Bummer

First, in answer to a question on my last blog, no Jack did not show up on my doorstep after the bachelor party. He did call me, and wake me up, somewhere around 3 am.. And Chloe, when you call 'em, you call 'em. If I had to guess, I would say he was somewhere between shitfaced and semi-concious. Sounded like that blog Mike wrote from Elliot's closet. Well, except for the puking. He wasn't much better in the office. He wasn't silly, but boy was he hungover.......................Snicker........Snicker....

On another subject, altogether. My sister called me tonight. Seems my neice Ellen has discovered Santa is not real. To really appreciate this, however, you need to know that my neice turns 13 in February. Lynn and her husband have practically been killing themselves to stay one step ahead of her, and to make sure that she believes enough that the disbelief of others didn't overly bother her. You wouldn't believe some of the stunts they have pulled over the years. For Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Birthday Fairy (family tradition of ours). Like one year Lynn made this box with a footprint stencil in the lid. She glued pantyhose fabric in place over the opening and then filled the box with a combination of powder and body glitter (this has just stuck in my mind since I witnessed it, I have no idea how she came up with the idea). I was still living at home then, so I'm guessing I was 15 to 17, somewhere in there. Anyway, when her oldest fell asleep we footprinted the area from the fireplace to the tree and to the cookies. Took us a while to get the hang of it. Had to vacuum up the first few attempts. Well, that was for their oldest and she's been doing stuff like that for all of them. Ellen is their youngest and I guess they were trying to keep it going as long as possible......Kinda' sad to know next Christmas we won't be putting out carrots for the reindeer, at her house anyway...Now my nieces will have to pick up where we left off.

I wish them luck.......Maybe someday, I'll get to play Santa....for my own kids. Weirder things have happened.

Nothing much happened at work. I'm supposed to go out with the guys from work on New Years Eve. Le Shaun and Nicky are making the arrangements, so it'll probably be karaoke. I'll be good this time......and if not......I'm going to sing "When I think about you I touch Myself" or "Like a Virgin". Right now both would be appropriate....Damn, I gotta quit typing everything I think.

There are a couple of blogs I have run across recently that I just have to point out to you. Betty on the Beach (too funny, she will say anything), Overworked and Underf****d (another very funny blog, be brave, go past the pictures, read it, read the comments they are priceless), and Love Me Love My Caribou (don't ask, I haven't, funny, insightful, good person).

On a side note, I am curious, do any of you use "Hello" for you pictures? If so, do you use it for chat as well? When I'm having an insomnia attack I was wondering if any of you would be interested in chatting. Let me know. The past few days I have fallen asleep almost immediately upon going to bed, but it never lasts.......Seems to come and go in cycles. That's all for now, fellow bloggers. Thanks for visiting and keep on blogging. Lotsa' love.

Oh, what a night...

Today dragged......Too much excitement and too little sleep recently, I suppose. Tiffany, Ricky, and Joseph(a part time tour guide) were all out sick today. Seems the croup, or some-other equally icky bug, is going around. They all called in hacking and snorting. Anyway, Wonder Woman to the rescue. Can you guess who handled all but one tour today?..........First guess doesn't count.......Yep, that's right. Me. I don't know what posessed me to where the three inch heels today(wanted Jack to drool over my legs). Oops, did I type that?

Needless to say, I promptly slung those hateful heels to the back of the closet when I got home tonight. My dogs aren't barking, they are too sore and tired. Good Lord, I never realized how big that damn museum is, before. On the plus side, I felt completely justified in skipping my Pilates class tonight. I don't really enjoy it anyway. I want to find someplace to practice Tai Chi. I used to really enjoy that, there was always someone-else in the Army that did it...

No Jack tonight. He has a bachelor party tonight. I can only hope that when the strippers are twirling their pasties in his face that he thinks of me, and immediately feels so guilty that any previous excitement that he might have been experiencing quickly fades away. "No dear, while your chimichangas are quite grande, I , unfortunately, can think of no one but Faye....Sob...Please, remove them from my face, and yourself from my lap.....Thank you..."

