Winter is funny

It's been below zero for a few days now. I forgot how much that hurts-- physically. I hop in my car and race to turn it on. Today I got in after work and shoved my key in and turned and cranked my heat in .01 seconds. Then I tried to move my mittened-hand to the steering wheel.

It wouldn't move.

Turned out, in my haste, I had shoved my key through my knit mitten, so my hand was physically attached to the key. I actually held it there too until the car warmed up. That's how pathetic it was.

Just sitting there for 10 minutes with my hand stuck holding my key in the ignition.

I have no shame.

Jingle Bells

The snow has hit the ground. It's Christmas. In my mind at least. Snow = Christmas. That's the only way I can convince myself that this 10 below is worth it... funny thing is, it's going to get so much colder. **SIGH** Ah well.

I have been listening to pretty holiday music, some traditional, some not. These two songs are some of my favorite on a mix CD I bought:





BIG NEWS: We bought our first tree together-- it smells delightful!!


(the happy family)

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and again..


Holiday love to all....

Honest opinion survey

Okay, I've always wanted a non-traditional engagement ring. I'm drawn to really intricate bands and I like the idea of having color. I've hinted to Tyler that I really like aquamarine because it's a super light blue stone, almost like a diamond with a hint of blue.

Then a while ago I heard there is something called "chocolate" diamonds-- yeah, sign me up. I'm down.

Well I found this ring at Kay with an oval aquamarine *(did I mention I love oval cut gems?)* and a funky band WITH chocolate diamonds! Awesome right? Tyler thinks it gross-- says it reminds him of a wrestling heavy weight belt :( Sad moo. I think it's fun.

Honest thoughts?


PS: Just in case you were wondering, I'm not engaged and to my knowledge Tyler's not planning-- I'm just looking at pretty jewelry.

Tact anyone?

I am so mad.

I used to work for a woman who sent out e-mails to all her employees. I no longer work for said woman but still get emails.

Today I got an email from her -- a MASS email that went to 20 some other people with the company, mind you -- about the termination of another employee. Giving details of why that person was terminated. She did it as a cautionary tale, like remember don't do THIS or I will terminate you.

Okay. This pissed me off for several reasons.

#1 It was completely unnecessary to divulge private information like that. If I am ever fired from a job (lord forbid) I'd like to think my boss would respect me enough to keep the circumstances relatively private. At least not send out a god damn email.

#2 The same email could have been sent asking people "Please do not do A, B, or C as it is bad for the company and could result in termination." NO need to make it personal.

#3 This is primarily an all-female work environment and stupid shit like this reinforces stereotypes that women are bitchy and bad bosses. Why get gossipy with all your other employees about another coworkers behavior? COMPLETELY unprofessional.

I wish I had the balls to send an e-mail back reminding her that this information was none of my business and I really don't care to get e-mails like this in the future. The more sane part of my head (and Tyler) remind me that it is unwise to burn brides. SO I shall keep my mouth shut and scream into the void that is my blog and try to remember there are some positives about my former boss. THIS just wasn't one of them.

Lame commercial

Back off girls, this ain't for you

Sorry to rant but I keep seeing this tonka truck commercial that pisses me off. In it the narrator says,

Let's face it, boys are built differently- and WE have the blue print. Tonka, Built for boyhood

Ummm, boys are built differently how exactly? Aside from physical differences I don't think little boys and little girls are that different. Lots of girls like playing with trucks!

Apparently not according to playskool. Girls play with other things. Like the Rose Petal Cottage.






Guess being a girl means you want to keep house and play with a washer and dryer. THAT apparently is a girl's blueprint?

I CALL BS.

Dude, I'm not saying girls shouldn't like to play house-- but little boys play house too, just like little girls play with dump trucks. Stereotypical gender roles are not part of our blueprint --- just our culture.

So, Tonka, get a clue!

PS: If you google "tonka, buillt for boyhood," you get lots of other blogs that are pissed about this. Glad I'm not alone.

Video Post debut

I just figured out this whole video thing! SWEETNESS. I love it. For my first video, here is Tyler and I feeding goats at the pumpkin patch.

Just a thought....

Careful kiddies, Elmo may be covered in a date rape drug!

When are we going to start making toys in the US again? I mean... we've had HOW many recalls now for toys with lead paint? And now this INSANITY --- seriously, we are now finding date rape drugs basically on children's toys.

Who's for something made in the good ol' USA?



ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's about that time

Today I drove to work and I saw it... slight at first... like maybe it wasn't there? I hope and prayed that I had imagined it.

But no. It was there.
The dreaded first snow.
It didn't snow long enough to leave a dusting, but it doesn't matter. We had the first snow-- the first major snowfall isn't far behind.

This means a whole load of crap is coming. Example: When I left work today (at a whopping 4:45 pm) it was DARK!??!

What the F()*#@!??!

It's the end of an era.

An era where I could sit on my patio, open the windows to let in a fresh breeze and drive without fear of flying around the road. And I could wear my cute ballet flats and my toes didn't hurt like a beyotch.

Tonight Tyler put the cover over our AC unit. *sob*

Dear God I'm not ready!!!!!

There is only one cure for this type of depression. I need to go look at all the fun Christmas stuff the stores are putting out. :)

This also cheers me up. Dang you Christy-- I'm a freakin' addict!

Sad for the Day

I called 9-1-1 tonight. And when they picked up and said "9-1-1 Emergency," I seriously almost peed my pants.

Balls.

You see -- I'm an on-call advocate for a crisis line. Tonight I got a call from someone who said they were "gonna slit their wrists." When that happens you try and "contract" with them. You say something like, "Can you promise me that you will be safe and take care of yourself until tomorrow when we can see you at our office?"

She said no.

So I had to call 911.
And she was a minor.
And that probably means they hauled her off to juvie.
Which I bet is really helpful--- not.

I feel useless.