hot as a swampy anus
simile. 1: A term used to describe a room, piece of clothing, or other enclosed space that is uncomfortably hot and stuffy.
"Yeah, well it's hot as a swampy anus in this thing, so I'd appreciate it if you just told me what the hell I'm supposed to do, so I can do it."
Friday, October 5, 2007
Sugar Buzz!!
I am going to start skipping meetings at work. The meetings are not the problem it is the food that is served for each and every meeting.
Staff meetings have coffee, cookies and sometime bagels.
Director level meetings have everything above with the addition of teas, sodas, and a few more sweet items. Brownies and coffee cake things seem to be popular this week.
Lunch meetings are loaded with cakes and multiple meal options except for the sole vegetarian of the group. I load up on salad and avoid the beefy woman smacking on pork chops.
There is the biggie twice per month. The entire leadership group gets together and cover budget items and such. The topics are not nearly as important as the food. Multiple cakes and brownies, quiches, all sorts of cookies and snack foods. People load plates before and after these meetings. I have never seen spreads like this company puts out and the food is excellent!!! I am surprised everyone there is not 500 lbs.
Today was something where everyone was served cake and ice cream. I am not sure the reason, but come 2pm everywhere I looked staff had cake and ice cream. It is so hard to be good when food is everywhere!!
I want to see the budget for food and who is responsible...thank god its not my department!!!
Staff meetings have coffee, cookies and sometime bagels.
Director level meetings have everything above with the addition of teas, sodas, and a few more sweet items. Brownies and coffee cake things seem to be popular this week.
Lunch meetings are loaded with cakes and multiple meal options except for the sole vegetarian of the group. I load up on salad and avoid the beefy woman smacking on pork chops.
There is the biggie twice per month. The entire leadership group gets together and cover budget items and such. The topics are not nearly as important as the food. Multiple cakes and brownies, quiches, all sorts of cookies and snack foods. People load plates before and after these meetings. I have never seen spreads like this company puts out and the food is excellent!!! I am surprised everyone there is not 500 lbs.
Today was something where everyone was served cake and ice cream. I am not sure the reason, but come 2pm everywhere I looked staff had cake and ice cream. It is so hard to be good when food is everywhere!!
I want to see the budget for food and who is responsible...thank god its not my department!!!
Praying for the end!!!
This week has been HELL!!! Monday was not all bad and Tuesday was the whole tire incident and that sort of put me behind for the week. So I have spent most of Wed and Thur catching up and the long hours are catching up with me.
I worked until 8 both nights and did manage to squeeze in a little homework time. I have a huge project due Monday and I am struggling to put it all together.
But today is Friday and I think that I am back on track. My goal is to leave work on time and finish up my project and then enjoy as much of the weekend as possible. Sleep would be welcome about now, but that will have to wait until Sunday.
I worked until 8 both nights and did manage to squeeze in a little homework time. I have a huge project due Monday and I am struggling to put it all together.
But today is Friday and I think that I am back on track. My goal is to leave work on time and finish up my project and then enjoy as much of the weekend as possible. Sleep would be welcome about now, but that will have to wait until Sunday.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
How do they know..
I have been thinking a lot about the whole senator in the restroom lately. It has just made me wonder about how some people are turned on by having sex in unusual places.
Here is what I don't understand. How do you know what is in the next stall? When you go into a restroom stall all you see are feet below the partition. How do you know if those feet belong to someone who is fuckable?
I thought about this yesterday while hubby and I were at dinner. We both dashed into the restroom before our meal. My other half will only use a stall to take a leak, but the urinal is fine with me. Anyway, one stall was occupied so he popped into the vacant one.
I was outside waiting for the slowpoke to join me when the occupant of the stall exited. He was a server at the restaurant and flawless!! Hubby came out and we joked about how he should have been tapping that foot while he was in the stall.
It made me think about how you know if a hottie is in the box next to you? I don't know, maybe those folks who fuck in bathroom stalls don't have high standards on who they do, but if they tap the wrong foot they could end up with grandpa (or a U.S. Senator).
Here is what I don't understand. How do you know what is in the next stall? When you go into a restroom stall all you see are feet below the partition. How do you know if those feet belong to someone who is fuckable?
I thought about this yesterday while hubby and I were at dinner. We both dashed into the restroom before our meal. My other half will only use a stall to take a leak, but the urinal is fine with me. Anyway, one stall was occupied so he popped into the vacant one.
I was outside waiting for the slowpoke to join me when the occupant of the stall exited. He was a server at the restaurant and flawless!! Hubby came out and we joked about how he should have been tapping that foot while he was in the stall.
It made me think about how you know if a hottie is in the box next to you? I don't know, maybe those folks who fuck in bathroom stalls don't have high standards on who they do, but if they tap the wrong foot they could end up with grandpa (or a U.S. Senator).
The inner lesbian
If yesterday had been a fish, I would have thrown it back in the water!
The day started out harmless enough with my morning coffee and Anderson (his nightly show is replayed at 0500). Then I was off for another day of work.
On my way to work I go to pass a truck on the narrow streets of Pittsburgh and the truck swerves over into my lane causing me to swerve to my right. When I swerved to avoid the truck I hit a jutting of the curb with my back tire. Made an awful sound. Then as I drove the next few feet I waited. I just knew the tire was blown, but the ride was still smooth. So I went on.
About 1/2 to my work I have to travel this upward winding road. And on my first turn I heard the noise and could feel the car shake a bit. By then there were no places to pull over. So I crossed my fingers and prayed that I would make it to my parking lot.
I finally made it and then was able to get out to examine the damage. Back tire shredded, but the fender and all were in tact. Years earlier a shredded tire tore up a fender.
So instead of changing the tire then (everyone was arriving for work) I took an early day and changed it before leaving.
I must admit I rather enjoyed changing the tire myself. It somehow made me feel a little manly there for a while (that feeling soon faded). So the flat gave me an excuse to drop the car off for service and do a little shopping for myself.
So with manual labor interrupting my Tuesday I am hoping today things will return to normal.
The day started out harmless enough with my morning coffee and Anderson (his nightly show is replayed at 0500). Then I was off for another day of work.
On my way to work I go to pass a truck on the narrow streets of Pittsburgh and the truck swerves over into my lane causing me to swerve to my right. When I swerved to avoid the truck I hit a jutting of the curb with my back tire. Made an awful sound. Then as I drove the next few feet I waited. I just knew the tire was blown, but the ride was still smooth. So I went on.
About 1/2 to my work I have to travel this upward winding road. And on my first turn I heard the noise and could feel the car shake a bit. By then there were no places to pull over. So I crossed my fingers and prayed that I would make it to my parking lot.
I finally made it and then was able to get out to examine the damage. Back tire shredded, but the fender and all were in tact. Years earlier a shredded tire tore up a fender.
So instead of changing the tire then (everyone was arriving for work) I took an early day and changed it before leaving.
I must admit I rather enjoyed changing the tire myself. It somehow made me feel a little manly there for a while (that feeling soon faded). So the flat gave me an excuse to drop the car off for service and do a little shopping for myself.
So with manual labor interrupting my Tuesday I am hoping today things will return to normal.
Monday, October 1, 2007
It is Just WRONG!!!
Carrot Top!!??!!??!!?? Buff body, but that face..Ugghhh!!! Definitely a double bagger!!!!!
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