tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45254404299102524162024-03-13T07:49:54.397-04:00Life & Times of a Geeky GirlMy adventures through books, food TV & life.
My family stuff can be found here - www.melidworld.com.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-82808081701949152008-11-04T09:23:00.000-05:002008-11-04T09:24:30.279-05:00Happy November!Kinda late, I know. <br /><br />But tada!! A brand new layout!!<br /><br />I really like this one, it suits me. The other one was alright but it was one that I just settled for because what I was trying to do wasn’t working. <br /><br />I don’t really have anything of substance to say, I just wanted to acknowledge my new layout.<br /><br />P.S. Less than 2 months until Christmas!!!! Time to get crack – a – lacking!! (Not sure what that means, I just wanted to use it in a sentence)Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-36446641811204252202008-10-30T10:05:00.000-04:002008-10-30T10:06:01.084-04:00Candy Scrooges!Halloween it tomorrow and I am super excited. I love Halloween. Any holiday where you can dress up and eat candy is my kind of occasion but apparently there are not a lot of people agree with me. I was talking to a bunch of people and a lot of them are not dressing up or giving out candy tomorrow.<br /><br />I find that very sad. <br /><br />I mean don’t they realize that they are going to be disappointing a ton of kids. Halloween is one of the funnest (not a real word, I know) holidays for kids. (I think the most favorite holiday would have to be Christmas but Halloween is a close second.) And they are basically slamming the door in their face. And there are ramifications for not giving out candy. The true hoodlums will egg and/or toilet paper your house. <br /><br />I am not too concerned about the vandalism part. My house has only even been egged once and that had nothing to do with Halloween. That happened because the area residents felt that a family with our complexion should not be living in their neighborhood. That is another post though.<br /><br />Back to the candy scrooges –<br /><br />I think that they are just mean spirited people. I could not disappoint the kids like that. They come out in the rain, snow and freezing cold dressed up as their favorite super hero because they like it. Candy is their reward for basically braving some crazy weather and going door to door to show off their costume.<br /><br />But the candy scrooges that tick me off even more than the ones that don’t open their doors are the ones that take their kids trick or treating. They don’t give out candy but they have the audacity to take their kids out and expect other people to give them candy. WTF!!<br /><br />So to all the candy scrooges out there - have a heart, buy a bag of candy and give it out.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-10894505999110070792008-10-29T10:51:00.000-04:002008-10-29T10:52:29.176-04:00I ♥ my job... part 2Dear Arrogant Bozo<br /><br />It gives me great pleasure to hold the door open for you. It is the highlight of my day. There is no need to thank me, nod in my direction or acknowledge me in anyway. <br /><br />I know that you are a very busy person, always deep in thought. I mean you are a manager and you are probably preoccupied with your managerial concerns; like where to go to lunch and your company car, and those matters have replaced common courtesy.<br /><br />I understand that because I am your subordinate I am non – existent to you, barely a person and because of this there is no need for you to concern yourself with me. You have to save your voice for your superiors, speaking to me would be too draining on you.<br /><br />So have a nice day and I hope you don’t ever forget your card again, because I just turned up my iPod and I won’t be able to hear you knocking on the window to get in.<br /><br />Kindest Regards,<br />MeMelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-25115888794637943792008-10-28T12:06:00.000-04:002008-10-28T12:07:41.743-04:00I ♥ my jobDear Genius<br /><br />Thanks ever so much for dumping water into the sugar bowl. It was great reaching in there this morning and finding all the sugar packets sopping wet, turning the entire container into a sticky mess. I mean I filled up the sugar container the last three times just so you could have some place to dump your mug full of water. Nothing pleases me more than cleaning up after you. <br /><br />I realize that your hands are broken and that you are able to grab some paper towel from the roll that is all of three inches away and clean up your mess. I also understand that since you are the only person in the entire company that uses the sugar bowl and you can treat it as you please.<br /><br />But I have one small, (teensy, really) request. Would you be able to meet me around back? My boot would like to meet your butt.<br /><br />Kindest Regards,<br />MeMelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-46472297005968057032008-10-28T09:08:00.003-04:002008-10-28T09:11:40.976-04:00One day a year...<div>I am a good Hindu.