My afternoon...

From: Heifer

Sent: Tuesday, November 30, 2004 2:39 PM

To: Boss Man

Subject: Weekly Reports

We have not had a weekly report from you since week ending 10/15. Could you please bring them up to date.

Thanks.

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From: Boss Man

Sent: Tuesday, November 30, 2004 2:58 PM

To: Liz

Subject: FW: Weekly Reports

this true?

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From: Liz

Sent: Tuesday, November 30, 2004 3:04 PM

To: Boss Man

Subject: RE: Weekly Reports

No.

This is not true.

The last weekending report she was sent was for the week ending 11/12. I keep not only the weekly report hardcopies, but I also make a printout of the sent e-mail file. If she needs me to I’ll gladly re-send the weekly reports she’s claiming she never received.

Yes, we do have some catching up to do, but it’s not nearly what she’s making it out to be.

Doin’ The Happy Dance

O.k.

So.

Once upon a time ago my mom called me up and asked me to come up with a lie for her.

A lie to get her out of having to deal with her in-laws on her birthday - - - in-laws who are god-awful and were demanding that she come to their homes for a “birthday dinner”.

It had to be something good that they’d know they couldn’t be part of.

So, I came up with the story that as her birthday present I was taking her to the city for a show and dinner. Then I went ahead and made it not a lie and told her we’d actually do that anyway and that would just simply be her birthday gift.

And that was the plan.

December 11^th – City trip with mom.

Then today my boss hands me a scrap of paper with his scribble on it and asks me to create a “flyer” in my “spare time” from it if I didn’t mind.

Do I Mind?!?!?!?!?

Of COURSE not ! ! !

He’s HANDING me an excuse to play on PowerPoint (only my most favorite program in the basic MS Office package ! ! ! !)

Sure, this was a personal thing he was having me do for him - - - totally not business related - - - but so what ! It was a welcome break from the norm !

So off I went.

As I was working on this for him I realized that the event he was having me create this for was something I could potentially put in place of the pre-arranged trip that was to be mom’s birthday gift.

Apparently The Platters, The Coasters & The Drifters are going to be in New Jersey that day playing two shows - 3pm and 8pm.

So I call her up.

She was like “HECK YEAH !” and said she thought it would be considerably better than going to the city this time of year and standing at TKTS in the hopes of getting tickets to something we’d find at least slightly amusing.

We agreed to do the 3 pm show if possible.

So I told her I’d have to look into getting tickets and call her back.

I go online.

The first set of seats that’s offered to me?

5^th row center !

For the cheap cheap price of $45 a head ! ! ! !

DONE !

Bought them up and got my confirmation printed out - - - tickets will be at the booth the day of the show.

Then I called mom back. I casually told her that I’d managed to get tickets and asked for her fax number so I could send her a seating chart so she could see where we’d be sitting.

She gave it to me and we ended the call.

On the seating chart I’d printed out I wrote on the “stage” area “This is would be where The Platters, Coasters & Drifters will be”. I then circled our two seats and drew a line to the side of the paper and wrote “And THIS is where we are ! ! !”

Not 2 minutes later my phone rings.

It’s her.

And she’s actually excited !

She couldn’t BELIEVE I’d gotten such good seats and then demanded to know how much I’d spent on them.

I told her not to worry about that and that the seats were cheap considering how late in the game I got them and how good they are.

So, all in all I have to say

SCORE !

Not only did I just reduce the amount of time (train in & out of the city from NJ, trudging to Times Square, finding mom, waiting in the TKTS line, waiting for the show to start, trudging back to Penn) and money (broadway vs. Jersey state theater? No competition ! Plus train fare, dinner in the city, probably cab ride to and from Times Square) but I also just made my life considerably easier ! Mom will have to drive to MY house where I’ll be waiting. From there we’ll go grab lunch or something like that and head out to the theater which is 1 hour from my casa. I have no clue the length of the show, but at the end I only have 1 hour to drive to get back home and then she gets to go the rest of the way back to Connecticut. NICE !

PLUS !
I happen to like Doo Wop music ! It’s fun and I know the lyrics to most of the songs these groups will be singing ! So we both win with this deal !

Now…

What to get her for Christmas?!?!?!?!?

4:38...

O.k.

Could this day please just END?!?!?!?!?

I’m tired

I’m cranky

I’m ready to just go home

J just called and he’s being rather surly….

He missed his train home so now he’ll be late

Fun

Sure, I only have 22 minutes left in my day

But I’d REALLY like it if those 22 minutes FLEW by and *DING* it’s magically 5:00 instantaneously

(scrunches eyes shut and hopes)

DANG

Didn’t work

Oh well

At least J being late means I get to go to the grocery

What’s so exciting about going to the grocery, you ask?

WELL !

It’s the newly built grocery with the big spot lights that I’ll be going to

With any luck THEY’LL have the peppermint extract I so desperately need

And since it’s all new and nice I’m seriously hoping they have SELF CHECKOUT

This living in the sticks with grocery stores that close at 8 and require you to deal with REAL PEOPLE is driving me NUTS

All I want is 24 hours and automated checkout systems and the ability to pack my OWN groceries the way I WANT them packed !

Is that really too much to ask?!?!?!?

(exhale)

O.k.

I will calm down now

Getting a little worked up about living in the sticks, huh?

I’m sorry

I’m just used to having EVERYTHING around me and most of it being open 24 hours

This closing early thing is killing me

No wonder the kids in the area I live in have nothing better to do than hang out and drink when there are no 24 hour stores to skulk around late a night !

Pass The Ammunition...

Someone please just shoot me now.

I went to the deli.

Ordered my sandwich - - - turkey, provolone, mustard & mayo on a plain roll.

As I’m in line a woman jumps in front of me (she’d ordered after me)

The register lady asked me which was mine.

I said “I have no idea.” And told her that “he”, pointing to the man who I’d given my order to, “made it”.

He said “this one” was mine.

Yeah.

No.

It’s really not.

Somehow, my turkey, provolone, mustard & mayo on a plain roll has morphed into a turkey, provolone and swiss on a wheat roll with thousand island dressing and CLOE SLAW ! ! ! YES ! ! ! SLAW ON A SANDWICH ! ! ! YUCK ! I’m obviously already back at work when I open this monstrosity and am currently trying to pick off the slaw and dressing.....luckily I bought a DP and 2 Red Bulls.

This is just NOT my day, is it???

UGH !

Super Planner ! ! ! ! ! !

Blah.

I know I’m a super planner and all, but like to know what to expect and how to plan accordingly.

My friend, Jules, and I agreed this past summer to spend 4^th of July 2005 at my parent’s condo on the beach in Florida. And this crosses my mind just now so I whip out a calendar and begin to start figuring “If we leave on such and such a day and come back on such and such a day we’ll need to take “x” amount of vacation time”. Yes. I’m a nut. I even went to far as to begin pricing out roundtrip tickets for myself.

