My Peanut Gallery

This July 30th she would have been 6.
This December 20th will be 2 years since sh was murdered.
Yesterday her killer was found guilty of 3rd degree murder and aggravated child abuse.
I hope they throw away the key.


*click the title for one of the articles/news video

*****This Post was originally wrote on 7/13/07. I wrote it and then for whatever reason didn't post it, I saved it in my drafts, forgot about it, and then found it today.******


And you're all tagged. Especially Joy cause I know she just lurves all the bitches people she works with.

Ok. It's time to play "Most likely to...". Just like your senior year yearbook except you're going to use the people that you work with. Or, if you're worried about getting Dooced use your friends/family.

Rules:
1. Be as nice or as mean as you want.
2. You don't have to use my categories, you can make up your own "most likely to's".

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C. (boss) : Most likely to achieve- classic type A personality, you pretend to work when he comes in your office, if not he will find you some work. Well, that is if he's not too busy in his own office looking at porn sites. <--- 100% true.

K. (boss) : Most likely to be found anywhere besides work. - classic type B personality, never in a rush, has no care for schedules, things will work out somehow. Usually can be located at the golf course, or on his boat, or in a bar, or possibly in a bar with a hooker. Kidding.(sorta).

B. : Most likely to kick the bucket first. - B is just B and I couldn't think of anything else to write about him. But he's old, so barring any unfortunate accidents, logic says he will be the first to go.

J. : Most likely to end up old and all alone. Everyone knows one of these, he's the guy that knows everything. If you ask him some crazy shit like "what is the life span of a gnat?" he'll tell you some bullshit and then when you look it up on the internet and prove him wrong? he'll go on and on about how things must have changed because he learned about gnats in 6th grade science and that's what it was then.
Also he has done just about everything, or if not him then someone he knows has done it. Definitely.

E. : Most likely to cut you up and dump your body parts in a river- I hate when we are the only ones in the office because he gives me a major case of the creeps. And I don't know why. He's never given me any real reason to think he might be a serial killer. He's nice, kinda quiet/shy, keeps to himself. But, then again, I'm pretty sure that's what everyone says when they find out their neighbor has 15 bodies buried in the backyard/stored in his freezer.

H.(me) : Most likely to get cut up and put in river by the (alleged) Serial killer she works with. Especially if he ever finds this site and figures out she's onto his "It puts the lotion on or it gets the hose" ass.

Your turn.
Let me know if you do this so I can link to it here.

I just checked my statcounter, because let's be honest people I find it amazing that anyone is still coming here, and I noticed that a lot of my hits at are coming from google searches involving uteruses (uteri?) and falling.

So i googled - then my uterus fell out

Woot woot! #1 on the google search engine.

I know, my awesomeness astounds even me sometimes.

So wow.

Sorry I haven't been posting. It's been 5 months almost and a lot has been going on. I feel like I have funny stories to tell but I should just do a recap for this post.
So here goes.......

I still like my job but, as with anything, the new & shiny is starting to wear off. But it really is going good. I've gotten 2 raises already. I also got offered a promotion! So that was exciting even though I didn't take it. WHAT?! I know right? We sat down and talked about it and I just felt like there were things I could learn as an assistant still. Thankfully the big boss was cool with that and said the offer stands and that we will talk about it again after the first of the year.

Woah, that's like grown up shit right there.

I'm still not smoking! August 17 was my 1 year anniversary. Go me! But I did gain back all of the weight that I lost last year so now I have to start working on that again.

Peanut started kindergarten 2 weeks ago. So far he likes it. However, he is already giving me shit about doing homework. Already!? He also started regular tea kwon do. No more little kids class for him. He's loving it.

Basically I've just been staying busy with the new job, school starting, going back to the gym, etc.

There is one more thing going on that I saved for last because it's shitty- My Brother in law is dying of bone cancer. So we've been spending a lot of time with him at home or at the hospital depending on where ever he is that day.

J and I have been talking a lot about how we're going to explain the situation to Peanut. He knows uncle Tom is sick with cancer, (we explained that he had cancer and was not just normal sick because we didn't want peanut to worry that he was going to end up in the hospital every time he got regular sick) but pretty soon we are going to have to decide if we should explain that uncle Tom is dying or just wait and then talk about it afterward. I think it will be easier if we just wait but........... I don't know. It's going to be hard. They are very close, Peanut was born on Tom's birthday, Tom is peanut's godfather, it just sucks.

Well, ending on bad news sucks but I need to go get ready to go to the hospital so I'll have another post soon. Don't worry this time it won't be 5 months in the making.

I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At a property management company. I started on Tuesday and have so much crap to learn.

I have my own email.

And an in/out box.

My own extension.

Eventually my own business card.

These things excite me.

I'm such a dork.

So, I finally stopped procrastinating and made the decision to go back to school. I'm going to take the TABE test this afternoon (ha! see what I'm doing instead of my practice test). I'm not sure what I'm going to take yet either Medical billing/coding or dental assistant. I really wanted to do Dental Hygienist but that takes 2 years and...... well I'm lazy, and it costs alot, and I'm lazy. I figure if I do Dental assistant and like it then I could work on dental hygienist. We'll see.

