128 posts tagged “terrorist”
Ever get an ear zit?
They are, the worst!!
Granted, I've never given birth or passed a kidney stone but it doesn't matter, because I'm sure those don't even begin to compare to the intolerable pressure cause by the ear zit.
I have an ear zit right now. (Betcha didn't see that one coming.)
It's not ready to let go yet. It's still in the underground phase. The boyfriend has offered on a few occasions to stick me in the ear with a needle in an attempt to rid me of the ear zit. Sweet, huh? I think it's just because he wants to poke me with sharp things or more likely because he's tired of listening to me bitch about how much my ear hurts. Either way, it's not going to happen. I'm not going to rush it, as uncomfortable as it may be.
Now I'm going to go crawl into bed and get a good nights sleep so that I can get up early tomorrow morning and have time to hold multiple mirrors up to my head in an attempt to get the perfect angle and see if the little bastard has shown himself or if he's still hiding deep within my derma like the pussy that he is.
Horribly Hideous:
Irregular Periods: I'm about 12 days late. Last time I was 12 days late, I didn't worry about it but it was also over a year ago and I wasn't having the amount of sex that I'm having now. I've had irregular periods my entire life... my uterus hates me.
Illnesses: I've been sick for the past week basically. Nothing to bad, just a cold. At one point it was a pretty bad cold, complete with low grade fever, chills and everything. Nothing I can't handle. I credit my mom for forcing me to go to school even when I felt like poo-on-toast for my ability to now put up with the worst colds. My boss on the other hand doesn't like me coughing all over everything and has sent me home early a few times. Which is cutting into my hours. Yuck.
Cheesy 80's songs stuck in my head.
Heavenly Happiness:
Clean Sheets: I FUCKING LOVE sleeping on a clean, fresh made bed. It's like heaven.
Failing pregnancy tests: 'Nuff Said. (Just incase.)
Completing To Do Lists: We have a white board in our kitchen and at some point I decided to start putting my To Do list on it. (At least all the kid appropriate things... though on several occasions I've wanted to write the Terrorist's name on it.) Since I've been using this board... I seem to get so much shit done. Like last night, I wrote my dad a 4 page letter without thinking about it. (I'm probably just being really motivated lately and using the board as an excuse why... but really who cares as long as I'm getting the shit done!)
Plug-in Sex Toys: Okay, to be honest I'm actually kind of scared by this one. The magic wand came via Ups yesterday but by the time it came I had already "enjoyed myself" and it was getting on in the day so I didn't test it out aside from a quick plug in/turn on to check out just how strong this suckah is. It's fucking strong. The T did the same thing when he got home from work, then informed me that he's going to tie me up and use it on me. :-) Wonder how much it costs to soundproof a room?
New Books: I ran to Powell's yesterday to get some new books and they were having a sale. I can't say no to a sale. I spent a bit more than intended but I'll be good in the book department for awhile...
This is what I got...
I'm seriously late.
Gotta go get ready for work. Have a GREAT day kids.
Ugh.
I woke up with that song in my head. At 530a.
Now I can't get it out.
I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I was running a mild fever. I think that fever broke this morning around 530a. I woke up and immediately sat up (like they do on movies) then got out of bed, took out my contacts, went pee, tried to go back to sleep and realized that that wasn't going to happen and I was probably just keeping the T awake by coughing and blowing my nose all the time. So I got out of bed again, took a shower, and here I am. I'm totally ready to go back to bed, too! But little T needs to get on the bus in an hour so I figured I'll just wait for that then I'll crawl back in bed and take a nap.
Actually...
Fuck that.
I can get a good 30-40 mins before the T's alarm clock goes off.
I'm going to bed.
I haven't been to a sex store in quite awhile.
It's been six or so months.
The last time I was there I was with Nathan and Lesley and Lesley was admiring the Hitachi Magic Wand.
It seemed cool, and the Terrorist has mentioned there amazing orgasm giving abilities but to me, it wasn't worth spending $89.
We moved on (but not without purchasing other fun stuff) and until last night I hadn't thought about it again.