I almost brought this up to her but decided against it because she’ll be like “You’re crazy for thinking this far in advance !” and that will just annoy me.

I’m going to have to sit J down sometime soon and try to talk about what our plans for the coming year insofar as trips are concerned. We were supposed to “postpone” Ireland until 2005, but I doubt we’ll be taking that trip in the coming year with the amount of money this house has been sucking out of us. My mother has offered for me to go to Ireland with her and my brother sometime in 2005 – just the 3 of us. And I’m a bit conflicted about that trip because I’m sure J will be annoyed that #1 – he’s not invited and #2 – I’ll be going somewhere without him. There’s also the issue of putting me and mom together for any length of time . . . .so that’s one to think on. I definitely will need to escape to Florida to see my family for a week sometime next year and I think I’d like to do it around a holiday. So. What’s a girl to do when she knows she’ll only have 2 weeks + 3 personal days for the year? Careful planning ! That’s what ! Hence why I need to start picking Jules’ brain as well as J’s. I NEED to KNOW what the plan is going to be ! ! ! !

It's all over now and it sure is Monday...

It’s Monday.

UGH.

Though we had that 4 day weekend, I don’t feel I got much accomplished yet I also don’t feel I got much rest. Funny how that works, eh?

Today is the “Day of Doctor’s Appointments” as my boss is out this morning attending to his teeth and should be back in approximately 1 hour.

Then I get to see him for all of maybe 1 hour before I have to take off for my own doctor’s appointment.

My knees are NOT happy with me today. I think due mainly to the fact that I did all of that painting yesterday….I knew I was starting to push myself…but I guess I didn’t realize just how much I was going to hurt today as a result. At least Mr. Doctor Man will be able to see them when they’re bad, right? To top off this fun-filled morning of pain I don’t have any singles on me….so I am not able to raid the vending machine for something to put on my stomach thereby allowing me to take my anti-inflammatory for the knees…..that, and I can’t get my daily morning coke ! ! ! GGGGGGGRRRRRR

I’m pretty much just rummaging through the left over Halloween candy still at my desk hoping to find something that will at least provide enough sugar to get me through until I can get out of here.

I wonder what food places are near the doctor’s office? I’m going to be ready to gnaw my own arm off by the time the appointment’s over – guaranteed – so hopefully there will be something decent I can pick up on my way back to the office. It’s so funny because when I’m at home I’ll forget to eat and typically will have one and occasionally 2 meals when I’m at home - - - none of which is ever normally lunch yet when I’m at the office when the clock strikes 12 my stomach begins to growl and I’m just famished ! Maybe I should just quit my job? Then I’d be sure to lose weight from my lack of food intake ! ! !

J’s in the city today at the other office. He was NOT pleased at the concept of getting up considerably earlier than usual (he is SO not a morning person) and I basically had to fight him out of bed. A fight I really didn’t need seeing as how I spent last night fending off my boy cat who’s taken up the new game of jumping on my pillow in the middle of the night, shoving my head off so he can lay on it and then attacking my hair – biting and pulling at it with his teeth. I was in no mood to be trifled with and I showed no sympathy for J as I demanded he get his “lazy butt” out of bed. The only thing I don’t like about him going to the city is that I have to wonder what that office is like. Like, it’s a designer fashion company and I imagine that everyone there is a size 2 and looks perfect all the time. I told him that he has to give me details when he gets home tonight as I want to know if they allow imperfect people to work there. If they allow their employees to show up in non-designer duds. I want the dirt !

At any rate….

Here I sit, at my desk, with little to do other than PULL information out of my friend via e-mail regarding the new guy she’s seeing. He took her on their 2^nd date (in as many days) last night and I was like “DETAILS” and she, like the poop she is, is dragging it out and only giving me dribs and drabs of information. UGH.

What do I have now? Another ½ hour before the boss man gets here? Should be interesting seeing as how I’m sure he’s forgotten that I have this appointment this afternoon. I have to go in, remind him of this appointment, and then reassure him that I’ve made arrangements to have the lunch delivered to his meeting at the appropriate time. I’m expecting a scowl to cross his face as I tell him of this but don’t really care as I’d requested permission to do this appointment 3 weeks ago and he approved it. Besides, it’s not like I’m taking a ½ day like I had to last time ! This time around I’m just taking a long lunch and will be back straightaway from the appointment.

All right.

This entry has killed at least SOME time.

Guess I should get back to whatever it is I can do until he gets here….

Monday Morning Amusement

Curtain Rods

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay.

When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning and mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas
canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked.

People stopped coming over to visit...

Repairmen refused to work in the house...The maid quit...

Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move. A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out, and eventually, even the local Realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back...

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth...But only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork.

A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home...

.....including the curtain rods.

I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU!!!

Le Collapse

Yes.
That would describe me right now.
I am SOOOO tired.
And it's only like 8:00 ! ! ! !
Today I finished the main painting in the area where Jason will set up "mission control"....so now I only have to touch-up and do the trim
Then I launched into the wonderful world of cookie making and baking...
Still have a long long way to go, but at least I've got a nice stockpile of dough in my freezer.
I didn't get as far as I'd hoped over this long weekend mainly because I found that I was clean out of peppermint extract !
EEK !
So I went to the local grocery.
NADA.
So, tomorrow I'm going to have to hit a different grocery on my way home so that I can hopefully locate the infamous extract and ease on down the road.

Tomorrow is the big day.
I have the appointment with the "good" knee doctor at noon...
FUN, right?
At least my lunch hour will be nice and extended as a result, right?
That and maybe I'll actually get a good answer.
I feel like such a fuddy duddy that I almost want to go to bed right now......
I'm so tired lately !
I wish I could get my energy levels back up !
What the heck is wrong with me?????

In Case Y'all Wanted To See Them....

The new couch:

And the new coffee table:




Now, the table is no longer at the website for the furniture store we actually bought it from, so I'm assuming that it's discontinued. BUT ! I managed to find it at another website in a different wood - - - ours is dark cherry.

Big YAWN

O.k.
It's official.
This new couch passes the test.
It was delivered at 2:15 today, a short time after which I took up residence on it and laid down.
And I just woke up.
Not to be gross, but I was slightly bummed to see that I hadn't drooled all over the throw pillow under my head - - - - the true sign that that I've slept on a couch really well.
The cricks in my neck and back are minimal. . . which is also good.
And it's actually a couch that's LONGER than me ! ! ! !
Granted, I'm no tall person, it's just that our last couch was actually a love seat and it was shorter than me which always ended with my legs smooshed up when I would lay on it.
The only bad thing is that this little nappy/couch test has detracted me from baking cookies today and now I'm feeling rather lathargic.
Oh.
And...
J and I determined rather quickly that the new coffee table has one flaw.
You can't comfortably rest your feet on it.
Maybe this is a good thing - - - that way we'll both learn to sit on a couch properly without resting our big feet on the table in front of us.
He is now out getting us some dinner, so I suppose I should at least wipe down the new table before he comes back and we eat off of it, huh?
YAWN
Crap
Now I'm not going to want to go to bed tonight....

