Coupl'a questions

So.. I have been trying to find more blogs to read outside the TTC community as I am no longer TTC. I am just looking for lesbo blogs, plain ol' lesbos that are funny, have families.. or not.. whatev. I am not dissing my blogging roots, just expanding.

What are your favorites?

Also.. remember El Snoro, the boss that sleeps half the day? Well the scoop is that he has debt out the wazoo and, since I answer the phones here, I take all of his collection calls. I take their names, numbers and where they are calling from and post that information under his name on a huge tack board.

A few things have crossed my mind.... First and foremost I don't judge because I, too, have had issues with debt. Many of us have! But dear god if I EVER had anyone call me at my WORK?!?! No way jose. I would be HORRIFIED!!! And then to have this information posted under my name?? I would put an end to that ASAP! He sees the notes and does this fake "my story is bogus so I am talking too loud" thing, as if I am an idiot and actually think that Capital 1 is calling to offer him a loan...it is along the same lines as the "I am lying... so I am fake yawning" thing (please tell me I am not the only one who knows about these dead giveaways!). 2nd.. I have WORKED in collections. (yes. it sucked.) Doing collections on everything from health club membership dues to hospital bills to actually having to go hunt down people and TAKE THEIR CARS. Yes. Me. I did that. Sorry. So, I know that in the state of Wisconsin you can tell them to stop calling your work... and they can't call your work. simple.

My question is WWYGD? What would you gals do? Would you approach El Snoro and ask him to tell his creditors to stop calling work as it is easily up to 7 or 8 times a day on most days. Or, would you continue your post it note mosaic of messages on the tack board?

ps. I am sorry if my grammar sucks in my posts.... I am usually doing them in several segments so my internetting goes under Blonde Ambitions radar. I don't ALWAYS have the grammatical talents of a 3rd grader.

our path

I took the idea from Earth*Ocean*Baby to write down my path.. my story about how I got to where I am right now.

I thought it would be a good idea.. I have lots of of great stories... but after I wrote and wrote about college and friends and relationships and how I came back to Milwaukee and then meeting Mic- I realized that I am FAR more interested in hearing other peoples life stories. I always have been the person that asks a lot of questions... without fear... because people ALWAYS answer. I love it! I love hearing what people think and why and "what happened then"... laugh with them at the great endings or cry at the sad outcomes... Not because I am going to judge them... but because I love how similar peoples lives are, how we can really LEARN from other peoples mistakes and A+ decisions. How we weave these webs....

I have ALWAYS wanted to go into counseling of some sort. I truly believe it was my calling. I think that is why people can open up to me... I feel SO LUCKY that people feel comfortable around me.... My mom talked me out of that major when I was going off to school and my dad talked me into business. Ew. That was the completely wrong direction from the path that I should have taken.

I often wonder about going back... and wish there were some sort of "short cut" of that I had the inside scoop on some AWESOME job that doesn't take as much schooling as traditionally would be needed for counseling.

I am rambling....my brain is in a million different directions...my lists are long right now, and I can't seem to focus on completion of any task on them. We have a busy weekend ahead of us. Tomorrow I am meeting Amy half way between here and there :) and we are going to have fish and a glass of wine and talk talk talk talk.. I can't WAIT! Saturday Mo and Greg are coming down for a fondue and wine party at a friends house... that should be a hoot...(I am SO ready to GO TO a party instead of hosting one) then the cherry on top, a Sunday with my girl.. aaahhh.

Stolen

from CJ over at Don't Lick the Ferrets.

Because I feel as if I am entering a pms related funk. Step away from the bloated girl with a big zit on her nose... she might eat you if you at all resemble a Reese's peanut butter cup.

Outside my window is a parking lot full of little hippy landscaper workers all bundled up in winter gear decorating the building of my employment.

I am thinking about microderm abrasion and laser hair removal.

I am thankful for every moment. They are all blessings... even the kinda shitty ones. Literally.

I am wearing trouser socks that are too tight. Don't worry- I have clothes on too... the usual.. grey and black. That seems to be what my wardrobe consists of.

I am remembering today has been a road down memory lane for me... thinking about past relationships, old friends, times gone by.. thinking about the different places and situations my life has ended up in.

I am reading Jillian Michaels "Mastering Your Metabolism" VERY interesting.. but I am ready for some mushy love story.

On my mind "its 2:22...sonofa.... it's ONLY TWO TWENTY TWO. Should I even HAVE lunch now? I wonder how long microderm abrasion takes? Probably not as long as this meme"


Pondering these words How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours. – Wayne Dyer (from Dyke Evolutions blog) I dig it.

