A conversation at work today:
BGF: you're funny when you're angry
Me: funny?
BGF: cute
Me: cute?! haha I'm trying to be angry
BGF: yea, good luck with that
like a leprechaun getting angry
oh no, little green guy coming after me
here come the marshmallows
Me: hahahah that's got me laughing
and makes me mad
Me: guess I’m not threatening
BGF: too small
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wedding Bells
I meant to share this earlier, but I had a hard time tracking down the picture. This was taken on my grandparents' wedding day. I'm not sure of how long, but I pretty sure it was more than 60 years together....I'd have to marry someone today and live until I'm 90!
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'll Complain
I have to be honest, my life is pretty drama-free. Sure, I complain about stuff, but things really aren't bad. I gripe about work, who doesn't, but more important things are fine. I have my health, I might not be rich but ends meet with a tad extra. Good friends, good times, I don't have anything big to complain about. So I will bitch about the little things - such as lunch at work.
I try bring my lunch most days. I feel that I eat foods that are better for me, and heck, it's cheaper! One of my cubemates is more like me, mostly brings her lunch but will go out on occasion. The other eats out pretty much every day. That I don't care about. What drives me nuts is the discussion starting at 9:30 and lasting until at least 11:30 every day on what to eat, who's going, when? Blah blah blah. It always seems like such a hassle. That's actually another reason I don't go. No one can agree on anything! Also, it seems like it's never just a little group. One minute it's 2-4 people, the next minute it's 7 plus we're meeting 3 more. That big of a group can't eat in a reasonable amount of time!
Even when I stay behind in the office things don't turn out well. If I'm sitting, facing my pc with headphones on, do you really think I want to talk to you!? NO! Leave me alone! Yeah, like I said, nothing really important to complain about, but I will!
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I found this article interesting...
I try bring my lunch most days. I feel that I eat foods that are better for me, and heck, it's cheaper! One of my cubemates is more like me, mostly brings her lunch but will go out on occasion. The other eats out pretty much every day. That I don't care about. What drives me nuts is the discussion starting at 9:30 and lasting until at least 11:30 every day on what to eat, who's going, when? Blah blah blah. It always seems like such a hassle. That's actually another reason I don't go. No one can agree on anything! Also, it seems like it's never just a little group. One minute it's 2-4 people, the next minute it's 7 plus we're meeting 3 more. That big of a group can't eat in a reasonable amount of time!
Even when I stay behind in the office things don't turn out well. If I'm sitting, facing my pc with headphones on, do you really think I want to talk to you!? NO! Leave me alone! Yeah, like I said, nothing really important to complain about, but I will!
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I found this article interesting...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Been Busy
Nah, I haven't really. Just more on the lazy side. Well, yesterday was a big day for me...the big 30th birthday. I keep saying that I don't mind 30 at all, but I do mind the gray hair! Quick! Someone grab some color and let's clean this up!
I didn't get into anything too crazy, went out with some AWESOME FRIENDS to Oxford in downtown. Eh, the place itself was ok. The beer was good, but I mean really, can you screw up beer? Find glass, pull tap. My prime rib dinner was ok. Just ok. Sigh, and I love some prime rib! But I truly did have a great time hanging out with BagelDave and other friends from Old Job. I miss seeing those guys on a daily basis. Nope, don't miss the job one bit, but those guys are so awesome! We were even talking about a Cinco de Mayo party we had last year at a friend's place, and we suggested he have a St. Patty's party at his house. He looked at us, shrugged, and said sure! Excellent!
Let's see, this upcoming Wednesday is playoff night for indoor soccer. Most of us have already agreed to play again next season. This past Wednesday didn't go so well...we did lose. One of my teammates even got shoved by a chick! (Did you hear about that? I saw her shove him and he laughed. And I laughed. HAHA!) The guys did compliment me that I've gotten significantly better since game one. I think so too. I'm a lot less nervous!
I didn't get into anything too crazy, went out with some AWESOME FRIENDS to Oxford in downtown. Eh, the place itself was ok. The beer was good, but I mean really, can you screw up beer? Find glass, pull tap. My prime rib dinner was ok. Just ok. Sigh, and I love some prime rib! But I truly did have a great time hanging out with BagelDave and other friends from Old Job. I miss seeing those guys on a daily basis. Nope, don't miss the job one bit, but those guys are so awesome! We were even talking about a Cinco de Mayo party we had last year at a friend's place, and we suggested he have a St. Patty's party at his house. He looked at us, shrugged, and said sure! Excellent!