Turkey Day Recap

4:00 am
I get in from the concert and crash out.
8:00 am
I wake up for the first time.
Though I'm confident I can get up and begin to function, J convinces me that I should just go back to sleep. Like a good bunny I listen and crash back out.
11:00 am
I wake up for the second time.
This time I actually get up and start my day.
I putz around the house a little bit and start trying to mentally prepare myself for the day ahead between the driving and the family interaction.
1:00 pm
We set off for Connecticut.
Traffic SUCKS but isn't as bad as the 3 hour hike I'd done the day before.
We've got our supplies on hand for when we get to my mom's house.
Guinness for J, wine for me.
2:50 pm
J and I arrive at mom's.
She's, of course, all excited to see me. J and I are pleasantly surprised when mom whips out Guiness for him and a HUGE bottle of wine for me. The moron isn't there yet and we grab some alcohol and begin the fun-filled task of hanging out with my family.
My brother's not there so we are totally at the mercy of my parents.
3:27 pm
J retreats into the living room with beer in hand to watch the game. I'm left with both mom & P who have been fighting for the past month and were playing nice for the day. FUN.
3:40 pm
Brother shows up.
We banter for a bit which is always fun.
3:55 pm
Wonder Son shows up.
Now.
If dinner's supposed to be on the table at 4:00 how RUDE is it to show up at someone's house 5 minutes prior to dinner being set down??!?!?!? I know he's rude in every sense of the word, so I shouldn't have been shocked, but COME ON.
4:00 pm
Food's still not done. J's in the living room, watching football & hiding. I make the mistake of going in there and get to hear him whine about "when are we going to eat?!?!?!"
4:30 pm
Mom looks like she's actually getting ready to start putting things out on the table...so I jump up and give her a hand....I'm starving at this point and figure I will do anything I can to help this process along.
4:50 pm
Dinner is finally on the table and I rescue J from having to sit across from Wonder Son. Instead, I nag Brother and demand that he sit next to me thereby putting Wonder Son next to his father and across from my mother.
Dinner goes off with minimal pain. Wonder Son, of course, is a fucking pig and feels the need to spew off "information" regarding topics he is totally clueless on.
6:00 pm
J has retreated out to the living room and I've joined him. Wonder Son and Stepmonster are sitting at the table arguing as usual. Mom is in the kitchen and Brother has retreated upstairs. We sit there and exchange tales of the evening thusfar - - - his observations of Wonder Son at dinner and my observations of a phone call my mother took shortly before dinner from the southern family.
6:30 pm
I wander back into the kitchen to b.s. with mom. We hang out and talk. Wonder Son & Stepmonster have made their way out to the living room where J still is. Brother takes off to go "hang" with friends.
6:55 pm
J joins mom and me. He's determined he's had enough of listening to the moron twins and figures mom and I will be more interesting. At this point I've about finished off the huge bottle of wine - - - I'm on the final glass and getting into rare form....
8:45 pm
J and I leave to head back home. I'm plastered at this point. Babbling about god knows what to him during the trip. I think I must've fallen asleep at some point because I vaguely remember waking up as we were pulling into the driveway.
10:30 pm
I stumble into bed and crash out. Had enough and want to rest my head.
Night night.

Hmmm...

Is it possible to be so dehydrated that even your EYES are dried out???
I mean, sure, I expected to be a little dehydrated when I woke up this morning.....
And I knew that all that water I drank before bed would probably help at least a little....
But I certainly didn't expect my eyes to be dry and stingy
UGH

YAWN

Just woke up
For the 2nd time today
The first was at 8 am
Got home at 4 am
I have no voice left from singing and whoo hoo-ing
Had a fucking BLAST last night
Knees are paying the price today, though
UGH
It was worth it
It was all worth it
3 hours in Thanksgiving Day traffic to get to Angela's
(a trip which should've only taken 1 1/2 hours)
Then 40 minutes from there to the venue
Then 1 1/2 hours home in the wee hours
All worth it
100%
I saw my band
I saw them together again
I may have to turn this into a Turkey Day tradition
Provided, of course, that they actually keep doing this year in and year out
They changed up some of the songs, but it was still fun
And !
The best part ?!?!?!
O.k., well, maybe not the BEST part...but it still was a huge highlight ! ! !
Connecticut has, apparently, passed the "No smoking in bars, restaurants and clubs" law
So, rather then coming home smelling like an ashtray I came home smelling not much different than I did when I left.
Ang & Jen smoke - - - so we went outside a couple of times so they could get their fix
(Aah, I remember those days....and I'm so glad I quit smoking 7 years ago ! ! !)
The only real possibility I had of smelling like smoke was from them smoking in the car, but because the windows were down it wasn't that bad and my hair, which is usually a HUGE smoke magnet (like, if someone's smoking within a 10 mile radius my hair will pick up and hang onto that smell), doesn't smell the least bit like smoke.
ROCK !
So.
Now I'm awake for "real"
Well
Sort of
And I have to consider getting ready because J and I are heading out to CT to go do the turkey thing at my mother's
He keeps trying to make our time there as short as possible by suggesting we leave later and later
I keep saying "no"
Yes, my family is VERY annoying, but this is the first Thanksgiving I've spent with them in 2 years and damned it I want to actually be able to SEE them rather than doing the eat and run thing that J's suggesting we do
I've spent the last 2 years dealing with HIS family
Now it's his turn
So.
We leave at 1 (or around 1) and should get there in about 1 1/2 hours....
Which leaves enough time before dinner to hang out and chat with mom
I'll have to make sure we pack enough wine and beer...
For J and I will surely need it to deal with Wonder Son
I think I'm going to go now
Go, perhaps, soak in a nice warm bath, before my travelling starts again

Happy Turkey Day Y'all !

Insane Crazy

I am officially insane.

I know this, yet it won’t stop me.

Today I’m at work like a good little stooge.

Sitting at my desk, patiently waiting for 4:30 to get here.

(o.k., maybe not so patiently, but at least I’m TRYING to be patient !)

THEN !

I’m driving from here (NJ) to my friend’s house in CT to meet up with a couple of friends who are joining me.

Yes.

CT.

On the busiest traffic day of the year.

THEN !

The three of us are driving to New Haven, CT for a concert that starts at 9 pm.

FUN !

Then, after the concert, it’s back to the friend’s house (with a possible detour to a diner) and then onward the 1 ½ (hopefully) hours home to crash out only to have to wake up tomorrow to start the trek all over again since J and I are going to my mother’s for turkey day this year…..so back to CT it is ! ! !