I've mentioned before that my boyfriend is a geek. He's big into computer geekery and his latest project is to find me a Netbook that's not insanely expensive. While doing this he's been surfing around his favourite geek sites and came upon this... Amazing Savings Plus because he's a member of newegg he gets another $5 off because of some sale they're having.
I can't pass up a deal like that!!! Though, I have to be honest... I'm a little scared.
The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.
What the fuck is going on?
I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today. Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me. She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class. Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?! We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school. Ever. Not that my mom isn't a good lady. She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.
It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..." Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday. It was my first date with the Terrorist. I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie. I was kinda nervous. I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley.
Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year. Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move. Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too.
Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend. For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had. Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed. It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious" But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out. I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing. Awesome way to wake up. Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us. (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.) The best part... after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!
I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.
A year ago today...
I left Toronto, drove through snow, crossed the boarded, was almost forced to stop driving because of snow in Michigan. Got out of the snow, contemplated masturbating while driving but then decided against it when I realized there was far to much traffic for me to even consider it. Got a MUTHA FUCKIN' speeding ticket right outside of Gary, Indiana which would plague me for MONTHS to come. (Ended up getting my license suspended because the Lake County Sheriff's Office is so retarded.) Made it through Chicago, got lost briefly in Madison because I was looking for my Aunts phone number and not paying close enough attention to the road. (Took a wrong exit.) Then ended up in Appleton, Wisconsin at my Aunt Germaine's house where I would stay for the next two nights. I even got to participate in the Great MidWest Triva Contest.*
Today... 2009
Had today off. Ran a bunch of errands... including mailing my Amended Oregon Taxes. Yes, that's right... I'm DONE MY FREAKIN' TAXES... for last year. I'm very excited. I'm not going to let the fact that I have this years to worry about get me down because there not going to be anywhere as complicated as last years. Ugh.
The Terrorist got a new monitor the other day. Generally when telling people about it I say... "We got a new monitor" but really it's his. It's just pretty and shiny and SNAKES ON A MUTHA FUCKIN' PLANE HUGE!!! 28" diagonally measured.
It's fucking big.
I'm not going to lie... I was totally hoping to watch some porn on it today, but for whatever reason the Internet didn't want to work all freakin' day. Bastards.
Since I didn't get to watch porn I decided to go shopping instead. When did I start drooling over kitchen appliances? And not just the really awesome ones like blenders and coffee makers. I almost had an orgasm looking at food processors and electric skillets, not to mention kitchen tools... don't get me started on the sexiness that is the 3 tiered wired cooling rack. I did decide that I'm going to get a kick ass blender. I'm going to read about them first though and find an awesomely awesome one. (Something I don't normally do.)
* It's really quite boring and wasn't something I would ever participate in one my own but my cousin's are/were TOTALLY into it.
About a month or so ago I found myself in Target doing some Christmas Shopping.
Somehow I ended up in the book section. Now, as I'm sure you know, the book section of any department store kind or totally sucks (especially when there are great book stores such as Powell's only minutes away.)
This book caught my eye...
I don't know how the fuck it happened but somehow the book ended up in my basket.
The next day I started reading it. It completely absorbed me. It's kind of embarrassing how much this series has sucked me in. I've never been one for Vampire stuff but I fucking love these books.
I finished the first one fairly quickly, and told the 19 year old supervisor that I was reading it. She told me that I could borrow the others if I wanted. At that point I had no intention of reading anything past the first one so I thanked her for the offer... then 2 days later called her and asked her to leave book two "New Moon" at the coffee shop. Took me about 4 days to get through that one. I had the Terrorist pick up the 3rd book "Eclipse" on his way home from work one night. I started reading it when I got home from work that night and finished about 48 hours later.
Now... the last one..
Two days ago I picked up Little T at school. He comes out the door of his class room followed by his teacher. Immediately I hear that his voice is rough and scratchy. His teacher told me that he had some tea because of his voice and the fact that he's been coughing a lot. Then she added in that if tomorrow he still feels bad maybe we should send him to Grandma's or something. I didn't think to much of it, got in the car and then I started getting irritated.
Who the fuck does she think she is? Is she insinuating that we'd send the kid to school if he was sick? And it's not that easy to just "send him to grandma's!"
