Photographic Memory

I'm Coming Back As This

I am conviced that in my next life, I should come back as this:

Can you say passed out?

I have been so behind.  I am greatly missing the freedom to surf the net any old time I want.  I feel so out of the loop on the blogging front.  I have been faithfully reading all the posts from my favorite bloggers, but haven't had the time or brain cells left to work up posts of my own.  I just can't seem to get into a routine here at home in the eveings.  Ho hum.  My big excitement is waiting for our stimulus check so we can send off our Karastan rug out to be cleaned.  Hot damn! 

I saw Sex and the City.  I enjoyed it, but admit I was dissapointed by a few things here and there.  It was good to see the girls back together talking trash though.  Has anyone else seen it?  What did you think?

P.S. This new format on Typepad is driving me INSANE.  It is incapable of even spellchecking without crashing my computer. 

So Many Changes

Trying again.  I have tried twice to post this and have been kicked offline each time.  Here we go again.  I think they have made so many changes to the "compose new post" section in Typepad that my laptop is rejecting it. 

I have been working like a dog and suffering from the cold from hell.  The kind where snot runs so freely that one is tempted to insert tampons and cover with duct tape.  But enough about me.  Let's move on to the more important news.  We have a new member of the family!  I present to you Miss Priscilla La Rue:

"Prissy" is a rescue we found through a pug and bulldog breeder we are familiar with out near Richmond.  She is three years old and is a total love bug.  The has been a kennel dog most of her life and has been through quite a hard time.  The people that had her before tried to get puppies out of her twice.  Both times, she suffered from what is called "milk fever" and became very ill.  During this disorder, the milk becomes toxic and can kill the puppies.  The first time, she lost all the puppies and the second time, fortunately there was a nursing mother able to be a surrogate for her two surviving babies.  Needless to say, Prissy's breeding days are behind her. 

She needs to be fixed, but other than that she is healthy and for the most part no worse for the wear.  She is so incredibly sweet and she and Billie are getting along well so far.  Structurally, her nose is better than most pugs, but she still snorts like a pig and snores like a bear!  I will post a better picture as soon as I can.   

Tag, I'm It!

The wonderful Mrs. Higrens over at Does this suit your copperosity? tagged me yesterday.

I am happy to oblige!

 

4 Things I did ten years ago (1998):

1. Celebrated my 5th wedding anniversary.

2. Went to Savannah, Georgia for the first time.  Fell. In. LOVE.  What a great place.

3. Was still working as manager of a shop in Colonial Williamsburg.  God, I hated that job. 

4. I got my 2nd chihuahua, Rosie.  She was the sweetest little fawn puppy.  SO small!

4 Things I did 5 years ago (2003):

1. I lost my 2nd chihuahua, Rosie.  (She turned out to be a very sick little dog.  ::sniff::)

2. I was in my 5th year at the bank and was promoted that year.

3. I went to Hilton Head for the first time.  Another fabulous place.

4. I got my 3rd chihuahua, Pecos.  (A.K.A. "Pocus".  He was a pudgy, 6 year old tri-color with long hair.)

4 Things I did yesterday:

1. Cursed and muttered under my breath all the way to work because I lost the remote control to my satellite radio.  Found it in my husband's car after work.

2. Sprayed all the bare-root orchids in the greenhouse.

3. Grilled paninis on my new panini maker for dinner.

4. Tried to finish The Historian, but got really tired and fell asleep.

4 TV shows I love to watch:

1. CSI: (The original.)

2. House (I love Hugh Laurie.)

3. Intervention (On A&E.  I love watching people with worse problems than mine.)

4. Dexter  (Just plain hooked!)

4 Things I love to do:

1. Sleep.

2. Prepare for sleep.

3. Read.

4. Putter in the greenhouse.

I shall now tag:

Amber at Forever Amber and Nicole at Hicktastic.

 

Got A Bullet?

