Booty In A Box~Song Choice for Saturday

I can't believe that I haven't used this song before because I absolutely love it! I had never watched the video for Ms.New Booty until tonight. Even if it isn't your kind of music, check this out. Funny video. Yeah it objectifies women a little, but it is all about the booty.

"Fixes that stuff up!"

In The Words Of Bill Gates

I got an e-mail that I found very interesting. I happen to agree 100%. What do you think?

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6 : If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault; so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Administrative Professionals Day

Back in the day they would have called it Secretaries Day, but that is now politically incorrect. I'm sure somewhere out there it is politically incorrect to address us as "dear, sweetie, honey", but it happens on the regular. I am not overly caught up in all the correctness. Hell, I wouldn't have such good rapport with my customers if I was that stiff at my office. Of course, I deal with contractors all day. Nuf said about that.

The general manager took me to lunch today. I had a wonderful seafood chowder to start and this incredible chicken dish with a brae (did I spell that right? the cheese I mean) and strawberry sauce served with spinach salad. Yummy. My belly is still full. I even enjoyed a couple of beer with my meal. It was all I could do to stay awake for the rest of the day! All I really wanted after lunch was to have a nap. Alas, it was very busy so no rest for the wicked. Happy Administrative Professionals Day to all of you admin workers out there. Hope you got some flowers, lunch or some other form of recognition for all of your hard work. Without us, the offices wouldn't tick. I am clapping and cheering for you now...hope it makes you feel special. :)

Go Shorty, It's your Birthday

3 of my best girls have birthdays during the month of April. Today's song choice is a shout out to my ladies...In Da Club by 50Cent. Go, go, go, go shorties!

Sometimes I Just Gotta Dance

I sometimes just bring up my blog, turn the music on and dance in the living room. Only when I am alone. Does that make me a little weird? Not that I care. I will continue to get my groove on the the living room with or without your blessing.

Leap Of Faith

Taking it to the next level...Jumping in with both feet...Taking the plunge...Buying Shit together

We are officially amalgamating our lives, the boyfriend and I. We bought a car today. We traded in my shitbox Hyundi and bought a 2005 Honda Civic. It is not sporty. A 4 door sedan. Excellent for transporting children from place to place, but not horrible at the gas pumps.

I have been self sufficient for some time and while I know this is such a very positive step in the relationship, I couldn't help feeling that I was giving up just a bit more of myself. I rely on me. That's how it is. Now I rely on him. It's bizarre that I feel this way. We've been living together for almost a year now, but it's just that now we have something big together to pay for. Obligations. I hope this doesn't come accross with a negative tone. I really feel quite happy to have a great new car that does not omit blue smoke at intersections. I just wanted to say what I was thinking is all.

I want to say a special thanks to my guardian dad...who I know checks in on me. He gave me a car a few years back when he moved. I sold it and put it to good use for my household. He's probably reading and thinking "I gave her a perfectly good car. Why didn't she keep that one?". I apreciated that gift so very much. It was a beautiful black sexy car, but it was so big and I couldn't drive it without worrying that I was going to back it into someone...it was so damn big!

Introducing Gertrude

Ok, so because I am slightly vain, I bitched about my sore eye a lot last night. The boyfriend and I were making jokes about it all evening. I went to plug in the light in the living room, looked at him and said "should I leave the light off, maybe? keep it dim so we aren't distracted by it?". Then he says "you should just punch yourself in the eye so it looks like you got in a fight!", which I admit, would be amusing but I don't like pain that much.

I woke up this morning and my eye was swollen. I didn't even bother with the make-up. Wouldn't have made any difference anyway. It immediately made me think of my blogger friend Catherinette who calls her blemishes "Simone". I just went looking for her post with the stick lady Simone, but couldn't find it. I have always called mine Gertrude...same name as the maid barbie (the cheap ones whose limbs don't bend) I played with as a child. It also made me wish I could wear an eye patch, but there's a downside to that according to Pistols. I thought about that and laughed some more. It will all be over soon.

It's 10, 10, 10 Zits In One!

I have this huge monster bulbous zit on the bridge of my nose. Of course it is on the side where my hair parts, and the same side as my mangled eyebrow. I swear to god I may be blind by tomorrow. It is actually obstructing view on the right side of my face. I feel disgusting. Yuck!

Let's Talk About The Big "C"

No, I am not talking about the nasty "C" word some people use to describe certain women!

My son saw the Orthopedic Surgeon today. He went with his father as I missed so much work last week I couldn't get out. He called me when he got home to fill me in. Turns out that the reason we got an appointment so quickly is because my family doctor indicated that it could be...Cancer. Hey, if it gets him an appointment more quickly I guess, but ouch! I don't even want to consider that this could actually be the case. The surgeon says that he does not believe it's cancer, but he is sending Seth for an MRI just to be sure. I will keep you posted.

Song Choice for Another Saturday

I don't have much commentary on this song, I just like dancing to it. This week I have chosen Elevator by Flo Rida (featuring Timberland). Enjoy!

Welcome to the Sick House

It's been a really crazy week. The boys' dad went away last weekend so they came back home a couple of days early. The excitement started right away with Seth limping around with a sore foot. He has a lump that has been on his foot for some time now. We have been to the doctor and had an x-ray over a year ago, but they didn't find anything alarming. Anyhow, Seth asked me to take him to the doctor again as it is causing him discomfort. We went on Monday afternoon and she has given a referral to an Orthopedic Surgeon because she is not sure what the problem is. She said I could expect quite a wait to see the specialist. Perhaps 6 months or so. She also gave me a slip to get another x-ray as well. I had planned to give it to his dad so that he could take him one day next week, but I received a call from the Orthopedic Surgery department at the hospital saying that Seth was booked to see the doctor this coming Monday. We got the x-ray done yesterday so that he has all the information he needs. I am grateful that the appointment date is so soon, but couldn't help having a few moments of fear wondering if they are more concerned than letting on.

Sidney had to be picked up from daycare late Tuesday afternoon. He had a high fever and has a terrible cough. Luckily, it's just a bad cold and not strep throat, which is going around. He did, however, feel so bad that he hardly ate, slept a lot and was good as gold for a day and a half. He is still feeling sick but is his normal sassy self today. Seth started complaining of a headache yesterday and I had to keep them both home today. Did I mention Tyler was also sick this week and was here on Wednesday and is coming back today? I am getting the sniffles. I am going to have so much work to catch up on come Monday...ahhhh! This also sucks because one of my girls had a birthday yesterday and I am supposed to go to her party tonight. Don't care how shitty I feel, I am going out. The boyfriend can hold down the fort tonight.

Breaker, Breaker...We Have An Eyebrow Down

I should have heeded the words of my blogger friends. I wrote a post a while back about a home waxing kit that I bought. I used the quick strips to do my eyebrows that weekend and they looked great! I shape them by plucking but I go get them done every once in a blue moon just to make the shape nicer, you know? Anyhow, I decided at about 10:00pm last night that I would wax them again. All was going well until I went into the curve to get a few hairs. I cannot describe to you the emotions I experienced when I pulled the strip off! For starters, it was painful since I pulled a big chunk of the part of my brow that has never been removed before. PRETTY! So, after my mini stroke (and a quiet streak of curse words), I took a close look and tried to move what I had around to cover the error. Of course, I had to thin out the other brow to match. I asked Di this morning at work if she could tell. She said that she noticed they were plucked, but didn't notice the missing hair until I said something. The boyfriend, on the other hand, had a good chuckle when I came out of the bathroom last night. Can't blame him, really. Kinda serves me right. I'm thinking I will just go ahead and shell out the cash next time. Sometimes I have to just learn from my mistakes...ridiculous!

Song Choice for Saturday

K, so as you can see I am a slacker. I did one song choice, then missed the next week. Here's to a fresh start. I chose 4 Minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake (featuring Timberland). Quite an interesting combination I think. I have always been a Madonna fan. I don't think she is necessarily the best singer but she really knows how to sell herself. She has a presence. I would absolutely love to see her in concert. Incidentally, my sister saw Justin Timberlake in Los Vegas and got a nice ass shot.

