It's more than a hot flash.... **UPDATE****

Key word there "FLASH".  Meaning it happens quick and doesn't last long.  Yesterday it was SIXTEEN degrees, she wore a t-shirt, jeans and crocs (same lady)and the fan was on for HOURS.
Today it is 13, THIRTEEN!!!!! Wind chill is like 8 degrees.
The fan is on, has been on for 30mins now.
She is wearing a sweater. **AND A SCARF

 Then she complained that it was

cold outside.**
I am wearing a sweater.
I am cold.
I would like a hotflash, just to warm up a bit.

Seriously?

It is 16 degrees outside. SIXTEEN. And yet, one of my office mates has her FAN on.
SIXTEEN DEGREES.

Pardon me while I whine.

I have FIVE posts in the DRAFT stage.  Some are half written. Some are just a sentence, or a word to trigger the memory of what I wanted to write about. For some reason, I just can't seem to make myself sit down and finish writing them. I spend tons of time reading other people's blogs, but can't seem to tap back into the juice to write my own. I thought that getting a digital camera would help in the blogging process, but I can't seem to pry it out of my hubby's hands. Seems he's broken the ADULT digital camera, again. And instead of fixing it, just uses mine, a point and shoot. Which kind of explains why I got a camera I just mentioned wanting in passing, instead of the PW Cookbook I actually ASKED for.
Also, I think part of it is there are things going on at home that are weighing on my mind right now. F and I are fine. Just other stuff that I want to share, but don't know if I should and I'm just kind of in a weird place right now. There are days when I wonder why I even bother. I know a lot of bloggers go through it. I know people read "me", but, oh god, this going to sound whiny, but so few comment. And sometimes, that just really gets to me. It shouldn't. I know I've said before I don't write for anyone but me. (half truth)  Then I see how many comments others get and I'll be honest, it's a blow to the ego. So, that is why there are 5 unfinished posts in the draft folder. I realize instead of writing this, I could just be working on one of those. But I just don't have that creative juice right now to try and pick up where I left off on something 2 months ago. No matter how funny it was at the time. To me at least.
Anyway, that's where things are right now.
Sorry this post is such a Debbie Downer.

I'm a TV Watcher

I am an avid TV watcher. I love a good show. Ones that make me cry (Grey's), laugh (Ugly Betty), scream at the TV (god bless you 24, F thinks I'm crazy), think (Lost), chuckle at juvenile behavior(Super Natural) and a whole gambit of other reactions/emotions. It always distresses me when I find a good show, and they cancel it. DEAD STOP. No great wrap up ending. NADA. Drives me nuts!!! I hate opening my TV Guide (which HATE the new format from the get, H.A.T.E.) and it tells me a whole set of new shows are being canceled.


Recently? Doll House. When I watched the pilot, which F actually watched with me, we were both, "Eh, kinda not so good." But we hung in there and it got better, and BETTER. The basis of the show echoes one of the ideas behind The Matrix. i.e. being able to program the brain like a computer. Downloading not only knowledge, but also the personality to go along with it. There are so many levels to this show that have yet to be explored. Moral. Physical. Mental. Legal. But it wasn't doing well enough in the ratings and they canned it.

Pushing Daisies? CANNED. Such a good show. It was nutty, and fresh and just GOOD. I was so upset that it was canceled I missed the final episodes. I have no idea how it ended.

Another one that was ended without an ending, Veronica Mars. They literally left us with a cliffhanger. That is no way to end a series!!!

I always find out about the fan rallies to save a show AFTER the show has been saved. Like Medium. CBS was SMART and picked it up. I wish I knew where to find out about these rallies, because there are so many shows I would have loved to help try and save.

Anyone remember Dark Angel?? Another one ended without a TRUE ending.

I see a pattern here, apparently I'm quite the James Cameron groupie.

I realize all shows survive on ratings. And in this day and age of TiVo and DVRs, I think it is highly irresponsible of the TV industry to still rely so heavily on "LIVE TV" ratings. If you don't watch it when it airs, it doesn't get counted. STUPID. Can I just tell you? I have 7 episodes of Grey's Anatomy on my DVR. I just can't get all my TV watching in when it actually airs. Change your ways TV industry!!!!

Anyway, I am frustrated by it all.

Like a good book, you don't want your shows to end.

