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I checked my horoscope on MSN astrology today, and this is part of it:
Your Careerscope - Today, June 27, 2008
Fear is upon you. Perhaps you fear change. Perhaps you fear stagnation. Perhaps you fear letting go of a job that no longer serves you. Don't be afraid! Have confidence that the universe supports you and will take care of you at all times.

Great, “fear is upon you.” Dun, dun, dun… No, really, that doesn’t sound too bad at all, I mean as far as horoscopes go, right? I mean, change happens every day, right? And, the tone isn’t, ya know, too ominous, right? Right!?

But Yay! At least the universe supports me.

Seriously, it really is time for a change. In fact I haven’t really posted much this week because I spent the better part of the last few days secured in my house with blankies, kitties and ice cream. I thought I was suffering from stress headaches or a migraine, but my Sweetness thinks I was depressed. Like in those “depression hurts” commercials--that kind of depressed. I’m still not entirely convinced, but the truth is—something’s gotta give. I work way too much, and I try to pack as much into my free time as possible. My body is revolting (tehe--Come on, Monty Python anyone?).
Change is a’ comin’. Big, fat, unavoidable change. I feel it in me bones, and let me tell you—I’m a’ skeered.

The Infestation, an Update

I had sent an email to a friend explaining the spider situation I was having at my new house. I've included an excerpt, as it is much easier to cut and paste than to re-type. I thought things had managed to settle down, as I hadn't seen any spiders in my bedroom in at least 3 weeks. That was until yesterday. I found a new variety, but one which I am familar with. I'm not as afraid of this kind, so I smushed it into oblivion. My mother would be proud.

I will keep you posted as this situation develops--whether you want it or not.



“So, our new house is infested with spiders. I've seen 7 in the past 3 days. Two of those managed to get in my car, which caused all sorts of dramatics when they were discovered as I went to get in my car after working on Friday night. One was just chillin’ on the seat. I almost sat on it. Seriously, I screamed like a little girl, dropped my bag and ran from my car. My co-workers laughed at me once they realized I wasn't being attacked by a man with a hook. -Also, if you’re searching for rogue spiders hiding in a car lined with synthetic material, I suggest not using a lighter.

The other I discovered crawling across my windshield—ahem, on the INSIDE--as I was driving down the expressway at 65 miles an hour at midnight. I trapped it in an empty soda cup, which I then held out the window for the remainder of my drive home.

So, again, just for clarification--driving down the expressway at midnight, doing 65-70 mph, and I’m searching for something to trap this bitch and keep my eyes on it and the road, found empty soda cup, felt all MacGyver and shit, then realized I have a Very Pissed-off Spider that may or may not have drowned in the centimeter of possibly rancid liquid at the bottom of the cup. Oh yah, it was special.

I did some research today and found out they are Yellow Sac Spiders (Yeah, I know, the name kind of takes away some of the menace for me, as it sounds a little bit like a spider porn name). They are fairly common and have been known to bite, but rarely. Those bites occurring mostly when the spiders crawl into clothing and people get dressed. Guess who's going to shake the shit out of everything from now on? Yeah, you got it. Also, it might be overkill to shake the dishtowels, but I’m taking no chances.

I do, however, believe we have an agreement (me and said Yellow Sac Spiders). I will not kill them if they do not attempt to bite me. This has been working so far.”




Creepy looking sucker, isn't it?

Good News on Friday the 13th!

I just was just given some very good news. First, a little background: I work 2 jobs, one is a retail-type job and the other is an office-type job. Sometimes the hours do suck, but it all works out in the end, as I can pay my bills and manage to have a little fun.

On to the news--My annual review for my office-type job was yesterday. I was hired to work under a two year contract, which was extended last year for another 12 months (with me so far, good). I just learned today, in fact mere minutes ago, that they have decided to waive my contract terms altogether and keep me around until something permanent and full time opens up!

This news is very welcomed, as last week I was passed over for a promotion at my retail-type job. And even though I wasn't expecting to get it, it still sucks to be told you are not good enough. But I am good enough. And I'm smart enough. And dog-gone-it, people like me!

Oh no no no no no no no....Please, God NOOOOO!!

So much has happened in the last week, I was having a very difficult time deciding what to post. Then I saw this article in the New York Times, and it felt like the world's axis tilted a little.



"Strawberry Shortcake was having an identity crisis. The “it” doll and cartoon star of the 1980s was just not connecting with modern girls. Too candy-obsessed. Too ditzy. Too fond of wearing bloomers. So her owner, American Greetings Properties, worked for a year on what it calls a “fruit-forward” makeover. Strawberry Shortcake, part of a line of scented dolls, now prefers fresh fruit to gumdrops, appears to wear just a dab of lipstick (but no rouge), and spends her time chatting on a cellphone instead of brushing her calico cat, Custard. Her new look was unveiled Tuesday, along with plans for a new line of toys from Hasbro.”--By BROOKS BARNES, Published: June 11, 2008


I feel a little violated, my childhood has been pillaged for profit. "Updating" characters is the newest strategy for toy companies because certain recent characters have not been selling. Could it be that even children are tired of this constant commercialism of our culture. TV as babysitter, teacher and even parent? Does anybody else see what is wrong with this picture?


Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude. I just think that childhood should be full of innocent imagination and creative thinking. Running around OUTSIDE and learning things like ovens=hot pain, and mud=way fun.


Now, if you will excuse me, I feel the need to unpack all of my Strawberry Shortcake dolls and breathe deeply of their sugary sweetness. And Rose Petal Place. Man--they better not mess with my Rose Petal Place.

Introductions all around

First post, very exciting--but how to start? I could share everything I am, everything I'm about, everything I do. But I'd rather keep certain things vague (adds to the mystery, ya know). So here are some things I am not:
I am not strong
I am not super pretty, popular, or in-the-know
I am not unfabulous
I am not boring
I am not a fighter
I am not practical
I am not a genius

I do have a tendency to over-share, so I find the prospect of a blog very exciting. I am late to this trend. But I love to write. Sometimes I make people laugh. Sometimes people humor me (these are the people I love).

Please remember, all names have been changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy.