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  1. viv

    testicles on the menu

    By viv,

    Hey howdy hey~
     
    Lots of random crap to talk about here...
     
    1. So I had to work a crappy ass shift at work today, but the upside to that was that Rich came and took me out to lunch on my break. We end up at Taco Bell/Pizza Hut to appease the children arguing in the back seat... shrugs indifferently So, we are at Taco Bell and we have just gotten our food and are starting to eat when the couple behind us at the next table start fighting This was not just some quiet discussion, but basically the guy is pissed at the girl because she got something, I think sauce, on him, his arm, and his shirt and she won't apologize to him. She is yelling at this poor guy saying stuff like 'I swear if you say anything else to me I will get up and kick your ass!' and 'You think I'm kidding? Just try it then' By this point I'm pissed! I mean this is MY lunch break and my family has come to spend it with me since I have to be stuck at work all day, and now this b***h is gonna get all psycho and ruin it! So I say to Rich that we are moving to another table... like NOW! This girl was being so ridiculous and I was tired of hearing it, but the reason we moved was that my kids were there and I didn't want them hearing all the bullshit she was saying. Rich is asking me why this guy is sticking around for her crap and even went as far as to say 'It... meaning sex can't be that good!' So I make some big show out of it... I stand up and grab my food and walk to another table and then go back and get my sons' and tell him to come with me and Rich and my daughter follow along too. By this time the guy is packing up food in a bag to leave and I point it out to Rich. He says "I didn't know that testicles were on the menu" He thought the guy was taking his food and was going to leave that crazy chick there. As if! Please, this poor guy ends up practically begging this girl to leave with him, he is holding the door open for her and she just sucks!... I will never understand girls like that!
     
    2. I put up chapter 4 of my story yesterday at http://www.geocities.com/matpazcas/ in the stories section. I am... officially honored that Matt has asked me to post it there. I want to tell you all, that not only is he an amazing author, but he is an intelligent, caring, man... not to mention f**kin HOT! But besides ALL of those things he is my friend too, and for that I am one lucky girl....
     
    3. Yesterday at work I ended up in the MOST stupid conversation with a guy I work with. He is a nice guy usually, I haven't ever seen him be anything else really. So it started because my son came home from preschool the other day telling me that he is a boyfriend. Well, I thought that was too cute, and too funny since he doesn't even know what a boyfriend is and is most likely just repeating something someone else said. So, I'm telling this guy, 'H' about what my son said and how I asked my son since he is a boyfriend if he has a girlfriend? Of course in true little boy fashion he said NO! to that, hehehehe. So H ends up asking me if I would care if my son ended up gay, his words, not mine. So I quickly say NO! I would love him just the same, and I would too! Somehow the conversation ends up on gay men wanting kids. Well, H is married and has one little girl so I'm sure he knows what he's talking about :wacko: when he says that he's pretty sure that gay men wouldn't want to have kids. So I tell him that I know a few who would. H asks if they will adopt or what and I say yeah or find a surrogate... Then H tells me that if these guys want kids so bad why did they choose to be gay So I ask H if he really thinks that people choose to be gay and he says yeah we all choose. I'm a bit ticked by this point but I press on in the name of educating ignorant idiots and cause there are lots of people I love who are affected by this kind of crap, not to mention that it's just the right thing to do. So I ask H if he thinks that my friend would be just as happy if he 'chose' to be with a woman and he says I don't know... well no shit! That was obvious a LONG time ago, but then goes on to tell me how being gay is pretty widely accepted now, like it's some passing trend or fad... Ugh!
     
    4. I have this cough... not just a cough, but more of a wheezing, hacking, gurgling, non productive, annoying cough that just won't go away. How did I get it you ask? Well... I have this adorable little guy who says I'm his whole world who loves me so much that he has to kiss me and lay on my pillow and drink out of my glass and so there you have it! Meanwhile, I don't feel at all sick, but the cough is just lingering and I don't like it one bit!
     
    Serious hugs for my sweetie... and thanks to all of you who have taken the time to mention how much you are loving my story and for all those who are helping me, thanks.
     
    Love Ya! Viv
  2. viv
    Hola amigos!
     
    So I just got home from work and let me tell you what I noticed today... I worked the opening shift as a cashier today, not my normal job, but it's a long story... anyway here it is...
     
    It is unvbelievable how much alcohol I sold this morning. From a little old lady buying a six pack of beer to the guy buying his vodka, I was in awe. I mean I guess it doesn't necesarily mean that they were going to drink it right then, but wow. Seriously, I would venture to say that 1 in every 5 customers this morning bought some type of liquor.
     
