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Checking In...


The new job is going well. I am still a bit overwhelmed, but I think it will all be okay. I should be getting into a routine soon.

This weekend is going to be resting, reading and pulling up carpet. Not very exciting, but I can't wait to sleep in.

It looks like Lindi is going to need to get some bone spurring removed on her feet. She can barely walk. And, since she is on her feet all day, she will need to get them taken care of. Poor baby. Oh, and she updated her blog. At least, that's what she says! Check it out and let me know...

Love out to Pixie - I'm glad you enjoyed your surprise.

Drink of the day: House Cafe' with Irish Creme shot
CD on the Playa:Melissa Lucky

"Waiter, I think I found Something in my Soup..."


Woman Sues After Finding Condom In Soup
(I know this is from last November... but it still hits the gross factor...)
Four women sued an Irvine restaurant after one of them said she found a condom in her clam chowder when they dined there last year.

Laila Sultan said she was eating at McCormick & Schmick's Seafood Restaurant on Feb. 26, 2002, when she bit into something rubbery.

"We said, `Of course. You're chewing on a clam,"' said Paula Wild, one of her dining companions. When she spit it out, Sultan, 48, said she discovered it was an unwrapped, rolled-up condom.

Here's another one that made me shake my head...

Exploding Biscuits Prompt Magazine Recall

Following Southern Living magazine's recipe for "Pillows From Heaven" dinner rolls led to an explosion and flames in this test conducted for ABCNEWS.

Southern Living magazine has recalled its April issue from newsstands because of an error in a recipe for dinner rolls that resulted in minor burns to at least five readers.

Holy Shite!

Settling In...


The job is going well. I am officially through the first phase of training – basically navigating the programs and the "how" of what I do. I already know the job itself, but this is a new place, new ways of doing things. The programs are awesome, the computer tracks my call lists and accounts, and I can pend them out to come back up later. It’s awesome.

I have pictures up in my cubicle. I have my coffee cup. I have my Atlanta mug with my pens and pencils. I have Happy Bunny proudly displayed. Angelina is on the computer wallpaper... Melissa is on the CD Playa. It’s starting to feel like home.

I am pleased with how American Idol went last night. Goodbye, Redhead from hell. Seriously, the guy should have been sent home weeks ago. I am starting to think it’s gonna be between Diana DeGarmo, Fantasia and Latoya London. Although, you can’t really put George aside, either. And I love love love Jasmine Trias… but she’s not quite *there* enough to pull it to the top 2.

I miss Amy Adams, though.

Oh, I need to give you an update on the children!

I took Mister and Mickey to the vet on Saturday. Mister did pretty well, got his shots and got chipped. He wasn’t liking it too much and grabbed onto the examining table so the vet couldn’t get a good grip. What a fighter.

Mickey, on the other hand, was a very good kitty. He was very personable with the vet, and not skiddish like he normally is. The vet "molested" him, chipped him, gave him his shots and then took a good look at his front teeth. One of his canine teeth, literally, poked straight out of his mouth. Lorene calls it the "snaggletooth" We couldn’t tell if it was a birth defect or a trauma that caused it, and it was confirmed by the vet that Mickey’s jaw had been previously broken, healed itself, and the tooth was abnormally healed. We opted for the vet to pull it.

The vet gave Mickey both anesthesia AND gas... pulled the tooth (which ended up being a lot harder than he thought)... and we took him home pretty doped up. I cuddled with him for a good hour, and then he ran and hid under the bed. He was sent home with amoxicillin liquid, twice a day, to get that healed up nicely.

The vet tried to tell me it looked like he was hit by a car and that’s what broke his jaw. Lorene and I wouldn’t doubt that it actually came at the hands (or steel-toed boot, or golf club, or baseball bat) of a human. No wonder the poor baby hates people.

Almost immediately after his dental surgery, we have noticed that he stopped hiding his head. We think the tooth was ultra sensitive and probably caused him a lot of pain. Now, his mouth looks WONDERFUL and he is starting the cycle of adopting us as his family. He is getting easier to handle and let’s us love on him longer.

Last night, he enjoyed catnip with Mister and Miss and we were actually able to get pictures of all three of the kids! Mister and Mickey just lounged around, rolling on the carpet, enjoying the buzz. Miss, on the other hand, gets a weird sort of mean bitch attitude when she has catnip. She walked right over to Mister and bit him – hard. Mister calmly looked up and swatted her almost across the room. You could practically hear him say "Stop it, bitch, yo ruining my hiiiiggghh…"

Anywhoo, at work, still working, will check in later…

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From Maine’s blog: How to deal with Telemarketers…

*Pretending to be a talking alligator when telemarketers call:
Yeah, seriously. You haven't lived until you've done this...

Five minutes into the phone call:
Guy: "So, you'd save a lot of money by switching to us."
Me: "I know, but, being an alligator, I don't have much use for long distance phone service."
Guy: "Do you have relatives out of state?"
Me: "Some in Florida..."
Guy: "Do you ever call them?"
Me: "I'd like to, but they don't really know how to work the phone. I'm pretty sure my dad would just gnaw on it if he ever heard it ring."
Guy: "So, you're sticking with this alligator thing?"
Me: "I can't help the way I was born."
Guy: "..."
Me: "..."
Guy: "Is there anyone at home who isn't an alligator?"
Me: "Hang on. Let me check..."
Guy: "..."
Me: "No. Just alligators. I'm very sorry."

Drink of the day: House Cafe' with Irish Creme shot
CD on the Playa: Melissa Breakdown

I'm moving on up... to the East Side...


I have a zen garden. You know, one of those little boxes with sand, some rocks and a tiny Barbie-sized rake. You can make little designs in the sand and it's supposed to help you stay calm and focus on the task ahead. I bought it yesterday at a local bookstore, along with a new book on Wicca, to keep in my cubie for down times. I definitely needed my zen garden.

Let me set this up for those of you who are new to my blog... I work for a large hospital in the patient accounting department. Our unit, the cash posting unit, is primarily responsible for taking in money from patients and insurance companies and applying it to accounts. My job was to handle all of the insurance company denials, "code" them with a three digit code that reflects the reason for the denial, copy and forward them to other departments for follow-up. I was the Queen Bee of all insurance knowledge and I got used to having people come to me with questions from the very beginning. I enjoyed it. I was good at it.

Honestly, it wasn't challenging me enough. I was craving more responsibility, more details, more independence. So, when the position in Payment Review came up, I went for it. I had done that very same job single-handedly at another hospital prior to working here, so I already had the background. It basically took the same job I was already doing, and allowed me to contact insurance companies, read through contracts, and even get involved in litigation when the insurance companies would not pay. I applied. I was their top pick. I got a raise and a two-level increase in status. I took it.

The cash posting unit I worked in was known for one thing: They are called the "Relief Society" Unit. Relief Society is an affectionate term and Utah/LDS slang for a bunch of motherly women who plan parties, baby showers, funeral dinners, that kind of thing (in reality, it's a group of LDS women who look after the other members and help them out when needed). Every time there's a birthday or a wedding or something like that, my unit had cake and gifts and plants. I had only been in the unit for a month when my wedding came, and they all chipped in for a gift card and a plant - very sweet. We all contributed to help fund the events. Incidentally, I am paid through September... but I digress...

So Friday rolled around and I fully expected a plant or a cake or something to say "thank you, we will miss you." I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything, so I wouldn't have been disappointed. With the notable exception of Lorraine, no one said anything to me on my last day. Nada. Zip. No cake, flowers, plant, kick in the ass... nothing.

A few co-workers from other departments took me out on Friday to a local bar to celebrate my promotion. They seemed to be more angry than I was about the whole thing. "Damn, girl, every time someone sneezes twice in a row, they plan a potluck!" True, true.

So, it was very interesting yesterday, while I was finishing setting up my cubie, that my former supervisor asked for my help. I am the only one who knows how to do the electronic downloads and the primary person was out sick. She asked if I could help them out - which I graciously agreed to. I walked to my old cubie, kicked Stacey out of her chair and did the downloads for them. It took me all of 20 minutes, no big deal. Not one person said anything to me, not good morning, how are you, kiss my ass. Nothing. Except Stacey. She was happy to see me.

I am the betrayer, the traitor, the jezebel. I chose another department over them. Whatever.

I realized just how cliquey my old unit turned out to be. I like to know different people from other units, and that has served me well. I am a Butterfly and it would do me no good to do otherwise because that is not who I am. Management knows me because I didn't keep my head down and I got to know other people - and I think it paved the way for my promotion.

It should be noted that my lovely Lindi bought me a small fern on Saturday. She said I deserved it. I love her.

I will continue to be gracious and to help when called upon. After all, we all work for the same common goal. I can let it go now, but it taught me a valuable lesson about the co-workers you think are your friends. And it taught me that I will take self-improvement and self-respect over a cake anyday.

Except if it's a double devils food cake with chocolate whipped cream icing and dark chocolate roses. Screw self-respect when it comes to chocolate.

Also, BIG THANK YOU to Tubbs for the sweet post yesterday. I love you too, honey. And THANK YOU to all the wonderful guest bloggers to grace my space the past couple of weeks. Your logons are still active. Feel free to stop by and say hello!

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ADDENDUM: The co-workers I went out with on Friday just brought me a bamboo plant for my new cubicle. They made a point of it, making sure my old unit saw them bring it over, saying very loudly, "Welcome, Connie! We got you a plant! We are happy to have you over here!"

I love silent statements that aren't so silent.

Drink of the day: House Cafe' with raspberry shot and skim milk
CD on the Playa: Melissa - all of them

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According to the gender genie, the above post was analyzed and the results are:

Words: 962

(NOTE: The genie works best on texts of more than 500 words.)

Female Score: 1384
Male Score: 1161

The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: female!

Try it - it's fun. Thanks Tubbs!

The Tubby Sneak Attack


So, I know guest posting time is technically over, but I figured I'd be all guerilla-esque and squeeze my cute butt in here anyway. Why? Because I love Connie with all my heart and soul!

That's right. I've been out of the blogging loop for a week due to lack of internet access (read: my bitch ass dad took the cable modem. Fucker). And Connie, being the sweetheart she is, wrote this. And it made me so happy. So amazingly happy. The Twin actually called me and read it to me and I grinned like a retarded grinning pig or some other such thing.

So I wanted to say thanks to Connie. I wanted to let her know how much that meant to me and how great it made me feel. I wanted her to know that she's the shit.

And you should tell her so. You should comment and let her know why you love her. You should let the world know how wonderful this woman named Connie is. We're lucky to have her.

And I'm lucky to have a cable modem.

Bye, kids.


Drink of the day: Pimp Juice
CD on the Playa: "De-Loused in the Comatorium" - The Mars Volta

Back for more




Drink of the day: Apple Green Tea. Thats manly right?
CD on the Playa: Quiet time. Got any suggestions?

Back for my last guest post. Until next time the QW is needed. We shall most certainly be whores in waiting.

You can read my post about corporate trinkets. If you want. And what to do with them.

If anyone cares to comment, please... do so.

I just want to end this guest whoring with a one or two question survey.

Either or, you dont have to answer both. That might be too much work. OR, you can answer both.

You also dont have to make up sappy sounding stuff either. We at the QW dont judge. If you want to toss up something brash and ridiculous, go ahead.

What do you consider attractive?

AND/or

If you had a chance to do ANYONE, who would it be?

Short Timing It...


I know exactly how Maine felt the last week of his employment... slack slack slack... work a little.... slack slack slack... that's where I am at today.

I have noticed an interesting human trait when they lose one of their team members. They start to exile said member almost immediately, kind of disconnecting with them. This whole week, while being supportive of my promotion, I still get the weird, crawlin' up your back sensation of "get ooouutt... get ooouutt nnooooooww... we don't want you heeerree..." I soon expect to discover my team members are truly zombies... begin nightmares now.

All exept my Lovely Lorraine. She gave me a card today, letting me know she loves me and is happy I got the promotion and wishing me luck.

It's a duck. A duck in a bowling alley. Duck says, "Thuccess! Now, aren't you glad you took a quack at it?"

It made my day, in a week where I felt every single person stop investing any energy in me to continue our acquaintances and friendships.

The girl who I trained to take my place, Stacey, rocks the house. I have a feeling she and I will remain friends.

So, I am packing the cubie, moving things over, cleaning the p0rn off my computer... and I am sad and excited all at the same time. New door opening...

THANK YOU to all of the guest bloggers over the past 2 weeks. You have helped me tremendously. I love you all!

UPDATE: I was just invited out for drinks to celebrate my promotion. That made me happy. Alcohol always does.

Drink of the day: House Cafe, orange shot
CD on the Playa: Still Sarah...

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The Dr. Phil Test


Take it here. Thanks, Tre' baby-grrl.

Your total score is 41
Interpretation of Results:
Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.

Ohhh... how nice.

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Also from my Tre'...

What do you Love?

chinese:: Return of Phoenix (Sesame Chicken), Sweet & Sour Chicken or Cashew Chicken, Beef & Brocolli and white rice.
messican:: Chile Verde and Cheese Enchiladas
italian:: a good marinara and fresh mozarella
german:: saurkraut, baby
chocolate:: Godiva dark chocolate orange truffles and dark chocolate raspberry truffles
gummy:: Orange
fruit:: Strawberry
egg (boiled, scrambled, etc):: over easy or poached
pizza topping:: I am not picky
comfort food:: Ben & Jerry's - flavor depends on mood
side dish:: funeral potatoes - it's a Utah thang.
green vegetable:: brocolli and spinach
non-green vegetable:: cauliflower
pasta shape:: penne or angel hair
guilty pleasure food:: brownies
lifesaver flavor:: orange
jolly rancher:: I will never eat another Jolly Rancher as long as I live. I used them in my College Vice Presidential campaign and can't even stand the smell of them.
gum:: Dentyne Ice

Sad Day


Pat Tillman, Who Left NFL for Army in 2002, Killed in Action

April 23 (Bloomberg) -- Pat Tillman, the former National Football League safety who left the Arizona Cardinals to join the Army after the Sept. 11 terror attacks, was killed in action in Afghanistan, the NFL said.

Tillman, 27, told the Cardinals after returning from his honeymoon in May 2002 that he was joining the Army with his brother in the hopes of becoming a Ranger. Kevin Tillman gave up a minor league baseball career in the Cleveland Indians organization.

The brothers completed basic and advanced infantry training in October 2002 and graduated from the Ranger Indoctrination Program in December 2002. They joined the 75th Ranger Regiment in Fort Benning, Georgia.

My prayers are with the Tillman Family.

Pre-post:


Drink of the day: One cup of Caffeine
CD on the Playa: A whole bunch of random shit

I will hop on the boobie post here for a minute too. I plan on returning to get the real guest post in later on today. Its really fucking early, and I havent had any breakfast yet, but I cant ever resist talking about the boobies.

In my years I have had the pleasure of knowing quite a lot of boob..er.. members of the opposite sex who also had boobies. Each of them had their own good points, and actually, each of them had NO bad points. Come on. They're boobs.

A cups, B Cups, C cups, D cups, even the Dubba dubba dubba D's (2D) are all great. You almost HAVE to stare sometime. Either they are hanging just right, nipply in the cold, maybe they are hiding behind some semi sheer material.. maybe they are perky, maybe they are hanging pendulously and swaying with some unseen force of nature. They just beg you to stare.

If guys had to wear wang bras then I would fully expect people to glance at the wang and even sometimes stare. If you went out and purposefuly accentuated the wang, then expect people to look. And dont get offended. Like the boobie, if you put it out there for all to see, dont get offended if people look. NOw, if they grab, make comments, or generally do other unacceptable stuff, then by all means, GFN. (sorry, go fucking nuts). what would they be called anyway? Wang hangers? Wang Bras? Could society even survive such an upheaval in clothing evolution?

Now, this is not to say that some people take care of their boobies though. I have seriously seen some neglected boobies. I have also seen boobies that look like they hadnt ever seen support in their entire existence. So, you gotta care for the boob. Keep them supported, let your man or woman touch them as much as they like, and they will stay nice. Same thing with the wang if thats your thing. Gotta care for the wang.

JUST dont ever be that 45 year old redneck woman in the mall wearing the yellow tank top and pink shorts with the unidentifiable stain on them and not wear a bra. It doesnt matter if they are A's or D's, that just desecrated the greatness of the boobie. Mullets also do not accentuate the breasts. Come to think of it.. Dont be this guy Ted Mayo either.. he represents something No guy should ever do. Wear short shorts and no drawers. Your bag doesnt need to rest on a seat other people use. Seriously. Stay away from his cubicle. Guys... Never do this. Its bad for the wang image.

BUT, it brings up another point. I have this theory, and a few people have agreed with me, and a few people have disagreed with me on it. And its a shallow theory, based purely on aesthetics alone and not personality. But the theory is, if you look long enough, you can find something attractive about MOST people in the world. Now, there are a few who cant be helped, but generally speaking, I can walk in the mall, or at an amusement park and find something moderately attractive about just about anyone you might point out.

Back to the boobies. If your boobie bearing partner happens to have kids...there's a chance that the sex can gets a million times better. The boobies also become much more involved. I will try to keep this PG, as I know people dont want to read about other bloggers sexcapades, but my personal experience has been that after the kids, things have gotten WAY better. People who say kids get in the way just arent creative enough too. So, on a scale of 1-10, sex before kids was like 9, grading on quality and frequency, sex after kids... like 10 to the 9th power, again, grading on quality and frequency.

More today on Corporate trinkets. WHen I finish waking up and get some fucking coffee up in this bitch.

BUT, here's the summary of product placement within the post.

Boobies. Greatest product ever. Buy them now on the QW! $19.95!

Sexcapades. Buy them now on the QW! Subscription only $49.95!

Wang Bra. Look for them at a store near you! Or buy them at the QW! $149.95!

**update! More product! for boobies! mildly NSFW! :)

Boobs, Eh?


Our lovely host has been chomping at the boobie bit this week. Begging and pleading (in a very subtle, conservative manner, of course) for her guests to give her some breasteses. And, finally, I am here to provide wondrous, double barreled support.

Let's start off with a cleavage story. Today, I was talking to a girl wearing a low cut shirt. I've known this girl since middle school. In the entire time I've known her, she has always had marvelous breasts. And this shirt was incredibly low cut. It got to the point where I would either stare her directly in the eye to talk to her or not talk to her at all, just to make sure that I wasn't...ahem...inappropriately focused.

This kind of made me mad, you know? I mean, there they were, two gorgeous boobies, just sitting there, and I couldn't even look at them! She was showing them off, right there in public, but would get offended if I stared! Very rude, if I do say so myself.

Is there a moral to this story? I guess we could make one up...How about "If you have beautiful breasteses, wear low-cut shirts (or none at all!), and then let your friends gawk desiringly." Yeah, I think that works out right.

I've actually been asked, several times, mind you, by several different girls, why guys find breasts so appealing. "Blah blah blah!" they declare. "They're just fat! Blah blah blah!" Well, a six pack is just muscle! What's so cool about that? We men are able to appreciate more than just mere muscle. We can also appreciate a perfectly rounded ball of fat that, when appropriately triggered, shoots out wee streams of lactose solution.

And you say we need to be more cultured.
G-Fry

Drink of the day: Milk.
CD on the Playa: Brand New - Deja Entendu

Um, Yeah...





Which Disney Princess are you?

I am only gonna say this once...


IF YOU HAVE AN AMAZON WISHLIST, MAKE SURE YOUR ADDRESS IS CURRENT.

Thank you, now back to scheduled blogging.

Drink of the day: Cafe' Mocha, x shot espresso, shot of orange
CD on the Playa: Keith Urban

Bad, bad guest blogger!



I had a creative idea for guest blogging today and that idea went down the tubes when my computer came close to death over the weekend. I finally revived it late last night. I lost a ton of files; music, pictures, etc. (you know, all the important stuff). I'm extremely busy at work after taking the day off for my doctors' appointment yesterday. Today is a bad day for guest blogging. Bad Tre.

Drink of the day: Scotch (with Dad on Sunday)
CD on the Playa: Ja Rule - Between Me and You (song only)

And the Posting Continues...


This week is shaping up nicely. Thanks to Tubbs for the awesome post yesterday about modern day racism. No boobies, but provacative nonetheless...

For the remainder of the week we have:
Tuesday - Tre
Wednesday - Cul
Thursday - G-Fry
Friday - Jason ... again... I hope...

Tre is signing on asap, Blogger is giving her fits. So, in the meantime, Maria has given us this post for our Blogging pleasure... Thanks, Maria!

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Priorities

I always do enjoy blogging a little rant about how harmful television is & most of all, the sick and twisted things spawned from and associated with it. I know, it's so passe. That whole "kill your television" thing went out so long ago, right? But what about killing your mom and insuring that the television will be spared?

"[17 year old] Chereza offered the detective $2,000 that he expected to inherit from his mother's bank account, and gave him the keys to the family apartment, a map of the apartment and a picture of his mother, the police report said. He asked that the shooting be made to look like a burglary, it said.

"'Carlos stated that he didn't want anything to happen to the television,' the detective wrote in the arrest report."

Fantastic! So mom is dead, but hell if this little shit is going to miss his favorite shows. Actually, mom's not dead. Thanks to this kid being stupid enough to try to hire an undercover detective to do the job at the measly rate of $2,000. Lucky for the mom, she raised a real jackass. If she'd raised a slightly more intelligent kid, she could be deader than a doornail right now. Good job to everyone involved. The irony is priceless.


CD in the Playa: Circle Jerks - "Casualty Vampires" (It's funny, whenever I hear this song I think of the Bush Administration)
Of course, it also reminds me of ambulance chasing lawyers and rubberneckers, but it's most appropo for the subject of this post.

Thanks, Connie!
xoxo,
Maria

Empty Mind


So, I'm supposed to guest post today. And I'm totally psyched, don't get me wrong, but for some reason for the past week my brain hasn't been functioning.

I think maybe I got too much sun at French Quarter Fest (face painting + hulahoops + face painting + gator sausage = intense joy). Or maybe I'm just falling into highschool/college drop out syndrome (alas, I am no G-Fry. Also, I've had other things on my mind: among them finding employment and a place to live. All in all, I just don't think blogging has been up there in the priority list.

Still, I've got to make this little guest post at least a little more content driven than the babble that's going on at Not So Saucy lately.

Maybe I can talk about affirmative action. I was thinking about it yesterday, and I'm really not sure how I feel about it. Don't get me wrong, as a {quasi}black person, I do see racism alive and well and feel negative effects of it, but affirmative action just seems like it's doing nothing more than breed a culture that expect handouts. And if history is to be trusted, niggas can't expect anything from whitey except a chain around the neck (and not in a blingin' way).

Really, I just wish p.c. had never happened. I want to walk in to a job interview and have The Suit say to me "Yes, Ms. Simon, you are greatly qualified and we'd love to have you work for us here at ______. However, you're a nigger, and we don't hire those." I'm so racially paranoid that I figure that's what going on behind the closed doors anyway, and I'd just rather it happen in front of me.

What ever happened to you-call-me-nigger-I-call-you-cracka and we go along our separate ways? Now white people are nice to my face and then still call me nigger when I'm not around.

Or maybe it's just a New Orleans thing. We have an extremely stressed racial situation in this city. All because of integration. During segregation (which didn't even end here until the mid to late 70s) whites and blacks lived together, ate together, worked together. They had to because our city is so geographically small and because our economy is so tied to tourists and trade that everyone works in the same fields. That was fine because there were rules. Racist whites knew that even in the Blacks and Creoles were richer and better educated and had better jobs, they were still just niggers. And Blacks and Creoles knew that no matter how low they were on the social totem pole in the rest of the country, in New Orleans city limits they weren't obliged to fail. But when integration left, so did the rules. The rich whites freaked out (as did the rich creoles) and they left. They moved to Metairie and Jefferson Parish and The North Shore. And they took their tax dollars. And the ones who stayed in the city isolated themselves. They made their own private schools. They started their own social clubs. They became a world within a world and watched the rest of the city crumble around them.

It's the same thing you see in the South Side of Chicago or East St. Louis. Even Detroit. When business leaves, when money leaves, all that left is a people who are bound to implode.

Where was I going with this? I really don't know. It's just been on my mind recently. A lot. A whole lot.

I just don't see why race has to be such a big issue, but at the same time I see race in everything. And it makes me angry when I see rich kids or white kids my age who live a life where they don't need to see race in things.

I'd love to be colour blind, I really would. But really, I'm a huge bigot. And I think I am because all my life I've seen people's reactions to me change when they realize what race I am.

Babble babble babble.
And continue the babbling.

That's it. I'm going to Africa. They may not have fried-chicken and watermelons, but at least I won't have to hang around with Whitey all day.

~T

Drink of the day:
CD on the Playa:

Happy Monday Morning, Chil'ren...


Thought I would pop in to see how this Guest Blogging is going, and I am happy to report there is relatively little bloodshed, and alas, no boobies. That's ai'ight, Tubbs and Tre will be handling hosting today and tomorrow, so there is bound to be something good.

Quick recap:
1. Got G-Fry's graduation announcement. He's so adorable, but I was hoping for a photo *sniff*. Your present, as promised, is on the way. Congratulations, my little Golden G-Fry O' Goodness...

2. I tried to order a basket, as directed, but since I don't do credit cards anymore, I had to send an email asking about mail orders. Hmmm. Go there. Buy something. Support the Allen family and their attempt to educate their son.

3. I still haven't received Tubbs lifesize portrait yet for Da Project... I am officially bummed.

4. I bought the DaVinci Code on Thursday. I finished it yesterday. I would have finished it sooner, but I had to actually work while at work and not screw off. Damn.

5. The DaVinci Code is a must read. For anyone. Amazingly awesome. I should write book reviews, shouldn't I? "This book was off da hook! Boo Yah!"

6. I am now starting Soul Coaching. I want to be all Zen-like and stuff.

7. I got my car inspected and the emissions test performed. I had no additional work done to my car, I thought I would get a "second opinion" before shelling out $400 on repairs... and it passed with flying colors. I called the Dealership that failed me and reamed them a new one and let them know, in no uncertain terms, that their technician treated me like a stupid woman when I know a thing or two about cars, and I could have their license to perform Inspection/Emissions for the State of Utah yanked if I really wanted to. Padding a bill is not only annoying, it is also illegal. We'll see what happens. I want my money back.

8. Lindi and I have had headaches for the past 5 days. We think it's the barometric pressure. No, it's not Co2, we have a detector. I wish it would just rain for 10 days and get it over with.

9. This is the last week I will be in this unit at work, and next Monday, I will start my new job. I am completely excited. I want a party to celebrate.

10. Lindi's enchiladas rock the house.

11. Maybe I can have a party and Lindi will make enchiladas. And Margaritas. Lots of Margaritas.

11. It is Angelina Jolie Day on Comcast.net. Beautiful. Her Tattoos... her Movies (I own 18/27)... Her Attraction... Her Quotes: "I need more sex, okay? Before I die I wanna taste everyone in the world."

Sigh.

I made a list of the Angelina movies I need to complete my collection. Along with some books I want. Go to Amazon. Buy me a present.

Okay, enough for now. Back to the Guest posting... Tubbs is up next...


Drink of the day: Cafe' Mocha, no whipped, with Raspberry shot
CD on the Playa: I don't know... whatever was in there when I left on Friday.

Oh, Yeah!


Drink of the day: Vodka, I guess.
CD on the Playa: Brand New - Your Favorite Weapon

I just remembered. This is a free for all, no holds bar guest posting weekend over here.

Sweet.

Unfortunately, I've got homework. So, I'm gonna give you guys a little, just to even it out a bit. Don't worry, it's not hard. In fact, it's probably the best homework assignment you'll ever get.

Scroll down. A lot. And then stare at Angelina Jolie.

My God, she is hot.
G-Fry

Linguistic Thoughts


Last night, a German exchange student asked me this: What's the difference between shade and shadow?

And I tried to explain. I know there is a difference. I have it in my mind. Shadows are created by a definate object which blocks light. Shade comes from a less concrete source, but still blocks light. But after a day in the sun, 20 hours without sleep, and some *illicit substances,* that was really hard to explain. So we pulled out good old Webster to help a little. What did he say?

comparative darkness or obscurity owing to interception of the rays of light...

or a shadow

Drink of the day: Water. FQ Fest demands hydration
CD on the Playa: Theresa Andersson

Tubby Tubby Tubby Tubby Tubby Tubby Tubby


Oi. Oi. Oi.
I really don't have anything to say, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to sneak my sneaky little hands in and control Connie from afar. She should be like the subservient chicken, set up a webcam, and do whatever we say. Though things might get a little dirty.

So, I guess I'll leave now. My brain is not functioning (I've been awake since 8:30am. It is now 5:20am) and I have to get my fix. And then feed my new obsession.

Peace and hair grease. Stay Black, y'all.
~T

p.s. I'm a link slut just like these guys.


Drink of the day: Kool-Aid, playa.
CD on the Playa: "Musicology" by Prince

So I'm a little fucking late.......


This week has been hell. I just now walked through the door, poured myself a healthy snifter of Ardbeg, and sat down to write before I get bitched at. I have a lot I want to write about, too. Which post should I put here? My laughfest that Air America and the O'Franken Factor got the boot in half their markets? That would be a fun one. What the hell does he expect, though? When your target demographic is the unemployed hippie, you can't expect to be able to pay your bills.

Maybe I should write about the latest events in Massachusetts. Mitt Romney introduced legislation that would allow him to plead a stay of the SC's ruling on homo marriage until it went to a public vote. Another coalition has started a movement to have Margaret Marshall removed from the SC, which is legal. Neither is likely to amount to much. Romney's makes the most sense.

If I knew how to post pictures here, I'd post a great one I found about getting engaged. A laugh would be nice.

Hmmmmmm, decisions decisions.

Drink of the day: Ardbeg
CD on the Playa: TATU

HO yeah...forgot to add


Drink of the day:QW is the shizznit juice
CD on the Playa:Qw tunes to kick ass by

QW. Its WANG.


Ps, if some guy ever busted all up in my shit carrying some mentos and turned around grinning talking about its the freshmaker.. well, lets just say we will finally know how many mentos will fit into an eye socket.

H to the O, me and Connie MC.




Drink of the day:Hawaiian punishment
CD on the Playa:Nothing cool

Well. Today is Friday. Its also whore day. AND did I mention its also national blog whore week. SO someone needs to write a guest whore spot for us over at the QW. Send it to me email, unless we can figure out a way to add gues into our Mt. Damn Mt.

Anyway, I thought I would regale you with TWO, countem TWO haxX0rs of Connies site here. They werent much, but you know.. first time you fuck around with someones site you wanna take it easy you know. Like the first date. I wouldnt bust out the hot wax on you the first time out. So, I ease into the haXxes until I find out what hallowed ground I can stomp all over and still maintain blog friendships. OR, if I dont care about all that shit, I just draw up all manner of vulgar shit and be done with it.

Before I get into the blog, you can check the Haxxors.

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So there you have them. Just an initial entry into poking fun at the websites I visit regularly. If you come on over to (look I am whoring my own site ok), QW, you can see others too.

SO, you might have caught the double team me and Maine did on Connie the other day. What? Maine tells me he forgot to hit PLAY on the camera, so I suppose you wont have caught that .... what? Oh... Ok, Maine says we were talking about the POST. Yeah. The post.

I typically like to answer our google searches every now and then, just to make sure random visitors get what they came for.

Here is what we got hit up for in the past few hours.

16 Apr, Fri, 00:52:14 Google: "shadow lord" celebrity pictures
16 Apr, Fri, 02:05:36 Google: mp3 clip "you're fired" trump sound files
16 Apr, Fri, 03:17:35 Yahoo: kieara knightly
16 Apr, Fri, 08:16:55 Yahoo: jenit jackson's boobs
16 Apr, Fri, 08:43:51 Google: omorosa legal suit
16 Apr, Fri, 09:57:23 Yahoo: QW
16 Apr, Fri, 10:33:10 Google: SVD short sniper rifle for MAFIA game
16 Apr, Fri, 11:32:33 Google: Omorosa law suit
16 Apr, Fri, 12:07:41 Yahoo: "max payne 2 warez"
16 Apr, Fri, 12:21:10 Google: "scooby doo pot"
16 Apr, Fri, 12:42:59 Google: crispy weasel floss
16 Apr, Fri, 12:52:16 Google: omorosa legal suit
16 Apr, Fri, 12:58:19 Google: overclock pocketpc ipaq 400 intel xscale 250
16 Apr, Fri, 14:03:55 Yahoo: how to creat the perfect saltwater aquarium
16 Apr, Fri, 14:19:08 Yahoo: commanche4 trainer
16 Apr, Fri, 14:24:59 Yahoo: Omorosa law suit
16 Apr, Fri, 14:41:00 Google: "intel extreme graphics" "mafia"
16 Apr, Fri, 15:04:04 Google: omorosa legal suit
16 Apr, Fri, 15:33:49 Google: equlibrium +clothes from movie
16 Apr, Fri, 16:07:02 Google: jason maines secret service

Notice that we get a lot of hits from popular tv shows, illegal shit, misspelled shit, and sometimes just plain wierd shit.
Answers:

Omorosa will pose nude in a few months. Her lawsuit will be moot.
Equilibrium clothes were a mix of Matrix and Minority report
Intel Extreme graphics are shit. Give up trying to play games with them and buy a decent card. Mafia sucks anyway.
commanche 4 doesnt need a trainer. Its like helicopter lite. Cheating bastards.
Yes. You can overclock a pocket PC. THe Xscale doesnt oc as nice as the old StrongArm did IMHO.
Scooby Doo pot gets us every time. We think Shaggy was a drug kingpin. Why didnt Batman and Robin figure this out? The PENGUIN!
Max Payne 2 Warez? Come on, you know EVERY Warez site you go to is for the pr0n. You MIGHT get a game out of it after about amillion page views, but you know you are going for them titties.
SVD sniper rifle? In Mafia? Its in the 1930's dumbass. Try Remington. SVD russian rifle.. shit.
Ahhh Jenit Jaksons boobs. Genius. Apparently speed-pronners cant take the time to spell. SO we get em. Shame we dont have some kind of popup menu that pays us CASH money.
Kiera Knightly. Again. SPeed pronners cant spell.
Youre fired? MoreTv shit. We get the Shield all day too.
Shadow Lord? PIcs? That bitch doent even come out of his parents basement. Much less allow pics.
Jasons Maine Secret Service? Well, thats an interesting one. It also shows up along with the QW escort service too.

