Faye

Hello again

2006-02-27T16:47:00.000-05:00

I know, at this point, you all probably don't even check to see if I'm around..Not that I blame you. This month has flown by, and I don't feel as if I've anything to show for it. Other than a 13 year old!!!!!!!! Eek, I'm not old enough to have one of those, am I?....

Just wanted to let you all know that I miss you, too. And I think of you often. My hubby will be home on leave soon. I can't wait. Maybe that will give me a little boost, ya know. A little more enthusiasm in life. To all of you who've e-mailed me, thank you. I love e-mail!

Try to get back later, have to go fix dinner now. God bless you all!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Hello, my friends

2006-02-03T09:45:00.000-05:00

No, Gangster, the sickness didn't kill me......I just lost some of my enthusiasm for blogging. That and I have been in the midst of redecorating my, soon to be, 13 year olds room. Talk about a workout. I don't know how those shows on TV do it in a weekend. I' m still waiting for some of the furniture to be delivered. Still haven't found a desk, that is both the right size and attractive. Please be patient just a little longer. I miss you all, as well. :)

Hate being sick

2006-01-12T23:27:00.000-05:00

Hello, true believers. Yeah, I'm jonesing for a comic book......I hate being sick. Don't know what it is I caught, but I hope it escapes soon. You won't believe how I found out I was sick......I went to donate blood at our church's Red Cross drive. You know, there is this screening process: read the information, fill out bizarre form, double check when you were in which countries, then get mini physical. Blood pressure, blood iron test, and thermometer insertion.......I got turned down.......Because I was running a fever.....A fever? I felt fine. Actually, I felt pretty damn good. Had been running errands and full of vim and vigor all day. A fever?

"Take my temp. again, please." I said this in disbelief. I mean this was a perfect kind of day........except that when I went to pick my youngest up from pre-k, I couldn't figure out why I was so hungry..I remembered fixing myself lunch...Didn't I eat it?....I didn't eat it, did I?....Why couldn't I remember?

"Alright, here we go. Nope, sorry sweetie, but you are definitely running a fever. Do you feel okay?"

Hell no!....Right now I feel like I'm in some weird Sci-Fi flick where everyone around me is going to start bleeding from all their orifices, or something equally icky.....Don't panic. There is some perfectly rational reason why you are fevered.....I know, I must be ovulating. Doesn't your temp. go up then? Whoa...stood up to fast. Keep it together, don't act like the floor is tilting worse than a ship being tossed about by a couple of drunk whales......Oh....okay, that's better....The ground isn't moving anymore. ......

Smile....remember to pick up your purse.....Kids, gotta get the kids....They are at the playground, yeah...at the playground.

Little one is crying. She didn't want me to give blood. But now that I'm reassuring her I didn't donate any blood she is worried about all the poor sick people who needed some of my blood.....:) Sometimes you just can't win.

So we get in the car, it's a Pontiac Aztec, and go to pick up dinner, it is kinda late to cook and suddenly I feel like it's an oven outside....Now, I'm in Georgia, but it was only 76degrees. After picking up McDonald's, you fellow parents can all scream at me later, we arrived home. I remember telling my oldest to feed the fish in the pond.....I know I read a story to the little one(she told me later) and tucked her into bed....But I really don't remember much until lunchtime the next day. I need to say Thank you God, for seeing us safely home. And thank you that my oldest is self-sufficient enough to get herself together and apparently me and the youngest too. I know that, because someone drove the baby to school, and it must have been me. I hope her clothes all matched....She will never forgive me if they didn't. :)

So, yesterday when I picked the baby up from school I noticed she really was flushed and wound up. She could not sit still. Or be quiet.....and I knew. Poor little lamb...Today she awoke coughing and burning up with fever....We laid around a lot. Took more medicine than either of us liked....Played memory games and read books, between coughing fits. And watched lots of cartoons....lots of cartoons. Good thing I like cartoons as much as her. :)

The oldest woke us up when she came home from school. She seems okay. No flushed cheeks....No frenetic energy.....Here is hoping. Please God keep her well. She has been such a huge help through this....Please keep her well. Amen.....