It could happen...;)

Well, it could!

Meanwhile, I have a very serious whine to get out of my system. IT IS SO TOTALLY UNFAIR, THAT WHEN I AM STUCK AT HOME, ALONE, SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS ARE OFF, GALAVANTING AROUND.

I.E. Shadow of a Joke, please come back. Axe, January 3 is too far away. Thomas, that flight needs to be over. There are others, but, well really. You all just need to come back and chase my boredom away. You are great for that. No matter what my day has been like. Good, bad, indifferent. It doesn't matter. I read your blogs and I smile, gasp, blush, gasp again, smile, laugh, cry, laugh some more, stumble across naked pictures and blush again. Anyway, the point is you bring great joy to my life. Regardless of whatever the rest of my day may have been like.
Dear Lord help me if Bobby, Mikey, Alex, Chloe and the rest decide to go on a vacation or something. I'm so addicted to this blogging thing now, that I would probably get the shakes.

I'm going to take another peak around the blogs and read some more of "the Picture of Dorian Grey".

Phones ringing.

Hi

Hello, fellow bloggers. I'm tempted to meander along about my day and tell you nothing about Jack's visit, but I think Displaced would hunt me down. ;)

By the time Jack arrived it must have been a quarter to twelve. I can't believe he was willing to come over that late on a work night. And I know this next part will sound cynical, but I really can't believe he just drove over with no guarantee of "benefits". But he did. And he brought pizza, the good kind, not Domino's. Please don't gang up on me Domino's fans, it's just not my cup of tea.

We talked, ate pizza, drank raspberry wine, and talked more. Until the wee small hours. It wasn't a grope-fest, so no really juicey details for you. We did kiss a few times and I will not attempt to describe them......

Work is, well work. We are an office full of loonies. Nicky is in a funk today because his friend isn't returning his calls. Tiffany isn't quite so postal anymore. Le Shaun paid me my second installment on the bet. He said they are going to have karaoke at the office New Years party. And snickered. I am going nowhere near the mike on that night, for certain.

Gotta go. Delaney has called on the phone.

Oh, yeah, Jack is supposed to stop by tonight, if he can. ;)

Whew!!

Wow! It is so hard to find time to read all the blogs I love and find time to write my own, expecially over the holidays! ;) Sorry, I've been out of the loop so long. I'll try to remember everything of importance from the last few days.

We'll start with Friday. It was cold....I didn't want to be at work. Still having trouble dealing with the idea of my dept. head as a romantic interest. If only he weren't so interesting..Ha..Ha.. Anyway, Jack finally came back from whatever family emergency he had been dealing with. No-one knows and I haven't the guts to ask.
Tiffany is hormonally challenged today. Hide the chocolate and head for the hills. Women and children first.
Le Shaun made the mistake of using her computer to check an interoffice memo, while she was out of the room. Oooh, it was ugly. .....Like she hasn't just plopped down on his, or my, computer before. Had no idea she could be so territorial. Everything tried it's hardest to bah humbug us today. Lost memos, misplaced orders for the gift shop, you name it. Must be a bunch of gremlins on the loose in New York.

About 11:00, Jack asked if I would like to go to lunch with him. I really did have to turn him down this time...And I didn't want to. But there was just too much chaos to be dealt with, and I so was not doing overtime. Not on the holidays. Been there, done that, got the footprints permanently imprinted into my skin from it. No way....But I explained, nicely, that I had too many fires to put out before I could go anywhere. He smiled and said, "This time I'll let you off easy."

I'm going to gloss over the rest of the day. It was just endless and I already had to live it once. Around 4:30 Jack popped back into my office. Wish I could just wander the halls on a whim.. Then he seated himself on my desk.....and turned off my monitor. I was doing paperwork, but what he doesn't know.....

"How about dinner? You aren't planning on spending the night here, are you? Because if you are, I, as your supervisor, must point out to you that you are not authorized any overtime tonight." He was grinning as he spoutted that. Probably because salaried employees do not receive overtime compensation. I digress.

