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Last night I dreamed I was walking down the street one summer night.  It was not hot out and it was about dusk.  

After a while of walking, I saw a bunch of people in the yard in front of some sort of hospital, getting their blood drained out of them, by weird people with strange looking machines. 

I went inside and saw all these weird doctors doing the same thing with more people.  Blood and tissue were flowing all over the floor in the entire inside of the building and whirling down drains in the floor. 

Then I walked down the hall, where there were more doctors and more people, but these people were getting milk put back into them, through hoses.  Some of the people were dying. 

I tried to use the phone to call 911, but someone took the phone out of my hand and then pulled the cord out of the wall.  I can’t remember what happened next.

It was very weird, to say the least.

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Hey! First off I’m not anywhere NEAR Florida, and secondly, I cannot fathom how Jeeves would confuse Kiss My Sass with escort services in the Pan Handle state! That dirty old man!

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Being that I work from home running my own business, of course I rarely have time for myself because I spend on average 12-16 hours a day working.

But tonight that is all coming to a halt. I’m turning off the computer (as soon as I wrap up the Post-Carnival documentation) and then I’m going to spend the evening with my four good friends: Mr. Boob Toob, Jimmy John, and Ben & Jerry.

Whoo hoo!

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Being that I work from home running my own business, of course I rarely have time for myself because I spend on average 12-16 hours a day working.
But tonight that is all coming to a halt. I’m turning off the computer (as soon as I wrap up the Post-Carnival documentation) and then I’m […]

Thursday, April 6th, 2006

Current mood: horny
Now you can all discover why I *heart* Hal Sparks so much…

He’s probably a flaming liberal…oh well that CANNOT stop a girl from having fantasies.
 

Sunday, January 23rd, 2005

I’m your typical lazy, single apartment-dweller who runs her own business and works on average 14-18 hour days, and has no life because of it, and certainly the last soul on earth planning to be caught dead with a rag and bottle of cleaning solution in her hands, let alone a frying pan.
Anyway, eating healthy […]

Saturday, May 12th, 2001

Busted ass all day at office, DWD (dealing with doofuses). Thankfully was able to leave at normal time of 5:30. Got off bus to walk home and felt strangely beautiful. Don’t know if it was because

handsome young man downtown eyed me curiously, or because was dressed nicely today, or if because it was absolutely gorgeous out […]

Saturday, December 23rd, 2000

Normally some things in life bring us through emotional rollercoasters. For me it was this weekend, in particular. I laughed my ass off all Thursday night, Friday was filled with angst, frustration, and later, drunken stupidity, then Saturday it was all about weeping in front of the TV (stupid chick flicks!).

On Friday night I got home […]

At least I *think* it was her.

Oh. I don’t think you know who that is, seeing as I didn’t tell you about her yet. The apartment building caretaker’s unit is right next to mine and well, he’s a short, kinda smallish black fellow who seems nice and all but nearly every night I have to turn up my TV to hide the screaming noises coming from next door because whoever he’s nailing, she’s either a supa-dupa drama queen who knows how to yell and scream good enough to git her a Oscar like Halle did, or else he is packin’ a baseball bat. I told my super fun gay neighbor friends about it, one of whom pshawed me, “Honey, no way she screams like that! He couldn’t be that good, I’ve SEEN him!” I summoned that same friend just after Thanksgiving. I went over and knocked. When he came to the door I grabbed him by the hand and, putting my index finger to my lips, brought him into the hall between his unit and mine to prove it. You could hear that shit OUT IN THE HALL. It was just like an episode of Sex & The City. Boy was he surprised!

Anyhoo. Back to the screamer. She and he were in the hall, as he was locking the door on their way out someplace. He said ‘hi’ to me and I said ‘hey’ back. She just stood there looking frumpy. She is but a ‘lil thing, and white as the snow! She sorta resembles a high school kid, at least her manner and dress did.

What’s been goin on…like you care:

Finally saw Mean Girls and Bend It Like Beckham this weekend. The first one was about what I expected, but Bend It was great, and a happy movie. Very teenybopper-ish on both counts, but fun anyway, and better than housework any day. More tv than I have watched in I dunno how long.

Shit is knee-deep ’round here. Work sucks. It’s paying well but I don’t like the hours and GOD is it ever boring. On the plus side, there’s this guy there, we’ll call him Ben. He’s one of them funny whiny liberals who try to argue with you on the bus, in the hall, at the water cooler, basically everywhere, so long as you are a milimeter over to the right from LEFT wing. He gets all red-faced and practically has an aneurism whenever I see him ’cause he’s so upset at what he calls the “Terrible state this country’s in because of that cokehead mafioso Bush!”. I forgot what Ben’s name is (really) but I know it starts with a B. I called him The Angry Inch until yesterday, when I decided to start calling him CNN because he spouts breaking Commie News Nuggets every so often. A bunch of us were in the breakroom the other day stretching our legs and getting more coffee when I overheard him talking to someone else and I couldn’t hear what exactly he was saying but it was something about exit polls and voter intimidation. This girl I was talking to laughed after I asked her to repeat something because I said, “Sorry, I was listening to CNN over there.”

