And 2? well you'll have to go read Dr. Flab.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
And 2? well you'll have to go read Dr. Flab.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
- She's wants her own home
- She wants to have a child in about 5 years
- OMG - I can't remember what this one was. I'll get back to ya.
- She wants to record a country music album
- 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:
- I hope and aspire to be a better friend to my friends and relative to my family members.
- 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.
- I aspire to live a healthier lifestyle.
- I aspire to be financial responsible and hope that I am making the right decisions.
- 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.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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.
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
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
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 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 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
- 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*
Monday, March 16, 2009
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
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
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
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
|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
|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
|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
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Thomas likes to:
- Say “Don’t say it, think it”. Not really but I might just start.
- To do a little bit of everything. That's about right.
- To keep things interesting. Always.
- To go fast. And I'm due for a ticket *knocks on wood*
- 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.
- To get outside his comfort zone. Nothing's better than feeling awkward and uncomfortable.
- 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.
- To end her performances. "her"???!!!, ... bitch please.
- Stay and watch a river flow, even when there are no fish in it. Yeah, cause nothing's more dramatic than that.
- Likes to look on life’s bright side. "Everything's okay, everything's alright - Everything's gonna be fine..." *what song is that from?*