oH yeahh, oh yeahh! I am down 45 lbs since i had dylan!!!! I am even smaller than i was BEFORE i had him. GO BREAST FEEEEEEEDINNNNNG!!!!

I will update soon, i promise.

There is "bored".

And then there is:

"Contemplated stabbing self in arm with a screwdriver because 'it might make things more interesting to have an injury to care for for a few weeks' but ended up not doing it because that would probably get boring after the first few days."

This made me sick to my stomach

http://www.14wfie.com/Global/story.asp?S=8588745

JULY 11th is COW APPRECIATION DAY
at CHICK-FIL-A

Visit your local Chick-fil-A dressed like a cow & receive a FREE combo meal or go partially dressed like a cow to get a free entree!

More info here:
http://www.cowappreciationday.com/

Sweet!

What is wrong with her?

i suppose before leading with yet another inexplicable title, i should fully explain the other one: the "no call, no show" part of the last post had to do with the fact that the two non-eligible eligibles actually stood me up for seeing my apartment on two different occassions without so much as a phone call: well, the first got on my nerves because i called after a wonderful dinner with our online partners and one of my best clients and i had like four lychee martinis and really wanted to see the stockbroker and never got a call back. not monday. not all week. and then, i guess i left this out in my recap of friday's dalliance that during the act, it revealed itself that the exsomeone had a dalliance with a twenty three year old who did not want reciprocation. only yesterday, during an entirely frustrating morning of the exsomeone hanging my extra sets of curtains and my ikea picture, i did not get any and i really wanted some. that's all. that really served as the capstone to my entirely uneventful and undelightful pride weekend and will probably convert me into a outright hermit seeing as i'm getting the internet tomorrow and have ceased seeing the usefulness of going out with old clothes, my utter largess, and lack of drinking buddies since the p.r. girl -- unbeknowst to me -- moved back to new jersey.

i guess i should give the full recap however lest i leave something out from my week: on monday afternoon, i went to a good client dinner at restaurant bt in tampa and almost found myself drooling over my client who owns an advertising agency and controls a good chunk of the healthcare business in this market. unfortunately, i had to invite my cube neighbor both because i needed a ride there -- yes, gas is that expensive -- and i didn't want to go by myself with only my client and the reps from our online partner. so yeah. dinner was great and it's a good recommendation from my formerly favorite coworker after our fabulous lunch a couple weeks ago at the wine exchange. the week sort of sped by uneventfully considering the pride implications, but on wednesday night my high school friend came over to get the parade tee shirt and the tickets to the "taste of pride" event on thursday (which i would have to miss because of pier one). on friday, i went to the "laughter in paradise" comedy show at nova 535 (which is sort of a fabulous venue) and met up with my high school friend who was really really drunk by all of quarter till eight o clock and making a racuous scene which really embarassed me and the remnants of my old p.r. girl crew gave me this judgemental look because i took money from him for drinks -- which i understand how crazy this looks -- when i didn't even need to because as a corporate sponsor of it, I GOT ALL MY DRINKS FREE. but my high school friend said something like, "you've been in a bad mood since disney" and i said, "well i've been under an enormous amount of pressure at work" when in reality i'm just kind of tired of hanging out with my high school friend because we have an odd dynamic now that i can't go blow-for-blow with disposable income. this economic downturn has definitely favored those involved in education and higher education as they have both the job security and sometimes the increased job opportunity as more people are going back to school out of fear or to better themselves for the job market which is tight. yeah. i left that event early and in an clandestine fashion because my high school friend got so drunk by the time ANT came on stage that the comic literally pointed my friend out to the laughter and condemnation of the entire audience. it was like that saturday night live skit about the "drunk girl". except it wasn't funny because everyone thoguht i was with drunk girl.

so. saturday at the parade was even worse because not only did the hot latin sales assistant not show with the new beau -- which, frankly, is 15% of the reason i went in the first place -- but hardly anyone else from the company did either which made for a pretty measely turn out for our company in general and no matter how much i drank, i could not get into it. i need a new girl and a new set of friends. and a new eligible. and work really sucks right now which is where i'm writing this post from because as the only single outside sales rep here, it's like the financial problems i have get magnified six and seven times over those of our happily committed couples and families. i'm sorry, but i'm tired of fielding questions about where my money goes when they would not be able to afford the bare necessities on our income IF they didn't have a second income, child support payments, and, most frustratingly, a higher base pay which they managed to get before our hiring freeze, pay freeze, and buy out offers. i'm going to hold on though because i know that if i maneuver right, that i'll be in the best position moving forward when the market rebounds and there exist signs of it currently. i mean, i live in a place that's second to none because of our market. i will be in a position to get a trendy car because of our market. and i will sit on one of the most lucrative desks moving forward. but it's days like this where it bothers me so intensely because my coworker, and i'm eternally grateful, got me an appointment with a big wig at a hospital across the bay, but now wants to tag along. and while i do enjoy the presence of the venezuelan who got it for me. i do not intend to give this closeted coworker an hour ride back and fourth to tampa when i did not get extended the same courtesy or even a say in when the appointment got scheduled.

what else? nothing much. my clothes still aren't moved. i'm, like, chemically imbalanced with how much i don't want to socialize lately. and the only time i'm happy is at pier one or here in the office alone. or watching james bond. yes. that's the saddest girl reduction sauce in which my life stews these days. that and i'm just a touch concerned that the presumptive nominee of the only party able to forward marriage equality has not stepped foot near the issue since that ruling mirroring an ugly item i recall from before. i say, "floor fight!"

