Bad Bunny!

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

So anyways, as it was bound to happen, but I was pretty much in denial that it would...

I finally met her.

Who you may wonder? Because you're all nosey like.

The fiancee. Not just any fiancee. But the ex-husband's fiancee.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Really. It shouldn't matter right? After all...you may say...you filed the divorce...You. You. You.

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say

So I wish I could write I've been away due to winning tons of moola in the lottery and running-off to some fantabulous destination where I'm being spoiled by gorgeous men who are wearing next to nothing while giving me back rubs while I sip on Mojitos.

Yeah.

I wish.

Truth.

I've been working like an insane person for the past month. So much so, that around midnight is my usual clocking out time. And it's only been today that I started to finally feel it. Okay, well actually, I felt it first last Saturday, but I got to yell at my ex-husband so I was good for a few days. Yeah...today, I can say for certain...I am feeling the loopy.

Ah yes, and somehow I made it through the week.

If it wasn't the flu and then a horrendous cold brought on by a heatwave followed by artic weather, followed by another heatwave, it was the increasingly hostile co-worker working her voodoo to instill within moi cranium a migraine the size of New Jersey.

Okay so maybe the size of New Jersey is a bit much. But seriously the headache was much too large to fit into even my overly large melon.

The moon last night, she was lovely! She was poised in the east sky most of the evening and I had a perfect view of her out of my bedroom window.

*sigh*

Speaking of moons, my little fella started up karate again. While he remembers all his moves from classes last year, the poor guy is a bit awkward, being that my little guy isnt so little for a seven year old. He seems to have half the grace of the other 7 year olds who are half his size. Trade offs, I know. But still Im a proud mommy when I watch him do his ready stances, strong horse, high-mid-low blocks, kicks and punches.

So anyways...

Funny thing happened this morning. The ex-Mr. gbunny gave the WeeOne his old phone since he decided to spoil himself with a new one.

My kid is constantly calling me throughout the day. Because of that I was thinking on getting him this. But now that he has a phone his Daddy used, the WeeOne begged me to activate it for him. It would save me the expense of getthing him a new one, so I agreed.

Being a single parent is hard people. So when Christmas comes around, why not use whatever ammunition's at my disposal to help mold my little guy into the type of guy he should be molded into???

Here's a copy of the letter he's getting from Santa this year...hehe

December 15, 2005

Dear XXXXX,

I’ve heard you been a wonderful boy this year! The Elves, Mrs. Claus and I are very proud of you! Below is a list of great behaviors that have placed you on the Good List:

Dear Family Member Who Sends Me 10 Email Chain Letters a Day with promises of love, wealth, an orgasmic sex life and the May-a-Thousand Gonorrhea-Infested-Camels smite my beloved lawn gnomes, pets, loved ones or me, causing me to lose my job, home, car, money, honey, etc and so on if I fail to forward said chain emails to 10 of my closest family members, friends, enemies, enemas, neighbors, neighbors family members friends' cousin's distant uncle six times removed to the 10th power of the dawning of the age of Aquarius,

I just have to say this once before my head explodes.

Jordis Unga's rendition of AreoSmith's Dream On on Tuesday night's show was akin to eating cockroaches off a sweaty, hairy man's butt. My ovaries dried up and fell out of my uterus and my dog got scared and tried to run out of the house and instead ran into the sliding glass door trying to get away from Jordis's screeching and vocal stumbling throughout the song. If anything, the song showcased the fact that songs with range is just not her forte.

So a card was circulated this morning around the office for everyone to sign. What I noticed. Out of 12 of us, only 2 of us signed "love" before our names. The others just signed their names after their blurbage in the card.

I'm sorry, but where is the LOVE???

For a group of people, who mostly have been working together in the same office for the past 10 years together...where is the love? I mean, where is the fondness for one another that would move someone to sign "love" as opposed to the generic leaving a joke that isn't even funny along with their name.

I loved reading Doonesbury as a kid. And I have to admit, I especially loved this strip, although many papers didn't have the cajones to publish it and if they did, they edited it arguing the strip was done in bad taste.

Sheesh already.

Okay so I couldn't really describe what I have been feeling over the London bombings all day. Could not quite put into words my total shock, sadness, disgust and anger.

I was angry and disgusted a year ago when bombs went off in Spain.

I was angry and disgusted back in 2001 for 9/11.

But B has once again been able to capture the question screaming inside me so perfectly and concisely.

Dear Ex-Cat Owner,

I hope you are well.

Notice that I addressed you as "Ex-Cat Owner". This may cause you puzzlement, or even "What-the-Hell???-Ment"...but believe me, the thing that just happened...just 10 minutes ago...it's caused me "I-Think-I'm-Gonna-Barf-Cause-I-Feel-Sick-To-My-Stomach-Ment".

And this is why.

I was happily driving along Sweetwater Road, and as you know since you live in these parts, there are no street lights on Sweetwater Road, making it quite difficult for one to see the side of the road. And because it runs partially between hills covered with Eucalyptus trees, at night it's pitch black because the moon is blocked out from all the trees. It's impossible to see with the exception of the road directly ahead of you being lit by the headlights of your car.

So I’ve discovered this morning that I have a name fetish!

It hit me as I was doing an ergo for one of the financial guys. He’s having back issues and I told him he should call one of the IT guys to move his computer monitor. I mentioned one name and then before I knew it, started mentioning another. Not because I thought the first person I would not be able to satisfactorily adjust said monitor, but because I wanted to say it. Saying this name, the way it is supposed to be said, is like p.orn to the mouth. Well mine at least. Hah!