    Which brings me to my next story... This guy in a shirt and tie comes to my checkstand and he is buying a 24 pack of Corona and some limes and he asks me for a bottle of Hornitos tequila from where it is locked up. So I turn and ask the bagger girl, who incedentally is older than me, and ask her to get me a bottle of Hornitos. But, I didn't use my proper Spanish pronounciation and then she and the customer started teasing me about being a white girl... So I said to the guy, in classic Viv style (which means really flirty) that I won't even tell you what I really do know how to say in Spanish... Well, of course he makes me tell him anyway
     
    So I said, "Me gustaria quitarse sus calcones con mis dientes." The guy laughed so hard and turned about twelve different shades of red, it was classic! So then the girl comes back with his tequila and sees him laughing and wants to know what I said to him. I tell her 'no way' and he says that he will have to use that phrase tonight. So as he is walking out the door I am shouting after him, "Make sure you tell them a white girl taught it to you!"
     
    For those of you who need a translation, it means 'I would like to take your underwear off with my teeth!'
     
    Aside from that I noticed grown men carrying those ridiculous velcro wallets I mean why would you really? How is that at all impressive?
     
    Anyway, as for the next chapter... I hope to have it finished by tomorrow. I have been a LOT preoccupied worrying about Davey and his family so... Thanks for being so patient to all my guys!
     
    Hugs, Viv
     
    PS. I have a new chat buddy and while I know it's not really his thing, I am lovin' it! He's a really great guy and I'm glad I'm getting to know him better... finally
  3. viv
    So, cute hubby Rich just walked in here to tell me that the mayo he insisted on buying at Costco SUCKS!!!! It just officially went in the trash, GREAT WAY to SAVE!!
     
    Okay, so on another note.... I am so... proud of myself I guess. See, I got this email from a guy who read my story, and this is what it said:
     
    wow....... um i normally don't do this, well of course i normally dont get into a story like i felt absorbed into your. with one exception. Comicality.......
     
    From the first paragraph to the last i really got sucked into this one. Just very well thought out, and very well wrote.
     
    thank you and i look forward to reading the next chapter. It is so refreshsing to read a story where the author takes enough time to develop it.
     
    So I guess I should tell you that the first stories I ever read were Comicality's and I think he is awesome. I have read every story he has up except the scary vampire one, cause Vivian doesn't do scary!! Anyway, so to be compared to him is... WOW!
     
    Well, besides all that, I have to work today, later and I am usually off on Sundays so...
     
    I should have chapter 3 posted sometime later this week for those of you who are interested...
     
    Hugs to you all,
    Vivian
  4. viv

    he peed on me!

    By viv,

    Okay, where should I even start? I guess the beginning would be a good place
     
    Well, Rich and I were laying in bed last night around 11:30 pm after we had anyway, my son walked into my room. My room is right next to the bathroom. He is just 4 and soooooo cute... but I digress, anyway I was laying on Rich's side of the bed instead of my own, and my son walked over to where I was and pulled his pants down and started peeing!! I pull the blankets up to shield myself from said pee, and Rich is saying "What are you doing?" Poor baby, my son has been sick and I gave him some medicine before bed so he would stop coughing and possibly help him to be able to breathe. I don't know if he was just confused and went into the wrong room, or if he was so medicated that he didn't know what he was doing, but he peed on me! :wacko: Anyway, Rich gets him back to bed and then we change the sheets and go to sleep. In the morning when he walked, my son said, "Mom, that's not your blanket..."
     
    Well, yeah! Cause you peed on mine. Bless his heart, he has absolutely no recollection of the whole thing...
     
    On to work! So, I think that last time I mentioned the girl I don't like too much and how I told her, nicely of course, to get her shit together... Anyway, I decided that my best plan of action here was to just go and talk to 'my way too cute for his own good or mine' boss about the whole thing, so I did. Well, after I basically told him how she was being uncooperative and useless, he said that she isn't exactly the most personable person. "Ya think!" :wacko: were my exact words to him. Then he told me that he would take care of everything and that I shouldn't worry. Yay!!
     
