life is now, on the surface, acceptable to the mainstream, I wouldn’t be who I am now if not for those experiences back then. And it still pisses me off that it is an issue to be with someone you love, no matter what their gender.

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Take This Job and Shove It

I have been holding back on writing about this. I’ve been trying to be all professional, and respectful, and aware of the concept of karma. But today I’ve decided to stop being so nice.

A week or so ago there was an episode of My Name Is Earl where Earl realized that sometimes Karma can use you as a tool to create the bad karma someone else might have coming. I wholeheartedly agree. So here I post. And if I’m wrong about that, and this rant that I’m about to launch into actually brings me bad karma, so be it. I’m pissed, and I’m willing to take a risk.

I left my job a few months ago. I worked at that place for over ten years, and felt that the people there were my family. Because of the actions (and non-actions) of a small group, I found myself increasingly frustrated. I brought it to the attention of my superior (who was also, unfortunately, a friend of mine) in many different ways, over the course of the last two years. Things didn’t get better, and in fact they got worse. It got to the point where she wouldn’t even acknowledge me anymore, and in fact told me flat out that I was wrong and she was right. The kicker was when she was at my house one evening, drinking my beer, playing cards with my friend, my sister (who was the maid of honor in her sham of a wedding) and my husband, and she stated to all of us that if it came down to my job or hers, she would sell me out in a heartbeat.

Well, she did. The story, of course, is much more involved than this. If you look up the word hypocrisy in the dictionary, there will be a picture of my former boss. In fact, her code name was H.Q., for Hypocrisy Queen. But here is the real issue:

Why the fuck can’t these people leave me alone now?! I don’t work there anymore! Why am I of such collosal interest to them? Am I really so good at my job that they are that threatened by me? (I now work, happily, for their main competitor.) Or is it that they are just such horrible people that they feel good about bad-mouthing me, spreading rumors and lies? Does it make them feel good??? Why can’t they just SHUT. UP.

And here’s another thing, that surprises me and upsets me even more: there was a large group of people there who agreed with what I was trying to accomplish. They motivated me, they supported me, they encouraged me to take my concerns to the next level. Yeah, IrishGoddess, send that email! Yeah, IrishGoddess, call her up. Yeah, IrishGoddess, have that meeting with them. Well, I did that… and what happened? I ended up leaving the company, and not a fucking one of them has come to my support verbally or in any other way. They let me be the sacraficial lamb. They let me do the dirty work, and take the fall. Not one of them ever said, “I agree with what IrishGoddess did, and you never should have let things come to this!” It’s as if they think now I’m like a contagious disease and if they even say my name, much less in a supportive way, I will rub off on them. Thanks, guys, a great group of friends you turned out to be!

I feel like they sold me out. I’m bitter. I’m resentful. I’m pissed.

The good from all of this is that I have a better job, with a better pay. The bags under my eyes are gone. I sleep through the night. I don’t constantly worry about ridiculous office politics.

So what do I have to do to keep them completely out of my life? How can I stop caring and hurting?

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Nada

I really don’t have much to say. Went to work today, quiet day, came home. Had leftovers for supper. I’m excited because Scrubs is on tonight, plus the premiere of Love Monkey. I’m also really getting into my book The Wind Up Bird Chronicles (thanks, Gigi!) so I’m looking forward to reading that, too.

GMan got a 94% on his oral book report of The Two Towers. Whoo hoo… I’m glad that’s done! Tonight he is at the third round of the school spelling bee. He never studies at all, and here he is, competing with 15 other students from his school.

Lucy’s room is a total disaster, but she plays so nicely and quietly by herself, I don’t think I should bug her about it. I don’t know… am I wrong to not expect a reasonable amount of neatness? I do make her clear a path to her bed every night so I can kiss her, and save her in the event of a fire.

That’s all I’ve got…just the quiet routine of everyday life.

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Jeopardy!

OK, I’ve been tagged by Gigi.so I’ll do this. However, I don’t know 5 others to tag, so the buck stops here, for now.

What were you doing 10 years ago? Ten years ago I was settling into my life in Grand Rapids, MI. I had been working at my job for 5 months and hadn’t made any friends yet. Most of my time was spent at home, hanging out with DTE, who was teaching at Kendall College of Art and Design, and GMan, who was a funky two year old. I believe now that I was unhappy, but I didn’t realize it then. I thought that’s just how life was. I was fairly skinny, compared to now! I carried the same purse, a hand-me-down from my mother, season after season, without regard to how it looked or matched.

What were you doing 1 year ago? One year ago I was pretty happy. I had just received a huge promotion at work, and was really enjoying my job. DTE and I had worked through a lot of crap over the previous 6 years and were feeling pretty stable and good. GMan was in 5th grade, with a wonderful teacher, and Lucy was in kindergarten. I was heavy into my purse fetish, buying them at every chance I got.

Five snacks I enjoy
1. Beer
2. Cosmopolitans
3. Bloody Marys
4. Orange Milano cookies
5. frozen mini-sized Snickers

Five songs to which I know all the lyrics
1. Honky Tonk Woman
2. You are My Sunshine
3. Satisfaction
4. Meet Me in St. Louis
5. The Telephone Song (Laurie Berkner)

I really suck at music…

Five things I would do if I were a millionaire
1. Payoff all student loans and mortgages of DTE, my sister and brother.
2. Quit my job and open a bookstore with coffee shop and bakery.
3. Set aside money for my kids to go to the college of their choice
4. Take DTE to Italy
5. Buy a house big enough for DTE to have the woodworking shop of his dreams in the backyard.

Five bad habits
1. Drinking
2. Bitching
3. Watching too much television
4. Eating fast food
5. Never exercising

Five things I like doing
1. Reading
2. Drinking
3. Eating
4. Watching t.v.
5. shopping (for groceries, shoes, purses, clothes, antiques… anything!)

Five things I would never wear, buy or get new again
1. a nose ring (that was my past life)
2. high-waisted pants
3. a headband
4. a car
5. a cowl-necked sweater

Five favorite toys
1. TIVO
2. my digital camera
3. my computer
4. my Drowsy doll
5. my kitchen-aide mixer

Alrighty, I’ll admit I’m kind of boring. Actually I’m not, but I freeze up at these kind of things. Clearly I could never be a contestent on a game show!

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Gandolf

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That tiny thing he is holding is my wedding ring. Do I let him take it to school as one of his props? What if all the school kids want to steal it because it is an all-powerful ring, like in the Triology? Then I’d have to go on an epic journey, and I just really don’t have time for that!

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For Michele

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For those of you keeping track, GMan is more than 3/4 of the way done with The Two Towers. He has his speech started, and he knows what his costume will be and what his four props will be. I’ll try to get a picture of him in full regalia (he chose Gandalf as the character to play) but he’s usually skittish when the camera is out.

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