well, i have some friends (yes i do have friends!) who have trouble using blogdrive so i'm going to be spending most of my time at my new site. if you feel like visiting, it's at www.justoneshoe.blogspot.com .

see you around!! :)

happy birthday to me

happy birthday to me

happy birthday to meeeeeeee

happy birthday to me.

(and now i can officially begin my midlife crisis.)

aaaahhhh! i can't see my bloggity-blog! aaahhhhhhhhh!!

oh yeah, that's my kind of cat.

i have more... wanna see em?

so the little pregnant one at work (who, by the way, isn't due until dec 27th) goes to the doc on friday for her weekly checkup... he tells her to go home and get off her feet until the baby comes. so she comes back to work friday afternoon and announces that she is starting her maternity leave asap. 'scuse me? did the doc bother to check with me first? no. and had he bothered to check with me first, i'd a set her up with a fax machine and a laptop. he said off her feet... didn't say she couldn't work!

by the way, i like this person, i really do. she is very sweet and berry berry good ad her job. it's just that she does all the data-entry work for our office--benefits for 2500 employees. and when she's not here... who has to do it? well, me. not so bad, however, i haven't quite mastered all the intricacies of our 2 systems here yet. no problem... i'll just ask my boss for help. wait. can't do that... she's on vacation until thursday. okay. i can handle this. i'll just wait until thursday to finish the ones i'm having problems with. wait. can't do that... payroll deadline is today. crap. this isn't so nice. dang babies wanting to be born. how rude!

~ i hate shoes. i used to just dislike them, but after my mrsa foot fiasco, i now hate them.

~ when i shop for clothes this is the particular order of importance: if it doesn't pass each test in order, i move on.
   a. color (i own no pink, lime green, or orange...except the anti-ut t-shirt i wear sometimes at halloween)
   b. feel of the fabric (must be soft and the tag on the neck of a shirt will come off 100% of the time before i ever wear it)
   c. style (and by that i mean floppy - shirts must not actually touch my midsection...don't want to drive men crazy unnecessarily with my 6 pk abs--or is it a pony keg...whatever)
   d. price (let's just say that i don't shop at prada, versace, or dolce & gabbana)
oh yeah... and i hate shopping for clothes.

~ in my next life i'm gonna be a weatherman/woman.

~ in my next, next life i'm gonna be a precision car driver. you know those people who get to drive on closed courses and the bonneville salt flats while filming car commercials? yeah, that's me in there.

~ i can drive a spud truck.

~ i give snowman poop to my coworkers at christmas (yep, going to sams to buy tic tacs tonight!)

~ i like moose. (oh yeah, you probably already know that.)

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thanksgiving dinner was wonderful, as usual... any time dinner is followed by chocolate silk pie made by mom it is going to be good. there was turkey (really?) smoked by my brother, smooshed up spuds (that's northwest for potatoes), real gravy made from the turkey drippins, cornbread dressing (make by my nephew who works at cracker barrel --wonder where that recipie came from?), cranberry relish (made by mom, loved by mom, not really cared for by most others... 'cept my 6 year old), sweet potato casserole with mushmellows on top (mmmm), and dinner rolls.

then, of course there was pie! pumpkin pie, yeah, yeah... but the r e a l pie is always the chocolate silk pie. i think mom runs the mixer for something like 7 hours to make this thing. okay, maybe not 7 but when you're listening to it, it seems like forever. all is forgotten when you take that first bite.

we stayed as far away from anything resembling shopping on friday - i just can't handle that craziness. i have enough of my own, i don't need bazillions of crazy shoppers rubbing any of theirs off on me. we braved toys-r-us on sunday but it wasn't bad at all...other than the fairly empty shelves. we crossed some things off our list, and got started on the stashing of boxes and bags in the closet that marks our official giving in to the holiday shopping season each year.

so now my dilemna begins... what to get king. oh if funds weren't an issue, it would be easy. but they aren't and it isn't. he already stamped his veto on more pets --like 3 is enough.  :P   i'm thinking of a big winning lottery ticket... no, not a 5 foot scratch-off thing, the ticket wouldn't be big, just the winnings. real big. big big. i think i'll let just that warm thought linger for a while. mmmmmmm...