( now, i know i'm getting old, not only have i developed quite the penchant for nattily charming summer cardigans in my old age -- a predilection started by prada years ago and kept alive by burberry (with a new trademark scarf) this coming spring -- but i feel so distant from the generation of today that seems to possess entirely different mores they subscribe to as they mature; when did i become this old without anything to show for it? )


http://men.style.com/fashion/blogs/sartorialist/2008/06/day-1-mens-fash.html

Current Mood: crumpled classic

Ha. This is great.

So, I've been meaning to make one of these for WEEKS and weeks but it took forever to actually remember it first thing in the morning.
It wasn't, usually, until around lunchtime that my brain actually kicked in enough to go "OH CRAP, I FORGOT...again."

But I finally managed it, so here goes:

*EDIT*
The time stamps all have different dates because, like I said, I started planning this a WHILE ago.
All the pictures are from the same night.
*EDIT*

A Day in Iraq


That's PM, fyi, I work nights.




Case in point, the sun is going DOWN.




I'm up a bit early, so there's no real competition for the sink.




I am OBVIOUSLY a morning person.




Some days, I take the bus.




But it's not far and I'm up early, so I walk.




Gotta love the work clock. Not sure who she is, it pre-dates us.




My dayshift, looking busy, as always.




We have passdown(where they tell me everything I need to get done while trying not to mention how little they've accomplished) and then they take off.




It gets dark early, here.




This is the little mini-chowhall, next to work. They drive the food over from the main chowhall in plastic tubs.




Breakfast of Champions




So...guess it's time to actually start workin.




On my way to getting more tools.




Pressure checking the forward head of the helicopter.




It's kind of a slow job.




Yay...now the aft. And yes...that's a bike pump. We're very cutting edge.




I think it's time for a break.




Our ever-so-classy gym.




That was fun.../hack.../wheeze..../die




I watch a little BSG, while I wait for the arythmia to settle down.




I thinks it's time for lunch!




Since I went to the gym, I decided to spoil myself by heading over to the big-kid chowhall. They're kind of anti-camera, so I used my phone.




This is, basically, every single thing I normally don't eat. Hence, my avoiding this chowhall like the black death. I mean, ferchrissakes, they have CHEESECAKE here.




Oooh, time for my haircut.




We're based in pre-existing buildings that used to belong to Saddam's Air Force.
Most external lighting got kind of fragged during that whole "Shock and Awe" business.
So, we improvise.




We are TOTAL PROFESSIONALS.




They really wanted to go with a "Chuck Liddel" look, but I eventually talked them into just shaving it.

It only took a LITTLE bribery.




When the US military moved into these buildings, they white-washed everything.
But some good soul or another had the decency to paint around this and a few others
of its kind. No way of knowing who painted them or if the person's even alive.




I figure I've avoided work long enough, at this point.




Heh, my boss is, of course, hard at work.




I double-check our waterballoon stash. It's for emergency defense...and occasionally
we just like to mortar the army.




One of the civilians, Jim, is finishing up my job from earlier.




So, I replace some synch shaft mounts.




Apparently, six of them were bad.




I get done and Manny asks me to grab him some transmission fluid.




I'd been planning on running another errand that required the use of the truck so I just rolled
both errands together.




Airframes is...colorful. They also keep all the hazmat goodies, under lock and key, in their shop.




Just in case anyone forgets.




The downside to having my own work-shift...I check out all the tools.




My boss makes an appearance, with the pressure washer.




I was going to do that next but since he's doing it, I ended up safety-wiring mixbox bolts.
It's kind of a pain in the ass.




Case in point.




Almost done with work.




It's finally light enough to see my "other" little project.
That sign normally says "ScarfaCE".




I run inside to get my boss and stumble on a stray. This kid shows up every once in a while
and just jams on our guitar. He's pretty fuckin good.




We get outside and the sun's up.
It usually starts getting light not long after 4am here.
It's kind of a trip.




I finish up one last job before it's time to go eat.




On my way to chow, I cut past our back-up hanger. A year ago, we'd have had one to two other
birds in here waiting for us to work on them. But things just aren't as intense, this time around.




There aren't as many people on nights, so I get the place to myself.




Yum...




Saw this on my way back. My only question is this, "If it's not an exit...then where does it go?"




Kind of wondering where day crew is...




Apparently, this dragonfly just couldn't take it anymore.




Tater shows up first.




They finally show up to work and it's time for me to head out.




Get a little quality time with the woman, at the internet cafe/phone center.




Like I said, a LITTLE.




Have to swing by the post office. Dropping off some bookmooch packages and Somebody's birthday present(s).




And of course, a sandstorm blows in while I'm in the post office.

( Panoramic Shot of My Room )
Home, Sweet Home.



I should probably go to sleep soon...




...but, instead, I take a minute to pick out a book...




...because I have to poop.




Much better. Now for a shower




Gotta love communal showers.




Time to start picking out and re-sizing the shots from today's little project,
while watching my favorite video. <3




And a little Final Fantasy to while I relax.




Yaaaaaawn....time for bed.

OH BTW. i'm down 35 lbs from pregnancy. Woo!

I lost my wallet
gahhhhhhhhh

The Marine Times ran this story in the early part of the month.
It's a compilation of pictures showing every single service-member to die overseas, and thus far from home, from 12 May 2007 to 14 May 2008.

( The Fallen )