Lest I forget to stay positive! Happy new year to all you sinners…here’s hoping you stick to your silly resolutions and whatnot. Seriously. You have my best wishes.

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I flat-out hate this job.

I would rather be a Horsepoop shoveler in the Winter Carnival Parade, than sit here one more minute and pretend to care about math and science and Energy in General.

Oh, and if I get ANOTHER company-wide e-mail full of crap that does not pertain to ME SPECIFICALLY, I will hit [Reply All], write:

“Hi There- Just thought I’d reply to let you know,
I DON’T CARE!” and then hit [Send].

Ta ta for now blog peoples.

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Wednesday night, my sister called bawling. She and her husband got themselves kicked out of where they were living. Again. They moved in with his mom because they got kicked out of a previous arrangement for non-payment of rent. They can’t keep jobs and are generally irresponsible and lost. Anyway, as far as the latest arrangement failing, seems she and the mother in law came to bitter verbal blows concerning just how much time the two of them had been putting in (to look for work and housing, etc.) and I’m sure I don’t know the whole story but I caved and told them they could stay but for a couple nights. They brought their own food, blankets, clothes, and toiletries and slept in the living room. I had to work the next day so I went to bed early and for some reason, I felt compelled to stay home because I didn’t trust them to be there without me. Maybe it’s because I’m recalling my mom telling me so many times that when they were living with her she had stuff come up missing all the time. Who knows? Anyway, I called in to work and told them a huge lie about my mom being in the hospital and that I would be gone all day with her. What a big fat lie! I hate lying but I hate my job so much to the point that I can’t simply wait it out. It’s like torture trying to grasp and enjoy what I’m doing. I’m a control freak and if I don’t immediately understand what I’m working on I get mad. Not that I’m unwilling to learn! It’s just that this is one of those things that, while you TRY hard to get it, you are not interested in the least bit. Like science and math, for example. You could say that I’m a literary/creative/artsy type, but that I get excited at the notion of computers doing things for us, enhancing our lives, our business, etc.

Anyway. So I get through half the miserable weekend and my computer’s broke, so I wound up spending Sunday trying to fix it. Uff da. I woke up Monday morning and got ready for work and went outside to find out the bus already came. So I go upstairs and call work to let them know I’d be late. I go out again when it’s time and I get to my layover stop to find my transferring bus left already! So it’s another HOUR til I can catch another and I have no change to call work to let them know I’ve missed yet another bus. Embarassed and frustrated, I went into the mall next to the bus stop because I was not going to hang out in –12 degree weather for an hour. Something about malls really puts me off. I dunno what it is. I just avoid them like the plague, only going to them if I really HAVE to. So I go in and find the restroom and then go find a place to sit down and wait. I am sitting there on a bench outside of Romano’s Macaroni Grill and listening to the sounds of the mall as it comes to life and I start to cry to myself. I dunno why. I guess it was the sadness of voice of the man bellowing an aria from the loudspeakers outside of Romano’s combined with the fact that I lied to my job about my mom being in the hospital! If that was not enough to bring me down to the depths of misery, then I should have feared not! For the mall walkers had come, and that made me the saddest of all. For those of you not lucky enough to know, mall walkers are this sad breed of humans that drive to the fucking mall in the dead of winter, where they park their cars and then drag their sad suburban asses around the mall during non-business hours. What kind of person is so sad that their only good source of exercise is to go to the MALL?! I have to be TRICKED into going to the fucking mall. These retards go round and round and round until they tire of looking at closed gates over the fronts of lousy stores like Things Remembered, Candle Barn, and 6 different kinds of Foot Locker.

Funny quote for today: “Ted Kennedy: Now there’s a schnoz! You don’t get that from casual drinking. You gotta be havin’ a fifth of Cutty Sark on your Froot Loops every morning for that to happen.” – Richard Jeni, Comedian

Ah. Nothing spices up the Midwest winter doldrums like season premieres of celebrity reality TV shows. I do not watch that much TV to begin with but I program my VCR every year at this time because I absolutely have to watch Newlyweds, The Osbournes, and The Surreal Life. Watching famous people’s bizarre behavior and seeing their stupid adventures really warms the cockles of my heart!

Hell, yeah.

But don’t get me started on Desperate Housewives. More on that tomorrow.