I would only do something as insane as this for THIS PARTICULAR band…..no one else.

Last year they reunited for a concert right before turkey day and I couldn’t go.

And it made me cry (dorky as that is).

And I swore if they ever did it again I would most definitely go.

And so here’s my opportunity.

NOT TO BE PASSED UP ! ! ! !

PLUS !

The big bonus of tonight will be that I’ll most likely be able to purchase a new copy of their CDs since I’ve totally annihilated the copies I’d previously bought. The new copies will be worshiped and protected. I’ll make copies of them and drag those copies around with me in my car while the purchased CDs will sit at my house snug in their protective plastic cases ! ! ! !

Of course, choosing the “right” outfit for this adventure was not easy.

And I’m still not sure I will like the shirt I picked when it comes time to change clothes.

Perhaps I’ll hit Target at lunch and see if I find anything else that I like better.

We’ll see.

2:18

It’s 2:18

Will this day ever end?

I’m here

At my desk

And I am so bored I could die

OOH !

Phone !

O.k.

That was dumb

Dumb salesman

WE DON’T WANT ANY ! ! ! !

GO.A.WAY.

So.

Though it’s technically Tuesday, it’s really more like Thursday because of the short week….

And tomorrow’s like Friday…..but Friday with BREAKFAST !

Not that breakfast is such a big deal

It’s Dunkin Donuts and bagels

Whoo hoo

But I guess that’s better than nothing, right?

The only perk of this company – Breakfast Wednesdays…..pathetic

My two little friends here at work have already left for the day

One to go see a doctor, the other to go move the rest of her belongings into her new home

So that means there’s not even anyone for me to go visit

How to amuse myself

Hmmm…

How

How

How

I think if I “recheck” that blinkin’ Christmas cookie list one more time I’ll scream

It’s all planned – I have my list of names and list of cookies

What I need to do is test the new recipes and get to baking the cookies I already know I’ll be doing

THAT’S what I’d like to be doing right now

BAKING and playing with the kitties

But no

I’m here.

Perhaps I’ll work on those blinkin’ expense reports for the Duckman

I procrastinate because the only thing more boring than sitting here trying to look busy is doing his expense reports

The man just hands me receipts with no information - - - like I’m supposed to KNOW what they’re for !

So begins the game of 20 questions

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OOH !

Timekiller !
I’ll go make some tea and restock the coffee supply !

O.k.

That took a hot minute.

BLAH

Chunk just came back from her 45 minute break

Must be nice

Wish I could take 45 minute breaks 3 times a day

OOH !

Just got back the memo we’ve been laboring over most of the day

He gives me his chicken scratch

I type it

He edits it and adds more chicken scratch

I fix it

Rinse and repeat

Many times over

This is like the 6^th or 7^th draft of this thing today

Luckily I’m a fairly quick typist

There’s the phone again….

SON OF A B!TCH ! ! ! !

O.k.

I know I don’t have much to do but COME ON

For the past 2 days I’ve been the only one answering the phones around here though there’s ANOTHER PERSON here who can do it too ! ! ! ! !
There’s a reason she got robbed on vacation !

Because BAD THINGS happen to BAD PEOPLE

Now if only she’d go away !
She’ll never leave here, though….not without being forced….she’s got it too good and she knows she’ll never be able to get away with shopping trips in the middle of the day and playing solitaire all day somewhere else

Alright

I’ve killed about 1 hour between typing this, answering the f-ing phones and re-working this memo for the zillionth time….

Time to go and figure out how to kill the next 1 ¾ hours….

There's A Mouse In The House ! ! ! ! (And I'm Not Talkin' Mickey !)

So.....

Last night we had a bit of an adventure.....

J and I were sitting on the couch and we see Agador trot by like he's chasing something. At first we think nothing of it - - - that cat is a lunatic and chases imaginary bugs all the time. It's when I heard a small noise that I got up to check out what he was up to. Agador had a little tiny field mouse trapped in the corner of our dining room turned makeshift computer room. The noise I heard was the mouse squeaking in terror. Now, Ag is no mighty hunter. He's the sweetest cat on the planet and probably just thought this little mousie was a new toy.

(Agador: World's cutest cat !)
I, of course, being a freak, screamed and jumped on a chair when the mouse scurried across the room with Ag in hot pursuit. J runs and grabs a hurling stick and also goes to get Panya from her cozy kitty bed.

(Panya: World's lasiest cat !)
J's determined that it's time for the cats to "earn their keep" and tells them so. At this point Agador's lost sight of the mouse and Panya, who could care less, jumps into one of the dining room chairs and curls up. Then I realize why J has a hurling stick in his hand. If the cats did take care of this little rodent then he planned to take it out with that stick ! I jumped up and stood in his way yelling at him that I would not allow him or either of the cats to murder the mouse.

NOT.GONNA.HAPPEN.

So.

I run and get a mason jar and a magazine. The mouse has squished himself into our floorboard heater and I could see his little whiskers poking out the top. I try to scare him up and into the jar to no avail as Agador keeps trying to inch his way into the situation. Finally Senior Mouse makes a break for it. He gets away from my jar and gets about ½ way up our fireplace before losing his grip and falling to the ground. He again runs and Agador is on his tail. This time the little guy gets behind our dining room corner unit. I made J get on one side with me and the mason jar on the other side. J's job was to scare the mouse and get him to run towards me and into the jar. This plan worked and I ended up with this tiny little brown mouse in a big mason jar. He looked at me with his little oil drop eyes as if to say "o.k. lady, you win." I took him outside and set him free. J was a bit bummed that I didn't let him or the cats hurt our little visitor but I told him there was no way I was going to let that happen.

Yes.

It's a rodent.

Yes.

I don't want these types of disease carrying critters living in the house with us.

But.

There is no way I'm going to sentence them to a painful death.

Or a death at all for that matter if I can help it.

So I'm sure you're wondering what's wrong with me that I should care about a pest.

Well.

Two things.

Reason #1 - Many moons ago there was a mouse loose in my parent's house. My stepfather took a broom and just kept smashing the little animal into the wall until it's body fell limp. He'd brutally beat this poor little animal to death with me screaming at him to stop. He didn't give me a chance to even try to catch this mouse and chose to viciously kill it instead. That scene has remained in my mind and it still gives me chills and makes me sick.

Reason #2 - I once used to have mice as pets. Sure, they were those cute little white lab mice with red eyes and pink tails, but they were still mice. Still rodents. And I loved them. In owning these mice I learned a lot about the personality of these creatures. They're very sweet, loving animals who have very real emotions. When one of my mice would die the one still alive would literally become depressed and mourn the loss. When I would break out the grapes as a special treat for them you could literally see them getting excited, knowing they were about to get their favorite treat. Having gotten to know these animals there is no way I could hurt them - - - even if they're brown and scurrying around my house.

