Friday, October 31, 2008



Today is Halloween. I did not wear orange. I tried to, with a black suit, so I could be both professional and dressed up. The problem is that I have 2 pieces of orange clothing - a sweatshirt and a bathing suit. Both are unacceptable under a suit jacket. I also tried to find some skull earrings that I used to have and couldn't find them. Then I thought about wearing cow ones, but then I thought people wouldn't figure it out so I didn't.

I've also spent the last 2 hours avoiding trick-or-treaters. Hey, when I get home I like to put on pjs (I have super cute cheetah ones on) and relax. It's not relaxing for me to open the door where I could be shot (I know I am paranoid), random people are going to look at me in said pjs (although I got the mail in them the other day) and I'd have to hold the dog as I fork over candy. Last year the turning off of all the lights did not deter said trick-or-treaters. This year, I turned out the lights, except for a small lamp downstairs and the TV upstairs, I then put a plastic pumpkin with a bag of candy on the porch. The coup de grace is that I moved my large trash can and put it on top of my "welcome friends" doormat right in front of the door. So far people have seemed to get the hint. I have however, had to shut the bedroom and/or office door and lock the dog in because she whines like a mo-fo every time someone comes by if she can see them. She is dressed up in her UGA jersey (which she will also wear tomorrow - GO DAWGS!!).

So yes, I am being somewhat of a Halloween Scrooge, but so what. I don't have kids yet, I don't live in a neighborhood, drug dealers leave close to me and I want to be in jammies. Just because I like to decorate for Halloween doesn't mean I have to give candy to people.

Thursday, October 23, 2008



Last night I was talking to my sister and I told her I was having an old lady day. She laughed and asked what I meant. I explained to her that I was sitting on the couch, wearing socks (which is something I hardly ever do) because I had taken a chill, was underneath an afghan, drinking tea, while cookies were baking for work and (here's the kicker) I was knitting. The picture would have been complete if I had been watching JAG instead of Private Practice and Real World/Road Rules Challenge.

It actually made me feel nostalgic towards Peggy because she was a knitter. It also made me a little sad because I never actually spent enough time with her for her to be able to teach me, and once I started to learn, she had already passed away before I could get tips etc. It also made me laugh a little because in my comparison, she would have been drinking wine, sitting in a rocker with a heating pad instead of a blanket. But she totally would have been watching JAG...or Match Game.

Also, I finished the scarf tonight!! It was my first "big" knitting project. The first thing I actually knitted was a ghetto fab "pot holder" (read: attempt at scarf failed miserably). The scarf actually looks pretty cute and I wish I had a camera that actually worked so I could show you. It's very narrow (only 12 loops) but longish (about to the top of my hips on both sides when it's around my neck). I think I will probably wear it in public, so at least that's something.

Monday, October 20, 2008



You know how tampons come with standard absorbency ratings? Well they should also come with standard color coding. For example, Tampax "light" is purple and Kotex "Super Plus" is purple. That is a big difference that could cause a lot of problems. So all's I'm saying is sometimes standardization is a good thing.

Saturday, October 18, 2008


I Voted on Friday!

That's all. I got my sticker. It did bother me just a little bit that they don't ask for ID or anything. Just your name & address and here go vote.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


Update & Apology

I am somewhat sorry to the construction workers I yelled at on Sunday. The noises were bombs/artillery from Fort Bragg. Practice or something. The construction workers are still annoying, but they weren't responsible for my nap time problems.



So, big embarrassment in a long time happened yesterday. Many of my suit pants have side sippers. I thought this was a good idea because I have forgotten to zip front ones before and I didn't think I'd have the same problem with side ones because they often don't have buttons thus pants would fall off it I didn't zip. Well yesterday, one of our paralegals came up to me saying my pants were open. I have no idea how long it was down, but I know I talked to just about everyone in my office and nobody said anything until she did. So hopefully it was just for a minute. I figured out the problem was that I hadn't pulled the zipper all the way to the top to make it "lock" because the super fast zip I did didn't work and I had to adjust a second time before it was secure. See it's embarrassing because my thigh was the whole office...for an unidentifiable period of time. Yea. I guess that's better than a boob popping out in court (which hasn't happened yet, knock of wood), still it ain't good.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


Stop that racket!!

My house was always a quiet place. The backyard butts up to a bunch of trees and weeds which creates a natural boarder. That allows me to let the dog out to pee without wearing pants. I love that boarder. When I moved in a year ago (a YEAR ago!!!???) on the other side of the boarder was an empty lot and then a main street. A few months ago construction started. It's going to be offices on the bottom a 3 apartments on top. Hopefully (fingers tightly crossed) they won't f with the boarder. Also hopefully, my landlords won't sell this place for lots of money. I still think this area specifically is zoned residential only and they can't build a new building here, so I think I'm ok. The point is though, that these construction people are going at it all damn day - on weekends too. And normally it's not bad, a whizz here, a whir there, hammer hammer and done. But the last 2 days, they have been moving something and it's making loud, house shaking bangs. I thought it was thunder. And it comes at random times. And it's loud. And did I mention that my house moves? Cause it does. And I feel/hear it upstairs and down stairs and it is affecting my Sunday nap time. So, in the words of parents and/or old people everywhere (of which I am neither, but somehow have adopted their verbage), "Stop that racket" construction workers, or you're all going to get grounded.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


My body is my body

I was catching up on this blog, which led me to this post. Then I went back and read the comments on the first blog. I almost added a comment of my own, but decided to write a post about it instead because I don't like 4 paragraph comments and I suddenly realized I had a lot to say.

First of all, yes, my butterfly will hold significance forever, that's why I got it. I'm not going to tell you why I decided on the butterfly. A few people know, and that's enough for me. But I put serious thought into it and it was something that I wanted as a connection to something more. I've had it for close to 8 years now and have never regretted it.

I might be a little hypocritical however, because while I love the majority of tattoos, I agree that there are some that just look awful. But that's not my decision to make (as the other bloggers have pointed out as well). I generally don't care for "sleeves". I also think that the reason there are so many stupid tattoos out there is because they're easy to get and don't require a 10 day waiting period. But I get it. I cover mine at work unless it's an office day and don't complain about it.

Then again I think nose rings make you look like you have a zit on your nose and in lots of cultures they're considered beautiful. I've always thought nose rings looked stupid. And I hate Ugg boots along with 3/4 of current popular fashion trends. But I don't think any of those things are reasons to be hateful towards someone. I don't have a problem when people tell me they don't like my tattoos, that's their opinion. But when someone automatically thinks I'm a slut, or "white trash", or on drugs, or a bad person because of my tattoo, I think of why I got it, and laugh, and feel sorry for that person.

Additionally, tattoos aren't permanent anymore if you don't want them to be. It's apparently painful & expensive, but you can laser them off. I won't, but

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