Well. Thats a lame post. But I wasted up all my good material earlier in the week. Check us out later on at the QW to see what other bullshit we come up with. We also take donations to send you naked pics of ourselves too.

Don't know Where Geoffrey Went to...


So, for your reading pleasure, Sandy has graciously posted an entry... WELCOME SANDY!

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I was talking to my neighbor yesterday and she was fantasizing about going on one of those make over shows on television. I couldn't believe she said that, the woman is a knock out. I suppose not everyone is happy with their looks. I myself wouldn't change nothing, not that I'm satisfied, I just ain't going under the knife to change my nose, etc.

I would like to upgrade one thing though. Can I buy some "gracefulness"? I mean, I am a klutzy woman. I walk into doors, trip over my own feet, fall down walking up the stairs, miss my mouth when I eat. I got no grace...I sure would like to purchase some though.

Drink of the day: Black Coffee
CD on the Playa: Otis Redding, Anthology

The QW Love to Blog


Hi.

I'm Maine, your guest poster for the day. Except, there's a bit of a twist on this guest-bloggy goodness.

You see, I've kinda got a pressing engagement I cannot ignore. (Neither of my cats are laying on the couch, so I actually have an opportunity to lay on it myself. Big time stuff, people...)

Sooooo, I'm having a guest poster. A guest-guest poster if you will. Cos I'm the laziest, slackinest, loafinest, rip-snorting, flat out, catatonic, non-workingest bitch you've ever met.

J of QuietWater. Take it over, J.

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Drink of the day: QW Man Sauce
CD on the Playa: QW Sings the Blues

Greetings one and all. I am your guest-guest poster today. So, I might as well get on with it.

Children, Peeps, Mens, womens, and monchichi's. I have noticed something going on in the blogosphere that's quite disturbing. It could very well mean the end of all that we know and hold dear. You may have seen the beginnings of the coming apocalypse over ON the QW the other day, and indeed I have begun to notice the other signs as well.

Let me explain. I have noticed a FUCK TON of guest posting going on on just about every blog I read. What does this mean you ask? Well, a ton of stuff actually. Lets say for instance, we all continue this trend. Either we are swamped with actual work, or we have stuff going on, or whatever the reason, we must turn our backs on our beloved blogs, and in the interests of knowing, and just being able to sleep at night because we know, that our blogs are happily being updated, like some sort of crazy ass pokemon keychain that needs feeding. Damn. I had one of those. I got it right after those bastards first came out. Except me being the dork I am, I had a star wars one, in fact I had TWO. It was C-3p0 and R2-d2. Ihad to feed them and train them, and the motherfuckers kept on dying. Tell me, how in fuck does R2D2 die because I didn't sweep his cage?!? DO robots even poop?

I digress. The dangers of all this guest blogging have become apparent. Besides the fact that we may have unleashed the ultimate blog ragnarok, the blog doomsday machine the other day, this guest blogging could end up destroying all that we hold dear. Scenario: We all keep on guest blogging, until work finally catches up with us, lets be real, eventually it will catch us all, so it spirals down into some crazy multi tiered guest guest guest blogging thing, and eventually.... ALL THE BLOGS IN THE WORLD are going to be written by some guy named Gary in Wisconsin who lives in his parents basement. He will be the only guy blogging because we will have all OUTSOURCED OUR BLOGGING to each other and OUTSOURCING BEGET OUTSOURCING BEGET OUTSOURCING. What's gonna happen then? Gary starts charging us to read our own blogs, he doesn't link us any pr0n, and he takes down all the pics of the boobies. OH how the world will be a dreary and bleak place to live! Heaven help us!

OR, maybe I am wrong.

What IF, we could use this guest posting thing in more aspects of our lives? Like, I need a couple days off, so I need someone to come to work, and guest boss for me a few days. All you gotta do is blog, surf the web and other blogs, and yell at my employees for an hour. And when you go home, you need to speed pr0n for an hour, eat a sandwich, and then I will take over after my nap. Maybe I need to go to court, you can go be my guest court appearance. It could spawn a whole new industry!

Ok, so here's the deal. If it should spawn like I say it should,I am hereby announcing our patent on the entire industry. QuietWater Guest temps for everything INC! Anyone want a job? First we need clients, and then we will send you there! It'll be great! We send guest bloggers to your house, guest drinkers to your parties, guest ninjas to your mean ugly ass neighbors house to pee on their car door handles in the middle of the night! Ashida Kim already signed up! He wants a guest ninja to come and take his next ass whipping for 10 thousand dollars! No insurance required!

And I am a hippocrit (sp?) too. I will also be guest posting here Friday.

HERE YE, HERE YE!!


We will have a host of guestbloggers for the coming week...

So far, the line up is as follows:

Today - Maine
Tomorrow - Geoffrey (it will be okay, I promise)
Saturday and Sunday - FREE FOR ALL (anyone want to be Primary GuestBlogger these days?)
Monday - Tubbs
Tuesday - Tre
Wednesday - Cul
Thursday - G-Fry
Friday - Jason

I can honestly say that I am THRILLED for each and every one of these Guestbloggers to be on my site. Tubbs and Tre have turned out to be fabulous 'net buddies, full of love, compassion and humor, besides the fact that they are fiiiiiiiine... Cul is an extremely eloquent writer with a heart of a lion... Maine is just the shit, yo... Geoffrey, while a bit of an antagonist (read: asshole), still gets me thinking and tests my convictions... and what can I say about my Little G-fry O' Goodness? He's like a little brother who I've never met. Jason, another of the Quietwater Crew, makes me laugh and laugh... especially when he bakes a German Chocolate Cake.

Wrap all these guys up in a bow, 'cause they are a gift from the Blogging Gods.

There are still slots available for Saturday and Sunday as the Primary Bloghost, and I would LOVE to extend this Guestblogging out to Thursday and Friday of next week, too! I would really like to see Sandy, Maria, Cornelia and Danielle on here shaking their blogging bootay... now, THAT would be FUN!

MAINE IS IN DA HOOUSE!! He's just a minute away...

Drink of the day: House Cafe with a shot of Orange and Whipped Cream
CD on the Playa: Celine Dion Compliation - shuddup, Dylan.

Okay, Okay...


After much thought, and prodding, I decided I want to open my blog to GUEST BLOGGERS beginning tomorrow.

I am doing this for a few reasons:

1. I am swamped at work.

2. I need new readership.

3. I like some of you.

So, if you would like to entertain the masses here in front of Angelina Jolie's eyes, email me and let me know ASAP.

