Saturday, October 29, 2005


Now usually I'm not going out at night, staying out late (especially on work nights), having many things to do... but the past few nights have been different... and I'm too old and too tired! haha Don't get me wrong, I've been having a great time getting out and being social. I thought I was hanging in there... not really that tired from lack of sleep... until about an hr. or so ago. After being out late Thurs. night (attending a Lupus benefit comedy show) and not getting to bed until midnight, then up at 6... out last night to have fondue (for the first time!) with my friend Kyla, and then to see Molly Greacen (my Accupuncturist and coworker's wife) and her band play at her CD Release Party, and to bed around 11:30 or 12 again, up at 7... it has now caught up with me and I'm TIRED! I almost fell asleep during my manicure... sheesh!

My Nieces 1 yr. B-day party is in just over 2 hrs., so I think I have time for a nap. And, unfortunately, I won't be attending the B.R.F.D. annual spaghetti dinner afterall. There's always next year!

I will be in bed tonight by 9, and I'm not doing a damn thing tomorrow! =D Oh... and we lose daylight savings time tonight... "fall back" one hour. (Leaving work when it's dark really sucks, but getting up when the sun is out is a plus.)

Nap time... nighty night. ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Now that I've changed my photo, why won't it show up where it is suppose to??? I'm so pissed off and frustrated I could throw this fucking computer right out my window!

I'm going to bed!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Racism DOES exist in 2005...

...and if you think it doesn't, you are ignorant... are racist yourself... you choose to ignore it... or you live under a freakin' rock!

Reading the following article (link below) made me physically ill. Not only did I have to force myself not to cry, but it put my stomach into knots and made me extremely angry. I know first hand that this family is not the only family that believes and teaches such bullshit to their children, who will then teach it to their children, and so on. This means, it will never end... sickening.

This article is about two VERY young, white (German) girls... "white nationalists" to be exact, who are preaching their message of hate via song... singing about "white power."

When is the world going to get past this hate, this ignorance? I know that it won't be in my lifetime, which is such a shame.


Six more days until... the annual B.R.F.D. Spaghetti Dinner! Woo Hoo! Which means... not just eating lots of spaghetti and garlic bread, but it also means, being waited on and somewhat catered to by... FIREFIGHTERS! Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a couple of weaknesses where men are concerned... bald men and firefighters.

Needless to say, I'm looking forward to next weekend. hehe

(The picture above is my long time friend "Snuffy," w/ truck 2301.)

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Another something silly..

Dominant Personality: Fear
Good Traits: You don't trust easily, and
you're not gullible. People don't get the
chance to take advantage of you.
Bad Traits: You're paranoid. You have to
relax a little, and realize that some things
aren't worth the fear.
People see you as: Paranoid, impatient, and
jumpy. Others don't know why you're so
untrusting, and may deem you as a freak.
You're Most Like: Disappointment. You dread
with the future holds for you. Unlike
disappointment, you haven't experienced much
rejection because you don't take risks.
You Need More: Innocence. Be adventerous,
and explore the world. Keep in mind that you
don't want to be fearless. It just has to be a
healthy fear.

What's your dominant trait? (10 unique results)

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Why "Rocky Mountain Rat Girl?"

I love rats... so much so, I have eight of them... yes, eight. Four boys and four girls occupy my dinning room... all of them in their cages on a nice shelving unit on wheels.

Gwen (pet store rescue), her cage mate and best buddy Abby (pet store rescue), Peanut (pet store rescue), her cage mate and best buddy Care Bear (pet store rescue), Ripley (Humane Society rescue), Li'l Man (pet store rescue), Chance (Humane Society rescue, and Ripley's long lost Brother), and George (pet store / feeder rat rescue).

Six of them are completely tame and social, and I hold and play with them daily. This includes supervised playtime w/ free run of my bedroom or the livingroom couch, and playing with me. :) Ripley, however, has decided he doesn't really like being held anymore, and has bitten me a couple times lately. George (my very first rat) has always been afraid of people, but he's becoming a little more trusting and friendly, now that I've had him for over a year.

Rats are one of the most misunderstood, unwanted and neglected pets. I am so glad that I am not allergic to them... as I am allergic to every other furry animal on the planet. Having these intelligent, amusing, cute, cuddly, wonderful creatures in my life is a gift.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Fun with Google

1. Go to

2. Type in the word failure (no quotes around it)

3. Then click on "Feeling Lucky"

I find this very amusing, and couldn't be closer to the truth! hee hee

69 Questions

About Amy... haha

1. smoked a cigarette - NEVER

2. smoked a cigar - NEVER

3. crashed a friend's car - Geez, NO!