But, YOU asked ME

Face book and I have an on again, off again relationship. I do not spend much time on there. I've taken maybe 5 of the quizzes, out of like a MILLION that they have. I rarely update my status, and only occasionally post on other people's wall. I'm pretty sure most of the people I'm "friends" friend requested me, I did not friend request them. Point in fact, this guy I've known since 1st grade, whom I never really cared for, was one of the FIRST people outside of family who friend requested me. Trying to be the bigger person, I accepted. While scrolling through people's updates, I came across a rather rude, or jerky, wall posting by said guy. I don't remember the exact wording but it went something like this, "REPLY TO THIS WALL POSTING TO REMAIN A "FRIEND" OTHERWISE, YOU ARE A "FRIEND" NO LONGER. SO LONG FACEBOOK 'FRIENDS'. "


What the? "So long"? Why not just add the SUCKERS! because he certainly inferred it. It didn't look like many people had replied. I really had to refrain from posting: "You requested me to be your FB FRIEND. I found this completely amazing considering we were never REAL Friends in R.L. anyway. But I thought maybe time had changed you, but alas, I can see it has not. You are still the same attention seeking jerk face you always were. Please do not misunderstand this "reply", I am not seeking acceptance as your friend. I didn't before and I sure as hell am not going to start now. Gladly remove me as a FB 'Friend'."

How can you ax people YOU friend requested? Seriously? That is just way rude. I did not post my reply to his demands.

I feel victorious for not raising to bait.

Jerk face.

Jack is BACK, so you can GO AWAY!

Last night, my sexy save the world, misunderstood, rule breaking, kill anyone who gets in his way; bad boy, TV boyfriend FINALLY came back. That’s right my digital friends, JACK IS BACK. Days in advance I began preparing F for this event. F knows when Jack is around, he is my main focus, nothing else matters. I’ve loved him for 24 hours each season for the last eight. Jack has taught me many useful things that will come in handy when my turn to save the world arrives. I know how to torture using common household items, I know how to hurt you even if my hands are tied behind my back, and I know that breaking the rules is ok when it comes to national security, shoot first, ask questions later, people are more willing to talk when they are in pain and slowly bleeding to death. So do NOT mess with me, I am an avid student of Jack’s.


Knowing his defeat, F went to bed. Jack was well into hour 2 of the season premier last night when F calls to me from the bedroom, “DH! DH! Can you come here?!?!?” I muted the conversation between President Taylor and President Pompadour Hair.

“F, unless you are bleeding to death, can it wait until a commercial?”

“Yes.” ***pause*** “Just come turn off the light when you get a chance.”

“What??!!! Are you freaking KIDDING ME?!?!?!!?!? Shit.”



I believe I’ve shared when F has done this before. Been so lazy he will not get out of bed and turn off the light, 8 feet away. But wants me to come from the other side of the house and do it for him. Needless to say, I did not go shut the light off. When I finally went to bed he was half awake.

F: “whhhhaaaaaa?”

Me: “This crap about coming from the other end of the house to shut the light off? It ends, now. You not getting out of bed to walk the 8 feet to shut off the light is just bullshit lazy.”

Yeah, buddy, you better watch it. Jack is teaching us all kinds of new tricks this season. Last night I learned a whole new use for a fire ax. 4:56pm.

Just sayin.

Why People I Work with Continue to Annoy Me

One of the ladies I work with is going  to have a baby shortly. She's in fact ONE of THREE exceptant moms in our little office. (no, I am not one of the 3) I sent out 2 e-mails explaining that we would be throwing her a shower and that I would be in charge of collecting the donation towards a gift anyone would like to go in on. The shower is THIS FRIDAY.
I just had a co-worker, Miss Snippy in fact, come into my office and ask me, "Have you STARTED collecting for the gift yet??"
****Sigh*****
Only for the last 2.5 weeks.
I realize that might be a bit demanding time wise.  But we did the best we could.

Desensitized??

We've been back here in the Mid-West since 12/30/2009. I haven't written because: A) I've been busy with work, and B) I really have nothing to tell.


As per usual, I came back sick. Am still sick in fact, and so is F. I got sick 2 days before we left; he got sick the morning we left.
Upon my arrival back in the office I heard this statement the most: "SO! You survived!!!" I think maybe I need to stop talking about the Out-Laws at the office.

FIL's most outstanding comment this trip: "You've made it very clear you don't want me eating with you." He yelled this from the other room while MIL, F, and I were in the kitchen chatting after dinner. The entire event went something like this: On my way into the kitchen for dinner I told FIL dinner was ready, he made no sound or movement to let me know he heard me, normal, F does it to me all the time (maybe he didn't hear me, who knows.).
MIL, F and I have a great meal and no one mentions the empty place setting. About 20mins after we finished FIL yells from the other room: "Do you think you could finish so the rest of us can eat????!!!" Mind you, it was only the four of us in the house. The 3 of us look at each other stunned and I yell back, "There's a place here at the table waiting for you."
And that's when he said, "You've made it very clear you don't want me eating with you."
Um, ok. Whatever. I could say the same thing to you.