Lorene, Toni, Dylan and crew... feel free to post at will.

Bless This Girl's Heart...


Girl, 5, found, over a week after crash
By BRUCE HARING
Associated Press

LOS ANGELES - A 5-year-old girl found in a ravine survived on dry noodles and Gatorade while remaining near her dead mother following a car crash more than a week ago, relatives and authorities said.



Sandy and I were wondering if there was some sort of fund set up for this little girl and her family. I'll be on the lookout - please let me know if you find anything.

Talk about breaking your heart...

Won't You Be My Neighbor?


Time: 2:30 am, Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Place: Salt Lake City, Utah, the duplex next door

The story you are about to read is true. Names may or may not have been changed, depending on how I felt about it. I am tired, so this is the story as best to my recollection.


“BOOM!! BOOOM!! BOOOM!!”

Me: “Honey, you may want to check that out…”

Honey: “Uh huh…”

Me: “Did you hear that?”

Honey: “Uh huh…” *snore… roll over… go back to sleep*

Time: 3:00 am

I am awoken, again, but this time by red lights flashing. I finally get up when I hear a diesel engine idling in front of our house that doesn’t seem to want to drive away… I get to the window to see SWAT, ATF, DEA, the Health Department and the Fire Department all lined up and down our street

I lean over, shake Lindi awake and tell her, “You may want to see this…”

Looking closer, I see what the problem is – the duplex next door just got raided. Our neighbors, taken away in handcuffs, were shoved into a decontamination van to be stripped and powdered, then redressed for their trip to jail. Large bags were lining our driveway, drug testing kits were spread across the hood of a police van, a beautiful drug sniffing German Shepherd was making the rounds, and DEA and SWAT were patrolling, dressed in all black with hooded masks.

We were thrilled.

We had been trying to tell our landlord about these characters. No one who is 19 years old has a big screen TV worth over $5,000, even if that was all they used their money for. We could tell when a shipment came in because 10-20 cars would circulate through our parking lot, blocking our cars. Our landlord’s response? “Oh, they just have a lot of friends.”

Needless to say, it gave me great pleasure to call and wake his happy Mormon ass at 4:00 am to tell him that his duplex was just raided for drugs and he may want to call the police department in the morning. He was grateful for us being tenants and he was dumbfounded that those “nice boys” were into drugs. “They were referred by the other neighbor, M***.” Well, dumb-ass, why do you think he referred them? He’s a drug-dealer, too, and as soon as I can prove it, I’m getting his ass evicted.

I ventured out of my duplex and didn’t have too look far to talk to anyone since the Central Comm table was set up outside my front door. It went something like this:

Me: “Good Morning.”

DEA: “Good Morning.”

Me: “Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

DEA: “What do you think?” Smirk and wink.

Me: “I figured so.”

DEA: smile

ME: “Can you tell me if you executed a warrant?”

DEA: “Yes, ma’am, we did.”

Me: *thumbs up sign* “Can I just say thank you? We’ve been telling the landlord that we thought this was a drug house, but he wouldn’t listen.”

DEA: Chuckle and evil grin. “Well, he’s not going to be too pleased when he sees the apartment.”

Me: “Is it fixable?”

DEA: “Yeah, no problem.”

Me; “Great. Can I get you gentlemen some coffee or anything?”

DEA: “No thanks, ma’am, we brought our own.”

Me: “Okay, if you need anything, we’re awake.”

DEA: Chuckle. “I’ll bet you are!”

We woke Sarah up and had her look at what was going on, citing reason 2,914 not to do drugs. She was excited to see the activity until she realized that we may have been in danger. After all, meth labs do explode. Lindi and I explained that if they thought there was danger, they would have evacuated us. So, she and I took turns checking out the “hot boys in uniform”. Hey, I can still appreciate.

It was hard to get back to sleep, but we did and when I walked outside in the morning, you could tell something had gone on last night. Clothing, blankets and pillows were on the lawn, discarded Gatorade bottles and coffee cups were left (only a couple – and there were at least 20 people there last night – not bad) and a large fluorescent pink sign on the door:

NO ENTRY
BY ORDER OF THE SALT LAKE COUNTY HEALTH DEPARTMENT

Fabulous!

So, if anyone is in the valley and looking for a place, I know of one coming open soon…

Oh, and there are pictures. I will insert them when Lindi emails them to me this morning. Of course, I had to take pictures to put on my blog. I am a freak.


Drink of the day: Cafe' Mocha with an extra shot
CD on the Playa: Janet Damita Jo

Oh, Gawd, ANYTHING but THAT...


So, I bought about $250 worth of clothes a couple of weeks ago, and I have to say, I have been looking pretty stylin' lately. I am pleased with my purchases, which included this pretty spring tunic in Rose.

As I am walking around, I am getting compliments (which I have been used to since I am wearing all my new clothes). It's been really nice.

Until...

"Wow! You look really pretty in pink. That's your color!"

No, she di'nt. She di'nt just say I look pretty in pink. Flashbacks of Molly Ringwald ran through my head and I started getting dizzy. Am I in a John Hughes 80's flick? It's not pink, it's rose. ROSE, I tell you! Different color entirely! Gawd, help me...

For those of you who have seen the room I grew up in, you would understand my aversion to anything pink. All the walls were pink, in differing shades from pastel to Pepto Bismol. The carpet, too, was also pink patch shag. It was great when I was four. As I grew older, it made me naseated. This aversion has continued in later life, although I am venturing closer to it than I used to. I have 2 shirts in the "rose" family now. I am progressing.

I think I need an Excedrin Migraine.

Happy PHAT Tuesday...


Ok, it's not really Fat Tuesday, but since I bought a cinnamon roll for breakfast, I am feeling a bit phat. And a Cafe' Mocha. I haven't had one of those in months. I haven't actually eaten said cinnamon roll. But it's there. Oh, yes, it's there...

Cookies weren't very successful in bribing my unit. Don't get me wrong, they ate them happily, but they are still pissed that I am leaving. Hey, a promotion is a promotion and I have to do what's right for me. If I play my cards right, I may be able to be next in line for another promotion to Broker Relations, which is my ultimate goal. Management Perks. Excuse to buy more clothes. Oh, yeah. I am sooooo there.

Okay, I need to bitch a little bit. There's this woman who has a cubicle around the corner from mine. Our cubie-farm is built in such a way that I actually face her direction with a wall seperating our cubies. Anywho, this woman is on Oxygen, is about 150 lbs overweight (which I have no problem with since I am not a skinny-mini myself), is Diabetic and has a myriad of other problems. I think I have bitched about her before...

So, I come in today, and I am always pleasant to her, and I tell her good morning and ask her how she is doing today. She tells me she isn't feeling very well, she thinks her blood sugar is "wacked out". It's Bagel Day in the office, so I offer to get her one to help level her sugar out in a healthier way. She tells me no, that it has too many carbs and will knock her for a loop.

