tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063977130004444952024-02-18T20:39:27.707-06:00Ramblings of a Rambunctious MindShe Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-41914050936889976572010-10-31T05:03:00.005-05:002010-10-31T05:41:49.792-05:00Memories of Halloween PastEarlier today while I was out and about running my normal list of Saturday errands, I happened to be waiting in line to checkout and overheard an interesting conversation that got me thinking. The women that were in front of me were talking about Halloween candy they loved and hated as children. They were taking a sugary trip down memory lane, talking of Bit of Honey's, Mary Jane's, Clark Bars and Necco Wafers. I giggled to myself thinking that I really didn't like any of those. I also started to remember the other odd things that found their way into my Loot Bag! Popcorn balls, pennies (wrapped in aluminum foil of all things), Starlight mints, candy canes (yes, really!) and other odd things. So here is my list of likes/dislikes for Halloween treats.<br /><br /><strong>Likes</strong>: PB Cups, Nestle Crunch, Almond Joy, Hershey Kisses and Smarties.<br /><br /><strong>Dislikes</strong>: Those taffy candies that were wrapped in Orange or Black wax paper that had PB in the middle (GROSS), Dum Dums, Starlight Mints and Tootsie Rolls.<br /><br />I remember growing up my favorite house in the neighborhood to go to was Mrs. Eisenberg's. She was an elderly woman who left her front door open and had all the kids come in the living to get candy. The coolest part of going in was that she ALWAYS gave out full size candy bars! She also didn't mind if you came back more than once!<br /><br />I also unfortunately remember getting pelted with eggs and covered in shaving cream!<br /><br />Can't wait to see all the kiddos tomorrow out trick or treating!She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-43608857989211605992008-09-23T16:28:00.002-05:002008-09-23T16:30:57.936-05:00Finally Found a Job!Well finally after 3 months of searching . . . I found a job! Don't have my start date as of yet but I will post as soon as I have it. I guess I will have to put away the Bon-Bons and start recording my soaps since I am going to be re-entering the real world now. So psyched!She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-7661695495957150132008-02-28T13:52:00.003-06:002008-02-28T14:31:48.978-06:00Why Birthday's Don't Always Suck So Bad...<span style="font-size:85%;">So... yesterday Princess Laura celebrated her 38th year on this planet. Or as Kaci put it in my card, it is the 17th anniversary of my 21st birthday. Scary! As you get older I have found that your birthdays suck more and more. No more of the fancy schmancy parties of your youth. At work, I have a great team of people working with me, although yesterday I was not so fond of any of them. I arrive at work yesterday to my normal empty desk. There is a card on my keyboard and a bag of dark chocolates (sooo yummy). That was from my friend Sue. Nothing from anyone on the team. Not even a Happy Birthday in passing. My cubicle mate on the other side of the wall (Mark) was kind enough to buy me lunch and scrumptious carrot cake for dessert. So all day yesterday I kept waiting for someone to say Happy Birthday (other than Mark and Sue of course). The day went by and nothing. As the day was going on and on I was getting sadder and sadder. I can't believe my team did this to me. I was completely EMO. I am the one that always makes sure that everyone on the team has a cake for their birthday, even if it is not celebrated on a day that they are at work. The day continually got worse. My honey Travis, called me and told me he had to work until 4a.m. Jason had to work. There was no one else! Well, I figured, I was going to go pick up my lil pup Coley and spend time with him, since he is always happy to be with me. I go over to Arlington to pick him up, since he had been terrorizing Marmalade for a few days, and get a brainstorm, maybe Vicki would like to spend time with me! I know that I have had stuff for the wedding for her in the trunk of my car and need to finish the planning of the invitations that need to be mailed out in two weeks. I call her! Hooray - she is free and happy to hang out with me and do wedding stuffs. So off I go to West Ft. Worth. I had such a great time with her giggling about all the silly invitation ideas that we came across. I think we may have finally nailed down the final ideas for the invitations that have to go out in two weeks!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So today I come to work, still liking my wounds from yesterday and I walk to my desk to find it completely covered with balloons and streamers. There was also two amazing cakes on it courtesy of my pal Crystal! They also had a huge spread of goodies including beef brisket, beef stew, Swedish meatballs, chips, queso, home made salsa that was too die for, and scrumptious homemade egg rolls. I was completely floored. They have apparently been planning this for weeks, pretending to forget my birthday! I have to admit, they got me really good this time! I guess it is safe to say that birthday's don't always completely bite the big one. Thanks to Vicki and my team for making it a good day after all! I will post pictures just as soon as Sam provides them!</span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-90779236071473828682008-02-27T16:36:00.002-06:002008-02-27T16:46:37.064-06:00Why I Hate Fry's Electronics (Part II)So.... you will never believe what finally happened last week. The kind repairman (from a really great company here in Plano) came to the house on Friday to repair the TV. Hooray! No more discolored picture. The same kind repairman had been out to the house the previous week but the optical engine that they received from Sony turned out to be defective and they had to get another one. I also found out from the super nice repairman and some research that optical engine failures are COMMON with the model of TV that I purchased. Big problem for Sony apparently! Those people that purchased the TV and were not smart enough (like yours truly) to get the extended warranty, had to fork over $1500 for this part. Thank goodness I had to pay nothing. I just had to wait (rather impatiently I might add) for Fry's to get their acts together and authorize and order the part for the repair. I did wind up writing a letter to Fry's Customer Service Department as well as the Chairman and CEO in California. I am sure that in the end I will wind up not hearing anything from them but, the process of putting my complaints down on paper and mailing it out did help me immensely! I cannot believe that the whole process took a full two months.