Blech

Happy Bday to MKD. You're officially OLD now. I'm older, though, so that should give you some comfort.

My dogs are beckoning me from the other room...they can be quieted with "get under" so they will go under the covers. Funny how they need my permission to get in bed but require no permission to piss wherever they want.

My house was professionally cleaned by two women I now love. It was worth every penny.

My insomnia has come to a halt. I now sleep five hours a night, easily.

I'm still smoking like a weenie roast, though. Working on that.

I am officially in love with the Tuscan Bean Salad I bought at Costco Wednesday night. Barley is so underrated.

Sorta bored with WoW right now. Once you hit the top, what else is there? Well, there are higher level instance runs and I'm not getting them. Tiny is pissed!

I need: a pedicure, my nails done, a mini me to sub in for me at work, a vacation, more time in the day, this one zit to go away, a miracle, and new shoes.

Nighty all. Hey, at least I posted.

It's 1:47 And I Still Can't Sleep

I blame the Benadryl. It always makes me have insomnia. Well, more so than I normally do. Think I'm gonna go catch this week's episode of Medium on the DVR.

Until we meet again...snippets!

• For some reason, when I get pedis, the first toe to jump ship (aka, lose its polish) is the Navigator Toe. You know, the one next to the Big Toe, or Captain of the Toes. Yes, I think about these things quite a bit. Stop staring.
• I'm not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. I'm afraid that the Big Bad Cat will get in my backyard again, and that Nico will have scratches on his face and paw similar to those received on Sunday afternoon.
• My mage is 67. Three levels to go, baby!
• I've had Lottery Fantasies several times in the past ten days. They are taking over my sex fantasies. In fact, my sex fantasies involve money, which is downright disturbing. Even more disturbing? It's WoW money. And I'm hooking to buy better gear. Guess it's time someone took a vacation???
• I can't stop looking at Sadie's incision.
• I have an unwritten agreement with my parents that, should I go into a coma, any weird facial hair will be removed regardless of my state of mind. I just couldn't stand it.
• I'm beginning to think it's time for a Freaky Friday and that Nico needs to go into the office for me for a few days so I can lie about on my chunky ass and sleep.
  
• Who else is counting the days until the SATC movie comes out?
• Why do they tie the little chickens' legs together when they rotisserie them? I always found that quite disturbing to cut apart.
• Even as geeky as I have become, I still can't get past the random Chuck Norris and Murloc jokes in Trade Chat. Who ARE these people??? And why have I decided to join them?
• Everyone wants to be remembered for some reason when they pass. Great mother, good provider, gave money to the homeless. I think I will be remembered for being a chicken.
• It's odd the things I think about when it's past midnight.
• Why are most soaps square? They end up round when you use them, or they at least have rounded edges. Why not go one step further and make them circular? It's their destination in life, and they are soaps for fuck's sake! Let's cut them some slack. I know they're already feeling pressure about not ending up a shower gel anyway.
• I need to get back to my trainer. My Food Baby has become a little too comfortable with his lot in life again.
• I have decided to bring back the Members' Only jackets. Email me if you wanna hop on board. I still have plenty left.
• These are the posts I often want to delete in the morning. Five bucks to the first person who comments, so I'll feel guilty and leave this shit up.

It's Raining, It's Pouring...

the Chicken isn't snoring.

Nope, I'm up, working from home, playing nurse to Sadie. Who has figured out the "turkey tacos" I give them (turkey lunch meat wrapped around their meds) aren't really this fab treat, but something she has to eat.

You try wrestling a Min Pin to get 2 pills down her throat. My digits are all intact, and I was able to do it without coming close to her belly.

By the way, I love love love my vet. Originally, it was to be a 4 inch incision, because they had to look at the other organs just to make sure things were okay. The specialist (who wanted six times what my vet charged) probably would have done it. My vet's partner (who is my vet, too, they alternate) was able to do it cutting her open only 1.5 inches. I think I'll take them a cookie tray or something. When I picked her up, he said it wasn't much bigger than the laparoscopy incisions would have been. So glad I opted to do this instead of make the trip to the closest vet school in Texas.

Anyway, wanted to update everyone. Many thanks to all the good thoughts sent Sadie's way. Mo, I think I answered your text yesterday, but it's sorta been a fog.

Now it's off to do some work after a long weekend. I need to catch up.

P.S. The mage is almost 67. Not that you care, but I'm excited to hit 70.

I Am Chicken, Queen Of The Idiots

Her highness has entered the blogosphere, all please rise.

