Archive for January, 2007
I went to the station for coffee this morning, as I mentioned in my previous post. As we were sitting there, it was me, the Cleaning Lady, the Crush and two other co-workers. One of these co-workers will be called The Funny Guy from here on out in this post.
The Funny Guy and The Crush are partners. They ride everyday together and are good friends too.
One day last week, when I was there for coffee, we were talking about sex. Now, as most of you know, I am so not shy when it comes to talking about sex with people I know. Or even on here. I have a very open mind and some of my friends tell me I think like a guy (however that is) when it comes to relationships and sex (maybe that’s been my problem? hmmm).
Back to my point. We were talking about sex and we were also talking about some of the women who work for the same place we do. We specifically were talking about the women who “sleep” their way through a substation or bureau.
Somehow we got onto the subject of being selective when choosing partners to sleep with. Whether on the department or not. They made one comment and I said we could all be a little more selective.
The Funny Guy then says to me….”Well she’s a moped.” I was stumped. I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. So I asked what he meant.
He went on to explain to me that the girl who was the subject of our conversation was a moped. He also said what it meant was that it was fun to ride and you didn’t mind riding it, you just don’t want to get CAUGHT riding it. I almost peed my pants I was laughing so hard.
This topic got me to thinking “how many men in my life could I compare to a moped?” Seriously. How many men in my past could I consider mopeds? Looking back now, number 1, I never should have been with them. Number 2, I was ashamed of being with them – how horrible of me to admit that. Number 3, I don’t want anyone in my life to know (save the few exceptions listed below).
WOW!!! That list is long, my friends. LOL. I think back on some of my previous relationships (long and serious or short and sweet) and I immediately think of at least three. A few of them I will take to my grave. No one in my RL will ever know (well save a few close exceptions – Mom, best friends, etc). As far as I’m concerned, they never happened.
And so on that note, I’m going to go take my sheets out of the dryer and go to sleep. Chloe is already sleeping on my bed and Josie is wandering around whimpering for one reason or other. I’ll check it out.
Until next time….
In my never ending quest to entertain you folks (OK, fine….entertain myself) here on this blog, I wanted to let you all know I’ve joined the throngs of people who have webcams. I then signed up on this chat thing. It was quite interesting to say the least.
The first two people to come into the chat room were two strangers. Men. At first, my thought was “Oh God, perves” and one turned out to be pretty cool, added him to my friends list. The other one? Well let’s just say Jesus is playing around on Stickam. The guy looked like Jesus. Of course, it wasn’t really Jesus (just for you folks who can’t tell when I’m being sarcastic).
Some of the girls I chat with on DIST came by and chatted with me for a few minutes. That was cool. I actually got to see what two of them looked like. The third didn’t have her cam on cause she was going to sleep.
I’m going to be searching for blogging material tonight when I get home from the gym. I’ll surf Askmen.com and iVillage.com for material to pick apart or laugh at.
I went to the station yesterday for coffee. The Crush is his normal happy self. Same shit, different day. I found myself getting really impatient and I kicked myself in the ass cause I know he hasn’t taken care of his shit yet, so I wouldn’t want it to go any further anyway right now. Impatience is a bitch, my friends.
Everytime I walk through the halls at work to go to the smoking area, I pass all those Valentine’s Day decorations I bitched about yesterday. I’m beginning to just watch the floor as I walk rather than leave my head up and look around me. That way, I won’t have to see them!
My boss is going out of town Thursday and so that day I’ll get to have time to finish organizing and shredding old paperwork that has been sitting in my new office since I got there. It will also be a short day for me cause he hates it when I work and he’s not here. Go figure!
I applied to draw out of my deferred comp retirement plan to help mom and I along in our quest to get out of the house. Cross your fingers, pray, send happy/positive thoughts, whatever it is you do, for us, k?
On that note, I now must get my happy ass to work. Actually stop at the station first, get my morning kiss … I mean my morning coffee with my friends hahaha
Until next time….
Every now and then, I get into these seriously cynical moods. Normally, these moods are reserved for certain times of year or after certain situations in my life.
This mood, created yesterday, deals with Valentine’s Day. As I was walking down the hallway in the lab yesterday, I noticed that on a few of the windows to the labs and offices, there were little pink hearts and little red flowers/roses and teddy bears and red cupid stickers all over the windows.
I threw up in my mouth a little bit and ignored it. They weren’t on all the windows, so I chose to ignore it.
Today, as I was walking down the hallway (the same hallway on my way out to the smoking area), I noticed they put up MORE of these little stickers. All lovey dovey hearts and flowers and shit. I threw up in my mouth a little bit AGAIN.
I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s another reminder of being single. And seriously? I don’t need some over-commercialized fucking holiday to remind me I don’t have a valentine.
Every fucking window down those two hallways and the windows in the doors to some of the labs have these fucking stickers. It screams to me, “HEY!!! single girl, look at me, it’s Valentine’s Day” Fuck you and fuck that.
The logical and not so cynical side of me sees nothing wrong with couples celebrating the Valentine’s Day holiday created by commercialization. I find it romantic when couples do special things for their partner. I’d rather see it happen all year long than just one day a year.
I suppose I’ll have a valentine some day, but for today I hate Valentine’s Day.
I thought I was going to get a break today from the new girl at the station. I had not talked to her all day until about 12:30, she called with a list of questions. I was on the phone with her for 45 minutes because, once again, she didn’t try to figure it out herself. She immediately picks up the phone to ask me, instead of researching the answer herself.
A big part of our jobs as Admin Assistants is to be able to think for ourselves, make independent judgment decisions and basically keep whatever bureau we are assigned floating. I just can’t wrap my brain around her thought processes and so far, she has not been able to wrap her brain around the job processes. I think that she will eventually, but in the meantime I’m struggling with my patience.
That’s enough about work. I had a very busy weekend. On Saturday, I went to that bridal shower and then to a meeting that night, so I was out of my house from 1pm until 10pm. Yesterday, I went to a Las Vegas Wranglers hockey game. Had a great time, we were 6 rows back from the glass. The Wranglers won, so that put my friend MH in a good mood. She has season tickets and so she goes to all the home games. I get to go sometimes when her son or daughter-in-law can not go to the game with her.
I did not get any laundry done at all over the weekend. I’ll be doing one or two loads after work each night this week. Next weekend, I have a 5 year birthday on Friday to go too (a friend in GA) and then Saturday I don’t know what I have down, but I know I do – I have to look at my calendar. Sunday of next week I’m going to a Super Bowl party at a friends house. He works at the station I just left, so he invited me to go. I love SB parties. They are so fun!!
Mom and I talked about the house and as difficult as it is, we decided we need to get out from under the house. Even if the market comes back up and we can re-finance, we would not be able to afford the payments. We can barely afford it now with all our other bills and the like. We will be better off financially (and emotionally) getting a rental for less money and being able to save up for another house in a few years.
It was a difficult decision to make and I don’t think either one of us really want to move again, we love this house. However, it’s going to bankrupt us in one way or another. Financially or emotionally. Not worth it in my opinion.
We are going to start collecting boxes and I’m going to start collecting volunteers to help us move. I will buy pizza and beer (or soda) for the ones who do show up to help. You know how that will go, right? They will say yes, they’ll help and then 50% of them will flake and not show. At least the other 50% will show up and I know of at least three who have said they’d definitely help and I know I can count on them.
Until next time….
I haven’t been reading as many blogs as I usually do lately. My time has been spent chasing this:
Chloe is very energetic and fun to play with. I have the scratches on my arms and hands to prove it too! Josie has been phenomenal with her and plays with her all the time. In this picture, Chloe was getting ready to pounce on Josie. It was so darn cute!
She tries to chew everything from our shoes, to our blankets, to our fingers. She uses the doggy door on her own (yes, she is only 8 weeks old). She chases Josie everywhere. As a matter of fact, she chases US everywhere.
She is full of energy and we are so in love with this puppy. She is the cutest thing ever.
Until next time…
When I woke up this morning and walked into the kitchen to make coffee, I realized my coffee maker was broke. When it overflowed a few weeks ago, it killed it. It’s dead. I don’t know how to fix it. I had some tea instead. And then realized it had no caffeine. GAH!
I had a horrible headache by like 9:30 this morning. At 11:30, I laid down for a nap and got up at 12:30. Felt GREAT.
An old friend of mine is getting married in March. Actually two old friends are getting married. I went to her bridal shower today. It was in an Irish Pub in the Green Valley Ranch casino.
I’ve never been to the GVR before until today. It’s convoluted and it’s confusing cause I couldn’t tell (at first) which part was the GVR and which part was the District (shopping/living/restaurants). I finally found it and went inside.
We had a great time while there. I then went to a GA meeting cause it was on that side of town and I didn’t want to drive all the way home (cause it’s on the other side of the universe).
After the meeting a group of about 12 of us went to a bar/grill type place down the street and had a great time chatting and talking.
I got home about 10 minutes ago and I’m pooped. I’m going to the gym tomorrow morning and a hockey game tomorrow night, so I’m going to go crash. I’m trying to get the dogs to play so they will wear Chloe out so I can sleep straight through tonight.
Cross your fingers for me!
Until next time….