</div><br /><div>To those that are and those that aren't - I still wish you nothing but the best. May this new year be filled with love, peace, and happiness.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262191685579150674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SQcPdS71lVI/AAAAAAAAALY/MLljj19AWdY/s400/Diwali.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-36207865271540510002008-10-27T20:22:00.003-04:002008-10-27T20:32:53.891-04:00How Rude!What the hell is wrong with people?! Is rudeness acceptable now? Why don't people say please and thank you anymore? I was out today and I swear I was a jackass magnet. I have no idea why, but except for a select few, everyone out there today was a prick.<br /><br />I mean come on, if you see a someone with a stroller, a toddler in a winter jacket and a baby bag that looks like it can hold Cairo racing towards the elevator, hold the damn elevator. Don't look at them blankly as the door closes in their face. Or if you see someone with all the stuff listed about trying to make their way through a closed door, how the damn door open!! Don't squeak through it and let it slam in their face. And if some kind person is holding the door open for them, it is not an invitation for you to go through also.<br /><br />It's obvious that when God was handing out sommon sense they were climbing up the ugly tree!! Jackasses!!Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-37334289594515802062008-10-24T11:07:00.001-04:002008-10-24T11:07:38.217-04:00Drunk with PowerHere’s some background into my company. We are three companies under one big umbrella. We share the same building and most times it is hard to tell who does what. Each company has their own GM and that person is responsible to reporting to the president. We operate as separate entities except for social events.<br /><br />That being said the annual Halloween contest email went out yesterday and this caused a coronary with the newest GM. He had a hissy fit and informed all of his staff that Halloween costumes are not allowed. He will send how anyone wearing a costume and dock their pay.<br /><br />WTF?!?! Halloween is supposed to be fun. Is he going to ban candy too??? <br /><br />This really sucks because the rest of us will all be dressed up and they will have to wear suits. I really feel for them because they had been planning to dress up as a company of zombies since the beginning of October and now he has taken that all away.<br /><br />He’s a prime example of someone who takes advantage of his position.<br /><br />P.S. He has made attendance at the Christmas party mandatory and no spouses are allowed. Again: WTF?!?!Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-18430968481682145302008-10-24T11:06:00.000-04:002008-10-24T11:07:00.109-04:00Giganto ChickenThe above refers to me and no one else. I have become a giganto chicken. My love of horror movies has resulted in my damaged psyche. OK that might be going a bit too far, but those movies have messed me up big time especially around Halloween. <br /><br />Yesterday I was sitting here, reading about the haunted farm that I want to see, and I guess I got a bit too engrossed in what I was reading. One of the girls came up behind me and said ‘Hi’ and touched my shoulder. I jumped out of my seat and I screamed so loud that people in cubicles three rows over stood up to see what was wrong. <br /><br />Um, yeah I was embarrassed. I went red and she laughed so hard she cried. So on that note I am going to stay far away from the creepy, crawly, frightening and the ghoulish from now on unless I feel like wetting myself!Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-16618630629313569132008-10-23T16:38:00.000-04:002008-10-23T16:41:41.285-04:00Operation Skinny Bitch<a href="http://operationskinnybitch.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260451696535459346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SQDg8moY1hI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7de0zizX5XU/s400/osb+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> In my battle to lose weight, I have called in the big guns. I have started following <a href="http://operationskinnybitch.blogspot.com/">Operation Skinny Bitch</a>. <br /><br />As the name suggests it is a support group for getting healthy. And gosh dangit I want to be a skinny bitch!!!<br /><br />So wish me luck, and hopefully by 2009 I will be 30 pounds lighter.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-86195195208211738072008-10-23T10:20:00.000-04:002008-10-23T10:21:44.214-04:00Sucky Night + Cold Morning = Cranky MeliI am in a cranky mood. Last night combined with this morning is to blame and I am trying to shake this mood. Last night wasn’t the greatest. It wasn’t the worst either but it was just filled with crappy moments. <br /><br />Crappy Moment # 1 – got my exam back. As I suspected I did awful, but it was a lot worse than I expected. I got 99% on the first exam so I expecting to maybe get a 79 – 85% on this one. Nope, nowhere close to that. I failed. To pass you needed a 65 and I got a 61. The average mark was a 65, so I was definitely below average. I was in such a crappy mood after getting back the exam; I didn’t even stay until the end of class. I left as soon as I saw my mark.