Desperately seeking earbuds. And a Prozac dispenser

December 20th, 2007, 4:51 PM by Goddess

Most days, we’re all holed up in our offices with our respective doors shut, as we are all engaged in heavy-thinking work. We are not hiding in our offices like the non-productive folks at my last job, who blatantly left their doors open while they took naps and competed in Solitaire championship games all friggin’ day.

Anyway, we all had our doors open today, and I tell you, I would have gotten more peace pulling out my laptop in the middle of the Metro Center station. My beloved neighbor (I really do like him. We kid because we love!) was so loud today that someone coming to meet with me thought that my neighbor was in my office, thanks to the volume. I realize now that this can come in very handy — everyone thinks I’m in a meeting! My door will be closed more often. 😉

But the real kicker was that I was listening to my iPhone without the earbuds. (I think a cat may be trying to hang herself with them right now — can’t find ’em in my purse.) And that’s just a bad, bad idea for the number of comedy albums I store in there. Case in point, a bit came on from Lisa Lampanelli, (“Pillow Talk,” if you’re familiar.)

If you’re not familiar, it’s the track that starts off with:
“‘… See ’cause I’m an older white bitch and I started banging black guys late in life, so I’ll be honest — it scared the hell outta me. …”

*thunk*

I’d apologize to my neighbors, but meh. I think forgiveness is just understood on all of our parts. 🙂 Like Lisa’s album title, we all just “Take it Like a Man”!



My brain got run over by a reindeer

December 20th, 2007, 8:47 AM by Goddess

I’ve gotten many compliments and more than a few questions on my blog category “Being a Girl.” It’s basically where I make blog entries that no man would dare make, let alone even think of. It’s also where I can just let it all hang out and blame it on carrying ovaries and a C-cup everywhere I go. 😉

Anyway, in today’s “Being a Girl” news, I am struggling because my bra does not go with my shirt. And I am wondering whether it would be less of a pain in the ass to change the bra or change the outfit. Ladies, am I alone in thinking I should just go for a different outfit?

In other girly randomness, in my last entry, I talked about the New Hampshire woman who took her husband’s ashes to Heinz Field for his first/only Steeler game. But what I neglected to add was that I told my friends that my last request is to have some of my ashes sprinkled into Jon Bon Jovi’s pants — lord knows it’s the only way I’m going to get there!!! 😀