No More Candy! And Ummm, Target what are you thinking?

It started with 20 bags. That should be enough right? Roughly 30-40 pieces each bag, we'd have plenty left over for us. 1:00 the trick-or-treating begins. 1:30 I need to run to the store and purchase more, prior to leaving I bring two more hidden bags out and a 1/2 a bag of dum dums. But it's not enough. Kids are being BUSSED in. Freak. By the time I get back my friend helping me out had to hand out individual Kisses (Candy Corn - doesn't sound good, but is). 12 more bags. 12 more. Buys us another 45 minutes but there is still 1:45 left. A sign went on the door.

Also - anyone else notice this?

I'm sure you've seen this email ...



I'm a little buzzed after a charity function and I go to Target - figuring my dog would be super cute in a costume (she was a rooster). On the way out, I start busting out laughing. Domo (the monster) is the new spokesperson for target. Umm, doesn't anyone do research?



Now I do know that Domo is a Japanese character, yah-dah-yah-dah. But no one in that pitch meeting thought, "That's the masturbating monster that kills kittens?" That's what I thought right away!

New ventures.

I accidentally flopped onto this whole free lance consulting business where people just want my ideas - and will pay me for it. I'm considering starting an LLC and launching it. Why not? Especially with the temp gig in the balance of ending and the economy in the shitter (guess that's 2 reasons also on why not too!)

I'm not good for nothing

Oh no ... definitely not nothing.

For my dad its work
For my sister its whatever sh*t she's selling this week or holding a party for ...
For my little brother it's driving his a** around and paying for everything he does
For my mom its money I don't have that "Must be spent at Poto - because" she's depressed (note: vehement no's, movies and dinner won't replace it)
For my boyfriend it's groceries and bill payments ahead of time


On average I'm worth about $100 ...

Sniffle, Sniffle - it's almost winter

Not sure if its the onions or the season but I'm awfully sniffly right now. I'm sure it didn't help that I traced back and forth work today, inside and out.

How can it be scarf season already? Don't get me wrong - I love my scarves and my sweaters, it just crept up so quick.

The heat got turned on yesterday, which was good because god knows I'm not getting up to shower when its freezing in the morning!!

Heroes Recap ... Don't read if you didn't see.

WTF? Really, WTF?

Okay - so Daphne has something to hide. Is she Molly's mom? Because Matt does tell Molly to "get your sister" in the future and Molly has never called him Dad. But, Molly's parents both had powers because Sylar sliced them both open ...

Okay, and Peter's Dad is the leader of the villains, which means Angela Petrelli is the leader of the good guys? Huh? Go with it - Nathan doesn't have genetic powers. Peter's original power did involve dreams (remember he dreamt his dad flied? And dreamt about Simone's - remember her - dad. That he got from Mommy. And he can absorb ... that's Dad's power too. And Sylar has to get into people's heads ... kind of Dad's power (nice sub too - turns out in the preview we learn Sylar is Angela & Mr. Petrelli's son ... weird). Peter doesn't have any powers now ... so no hunger. Which means Sylar is the only guy to stop dear old Pop since he can put him against the wall and slice him open, but Sylar doesn't want to use his power anymore because of the hunger.

I'm so confused ...

The Changeling

Have you seen the previews? It's based on a true story ... a sad story... The Wineville Chicken Murders. Turns out this guy molested and killed up to 20 boys on the Wineville Chicken Ranch.

A mother of a missing boy, one who may have been one of the killed boys, was coerced into believing another boy was her son - although she denied it every time they told her he was. Her son was never found and the boy was not her's.

Such a terrible story; however, why can't they DNA test the remains and find out the truth?

Shouldn't I know?

I'm on the verge of 28 - shouldn't I know what I want out of life? Love, marriage, kids. I have no perception, I have teeter-totting emotions. One day, I see a little baby in a stroller and the doting parents and I think - That's what I want. Then there's a screaming child and other rug rats running around and I think the BF should get a vasectomy. I have no want to be stuck in a marriage, but the sight of a wedding dress makes me swoon and when looking at wedding pictures I think that I want that happy day.

But yesterday, in a moment of pure talking, I posed the question to the BF - who said he didn't want marriage or kids.

And then I didn't know what to say. I should know really what I want, but in this sense I have no option. Stay and never have the kids that I don't know I want. Stay and never have the photos of a happy day.

I love him insanely - but if you're that in love, shouldn't you know what you want your end result to be?

Cat and dog fights

Today was my dad's birthday, which meant the regular old spending time with the family. I don't like letting my little pupster stay home, so my dad gave me permission to bring her along with and let her run about with his three dogs.

Everything was going quite well ... until my sister came over. In normal fashion she would just criticize everything that people said and did. See in her head, she's better than everyone, but in truth - everyone is afraid of her.

One day I was walking with my three year old niece and I asked her how she liked it at my sister's house (she's not her real mom - her real mom died when she was just a few months old and my sister is raising her). She told me that she was mean, and that she "just says yes a lot to she doesn't yell."

I'm the usual door mat of my family, the relative kicked dog. Everyone knows they'll just tell me to do something and I'll do it. My sister is the worst of them all. To start off, I was going to make taco dip - she called the next day and said she was already making it, I needed to make something else. I told her I would.

The dogs went about their own way, fighting every once in awhile - especially my dominant pooch and my dad's. It was dog fitting haven, constant dog downs and what nots. Of course, my sister had to blame every nip and growl on my puppy.

I had it.

