Good News!

The job I have been interviewing for - Help Desk at Ann Taylor - not only offered me the position, but did so at $13/hr !! So, dilemma solved.

I am excited to be starting a new job and to be going back into the Tech Support Field. I am even more excited to be making more money as this will help me A LOT. I even get to work for one of my favorite clothing retailers. Bonus!

So yeah, go me! Guess all those years of experience and computer knowledge are finally paying off! I am very happy and grateful to the Gods and Karma right now.

I do feel bad though, as I wasnt able to give Jenny's parents any notice. I wanted to be able to at least give them a week, but it just wasn't in the cards. I did meet a lot of great people at American Stone and I am going to miss them (especially Alex and Henry and Johnny and Jenna!) But, I will see them around I am sure. Especially Jenny and Alex, they can't get rid of me now even if they WANTED to. I'm grateful that Jenny helped me get hired there when I came back home, and I will always think of my time there fondly (well, *most* of it anyway...not gonna dwell on the less than stellar parts...) But, it was time for me to move on.

So watch me, because here I go and no one and nothing is going to stop me now!!

Just for fun, I took some lyrics that I knew and put them together to show my current state of mind and perspective as of late. Bonus points to anyone who figures out the "artist". (The fact that I losely refer to the singer as an aritist aught to clue you in to where they come from!)
Enjoy!

I’m a Radical. Or, at least, that’s what they tell me. Some have even said Terrorist. I don’t blame them. After all, my ideas are pretty terrifying.

Well, Ice said to steal this, and I figured it would be fun. I think the best question was "which weapon do you prefer?" I couldn't help but choose Canada! LoL.

How evil are you?

As always during this time of year, my thoughts naturally turn to Zombies and hordes of Undead roaming the Earth. As in many years past, I often find myself contemplating the mindless masses blindly shoving forward, consuming all in their path. I have found Zombies and excellent metaphor for the capitalist masses saturated in politics and marketing. But this year my thoughts have gone a step further to finally empathize with the Zombie Plight. I feel an understanding has been breached and I wish to explore it further.

Sometimes it's hard to be the Mom. When you're the one that's hurt or sick, you still have to take care of everyone else first. It's been a good learning experience though, in that I have continued to show myself that I can survive on my own and I can do what needs to be done - whether I feel like it or not.

I had my oral surgery on Wednesday afternoon, so I've got a bit of a swollen jaw and some stitches where the tooth used to be. It feels good to be rid of the abscessed tooth, and I've gone without a nightly fever now for the first time in a month. However, the liquid diet is killing me. Sure, I've dropped like 5lbs, and probably going to lose another 5lbs or so in the next two weeks before I can actually *EAT* again. But, OMG, do I miss food! Real food. Food you can sink your teeth into. One can only eat so much yogurt, jell-o and mashed potatoes before going crazy. The plus side is the fruit smoothies. I think I'll still make those even after I can eat normally again.

I was lucky in that Seth let me get a three hour nap yesterday, and he's been  his usual low-maintenance self. The most difficult part about the recovery was the fact I didnt have appropriate foods for me to eat in the house before the surgery, and no one to drive me to the store to get them after the surgery. By the time I was able to secure a ride, I hadn't eaten in 24hrs. I need to do better planning for the next extraction. That was a definate mess-up on my part. I didnt realize I would be banned from soup and coffee and that's all I had in the way of "liquid/soft" diet on hand. I've got plenty of the aforementioned jell-o and yogurt now, and picked up some more mashed potatoe mix for dinner this evening.

I really need to stop thinking about food.  My mind is racing now of all the things I'd rather be eating for dinner tonight. *LoL*

Next appointment is on the 19th to get the tooth on the other side fixed now. So, only 2 more weeks of special diets and I can be back to normal. It wont be as brutal as Wednesday's appointment was, as there wont be anymore stitches involved.

I'm looking forward to a life of "normalcy" - as close to it as I can get, anyway. =} 

This, seriously, is why I should go to sleep.

The picture below is a screen shot of some of the fun we've been having here tonight.
Enjoy!

So my friend Liz-Beth did this... 

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...and I decided to go ahead and repost it as it could be fun. You dont need to give me long answers or anything if you decide to fill this out. All my comments are screened by default so I'll only post/show them if you want me to.

Meme Time...

I've been having many strange dreams lately. First there was the whole Timberlake series, the twisted bridge/highway series, and then the *really* messed up ones like the one where Doug threw all my food away or the one where my foot was messed up and my crutches were broken and instead of helping me everyone was laughing. Needless to say my nights have been full of adventure...

I had a rather good one a week or so back though, and I thought I'd mention it briefly here as it was quite amusing. You see, I was a Transformer. I was a Camaro, one of the new ones, and I was blue with a white racing stripe. I must have been a Decepticon as I was rolling with Barricade and Star Scream. I was trying to get to Vegas but was having trouble in that I kept getting directed up a muddy mountain trail that would turn to snow. It was very frustrating. I told Star Scream I was going to have to turn into a jet like him because otherwise I was never going to make it.

The funniest part of the dream though, happened before I got up into the mountains. This stupid guy kept trying to get in and drive. Every time he'd climb in, I'd transform and stand up and dump him out on his head. He was a persistent little F'r though, it took several dumpings to get rid of him.

I've decided that part of the dream was because I'm tired of stupid men trying to ride me. (*laughter ensues*)

In the early hours of the morning, DV8 burned to the ground. It had been vacant for awhile now, couple of years I’m guessing. But it was sad for me to truly see it gone. DV8 was the bar I went to on my 21^st birthday and was the dance club I frequented the most. In addition, from the time I was about 18, I saw many concerts there as well. Bands like, Love and Rockets, Machines of Loving Grace, VAST, My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult, Eve 6 and others. It was at DV8 that I met the Drummer from Unified Theory and shared some drinks and conversation with him.

I also remember one night I was coming down the stairs and when I reached the bottom I grabbed the Security Guard by the shirt and said, “Hey Buddy! Why are there so many stairs in here? Don’t you know drunk people are trying to walk?!!”

It was an awesome club, one of the best the State had to offer and it will truly be missed. It was the Club of a Generation! DV8, you are loved and will be missed but you will live on in the hearts of those of us who once graced your tables and dance floors.

I was sitting here listening to Britney's newest album when it occured to me just how the name of the album *must* have been chosen. I can see it all now...Britney and her Manager in a dark lit club, loud pounding music, throwing back the hard liquor like it's water...

Manager: "So, Brit, what do you want to call the new album?"
Britney: "The new what?"
Manager: "ALBUM!"
Britney: "That's funny, I don't remember making another one. Must have happened during one of my Blackouts."
Manager: "What's that?"
Britney: "I said, it must have happened during a BLACKOUT!!"
Manager: "Blackout? Yeah, that's a great name!!"
Britney: "What?"
Manager: "Uh, I said, do you want to get laid?"
Britney: "Sure, just let me grab my drink..."