<br /><br /><br /><br />I can say with 100% certainty that I will never make a large purchase like this from Fry's again! Next time, I am going to Best Buy!She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-10538242766201217212008-01-24T17:28:00.002-06:002008-02-27T16:47:23.083-06:00Why I Hate Fry's Electronics (Part I)In January of 2006, as a treat to myself for all my hard work, I went to Fry's and purchased a 50" Super Cool television. Everything was great with it until this past November when the screen started looking, well funny. Everything had a yellowish undertone to it. This continually got worse and in December I called Fry's to request service on my TV, all proud of myself since I had the foresight to purchase the extended warranty. Sure it was a bit pricey, but so was the TV. So I call Fry's, and get sure no problem, we have opened a service request for you and someone will contact you within three business days. A few days later, I get a call from an outside company (not Fry's) that is contracted with Fry's to do all of their in-home repairs. They ask me about the problem that I am having and immediately know what the issue is, I need to have my "optical engine" replaced. I give them the model and serial number of my TV and they tell me that as soon as they have the authorization from Fry's, they will come out and replace it for me. Great, I think to myself, couldn't be easier. Man was I wrong!<br /><br />The holidays have come and gone and I realize, I still have a television with a yellow picture which is now looking green also. I call the nice contract company, and they are super nice and tell me that my repair request was submitted to Fry's and they have not approved it as of yet. The nice woman states that she is going to contact Fry's on the other line to verify that it was received. About three minutes later, after listening to horrendous elevator music that was so loud it made my head hurt, the nice woman comes back on the phone, and says: "Ma'am, I am sorry for the hold time, I spoke with Fry's and verified that they did receive our repair request. Unfortunately, the request has still not been approved". Strange I think to myself, and I ask her if it normally takes some time. She said it normally can take up to ten days, but asked me to please call them directly since the approval has not been received as of yet. No problem, I thank her and am off to call Fry's.<br /><br />This is where all the problems and headaches started. My first call to Fry's, told me that it needed to be approved by the store manager, who was conveniently not in the store at the time, but promised a call would be returned. So I wait two days and call back asking if maybe the store manager is out of the office on vacation since I haven't gotten a call back. The nice and clueless woman directs me to service, where I am told that no, it doesn't have to be approved by the store manager it has to be approved by the home office. I ask when the home office was contacted and they conveniently had no record of it. I ask to speak with the manager (of service, not the store manager that is never in the store) and he tells me (apparently reading from the same screen the previous idiot read from) that the request was forward to the one person (yes, that is right, only one) in the home office that is responsible for approving those requests on January 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span>. I ask for a number to reach said one person and they are not able to provide that. Although, the person that I was speaking to (service manager) assured me that he would email him and get back to me the next day. So the next day comes and goes and I call the service manager back who has no recollection of ever talking to me. I know this is shocking, but true. I refreshed his memory and he plugged some numbers into his computer and said that he had not heard back from the one person that is responsible for authorizing this repair. I ask to speak with his manager. I get yet another service manager who is super sorry and calling the one person at the home office and getting back to me. I explained that the "other" service manager was calling him and was getting back to me and I still hadn't heard from him. He assured me that "one person in the home office" would definitely respond to him and assured me further that I would hear back from him. This was on Monday.<br /><br />A note to my readers . . . honestly, I don't mean to sounds like an obnoxious bitch, but I have far more important things to do than call Fry's every freaking day. Today (Thursday) I call Fry's back. After hanging up and calling back 4x since I was left on hold for him more than five minutes each time (super bad customer service), I finally get through to the the service manager who made promises that he didn't keep (super bad customer service) and remind him of why I am calling. Amazingly enough, he remembers why I am calling (those stupid little CRTs are just so helpful) and tells me (after putting me on hold three times) that not only does that "one person in the home office" have to approve the request but the request also has to be approved by Sony since the part is costly. Curious, I ask him how much the part costs, and he does not know. For all we know it is a $25 part. Again, I ask for a way to contact "one person in the home office" who apparently now also has to receive approval from Sony, and I get a, I am sorry, but I am not able to provide that information. This person that I am speaking with identifies himself and the person in charge directly beneath the store manager (who is never in the store) and promises me that I will hear back from him by tomorrow afternoon. I explain to him (calmly which is amazing at this point) my frustration with this whole process. He tells me (rudely I might add) that his hands our tied and he has no choice but to follow the procedure that he has been instructed on. I ask him, what he does when he sees (clearly) as a manager (directly under the one never in the store) that a process or procedure is not working and a customer is extremely unhappy and ready to hand the whole matter to an attorney? The response. . . I get and bunch of, um, well, I, . . . All I can tell you is that I will get back to you with an answer my tomorrow as promised.