    I think I was chatting to Ben today when I told him that I would wait and talk to him in person instead of call him on the phone like I had originally planned to, because I do my best flirting in person I guess it worked, hehehehe! Before we had this talk though, I had to go back into a small storage area we have to look for something for a customer. I went in and turned on the lights. He walked out of his office which is right there and looked over at me and then shut the lights off, because he is always telling everyone to shut off the lights when they aren't needed. I could still see fine because the rest of the light in the store was bright enough. So I look over at 'my way too cute for his own good or mine' boss and said, "As much fun as it would be to be in the dark with you..." What is that phrase? 'Game, set, match' Mmm hmm, that's the one
     
    Okay, well besides all that I think that I am really loving writing this story! I was telling Rich last night that when I reread what I wrote previously, I am shocked that I wrote it. Lil' old me!
     
    As for an update on the hockey players and the locker room he apparently was given that post because they thought that since he was a bit older and married that he would be less likely to accept sexual favors from fans in exchange for letting them in or perhaps introducing them. Hmmmmm... And as for Sir Elton John :sword: it was an all too brief encounter because his job was to literally run out to the limo, in a circle of men that surrounded him, because he doesn't stay in the arena after the show at all. Diva? I think SO!
     
    Let's see, oh yes, one more thing. At work I was checking out customers today, as in they bring their groceries to my checksatnd and I ring up their purchase, etc. Anyway this guy comes into my line and he is about 16 I'd say, and he is buying condoms. You know the ones hidden behind the bread and the magazine he apparently also needed and the kid wouldn't even take off his sunglasses inside the store. So I go into this whole speech with a courtesy clerk kid about the same age after this customer left about how if you can't buy condoms without being embarrased about it then maybe you shouldn't be having sex in the first place, and then he tells me how he isn't embarrased at all and then just proved to me what kind of a jerk he really is by telling me some story about how some gay kid at his high school told his exgirlfriend that he doesn't care for said jerk and that said jerk thinks he is the shit, as in way too cool. So he decides to get the kid back after hearing this hearsay gossip by embarrasing him in the locker room after PE! He said that he told everyone else to watch what was going on and then when they were changing clothes he said, "Hey everyone, look at my d**k!" and of course gay kid turned around to look and of course everyone else saw him look and laughed at him. Well, I told said jerk that his behavior was sooooooo wrong and that he was sooooooo mean and that I expected more from him Did I say he was a jerk yet? Mmm hmm, he is! Oh, and a loser too
     
    Anyway, that's more than enough for now :wacko:
    Hugs, Vivian
  5. viv

    umm, so... yeah

    By viv,

    What a day! and It's only 3:00...
     
    Lemme see here, it all started when I was awakened by my alarm clock at 1:30 am for work! I know that is an insane time to start my day, but it fits my schedule well, so I do it. Anyway, I start work at 3:00 am and it is a long day... retail and holidays together make for a really busy time at work. Anyway, I managed to break 3 nails today at work, and I don't even have long nails. I'm not one of those girly girls who whines when her nail breaks, but three in one day on the same hand and I have a wound! Have you ever been poked underneath your fingernail so hard that you bleed?? Well, that would be my wound, creating a painful reminder each time I am typing...
     
    After work, I rush around town trying to get home in time to have lunch with Rich, and then rush out again to my parent teacher conference for first trimester report cards. My daughter is in the fifth grade, and is a pubescent ball of attitude and hormonal mood swings already! :wacko: However, that is not the point of this story... the point is this... as we were leaving the conference we see the boy she has the major crush on... and as we are getting in the car to drive home she said... "Mrs. Bravo, that sounds good" :wacko: I'm not sure which one of these here smilies best represents what I felt after hearing that come out of my ten year olds mouth, but maybe ALL of them sum it up.
     
    Also, while I was at work, I was forced to deal with this girl that I don't particularly care much for... she is just selfish and fake, and I hate that, but I am nice anyway. Problem is, that she sucks at her job and my boss keeps giving me her duties to do on top of all of my own and I'll just say that I can run circles around this chick, but she pissed me off today so I sorta... kinda... tactfully told her that she should learn to communicate better. Whatever!
     
    On the upside, I have started the next chapter of From Behind Those Eyes and I'm really excited about where the story is going. Thank you guys so much for all the nice words and encouragement, it means alot to me... I really like hearing what you all think of it so far!
     
    Hugs, Viv
  6. viv

    Survey says...

    By viv,

    Okay, here is another one... I don't know why, but I find these things so intruiging, just giving someone the chance to answer about themselves and not being forced to choose an answer that only partially applies to them, like when you are given choices 'a' through 'd' and some sound a little like you but none are really accurate either.
     