OHMYGOD ! ROCK ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

THANKSGIVING EVE with THE ORIGINAL



REUNION

special guest Jen Durkin & the Bombsquad
Wednesday, November 24

OHMYGOD ! ! ! !

That heifer needs to be sold to Winn-Dixie for steaks ! ! ! ! ! !

WTF is her problem!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!

She just came ½ way to my desk from hers and was like "What time are you leaving the office today?"

I looked at her, puzzled, wondering if this was some sort of trick question.

I was like "What?"

She got all snotty and, speaking to me as if I were retarded, huffed "I want to know what time you're leaving the office today"

I raised an eyebrow, still confused, and replied (a little snotty my own self as if SHE were the one with the screw loose) "5:00?"
She was like "No. Don't you have like a doctor's appointment or something today?"

I was like "No. My appointment is NEXT Monday and it's during my lunch hour - - - it'll be an extended lunch but I won't be leaving the office early that day for the appointment, it will just be during lunch."

"OH", she huffed and walked back to her desk mumbling - - - the only part of which I could make out being "Well, I thought you were...."

WHATEVER ! ! ! !

WTF is that all about ?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?

Was she planning to or has she already gone to Big Boss Man to complain about my supposed leaving early today - - - particularly since Yenta is out today and she'd be "all alone" - - - and now she's found that she was WRONG and hadn't READ THE E-MAIL I sent to both her and Yenta correctly so now she looks even MORE like a dumb a$$ than usual????

Nice to be a snot !

Dontcha Hate It When...

You oversleep by 1 hour and, when you do wake up it's in a flury of panick because of a wretchedly bad dream????
I shouldn't even be posting right now as this is my morning....but this was one of those dreams that's still effecting me 1/2 an hour after I woke up. I'm still all freaked out even though I keep rationalizing with myself that it was ONLY A DREAM and NOT REALITY. Only by typing in here do I hope to purge myself of this daze and confusion.
BLAH.
If this is any indication of how the rest of my day is going to be running then I should just crawl back into bed and call out sick. But I can't do that anyway thanks to a certain someone taking this WHOLE WEEK OFF.....and so it's just me and the hell heifer for these next three days....
GGGGGGRRRRRR.....
K.
Must stop typing now and try to get ready for work....
I do, afterall, have to be out of here in like 20 minutes ! ! ! !

You Don't See Me ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Does he think he's good at hiding or does he think we're too dumb not to notice those little white paws sticking out?


 

Yeah.... This about sums it up for me.....

 

THUD….THUD….THUD…..

That would be the sound of my head banging against my desk…..

In my attempt to make the time go by, I just looked at the list of the “deserving” ones this year who will receive a tin of cookies from yours truly…
I swear, I should just open a frickin’ bakery !
Upon printing out this list that I’ve been working on today and tallying up the total number of households/individuals who are to receive my confectionary delights I come up with the grand total (for the moment at least) of…….
45
Yes.
45
How the heck did my list grow so much??????
I mean, I have my family, J’s family, my friends, J’s friends, my co-workers (who I don’t want to maim), J’s co-workers, J’s ex-co-workers….and so on and so forth……
And all that added up totals
45
Do you even KNOW how many frickin’ cookies I’m going to have to make to fill 45 tins?!?!?!?
So, I made a 2nd list…
A list of the different types of cookies/goodies I can make to fill this godforsaken order….
20
Yup
20 items.
So I go online…
And I begin the great search to find new cookies to add to the list…
Cookies that won’t be time consuming and that will meet the standard I’ve come to have when making my holiday cookies…..
And I have, so far, found 4 new recipes to test…
3 for actual cookies….
1 for a powder sugar glaze to go over cut-out cookies….
I’m sure my co-workers will be just “thrilled” with me when I bring in the test batches for them to try !
They always “love” when I bake and bring in my fattening treats in for them ! ! ! !
=0)
The only other hope I have is that my memory is as bad as it’s always been and I’ll go home and look in my recipe database and find MORE cookies I’ve made in the past that I can use.
And, of course, I have to then figure out a timeline that I can adhere to in making all of these cookies….a workable, easy to follow timeline…..

Ideally I’d like to get all batches that need to be sent out the door by the end of the 2nd week of December….
Which gives me a whopping 3 ½ weeks !
I guess I could start at least making the dough that can be refrigerated or frozen this weekend….and vacu-seal it up so it won’t go bad….
Then next weekend is a 4 day weekend….
So maybe I’ll bake Friday thru Sunday and then vacu-seal up those little cookies so they won’t get stale….
Then…
Depending on whether or not 2nd job comes through, I can either work on finishing my baking a few nights a week and then on the weekends, huh???
So maybe I CAN do this….
Granted, I still need to hunt down and buy another 42 tins (I found 3 at Target at lunch today) to fill….
But I guess actually making the cookies overrides the shopping for tins on my list…..

Perhaps I should stock up on Red Bull….
Considering I have rooms in the house to paint, window treatments to design, create and hang and all of these frickin cookies to make…..
Maybe I should just forget about sleeping for the next month or so, huh?
How about that?!?!?!?
Would that work???
Would I have enough time to meet the demands of my cookie craving public and J’s demands of a completed house????
BLAHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
How did this turn out to me by life??
How the hell did I get here???
And where’s the next exit because I don’t know if this is the road I want to be on !

BET !

O.k.
So.
The past 5 minutes has improved my outlook…
(Though the clock continues to move like molasses….)
The girls want to go out for lunch tomorrow…..
WHOO HOO ! ! !
I’m the official driver….
The super sneaky one who pulls around to the front of the building to pick up my girlfriends so no one (at least we hope) can put together that we’ve become friends to the point of lunching together ! ! ! !
This place is weird…
The three of us are all on opposite sides of the building…
And we’re all watched like HAWKS….
If they came into this area then Queen Fat A$$ would be all over that like a rainbow on an oil slick…..
If we met over in Holly’s neck of the woods the Troll would be all up and into our business (she, of course, being Queenie’s best friend)….
And poor Melissa has to deal with Pimp Daddy giving her a hard time every time someone even WALKS PAST her desk ! (and as a total side note, though he tries to intimidate me, he knows he can’t and, hence, hates me more than all others…)
So, in a nutshell, no where’s safe to meet….
Darest I say that perhaps I should suggest picking them up at separate locations to deter the suspicions that much more……
Hmmm…
Will have to ponder that one….
At any rate, I can be happy that I can share some new gossip and most likely hear some new tales from their sides of the universe as well !
We always have a good time together…..so at least tomorrow will have a highlight other than it being bagel day, right?

SLUG….

