Dear Surprise, Disgusted or whoever you are

I don't think that we need to inform you of how chicken shit it is to post under an assumed name. (Notice I used the term "ass u me") rather than alias? Perhpas you are one person, using different names or perhaps you are not the same person. Either way, it makes no difference to me whether I am addressing one person or two.
Also, This post isn't about agreeing or disagreeing with anything that you said. I believe in free speech and admire some of the folks here who have spoken against popular belief. At least they had the balls to do it under their real name. And I haven't seen anyone being banished since then. So this is about how you said what you said, not what you actually said.
For Disgusted: In your silly little chicken shit post to Chelli you mentioned that you were hiding behind a name because of what happened to Doo Wah. Well here is my take on this. If it were me who felt the need to say something to people, I would do it under my own name. But if i felt that I was going to be beaten by the masses and run out of town, guess what? I would still use my real name. Here is why. If I had an opinion on something as strongly as you obviously did and none of the people who I associated with had the same opinion and I felt that I would be run out of town, would I really want to associate with those people? My answer is no. So why would I be so chicken to hide behind a name. I guess I'm a little ballsier than you are. I would go out in a blaze of glory. Hiding behind some assumed (there's that ass u me again ) is bullshit. You obviously don't like Chelli and Jim and they obviously don't like you. So why do you care if you get run out of town.
Oh, hi Surprise *waves* I haven't forgotten about you. Nor your little post in Monsty's blog.
Now you? made me laugh my ass off. Yes, at first, I admit that I was mad. I even called you a pussy motherfucker and a chicken shit asshole. I still stand by both. I called you that because you went after my sistah and I got pissed and protective. I especially admired your little bit about how some of her "close friends" felt the same way that you do. That? Priceless. Because here's the thing. I doubt that any of Monsty's "close friends" would associate with and confide in you. Monsty's close friends have spines and strength. When Monsty does something that i don't like, I tell her. And she does the same with me. Because we are close friends. And truthfully, none of her real friends would talk behind her back. If they did they wouldn't be real friends.
I think your intent was to make her worry about who her friends were and to question herself and her friends. OOOOOPPPPPSSSS, that backfired. Monsty and I and some of her other friends spent time today laughing at you. And as a result we became even more tight knit.<---a little cross stitch reference for my own amusement.
My guess is that the two of you have absolutely no life because you spend your time hiding behind your assumed (doh, there it is again) name, lurking around the blogland, judging people and then posting bullshit that you don't have the guts to say under your real identity. That is pretty fucking pathetic. It's so pathetic that as I sit here typing, I almost feel bad about all of the fun we had at your expense today. Because fun indeed is what we had. I know that at one point, a couple of us had to stop and regroup because we had tears rolling down our faces laughing at you so hard.
Anyhow, I realized in all of this that you had not been given a proper welcome to blogland. How rude and uppity and snobbish of us. So from me and my sistahs and some of my other friends, we want to welcome you with a big GO FUCK YOURSELF. Ack!! where did that come from? That is sooooo not very welcoming. Let me try again. GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU PUSSY ASS MOTHER FUCKING CHICKEN SHIT LOSER. Oh my yes, that was much better.
Now go warm up your little tv dinner, sit in front of your little computer and have at it.
Sit back and watch us unite, you stupid piece of shit. *grin*<--because I want to remain friendly through all of this.

Cool vs. Not Cool: Companion thread

So over on Tkit's blog she asked if you thought you were cool or not. So I have some questions:

1. What do you think Society considers to be "Cool"

2. What do you consider to be cool?

3. If you said you were cool, what is it that you think makes you cool? If you said you were not cool, what is it that you think makes you uncool?

House pictures

For Tkit. Pictures of the house. :)
For Jen, a picture of my medicine cabinet.

Conforming by editing out my pics. *grin*

Picture taking fool

I don't know why I am feeling the need to use my camera so much these days. Probably because Michelle complained to me the other day that I don't use it enough considering how much I whined and cried about HAVING to have a new camera. So here are the pics of my 49er room.