<br /><br />So here I am, Thursday evening, wanting to go home and just crash on the couch and watch some television and can't. Sure, this is not the only TV in the house but that is not the point.<br /><br />Looking at Fry's website, what do I find: Fry's goal is fast, friendly, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">courteous</span> customer service! What a load of crap!<br /><br />Bottom line, Fry's and their customer service suck! Don't buy anything from Fry's!! I really think that it is time for an email to Randy Fry, president of Fry's Electronics.She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-53654834413300641042008-01-22T17:56:00.000-06:002008-01-22T18:48:48.262-06:00Say Goodbye to Hollywood - RIP Heath Ledger<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/R5aDQt1mSYI/AAAAAAAAACk/WxneAikyTX0/s1600-h/heath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158454746405030274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/R5aDQt1mSYI/AAAAAAAAACk/WxneAikyTX0/s400/heath.jpg" border="0" /></a> This afternoon the news broke: Heath Ledger was found dead in a NYC apartment.<br /><br />According to MSN: Authorities are saying that his death is likely a suicide or accidental overdose. The report goes onto say that Heath was at the apartment for a massage and when the housekeeper went to notify him that the masseuse had arrived, he was found naked in bed and unresponsive. After receiving no response and moving his body to the floor, the called the authorities. NYPD is investigating the possibility of an overdose since pills were found in the vicinity of the bed. The full article can be found @ <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22788914/?GT1=10755">http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22788914/?GT1=10755</a> for your reading pleasure.<br /><br />While this is a very sad report, I have some questions:<br /><ul><li>If he was naked and unconscious in bed, why did the housekeeper and masseuse (I presume) move him to the floor?</li><li>The report stated that pills were strewn around him and also in the vicinity. Which is it? I have pills (Advil) in the vicinity of my bedroom as well, they can be found in my bathroom medicine chest which is not so far from my bed. If I were found dead in bed that it would be assumed that I committed suicide because pills are in the vicinity of my body?</li></ul><p>Whatever the case may be, the sad fact is that Heath Ledger is no longer with us. There will be no more great movies starring him such as: 10 Things I Hate About You, Brokeback Mountain, Monster's Ball and a Knight's Tale.<br /></p>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-79474453334825337802008-01-01T06:05:00.000-06:002008-01-01T07:11:57.802-06:00Happy New Year!!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/R3o72d1mSXI/AAAAAAAAACc/E0oZmh8IvwU/s1600-h/ty2k.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150494930759993714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/R3o72d1mSXI/AAAAAAAAACc/E0oZmh8IvwU/s400/ty2k.gif" border="0" /></a>In the famous words of my good friend the Queen, I just want to wish my one faithful reader a safe, happy and healthy New Year.<br /><br />For me, sadly, there were no festivities on this crazy night of nights, instead I was home, curled up in my chair with a nice warm blanket, a hot cup of Earl Grey, cough medicine and Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve!! I thought I could watch and then jump back into my warm and smunchy bed before all of Texas was counting down. Looking back at the holidays of this year, I was lucky enough to be sick for Thanksgiving. Nothing worse than actually having time off from work and being sick. I was great for Christmas and then wouldn't you know it three days later, WHAM, bronchitis. Going out for New Year's Eve has never really been my thing, there are too many crazies out there and it is just not worth the risk of your life to go to a party! But, thinking back, the past few years, I have not been well on New Year's. I remember back in the Stone Age when I was in my 20s and we would go to my friend Chiquita's house for New Year's Eve. It was right in the same town we lived in, there were always parents and "responsible people" available to come and fetch you at 4am when you when tired of trying to party like a RockStar! There were a few times in New York when I was both young and stupid, that I went like almost every other New Yorker to Times Square to freeze my butt off just to watch an over sized light bulb slide down a pole at midnight. I know that it is something that you have to do at least once in your life being from New York but it is sooo overrated.