I've made all these decisions and set up testing so of course when I checked my emails yesterday there was one from a dr.'s office inviting me to come in and fill out an application. Because he liked my resume. I'm supposed to go see him Friday afternoon.

Figures.

I'm gonna cover all my bases and still work on the school stuff but how much do you want to bet that now I'll get offered a job. And I have no idea what I will do if he does offer. Will I take it and forget about school? I don't know.

On one hand I'm excited about going back to school. On the other, I'm very unexcited about going back to working in a restaurant until I'm finished with school (because my unemployment will run out soon). I already talked to my old manager, I have my job back whenever I want it. The problem is that I don't want it. At all.

And here I am jumping the gun already. Guess I'll just wait and see if I even get offered the job befor I start worrying about it.

I do not even have the words to explain how excited I am right now.

12 years ago my friends took me to get a tattoo for my birthday. What I ended up with was not a good tattoo. I went back and they re did it to try to fix it. It still was not good and I was not happy. The owner of the shop offered to cover it up with another tat for free the only catch being that it would have to be larger than the first one (obviously).

People.

The only way I can describe my tattoo is to tell what was said every time someone new saw it.....

"Ahhh. a cover up, huh?"

Every time.

I was told that what I had was as good as it was ever gonna get because you have to cover black ink with black ink. Makes sense, right? So I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to live with shit forever or start saving up for laser removal.

Until!

I went with some friends while they got a tattoo at a new shop. I got to talking to the owner about my leg and he said "What?! that's crazy bullshit, I could fix that right up. No problem."

Here's the before picture (just remember, it actually looked worse. I took this pic after he had already started redoing the outline)



The original tat was under the black rose. And see the belly and ears of the dragon? see how they're skin color? at one point they were orange.

Here's the after.



It was worth all 3 & 1/2 hours.

And again next to each other.

Ugh.

I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later. Cause it happens to all of us, right?

Peanut walked in on the doggy style, (TMI? sorry, the position is a key point of the story), and now he keeps asking what J was doing to my butt (Nothing!), even better, he must have seen my toy because he keeps insisting that I was doing something to my butt. I wasn't but I'm also not up to explaining what I was doing.

I'm just hoping he doesn't go to school and ask his teacher about it.

Psst....
Hi, I'm back!

For the past week I've been helping out at my friend JC's print shop because their usual person is away till tomorrow so Yay Me! Working! Under the table so I can collect unemployment at the same time!
Uh, ha ha, just kidding unemployment.... gotcha!.... I'm really just still sitting around my house, jobless, unemployed, with no job. ahem.

Anyway that's about it. I sit around computerless all day and think up all of the wonderful stories i am going to share with you except then i get home and my brain shuts off and i can't remember what the hell I was gonna write. Say thank you, trust me, because if I persisted in trying to write said stories they would come out like this:

Once upon a time. Butterflies. Red sweater. 5. Chased a car.

Makes sense right?

At one time they were all parts of a fairly cohesive story.
Don't ask me how it went. There's a good chance it was about a dream I had the other night in which case say thank you again because i'm fairly certain no one wants to hear boring ass retellings of my dreams.

In other news, I died my hair.
*gasp*

You know how it is, I wasn't getting hired anywhere.
Obviously my hair needed a change. My husband does not understand the logic of that statement but I stand by it. Women, you know what I'm talking about.

And just to prove me right fate intervened and I was offered a job the very next day! Let me just break it down for you. But first..... It might be one of those -only funny if you were there (or retarded) kind of stories- we'll see.

It was the Tuesday of voting (I forget the date, hey at least I remembered to vote. sitting around all day is tiring you know.)
Anyhoo, I went to vote and then I went to leave. Quick and straight forward.
On the way out a 60ish old lady hands me my "I voted today" sticker and says to me.......
"Have you ever considered being a pole* worker?"
*loooooong blink*
Don't say it. Don't you dare. Oh my god stop laughing.Stop it.
Old lady looks at me like she's clearly hoping the retarded girl does not say yes...
"Uh... hahahahahah.. uh no hahahah no I haven't"
Look of profound relief
"Right. have a nice day"

So I get home and have this conversation with J:
"Hey I just got offered a J.O.B!"
"Really? Doing what?"
"The 60ish old lady at the voting place asked me if I've ever considered being a pole* worker. I swear to god I almost said 'no, but I hear there's good money in it'." insane laughter
"Actually I think it's all volunteer work honey."

.....
.....

"Wait. Are you being serious right now? or are you fucking with me?"
"What?! I'm pretty sure they don't get paid to do that. It's part of volunteering for your party's campaign or something."

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"Do I seriously have to explain to you how an old lady just asked me if I wanted to be a pole worker and why I found that funny?"
"Wha..... oh. OH!"
Followed by insane laughter.
And I'm the blond one.

At least I used to be: