Yeah, so...

Yeah, so, I'm thinking of shutting the blog down.
I haven't had anything good to blog about in such a long time.
I read all these great, prolific blogs all the time and then stare at my blank screen or often times, I don't even log on because I know I'll not have anything to write about.

Maybe one day I'll come back to this blog world but I'm just a waste of bandwidth right now.

So, for those 3 of you who check on me now and then, I'll continue to read your blogs and comment but thanks for taking the time to read and comment on mine.

What A Coincidence...

I just happen to be the biggest fan...

Darling, it seems that you belong in Gone with the
Wind; the proper place for a romantic. You
belong in a tumultous world of changes and
opportunities, where your independence paves
the road for your survival. It is trying being
both a cynic and a dreamer, no?


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Since I Can't Think Straight...

I got this from Redheaded Ramblings...

FIRSTS
First job: cashier at Texas Super Foods
First screen name: Mariza7
First self purchased CD: White Snake – Slip of the Tongue
First piercing/tattoo: dolphin on the left thigh
First true love: Lovely Boyfriend
First enemy: Stacy Bonner

LASTS
Last big car ride: to Marshall, Tx with Lovely Boyfriend
Last kiss: Sunday, March 7
Last office book checked out: Blowfly by Patricia Cornwell, yesterday
Last movie seen: Starsky & Hutch
Last beverage drank: Kroger brand cola
Last food consumed: Doritos Rollitos
Last phone call: Mom
Last CD played: Brahms
Last annoyance: downstairs neighbor slammed their door
Last pop drank: Kroger brand cola
Last ice cream eaten: Breyers Extra Creamy Chocolate
Last time scolded: don’t remember but I’m sure it was Mom
Last shirt worn: red silk blouse

I....
I AM: tired and sad
I WANT: Lovely Boyfriend
I HAVE: no motivation
I WISH: I could be inspired
I HATE: unwashed people
I FEAR: failure
I HEAR: NYPD Blue
I SEARCH: for the other shoe to drop
I WONDER: if I will ever grow up
I REGRET: only one thing
I LOVE: Lovely Boyfriend
I ALWAYS: feel restless
I AM NOT: as happy as I appear
I DANCE: only in grocery store aisles with Lovely Boyfriend
I SING: all the time
I CRY: easily

YES or NO:
YOU KEEP A DIARY: yes
YOU LIKE TO COOK: yes
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: yes

DO YOU...?
HAVE A CRUSH: yes
WANT TO GET MARRIED: yes
GET MOTION SICKNESS: no
THINK YOURE A HEALTH FREAK: no, but I am a clean hands freak
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: brown with gold streaks
EYE COLOR: green
BIRTHPLACE: Texas

FAVORITES
NUMBER: 12
COLOR: pink
DAY: Saturday
MONTH: June
SONG(S): Everlong
SEASON: Spring
DRINK: fuzzy navel, wine

PREFERENCES
CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: both
CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: chocolate milk
MILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: milk
VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: chocolate

IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
CRIED: yes
HELPED SOMEONE: yes
BOUGHT SOMETHING: no
GOTTEN SICK: no
GONE TO THE MOVIES: no
SAID 'i love you'?: yes
WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: no
TALKED TO AN EX: yes
MISSED AN EX: no
WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL: yes
HAD A SERIOUS TALK: no
MISSED SOMEONE: yes
HUGGED SOMEONE: no
MADE A GIRL MOAN: Uhh…no

Happy Blogiversary To Me Sometime

Sometime in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, I was thinking about my blog. Suddenly, I realized that yesterday, March 14, was my one year blogiversary.

Early in 2003, I had no idea what the hell a blog was but somehow I ran across Rachel Lucas' blog and became hooked.
This was around the start of that whole Iraq thing and I had opinions that seemed so important to me.

I think the only person that read my blog back then was my boyfriend and he's probably still the only one. While he was here recently, I blogged rarely and lost what precious little readership I had but I'll keep on banging out my useless drivel.

I don't advertise my blog by commenting on other blogs much, I am not really a good writer, I am not controversial or prolific or very funny but I have had fun with my blog and it's helped me use my brain a little while I was unemployed.

So....Happy Blogiversary to me! I am one year old!

Dude, Your Country Is Just South of Florida...GO THERE

I was perusing the current bestsellers and realized that Lumpy Moore has a new book out, Dude, Where Is My Country.

This made me think about his other book, Stupid White Men.
Since I work in a office, I figured I would pick it up and take a look at it. How can I condemn someone's book when I never read it?
I was unable to get far, however.
It's drivel.
I might have more respect for Moore's environmental and political views if he weren't such an insult-spewing, unwashed, angry slob.
If he actually had some respect for himself, it's possible I could find a smidge of respect for him.

Lumpy seems obsessed with hate. Hate for anything right-leaning, anyone making more than the average, uneducated burger flipper or anyone with a different opinion.