    Anyway, have fun, I did
     
    TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
     
    Name: Vivian, Viv, Vivy (to Jon), Vivian! (to Joey!), Sweetie (to Davey), Hun (to Chris), Sugar (to Matt, sometimes), and Honey (to Rich) Ace (my camp name, you can't imagine how tired you can get of hearing your own name until you have spent 3 days witha bunch of 9 year old girls) Yikes, I almost forgot Mooooooooooooom!!!, hehehe
     
    Birthday: June 20th, 1977
     
    Eye Color: Hazel green, brown
     
    Hair Color: Dark auburn brown
     
    Height: 5'3"
     
    Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
     
    Your Heritage: Italian, German, Irish, Romanian...
     
    The Shoes You Wore Today: Flip flops and loafers for work
     
    Your Weakness: People who ask me for things cause I have this tendency to not know how to say no.
     
    Your Fears: I guess I'll go with death, but really it is not being here to see my kids and their kids, etc.
     
    Your Perfect Pizza: Any kind with extra cheese and veggies, yumm
     
    Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Take some time for myself, I think I am getting better at it slowly.
     
    Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: hehehehehe
     
    Thoughts First Waking Up: I'm cold... brrrr
     
    Your Best Physical Feature: Hmmm, I guess I'll go with my.... Crap I don't know, you tell me!
     
    Your Bedtime: After the kids go to bed and
     
    Pepsi or Coke: Coke but I really perfer water to be honest.
     
    Do you Smoke: NO!
     
    Do you Swear: Mmm hmmm, but I'm cute so I can get away with it
     
    Do you Sing: Yes! I am so that crazy chick in her car next to you singing!
     
    Do you belive in yourself: Yes, but I also know my limits.
     
    Do you think you are Attractive: I have my good points just like everyone does, I dunno really...
     
    Are you a Health Freak: No, but I am trying to be healthy.
     
    Do you play an Instrument: No
     
    Ever been called a Tease: Only playfully by Rich...
     
    What country would you most like to Visit: Italy definately! and I have been seeing some great pictures of Scotland lately
     
    Number of CDs I own: Less than 50, I don't know exactly
     
    Number of Piercings: 4 - 2 in each ear, but I only wear one pair of earrings so...
     
    Number of Tattoos: 0
     
    Saying that Bothers You: Six of one, half a dozen of the other... supposed to mean the same thing but how can some of one thing and some of a whole other thing be the same thing????
     
    Okay that's all folks...
     
    As for an update I think I will try and send in the next chapter tonight so that it should hopefully be up by tomorow... but I won't be able to until late so it may be Thursday before it actually is up for you to read...
     
    Thanks for all the kind words guys! It means a lot to me, really...
     
    Hugs, Viv
  7. viv
    Okay, so my day started early as usual, and when I say early I mean 1:30 am, which is when I get up for work, ugh. Anyway I went to check my schedule for next week, which is the same every week anyway, same days and shifts for over a year now, and it is all screwed up for next week. I'm not scheduled to do the job I always do and so I immediately look to see who is scheduled instead... anyway I figure I'll wait and ask the girl I work with when she finally rolls out of bed and joins me at 6:00 am.
     
    So when she finally shows up and I have been wondering and worrying , not really sure why except that no one said anything to me about making any changes, I ask her what the deal is with my schedule for next week. Now I am her backup or assistant although we basically do the same job, and she tells me she has no idea what's up and that she hasn't seen the schedule. She tells me that my 'way too cute for his own good or mine' boss said she was supposed to train this other girl. So I'm thinking...hmmmmmmmm??
     
    So she walks off giving me absolutely no useful information and I am left still wondering what the f**k is going on and decide that when my 'way too cute for his own good or mine' boss comes in at 8:00 am that I will ask him exactly that! We kind of have this fun, friendly, flirty, joking relationship so no worries about the language, anyway, I figure that attacking him when he walks in the door or just camping out in his office is not the way to go here so I just have to get my control freak self to chill out and wait till I run into him on the sales floor. It happens every other day so I know it will eventually. :wacko:
     
    So when I do finally run into him I go up and this is the conversation that took place:
     
    Viv: Umm, can we have a little talk about my schedule next week? (big smiles and shameless flirting of course)
     
    Boss: Why didn't you apply for any of the scan coordinator openings?
     
    Viv: (not the response I was expecting):blink:I don't think I'm ready yet.
     
    Boss: Yeah you are, you know more than the girl from my last store.
     
    Viv: But I don't know everything yet.
     
    Boss: You'll be fine, besides I already talked to Cindy (lady in charge of this department for our region) and you are filling out the bid form today.
     
