Random thoughts...from a random redhead.

Monday, January 31, 2005

It was the shortest longest weekend ever

And now for the REAL post I was going to make today...

My living room/dining room are now a lovely shade of Cincinnatian Hotel Taupe. Painting is a big pain. I never want to do it again. It's funny how easily I forget that I say that every time I paint something.
This weekend I had Greek Pizza. Here's the recipe:
1 can of refrigerated pizza dough (unless you feel like making your own...)
1/2 cup of pesto
2 grilled chicken breasts, shredded
1/2 cup of red onions, thinly sliced
1/2 cup of calamata olives, pitted and chopped
1/2 cup of marinated mushrooms
10 cherry tomatoes, quartered
3/4 cup of feta cheese, crumbled

Spread the dough out onto a pizza stone or a cookie sheet. Layer the ingredients starting with the pesto and ending with the cheese. Bake at 350 until crust is GBD (golden brown and delicious).
I ate the above at an impromptu "dinner party" with a couple of my friends. T and I are going to make a cake for an upcoming "adult" party that she is hosting at her house. Since this is a PG rated site (ok sometimes rated R, but still...) I'll just give you a link instead of the picture. Go ahead and look, I'll wait...

naughty cake

This cake decorating thing is addicting I tell you. You start out with a nice round cake with flowers and swirly things all over and before you know it you're making cakes that look like a man who is whacking the spam javelin.
I sent a sappy card to my husband for Valentine's Day. It's sad because I'm almost embarassed. I don't send sappy cards. I make fun of people who sent cards with curly fonts and people walking hand in hand on a beach. So why on earth did I decide to do it?? Deployments do funny things to people. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I think I will paint flames onto my stand mixer. Sort of like this...but white.
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Asshats aplenty

It appears (to some) that in reading my blog, I may seem to be a bit whiny. Now, I realize that there are others in situations much worse than my own. The thing is, although I can sympathize, I really don't care what other people are going through when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about them when I write because I am writing about ME. Not anyone else. When I write about ME and what I AM feeling, it's obviously written from a selfish point of view. I wish people in this country could learn what the OFF button on their TV's and radios are for as well as that if they're looking for monkey porn, this is obviously not the right place to look. Sorry to disappoint you, but if you choose to read what I write, you're going to have to put up with my whiny, pity, woe-is-me attitude once in a while.

Oh and just in case any of you were wondering, I'm not a lesbian (but I play one on tv).

Thursday, January 27, 2005


There's no "official" word (is there ever?) but it looks like Jeff's deployment is being extended again...indefinitely (what else would it be?). Media sources really like to use that word, it's very dramatic. I'd prefer to not know anything until they are on the way home. Then again, they've been turned around before. I just want this whole thing to be over. I'm selfish. Screw the thousands of homeless tsunami victims...I want my husband to come home. Send someone else's ship there.
Mr. Creepy, who has been attempting unsuccessfully to keep a low profile after that whole suspension fiasco, thinks Joe Hardwareguy is out of shape because he can't lift a LaserJet printer by himself. I told him maybe he didn't want to be crippled from lifting something that heavy. He said "yeah, but then we get L&I!". Moron...Why should he or anyone get to collect L&I simply for being a stupid I-don't-need-help lifting-heavy-objects idiot?
This week, in general, has been pretty crappy. Maybe the planets are out of alignment, maybe the full moon is affecting my mood, maybe my hormones are raging (and not in a good way). I don't know, but work's been stressful, my toilet overflowed and flooded my bathroom again, the cake I made for my final cake class fell over when I brought it home and crumbled into a million tiny pieces. There's more than that but I can't think of it right now. So I'm actually looking forward to this weekend...when I get to paint my living room, dining room, and hallway. Come join my pity party.
One of my new year's resolutions last year was to stop using so many ...'s when I type. Brian says people who use lots of ...'s just don't know how to write. FINALLY someone understands! (ok, so I just got around to writing about that, that's just how my brain works... HA! THERE!........)

Monday, January 24, 2005

Just a girl...

