Fug Thursday, Late and with no Photo

So I was walking this evening with my friend E, and we were catching up on each other's goings on since she no longer works with me (boo!). As we were about to hit the water coolers (RunTex provides water for our hike and bike trail) we see a woman running in what can only be described as a sports bra and bikini bottom. This was no triathalon "bottom". E can back me up on this. It was a skimpy bathing suit bikini bottom. And she was running. That part wouldn't be soooo bad, but as we were taking a sip of water, I almost spit mine out because bikini-lady was stretching with her leg up on a bar. Legs spread, bikini bottom, you get the picture. Lady, I don't want to see your sweaty cooch so put on some shorts when you're in public. Or at least keep your legs closed.

I haven't been around much because I'm working on a huge project at work, and I've been working a lot of overtime. I'm trying to read blogs in my "spare" time, but I don't have time to comment. LYLAS!

You Stink, Revisited

Grown men should NOT (and I mean NEVER) smell like baby powder. NOT. EVER.

Not What I Paid For

Since a few people have asked me about the flooring situation, I'll give you a short update. We took Friday off and stained the concrete. All we have left to do is seal it, paint the new drywall, move the furniture back in and call it DONE. I will then be able to park in the damn garage again. There was one tiny glitch in the whole plan. The color we bought was "Golden Wheat". Beige. Like carpet. Here is the sample from the website:

Um, yeah, it came out a rusty orange color. You can still see the old vinyl tile marks, so I'm calling it "Saltillo Tile" and moving on. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. We're going to use the same wheat color in the master, and there's no vinyl tile in there, so I'm betting the color will turn out more true to the picture since there is no adhesive to remove.

Also, in the vein of not what I paid for, we're now being asked to do things at work that we're not getting paid to do. As in, things that a supervisor would normally do. We are now a little over 2 months without a boss, and it has been okay I guess. We recently noticed that our company removed the job ads for our supervisor position from all the career websites which makes me think they have no intention of hiring anyone (I'm smart like that). So, in the meantime, we're being asked to promote our group around the firm. We don't have time. We're supporting 5 offices with 4 people who all do very different things. If I'm gone from my desk for too long, I end up with a billion emails and voicemails. I don't have time or energy (or desire) to schmooze with the higher-ups. So, my co-worker called a meeting with the big-man to talk about salary. If they're not going to hire a supervisor, and we're going to be expected to do the work, then we should at least get an increase in pay to help with the increase in work. Right?

No word yet from my meeting the other day. Tick tock people. One way or the other, just let me know.

Is it just me, but are prices on everyday stuff going up? I swear, I bought the usual stuff at the grocery store last night, and it cost me $171 vs. the normal $120-130. I bought a few extra things, but I also didn't buy any household items like toilet paper or detergent like I normally do. My money just doesn't seem to be going as far as it usually does.

I have 42 sick hours and 77 vacation hours. I'm just saying. And because I have no money (see previous paragraph), I think I'll be taking a week off and sleeping. Any tips on what to do with vacation time (that has to be used) when you have no cash?

Crappity Crap

I just realized that I'm invited to a good friend's wedding taking place the same day as the blogger blowout. Crap.

My Little "Meeting"

So I had a "meeting" at noon today. I think most of you know about it. I have to be kind of vague about it. I dunno. It was okay, not great. I wish I could learn not to babble. My head is telling me to SHUT UP, but there goes my mouth, "BLAH, BLAH, BLAH and did I mention BLAH?" The woman was soooo nice, and the vibe was really good. I left with a decent feeling in my gut about everything, except she didn't ask me for my references which I take as a bad sign, and we didn't discuss the most important thing, you know, the stuff you need to pay for things? They did ask me about availability, so I guess that's good. I'm going to send out my thank you notes today, so they will arrive tomorrow. I fully believe that things are meant to be, so if it doesn't happen, then there is something better around the corner. Bonus: I walked 8 blocks in my new 3 inch heels and they didn't hurt my feet!

Hunters, Turn Away Now

I'm going to get on my soapbox for just a minute. I hate hunting. All hunting. I don't get it and I never will. I've had a good 30 years to think about this. Well, apparently Troy Lee Gentry of the country group Montgomery Gentry bought a bear named Cubby for $4650, put it in a pen, and shot and killed it with a bow and arrow. Like I said before, I don't like ANY kind of hunting, but this is especially bad. It's not really hunting if the bear is in a PEN. To me, this just says he likes to kill stuff. And that's scary. The great part is, he tried to pass it off as a wild bear, and now he's in deep doo doo. If he's convicted, faces five years in federal prison and a $20,000 fine. Good riddance as far as I'm concerned. Oh, and Troy? Let's see how you like being hunted in "the pen" (Ha! Did you catch that pun?? I slay myself!)

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/08/16/people.troyleegentry.ap/index.html

A Long Overdue Bulleted List

Here are some things that came to me this evening:

• I love Careless Whisper (any George Michael, really). Guilty feet, indeed.
• I hate the dust and dirt that collects on my sweat when I walk on the hike and bike trail. I end up all gritty and dirty. It's been a two-shower-a-day kind of week.
• Central Market's tortilla soup ain't that great.
• I love Laughing Cow cheese....any cheese for the most part...
• I hope my husband can work enough hours today and tomorrow (he's at work right now) so he can take Friday off with me to finally stain the floor.
• I get really pissed and grossed out when one of my darling dogs who shall remain nameless (DULCE) climbs behind the baby gate and CHOWS down on cat poo in the litterbox. She had litter all over her mouth. Ew.
• Found out my shitty neighbors tailgated my friend/neighbor all the way to a major thoroughfare, then sped around her, only to get pulled over by a cop on a side street HAHAHA. Karma's a bitch.
• I wish I didn't feel guilty about buying a $14.99 shirt at Target.
• Why must I have a pimple between my eyes? It's small, but still.
• I'm getting excited about the big 3-0.
• I really didn't think Kate Hudson and Chris Robinson would break up, but then again, I had high hopes for Dave and Carmen.
• Go read this post. Because it's funny. And I can't stop laughing about it.
• I need to do something with my dried out wedding bouquet.
• I need to tell you about my latest Michael's experience. I'm still pissed about it. WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE EVER.
• I hate the lyrics to the new Nelly Furtado song. Promiscuous? Come on. Could you TRY to be a little more creative?

I guess that's all I can come up with right now. My camera batteries are d-e-a-d, otherwise I would have shown you my dirt/sock line and my dog's dirty cat litter chin. Aren't you sad you missed THAT!

If You Know Fashion, Apply Within

The following is a totally hypothetical situation. I LOVE thinking up hypothetical situations. It's like role playing without the stupid skit. So hypothetically, if one has a meeting regarding possible employment at a certain establishment that displays art (but it's not a gallery) what would one wear? The person does not own a suit, and does not have the money to buy one, so that would be out. Here's what I would tell them to wear: black pinstriped pants, bright colored/trendy shirt, short black jacket, long beaded necklace, black pumps? Any thoughts, comments, suggestions?

Here are some more photos of my dog for those of you are interested:

You're Rude

Here's my bitch for the day. Say a certain someone (ahem) sets up a requested lunch training for a large group of people. And say 25 people RSVP that they are coming. And say during the next couple of weeks, some people drop out. Cool. The day of, let's say a few more people can't make it. Cool. No biggie. So let's say that 14 people have confirmed the day of that they are coming. RSVP YES. As in WILL BE THERE. And when the training starts, guess how many people show up?

3.

You heard me.

3 fucking people had the decency to show up since they said they would. So here's my REAL bitch. Today, the secretary of one of the asses that DIDN'T show up asked me if I was going to provide training on this certain application. Um, I already did. And there was lunch. And dessert. And the ass you work for didn't show up. Come to think of it, you didn't show up to the staff training I ALSO set up. So now you're demanding that I set up another training?

I'm sorry, I support 4 different computer applications plus training on those applications for 5 offices. I don't have time for your irresponsibility.

Whew, I feel better now.

Everything is Normal

with the ultrasound, that is. Normal ovaries, normal uterus, normal appendix. The assistant I talked to said, "The doctor wants you to come back if the pain is persistent or worsens." Um, it IS persistent which is why I went to see a doctor in the first place. Fine, have it your way. I guess I'll wait until I have appendicitis, and then I'll be done with all this.

Some small progress is being made on the naked photo front. I'm still walking a lot with my sister (damn it's hot outside) , and I've been adding more elliptical machine to the mix. I did 20 min on Fri, 30 on Sat., and 20 minutes on Sun. That's an extra 700 calories burned! I made the executive decision to stop taking a steroid I was on because it wasn't doing what it supposed to, so maybe that will help a little. I really like how walking has become part of my life. It's not a chore. I totally look forward to it, and I feel healthy which is the most important part.

We have walls! We have baseborads! I would have posted photos, but I can't upload them. The drywallers came on Friday and fixed the holes that were cut from the water leak. The hubs purchased the floor stain and are ready to go! I just have to mop a couple of times tonight, and we can get started. I think we'll have it done by this weekend. If it works, then it's on to the master bedroom. I LOVE NOT HAVING CARPET. I despise carpet. With a passion.
Update:
Before:
After: Before: After:
That's all for now. I need to get some caffiene. TIRED.

Shoes Anyone?

I found this at Karla May's and I've watched it about 5 times. I made my husband watch it twice, and now he's pissed because he can't stop singing it. It's very Kids in the Hall-esque, so if you don't like that style humor, you might not get this. And then I can't be your friend anymore:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XvwaiOtups&eurl=

You are welcome. Shoes.

Awesome

I just had dinner and drinks with Lucky to go over the photos she took of Dulce, one of my dogs. She is so awesome. I'm sure you saw this one on her site (which is one of my favorites):


Here's another one. If you look REALLY closely, you will see a bit of Dulce's tongue hanging out:

There are so many good ones, it's hard to choose which ones I want. I want all of them! Anyway, I think she's great, and she's so much fun. I found out I'm only 2 days older than her!!! Weird. I can only imagine what will happen when we attend the Dallas Blogger Blowout in October. It should be interesting...