<br /><br />So when midnight came along on the East Coast, I listened to that song that no one really knows all the words to and thought about it. "Should old acquaintance be forgot" . . . How many people have you known in your life that seemed to be there one minute and gone the next? How many friends have you had that you just stopped talking to? Not because your were angry about something they said or did, but just kind of lost touch with? In my life I have noticed that as I get older, I invite fewer and fewer people into my inner sanctum. There have been so many ups and downs and changes that have occurred over the past few years and very few people have been along for the whole ride. When I was in my teens and 20s I had oodles of friends. But over the past few years, I have just simply lost touch with people. Nothing really caused it. I can't think back to a particular day in my memory and say, I remember that was the day that I stopped talking to so and so. It was never my intention to do this, but you get wrapped up in life and next thing you know months have turned into a year and you wonder what happened to people. Frequently I will be talking to two of my friends Heidi or Madi and find myself saying or thinking, yeah I wonder what ever became of that person. Unfortunately even my contact with them has been ridiculously limited to say the least over this past year. When I first moved to Texas from NY, I was on the phone with Madi almost every day. There were very few days that went by that we didn't talk and would actually think that something was wrong if we didn't. Now, if I have talked to her twice in the past 30 days it is a lot. It is not because we are mad at each other or no longer friends, we have just both gotten wrapped up in our lives.<br /><br />The neat thing about these friendships that we forge over the years is that they never go away forever, unless we chose to slam the door on them. Connections grow and fade as we journey on the path of our lives.<br /><br />"Should old acquaintance be forgot" the famous song goes, I certainly hope not. But in the the end you will find that it happens to the best of us. It's not the end of the world. We will remember all of them eventually. In my years I have learned that forgetting and disappearing are two very different things. My New Year's resolution, is to remember the difference between the two and not be the one that just disappeared.She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-58209338213935793322007-12-12T01:27:00.000-06:002007-12-12T02:58:54.730-06:00Oh the Places You Will Go . . . Like Walmart???<span style="font-size:85%;">So today I pulled another long day at work, 12 hours. Most people think that it is really cool that I don't have to be at work until 10am and I tend to agree. I like not having to be at the office at the crack of dawn but when I pull another 12 hour day it gets tiring. Anywho, I get home from work famished! I honestly could have eaten my junk mail. Sooo I come in the door, happy to be home and always happy to be greeted by my baby Coley, and change into my sweats and a t-shirt, ahhh comfy clothes at last. I go to the fridge in search of something to eat for dinner and what do I find . . . . . a container of mandarin oranges, a tub of margarine, a bottle of San Pellegrino that has about three ounces left in in and is no doubt flat and the box of baking soda to keep the fridge fresh. Don't fret I think to myself there is always the freezer. I open the freezer door and find: one frozen waffle, one mystery Lean Pocket long since removed from the box and a bottle of Absolut Mandarin. Now since work has been super insane lately, I considered having a few glasses of vodka. I asked Jason what we should do about dinner and he had no idea. Guess he wasn't in the mood for a mystery Lean Pocket and Absolut!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So at 10:30pm, Jason and I are in the car and on the way to the grocery store. There is always a great debate as to where to shop. I prefer Central Market or Whole Foods but at 10:30 on a Tuesday evening, neither of them are open. There are tons of grocery stores that I could go to but I couldn't decide. I was hungry and tired. After driving around for twenty minutes we arrive at the "upscale" Walmart on the Tollway. Normally I am not a huge fan of Walmart, it is far too much walking and the fact that you can buy clothes, a bicycle and a gallon of milk in one place is just disturbing for me. In New York, we don't have stores like that. We have normal Walmart and Target without the "super" associated with it. Anyway, back to Walmart. I figured in my head that we just needed essentials for the house to keep us going. Should be $50 or $75 max. I am cool with this. I figured this in my head as we walked into the store not realizing that we had committed the ultimate sin of grocery shopping . . . we were shopping on empty stomachs! Needless to say we wandered around the store and I started getting a major headache. In the cookie aisle, I grabbed a bag of iced animal cookies (super nutritious) and ripped into them and began to munch as we wandered Walmart. Grabbing random things as we walked thru the store, we made our way to the checkout. Another pet peeve of mine about Walmart, they don't unpack and re-pack your cart for you! Kroger, Tom Thumb and Central Market all unload and re-load your cart. I unhappily unpacked my cart and watched as the bill began to grow. Needless to say, just grabbing a few things when you are hungry added up to $198. I guess no matter how you look at it, I need to return to work tomorrow to pay of the Hannukah, Christmas and Walmart Visa bill.</span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-35023546242574505442007-11-30T16:59:00.000-06:002007-11-30T17:34:34.669-06:00Happy, Mad, Sad, Glad . . all in one day??Sometimes in life you find that sometimes Friday will really rock or really suck. Sometimes they start out bad and get really good; or start out really good and slowly go down hill. This Friday was jam packed full of an emotional roller coaster ride.