    Viv: Uh, oh... well what store is it for? (don't really want to transfer away from all the friends I have, but I am currently at my 7th store already so...)
     
    Boss: I don't know but don't worry, they won't put you too far from home.
     
    Then I get home from work and Rich made me some lunch! Yay, and then I took a nap , followed by the great sex , and then I got up and checked my blog here and saw all your great messages and I checked my email and I had 9 fan mails from readers of my story! Also Tony is home visiting from college this weekend so I got to hang with him a little although most of his time is spent visiting friends or the girlfriend, but I understand.
     
    Okay now the story update... I have the next chapter done already, cause I knew people would be as demanding as I am and it will be up maybe by Tuesday or Wednesday, depending how much writing I get done this tomorrow.
  8. viv

    the BIG news! yay...

    By viv,

    Okay, so some of you may remember me previously thanking certain people for their help on this 'thing' I was working on...
     
    I will say today, for the record that I am writing a story... Yay! (I hope anyway)
     
    I will be posting it on www.nifty.org sometime this week for anyone who is interested in reading it. It's called 'From Behind Those Eyes' and will most likely be in the High School section. I have heard it's good but then again, the guys who are telling me that know I WILL kick some ass if they aren't nice to me, and or kinda really like me so I guess I will leave it up to you to decide for yourselves.
     
    This is my first real attempt at writing something of my own after editing and proofing for some other great authors, so beware, it might really suck although I hope not, I really have tried to make it good and easy to read... and don't forget HOT! hehehe
     
    Anyway, on to the public thank you portion of the blog...
     
    I guess I will start with Matthew PazCastillo I know he will hate this and deny any involvement, hehehe, but he is the one who talked me into trying to write a story in the first place. He has been my mentor, advisor, motivator, and definately friend, so to Matty, I say thank you so much!
     
    On to my two little brothers, Davey and Chris... What can I say really? Davey has saved my ass on this soooooo many times I can't even count and he and Chris shared a very personal story with me to help me 'research' I guess I'll call it. Countless hours of reading proofs and planning, plotting, and collaborating together... thanks guys, I love you both so much!! (One for each of you)
     
    Okay, now on to the peanut gallery just kidding, you guys have helped so much by encouraging me and telling me how great the story is and demanding more :wacko: hehehe
     
    Joey! for his vocabulary and thesaurus skills.
    Drew for his companionship and being the guy I bounce stuff off of.
    Jon for never acknowledging my shameless flirting, it's in my nature, I can't help it
    Jared for appreciating muscles, who doesn't?
    Will for actually being able to shock me, and that takes a lot.
    Mike for your well thought out comments, I really appreciate your time.
    Jules for just being you...
     
    Let me see, did I miss anyone here? I think YES! I should thank Rich for sharing the computer with me, even if it was by force most of the time I love you honey!!
     
    Anyway, enough sappy stuff! Please enjoy the story and let me know what you think.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
     
    PS. Joey is so the man right now!! I have just heard back from nifty and it should be up tomorrow in the high school section, thanks to Joey, who in case you didn't hear... is the man!
  9. viv
    Okay, so let me just start by saying that I have just finished eating a bag of yummy cheese popcorn for breakfast
     
    So yesterday was Sunday and I usually try to go grocery shopping on Sundays because even though I work in the grocery store when I get off work, no one is here to help carry in all the groceries I just spent an hour shopping for, so I wait and get help on when they are home, even if it means I am there on my day off!
     
    Well, Rich has 'decided' that it would be 'better' and 'cheaper' if we tried shopping at Costco. It is some big warehouse place where you buy items in bulk quantities for a cheaper price. Anyway you have to be a member to shop there so after he finds us the parking space the furthest possible place from the door, and looks over at me blushing, and says "What?" I take that opportunity to ask him if they provide a shuttle service to the door... anyway we get inside and we have to fill out the membership form and pay $45 to join and then the guy says we have to take our pictures to go on the back of rhe membership cards...
     
    We begin the shopping... and my daughter, the drama queen, but oh so sweet, is in tears saying how she wants to go back to Albertsons, and it's not going to be her fault if we get lost in here cause we don't know where anything is in this big ass place, and I think she can tell I'm pissed, but I have reconciled myself to the fact that we have to try it so that he can figure out how this plan just sucks... and she keeps asking me if I'm okay and if I'm mad... obvious I guess, but we press on...
     
