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Hell freezes over.

So I haven't written on here in a while; I've picked up most of my daily ranting and raving and moved it to Facebook (where this also feeds to). Unfortunately, that means those of you whom I don't know personally aren't getting to interact with me (unfortunately for me...god knows what you are thinking).

So lets see where I left off (In no particular order)

1. I went back to school, yes....again. This time it's fully-online and full-time in the evenings. I'm going for my MBA and as of Wednesday night, I will be 1/4th of the way through the program. It's going fast. I take 1 class at a time for 5.5 weeks, then the next day start a new class. Doesn't leave time for much of anything else.
2. I started laser hair removal on my neck. I got sick of getting heinous razor burn every time I decided to shave...and really do not look good with a full beard. BTW, if you are thinking of doing it, apparently the neck is the second worse place to get it...the first being inside the nostrils. Hurts like a M*ther F*cker.
3. I sold Reba. Yes, she served me well, but ultimately I wanted to get something a bit more me (and a bit more flashy). So I got myself a loaded up Altima (still without a name). He/She looks like this:(Any thoughts on a name?)
4. Charlie is doing well. Keeps me on my toes...Though, he's been on his toes a lot this last week...
5. So we got hit with Snowmageddon last week and got about 2.5 feet of snow dropped on us over the course of a week. Now it's snowing again. Well, this snow has managed to collect on the roof and is causing an ice dam which is leaking into the: Master Bedroom, Spare Bedroom, and Living Room. Fun, huh? Disaster recovery folks were here tonight and will be back later to rip some walls out, let them dry, and then put up new walls. Yeah, I am SO not looking forward to that.
   
   
   "what the hell is all this shit?""it's a good thing daddy got me this retarded-looking hoodie..."
   
   
6. I went to B&K's nuptuals in July and November (I love them dearly, but don't ask).
7. Work has (been great / sucked ass), depending on the week. I had a project that I worked very hard on, make it all the way to the CEO and Board of Directors, but I have a feeling my bosses are going to put their name all over it.
8. I got my wisdom teeth removed last summer. Yeah. That's right up there with water-boarding and wearing a chastity belt.
   

Yeah. Um..so that was totally random...but I think it gets you caught up. ;-)

Labels: crap, daily life, food, friends, generalized insanity, observations, office insanity, pictures, rant, stupidity, thoughts, vacation

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There's a Crisis...in my Pants

...or, Someone had a case of the Mondays.

I got up this a.m. and stumbled my way through my morning ritual. You know: Shower, Shave, Shampoo, etc... Then, as I was putting on my shoes to leave I noticed something amiss.

Through my oatmeal-colored linen pants I noticed a hint of color. Well, more than a hint -- maroon boxers. So I yelled a quick expletive and ran upstairs to change my gutchies. I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of light-gray boxer-briefs. "These will do," I thought as I threw them on, put on the pants and shoes, and ran out the door.

So walking from the bus to my building, I notice a strange sensation. Something just wasn't right. I kept walking, got into my building and into line at the crack dealer... er... Starbucks and then put my iPod away.

Something was seriously nagging me...so after I got my coffee, I went upstairs and into the mens room to check on the state of affairs.

Well, the shorts were on...nothing was wrong with them per se....but they were on backward.

Yeah...it was that kind of morning.

Labels: crap, daily life

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Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair

Sorry it's been a while since I posted. A lot has happened in the past couple of months, so I will recap as best as I can.

May was an interesting month; Charlie graduated obedience school, I took my first trip to Europe (I will post more of that later), and then I attended the most warped memorial service ever. EVER.

So J's step-dad died in January; his mom's had a hard time of it, but has been getting by. Old Fred was a crazy man. I mean that in the nicest, most gun-toting, vietnam flashback-having, drunken stupor sorta way. When Fred was making his final arrangements, he expressed that didn't want a formal service. He wanted to be cremated, he wanted bagpipes, Taps, and just immediate family and neighbors to be around while he's "dispersed" on the hill.

Well, here's what he got:

Memorial day; there were about 15 people, in his back yard. We'd planned to plant a tree in his memory (J's mom wanted it) and then some music and food. Well, somewhere along the way, she decided she didn't want to deal with bagpipes, so she just wanted a tape of the music. J's brother's girlfriend, Jeanine, decided to just download "Amazing Grace" on bagpipes, and taps. Then she brings over her banged-up boom-box to play it on.

So we dug this hole in the ground for the tree, appropriately a Weeping Willow, and got ready for the "ceremony." Jeanine, thinking of Fred's favorite things, comes up with the fabulous idea of putting Fred in his favorite beer cans...Milwaukee's Best (that's right, the Beast).

We are getting ready for the ceremony and I realize that I can't make it through without some chemical assistance, so I pop an anti-anxiety and put Charlie on his leash (don't want the puppy eating Fred...or pissing on him).

So back to the service, everyone's solemnly standing around the hole with their cans o' Fred. Jeanine starts the CD of Bagpipes; and mom starts to cry. Then the CD starts skipping like a drunken man with hiccups. "Amaaaaaazing :hic: Grace. How :hic: sweeeeeet the :hic:..."

Now, I'm trying not to laugh and praying to God that the pill kicks in to keep me from giggling.

Then the family starts taking their turns pouring out Fred into the hole with the tree. And I'm trying to keep Charlie from running at this wonderful grey flakey stuff that they are pouring into the hole. He's all, "Play ! Play ! Play !"

Then comes the drunken man's version of Taps, and Mom and J's bro start sobbing. I was very afraid that J's mom was going to try to throw herself to the ground over the tree screaming, "Take me with you!" Thankfully that didn't happen.

Oh, and Fred, the alcoholic he was, had a wicked sense of humor and a penchant for Elvis, so someone thought it would be fitting to have a little fun with the ceremony. Once all of the ashes were spilled and the hole is being back-filled, they switch the cd to an old recording of the announcer saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has just left the building."

I almost peed right there, but thankfully the drugs had kicked in. Instead of spilling ashes, I decide I will help by watering the tree; so there I am, holding a giant yellow watering can and trying to keep a rambunctious Corgi at bay...watering Fred. How's that for a mental image?

But wait, there's more! Fred, that is. So ol' mom starts handing out the remaining cans of Fred's remains and asks that people sprinkle him all over the hillside...in the wind...and there are pieces of Fred flying everywhere. I'm trying to duck for cover while keeping Charlie from eating the funny greyish flakes flying in the wind.

Wait, there's even MORE! Fred, that is. They have reserved a little bit of him and they want to spread his remains in his two favorite places. So we take the remaining can of Fred down to the Legion. On the drive, we debate the legality of spreading remains on private property, and decide it's best to be as discreet as possible.

So we pull up out front in the black SUV and J's brother runs out with this bucket o' Fred and DUMPS them in the rose garden in front of two old ladies on the porch of the legion who yell, "what was that?????" Jeff yell's "the dog.. " and jumps back in as we speed off.

We then drop by his second favorite bar and drop the last pieces of dust in their property. I say "we," but really, I was just an accessory. I sat in the car dumbfounded.

And then go back to the house and have dinner. After which I ran home, threw my clothes in the laundry, and proceeded to wash the final traces of Fred out of my hair.

Seriously?! Seriously.

Labels: friends, generalized insanity

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Every Dog Has His Day...

This apparently wasn't Charlie's...


Saturday is Charlie's Obedience Class day. Yesterday started like any other...but as we were getting ready for class, I was giving him a good rub-down and found a tick the size of a corn kernel on the inside of his leg. I was horrified at this blood-engorged thing burrowing under his skin.

I called the vet and they told me how to get it out, but when I did, the head broke off and stayed in. I had to use the tweezers to get it out and then put peroxide on it. Charlie was a total champ and didn't whine or anything.

Then we packed him off to his second class. The first one went well and the second one started off well. He was teachers' pet and did anything the two instructors showed us. Then during the "recess," this other dog got aggressive with Charlie. Thankfully, he's not aggressive, and just did what he was supposed to...hunkered down and gave a warning growl.

So then class ended and we took him to his pedicure appointment at the shelter where the classes are. Well, this was too much for the little guy...he screamed bloody murder while they trimmed his little paws.

"Not COOL!" he seemed to say.

I went to an appointment and came back to find out that he had thrown up in his crate. He looked so pathetic.

So we left him to nap and went and got lunch, haircuts, groceries and came back home. I also picked up some Zodiac flea and tick shampoo from Smiley's (little local shop where I got Kira 10 years ago).

So we got home and continued the torture of poor Charlie. I wanted to make sure there were no more ticks or fleas on him, since he is getting fixed tomorrow and won't be able to have a bath for a couple of weeks. He was good about the bath, but by the time we were done he basically looked exhausted and spent the rest of his evening napping.

Poor little dude...And tomorrow is surgery...

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American 'Mo

So each year I tune in to see what kinds of train-wrecks make it through to American Idol, and it seems that each year there are more and more Mo's getting through. Don't believe me? Check this shit:

Season 1:

• Jim Verraros (Adorable, and went on to perform in Eating Out 1 & 2 as well as release a sexually-charged CD)
• RJ Helton (took him long enough to come out)
  

Season 2:

• Clay Aiken (Oh, Who didn't see that one coming?)

Season 4:

• Mario Vazquez (mysteriously disappeared)

Season 5:

• No one of importance
  

Season 6:

• Sanjaya Malakar (either gay, or just really unfortunate)
  

Season 7:

• David Hernandez (Male Stripper...couldn't sing that great)
• Danny Noriega (Duuuuuhhhh)
• David Archuleta (Twink in Training)
  

Season 8:

• Adam Lambert (have you seen the videos?)
  
• Nathaniel Marshall (gayer than christmas)
• Nick Mitchell (just a hunch ;-) )
• Von Smith (straight men don't caterwaul like that)
  

Now, I might have missed someone, sorry, but this is just my own opinion in cases where the 'Mo-ness is not confirmed. Just sayin'.

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Invasion

Sorry I've been absent from the interwebs...life has been incredibly busy since it was invaded by a little, furry, slobbery creature.

I guess today is as good of a day as any to announce to my 4 blog followers the adoption of Charlie Winston.

Little Charlie has been absorbing most of my free time..but he sure is cute and loving.

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