<br /><br />At one point in my past life I was in therapy (admitting is half the battle to recovery)! One of the parting gifts that I received (of course other than mental health) was an facial emotion recorded. For those of you that don't know what that is I will explain. It is far less complex than it sounds but here goes. Picture if you will, a magnetic piece of paper (about 7x7) with all sorts of faces with different emotions: Happy, Mad, Sad, Glad . . . .etc. Each day while in therapy (and since then) you are supposed to put a magnetic circle over the facial expression that best describes your mood or day, etc. You are supposed to do it twice a day (morning and night). Then towards the end of the day you are supposed to once again put the circle over the emotion and if there was a negative change, think about how it could have been better. If there was a positive change, you are suppose to record the steps that you took (if any) to get there!This morning I came in and was happy! I didn't oversleep (chronic insomnia will do that) and was early for week. I woke up to an adorable and loving puppy (Coley) giving me a facial! I guess the buzzing of the alarm clock was bothering him! So I get to work and am thinking that it is a good day, I am early for work, in a good mood, and it is Friday! So my day begins. . . . things went weird for awhile and then got bad, stressful and then good again. I had some really weird but informative meetings, got yelled at again by Mr. Mean and got all stressed out about upcoming stuff that my team is not ready for and then got good again! For those of who don't know who Mr. Mean is, he is my boss. Sometimes he is nice, cool and easy to get along with but lately he has been a major jerk! This title was previously bestowed by Queen B on her boss who is no longer working in her office. I got sad when I realized that yesterday was my friend Chiquita's birthday (yes, like the banana) and I forgot to call her or send a card. Then I got even sadder when I found out that Evel Knievel died today. It got good when Travis called me and reminded me that when I get to his house later on we get to assemble my somewhat cranking new PC! He was kind enough to go to one of my favorite geeky electronics stores (Fry's) and buy some neat things to put into a machine that is being built for my gaming pleasure! Finally glad came along when I once again realized that it is Friday and I have two days of rest and relaxation ahead of me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">On a side note - Happy Birthday Doogie!</span> </span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-678230382738026922007-11-28T16:15:00.000-06:002007-11-28T22:07:54.998-06:00Teddy Bear Blasphemy??Those of you that know me well, are aware that I am a teddy bear fanatic. I have been collecting them for years and years and love them to this day! When I first got Cole, the first toy that I gave him was a tiny stuffed teddy bear. When I found that bear chewed and torn beyond recognition I actually teared up. Imagine my surprise when I was out surfing today and found this article. The title: Sudan charges teacher for teddy bear name<br /><br /><br />For your reading enjoyment: <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071128/ap_on_re_mi_ea/sudan_british_teacher">http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071128/ap_on_re_mi_ea/sudan_british_teacher</a><br /><br /><br />In reading the article, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">British</span> woman was teaching 7 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">olds</span> in the Sudan and she bought a teddy bear into school. She had the children suggest and vote on a name for the bear and wound up naming it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Muhammad</span> which is a very common name among Muslim men and is also the name of the prophet. One of the things that she had the children in her class do was take the bear home for weekends and write about their time with the bear. This is a normal elementary school activity. Apparently parents took offense The apparent offense is being referred to as a "act of misconduct against the Islamic faith". If found guilty of the charges she will receive: 40 lashes, six months in prison and a fine. No where did the article talk about the teacher naming the bear or the name being placed anywhere on the bear.<br /><br />I really can't imagine being a teacher who is working in a foreign country and being prosecuted for an what seems to be harmless activity for your class to participate in. Just seems so sad.She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-53907835038340351622007-11-27T18:09:00.000-06:002007-11-27T18:24:19.796-06:00Happy Birthday Frankenboot!As you get older, you find that you can usually count your true friends on one or two hands, not more. So today is the birthday of my true friend, who also happens to be my best friend: Heidi Ho. She is my best friend for several reasons:<br /><ul><li>I can always call on her for advice or a shoulder to cry on.</li><li>No matter how much I irritate and annoy her she still wants to be my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bestest</span> bud.</li><li>No matter how mad she got when I told her that I was moving half a world away, she still spoke to me.</li><li>She doesn't get older, she gets better!</li><li>She is the most fanatically NY Islanders fan I have ever met in my life!</li><li>She loves Disney movies even more than I do. Anyone that has Disney Trivial Pursuit must!</li><li>She understands why Eeyore has High Hopes and Low Expectations.</li><li>Knows how gross Budweiser really is since Coors Light rules!</li><li>She loves hanging at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tri-</span>County looking for dumb stuff like new scrunchies!</li><li>Loves getting new pocketbooks made by hot designers such as: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DK</span> and Y or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Spada</span>.</li><li>Knows that Beauty and the Beast is the greatest Disney movie ever!</li></ul><p>So here's to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bestest</span> bud in all the world: Heidi! Hope you day is a groovy one and no lizards try to kiss you!</p>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-66586759047315753092007-11-27T17:53:00.000-06:002007-11-27T18:29:29.405-06:00All Time Cheesy Ballad Playlist??<span style="font-size:85%;">I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">so</span> busy at work today I had no free time. I worked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thru</span></span> lunch and found my lunch, partially eaten, still on my desk at 5:30. I did get a small reprieve and was listening to a BORING conference call while surfing the Internet. I came across this great article on Entertainment Weekly about "all time cheesy ballads" . . . This made me chuckle since we frequently come up with lists like this at work frequently. Some of the previous list include: Greatest Superhero of All Time; Greatest Action Hero; Stupidest Movie of all Time; Greatest Movies of all Time, etc.