Maybe I'm Thinking About Work Too Much

Or, it's a side effect of the 'I'm quitting the death sticks' medication (aka Chantix)...Maybe a bit of both. I have had some really strange dreams whilst taking Chantix, but I dreamt about single shell storage tanks last night. Google 'Hanford', or 'Tank Farms'. I could tell just by looking at them if the structure was bad.

(FYI -I do consultant-type work for DOE, dealing with helping Feds get certified to clean up nuclear waste sites)

Anyway, yes, I have started down the road to quitting. On day #20 without a cigarette. I do miss it to a degree, but I look at it this way:

1) Far less chance that I will get lung cancer/emphysema...Yes, I know I have done damage for smoking for so long, but quitting can only help.

2) No money going to Evil Tobacco company (aka Philip Morrs/Altria/Purveyor of Legalized Addictive Substances)

And best yet, I haven't been too much of a raging beeyotch. Will check in later to let you know how that goes.

Been a Long Time....

Damn that FacePlace! Taking up all my time...

So what's happened in the ensuing three months since I last posted?

* Repainted the bedroom in May & had an open house

* Went back to New York state for a friend's wedding in June

* Went to Rochester for a funeral in July

* Started out on the road to quitting the death sticks (today is day 3 w/o anything!)

Bitch Session

So it's been a while since I last updated this thing. Guess Facebook is as addicting as they say it is.

Anyway, on with the bitching, shall we?

1. Marion Barry, you need to shut the fuck up right now. You're an ignorant ass, and a criminal to boot. So who are you to say *ANYTHING* about morality & same sex marriage? Dumbass, you didn't even know what the council was voting on at first - then you changed your vote. Maybe that's what crack will do to your brain. (Check The Washington Post for more detailed coverage).

2. I'm done with providing feedback at work. When it's asked for, it's not incorporated or listened to. I get it - the other team member is much more senior, and more knowledgeable. That's totally fine. But why ask if you're not going to even bother to use it? And you know what? The files W sent in are what he gave us - which you said "do not answer the mail". Yet, you're going to use them anyway...Don't come bitching to me when it blows up in your face.

3. I'm tired to the hard sell from friend's causes. I will donate what I can, on my own schedule. I do not appreciate the "boo hoo, we're in need of your $$ now because so & so needs it". Bitch, please. I haVe enough people/organizations with their hands out already. Don't jump into that pool.

Ok. Feeling a bit better now...

Pictures, A New Blog & Other Sundry Stuff

In case you hadn't seen these - here are the kitchen pictures. As a friend called them, they are "intense renovation porn."
http://www.kodakgallery.com/BrowsePhotos.jsp?&collid=37879136806.498637663406.1237921623642&page=1&sort_order=0&navfolderid=0&folderid=0&ownerid=0

And here is new blog for you to read:
http://www.thedailybeast.com/

On to the sundry stuff:
Florida is only a few days away! Then I come back on the 3rd, and the parents are in town for the weekend (4th/5th). We're supposed to meet up with my cousins (who I haven't seen in some time...and don't 'officially' know that I'm batting for the other team. Ooh fun!). Ain't life grand? Oh well. Sew what happens when you get on Facebook? Your cousin finds you, friends you, and next thing you know, you're making plans and inviting your parents up for the weekend...As Kathy Griffin's mother would say: "Jesus Christ, Kathleen. Don't take the Lord's name in vain, goddammit."

And A Month Later...

* The kitchen is done! It was finished a few weeks ago, thankfully.

* Laundry room is open again. Who knew we had so many clothes? Though I was close to running out of white tee-shirts.

* Vacation plans radically changed. Still going somewhere warm, just not to Puerto Rico. This time, we're headed to Fort Lauderdale/Miami/Key West to get the gay on, see some tennis and see a good friend down there.

* Found out I owed Maryland a substantial chunk of money...grrr...which I am working to pay now so I can file the damn taxes on time. They will get the money, but not a day before I have to turn it over.

* Have found a new guilty pleasure - Ru Paul's Drag Race. You must watch, trust me.

* A.I. sucks. Whatever.

Where Have I Been?

Lordy, it's been a while. Yes, I totally got sucked into Facebook. Never thought I would, but it is addictive. I heard someone call it FaceCrack. Sounds pretty accurate to me.

So what's been going on?

* Busted arse at the All Souls Inaugural Ball, bar tending, and running around like a crazy person. I have a new appreciation for bartenders who work these types of events. And I will never do it again. NEVER, I say.

* Watched the inauguration on the tee vee at work, because we didn't get the day off. WTF?

* Living through a kitchen renovation sucks. It's pretty close to being done, thankfully. But I'm starting to get to the point where it's getting old having to navigate around furniture to get to the food in a box that doesn't need to be cooked. At least we have a fridge though, so the beer is cold.

* Spending a boat load of $$ on copies for work...because our old copier is dead (and a piece of junk). But we got a new one for a short time...Corporate is going to love getting a bill for $438 from me for making copies at Kinko's. Oh well. It's part of some high falutin' project led by the company VP for bigwigs at the agency for which I do work, so it's part of the cost of doing business. I will be reimbursed - it's a matter of how long it will take.

* Counting the days until vacation. I could use one.

* Counting the things I need to do: my state taxes, the laundry (the laundry room is slated to be renovated soon, so that will be closing for three weeks. Joy!), catch up on all the DVR'd stuff, read a book (person goal of reading one book a month), stay up on the New Yorker...Some day I'll be all caught up.

Till then, I'll just waste a bit of time playing around here and updating Facebook.

The Joys of Facebook

So I bit the bullet and joined Facebook...and I love it!

However, when people from high school send me friend requests, I am thrown a bit. Especially when the person requesting to be added is not someone you were really friends with, and then when her husband (whom you didn't like all that much anyway) also asks you to add him, I have to scratch my head. Guess I'll go ahead and add said person. It's not like I have to really 'be friends' or anything.