    So after we make our way around the humongous place once and I have picked up some items on my list, I say, "Okay, I think we're done here," and Rich makes this face at me like... you have got to be kidding me... and then the argument ensues... or angered discussion I guess I'll call it cause we weren't yelling or anything, I mean come on, what kind of person do you take me for? Anyway, I try to calmly point out how it isn't cheaper to buy 12 tomatoes for $7 if you will only use 2 by the time they go bad and you have to throw them out and how it doesn't make sense to me to buy 4 containers of orange juice which you have to keep refridgerated when we won't have room for anything else then.
     
    He says he really wants us to try to get all the stuff on the list from there, even if that means we have to try a different brand than we are used to, and then I tell him that I refuse to buy my produce there for the above mentioned reason and that where will we put the gallon sized jar of mayo? I mean really, come on now, who needs that much mayo? Plus by the time you put the four containers of orange juice and the two minimum gallons of milk and then the gallon of mayo, where else will we put anything in the fridge? And we have a BIG fridge!
     
    So he proceeds to drag us around AGAIN on the second lap to go over the list AGAIN... sigh. By this time I am... way pissed, putting it nicely, but I am being cool about it cause I know this is how he works... and I think I better let him try to be in control once in a while... anyway, we leave there spending $200 on top of the $45 membership fee, and then still have to go to the regular grocery store anyway to get the things this place didn't have or I refused to budge on, like produce. Spent $85 more dollars there and then got home and carried all the crap inside and put it away before I make dinner. We finally sit down to eat at like 8:10 pm... and then have to rush to get the kids ready for school and in bed.
     
    Anyway, all this and I forgot to mention the little old sample lady rapping about her seven layer bean dip that she was sampling
     
    And to top it all off... he called me picky and stubborn and a sabatuer of his great plan!
     
    Mm hmm that is what I said... SABATUER!!!, as if! Hmph... anyway so the one good thing that came of the whole trip was when I picked up the colossal bag of cheese popcorn bags and said "If we have to be here, I am at least getting cheese popcorn!" So, hence the cheese popcorn for breakfast... but crap I would rather starve than have to go through that ever again... but wait, sigh, we are MEMBERS now! Crap!!!
     
    Deep breaths now, I have a colossal bag of super yummy cheese popcorn to get me through this, hehehe
     
    Hugs, Viv
  10. viv
    Well, what an utterly exhausting and annoying day I had, well only a few parts of it, but still....
     
    So I had to be at work at 3 am again for the third day in a row, just like every week, so I am used to being completely delerious by Saturday, but today in particular, I had to take my kids to a birthday party after I finished my 8 hour shift. I couldn't say no, I mean this girl and my daughter have been friends since preschool so for about 8 years now.
     
    Anyway, the mom, who drives me absolutely crazy, which is really hard to do by the way, tells me to be there at noon so I take a change of clothes to work with me and change before driving over to the place to meet Rich who is bringing the kids from home. I get there and she isn't there yet, and then doesn't show up for another 35 minutes as we sit there waiting... so when she finally does grace us with her presence, she is pissed because she has told the place where she was having the party at that she did not need balloons or plates or anything because she had already bought a bunch of stuff. She is yelling at her daughter, and mine, YELLING! to have them clear the plates and cups that the place had set up so she can decorate the one really long table that is reserved for her party.
     
    Now I have complained before to Rich about this lady and he always tells me to just be nice... shocking really cause I am ALWAYS nice, even if I don't like you.... anyway I should interject at this point that I am a total control freak. I usually end up in the middle of whatever is going on at the moment because people are so disorganized and I can just do so much better so I guess I feel it is my duty to do it. In fact I think people actually expect it from me now which brings me to the next part of the story.
     
    So I am just sitting there, watching her freak out and YELL at MY kid to help her, and Rich is watching me and can tell that the wheels in my head are turning and he is laughing, wondering how long it is gonna take me to get up and kick some ass and take over. I see him laughing and then decide to keep my ass firmly planted on the bench it's currently on because it's not my party, I'm exhausted and I don't know how much more I can actually handle from her at the moment, and I hate it when he thinks he knows me so well.
     
    Well that lasted like a minute... maybe, because then the waiter guy showed up who was supposed to host the party or whatever and she freaked out at him and that was it. He was looking at me like HELP! So I get up and go into Viv mode and in like two minutes the tableclothes were on with her placemats and plates and napkins and cups, each place setting identical. Well, she put Rich to work assembling goodie bags for the kids and then I laughed at him cause he won't say no, no matter how bad he wants to. Anyway, now me and the waiter guy are having unspoken conversations because this lady is a total freak...
     
