dress code

I’m not allowed to wear a shirt that says “I am a corporate whore” so I wear my Old Navy shirt instead. Wearing a shirt that says Old Navy is a lot like wearing a shirt that says “I am a corporate whore” but without getting sent home for the day to think about your clothes. Funny thing is, I own a ton of old navy clothes (they’re cheap and they fit me) and I own 3 shirts that actually say Old Navy on the front as advertisement. I never personally purchased the shirts with the Old Navy logo, they were given to me as part of a closet clean out.
Today I’m totally dressed for the part of hipster-kid corporate whore with my chunky black sketcher sneakers, my cuffed, flared jeans, white long sleeve t-shirt with dark colored Old Navy t-shirt over it (I know it’s supposed to be a long john type shirt, but that’s just too heavy and warm for me), my nerdy girl glasses and my mussed, spikey hair in bleach blond/trailer trash roots.
To turn in 180 degrees…in the news…
Okay, the cops couldn’t give her a ride or an escort or any sort of help?? The best they could do is call ahead to the hospital? Jesus, guys, she had 2 little kids in the back AND you pull her over at gun point. You didn’t think to help? Granted, what the hell was she doing dealing with all this alone, but still…
And the only reason why this is funny is because the gun didn’t go off. If it had, this would have been a much different story.
I despise, absolutely DESPISE the pictures of Terry Schiavo’s “supporters” mourning. I just want to scream, “This was none of your business in the first place. You don’t deserve to act like you’ve lost something. You added to a media circus that should have never taken place. Go fight for something that matters like keeping gays out of the boyscouts since it’s the gays and not the pedophiles that you need to worry about.”
But, hey, it was taco day at work. Yes, the dates on the list are wrong. We have a top notch intranet.
Hey! Can I post more today? We’ll see!

mi boca es su boca

Today is being described as SPLENDID! by me. I want everyone to be as splendidly happy as I am.
The weather is cool and blustery but the sun is shining and the sky is screaming blue. I’ve got a pile of the happiest emails ever in my inbox. I am someone’s bubbo.
I feel a little guilty being so happy right now. I have a friend going through an ordeal in her relationship, I want very much to help her and I don’t know how. So I offer her my support and friendship. You will get through this and you will survive and we will be there on the other side.
And, sadly, Terry Schiavo did pass on this morning. I am relieved for her and her family. I am relieved that there will be some closure for them. I’m sad it had to take this course, though.
but, back to the brightness and happiness…I’m going to get a little fish tank in my office and get a fish named Digger. Problem is finding a fish named Digger, but I’m persistent, these thing work themselves out.
I’ve been posting a lot lately, I vascillate between more, smaller posts or fewer, longer posts. I just don’t know.
OH HEY! If anyone would like a postcard from the Keys, email me and let me know the address to send it to.
I will leave you for now with a quote from Dáithí, he always describes me so accurately…
You are sweet and charming and pretty and unspeakably rotten.
So there you have it.

some things don’t translate

Who here knows how to say ‘punchline’ in another language? Systran is totally failing me tonight.
‘You are the punchline to the world’s saddest joke’ just isn’t translating. It’s the quote of the day and it livened up lunch considerably.
I was playing with my stats tonight. The two things of interest are where I’m linked from and the search terms people used to find me (it’s good to know that ‘tonsil abscess’ and ‘analworld’ still rank high). Also, a surge of traffic from Denmark, so I guess I give a shout out to my unknown homies over there. Good for you!
I’m still watching ‘Family Guy’ dvd’s. Stewie is still narrating my posts, but oddly, Chris’ voice was narrating a couple other places and it was highly amusing and altogether too fitting.
We have an open house this weekend. Sadly, it’s still going to be on the coolish side or I’d take the boy and the dog on a picnic. Maybe we’ll just go on a hike or something for the day. A hike. Jesus. Who knew I’d ever think of something like that. Granted, my definition of hike is not that same as yours, and probably involves more cookies. Anyway, open house this weekend but only for a couple of hours. The weird thing about having your house on the market is you begin to have this creepy feeling you’re in compton or something for all the cars that drive reeeal slow by the house.
The for sale sign in my front yard fell over this week and I had to call and get that taken care of. Why did it fall down? Could it be because it was installed in a garden in soil that is tilled and has no extensive root system to bind it together? Maybe. The sign was reinstalled on the other side of the driveway this morning and I can rest easy in my smugness.
In one month I’ll have been at this job for 5 years. I’m trying to get some sort of “thanks for keeping department turnover so low” award from my boss. A watch would be nice, but I’ll settle for a beer. Either way my vacation time kicks up to 3 weeks a year and lord knows I deserve all the vacation time I can get; and by ‘Deserve’ I mean ‘Want’.
I write secret messages to people on their bananas!
ps Is it wrong to check cnn.com almost religiously to see if Terry Schiavo died yet? I’m not saying this in a cruel way (which is surprising if you know me), but I’m truly hoping she passes on so that some closure can come to this for her and her family. You know, the funny thing is, as much as I’m an advocate for pulling the plug if I’m ever in that kind of state, I’m actually not keen on the idea of pulling the feeding tube. I can’t quite put my finger on why specifically, but there’s an excess of cruelty there. So stop the machines but leave the feeding tube in unless there’s a follow up plan to morphine me to death or something like that.

Oh! Tet comfort dat wij hebben gedeeld

I’m getting better at converting regular recipes to vegetarian recipes. Obviously, this is not an issue with most things, it’s easy enough to take out the meat or use a different protein like tofu or beans or whatever. Tonight, I went crazy and made veggie and dumplings. It’s simmering away right now. Smells so good.
I’m getting better at this, problem was retraining myself. I’d been shying away from carbs, eggs and a whole passel of veggies. It was almost pavlovian and I had to retrain myself. The results are happifying!
I need to get back in the habit of having homemade seitan on hand. I use this recipe, but I’ve modified it quite a bit to suit my uses. It’s an excellent recipe.
Okay, I just got my bowl and I’m in heaven! So good. Next time I need to make more stew to go with the amount of dumplings (or halve the dumpling recipe). It’s thick and comforting and you don’t really miss the chicken at all. I added some tvp I found in the pantry, you can find it but the bits are pretty small and get lost.
For the record, I’m not vegetarian, I just keep dating them.