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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Break Time

I'd like to say this was break time at work but I'd be lying. But one can dream. Back to work today went well. I even navigated the smoke breaks face on. Yep! I went on smoke breaks with the gang. I figure (like last time) I need to face that fact that friends smoke and I will be around it. So I need to force myself to get used to it. Most of the day went well with the exception of 2 things. One, I was in a fantastically boring meeting for 3 hours with yawning people and the room was just getting warmer. But I made it...

And 2? well you'll have to go read
Dr. Flab.

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Swirl


If you don't know
I quit smoking
It's now day 2
I'm actually doing well
Though my mind is
With unmentionable thoughts

Sunday, March 29, 2009


By clicking on

Dr. Flab

You accept entrance

Into his Universe

And his First Battle

Saturday, March 28, 2009

WV Country Girl

Actually her name is Stephanie, I just like to associate people with cartoon characters. Stephanie's married and has a few hope's and aspirations in her life:

  1. She's wants her own home
  2. She wants to have a child in about 5 years
  3. OMG - I can't remember what this one was. I'll get back to ya.
  4. She wants to record a country music album
  5. If she dies, she wants to go to heaven

    Stephanie is the niece of a friend of mine. She's in town from the fine state of West Virginia for a few days. We took her to lunch and drove around a bit. She's a shy young lady. The type that speaks when she's only got something of value to say. WHATEVER! So I had to try to draw her out of her shell a bit if I was going to be a part of this. I was asking her all sorts of questions. This one question, "Tell me 5 of your hopes and aspirations" was the one that lasted the entire time we were together. The last one took the longest, but would make her grandmother proud.

Hopes and aspirations are not something I tend to focus on personally. But since I asked her this question, I figure I should create my own list:
  1. I hope and aspire to be a better friend to my friends and relative to my family members.
  2. I hope to have biological children of my own. I can't say I aspire to that goal, because I just don't see that happening.
  3. I aspire to live a healthier lifestyle.
  4. I aspire to be financial responsible and hope that I am making the right decisions.
  5. As a non-denominational Christian I hope to put off my entry into heaven for as long as possible. And since I am the Supreme Commander of The Universe I aspire to one of the larger more prominent cloud mansions overlooking my, ummm our, glorious neighborhood when that time comes.
What are your hopes and aspirations?

Friday, March 27, 2009

People, Please

I'm drivin' in my Car...
I turn on the wadio.
...it's raining like a mother!
I have one errand to run.
THIS is what I find. People, Please!!

Help me understand why people park their cars at angles traversing 2 or 3 parking spaces. Why is it that a motorcyclist is out in the rain and really tell me why it's parked in the handicapped spot. Give me a really good reason why you have to change your oil in a parking lot in the middle of all this raining. Is it really that much fun to stand out in the rain chatting with each other in the rain without umbrellas? And please... tell me why the two of you had to have your conversation in a perfectly good spot. Yeah, I don't give a crap about your needs either. So screw you beggar at the front door asking for change. OMG this was a WWJD moment and everyone just failed miserably, including myself. Thank you jezus this is a 3-day weekend for me.

Life According to Dewey

WTK3's Dewey Decimal Section:

097 Books notable for ownership or origin
WTK3's birthday: 1/31/1966 = 131+1966 = 2097

000 Computer Science, Information & General Works

Encyclopedias, magazines, journals and books with quotations.

What it says about me:
I am very informative and up to date. I work on living in the here and now, not the past. I go through a lot of changes. When I make a decision I am very sure of myself, even stubborn, but my friends appreciate my honesty and resolve.

Thursday, March 26, 2009


Baby Daffodils, and by that I mean the dwarf variety are one of my favorites. So, last year when I got an opportunity to get a boatload for free I grabbed them. Well they didn't like the process of being uprooted and replanted last year and just went to sleep for the season. I figured they would be stressed, that is why I planted them in a nursery. I was all excited this year. Waiting for their little green arms to reach through the ground like they are yawning. The past two weeks they have done just that. Unfortunately, I think that I'll only be getting arms and no dills. When it comes to plants, I can be extremely patient. *One more year little ones and I'm sure you'll mature into the glorious daffs that I know you are.* Funny, I think I feel a bit like my daffodils, a bit puny.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Dr. Flab