This morning a man came into our office asking how to dispose of his old PC. I started to take his name when he saw some of the network engineers in the back and said "Nevermind, I'll go talk to them, they will know." as if to say "you silly female, you can't possibly help me, I'll go talk to some men because men always know what to do..." Um. Fine, JACKASS. I didn't want to help you anyway.
I'm PMS'ing and I know I'm overreacting, but things like that REALLY get under my skin.
Yesterday was a landmark day. I deleted my Jamie Oliver voice mail...on purpose! It's not from him, per se, but rather it's him talking while giving an interview last year at the book signing I attended in Seattle. I know, I'm pathetic, but I have had this voice mail for almost a year so I was a little sad to get rid of it. Jeff will be happy though...
I'm starting to feel the crunch as the date of our move gets closer. In about 4 months I will be in the midst of packing up my stuff and moving 3000 miles to the other side of the country. I've done that in the past, but I've always had more time to prepare. Unfortunately the Navy doesn't care if I'm prepared or not. The good thing about moving though is that finally, after 3 years, we will have a "normal" family. What a novel idea! And hey, instead of being a single parent for months on end and having to go through all of the adjustments of Jeff having to go out to sea all of the time, it'll be like we are a REAL LIVE family with soccer games and after school activities and doctor's appointments and house work and home improvement projects! I can have a CLEAN HOUSE and help my daughter with her homework and make dinner for everyone. You know, the kind that we eat every night, at the same time, around a table.
Don't I just sound like Betty Fucking Crocker...

Friday, January 21, 2005

Happy Hugging Day

Every day is a "national xxxxx day" it seems. Today is National Hugging Day.
So be nice and give someone a hug.
I think Diane Keanton is secretly a man. Every time we see her, not only does she look as if she's trying to hide some hideous rash that's covered her from head to toe, she also seems to be confused on whether to wear a suit or a dress (so she opts for a litle of both).

hmmm i should submit her to Fug...
This article (sub. required, but it's free) from the NY Times pretty much summed up my feelings on the inauguration of Dubya. How much body armor could $40,000,000 have bought for soldiers fighting in Iraq?

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Sign on the dotted line

Ever wonder what kind of signature you could get away with?

Wonder no more.

I think I'm going to use an arrow for my one steal my idea.

Monday, January 17, 2005


I have Gmail invites if anyone wants one.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

I laughed, I cried, I bought some candles...

That sort of sums up my weekend.

I've had a really shitty week, to be honest, mostly because of the extension but also because my daughter has been driving me mad. To say the least, I'm glad it's over.
What really bothers me is I never really know what's going to upset me. I've had more than a few "mini breakdowns" this week where I sort of just fall to pieces for a few minutes, but then once it's out of my system, I'm fine.
I think the thing that bothers me most about this whole thing is not necessarily the fact that I have to wait longer to see my husband (we've done the 10 month deployment...this isn't that bad). It's the frustration of not only not knowing when he is coming home (or even when they're going to make a decision about when they're coming home) but also not being able to do a damn thing to change it. I know Jeff feels the same way and is just as frustrated and mad as I am, which is itself also frustrating because the only way we can communicate that with each other is over email and I really have a sense of not being able to help him or "be there" for him. I think email has really spoiled us. I don't know how people managed before it.
To try to get myself out of this funk, I went to a PartyLite party. It's the equivalent of a Tupperware party, but with candle paraphernalia instead. I managed to get out of there with just a candle that matches my bedspread; a first for me.

Oh, and I can't remember what I laughed about. I'm sure it'll come to me...eventually

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Well that really sucks...really...a lot

We received the news yesterday that Jeff's ship has been extended for an indefinite period of time (oh how this rings of January 2003...). The actual verbage of the email we all got was "we'll know in about 2 weeks when we can set a date for homecoming".

On top of that, I read this article that, to me, seems to make this entire effort into a political thing (surprise, surprise). Apparently the countries that we are digging out of this mess don't even really want our help.

No, I'm not bitter...

Monday, January 10, 2005

"See, this is why George Bush is so dumb..."

I'm not going to argue that George Bush isn't dumb, but it's certainly not because he sent one of the largest aircraft carriers in the world to help out in the tsunami disaster. You know, the one that can make water and electricity and transport people and supplies with helicopters that it can maintain on board...yeah that one. The one that my husband just so happens to be on right at this very minute.

Link from Varifrank via MSNBC via David

Friday, January 07, 2005

Things that make you go..."WTF??"

How do these people get elected to public office?

There is an ignorant asshole Representative from Virginia who is moving pass a bill to require women who have spontaneous miscarriages to report it to the police no more than 12 hours after it happens. If she doesn't, she can get a year in jail and/or $2500 fine.

There are so many flaws with this, I don't even know where to begin, thankfully, there are other people who've done a better job of ranting about it than me. Sometimes I get so livid about things that every coherent thought falls right out of my head.

And this is the state that I'm meant to be moving to in 5 months time...I just can't wait.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Born. Eat. Shag. Die.

Yay the Mayfly Project is back again!
Have you submitted your 2004 yet? Why not???

Here was my submission.

misdirected love, realization, rediscovery, healing, miss him!, our ESP working again, he really is the One, i can't wait

Kinda profound, eh? So what are you waiting for?