I went to the station for coffee this morning with the Cleaning Lady, the Crush (I think the song Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls was written for this guy) and a few of the other guys. I really do miss working in that building. I went to my new office and the days just fly by there. Good Lord, I got there at 10 minutes until 7am and the next thing I knew it was noon. I was leaving for the day at 1pm because I had an appointment at the gym at 2pm.
I got to the gym a little early and so the trainer (that would be the Nazi from here on out) decided we would work on my arms today. Biceps and triceps. He then told me he wants me to do the hip adductor and abductor machines every single day. All I could think was “holy fuck.” It’s amazing how many F bombs I can drop while trying to finish my 15 reps of bicep or tricep training. My arms feel like jelly and I’m 100% positive they will be hurting tomorrow.
I noticed that whenever I was on the treadmill, I kept getting shin splints. OUCH is about all I could think of. I wasn’t finishing my cardio workouts cause it fucking hurt. So I talked to the Nazi today and he showed me some stretching to do before getting on the treadmill or if the stretching doesn’t work and I get the shin splints, I’m to pause the machine, get down off of it and stretch them again. Fun for me.
And instead of a straight 30 minutes of treadmill walking, he has me doing 10 minutes total. In that ten minutes, I am to walk as fast as I can ~ if not a slow jog for 30 seconds (WTF?!?!), then walk normal speed for 30 seconds and then set the incline at 15.0 for 30 seconds and keep doing those things for the 10 minutes. Holy fucking shit people. My heartrate shot up and stayed above 155 (my target is 156) the whole 10 minutes. GAH!
The Nazi also wants me doing abs every day (as they allow since I’m still healing from the surgery) and at that moment when he showed me the oblique work he wants me to do, I wanted to string him up by his nose hairs. Just so he would feel a little bit of the pain I do. HAHAHA
I tried something new at Quiznos today, the Honey Bourbon Chicken. Wheat bread, chicken(duh), tomato, lettuce and their two sauces they use. I thought it was going to be kinda of dry, but it wasn’t. It was actually pretty good.
As I’m sure all basketball fans know, the NBA All-Star game and festivities are being held here in Las Vegas in a few weeks. They are cancelling days off for my boss and a few other people to work the ICP (incident command post). They were then in need of clerical support to run the computer stuff. I volunteered. So I will be working 2 weeks straight. From the 11th until the 22nd. The festivities start on the 14th, but I’m not working until the 16th. I’m working 7 hours each day starting on the 16th until the 18th and then 3 hours on the 19th (it’s a holiday so I’ll get double time). I’ll be getting a total of 21 hours overtime for sitting in a room full of cops and watching a computer screen. Fun for me! Very well worth it when I get that paycheck.
The puppy and Josie have been driving me up the fucking wall tonight. They will not leave me alone. Chloe is whimpering and chewing on everything (yes, she’s been fed). Josie is just being a jealous little bitch and whimpering and whining and keeps trying to climb all over me.
I hurt. Don’t they get that? I worked out for an hour today – 30 minutes of that with the Nazi fucking making me do those 3 sets of 15 reps. 2 bicep exercises and 2 tricep exercises. Then he had me do two different oblique exercises. Fucker.
I’m complaining and I’m bitching, but once I get into shape, I’m going to be so loving it and I will be quite happy.
I’m now sitting here watching CSI (have I mentioned I love this show?) and wondering why the pups got so quiet. I think I’ll go find out.
Until next time….
In 1969 (the year you were born)
Richard Nixon becomes president of the US
Mary Jo Kopechne is killed when Senator Edward Kennedy veers off a narrow bridge on Chappaquiddick Island, crashing into a pond
US astronaut Neil Armstrong becomes the first person to set foot on the moon while commanding the Apollo 11 mission
Breathtaking pictures of Mars are transmitted to earth from NASA’s Mariner 7 as it passes within 2,200 miles of the Red Planet
Woodstock music festival begins in upstate NY, featuring performances by Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, and many more artists
250,000 Vietnam War protestors gather in Washington for the largest anti-war rally in US history
The first draft lottery since WWII is held in New York City
The Beatles’ performance in public for the last time, on the roof of Apple Records
The Stonewall riots mark the start of the modern gay rights movement in the US
Marilyn Manson, Jennifer Aniston, Renee Zellweger, Edward Norton, Christian Slater, and Linus Torvalds are born
New York Mets win the World Series
New York Jets win Superbowl III
Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup
Sesame Street premieres
Midnight Cowboy wins the Oscar for best picture
David Bowie’s debut single, “Space Oddity”, becomes a huge hit – in part due to the US landing on the moon
Sharon Tate & the LaBiancas are found murdered by Charles Manson & “family”