Other than that, the trip, once again, CALM. No yelling. No fighting. It is the opinion of my friends and co-workers that now that we are married they've come to accept it, and have stopped trying to fight it, or stop it or whatever. I'm still leery. I can't help it. Once bitten, twice shy.


I went shopping with MIL, and I almost had to kill her. See, one of the cousins back in The Homeland is getting married, and since its MIL side of the family, after 20+ yrs, she is going back for a visit and is completely freaked out about it. She is going without FIL. So the traveling, understandably, has her nervous. It is because I understand the situation that I did not in fact do away with her. F went to spend time with M while this shopping trip occurred. MIL feels she needs to buy a gift for all the women folk back in The Homeland. For whatever reason, she assumed, or thought, or hoped, that I, after a year, would remember AND KNOW what sizes all these women wear. Now. Think about that. I spent time with these women, yes. But never was I sizing them up! Taking measurements! And it has been a FULL YEAR since we've been there. Most women will tell you that their weight changes throughout the year. How can I even? I mean. COME ON!!!! For several hours MIL would hold up a shirt or a blouse and ask me if I thought so-and-so would wear this? Did I think this was so-and-so's style? What did they wear when I was with them? (skirts and sweaters, fyi) Over and over and over again we would have this conversation.

My answers: "I guess."

"I don't know."

"Maybe."

"Honestly, I REALLY DO. NOT. KNOW."

When I'd finally had it, I hide out in the dressing room at Dress Barn and texted F: "OMG.I do not know what flipping size anyone wears! That is all."

F: "Are you ok?"

Me: "Yes."

F: "Is she driving you crazy?"

Me: "Yes."

F: "Are you almost done?"

Me: "I think so."

As this is going on I hear MIL; "DH? DH? Where are you????"

Me: "I'm in the dressing room."

MIL: "OH. I thought you ran away."

OMG. I felt like a jerk. Clearly my poker face was not holding up. In my defense, I hadn't eaten all day and had a raging sinus headache that preceded the cold I cannot seem to get rid of. Still. I know. Bad DIL.

Dress Barn completed we headed home for dinner. I have a feeling she will end up returning many of the items she bought. F was very happy that I went shopping with her, "She's always wanted a daughter to go shopping with.” Apparently SIL just doesn't cut it.

And so ends the trip back East.


I leave you with this:

                                              What MIL orginally got me for Christmas.

                                                         That's right FLOWERS. I'm 35.
(You can pick this kicky little number up at Old Navy in case  you were wondering. As Sailor Mouth said when I sent her the pic:"No wonder they are downsizing.")


                                       What we exchanged it for, my choice, from Macy's:

                                             I got SEVERAL compliments on this when I wore it to work.

F got me a digital camera for Christmas, so hopefully my pictures will take a much improved up swing once I start using it.

Pass the Speed Stick

No matter the time of day, time of year, or type of office, without fail, EVERY SINGLE TIME I enter the doctor's office, someone has B.O. Yes, it's true. Sad, but true. And I've narrowed it down to the elderly. I have no idea at what age showering becomes optional, but it apparently does. Most commonly with the men. It happened with my grandfather, even though my grandmother did her best to make him bathe. I just find it odd that it is so prevalent at the doctor's office. I always try to make sure that I'm showered and freshly deodorant-ed before leaving for an appointment. And do the doctors notice? If I smell it the minute I open the office door, how can they NOT smell it when enclosed in 10 X 8 room? Don't they say anything?? Like, "Part of general health is general hygiene."??? Who doesn't feel better after showering?


And no matter where I sit in the office waiting room, I can smell it. And smelling B.O. when you already don't feel well? GAG reflex anyone?? I feel bad for these people. I really do. I count on F to tell me when I stink. Because yes; there are times when I can't smell myself. Far and few between, but it happens. And usually it is maybe a day old funk, or end of day funk, I shower daily, sometimes twice daily. So like I said, it happens rarely. But these people I'm smelling in the dr.'s office? Their smell is more than day old funk. It is SEVERAL days’ worth of funk. I just don't understand it. Especially when the wife is sitting there, hair done, make-up on, and the hubby is smelly. It boggles my mind, it truly does.