Me: Hey, Matt. Is Warren a sports fan?
Matt: Yeah. Why?
Me: I picked him for the Pollyanna [Secret Santa] and he didn't put down anything he wanted. So I have no clue what to get him.
Matt: I was kinda hoping you would have picked me, just like last year. Just so you would make me those awesome cookies again.



:) That is one of the nicest things ever said to me.

Look both ways

I was crossing the road today, going home from work, when the car stopped at the light began inching forward [as I am in the crosswalk]. It keeps doing this and as I am almost past it, it starts beeping. I swear I was raising my hand in mid swing to pound on their hood and curse them out when my assistant manager waves at me from behind the steering wheel. He offered me a ride home, laughing hysterically.

RH: That totally made my night. I'm glad you didn't pound on my hood though.

Me: I'm glad too. Because if you had been someone else, you probably would have shot me.

Welcome

Shawn is now on blogger.

Bwah ha ha. I have converted another one. *evil grin*

Flaming Death!

Yeah, so the pilot light went out in my oven. Having never owned a gas oven before, I had no idea where it was. All I knew was that I could smell gas. So I have been freaking out for the past day, keeping my windows open and praying to the PTBs that I wouldn't die in a fiery ball of flames. [yes, I know that was redundant, but I don't care]

And props to my landlord who puts up with me. And who also came over and lit the pilot for me.

But it still beats the day Laura had. She got locked in a pitch dark room for several minutes, with no way to open the door from the inside. And I hate to say it, but part of me was glad it happened. For the simple fact that I was slated to go in that room, around noon, and would have been locked in it for who knows how long.

Sniff sniff

Well, vacation was fun while it lasted. But it is back to work tomorrow.

S'ok though. Because in about a month's time I will have yet another week off.

I'm getting used to this whole having a week off every month thing. It's pretty sweet.

Chris got his ink yesterday. So all the W children are now tatooed.

Presents

Yay

Chris got the bound complete Far Side collection.
Greg got me a CD player, so now I won't go insane at work.
Megan got me chocolate, and a neat little photo holder.

And

It is done.

A birthday present to myself. To start over. To be free.

Here goes nothing.

Mmmmmm

Irish Catholic guilt.


Grandma: Melissa, you are going to be old!

Me: Mid twenties is not old, Grandma.

Grandma: When I was that age I was married. And I think I was pregnant with your uncle. At this rate, I don't think I'll ever see a great-grandchild.

Me: Well, you better tell Greg to get on the stick about that.

Grandma: That's not funny.

And That Is All She Wrote

It appears that the internet bill has finally switched itself over.

Time to say goodbye to her once and for all.

Closing in

On my 500th post.

C'mon
Be impressed

And many more...

One week from tonight I will be one year older.

And the W. children will all be together for the first time in a very long while.

And, as a b-day gift to myself, once this last bill has resolved itself, I will never be seeing or speaking to the bitch ever again.

Party on.

One of the many reasons

why I love him. He sends me text messages like this:

Y can't I find a man as beautiful, smart & attractive as you? [10:12:57 PM]



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Later:

"Why can't I find someone who is both supportive, and wants to bang me?"

"I'd settle for someone who wants to bang me. I've got friends who are supportive."

Thank You

Jim knows how to make me feel better. Suggests Ben and Jerry's at 2 in the morning.

Shawn knows how to make me feel better. By breaking out the fine china. ;)

There's an old saying:

It is better to be unfaithful than to be faithful without wanting to be.


I almost would have rather she actually cheated on me (instead of the emotional affair she had going on) than staying with me because 'the logistics of breaking up would be too difficult.'

Makes one feel wonderful, you know?