I'm still alive.  Just barely.  It's been a hell of a week.  Too tired to properly post.  Christ, it's been 8 days.  That said, here are the bullets:

• I'm having to get up WAY too early.  My body is fighting the early morning hours like a prize fighter.
• I've been so tired, I have had to force myself to tend to the orchids. 
• On the plus side, I am finding out that more and more of my former co-workers from my former bank are now at my new bank.  Current tally: 4.
• I have been numbing my brain with mindless shows like Survivor, Dancing With The Stars, and American Idol.  If I go ahead and add a "reality show" from VH1, then I will officially have sunk to an all time low. 
• Truth be told, I have been watching all three of the aforementioned shows for a long time, but never before have they been so crucial to my existence.
• I still haven't finished any of the three books on my "Books I'm Reading" list.  I have made great strides towards completing The Historian however.
• True to my fickle and antsy moods as of late, I have started a fourth book.  Yes, I now have four books going at once. 
• My soda consumption has reached an all time high.  I had three Cokes yesterday.  Three in one day.  I usually have three in one week.  I feel great shame. 
• Because I actually have to work for someone else now, I can't get on line any old time I want to.  I have resorted to making a list during the day of things to check on line when I get home.  I have been managing to read all your blogs, though.
• Only 17 more days until Sex and the City hits the theaters!  Hot DAMN!
• I found a super sized cat box with a hood.  My big fat girls can now go potty in style and comfort.  (This has been a quest for me and the girls for a while now.)
• The italics in this post have been out of hand.

Well, that's my quick wrap up, folks.  I hope to write more later in the week, but even if I don't, I'll still be checking on all of you..................   

Cinco de My-Ass-Is-Tired

Well, I made it through my first day at my new job.  I am back in the banking world.  I sat through almost six hours of orientation.  Amazingly, the first person I saw today was a former co-worker at my old bank.  It was nice to be welcomed with a shriek and a big hug by a familiar face.  (She jumped ship at our old bank and tells me this bank is WAY better than the one we used to work at.)

Although I am so not happy to be back in suits and hose, I have a good feeling this should go pretty well.  I am trying really, really hard to stay positive.  The past two weeks have really zapped what little bit of positivity I had left and as a result I have been so pessimistic that it's been bordering on morose.

In a totally unrelated topic, I just finished reading Miss Aly's post today and it really made me stop and think about what I want my blog to be.  I haven't wanted to turn this blog into a bitch-fest, but as chaotic and mentally trying as this year has been for me this far, it's felt good at times to just get on line and bitch.  I want people to think my blog is funny, different, quirky and maybe even a little enlightening.  Let's just say that so far, I'm way off target and have a long way to go.

I would like to take the time now to list the main blogs I read daily and why I admire them:

Alyndabear: The first blog I found and fell in love with.  Worldly, friendly, fun and makes me wish that I was twenty-something again.

Hicktastic by Nicole: Was totally hooked by the tag line, "Grab a bottle, hunker down, and pray for daylight."  Super funny and I like that Nicole offers a little bit of everything.

Heidikins: Makes me want to read more.  She is so smart and strong and it shows. 

Does This Suit Your Copperosity? by Mrs. Higrens: She's a Virginian like me and I love the way she is so candid and honest in her posts about her quest to become pregnant.

Chelsea Talks Smack: Ah, Chelsea.  She may not think it, but her blog is Sex and the City in a blog.  I don't post too often because I feel so tiny when I wade through all the posts by all her fabulous bloggy friends, but it's a great read.

Forever Amber: Never before have I laughed so hard.  I blew soda out of my nose one day whilst reading.  And that dog!!!  Billie, get your shit together!  You need a blog like Rubin's!

I would be so happy to have a blog that is an amalgam of all these.  Asking too much, perhaps?  Yes, maybe, but at least it's something to aspire to.

What blogs do you admire?

 

 

As If Things Couldn't Get Any Weirder

Well.  Apparently Typepad won't send email notification of comments to any other email address other than the "Angelwing" address.  My friend Nicole over at Hicktastic wrote a comment and the email notification seems to have gone to the Angelwing address.  The "Nice Lady" over there may (or maybe not, who knows?) have read the following comment:

"I was starting to wonder if you were busy booby-trapping the store to hand over to Bitch Lady..."

John and I have had a HUGE laugh over this.  If she read it - and to be honest, and large part of me is hoping she did read it - then she will finally know how big a jackass she has made of herself.  I guess I need to go and see about changing that email address FOR GOOD with Typepad now.... 

(I'm going to have to disable comments for a day or two until I get this resolved.)

Hide In Tact

I am alive.  (In case any of you have been wondering.)  It has been a hard week.  I got into the hardest part around Tuesday afternoon and had to fight and claw my way through, but I made it.  I've got loads of internet time to catch up on and I plan to hit it hard this weekend.  A proper post is in order for tomorrow.

As you were.

The One Where I Cuss.

The lady that's buying my store is a bitch.  A snooty, prudish, fucked up, tight-ass bitch.  There.  I said it.  Boy, do I feel better. 

