100 Smoooochie facts

Go ahead. Count them. There are 100.

I took this idea from Mynxy.
I didn’t start out being allergic to cats. I had one until I was 6.
The smell of milk disgusts me.
The first time I ever had Chinese food was in Yucaipa, CA
My first skateboard was handmade. It was purple with a spider on it.
I love eating berries.
I believe in power underwear.
I like room temperature water.
I nearly died of asphyxiation when I was 14.
My last tattoo hurt worse than I expected by a LOT.
I’ve never cared for the Sex Pistols.
I enjoy how it feels to have my legs waxed.
Orange juice without pulp is as wrong as chocolate bagels.
As a rule I don’t like other people’s children. I love mine more than anything.
If I am home alone I prefer to sleep w/ a nightlight.
Trivial Pursuit is my favorite board game.
I hate to play cards.
I don’t get enough sleep.
I don’t let relationships go easily.
I’m not fond of wearing clothes.
I believe in God.
I’m a particular eater. I like good food done simply.
I dream of owning a spa.
I love to dance. Once I get started I don’t like to stop.
I love to give presents.
I’m very selfish.
I want what I want.
Everything about eggs is disgusting. Even the way the word sounds.
I don’t like making exceptions.
I love to kiss for hours.
I love the way YlangYlang smells.
I’m super sensitive to scent. It’s important to smell good.
I love to wear skirts.
I believe that patience is only a virtue to people who think they will live forever.
I try not to have regrets, but I still do.
Coca cola is good room temperature.
I once had the police called on me for spraying the neighbor’s dog w/ the hose.
I am hard on my tailbone.
I used to walk a LOT.
I had never taken care of a baby until I had one.
I don’t like going out on my birthday.
I think bald is sexy.
I think skinny is so NOT sexy.
I can fold a load of towels in less than 5 minutes.
I like my CD’s alphabetized and in date order.
I like my books kept the same way w/ fiction and non-fiction separately filed.
I believe in road maps to achieving my goals.
I want to try burlesque.
I would never take a job where I was required to wear pantyhose.
Cinnamon gum is my favorite flavor of gum.
I have a very low tolerance for blatant stupidity. If you don’t know something, make an attempt to find out. If you just don’t know and don’t care that you don’t know do not interfere with my space because I have no problem letting you know that you are an idiot.
I refuse to shop at Wal-Mart or Sam’s Club.
I don’t like to be cold. It hurts.
I look horrible in all pastels except for pink.
I love my skateboard and like my snowboard a lot.
I’m pretty good at algebra.
I love creating spreadsheets.
I like my feet to look good.
I love my friends fiercely.
I like tea a lot. Hot, cold, room temp it really doesn’t matter much.
I’m in love.
I like to play.
I really don’t like minivans.
I can be a snob about certain things.
When I was 6 I told my grandmother that I only wanted brown children. I got them.
Civil disobedience is sometimes a requirement.
I love bats. They are so cute and fascinating.
I think Gwen Stefani is a fun person even though I’ve never met her.
I know how to use power tools.
I love to have my photo taken.
Country music nauseates me.
I still buy into love songs.
When I was young I wanted to be a star. The kind in space. Not in Hollywood.
Cotton candy is the best food ever invented.
I can’t imagine owning any dog but a boxer. I do think Boston Terriers are cute, though.
I have two fake teeth because I was born without permanent ones.
I love a bargain, but only if it’s something I really will use.
I know a lot about finances, but don’t always use the knowledge well.
I’m allergic to eggplant.
I love political science and history. They are fun!
I lived in the same house until I was 24 years old.
I didn’t meet my father until I was 27 years old.
I have a lot of scars.
I realize that police officers are necessary, but I don’t like them very much.
I have no interest in visiting Hawaii really. There are too many other places that intrigue me.
I fight fires and clear up bullshit for a living. Very little glory in that.
Ham and cheese sandwiches are super tasty, but they make me sick to my stomach.
I have 7 e-mail accounts.
I do not want a Blackberry EVER.
I am obsessive about wearing sunscreen if I go outside.
I have little patience with a lot of talk and no action. Put your money where your mouth is and take action!
I don’t like jasmine tea. It tastes like A&D ointment.
I excel at written and analytical exams.
I am very worried about the Constitution.
Even though I really enjoy most vegetables I could never be a vegetarian.
I love to celebrate Halloween.
I don’t like gin because it tastes like juniper.
I saw the Osmonds when I was 6.
I bruise easily.
It took me 2 weeks to come up with 100 things.

Soul Food & Sunshine Enemas

The house is being warmed by the comforting scent of “soul” food. Not the Southern traditional food that I completely love, but rather vegetable latkes and some fried zucchini and yellow squash. Food that is good for my soul and healing for a wounded ego. I guess it’s my ego that it wounded. Perhaps a better description is my work ethic that has been wounded. So, anyway, I’m making comfort food because I got my 6 month review at work today.

The good news is that my boss recognizes that I go above and beyond for the job and said that I do a great job at all the various roles I have at work. I am a trusted employee that makes the work place a better place to be and that my coworkers like me. That made me feel like despite a few bumps along a very hard path in developing the payroll and H.R. department my hard work was not in vain. The position has basically grown from me being a glorified receptionist to HR manager. The bad news is that I haven’t really brown-nosed enough to get a raise. Even when I do get a raise it won’t be as significant as other people where I work because my job is more secure than theirs (because no one else in the company knows how to do my job) so they get paid “hazard” pay for being in a more precarious position. Mind you he wouldn’t have a second thought of firing anyone if he thought they weren’t performing including yours truly. I was foolish enough to think that if I busted my ass day in and out, holidays, weekend and even on vacation I would get a raise. I was foolish enough to think that if I excelled at my job it would be enough. Well, it wasn’t so pull out the sunshine enemas! I’m going to bullet proof myself and bide my time with a smile. Then watch the bastards fall.

The house smells even better than when I started writing this. I might even treat myself to a beer! Comfort food rocks.

GOLDEN!!!

I've said on my blog a number of times that I have a hard relationship with money. I'm doing great personally, but then there is that mothering part of me that is like "Shoot! How do I teach them all this stuff?" I have the SOLUTION. They even have summer camps specifically for girls!! Woohoo!! I'm stoked.

a quick little rant

Until every parent of a child in public school signs a petition requesting that both Congress and the President agree to put as much into public education as they do into other people's wars I am not selling another goddamned piece of wrapping paper, candle, frozen pizza, coupon book or any other piece of crap fundraiser swag the school might think will generate a little revenue. And when they ask me to I am going to say no and suggest the following. Have an open house at every damned school in the nation and ask for signatures to petition the meatheads in Washington to actually have the balls and foresight put the education of American children at the top of the list. Thank you, I'm done with my rant.