So, I did the only reasonable thing to do. I said pick me up at seven. And since I want to dress up a bit, make it somewhere nice......

I'm so glad he couldn't tell how cold my hands were, from nerves.

Dinner was wonderful. A couple of cocktails helped me get over my nerves, a bit. He is just too cute, too smooth, too sure of himself. I'm missing the defect. Other than work, I mean. I know it's there. He is too good to be true. Why hasn't someone already snatched him up?...

After dinner we window shopped for a while. The Christmas window displays in New York are not to be missed. Then he took me home and handed me a present. It was a prepaid cell phone....Jack told me he knew first-hand how frustrating family visits could be..so, if I needed someone to vent to , please call him. Anytime. Green eyes and thoughtful. I really hope I figure out what is wrong with him before I'm in too deep.

Christmas with my family was amazing. Amazingly loud. Amazingly messy. Amazingly chaotic. Just amazing. My newest Grandneice was there. God how weird is that statement. I'm in my 30's not my 70's.
But my sisters are much older than me, and their offspring are in their 20's. Sheesh. It was weird, but nice.
I like all the significant others. Especially Igorovich. My niece, Elizabeth, is living with a young man, whose family immigrated from Russia about a decade ago. How cool is that? He is so funny. And smart. Where did they hide the guys like him when I was in college?

I only called Jack once, to wish him a Merry Christmas.

I'm debating calling him, now. I'm home. There's his phone.........It was an awfully sweet gift...

Before I give in to that impulse, I have a couple of other things I want to type.

1. To all my new blogging friends: Bobby, Alex, Mikey, Chloe, Shadow, Axe, Thomas, Munch, Carolyn, Olivia, the Captain,Geoffrey,Displaced, V'Do, and anyone-else I may have left out: your blogs have brought great joy to my life. Laughter, tears, smiles, moments of thought and reflection, moments of awe. Thankyou all, so much.

2. To my friends in Iraq, may God watch over you and keep you safe, since I can not. My thoughts and prayers are always with you.

3. To Delaney, you are a gift God sent into my life when I was 12, and I will always be thankful for that. I hope all your dreams come to fruition this coming year.

4. Merry belated Christmas to all. And a happy and prosperous New Year. I love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still disjointed

Sorry that last post was so late. I had saved it as a draft by accident.

Work hasn't been so bad. The first day Jack invited me to lunch, but I declined saying I had to work through my lunch hour. I admit it, it was just because I'm not sure what I want to do, yet. When I came back to office from the archives, there was a deli sandwhich and a lilly on my desk. Since then I really haven't had to make up a reason to avoid him. He had to leave town until Thursday. Some family thing.

I'll be driving to my parents on Saturday. I'm actually looking forward to the drive. :)

Type more later.

The Party

Before I get in to what happened at the party, J.T. has demanded that I clear his good name. He never set me up with "Todd". Okay, yes he did, but Todd was not who showed up for the date. That was Todd's cousin Brian. Apparently Todd landed a hot date with a lady he has been pursuing for quite a while. So, he asked Brian to step in. To my misfortune, he stressed to Brian how truly desperate I was for a date, for the Christmas Party. Brian decided it would be great fun to test exactly how needful I might be.

I have received flowers and apologies from all involved parties. Well, not J.T., but he really wasn't at fault. Guess it's a good thing I didn't say anything too horrible to him. But alas, explanations and apologies not withstanding. I attended the Christmas party solo. Not such a stigmatic thing. Plenty of people came alone.
Even some of the married people. Guess their spouses think we are boring. :)

Now, where to start. Tiffany and I met up outside the party and went in together. She decided to come single in support of me, I think. We went in and mingled. Nibbled at appetizers. Laughed at some good and some not so good jokes. Then I saw Jack. More appropriately, I turned to call out to a friend and almost threw myself into his arms. Sometimes it would be nice to have the ability to see behind you....

