Tuesday, May 31, 2011

In or Out?

If you work in an office do you leave for lunch or do you eat in at your desk or in the break room? If you eat in, why? Is it because you only have a 30 minute break? Because it is economical? Because you don't eat out in public alone? Because you have no car? Because you have a food allergy which prohibits you to only foods you can prepare?

Do you drink coffee? Do you drink it from the company pot, make it at home or stop for one on the way in?

Whether eating or shopping I always leave the office for lunch. If I have to work through lunch and the only choices are to order in I won't eat at all.

I drink coffee at home on Sunday only. I rarely drink it at the office from the company pot. In the rare times I do is when I have a fru-fru creamer otherwise I'll have Starbucks on the way in.

What about you?

Monday, May 30, 2011

Friday, May 27, 2011

Thursday, May 26, 2011

What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear...



A little bitty Heff with prickly head gear.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Extra! Extra!

I read this article on yahoo! news. The article is about a 4 month old child named Storm. Storm's parents have chosen to keep the child's gender a secret from the world so that in growing Storm may choose who he or she wants to be. Did you get that? They aren't treating the child as a boy or girl so the child can decide later on who they want to become. I can't imagine not treating your child as the boy or girl they were born as. It seems to me it is freak parenting such as this that causes the person in the cube next to you to sport a pink crew cut, the season's newest wedges, camouflage pants while running their Jack Hawk 2000 across their tongue. The kid in question has two other siblings - Jazz and Koi - who are also allowed to shop in either the boy's or girl's section and whether or not they cut their hair. Thank goodness they are all home schooled otherwise they would be the target of some playground bullying. Not to mention the father is a teacher.

I get the idea of be who you want to become such as a teacher, mother, astronaut, used car salesman, shade tree mechanic but having to decide early on in life if you want to be a boy or girl just sounds difficult, confusing. What happens when a 16 year old boy wants to use the ladies' restroom? Or when a 12 year old gets her "monthly friend" but had chosen earlier on to be a boy?

Am I the only one who thinks this is a completely distorted way of raising a child? Generally when there is a mid-wife in the picture, the parents are freaks anyway.

Monday, May 23, 2011

No Doomsday

As Saturday arrived and went with no volcanic eruptions or any violent ground shaking I had decided to spend the day in the pool. I spent the day floating around with orange soda and whipped cream vodka and clearly not one hint of SPF. Ouch.



I hope everyone is happy to be ALIVE and WELL in the world, burned boobies or not!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Tomorrow...

According to Evangelist Harold Campling tomorrow is judgement day. You can read his interview here.

Sure I am making light of his prediction due to scripture noting that not anyone will know the hour, nor the day of Jesus' return. But just in case tomorrow is the end of our world and you should try to call me and I do not answer it will be because I am under the covers clutching my dogs, handbags and sipping my final dirty martini and muttering to myself.

I love you all!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sing Alone Time

I have strong feelings for Billy Joel.

Got a call from an old friend
We used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Closed the shop, sold the house
Bought a ticket to the West Coast
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
(I never said you had to)
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
(I never said)
I still belong, don't get me wrong
You can speak your mind
But not on my time

They will tell you, you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you, you can't sleep with somebody else
Ah, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's okay to wake up with yourself

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
(I never said you had to)
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
(Of cirumstance)
I still belong, don't get me wrong
You can speak your mind
But not on my time

I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

Keep it to yourself, it's my life.)


It's My Life ~~ Billy Joel

Monday, May 16, 2011

I Am Not A Doctor...

But I play one on my blog. One of our on-premise team members was picking up the draft caddy from an event this weekend. The neck of the draft caddy slipped and he tried to catch it which resulted in his fingernail being ripped off (notice the other well manicured nails).




Thursday, May 12, 2011

Happy Birthday!




Gracie Smacie also known by code name "The Booper" is 9 years old today. Happy Birthday to the cutest booty in the world!

Monday, May 9, 2011

I Believe...

That I could organize my life with Ziploc storage bags.

In long boozy lunches.

Very recently in the laws of attraction.

That Dior, Gucci, Chanel are some of the most beautiul words in the world.

That Texas really is a state of mind.

That it was Bobby Boucher who was really the devil.

That I would rather have no life than a sad life.

That it could always be worse.

That it could always be better.

If Mick Mars could give up vodka so could I.

That forever is as long as you want it to be.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Arriba! Arriba!



Happy Cinco De Mayo!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Sing Along Time

A new favorite

Didn't they always say we were the lucky ones?
I guess that we were once
Babe, we were once

But luck will leave you cause
It is a faithless friend
And in the end when life has got you down
You've got someone here that you can wrap your arms around

So hold on to me tight
Hold on to me tonight
We are stronger here together
Than we could ever be alone
So hold on to me
Don't you ever let me go

There's a thousand ways for things to fall apart
But it's no one's fault
No it's not my fault

Maybe all the plans we made would not work out
But I have no doubt even though it's hard to see
I've got faith in us and I believe in you and me

So hold on to me tight
Hold on, I promise it'll be alright
Cause it's you and me together
And baby all we've got is time
So hold on to me, hold on to me tonight

There's so many dreams that we have given up
Take a look at all we've got
And with this kind of love
What we've got here is enough

So hold on to me tight
Hold on, I promise it'll be alright
Cause we are stronger here together
Then we could ever be alone
Just hold on to me
Don't you ever let me go
Hold on to me, it's gonna be alright
Hold on to me tonight
They always say we were the lucky ones


Hold On ~~ Michael Buble

Monday, May 2, 2011

500th Post

Osama Bin Laden = dead. Because I am skeptic I believe something incredibly fishy is going on with this whole thing. A death, DNA testing & a burial at sea all with in 24 hours? I need to see a picture and you know there has to be some smarmy military personnel who either has a picture of theirself with the deceased or recorded the whole episode. And don't for one minute think that the Navy Seal who squeezed off the fatal bullet won't tell someone. How could you keep something of this caliber to yourself? If this is true, then as always my hat's off to soilder who completed the deed. God Bless America.

"The dream to kill me will never be completed." ~~ Osama Bin Laden

(I can't believe my 500th post is about the pending death of Osama Bin Laden - Happy 500 to me!)

 
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