Trick or Treat

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

keepin it short & sweet today, just wanted to wish everyone a safe & spooktacular night

and be sure to eat lots, and lot, and LOTS of CANDY!!

MWWHHAAAAAAA!

Guns and freaking Roses!!!!

like holy shit

holy. fucking. shit. i'm, well a little overwhelmed at the moment

why??

two words baby Guns & Roses

my hubby owes me BIG TIME, like majorlly big and seeings how Christmas is right around the corner, miss flea flea is going to have a steller Christmas this year. i'm thinking purses, and shoes, and clothes, oh my!! heeee!

you see i just scored us 2 tickets to G&R's world tour, which is selling out like crazy, and you know how evil and coniving i am, i think i will continue to let on that i haven't scored tickets, and that they are all sold out just to rub it in and make him pout & whine

oh yeah baby!

this is sooooooooo worth it

~snickers~

when i grow up

my first recollection of ever even thinking about what i wanted to be when i grew up was probably in elementary school, and i wanted nothing more than to be a nurse (RN) just like my mom

well, that didn't last long

by junior high i was destined to be an author, or at least that was my dream. i was hooked on Christopher Pike's young adult books and, Stephen King wasn't far behind. i was sold, this is what i wanted to do

i also went thru a phase where i wanted to be Angela Bowers from "who's the Boss" anyone remember this show? she was an advertising executive or someting and i thought that was just the coolest thing ever getting to wear business suits, go to big fancy meetings, travel, ah yes this was my ticket to success

and then high school hit

i sort of hit a brick wall and i still haven't awakened from my coma as i still have no clue as to what i want or desire to be when i grow up.

and what's even scarier is that i am now considered, GASP! a grown up

i've always envied those people that knew from early on as to what they wanted to be, they knew what college to go to, what sort of job they would be doing, they had it made. and well there i sat in my high school class siging up for my college "prep" classes and not having the sweetest clue, and 7 years later i still don't

there are times when i wish i would've stuck with the writing, i loved to write at one time, i almost feel that if i would've been in a larger, city/school i may have pursued this but coming from a very small community and an even smaller school i wasn't able to expand my horizons, or perhaps i just liked the "idea" of it all, actually writing a book or coming up with an original story now a days is, well, all most impossible. i've contemplated becomming a journalist, but seeing how everyone is so obsessed (including me) with celebrities, i think that's a no go as i feel they have a right to their own privacay and there are some things that not everyone needs to know

i even went back to my early roots and really considered nursing again, but lacking the drive, motovation and "math" skills, i quickly backed out of that option

watching CSI every week also intrigues me, how i would love to be able to assess a crime scene and get the bad guy. they mystery of it all, very much appeals to me. or even being a police dectective solving crimes, putting the bad guy behind bars would be really cool and up my alley, but again, me being from a small community, this is sort of a no go. mind you i shouldn't be restricting myself as to where i live, i think i'm just making excuses as i have no drive or ambition to do anything

mind u nothing is as it is on t.v. or in the movies but one can dream

my current job is just "ok" and i have it pretty good by any means, my supervisor, boss and everyone here is great but 10 years ago this is the last place or thing i would have envisioned myself doing. which is sort of sad. where did i go wrong? or better yet why am i settling for this mediocre crap? some days i'm happy and other days, well , not so much. i just feel like my life is pointless and that it's going no where fast, and i don't really know what to do to change it. i. just. don't. know. and some days this really gets me down as i don't feel that i'm living my life to it's fullest, to what purpose do i serve?

sigh

to many fucking questions that are un-answered that i'm sure someone up above (man i hope so) is testing me for, i'll leave it at that

pease out :P

trying to jump on the "happy" bandwagon

instead of me coming here to bitch, whine and complain about my ailments, or how i think i'm coming down with the plague because other co-workers refuse to stay home and recover, they have to come in here and spread it to everyone else......anyhoo i'm trying a different approach for a change.

