Day 1585 of our relationship, I'm turning 27.

27, eek. At 10pm tonight it will be official, as my mom reminded me last night. My poor little mother giving birth to a 9.5 lb. baby, 27 years ago. I can't wait to see what I will birth with these hips and with G being 6'6".

I'm now three years off from 30.

If I had my way, I would forever be 22 or 23. Those have been my favorite years so far.

I do not like getting older. I just don't.

It's hard to believe that I was 22 when I met G. He had just turned 25. When I turned 23, he lovingly told me that 23 was the "trade-in age." What a butt munch! I asked him what the trade-in age for guys was because if he recalled, he was three years my senior!

Well, now, I'm way past that trade-in age.

G is super, super sick. I kissed him goodbye this morning while he was lying in bed with no covers on. He was burning up! I hope he doesn't feel obligated to try to feel better on behalf of my birthday. I can tell he's miserable and I feel bad that I'm not there to take care of him.

E will be here tomorrow afternoon.

Yesterday when I got home from work I got a lovely surprise. I got to clean up doggie doo out of Bailey's crate. For some reason, the last two days in a row, he's pooped in his crate, eaten it, and thrown it up, e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e! So, lucky me, I got to wash a poop covered dog and his crate and the basement floor. Thank goodness it's still unfinished. Let me tell you though. Trying to get the shit smell out of your house is not an easy, or comfortable task when it's 20 degrees outside. I made G freeze while I ran the house fan to pull that poo smell out. I have a bionic sniffer and everything that has foul smell, no matter how little, will drive me crazy. I still think the house smells like crap, but G and his sister disagree.

Gooo Sharks!

Day 1584.

Check out my favicon! I'm slowly learning how to customize my blog a bit. When I was very obsessed with MySpace about two years ago, I taught myself HTML and CSS. I was actually more obsessed with DIV overlays for my MySpace page than anything else, and I got very good at it with Photoshop. I have yet to learn how to really change much on here, but I'm trying.

The hockey game last night was a shut out! The Sharks beat the Avs, 3-0! It was great and there were a lot more Sharks fans than I expected! (Thanks love, I had a great time with you!!!)

This afternoon will consist of riding home on the bus (and becoming nauseated from someone sitting next to me and the thought of their clothing, purse, etc. touching me), waiting for G to get home from work too, and going to the gym. I'm trying very hard to watch what I shove in that gaping hole in my face I call my mouth and to exercise more.

Running is my choice of exercise. Running about 30 minutes and getting about 3.X miles logged on my Nike+, plus some push-ups, crunches, and maybe some dips following that and I'm done. Speaking of running, when I lived in Charleston, I participated in quite a few runs. They were all little 5Ks or 10Ks, but they were SO. MUCH. FUN. They were also fun because I could get multiple people to run them with me. Most of the time it was G's co-worker Clay and my co-worker Steph.

While living in Charleston, I ran (and I may have forgotten one or two):
Cooper River Bridge Run (10k) x2
James Island Connector Run (10k)
IOP Connector Run (10k)
Susan G. Komen, Race for the Cure (5k)
Half Moon Outfitters, Reindeer Run (5k)
Make a Wish Foundation, Waves and Wishes (5k)
Charleston 9 Memorial Run (5k)

I miss doing runs, but they're not the same here without my running buddies. Although, I'm going to try to make it back to Charleston for the bridge run in April. I can only imagine how much easier it is going to be running at sea level with all of my extra red blood cells I have acquired living a mile high!

This week is dragging by. Last night before going to bed, it felt like today should've been at least a Thursday or a Friday. Alas, it's only Hump Day.

Friday, G's friend E should be here and then we're going out to dinner for my b-day. Saturday, we're getting up early and heading to either Vail or Beaver Creek for a day of boarding. Sunday, I'm sleeping in, making a Target run for Super Bowl necessities, making my infamous layered bean dip, drinking a bit, watching the game, and then turning in to bed to prepare for another long, tedious, monotonous week.


Gooo Sharks!

Tonight, as part of my b-day celebrations, G is taking me to the Sharks vs. Avalanches game!

Tonight, I will be one of the weirdos wearing the away team's colors.

Being from the San Jose area, I don't feel obligated to represent my home team, I want to.

Tonight should be fun and interesting. I have a feeling that the Sharks are going to kick the Avs butts, seeing that they're #1 in their division (I think the Avs are 21 or 22).

