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First things first, this past Saturday marked 27 weeks of pregnancy, and so I am nearing the homestretch – YAY, I will soon get to have that long awaited TWO BEERS!!!!! Teehee!

Ok, so anyways, I know it has been over a week since my last post and frankly, I have no excuse. I just didn’t really feel like writing anything. I didn’t feel like there was anything worth while to write about. Lame, I know, but oh well, I am sure you all survived.

Anyways, like I said, nothing seriously interesting was going on last week anyways, but the weekend was a pretty damn good one. Saturday morning, I got Kamy up and took her over to her little friends house for a birthday party in which they took her to Libby Lu; a place where little girls can go and get their hair and “make up” done, and dance around like crazy animals to Hannah Montana.

With me being childless for a portion of the day, the Hot Boyfriend and I decided to go down to Irvine for the KROQ Weenie Roast. We finagled our way in through the vendor parking lot, and through the vendor entrance, and viola! We got in for free. We got in at just the right time too, we got to see Pennywise, Bad Religion, The Offspring, and Metallica. We went up to the lawn area (AKA: the real PARTY), and watched the drunken retards mosh and dance around like idiots. Two of the drunken retards were so drunk, that they got their asses kicked by other random concert goers as they rolled down the hill not once, not twice, but THREE FUCKING TIMES. How drunk do you have to be to get your ass kicked three separate times by three different people?

Fucking men cant hold their liquor, I swear.

All in all, it was a good show, definitely worth the price of admission – oh wait, that’s right, we didn’t pay, so it was definitely worth us sneaking in for! I have never seen Bad Religion, Pennywise, or Metallica and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. If only I wasn’t pregnant, we would have “found” our way into the VIP area, we just figured it was too obvious of a bust this time around.

After the show, Hot Boyfriend and I stopped by Ree’s house, to hang with my two favorite alcoholics, Ree and Lush. They had just spent some quality time at Benihana taking saki bombs, and we met up with them and headed to another dive bar (inside joke: “You have your baby, in a bar?!”). After everyone else had a couple of beers, we took the girls home and got our asses back to the 909 (where we live), to go to bed. All in all, a damn good Saturday.

87 days til I have this little monster,



So, last week during all the chaos, I checked my email account, and much to my surprise, I got my first HATEMAIL responses! Actually, they were left as comments, but since I have to approve my comments, I had the chance to read them before I let them be posted. To be quite honest, I feel absolutely validated for all of my efforts in the blogosphere now – because I am a true masochist to the heart.

The responses came to a post I wrote WAY back in November, called Good Enough. In the post, I was basically admitting my ever growing love for Amy Lee and her band, Evanescence. Yes, I did say she was emo, and probably needed some anti-depressants, but really, who in their right mind doesn’t think that?

Well, apparently there is one moron out there who took my post as some sort of lesbian-stalker style post, and got offended at the fact that I STATED THE TRUTH. How dare I do that on my own personal blog? Oh, the audacity of me to write my own opinion, which is shared by pretty much every other SANE person I have met. I figured all you faithful, intelligent, and non retarded readers might be amused by these comments, so I am going to be nice and post what she left me. I have faith that you all are like I am, and you are going to laugh your asses off at just how offended she got regarding the post.

“hey, who ever calls her a poor depressed woman is  wrong,have any of you guys watch any where but home??? well she not depressed her music is away of expressing her fealings and it’s really good music. so fuck you Amy lee rocks”

Let us not get started on the fact that this girl clearly cannot spell, or use proper grammatical practices – she must have been in the midst of a really crazy breakdown at the fact that I wrote the post. But, after reading this first one, I was surprised by the fact that she felt it was necessary to throw this one in for good measure:

“she not lesbaid shes married you have an obsession with her, i bet if she ever met you she would be really freaked out!!”

My only question regarding  this one: What is a LESBAID? I resisted the temptation to write back to this girl, and set her straight on the fact that she is clearly a moron, but I am printing these two comments out, and hanging them on my wall of fame, along with the letters of denial I got from Notre Dame University back in high school, and the picture of my first “real” boyfriend in high school – Pete (he dumped my because I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants).

Oh yeah, if anyone wants her email address, I have it, so just write me, and I will be happy to share it with you!

I really do feel validated,


Christmas is my favorite holiday, because I love to give gifts. And also, because there are some really fucking cheesy Christmas songs out there. So, in typical “too lazy to write anything worth while” Friday fashion, I give you some of my favorite LAME holiday videos.

This one is better than the one that is made to look like her personal home videos. Looks like American Bandstand to me, or at least a good attempt to look like Bandstand.

How can I leave out the New Kids? I’m not saying anything further.