The Chair

The pictures are of the Chair, The Hat and The Partridge Family wall. I thought visual aids of my little story would be helpful. *grin*




So in that last post, I talked about the ugly chair in the corner. It is ugly but it's one of those things that is so ugly that you like it. The frame of the chair is hand carved and painted black with red accents. The chair is red with black spots. We call her the lady bug chair.

The chair came to us on a sunny Saturday afternoon about 5 years ago. We were cruising the aisles at the flea market and there it was. This woman was selling some antique furniture and The Chair.
Michelle and I do not have any sort of classic look when it comes to our decorating style. The only way that I can think to describe our house is an odd museum of odd things. One bedroom is painted 49er red and is an absolute shrine to my team. I mean like it could be in a sports magazine type of shrine. Most everything in that room is 49ered. From a sports locker to helmets to die cast planes, trains and automobiles.
Then there is the Hollwood room. That room is painted like the Partridge Family bus but instead of the oranges and yellows, we have pastel blues and greens. We have all kinds of Hollywood memorabilia in there. From Charlie's angels dolls (still in the packaging) to autographed pictures to an autographed surfboard and autographed skateboard (signed by Tommy Lee) hanging on the walls.
The rest of the house is just as ecclectic. From collections of decorative skulls and walking sticks and other movie and music memorabilia. We have an autographed Rick Springfield guitar hanging at the top of the stairway. We have an entirely purple bathroom which we call the Jimi Hendrix experience bathroom.
So as you can see, we are odd. So this chair just seemed so perfect. We looked at each other, asked the lady the price and we bought it. BUT, in order to buy the chair, we had to take the matching hat. Not quite matching but it is a wide rimmed, red, feather hat. *giggle*
We brought our little treasure home and noticed that everyone who came over, made a comment on the chair. So we started a tradition and decided that everyone who came to our house had to have their picture taken in The Chair with the hat. I would guess that we are up to about 35 pictures. Sadly, we have lost the hat to another tradition that takes place up at the lake. But the pictures are still required.
So if you come and visit me at my house? You too will have to have your picture taken in The Chair.

Edited to add a closeup of the chair, the hat and a sample of the Prtridge family wall.

New TV

Well here is the new TV. *big grin* I'm still adjusting to the minor distortion in the picture that these have. But man o man can you tell the difference when a show is being broadcast in HDTV. Holy Cow. Michelle was watching some deep sea diving show this morning just because it was in HDTV. She said she felt like she was staring into a fish tank on our wall.
Yes, that is a very weird chair that we have on the left. There is a story behind the chair that I'll tell another time. But warning to all of you who enter my home: You WILL have your picture taken in THE chair.
We still have to mount the surround sound. Best Buy connected it but they don't install the external speakers. I think we'll do that later today. We also need to get a strip of something to hide the power cord hanging from the tv. They were able to put all the cable cords etc into the wall but it's against the law to string the power cord through the wall. We may eventually have an electrician come and install a plug behind the tv. Minor details.
Oh, and the show on the tv is JAWS II or III or IV.

$3.15 a gallon

What are you paying for gas. I just stopped at the gas station and it was $3.15 a gallon for regular. I didn't even let my eyes wander to the cost of the premium. Gah.

Six Things

Here are the rules-
1. Reveal six weird facts/things/habits about yourself and then tag six people
2. Leave a "You're Tagged!" comment to let the people you have tagged know they have to reveal six things (or the entire blogosphere will explode and it will be their fault)
3. Leave a comment HERE to let me know when you have completed your missionSIX THINGS

1. 95% of the time, I will not eat the last bite of food that is meant to be eaten by hand.
i.e. hamburgers, sandwiches. Wieners are the exception. I eat every bite of those. I also usually remove the bread from the second half of a sammich and just eat the meat and veggies. But I do eat the bread on the first half of a sammich.