G keeps asking me what I want for my b-day. Really, I don't want anything. I could definitely use a rack for my car for our snowboards, I'd like new bindings for my board, but I don't need them, a new jacket to match my new pants, and jewelry is always nice. Like I said, I don't need anything.

My dad asked me the same thing and when I told him I just wanted him to come and visit me, he said that he'd be sending something because I "deserved it." I don't deserve anything. It's just my birthday.

Then there's my mom. A while back she had offered to pay for my gym membership. I paid for three months, which cost me $228 (yes, exorbitant, but the place was amazing). Then there's my current gym membership (at the local community center) that cost me $300 for a year, which I owe G for. When she asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said that she could send me money for the gym that she said she'd pay for. "Okay, I'll send you $100," she said. First off, that's not what we agreed upon. She said she'd pay for my gym membership when I told her it was $76 a month. She said it was okay and that she'd pay me back. How quickly and conveniently she forgets these things! I understand that she and my step-dad aren't doing so well financially (like the rest of the economy), but I don't make a lot of money either and I would've never signed up at the gym if you hadn't said you were going to pay for it. G keeps pestering me to get her to pay me back. I've reminded and I've tried and she won't send me the money. It's a losing battle. On one hand I understand, but on the other hand, if she didn't have the money she never should've said she'd help me out.

Grrr. I hate money. I hate it! It's nice to have, but it causes so many problems!

Colder than yesterday, but warmer than earlier.

And I was the lucky one that got to drag the garbage can out to the curb this morning! At that time my car read -11 (I took a nice blurry picture that I will upload later). Brrr. The wind wasn't blowing this morning, so it actually didn't feel that bad.

And I still love living here.

Obesity 'Virus' Spread Like Common Cold, Scientists Say

I'm not one to repost stories, so I'll link to it. I think it's a load of B.S. What has the world come to when someone is trying to prove you can "catch" obesity like you would catch any other virus? Can anyone take responsibility for anything these days?

Here's the story of Fox News.


You know this poster? I'm sure you've seen it.

Well now you can do this to your own photo at Obamicon.Me.

I can't do it here at work because they haven't updated my flash player... bummer.

So try it and e-mail me your creation!


Right now G's sister is living with us. She has been cohabitating with us since mid-October.

Now one of G's best friends, E, from the "boys have a penis, girls have a vagina" years, is moving in.

In one sense I don't feel like our new house is a home. Here we are, brand new homeowners, and we're sharing it with two other people. Our two extra bedrooms are occupied and once again I don't have anywhere for my family to sleep should they want to come and visit. Shit, I might as well be living in an box that we called our apartment. It's really quite frustrating. Then there's utility bills, which are rediculously high and for which we're not receiving any compensation for.

I know if it were my family or my friend(s), I would do anything to help them out too... but how I would love to just have our house be our home.

I'm just past that age of having a roommate and having the tolerance to live with people outside of my love bubble.

I just want G. I want G to be my husband and I want to turn E's future room into a nursery (one day).

Yes, I'm getting ahead of myself because G would probably drop dead if I said that I was pregnant. I wish I was though!

I know these things that I want, and want to feel, will come in time... but I'm ready for it now.

Amelia 1/12/09

Amelia 1/12/09, originally uploaded by musheroo.

Here she is on January 12th. What a difference a year makes. They grow up so quickly and she is such a cutie!

Amelia's 1st Christmas

Amelia's 1st Christmas, originally uploaded by musheroo.

This is our friends that were visiting from Charleston, little girl Amelia last Christmas.

Le sigh, I'm stuck inside today.

It's currently around 70 degrees outside right now and I couldn't tell you what I would give to be able to be outside today, hiking with G and the doggins!

70 degree weather in Denver, mid-January, is unheard of. We're suppose to set a record today that was last set in 1950. I don't get it; South Carolina got snow yesterday and we've got the warm sun. Granted, Colorado does get a TON of sun. The state averages 300 days per year of glorious sunshine. To think, when I told people in Charleston that I was moving to Denver, the assumption was that it was snowing, freezing, and cloudy all-the-time. No offense to anyone, but I'm so glad I don't live in the south anymore!

On another note, next week (in eight days), I will be 27. Ick. I don't want to get older. I know 27 is not old, in fact it's still young. That's just one year older though that I don't want to be. It's hard to believe I was 22 when I met G! I want to be that age again so badly. I loved 22 and 23! I was 22 and G was 25. Wow. He will be 30 in May!