They announced dinner then. Loudly too. Why are those mikes always so loud? Of course, we were seated in clumps, by departments. Tiffany and I and our two empty chairs were seated with Jack, his date, Le Shaun, and his date. In an aside, I think Le Shaun's companion was the most muscularly large gentleman I have ever seen! Le Shaun introduced his date, Alec, to us. He is an accountant. Jack, then introduced his companion. Her name is Jessica, she is some sort of lawyer, and is disgustingly exquisite. Her hair was up in some intricate, second cousing to a french roll. All golden and silky. Her skin was like alabaster. She must never go out in the daylight. She was also tall and willowy. I really wanted to hate her.....petty.....childish....I know. But there it is. There he sat looking all gorgeous in his dinner jacket. Sleek dark brown hair. Eyes the color of peridots. Sinfully long dark lashes. (Why does God waste lashes like that on men?) There she sat next to him. Barbie, but better.........I really wanted to dislike her.

I couldn't though. Jessica was very nice. She was friendly and warm. She was genuinely interested in the conversation.....I found myself looking for something to dislike about her....Did she have an annoying laugh?....No.....Was she a vamp?...No....Did she a have a uni-brow or hairy lips?.....No.

Just when I was about to order something stronger to drink, Jack informed us that he and Jessica had been best friends since second grade......Best friends?....You know, I knew I liked her.....Am I pathetic or what?

The evening progressed. We talked. We danced. Jack asked me to dance. I was a nervous wreck and trying not to be obvious about it. While he was guiding me around the floor, he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You are beautiful, when your jealous."

Ha. Ha......Jealous?....Who me?.....Who am I kidding?.....Not him, that's for certain!

"She is no threat to you." he breathed.

I have to admit my brain wasn't functioning well at that point. Between the dancing and him whispering in my ear, I was sort of goosepimply and breathless.....That is such a lame description of how I was feeling, but I was shivering, I did break out with goosebumps, and I certainly was having difficulty drawing a full breath...There still was this thin, small voice telling me this was a BAD idea. I was having trouble hearing it, but it was there.

In hindsight, wearing a nearly backless dress was probably a bad idea. I had no idea a man lightly caressing your back as you danced could be so erotic.....Sorry, I shivered just remembering it. The dance lasted too long and ended too quickly. He sedately walked me back to the table. So blaise'....Obviously his internal organs hadn't all melted like hot butter.

The rest of the evening passed in a fog for me. I didn't really become aware of my surroundings again until I was waiting outside for a cab. Tiffany and I were sharing. The grilling commenced as soon as our cab pulled up. She was highly dissapointed by my answers. I couldn't focus on anything but the memory of his hand, those eyes, and whatever that incredible cologne was that he was wearing. I don't know how I'll handle work on Monday. Obviously my hormones are out of control.

Type more at you later, fellow bloggers.

No Way, No How

In desperation I have agreed to be fixed up, by J.T., for my office Christmas Party. We met this afternoon, briefly, thinking that would give us a low pressure, chance to get to know each other....

I am just going to skip this pary. What was J.T. thinking? And just let me go on the record, I don't care how big someone's feet are. If their shoe size is greater than their I.Q., I am not interested. Shoe size was the only thing I think this guy had going for him. Okay, let me be fair. He wasn't hideous. He was....okay...looking. He's one of J.T's Army buddies, so he was in pretty good shape. But, and I mean but, he talked to my cleavage. Right until I walked out on him. And everything was babe this and dude that. And like you know, dude......He didn't like to read. Couldn't talk about books. T.V. show he most likes is "Extreme Video" , I think that's what he said. Something about video clips of catastrophic accidents and hold-ups gone bad. They have a T.V. show about that?
He has only finished high school. In and of itself, no big deal. But Todd, that's his name by the way, didn't hesitate to let me know he considered college a waste of prime time. ?????

I had to ask what he meant by that. Todd defined Prime Time as "the years between 18 and 30. When guys are primarly wanting to drink, party, surf, and f#@*." .....Yes, he actually said that.... To me......To my breasts, really. Let me tell you, I was just all kinds of impressed with his wit. He should be thankful I am no longer carrying a M-16 or a grenade launcher. Oh, did he deserve a grenade launcher......

But, I am desperate, so I gave him another chance at conversation. I asked what his plans for the future are. You know, are you going to go to college when your out of the Army? That sort of thing. His answer would have been less surprising if he were younger. He is 30. Todd said he doesn't stress about the future. " Whatever happens, happens. You know?"

Then it was Todd's turn for a question, because I was stumped. He asked me two questions.

"So, are they real?" and "You don't, like, have any, you know, problems with putting out on the first date, do you?".....

The most words he had strung together, the whole time, and that is what he wasted them on.

Apparently, he believed that since J.T. and I are such good buddies, I must put out. He's lucky I just walked out instead of slugging him. I wanted to slug him. I still want to slug him. So I came home. And there's his stupid cell phone number on my caller I.D.. And a message on my service asking why I Bitched out like that.

Please Lord, don't ever let him find someone stupid enough to reproduce with him.

How can J.T. and this jerk be buddies? Maybe I should slug J.T., too. For even thinking of Todd in the first place. Guess it's down to two choices. Go to the party by myself or skip the party (and catch hell from everyone at work). My pride is really getting in my way on this one. I don't want Jack to think he has me completely rattled......AARRGH! I just read that. How highschool did that read to you?

I'm going to go fix dinner and see if I can catch "Danny Phantom" or "Criminal Intent". Something decent.

Hey Fairy Godmother, you can start waving your wand anytime now!

Karaoke Part 2

Lunch break, so I'm sneaking in some blogging time. Thank God for Lean Pockets!

First, let me say, those dweebs, Le Shaun and Nicky handed me one hundred dollars this morning. I guess they thought since it was in a Christmas card I wouldn't notice it was a hundred short. When I asked if that was the first installment they pretended to misunderstand that they each bet one hundred dollars. I gave them "the LOOK". Thank the Lord I inherited that particular talent from my mother. They admitted they remembered. I'm to receive the next installment after Christmas. I am not mean hearted. I know their bar bills are particularly high this time of year. :)

Second, some things happened on Karaoke night that I didn't include in the previous blog. They didn't fit the mood and I wasn't sure I was even willing to admit they happened. But, here goes. By the way, I feel the moral of the evening was vanity always pays a price.

When I came off stage. Full of myself I admit.....Jack kissed me. Nah....that's like saying the Titanic was a dinghy........Okay, he helped me down from the stage. Instead of letting me go, he laid one on me that I still have trouble believing really happened. I went boneless before the kiss ended. I never really understood that phrase before. Now, oh boy do I....Then when I could stand on my own again, he whispered something in my ear as he let me go.

"Don't expect a man to keep his distance after deliberately teasing him like that."

I still haven't totally figured that statement out yet. Did he think that whole performance was solely for his benefit?...He wasn't the man I pulled on stage.....I did make eye contact with him...A couple of times, maybe....Oh good grief, whas part of that display on stage for him? . . .I don't think I flirted with him, anymore than I flirted with anyone-else....Maybe..And before you ask, I do not drink more than one or two anything. I can't stand the thought of being out of control. I'm usually designated driver or taxi fetcher.

I mean sure I find Jack attractive. He is very good looking a woman would have to be blind to not appreciate that. I'm racking my iddy-biddy brain here. I really don't think I did anything to make him aware that I do think he is attractive. So much for my vaunted professionalism. Tiffany and the guys have been quietly grilling me every chance they get. "How long has this been going on?" "Girl, why didn't you tell, ME?" That kind of stuff.
I don't know what to tell them. Hell, I'm not even sure what happened. I don't think I'll be slinking on any stages anytime soon though.

You want to know what is really weird? He's acting like nothing happened! He's completely calm, cool, and collected. And the last time he called me to his office to correct some scheduling problem, I completely lost the train of the conversation....I was watching his mouth. This is exactly what I do not need. Did I tell you his eyes are green? How does a girl defend herself against green eyes?

Shit! Tiffany's beating on the door. I gotta' go.

I've been tagged....

Okay.......Here's my list.

1. Talking to friends, either on the phone or by I.M.
2. Baking........I love to cook and bake.
3. Cartoons and comic books. (the Toys R Us theme song is playing right now)
4. Full body, voluptous, scented oil, silk sheets, candles burning, MASSAGE. Oh yeah.....right there....ooohhh...
5. Walking along the beach and collecting sea shells.

* Bonus pleasure. Reading all of your blogs. :)

Sorry

Sorry, I didn't realize how long it had been since I last blogged. Between work, shopping, wrapping presents, baking cookies, church, and unexpected holiday get-to-gethers(with friends), the only time I've been near a computer I have had time to read and comment and the fell asleep on the keyboard. LOL :)

Thank you all for you comments on my lyrics. Mike and Munch inspired me.

By the way, Shadow, I finally found out why you asked for a translation of "Happiness". I had no idea that I had posted it in Webdings! I intend to repost it in English, as soon as possible. There are things that I want to tell you all, that will make no sense without first reading that blog.

I went Karaokeing (yes, I'm certain I slaughtered that spelling), with friends from work, last weekend. Tiffany, Le Shaun, Nicky, Patrick, Olivia, Petra, Mrs. Baker, Duane, and Jack. Yes, I said Jack. It was sort of an inpromptu office night out. To let off steam I guess. Anyway, Le Shaun and Nicky were teasing me mercilessly. They claimed to be of the opinion that "little white girls" don't know how to really sing. We just sort of screach, shreak, moan, and hum. I told them to leave my sex life out of the discussion!.. Then, I asked what made them think I couldn't sing?

They let it out that they had a bet that I would be too uptight to really let loose and belt one out. Plus, they had apparently overheard me singing along to Jagger when I was parking the car one day. My opinion is that how one sounds when singing "Jumping Jack Flash" should not be held against them. Especially if you usually sing soprano. Did I tell those smug little dweebs that I was in the choir my entire highschool career, or that I sing in the choir at church now? NO!!! I asked how much they were betting. 20$ Please.....I told them they were cowards and to put their money where they mouth was. 100$ or nothing...Suckers..........

After the sweet little twits agreed to the bet, we laid out the terms. I had to get a standing ovation from at leat half the drunken merry makers around us. Axe, if you had been there with me, we would have slayed them! You have to reserve a slot at this place, that many people want their chance at the spotlight. I reserved mine for
11:00 and 11:05. I figured a double whammy would do the job. Meanwhile Tiffany had debuted on stage with "I'm Getting Nothing for Christmas" Very cute. Later the Dweebs sang "Unchained Melody". Please chain it back up in the dungeon. Drunk guys should avoid that song at all costs. Even sober people have trouble doing that song justice!

We'll skip ahead a bit, except to tell you that Jack can sing. Wow, who knew? ....

It was my turn. Yeah! So I decided to bring out the big guns for outrageous, sexually charged music. I figured if the men gave me a standing ovation, that was half the room.. My first song was "Material Girl". That was my warning shot. You should have seen their faces!!! I batted my eyelashes, I sashayed, I pulled someguy on stage by his tie and danced for him alone, then pushed him back to his friends. I was shameless. I was brazen.
It was great....I guess I should tell you the announcer had told everyone that I would be performming two songs and to hold all applause. They didn't. There was clapping and whistling. That's okay, I needed time to make sure the next song cued up correctly. It did. And I had them. I crooned "Santa Baby" like I was ready to unwrap Mr. Claus. I only wish there could have been a piano on the little stage. Since I was going so over the top, I would have loved to sing that song while stretching and posing on top of a grand piano.

I got my standing ovation. From almost the whole club. I did notice Le Shaun and Nicky were not applauding me. Ah well, there's no pleasing everyone.

Gotta go. The bossman is bellowing. Type at you later.

Another Christmas Diddy

Jingle Bells

Dashing thru the stores
Shoving thru the fray
Shopping we will go
"Charging" all the way.

Bells on doorways ring
Announcing we are there
"Charge it!" we all sing
We haven't got a care.

Jingle bells, shopping's swell
Spending all our pay
But, we don't have to pay for it
'Til after Christmas day.

Fighting to the front
With a half ripped off pant leg
Gotta get that doll
The one called Little Meg.

Clawmarks on my arm
An elbow in my face
Fighting tooth and nail
Just to leave this place.

Jingle bells, shopping's hell
But, I got that doll
Oh, what fun it is to shop
This Christmas at the mall!!

Ode to Mike on a Jersey Beach ( or Don't Let it Snow)

ODE TO MIKE, ON A JERSEY BEACH
(Don't Let It Snow)

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the beach is so delightful.
And since I've nowhere to go,
Don't let it snow, let it snow,
Let it snow.

Munch left me, went bar hopping,
Without looking back, or stopping.
The temperature dropped down low.
Don't let it snow, let it snow,
Let it snow.

When he finally gets back here,
My foot's going up his rear.
By then I won't really care.
I've lost feeling everywhere!

My ire is quickly rising.
My friend, is that so surprising?
That bastard even took my shoes!
My toes have long since turned blue!

Why can't he take a joke?
His, funnybone must be broke.
Would serve him right, if I die.
Paperwork, piled to the sky!

Munch left me without stopping.
Just took off went bar-hopping.
My nose has begun to glow.
Don't let it snow, let it snow,
Please God,
Don't let it snow!

Innocent Blog Readers Beware

While innocently reading someone's, who shall remain nameless, blog I was slapped by a penguin. So let that be a lesson to all of us poking around these blogs. It's all fun and games until a penguin does the smack down on you.

So here is my list.

Faults
1. When I am drawing, the rest of the world could blow up and I would be clueless.
2. Recently, I am spending too much time at the computor.
3. I am a chocoholic.
4. Sometimes, I speak before I think. Diarrhea of the mouth.
5. I have no real urge to take root.

Facts

1. I have two sisters who are 13 and 12 years older than me. My oldest neice is closer in age to me.

2. I have a birthmark shaped like a shamrock on my right thigh.

3. I love to read, anything well written. Even text books. Some of my friends are surprised that I did not become a librarian.

4. I have a collection of superheroes that I designed, when I still was aiming for being an illustrator.

5. I love watching BBC America. Especially "Trading Spaces" and "Cash in the Attic".
I used to watch "Mile High", but I missed a few and now I'm lost.

6. My favorite T.V. show, other than Criminal Intent, is American Gothic. I cried real tears when that went off the air. X-Files would be next in line.

7. I hate it when guys talk to your chest instead of your face.

8. I love to role play. My all time favorite RPG's were Call of Cthulu.

9. My favorite way to unwind is to drive, with windows down, listening to classic rock.
Kinda expensive right now.

10. I love my family. Family is very important to me.


Allright, If there is anyone left untagged. Dammit, you just got slapped by a penguin, too. Now you are IT.

My friend Zoe. Ben refuses to sit for me. 

How I feel today. 

My favorite FBI agent. 

Happiness

Isn't it odd the things that just make you wanna do a happy dance?

Drove the car today. It purred and thanked me. Was enjoying myself, just driving. Had to roll down the
window, to feel my hair blowing. Had to crank the heat to, but don't kill my moment. And then to ice the cake, David Bowie came on the radio. "Major Tom". Nice. Even nicer, Sting was on next with "Fortress Around Your Heart". Then Ozzie was on doing, "Mama, I'm Coming Home". Joygasm.
Practically skipped from the parking garage to work.

My favorite pretzel vendor was out braving the cold. He says, "This, this is not cold. What do you know
from cold? When I was your age............" I love him. He offered me a free pretzel if I would give a kiss to an old man.

