beenie

Argh!

Will somebody PLEASE remind me how much I love my cat?!?!

I was on a call at work the other day when at the toher end, I hear in the background the hearty, lusty, unmistakable giggle of an infant. I said something like "awwww, how cute!" The woman said "yeah, he's 5 months old. Everyone told me how hard being a mom was going to be, but this is absolutely the most fun I've ever had in my life!"

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Can we just win the lottery already?!

I had yet another baby dream a few nights ago. This is starting to get a little unsettling, as I rarely remember my dreams... yet when I do, they're about babies. And this time, the baby had a name.

In this dream, Bryan and I were at my Grandma's house, where we were getting married (um, but we're married already). I was carrying a baby in one of those car seat-type carriers with handles, and went to go to the "back room" as we call it, which is normally about 12'x16' and has a floral couch and loveseat and a pink carpet, but in my dream was a big hall, all decorated for a wedding. The back of the hall, which was where I entered, was where all the food was set up. The front of the hall was set up with a makeshift altar and a bunch of the classier-looking white wooden folding chairs you so often see at outdoor weddings.

In the dream, I had planned on doing something low-budget, with nice sandwiches and punch-type beverages, but the decorations were so lavish and there were two or three loooooong tables, all set up with gourmet catered food. The sandwiches I had made were on the hors-d'oeurve table, looking like quite the lowly afterthought in the middle of the magnificent spread. I was looking around the room in complete awe when my friend, the "currently expecting, but not pregnant in my dream" Carrie, bustled in, wearing a gorgeous bridesmaid gown, looking exasperated and exclaimed "oh no! You weren't supposed to see this until later!"

Then suddenly, I was sitting on the couch in the kitchen (you'd have to be in my grandma's house to see how this makes sense, but trust me, it does), holding the newborn who I'm assuming was mine because I was trying to get her to latch on so I could feed her. Her name was Cassandra Dawn. I was calling her Cassie. I'm not particularly fond of the name Cassandra, but Dawn is the name of my best friend from college. So, I can see where "Dawn" came from, but not "Cassie."

It was more than surreal, in that from my perspective in seeing the dream, I wasn't the one sitting... but I was. I was standing in the kitchen, watching myself sit on the couch trying to feed the baby.

I heard what I thought was an airplane rumbling over very low, so loud and low that I thought I'd hear a crash any minute, but I later found out (in the dream) that there were military planes doing exercises that day.

Then suddenly it was time for the wedding to start. It was a double wedding, though I don't remember who else was getting married. All I remember was that the other groom was wearing jeans and a golf shirt, and I was horrified.

So not 100% about babies, but I had one. And it was a girl. And she had a name, even if it was one I wouldn't give my daughter (well, the Cassie part anyway - I can totally see us using Dawn at some point for my friend). Weird.

Laughing my way through infinity?

Why continuously finding ways to increase the average lifespan of an American might not be the best idea.

I laughed out loud (I actually did, too... I'm not just saying it) at a few of the things, but he raises some interesting points as well.

The personality does not the body fit

Siren


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Aaaaahhhh.

This is one of the reasons I rarely post on debate boards, preferring instead to let someone else express my feeling much better than I ever could.

Prez's thoughts on life as it pertains to abortion vs. the death penalty, and the people whose opinions on each subject contradict each other when it comes to LIFE itself.

I always love me some Prez. I've "known" her online for years, way back from TPTSNBN. *muah*

I'm a white chick

WHITES are motivated by PEACE, seek independence

and require kindness. They resist

confrontation at all costs. (Feeling good is

more important than being good.) They are

typically quiet by nature, they process

things very deeply and objectively, and they

are by far the best listeners of all the

colors. They respect people who are kind, but

recoil from perceived hostility or verbal

battle.

WHITES need their quiet independence and refuse to

be controlled by others. WHITES want to do

things their own way, in their own time. They

ask little of others, and resent others

demanding much of them. WHITES are much

stronger than people think because they dont

reveal their feelings. WHITES are kind,

non-discriminate, patient and can be

indecisive, timid, and silently stubborn.

When you deal with a WHITE, be kind, accept

(and support) their individuality, and look

for nonverbal clues to their feelings.


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Three days... in a row?!

Working in a call center that operates 24/7 can sometimes really suck, in that your schedule can be really jacked up. I'm one of the unlucky ones who has split days off. However, there's only one day in between my days off, so as long as a vacation request goes through, I do have the potential for the occasional 3-day weekend.

My normal days off are today (Sunday) and Tuesday. I have to go to court tomorrow for a ticket I got last month*, and I had already put in for half of tomorrow off when I decided "you know what, I haven't had 3 days off in a row - other than when I actually had to go somewhere and be busy since last summer," so I decided to put in for the rest of the day off. There was a chance I'd have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to find out if my request for tomorrow night off went through, but my wonderful, awesome supervisor just called to let me know that my request went though (and I'm not calling her my wonderful, awesome supervisor just because she called me - I genuinely like her - she's one of the best bosses I've ever had. Maybe there really *is* something to this call center stuff - my two favorite bosses ever have been my call center supervisors).