On a lighter note, I finally got a chance to read some blogs tonight. Sorry I didn't get to nominate anyone. There are so many of you that deserve recognition for you superior talents. To those of you who bring the fantasy of CI to life for me, I give you
a "Fey Heart" that you may always walk the paths of fantasy and magic as easily as you walk the sidewalk. To Shadow and Axe, you don't need a "Fey Heart", as you obviously already posess one, so I give you my awe and admiration. To Deb and Hannala and Kara and Gangster and Heather and Displaced and everyone else, I give my thanks for posting pictures and comments and collages of your life that have brought me great joy. Gosh there really are too many of you to list,.....you people, my fellow bloggers, are an incredibly inspiring and uplifting bunch. People like Laura keep me up to date on all things political. Geoffrey keeps me smiling. Betty keeps me coming back for more.....Everyday I discover a new favorite blog....It is just amazing the level of creativity out there. And to me, everyone of you who is willing to put this bit of your mind, heart, and soul out there for others to see.....well, you are all worthy of awards.
Thank you all.

Keep on blogging!!!Excelsior!!!

Still Debating

2006-01-09T10:56:00.000-05:00

I'm still debating where to go with this whole blogging thing.....My husband really lost his cool over it. Okay, first, I have no idea how many of you he sent nasty e-mails. To all of you, I'm sorry.....I still can't believe that after 12 years of marriage, he thought I might be cyber-sexing someone......Anyway, obviously, we need to reestablish some trust before I can continue. No matter if I keep writing as Faye the "Fictionalized" or Faye the "Domestic Goddess". In the meanwhile, I would like to thank all of you for your support and understanding. Feel free to e-mail me or leave comments. I am still reading blogs. I am still here. I'm just sort of hurting right now........This is one of those times when I wish I was a "Little Mary Sunshine" who could just instantly forgive and forget and move on.

Also, for those of you who have felt the need to wipe your hands of me. I understand....I might not like it, but I understand. My husband told me what he wrote in the e-mails, just not who he sent them to....I have at least a couple of guesses, but I digress. Anyhow, I know that after presenting myself as Faye the "Fictionalized", finding out I was married and a mother must have made me seem like a horrible liar....and I guess I was. "BUT" my husband and I agreed to certain rules, before I began blogging. I was to make my blog life different enough that no one would be able to walk up and say "Hey, I know who you are." My kids were never to be mentioned, as mine. Their real names were never to be used. Or my husbands.
So, there you go. It might not be the greatest excuse, but it's the truth....I was trying to play by the "rules". Now, if I had the time to get to know someone, enough, that I felt they could be trusted with the truth, I was allowed to tell them. At that point, and not before. There are a couple of people I trusted with the truth and I was considering letting someone-else in on the secret, when KABLOOIE, my husband sent out the e-mails of doom. Again, to those that got them. I apologize.

I think that's enough for today. My headache is back. By the way, Uncle Joe is doing great....He really is my Aunt Shirley. What the hell do I need the pretense for anymore, anyway? God Bless you all.

Tagged

2006-01-05T12:00:00.000-05:00

Okay, Uncle Joe is settled for the moment so I'm sneaking blog time.

First: the Rules of the Game

You must write a journal entry listing those weirdnesses you posess~as well as the rules of the game. Then you select 5 people to tag and link their names/blogs in your entry. Go to their journals and leave a comment informing them that they have been tagged by you and to read your journal to see in what way they have been "nailed". Those 5 MUST then write an entry listing their weird habits and tag 5 more suckers.........

5 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I can not share dairy products. Be it a glass of milk or a lick of ice-cream. Gives me the heebie-geebies. Don't know why.

2. I role play. That pretty much got "GEEKY WEIRDO" tattooed across my forehead in highschool.

3. I hate pajamas. I resent having to wear them when I visit relatives. I feel like I'm being swallowed by a giant python when I wear them.

4. I talk to my car. Yes, she understands me. What a good girl.......

5. When I'm watching a really intense movie, my fingernails have been known to mysteriously disappear. I've been told I bite them off.....Doesn't happen everytime, thank you Lord.....Just when I'm alone and really, really enthralled by a movie.