Why are people so blindly following this guy? Is it because so many need something to fight? And why must they always fight against something?
Are we really being oppressed as he'd like for us to think?
Funny, but I don't feel oppressed, do you?
I feel like I can pretty much do whatever in the hell I want short of committing murder or bashing puppy skulls.
I feel like I can say whatever I want, too. I don't have to worry about being dragged out of my home in the dead of night for speaking of my political views.
I can say that I don't agree with Pres. Bush on everything, even though I support his presidency and his re-election.
For example: I can't see a valid reason why gays shouldn't marry.
I am pro-choice.
I think that even though the alleged rampant use of steroids in baseball will ruin the past, present and future of the sport, Bush should have kept that shit out of his speech. There is just too much other crap to focus on.
I think that Jeff Skilling and Ken Lay should see prison long before Martha Stewart.

See, I can say all of this without fear of reprisals because we are FREE to do so.

I just LOVE these fat cats like Moore who feed off the opulence while kicking it in the balls.

I Vant To Be Alone!

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Short Attention Span Blogging

• I found out today that Piper is allergic to flea saliva and had an attack of flea allergy dermatitis this weekend. She was in SO much pain. She got a big ole shot of cortizone today.
• My mother doesn't know about my newest tattoo. I fully admit I'm afraid to tell her. She yelled at me when I told her about the one I got last year. Mommy scares me.
• M and I saw Starsky and Hutch Friday night. It wasn't cinemagraphic genius but it was entertaining.
• The World's Best Boyfriend left yesterday. This place is SUPER empty and Zoe is still sitting by the door waiting for him to come home from work.
• The weather was unbelievably gorgeous today. Spring has sprung!
• Spalding Gray's body was found. It was probably suicide, they say. I found it heart-wrenching when I read this:
  He was hospitalized for depression, and in October 2002, he tried to jump from a bridge near his Long Island home. That suicide attempt caused the cancellation of his new work Black Spot. According to reports, he had tried to commit suicide on board the ferry in September 2003, but a friend talked him down. The day before he disappeared for good, security guards escorted him off the boat when he refused to disembark.
  He was apparently obsessed with killing himself. It was a thought that he couldn't get out of his head.
  I just feel for the children he left behind.

*Scratch Scratch*

Usually new tattoos get a little itchy as they are healing. That's typical.
I've got very sensitive skin on my chest and back so I don't use lotions or body washes, just pure soap.
This is why I am itchy and all broken out around my new tattoo.
I've stopped using the lotion but it'll take a while to clear up.
So, here it is...the tattoo and the rash...

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Screwed, Blued and Tattooed...again

It's become a tradition. Last year during Valentine's Day, Lovely Boyfriend bought me a tattoo.
This year, he did it again. I had two pictures of the tattoo I wanted. I wanted aspects of each picture incorporated into my ultimate vision.
We took the pictures to "Chano" who did my very first tattoo (He and his cohorts have just recently moved into a beautiful new building right on the seawall in Galveston) and he drew up a beautiful version of what I wanted.
It was a bit bigger than I had originally wanted but I loved his creation so much that I didn't want to change a thing.
He liked it so much, he asked to take a picture of it for his portfolio.

This is tattoo number 4 for me and I can honestly say that my first 3 didn't hurt one bit. I always shook my head at people who talked about how bad their tattoos hurt because they were obviously wussies.
However, this one hurt. Apparently, the skin on the back of the neck and the back is thicker with more nerve endings. The pain wasn't so bad that I wanted him to stop but I was VERY happy when it was over.
It was pretty sore for a couple of days (it felt like a sunburn) and now that it's healing, it's itchy as all hell.

I'll get Lovely Boyfriend to take a pic of it tonight and I'll post it for you all to admire.

Now....time to pick out next year's tattoo and location....

I Admit It...

I've just been plain lazy.
I think about blogging all the time but that doesn't get blogging done, now does it?

Work has been challenging. We rearranged EVERYTHING and I've spent half of last week and a few days this week disconnecting, moving, reconnecting, running network cables, crawling around on my hands and knees, lifting heavy things, getting dirty and sweaty. All of which I resent doing. I am NOT a manual labor kinda gal!
But now that all of the network stuff is done, I am free to do a little html and teach clueless people how to surf the internet. Yay for me!
While I'm gossiping about work, I'll mention this little chick that's been pissing us all off.
First of all, I have to laugh when I think about how fucking ridiculous this is. She is 19 and just a little front desk person but she is obviously disturbed because she thinks she is Miss Public office.
She walks around like she owns the place and she is the biggest freakin liar I have ever met. She lies about the smallest things, like how long she and her boyfriend have been dating or about the fact that she got a chicken head in her box of chicken mcnuggets from McDonald's.
I found this all humorous because hell, she's just a kid. Why should I care if she lies about stupid shit?
It was funny....until....she fucked me over.
Now, this shit ain't funny.
Besides being a 19 yr old liar, she's a 19 yr old tattle tale. A TATTLE TALE!
I am 31 years old and I was tattled on by her. And for something I didn't do!
I was horrified!
I am not 8. This is not junior high. I refuse to be tattled on by a child!
I told my boss this and she agreed, however, this little girl is still doing it.
I'm not the only one she's done this to. The fact remains that the only person who speaks to her now is the boss. The rest of us act like she doesn't exist and it's really making her crazy.
See, I like this; a psychological revenge. I didn't meet her out in the parking lot and threaten to kick her ass. I didn't call her horrible names. I just decided that she no longer exists for me and that was the worst punishment.
Hey, it's a lesson and it's about damn time she learned.