I have created another blog to challenge my health goals. It's in the early stages, but feel free to drop by now and again at http://drflab.blogspot.com/. An explanation of this new character is over on that site. He makes me laugh, in an - ugh I got work to do way. Yesterday I provided you only the backside of Dr. Flab. Today - I present the side view and the front. Enjoy.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


I'm needing some motivation.
So I have created a new Amalgamation.
Coming soon to a new blogspot near you.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Time Slows Down









Time also slows down on Friday evenings when you consume wine and know that you're a lightweight because of your medications. Time approaches zero when you spend that time with the parents of a precocious 2 1/2 year old who's table manners are decent to a point. The point of which "snack" aka dessert trumps any dinner. Time stops when that same child walks her mommy into a winner's "okay" through thoughtful youngster discourse and "reason". Time suddenly speeds up as the daddy decides to butt-in and parent. Damn I was having fun.

Time also slows down when you have no plans on a lazy Saturday. It slightly speeds up when you approach the asymptote of homemade rye bread, the creation of Indigo-Orion. And it again slows down when you enjoy the yum of it on a lazy Saturday.

Time speeds up to the shocking bark of a German Shepard to the loud "CLANK-THUD" of the Sunday newspaper on the screen door. Time slows down to the enjoyable stench of newspaper print and unbearable stories of world and local events. Time comes to a near halt when you clip coupons for yourself, friends and co-workers. You know them so well that you reminisce of your friends and their budgeting needs. Time speeds up for laundry and slows for the wait of the cycle. Time slows during the wait with a cat-like stretch that falls into dream catatonia. The repositioned yellow globe shifts within eye shot and time speeds up. Allowing you to tend to the laundry and other domestics. But time slows down as evening approaches and Claudia is fired over Melissa Rivers. And slumber approaches.

Time is ugliest on Monday mornings, with its rushing alarm and bladder urgent pup that simultaneously demand attention. Out of control, time moves faster and faster and faster and you seem to blink and the digitized numbers blurr past you, exponentially chastising you to beat the clock to work. Time **SLAMS** to a screeching halt as you power-on your laptop at work. You have arrived - The work hole - darkest matter in the universe. You're only hope is exercising the patience of Job and reaching out for ... my earbuds and blasting some Anastacia. ...aaaahh!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Short People

Short people got no reason, to live

They got little hands and little eyes
And they walk around tellin' great big lies
They got little noses and tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes on their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people, round here

Short people are just the same, as you and i
(A fool such as i)
All men are brothers, until the day they die
(It's a wonderful world)

(refrain), to love

They got little baby legs and they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up just to say hello
They got little cars that go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers and dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time

Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people, 'round here

Author, Randy Newman

Nope, my mind ain't right. This is the song that was flooding my mind today and I couldn't remember the lyrics. So there you are. But of course there's a reason behind why the song was drumming through my head. I had just gotten to work this morning, pulling into the parking lot and driving up the ramp. How was I to know that 'she' was going to pop out from the side of her car into traffic. I try to be careful, really I do. I often worry about an accident happening. And to think, this morning was my turn. Well thankfully she was a nimble creature, all of about 4'11". I swear I've never seen her before and she must work in another building. I did not hit her. I rolled down my window (gentleman that I am) to see if she was alright. She totally agreed that she wasn't paying attention. My throat released my heart and let it go back to it's normal position in my body and I drove off. But I got to thinking - if she had not been so short, I might have seen her (better) through the windows and she might not have possibly died. And there you have it - Short People.

And then, don't ya know, my warped mind got to thinking about black people at night wearing dark clothing. Certainly they realize it's difficult to see them. And all the gays, sashaying and swerving their hips as they walk; makes ya dizzie when you're driving and harder to hit 'em. Think of all the points I'm missing out on. Pardon me, there's a mother with a stroller, brb...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Rainbow Flag

My rainbow is intensely shaded black and orange.

**Rainbow Here, but it's a no show**

What it says about me

I am a strong person.
I appreciate mystery.
Others are amazed at how I don't give up.
I may meet people who are afraid of me.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Wow, my "rainbow" flag is really ugly. I like it! I am strong. I do appreciate mystery. I never give up, come on now - everyone say it - Can't Never Could Do Nothing! And some folks are afraid of me, which I find just silly. But I can be oddly defiant, unemotional, bossy and evil. But usually in a good way. Usually. *Hey wait a damn minute - I need more GREEN!* *stomps feet*

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

VA State Police - Again

Do the VA State Police have to memorize the Trooper's Pledge? Well if they do, they forget much of it. Two State Troopers (traveling pairs again on 64 East/Why always East?) were pacing traffic this afternoon at a comfortable clip of 65 mph in the 55mph zone. So I'm not complaining about their disregard for the speed limit. But I am a tad pissed that they don't use their signals.
  • Trooper-whoever in the car with license plate number 5082. You headed north on 95 from 64 East. You might consider providing more advanced notice than the nanosecond ghetto-blink of your directional signal. I'm glad I wasn't in the lane you suddenly decided to merge into.
    • Buddy Trooper (License plate number 4972) that head south on 95. You are a complete ass, not even giving some old guy in a clunker (not me, I'm not that old) even the courtesy of the ghetto-blink.

Yes, I have a good memory, but I also text while driving. But I use my god-damned directional signal! And so should you. okay I'm done whining. But then again, I'm still a bit bitter about your response time from when I was shot at on I-64.

Today was a good day. I fit into a green sweater that I had not worn in years. And by "fit", I mean I stretched that sucker to hell and back last night and a bit more this morning so it would fit. I wanted to wear that because it was chilly out and it was the shade of green that fancied my mood.

No Stephanie, there is no Irish Code about what constitutes as Green clothing appropriate to wear on St. Patrick's Day. Your green jacket was fine. I'm sorry I made you feel joked into going home at lunch to get a green shirt. *if your wondering - For Real!*

Green - oh yeah! Where the heck is my money going? GAS BILLS, that's where. Most abundant resource there is, MY ASS. *okay so I had one more whine*

St. Patrick's Day


Monday, March 16, 2009

Fabulous (C.O.) and Amaaaaazing!!

The TV show Friends was a really funny show. Why did it take be 5 years into it's run to realize that? Cheers was awesome year one. But it took me until the year 3 to realize how funny it was. And Seinfeld. There's an Irish Christian Brother out there somewhere in this brave world that knows it took me until the FINAL season to realize how hilarious that show was. Why am I always behind the times. It's possible I like to sit back and see if something takes. But how much time and proof does a person need? I tend to be old-school:

Meet Mr. Vegetable Steamer
Okay, maybe not that old school, so instead, meet

When did these come into existence? Man, I love these things. They are so much easier. Birdseye is a more expensive brand that I avoid. There are cheaper generic wonders that do the same thing. Quick and easy and so totally Bachelor-ific!!! Please tell me I'm on the upward swing of this new trend. They're fabulous and amaaaazing. OW! damn-it, I keep steam burning myself though. Someone needs to make protective gloves that keep ya from burning yourself.

Sunday, March 15, 2009


Stress - What Stress? I feel fine.

Something must be getting under my skin. I'm not sure what. All my life I was an avid nail-biter, a true professional. About a year and a 1/2 ago I started taking Lexapro to calm the voices in my head that said "Smack her, smack her hard!" I described the physical and mental nonsense to my doctor. My back was tense, crawling with tension. I wasn't sleeping well. I couldn't focus worth a damn. Everything and everybody was driving me nuts. So my handsome doctor said it was time to give Lexapro a try. Meet Lexapro:

When I first started taking this wonderful little friend, I was so dog-gone sleepy for about 2-3 days. Try taking that while at work - zzzzzzzz. Well the first symption was sleep. But the next symptom was this odd feeling of a line being drawn down the center of my brain, separating the two halves. Like the drug was telling the two halves to stop fighting with each other. Then I noticed that I could focus so much easier. Then, chatterbox behind me was not so worrisome. I could block her incessant rantings all day long and get my work done. Then I was sleeping better. Then all was well in my universe and I was on autopilot most of the time. One of the best side effects was that I noticed I had stopped biting my nails after about 3 months with my friend. But it wasn't cheap, even with a solid health plan. It wasn't until a generic came out in August 2008 that I could purchase my new friend, Citalopram, meet Citalopram:

A smooth transition, with only a couple days of drowsiness, then back on the easy-button. And until recently I have been fine and dandy. And a whole lot cheaper, being a generic brand. But I have noticed lately that I have been pissier than normal and anger is not one of my better controlled emotions. I'm not hulking out, just having control putting it in check. Several posts back I wrote about some trouble with friends. It's an irritant that won't go away in my mind. I really like the new guy at work - he's funny and not stress inducing, unless he talks all day. And that one thought is what brought the origins of needing Lexapro back in focus. I'm stressing about something but not entirely sure what. So this weekend I decided to up my dosage (Dr. said I could) of the Citalopram for a short while, just to get over the edge. Well the wet and soggy weekend was my opportunity to do that and accomodate any grogginess. Oh sweet sleep, hello my 'other' friend.

aaaaaaaaahhhhh. I really suggest this medication for those of you that may be under similar stressors. And unlike other mood enhancers, it does NOT mess with your horny. ka-ching!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Keyop, Jinpei: G-Force

In other words... WHAT?

If you like Anime or are old enough to appreciate 1970's cartoons from having watched them, you will recognize the picture as G-Force. In the picture, I'm referencing the runt of the litter called Keyop or Jinpei. All of which had bird-theme characters and his was the, swallow. Get your minds out of the gutter. I'm focusing on him because when he talked you couldn't understand him. You would sit there and think "what did he say". This post is a bit about that and something like "What the hell?"

  • Dude behind me at work, seriously WHAT? Speak up when your talking to me. You yell the rest of the day, don't just get quiet when your talking to me.
  • Islamic CEO of a broadcasting network in NY State. It was your mission when you opened the station to proactively educate people on the positive power of Islam. You recently killed your estranged wife by beheading her... WHAT? And now you want the station to go on and continue to convey your non-violent propaganda. WHAT? *shaking head*
  • Grub-Kitty cashier chic with your mouth full of bubble-gum. Stop saying WHAT(?) to the customers. Stop smacking that huge wad and Listen up! Do your damn job already.
  • Octo-Mom, damn girl - What the fuck?!
  • Obama... WHAT are you doing man!?
  • Jimmy Fallon - WHAT on earth was I thinking staying up late to watch your show.
  • This one is all Kelly's fault. He asked for snow. Well we got it. And it damaged my gutters which I now have to shell out money for. WHAT the hell dude!
  • To my College Alumni Association - WHAT? I haven't gone to any of my High School reunions, what makes you think I'm going to yours? Oh, and by the way, I'll need to make more money in order to give you any.
  • WHAT is with the squirrels digging into my daffodil gardens. You're supposed to hate daffodils and stay away from them. Git!
  • Cutie blond police officer - WHAT will it take to get you over to my house?
  • What Solomonster? You need to go out. Okay come on. You're all that really matters anyhow.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009




Monday, March 9, 2009

Ya ever feel Alien

I haven't really blogged anything significant since prior to my wonderful vacation I selfishly imposed upon myself about three weeks ago. But I have been trying to at least have a presence and spread some snarky comments around.

For the past 2 years I have been struggling with family and friends. It's been a whole lot easier illustrating that all my vacations have been taken up by family. NO fun for Thomas. So I jumped on the opportunity to just have some time for myself. And since the family drama has subsided and I don't feel obligated to use my time off to trek up to NY, I feel a bit liberated. ...But I don't. I still feel like I'm burdened by other people's baggage. I don't want it. I love my friends. I care for them. But part of me just wants to not know them right now. I want to fall off the face of the earth and start new. When I was younger I used to do this all the time. I'd get bored with my surroundings, my job, my friends; and move on to something new. Every 2 years or so I would pack up and move the hell out of dodge.

I've been in Richmond for 12 years now and I like it well enough. But I've got that itch to "head west young man". But I've no desire to move west, nor am I getting any younger. My dear friends that I have here irritate me. Their individual dramas and fucked up choices they make drive me nuts. Not to mention a tremor of a break in the main group of friends that happened 2 years ago has really strained all relationships. I'm friends with most of them still, but few of them talk to each other. I feel foreign amongst the friends that I do have. There is no we, just us and or them. I work with one of the former friends that just about no one speaks to anymore. And I have no desire to associate either. I sort of feel like I have to hide in the shadows with one friend in order to be friends with another.

