You're an a**hole

I hate you. I see you talking to yourself - you and your little ear-bud. Are you so busy that you can't even hold a phone while shopping? Are you so scared to be left alone with your thoughts while you do things with your hands... that you must be constantly engaged at all times? Its like a piece of jewelary you attached in the morning and take off before going to bed. You know who you are. We are all very impressed.

Jobby Job Job

I'm your manager, b*tch!
How scary is this - I get to interview next week AND hire an assistant. Like, who came up with that solution in here!?. Ha ha ha, I feel sorry for whomever "gets" the position. More like getting sentenced. I'm already planning how I can best micro-manage, make demands with high expectations and offer very little help. Heh heh heh....

To Have or Have Not

Jen's having a girl - due in August. Her sister is due in September (?)(younger than me). D is due in November. Meg is due in November. Jess is due in July. Some other nameless are considering starting. I began this baby topic over a year ago... and here I am. AH! I'm surrounded. And I don't know how I feel about it.
To have or have not?
I toy with this - wrestle with this is more like it.
I don't have the time, I'd be a terrible parent, I have no patience, we have no money, I want to do all these projects around the house this summer, I enjoy drinking a beer with a smoke after work, I like sleeping in and doing what I want when I want, I hate having to do laundry, the dogs are already a handful, I want to fill the house with nice furniture minus kiddie stains, I don't want to ruin my body, I can't deal with the realities of passing a human, I don't want anything suckling my chest, I can't stand crying, poopy diapers make me dry heave, puking makes me dry heave, I hate kids who make scenes in public places, I can't ever hop in the car and "go".
I will never have any family once my parents die (I'm an only child), I like acting stupid and goofy - not fully grown up, I have a pretty good grasp on being an adult (responsible), I don't want Christmas to loose the amazement it had when I was a kid - kids really do make the season, I want to go out trick-or-treating with my kid dressed up, I want to teach someone the basics about cooking, I want something to lay on my chest breathing heavily and occasionally hiccupping during nap time, I'm curious as hell what it feel like to feel a baby move inside you, I want someone to run TO me when crying, I want someone to be amazed when I show them what I know & share my talents with them, I want someone to go out back and play with the dogs, I want someone to pick weeds for my vases, I want someone hanging out at the house when they are a teenager, I want a teen to go to lunch with, I want someone to come home from college, I want someone new and creative in this world that makes me laugh cause I never thought of it that way.

Driving with Betty

I drove to/from Greensboro this ast weekend (sans Chappy and Puck). It was an all-girls' weekend. Betty thoroughly enjoyed the open roads going 80mph (much like her mother).
Here's what its like to be in the car with Betts:

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YES - it is a 7MB file and will take a long while to load - apologies. I taped this WHILE driving so it is short albeit a large file. Its worth the wait I assure you.

Wedding Band Theory

Had this theory hit me while driving around after work on a sunny warm day... that was about a week ago (its cooler again now).
Sitting behind an obviously single dude in a fancy car at a stop light. He has his window rolled down and his arm grabbing onto the top part of the window frame - a position my father always like to strum his fingers against the rooftop. A classic guy/arm stance. He looks in the rearview mirror to see me behind him and eventually looks on after I put my hands up on the steering wheel top.
And I realize, this little dance meant something. He's got no wedding band on and I do.
Now bear with me on this: most people I meet, from Europe, wear their wedding bands on their right hand. But they also drive on the right side of the car on the left side of the road. Its all opposite of the US. So what does this matter? - I think auto manufacturers and wedding bands have a common link. I think it all has to do with men being hunters and possible infidelity issues. They like to hang their arm out the window and look at chicks - so making husbands wear their wedding bands on the hand that corresponds with the open window... has a purpose. Its like a mating signal.
Its all rough right now - but it is a legitimate theory.