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I’m your typical lazy, single apartment-dweller who runs her own business and works on average 14-18 hour days, and has no life because of it, and certainly the last soul on earth planning to be caught dead with a rag and bottle of cleaning solution in her hands, let alone a frying pan.

Anyway, eating healthy has been an issue for me lately.  It can be tough to do when everyone I have meetings with, orders pizza, wine and beer and then we go out for cheesecake afterward.  Add to that, the fact that it’s so easy to just eat fast food because of my job keeping me far away from the kitchen.

Excuses, excuses.

I recently found if I just eat more lean meats and vegetables and stay away from too much bread, alcohol and pizza, it’s been a bit easier to keep my weight down, plus I feel healthier.  I’ve been following this way of life for some time now (not including what horrors I indulged in over the holidays, of course).

Anyway, I digress.  The other day, a friend of mine told me she gets really good deals on groceries and said she had lots of meat she could do without.  Being she is a single mom of a 7 month old, she can’t really eat all of it by herself.

So she sent me a delightful care package with 4 pounds of ground pork, 2 pounds of salmon, 6 pounds of ground beef, 7 pounds of ribeye steak, 6 pounds of chuck roast, 4 pounds of snow crabs and 2 pounds of butter.  I also received a huge bag containing what I assumed to be a large meat item of some kind, on which the label said ‘boneless whole beef knuckle’ weighing in at 11.24 lbs, and wrapped in very heavy vacumn sealed plastic.

What the devil can one do with a nearly 12-pound mammoth mound of beef that seems to have conflicting origin? Was it really a knuckle?  Or is it really something else but no one wanted to claim it?  Sort of like an orphan?

I called the friend who gave it to me, and asked her. She told me she wasn’t sure…she guessed it was stew meat.

I put it al lin the freezer and decided I’d figure it out later.

Friday night I steeled my nerves and got down to the business of seperating all the meat.  I calmly fashioned 2 large meat loaves out of some ground beef and pork, and some other tasty ingredients.  There was something about the  squishing of raw meat one’s hands that makes you feel sort of, I don’t know–-homey.  Then I rolled out a bunch of breakfast sausage links and patties, following a recipe I found online.Saturday morning, there was an omni-present urge for me to shine my kitchen sink.
So I did.

And the countertops. And the backsplashes. And all the corners, removing the coffeepot, microwave, soap container, spice rack, etc. And the top of the fridge And the windowsills.

And let’s not forget to mention the oven’s range hood.

There I was, scrubbing like a banshee, can of Comet cleanser in hand. Suddenly, my brain went into commercial mode and I was doing testimonials for Comet in my head.

“Wow,” I thought, “Why did I buy that $3-a-bottle brand of cleaner that didn’t do the job last time, when CLEARLY, this 85-cent can of Comet does the job? Why would ANYONE continue to buy those $3 bottles of cleaner when none of them comes close to harnessing the CLEANING POWER THAT COMET DOES?”.

Then I started to feel sort of like I wanted to do them for someone, as in, besides myself, like probably a man and some children.  It made me beam with some sort of motherly anticipation.

That’s when I dropped the sponge on the floor and quickly came to my senses.

I nearly panicked, “GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO ME???!!”  It became apparent that I had spent a good part of my weekend doing all these house-wifey things!

Then I smelled something weird.  After about a half day of thawing, the mammoth orphaned beef ‘knuckle’ was still sitting in my kitchen sink.  It was well on its way to totally thawed and there was a meaty bloody smell emanating from the sink.  I knew I had to do something with it, and fast.

I decided to call my neighbor friend, who I knew was a self-proclaimed meat connessieur of sorts. He said that it was likely just a big ol’ boneless hunk of steak.  He came over, we unwrapped the gigantimoungus thing, and as we did, it unfurled onto the counter with a juicy, heavy, thud.

It was indeed, a large strip of boneless meat.  It was actually very fresh and had no bad odor, just that bloody smell, which my neighbor slash friend said was “completely normal”.  To my delight, Mr. Neighbor Meat Connessieur offered to help me slice and wrap it to store in the freezer.  I got out some wax paper, zip bags and a knife and began sharpening it.  Between him slicing and me packing,  we had that sucker sliced, wrapped and sacked and put away, all inside of 15 minutes.  I gave him a few pounds of the meat to take home, to thank him for his help.

After that, I decided to call it quits on the domestic front.  Things were getting way too scary!

On Sunday, I slept in till nearly noon, wore the same tee shirt that I had on the day before, and didn’t make any plans to do anything except feed myself and maybe do the dishes after meals.  I had aa n of phone-calling and chatting, internet surfing, TV watching, and general slackdom to catch up on.  Now as I’m posting this, there is a wet towel on the floor in the bathroom, so things seem to have gotten back to normal.

