Every single muscle I possess or have even thought about possessing hurts right now. Last night, Tab and I planted stuff for about... 3 hours? Something like that. It wasn't just the planting... it was trying to dig into the clay that is absolutely everywhere in texas. I don't know if I'd really want to take on more jobs like this one but it was good experience anyways.

Maybe we can just corner the 75+ bracket. You know... little old ladies that really want pretty flowers but don't have the energy to actually plant them. We can sit and talk to them for a couple hours while planting their 25 begonias. And there would be cake. And tea.

I think I'm still a little delirious. Maybe it's because of the FIFTY MILLION TIMES we heard 'Hollaback Girl' on the radio last night.

Wow. I got up at 9 this morning and I was just thinking that I should get around to doing something before the day just flies by. And it's only 11.14. I still have a whole day ahead of me. For doing nothing.

I miss you.

Soon, I will cram a calendar into my uterus. Or fallopian tubes. Or maybe all the way up into Ovaryland.

Just so it knows when to fuck with me and when to just behave like a normal organ.


Do you think a Hello Kitty calendar would work or would Bizarro really get the point across?

My new shirt is here! How awesome is that????

This shirt is now on its way to my house. I purchased this shirt because I am in desperate need of CUTE t-shirts to wear that the whole world hasn't seen a million times already.

What good is this thing when i can't talk about any of the important stuff?

My boss asked Jacob and I the other day to consider which of us wanted to be trained in as 'senior'. The 'senior' gets to learn how to do the daily report, gets the code to the security system and access to the safe. In addition to all these perks, they get to come in early and stay late on days when management isn't available. All for the same pay we're already getting.

So fuck that. I don't need more stress. I don't want more responsibility that I'm already taking on because I know what that means in this company: squat. I took on the position I'm in while getting the raise I was supposed to get for pushing buttons, answering the phone and being a gopher. At the time, I asked for a raise and was told that after three months, it would be a possibility. Now i'm getting laughed at every time I mention it. Shitty. That's what "corporate" means. The higher-ups talk about how they know what we're up against and how they appreciate the hard work. I bet they do. They make $70k and more every year compared to my $13k. 13 thousand dollars. A year. If I'm lucky.



In other news, I am completely at a loss.

What comes next when you don't know what to say? I don't even know if I'm supposed to say anything or just wait it out.

Yesterday, a beer exploded on the floor and while I was cleaning it up, I realized our house is most definitely not baby-safe. So, that's my new goal over the next few months: make the house baby-safe. I can't get rid of everything that's not for babies but I think we should start now rather than while I'm pregnant. I don't know much about being pregnant but I do know me... I won't feel like doing anything if I'm busy making another human being. I don't even feel like cleaning when I'm NOT making another human being.

So. I must make a list of things to accomplish before a baby makes its way here.

This could take a while.

Interview questions from Danielle Henderson

1. You have the choice to live anywhere in the world - where will it be and why? I've never been able to answer this question very well. I would love to live in Puerto Vallarta because it's so beautiful and the climate is perfect for me. I like to think that my children would love it as much as I would but I know that's not true. It's rare for children to appreciate things or settings in the same way as their parents might. Anyway.

2. What is your all-time favorite comic book and why?
Squee! I think I love Jhonen Vasquez' work because it IS so very inappropriate. But there's something about the way he writes Squee that makes you want to just snatch the poor little bastard right off the page and hug him.

3. If you could talk to your Grandma one more time, what would you say?
I love you and I'm sorry I never learned how to show it. I think knowing what you went through as my Grandpa's wife made me aware of how much love you should have for the person you give yourself to and how much love you can expect in return.

4. What is the most outrageous thing you've ever done in public?
Outrageous as in 'just plain WRONG?' or outrageous as in 'oh my god, did she just do that?' Because I've done the sex thing in public. And I'm pretty sure that fits both. In my defense (I think), it was done because of a game we invented and I wanted to win. I had no idea that the co-creator (my then-best friend) was such a quitter.

5. You have one day left on earth - how will you spend it? That's a mean question. I think I would write letters to my friends and family and then spend the day with the boy. I can't imagine that calling everyone I know and telling them that it's my last day would really be the way I would want to spend the hours, or the way they'd want remember my last day. I don't know. It's either that or find out where I'm going if I'm not to be on earth.


"If you'd like, I'll interview the first five people to comment and say "interview me".

Edit to Add: OH. It's a MEME. There are RULES.
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."

2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.

3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions."
I don't see a point to rewriting perfectly good rules. They apply, damn you.

I am so ready to have something to post on here.



Bear with me while I wait for something interesting to say.


The boy is out of town till tomorrow night. Work is going to suck ass all day tomorrow. Not only is our boss out of town for his mother's funeral, but our assistant manager is going to be gone all day. Which means she thinks Jacob and I have to be there at ass o'clock. She has another think coming. Anyway. Supposedly, we'll have 4 people working tomorrow till she shows up. I think it's going to be 3. Meh.

I am seriously contemplating either putting my arm in a sling or at least wrapping it around my head a few times. I can reach down with no issue. I can even sit and TYPE without it hurting much. But if I reach for anything waist-height or higher, I am in significant pain. I thought about mowing today but that seems out of the question. I'll save it for tomorrow when my arm will either be magically healed (like it usually is after something like this occurs... it's more frequent than one would think) or I WILL have to put it in a sling after mowing and then I won't really have to work on Friday. Which will be nice. Because I detest Fridays. They're weird and uncomfortable and my husband will be far far away.

Saturday is nicoleandcareyhangoutandberetarded-day. I am uber stoked about that. I feel silly telling her that I miss hanging out with her and seeing her on a regular basis but it's true so she should know it.

Fuck. I just HAD to reach for the mouse. I think there's a bit of bone or tendon or whatever inhabits the shoulder region being pinched viciously every time I move it. Oh my. The beauty that is alt-tab will never truly be known unless you also have a crappy shoulder.

it's 2:22! make a wish!!!!

There's a tomato in my yard. I planted a couple of tomato plants a week or so ago with a retarded idea that I'd remember to buy cages for them and feed them and whatnot. I was going to have glorious tomatos to make sauce with, etc.

Subconsciously, I think I knew that what I was really doing was offering a sacrifice to the Squirrel Gods. They eat everything, I'm convinced. They flock to anything new I plant and dig it up. Repeatedly.

But now there's a red tomato out there and I'm not sure what to do. I don't remember what kind of tomato it is. I don't think it'll get any bigger. It's red already so that means... it's ripe? Ripening? Ashamed to be in my yard?

I don't even like tomatos. I don't know what I was thinking.