Butterflies And Memories

So after posting about warm woolen blankets in February, I received a few calls from loved ones and have been thinking about my mother a lot. I always get a jolt when I come in contact with someone who knew her. I soak in every word. Every last one. My life has had so many stages, so many directions it seems. I tend to categorize things in my mind...when my parents were together, when I lived with Mom and her boyfriend, when mom died, living with a new family, and so on into adult life.

She made quite an impression on me. In my adult mind I can recall things from childhood, times with her, specifically conversations we had that I understand so clearly now. She loved to write letters. She always had pretty writing paper. I used to love watching her write at the kitchen table and she had this paper with butterflies on the top left and bottom right of each page. I know because I have some of them right here by my computer. Actually, I am going to get a tattoo of one of the butterflies on the writing paper. Mom loved butterflies. God, she loved them! We bought her a serving tray set with 8 coasters that have actual butterfly wings behind the glass. A little morbid I suppose, but she also had a couple preserved ones in these fancy metal containers. She would show them to me sometimes. They looked so alive. I remember trying to catch butterflies between my fingertips in our yard as a very young child so that I could bring them into the basement and let them fly a little. I always let them go though.

You know what? I found (this is gonna sound backwoods but...) my mom's boyfriend's daughter on the facebook. We haven't seen one another since very early in 1985. We talked a little once I added her to my friends list, but just lately she sent me a link. She makes beaded jewelery and while looking at it, I found something cute and sent an e-mail to ask if she could make one with butterflies instead of flowers. The e-mail she sent me back was so beautiful I really want to share it with you.

I haven't really seen any butterflies, but I haven't really looked. Next time I go bead shopping I will look for butterflies. I remember how much your mom used to love butterflies. There used to be a field next to the Mall (condos there now) that had milkweed, and in the summer one day, dad, your mom and I walked through and their was a ton of monarch butterflies - so beautiful; one of my fond memories.

I sat there staring at the screen for a few moments, then wrote back...

Thank you for sharing that with me. That's a lovely memory. Did you like my mother? Was she kind, or were you rather indifferent regardless? I had many mixed feelings for my father's wife, although she was always kind to me and I grew to love her very much. I was really just curious. There's not many people that I talk to about her that knew her. Thank you. If you find some butterflies i would love a bracelet with some on it.

She sent me back an e-mail that just made me well up. It's ok, really. It sort of feels good but also makes me think of sad times. This girl used to come and stay with us on weekends quite regularly. The way that Ty does here with us, you know? It sort of mattered to me at that moment how she felt being the one walking into our home. This is a woman who has had a rough road. A horribly abusive pig of a stepfather. She was eventually taken from her home and put into foster care. I thought about that after reading the mail...neither of us had knights for dads (you know, to rescue us from circumstance)...life goes on.

I thought she was awesome! She was an incredible woman. She was very kind to me, and she loved you and Rodney very much. I have some good memories of her and some very sad memories. I remember her loving the beach and the sun, and that I was really relaxed around her, especially with everything going on with me and the abuse I was suffering at home. I remember her speaking very fast French when she was talking to her Mom and Dad. She was a happy person, a good person, a very special person. She was a quiet, private person, but good with people. She had a wonderful laugh. After she passed, I know Dad was never the same again, and fell into such a dark depression. He loved her so much, and was so heartbroken. She was the love of his life. I only talk to Dad once in a while, we haven't really been close, but he is my Dad, and I love him.Anyway, I will look for some butterflies - I will think of Audrey when I do.Keep in touch.

Incidentally, I haven't seen her father since Mom's funeral. See? Welling up again just reading it there. I realize this doesn't mean as much to all of you as it does to me, but it made me feel really good to add it here. Another little e-mail I received said this:

People often have nice things to say about another person once they pass away..But in the case of your mother it's all true..She really was a sweet lady.

I feel good about that.

Does Worker's Comp Cover This?

I stabbed myself in the finger with a pen today. I actually drew blood! What is wrong with me? I was in the process of tearing into a 12 pack of post-it notes when the pen slipped from the plastic packaging and landed in my finger. Nice. Do you think the ink will cause an infection?