*Bonus Weirdness*
6. I am married with 2 children. Jack is based on my husband. But as he is starting to get jealous of his on-line personna and some of my commentors, I decided to come clean... I thought it would be nice to relive the romance of how we met, in a fictionalized setting........Anyway, I am an art/art history major. Haven't finished the degree yet. Kids and moving every couple of years sort of making getting a degree difficult. We actually met in the Army and I was in the higher ranking position at the time...he says I still am. :) So, I guess my site will be undergoing a bit of a reformat. I like blogging too much to quit. By the way, all of those people in the blog are real. I just changed names and settings. Wanted to insert myself into the CI universe.......Let me know if you want Faye the Fictionalized to continue, with me posting reality elsewhere or what.....Thanx. For your friendship, your support, and hopefully your understanding.......

Okay, Now that I have confirmed my weirdness, it is time for 5 more people to embrace their weirdness and celebrate it!!!!!!!!!

Couldn't get the links to work in her will add to side bar. Sorry.

1. Shadow of a Joke at "Ramblings of an Insane Genius"
2. Gangster of Love at "Musical fruit and other Musings"
3. Thomas at "Slackers with Advanced Degrees"
4. Betty on the Beach at "Betty on the Beach"
5. Overworked and Underf*cked at "Overworked and Underf*cked"

Family Problems

2006-01-03T11:46:00.000-05:00

Hey guys, sorry to say I've got to take a break for like a week. I will still be reading comments but I probably won't have time to post anything. Nothing serious just an older family member needing help after carpal tunnel surgery. So, blog on for me my friends. :)

Links

2006-01-03T01:01:00.000-05:00

Okay, now that I know how to do the damn things I will be adding everyone. Give me some time. It only took me 2 hours to get it right this time. :) So, I'm asking for your patience. If your not linked yet, give me a couple of days I promise you will be linked. ;)

More Fantasy Babes For Mikey to Letch Over

2006-01-03T00:13:00.001-05:00

These are Katerina DeVale, Sasha, and Viviene LaVerde. However, I have always called this drawing, "Oh, Shit!"

2006-01-03T00:13:00.000-05:00

This is Sekmeht. Nuff said.

2006-01-03T00:11:00.000-05:00

This is Fehrahn Tallrock. Centaur dandy extrordinaire!

2006-01-02T23:13:00.000-05:00

Just because Mikey shouldn't have all the fun. This is Lorn, Scion of the First House of Atlantis.

2006-01-02T20:27:00.000-05:00

Axe, this one I dedicate to you. She was one of my D&D characters. But, for some reason when I stumbled across her this week I thought "Lady Axe" .

2006-01-02T20:14:00.000-05:00

Me visiting my parents, last summer. Ignore the get the camera away from me look.

2006-01-02T20:12:00.000-05:00

Portrait I had done for my Parents. Late 90's.

2006-01-02T20:11:00.000-05:00

Christmas 1992. Can you here Vanilla Ice playing in the background? EEKK!

2006-01-02T20:10:00.001-05:00

Christmas 1991.

2006-01-02T20:10:00.000-05:00

Eighteen and home on leave.

2006-01-02T20:09:00.001-05:00

My junior prom.

2006-01-02T20:09:00.000-05:00

My senior portrait.

2006-01-02T20:07:00.000-05:00

I've been told my hair hasn't changed since I was 16. What do you think?

Prospero Ano Nuevo

2006-01-01T15:44:00.000-05:00

Happy 2006! Okay, I know this question will "date" me a bit, but did ya'll party like it's 1999?

Me, neither....I didn't even stick around to watch the ball drop, with my friends...Everything just seemed, I don't know, flat last night. Colorless. Instead of looking ahead, I found myself second guessing every decision I have made in my life. Did I get the right degree?.....Should I have stayed in the Army?.........(that one has a lot of guilt attached to it, I find myself thinking of my friends in Iraq. I think, gosh, you know, I should be there with them. Doesn't matter that I've been out for about a decade.).....A decade, I don't feel like it's been a decade. And I've been alive for over 3 of them......I don't really have much to show for it. Don't have a fat bank account, that's for sure. I like clothes shopping too much. And my car. But I don't own a house. Don't have a dog or a cat (allergies, but I'm on a roll). Don't have a husband. No kids. And what signifigant (hope I spelled that right) contributions to society have I provided. The next cure for cancer will not come from me. I will not sculpt the "Pieta'". I don't think this blog counts as the next great "American" novel. Really, if I disappeared from the Earth right now. All memories of me wiped clean. Would the Earth be any different?

I don't think so.....