<br /><br />Crappy Moment # 2 – my computer imploded. Or at least I think it did. When it was starting up it would make two loud clicks and then shut off again. I am not too upset about the lap top dying, I was expecting to actually. It’s old and been beat up a lot. But I had pictures saved on the hard drive that I hadn’t transferred over yet. So now I am not sure if I have lost them or not. I am going to have my techie BIL take a look at it and beg him to get them out. <br /><br />Crappy Moment # 3 – shower induced head cold. Not sure how I did it but as soon as I stepped out of the shower last night I got a head cold. So I was stuffy, sneezy and had a headache from hell. It’s still here, and I feel like I am breathing through a pillow.<br /><br />Cold Morning – it’s 5 right now without the windchill. With the windchill we are below freezing. It’s certainly not summer anymore.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-43570555145385970932008-10-23T09:57:00.000-04:002008-10-23T09:58:21.580-04:00HypothermiaAs I sit here I have a coat & scarf on and I am huddled as close as humanly possible to my space heater but I can’t get warm. You want to know why?? It’s freezing in my office. For whatever reason my office has decided to turn on the AC, even though it is just above freezing outside. Somebody somewhere in here has decided that they are hot and they need the AC on. I can promise you when I find that person I am going to strip them down to their underwear, put ice cubes in their briefs (because I know it is a guy) and make them work outside for the rest of the day. If they’re that hot, they shouldn’t mind.<br /><br />OK, I am not going to do that but it is a really nice thought. :) <br />Now if you’ll excuse me I need to crawl back under my desk and sit on my heater.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-61724477397472111332008-10-22T10:19:00.000-04:002008-10-22T10:20:09.285-04:00LostOne semi – social, intelligent, well spoken chick who loves books and reading, can’t live without the Food network and Martha Stewart. If found please return to me as soon as possible.<br /><br />Last night I went out to dinner with a friend of mine. We’ve been friends since we were 13, so we have known each other for more than half our lives. She moved to the UK when she was 18 and continued moving to new and exotic places after that. So far she has lived in London, Dubai and Bahrain. She has a pretty cool life and is always traveling. She has been to all the continents except for Antarctica! At 29 that is impressive!! She only comes to town once a year and I try to hang out with her whenever she is here.<br /><br />Last night at dinner she was telling me all these great stories, and funny adventures that she went on and I had nada to respond with. I had no funny stories, no exciting news, no anything to add to the conversation. I didn’t even have any witty responses to some of her questions.<br /><br />I realized that I was boring. I wasn’t always boring but in the course of a year (which is when I had seen her last) nothing in my life had changed. I couldn’t help feeling like I had lost me. I hadn’t done anything, gone anywhere, or even spoken to people that were outside my immediate family or work. I don’t know where the semi – outgoing person that I used to be went nor do I know how to find that person again. The thought of spending my evenings away from Maks bothers me but the idea that I am losing myself and slowly just becoming a ‘wifey’ and ‘mommy’ bothers me too. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a wife & mother but there is so much more to my personality. Or at least I think there is, I could be wrong.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-28932462485547430042008-10-22T10:17:00.002-04:002008-10-22T10:25:44.021-04:00Love Me Some Rushdie *swoon*Almost finished reading Salman Rushdie’s lastest novel; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Enchantress-Florence-Novel-Salman-Rushdie/dp/0375504338">The Enchantress of Florence </a>and I am loving it. He is some a phenomenal author I just had to share. He is an amazing story teller who can weave history, politics and fiction into this hypnotic collection of stories and events. His stories have a mass appeal that makes them enjoyable to academics and book lovers alike. I love his ability to use hegemony in a non – academic context!!<br /><br />This book is no exception. He draws you into a story featuring Machiavelli as a central character and then spins in to incorporating Arabian princesses and Persian mercenaries. It is brilliant.<br /><br />I am the first to admit that he is not an easy read. It takes time to savor his work but once you get hooked there is no turning back. It you haven’t read one of his books I suggest you do. My favorite of all time is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shame-Novel-Salman-Rushdie/dp/0812976703/ref=pd_sim_b_4">Shame</a>, followed closely by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shalimar-Clown-Novel-Salman-Rushdie/dp/0679463356">Shalimar the Clown </a>and I recommend that you start with one of those.