Because I Am Tired...Or, Why My Ass Now Has Its Own Zip Code

Copying Tornwordo again, because I've been working too many long hours and feel slightly sick from the mini quiches I just ate to really do much more than this...

Things I Don't Like:

• Stupid people
• Bad drivers
• A lack of manners
• People who abuse animals (well, them I HATE)
• Jerks in trade chat who try to make people feel stupid for asking sometimes legitimate questions (no one starts out as a 70, you asshats)
• Narrow-minded people
• Reality TV
  
• Labels
• That I really, really do like to smoke
  
• Not having enough Magic Shell for my ice cream

Things I Like:

• Animals of all kinds, but especially dogs
• Watching the babies sleep
• Kosher dill spears
• The fact that most of the people in my circle don't even use my real name anymore
• Everything about my boyfriend
• Cigarettes
• Vodka
  

I'm Officially Fried Chicken

Disclaimer: This post will make absolutely no sense. I'm a vegetable. Asparagus. Yeah, you don't like it that your pee smells funny, but I taste good and I'm long and lean. Eat me.

Updates

Workouts: Well that trainer that has been subbing for my regular one has some kind of anti-poultry thing. Or else she's a sadist. Or both. She told me after killer legs/abs workout tonight, "30 minutes on the treadmill." (Yay, easy stuff!) "Running."

Fuck that shit, I walked fast. Most of the time.

Budgets: I curse the American economy and the plight of the USD. My most-nights prayers have started to include interest rates and worry over the fact that by the end of 2008, some 28 million Americans will be using food stamps. I'm hungry for some bacon and eggs, by the way.

WoW: Of course you know there wouldn't be a few days (ahem, hours) go by that I wouldn't mention my progress on my mage. I leveled to 60 in 4 hours and got my fast mount. I also ran a rather ridiculous quest to get pig polymorphing but the thing is buggy, and I had to file a ticket. Who knows if I'll get the pigginess? I can't repeat the quest and now I'm pissed. Still, it was cool seeing all those dead sheep. God, I need some sleep!

Makeup/Skincare/My Other Obsession: Let's not mention there are three pairs of shoes still sitting in their boxes in the trunk of my car (I'm helping the economy, give me a break!). Now I've signed up to do some "market research" (i.e., I'm going to Barney's for their summer thingie and get my makeup done). There is a $105 serum I simply must have. I'm using food stamps. (Okay, SO not funny. VERY bad Chicken.)

Worry: Should I leave that food stamps joke in here? Will I end up on food stamps for doing so? Is that how karma works? Now I'll never be able to go to fucking sleep!

Profession: I have decided that in my next career move, I will go into the liquor business. No matter how bad the economy is, people still drink. In fact, because it's in the crapper, they are drinking more. No, this isn't some scientific statistical bullshit, it's my observation. Pour me a cocktail, honey...

Insomnia: It sucks. I can't get to sleep. I don't want to play WoW, I'm too tired to do crunches (but I really need to). I can't figure out how I ended up scoring 50% gay. I'm bothered by the fact I'm half-anything. Who wants to be 50 percent? It's all or nothing, babies! Half is for the birds.

Well, hell. I'm a chicken. That explains it.

Budget Revisions - What Fun!

Budget revisions due next Friday. It came early this year.

You won't be seeing me for a few days...but until then, this copied from Tornwordo:

1.) What was I doing 10 years ago?
Being a wild child.

2.) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order)
1. Budget revision work
2. Pick up new meds for Sadie
3. Meet personal trainer
4. Think about playing WoW and then get sad that I have budget revisions to do instead
5. Love on the babies

3.) Snacks I enjoy
Cheese, crackers, carrots, asparagus (cooked, but cold), edamame

4.) Things I would do if I were a billionaire.
1. Fund a no-kill shelter (there are never enough!)
2. Buy my parents and brothers houses
3. Build a castle with a moat
4. Play WoW as much as I like
5. Shop a hell of a lot more than I do now

5.) Three of my bad habits
1. Smoking
2. Popping my knuckles
3. Cursing

6.) 5 places I have lived:
1. Texas
2. Oklahoma
3. Georgia
4. Tennessee
5. Arkansas (don't you feel a bit sorry for me after that list?)

7.) 5 Jobs I have had:
1. Brand manager
2. Assistant to president of RE company
3. Counter girl at pizza place
4. Teacher at day care
5. Babysitter

Current Things Pissing Me Off

* I had an alarm system installed, mainly to make sure no one breaks in and hurts the babies while I am out of the house. Sadie cannot stand the beeping sound it makes when I enable it, so now she's taken to hiding in corners.

* If my Food Baby insists upon staying, why won't he contribute to the mortgage and utilities?

* I can't seem to get un-tired from the time change. Exercise is NOT helping, so don't suggest that or I'll peck your eyes out.

* I really want to shop more but I've shopped so much lately, there is nothing I need. And nothing I really want - not that I have room for. I guess I'll go shopping for the SPCA again.

* Why can't they make a calorie-free vodka? We put men on the moon, for fuck's sake!

* My idea of Employee Appreciation Day got out-voted. No one wants to go to Six Flags. Sigh.

* My mage isn't 70 yet.

* I have to meet my trainer tonight. And I feel like an Oompah Loompah.

* Why can't I get paid to play WoW all day? Isn't there a job like that somewhere? And I don't mean testing it, I mean just playing it.

* My stupid betta fish is boring and just sits in his bowl, staring. Had I known this is what they do, I would have bought a livelier fish.

* Did I mention the Food Baby?

