March 18th, 2012

I keep forgetting this exists. Shame on me. I know you’ve all been eagerly awaiting my next adventures in Dating Land, and wait with bated breath for work tales of woe and such.

(Yeah, I know. I’m talking to myself. It’s all good. heh.)

Truth is? I’m too fuckin tired all the time. I work my ass off – though not literally cuz that would be cool, right? – then I also go out on occasion, with a movie buddy and out dancing (where I normally sit alone and people watch. hee), and then there’s the Pup’s swimming, and concerts etc, etc, etc…

Aka. Life. I know. Fascinating.

So, to recap:
I’m alive.
I’ve dated a couple of times.
I’ve a movie buddy who is just a friend.
I’ve a FWB who keeps me on a even keel. Hee.
I have work – which is hell, as always.
I have friends, which is awesome.
I have the kids, who are awesome too.

– The boy’s moved out for real now, and lives a couple blocks away with his best friends.
– The girl is crawling toward graduation, and hopefully will make it there. Otherwise I’ll have to kill her, which is not good at all. Hee.
– The Pup is swimming, and doing fantastically at it. We’re hoping for her first Junior Olympic time this year.

So all in all – despite the lack of an actual boyfriend – life is good. :)

December 3rd, 2011

For those that don’t know – i had surgery on Nov. 25 – uterine Ablation, to stop heavy menstrual flow.

Update as of yesterday: unsuccessful.

July 18th, 2011

Elton: "We've even a bit of a love life..." Ursula: "Oh no, let's not get into that.."


June 11th, 2011

…as my mom would say – We live in Alaska – we make our own fun!

As I was driving my son to work today, we saw a helicopter land in the Stanley Ford lot, pick up some people and take off again. They are apparently giving rides, so we drove over, watched, then I took him to work. That’s not the funny part though…

The funny part is this: Picketing in front of the dealership was a man with a sign. I didn’t manage to get a picture of him, because I just laughed it off. What it said though, was this:

“Do not shop here! They are disrespectful to employees!”

I snorted, and said something like “Welcome to having a job, jackass. Oh, wait, ya probably DON’T anymore..” And went on with my life, figuring they’d shoo him off sooner or later.

Well. They did. Or he left. Or something. Because here we are at the Funkey Monkey for coffee and writing, still giggling at the signs we saw – and got pictures of! – on our way through town. Seems Stanley had his own signage ideas….

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They say, front to back:

“Help wanted!
Honest, hard working detailer
To replace THIS GUY.”

And I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
God, I love my town.

February 15th, 2011

…isn’t he?

I concur. *sneezes. sniffs. coughs.* Pretending to not be sick at work makes for a miserable evening where it all crashes down again. I dun feel gud.

Of course – work was aided by my getting QUITE PISSED OFF there for a few hours. Heh. Now I’m just all “eh. Fuck you.”

  • Hey! You!

    Yeah you! All this bullshit I write? Is mine. So keep your hands off, will ya? I'm sure you could totally come up with better shit on your own.

    Also - dude. All opinions stated herein these pages are my own, and not those of anyone I might work for. Just in case you think I'm slamming something important, like, oh, say, my work place. I love my job, my co-workers, and anything that you might think is about you? Well, you might be right. Just remember I show my affection by endless nagging, picking on, laughing, etc. :) We're adults. Well. I am. On the outside.

    [Thus ends the 'Behave or ima kick your ASS' portion of this blog.]

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