4. stolen a car - Again... NO!

5. been in love - YES

6. been dumped - Not technically. I end up being the "dumper," not the "dumpee."

7. done a shot - Just a couple... many, many years ago.

8. been fired - No

9. been in a fist fight - No, but almost.

10. snuck out of your house - When I was young and living at home... of course!

11. had feelings for someone who didn't have them back - Yep :(

12. been arrested - In handcuffs w/ the Police, but wasn't arrested.

13. made out with a stranger - Yes, years and years ago.

14. gone on a blind date - Yep

15. lied to a friend - Something I try not to do.

16. had a crush on a teacher - In grade school... my gym teacher, Mr. Koshio.

17. skipped school - Most of High School was skipped classes.

18. seen someone/something die - Yes, my Grandma, and most recently, my first rattie, George (12/7/05).

19. been on a plane - Yes... HATE IT!

20. thrown up in a bar - Nope... always managed to wait until I got home.

21. done painkillers - Only for the "right" reasons.... post-surgical, migraines, etc.

22. miss someone right now - Yes, very much.

23. laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by - Not since I was a kid.

24. made a snow angel - Of course.

25. played dress up - Um, no.

26. Ever kissed someone of the same gender - No, and not going to happen.

27. Ever slept with someone of the same gender - Again... no, and not going to happen.

28. fallen asleep at work/school - Nope.

29. used a fake id - Nope, didn't have to.

30. felt an earthquake - Nope.

31. touched a snake - Many.

32. ran a red light - Not intentionally.

33. had detention - haha Yep, frequently.

34. been in a car accident - Not as an adult, only as a child w/ my Mom and the school bus.

35. hated the way you look - Yep, most of the time.

36. witnessed a crime - Not that I can recall.

37. been lost ? physically or metaphysically or mentally... Not physically, but definately mentally.

38. been to the opposite side of the country - Yep.

39. felt like dying - No.

40. cried yourself to sleep - Unfortunately, yes.

41. played cops and robbers - No.

42. karaoke - haha Yes, years ago when I used to drink and go to bars a lot.

43. done something you told yourself you wouldn't - Unfortunately, yes.

44. laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose - Yep.

45.Caught a snowflake on your tongue - Yes.

46. kissed in the rain - I wish... closest thing was in the shower.

47. Sang in the shower - Almost every morning.

48. made love in a park - Nope... maybe someday.

49. had a dream that you married someone - Daydreams... does that count?

50. glued your hand to something - No

51. got ur tongue stuck 2 a flag pole - Um, no.

52. worn the opposite sex's clothes - Yep.

53. want to get married - Absolutely!

54. sat on a roof top - Once.

55. talked on the phone all night - Yes, years ago.

56. ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone - I don't watch scary movies, period.

57. played chicken fight - What's chicken fight?

58. been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on - No, which is good since I cannot swim!

59. been told you're hot by a complete stranger - Yes.

60. broken a bone - Yes... foot, and elbow twice.

61. had a 3-some - Nope, and not going to happen.

62. laugh so hard you cry - Almost daily (if I'm lucky).

63. mooned/flashed someone - Flashed, yes.

64. cheated on a test - No.

65. forgotten someone's name - I don't believe so.

66. been kicked out of your house - No.

67. blacked out from drinking - Yes, apparently... many, many years ago. :/

68. played a prank on someone - Yes.

69. Been a P.I.M.P.- Um, no.

Friday, October 14, 2005


I went out with some friends from work tonight, Happy Hour of sorts. Most of the folks that came along had worked on the Solar Decathlon house that CU displayed in Washington, D.C. last weekend, and they won again this year. Wooo hooo! Congrats to my CU Alumni friends!

We went to Bacarro, sat on the rooftop and hung out while some really loud Raggae band played. I really enjoy just sitting around, eating, having a drink, and chit-chatting with them. Wow, it sure gets chilly in a hurry these days! Brrrrrrrr

We saw "D," a chick that worked with us for a few months, and well, we parted ways. She didn't see me, which was a good thing. Didn't feel like getting into a "thing" while I was out having fun. Saw a neighbor of mine too... started thinking it was a smaller town than I realize.

