Thinking

What do you do when you love someone but have to say good bye? Is there an answer to that. I will apologize ahead, blogs for the next little while will be reflective and depressive.

Only one other time in the history of my dating life did I manage this extrodinary feat. I was very young and I think that made it easier. You'd think these things come with age.

Love is such a great thing, an experienced that makes all the pain in our lives worth it. But love can't be forced, it can't be manipulated. It has to be given freely, and without strings. Love with condition is not healthy.

Sometimes that type of love isn't there anymore. So how do you say good bye to it, how do you walk away?

I don't know how. I don't know how to walk away with out losing part of myself again. And I have worked so hard to get to this point in my life. Maybe in that work I did something wrong.

Baby it's cold outside

And for your information, it is still cold inside. I am going to take a gander and say that my company has decided to cut costs by freezing us out. Maybe there is a hope that people will quit because it is so damn cold in here.I have news for them... I won't be one of those people. I am on to their game.

I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow.... I get to celebrate New Years somewhere other than SLC. It is a treat. And maybe this is the naivity in me.... but I assumed Vegas would be warm. Nope. As of now they are only 10 measly degress warmer than us. I want more then that!

I did break out one of my wonderful Christmas gifts....



Now I no longer have to spend WAY too much money going to Beans and Brew. I can make my own mocha or latte. Now... way back in my days I worked at a place where I had to make these fancy drinks all the time. So last night as I try it out for the first time I just stare at the machine, unsure of what to do. Apparently making fancy coffee is not like riding a horse.

I will leave you with a nice tid-bit

Rex: Ok I did... I lied... I like the buzz
Bob: I bet you do
Bob: Whore!
Rex: Who you calling whore?
Bob: Um, hello... I am not the one who is pregnant, so obviously you
Rex: haha, no that just means you are frigid and cold hearted

Sigh... Rex is right. Bob is such a frigid bitch

Welcome Back Kotter

It is freezing in my office. When I say freezing I mean my nose is cold and I have to continue typing just to keep my fingers warm. Now like any responsible building, our heat is turned low over the weekend, especially long weekends. Every Monday I go through this exact same thing, I freeze. So explain to me why it is that if we are intelligent enough to turn down the heat we can't turn it up in enough time for above freezing temperatures when people come to work?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas (or other Holiday). I must say I am glad it is over. As much as I enjoy shopping for people, baking cookies, and having long weekends... I am ready to get back to the grind. I was finally able to dig into the cleaning that I have avoided doing since I was sick. Have you ever had cleaning that needed to be done so badly that you put it off? Then when you finally get to it you have to make a mess to clean up? It blows. But now the front room and kitchen look liveable.

And the snow. Dear god. I wanted desperately to be any where but here. I can't remember the last time we had this much snow... wait I can. It was back in 2004. I was on the couch in my apartment Christmas Day, still recovering from surgery. I looked outside and thought how lucky I was to not be in the car on the way to Nebraska. My brother decided to be helpful and clear the driveway for my dad. What we learned was that it was a two person battle. I should have been the one to move the car, my brother managed to get it stuck. But thanks to my wonderful ability to retain useless knowledge I remembered a little blip I saw on the weather channel. They were discussing being prepared for road trips in the winter. "Keep a back of kitty litter in your car". Now don't be silly. It isn't in case you find a stranded kitten, but to give your tires something to grip on when you're stuck. That and a good push and we were done.



Can you believe this crap? Jeff and I finally gave it up after we realized in the fight with mother nature.... We were getting our asses kicked!



Well, I should probably get back to my hectic schedule of busy work. Don't fear that I will freeze to death... I found a space heater.

Female Band Seeks Drummer

No, I haven't deleted my myspace page yet. I intend to... I don't even think I've logged in. See, this is why I will delete it.

It is official. Meow Meow Thievery rocks. This is the official name of the new and improved band that Halls, Morgie and I rock with. We are sans drummer but make up for it with our awesome rendetion of One Way or Another. I love Blondie. And to be honest (cause I always am), we sucked it at Blondie. Could be because we were exhausted and my left wrist was starting to swell. We should solicit a drummer. I suspect it should be another female.