2. When writing checks for my bills, I MUST round up so that the checks end in either 0 or 5.
i.e. if my bill is for $44.55, I have to round up to $45.00. Very rarely and unless it's necessary will I write a check with cents. If the bill is $47.00, I will round it up to $50.00.

3. I am not a stingy eater or drinker. I will share my fork or spoon or glass with anyone who I am friends with. EXCEPT for milk. Nothing grosses me out more than someone sipping off of my milk. I won't even let Michelle drink out of my milk. If someone were to drink out of my milk I would give it to them and get another. *shudder*

4. Hair. Specifically? unattached hair. I will not let anyone use my brush (including Michelle) because god forbid one of their strands of hair were to get wrapped into my brush. Hair on the bathroom floor sends me into a gagging fit. And I won't touch other people's dead hair either. Although I can handle pulling one strand off of someone's shirt if there is just ONE loose. Two strands won't be removed by me though.

5. I buy my shoes a half a size too big because I hate having my feet feel like they are suffocating. I like loose shoes and I like to be able to slip in and out of them without having to untie or tie. As a result, most of my shoes are torn up in the heel area.

6. And speaking of shoes...I have to put my left sock on before my right sock and my left shoe on before my right shoe. I also have left socks and right socks. Michelle says that's weird because she just grabs socks and puts them on whichever foot they end up on. I would be off balance all day if I wore a right sock on my left foot. And if I ever put a right sock or shoe on first, something bad in my world will happen.

I couldn't keep track of who has and hasn't been tagged. So instead of 6 people, I choose whoever hasn't been tagged and wants to do the dix things.

The Great Quake of 1906, 100 years ago today

http://www.sfgate.com/greatquake/ <-----very cool site about the Great Quake Remembering the 1906 great quake of San Francisco. It hit at 5:12am on April 18th, 1906. There are various reports on the magnitude of the quake. Anywhere from 7.7 to 8.3 on the richter scale. To put it in perspective, the quake in 1989 registered at 7.1 (reports also vary on this) and you saw the damage that was done then. And that was in modern times. Imagine 100 years ago the damage that was done. I could post a million pictures but I won't. I decided to post our City Hall prior to and after the quake. This first picture is City hall in 1902. Prior to the quake







This second picture is City hall in 1906. After the quake.








This is City Hall today.

Woo Freaking Hoo

How happy am I? I think the title says it.

After shopping last night and all day today, we finally came home with EVERYTHING that we were shopping for and then some. And we didn't have even one argument. Not even the tiniest of arguments.

Today's score: 42" flat panel, mountable, plasma tv for the living room.
15" flat panel, mountable, plasma tv for the guest room.
One dark brown leather, sofa bed couch.
Two merlot leather, swivel, rocker, recliner chairs.

We took home the 15" tv with us today. The 42" will be delivered on Friday and mounted AND hooked up to our entire existing theater package on Saturday. The recliners are being delivered on Saturday as well.

You have no idea how happy I am. We wanted to have all of this before the end of June and have sort of passively been shopping. But last night we went out and aggressively started to compare and did the same this morning. Four electonics stores and three stores with furniture and all is completed. This makes Carey a happy camper.

Rose says hello

I got to chat with Rose for a little bit yesterday and she wanted me to say hello to everyone. She is doing well. Very busy. She is doing great in school and will be back around in May, full force.
She had been nursing a sick kid for the past 6 days but that is all under control now. She can't wait to get back here and chat with everybody again and she sends her love, her kisses and she misses everybody.

Just because

Word of the day

Schlumpadika: A woman who lets herself go in the looks department.

Used in a sentence:
If you throw on a little bit of makeup before you go out for the day, you won't look like a schlumpadika all day.

UFO in Northern California

I have seen the most bizarre thing today. Up in the sky there is this bright object. It seems to be putting off a lot of light. The entire sky is lit up and is blue. I can't remember seeing such a thing. It also seems to be putting off some sort of warmth. It has all of us very confused and we are wondering where it came from and what it is. It has an orangish hue and it is the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time. But I learned quickly not to stare directly at it. It must have some sort of secret code written on it or hold some sort of deep secret that we aren't supposed to know about because when I looked directly at it, it almost blinded me.