While we were all standing outside on our way out I then ran into one of my acquaintances / friends, Joe. I think his innocent flirting by blowing me a kiss made my night. Yes, I'm a dork!

Now I'm home and feeling lonely, an all too familiar feeling on Friday nights. This song by John Mayer sums up how I feel.

Love Song for No One - John Mayer

staying home alone on a Friday
flat on the floor looking back
on old love
or lack thereof

after all the crushes have faded
and all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here

searching all my days to find you
not sure what I'm looking for
I'll know where
when I see you

until then I'll hide in my bedroom
just staying up all night just to write
a love song
for no one

I'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away

I'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here

you'll be so good
you'll be so good for me
I know you'll be so good for me
for me

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

How bizzare is it?

My friend, Gilbert, told me last week... the day after my last migraine... that his Sister also gets these headaches. "Have you tried snorting some Cayenne Pepper?" he asked. I looked at him like he was full of crap, and he then continued to explain to me that this "bizzare" treatment helps her. She gets some onto a toothpick and snorts the powdered pepper right up her nose, and he said her migraine goes away soon thereafter. Sounds like an impossiblity to me, but I keep this in the back of my head.

Yesterday rolls around and I get my migraine. I'm so freakin' angry that I'm going to have to miss A&P's wedding that I take the first of my 6-pill / 6 hr. migraine regimen and go home, where I end up near tears. WHAM! The cayenne pepper thing comes to mind, and I actually HAVE some in my kitchen! It's a miracle! I don't cook afterall... but apparently I have most of the necessary spices to do so. I have no toothpicks, Q-tips won't work, and my impaired vision... due to my pre-migraine aura isn't helping matters any. I think back to some movies I've seen... people I've heard talking... and it hit me that cocaine users have used their pinky nails to snort the drug out of. AH HA! I reach my finger into the spice jar and scoop some up w/ my fingernail... then I shrug my shoulders (Desperate time calls for desperate measures) and I snort this pepper powder up my nose.

Well, um, let me just say... IT BURNS! My nose began to feel like it was on fire, which caused me to blink my eyes... then after a while my throat started to burn too. Is that the whole post nasal drip thing? Anyway... this then led to heartburn. At this point I'm lying in bed, starting to feel a little of the migraine pain starting, woozy from my meds, and burning from the pepper! Oh my, what have I done? Will this help? Is it one of those... this pain will take your mind off of that pain things? Despite feeling ill, angry, frustrated, and disappointed... this caused a slight giggle at the silliness of what I was trying in order to stop the migraine!

The burning lasted for an hr. and a half to 2 hrs., then it disappeared completely. I'm still unsure whether it helped my migraine to remain relatively minor, or if it would have been a minor one regardless. So... I will try this snorting thing again next time and see what happens (as far as my head goes). If it helps even a little bit, I'll do it! And if Gilbert completely made it up, I'm going to have to kick his ass.


I had yet another migraine, completely out of the blue yesterday... 2nd one in 5 days. What the fuck is going on?? It should not be hormones right now... all I can think of is the lighting over my desk, so I hope to get some bulbs removed today... to dim them a bit. See if this helps.

These stupid headaches interrupt my life, for sure... ESPECIALLY work. And yesterday's nearly made me miss the wedding I was so honored to be invited to and so looking forward to. Thanks to "L," my Supervisor at work... I was able to make it... in my drug induced haze and subdued pain. (L picked me up, brought me to the wedding, and brought me back home shortly after. Wow... what a favor to me!) I'm glad it wasn't one of my really bad migraines, rather it was more on the mild side... but miserable nonetheless.

Hopefully the lights in my "office" are the culprit, and the problem can be eliminated quickly. I cannot take having this many migraines again, and at this frequency! In my desperation to feel better, I tried something rather bizarre... I'll write about it later. Have to get to work...

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Something silly...

I've run across all kinds of silly quizzes. haha

What Your Sleeping Position Says
You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front. Shy and private (Me... shy? Not so much. Depends on the situation I suppose...), you yearn for security. You take relationships slowly. You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.

What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Fantasy spouse?

Am I the only one who has a "fantasy spouse?" Actually, I know I'm not the ONLY one, but I think it's more of a "chick thing." While surfing the net (taking a break from vacuuming and such...), I was reminded that my fantasy spouse, Kenny Chesney, is single again! Knowing that he's no longer attached to the squinty-eyed Renee makes me smile. Am I nuts? PROBABLY! hahahahaha

Quotes from today

Late this afternoon and early this evening I listened to a lot of loud, "angry-to-some," head-banging music, and also watched a movie called "A Lot Like Love." I really liked a particular quote from the movie, said to the character played by Ashton Kutcher.

"This is your life... right now. It doesn't wait for you to get back on your feet."

During my time of listening to music (that I'm not so sure my neighbors appreciated), I listened to one of my favorite CDs of all time, TOOL's "Aenima." It's hard to pick a favorite track on this CD, but I think mine would have to be track #2, "Eulogy." It's a LONG song, and long songs usually lose my interest after about 4 1/2 minutes or so... but this one keeps it. Maybe because about 6 minutes in it has the following lyrics that I can relate to, and that make me feel something deep down inside. (As I find myself singing along emphatically...)

"... Someone who's here to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, and someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fucking lie!!!..."

I think I'll put this CD on again and do a little vacuuming and such... I'm feeling motivated.

Shoe Shopping

Monday afternoon I'm attending the wedding of a coworker / friend, who also is the daughter of my boss (the owner / President). Needless to say, I want to look really nice... which means I need to not only have a great new outfit, but, great new shoes to match. I'm not your typical female... I HATE SHOPPING, if it's for myself that is... especially if it's for anything clothes related! ICK! I have the dress, the mani / pedi, the jewlery, the haircut, the brow wax... all I still needed was the perfect pair of "strappy sandals," which I set out first this this morning to find (after having no luck at all last night).

I decided that I wanted these sandals to be red, to match my mostly red dress... rather than plain beige sandals. I didn't realize that there were so many different shades of red shoes! Good Lord! Crimson, rose, rosebud, blush... the list goes on and on! (I am obsessed with my nails and nailpolish... so I should have known there would be as many colors of red shoes as there are colors of red nailpolish.) What shade of red is my dress in which to try and match these shoes? I HAVE NO FREAKIN' CLUE!

I managed to fine THE SHOES that I want... heels small enough that I can still walk in them, yet tall enough to be dressy and a little sophisticated. (Me, sophisticated? haha! Who am I fooling?!) Are they the right red? Once again I have to say... I have no freakin' clue. I go to try them on and realize that, even in a "nice" department store... the men working in the women's shoe department are CREEPY!! Why is this? Do they LIKE working in this department? Was it their choice, or where they just stuck there? Hmmm...

Important thing is... I got what I went shopping for, and resisted temptation to spend WAY TOO MUCH on a shiny new red purse! I may have to do some fun shopping later today... for some CDs. :D

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


I've figured out how to post a picture within a blog posting, but not on my main page... one that will stay there. Yay, and Grrrrrrrrr!

Here's me... brand new photo! I took this picture using my webcam, (when I was bored and frustrated), while I was messing around w/ this whole blog thing.

Once I figure out more, I'll have another one posted, for grins (or giggles!). In the meantime, I must finish getting ready for work...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

From MySpace...

I've decided to carry over some of my blog entries from MySpace and put them on here... so I have somewhat of a jumpstart on things.

If I could only figure out how to get my damn picture posted!

My own blog!

Well, I'm finally working on getting my own "real" blog! (Thanks to the help of a new friend of mine.) And, well... now lost on how to get this damn thing set up! How will others see my blog? How will I look to see how others "see" my blog? What is my url? Don't I need to know this if I want to tell anyone where my blog is? ARGH! I'm filled with questions and cannot seem to find any answers.

I started this little project last night, and my frustration has carried over to this morning. However, I must finish my morning ritual of getting ready for WORK. I'll try this again tonight!

4 days 'til Friday!

Sunday, October 02, 2005

"This is freaking great..."

I stole this from Duane, who stole it from Aubrey who in turn stole it from Kara.

Directions: Type “(your name) is” (with the quotes) into a Google search; cut-and-paste the first 10 responses that work. Just pull the answers right out of the excerpt Google shows you, don’t click the link and search around. The only rule is that each one has to start with “(your name) is.”

AMY is an American citizen who 'vanished' while aboard a foreign vessel ininternational waters.

Amy is on the cover of the October/November issue of Metro Source magazine.

Amy is sexy and funny.

Amy is currently fighting the leukemia with a new form of chemotherapy. (Yikes)

Amy is the daughter of Leo and Inez Wong, one of the richest families on Mars. (MARS??)