Three. Days. Off. In. A Row. Now, that's not to say that I won't be relatively busy, but I don't have to do a long camping roadtrip or get on a plane to go anywhere. I have some errands to run today, some cleaning to do here at home, my court date tomorrow, and a doctor appointment and a trip to the in-laws' for dinner on Tuesday night, but other than that, I can just sit around the house and do absolutely nothing otherwise.

Three. Days. Off. In. A Row. With. Minimal. Obligation.

Wheeeeeeeee!

*clicky down below

I was driving Bryan's car one night last month and got pulled over. Apparently his registration had been expired since August - we each thought the other took care of it. The cop took pity on me - she said she just going to give me a warning, but that since it was so long overdue she'd have to give me a citation. But she told me that if we got it taken care of right away and I went to court, the judge might just dismiss it. Now, the ticket was "only" $78.00, but I figured it was worth a shot to not have to pay the $78.00 and not have that ticket on my record.

Another wee one in our midst!

A huge welcome to Freya Marie O.! Congrats, Casey & Matt - you guys are going to be awesome parents. :)

Strange dream

I had a very strange dream last night. Now, keep in mind that the office I worked in managed no longer exists (my assistant and I were both let go when corporate decided to close it).

I dreamt that I went back to visit the folks at my old job, except that my assistant still worked there and the office had moved to a strip mall in town. My outside sales rep and my assistant were both very busy, but really happy to see me. And they were so busy that day that they wound up begging me to stick around for more than a hello and the associated pleasantries, then they both left - he to go on sales calls, she to go do some deliveries - and I was running the store again. Then he came back after his calls and we had an hour-long conversation about life and random stuff, which is what we used to do at the end of the day a few times a week when I was still there.

I woke up very disoriented, and got up to get ready for work.

I wonder if any of it was guilt-induced. There were a few people at that company who wanted me to keep in touch - whether or not they "just said that" is up in the air, since they really don't know how to get a hold of me, and I really didn't leave them with any contact info. It was more of a "hey, when you move up here, we should get together for drinks" kind of thing. Well, I've since moved "up here," and haven't contacted them since I moved, and any contact info they would have had for me did not follow me in the move. I'm sure they know I'm up here now, because I had to give the "HR" chick (i.e., gossipy accounting girl who also acts as the HR department who couldn't keep her yap shut when my current company called looking for employment verification) my new address for tax purposes. She doesn't have a phone number for me, and if she did, I'd hope that the one iota of confidentiality she has would keep her from giving folks my new address, but still...

The probably know I'm here, and obviously they know I haven't contacted them. I liked some of those people, but the way I left, and the manner in which my request for severance pay was treated (dead silence) has prevented me from wanting to even walk through the door to say hello. It's not their fault, but I just can't do it.

Wow. Just... wow.

Maybe I haven't been keeping track of the latest subject lines in my spam folder, but this one just takes the cake:

I hadn't realized that the integrity of sperm was something we needed to worry about. Motility, yes. But integrity?

Fooooooooore!

Oh, wait, wrong "fore/four" ;)

Four jobs you've had in your life:

1. Retail associate
2. Secretary
3. Call center rep
4. Print shop manager

Four movies you could watch over and over:

1. Beaches
2. Charlotte's Web
3. Dead Poets' Society
4. South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut

Four places you've lived:

1. Shirley, NY
2. Stony Brook, NY
3. Beaver Dam, WI
4. Fond du Lac, WI

Four places you've been on vacation: Only one of these places has been visited by me in the last 7 years. Man, I need a vacation. All of my vacation time and money since I moved to WI has been spent going back to visit family in NY.

1. Ireland
2. Bahamas
3. Boston
4. Door County, WI

Four blogs you visit daily: iVillage girls notwithstanding...

1. Dad Gone Mad
2. Dooce
3. Raging Lunatic
4. Stuff on My Cat

Four of your favorite foods:

1. NY pizza
2. really good fettucine alfredo (either plain or with stuff - broccoli, chicken, seafood... all yum)
3. Red grapefruit in a jar
4. Quiche

Four places you'd rather be:

1. Snuggling in bed with my hubby
2. On a nice, warm, sunny, peaceful tropical beach, sipping fruity umbrella drinks with my girlfriends
3. On a cruise to somewhere sunny, warm, peaceful and tropical - either with hubby or girlfriends
4. The British Isles

Four albums you can't live without:

1. Dave Matthews Band, Crash
2. Phish, Billy Breathes
3. Billy Joel, The Complete Hits Collection 1973-97
4. Sarah McLachlan, Fumbling Toward Ecstasy

Four vehicles you've owned:

1. 1981 Chevrolet Citation ("Emily")
2. 1987 Plymouth Caravelle ("Carrie")
3. 1990 Chrysler LeBaron Convertible ("Rose")
4. 1997 Chevrolet Lumina ("Victoria")