You know, when I was in college, I was approached by representatives of the Rosucrusian Order. They asked me to join. Even offered to pay for all my studies. No matter what I wanted to study. They were the most interesting people. They gifted with books. They gifted me with a glimpse into their society and their lives. I'll tell you now. At that point in my life, I was a bit esoteric. Anyway, so I meditated on it. I consulted the Runes, several times. I did dream interpretations. Discussed it with friends. Prayed. Every answer, seemed, to come back the same. It felt like a positive direction when I meditated. The runes hinted at great knowledge and growth. They even hinted at me eventually teaching. Friends said, "Free education and travel around the world? Why are you still here? In a department store?" Prayer left me feeling like it was a positive decision as well. And yet, I didn't. A little voice just kept whispering, if you travel this path there is no turning back.......You will be changed.......

So, I didn't do it. I turned those wonderful people down. ........And now, every so often, I look back and wonder......How would I have changed?......What would I have seen and learned?......Would that have been where I would have made some difference?.........And I pray.
I pray I made the right decision and that I wasn't just chickening out.....I pray that I still get to do that one "good" thing that will leave my imprint on this planet and in someone's heart.

And to you, that one someone out there for me, and me alone. Where-ever you are, who-ever you are, I send my love. When we meet and I see myself reflected in your eyes, I pray I know you are the one and I don't let you slip by, or feel unloved. I will gift you with all the love, I saved just for you. I will gift you with slow, hot, passionate kisses....where our souls slip out and mingle on our breath. I will touch you reverantly as I caress your face and gaze into your eyes. I will wait for you. Don't make me wait too long though. I'd rather not be a withered crone before we touch, somewhere other than my dreams......

And to you, my blogging friends, I pray for all the best for you. Be it in romance, wealth, health, spirituality, direction, or somethingelse entirely. May the peace of God wash over you and may angels cradle you safe. All my love, this new day. This new year. God be with you........

Bummer

2005-12-30T22:12:00.000-05:00

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...

2005-12-28T22:25:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-27T19:24:00.000-05:00

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!!

2005-12-26T21:02:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-20T17:29:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-18T16:15:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-15T18:01:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-15T12:17:00.000-05:00

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....

2005-12-13T11:07:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-12T10:55:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-05T16:56:00.000-05:00

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)

2005-12-05T16:40:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-02T20:59:00.000-05:00

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.

2005-12-02T13:11:00.000-05:00

My friend Zoe. Ben refuses to sit for me.

2005-12-02T13:10:00.000-05:00

How I feel today.

2005-12-02T13:08:00.000-05:00

My favorite FBI agent.

Happiness

2005-12-02T12:12:00.000-05:00

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

2005-12-01T12:25:00.000-05:00

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.

Okay, little help please.

2005-11-29T22:07:00.001-05:00

Finally figured out how to post pictures on this system. Sometimes I'm not the quickest. How do I post a picture next to my name? Any advice on adding art to my blog appreciated.

2005-11-29T22:07:00.000-05:00

A special new clan member.

2005-11-29T22:03:00.000-05:00

Home for the birth of a new great niece. Babies always arrive in the wee small hours.

2005-11-29T22:02:00.000-05:00

Another picture of Army life.

2005-11-29T22:00:00.000-05:00

My new home at Lowry Air Force Base.

2005-11-29T21:59:00.000-05:00

My senior portrait.

Help

2005-11-29T12:50:00.000-05:00

Spoke to Delaney last night. I asked her opinion in the situation at work. Her first piece of advice was rather violent and graphic. I believe she was joking. Her second bit of advice was, I thought, odd. She suggested that perhaps he was nitpicking as an excuse to spend time around me. If so, I pointed out, picking apart my work was hardly scoring brownie points. Needless to say, I promptly discarded both bits of advice.

What is Delaney, friggin clairvoiyant? He asked me to the Christmas party. Good grief!...He's good looking and only slightly older than me, but I just don't think mixing work and play is a good idea. It's not frowned on in our office, well unless your the Director and dating your secretary. They might frown on that. Or laugh and point. Anyway, I find myself in a bit of a fix.

I, suddenly, need a date. Didn't mind going solo before. But if i'm gonna deflect this guys interest without it impacting my job (maybe, maybe not why risk it), I need a date. The problem is all of my male friends, that don't work with us, are in Iraq. Crap!

Maybe I should hire some aspiring actor for the evening. How pathetic. I don't want to start trolling for men. I can't see myself picking someone up on the subway either. : )... Anybody have a cute cousin or best friend they'll loan out for the evening. Preferrably somewhat large and imtimidating. Or at least alpha male material.
Without being a player. Okay, because I would never here the end of that. And what if he decided to save me from myself at that point. ....Growl!!! ...I don't want to make up a fake relationship. But maybe that would work. He doesn't know I'm not dating one of my friends in Iraq, maybe J.T. .

Don't know, all seems so ridiculous. Maybe this a molehill, not a mountain. I'll just bite the bullet and tell him I don't date at work. God, please let that work.

First a correction

2005-11-28T21:31:00.000-05:00

First, a correction. Last night I had a Bahama Mama, not whatever that gibberish I wrote was.

Secondly, to good news. My friend, J.T., called me from Iraq, early this morning. All is well. Mostly they are homesick and board. Anyone wanting to help can make donations to "Operation Entertain Our Troops". I can also get addresses for Holiday care packages, if you are interested.

Thirdly, heard from Delaney today, as well. Apparently having two teenage boys can be a bit of a trial. They really like to see how far they can push her, sometimes. Gotta love 'em. Can't call them rugrats anymore. I'm 5'4" and they dwarf me. Still, when they smile, I see chubby little toddlers all smeared in whatever treat Aunt Faye sneaked when Mommy wasn't looking. Sorry, Delaney. ; )

Visited Nicole's blog recently. My Criminal Psychology professor would have had a heyday with that woman. Even her problems have problems. Seriously bad Karma there.

Abrupt subject change. Finally finished the handout for our next exhibit. Hallelujah!!!! Getting everyone to agree on wording and graphics is such a pain in......well, you know.

Next subject change. Office Christmas party is coming up. Dec 17th to be exact. It is a cocktail event. Guess that means one of my favorite little black dresses. Need new heels though. Also, ladies, I have a question for you. First let me describe myself a little. I am 5'4", as previously stated. I have dark brown eyes and, currently dark, reddish brown hair. My hair is mid back length. Two years ago I had laser eye surgery, so I no longer wear glasses. I think I am a pretty sharp dresser. I try to be fashion forward, yet classy. Anyway, recently a new department head was put in charge of our section. I simply cannot get this man to take me seriously. He has even patted on my head, after telling me to change something on our handout.
I am good at what I do. I work hard. No, I don't act like the villiage idiot at work. I save that for sidewalk surfing(see previous posts). I can't change my verticallity. Do you think perhaps,
if I shortened my hair I would look more serious and less collegiate?

I know that seems kind of silly. But maybe I'm not marketing me correctly for him. Never mind. I have a feeling that either he is one of those, if you have breast you can't have a brain types , or he is of the short people are still children ilk. Short women, dont' you hate that?

Good night all. Sweet dreams.

2005-11-27T20:02:00.000-05:00

Sorry guys, tonight I'm just gonna curl up with a Bahama Mam and a sleazy romance novel. Talk to you tomorrow.

Tired but Determined

2005-11-27T00:08:00.000-05:00

Tonight I can't even seem to get the computor to cooperate. Got splashed twice one the way to work. Yuck.
Still working on the wording for newest exhibits, handouts.

When I was in college, I used to visit the museums around the Mall in D.C.. There was this one small museum of modern art that had hands on children's events on Saturdays. It was great. They would roll out these huge sheets of paper. Set out trays of paint and give the children some simple direction. I.E. paint a picture of happy, or sad. Then they would let the kids go. You'd have like 20-30 kids, covered in paint, running amok, and creating. It was perfect. They'd hang these long banners of painting out to dry and for everyone to admire. There'd be little kids jumping up and down saying, "Look Mommy, I did that!"

I wish we did that here.

Talked to Tiffany. Her evening with officer Bell is fast approaching. They are going to the movies tomorrow. He had to work tonight.

Delaney called. She is tired from commuting to and from her family's Thanksgiving celebration. And then, I had to chuckle, she told me she needs to go grocery shopping because there is nothing to eat at home. Her mother's house is probably holding enough food to feed New York's homeless population and Delaney's living at old mother Hubbard's. I teased her. She didn't bring any left overs home. Just thought it amusing that she didn't leave loaded down. I know you don't leave my Mom's without at least one foil wrapped plate or casserole dish.

