A day (or two or three) in the life of...

The following are excerpts from the give blood website I was checking out today (in hopes of getting info to give blood at lunch) " Donating Blood ONLINE APPOINTMENT Schedule an appointment to donate whole blood. - Why the need to specify whole blood? No half blood, no partial blood. Noted. Do not donate if any of the following apply to you: SEXUAL HISTORY * You have engaged in sex for money or drugs since 1977. - Hmmm, good thing I held off on the Bordello idea... QUESTIONS ABOUT ELIGIBILITY You may need to wait before donating blood if you have any of these conditions: CONDITION Alcohol Consumption No wait unless intoxicated - HA! I love that they felt the need to mention this. Don't come to give blood while drunk. Noted. DONATION PROCESS * Prospective donors first complete a health history questionnaire and screening interview. * The next step involves a brief physical examination of blood pressure, pulse, temperature and a test for anemia. * If the prescribed medical r...

Now, this one, I've actually tried on and loved it on (though I tried on burgundy/cream polka dot one). I think, now that autumn's here, brown/cream would be more apropos for the season, no? Since this one is more affordable, this may be a more realistic one to dream of. the dress was flattering, cute, different than my average dress and I loved the sheen to it. I will dream of it some more and consider possibility of getting it. If I keep eating this Costco pre-cooked frozen chicken breasts for lunch w/water (saves me on eating out which adds up) and keep my at home dinners very modest as well, this could be my next splurge. We'll see... I don't mean to be so materialistic in my posts lately but it's easier to talk about this kinda stuff than to delve into the other fun factors of my life at this point.

I've been doing so well w/my control on my spending habits. I mean, I'm used to indulging so much more in regards to shopping and treating myself to what I wanted (not so extravagantly though). I just had so much more money at my disposal when there were 2 paychecks that were paying this hefty mortgage of mine. I didn't really think about my spending. I took friends to dinner, shopped w/giddy feeling always taking over me and thought nothing of it. I can't do that anymore. My bank account just won't let me. Oh, believe me, I've tried, only to be faced with my overdraft protection kicking in and reminding me that I'm then using money that I don't actually have. I've been less angry, lately, at Grasshopper for this. See, at first, I'd curse his name at the realization that I'm now on such a tight budget. That was pointless. Anyhow, point is, I've resorted to just really taking a good inventory of what clothes I already have in my closet and...

Friday was Be-rutal for me. Picture the scene at left, sans Becks. Mmm, Becks... May as well put a positive spin to this, right? Positive spin isn't that Becks was the plumber though. Image at left means nothing really (Sorry Becks), though water has something to do w/this post... Cut to basis of this post now... I think most of us wake in a chipper mood on Friday, right? We think, "the weekend is here, we get to sleep in (those that are sans off-spring), enjoy the fruits of our weekly labor and take in what silence that we can. Well, this past Friday was as most, at least in the beginning. My alarm goes off, I hit snooze (7 times is the average) and then decide it's due time to get me bones out of bed. Shower and dolling up takes place, the world seems good so far. I walk out of my bedroom and hear a strange hissing coming from the upstairs guest bathroom. I lean in to hear it more closely and step into the dark bathroom and almost bust my ass as I'm trying to regain...

We all love us some gratuitous flirting action, right? I mean, light flirting here and there is good for our egos and even our mood (usually). We dish it out and take some back. Word... So, what's one to do when a friend/aquaintence/anyone takes the flirting too far and you're left w/a lack of words in response because you're suddenly so uncomfortable? Can you just say "Please stop", "uh, this isn't fun anymore", or "you've turned into a lecherous sleeze bag right before my eyes. It's not a good look, I'll be kicking you in the groin now but rest assure, you have it coming"? In this case, is there any remedy? Can the friendship recover once you have your guard up and feel that you're constantly going to have to block the sleeze? :-/ It sucks because, I don't think he knows he's even doing it or maybe he thinks it's funny. Like, it's his shtick. Here, I'll give an exerbt from conversation (which I thought ...

So, which rules apply to which situations? I mean, all break ups are different, well, most breakups are different. Ok, some break ups are different. There are different circumstances as to why the couple (or one of the involved) would decide to end their relationship. It could be an amicable end of a relationship (wishful thinking usually) or one where there's a lot of finger pointing and animosity brewing under the surface. I personally, go back and forth between wishing him well in his future endeavours and wishing him and his family a cursed existence. It varies from day to day, heck, even minute to minute. Sometimes, I just need to get a meal in me to regulate my blood sugar and I'm instantly more pleasant in talking about this topic. Let me just say (as if you can stop me, right?) that this blog post was a very fun one to research. It's hilarious what anyone can post on the internet and suddenly, they're a 'source'. heh. Ok, so all that being said. There...