Okay, so I've been blowing and going like there is no tomorrow, and my big project is finally done, and I'm trying to catch up but meetings have sucked a lot of time out of my schedule and I end up working until late at night, or leveling Tinychicken, or both, and so I'm all funky proud of my ass for starting to get the things I've neglected back in order, until I get home from the grocery store and decide the mini rose arrangement I have on my table has to go, so I dump the flowers in the trash and the water looks like ickness, then I think to myself, how clever, just dump it down the disposal, right?, only in my hurry to rid myself of the ickness that was the roses' home for two weeks, I pour the water down the drain and hear a clatter.

I forgot that the greenness of the water was due not to ickness, but largely to the nest of small, colored stones sitting in the bottom of the vase.

Great. So I call my dad and ask him how easy it is to get to the disposal, and after the "Well, maybe you might learn something from this" remark (what, Dad? not to dump small, round glass objects down the disposal? why haven't you told me this before now?), he's all set to come up this evening and help me out. I love my dad, he is awesome that way. I just know there will be at least ten minutes of him asking me why I did this.

Because I don't think you have anything better to do than help me dig rocks out of the disposal, Dad. That's why. Oh, yeah, and I wanted an excuse not to go to the gym.

If I get any smarter, I may just have to run for President.

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
  

Sunday, Sunday...Can't Trust That Day

I'm tired of questing alone. For the moment. And the bottle of Tito's was calling, so I felt like being slightly tipsy on a Sunday afternoon and watching stupid shows on E! would be more fun.

Besides, the BF left me all alone in Zangarmarsh with two group quests unfinished to do heroic SH on his main.

So I'm off to lie on the floor with the babies and watch really fucked up people get married (the hunting-themed wedding almost made me vomit) while he kills whatever the hell is in SH.

I forget. It's been a while since I've been there. I'm looking for benevolent 70s to take on Tinychicken but none seem to be available (er, willing) at the moment.


Sigh. I remember the Sunday Blues from being a child. I wish the weekend would stretch itself out for a few more days...

Sadie Says...

"Have a fabulous fucking Friday!"

Jeez. I just stopped by Tornwordo's blog and noticed his cuss meter and thought, "18%? I can outcuss him!" (Sorry, T - my competitive side rears its head)

So I typed in the URL for this pinkness I call my blog, and scored ZERO fucking percent!

What the hell are they smoking? Crack? My underwear? Dog food?

(Just for the record, I have never, ever smoked crack in my life. I'm this way by nature.)

So I decided I must insert one cuss word per day, just to get that percentage up. Today's word: fuck. It's an easy one. I would like to move on to other words, but fuck is so entertaining for me to say. Fuck fuck fuck.

I may be up to 3% by now!

In other news, I am looking at a laptop purchase so that while I am gone on business travel in May and in June, I can still play WoW. Dell has a WoW laptop they are quite proud of ($3,000???? Are THEY smoking crack? and why isn't the Horde faction laptop more expensive? heh) but I am opting for something less, er, fancy. Any suggestions?

Look at this. It's beef flavored.

Sadie Says...

"WoW. It's got her again."

I've got a fever, baby, and the only cure is more WoWbell.

I was trying to find a screen shot of my mage (spec'd arcane/fire, I refuse to go back to frost just yet), but I couldn't find any of me using my powers on any mobs. Just shots of conversations, which while amusing to me, wouldn't make any sense out of context. And it still wouldn't explain the draw the game has for me. I'm not even your typical gamer - never really understood why people spend hours "doing that shit" until I got sucked into it myself. You would have to get on and play for yourself to know why, and play for longer than just a day or two.

I guess it's one of those "you had to be there" type things. I still say Mo should get her Sims-playing butt on with me but that's selfish, and somewhat like the addict wanting company so she shares her pills with her friends.

So anyway, I'm not abandoning the blog. I'm just trying to get my mage to 70 is all. I'm on a mission. I'm a woman obsessed. Whatever.

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!










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WoW, And All This From An Animal Rights Activist

Heh, I noticed this blog on Blogs of Note...

"Roleplaying World of Warcraft as a character who tries not to kill anything."

I haven't yet started to read this blog (oh, but I will). Interesting concept to try and level your toons without killing anything. Don't see how it can be done, but hey, more power to him. I'll have to research this further.

As far as WoW goes, part of the draw for me is killing the meanies because you just can't go about doing that in real life. Not that I would want to (except the child molesters and the people who torture animals, yeah them, they aren't worth the air they breathe). But I can't tell you how many times back when I had a commute that made me crazy with road rage, I would come home, love on the babies, get them settled, and get Chickenbones out to kick some mob ass. I'm a warrior, it's what I do. I kill things.

Shh, don't wanna hear it. Yes, my main is named Chickenbones. I also have Chickensalad and Chickenpie, but my level 41 fire mage is named Jugdish. It's a Seinfeld thing.

Anyway, this prompts me to pose the following question: How can a peace-loving, anti-violence, animal rights activist justify killing boars and spiders (well, I can justify the spiders, heh) and ugly looking ogres? Does that make me a hypocrite?