Much love to the childrens

Friday, Mar. 31, 2006, 8:31 p.m.

Remember how, when I was in the desert, I did the same exact thing every single day for a year, and still managed to find semi-interesting shit to write about?

Why the fuck is it that now, at home, where no day is ever quite the same, I got nothing?

For sheezy, my neezy.

I didn't realize it until today, when Husband said, "I'm going to take a nap."

And I said, "[Whine whine whine] You're lazy! [whine whine whine] You're not tired! [whine whine whine] Take me out to dinner! [whiiiine]"

And he said, "Oh, it's just for a little while! Why don't you go update your thingy?"

And I said, "But I don't even have anything to write about."

And then I almost bitch-slapped myself, because, HI, there is ALWAYS something to write about. I, for some reason, am just too completely retarded to write it these days.

And that's partially why I haven't been updating much. There's also the laziness -- can't forget the laziness.

But anyway, I'm going to go ahead and try to put something worth reading in this little blank(ish) box now. And it's going to be about ...

Honestly, you guys, I really do like the people I've been working with since I've been home. I like them so much that I'm not even going to make up entertaining nicknames for them (with the exception of Incompetent Co-worker, for obvious reasons), because they are just That Cool.

The reason I'm all "yay, co-workers!" and stuff right now is because I can't tell you this particular story (which I SWEAR I am about to tell; just hold on ONE more second) involving one of them without letting you know that they is all good peoples, and we all get along, and actually this story might only be funny/entertaining/not extremely dumb to me.

Ahem.

So, the other day, we were all sitting around discussing an article that Co-worker 1 had recently written for the post newspaper (which we all write for, as that is our job). The article was about children and vehicle safety -- an issue which Co-worker 1 feels very passionate about.

Now, as we all know, I have no children. I am WAY not ready to have children (even though from time to time, while perusing Sundry's tales of motherhood -- and BABY PICTURES -- I have been known to point excitedly and shout to Husband, "I WANT ONE!"), but I have not ruled out the possibility for little Mini-Meanies in the future.

However, Co-worker 1 has three kids, and she is a wonderful mom, and woo hoo for her, etc. So she kind of had a little freak-out (picture Macaulay Culkin in "My Girl" when the bees attack him) when I said ...

"Hey, I should write a counter-point to your article and title it, 'Whatever, Bitch, I'll Lock My Kids In The Car Unattended Whenever I Damn Well Please.' HA HA HA!"

You guys, she totally did not think it was funny. And I was kind of sad, because I thought she would realize that I was completely not being serious. But then I was less sad, because Co-worker 2, the other childless person in the room, started laughing pretty loudly.

And I guess the whole point of this tale is to see if you all think that I am a heartless, inappropriate-joking, child-hating moron. Or not.

And, um, here are some random pictures!

Here I am in St. Augustine last weekend. As you can see, I (or, someone with the same first name as mine -- whichever) am a "Great Floridian." Go me.

Husband and I soak up the sun. I, in fact, soaked up enough sun for my skin to glow painfully for DAYS and shred off of my face like fucking Goldmember.

I guess when you are the manager of a classy buffet-style restaurant such as this, you want to make sure there aren't any odd misspellings in your title, which is displayed prominently on the front window of your establishment.
Unless, you know, whatever.

Okay, that's all for now. Don't forget to answer the Question Of The Day -- Am I a heartless, inappropriate-joking, child-hating moron? Or not?

'Bye!

EDIT:
I finally got it together enough to upload this tiny video I made at Warcrygirl's place back in February. It consists of us both attempting to show different people (at the same time) how the storm trooper action figure works, and why this is an awesome thing.
And here it is.
P.S. Tanya, please don't hate me!
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