I am going to be singing my bootay off for the next two and a half days at the ACDA Western Division Conference! I am going to be so damn busy! I'm not sure what this is going to be like, intense I imagine.
So - yay! I'm so looking forward to this !!!!
Eek!
29 February 2012
26 February 2012
Dear Tax Refund,
It has been a real slice, having you come to visit. We went to a hippy grocery co-op and BabiesRUs, we even spent time at a hibachi restaurant, how awesome was that! We went grocery shopping and bought DVDs at Best Buy. Hell, you even paid the power bill; what a thoughtful guest!
But now it it time for you to go on to bigger and better things, like paying for Abby's doctors' bills and my anesthesiologist's bill. This is what you came to town for and this is where you must go. It has been wonderful and, while I will miss you, I will be very grateful for your sacrifice.
However, on the plus side, you get to visit again this time next year! YAY!
So, adieu for now. Have fun. Thank you! Ta!
~Lorin
But now it it time for you to go on to bigger and better things, like paying for Abby's doctors' bills and my anesthesiologist's bill. This is what you came to town for and this is where you must go. It has been wonderful and, while I will miss you, I will be very grateful for your sacrifice.
However, on the plus side, you get to visit again this time next year! YAY!
So, adieu for now. Have fun. Thank you! Ta!
~Lorin
24 February 2012
Weekend to do list
Blarrrrrrrrrrrr
•kitchen (this is never ending. why do i even own a kitchen?)
•laundry (same. what exactly is the problem with nudity?)
• fix bike tyre and handlebars
• shampoo bedroom carpet
•clean all of abby's bottles
Not too bad this weekend
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• fix bike tyre and handlebars
• shampoo bedroom carpet
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Not too bad this weekend
23 February 2012
You know what time of year it is?
It's time for me to bitch about the fact that there are no movies to go see.
I haven't seen a film at all this year.
Boo
I haven't seen a film at all this year.
Boo
22 February 2012
Yo
I have been terribly slack, I know. Needless to say, I had a bitchin time at Disneyland. We listened to "The Hunger Games" in the car on the way down and started "Catching Fire" on the way back home. I liked the first, but the heroine starts getting really annoying in the second. I haven't finished it yet.
Let's see, then Bitch Face exploded over on TBF and that was funny as all get out.
Gary and I finished the last season of Big Bang Theory on DVD and are about to finish Burn Notice, too. Fortunately we still have Dexter and we just bought Jeeves and Wooster and A Bit of Fry and Laurie, so we have about three or four weeks of TV show(s) left before we're out and we have figure out something else to do with our evenings. I want to buy series 1 of Downton Abbey as I have heard nothing but good things about it. Oh, and I'm 92% sure I'm going to give up on Glee, this half of season 3 has been so damn bad. They have tonight to change my mind.
Let's see, what else? I did a Valentine's day bake sale at work and it was pretty awesome. I have been on a cinnamon sugar kick recently, that sour cream coffee cake recipe I pinned is AMAZING! I have been baking a lot recently, now that I think about it. I'm going to try that riccotta gnocchi either tonight or tomorrow.
On Saturday I finally got to visit my girlfriend who had her baby on the 7th. She's so teeny tiny! And so damn cute! I gave them a blankie from Disneyland.
Annnnnnd, Sunday I had a girls' night and went to the OH MY GAWD wretched show at the smeldo. It was super lame. Then we went to 3rd Street where I did not pick a massive fight with Mike. I was very proud of myself. Instead, he and I had a quite lovely evening making fun of people. (Until I left and he drunk texted me again, go figure)
Monday I slept until 2:00. It was amazing! After that, I did nothing ALL DAY! It was super awesome.
The only problem with a three day weekend is that it comes to an end.
Let's see, then Bitch Face exploded over on TBF and that was funny as all get out.
Gary and I finished the last season of Big Bang Theory on DVD and are about to finish Burn Notice, too. Fortunately we still have Dexter and we just bought Jeeves and Wooster and A Bit of Fry and Laurie, so we have about three or four weeks of TV show(s) left before we're out and we have figure out something else to do with our evenings. I want to buy series 1 of Downton Abbey as I have heard nothing but good things about it. Oh, and I'm 92% sure I'm going to give up on Glee, this half of season 3 has been so damn bad. They have tonight to change my mind.
