Whatcha gonna do

This week has gone fairly week. How surprising.

So I tried something new with Beyotch. I chose to find something to compliment on her every couple of days. Obviously she liked it because today she told me that I looked really good in my ball cap. I know – what an odd thing to comment on, but I just kept saying thank you. Rumor also has it that she is thinking of retiring in January. I tried very hard not to jump with glee when I heard that. She is putting her house up this weekend and is hoping it will sell so she can move in January. (Did anyone mention to her that it is June and people usually do a 45-day move in, not 6 months?)

Got The Harlequin by Laurell K Hamilton last Friday. What timing since I had nothing to do that night. The universe loves me sometimes. Heehee. So I put the book in the kitchen as I cooked supper (so I could gaze lovingly at it). Then I moved it in the living room during supper. D went out for the night and I made juice and cleaned up before giving in to the Need to read the book. And with a couple stops for refills and munchies, I finished the book that night. Rockin’. The book was awesome. I love Nathaniel more and more each book, each reading. I so want my own little wife. I am still amazed at my willpower – I waited like 2 hours before I lay on the couch and devoured the book. Sighhhh!

Finally got to spend some time with milady. We haven’t spent a lot of girl time in a while due to life, etc. It was great. We even went to BPs (I know – shocking) and oh my goodness, the cactus cut nachos were to die for! The French onion soup – not so much. The Vanilla Bean Cheesecake – very so much! Heehee. I think things are settling in again for awhile, so I can start seeing some of my other friends and doing lunch, etc. Girl time is always great and often very needed.

Anyway, nothing really important to declare right now, so I should go make supper. It looks the rain has stopped again so I can bbq. Yeah!

What should I title this?

Here are some ideas that have jumped into my head:

Facebook sucks
My self-esteem is low and I need more hugs
My dad looks awesome
Why is it that every holiday ends up being a race of how much I can get done?
It is hard to be reminded of what you do not have anymore aka he was mine first!

Of course some of those require explanations that I would rather not go into, so…

Facebook – I don’t see the appeal – putting up your name and pic to the world for anyone to befriend. Sorry. There are people in my past I don’t want to know that I am still alive. There are people that aren’t my friends now that I don’t wanna call friends on Facebook. To me, it’s like your high school reunion – you want to see how much people have changed, how much better you are than them. I don’t want to go to my high school reunion. High school was not the best years of my life and I would rather leave who I was then in the past. I got introduced to Facebook by an invitation from a elementary school friend – who I would love to get in touch with again (we ran into each other 4 years ago, and I don’t have her new email addy). Then all the friends began to get into it and Facebook was popping into blog conversations. Now it comes up in actual conversation. Gotta admit, the creators have something - just not what I want to be involved in. If you could use a pseudo-name, then maybe I would use it. But for now, no thanks.

My dad looks awesome - My dad has lost 52 pounds on Dr. Bernstein’s diet. While the diet itself scares the carp out of me, I am very happy for my father. He looks good, he has energy now and he is exercising. He stopped smoking and he says that he is not starving. I am very proud that he is committing to this. I want my daddy to live a long time.

Why is it that every holiday ends up being a race of how much I can get done? – Seriously. The first weekend, I took off. I relaxed, I didn’t commit to too much. It rocked. Then as the week progressed, speed picked up and by Saturday, I was running around trying to get everything done for the party on Saturday, d&d on Sunday and prepping for the baby shower on Tuesday. I mean, sheesh. Friday was shop day. We picked up decorations and food. We also cleaned the house. Saturday was shopping (not a single tablecloth in my house fits the new table at its longest and none are similar enough to fake it), chopping and preparing. The party itself seemed to go well. D had lots to drink (joys of being the b-day) while I cooked and cleaned and tried to keep myself involved. I had to take a few minute break part way through – it was just too much for me – too much to do, too much of not fitting in and not being able to contribute to conversations, too much memories of times gone past. I feel good that the last people to leave took an hour to leave. Course I was exhausted by the time they did leave and I still had to do some dishes to save myself some work the next morning. Sunday, my parents and bro came by for tea and then d&d in the evening.

D&d is interesting. We are starting a new campaign in Eberron, the new world. It is a very interesting world. I guess the problem I am having is that we all created characters separately. We didn’t make a group that was cohesive from the start. And if you know anything about the world, it comes across as more social than the usual dungeon crawling. So I know I made a character that is very social, very urban oriented – as did most other people. And the DM throws us into a wilderness environment when we are still trying to get to know each other.