The dog fights erupted into one serious cat fight. I finally stood up for myself and told her to shut it. Probably not the appropriate place and/or time, but I did it anyway, I couldn't take much more of it - the criticism that she's-always-right. My family was astonished and I was told to be quiet in the hopes of good time.

But how much should you take? When does it stop? How long should she go on being the queen of the roost?

Political Debate

I'm not one to openly talk about politics, what I believe won't change what you think. But this election is so important that you can't help but discuss.

I don't think McCain or Obama is bad. I am an Obama backer though. It's the VPs in this election that terrify me. Palin and Biden. Eeck. I trust the hands of America in either Presidential candidate; however, I trust it in neither of the VPs hands and that makes me VERY unsure of who to elect.

Biden can't keep his mouth shut and Palin, well - to me she's not right for the job.

My major issues with Palin go around her lack of foreign affairs and her beliefs in birth control. Seriously? Abstinence only is what you believe when your 17 year old comes home pregnant? It kills me that she's being branded as a mother going through an ordeal, when other mother's with teenagers that are pregnant are branded under the guise that they are bad parents. I'm not saying that teenagers that learn about condom usage are guaranteed to use them, I'm just saying that its better to say it than to hide the fact.

I'll get in to more when I get back.

*Sigh* of relief!

I might get to keep my computer! Wa-hoo!

After scouring eBay for the last three days, I found a decent machine that will need minor upgrades and won't bust my pocketbook in half for my friend! In fact, the machine will actually be BETTER than mine - but sentimental value says a lot!

Seeing Red.

I've made substantial changes within the last few months but I haven't made one. Due to lack of funds I haven't bought clothes or gotten my hair done. I've been noticing over and over the scraggly hairs from the lack of strong conditioning and color - so I decided to box it.

Over the suggestion of the BF I opted for a red color - a color I actually despise, and it turns out - it actually looks pretty darn good! Although the BF said it was more orange than red, I don't care - I still like it.

As for the laptop debacle - I may have found a solution, though it may cost more than its worth. I'm having problems parting with it - it was a gift from my dad. It still has about $200 of cosmetic repairs needed, but its kind of a more emotional connection. Anyway, I've been searching on the internet for a duplicate that I could give to her instead. I figure it will cost me about $200 more than what she paid - but I'll give it to her as part of her birthday present. That way the transfer of files would go smoothly and we both end up with one. But then I think that's $400 that I could put into a new machine - of course, I'd have to wait for the other grand to come pulling in.

Decisions, decisions.

Oh Time Flies.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

My computer took a nosedive in June, leaving me without a machine to blog on and for some reason I couldn't get my mobile blogging hooked up.

Guess I'll give you a lot to read!

I think I'm still bitter. I have found out over the last few months that my former employer isn't quite saying the nicest things about me - and while expected, I often listened to her canter even about employees who were on the "good" list while there, it still hurts - no matter what she says I did extremely well for that company. I have heard that I lied and cheated clients (beyond untrue), was sexually promiscuous with clients (again, not true - read the prior posts!), was "unethical" in my business practices (still not even sure what the heck would qualify as this) and unreliable (I beat the other sales persons sales the last three months there). I've also heard canter about my body weight, dress, etc. It really makes you wonder about people that were supposed to be your friends. I've also been abandoned by most of our mutual friends and acquaintances due to their chosen loyalty with the former.

Yet I'm still making referrals to them. And not even getting thanked or response emails.

I moved in with the BF - and love it. I took the plunge, unsure about the consequences. The worst that could happen would be we break up, I move out. But we're not even close. On the days he doesn't work and I do, I feel like I come home to a "wife" - he does the laundry (even folds it!) and cleans the house. If I'm having a long day - he cooks dinner and makes sure I have a cocktail. I have dinner ready when he gets home and am in charge of the dishes, I fall asleep before him and he snuggles into bed. Communication is at the highest, sex is more often and its nice to not be at home alone.

I'm also in charge of the dog. I got a puppy! A lean mean shepherd machine. We got a dog at the end of June - a cute little mischievous four legged licker.

I am in love with my job, but its still temporary. Its completely different than anything I've been in charge of. Its "open communication" - literally. There's no hidden meetings, silent agendas, email exchanges. If something is wrong its addressed with out the collection of five other people. I feel confident in my writing again, my articles have been nationally published. I get to run events - and my ideas and opinions count. When the VP of the company (who you didn't think even knew your name) finds you to tell you that you're doing great - the feeling is incredible! I'm still on contract though, until the end of December, so I'm still on a bed of nails of what will happen then. I get paid decent, but after insurance, 401K, etc it's not that much more.

I'm 3 cigs away from being a non-smoker. No more high stress environment also means no relief needed from smoking. The last 10 years I've smoked and I'm gradually quitting, down to around 3 a day.

I don't really drink anymore. Hold that tone! Nope - I honestly don't drink that much anymore. I can't even remember the last point of intoxication.

I feel a little screwed on the loss of my laptop. I'll admit, I had given up on its rescue and stupidly said to a friend that if it could be saved, she could have it for the cost of repairs after my file recoveries. I didn't realize that it could get fixed so cheap - $270.00 with a new hard drive. She gave me $200 for the machine, I could have sold it for $500 on Craigslist or eBay with its new maxed out hard drive, but I couldn't afford to pay the guy right away for the repairs and she could. So I took a $70 scrap out of my personal pocket for pretty much nothing. I am on the search for an affordable new laptop.

And with that note, my night is done for now. I will blog pretty much every day until my files are all burned to a disk and I turn in my baby to my friend.