Party time
I went to this party on Friday night. A guy that I used to work with was hosting and had invited G and I. We had been looking forward to this for a while, the last time we were at this guy's place a good time was had by all and G and I wanted a cheap night out for the two of us.
So we show up. All this boy's friends are just weird. Nice, but weird. Crazy piercings, guys wearing eye makeup, girls in black hooker boots and ripped fishnets. Now, the funniest part of the night was when a guy picks up this girl's purse. I'm sure you've all seen these, they're sort of small and shaped like a corset. So, he picks up the purse, puts it in his lap, and starts rubbing the 'boob' part. Massaging it, like he's gotten to 2nd base with it.
All in all it was a good night. The boys played darts, I drank just a tad (as I was driving) went home, and fell asleep.
Who wants a kitten?
About 6 weeks or so ago G found a cat. His boys loved her but she can't stay at their house due to allergies and what-not, so I agreed to take her.
Well, she started getting fat. I kept saying I thought she was pregnant and no one believed me. Well now when she lays down you can see the babies move in her belly. Kinda cool and gross all at the same time.
The only place I can think for her to have them in my itty bitty apartment without ruining anything is in the bathtub. So I'll have to make a trip to G's place, shower, then head back to mine. Not that big of a deal really. But I'll have to keep the other cat away from her so he won't eat the baby kitties. (I've heard males will do that) And I'll have to get another litterbox because she'll be locked in the bathroom with one. The boy's gotta go somewhere... and more food and water bowls. I'll need to get her on kitten food soon I guess. I think mommies need the extra vitamins in kitten chow.
THEN... after all that, comes the hard part. Finding nice, stable, loving homes for all my cat's babies. They have to go somewhere... I just don't know where. Wish me luck folks. Oh, and if you know anyone who's a sucker for a kitten, let me know and I'll pester them.
Oldies stations
The girl who sits beside me at work listens to oldies music all day. That's fine, I'm fairly agreeable when it comes to music. She throws a fit if I change the station to what I want... but whatever.
Anyway, my problem is how many times they repeat the same song in any given day. They supposedly play music from about a 25 year long time period. Can they not find enough songs to play in 8 hours to keep them from repeating once or twice?
I'm sure there were several thousand songs released in those 25 years. Only 15 good ones? Come on...
Birthday follow-up
I had an awesome birthday yesterday.
Started off by giving Tojo his Buzz Lightyear toy. The two boys proceeded to fight over it the rest of the day. Oh well... I guess that at least means it was a good toy.
After that it was time to make the "Super Duper Birthday Breakfast" with pancakes (panty-cakes according to G), bacon, eggs, toast and jelly. That's a big one for me, as I'm usually a yogurt or grapes for breakfast girl.
I received a few nice phone calls and text messages from people at work, wishing me a happy birthday and asking me what the hell they were supposed to do.
The boys took a nap, I made a birthday cake for Tojo, took a shower, watched good ol daytime TV, and just chilled out.
After the boys got up we had cheetos, watched Spiderman 2 for the 32nd time, had birthday cake, and headed to Chuck E. Cheeses. That was awesome. Pizza was decent (a nice surprise) and met G's parents. His mom commented on how young I looked. I guess G kept that part a secret...
All in all, it was the best birthday I've had in many many years. One I'm not soon to forget.
Gas station fashions...
Friday night after leaving the mall (and laughing at the boy in the hot pink shirt) we come to a stop light. Over to the right is a small sign that reads "Prom dresses $129.99 and under Come see us at Gas Station Fashions"
WTF?
Apparently a small company has moved into a bankrupted gas station and decided to use their location as a marketing tool. Now, what 16 year old is going to buy her prom dress from a Kwikee-Mart? I sure as hell wouldn't have.
On a motorcyle? Wear your seatbelt.
CACHE, Okla. (AP) -- A motorcyclist from Altus has died after colliding with a van in Comanche County.The Oklahoma Highway Patrol says Howard Clark was turning at a high rate of speed when he struck the left front section of a 1989 Ford van stopped at a stop sign.The highway patrol says Clark was thrown from his motorcycle and ended up 33 feet from the scene of the crash, which occurred around 7:30 PM Sunday. Paramedics pronounced him dead at the scene.OHP says it is awaiting results of a medical examiner's report on Clark. He was not wearing a helmet or a seat belt.
Um... earth to dumbass. Motorcycles don't have seatbelts. Way to go KOTV
Friendly reminder...
Apparently my dad and his girlfriend were married this past Monday. I wasn't told until late Wednesday afer I called him.
So, just a reminder to all you parents out there. If anything big happens in your lives, don't forget to tell your children.
That's it, have a good day folks.
Valentines pt. 2 & Birthday night
It's been settled. Tonight is Valentines make-up night (because mine sucked due to a funeral) and birthday out with the honey since I share the day with his kiddo.
As of now, we're planning dinner, a movie, and then some drinks. I think we'll head out for dinner to a seafood place or maybe for a steak, then off to see Constantine. He really wants to see it, I don't mind seeing it (hey, isn't this MY birthday..lol..) and then to a little hole in the wall bar for a few drinks.
Sounds like a bunch of fun to me. He's agreeing to it because it means guaranteed nookie at the night's end.
Sick again?
Does anyone else out there have people who habitually call in sick or miss work for stupid reasons?
We have a girl in our office that misses AT LEAST once a week, either out sick or running dumb errands. Normally I wouldn't mind. It's her paycheck that's suffering, not mine. Except that it's either me or someone from my department who has to cover for her when she's gone. Which, of course, means I can't do my own job. Then I have to come in early, leave late, and scramble for days to get caught up. She (swear to God) has missed 8 full days and 3 half days since the first of January.
Why hasn't she been fired you ask? Because she wears skirts and stilleto's to work. Great, huh?
I'm sure there's a problem like this in a lot of offices, but it really irritates me and I wanted to share. And yup, you guessed it, today is a day that she's out.
What are these boys thinking?
http://www.kotv.com/main/home/stories.asp?whichpage=1&id=77942Making a gang because of a rapper? I mean, come on... what good will come of this? Do they honestly think that 50 cent will think they're cool? Or that it will impress girls?
I'm not a parent, but if I was and my kid was running around acting like this jackass rapper he'd be shipped so far out of Tulsa that none of his wanna-be thug buddies could ever find him. After, of course, I let his father kick his ass.
When I was growing up there were kids in middle and high school that acted this way. When they hit about 16 or so all the guys on the football teams and wrestling teams would mess with them every day. Just to show how big of wusses they all really are.
I mean, if a kid can't fight on his own, depends on his 19 friends to be his guardians, runs around talking bad about women, and carries a gun, he's a pretty big puss.
Earth to Puffin...
We all miss you dearly... please come out and play...
Love? Or leave?
I don't know if it's because of Valentines day or just all the sad things going on lately, but I've been thinking a lot about my relationships with people. Not just my boyfriend, but also my family and friends. I've been thinking about how I've hurt those that I love and who love me. How I've been neglected, and how I've neglected them.
The times I've thought to call, and haven't. The times I've wanted to get together, and then get sidetracked. The times I've had a dream involving that person, or recalled a special memory, and wanted to share, but kept it inside.
Those who know me well know that once a thought gets inside my head I obsess over it until I feel it has been resolved. So, this latest thought of mine is what exactly is love? What is it about a certain person that draws us to them? Or, pushes us away? What do we need to do maintain that love? When are we expected to go above and beyond to make it "work", and when is time to just let go.
For instance, is it my responsibility to continually call friends from high school to maintain the friendship, if they won't call also. Not that I am being avoided, there is a good conversation, lots of laughes, then hollow plans to one day meet up again. But then nothing. No return of the outstretched hand. How long should I continue to be the one calling? Or, should I just let the past be in the past, move on, and make new friends.
As far as relationships with significant others go, I know you're supposed to "pick your battles", "meet in the middle", and all that stuff. But then again, how far are you supposed to take this? How many sacrifices is one person supposed to make to ensure success of the relationship? When is it time to say when? And then, there are all the "what if's". You know, the 'what if I would of given it one more chance, one more try". "What if I would of not gone out with friends that time and stayed home with the honey instead". "What if I would of not started the silly argument about what to have for dinner or to watch on tv".
Then, there's family. We don't get to pick who our family members are, they just are who they are. Families fight and argue, then generally make up soon after. That's what families do. There's that bond that can never be broken. But, at the same time, how much should someone take before you just decide you're better off without that person, even if it's your own mother? How many times should you try to reconcile before you just give up?
Well, this one has drug on a whole lot longer than I thought it might. Amazing how the words just continue to come out. Anyhow, I'll continue to think on these things. That's it for today folks.
Funeral today
Ok, well this afternoon I have a funeral to go to. A client of mine was shot inside her office on Thursday afternoon by her ex-husband, and then he shot himself. They had divorced this past November, and he went psycho and got strung out on drugs. Wednesday the ex-husband stole his parents car and headed to Tulsa. His parents called Catherine and told her to leave town, but unfortunately she didn't. Thursday morning she went with her mother and filed a protective order stating she felt in immediate danger. She was back in the office for 8 minutes according to a coworker before he came in, shot her 3 times with a shotgun, then shot himself.
I've been taking this pretty hard. I was in a pretty bad relationship myself a few years ago and I can't help but see myself as this girl. She was only 30, with an amazing job and what could of been a very promising future. Then some guy thinks that if he can't be with her she doesn't deserve to live any longer. Not that anyone deserves to be shot, but Miss Catherine was such a sweet customer of mine. If we ever missed a deadline or messed something up she never once was upset about it. She was always laughing and smiling, talking about trade shows she was headed to, all the new places she was seeing, and she only ever spoke of good things. A salesman in the office and I had seen Catherine the day before. She was here in the office, and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring any longer but didn't actually think anything of it.
I just can't understand why this guy would feel the need to do this. Ok, I get the drugs and that he hates himself because his wonderful wife finally realized what a shit head he was and left his sorry ass. Why couldn't he just kill himself? Why shoot her? She never deserved this.
Anyhow, I have to get ready to go to the funeral.
Here I go
Well, everyone else is doing it, so I thought "eh, why the hell not". I'm not really a bandwagon kind of girl usually, but this just seems like so much fun.
Anyhow, it's my lunch time now. I made some awesome chili last night for dinner and it's calling my name.