Ok, so I take it back, this last one is not lame, it is AWESOME!!!! This is truly, my all-time favorite Christmas song. How much better does it get than Bing Crosby and David Bowie? It doesn’t.

Merry Effing Christmas,

Hell yeah, I am spending this weekend in Vegas with my Hot Boyfriend. We are attending a wedding tomorrow night at the Bellagio . . . woo hoo! It is definitely going to be fun. We’re leaving right after work tonight, and probably going to be sitting in some shitty fucking traffic, but thats ok, I have my ipod.

Anyways, I know posting has been light and somewhat boring, but the last week or so has been pretty interesting and busy, and honestly – CRAZY. I promise I will let you in on my secrets very soon, but I need to figure somethings out first. Please be patient with me . . .

Here is a good video to watch on Friday. We love Jimmy Buffet ’round here!

Have a great weekend, I know I will!!!


Back when I was like 18 or 19, I used to frequent a Karaoke bar in Orange called Quans. There were a few really good singers at this bar, regulars you could count on to get your attention and keep your eyes glued on them. One of these regulars was a guy named Rod.

Rod was about 5’3”, with dark black hair and a sort of “Rocker” look to him. He was attractive, and damn he could sing. One of the songs he did was “Bed of Roses” by Bon Jovi. Rod could fucking sing this song EXACTLY like JBJ himself, and Rod always had all the ladies at the stage cheering him on when he did this song.

Ok, so Rod used to hit on me like no other, and buy me all kinds of drinks. Nothing ever happened (I have issues with dating men I can see over the top of), but he did make me fall in love with this song, so you can thank him for this video/lyrics today. All together now: “Thanks Rod!”


Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Dammit, now I am all sentimental and miss my Hot Boyfriend,






The rain brings out the stir-crazy in me. I am sitting at my desk, as I have been all day, only right about now I am silently begging to be told that I can go home early, because I am the best employee ever.

Not going to happen any time soon I suppose. Oh fucking well.

All day long it has been one boring spreadsheet after another. Then once those were done, I had to document how I was able to put all the information into the spreadsheet. Talk about fucking STUPID. How hard is it to document: “I take the report that is generated and given to me by Co-Worker A, and put the numbers in the spreadsheet under the column ‘QTY On Hand’. Then, I save it and upload it to the website.” Bada-bing, there you have it.

Oh wait, you really want me to elaborate, and add screen shots, and break it down step by step like I was teaching a 4 year old? I like to think that the people I work with are not mindless drones; but living, breathing, intelligent (ok, maybe not everyone) human beings who can be shown how to do something without reading a beginners book with illustrations.

Apparently not.

So I made that into a project as well, it took a whole 35 minutes to complete, and I have since turned it in and been told that it is PERFECT and needs no revisions. No shit Sherlock, how can you revise the manual for how to count to 3? You can’t; it doesn’t take all that much effort to learn it the first time.

Ugh, sometimes I swear these people are going to kill me with redundancy of miniscule tasks. Maybe it’s the whole fact that I have an IQ of 138, and this is just not challenging anymore? Maybe it is the fact that, yes, I do work with idiots? Who knows, maybe I will be able to blog or surf the net more now that I don’t have to show people how to COPY AND PASTE because they finally learned how to do it on their own – in a detailed 10 page instruction guide, written by me.

In other news, I got a really flattering and much appreciated compliment/comment from Laurie Kendrick on my about page. I added her to my blogroll after only seeing a few of her posts, because she is super funny, and writes about es ee ex, and relationships, and life, and death and all kinds of good stuff. Her daily posts definitely help me get through all the monotony of my job. I am not so used to getting compliments though, not that I don’t ever get any, but I guess I always feel unworthy of them. Like, did I really do something all that special that it warrants a compliment? Wow, thank you – you are fucking awesome too.

So yeah, that has been my FUN rainy Friday. I am going to leave you with one of the All-Time best videos by LIPSYNCHING asshats, but titled so appropriately for this day. Enjoy a little Milli Vanilli everyone!



Happy Friday, beer in mah belly soon,


The Pharcyde are some crazy dudes! I was turned on to them back in 1999, by a my former friend David Atwell. I havent heard form this guy in FOR-EV-ER, but every time I hear this damn song, i remember the nights we used to stay up until the wee hours of the morning, laughing and drinking and watching the “Bizarre Ride II” video, that had this song and many many other good ones.

It also had a very long scene from a trip the guys took to Amsterdam, and how many blunts they rolled. Ahh, the wacky tobacky . . .

“We rolled up on her back to get a burger from Wendy’s and her skates went flat . . .”

I love it,