Good Night all. May Heaven smile down upon you all this night. May Santa keep you on his nice list no matter how NAUGHTY you might be. May your hands and feet stay warm and dry, while waiting on public transport.
May a stranger offer you a kind word, for no reason other than they would like on too. May the sun shine down upon you. May the wind not blow your skirt or trench coat up around your ears. May you always have correct change. Sweet dreams.

Days of our Delaney

2005-11-24T22:25:00.000-05:00

Yes, that was my best friend, the wonderful Delaney. She called while the rest of her family was unbuttoning their pants and heading for recliners. Doing the seventh helping stretch. She wasn't sure which amused her more; my incident or my rambling speach pattern thanks to the painkillers I'm taking. I have my own opinions on which is more amusing, but I digress.

Back to the wonderful Delaney. How can a 36 year old, mother of three teenagers, still look every bit as amazing as she did in high school. I am in awe. Her hair is still a shining auburn curtain of silk. Her skin is still flawless alabaster. (Now as I am saying this, I must comment that to me freckles are enhancements not flaws) And completely , unfairly, her figure is the same. I thought women were supposed to change after child birth. (Yes, that is envy. I know I will be on a never ending diet rollercaster after childbirth, if I am like every other female in my family.) Best of all, her personality is still every bit as vibrant and warm.

Delaney's exhusband had called her to complain of their oldest. It seems his girlfriend had found a disturbing love letter in the trash. Why they were digging through the trash, I have no idea. Anyway, the letter rambles prosaicly about how horrible life is when apart from the object of your affection. No big deal. It is the ending line that is intriguing. "I've even shaved my legs for you, just like you wanted, Lover." I'm not sure what Delaney and I found the funniest. Hmm, was it the thought of some poor, sweet, besotted man abusing razor after razor for the sake of his one true love? Or could it possibly be the patheticness of a man trying to pass a letter, from one of his affairs, off on his daughter? I suppose the reason I am more apt to believe the second option is, Rand spent 30 minutes yelling at Delaney about this, in front of his girlfriend, but when Andie (their daughter) walked in he said nothing. That was two days ago. Andie is currently staying at Rand's house. If he is so concerned about her having some guy, with naked legs, in her bed, why not confront her with the letter?....

It is like the Tootsie Pop Slogan. The world may never know.

Things I am thankful for this season:

1. I am alive and, for the most part, extremely health.
2. Family, even if we are apart.
3. Friends, same.
4. I didn't have to eat turkey this year!!!!
5. My friends in Iraq are still alive and safe. Can't wait till you all are home, guys!
6. My career. Even if I'm not illustrating for Marvel Graphics, like I planned in high school.
7. My Nintendo Gamecube. (guilty vice)
8. The New Avengers (another guilty pleasure)
9. Bubblebaths.
10. The occasional wolf whistle. Thank God for construction workers the world wide.
11. No run pantyhose. (fellow women I know you understand)
12. Real people when you call a customer service number.
13. The little grocery store around the corner, that not only knows your name, but they can tell you if something you normally buy is out of stock, before you even look.
14. The Macy's Parade.
15. The ability to be creative.
16. I am not homeless.
17. I am not hungry.
18. I think I look better than that girl I used to be. My style is definately more defined.
19. Chocolate.
20. Knights in shining armor. I think badges count, don't you?

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!

Turkey Day

2005-11-24T14:46:00.000-05:00

Not sure if I had the mini-flu, the holiday blues, or just a cold virus intent on taking over the world; but THANKFULLY I'm feeling much less likely to drip upon the keyboard today. I chose not to go home (Maryland) for Thanksgiving. Didn't want to contaminate anyone. I have been informed by my loving sister's that they are truly thankful for that! Don't know if I would have been up for it even without the aliens trying to escape my sinus cavity. Seems like everyone is paired off. Even my neices and nephew all have signifigant others. Two of my neices have even added to the family. I never expected my 30's to feel old. Honestly, they don't usually. Sometimes I worry that I, like Peter Pan, will never grow up. I mean, I'm responsible. I have been gainfully employed since the tender age of 12. I have a car (even if it does spend more time in the parking garage than anywhere else). I have an apartment. I have houseplants. BUT, I still feel like that young girl who joined the Army to pay for college. I still look in awe at the Statue of Liberty. I still enjoy skipping stones on the creek, when I visit home. I still watch the occasional cartoon. I still watch the Macy's Parade, and smile.