Pissed

I'm pissed. Ticked off about everything. No, for all you men out there, its not PMS. I'm just sick of everything. I came off a nice weekend to just... everything. Bills that we have to categorize by which one will we pay first? Sure, I got the scratch to pay for them now - but I'll have nothing when it comes time for April's mortagage.... not to mention, we still have yet to pay taxes.
I got stuck in morning traffic due to the City of Richmond hiring two guys to stand and stare at a parked tractor.
I wanted to plant bushes and put in a brick patio this spring - I'm beginning to think its not going to happen due to money and frankly, I don't think Rob has the motivation. Not getting the "I can't wait to try this project" vibe from him at all this past month.
Greg's still with us - no offense Greg, but I also hate the fact that I can't talk about anyone cause they all read this. You are fine company - but, we also want our space back and its getting a bit tense around the homestead if you haven't noticed. It would be one thing if you left the house... like, as in a job, but... you aren't and its stressful on us.
I get to go to GSO this weekend with Betty - I'm more than worried I'm going to get killed coralling her into the backseat the whole drive down. I'm more then bummed with this guilt feeling "knowing" that all my friends will have beautiful homes - babies - and happiness abound when I go visit. No, its not necessarily true but sometimes you walk around with this feeling that your life sucks and everyone's got it better. And just having THAT feeling, pisses me off more - I can't break the cycle.

Not too old to party - just too old to rebound quickly

Well, the weekend was once again and like always - more than planned. Alycia always manages to get us drinking till we are OUT.
We headed up Saturday at about 10:30AM and showed up early afternoon. We drove the ESCALADE (yes, they have a fully loaded Escalade only because Jim works for GM and they like their people to test drive all their cars... so they have this monolith for 3 months. Its a nice ride... but freaking huge. 13 miles to the gallon - and he doesn't have to pay for that either!)...where was I? Oh! So we went to the open air market for an outdoor italian sub before walking around all the crafts/antiques. We then pulled together a grilled swordfish dinner complete with far too many glasses of wine and many people gathered around the table. We ended the evening (well, I should have ended the evening there when I switched to water... which, I never do, so I must have been drunk) downstairs in the girl's apartment (Jim and Alycia rent out the basement apartment) who were having a formal Mardi Gras party.... complete with tuxedo-toting men and a bar tender. One Jack Daniels lemonade later - I pass out on the bed (laying in the wrong direction with all my clothes on). I originally had passed out in the bathroom on top of a pile of shoes but somehow, later moved my ass to the bed. I awoke to a quiet house at 3:20AM; sober and wondering where everyone went!
Next morning - another couple, had crashed on the couch too drunk to drive home. Apparently he spent the night drinking hurricanes and doing Jager shots downstairs... and we were all back upstairs! They pulled it together and headed out while we went to a New Orleans style b'fast complete with beignets.
One comic book trip later (Big Planet in Vienna) we head to the Caps game at 3PM. Center ice, middle height, GREAT seats. One hockey fight and a dork on the jumbo tron dancing & smacking his own ass.... Senators win (sorry Capitols fans). We head out at about 6:30PM.
Monday - I'm back at work. Phew! What a fun weekend!

Capitals and Senators

We head to DC tomorrow to stay with my friend, Nut and her husband, for an overnight. Nut's company (she's a lobbyist) has season tickets to the Caps so she reserved tickets for us at Sunday's game, who-hoo! I love a good hockey fight (damned NHL for enforcing stricter rules on fighting!)
We plan to head up late morning Saturday to enjoy the afternoon at the open air market... dinner with a group we haven't since since her wedding (sheesh, that was a year and a half ago!)... and head home post game Sunday night.
The weather - 80 degrees! Ah! I'm sitting at work right now with spring fever for this weekend trip!

Sassy Redhead

Haven't been blogging lately for a variety of reasons including: many of my rants lately have to do with work or friends (both of which read this or may read it and misinterprete) and I've been spending my nights working on Chaps website updates:
http://www.robullman.com/
He needs to show more new work. We replaced about 9 images with newer stuff but I think Rob needs to flip a few more.

Welcome to My Job World

Welcome to My Job World
I think I work for Microsoft.
Thanks for sending me this, Giselle!
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Been Tryin' To Blog!

I've been trying to blog since last week but I kept getting errors. I wanted to share my latest ADDICTION:
www.zillow.com
Its great! Get your address ready (or your neighbors) and see what that house is worth according to the county tax department! Its cool as hell! I found out that the neighbor across the street, who's listing her house at $265k, has a house value of $201k. Hello, mark-up anyone?!. That should give you buyers out there some leverage, I'd say!!!
PS, Chappy and I have made money while sitting in our house. Of course, we also seem to be POURING money into our house... but I guess it all comes back in the end, right? As long as we don't bust the economy that is - right Georgie W?