On a friend’s blog – just as an aside – he talks about characters’ deaths. I know I invest a lot of time into creating a character. I build a background and I spend time getting inside the character to figure out what she is about, what she knows, what she wants to know, what she wants from life. Death is always a possibility in any gaming society. I don’t think a character’s death has to be dramatic or poignant or central to the plot, but I know that in the past when something stupid has happened and my character has died for seemingly no reason, I get mad. I didn’t spend all this time on creating a character just to have her die, because someone in the party thought her hair was stupid, or because a random rock fell on the side of the cliff and landed on her head. I know people sometimes die in real life for stupid reasons. I want my character’s death to mean something to the character. I want the character to live as long as possible. After all, a character is really just you trying something different. I want a chance to live the life of an adventurer, a thief, or a fighter. I want the chance to step outside of my boundaries and try something new in a safe environment, where I, as myself, will not be mocked. Ahh - the world of pretend. Heehee.

Anyway, I should go work on the bill paying and maybe have some supper sometime – did I mention we have so much salad that I think we will be having it everyday this week? Heh – the fun of parties.

Did y’all miss me?

So I am back from the depths of small city heck. I was there doing training for two weeks for my job and now I am back and edumakated. Yup, I shor am. Heehee. What call I tell you about small city heck. I couldn’t call it a city the whole time I was there. I kept referring to it as a small town. That is the attitude of everyone and goodness knows the city planners were on crack. No really. It took me 4 days to see a 7-11 or Mac’s. Here, I know of 3 within a 5-10 minute drive. The residential areas are just that – houses. Stores are along main streets or in the outskirts. And for a town of 200,000 – I found 1 goth store and 5 tattoo parlors.

Was it worth going? My overall view is – it is better than I expected, but not as good as I hoped. That is what I tell anyone at work who asks. Aren’t I corporately vague? Heehee. I learned a bit, got reminded of more and some of it really just didn’t hit the depth it needed to.

More importantly it was a break from my office. The Thursday before I left, we had a team meeting in which Beyotch and her two cronies decided to berate me for 5-10 minutes in the middle of the meeting. And when the team leader finally stepped up and laid down the law, she took it as “good, he put her in her place.” No, she did not notice that he was standing up for me and putting everyone in their place. No, his speech was all for me. I was clutching my hands so hard during her crap, my thumb was vibrating and I refused to look up because it would have been a look full of hate.

So I am back and I am acting supervisor this week and today she decided to be all buddy-buddy. Did I mention I hate hypocrites? And I really hate fakes. And I am not so stupid to fall into your trap. Bite me Beyotch!

Anyway, at the goth store in small city heck, I picked up a couple pieces of jewelry from Alchemy Gothic. Love their stuff. Really nice stuff, at a really decent price. The SIL thought the store was expensive – righhht. Considering her tastes, I am surprised she didn’t say it was dollar store like. Found some really cute bags that I almost bought. I loved the Love is just friendship set on Fire bag. Totally rockin’.

Last Saturday was the Masque Ball – let’s just say after two weeks of being sociable in small city heck, I was all socialed out. I really should have just went home earlier, but I kept hoping it would get better, that someone would shoe that I know besides the very few there. I can only assume that they expected A LOT more people. As it was, it was like a small house party. I just didn’t want to play nice with people.

This Saturday is the Tiki party. Besides needing clothes, it should be fun. I hope the management has cut the lawn though, that could be interesting. Heehee. Have to see if we need to bring anything – chairs, food etc.

Oh and did you hear about paris? She doesn’t even deserve a capital P. She is out after 3 days because of medical reasons, so she is on house arrest for 40 days (she gets credited 5 days for good behavior). Screw that. Once again she has manipulated the situation to her benefit. She can’t go to parties, but no one said that parties couldn’t come to her. And she has a 3000-4000 square feet range – isn’t her mansion bigger than that? Will she be forced to stay out of the pool? Poor paris. I mean, really, did you ever think that maybe she needs the wake up call? Maybe she needs to be someone’s bitch and learn about life and that she is not all that. No, she is paris, she must be protected – can’t you hear the boys saying that. Puhlease.

Anyway, I should head to bed. Still trying to catch up with sleep and I need to put one more load of laundry in. Oops. I was supposed to be doing chores. I got a lot done. No one is home to tell me otherwise. Heehee.