CLB = Creepy Little Bastard.  There's this guy who comes up here to our office - he's a vendor of ours.  Well, first there's a backstory.  Let me explain ( Read more... )

Please.  Someone save me from the explosion I can feel lurking right behind my eyeballs.  I'm sure that I'm not the only "border collie person" or "dog person" that experiences this, but at the moment my eyeballs are about to explode, and orange fire is about to come shooting out of my ears.  Seriously.  It's not pretty when that happens, so save ( Read more... )

I was a Mary Kay lady for six years.  I liked it - the making money part.  I didn't so much like the whole "wear a skirt" rule, but since that was a requirement I had this cute, long, slit, tight-ish black skirt, that I paired up with these cute as heck black 2" heels that I'd usually wear out to try to sell my stuff.  I hated the asking people to ( Read more... )

Have you ever had one of those experiences where you were cruising right along and suddenly something happens and you feel like you've just crashed your airplane into the side of a mountain?  That was last night.  Golf lessons.  No, I promise the crash landing had nothing to do with the golf itself.  Actually, I'm making real progress with regards ( Read more... )

So that my post "Crash Landing" will make sense a little, let me just say that there are times where I ocasionally just need a man.   This week has obviously been one of those times.  I used to drive AH crazy with my trying to fix things that were broken, but what was a girl to do?  It wasn't like HE was making any effort to do it.

So lets see.  My ( Read more... )

There are just SOME things that annoy the you-know-what out of me.  Most of them involve other people, because lets face it - I rarely annoy myself.  I like myself.  If I didn't I wouldn't be so self-indulgent as to write a blog, now would I?  Either that or I just like to hear my head rattle.  So don't ask me where this whole feeling crunchy thing ( Read more... )

For those of you that don't want to get too personal, you might want to skip this one.

This is in part for one of my favorite women and best friends, who shall remain nameless to protect her identity...  I love her dearly, and it seems like the two of us are on a mission to weed out those things in our lives that cause us pain and gastronomic ( Read more... )