Halls is the whore of the group, rocking in a short skirt showing her chonies. And she is known to girrate when we finish a song. Surprising to anyone? I think not! As for Morgie and I, were are less whorish and more talented. Wait! Hall is making up for her lack of talent by being the whore. Ah Ha. Kidding, Halls is not a whore. Her RB character is.

We only play once a week, if that. So in spite of the lack of practice we still rock. ;)

Where do we live again?

Utah, a place of many wonders. And... in case some of you were unaware, it snows here. Every single year we get snow. I know, shock and awe. Not as bad as other areas, but moderately bad. So.... explain to me why it is a surprise? I know we get a few new people into the state every year, but the amount of Utard drivers is amazing to me. My morning commute sucked! What normally takes me 20 minutes too well over an hour. Why? Because people don't understand how to drive in the snow.

Lesson for all of you, just because you have a truck, just because you have 4-wheel drive.... DOESN'T mean you can drive fast. Trucks have little weight in the back making for an excellent spinning tool. 4-wheel drive is for rough terrain, not to stop from sliding on a sheet of ice. I digress.

And how is it that it was snowing when I got up at 6 and an hour later when I was leaving there still wasn't a plow to be seen? I know that our taxes go to something... pretty sure plows are part of that.

And this guy? He's effin crazy!

The end of an era

I was a late comer to the game of social networking. I think I was about 24 when I first heard of myspace. Forgive me for me inability to stay on top of fads, I was worried about other things...

But oh the wonderful things that myspace gave me. There is the good, I was reaquainted with MLo, actually in all honestly I am not entierly sure if that was how we started talking again. I met the BFF randomly, while I couldn't sleep. If I had been functioning normally I never would have replied and where would I be now? With out wonderful stories about the Iron-Welding-Bridge-Troll and BiPolar Girl. I found some fantastic blog buddies and developed great friendships, via the net. Although two of them I have met.

Then there was the bad, like that one irish mucisian guy.... the breast feeding blog (she deleted it otherwise I would have linked it), people that didn't agree with some of my more opinionated blogs. And the ugly... Like Cheetos (WORST MISTAKE EVER), the EEEEEEEEEEEE guy, and other random people that I could have never met.

And now.... Well.... I don't really like myspace. I am on maybe once a week. I quit blogging there. I quit most of it. I just don't like it any more. It has gotten... well trival. That or I have just grown up. I miss the conversations, the silly comments, reading all the blogs. But the site just doesn't do it for me anymore.

So I get ready to wave a farwell. The only thing that makes me sad is losing all the wonderful correspondence. Some of the funniest things I have ever read were sent to me on myspace.... Check out time is now.

My Christmas Wish

In all honestly I don't even know what I really want for Christmas. World peace, an end to poverty and hunger, equality for everyone (this means even the gays, thanks again scum in Cali), no more homeless pets (Bob Barker is a god, listen to him, spay and neuter your pets and quit buying pets from breeders)... But those concepts are ones that we all should wish for.. okay the breeder one may not be on everyone's list.

I love Christmas, I love shopping for people (yes I know, how very commercial of me). There is something about the face a reciepent makes when they open your gift, it is just wonderful. I love sending cards out. Although this year instead of wishes of ass smacking and highly inappropriate notes to the BFF I will send nice loving cards. Except to MLo, pretty sure his mentions something about hoping that he is alive.

I just realized that I am going to have to post two blogs. Because there is something else I want to tie in to hear that just isn't going to work for this blog.

I have been debating what to get the co-workers, and I have finally settled... instead of a gift I plan on making a donations to The Road Home and the YWCA. I encourage everyone to open their hearts and their pocket books (wow, what a quaint little line). Even if all you can afford is $10, go to the grocery store, bargin shop and spend ten dollars on non-perishable food items and take them to the food bank. If you really can't afford anything, I know times are hard, call up The Road Home, The YWCA, or any other shelter and ask how you can donate your time.

Tis the season for giving, so give to those who have fallen on hard times. There are more people than you know who are one paycheck away from being homeless.

Hugs and Kisses and Holiday Wishes,

Linds