Who am I to refuse? I kissed his cheek and hugged him. Later, he'll probably find the 20$ I slipped in his apron. He's too sweet.

Another great thing about today, it's dress down day for me. My favorite, softest jeans. My favorite
Wonder Woman t-shirt. And a ponytail. Today rocks. No tour group. Just inventory and paperwork.
And looking through the attic archives for some inspiration.

By the way, fellow bloggers, you all were very naughty this morning. After reading Detective Goren's
Blog, I was desperately needing chocolate. And Tiffany has hidden her stash from me, again. Not to worry, I will find it. : )

Getting my lunch break at a computor is helping to sneak this blogging in. Tiffany has the "Groupies" today. So, I'm all alone. Gonna try to sneak in a couple of pictures later.

Talked to Jack*, last night before leaving work. He summoned me to his office. "Insert sinister music of choice here." After I was seated, he calmly informed me that he had waited 1 1/2 years to get into our department. ...

Okay, where's this going?

"Do you know why?"

I'm shaking my head at this point. Puzzled. Am I about to be transferred?

Then he says, " 1 1/2 years ago you gave a presentation, I attended."

Okay, I became really nervous then.

"I have waited 1 1/2 years for the oppurtunity to work, closely, with you. I can be patient for a bit more.......That's all. Don't say anything. Just think about what I've said. ... Now , you had better get back to work."

That was it. EEEEKKKK!!! I mean it's flattering, but this is my career. You know what, I'm going to change the subject before my happiness level drops.

Heard from my friends Ben and Zoe, last night. They live in Vegas. Must be cool, huh? He's a cop and she is a free lance photographer. I've only known Zoe a couple of years, but I love her. She's so great for Ben. Ben and I met when I was still in the Army. He was in the Navy. A Seal. Another one of the wonderful people service to this country allowed me to meet. But, by the time he got out, he was kind of too serious. Most of his fun seemed used up. Well, let me tell you, Zoe has fixed that.
For their honeymoon she gave him a trip. Listen to this itinerary. First they went to Graceland. Second, to Area 51. Third, to Stonehenge. And last but not least, a by boat tour of the Bermuda Triangle that ends with you staying on some island for a week. She said it was marketed as an "X-Files" tour package. I didn't even know there was such a thing! : ) Where did my point go, I had one........Oh yeah, they are expecting. She is exactly 8 weeks pregnant. Congrats, mi amigos.

I have looked online. I have yet to find an X'Files tour package. If any of you stumble across one, let me know. Zoe said it was like a special at their local travel agent. If Agent Mulder is included with the tour, I'm there. "Lotsa panting and drooling."

Type more at you later. Keep blogging. : )

Wierd Day

Sorry about all the pictures. Wasn't on a vanity trip. I was trying to figure out how to control where the pictures end up. Didn't seem fair to use someone-elses pictures. Obviously have not discovered the secret of picture placement yet. I'll use artwork the next time I try.

Bit the bullet yesterday afternoon. I told *"Jack", my department head, that I am not comfortable with dating someone that I work with. (*name changed to avoid ticking anyone off)

He didn't scream. There was no ugly scene. I'm not fired.

He smiled. Okay, that made me nervous. He smiled and just walked out the door.
On his way out he tossed the comment, " We'll discuss this later."

Needless to say, my concentration has been crap since then. It was all I could do to focus on
the "Red Hat" society group that I was shepherding that afternoon. One blue-haired sweety offered me some herbal supplement that supposed to help your memory and concentration.

Here's hoping honesty was the best policy. J.T. offered to be my knight in shining armor. He said he would pretend to be my boyfriend, as long as he did'nt have to kiss me. Said it would be like kissing his sister. I told him it didn't matter anyway, His tour won't be up in time and he's already had his leave. He's reenlisting again, tomorrow. He's doing the career Army thing. God love him.

Where was I? Oh yeah, concentration. See what I mean?

Tiffany's shrieking for me. Better go. God bless and keep you all.