Whew! That was close.

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Sunday, August 20th, 2006

These last couple of months have been so crazy. I’ve been working like a dog. Then there was a whole bunch of Jaycees stuff I’ve been doing. Like reworking the website. Then meetings. More meetings. and on top of that, still more meetings. I think my next week is also full of meetings.

Family reunion. […]

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Being that I work from home running my own business, of course I rarely have time for myself because I spend on average 12-16 hours a day working.
But tonight that is all coming to a halt. I’m turning off the computer (as soon as I wrap up the Post-Carnival documentation) and then I’m […]

Thursday, April 6th, 2006

Current mood: horny
Now you can all discover why I *heart* Hal Sparks so much…

He’s probably a flaming liberal…oh well that CANNOT stop a girl from having fantasies.
 

Tuesday, April 4th, 2006

Today (which is April Fool’s day in case you live under a rock), and it was my birthday.  Gawd am I old.  Yup.  Turned the big 3-3 this year. I would have preferred to stay in bed all day but dear ol’ mom sprung for lunch and a visit.  C’mon… who can turn down a free lunch?

So we […]

Saturday, January 1st, 2005

At least I *think* it was her.
Oh. I don’t think you know who that is, seeing as I didn’t tell you about her yet. The apartment building caretaker’s unit is right next to mine and well, he’s a short, kinda smallish black fellow who seems nice and all but nearly every night I have to […]

Monday, September 20th, 2004

Okay. Here’s the dealie-o. You may already know by now that my REAL domain www.dayleeblog.com is down. That is because my domain expired and my life caved in and the ball and chain that is Twin City Federal has stripped me of my bankcard privileges just because of one silly overdraft so very long ago.
What’s […]

Sunday, October 26th, 2003

That’s helpful in the money department. For anyone who’s wondering if I’ve dumped James and run off to live elsewhere, well I thought about if for a few days, talked to friends about it and honestly here is the situation:

I have no money to be able to just up and leave, I can’t afford to make […]

Friday, May 25th, 2001

A friend from work had invited me over to hang out with her tonight and see what we could do for fun. On the drive over to her place, we bitched about work (yay…someone to bitch about work with!)

When I got there I spied a bookshelf holding a collection of all the great teen-angst movies from the […]

Saturday, May 12th, 2001

Busted ass all day at office, DWD (dealing with doofuses). Thankfully was able to leave at normal time of 5:30. Got off bus to walk home and felt strangely beautiful. Don’t know if it was because

handsome young man downtown eyed me curiously, or because was dressed nicely today, or if because it was absolutely gorgeous out […]

Saturday, December 9th, 2000

Where does the weekend go?

10:54pm Worked four hours. Froze nearly to death on commute. got home. Had big plans to haul out the fake tree and light it up, do Christmas cards. Instead I surfed and gafawwed at stupid websites. Read the news, read some email.

Now I’m cold and hungry and lonesome, so I’m gonna go curl […]

Saturday, December 2nd, 2000

7:44pmSuch pain. I am bleeding to death. I enjoy being a girl. All. Month. Long.

It’s early to bed for me, tonight…I need to rest up a bit since I have to work tomorrow. my nephew is over here, I’m babysitting him for the night. right now we’re coloring with markers then we’re going to watch some Disney […]

Thursday, November 16th, 2000

My mood earlier this evening allowed me to be uninhibited enough to post this. I took the pics a couple nights ago, to test the lighting in my office since I got a different lamp in here.

Pouty much?
Hey! Chapstick weather is just around the corner. These will be reminders of how nice my lips CAN […]

Monday, November 13th, 2000

You make EVERrrr-thaang grooooovvvvy Where did that come from? *looks around the room* My life sucks. I need a new one. Maybe these guys will buy it for me. Anybody got any offers? I’ve already checked the junk mail and the classifieds. I think I just need somebody to love. *gasp* Oh NO. did I say that? wtf is wrong with me?

Tune in tomorrow for […]

Sunday, October 29th, 2000

Have dinner, I suppose!
Boy, being on The Food Shelf Diet is Mmm-mmm good! Mushy mac & cheese. Tonight I learned you should never overcook macaroni noodles. What a way to top off a non-eventful, ho-hum weekend. I’m sitting here searching the web for PT work for the millionth time. I need to make more money […]

Saturday, July 22nd, 2000

The weather’s even been pleasant, what with the high temps only in the 70’s everyday. Haven’t been up to anything exciting, of course *gasp* are you shocked?
Last night I babysat for my darling nephew, who still kicks my ass at video games and is increasing his word power every day. I’m impressed, it’s as if […]