sooooooooo i suppose,

tonight was a great hit. and yet. as i hear the rain falling, ...

to hear the rain fall is something huge to me.


rain is.the world.


rock your world. rain to me is bliss. pure, bliss. get wet who cares, bliss.

i want you to rock the rain, or snow, or sunshine-

i'm rockin mine,

RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love it yo, i love it. rain.

i. love. rain.

er, what?

oh lordy. i just promised diagrames in my own writing, nin' i?

damn yo. i guess i best show thru that. i will. no worries.

worries, however, abound, bc i am a tad bit tip to the say on wine and vlad is playin...no joke.... man hunt sumthin. i think.... he has to hunt down aligators and lions and... somethin else i wish i just looked away from.

just sayin. if wii ain't real, it's REALISTIC, yo.


he's jabbin and jiven all over the place!!!!

and yes. our guests are gone. after steak, after chicken, we're dead tied.

but hey. hey's goin for another game.

at least i can sleep in tomorrow!!yay me.

i'm in chicago, trick!!!! (you probably don't know the song. but i loves it.)

soooooooooo after workin a FULL 6.2 HOURS today, i felt the need to relax. but no relaxin did i do, cuz we're having people over tonight.

not the prez. nah. even tho i live near chicago he's in d.c., now that he's all mr. important and shiz. pfft.

neighbors, across the parking lot (heh. i'm so classy.) are coming, britt and danny (danny of the pink shirt t.v. install, if any of you remember. vlads bestest friend), our friends rus and natalie (she's russian annnnnnnnnnnnd we kinda sorta always clash. she doesn't have a censor. i believe in filters, man, at least in polite company. c'mon now. ya'll getcher manners on.) and my great friend arius, who's one of the greek friends i mentioned, i adore this kid, he's just so snarky and hilarious like me. we always end up talkin shit to each other. in a nice way, of course. he was in my wedding. his siz cuts my hair. she's gorrrgeous, ya'll. i'll find pics for ya. ahem anyway. and then our OTHER friend amir, yes all of my friends are euro (for the most part) who yugoslavian, and he tends to drink a lot but pffft he isn't spending the night and isn't drivin, so all is well in the world.

but this meant that vlad and i? had better put pedal to the metal today after we got home from work. so after i worked almost a full day with nooooooo breaks, i went to the grocery store, bought wine and milk, (priorities people, priorities) meaning to buy the rest of the food from sams club later with vlad and came home and cooked myself a pizza.

yeah. hard worker, right here, numero uno.

vlad right now is finishing up the last bit of painting in the hall. i'm taking a break from cleaning, i just made the bed and now i am DUSTER EXTROARDINAIRE bc i must dust, i must dust, the entire house, must dust must. i may be a lil loopy after being cracked out on a computer all day scanning in tax information for clients bc we're spiffy and goin' paperless and all.

and while this is great? it also is a bitch, bc i have the scanner from hell, and it eats chews swallows licks then poos on every single freakin page i feed thru it.

i won today. i think it was the threats of goin' office space on it.

just had the sick feeling that i'm goin to get the 'yyyyyeeeeaaaahhhhh we're gonna go ahead and needja to come in tomarrrooow.....' but then i remember, it's saturday, and i already WAS there. phew.

where was i going with this? er....

so the house looks nice. really nice. high gloss white painted trim, fresh painted doors, new hardware on the closets in the hall,

-sorry, a break in the program- i'm on the laptop in the dining room that i can now walk around in and vlad gets up from taping trim in the hallway and starts jabbing at a paintbrush that's pretty much stuck in semi-wet paint. just jabbing. finally it breaks free and he jabs it back down into the paint and walks away. purpose? no clue. seems he just put it back into the same pickle it was just in. i don't understand painting. never will.

back to our ranting- so, the living room is together, we have patio furniture on our balcony YIPPIE and a grill YAY and i feel like a NORMAL PERSON AGAIN.

phew.

so my closet may eat you, but if you keep the door closed it'll let you slip by. k thanks.



so i'm going to take some photos with my REAL camera, and then tomorrow (or monday) i'll go to best buy to get that hookup thing so that i can pop my memory card into the laptop straight without wires. cuz i kinda sorta lost 'em. i know. so i need a new thingie mah jig. i'm sure they'll know exactly what i'm talking about. best buy gets me. it's a reader of my soul.