Little T wasn't even actually sick. He was coughing, yes; and had a sore-ish throat but aside from that he felt fine (according to him.) Apparently Ms. D basically said the same thing to Little T and throughout the evening he started to feel worse, or so he said. Little T is VERY psychosomatic when it comes to illnesses. If someone suggests that he's getting sick, he convinces himself it's true (to the point of vomiting at times).
A few weeks ago the school sent home a paper saying how it's cold and flu season and how everyone needs to focus on washing hands and what not. The night it came home, Little T's homework was to read it over with his parents so that everyone would be informed about how crappy these germs are. It said something that if the Child was throwing up, had the poops or a fever over... 100 or something like that, then to please keep him/her out of school until 2 days after the symptoms went away. Fine, will do. Not a problem. Little T didn't have any of the things on this list... so WHY was his fucking Teacher telling us to keep him home?!?! It's not her call!! I can understand if she was concerned that excessive coughing my disturb the other students but she should have called/emailed us and not told the kid anything.
This is why kids today are such pussies. (That makes me sound old doesn't it?)
Anyway, because of all of this Big T took the day off to stay home with a pseudo sick kid yesterday. Apparently the Kid was sicker than we thought, he didn't put up a fight when he was told he had to stay in bed all day, actually took a nap, stayed in bed for his mom's visit and had a bitch of a sore throat. He's home today, too. He feels fine. No sore throat, no yucky sick feeling. Big T is worried that his cough is too intense though. Which I can't say I agree. Big T is the boss though, so if he say's no school, than no school it is. I feel a bit bad for the kid though. I know he's completely bored out of his skull. He's not complaining too much though. And I'm sure he'll never fake being sick again.
Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday. (Those are rare for me.)
The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up. He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.) The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain. We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work. Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.
That's when the really Christmas joy began.
No, I'm totally lying.
I didn't really do much of anything exciting.
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time")
Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...
Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)
Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek. (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-) Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things. Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium. Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white) from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements. The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium. I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after, all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case. So, the Terrorist enlightened me. Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower
That was pretty much the gist of my day.
Oh yeah...
I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner. (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.) It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."
I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect. It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments. Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.
Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend. I don't have to work at all this weekend. Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on. Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.
Now, I need to go make the kid lunch. Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.
Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...
11 days until my birthday!!
:-)
I went into work at the coffee shop last night.
First night I worked since Friday. I had to take the Max because my car is still completely covered in snow.
Got to work and it was a mad house. The T had mentioned that it was crazy so I was somewhat prepared but not really.
On an average day we generally sell anywhere from $50-$150 an hour. (Lately because it has been so slow the hours are closer to $30-$50 an hour.) This summer when we were in the middle of the busy summer travel season the busiest hour I saw was somewhere around $210.
Last night, our slowest hour was $230ish. We were staying right around $300-$350. It was fucking insane. And it never stopped, we stayed open an extra hour and we were hoppin' right up until close. My manager had to go stand at the end of the line and turn people away so we could close.
As I'm trying my damnedest to get the front, cleaned up, stocked up and closed up people are still coming up asking if we're open or not even asking, just standing there waiting for someone to wait on them. This is something that normally happens so I just tell them that we're closed and direct them to the only open place in the airport. Most people are cool about it but every now and then we get some who can't accept the fact that we're closed.
It's always a certain type of person who gets annoyed that we're closed. I hate them. Not just because they're an annoyance to me as I'm trying to get the fuck out of work but more because they have a sense of entitlement that really irritates me. I can't even count the times I've had people (and by people I mean skinny blond bitchess) respond to me telling them that we're closed with... "Couldn't you just make me a skinny vanilla latte..." Quiet often there is a hair twirl or batting of the eyelashes involved.
It FUCKING DRIVES ME INSANE!!!
If I was a dude, and I was interested in the stupid bitch type, it might work, I'm guessing it has worked for them before thats why they try it with me. I'm not a guy and if I were (or into girls) I would want to punch thier perfect little faces and then watch them freakout about not being perfect anymore.
Anyway, I need to go write my dad a letter, make a star for our really tiny Christmas Tree and possibly make some cookies with the kid and other stuff but I can't exactly remember what that other stuff is.
Merry Christmas Eve, ya'll.
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