    So Rich is about to take my son to go play in the arcade when she stops him and asks him to please hang up some streamers, which he has been avoiding thus far. I laugh again, and then decide I had better help him since I am sure he has no idea what he is doing. Well he hangs the middle up for me, since I am just so short and then I send him off to play in the arcade. Well some lady at the next table asks me if I have made the glass snowmen she has put all over the table and I laugh because they are all obviously (at least to me) store bought but I ask her why she thought that, did she think I seemed like the crafty type... cause I am, but I just wondered and then another lady yelled at me to stop making her look bad with all the decorations and my only defense was "It's not even my party!"
     
    So then we eat, and the kids go off to play and ride rides. I am dwindling down at this point and so ready to go home, but we can't yet because we still have to have cake and sing and open presents, etc. Long story already, but she can tell I want to go now and knows I am tired and that I have already worked today, so she starts offering to let my daughter stay and that she will drive her home later. Well, and let me make this perfectly clear when I tell you this, the words 'NOT EVEN OVER MY DEAD BODY" don't begin to cover it and I'll tell you why. She is a drunk, and Rich even said when we got there that he could smell the alcohol on her... think I am letting my kid get in a car with her ever? Nuh uh!
     
    So my daughter starts getting an attitude, like 10 year olds do , so I have to drag her little behind off away from everyone to tell her, which up until this point I have kept a secret because she didn't really need to know, that this mom has a drinking problem and that it would be so unsafe for her to be in a car with that mom driving. I make her swear and promise not to repeat what I have just told her, even to her friend who's mom this is, especially her.
     
    Anyway, I am now so tired and frustrated and pissed that I have had to be put into that situation in the first place that I really need to go, but it's time for cake now so I wait. What a mistake! I watched as we sang Happy Birthday and then they sang the Spanish version as well because that is her culture right before her mom shoves her face into the cake! Then proceeds to serve that same cake to the guests! I was so out of there! I left Rich and the kids there and came straight home. He followed like 45 minutes later after the presents had been opened and more rides had been riden.
     
    Aside from that, and yes there is more, an old guy hit on me today... well not really old, but old for me, probably like 45. Anyway I am the scan coordinator at the store I work in so I am reaponsible for scan accuracy at the register when you purchase something. So I was doing an audit of the store, checking for expired sale tags. If I find an expired tag I pull it off the shelf and then I stick it on my sweater sleeve until I can put them onto a piece of paper at end, keeping them separated by department, so I effectively have them stuck to me in groups. Anyway, so the weird guy passes me on an aisle and says, "Selling yourself pretty cheap there aren't you?" So I give him a look that says I know you didn't just f**kin say that to me. He is so lucky, in my delerious and exhausted state that I didn't actually say anything out loud.... So he goes on to try and explain with a huge ass foot in his mouth how he said that because I have price tags all over me, as if I didn't understand why he had said what he said. So my only response was, "Well, I have so many (tags on me) it just depends what you want." I walked away! LOSER! Hehehehe
     
    So I have the next two days off, and thank goodness, cause I will definately need that long to recover from all this! The project is coming along nicely and should be reasy for it's unveiling in about 2-3 weeks I'd say. Thanks to my motivator, who recently told me he was proud, yes I said PROUD of me!! SO excited about that! And to my partner in crime here, my collaborative partner, no words will ever be enough sweetie!
     
    Love you all, MWAH!
    Viv
  11. viv

    pride! and thank you's...

    By viv,

    Wow, so where to start?
     
    Well, I got an email from my little brother who went off to college today. It made me smile, alot! Here is an excerpt:
     
    Hey there brother. Hello there sister. Just thought I'd drop in and say hello. Plus, I thought I'd give you an update on my schooling. I don't have very many set grades yet but I just got my first math test back (we took it yesterday) and it had 7 questions worth 10 points each (with different values for the different parts of the question). I got a 68 out of 70. Also, I have turned in all my homework assignments and only one fo them was somewhat incomplete. I still got 3/10 on it though and all of my other homeworks are 7, 8, 9, or 10's. He gave us a course grade but it is not "damning," he just took 25% of our homework and 75% of our test and made a grade. He said I would have an A+ right now with everything I've done. I also got back my first CORE assignment regarding the age of the universe and the mass of the black hole at the center of our galaxy. He actually used my homework in the answer key he handed out to explain the right answer and when I got mine back it said "Solid!" on it... I assume that was full credit as well. I just wrote an essay for that class and I have another quantitative assignment due Wednesday. Writing has been fairly simple as all we have had to turn in so far was a rough draft for an essay. My computer science engineering class is by far my favorite, although it is difficult at times to grasp either the logic of the code or simply the syntax. We are programming in Java and it's a "strongly-typed" language. Whatever that means... I just thought you might be curious to know I'm kicking ass and not looking back.
     