so yeah i'm gonna take pics, and once i get showered and normal looking i may even BE in some of them, and then i'll take pics of the food and the furniture and friends and just a good ol' time. i need to do a diagram of the condo. so that ya'll understand floor plans. HEY! monday is floor plan day. maybe i'll even have pictures to go with it. who knows.

why is monday floor plan day? bc i have a scanner at work, that's why. and i don't know if paintbrush even exists on computers anymore, and i suck at making computer diagrams. (ahem. don't know how.) so i'm goin to draw it out. and ya'll can see my left-handed snarky hand writing. that in my defense got way worse after i broke a tiny bone in my hand something like two years ago. i had a CAST and it sucked and it was my left hand. needless to say i don't really write things out anymore, i type em. less pain.

WHOA SIDETRACK! okay. i'm a little giddy and light headed after my date with the scanner from hell all flippin day and the fact that i'm tired and still have to shop clean vacuum dust swiffer and then shower and paint my face and look normal........... and then be ON for everyone. so. pardon me while i excuse myself from this lil purge i just did and say thanks ya'll for lending ears and maybe even smirking a little.

c'mon. being snarky feels GOOD. trust me. :) rock on garth!!!!!

ray of flippin sunshine.

some days, my job makes me want to tear out my hair, scream at the top of my lungs and call everyone out on every insipid stupid moronic childish thing they do.

okay. almost every day.

and the reason isn't because my work is overly stressful. it's stress. it's work. i deal. i LIKE to be busy. i like being productive.

i do. not. like. this. woman. i. work. for.

she is my indirect boss, and lordy be.................


i'm sitting here pissed off, irritated, annoyed and just plain flabberghasted at how positively ridiculous and juvinile a menopausal woman can be. and oh yes. she's in menopause, and i know this, bc i listen allllllllllll day long to her changing the thermostat from oh-my-god-i'm-burning-up-am-i-on-the-equator-or-am-i-in-hell to good-thing-i-wore-this-sweater-cuz-i'm-niptastic-right-now. and her bitching. ohhhhhh lordy her bitching.

it's people like this that make me HAVE to sit down, close my eyes, breathe deeeeeeeeeep and say, you are not this person, do not let this person make you into that kind of person, let it go, let it go, let it go.

and then my real boss is always moving stuff on my desk. my things are missing.... like my water bottle. uh, hello? i was going to drink that. bc you decided to clean the garbage can lid with the sponge we CLEAN DISHES WITH and i'm petrified of using the glasses now, so i now keep a water bottle on my desk. and you threw it out.

thanks.


i guess i'm complaining bc i've just had it up to HERE and THERE and OVER THERE. one more month and i'm free. and they wonder why they have such a high turnover............. it's bc there's a woman here who just... just.... i don't know how she could possibly have gone thru life with this attitude. i have to say, in all 24 years of my life, i have NEVER run across a person like this..... i'm just trying to breathe myself thru today and understand that in a month, i will NEVER have to see her mug again.

i have many words for her. i'll refrain. for now.


i wish everyone a happy friday..... and hope that your day goes smoothly and quickly and that you don't have a horrid person you have to deal with daily. i wish ya'll sunshine and twinkies. and. and. glitter pens.

i'm tryin to tell myself to be a ray of sunshine. kill 'em with kindness. IT IS HARD, YO.

the book is secure: i repeat: THE BOOK IS SECURE

The Mortal Instruments is quite possibly one of the best series i've read in a while. the third book in the series, City of Glass, came out yesterday. i, unfortunately, wasn't aware of this until AFTER lunch, so i couldn't do my usual lunchtime borders run.

but i did it today.

at lunch i ran over and got gas, then sped on over to the grocery store to pick up cat litter, cat freshener, air freshener (Daisy is getting sick i think... and it's making the whole litter box situation quite toxic) some ziploc bags and .. water. oh and lunch. then i ran over to borders, walked in and saw the display for twilight..... the display for the House of Night series (which is very good as well, you should totally peep at that series if twilight was up yer alley) but..

but....

no City of Glass!!!!!!!! wtf???? okay. don't panic, don't panic, i told myself, just check the young adult section. k. okay. i can do that.

rode up in the elevator.