Let's see, this upcoming Wednesday is playoff night for indoor soccer. Most of us have already agreed to play again next season. This past Wednesday didn't go so well...we did lose. One of my teammates even got shoved by a chick! (Did you hear about that? I saw her shove him and he laughed. And I laughed. HAHA!) The guys did compliment me that I've gotten significantly better since game one. I think so too. I'm a lot less nervous!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Don't Call It a Comeback!
Aw yeah! Win #2 last night in indoor soccer!! I think I had a pretty decent game. BGF has been giving me a hard time all along, be more aggressive! He joked that he was going to torture my cat in front of me, or treat me like the onion in that Burger King commercial. BGF and another friend of ours even took to calling me "Angry Onion". I guess last night I finally listened - right near the end of the game I was trying to move the ball up the field, but I was stuck along the wall. The guy defending against me pretty much had me pinned to the wall, but I kept fighting and pushing my way and eventually moved the ball up the field. Yay me!! After the game BGF complimented me on my good work, saying that there was still a problem though. Now that I've shown I can play like that, I'll be expected to do it all the time!
In other fun news, I think my cat is retarded. I was chatting online with a friend last night when I realized I hadn't scooped his litter box. I walked over to it, detached the top, and scooped out the poo. Then I walked back over to my pc and chatted for a minute. As I was doing that, Marco hopped in his litter box and I figured he was going to, you know, use it! Nope, I glance over after a few minutes and he's laying down in the little box, chilling!
In other fun news, I think my cat is retarded. I was chatting online with a friend last night when I realized I hadn't scooped his litter box. I walked over to it, detached the top, and scooped out the poo. Then I walked back over to my pc and chatted for a minute. As I was doing that, Marco hopped in his litter box and I figured he was going to, you know, use it! Nope, I glance over after a few minutes and he's laying down in the little box, chilling!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Hold Still!!!
One day Marco walked by me, and I noticed a little white thing stuck in the fur of his tail. I figured it was a fuzzy, brushed my hand over his tail and then went about my business. The next day I noticed another little white thing in the fur of his hind leg. Weird, but oh well...until he strolled by another day and I happened to notice another little white thing, almost like a grain of rice, on his little butt. EW! And you can't help but noticed the cat's ass, poor little guy was shaved when he was neutered, and we're still waiting on fur to grow back.
I called the vet today and explained what I saw, and she confirmed what I had thought - my kitty has worms. Or a worm. A tape worm. No big deal, they prescribed a pill and with the one dose it should be cleared up. Thank God it was one pill...getting him to take it was not an easy task! I called BGF's wife and asked for advice. I explained the pill was the size of a person's Tylenol. She said to bring the cat and the pill over and they would help.
I had already cut the pill in half, but they cut it into smaller pieces. I held Marco and had his head in one hand and his body and hind legs in the other. BGF held his front paws and opened his mouth, and BGF's wife dropped in the pill. We had to hold his mouth shut and massaged his throat trying to get him to swallow. Damn kitty, you are stubborn! We did a few more tries like that, even wrapping the pill in a tiny bit of bologna. He started kicking a lot, and BGF's wife suggested we wrap him in a blanket before he scratched me.
Next we wrapped him up like a little burrito. I'll have to get her camera - I hope the pics show how pissed he was. Me, I was the good mom, laughing at him the whole time. He was so angry his ears just flattened out. HAHA! Sorry Marco, it wasn't funny. We got a few more tiny pieces down. Finally we crushed up the rest and mixed it with some canned tuna. I figure he ate more than 3/4 of the pill. That should be good, right?
I called the vet today and explained what I saw, and she confirmed what I had thought - my kitty has worms. Or a worm. A tape worm. No big deal, they prescribed a pill and with the one dose it should be cleared up. Thank God it was one pill...getting him to take it was not an easy task! I called BGF's wife and asked for advice. I explained the pill was the size of a person's Tylenol. She said to bring the cat and the pill over and they would help.