Amy Is Sadly Excoriated. (Huh?)

Amy is comfort food for tired, hungry professionals who feel adrift in thecareer world.

Amy is able to be "selfless, boundless, without ego."

Amy is back. ... AMY IS BACK!

Amy is suspicious.

Overweight rat?

So, I just got back from the Vet w/ one of my rats... George to be exact. He's been ill for a few days, so it was time to see the Dr. Yes, I DO take my rats to the Dr. if they are ill. Anyway... he has an Upper Respiratory Infection, but his lungs are clear... thank goodness! (Pneumonia is common in rats... NOT a good thing.) Along with this diagnosis, I find out that 'ole George is also, *gasp*, overweight! Apparently I've been too generous with yogie treats and the seed portion of his diet. If George is overweight, then my other rat boys, at least 2 of the other 3 (I have 8 ratties total), are DEFINITELY overweight as well! Oh no!

Starting today, my ratties (and I may include myself in this) are going on a "diet," and will start a more regimented exercise plan. If it takes my rats to motivate me, then so be it! I'm thinking that they will have more success than I will... I lack the willpower, but will give it a go!


(I stole this from Duane who came across it on RabbitBlog, and it was written by a white woman. No matter how harsh, no matter the use of the word "honky" throughout, I'd have to agree with her.)

Hey honkies! Gosh, it's nice to be safe and dry and well-hydrated, isn't it? Today is a good day to be lily fucking white, that's all I gotta say. But even if we were a little hot and hungry and maybe, I don't know, dying, it's tough to see the U.S. government ignoring us, isn't it? Middle class white folks, thousands of us, suffering, waiting for someone to just give us a lift out of hell? Does that sound familiar to you? If it did, would we be referred to as "refugees" do you think? And since when does sniper fire justify the total removal of aid? Aren't there troops in Iraq withstanding sniper fire day in and day out, to keep the peace, to hand out aid, to make sure that freedom is always on the march?

You know, when our fine president was elected last fall, I had to tell myself, over and over: "Come on, things will be bad, the environment will be fucked, the war will last indefinitely, you'll have to turn off the TV every time that imbecile comes on, but it's not like the country will fall to pieces. It's not like chaos will descend upon the land. It's not like Americans will be able to stomach the war once the casualties reach the thousands. It's not like the basic humanity of our leaders is completely, 100% in question. I mean, they are human, right? They have some compassion, they have a plan, right?"

Honky madness! And when you hear black folks raging against the government, talking about violent uprisings and such, and all you can think about is what nutjobs they are, and does this mean all your fucking appliances might be carried away, what is that? How fucking blind are we, honkies? These people are the only ones who can see clearly how royally fucked this country has become. The front page of my paper has a sea of upset, suffering black faces, and the fear-mongering, compassionless captions say "rage builds" and "seething crowds" and "chaos" and "gunfire" and "refugees."

Refu-fucking-gees? How about Americans, motherfuckers? How about New Orleanians? Was there a special debased name for the businessmen emerging from the World Trade Center, shocked and covered in dust? New Yorkers, that's what we called them. And now the National Guard is scanning for snipers? How about driving some big fucking buses into town, and getting those people the fuck out of there? Remember that movie, "Saving Private Ryan," where a bunch of soldiers busted ass through enemy territory to save one little white boy's ass? Remember? "Gunfire was heard, so the buses left"? Are you shitting me?

Send those poor people some fucking help, and don't forget, this country is filled with really good people. It's important not to forget that at times like these. Yes, some of them were dumb enough to vote for the soulless moron in charge, but a lot of them are good people. And when the dust rises, and we look back on the absolute worst, least capable, most compassionless, reckless, cringe-inducing, murderous president in U.S. history, we can remember that we didn't lose faith in the people themselves. Don't let your fear and loathing of rednecks change your mind, there are lots of really good bumpkins out there. Don't let the talk of looting and gunfire change your mind, those are good people, and they're freaking the fuck out for a very, very good reason. You don't know shit about how it feels, and be glad you don't, honkies.

Honestly, fuck these brunches. People should be marching in the fucking streets over this. It's an absolute travesty, and when you look at the big picture, with kids dying in Iraq and corpses floating in the streets of New Orleans, it's just heartbreaking and it's enraging and it's sickening. Don't forget how bad this feels, because you - we - need to stand up for ourselves and get this country back.