My friends have become alien to me. But they think I have become alien to them because I rarely call them or have a desire to hang out with them any more. They have just made their own worlds so hard to relate to. So I have branched out and found some new friends. Some... are you. Others, are the gleedorks and nobblewoks from work; interesting new aliens that offer new diverse manners of speak and social freakiness.

So - I'm not moving. I will fight that urge to flee for greener pastures. I'm enjoying my new friends and my job. And I will for the moment keep my old group of friends collecting a musty odor in the friendship drawer. Because for right now, I don't feel like looking in a mirror wearing uncomfortable underwear trying to look tough. I just wanna be "spiffy".

Friday, March 6, 2009

Today is brought to you by the Letter "W"

You Are Captivating And Original

When I Am Comfortable:

I am unique and interesting. I am fascinated by the world, and I'm always experimenting with new ideas. Oh, I'm unique alright!

People see me as mysterious and enchanting. I don't realize how much people are drawn to me. Actually I do realize, and it's often disconcerting so I ignore it.

When You Are At Your Best:

I am a hyper, restless person. I need to keep busy, and I'm always willing to take charge in life. That's probably why I sleep 5 hours a night.

People see me as energetic and motivating. I inspire people to be the best they can be. People see my chunky butt and think "Energy and Motion"??

When You Are in a Social Setting:

I am bold and dramatic. I have confidence in myself, and that's enough to get me through anything. I'm bold and not dramatic and I have enough confidence to get me and many others through anything.

People see me as capable and goal oriented. I have my eye on the prize, and others admire that about me. Ummmm, ...what prize?

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Which Key are you?

I am "tab"

Some people might try to say that I'm always spaced out. I'm really just ignoring you.

I do tend to be a dreamer, but I'm also a great multitasker. neh, not really.

I work quickly and efficiently. So it's no problem if I goof off a little while I'm working. I never goof off and you had better take that back.

And if people want to think I'm flakey, that's fine. I'm getting more done than they are. Think what you want, but I am getting more done than you. *well maybe not more than Jadie*

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Super Heroistication

I Would Be an Upstanding Superhero

I am alert and observant. I can see through people easily. I know who's evil and who's good.

I need a lot of freedom in my life. I like to do my own thing, and I don't fit into any normal mold.

I understand people quite well and often know what others are thinking. Because of this, I can get people to do what I want.

I am a shapeshifter fitting in with almost any group. I can get along with anyone. I'm quite flexible.

I am a true philosopher. I am thirsty for wisdom. I am trying to figure out the meaning of life.

But even with all my wonderful superpowers, I still can't figure out why I end up as a woman in so many of these things. *Don't go there.*

Monday, March 2, 2009

Aliens have brought snow

The Snow Lions have entered the month of March with a warning!!!

The Aliens are coming and arrive with dreaded Snow.

They are evil and bring many reinforcements!
They speak only 2 audible words; Nibor and Rolyat

They come to squash our Angels!
Pray they leave soon!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Thomas Meme

Google Game: Go to Google and type in quotation marks your name and then "likes to" (ex. "Thomas likes to"). Type in the first ten things that come up and re-post in your own note.

Thomas likes to:
  1. Say “Don’t say it, think it”. Not really but I might just start.
  2. To do a little bit of everything. That's about right.
  3. To keep things interesting. Always.
  4. To go fast. And I'm due for a ticket *knocks on wood*
  5. Make new law clerks watch the 1949 movie adaptation of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead. I'd rather make them watch The Color Purple and make them drink some Shug Avery pee.
  6. To get outside his comfort zone. Nothing's better than feeling awkward and uncomfortable.
  7. Go right and shoot the step back or the pull up going to his left all from three point land. Oh, he so does not.
  8. To end her performances. "her"???!!!, ... bitch please.
  9. Stay and watch a river flow, even when there are no fish in it. Yeah, cause nothing's more dramatic than that.
  10. Likes to look on life’s bright side. "Everything's okay, everything's alright - Everything's gonna be fine..." *what song is that from?*