Don't push the bitchy button

Occasionally (like clockwork every three to four weeks actually) I find that I have an unusually short fuse.

Most often it is more emotional, and I find myself dabbing tears in the bathroom, cursing my womanhood, yet secretly grateful that whatever it was, made me more sad than angry, and that I am likely the only one aware of my irritation.

But every once in a while, someone pushes the bitchy button, and it takes unbelievable energy to hang on to the wild temper gnashing its chops, and threatening to commit an act or share thoughts, that definately are not ready for prime time. These often result in a dramatic scene of somesort and horrible moments of regret immediately following the outburst.

Today, someone ignored all warnings and pushed the button, and the beeeyotch is born.

To the button pusher, this is your "The beeyotch top 10":

10) Don't condescend me, especially if I am definately smarter than you are, and in this case, I am and you know it!.
9) Do not assume (it makes an ass ONLY of you) that your thoughts about something are more important than mine, when you have no experience in this, and I get paid for my knowledge.
8) Just because you were "a somebody," somewhere, at one time in your life, does not automatically make you anybody special to me - special in my life is EARNED.
7) In your case, you manage because you are unable to create.
6) Just because the woman you are marrying is ALWAYS a bitch, doesn't mean all women are always bitches, and perhaps its you that brings it out! The difference here, is that you are not buying my ass a house, so I have no need to worry about your feelings.
5) I can speak slower, but in your case it clearly won't help.
4) If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then degredation at your expense just makes me feel better.
3) If I draw lines and circles like John Madden, would it make sense to you then?
2) Wow, your feeling of superiority is astounding when coupled with your obvious incompetence.
1) Keep it up buddy, I can make you bleed for 7 days too!

Okay, maybe not nice, but sometimes you just gotta vent, and it is kinda funny! :O)

co-workers to the rescue

apparently one of the folks we work with, who is out of the office on business today, left his sunroof open and windows down, not realizing a big storm was on the way...

random memory

When I was about 4, my Mom took me shopping for shoes. I needed 2 or 3 pairs, and I imagine money was probably pretty tight for my parents then. I got my little tootsies measured and tried on a few pairs. We bought 3 pair and went out to the car. Mama asked me if I liked my new shoes, and I said said "no", which caused my Mother to ask me a little irritatedley, "why not?"

I told her that the shoes hurt my feet, and she asked me incrediously, "then why did you tell me to buy them for you, Honey?" and I said "because I didn't want to hurt the salesman's feelings, he was nice and I think he really needed us to buy them."

I believe she took me right back in and got a bigger size, but that story is very important because it says a lot about me. It had less to do with his salesmanship and more to do with my odd ability to sense what other people are feeling, and I have always had a tough time tuning out others feelings, often even against my own best interest.

My Own Private Island

Whenever I watch Survivor or Lost or anything that has a tropical island feel, I think about how the reclusive part of me would love to have my own private island. I have given it some thought too, there is a very deep natural streak in me that is enticed by the idea of working with the land.

TGIF

Some Friday mornings I just wake up with that wonderful "it's Friday" feelin'!

The promise of a whole weekend in front of me...glorious! And although, I will be working on my thesis a lot this weekend, I really love working from home, and I can take a walk on the beach at least once and enjoy a little more of the day than I usually can during the week.

Happy Friday to all!!

walking in the rain

last night I walked on the beach for about 2 hours, it was stormy, humid, windy and fabulous. I ran into a friend along the way who walked with me and put up with my incessant chatting and likely overwhelming exuberance.

I had so much energy, it seemed like I was pulling it from the air, the sky, the power of the storm, the wind, the waves, the peeks of mooonlight, the beauty of nature in action, and the sheer power and awe of it all.

He is the third person who has recently mentioned something along the lines that "he wished he had fun stories to tell," like I do.

So maybe I am wrong, maybe it isn't just that not everyone pays attention, maybe the things that I experience really are unique, not just in their details, but in the fact that I experience them at all.

Interesting...

and the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down

We are having our first real rain of the season today, and I am really
hoping that the forecast for actual thunderstorms holds true. It
seems like its been a long time since we have had a really good storm.

You know one of those lock yourself in the house, light up the
fireplace, put something hot on the stove and "cuddle in" with a good
book (or a movie marathon if you have power) while the storm blows all around.