here goes

i am grateful for my two amazing parents, who are still together after 30 years together. they are always there for me (no matter what, where, when) and words can't really express or do justice as to just how much they mean to me

i am also grateful that they are both in good health

i am grateful for my ever wise and wonderful sister, who always listens, evaluates, and lays it out like it is

i am also grateful that she has a killer fashion, home decor, crafty style about her and i only wish that she lived closer to me so that she could help me out in that dept

i am grateful that i have a full time job, despite the fact that half the time i don't know what i do exactly but i receive a paycheck every week, i have health coverage and i am able to pay into a pension plan

i'm grateful that both hubby and i are also in good health and able to work

i'm grateful for having a roof over my head, food to eat and clothes to wear on my back

i'm grateful to be able to spend time with my remaining grandmother and i savor every moment with her and cherish her stories and her memories of my grandfather

i'm grateful and proud to be Canadian

i'm grateful that i am able to walk down a street, go to the mall, get my mail without having to worry about suicide bombers, getting shot, or being caught in a crossfire/ambush

i'm grateful for the fact that i don't have to hide my face in shame just because i am a women. i can express myself openly and be treated as equal and not looked upon as being stupid/useless

i'm grateful that i can see, hear and smell all the life around me

but most of all, i'm grateful for being alive and living another day, even though it's really not panning out in my favor, i'm still grateful to be living it.

ARGH!!

not only is it monday, evil dreadful monday but i quite possibly had the wurst morning ever, and it's still morning people. it's not even 10:00 yet and i've had the following happen to me:

- couldn't wear the outfit that i initally wanted as there was some weird funky stain on my said pants that i have no idea where it came from, or what it was on them, do not have time to deal with and just grab outfit #2

- was out of my favorite cereal and had to replace with toast & peanut butter :(

- received call from hubby on his cell stating that he forgot to take the garbage out. great.

- already running late at this point and i still haven't got makeup and hair flat ironed

- dogs are barking and driving me insane as they will. not. shut. up. or quit barking at the neighbors evil, fucking dogs

- as i am sitting eating my crap ass toast (i really wanted my cereal), and drinking a horrible fruit juice, my cat decides that she wants to "cuddle" and gets cat hair all over my 2nd pick outfit and i don't have time to lint roll it off as i forgot the FUCKING garbage again. FUCK!

- so i hurry and eat my toast, brush my teeth, grab my coat, purse, lunch, and i'm out of the house but guess what. it frosted last night, therefore my car is covered in a layer of frost that will at least take 5 minutes to de-fog. nice.

- thinking to save myself time, i decided to walk the said fucking garbage down to the road. and as i pick up the 3, count em 3 bags (who knew we threw out so much crap), water proceeds to spill all over my said 2nd pick outfit. at least i hope it was water. it may have been dog piss as our neighbors dogs have a habit of "marking there territory" and tearing our bags to shit, but i'm getting ahead of myself here........

continuing on

- so i disregard the water or ahem piss and proceed to half carry and drag the garbage down our very long driveway and about midway point just guess what happens. just guess. take a wild guess

- yup, you got it, the bag or one of the bags busted wide open. so not only am i now 5 minutes late i have to pick up garbage, nasty vile smelling garbage, and haha we have no more bags left for me to dump this crap over into so i manage somehow to stuff it all back in the bag that ripped apart, and ewwwwww, omg was so utterly disgusting sorting thru half eaten food. yuck. and do you know why my bag ripped? becuase my fucking neighbors dogs had tore a hole in it. cha. they are so going to pay

- meanwhile i am now over 10+ minutes late, i have no time to change my wet pants, i barely have time to wash my garbage smelly hands and then i'm on my merry way driving like a mad women to get to work on time, and surprizingly i still made it in here 5 minutes early. dunno how i managed that, just praise jebus that no cops were out this morning

- so now here i sit in dress pants covered in hair and what's probably dried dog pee on my pant leg, and i think i smell like garbage which is also giving me a really bad headache. can i go home now????

quickies

holy god i've suffered several pound your head against the key board moments today, and on top of my supeberb wonderful day i'm getting a headache and a real dousey of one too by the feel of it

work is well frustrating, espically when nobody will train me or tell me what i should be doing. i've asked my "supervisor" like 4 times for stuff to do and nothing. i should almost feel a bit hurt as it seems like he's ignoring me but i know he is extremely busy i just don't know why he won't let me in to help, as that is at least what i thought i was supposed to do

fat bastard in the office next to me is another one of my irritance (is that even a word, hell i don't care i just made it one), he's overly loud and way to fucking friendly for my liking

not only that buy i'm dieting and what does someone bring into the office a fucking cake, fuckers, and it's a marble cake with real "butter" frosting. like this stuff is to.die.for. honestly. i've had not one but 2 pieces today, talk about restraint

speaking of my said diet, which isn't going so well i was able to do one of my workout video's last night, so that's one good thing right? i should make it 2 in a row, but with this pounding headache i think it's a no go