<br /><br />The article can be found at the following link for your reading enjoyment: </span><a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20034199,00.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20034199,00.html</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />One thing that I find laughable at work is that the people that tend to come in for interviews to work in my department are fetuses. Half of them are barely 21. It is crazy. I know that when my girlfriends and I go out we laugh about how most of the guys that are out looking for girls are fetuses. They are actually young enough to be our own children. Scary Thought! My great friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tiz</span></span> whom I happen to be lucky enough to work with, who is also my brother from another mother, is the same age that I am. When we have new people start that are born in 1985 and 1986 we laugh and remember what good years those were. We recently had a guy start that celebrated his 21st birthday. I laughed with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tiz</span></span>, I actually have shoes that are older than him. Anyway, back to the point. Most people that are born in the 90's and after have no idea what a ballad is. In my mind, that is a term from the 70's and 80's. Funny enough, the theme song from my Senior Ball in High School made this list.<br /><br />Please read the article and enjoy the stroll down memory lane. I may just have to go home and get the photo album out and take a look at my high school yearbook and look at the horrible 80's hairstyles. Just for the record, the theme song for my Senior Ball was: Phil Collins, One More Night. Oh the memories.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My personal favorite all time cheesy ballad: Take My Breath Away by Berlin. I mean wasn't Top Gun the greatest movie of all time and Tom Cruise just the dreamiest??</span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-26201512895674331802007-11-19T13:10:00.000-06:002007-11-19T13:18:27.263-06:00Think You Have the Worst Job?<span style="font-family:verdana;">Many moons ago, my good friend Queen B blogged about the worst job. I came across this article today and actually paused and said Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Work recently has been completely insane. We had a huge round of lay offs and lost five people from our team. Has the workload been reduced you ask? Of course not, it is just now more work dispersed among the few, the proud, the remaining??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, today I am feeling particularly down about work. We are shorthanded to begin with, there are three people on vacation, one out sick and one dealing with a family emergency. Our dwindling team, seems to be smaller and smaller. Never the less, I came across this article and decided, I do not have the worst job ever! Feel free to read the attached and agree for yourselves that no matter how crappy your Monday is.... it could be sooo much worse!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><a href="http://msn.careerbuilder.com/custom/msn/careeradvice/viewarticle.aspx?articleid=1177&SiteId=cbmsnhp41177&sc_extcmp=JS_1177_home1&GT1=10563&cbRecursionCnt=2&cbsid=4c0b7df27ab04a6d97402d2c4354401d-248795888-RO-4"><span style="font-family:verdana;">http://msn.careerbuilder.com/custom/msn/careeradvice/viewarticle.aspx?articleid=1177&SiteId=cbmsnhp41177&sc_extcmp=JS_1177_home1&GT1=10563&cbRecursionCnt=2&cbsid=4c0b7df27ab04a6d97402d2c4354401d-248795888-RO-4</span></a>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-78428113465938492132007-11-19T13:07:00.001-06:002007-11-19T13:10:22.546-06:00Blog Gone Bad???Okay, So I haven't been the most dedicated blogger in the world. I can however, think of a million and one excuses as to why I haven't blogged lately:<br /><ul><li>Work has been insane! The last thing I want to do when coming home after a 13 hour day is sit in front of the PC again and write about my day!</li><li>I was sick! Upper respiratory infection that kept me at home and in bed for a week. Barely had the strength to read email, never mind blogging about my state of health.</li></ul><p>I could go on and on with excuses. I will spare you that and leave with this note - If I am not blogging, what you are reading so intently on your monitor??? Are you in fact, checking your eyelids for holes?</p>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-58953220030317035722007-10-19T12:25:00.000-05:002007-10-19T13:03:35.219-05:00Haircut Gone Wrong!?!?!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Well.... yesterday it was time for Coley's monthly trip to the groomer. Jason was good enough to transport him back and forth and they even called me to get instructions about his cut. Normally, they listen to what I say and do an awesome job. I wish that was the case yesterday. When I got home last night, after having gotten my haircut, Coley ran to me. His face looked adorable they did it beautifully. The rest of him, sadly was a mess. They shaved his underside, which they normally do around his winkie, but they did the complete underside as well as the inside of his legs strangely enough. They shaved his hiney and a big chuck of his tail. I called this morning to ask if he was acting up while they groomed him and the girl that groomed him said that he was an angel as always. I asked her why she shaved so much of his underside and she said that he had a lot of knots. I have to tell you how much this bothered me. One of the things that I do with Cole each night before we go to bed is brush him. I know for a fact that there were not knots in his fur. I brushed him again before I left for work yesterday. My pooch was knot free! I guess I am going to have to find a new groomer!</span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-66628901295967496532007-10-03T11:46:00.000-05:002007-10-03T12:10:36.495-05:00Bath Time Fun!