A discussion over dinner tonight:
"Tomorrow - Dinner - Quiche" - me
"Aaaactully . . . Tomorrow - Dinner - Yer Mom's" - Angel
"Figures, you WOULD find a way out of it. Bastard!" - me"Thursday - the night i come home late because you're making quiche - Dinner - Arby's" - Angel
i guess i'll have to bake quiche and eat it all by myself . . . hey, wait, why am i complaining?!
Tonight, my One True Love cooked me dinner! We had chicken Chulupas and Tostadas and they were delish; my darling was feeling like exercising (or was that 'exorcising'?) his Mexican heritage and did a nice, half-white job of it, too!
i have to tell you this and if Ronica ever found out i did, she'd KILL me, but the best part of my day is putting her in the shower and listening to her sing and dance in there. She is the super-duper-best-ever-bathroom-DJ-Princess! It's the absolute best, really, it is - she was in there tonight mixing Basement Jax "Where's Your Head At?" with Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman" and something by Stomp with a few a capella rap sound effects and a song she composed last night with Almenda called "Baby Girl". The reason i know the name of that last song was the following conversation:
"Hey, what was that song you were singing earlier?" - me
"Ummm . . What did it hear like?" - Roni
"Something about a girl?" - me
"Here . . . lemme forget . . . "Baby Girl"?" - Roni
Good doG, she is damned goofy!
Oh, on to Other Subjects Of Import! Today, work was slow yet steady in the morning. Then, we had our 'Welcome to the Team!' meeting which threw my lunch off by almost 45 minutes and made the remainder of the day fly right by. i had a side-by-side monitor and by luck got a perfect only slightly pissy customer with an easy problem to solve and i got a good review. i think my previous two supers have told her about me so she is looking for proficiency and autonomy and was pleased to find it. That is always great unless i forget who i am one day or wear the spare head and screw up everything. i never do anything by halves . . .
OH! i am a disgruntled employee! Yesterday, the drink machine tried to kill me - it pre-empted my morning caffeine and replaced it with Hawaiian Punch! Then, today, the lunch vendor i vehemently dislike was serving something reeking of beef. i thought i'd vomit right there as one of the worst smells i can imagine is the smell of cooking ground beef. It's right up there with burning tires in a huge bonfire. To top that off, though the extra break room with the couch in it that i like to read on during lunch now has this chick that SLEEPS on it that hour! i mean, the NERVE! i wanted to lay there! Oh, well, you know how the saying goes: "first come first killed in a painful manner by the serial killer because they are closest to the door"
i just love mixed metaphors, don't you?
By the way, the evil genius who will furthermore be know as The Tick found my diary. No real surprise there as if someone wanted to it's right here . . . somewhere . . . now where did i set it down . . . ? Oh! Here it is! i'm ON it! Anyways, he pondered the whole ethical idea of a online journal and it's uses and implied anonyminity and pointed out a current case in point, ripped straight from the Canadian Headlines! So i have amused myself immensely in replacing every mention of his real first name with The Tick for reasons that send me into fits of giggles no one but i understand. Well, as i assigned this code name to him, i'm sure he'll tell me tomorrow how i derived the moniker, but until then i REIGN SUPREME! oh, yeah, HI!!! Welcome!!! *waving* Honestly, this guy has a brain and can hold intelligent conversation, and that's difficult to find nowadays.
It looks like this weekend is shaping into a busy but fun one - Ronica is off school Friday and Monday so she will be spending all four days with Daddy and Myste who should have Micah at the house along with Jacob. She will undoubtedly be thrilled to see her brothers and i know Micah is anxious to see 'SISTER!' whom he worships.
It looks like we will prolly spend Friday night with my other favorite guy, Russ, who seems to have gotten fired for bullshit reasons after he cleaned house and played whipping boy to all the assholes he worked for. It is very much time to meet his and Mary's gimp. The fact that they have a live-in gimp/whipping boy was really a huge surprise to me but then, they have been all wrapped up in their own lives for the last two months and i've not even heard from Russ except through Angel. It'll be interesting to see the new place, at the least.
Saturday is Fantasy Ranch. Since i didn't get to go on my birthday, we rescheduled it for this weekend and let everyone who was supposed to come know. i expect about three of them will actually show.
Sunday might just be the day i get home from work to do laundry! You want to know something sad and almost embarrassing? i remember this one time i got really mad at something Chip did and since it was never healthy to cross him, i decided to do laundry in the middle of the night. We were completely bloke at the time and lived in a tiny trailer with no washer, so what do you think i did?
Nope.
Unt-huh.
Not that, either.
i filled up the tub and stomped clean the clothes i'd decided to wash. i don't know what i was thinking but then, i get so . . . female when i get mad and the angrier i get the more irrational i am and the next thing i know i'm cleaning things that don't need to be cleaned and the house gets re-arranged at four in the morning and the neighbors hex me and hang garlic on their doors and egg my truck.
Lucky for me i don't get mad often, just irked and for that i simply imagine the source of my irkment eviscerated and dipped in hot pepper oil. The imagined misery and whining make me smile and remind me that they are only Epsilons. Truly though, the more irked i get, the nicer i become. it confuses the tiny little brains i deal with.
i am totally rambling by now and no where out of things to say so i will spare you all by bailing now, happy cavorting!
"Blasphemous Rumours" ~ Depeche Mode
"i don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
but i think that doG's got a sick sense of humor
and when i die i expect to find him laughing"
confessed on Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002