<br /><br />I ♥ <a href="http://kirjasto.sci.fi/rushdie.htm">Salman Rushdie</a>.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-73563115511274890922008-10-21T14:26:00.000-04:002008-10-21T14:27:41.680-04:00Dearest winterHow do I loathe thee, let me count the ways.<br /><br />1. I hate that make the sun go into hiding, forcing me to drive into work in the dark. And making the sun set at noon!<br /><br />2. I hate your icy winds that freeze my fingers and cause my nose to run non stop.<br /><br />3. I hate having to dig my car out of three feet of snow and de-ice my door before I can drive home.<br /><br />4. I hate having to wear sensible shoes and unflattering winter hats.<br /><br />5. I hate having to put a snowsuit on a toddler and then attempt to strap that toddler into a car seat.<br /><br />Please, please go away. And if you refuse to go away at least go easy on us.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />MeMelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-27891833751266485162008-10-20T15:44:00.000-04:002008-10-20T15:45:16.846-04:00Sip, swish, spit….repeat processMy boss is in the process of planning our annual Christmas ‘activity’. In previous years we’ve gone bowling or to a pool hall but this year she wants to do something more ‘upscale’, so we are going wine tasting!<br /><br />I am by no means a wine connoisseur, I know little to nothing about wine. My liquor of choice is tequila, Southern Comfort or rum. I only drink wine when I am truly desperate and I have no other choice. <br /><br />Left to my own devices, I tend to buy the $7 wine in tetra packs that can be resealed in case I get drunk before I finish it. (I’m one classy chick, I know.) So going on a wine tasting tour is not my idea of fun. OK scratch that, it would be my idea of fun if I could go with a bunch of people that I actually liked and didn’t have to worry about acting silly or getting sloshed. Instead, I am going with my department which is full of pretentious fuddy duddies and the only way that I would have a good time is if I get hammered out of my mind, which would lead to a very embarrassing Monday morning.<br /><br />I would much rather go bowling.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-42523288597360159492008-10-20T12:40:00.001-04:002008-10-20T12:42:20.494-04:00Sexy vs. Sweet<div>Halloween is almost here and I don’t know what to be. For the past five years I’ve been ‘sleepy’. I come into the office in my pj’s, fuzzy slippers and a teddy. It’s great for me, because I am comfortable and warm the entire day. It is one of the few days where I don’t complain about the cold and I am most productive. But my costume is getting old. When people just assume that I am going to be ‘sleepy’ it makes me want to change things up.<br /><br />But I don’t know what to be. I went costume shopping this weekend and the choices are a bit too risqué for the office. The thought of coming in as a Catholic schoolgirl or sexy devil doesn’t appeal to me. (People do come in as these things, but I just can’t make myself dress like that*. Well for work anyway.)<br /><br />I want something cute, wholesome and fun. Is that too much to ask? Do you have any suggestions on what I can be?<br /><br />*The HR girl that takes great pleasure in writing me up for dress code violations has come in as both and is probably planning as something just as scandalous this year. I am not hating – I just don’t like her and she doesn’t have the body <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SPy0xgZUAcI/AAAAAAAAALA/W_Jx0EI1k28/s1600-h/costume.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259277227464589762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SPy0xgZUAcI/AAAAAAAAALA/W_Jx0EI1k28/s400/costume.jpg" border="0" /></a>to rock these outfits. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SPy0yCenKwI/AAAAAAAAALI/TAXdTzL4zS0/s1600-h/costume2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259277236613622530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tih1xaKJHhE/SPy0yCenKwI/AAAAAAAAALI/TAXdTzL4zS0/s400/costume2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-16776993816253391142008-10-17T10:48:00.000-04:002008-10-17T10:49:58.013-04:00Signs my day is going to suck…<ul><li>Woke up thinking that it was Saturday and was all happy because Maks was sleeping in. IT’S NOT SATURDAY!! And we were really late!!</li><li>I didn’t have time to dry my hair and now the back of my shirt is wet and cold.</li><li>Maks slept on our bed and shared my pillow so I slept funny. Now my back, neck and shoulder are stiff and achy.</li><li>I broke my shoe hurdling over a hedge trying to stop Maks from getting into my cranky neighbors flowers. Since it is my only pair of closed toe shoes I am wearing the broken shoe right this second. Can we say ghetto??