Yes.
I am officially a SLUG.
It’s only a measly 3:45 and it’s KILLING ME !
Today is DRAGGING by SOOOO slowly…..
And I’ve got next to nothing to do…..
* Le Sigh *
I have to deal with a whole other hour & 15 minutes before they free me from this hell hole called work….
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
I surely will go insane before then….
And then what?
Padded walls and jackets with funny arms????
* Le Faint *
Though today after work I’ll be stopping by and applying for a nifty 2nd job.
FUN !
These house project expenses are killing me financially and I think this is the only viable option at this point. This place doesn’t pay me near enough……and, though my list of gift receipients is small this year, the holidays are still a-comin’ and I would like to buy nice gifts for those on the list.
That, and I’d like to be able to snatch some of the bills so that I’m “contributing” to the household and someone doesn’t feel like I’m just mooching (though, I don’t see HOW I could be seen as doing so seeing as how I’ve paid for the materials for 9/10 of the projects and done 90% of the manual labor. Yes, I may not be paying the MORTGAGE, but my money is going towards improvements….and my time and back are being put to good use turning this place into something that feels like a HOME…)…
(awkward silence)
Did I just go off there?
Sorry about that…
UT HUM….
Anyway.
New 2nd job for me (hopefully) will happen….
I’m hoping they look at my application and my smiling face and say “HEY ! We want HER ! ! ! !” and then they can start crackin’ the whip and busting my butt….and paying me most likely minimum wage or a little more…..but at least it’ll be me making money and me being able to hold my own financially…..

I'm A Little More Than Outraged....

Kelberlau: Just give me my pills
by Katie Kelberlau
Katie Kelberlau
The State Press

One ordinary day last March, Julie Lacey stopped into a CVS pharmacy near her home in a Fort Worth, Texas, suburb. Lacey had been going to this very pharmacy for more than a year to get her birth control prescription filled. To her horror, on this particular day, the pharmacist refused to dispense Lacey's pills because she did not believe in birth control.

Last February, at an Eckerd Drug Store in Denton, Texas, a pharmacist refused to give emergency contraception to a female rape victim. A Madison, Wisc., pharmacist faces possible charges for not only refusing to refill a woman's birth control, but for also refusing to give the prescription slip back to her.

The American Pharmacists' Association's (APA) policy states that pharmacists may refuse to fill prescriptions on moral grounds, but they must make arrangements for the patient to get the pills. Susan Winkler of the APA told USA Today that their policy supports "stepping away, but not obstructing" patients' access to controversial medicines.

Unfortunately, in some cases, "stepping away" is the same as obstructing. Wal-Mart, the low-priced, conservative shopping giant, refuses to carry the morning-after pill. In some cities, Wal-Mart may be the only pharmacy for miles.

With legal protections in place, however, this movement toward pharmaceutical fundamentalism is gaining momentum. Karen Brauer, president of the growing Pharmacists for Life International, says she "refuses to dispense a drug with a significant mechanism to stop human life."

Perhaps someone should let Brauer and others like her in on a little secret. The birth control pill is used for more than just "stopping human life." I have two good friends on the pill who have not had (and are not planning to have) sex.

Generally, the pill reduces cramps, gives women lighter periods, improves acne problems, alleviates premenstrual headaches and depression and protects against unwanted body hair.

More importantly, eight years of pill use reduces risk of endometrial cancer by 80 percent, and 10 years of pill use reduces risk of ovarian cancer by 80 percent. Finally, it provides some protection against ovarian cysts, cancer of the uterus, osteoporosis and pelvic inflammatory disease (which can lead to infertility).

Matt Sande of Pro-Life Wisconsin is leading a petition drive to enact legal protections for pharmacists who do not believe in birth control. Sande told USA Today that he believes pro-life druggists should not have to "become parties to abortion."

I was a vegetarian for a number of years primarily for moral reasons involving my disagreement with factory farming. I also worked at a steakhouse. Had I disagreed with the consumption of meat so strongly that I was unable to provide customers with their dinners, I would have been fired.

There is no difference between these two issues. Just because the pro-life stance is currently en vogue with the government does not make it any different from the belief in vegetarianism. If people's beliefs interfere with their ability to give customers what they need, then it may be time to look for a new line of work.

Individuals in this country have the right to express religion and faith however they desire. Yet it seems religion has become a screen for people to hide; or, a way for certain individuals to circumvent the law or get out of obligations.

For a pharmacist to refuse drugs to a rape victim is abominable. Environmentalists working in a furniture store would be hard-pressed to keep their jobs if they prevented their customers from buying tables made from rainforest woods. By the same token, it should not be OK for pharmacists to insist their customers only use drugs that the employees deem morally acceptable. If dispensing medicines to women offends their sensibilities, then they should not work in public drug stores.

Like Hitler marching on Russia, the war on women's rights has opened a new front. Abortions were just the tip of the iceberg.

What I Want To Respond??? "Who Gives A FUC%"

From: Dan
Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 11:09 AM
To: Jules
Cc: Liz
Subject: FW: STARTING YOUR DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER

This is what a computer should do first thing in the morning! Click on the link below and then type in your first name...

http://www.cse.unsw.edu.au/~geoffo/humour/flattery.html






From: Jules
Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 11:10 AM
To: Dan
Cc: Liz
Subject: Re: FW: STARTING YOUR DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER

Are we allowed to e-mail you today?







From: Dan
Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 11:10 AM
To: Jules
Cc: Liz
Subject: FW: STARTING YOUR DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER

Sure,
Especially since I have news....






From: Jules
Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 11:11 AM
To: Dan
Cc: Liz
Subject: Re: FW: STARTING YOUR DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER

What... are you engaged?






From: Dan
Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 11:18 AM
To: Jules
Cc: Liz
Subject: FW: STARTING YOUR DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER


Actually, No, I’m pregnant!!!

No, just kidding of course... Since we last spoke, Emily has completely cut the other guy out of her life...It’s officially over...It happened Wednesday night, And she has asked me to go on a day trip with her to NYC...She asked me...Since she really hasn’t ever been there that much. So, We’ll do the day at the Met, view ground Zero, and then do dinner at Pelagrino’s in Little Italy, I’m still going to give her her space, and her time to heel, But I’m also not going to turn down time to spend with her, especially when she’s initiating it... I’m going to let her heel, and in the mean time, if she wants to chase after me, I’ll be okay with that...

FURIOUS ! ! ! ! ! !

So this is it....
After being there for him all this time, this is the thanks we get.....




From: Dan
Sent: Thursday, November 11, 2004 9:52 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: Heavy e-mail traffic



Just wanted to let the two of you know, that I just got a good talking to for excessive e-mails, Particularly between myself and Emily, But your e-mail addresses were also brought up, So, we'll have to try to limit the number of e-mails I'm included in,

Mainly they are mad about the 230 e-mails Emily and I have sent to each other over 9 business days,
Including 65 yesterday alone...