dare i say it i'm somewhat disappointed in LOST, seems sort of slow and yet i'm still dying for next weeks show. for instance why haven't they shown anyone back at the beach? what the hell happend to Locke, Desmond and Charlie and Eko? and how the hell do they know so much about everyone on the plane. it's just plain weird

what is wrong with people that they are still voting for Sarah Evans on DWS (dancing w/the Stars), shes the wurst dancer there and it's a crying shame that Willa was sent home when she was a much better dancer

it's raining here today a cold, cold bitter rain with "gusty" winds, which is so fucking depressing and blah, no wonder my head hurts

hubby lost an expensive watch that i think i bought for his b-day a year or so ago, like a fancy "woodsworker" watch that was waterproof, had a compass and everything, this thing was not cheap, and because he can't go without had to purchase another one on ebay, thankfully somewhat cheaper but still, as per my previous post we are poor and in debt and totally do not need any extra expenses. so frustrating.

and to top it all off this stuff about North Korea is truly bothering & upsetting me, i have a gut feeling that this is not a good thing, and we have yet to see or hear the last of this issue. i can totally see them teaming up with the taliban and Al Quida or whomever to attack the U.S., not cool and my anxiety and panic steps up a notch and i just want to scream at the top of my lungs that were all going to die, and the world is going to end!!!

really though, all these nuclear weapons that are out there floating around scare the shit out of me

thank god it's almost quitting time!

time to go home, eat supper and de-stress

bills, bills, bills

you just know that this is so going to be a major bitch rant, cuz the word bills is in the title, so hold onto your hats as i've had this one pent in for awhile............

i hate, hate this time of year, not only is hubby laid off from work for the entire winter (thus meaning we pull in half the income) but dare i say it, Christmas is only gasp, 3 months away. and despite the fact that we have been living together for five years, we never seem to prepare for the hard financial struggle that we battle all winter long. in fact, in the last month i have been on a major spending spree. even though i knew, in the back of my mind come a month from now i would be hurtin, but did i care. no. god i'm stupid sometimes.

and on top of that

were like $16,000 in debt to our lines of credits

from what? god only knows, it all started when we built our house and well it's grown quite a lot since then.

rack up a visa bill, pff pay it off with our line of credit, that has been our motto for the past 2 years, and well frankly i'm sick of it. not only do we struggle to make a monthly payment on the GD things, but they ding us at least a total of $100 (between the 2, we each have one, which is somehow worse), just for fucking interest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sigh

and everytime i realize how much we have to pay back, i feel this wall closing in on me and it's just too much, panic sets in, and honestly it almost makes me sick and i vow to stop spending and well that only usually lasts for a week and then were right back into the swing of things.

and did i also mention we also have a gorgeous house that we kinda sorta got when we shouldn't have cuz the mtg. is well, i won't go there

and i should note to you all that i'm just a wee bit spoiled and thus i think this is where the problem results from. i want the best of the best and expect nothing less. and not only that but i seem to have expensive taste. like for example a fellow employee recently brought in one of those home and gift catalogues and is also having a party which i'm going to and soooo shouldn't be, but anyways, anything i look at or like even just a little is like the most expensive thing on the page. same thing goes with furniture or clothes even. doesn't matter if i like it it's expensive. perhaps i have way to high of a standard, and i can't expect to have everything right away, were just starting out, this is our 2nd year in our home and i still don't have curtains for godsakes and most of our furniture is 2nd hand, and so we've only painted 3 rooms in our house. so what. why is everything so materialistic?! who cares if you drive a piece of shit car or not? well ok i sort of do care, but why should i? as long as i have a roof over my head and food to eat then what else really matters besides a kick ass pair of shoes, and a killer wardrobe........ok, ok, i am kidding (sort of).

we in north america take so much for granted,

and i totally just lost my train of thought on that one.......

ok i'm so done on that one

:P

fall "it" list

so i was totally busy yesterday and didn't have a chance to follow up on LOST, whops!

oh well, you'll live right?

anyways, i'm uber hyper today and it's friday!! woot woot

so what better way to celebrate a friday than a list of what i think is "hot" or "it" at the moment ( preferably things that i luv at this moment in time, but i thought "it" was cooler, ok?), shall we begin??

favorite new food - mozza sticks, ok i know i'm a total lame ass for never trying these before, but OMG these things are to die for, i could quite easily eat like 20 no problem, like really i could, and i so can't believe that i have gone this long with out trying one

favorite new t.v. show - mind u it's still early yet but i'm totally hooked on ABC's Ugly Betty, if you aren't watching this u should be, esp if you are a women, it's witty and funny and well you just need to watch it ok. trust me

favorite new song - JoJo's - it's too little to late, don't ask ok i just do

favorite new cleaning product - scrubbing bubbles one touch shower cleaner thingy, mind u this isn't the correct name but all u need to know is that scrubbing bubbles makes it. it hangs in your shower and u push a button and it sprays and cleans your shower. no more scrubbing on my knees or no more water spots my shower walls. i. luv. this. thing. fer real ya'll. oh how i hated cleaning my stand up shower but now i don't have too. this little thing does it for me, what more could you ask for. now if only i could get ones of these for the rest of the house......

favorite new hairstyling product (as in tool) - my brand spankin new flat iron, again i can't believe i have gone this long without one, like what the hell was i doing before?

favorite new shampoo - duh, i think no explaination is due here, 1 word people, Ojon

favorite new blog - i've stumbled across some pretty good ones lately but the one that started me off again on new searches for cool blogs was the one and only Miss 1999

i'm sure i've got more but that's all i can come up with for now, i may or not be back

peace out :P

LOST

that's all i need to say and my heart starts racing, i was trying to think of an appropriate title but nothing really does it justice.

i've done well really up until a week ago when they started showing promo's for tonight's show, and well that sealed it, the countdown was on (were now down to 6 1/2 hrs and counting..)

i can't even work today i am that excited, or it could be the fact that i am still not sleeping but i refuse to talk about that today as it just drags me down

so moving on

i can't wait to find out what's going to happen now, what will the other's do with Jack, Sawyer and kate? what about Michael and Walt, how could they just leave like that? and where does Desmond fit into all of this?

but

more importantly i just cannot wait to see Sawyer shirtless again................ahhhh what bliss, how i love him so

i'm so stoked i can barely contain myself!!

drunken crackwhore - take 2

oh good lord, what a wild weekend miss flea flea had, i'm not even sure where to begin honestly it was that much of a whirlwind. i do recall that i was being such a good girl, staying home, resting trying to get better but something occured late saturday night (ahem Sandy, my bestest friend called me at 10:00) and it all went down hill from there.

she begged and pleaded for me to go to our cousins (by marriage) staggette party, and you know i just can't say no my friends and or drinking even though i knew, knew i shouldn't go i totally caved and wen't. i never, ever do anything so spur of the moment like this and honestly i can't believe that my hubby didn't pitch a fit at a)me going out clubbing b)my skanky ass outfit (duh had to compete with girls like 4 years younger than me) or c)my rockstar hair, nothingless he said nothing, which alone was quite shocking.

so off i go just like cinderella off to the ball, only it was a club, same thing only different right? well, will pretend that. i wen't with the intentions of having one drink and i did, you know what got me don't cha, the mr. happy weed. aha. yes. i haven't associated with my long lost buddy mr. happy in quite some time, and frankly he hit my like a ton of bricks, now any time i'm stoned i cannot function, or talk to anyone, i sort of just stare off with a smile on my face and you get the point, i should just have stayed at the house by my self and so not have gone to the bar, but again i was just flying on a whim this night and off i go. and honestly the rest of the night is a blur, besides some guy that sandy knew trying to kiss me, and then pretend that he was only being like the "french" as that's the sort of thing they do. yeah right i'm just hot baby!!!! haha i wish, or how bout when one of sandy's friends was talking to me and i'm just smiling and nodding and i thought she asked me what my name was as she had her hand out, so i go to shake her hand and say my name's flea and she's like ummm i asked to see your ring......i think i may have snorted as i was hit with a sudden laughing fit. ah. good times.

and you know what the best part is, mr. happy took away my rib pain for like 2 hrs! and i had a permi grin on for at least 4 hours. honestly i think this shit should be legalized without getting into all the political mambo jumbo, really it should and it's no wonder they give it to cancer patients, not that i'm comparing myself to one, but it's the cat's ass, and oh how i missed it. so i didn't arrive back home til like 3:30, slept like the dead (finally) til 10 or so and then hubby's buddy calls us to go wheelin, it's amazing what a little fresh air can do to a person. was such a beautiful fall day, so nice to be outside and it was just relaxing and perfect, just what i needed. so all in all i must say i had a fantastic weekend.

how bout you?

it's HERE!!

my Ojon has arrived people!!

i want you all to do a happy dance for me as i'm totally un-able to at this time

and sadly not even this could snap me out of my funk, i didn't go to work today, x-rays are done and now i'm just waiting to see if they call me stating that they "found" anything, and drugs that they gave me still don't take all the pain away.