Let's see, what else? I did a Valentine's day bake sale at work and it was pretty awesome. I have been on a cinnamon sugar kick recently, that sour cream coffee cake recipe I pinned is AMAZING! I have been baking a lot recently, now that I think about it. I'm going to try that riccotta gnocchi either tonight or tomorrow.
On Saturday I finally got to visit my girlfriend who had her baby on the 7th. She's so teeny tiny! And so damn cute! I gave them a blankie from Disneyland.
Annnnnnd, Sunday I had a girls' night and went to the OH MY GAWD wretched show at the smeldo. It was super lame. Then we went to 3rd Street where I did not pick a massive fight with Mike. I was very proud of myself. Instead, he and I had a quite lovely evening making fun of people. (Until I left and he drunk texted me again, go figure)
Monday I slept until 2:00. It was amazing! After that, I did nothing ALL DAY! It was super awesome.
The only problem with a three day weekend is that it comes to an end.
17 February 2012
15 February 2012
Wow
I just lost my favorite DAG (yes, the one I talk mad smack about all the time) and I am completly heart broken.
Oh well, I might actually get some work done without him pestering me all the time.
*Sad Panda*
Oh well, I might actually get some work done without him pestering me all the time.
*Sad Panda*
13 February 2012
Ok, that's fine. I'll just put it here then, shall I?
I don't care how long you feel the need to insult me. Nor do I even care how long you want to insult my intelligence or education. I saw two women getting very upset and wanted to ask them to calm down. You were very upset, to the point of dropping multiple F-bombs. I didn't think that was very calm, so I said something about it.
My lands! Where to start? It’s like a cornucopia of judgmental ignorance! Mmmmm. . . breakfast! First, I can insult you all day long, but. . . meh. I have achieved my goal and the other forumites have gown bored and moved on. So too, shall I. But not far, just to your next statement: Dearest, you are not the Forum police. It is not your job to calm the rowdy populace. If you want someone to calm down, say so, something along the lines of, “Whoa, this is getting intense!” Alas, you chose to be condescending. That does tend to piss people off, I find. “PUT THIS PAPER BAG OVER YOUR FACE, YOU HYSTERICAL FUCKING NUTJOB WOMAN!” is not generally the way to go.
And you're right, I shouldn't have said "mommy card". Next time I'll simply ask that people put their emotions back in their pockets.
I must reiterate my statement that you are not the Forum Sheriff and it is not your duty to ask people to “put their emotions back in their pockets.” Not your job. At all.
I really don't care if my having an opinion bothers you.
Your having an opinion does not bother me at all, you being a lemming would be far more obnoxious. But you’re not and good for you! What you are is a bitch. And that is wonderful! Love it! Accept it! Embrace it! But please kindly back up your “facts” with um. . . you know. . . facts? Have an opinion, but don’t hold it so supreme. Sometimes you are *GASP!* wrong. Have the good grace to accept that, acknowledge it and if necessary, apologize. It won’t kill you.
You seem to be offended by everything you don't agree with. I'm sorry you get upset by nearly everything I say. Frankly, I don't care if you like what I say or not. I don't care if you respect me.
And this is where you seem to be getting a wee itty bit confused. You appear to be laboring under the delusion that you know me and to use a lovely catch phrase “Grrrrrrrrrrrrl! You don’t know me!” I do not get upset by everything you say. Generally I ignore the shit out of you. I can think of several occasions where you have hacked me off, but very few to which I have deigned to respond. Please cite your sources, dear, as I disagree with you and am offended. (Ok, that was pure snark.) You have just sublimely described your number one fault – you get wildly bent out of shape if anyone dares to have an opinion contrary to yours, but you also have this petulant little habit of just saying things that have no basis in reality and then you get in a strop if someone points that out. I’m referring here to THIS thread, the bit about the sizing. There are others, but I can’t be bothered.
But I am off topic again, where were we? Oh yes, you think I get offended by everything you say. Um, no. Sorry. You really aren’t that important in my life. You are a person on the internet. Think about that. Think about the fact that you took time out of your day to write me a long, detailed and clearly emotional nasty-gram. (To which, I get to respond! Lord! It’s like Christmas came early!)
