Ooops.

A comment left by Steven alerted me to the fact that I hadn't posted since May 9th. So here's this. Hope you enjoyed your Memorial Day and July 4th celebration!

I feel a hay fever a'brewing.

Maybe its just me and my allergic reaction to, well everything (beer, cats, work) but doesn't it seem like allergies are worse this year than others in the past? I blame Bush, but I digress. While sniffling and rubbing my eyes until they are red and swollen I came across this article, the 10 worst cities for allergy suffers.

And luck for me not a single one of these cities are on my must-visit-before-I-die list. Heavy sigh (and a little wheezing).

And finally a shout out to my sista, Dana, who had a milestone birthday this week for which we surprised the pants off her with a party last night. Gotcha! Happy birthday, biotch.

Did I sleep THAT long?

I'm back, just stepped out for a little air and thought I'd post really quickly before I completely lost my audience. And speaking of completely losing, somehow I completely lost the month of April. Now days it seems like there's never anything to write about in the mist of soooooooooo much to write about. Like...

Tropicana's re-design
The company's brand spanking new packaging was dumped because of public outcry when it was streamlined to a very generic off-brand look. Too bad the public can't outcry about something a little more important and get it changed.

Swine Flu---er, I mean H1N1. My bad.
The pork lobby has convinced the government to stop referring to Swine Flu as anything but H1N1 because us dummies think you can get the flu from eating bacon, when in fact we get heart disease from it.

And finally...
I make as much at my current job as I did when I was an assistant manager. At a Mexican restaurant. In 1989. And my 401K is worth as much as that carton of Tropicana.

New Post!*

I got a shit-load of, well, shit last night at a party because I haven't had a post in forever. So here goes:

Things that are irking me at this moment in time:

Tiresome asshole coworkers. The one in particular who really stomped all over my last nerve this week with her passive aggressive notes has a bizarre habit of licking her lips, especially while talking. This week she got so animated I thought she was going to sprain her tongue. Which would have been sweet.

The lack of parking at the gym, particularly when a yoga class is in session. No available parking on the bottom 3 levels was my clue of a class in progress this morning.

Boring TV at the gym. Why is it required that sports be on all the TVs on weekends? Today there was not a cooking show or Matlock re-run to be seen, just sports (snowboarding grand prix, NCAA basketball---evidently there's a tournament) or pseudo-sports (World Series Poker, golf---which reminds me of my asshole ex). Boring!

Spring-like weather when you know fully well spring-like temperatures won't actually happen here for another two or seven months.

Taxes especially of the "back" variety.

Paint fumes. And painting in general.

Allergies. Especially to paint fumes. And horses. And beer.

Not posting.


*An aside: the "new post" button on my blog dashboard has cobwebs on it. Many pardons.

Forever hitting snooze

The Roommate and I are switching bedrooms because.....well long story, so let's just say for a change of pace. Rufus and I are settling in to our new digs although the big R is having challenges with the change of routine, as is expected with a pooch. We'll get there, no worries.

Our first night in the new boudoir started out pretty uneventful. Set the alarm for 6:00 (7:30 meeting in the morning and it takes a while to get presentable) and then off to bed. Rufus settled in although he slept way on the other side of the bed--usually he's smack up against me. Other than that all was well. The clock reads 6:00 am and the alarm goes off and up I jump out of bed and take my shower. On my second trip to the kitchen for coffee I notice the cable box is reading 245 and I think to myself "I didn't watch channel 245 last night, that's sports, right?". As I pass the stove I see 245 on the control panel and think "I know I didn't watch channel 245 on the oven door" so the only logical step is to check my cell phone. 2:45. AM! As I climb back into bed I wonder how I could have set my clock sooooo wrong and righted the time on my trusty (at least 10 year old) digital alarm clock.

After a while I fell asleep but was soon awaken by the alarm. For a second time I saw that the clock read 6:00 but just to be on the safe I checked the cable box before I got out of bed. It read 4:30. I'm a smart one and realized the alarm clock wasn't working but I wanted to know what was up. I reset the clock and then lay there a few minutes; when the clock read 4:38 I checked checked the time on the cable box. Then I counted the seconds until the time changed to 4:39. It wasn't 60. I got up, set my cell phone and went back to sleep.

Yesterday on my way home from work I stopped at the store and picked up a new alarm clock. After I unwrapped the unit I plugged it in. Instead of reading 12:00 like your everyday clock prior to setting my new one read "1PG8" and it wouldn't let me set the alarm or change the time from 1PG8. I even read the instructions to see if I was doing something wrong but it turns out my many decades of using digital alarm clocks proved I knew what I was doing. That puppy's going back to the store, pronto.

Which leads me to believe that I am meant to sleep in. I was made to be unemployed. Unfortunately I am not. Yet.

Guess what I haven't done yet? That's right, I haven't thought up what to do with House of Suz, both here and the nifty other House of Suz that Buddy Bart set up. But I've been busy, dude. We had our huge launch at the new job and if you live in the Portland metro area you've probably seen the media blitz (hint, think cupcake). I've spent way too much time at my job, and I don't mind telling you I shocked myself yesterday when I realize I am really good at it. Pay still sucks which leaves a bad taste in my mouth come pay day. This is the year we learn to live with mixing the good with the bad, I guess.

But since Bush is almost gone there'll be a little less bad---fingers crossed.

Here's to the new year! May only happiness fall at your feet.