I understand, since I am counting carbs, too. I tell her that if she feels worse to let me know, I am an EMT and I can help.

I come back from picking up my whole wheat bagel to see her eating a danish at her desk. A DANISH! Like THAT isn't going to spike her blood sugar above all recognition. Worried about carbs? Not anymore... you're unconcious! Good freaking Gawd in Heaven! She always has bags of candy at her desk. I don't know how she thinks she can justify eating an entire bag of mini-Kit-Kat's and still shooting insulin 5 times a day. Seems like a losing battle to me, almost like she doesn't want to be healthier. Duh.

Besides the fact that she wears patchouli oil. Ick. if you're not going to bathe, then don't wear patchouli. It doesn't mask your B.O., it just makes you smell worse. The only person in the world who could ever wear patchouli and get away with it is Jenn Bunker. She always smelled nummy.

So, Moral of the story: if you're not Jenn Bunker, don't wear patchouli. That's the rule.

Which, brings me to the question of the day: Which smells turn you on? What is the one smell that makes you sick to your stomach...




Drink of the day: Cafe' mocha, baby
CD on the Playa: Janet Jackson Damita Jo

Oh, My Hell...


Dutch eye surgeons have implanted tiny pieces of jewellery called "JewelEye" in the mucous membrane of the eyes of six women and one man in cosmetic surgery pioneered by an ophthalmic surgery research and development institute in Rotterdam.

The procedure involves inserting a 3.5 mm (0.13 inch) wide piece of specially developed jewellery -- the range includes a glittering half-moon or heart -- into the eye's mucous membrane under local anaesthetic at a cost of 500 to 1,000 euros (270 to 540 pounds).

"In my view it is a little more subtle than (body) piercing. It is a bit of a fun thing and a very personal thing for people," said Gerrit Melles, director of the Netherlands Institute for Innovative Ocular Surgery (www.NIIOC.nl).

The piece of jewellery is inserted in the conjunctiva -- the mucous membrane lining the inner surface of the eyelids and front of the eyeball -- in sterile conditions using an operating microscope in a procedure taking about 15 minutes.

"Without doing any harm to the eye we can implant a jewel in the conjunctiva," Melles said. "So far we have not seen any side effects or complications and we don't expect any in the future."

It's Going to be an Angelina Day...


Gotta love her... "Having written a letter to the Olympic commission, Ms. Jolie is to carry the torch for a few hundred metres before arriving in Athens on August 12th".

Does anyone have a way to confirm this?

Kristos Anesti!!


Christ is Risen!

This was a wonderful weekend! Saturday, I ran to the Greek Market and bought tons of Koloudia, Kourembiethes and Baklava and took them to Lindi's work for her crew for Greek Easter. They loved the treat. I visited with my mother and sister and then ran home to get ready for a barbeque for TeinaMarrie. Of course, I was fasting, but I had a wonderful time nonetheless.

Lindi and I had planned to go to the Resurrection Liturgy, but I wasn't feeling well, so we called it a night. We awoke early to meet her Mother and Sarah for breakfast and shopping! Lindi bought me the most beautiful gold cross and her mother bought me a gorgeous white button up blouse for Easter. I feel nekked when I don't wear a cross, and the blouse looks gorgeous casual or dressy, which I love. And I finally bought me an Italian Modular Charm bracelet... oh it is sooo cool... I have wanted one for a long time.



Now, this one is an example of what it looks like although these links aren't the exact ones I used.

Starting in the Center of the bracelet, I have the initials L.C.S. for Lindi Connie and Sarah, separated by our birthstones. To the right of Sarah I have the "Jesus Fish" with the Greek Initials for "Son of God" inside. To the left of Lindi, I have a Virgo symbol. Around the back I have a gold star, a dangling gold moon and a gold sun. The whole bracelet cost me about $50, which, looking at some websites, isn't too shabby, when some of the links can cost up to $20.00 It is some sort of craze... they even do parties! (Speaking of, if anyone is interested, let me know, I am thinking of doing it)

We then went to Lindi's Aunt Jayne's house for a BBQ with Lindi's extended family (mucho fun) and then home to clean, relax and watch Cheaper by the Dozen. I really enjoyed that movie a lot - and it helped that Sarah and her cousin Carlie made cookies for us while we watched. Carlie spent the night, since Sarah is off of school on Spring Break. They must have made nearly 12 dozen cookies.

I also watched Beyond Borders last night starring my girlfriend Angelina Jolie. God, I adore that woman, especially when she's wet in the forest. The movie was pretty good and I was highly disappointedd in the ending, but it was overall not a bad movie.



Drink of the day: Diet Coke
CD on the Playa: Sarah McLaughlin Fallen I am really digging on it lately...

MeMe.. Courtesy of Pixie


Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: Non-participating facility B6.

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? My cork board.

What is the last thing you watched on TV? Charmed, this morning.

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Sarah McLaughlin, and keyboarding.

When did you last step outside? About 5 minutes ago on break.

Before you came to this website, what did you look at? My own website.

What are you wearing?Covered in the above post.

Did you dream last night? Yes, but I am not sure of what...

When did you last laugh? About 5 minutes ago.

What is on the walls of the room you are in? On my cubicle walls are photos of Lindi and I, Sarah, my wedding invitation, a calendar, a postcard of Vegas and Happy Bunny stickers.

Seen anything weird lately? Not really.

What do you think of this quiz? zzzzzzzzzzzzz

What is the last movie you saw? Honey

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? A Chevy Avalanche for Lindi

Tell me something about you that I don't know: I have an obesssion with Gladware.

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? Honestly, and this sounds lame, but World Peace. And chocolate milk in drinking fountains.

Do you like to dance? Only with Tequila on board

George Bush is he a power-crazy nut case or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?: A little of both

Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Yvonne Joyce

Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Hmmm... I like George Jeffrey William

Would you ever consider living abroad? It would really depend on where.

OH MY HELL!!!


Basking in the love of my wifey, we missed E.R. And apparently, this was the one episode we should not have.

There are two characters on the show who are lesbian partners. Kerry Weaver, and ER doc and Sandy Lopez, a firefighter. Sandy conceived and they had a child together, Henry.

Apparently, Sandy died in a fire in last night's episode, "devastating Weaver and bringing out some masterfully understated acting by Laura Innes. One of the only two things that made Weaver human is gone, and the other might get ripped from her, as Sandy's family has decided that baby Henry belongs with his blood relatives....

"... Lopez's family is so cold, and Weaver is actually left banging on a glass door while wailing, "My son!"

Whoa. That is my worst nightmare.

For those of you who don't understand gay marriage, I hope you saw that episode of E.R. and it made you think, if only for a minute, how it might make you feel to lose your child in such a way. This is what I live with every day. I am blessed that Lindi's family would allow me to still be in Sarah's life if she were to pass away. I am also not disillusioned - I know without a doubt that Sarah would live with her grandparents and I would have unlimited visitation. It's not how I want it, but it is how it would be, and I have come to peace with that.

When will people learn that blood and biology does not make a family?