So, I have been trying to figure out a way to include my kinky stuff…but without shoving it down folks’ throats (edit: there was no pun intended; I swear–but I was re-reading this and my accidental pun made me snicker).  So, I think I am going to password protect any of the kinky/smutty posts and to receive the password you have to follow the blog or message me a request…something like that.  I shall keep you informed. 🙂

Regardless I hope everyone had a happy weekend.  My work ethic has been destroyed…this long slow painful ridiculous death of a closure has changed me in a way I wasn’t expecting.  My “don’t give a shit” has increased and my “fuck you” is off the charts.  Why? Because I let it change me. I always (ALWAYS) put myself last.  Whether not stopping to pee, skipping lunch, giving my evenings, weekends, hell…even my health came after work.  However, after finding out all I gave meant nothing and that I will be given nothing (not even a thank you) for how much I cared I realized that shit needed to change.  So, this week’s motto is “me first”. 

That’s right world, I am going to take care of me.  dammit. 

That said, I am gong to go pee now.  so there. 

🙂

What is the opposite of writer’s block? I think it might be writer’s diarrhea. I think I have it. Every day I think of something which is either funny or pertinent–and I write it down using a pen and then never transfer it to typewritten form.
….the fuck?
What is wrong with me?
In all seriousness–I blame my iPhone. I hate it. I really do. I miss keyboards–well, I think that is it–I miss keyboards.
So, if anything ever goes wrong with me please enjoy cleaning out my house with the fitty-eleven million scraps of paper with blog posts on them.
Cripes.
I must develop some form of schedule or something. 🙂

Good afternoon world, I have been watching a ridiculous amount of hulu on my tiny little phone.  I didn’t go to work on Friday due to some stomach issues I have no desire to go into–but that gave me tons of time to watch.  Then on Saturday I had to wait for my propane delivery–window of 07:00 to 17:00.  He didn’t show up until 15:30; needless to say I am about television-ed out.  

However, I now have opinions.  So–here we go.  My weirdo review of a metric crap-ton of television:

• once upon a time – gosh darn it, this is a pretty fun story.  You have to start from the beginning but then it becomes a fun dramatic fairy tale which sucked me in for all of the episodes and a new recording set on my dvr.  
• grim – darker than once upon a time, but still gripping. each episode tends to stand on it’s own which makes it easier to bop around.  
• prime suspect – and here are my thoughts on my favorite “strong female lead”.  While not my favorite of shows, this show truly represents what I feel a strong female is and should be in this messed up world.  In one episode evil gangster character is all threatening to her family and she breaks his arm.  This actress is portrayed as both flawed and feminine, working in a male-dominated profession (something I can relate to very well), with a boyfriend who comes with a kid and an ex-wife.  She is not innately motherly just because she is female (something else I can relate to); but she cares deep down.  This is a believable character supported by both great writing and acting.  Something I saw in an episode today which made me even more of a fan was her difficulty in supporting another female detective to join her department–unless that female detective was very good at her job.  This is something of a struggle for women working in a male-dominated field; knowing when to fight for someone’s inclusion into the group which took so very long to be considered a member.  If the person you choose to fight for is a failure, you lose credibility.  This character is portrayed as being very strong about this…much stronger than I have ever been.  I love to try to include everyone – something that has bitten me in the ass more than once and something I am becoming wiser about as I age.  

My heart is pounding.  I just received an email from my attorney regarding how long my ex has to respond before he can proceed with my divorce.  I have so much stress (so much) that I am not sure any longer whether I am losing my mind or if there is nothing left of it to lose.  Everything is so open ended and scary.  But now in 5 days: 3 hours: 22 minutes: 58 seconds I can move forward.  One thing can be finished. 

Then it’s time to work on the rest of my crap which needs doing.

Wish me luck. 

…and yes, I have a countdown timer on my phone.  The two coundowns I have are this one (obviously) and the one which is counting down until the refinery closes.  hmmmm, maybe these are not so much helping the stress levels, eh?  

well, make that weary.  I am getting plenty of sleep but I am just…wiped out. 

I think there has been too much.  Too much to do, too much to worry about; just too much of everything.

Trying to remain positive when everyone around me is getting more and more depressed, more and more stressed out…just, damn.  It is difficult. I received an email today which said this, “I’m just messing with you….  You are very positive and fun loving, it’s refreshing…” and then I thought, wow, I’m doing okay.  Then I heard someone come into my office and talk to people about how he wanted to go see a dog fight (??!!?) and I kicked him out of my office…like, violently yelled at him to get the hell out and that if he needed something from my administrator he could wait the hell outside for it.  And then I yelled at someone who was late to a meeting.  And then I realized I needed to breathe.  And stop yelling at people (well, I could give a shit about the dog fighting guy–I’m going to yell at him again). 

Two women apparently almost got into a fight outside the refinery.  Tempers are short as hell and the entire world appears to be losing their shit. 

This is not really a very insightful posting–but I shall keep you updated on how this closure is going down. 

Much love,

H.