But seriously.  She is definitely making my hair go prematurely white.  I am being nickel and dimed to to death.  At one point, she flat out said she wondered if the store was worth what we were asking.  The shitty attitude is killing me.  I have never before in my life dealt with someone so paranoid, so suspicious, so rude, so........bitchy.  At times I have caught myself mentally making fun of what she wears.  And I was not happy that I was beginning to stoop to that level.  (Well, sort of.  I mean honestly, who the hell wears white suede Docksiders with white tube socks?) 

I have tried to seriously look deep within myself and ask: Is it really her that has the problem?  Or would I find fault with anyone that was buying my store simply because on some level I felt they were taking something away from me?  Although this has been an incredibly bittersweet experience, I know in my heart and mind that this is for the best.  I am very fortunate to find someone to buy this store in these economic times.  It will be incredibly nice to get a check in the mail each month for my store. 

Thankfully, I did find out that I am fairly justified in my opinion about Miss Tight Ass.  My mother-in-law, when telling me of an incident involving Prudence McPrude today, informed me "She's a couple nuggets shy of a Happy Meal, honey."  Whew, I guess it's not just me. 

After Wednesday, April 30th, it won't be my problem anymore.  Yes, next Wednesday is my last day.  I have been packing up junk left and right.  I have left the collage wall in my office for last.  I haven't had the strength to take it down just yet.  I have saved tons of funny stories, greeting cards, pictures and invitations and added then to the wall next to my desk over the last three and a half years.  I will probably cry when I have to peel it all down.  Worse than that, I will have to pass the store everyday.  C'est la vie.

But at least I won't have to deal with Crazy Bitch anymore after that...      

My Path To Nerd-dom

My greenhouse is complete!!!  I am in heaven!  The only thing we have left to do is finish attaching the shade-cloth stand-off kit.  (Yes, it's all Greek to you isn't it?  There's a shade cloth that goes with the green house and it has a kit that makes it easy to roll up and adjust where and how much shade cloth you want to cover the greenhouse.)

All my plants will be in orchids nirvana!  WOOT!

   

Bullets, People. Bullets.

• Excessively tired today.  Stomach not happy, so no chocolate milk this morning. 
• BEEEYOOTEEFUL weather here today though.  Pushing 80 and bright and sunny.
• Aly was too sick to post yesterday.  I hope it's nothing serious.
• Rubin however was not too sick to post.  I am still somewhat confused.  (But damn he's cute!)
• I lost almost 12 pounds before I left for Florida in February.  I have gained almost half back.  I need to reign it in in a big way.  Four slices of greasy pizza last night did NOT help.
• Perhaps this is in some way related to why my stomach hurt this morning.  Hmmm.
• I have an orchid hanging outside on my store sign today.  Some morons are looking at it and seem to be thinking about touching it.  I may have to hurt someone.
• Nope, they just took a picture.  They get to live.
• Why can't I be a morning person?  It's not fair.  It's not like I am up late every night.  Most nights I'm in bed by 10 at the latest.
• The lady that's buying my store is so anal retentive and such a micro-manager that she just my turn all my hair white by the time this whole sale is over. 
• Appy the cat is not well.  It's a slow deterioration that has been going on for over 4 months now.  Emily is in total and utter denial.  She is so blinded by her attachment to him that she can't see the true severity of his condition.  (The weird thing is that the sicker he gets, the more attached to him she becomes.  When he was well, she seemed sort of blase about him.)  He is all but crippled now that he has the diabetic neuropathy.  To watch him try and walk is painful.  PITIFUL.  I have spoken to her several times and all but begged her to put him down, but she still "thinks he's not quite ready".  She is a fool.  I will be very glad not to have to watch his slow demise anymore after I'm gone.

two hours later....

• I'm such a nerd.  I got sidetracked with a customer and on my way back to my office randomly decided "oh! I'll re-pot some plants!"
• Dear God, I'm hungry. 
• I would love to have a big turkey sandwich right now. 
• It has cranked right on up to 84 degrees in the sun. 
• My husband and his brother are building my new greenhouse today.  I am SO FREAKIN' EXCITED!  I'm glad I'm not there to watch, though.  When I left for work this morning, I heard some curse words being uttered.
• Should we have a hurricane, I feel that my greenhouse should fare well due to the amount of time they spent on the foundation.
• Why can't I stop thinking about food?
• Do you ever have days where you just can't stop staring?  I am that way today.  I am sitting here staring into space and daydreaming in between posts and re-potting.
• I have a super cheesy "easy listening" song stuck in my mind.  I can't get rid of it.  I will now post a video of said song here onto the blog in an attempt to "purge" it from my brain.