Right now we're trying to plan a trip to Cozumel for his big 3-0. Hopefully everything works out and he will have a rockin' birthday!


I have to say, it's pretty amazing to be alive to live and experience the history that is being made today.

I wouldn't say that it's amazing to live through 9-11, but it makes me wonder how many other history-making events I will live to experience.

Friday was a bust...

Gah, I need to go to the doctor.

Social anxiety is rearing it's ugly little head into my life again and there isn't a darn thing I can do on my own to fix it.

Just about two years ago I finally decided to go to the doctor to ask for something to help my fear of public places, people I do and don't know, and incessant sweating.

G would ask if I wanted to go to meet up with friends after work on a Friday. Of course I did! Friday would roll around and when it was time to leave the house, I didn't want to go. There was something wrong... anything I could find wrong, I would. My hair was horrible, my makeup was wrong, my clothes were too tight etc. I would break down and there wasn't anything I could do to control it.

Poor G.

So the doctor prescribed me Lexapro and Xanax. Da-da-daaaaa, the miracle pill! She prescribed it on the condition that I should be able to "learn" how to act and react properly in the situations that usually through me into a tizzy. For awhile it was weird because I didn't feel anything. Nothing bothered me, and for G, he was a bit confused on weather he liked the irrational me or the unfeeling, unreactive me. He could be a total a-hole and I'd just sit there, thinking "whatever dude, can't phase me!"

So I stayed on my meds and it made a huge difference! I loved it and I loved the way I felt. I wasn't introverted, shy, and unspoken. I was more outgoing, open, and not afraid to speak. It felt great and I felt like I was learning a lot from being on my meds.

In June, of course, we moved to Colorado and I have yet to find a doctor. I thought I had learned the correct behaviors and reactions to situations that used to bother me, so I stopped taking my meds.


I am now a freak again and am avoiding people, places, and phone calls. I wish I could control my behavior, but I can't. The best way I can explain this is trying to convince your brain that what it deems irrational, rational. It's like trying to convince yourself that pulling off a scab won't hurt. You know it will, but try to convince yourself otherwise, and pull it off. No-way-Jose.

So now I'm onto the doctor hunt. I always worry that with all of the non-freaks that are merely drug seekers, my new doctor won't believe me or write me off. I hate that feeling too, but maybe that's part of my viewing the world through an irrational, chemically imbalanced brain.

I don't even want to get into what Friday night turned into... maybe later.

Station departs from normal routine (this is so cool!)

London, January 16, 2009

(Story from

The bustling but humdrum concourse of Liverpool Street station was brightened up as people who had appeared to be travellers and station staff began to dance. A group of about 400 performed a mix of hip-hop, disco and ballroom moves.

The dancing, part of an advertising campaign for the telecommunications company T-Mobile, was filmed on cameras hidden around the station.

The full sequence will be shown in an advertising break on Channel 4 during Celebrity Big Brother tomorrow evening.

A T-Mobile spokeswoman said: “Dance brings to life the fact that there are often unexpected, wonderful, exciting things that happen that you want to be able to share with your friends and family.”

The best part of it all is if you search for this on YouTube, you get all of the videos from people filming on their phones... the whole point of T-Mobile's ad. Pretty clever.

Our freshly pained accent wall, with our dog Bailey modeling it.

Day 1572.

This evening G and I are headed up to Breckenridge for the weekend with his friend B.

If I could have my way, I wouldn't be going. It's not because I don't want to spend time with G, but more because 1) I don't want to hang out with B. I understand he's single, but when you blow your friends off to hang out with Colorado's "Most Eligible Bachelor," and his douche-bag roommates, it doesn't fly. I like to think that the people you associate yourself with are an example of who you are and your character. The first time I met "Colorado's Most Eligible Bachelor," he was hanging out with a married woman and his douche-bag roommate justified what he was doing telling me that it wasn't on his roommate, that it was on this married woman and that I didn't know what she was going through, so I shouldn't judge her either. I'm sorry, but if you have a ring on your finger, you shouldn't be, literally, hanging on another man. Keep your clam burger closed honey. So B continues to spend time with this douche bags. Maybe he thinks hanging out with a bunch of single guys will help his game. Hello, do the math here B. More single guys just means that whatever women are out, have more of a choice to pick over. Smooth move Ex-Lax. Now to 2) We had friends visiting for a week and the whole time it was "go-go-go."They just left of Tuesday and I've had a busy week working some O.T. after my regular hours. To be quite honest, I would enjoy a nice quiet weekend at home, not spending $30 in gas to drive up there for a night. 3) I have a sinus infection. I can't even begin to remember the last time I had one, but I feel like poop. Having the Mucinex booger stuck up in your head doesn't make for feeling top-notch. 4) Lastly, I'd just like G to want to spend time with me and not have to "do" something all the time. I want him to relax and be content spending time at home, cooking dinner and watching a movie.

No matter what I want or how I feel physically, or how I feel emotionally about going, we'll still go because it's what G wants. He always gets what he wants and I if were to tell him to go on his own and hang out with B, he'd turn it around on me telling me that I would be being selfish and that if I don't go, he won't go. And it's not that he wants to go up to Breck to spend time with me, it's because he wants to hang out with B and go boarding. So seriously, why in the heck does it even matter if I go? Fact is, it doesn't.

Gah. I didn't start the morning off right anyway, and not wanting to waste my time this weekend isn't making me feel any better.

Did I mention that because G couldn't sleep this morning, he made comments and poked me until I acknowledged him? What the hell?! My alarm went off and I wanted to snooze a bit longer, so I tried to. The next thing I know, G is whispering comments and poking me. He'd wait for a reaction, and when I didn't do anything, he'd make another comment and poke me again! What the hell x2. So I annoyingly asked him "What?!" and why he was bugging me. "I can't sleep," he says. Well thanks for poking me for a reaction because you couldn't sleep. Sheesh. So I shat on the idea of snoozing for 10 more minutes and just got up. Grrr.

Gran Torino.

The bf and I went and saw Gran Torino last night (after painting an accent wall in our family room!).

I thought the movie was fantastic. In fact, it may be my favorite movie of the year. Last year it was, P.S. I Love You, which most people hated. I assure you though, this is a great movie.

Not only does it have a great story line, but Clint Eastwood's character builds through the movie, and it's not your typical "happy ending" movie. It doesn't end the way you think it would, not to mention, did anyone realize what this movie was actually about based on the preview?

I sure didn't and I was pleasantly surprised.

Clint Eastwood's character is an untouchable man. But through the movie he meets people that touch him. You see him change from a hardened, angry man to a person who no longer only thinks of himself.

I can't say too much of course without giving it away, but I will say that the movie is intense, humorous, a picture of the world we really do live in today, and lastly, sad.

I also might add - if you're easily offended by words like "chink," "goon," etc... skip this movie. It's used in good humor, and I found it fitting to Eastwood's character, but some may disagree.

I think my favorite line may have been, "Hey Dragon Lady, get me a beer."


I did. I slacked off yesterday and didn't post.

As most would realize, I write while I'm at work. Busy day at work = little or no posting. The only upside is that normally, my day goes by quicker.

Today is still busy.

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Post whore.

Why I enjoy working for the company I work for:


For those of you who were able to make it in today I just want to say thanks. Unfortunately we are in a business where taking sick days when the weather turns ugly isn’t really an option so your efforts to make it in are greatly appreciated!

We will be ordering pizza today for everyone (if anyone is still delivering today).

Thanks again!

I mean really, how many companies actually thank those who come in on a very snowy, traff-icky day? Could they make us feel better about doing what we're suppose to be doing anyway?


Dear USPS...

Dear US Postal Service,

You suck monkey balls!

Why did my dad send me a letter insured on December 16th and I still haven't received it?

Why is it sitting at my local post office? Hrm?

It was sent insured, not certified, not with a receipt of signature, so why in the hell wasn't it placed in my locked mailbox, or at the very least, why didn't I receive a note left in place of it?


Also - why hasn't the card from my aunt with my other gift card not arrived? Where is that one you stealing bastards?!

Would you like to reimburse her for your shoddy service and losing my card?

You're the US Postal Service for crap's sake! Can you get anything right, ever?


your personal pissed off mail recipient


One of my favorite blogs to read's author, has written a new book and she will be doing a book signing in Denver on April 6th.

I will go and I am stoked about the idea.

Wait... wait... waaaaaait. I am stoked yet I am bummed. I have a dilemma.

The Cooper River Bridge Run is on Friday, April 4th this year!

What to do... what to do. I really want to do the bridge run because Kelly said she'd fly back to Charleston with me and run the bridge with me, and Carrie said she thought she'd come up from Miami AND I want to see all of the peeps in Charleston!!!

But on the other hand, staying in Colorado and simply driving to dooce's book signing would be a lot easier on the wallet...

I guess we'll see!


It's snowing quite a bit, and it took me two hours to get to work today! Two hours! It's normally a 30-35 min drive and it took me F-O-R-E-V-E-R.

I know there's now on the ground, but it's plowed and they've sprayed Calcium Magnesium Acetate, so what need is there to drive literally 5 MPH on the freakin' freeway? Especially those who have 4-wheel drive. I know you don't need to drive the regular speed limit, but 5 MPH is a little on the rediculous side.

What was even more frustrating, is that there weren't any accidents! I'm not bummed that there weren't any, but very frustrated that there wasn't any reason besides slushy snow on the ground for a 35 minute drive turning into a two-hour drive for no apparent reason! Gah!

Seriously, you damn Coloradans, you live in Denver for Cheesus Crust's sake! It snows here, quite often in fact. So, why are you acting like you've never seen snow before in your life?

Oh no, a flurry, don't drive too fast.

I just don't get it.


I found out through my family (which tend to actually be a reliable source) that my younger cousin T, is doing drugs, meth specifically.

The worst part is, she has a one-year-old child.

Jesus Christ! What is wrong with my cousin and why is my family allowing her child to be exposed to this?!

Why isn't someone doing something?

I dislike the idea of children being taken away from their mothers, but in this case, if she's exposing this baby to drugs and an unhealthy environment, she doesn't deserve to have her child live with her!

I don't know why I'm in the "customer service" field.

I do NOT have patience for stupidity! Zero. Zilch. Nada.

If I could, I would reach throught he phone and put you out of your own misery.

For example (relating to calls about web account access):

1.) "I don't know if I registered for account access or not."
-Really? Why don't you try logging before wasting my time! Or write it down next time.
2.) "Does the Caps Lock key count as a capital letter in my password?"
- Really? Seriously, you've GOT to be kidding me. Was that a real question? Am I being "Punked"?
3.) "Does a number count as a letter in my password?"
- This came from the same person. Clearly a super-idiot!
4.) "Do I put the temporary password in the 'reset password question' box?"
- Of course not moron, it's a temporary password. You put it in the "password" box, under your user ID so that you can log in.
5.) "It says my account number is wrong."
- See how your account statement says "FUND/ACCOUNT NUMBER" 123/123456789? That would mean the fund number is to the left of the slash and the account number is to the right. Does the entry box ask for your fund and account number? Nope. Don't think it does. Which would mean you only put your account number there. What an novel idea!
6.) Me: "Your temporary password that I will be reading off to you will have one uppercase letter, one number, and the rest of the letters will be lower case. Capital 'L' as in Lima, 'a' as in Apple.

Stupid caller: "Is that a big 'A'?"

Me: "No, the only capital letter is the first letter."

Stupid caller: "Oh, okay."

Me: "Capital 'L' as in Lima, 'a' as in alpha, 't' as in tango, 'o' as in oscar, the number five, 's' as in sam."

Stupid caller: "So it's capital L, a, t, zero, five, s."

Me: "No, it's not a zero, it's the letter O."

Stupid caller: "So it's capital L, a, t, zero, five, s."

Me: "No, no. It's the letter 'O' as in Oscar, not zero."

Stupid caller: "Oh okay, thanks."


Day 1561. Let's add one more!

K&C are engaged too!

Let's start a list:

K.C. are all engaged.

Bitter, party of one - your table is ready.

I just realized something else. All of my engaged friends have the last name that starts with 'C' (except for one). Guess I'll be waiting a long-ass time before the letter 'K' rolls around.

C'mon life...

throw me a freakin' bone here!

Two more friends are engaged to be married.

Holy schmoly!

Average number of calls in on any given weekday: ~50-55

Number of calls I've taken in 3 hours 50 minutes: 50

WTF mate?

To top it off, half of our team members are off today!!!

One supervisor, two people on the other call team, and me. Four of us handling this craziness!

I've got 4.5 hours left of this hellatious work day. I don't even want to know how many calls I will end up taking today.