For the record

My real name is not Carey. That is my incognito name.

Just stuff

Ozzy has been cremated and is now in a mini pyramid urn in the living room. I don't know why I find this to be kinda humorous. Yesterday he was in a bird's body, today he is ash in a pyramid. I'm not big on cremation. I was all for it until my first grandparent was cremated. I then suddenly had some weird aversion to it. Bury me whole, please. And I want my headstone to read as follows:

Carey ######
1966-20**
Oh Fuck!!! I'm dead
from hypochondria

Please God, tell me that Katherine McPhee is over 18. She has some great hips and um well other nice assets as well. Ooops, sorry, I had to wipe the drool off of myself.

Speaking of drooling, Tim McGraw was on Ellen today. Tasty he is. The things I could do with him and Katherine, oh my. *dreamy sigh*

My boss was very happy with my S.O.P. manual. He complimented me muchly. Michelle thinks I should have charged them for the time that I worked on it at home. I was perfectly happy with the praise instead of the money. And let's be honest, I think we can all agree that I waste enough company time on the internet that I'm not about to charge them for a few hours of work that I did at home. I feel we're even.

I got on a scale today. When I saw how much I weighed, I think my exact words were "fuck me freddy, I'm fat". Two years ago I went on Weight Watchers and lost 25lbs. I have gained 15 of it back. Gotta get serious about the weight loss again.

What is NOT helping the cause. One of Michelle's bingo dork friends knows that we like salami. She has a friend that works for a salami company. Michelle came home with 20lbs of salami butts and ends from her bingo friend. So now, not only am I fat, I'm breaking out too. I never break out. Salami and stress are the only two things that put zits on my face. So if you see me and I have a zit, ask me if I am stressed or if I have been eating salami.

Speaking of salami: Michelle knows whenever I eat garlic. She says that when I eat garlic, I smell like a salami. *snort*

Paint, Bird and sore as hell

I had a full weekend and I bet I sleep well tonight.

We started out the weekend with a sick bird. Michelle's pet cockatiel, Ozzy, that she has had for 21 years. Ozzy died sometime last night and we discovered him this morning. I heard Michelle wake up this morning and I waited for her to come downstairs. After about 20 minutes I went up and she was laying in bed. I asked how Ozzy was and she said she hadn't checked yet because she had a feeling. I went over and lifted the cover off his cage and there he was, the poor baby, dead at the bottom of the cage. I turned to Michelle and told her I was sorry. She's heartbroken. She has had Oz since he was born and she was very bonded to him. So needless to say, today has not been good for her.

I spent the weekend painting my bathroom. Yesterday I did all the prep work. Taping things off, washing the walls and ceiling and then giving it a coat of primer. Today after doing what needed to be done as far as Ozzy, I painted the bathroom. It's fucking hard at 40 years old to be painting up on the ceiling and up in the skylight and down behind the toilet and blah blah blah. Add in that I changed the sheets on the bed, did all the laundry and vacuumed the entire house and I am hurting all over.
After sitting for more than 5 minutes I practically need a crane to get me up. Muscles I had forgotten that I even had are hurting.

Yay!! for me. Between Friday night, yesterday morning and this morning, I finished writing my intruction manual for work. I had been working on a rough draft all last week. I forget how detailed things have to be. For me, it's just become so easy to do my job that I don't have to even think about it anymore. But to have to describe in detail how to do my job, not as easy as doing my job. I pretty much had to write "Estimating for Dummies".
For those who don't know, I work for a commercial Printing Company. Commercial, meaning not PIP or Kinkos or one of those copy shops. We are lithographic printers. Magazines, posters, mailers, bound books, stuff like that.
Anyhow, I finished my little instruction booklet and I'm quite proud of myself. It came out as very professional sounding and I feel good about presenting it to my boss tomorrow.
Time for an end of the weekend, wind me down drink. *yawn*