It's 12:00 a.m., Do You Know Where Your Chickens Are?

Yeah, well this one was playing WoW for four hours, trying to achieve the aforementioned goal. After a grueling hour of 30 minutes personal trainer/30 minutes sweating her ass off to CNN/the local news/E Entertainment.

Enough to make one want to vomit, and I almost did. Blech. Rolling my belly around on some ball could provide the catalyst for which all previous meals could come rolling right back out, I say. Note to self: Do NOT eat before next trainer visit.

One other thing: who the HELL are these people who look like they are HAPPY to be at the gym? WTF?

On another subject -- now I feel as though I have stepped (no, plunged head-first) into Snot Central, as I believe a cold or some other allergy-thingie is coming on.

Lovely image for you all, I'm sure, but I can't help but share that with you. It's March in Texas...we are supposed to be going into tornado season, not snot season. I feel as though my head has expanded at least twice its circumference (sp?) in the past hour.

I have nothing but bad things to report. Can we continue this some other time? Please?

I Have A Disease...

I'm turning into this guy.

The roommate is almost completely moved out, save the room he was living in. That will be done today and tomorrow. Now that my kitchen is My Kitchen again, and now that I have a nice new refrigerator that holds a lot more than my old, older one did, and now that my pantry is clear, I restocked in hopes that I won't constantly eat out like I have done for years.

So far, it's working.

But I have noticed that my old ways of neatfreakiness are returning (there wasn't really room for them before). My friend, D, took a look in my fridge and turned to me: "You have it. The disease."

(She ought to know - her comment was full of pride, not judgment. She's got it, too.)

Yeah, well so what? So what if all of my labels are facing the same way? So what if things are lined up neatly and stacked just so? So f'ing what if the front of my kitchen towel is hanging lined up with the back of it? What's so wrong with that?

Back in my pre-roommate days, my friends would make fun of me (in a loving way, yes) and I'd think to myself, or sometimes ask out loud, "What is so wrong with wanting things in order? Wanting things to be neat?"

Granted, now I have three dogs and although I stop them at the door on muddy days to wipe "paw paws," you can't eat off my floor like you could in my apartment-dwelling days. Still, the house is neat (minus the boxes the roommate has yet to pick up), the kitchen is immaculate, the bed is almost always made up.

This is my haven, my retreat. If I want it decorated in Early Anal Retentive, so be it.

Neat-freak is a compliment in my book.


What is your home "fetish"?

21 Days

and counting.

21 days until I turn 40.

So readers (the few that I have, the ones I had to track down after committing blogger suicide in late 2006), I need your help.

Give me 21 things I need to do before I turn 40.

You can give me just one or two, but I do need 21. And I need at least one by tomorrow.

Can't promise I will do them all, but I will try. However, please refrain from suggesting "Shove a corncob up your ass" or "Jump out of a plane" because those two things are likely never to happen. Unless it's by force.

I will try to post what I do each day between now and then. But only if you suggest something. Otherwise, I'll go back to playing WoW and disappear again. It is, after all, the Valentine Festival right now, and I simply must have Peddlefeet!










Do it, bitches, or no more
Friday posts from my snarky
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Stuperbowl Sunday

Blech, I hate football. Even so, I still tune in to the Stuperbowl to watch the commercials. And because The BF wanted to watch it (I was hoping for the day-long Law & Order SVU/CI marathon but oh well).

It's been a long time since I blogged. Gave it up because the original one became too much of a burden and the new job I was taking on required a lot of my attention. Okay, so did World of Warcraft, I won't lie. That was my outlet at night...killing random Bloodmaul Goons and Daggermaw Lashtails helped relieve some stress. Then I finally took some time off at Christmas, time I wasn't spending working-while-I-was-trying-to-use-up-all-my-vacation-days or taking care of an ill loved one, and I burned myself out. (Shh! Don't tell the BF! I get Kara-keyed and now I stop playing? Sacrilege!)

So I'm trying to balance that obsession with reading, redecorating the house, playing with the dogs and (ahem) blogging again.

For those of you who care (and even if you don't), here's what has been going on in the life and times of some Chicken since I've been gone:

• My snarky girl got diagnosed with liver disease the morning I was leaving the country for a week - I cried halfway to London
• I got to go to Europe and see two new countries! Also had to go to NYC and had a nice long weekend in Florida!
  
• I KICKED ASS at work - took my market from a loss to a very nice profit and was named the manager who did the most for the company overall in 2007 (something I never dreamed would happen, any of it!)
• I had to deal with someone close to me being very sick, but am happy to report they are much better now!
• I started smoking again, although recently I've made it a no-no to smoke inside my house, so I'm not smoking as much
• I gained (ick) 10 pounds stress eating the past three months
• I started on home renovations I've wanted to do for years
• I will finally be roommateless (we're both happy) for the first time in years
• Hit 70 (finally!) on my warrior and met a few really cool people on WoW
• I realized that drama has no place in my life, and I took steps to make sure I didn't invite it in, and asked it to leave if it invited itself
• I came to grips (sorta) with turning 40 (it helps if you still look young enough to get carded for cigarettes!)

So you can see I've been busy and distracted and kind of moved away from the person I was when I wrote that "other blog" so long ago. I sort of wish I'd archived it on my hard drive through the very end, and not just through May 2006, but deleting it in a drunken state was so very me back then.

I'm not promising anything interesting, but I will try to post regularly. Sigh, I know I seem boring now, but I'm sure that old bitch will rear her cute blonde head every now and then and surprise you.

Damn the Patriots. I was hoping for a NE win.