I guess I'm a nuisance to e-mail and I'm clogging up the memory banks

I'm A Little Mortified.....

Woman Killed In Home As Officers Wait For Her To Open Gate

POSTED: 8:17 am EST November 10, 2004

LONG BEACH, Calif. -- Police officers went to Lynn Schockner's front door to ask her to unlock her back gate so they could search her yard for a possible intruder, reported by her neighbor.

Schockner agreed, left the front door, and never came out of the house.

As two officers waited at the front, another went to the alley near the back yard, and arrested a man coming over the fence.

Officers rushed into Schockner's back yard, but it was too late. She was outside her back door, stabbed to death.

Long Beach police said they arrested Nicholas Harvey on suspicion of murder. He was carrying a knife and jewelry.

A spokesman said the killing hit them so hard, counselors were brought to the scene for the officers.

My day so far.....

Excerpts from my e-mail battle from this morning....





From: Emily
Sent: Tuesday, November 09, 2004 4:00 PM
To: Dan
Subject: RE:




Do you think this dress would be nice for the x-mas party. It’s from
Fredrick’s of Hollywood and its only $89.00






From: Dan
Sent: Tuesday, November 09, 2004 4:18 PM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: FW:


She’s killing me!!!!
Look at what she’s going to wear to the x-mas party at the casino...
Where I already have booked an overnight room...






From: Jules
Sent: Tuesday, November 09, 2004 4:53 PM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: RE: FW:




WOW!!!!!!!!!!! Just be careful!






From: Dan
Sent: Tuesday, November 09, 2004 4:53 PM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE: FW:




Don't worry about me, I'm just a perfect gentleman, "With a little bit
of Mississippi Leg-Hound in me" (From Christmas
Vacation)






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 8:49 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




OY.
Ya know, though...
It has to be said....
I question a girl who gets her dresses from Frederick's of Hollywood....






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 8:53 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




Go liz!!!!!






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 8:59 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:



Stop ruining the fantasy!!!!!!






Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:00 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




But am I RIGHT Jules????
I mean, I don't believe I've EVER bought CLOTHING from, of all the
places on the planet, FREDERICK'S OF HOLLYWOOD.
Whereas a Victoria's Secret says Sexy Sophisticated......
Frederick's of Hollywood says....
How to put this......






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:02 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:



Tramp? Oh.... did I say that? Okay..... maybe EASY!






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:03 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:



WHOOOO-AAAAHHHH
Oops !
Did that slip out?
CHEAP
(lizzie, shut your mouth !)
Ho????
OOOHHH !
I'm going to stop typing now !
Who knows what else I might say ! !






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:06 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




You know we say these things out of love......






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:08 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




Right!!!
It sucks being the little brother/Ho in training in the situation






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:08 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




LOL
You LOVE it and you KNOW it !
AND !
P.S., if it were anyone BUT this chick you would SOOOO be joining in ! ! ! ! ! !






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:09 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




So what's your point??






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:12 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




Ya know?.


I have this song running through my head?.


HEY !


HO !


HEY !


HO !



=0)


Seriously, though.


Here’s the deal.


WOMEN DO NOT SHOP AT LINGERIE STORES FOR CLOTHING UNLESS THEY ARE A BIT ON THE ??UM??.JULES, HELP ME OUT HERE?..QUESTIONABLE??..DON’T KNOW IF THAT’S THE RIGHT TERMINOLOGY?..SIDE.


Think of where, say, strippers shop.


NOT AT MACY’S


NOT AT FILENE’S


They shop in LINGERIE stores because they want super REVEALING clothing.


And.


Honestly.


If this dress is for a Christmas party that’s for your company then I REALLY have to question her.


When you’re going out with your co-workers you typically would lean more to the conservative side


You wouldn’t want something where you’re chest is exposed, there’s not back and there’s a big slit up the leg


That’s all I’m saying


That’s my point






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:10 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:





We are just looking out for you. Liz is right. Most women would go to Macy’s or Filene’s to get a dress. They would also want to surprise the man and not let him know what they are wearing.






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:11 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




That you are not as removed from the situation as you think you are. She has more of a hold on you than you want to admit.






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:12 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




Yup...






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:13 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




She’s teasing me, and trying to make me drool, and it’s working...






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:14 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEASING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See why we are concerned??????






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:17 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




AMEN SISTER!!!!!!!! I just have a bad feeling about this one. I think she is rebounding HARD and sees your interest and is running with it. Heck, I was dating someone at B-MS but still dress respectively at the Holiday party.






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:18 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




Honey.
We’re both now getting a little WORRIED for you.
We’re not trying to be deliberately ugly to you.
We just have to raise an eyebrow to this situation and scrutinize it.
Come on !
Aren’t we the two who have been so happy and excited for you in all of this?????
Why would we be changing our tunes if it wasn’t for something that’s real...and I think we’re both seeing a warning flag going up here....


We aren’t trying to piss you off.
That’s the last thing either of us want.....
We just want to make sure this girl is QUALITY and that she’s DESERVING of YOU ! !






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:25 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




Exactly. Being women, we know how women think and the games they play. We don’t want to see you hurt and are concerned that she is playing with your feelings. BUT..... since we also know that no matter what we say, you will still have these feelings for her and will still be seeing her, know that we are here to pick up the pieces when they fall.






From: Emily
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 10:35 AM
To: Dan
Subject: RE:












From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:42 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




The other dress that she’s thinking about,
I told her that I think that this is the better choice






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 10:45 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




Yes, better, but the back still isn’t too appropriate.






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 10:40 AM
To: Emily
Subject: RE:




To be perfectly honest, I think that this dress is the better choice.
As much as I love the other dress, Some people might not think it would be
the best choice for a company party,
You would look amazing in it, but we have a lot of prudish people working
here who might think it was a little risky.
This dress however has a little bit more sophistication to it, but also a
hint of sensuality with the open back.
I really really like this dress!!!






From: Emily
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 10:42 AM
To: Dan
Subject: RE:




Yeah I was wondering that myself....I love the back to this dress, plus it
is more me. Plus I love strapless dresses. I think this one is better
too...a little more money, but worth it






From: Dan
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:45 AM
To: Liz, Jules
Subject: RE:




See.....
She’s not a Ho!! or a Tease!!






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 10:57 AM
To: Dan, Liz
Subject: Re: FW:




Li z - Do you want to take this or should I?






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 11:00 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




Go get ‘em Jules....






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 11:08 AM
To: Liz, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




Women choose their wording VERY carefully. Also, it is not what she says, but how she acts. Actions speak so much louder than words. She is teasing you by sending you pictures and getting a reaction out of you. So... in that manner, yes, she is a tease. As I stated earlier, most women would not be showing you what they are planning on wearing. They would want to surprise. They don’t want you imagining what they will look like in a certain dress. It is all about the initial reaction when you first see them in the dress. It is the element of surprise. And I am sure this is from Frederick’s also and that implies Ho’. There is no getting around that.