If it makes you feel better, you've lost any respect I had for you a while ago. You crack jokes about being a bitch. Well, I think you've earned that title by going off on people for stating an opinion. We're all entitled to our opinions, and I think it's wrong of you to think your opinion more valid or correct
I must confess, that I wasn’t even aware that I felt bad about losing your respect for me? Gracious, it’s a good thing you’re here! I do crack jokes about being a bitch. I am a bitch. And I didn’t earn that title, I gave it to myself. It is who I choose to be. Don’t feel bad.
I honestly don’t know what kind of lovely life you live, dearest, where everyone agrees with each other all the time. No one ever disagrees? No one ever engages in academic discussion and argument? “That must be frustrating.” Again, I think you need to re-evaluate to whom you are speaking. Or cite me doing this. I simply have no idea to what you are referring, darling.
just because you popped a kid out. You don't know everything about anything, and I think you forget that.
And this is where we seem to get to the heart of the matter: Problems, dearest? Not caused by me, I assure you. Not caused by any one on the Forum. I didn’t say anything to that effect. I cannot control what you infer, but this seems to speak to a deeper, personal issue that I have no opinion on. You might want to take a Percocet and deal with this on your own time.
I simply cannot fathom getting so upset over what goes on on the internet! What is this new breed of forum user? Where do you all come from? What internet have you people been using for the last 10 years? Certainly not the same one I have! On your internet, strangely akin to the Other world on Fringe, there seems to be peace, love and joy and no one is ever mean. Everyone is nice to each other all the time and there is respect and hot chocolate. Isn’t that charming? On this internet, it’s kind of different: We express what we feel and how we think and if people get offended – who gives a fuck? I’m not here to be your friend. I have friends. I’m sure you have friends. I’m not here to make you like me and I think I must have missed your memo where you explained to me that you are here to make me like you. Well. . . sorry. I don’t. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of, darling! You’re allowed to dislike people! I’m allowed to dislike people! But I’ll tell you what I told Ed, (or rather, I’ll paraphrase and reshape for context) if the TBF were a less strictly enforced forum, you would have been (would be? Not sure about the tense here. Stupid hypotheticals!) in a world of hurt. You have presented your ass to be flamed so very many times it’s actually kind of cute. BUT! no one did! Because it is not tolerated on the TBF. Anywhere else, however (here specifically) it’s all about the lulz and you would be n00b meat.
So, whatever. I'm done with that stupid thread. I'm done shouting publically at each other. If you want to continue to insult me in any thread, feel free. Just know this is the last direct response you'll get from me on anything.
I hope you enjoy the quiet.
I’m so glad you chose to end with this! My own response is simply this: I know you are, but what am I? (see what I did there?)
My lands! Where to start? It’s like a cornucopia of judgmental ignorance! Mmmmm. . . breakfast! First, I can insult you all day long, but. . . meh. I have achieved my goal and the other forumites have gown bored and moved on. So too, shall I. But not far, just to your next statement: Dearest, you are not the Forum police. It is not your job to calm the rowdy populace. If you want someone to calm down, say so, something along the lines of, “Whoa, this is getting intense!” Alas, you chose to be condescending. That does tend to piss people off, I find. “PUT THIS PAPER BAG OVER YOUR FACE, YOU HYSTERICAL FUCKING NUTJOB WOMAN!” is not generally the way to go.
And you're right, I shouldn't have said "mommy card". Next time I'll simply ask that people put their emotions back in their pockets.
I must reiterate my statement that you are not the Forum Sheriff and it is not your duty to ask people to “put their emotions back in their pockets.” Not your job. At all.
I really don't care if my having an opinion bothers you.
Your having an opinion does not bother me at all, you being a lemming would be far more obnoxious. But you’re not and good for you! What you are is a bitch. And that is wonderful! Love it! Accept it! Embrace it! But please kindly back up your “facts” with um. . . you know. . . facts? Have an opinion, but don’t hold it so supreme. Sometimes you are *GASP!* wrong. Have the good grace to accept that, acknowledge it and if necessary, apologize. It won’t kill you.
You seem to be offended by everything you don't agree with. I'm sorry you get upset by nearly everything I say. Frankly, I don't care if you like what I say or not. I don't care if you respect me.
And this is where you seem to be getting a wee itty bit confused. You appear to be laboring under the delusion that you know me and to use a lovely catch phrase “Grrrrrrrrrrrrl! You don’t know me!” I do not get upset by everything you say. Generally I ignore the shit out of you. I can think of several occasions where you have hacked me off, but very few to which I have deigned to respond. Please cite your sources, dear, as I disagree with you and am offended. (Ok, that was pure snark.) You have just sublimely described your number one fault – you get wildly bent out of shape if anyone dares to have an opinion contrary to yours, but you also have this petulant little habit of just saying things that have no basis in reality and then you get in a strop if someone points that out. I’m referring here to THIS thread, the bit about the sizing. There are others, but I can’t be bothered.
But I am off topic again, where were we? Oh yes, you think I get offended by everything you say. Um, no. Sorry. You really aren’t that important in my life. You are a person on the internet. Think about that. Think about the fact that you took time out of your day to write me a long, detailed and clearly emotional nasty-gram. (To which, I get to respond! Lord! It’s like Christmas came early!)
If it makes you feel better, you've lost any respect I had for you a while ago. You crack jokes about being a bitch. Well, I think you've earned that title by going off on people for stating an opinion. We're all entitled to our opinions, and I think it's wrong of you to think your opinion more valid or correct
I must confess, that I wasn’t even aware that I felt bad about losing your respect for me? Gracious, it’s a good thing you’re here! I do crack jokes about being a bitch. I am a bitch. And I didn’t earn that title, I gave it to myself. It is who I choose to be. Don’t feel bad.
I honestly don’t know what kind of lovely life you live, dearest, where everyone agrees with each other all the time. No one ever disagrees? No one ever engages in academic discussion and argument? “That must be frustrating.” Again, I think you need to re-evaluate to whom you are speaking. Or cite me doing this. I simply have no idea to what you are referring, darling.
just because you popped a kid out. You don't know everything about anything, and I think you forget that.
And this is where we seem to get to the heart of the matter: Problems, dearest? Not caused by me, I assure you. Not caused by any one on the Forum. I didn’t say anything to that effect. I cannot control what you infer, but this seems to speak to a deeper, personal issue that I have no opinion on. You might want to take a Percocet and deal with this on your own time.
I simply cannot fathom getting so upset over what goes on on the internet! What is this new breed of forum user? Where do you all come from? What internet have you people been using for the last 10 years? Certainly not the same one I have! On your internet, strangely akin to the Other world on Fringe, there seems to be peace, love and joy and no one is ever mean. Everyone is nice to each other all the time and there is respect and hot chocolate. Isn’t that charming? On this internet, it’s kind of different: We express what we feel and how we think and if people get offended – who gives a fuck? I’m not here to be your friend. I have friends. I’m sure you have friends. I’m not here to make you like me and I think I must have missed your memo where you explained to me that you are here to make me like you. Well. . . sorry. I don’t. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of, darling! You’re allowed to dislike people! I’m allowed to dislike people! But I’ll tell you what I told Ed, (or rather, I’ll paraphrase and reshape for context) if the TBF were a less strictly enforced forum, you would have been (would be? Not sure about the tense here. Stupid hypotheticals!) in a world of hurt. You have presented your ass to be flamed so very many times it’s actually kind of cute. BUT! no one did! Because it is not tolerated on the TBF. Anywhere else, however (here specifically) it’s all about the lulz and you would be n00b meat.
So, whatever. I'm done with that stupid thread. I'm done shouting publically at each other. If you want to continue to insult me in any thread, feel free. Just know this is the last direct response you'll get from me on anything.
I hope you enjoy the quiet.
I’m so glad you chose to end with this! My own response is simply this: I know you are, but what am I? (see what I did there?)
11 February 2012
Hopefully
Tomorrow will be so awesome that I will be 100% distracted from the fact that I am depressed as hell that I am in Disneyland with my mother and sisters and not with my husband and kidlette.
But for now, I am in my hotel room, pouting about how much I miss them.
And by pouting, I mean crying.
But for now, I am in my hotel room, pouting about how much I miss them.
And by pouting, I mean crying.
10 February 2012
Three Hours and 40 minutes until Disneyland!
I am still here, but I am so out of here. I haven’t been to the DL in a BAZILLION MAILLION YEARS! I was disappointed to have to disinvite Gary, he has two exams and a term paper due on Monday and that inherently precludes gallivanting around the countryside, riding plastic elephants. So, sadly, the Abs will have to wait to experience Disneyland. Not that she’s really going to get anything out of it at seven months old. But it still would have been fun.
I am getting exactly enough from my tax return to pay off ALL of the hospital bills AND my Gap card. How awesome is that? That only leaves me with the unholy Visa Bill, the Discover and the MOR card which will be paid off by April (The MOR card, not all three). SWEET!
The Forum Drama has been awesome, PONY HATRED FTW? And who is this Red Dragon, reborn sleeping dragon? Dragon person? Getting an odd vibe off that one. . .
As you can probably tell from my sudden drop off the face of the planet, I got really really sick. And whatever it was was kicking my ass. I literally could not get out of bed on Saturday. After I got home from rehearsal, I went from the bed to the toilet to pee and back to bed. That was all. Rehearsal consisted of me shivering in a little ball in the back of the church, trying not to cry from feeling shitty. That sucked. AND! My girlfriend just had her baby and I can’t go to see her until I finish my amox, which will be on Wednesday. Fucking virus. *pout*
Another product of my being dead last weekend – the house is a full on pigsty. All the boxes from the IKEA trip are still sitting on the dining room floor, I have three clean bottles for Abby (I think) and there are roving bands of Archie hair setting up an invasion force under any and all furniture items. So not cool. AND even more not cool, I won’t be here this weekend to clean it and as I said, Gary is way too busy to take care of it alone. So. . . yeah. . . I will have to fight the forces of Doggie Hair on Tuesday.
Because on Monday after rehearsal, I have to bake. YAY! (?) I think I told you, but I am in charge of this office’s breakfast bar this year. Every payday Friday, we offer a light breakfast for nominal prices. Well, for some reason, because I’m surrounded by girls and because I love to bake, it was decided that we are doing a Valentine’s Bake sale. I’m making some cookies, a red-velvet cake (that’ll be fun, I’ve never made one before – but I have Alton Brown on my side and together, we can do no wrong), some mini brioches and we are going to try that frozen hot chocolate you may have seen floating around Pinterest. So. . . yay! Death by sugar! And isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is really all about?
I also need to get the before/after photos of the kidlette’s room into a slide show.
I am getting exactly enough from my tax return to pay off ALL of the hospital bills AND my Gap card. How awesome is that? That only leaves me with the unholy Visa Bill, the Discover and the MOR card which will be paid off by April (The MOR card, not all three). SWEET!
The Forum Drama has been awesome, PONY HATRED FTW? And who is this Red Dragon, reborn sleeping dragon? Dragon person? Getting an odd vibe off that one. . .
As you can probably tell from my sudden drop off the face of the planet, I got really really sick. And whatever it was was kicking my ass. I literally could not get out of bed on Saturday. After I got home from rehearsal, I went from the bed to the toilet to pee and back to bed. That was all. Rehearsal consisted of me shivering in a little ball in the back of the church, trying not to cry from feeling shitty. That sucked. AND! My girlfriend just had her baby and I can’t go to see her until I finish my amox, which will be on Wednesday. Fucking virus. *pout*
Another product of my being dead last weekend – the house is a full on pigsty. All the boxes from the IKEA trip are still sitting on the dining room floor, I have three clean bottles for Abby (I think) and there are roving bands of Archie hair setting up an invasion force under any and all furniture items. So not cool. AND even more not cool, I won’t be here this weekend to clean it and as I said, Gary is way too busy to take care of it alone. So. . . yeah. . . I will have to fight the forces of Doggie Hair on Tuesday.
Because on Monday after rehearsal, I have to bake. YAY! (?) I think I told you, but I am in charge of this office’s breakfast bar this year. Every payday Friday, we offer a light breakfast for nominal prices. Well, for some reason, because I’m surrounded by girls and because I love to bake, it was decided that we are doing a Valentine’s Bake sale. I’m making some cookies, a red-velvet cake (that’ll be fun, I’ve never made one before – but I have Alton Brown on my side and together, we can do no wrong), some mini brioches and we are going to try that frozen hot chocolate you may have seen floating around Pinterest. So. . . yay! Death by sugar! And isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is really all about?
I also need to get the before/after photos of the kidlette’s room into a slide show.
07 February 2012
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