But when I go home, I feel old. My sisters are in their 40's and doing their bit for hearth and home. And now their children are, as well. The youngest, my nephew Mack, is eighteen, and even he has a girlfriend that attends family events. EEK! I've had relationships. When I was eighteen I was engaged. I suppose I should be thankful I didn't marry that young man. He wanted to put down roots and I still had years of globetrotting ahead of me at that point. Thanks to the Army I have been to Colorado, New York, Alabama, Kansas, West Virginia, D.C., Baltimore, and Annapolis, not to mention Panama, Germany, France, and Canada. I probably wouldn't have gotten my degree or the chance to work in New York city, either. So why do I feel I'm missing something?

Jeesh, how whiney can you get? Abrupt subject change. I saw him again. Unbelievably, the day after my last post. I was walking back to work from lunch with my buddy Tiffany.(Don't hold the name against her, her parents were yuppies.) We were discussing a new exhibit the museum was arranging and then WHAM!!!!!!!! I felt like had been hit by a load of bricks. I went flying and then body surfing down the sidewalk. I heard a shriek, must have been Tiff, there was no air in my lungs to shriek with. : ) Anyway, suddenly I was levitating in front of HIS face. He set me on my feet and sort of steadied me for a moment. Some petite blonde lady walked up with Tiff and asked if I was okay. Give me a break, I just learned how to body surf a sidewalk! Tiffany was sort of dancing around me, like a hyperactive chihuahua, and chanting "Oh, my God!" endlessly. He walked off for a moment, I don't know how long, I still felt a little out of focus.

Tiffany decided spinning me around to look at something would be a good idea, right about then. When the world stoppend tilting, I realized I was seeing HIM and someother people handcuffing someone they were lifting off the ground. Some pannicked looking Wall Street type. That's what ran me over? That was the only thought I had for a few seconds. Then I noticed HE was walking back. The tiny blonde introduced herself as Detective Eames and introduced Him as Detective Goren. HE IS A COP!! Wow! Now I have a name for the face. He handed me my purse. Good grief, I had no idea I had even dropped the thing.
Everything seemed to be still in it.

I had to answer a few questions. I felt sorry for the officer questioning Tiffany and I. I was completely useless and Tiff was practically drooling on him. She says she has a thing for uniforms. Afterward Det. Goren apologized to me. At the height of eloquism, I questioned: "What for?"
....I am groaning and rolling my eyes in remembrance of this particular DUH moment.

He apologised for them not tackling the suspect sooner.

....Here it comes another stellar moment of idiocy

I said, "That's alright, I enjoy flying! Usually. Tee Hee.

...Oh where is a time machine when you need one. Probably my one and only oppurtunity to speak with this AMAZING man and I turn into the villiage idiot. My only hope is that he is used to having this effect on women and will not hold it against me. Although Det. Eames looked suspiciously like someone trying to choke back their guffaws. Way to make a first impression. To top it all off, Tiffany managed to score Officer Bells number.

Have to go my absolute best friend is on the phone. She should get a chuckle out of this. Happy Holidays.

Just Another Tour Group

2005-11-20T16:37:00.000-05:00

Why do they always give me the T.G.'s with the smart alek, know-it -all, professor of art-history wannabees?
Show them a Matisse they have to talk about how child-like and REAL his art is. Show them a Degas and you have an hour long monalogue on his secret passion for some unknown ballerina. Show them anything, and they never really see it. They're too busy trying to be seen. Trying to be The One Who Knows. Did I really get a degree for this? ....

Where are all the students looking for their inspiration? Where are the gentle souls waiting to be gifted with the hidden beauty hanging on our walls? Where are the dreamers who lose themselves while walking our halls? I have not seen them in so very long. I miss them. It makes all the know-it-alls and bored, MP3 blaring, couldn't care less, classes worthwhile.

I used to see this one gentleman walking our halls. Tall. Imposing. Alone. He used to, obliquely, trail behind my Saturday afternoon tours. He joined in our discussions once. He had so much depth. And such unnexpected insight. If you are out there, it has been over four months since you wandered our halls. Will you wander back again?