Your Girls Look, Um, Sad

This is no better than lingerie. Put some fucking clothes on when you're in public. At the very LEAST put on a bra. Your girls will thank you. Oh, and that lipstick color does NOTHING for you. Just a tip. That is all.

Stolen Fun

I got this from Lori...

9 Lasts...
1. Last place you were: Home
2. Last drug used: Synthroid/Cytomel
3. Last beverage: Coffee
4. Last kiss: Doc (the dog) licked my nose
5. Last movie seen: Broken Flowers (terrible ending)
6. Last phone call: To my husband
7. Last cd played: Depeche Mode (I LOVE them, FYI.)
8. Last bubble bath: Last year, I'm sure
9. Last time you cried: Sunday

8 Have You Evers...
1. Have you ever dated someone twice: yes
2. Have you ever been cheated on: Not that I know of, but I'm sure it's possible it happened
3. Have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it? Yes
4. Have you ever fallen in love: Yes
5. Have you ever lost someone: Yes
6. Have you ever been depressed: Down, yes, but not full on depressed
7. Have you ever been out of the country: Mexico, Canada, France, Germany, Spain, Austria, Italy, Switzerland and a few other countries I can't remember. My dad likes to travel.
8. Have you ever been on TV: No

7 States You've Been To...
1. California
2. New Mexico
3. Nevada
4. New York
5. Illinois
6. Colorado
7. Louisiana

6 Things You've Done Today...
1. Blogged
2. Kissed my husband
3. Checked my email
4. Wondered why I'm still doing my job
5. Edited a database
6. Had a good laugh with a co-worker

5 Favorite Things...
1. My family and dogs
2. SLEEPING IN
3. Shoes
4. Getting real mail
5. Coffee in bed

4 People You Can Tell Almost Anything...
1. My sister
2. The Rockstar
3. My mom
4. Weezie, E and H...it's a toss up

3 Favorite Colors...
1. Red
2. Black
3. Pink

2 things you want to do before you die...
1. Figure out what I'm good at and do it for a living
2. Take a two week vacation

1 thing you regret...
1. Although I firmly believe that things happen for a reason, I wouldn't have let that semi-one night stand turn into a four year relationship.

I Can't *Heart* That

Okay, I love a good bumper sticker. I really do. I think my favorite was "No One Died When Clinton Lied" and "Bush Made me a Democrat". Not that I was ever Republican, but I like that one when I see it. Because I think, wow, that person is SMART! Another favorite of mine is "George Bush is not from Texas!" We all know the truth. That being said, everyone is entitled to their opinion, BUT today when driving to the doctor I saw one that says "I *heart* Gitmo". Um, what? And they were serious, too. There were a ton of Bush and Perry stickers covering the back of the truck. Who *hearts* denying people their fundamental right to due process of law? WHO?

I read on Wikipedia that on the "10th of June 2006 three Guantánamo Bay detainees committed suicide. The military reported the men hanged themselves with nooses made of sheets and clothes. One of the men was first detained when he was a juvenile. They each had been imprisoned for the past four years, but never charged with a crime. Before June 10th there had been 41 suicide attempts at the camp."

And you seriously *heart" that? Because I think it's sick and represents everything that's wrong with our country right now.

I'm Going With Appendix....

You might remember my recent post about the issue I had getting an appointment with my lady-doctor to talk about some pain AND doing my annual exam. Today's the day I'm supposed to go in for the pain, but here's the deal. It's not really pain so much as pressure. It's been happening for a long time, but it was so random (once every twos weeks or so) and lasted a few seconds, so I chalked it up to gas or a random cramp. Starting the week before last, it became a constant. It's like pressure or a dull ache. And sometimes it throbs, but it doesn't hurt. It's very hard to explain. It's right around the lower right-hand part of my abdomen, so of course my first thought is my ovary. I did some googling, and it's also very close to my appendix. I'm trying not to worry, but all I can think about is ovarian cancer. Nevermind that I have none of the risk factors and only one of the symptoms. I'm a worrier, what can I say. Anyway, 11:30 can't get here fast enough. All I want is an answer so my mind can calm down a bit.

Update: I'm back and feeling a little better, even though I don't really know any more than I did this morning. My doctor (whom I adore---I don't think I mentioned that yet) did a pelvic exam (a very thorough one, I might add) and couldn't tell anything, so I have to schedule an ultrasound to see if there are any cysts, etc. She had me show her the exact spot of the pressure and she said it was directly where my appendix is, although it could be a cyst coming off my ovary. If the ultrasound doesn't reveal anything, then they do a laproscopy so they can actually SEE what's going on, and at that point, they will take out my appendix. She said even if it doesn't look funny or inflamed, 9 times out of 10, the pain goes away with the removal of the appendix. Huh. I guess I won't know more until next week. And one last thing....I weighed 4 pounds less than I did at home. Go figure. My scale is going in the trash. It obviously sucks.