</li><li>I got in so late that someone took my chocolate croissant from the kitchen. <br /> </li></ul><p>I wish I could have stayed home and slept. </p>Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-70401301454974104392008-10-17T10:46:00.000-04:002008-10-17T10:48:18.240-04:00Wii Mii – Fitness UpdateMillhouse is a Wii hog!! I haven’t been able to keep up with my fitness regime because he hogs the Wii and plays tennis all the time. So yesterday after a ton of whining he let me on to the Fit. And can I tell you how I wish I hadn’t.<br /><br />Here are our latest stats (keep in mind that we have only had the Fit for about a week now):<br /><br />Millhouse -> -3.75 lbs<br />Meli -> -0.6 lbs<br /><br />In a week Millhouse lost almost 4 pounds and I have yet to lose one!! I’m the one eating salad, in fact yesterday he ate McDonalds for lunch and I had a salad!! <br /><br />WTH!!!Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-89320710682716651002008-10-16T08:18:00.000-04:002008-10-16T08:20:56.421-04:00Why can't my past stay in the past?I have a very checkered past. OK no I don’t, I have a very simple past - my ex-boyfriend liked to beat me.<br /><br />We were together for about six years and the beatings didn’t start right away. After about two years of fighting and constant breaking up, the hitting started. I was punched in the face & stomach, I was slapped almost daily, I was raped and had a knife held to my throat several times. He came to my work and beat me up in the staircase. He choked me until I couldn’t scream anymore and then punched me in the stomach. And yes, your boyfriend can rape you. If you say no and they keep going, it is rape. I used to wake up to find him on top of me refusing to stop even as I cried and begged. He held a knife to my throat and threatened to cut out my smile because a salesman in a store said I had a very pretty smile.<br /><br />It took a lot for me to leave. I thought I loved him, no I lie, I thought I wasn’t good enough for anyone else. I had self worth issues, and felt that there was no one else in this world that would love me. Nobody else out there would want me. There were some serious issues at home and I felt very alienated from my parents and sister. He was all that I had, and if the beatings were part of the package, then I would just have to live with them. I tried to leave a couple times and even went so far as to start the ball rolling on a restraining order but I never followed through on anything. We ended up getting back together and I went back to the way things were.<br /><br />Then I met Milhouse.<br /><br />On one of our many break ups, I met Milhouse. We met through work and I was getting to know him as part of a deal that was going on between his office and mine. We started off as friends and we were friends for a very long time before we became anything more. He helped to show me just how totally fantabulous I truly am and I love him for that. He’s not perfect but he really does love me.<br /><br />After a very serious incident with my sister, my niece, Milhouse & my ex, I pressed charges. In total there were 13 charges and he plead guilty to 8 of them. He was given 18 months probation and house arrest. I was given a restraining order.<br /><br />Well 18 months later, I’m married with a son. I have a new address, phone number and last name. I got a call from his PO today letting me know that his sentence is over and that the restraining order is now expired. I have the option of filing another one as a private citizen (the original one was filed by the police) or just leaving things alone.<br /><br />I am not sure what I am going to do. If I file a new RO then my ex will be privy to my new address, phone number and name. But if I don’t file a new RO, what if he comes looking for me again? I have nothing to really protect me. I am not sure what steps I should take next. I just wish that my past would stay in the past.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-54943341155372303552008-10-15T16:20:00.002-04:002008-10-16T08:21:20.058-04:00Me spokes goodI have lost whatever hold I ever had on the English language. I just listened to a message that I left on my voicemail (I do that to remind me of things because I tend to misplace post its) and I can’t talk. I don’t know quite what I was trying to say and I was sober at the time!!<br /><br />My sentences are full of likes, um, and ahs. I hate that! When people put on the valley girl accent and talk like Paris Hilton it drives me crazy, and I do it!! Shoot me now!!<br /><br />I used to have an extensive vocabulary and take great pride in how I spoke (no sh*t I really did) but not anymore. Maybe this is what the working world has done to me because sure as heck no one speaks proper here. Its either here or TV. I am not sure how its TV’s fault, but everyone always blames TV for stuff so now I am blaming TV too.