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Sooo . . Last night it was time for Fudge to have her bath. Normally, Jason and I work together on this, one person cleaning the cage out and one person bathes her. For those of you who have no idea who Fudge is she is our ferret. Cole gets very excited any time that Fudge is out of the cage. They love to play together and can do it for hours on end. When Fudge gets her bath Cole usually just stands by and excitedly watches. Last night, this was not the case. Jason was bathing Fudge in the tub. Cole was in the bathroom monitoring the going-ons with Fudge and Jason while I cleaned out the cage. Suddenly, I hear a loud splash and Jason screaming for me from the bathroom. I go running thinking that something has happened to Fudge and what do I find????? Cole has decided that he wanted to take a bath with Fudge. I have attached a picture for your viewing pleasure.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/RwPMrzTJ-yI/AAAAAAAAACE/uc4nGyCm2sU/s1600-h/Cole+and+Fudge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117158654500010786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/RwPMrzTJ-yI/AAAAAAAAACE/uc4nGyCm2sU/s320/Cole+and+Fudge.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_ps0IzrrPs/RwPMSjTJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KZifYAdVROQ/s1600-h/Cole+and+Fudge.JPG"></a>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-42507181289780676722007-10-01T18:42:00.000-05:002007-10-01T18:46:13.722-05:00Death of a BlogOkay - I know it has been a long time since I posted anything. . . . BUT in my defense I was trying to have a vacation while in NY visiting with friends and family. When I did get home I was sick (Thanks Pebble!) and barely felt up to going to work. I know that I have no excuses! I had a great time in New York. It was wonderful to see friends (Jaime, Anthony & Tyler) and family "Pebble" (my Godson). I got great pictures which I am working on uploading and will share them soon. Now that I am back and feeling much better I promise that I will blog more often.She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-41914885682317414492007-09-11T17:04:00.000-05:002007-09-11T17:10:34.829-05:00Football Party - RecapSo the football party was a huge success and there weren't any major disasters! Coley was a good boy and played nicely with all the kids. He slept great that night. Everyone that was there had a great time, including me interestingly enough.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the NY Giants did not fare so well. They lost to the Dallas Cowboys (45 to 35)! After awhile, I am not sure that many of us were paying attention to the game, we were far too busy having fun!<br /><br />Next time - I have to get much less food. I think everyone went home with leftovers and for some reason I felt that eight 12-packs of soda were needed! Boy, I am going to have a lot to drink in my house for awhile. Maybe I should just throw another Shindig!She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-15371069193460596532007-09-05T18:55:00.000-05:002007-09-05T19:29:48.999-05:00The Beginning Of Fall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZizLtbopBUC-7ixJat-ViA_LYTc44BiPFpGg9rd16ud5a5mMsFxf96nP-UskScJOAxQRtRpXcstD5gcodMHKgxcZ78FyCZ9cNcWT9R81TxezIUghi3FOqI_QluJcQIAp8HvdhqaArBMZY/s1600-h/Giants.bmp"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106880044244076834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZizLtbopBUC-7ixJat-ViA_LYTc44BiPFpGg9rd16ud5a5mMsFxf96nP-UskScJOAxQRtRpXcstD5gcodMHKgxcZ78FyCZ9cNcWT9R81TxezIUghi3FOqI_QluJcQIAp8HvdhqaArBMZY/s200/Giants.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">For this New Yorker, a good indicator that Fall was upon was that the different men in my life would disappear on Monday nights and be glued to a television screaming on Sunday's. When I lived in New York, it would get a bit cooler and the leaves would begin to change but that doesn't really happen in Texas since we only have two seasons Summer and Winter!<br /><br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This Sunday, Fall begins with the first game of the NFL. If you don't know what the NFL is, you can go and Google it! This year, the Dallas Cowboys will be hosting the New York Giants. Now, since I am a fan of the NY Giants and I live in Texas (bizarre in itself) I thought that it would be really cool to have a few people over for the first game of the season, even though it didn't start out that way. I am sure that I will be one of only two people that are rooting for the Giants. Laura's really cool idea to have a few friends over has gotten a wee bit out of hand (as usually does in perfect Laura style). First it was just going to be me, Jessie and Tiz going to watch the game at a local sports bar. Then I came up with the brilliant idea that it would be so much more fun if we had it at my house. Then we invited spouses, other friends and children of all. Now we have 15 people (kiddies included) coming to my house to watch the game. I am really looking forward to it! ( Especially since most of the people that read this are coming to the party!) I will let you know how it all transpires. Hopefully Coley will not be too terrified with all the people and kiddies in the house!</span></div></div></div></div></div>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-72850571922498511232007-09-03T15:06:00.000-05:002007-09-03T15:16:02.226-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBPbqCXJbj8mZL266aDP8dsXpKEhXwSy7mLpvHcVkzM3FmZQP1fR-bpJ1wbXtSGN5V4YbjnNZbvS4XnV9Ph4u3ceOMWMw_zhHwotpHv6tF_cRHf1JwGiHbv6CVJVOQyP7a5rGp516iSAC/s1600-h/Mets.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106074012026603730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBPbqCXJbj8mZL266aDP8dsXpKEhXwSy7mLpvHcVkzM3FmZQP1fR-bpJ1wbXtSGN5V4YbjnNZbvS4XnV9Ph4u3ceOMWMw_zhHwotpHv6tF_cRHf1JwGiHbv6CVJVOQyP7a5rGp516iSAC/s200/Mets.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>New York <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mets</span> Rock!!!