From the kitchen what? What from the kitchen? I don't get this one.. From the Kitchen I am imagining that hot Latino doctor from Grey's Anatomy bringing me my lunch? hm.

Around the house is lots of love... and laughter.... and dog hair.

headache.

I can't get rid of it.

It might be all the fake work I have been doing (at work) while waiting to get busy again. Life isn't easy going when there is NOTHING GOING ON. I can only fake make up more forms (that we already have)....or fake look through file cabinets trying to find a fake dead person's file.... for a fake reason.

I wish I had something really great to blog about tonight. Instead, my head is pounding... and I am just going to go to bed.

love

when stuff like this happens..

Mic and I were walking through a large box store in the area... and I pointed out some super cute little kids doc martin-ish looking boots ...(bright colored and adorable)

and she said.. I would rather look at the little baby shoes...so she went over, picked up her favorite pair, and moved them as if a baby was wearing them, running toward me.

Yesterday she said... "I read the top three boy's names for newborns.... our name isn't on the list"

It surprises me when she talks about our future with children, as she isn't someone who lives in the future... that is me. It means that she is thinking about it.... that makes me smile.

Rebecca, our housemate, has already been here 6 months! I can't believe it! There isn't a moment I regret the decision to have her move in with us.... she is truly a great friend.... it will be REALLY sad to see her go, but it will mean new doors opening.

Oh, and I wont allow her to move outside of the neighborhood. I am already stocking up wine for next summer on the deck. Winter can't come and go fast enough!

catching up!

This weekend was a complete whirlwind!

Things accomplished: lots of laughs with my nephew and nieces while sitting them.... teaching them things that only an aunt can get away with.....laundry (sort of)... hooking....visiting with my parents and brother... and just general business.

When I went out to see the 'rents, I brought my new craft to show my mom. She surprises me around every turn, I swear. As I am showing her she says, "I just found all of my hooking stuff in a bin upstairs under your old bed." I was sure she meant something else. We went upstairs and she pulls out a big Rubbermaid bin, and proceeds to show me all of the projects she has done, and her supplies and things.... I said, "Mom! When did you do this??! I had no IDEA"... her reply was... "You just weren't paying attention". That hurt my heart.

As a younger woman, I think I was so consumed in my own crazy relationships and life in general, that I didn't even know my mother was so good at this art form.... she took classes and all! From this moment forward.... I will pay more attention.

My mom has had an artful past.... folk singer, guitar player, painter, knitter....she threw pots, sewed quilts, she has a knowledge for the arts, antiques and continues to surprise me with her artistic photographs....

As she was going through everything she said..."More recently, I bought this kit"... it was the same one that I bought, from the same store, and the same woman sold it to us.

We think alike....and I love that!

Bad dog mama

Once a week we send our dog, Cosmo, to C*entral B*ark Doggy Daycare here in the city. We have done this for 4 years-- sometimes more often during week, all depending on our financial situation. Depending on the doggy day care and the area that it is in, you may be dealing with some real.. oh, lets just say "dog people". We are not those people. Just because we don't have his face tattooed on our back doesn't mean we don't love him just the same.

I walked into the location on Tuesday morning in my usual manner... hair dripping wet, pulling up my socks, stepping on the heel of my shoe because it is only half on.... running 15 minutes late because I felt the need to mindlessly sit in front of facebook for 30 minutes after getting out of the shower.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw a colorful sign.... "Happy Birthday Cosmo!!!!" right there in the lobby. I looked... looked down a my dog.... looked at the daycare worker who was cheerfully skipping towards me singing happy birthday to my mutt.... and I said, "uh.. oh.. ummm.. MY dog, Cosmo? It's his birthday??!?" She looked at me like I just asked her to clip my toenails. "yes!" it is his BIRTHDAY!"

OMG.

I die.

"well.. YES! of course it is!!!!! How silly! I forgot his treats for his friends at home... obviously, by the state of my hair and accessories, I am running VERY late-- I forgot them! Uhh.. yeah.. I will bring them NEXT week! He will be non the wiser"

and I ran. Shoe flipp-flopping and all...

I made Mic pick him up, as I wouldn't be able to handle any more horrible dog mom humiliation.

She came home wit his yearly photo and special treat-- and said.. "HEY! It's Cosmo's birthday!"

phew.

That makes two of us.

Jen over at Dyke Evolution just lost her dear Gracie suddenly...without warning. Her dog who never judged and only loved was gone from her physical life. I hugged Cosmo extra hard the day I read about that, because I DO know how much love a pet can give and truly become part of your family.

I know I am very lucky to have had 4 years with my big lug.....

from this, four years ago:

To this... Cosmo's fourth birthday!