I bet you didn't know...

that I have a scar on my leg that my mom told me was a birthmark, but it's really where she dropped a hot pan on me when I was 3.
that I nearly had an abortion when I found out I was pregnant at 18.
that my "magic number" is 15, but only 2 people know that.
that the first time I had sex was on a kitchen floor.
that I've never seen a single episode of not even one.
that I secretly wish I could be a stay-at-home mom.
that I can play "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd on the guitar.
that I'm a little bit shy in person.
that I was married and divorced by the time I was 21.
that my favorite ice cream flavor is Mint Chocolate Chip.
that I'm married.(well you might know that...)
that I got married in Vegas and no family attended (because we didn't invite them!)
that I've never had a broken bone.
that I've sprained both of my ankles more times than I can remember.
that I've lived in 12 different houses...10 of them in the last 10 years.
that my last apartment had more square footage than the house I live in now.
that I've never been to a Halloween party.
that I once built my own computer.
that I like the sound that my shoes make when I walk...especially my boots.
that I was in a fender bender on the first night that I had my license, but my parents don't know that (until now that is...)
that I once bought those pills that make your boobs flash THEY DON'T WORK! (i know, shock horror.)
that the carpet matches the drapes.
that I can't stand it when there is toothpaste left in the sink...RINSE IT OUT!
that the smallest size I've been is 10.
that I'm currently the largest size I've ever been, even when I was pregnant, but there's no way I'm telling you what that is. =P
that when I was 16 I took my parent's car to Atlanta (a 6 hour drive) without them knowing and attributed the extra 1000 or so miles to "just around town" driving. (and they believed me!)

that it took me about 3 months to come up with this list of garbage...

Happy Thursday

house and the sheds/SATC/WW

Spamusement never disappoints.
I'm always self-conscious about laughing out loud (LOL!) at work. There have been times that I've been "caught" having a laugh at work and I sort of felt guilty. My old boss, never the confrontational type, would send me emails or call me on the phone (his office was right next to my desk) if he heard me laughing about something to ask me what I was laughing at and to tell me that it was inappropriate and to get back to work.
This would of course make me laugh even more...because of the ridiculousness of someone telling me "hey, no having fun...this is WORK".

Sex and the City is a show I love to hate. I Tivo'd it and I like to watch it just so I can yell at Carrie Bradshaw about how ridiculous it is to wear 5 inch heals to walk an overactive dog or to wear a white outfit to a country vacation in the woods (while expecting there to be air conditioning) or to expect a man who has treated her like garbage in the past to suddenly change his ways. They entire cast all seem like caricatures. Carrie is the middle aged woman who is desparately clinging to her youth (seemingly by dressing like a hooker), Miranda is the typical cynical New York lawyer who is a bit on the slow-to-warm-up side, Charlotte is the traditional naive "good girl" , and Samantha is the aging sex kitten who practically purs all of her lines. What did people see in this show? Unless of course they were all like me and love to yell at the TV...

So I'm starting the weight loss thing that's endorsed by Sara Ferguson tomorrow. I really despise telling people that I'm going to attempt to lose weight. It sets up an expectation that if I don't, it is some kind of failure on my part and I really hate that. I'm stubborn that way. After a childhood of always being told "I told you so" and lectured on and on about why something happened and what I should have done to prevent it, I REALLY hate admitting failure. I think this is a big part of a problem I have in that I always feel the need to be right. I always want to have the last word in an arguement and I'll argue it until I'm blue in the face.
Anyway, what the hell was I talking about before going off on that tangent??
Oh yes, weight loss.
The idea of losing weight is not complicated. Burn off more calories than you take in, only eat when you are hungry, don't eat a bunch crap with loads of fat and calories...seems easy enough right? What I have discovered from just under one week of "only eating when I'm hungry" is that often I want to eat things just because I like the way they taste, not particularly because I am hungry. Ice cream is one of my favoritest foods. I'm not one of those people who can buy the no fat, no calories garbage they try to pass off as ice cream and enjoy it. I have to buy the GOOD stuff because I believe if you're going to eat something that's "bad for you", don't screw around with something that tastes like cack, go for the REAL THING...just eat less of it.
The "eating less of it" is where I seem to have a problem.
So I thought I would preface the next few months (10 weeks to be exact) by warning everyone that I might be overly obsessed with what I eat. I am thinking of charting my progress (perhaps with some motivational pictures) and posting it somewhere. We'll see if that actually happens...

Hmmm...about time to go see the therapist again...

Monday, January 03, 2005

Yappy New Hear

I'm sick (yes, again) so I am heading to Poorly Planet again. This time between naps, instead of hours of SWG, I hope to play The Sims 2. This way I can make a family that looks just like mine who actually gets to spend Christmas and New Year's Eve together. (plus the me in the game isn't sick...)

Oh, and I've just been told that the 12 days of Christmas actually start ON CHRISTMAS.
Oh well, one can't be right all of the time...(sigh)

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