.............no City of Glass. okay. seriously, what the fuck? where did it GO? why is it not here? i go onto their little computer and yep yeah sure there it says, 'possibly in stock'. so i go downstairs, again, in the elevator (those stairs plus heels, bad thing, trust me on this one) and pop out to politely inquire, wherethehellismybook????????????????????

ahem. i was polite. i promise.

he then gives me a grand ol' tour of the first floor of borders only to end up (after seriously like 7 minutes or so. i'm on LUNCH PEOPLE, only so much time!!!) next to a cart... and there they are. all cajillion of 'em, ON A CART.

if i were that author, i'd be like yo man? wtf? why you hatin' on me? put me on display! (i speak jive- name that movie!)

i didn't say anything. i was just so THANKFUL to have that big thing land in my hands that i just let out the breath i was holding and raced to the register lest someone try to steal it from me.

you never know. while i was waiting for him to tell me it was there i just about burst into flames i was so scared he wouldn't have it. but he did.

and i bought it.

and while standing in line, i looked over at their display and they sell Kiss My Face products!!!!!!!! OH LORDY BE KISS MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have been looking EVERYWHERE for these products. sigh. heart. love. i'm so excited to wash my face tonight!!! eeeeee!!!!!!!

but don't worry ya'll, the book is secure!!!!! oh, and if you haven't looked into these books and you liked the twilight genre, go take a peek. LOVE. IT.

sooooooooooo excited that it's the thickest of them all. lust. i could EAT IT, it's so big, ooohhhh i love me a fat sandwich book!!!!!!!

five questions game!!!

so, i found this over at Psuedo, and SHE linked it from Laura at Under the Sheets and i thought, hey, GREAT idea for a post when i'm feeling tired, so tired, so very very tired.

FIVE QUESTIONS GAME!!!!!!!!!! yah! yeah! ya!


1) What gets you out of bed in the morning?

dread.

haha, joking.

but really. i usually set about four alarms on my cell phone... the first starting at around 6 if i have to shower in the morning and 6.30 if i showered the night before. my hair is really long, takes forevah if i shower in the morning and i usually look like a wreck. so. like today, first alarm went off at 6.30, then 6.45, 6.55, 7.10. by 7.10 i'm usually in the bathroom gettin ready, but... man, some days that 7.10 really helps me out. i've gotten ready in ten minutes flat before. from getting up to sittin in the car. no joke. i use a hair straightener, throw on some mascara, some clothes and BAM i'm gone.

however, i'm not a morning person, and for a person who's not a morning person who also despises her job, mornings suck extra for me. i just deal.

2) What scares you and how often do you think about it?

being alone. as in, something happening to the two most important people in my life. that scares me a lot, and i try not to think about it.

if we're talking 'fears' here, i am deathly afraid of heights. moreso the falling thing. doesn't really work well with me. also? snakes, after watching this 'deadliest snakes of the wild' show on the discovery channel. also the doctor and the dentist. cuz in my case, it's usually bad news.

3) How important is making a home to you? For example do you like a home to meditate in, cook good food or have people over?

it is sooooo important for my home to be a safe haven for me. i'm a cancer- by nature we like to curl up in on ourselves and hide. all of my friends have always commented that my home is so 'mature', i.e. even when i was a starving college kid i had a 'full house', as in, couch, coffee table, area rug, lamps, decorations, television with coordinating stand, all of my bedroom furniture, a bathroom with matching stuff in it (ahem. it was hello kitty. vlad made me cut that cord when we moved in together officially.) etc etc.... bc i like to have a complete home. no egg crates or futons for me, nope.

right now we're still working on our house, it's hard bc we're both so busy and we both want to do it ourselves and the RIGHT way- not just throw crap in the closet, call it a day. i want to put things where they belong and get organized. unfortunately that means my dining room is kinda full of bags full of... well i'm not sure what, most likely purses and shoes and clothes. that's what i'm tackling tonight.... eep.