~sigh~

still though, i'm remaining positive, HAPPY FRIDAY BIATCHES!

luv you all! :P

let the whining begin

are u ready for it? lord i hope so as i'm in a "pity me" mood today

you know that song "every breath you take", i think it's by Sting or the Police or something, but that about sums it up. or better yet every time i take a breath and have it hurt like a son of a bitch, this song runs through my head. not sure which is worse at this point

i literally crawled, hauled my ass out of bed this morning (getting out of bed with sore ribs is the wurst). did. not. want. to. get. up. or move. grabbed the 1st comfy thing i saw (jeans & baggy sweater), pulled hair into pony tail, slapped on some foundation and mascara and came to work. i don't even think i combed my hair.

so tired, words cannot express or do justice

called an made another dr appt for this afternoon, i'm demanding x-rays this time. i'm just scared i'm going to cry as the pain is that bad and i'm also super emotional lately, course it's my dr he already knows how mentally fucked up i am, so i shouldn't be concerened but still it would be embarassing

i so considered calling in sick again today, is that wrong?

in fact i'm working thru lunch and leaving after said dr appt this afternoon and not coming back, noramlly this would have me extactic, but i have no MOJO today and i'm more releaved than anything to leave early and crawl back in my bed

the only bra that i can wear and be "comfortable" in is my sports bra, all my other ones cut into my sore spot right along my ribs. luckily i am not well endowed in the "breast" department

omg sneezing is the absolte worst, worst pain i have ever experienced

super cold today too, despite the fact that i'm wearing a tee-shirt & sweater

think i just need to have a good cry and get it over with. anyone have any good suggestions of a sad, sad movie to watch? open to ideas

i've gained the 5 pounds i lost back in a week and a half. how depressing is that. oh, and i can't exercise cause it hurts

i don't get paid til next thursday, a week from today and were flat broke

why, why did they have to move Grey's Anatomy to thursdays' the same time that CSI is on? WHY!?

and where the hell is Medium? i sure hope they didn't scrap this show, will be really pissed

i'm home alone the next few days as hubby is away for the Big Moose hunt 2006. so exciting (rolling eyes), i'm actually secretly hoping they don't get one this year, god i'm evil

poor poor pitiful me, eh? god i shouldn't be this way, there are way more worse things that are happening in the world, but i just can't seem to snap out of it. perhaps i will get smashed tonight all by my lonesome with my dogs and cats.

peace out! :P

upset stomache, indigestion, nausea, diarrhea, HEY! Pepto-Bismal!

no, not all of these currently apply to me. no. uh ah, the only one that applies is, dare i say it out loud, as i'm afraid of yet another washroom run, diarrhea. quite possibly the worst thing ever, but i'll spare u the grose details.

and do you know why i'm suffering from this god awful bout of the ruins? because i was put on a "stronger" dose of meds because of my still, STILL! aching, fucking, injured side! and this said medication is making me pay. oh yes indeed! i have lost count how many times i have gone to the bathroom, i now have an extremely sore ass to go along with my sore ribs. nice huh. not only is it nice, everything is just fucking GREAT! great i say. you know how last week i started off with killer news to begin the week. CHA! like where the hell is that this week? that's what i would like to know. can't a person have more than one happy week in her poor pathetic life? pffff.guess not.

so not only do i have the fucking ruins, my side is still in agony! like almost crying in tears agony, and dr's have still not requested a chest x-ray, and still tell me if it's not gone in 2 wks to contact my dr yet again. i am no going on week 3 with this. and the pain is still very intense and not lessening at all. like what the fuck do i have to do or say to get my point across? it hurts to breathe, it hurts to sit, it basically hurts all the fucking time. i'm not sleeping, therefore i have major baggage under my eyes. i wanted so badly to post a pic of my new fab "rockstar" hair but sadly my face isn't so rockstar these days. sigh. i'm so frustrated and just plain tired. i missed work yesterday, did not want to come today (almost wished i hadn't as it's majorlly dead here today) and i want to oh so badly to my new work out tape but i can't, because I'M INJURED!

fuck

i think i'm gonig to grab yet another piece of cake from the evil kitchen here at work and sit here and cry for the next hour. i don't think anyone will notice.

and yes i'm fucking pre-menstrual too on top of all this other shit

T-Minus 15 hrs and counting

until my new ultime fav hair product (it truly works wonders) goes on sale on the Shopping Channel

am i embarassed and ashmed of admitting that i'm addticted to the shopping channel?