Doesn't that sound nice?

Much better than watching it from the big window behind me at the office....

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

A few more things I love about Sunday:

Swinging on the swinset at the beach at sunset, its magically delicious!!

Taking random pictures, just because, with your friends, perhaps a little buzzed, then grinning from ear to ear, when looking at them later.

are you watching LOST?

okay, how completely engrosing is this show? At moments I realize I am actually holding my breath. there a cheesy moments too, but generally edge of your seat stuff, how totally unstable is locke...and not entirely sure he is the most likely to go postal...

what is charlie gonna do when the dope runs out? what the hell IS that thing out there in the junglemowing down trees like bushes and why doesn't it go to the beach? apparently invisible, because everyone asks did you see it and everone answers no, even when face to face...and how did locke survive it face to face exactly? and who is the dude in a suit wearing white sneakers, toto you definately ARE NOT in kansas anymore...

update: awb

update to award winning bread post 1 and 2

it took me until today to finally call and say thanks for the bread, I SOOO totally and completely suck at those little ettiquette pleasantries.

my pathetic excuse is that I occasionally let life overwhelm me, but its weak.

and the very worst part is that when he thanked me for calling, he told me I was the nicest person he knows, polite to a fault and always looking for the bright side, and that his life is that much more joyful just because my cheerfulness is infectious - well geeze, how unbelievably nice is that and how much more guilty do I feel for not calling before just to freakin say thanks for the bread the guy baked for me with his own two hands - criminy (pausing for desperate gulp, er breath of air)

Blue Pumpkins

For the record, because I have answered this question AT LEAST 100 times since last Friday - YES, THERE REALLY ARE BLUE PUMPKINS.



No they are not damged, deformed, rotten, not fully ripe , or any other less than edible undesirable thing.

They originate in Australia, but apprently grow well in California, the skin color seems to vary from a light green to a dark purple and everything in between

The insides are orange, just like regular pumpkins, and are highly reccommended for baking.

a few good stories

Several years ago now, I was driving and listening to the radio, and this guy had called in and was telling the DJ about this "one great weekend of debauchery" that he thought was such a "GREAT STORY".

I have no idea why I didn't change the station because the story was completely lame and even more poorly told, but I digress... at the end he said something that really struck me:
"Most people are lucky if they have one or two good stories in life, and that is one of mine."

Now, of course, I HAVE to say that I think the fact that his stupid story was was one of his best is pretty damn sad, but aside from the subjectiveness of the quality of either the stories' content or delivery........

One or two good stories?? Okay probably a few more yes, but DAMN, is that common? People say to me sometimes that they think it is so cool that I have all these stories I tell, but I have always thought that a lot people just don't pay attention, it's not that they don't have things that are noteworthy that happen to them. In fairness, this may not be high on everyone's priority list. For me however, this is paramount, and by that, then, I am blessed.

A nice start to a Friday morning

What a GREAT Horoscope I got today!! I always take
them with a grain of salt, but still!!

Capricorn
Maybe you seized the moment, or maybe you dropped the
ball. Whatever happened, it's in the past and it's
going to stay there. Now it's time to look forward to
the future. You'll find plenty more where that came
from. The best way to find perspective is by helping
other people. If romance is on your mind, know that
it's always a possibility. If you don't think you're
in the mood for it, just wait. The right situation
will make you forget about everything that came before.

Things I love about the Central Coast

Joose is my favorite local band - they have a great blended sound (& their cute too!)

Schooners is my favorite hangout - whats not to love: cocktails, great food, local characters & a stellar view!

this is our local beach cam it sits atop a lovely little hotel in our little town, just about 30 steps away from Schooners.

last sunset of septemer 2004

A few things I love about Sunday

puttering around the house
singing willie nelson songs while puttering
champagne brunch (eggs over easy, bacon, wheat toast & crispy hashrowns are also nice!)
making a really yummy dinner
phone calls to and from loved ones
reading a good book
watching movies all day
walking on the beach
watching the sunset
a long hot bath
the glorious feeling that there is nothing that MUST be done

Things you can learn from the town drunk

A little confidence goes a long way
Your real friends forgive you, even when you don't deserve it
Just because you're an alcoholic doesn't mean you possess no talents
Compliment everyone

If you drink enough, it doesn't really matter!