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 11:23 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




See.
I’m thinking that regardless of where this new dress is from it’s still inappropriate.
Sure she’s covered from the waist down but from the waist up - - - on her back - - - there’s next to nothing there.
As I said before.
A dress she can wear a bra in without having everyone see the bra.


And, honestly, I have to agree with Jules.
I’m getting the feeling that she’s just looking for a reaction from you.
And just trying to “tease” you by sending you these pictures.


Key word of the day.
CLASSY
Classy does not mean exposed back, belly or thighs....
Classy means covered
Classy does not mean burqua....but a sense of leaving something to the imagination.
CLASSY






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 11:23 AM
To: Jules, Dan
Subject: RE: FW:




WELL SAID JULES !





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And In Sidebar Conversation…




From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:16 AM
To: Jules
Subject: RE:




I think he’s getting pissed at us (probably me more than you b/c I’m being so blunt....)
But WTF is that dress?!?!?!?!?
And WTF is up with shopping at Frederick’s?!?!?!?!?!?
I think she’s just toying with him and getting off on the fact that he’s salivating so much ! ! ! !
She can SMELL his desperation and she’s using it to her advantage ! ! ! !
Me thinks I don’t like her already ! ! ! !






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:27 AM
To: Liz
Subject: RE: FW:




I think you are right. We know women and their games much better than he does. And you know this girl is BAD news. Yes, I picked what I wore to the B-MS party carefully to entice J.D., but I also made sure that it was appropriate for a company party. What she has picked out to wear is not appropriate. She is going to break his heart and we will have to pick up the pieces.






From: Liz
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:40 AM
To: Jules
Subject: RE:




You know those claws of mine?
That Mamma bear protectiveness I have for all of my friends?
It’s coming out BIG TIME right now.
I am NOT approving of her anymore.
SOMETHING is wrong here.
He’s been saying how “sweet” and “nice” she is and those types of girls who are really that way don’t wear those types of outfits ! ! ! !


And p.s.
I was talking to him last night and he was like “she had to order the dress in size 2 but she’ll probably have to get it altered.


I don’t think he even realizes that when you buy ho clothes that it’s typically made out of the same stuff Halloween costumes are made out of ! Altering something like that isn’t really an option !


ALSO !
Let me say that when I was a size 0...yes, once upon a time ago I really was that small....and I KNEW how good I looked I STILL wouldn’t have EVER walked out of the house in a dress like that. It’s a matter of pride on oneself and if she chooses to wear something like that out in public then I think it says a lot about her self image and the way in which she wants to be seen by others. Honestly, when she walks out in that thing men and women alike are going to wonder how much she charges ! ! ! !


I can honestly say I’m scared for him.....
I really am....
Did you see the picture of her?
He sent me one and I couldn’t get a good read on her.....
Though the one thing I DID see and I TOLD him was that I could see that though she seems sweet that she’s got a b!tch lurking inside if she doesn’t get her way.....






From: Jules
Sent: Wednesday, November 10, 2004 9:27 AM
To: Liz
Subject: RE: FW:




I totally agree with you. I am really concerned about her. Now, why did the relationship with the ex end? I am wondering if she is the type that needs a man in her life so she won’t let one go until she finds the next. She is going to hurt him BADLY.

Some Things Happen For A Reason.....

So.
J and I were asked to watch the G baby since the M's were planning on going to a party in the city.
Well.
Turns out they were invited to ANOTHER party.
A surprise party.
A party for a friend of J's.
A friend who he's just recently been reconnected with.
The wife of said friend, who was throwing this party, was told by Mrs. M that she had better not invite us because we were already booked to watch G.
Uh huh.
This, needless to say, rubbed us the wrong way seeing as how she made up this decision for us.
BUT !
We'd already agreed that we'd watch G and so of course we were going to stick to our word.
And so the big day came.
And we went over to watch Princess G.
And off the M's went to the party.
J was working on our cars and he had a quick question about where a tool was and so he called Mr. M.
And here's where the juicy story starts......
Mr. M tells J that the wife got the husband a STRIPPER for his birthday.
At a party where their family and friends were all in attendance.
At a party that was to be a surprise for his 30th birthday.
At THIS party she thought it would be a "good idea" to get a STRIPPER ! ! ! ! ! !
Mr. M couldn't talk because he wanted to get back to the "show".
J and I agreed that Mrs. M would play it down and pretend it wasn't a big deal---even though we were SURE she'd be mortified and pissed.
(Imagine what the mom's club would think ! ! ! ! )
*GASP !*
So.
We wait.
And we wait.
And they finally come home at 10:30 or so.
At which point Mrs. M yanks out their digital camera to SHOW ME THE PICTURES OF THE STRIPPER HARD AT WORK ! ! ! !
ICK !
Could've REALLY done without the visual aid ! ! ! !
She, of course, made like it was no biggie but I know better !
How TACKY is that scene?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?
AND !
To make it that much worse the birthday boy's DAD got a LAP DANCE ! ! !
EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
WTF is wrong with these people?!?!??!?!?!
Wrong.
Just wrong.

So.
What I have to be thankful for is this.
I am thankful that we were "not allowed" to be invited to this party.
I am thankful that we weren't there.
I am thankful I didn't have to deal with that scene.

Even J thought this whole scene was tasteless and tacky. A real "What Was She Thinking" moment if ever I saw one !

(*&(*^&%&^%^%%$$##@!#!#@!~!

FUCKING RALPH NADAR !
FUCKING RALPH NADAR !
FUCKING RALPH NADAR !

Nice you fucking tool.
Nice of you to steal votes.
Nice of you to HURT this election.

FUCKING RALPH NADAR SUPPORTERS !

Are you all fucking retarded?!?!?!
Do you not realize that

#1 - Ralph Nadar will NEVER win
and
#2 - By voting for this guaranteed LOSER rather than voting for either Bush or Kerry you are RUINING this election. Those FUCKING votes should be going to the REAL competitors. FUCK "making a point" or doing it because you "can".

FUCKERS.

WTF?!?!?!?!

WTF is this????
One place I see that it's Bush 254 electoral votes vs. Kerry 242 electoral votes....
This seems to be the general concensus.....
Another is saying Bush 269 electoral votes (just one away from "winning") vs. Kerry 238 electoral votes....
Hmmm.....
Me thinks perhaps SOME station may be showing their political opinion.....
Making it look like their guy is just moments away from a win.....
It looks grim, kids.....
Let's just hope that these last 4 states come out in an unexpected way.....
That all of these little monkeys in suits "projecting" the outcome are wrong.....
I feel sick....