Hell no!

their website is like CRACK, there is EVERYTHING u can imagine on their but more importantly my Ojon is on there, and i will be buying like mad tomorrow as their new line is coming out!

i'm so excited i can barely contain myself right now

let the shopping begin!!!

p.p.s
in case you are a total shampoo/conditioner crackwhore like me and you may want to check this out for yourself tomorrow tune into the Shopping Channel all day tomorrow or go online @ www.theshoppingchannel.com, you can thank me later

the bestest news EVER!!!

miss jilly is coming home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, sorry had to get that bubble of energy out of my system, like pronto. and in case you are wondering or wish for me to further elaborate, my fav cousin miss jilly (she used to blog but lately not so much) has recently just discovered that she has obtained a full time position back home (woodstock) and she will be raking in major dough as she will now be a "management" position!! i'm so jealous i'm sure i've turned green. not only is this steller news all in itself but she can move back home from her current residence that she's been living in for the past year (3+hrs away). to say i've missed her around home is an understatement, and i can't wait to have her back here, so we can do lunch and go shopping and all that fun stuff that we used to do on our lunch hours. sooo exciting! and i can't wait to go home and celebrate with her tonight! weeeee i haven't been this happy/excited in well, let's not go there..........

in other "flea" news, i have somehow injured myself and have no clue how, or what has caused this excruciating pain, but i have now had it for a week (must've occured during last weekend's drunken stupor) now and frankly i'm a little concerned as it could be a)a pulled muscle , b)a fractured rib or c)lung cancer or a tumor and i have 3 weeks to live! ok so that's a bit drastic, but i totally think it's a) or b) just not sure which, but every time i move the wrong way or take a deep breath a sharp pain shoots right under neath my right boob/rib cage. like wtf. now i'm not one to normally whine (ha!) or complain (double HA HA) but it really, really HURTZ! and because i know you all care so much, i just had to come here and whine some more about it cuz anybody i seem to start telling at home or here at work totally ignore me and just walk away or bring up another topic. which by the way is sooooooo rude! anyways, i'm dying i know it! no, not really but i think it's a legit enough reason to skip work........don't you? at least like a day or 2......oh yeah i can't as i'm trying to make a good impression while in this new "position". dammit! scratch that idea

did i also mention that i finally got my new desk/setup! didn't think so! it's SWEET! and everyone in the office has a total hate on for me now, i luv it! perhaps i shall take a pic and show you all someday in the near future. it's totally awsome, a little bare at the moment as they still have yet to throw me in full force to the new position, but i'm sure that'll change soon. i'm still really nervous about the transition and having more responsibilities but i'm lovin havin my own space and privacy, and thus far i like what work they have given me, so keep your fingers crossed

i so should not be this happy on a monday, i dunno what has gotten into me, this is so not like me on a typical monday, i must say i'm kinda digging starting out my week on a positive note though i only hope it continues

peace out biatches! :P

Goodbye Summer

even though technically fall doesn't begin til next thursday (the 21st), here's a little diddy from me to you,

Goodbye Summer,
Goodbye my friend,
Goodbye sandals,
Goodbye capris,
Goodbye flirty summer skirts,
Goodbye tank tops,
Goodbye strawberry shortcake,
Goodbye corn on the cob,
Goodbye BBQ,
Goodbye blackflies i'll even miss you too,
Goodbye painted toes,
Goodbye hot, muggy, humid days,
Goodbye thunderstorms,
Goodbye reality t.v.,
Goodbye Summer,
Goodbye my friend,
I will miss you,
I will miss you til we meet again,

Hello Fall,
You are not my friend,
Hello red, yellow, and orange leaves,
Hello cold damp mornings and evenings,
Hello fog,
Hello rainy days,
Hello hunting season,
Hello everything "camo",
Hello thanksgiving,
Hello halloween,
Hello sweaters,
Hello socks and coats,
Hello wood heat,
Hello dry skin,
Hello must see t.v.,
Hello fall,
You are not my friend,
How i loathe thee,
How i loathe thee til the bitter end,

drunken crackwhore

now normally i only drink (aka get drunk) like say mabye 4-6 times over a full year (,Halloween, Christmas, New Year's, July 1st, and the odd camping trip or corn boil), but this past year i seem to have broken from the trend as i think i'm way past my "normal" restrictions. i've lost count. now not only have i lost count but i've also done something i've never done before. what you may ask? well, i got piss ass drunk with hubby's family and a bunch of strange people i've never ever met before. yes. it's true.

so in my typical run down/play by play here is a run down of my evening

- attended party @ my brother-in-law's house in St. Andrews, NB, to celebrate his marriage (wedding was earlier in the day) with a BBQ (they didn't have a dance, not really sure why), that ended up being rained out as it down poured, but that didn't phase any of us at all. i should note that i didn't even want to go to this said gathering, but it ended up with me being the one having such a steller time
- spent the 1st hour or so in a corner with hubby and his sister & hubby. not really drinking at this point, and already plotting when we could make our escape
- an hour later and 1 1/2 cooler's later i was beginning to somewhat enjoy myself
- another hour later and several shooters later i had a new best friend. my shooter buddy, that i've never met before in my life. told her several times how much i loved her and thought she was soooo cool.
- appointed Hugh (another brother-in-law) as our "Leader" to get us all back to our hotel in one piece, even though he was the drunkest out of all of us at this point
- continued doing shooters and drank another 1 1/2 cooler, i am now socializing like crazy and talking to everyone. my little space in the corner has long been forgotten
- everyone (including me) had a good laugh at my expense as the cooler's i was drinking made my mouth like a bright vibrant red. like ronald mcdonald red.
- danced around the living room with brother-in-law, and proceeded to take several crazy/dirty/raunchy pictures with him (oh god!)
- am still doing shooters, and have totally lost count. hubby is now warning me to slack off and is giving me "his look". i just ignore him
- i either broke the toilet or was just unable to function enough to run it as it had some sort of fancy lever thingy on it
- flirted with the best man right in front of hubby, just to show him i still "got it"
- more dancing
- consumed my last cooler, and totally forgot where i sat it down, didn't really matter as i'm so gone by this point
- made yet another "new" best friend, whom i yet again professed my love and new found friendship too
- there may have been some more dancing and singing it's all a little blurry at this point
- one of the living room chairs got broken by like 4-5 people piling on it, i don't think i was involved in this, but i'm not 100% sure. resulted in a 10-15 minute laughing fit by everyone
- shortly there after we dance to one last song and headed for the hotel by foot as it was now 3:00 AM and none of us were in any shape to drive
- was the longest walk of my life. several stops as i thought i was going to puke and or die on the side of the road along with several laughing fits
- passed out blissfully and laughing in my bed and believe it or not i was not sick! ha!

what have i learned:

- shooters are not your friend, although they will make you new ones in no time, they always come back to bite you in the ass
- do not take raunchy photo's with brother-in-law, espically when it's not my camera and i have no control over deleting it
- do not flirt with said brother-in-law, even though he is really, really cute.......
- always pack advil in my over night bag - so regretted not packing drugs my head still hurts

ah, the joys of drinking!

Congrats Jonathan & Tammy it was a beautiful wedding and an even better party

ATTACK of the KILLER house flys

like fer real, i'm so not even kidding i wish to hell i was, and sadly no it wasn't just one fly, no oh no, my house was full, FULL of at least well over 100 fucking house flys. i. kid. you not.

now we have had like 1 or 2 or mabye even 3 in our house at one time before and i always comment to hubby like how do they get in, or better yet i thought that buy "building" a brand spakin new house we wouldn't have this issue as i usually consider or connect them to an older house. don't ask me why i just did. well i don't any more, because we have a problem, or better yet I have a problem as i hate, loathe, disgust any type of insect and once you get a "herd" of them all you can hear is this constant buzzing sound which just makes me shudder just recalling the horror.

so the story goes a little something like this.

i come home from work yesterday just like any other day, only it's really warm, like almost summer weather warm, so it's nice, really nice and sunny, hence the reason these houseflys are out like a banshee and all over the outside of my home. me thinking nothing of it, just enter my house again like any other day (ha) only as i walk through the door, not one or two but (thousands) not sure of the number here but anyways, they all hit me in the face and i hear buzzing, like everywhere and as i slowly turn around, i see them. in fact i almost, almost can't even see my door, that's how many there were. and as i begin to whimper and scream in horror and am now staggering/stumbling futher into my house i see more of them on my other 2 doors. i'm almost now crying at this point and the thought that this is some sort of practical joke that my hubby has played on me crosses my mind but i cross that out as he just wouldn't be that cruel (one would hope)

so with tears in my eyes and a scream captured in my throat i grab my weapon of choice. well really two. i first tried my piece of crapola of a vacuum cleaner, it did well but was just lacking the suction power i desired. so my weapon was........WINDEX and it's sidekick PAPERTOWEL, i think these two would rivel BATMAN and ROBIN as they kicked ASS. still. the fuckers got on me though. like . eww. but it worked. and when hubby got home he thought i made the whole thing up as there were only like 1 or 2 still floating around on the ceiling.

would i make this shit up?

like, no

and sadly, i tried to take a picture to capture all this drama so that i would have proof but the light from the door ruined it all to hell

Movie Review: Step Up

so a girlfriend recently asked me to view this flick, and i being the total dancing queen that i am (ha!) just could not refuse, and it did not let me down or dissapoint.

first of all let me introduce you to my new favorite boytoy:

(yummy!)

yeah, say hello to the lead in this movie, mr. channing tatum. couldn't you just eat him right up? and if that picture doesn't do it for you than perhaps this one will...........

(OMG!!!)

ahem. yeah. nough said bout that

moving on......

ok, what was i talking about here.....oh yeah the movie, right.

so the lead character (above, i know you all just want to scroll back up there for one more look) is Tyler Gage (how sexy/manly eh) who is a rebel from the wrong side of Baltimore's tracks ­ and the only thing that stands between him and an unfulfilled life are his dreams of one day making it out of there. Nora (JENNA DEWAN) is a privileged ballet dancer attending Baltimore's ultra-elite Maryland School of the Arts and the only thing standing in the way of her obviously brilliant future is finding a great dance partner for her senior showcase. When trouble with the law lands Tyler with a community service gig at Maryland School of the Arts, he arrives as an angry outsider, until his skills as a gifted street dancer draw Nora's attention. Now, as sparks fly between them, both on and off stage, Tyler realizes he has just one performance to prove that he can step up to a life far larger than he ever imagined.

sure the storyline is a tad predictable, but i loved all of the characters in this movie and more importantly the dancing was sick and off the hook. my boytoy channing can really freakin move and i had a permanent smile on thru this whole movie. so going to have to own it when it comes out on dvd.

i give it 4 stars out of 5

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rant and rave rampage

so i was going to do a follow up post tying in with my emmy mcnasty fashion post and do a flip version of that and show the dresses that i liked but sorry blogger not co-operating and i'm to damn busy at work, and frankly the emmy's sucked so why bother anyways right? i will mention though that i loved Katherine Heigl's dress and she was my fav pic of the night just so you know or care to know

the last time i checked the calendar it still said August am i not right? well, here in my neck of the woods it is freezing, as in like fall weather type of freezing, i've been wearing sweaters and gasp! socks for the past few days. imagine.

and to make matters worse my office is freezing and i have a fat ass fucker beside me who insists to have the air conditionier on as he's hot, and sweating, and frankly he's really quite disgusting and i wish his office wasn't next to mine but when every single person that comes down this hallway and states "brrr" something has to be wrong don't you think? or when the person beside you (me) has not 1 but 2 sweaters on and her little space heater cranked out to the max, then one would think you would lay off the air or better yet not eat that donut that is in the kitchen. fat fucker. grrr

another thing that really ticks me off here at work is the "bathroom" situation. on my wing their is only the one bathroom that myself and two male employees share, and the random person that comes up from downstairs, but mainly us 3, anyways they never, hardly ever put the toilet seat down. this drives me nuts! you can also hear every bloody little sound in their too, or i think they neglect to turn the fan on but i hate hearing them pee, and i hate how their are little drops of piss on the floor. nice. really makes me want to go pee in their, fer sure

have i mentioned that i hate my latest hair style. yeah. the next time i even suggest getting a body perm on here someone please stop me. hate it hate it hate it. and no i'm not posting a pic.

i've been sleeping terrible lately

did i also mention that my replacement that was hired is leaving/done this friday? cha. like now i have to go back out there again at least until they get a replacement. which sucks ass as i really liked her and she was doing so well and yeah back to square one

i keep forgetting that this weekend is a long weekend, wouldn't you think that i would be excited about that. umm guess not, perhaps come friday? god i hope so

one of our hotties at work also has quit/left us :( one less eye candy to look at

my skin (face) has been oily and greasey the last 2wks and i've got zits galore, red blotches everywhere, and i can not stop picking at them. what is wrong with me??

my desk that i ordered like well over a month ago still has not arrived like what the hell

this week/day whatever is going sooo slow must stop looking at the clock......guess i should do something productive either a)work or b)get caught up on everyone's blogs as i haven't been stopping by.......hmmmm will see

peace out :P