</strong><br /><br />Well the NY <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mets</span> actually pulled it off. They won ALL THREE GAMES @ Atlanta!!! Check out these scores: </div><div align="center">Fri: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mets</span> 7, Atlanta 1<br />Sat: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mets</span> 5, Atlanta 1<br />Sun: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mets</span> 3, Atlanta 2<br /></div><br /><div>Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hoo</span>! This NY fan is quite ecstatic! The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">METS</span> remain #1. </div>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-16481593795335271172007-08-30T20:12:00.000-05:002007-09-05T19:30:39.172-05:00GO NY Mets!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenae8M1mIrVJwxkn4Vfvq83YOVA57OJPgRk9CocZMyJOkJon5SY2ZjerCpyuewSYbCiRWmk-ujfF4cVWKYgetN-jYZl2QjUeWq7ueA2OtaXDp2bBEzuv6vCJnINuBnmSHBZ0GymZQjR58/s1600-h/NY+Mets.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104669716634601666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenae8M1mIrVJwxkn4Vfvq83YOVA57OJPgRk9CocZMyJOkJon5SY2ZjerCpyuewSYbCiRWmk-ujfF4cVWKYgetN-jYZl2QjUeWq7ueA2OtaXDp2bBEzuv6vCJnINuBnmSHBZ0GymZQjR58/s200/NY+Mets.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">For any of you that follow baseball, the regular season is beginning to wind down. This weekend, the NY Mets will be in Atlanta for a three game series which starts on Friday. Now, I am not just writing about the Mets because I am a fan (which I am) but to encourage you to root for the Mets, even if maybe you are not a NY fan!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My Mets have not had it easy in Atlanta, especially not in September. Since Atlanta's Turner Stadium (Death Valley) opened in 1997, the Mets have played 26 games (in September) and lost 21 of them!! I am certain that I am not the only NY Mets fan that is praying that they can break their horrible September record and come out on top! Unfortunately, the last three seasons have not ended nicely for the Mets and their dreams have been shattered right there in Death Valley and their seasons come to a screeching halt!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Please, if you can find it in your heart, say a prayer that the NY Mets can beat the Braves this weekend!!</span>She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906397713000444495.post-17636176329836973032007-08-29T21:04:00.000-05:002007-08-30T12:34:59.840-05:00Coley the Wonder PupFor those of you that know me, Cole is my puppy. Technically he is not a puppy any longer but I still call him my puppy. When I talked to the vet about his real age I was given some random explanation about it being different depending on breed, lineage, etc. Since I never got a really clear answer, for those of you that are interested, Cole just turned 13 months old. Being that I have not had Cole that long, I frequently go out shopping for him and get him stuff. Mainly toys, treats and bones, but sometimes I look at clothing. Now, before I had Coley I was one of the people that felt clothing and pampering of your dog was absolutely insane and a complete waste of money. Growing up, I had cats and the most expensive purchase was the regular trip to the vet (which can become quite costly). Please understand that I am not saying that you shouldn't groom them, there is nothing worse than a poorly cared for, smelly old dog!! I have seen shows on TV that show people and the things that they do to their pets (the name of the show escapes me). I remember one episode featured a Mini-Yorkie who was a little girl and dressed the part. Not only did she have clothing on, she had a pink <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fru</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fru</span> dress, pink slippers and a tiara on her head (now, the Princess in me thinks this is a great idea!!) which for all I know could have been made of real diamonds.<br /><br />Shortly after getting Coley (October 2006), I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PetSmart</span> and found an adorable olive green sweater for Cole to wear since the weather was getting colder (not that it gets all that cold in Texas) and I was convinced that my poor little baby was going to freeze. I come home with this adorable sweater very pleased with myself for being such a concerned Mommy that was going to keep her baby from getting a chill and show Jason who just looks at me and shakes his head in disbelief that I am going to dress my poor puppy in a sweater. I think he told me that he was going to look Gay and that he would never walk him with it on because people would clearly think he was. So I put the sweater on Cole, which I tell you was a chore in itself. Have you ever tried to dress a fidgety three month old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">quadruped</span> in clothing?? I finally get him outside and he is biting at the sweater and trying to pull it off of himself. Needless to say that was one of the last times that I put that sweater on him. Anyway, getting around to what I wanted to tell you about (finally), since Halloween is coming around pretty soon I thought that it would be really cute to get him a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">costume</span> and take a picture of him. Now each time I visit stores like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PetSmart</span> and Woof, they have pictures of these absolutely adorable dogs dressed up in all kinds of things. I thought it would be neat if I could take him to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PetSmart</span> or Woof and get a picture of him in some adorable little costume. They apparently have a person who photographs pets (clearly, I am not the only crazy who thinks this is the greatest idea!). In my free time I have been searching the Internet for a costume for my baby. I think I have finally found the one that I want, and I am not going to spoil the surprise. If I happen to get lucky enough to get this costume on him and take a picture, I promise that I will post it here!She Who Shall Not be Named!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223028148758727351noreply@blogger.com1