merry christmas

and a happy new year to you all!

(or if you prefer, happy eid, happy hanukkah, happy kwanza, and/or happy festivus!)

7 days and counting!

i'm going on holiday. an actual holiday. i will be visiting the senator in his neck of the woods. without family. obviously i'm totally stoked over getting to see the senator. i haven't seen him since october, when we met. but there's a part of me that is more than a bit excited about going on holiday WITHOUT MY FAMILY. i have never gone on holiday, EVER, when it wasn't a family event. there will be food and pictures and lots of fun!

question

roughly, how many blogs do you read daily? i currently have 207 blogs in my reader, with 1,000+ posts to read from them. i just can't keep up... i've tried weeding them out. *sigh* i miss the days when i would go to v e r y p i n k, dooce.com®, cuteoverload, and icanhascheezburger various times during the day and play way more farm hustle than anyone should be allowed to play. okay, i really want an answer from you. i'm freaking out. over 1,000 is too many. i can't handle the pressure.

i'm trying, really i am

honestly. i want to stay in a good mood. in 8 days i'm going to visit the senator. when i go, i don't want there to be any stress from work bothering me. so, i'm making an effort to remain "happy". today seems to be a struggle. there are so many factors that are really pushing for me to throttle someone.

sadly, i can't go into detail about the many things. given everything going on, i can't afford to be dooced. however, jm is riding his high horse again. could we please remind him he's the low man on the totem pole in our department as well as things like vacation requests are still first come first serve. if you wait too long to request it, you may not get the days you want. DUH!

oh my...

so, i'm totally addicted to flair. on facebook. omg. and i believe i've corrupted the senator as well. today he sent me this one:
it's totally me. :)

he sent me this one at the beginning of the month. i'm hoping i don't have to wait until christmas to get to see him. *sigh*

i'm ready

and surprisingly not panicking.

internet, i've met someone. he's about as perfect for me as you can get. which is to say, he's not perfect at all. he has flaws and has made mistakes in his life and chokes on his own toes a lot. and i'm completely gaga for him. he's never been married and doesn't have any children. he can't wait to meet my monkey though. he's a "cat person" and understands why i want to kill the dog on a a weekly basis (not because i hate the dog, but because the dog irritates me to no end -- no uproar needed). he knows about all my crazies and has already had to deal with a few, all with positive results. the coolest part of all of this, he feels exactly the same way i do.

i'm ready, internet. i'm jumping in, with both feet. eyes wide open. :)

grr...

i'm getting sick of jm not understanding that no one cares that he hates doing one tiny party of his job. it's a major part of the rest of the department's job and we hate it too.

so, nut it up buddy boy. it's part of your job too.

i'm tapped

i've got nothing.

i still have that one in the works in my head. but it's proving difficult to put to paper (as it were).

i'm sitting at the studio, waiting for my night to be done, finally. i think i may pack up and get my butt home. home is where i've wanted to be all day. the day. the weather. my exhaustion. i'm ready to crawl in bed... have been since i left it this morning.

I shall call it: Dog Chow

Put down your name, and then I'll write each answer according to what I think of when I think of you! If you participate, the rules are, that you have to do this on your site too! If you're not tagged in this, play anyway!! Although this may be dangerous, I'm willing to try but I do reserve the right to not say the FIRST THING that pops into my mind. You'll thank me later.

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.

3. I'll pick the first flavor of jello i think of

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
(if possible. If not, I'll say something that only makes sense to me.)

5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.

8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.

9. I'll tell you what season you remind me of.

10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours...just copy and paste.

*** this is from my friend's, jobe, facebook page. she's too funny and a hoot!

in the works

i'm pretty sure i have this post floating around in my head. i need to start writing it... so i can flesh it out and get it down on "paper" (as it were). i've been doing a lot of thinking and possibly even some soul searching. for the record, i'm not good at change. personal that is. i have someone who says he's going to challenge me on a very regular basis. i warned him we'd butt head frequently over it. the weird thing, i'm totally looking forward to the challenge. does that mean it's the right thing?

WHY!?!

when i mention that a certain fast food restaurant's french fries are my favorite, does my co-worker tell me gross experiments done with them that make me not want to eat them again? and only AFTER i tell him i don't want to know whatever disgusting thing he's about to tell me.

he has a listening problem. i believe he needs his ears cleaned with a sharp pointy object shoved into them repeatedly.

i feel the need to discuss shoes, clothing, my period, and the boy i like. all loudly and with great detail, in his hearing.

waltzing matilda

*i'm actually not fond of that song at all. i've heard it far too many times.




i messed up at the end, thus the face. but in my defense, i learned that routine in 45 minutes and danced it with someone i haven't danced with in close to two years.

*mr. park, when recording, please don't talk to people. it's audible. *sigh*

**i wish someone would have mentioned the bad hair i was rockin'.

whee!!!

omg! that was so much fun. i just had a lesson with my very first ballroom teacher. kenneth is SO MUCH FUN to dance with. he made a routine for me. waltz. my absolute favorite. *heart* mr. park recorded it, so i can watch it and practice. and maybe, just maybe, if i'm very lucky... kenneth will come to a showcase to perform it with me. *squee!!!*

*i literally JUST finished the lesson, so as soon as I get the video from mr. park, i'll post it here.

so excited!

save the boobies! (part deux?)

the amazing and ever so lovely mrs. hot has kindly reminded all of us (okay, just me) that october is breast cancer awareness month. knowing many people who are fans of the boobies (and having some that certain people seem to enjoy quite a bit AND having used mine to feed a certain monkey) i thought it was a great idea to spread the information far and wide. okay, just to you. plus, because she's so awesome ree is doing a contest. i mean, really... a contest! there's pink all over and ribbons and pink and stuff and did i mention the pink?

in honor of this month, i've changed things here. you know, to make it pinker. because really, can one have too much pink? i didn't think so.

so tired... zzzzz

i did it again. went out on a wednesday night and stayed up FAR too long. in my defense, it was a friend's birthday (happy birthday again sweetie!!!) and there was this amazing musician? performer? live p.a.? i have no idea what the "label" this guy. whatever. i can't care. he was freaking cool. heatbox. this man IS HIS INSTRUMENT. he beat boxes and everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) he did last night he made it all with his voice. i bought his cd. with my last $10. until tomorrow. but still. that means, i'm more than likely going without lunch today. i'll live. i'm so grooving to the music. trying to figure out which song i want to dance to. all of them?

plus i got to hang out with my bff and he's just fun.