I had already cut the pill in half, but they cut it into smaller pieces. I held Marco and had his head in one hand and his body and hind legs in the other. BGF held his front paws and opened his mouth, and BGF's wife dropped in the pill. We had to hold his mouth shut and massaged his throat trying to get him to swallow. Damn kitty, you are stubborn! We did a few more tries like that, even wrapping the pill in a tiny bit of bologna. He started kicking a lot, and BGF's wife suggested we wrap him in a blanket before he scratched me.
Next we wrapped him up like a little burrito. I'll have to get her camera - I hope the pics show how pissed he was. Me, I was the good mom, laughing at him the whole time. He was so angry his ears just flattened out. HAHA! Sorry Marco, it wasn't funny. We got a few more tiny pieces down. Finally we crushed up the rest and mixed it with some canned tuna. I figure he ate more than 3/4 of the pill. That should be good, right?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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Last night I said I hoped that my grandfather wouldn't suffer long, but I had no idea things would end so quickly. I should have known better, he's a very determined man. He passed away earlier this afternoon. My cousin Chuck told me, and we chatted for a few minutes, both with calm voices. And then my mom called. I said hello, she said my name, and I told her I knew. Then she told me she'd talk to me later. I think that's what hurts the most right now, hearing her hurting. Of course that's not to say I'm not sad, I'm just.....
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For most of the past month my mother's been up in Massachusetts to see my grandfather. Shortly after Christmas he fell ill and ended up in the hospital. It was a rough month for him, surgeries, infections, but last weekend things were looking good. He was moved from the hospital to a rehabilitation facility where he'd take part in physical therapy. Wednesday was the last day my mom saw him before she left to come home. He was doing great...the Grandpa he's always been, the one I know and love.
Today I called my mom just to chat, and she was pretty short with me. I knew the house was kind of a wreck, so I had assumed she was just mad at my dad making her come home to a mess. Then, during a quiet moment in conversation she blurted out she was going back in the near future. Turns out Grandpa has congestive heart failure. His lungs have been filling up with fluid. He's been on dialysis for the last few years, but he's decided to refuse further treatment. He says he's tired and in pain, and doesn't want to deal with it any more. He told my aunt this, and she asked him if he knew what would happen, and he said he understood. He doesn't want anyone to be mad at him for his decision, but it's what he wants.
I can't say I'd want anything different if I were in his shoes. Is it wrong of me to say I hope the end comes quickly? I can't stand the thought of him having to suffer more. He doesn't deserve that. For as much as it pains me to think of us without him, I can't bear the thought of him miserable and hurting in some hospital bed.
Grandpa, I love you, and I'll certainly miss you. No one could ever be mad at you for your decision. Don't worry about Grandma, she'll be taken care of. Do what's best for you.
Today I called my mom just to chat, and she was pretty short with me. I knew the house was kind of a wreck, so I had assumed she was just mad at my dad making her come home to a mess. Then, during a quiet moment in conversation she blurted out she was going back in the near future. Turns out Grandpa has congestive heart failure. His lungs have been filling up with fluid. He's been on dialysis for the last few years, but he's decided to refuse further treatment. He says he's tired and in pain, and doesn't want to deal with it any more. He told my aunt this, and she asked him if he knew what would happen, and he said he understood. He doesn't want anyone to be mad at him for his decision, but it's what he wants.
I can't say I'd want anything different if I were in his shoes. Is it wrong of me to say I hope the end comes quickly? I can't stand the thought of him having to suffer more. He doesn't deserve that. For as much as it pains me to think of us without him, I can't bear the thought of him miserable and hurting in some hospital bed.
Grandpa, I love you, and I'll certainly miss you. No one could ever be mad at you for your decision. Don't worry about Grandma, she'll be taken care of. Do what's best for you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
And It Feels So Good
It does, it really really does! Tonight we got our first win in indoor soccer! And I think I played my best game ever. I did have a pretty sweet shot on goal, damn that goalie for stopping it! I also saved a goal - the ball drilled me in my left thigh, and dammit it hurt! And everyone knew it, because yes I did yell out! It did make me feel pretty good that BGF said it was a goal-saving play, he didn't think he would have stopped it had I not been there. Yay!! Things did seems tense at a few times. Our goalie was sidelined because he earned a two-minute penalty and we had to play a man down. I didn't know that was a rule. Poor BGF, refs always hate him haha! The only thing that would have made the game any better is if my fat ass didn't have to play the entire game. A girl gets tired out there!
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