Zagar + Clussy = 24/7 entertainment at home w/an added bonus of love. More Zagar goodness. Zagar and Steve hit the court Dear Lord, please bring Zagar to my doorstep. He'd make a great roomate and drinking partner.

Yo quiero. ((voice fading off)) Quiero... Currently loving and dreaming of dresses. Yes, still. I will have to comparison shop to see what I can find at Ross that will partially fulfill my lust for the colorful rags (as my Mom likes to call my abundance of clothes) to wear. You know I love red and dresses, so well, put the two hands together and you got some winners. Pretty #1 Pretty #2 Now that the Bombay Company website has gotten their act together (wouldn't let me view categories earlier today), I can update this red want list w/this mirror that's been eyeing me for about a year now and wants badly to follow me home and jump on my living room wall above my couch but I have to scold it and tell it that it's temptress prowess will not do me under as it'd like to. Perhaps a clearance will make me scold it less (after tax refund time?). Temptress Montebello Wall Mirror (it talks to me, that should make it worth the price, right?) And, last but not least, want to ke...

Suddenly, I'm craving a monte cristo and some fries dipped in that yummy raspberry preserve because, well, skinny ain't always what it's cracked [read: bones cracking upon tight hug] up to be. Cheers. Hope everyone had a great weekend. (and ate enough to not even resemble the young Miss Richie).

Just because I live alone now, doesn't mean I shouldn't keep good foods in my house, right? My fridge is pathetic and I am not doing anything about it! I'm not going to take a pic because... ah, great excuse , because my camera's broken. Yeah, that's the ticket. I've been shitty to myself lately and it has to come to an end. The resentment, the pity party throwing, the malnutrition. I figure if I starve myself for long enough, I can gather enough of an army of people pitying me and you can all go storm Grasshopper's current dwellings and attack. Is that out of line? Maybe? Just a little? Ok, well, point being, I need to start loving me again. Do you remember when I used to have my date nights, where I'd cook myself a delish and healthy dinner, treat myself to a great wine, dress up and just love me ( TMI? )? Yeah, that doesn't go down anymore (no pun intended) in Clussy's Castle. Time to revamp. Jems, I'll revisit that list of mine and follow...

Because I just ain't got much to share at the moment and I saved these random pics to my 'puter and felt like sharing... I know we've all seen this but... ((shaking head)) How'd her people let this happen? This is why I control the portions of bacon, sausage, eggs and ice cream which my cats consume... I posted this pic above their food bowls and ask them if they want to look like that. They just dive back down to their bowls and eat. It's like they don't care or something. What happened to Val? Inexcusable. Ouch, ouch, ouch! Why? Why? Why? She's some MeHEcan Novella star who keeps going bigger and bigger and... why? why? Marteen found this and shared. He hasn't posted it himself yet so I had to post. This is just beyond hilarious to me. Doing some light cleaning around the house today and I was thinking that I hadn't seen Lexi since she had so rudely knocked over a vase w/a few roses that I had on my night table this morning (because her previ...

*that was not an uber aetheist statement, it's to be taken as a joke (I felt a need to explain that for anyone who could be offended, even though it is my blog. See how I think of others all_the_time?) Beautiful (camera-shy... she's going to really have to get over that, I'll sit her aside and have a talk w/her about this) baby Adriana Danielle Montano has joined us about a week earlier than she was due to but she's impatient just like her God Momma. She weighed in at 7.2 lbs and measured 20.5 inches. Official birthday is August 6th, 7:28 pm. She has my eyes but you can't tell here cuz she was closing them. Mama, Daddy, bebe Adriana Danielle and God Momma are doing fine. It was an easy delivery for us and we stuck it out like the troopers that we are. I've been walking a little funny since Sunday night but I think I'm recovering quite well. I'm not feeling highly chatty (perhaps because there is a stack of work that is giving me papercuts everytime I m...

It's been scientifically proven... The Gods hate me. Really, they do. This is all fun and games for them to look down at me and poke me and knock me over, then wait for me to start picking myself back up and then ((thwack)), knock me down again. Or maybe they're putting this magnifying glass on me (on certain parts, like, my head, my heart, my liver and my sinuses) and giggling. I'm already having a difficult week on a couple different levels and then throw in insomnia and a sinus infection (again... geeze, twice in 2 months is unheard of for me) and you got a party. A pity party, thrown by me, for me but a party nonetheless. F'ing A. Oh, and my mouse (new wireless one I bought just 2 months ago or so) just broke on me yesterday and maybe the proper fluids weren't flowing back up to my brain because I freaked out and did a hard shut down of my laptop and wasn't sure how I was going to do anything since I needed to move the cursor around to, well, get stuff done ...

"Hi beat up street kitten, how you doing under there?" Sorry, couldn't resist. Bitter events in my life bring out the snarky chick who's usually sweetly tucked away...