Pictures...again!

This picture is from 2003. I had just gotten my hair cut...it had been long for the first time in years...and this was the product. That's my oldest cat, Mahlie.
Kim's wedding, circa July 2004. She's so purdy!
Troy likes this picture of me, even though he didn't know me yet, and I definitely don't look like that now. This was taken during my 22nd birthday drunk-fest at Calhoun's, where I used to work in Harrisonburg. Oh yeah, I used to smoke back then.

I'm taking a break right now from baking. I've gotten into this kick on Sundays where I spend the day baking instead of doing things that I need to for the week. Things like: laundry, wrapping presents, homework, cleaning, etc. Presents are a high priority at this point, as Troy has NONE wrapped under the tree and I have a whopping 8, not including the one he let me open last night(slippers that match my new pj's), and the XM satellite radio system that's on it's way. I need to get on that. He's getting up at 4 to watch the game(Redskins) before going to work. I'm making a whole ham, twice baked potatoes and a green bean casserole, and then a batch of peanut butter cookies(per his request), for dinner. Because I so totally rock.

I think I know a few things I got for Christmas. I think I got my cool Eskimo furry boots I wanted that look like an Indian would wear. There's a CD under there, and a DVD...dunno about the rest. I hope it's the Office season 1 DVD...it's my favorite. I HEART that show. And I totally doubt that anybody reads this site, and if anybody does, they don't watch the Office, but if you do...you know what this quote is:

("To the tune of "We Didn't Start The Fire") Dwight: Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe, Ryan started the fire!

Man, I'm still running around singing that, and that episode aired in October.

Speaking of which, check out this cool website: http://www.tv.com/

Alright kiddos, back to the ham. I'll probably post more later...but I wanna tool around some more on tv.com.

Sniff sniff

I miss my website.

Until I can figure out why Dreamweaver won't work on my computer....

R.I.P Kelsopetz.com

Baby Jesus and the Christmas Party

It started off as an ordinary Friday, I suppose. All the schools were delayed, so Troy took me to work. The morning passed by pretty quickly...probably because I only have to work a half day on Fridays, so only 5 hours are spent in the hell hole. I'm a nanny/housekeeper. Or in other words, I'm the resident bitch. When nobody's home, I wash all the laundry, clean the entire 3 floor house. When the kids are home, I color. I paint. I break up fights. I get hit. Whatever bitch work needs to be done in the house, I do it. Which brings me to Friday afternoon.

My boss was late coming home, as always on Fridays, which are convieniently paydays. I leave at 12:45, she waltzes in around 1. Earlier that morning, as in around 9:00 AM, I swept the kitchen floor like I do every morning after I cleaned the kitchen. I'm talking cleaned as in took the range apart and cleaned it with stainless steel stuff--same with the refridgerator, dishwasher, ovens, and microwave. Then scrubbed each of the 4 kids' placemats and dried them. There's more, but that stuff's the most exciting, if you can call it that. Anywho...the mom and kids walked in. The 6 year old girl sits down at a barstool and starts playing with this strange popsicle stick creation. The mom says, "Oh yeah, Mary Clarke, we need to finish that manger this afternoon. Where's the peanut?". I stop dead in my tracks. Peanut? Oh no. When I swept the floor this morning, I had swept up a peanut that was under the barstools. At the time, I thought it was a little strange. One whole peanut just sitting there. So I threw it in the trash.

I turn to the two of them and say, "Uh oh."

The mom looks at me, shocked and tells me: "The peanut we're looking for is Baby Jesus."

I say: "I think I threw Baby Jesus in the trash."

Silence.

The end of this story concludes with my dumb ass digging through two full bags of trash looking for Baby Jesus, because their rich asses can't take 5 minutes to run to the store to buy a friggin' peanut. I should've said screw Baby Jesus...but I'm such a good nanny. Although I can't be that good if I threw Baby Jesus in the garbage, I suppose. Sheesh...what was I thinking??

Last night, Troy and I went to his annual Christmas party at the Omni hotel. It was interesting, to say the least.




Open bar, appetizers, huge dinner buffet, what more could you ask for? Shiiiiiiit, they were even playing my jams!


<----Me rocking out to "Golddigger" by Kayne West



There was one girl dressed up so much...she was wearing a ball gown...with lace and chiffon. Complete with elbow length gloves. Her ensemble would've been even better if she hadn't been the size of the Stay-Puffd marshmallow man. There was a black guy wearing a red long sleeved shirt and a sleeveless white suit. Oh, so much fun. Each table got to take home a poinsettia, there was one person picked per table. We had ours, still in the center of the table, when this huge black guy, who was a guest of someone else, came up, said Merry Christmas and snatched our poinsettia. I just looked at Troy. Whatever, we decided. By the end of the night, that guy had at least 20 poinsettias and a wreath he had nabbed from the ballroom.

All in all, it was a fun time. I was just happy to get dressed up for something. And I got to dance, and that made me happy. Now I get to spend the rest of my weekend writing a 4 page paper, working on an oral presentation, a visual aid, and studying for a quiz. Oh, and Troy won't let me sleep tonight until the office is cleaned. Yippee.

More snow?

We got snow Monday day, and because I hate my job, I left early, citing that I was worried about my commute in the ice. Tuesday I woke up and all the schools were closed, except of course, where I live(30 minutes from Richmond). So I did the only obvious thing: I called in to work. My boss was a bitch about it too, but I think that's because I woke her up. I waited an hour to call her! I get up at 5 am every day. I watched the news at 6. I ended up calling her at 7, which is usually when I leave to go to her damn house. So...I believe I did her a favor. Whatever, like I honestly give a crap if I pissed her off or not. I've nannied for enough families now that stupid bitchiness like that doesn't bother me much anymore. She's a stay at home mom! It's not like she's desperate!

Anyway...

It's supposed to snow again tonight, but I think just a "wintry mix". Troy said he'd drive me to work--since I only do 5 hours on Fridays--and just hang out in Richmond for a while. We've got his company Christmas part at the Omni on Saturday, and I might work on Friday night, for another family. Gotta get that dough...it's Christmas time and I have bought NO presents.

Score: Christmas presents: 0 Things for myself: A gajillion

I have, of course, close to a hundred things on my "Christmas List" this year. I say "Christmas List" because I have no one to get these things for me, except Troy, but I think I already know what he's getting me, which I'll keep a secret in case I'm wrong.

iSkin Duo: I want either the Carbon Blast or the ever cool Sonic Boom. The Phantom Rave or Carbon blast would probaly look best with my iPod, which is black.

Sex and the City: This is the complete box set...you can get it at WalMart though for 189 bucks, which is one thing I think I'll be getting for Christmas.

Roady2: It's not the best of the XM recievers, but dammit, it's 30 bucks, and you can't beat that! Plus, you can get it in different colors. I drive so much to and from work and school, that I would love to have satelite radio.

This is just the basic most wanted list...there's so many others that I could never have. I am grateful though, for my iPod and my new computer...don't get me wrong. I'm very lucky. But there's always something more...right? ;-)

Pics

Just a few pictures to tide you all over for a bit....me outside in the snow, and our new puppy, Maddie. She's actually been with us for a few months now...so she's not that new. Enjoy!

More Cowbell!

Things are going better now...

We made the pilgrimage up to Indiana last week to visit my family. Probably the best trip I've ever made up there. There were some down moments, like when my family's dog died...which was supremely depressing. Other than that, though, it was a good trip.

My youngest brother is 5 now...and he is hilarious. I got such a kick out of him. At one point during the trip, I did the math and figured out that my dad is now at the same point of raising my little brother that he was with me and my sister 20 years ago. Damn. Maybe I shouldn't have pointed that out to him.

There were a few slight mishaps involving our hotel room...as in them overcharging us, double charging us, giving us the wrong room, etc etc...and then the 0 degree weather made things fun on Thanksgiving...but I'm glad we went.

On the downside, I'm pissy to be back to work. Yes, Thanksgiving makes me thankful for having a job and such, but I hate my job! I can't wait to finish school so I can do something worthwhile for once. I'll get off that rant...only due to the fact that it's way too early for an "I hate my job" rant.

On that note...it's off to work for me. Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.

Whoopity Do

Yay for me. Yet another blog. Another place to gush about my boring life. No fear, I will post more soon, and enlighten your lives even further.

I have a ginormous final on Tuesday, so that's my excuse. Then I'll be visiting family up yonder in the Midwest for Thanksgiving....ANNNNND then I'll be back for more school, work, and posting on here! Yippee!!!

Actually, I'm in a pretty shitty mood tonight. The S.O. and I had a huge fight tonight. Things were said that were probably not meant, at least, until the anger subsides, then we won't mean the harsh things we said. I don't know if our relationship is salvagable at this point. It's one of those situations where my life will turn to shit if I don't stay...even though it's for the best that we go our seperate ways, emotionally. Needless to say, I'm torn. I do love him. I just don't know if that's enough to save what's going on. We're not happy. I admit that I could be trying harder, but after so many failed-this-one-is-the-one-relationships, I don't think I have much energy to try much harder. Not to mention that I'm getting older, and more stubborn about who I am, as I find out more who I am. To quote Coldplay: "Nobody said it was easy...it's such shame for us to part..."

And now I'm off to review some more, sip some calming tea, and attempt to sleep.