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-13186442467701253132008-10-15T11:38:00.000-04:002008-10-15T11:39:05.989-04:00Never expected thisIt’s no secret that my top drawer is filled with mini chocolate bars and candy. I am quite willing to share. I don’t ask for any money and I encourage my co-workers to come over and take some candy even when I am not here. Some people just come over and ask permission to go in it every single time they come by which is fine by me. And some people just help themselves, also fine by me. <br /><br />I think of my drawer as contributing to employee morale. Because I know that I would be a cranky ass if I didn’t have it so I apply that logic to just about everyone else. <br /><br />Yesterday when I came in, I found a present waiting for me. It was from one of the “regulars”. She felt bad about always eating the chocolate, so she went out and bought me a trio of lip glosses. I don’t wear make up at all and the lip gloss will probably end up in my nieces dress up chest. But the gesture itself was very sweet and very unexpected. <br /><br />As much as my office is filled with dumb asses and snobs, there are some that do make my day.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-4201173737867760652008-10-15T11:37:00.000-04:002008-10-15T11:38:09.454-04:00Wii MiiWe are now the proud owners of a Wii Fit. I was so excited to get it! I took it home and had Milhouse set it up right away. I couldn’t wait to play with it.<br /><br />Now not so much.<br /><br />It the past day the Fit has told me that I am a fat, old, out of shape blubber belly. So I am not impressed!<br /><br />According to it I have the health age of 48!!! And so grossly out of shape that my Wii Mii most closely resembles a Teletubby than a person. I have set it up to help me lose 22 pounds in the next 3 months. <br /><br />Let’s see how this goes.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-2566265260798117732008-10-10T20:22:00.002-04:002008-10-10T20:50:25.527-04:00Why so serious?(I just love that line. R.I.P. Heath Ledger)<br /><br />I usually try to stay away from politics, but I really have to get this out. Firstly, I am Canadian, so I am not a supporter of either candidate so this is not a shot at either of the candidates. Its just an observation. <br /><br />I have been reading other blogs and I am just shocked at what I am seeing. The US presidential election has just gotten disgusting. The mudslinging and hatred that is being perpetuated is very disturbing. There is so much anger from both sides. Supporters of Obama and McCain are getting so personal. Obama and McCain just entered into the limelight, before that they were like every other senator. A nameless, faceless decision maker. Why is it people are hating them now, you only just met them. Just because they are running for the opposition does not mean that you have to dislike them by association. <br /><br />Families, age, and religion are nobody's business and should be off limit. Voters should be concerned with the policies that the candidate want to implement not their private lives. <br /><br />What does a pastor, age or a middle name have to do with economic policy, environmental issues, and a war? Why is it that gestures, eye contact, and hand shakes are being analyzed and commented on but there are in depth analysis being conducted on contingency plans for the billion dollar bailout? Why aren't these issues on the forefront? <br /><br />This is an election not a popularity contest, I think people have forgotten that.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-87528905323384513072008-10-10T12:51:00.001-04:002008-10-10T12:51:49.299-04:00Brand Spanking NewPort a potties!!<br /><br />Apparently the head honcho went out and used the port a potty and was not very impressed. So he called in the troops and had the finest, top of the line portable toilets he could find brought it.<br /><br />And I must say from the outside they look very impressive. Instead of one trailer with six mini stalls there are two trailers with two stalls each. This one looks way cleaner and even the steps are nicer. <br /><br />I am tempted to go in and have a look see, but I am still traumatized by my last adventure so I am going to wait until I hear more about it from other people.Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525440429910252416.post-41982277208594832642008-10-09T14:34:00.000-04:002008-10-09T14:35:18.047-04:00Adventures in a port a pottyDesperate times lead me outside to the port – a – potty and whoo boy! It was an adventure!<br /><br />There was a puddle on the step that more closely resembled a lake than a puddle. I had to hike up my skirt and take a very un-lady like step up into the potty to avoid it. Once in there I had to stop myself from gagging.<br /><br />It was dark and dingy and if my bladder wasn’t on the verge of explosion I would have turned back around and left. But I had no choice; it was either use these facilities or wet myself. <br /><br />Then it happened. Someone in the potty next door moved and my entire unit shifted to the left. I had to grab onto the paper towel dispenser for balance. I guess whoever it was next door sat back down again because my unit shifted again this time to the right. By this point, I said screw you to my bursting bladder and ran as fast out of the potty. I held it long enough to make it to the proper bathrooms next door.<br /><br />Never again!!Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15841295777548697304noreply@blogger.com0