4) Where in the world would you like to travel to next?

well, i'm going to take a trip soon, where my mom and i will get on amtrak, head to washington d.c. for the day, then train it on down to florida to visit my aunt who's preggers right now. she's having a little girl, Olivia, and my mom and i are going for a week to help her with the baby. then we're off to DISNEYWORLD which i know this sounds bad, bc well... family should come first... i should be most excited about meeting my cousin... but... DISNEYWORLD PEOPLE. and we're staying at the polynesian and.. and... and then my mom goes home after a week and vlad comes up and we do disney for three days and then we do sarasota for four!! eeeeeep i'm so excited for this trip. it's my 'light at the end of the long, hard, dark, craptastic tunnel'.

if we're talkin fantasy, i would, in a heartbeat, pick up and go to Greece. for some reason i'm itching to go there for a month. or two. or forever. who knows.

first i'd have to get really in shape and get a tan. those greeks are TAN!!!!! two of my close friends have family and houses over in greece and go for months at a time. i swear i'm going to sneak into their suitcase next time.

5) What's your favorite Anti Aging Skin Product?

well,........ i use garnier moisturizing lotion that comes in a lil pot. so far i like it. i have wrinkles, they freak me out, once i'm out of this crappy job and can focus on myself for once i'm going to figure out what products will take care of this weird papery thang happenin' on my forehead. i no likey.

and now i'm going to duck while i say, i use no anti-aging products other than that and drinking pomegranite juice so i don't get hit with the glares of my more 'mature' readers or see them flippin me off.

suck it yo.

first off, let me say that i love ya'll. the comments yo have left me lately are what drives me thru the day, no joke, seriously.

that said? if ya'll don't try chalula? enter, intervention on your ass. cuz i am that serious about it.

in case you're like my husband and can't eat spicy, i will let you ride free. with a doctors note.

cholula is serious, yo.





on to other things. as in. i left work at about 2.3o bc i felt so bad. had to deal with 'the shit', people telling me i wasn't really feeling bad and ANYONE can drive on a migraine, it's ALL IN YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!

meanwhile, i went home. screw that. life is too short to wallow and suffer. i suffered. until 3.20 in the frickin afternoon when i SHOULD have called in after my husband so lovingly told me, 'you look like crap, go to bed, you shouldn't go to work like this.' ehm, thanks babe, i think?


also? cut to last night. so it's no joke that vlad, my husband, drives a sports ccar. he does. expensive. i don't like to talk about it, bc we don't define ourselves by our material posessions. but.

it rocks. i have to say, this car, and me, we're TIGHT. we love each other. white chocolate hearts love each other.

i won't tell you what it is. you can email me if you want to know.

so okay. cut to me, we just bought a grill, i'm all excited, kaboobs are my heaven, so i drive to the grocery store for fuel. and then.

AND. THEN.

i stop at the stop sign that's in every parking lot. a white car starts to yell atg me. the driver. i shrug. whatevs.

and then she starts to yell some more.

and then, she turns, and i'm all, you know, life is too short, i just want to park so i can get my steak on.

and then she puts her car in park. and let me tell you, you know those stop signs in the parking lots? YEAH. i stopped. i waited for her to turn into the parking row. she was yelling, waving her arms, goin balistic before i ever went near her. and yeah. she turned.

i wanted to park! to shop! so pulled behind her, expecting nothing. and then.

she threw her car into park and got OUT OF THE CAR. uh, sorry, but i'm a little skinny ass white girl, pardon me while i run into the corner. much as i wanted to smack her ass up, she was HUGE.


needless to say, i booked my ass outta there like a little girl. but really. i am not ashamed to admit that you never know.

you. never. know. the shit that people carry. i want to live, not die in some crappy ass grocery store parking lot.

i can say now that i wish that woman lots of love and caring. and trust me, it took me HOURS and DAHYS to say that. DAHHHHYS. i need to be the better person. but. it. is. hard.

bitch was crazy yo.



i'm afraid of jewel (my local shoppn hole) and i'm ashamed to say i am.

but you never know.

what if this crazy woman who totally got out of her car and started to walk toward me... what if she had a gun?

and really? i ask ya'll. do expensive sports cars cause you to do this shit?????

i think, nah. ya'll are sane. this woman, scared, the, be JESUS outta me.

i can't even grocery shop without this shit happening. and people wonder why i love the internet and my bloggy friends and my safe lil circle.




cuz all those peeps on the outside? you all are crazy as SHIT YO, and i am afraid of you, and quite frankly, i think you suck.

go suck it.

yeah. i said it. to all of those nasty angry people, i wish you well, but honestly? suck it.