    Love always,
    Your little bro
     
    So yay for him! I'm actually glowing with pride just now!
     
    I want to say thanks to a few people who have been instrumental in something I am trying to do, I appreciate it more than I can say. Your kind words and insight are priceless and irreplaceable. So to Davey and Chris for the long nights of endless reading and for opening your hearts and your lives to me, to Joey for help with the adjectives, to Drew for his amazing intellect and humor, to Will for being amongst the first to compliment me, to Jon for finally fitting me into his busy schedule, and to Matt, who has inspired, taught, pushed (politely of course), and motivated me to do this from the beginning. I don't think I would have gotten very far without all of you, I am in your debt.
     
    Love, Vivian
  12. viv
    You Don’t Even Need a Ticket, Just Clap


     
    It’s been said that great things come in small packages, and the moment I walked into Hotel Café in Los Angeles, I knew that truer words haven’t been spoken. The intimate venue and stage only serves to showcase just how much that applies to the man standing in the center of it. It will never stop being surprising how such a big sound and a contagious energy can come from someone so small.
     
    When you first see Patrick Stump, a few things run through your mind. Yeah, he’s pretty tiny, has honest eyes, likes his pockets, and is mostly adorable, but then he jumps on stage and opens his mouth and starts dancing, and you struggle momentarily to balance the two in your head before you’re swept away by the sound and strength and soul that comes from him and his band consisting of newcomer guitarist, Michael Day, Matt Rubano, former Taking Back Sunday member and longtime friend of Patrick’s playing bass, Casey Benjamin and his fantastic hair on keyboards, saxophone, and synthesizer, and Skoota Warner banging the drums.
     
    The show included special guest artists, Alph-a-Bit, rapping on “Porcelain”, and 'D.A.' Wallach, of Chester French, singing part of “Big Hype”. Patrick played the trumpet, and when the batteries died on his pedal, we learned that Patrick can play his guitar solo with his mouth just as well as he can with his guitar. Patrick covered “If You Think You’re Lonely Now” and “Mrs. Jones” on the keyboard while the band took a small break, and then, if you weren’t dancing yet, you couldn’t help but dance along with Patrick, Michael, and Matt when they showed off their moves during “Cryptozoology”.
     
    Patrick avoided the cliché moves most bands make, showing how genuine he and his love for what he does is, and just played a lot of songs for the second time that night, rockin’ the stage and the crowd as well as his suit, complete with bowtie, and rad boots. The show ended with ‘Explode’, a song from his upcoming album, Soul Punk, being released later this year, where Patrick sang, “Clap if you got a ticket to the end of the world”, and then more true to his nature, proclaimed to the audience, “You don’t even need a ticket, just clap”.
     
    And they did.
     
    When Patrick leaves the stage, his heart and soul remain there, a reminder to everyone just how much of himself he put into the show, and his energy is left to soak into the crowd. The band hangs out to visit with the crowd, many reuniting with friends in LA, and with the amount of collective musical talent that they have, it’s a pleasant surprise how humble and thankful they are. A while later, Patrick emerges, hands in his pockets, endearing and polite, to happily talk to fans, patiently pose for photos, and sign autographs.
     
    You can catch up with Patrick, find out upcoming tour dates, follow him on twitter, and find out where to buy his EP, Truant Wave, if you haven’t already, here at his site http://www.patrickstump.com/ .
  13. viv
    You take my breath away and then ask if I’m okay,
    Neat trick, to feel amazing while you’re suffocating.
    My heart’s beating out of my chest and my head goes black,
    And the thing is, I wouldn’t ever give these moments back.
    There’s something scary about feeling so alive,
    And considering the alternative, I’ll survive.
     
    For every night and every right, for our daydreams in the sunlight,
    For every wrong and every song, I knew it was you all along,
    Cause these days and minutes are the ones we’ll remember all our lives,
    And every sunset and sunrise make me glad that I’m still by your side.
    I’ll give you every breath… until I have nothing left.
    Whoaa, whoa.
     
    You filled me with hope, led me to a slippery slope,
    Took a step and went sliding, worlds colliding.
    When you give so much of yourself, your everything,
    Sometimes you wonder if you’ll be left with anything.
    I just need a minute, or possibly forever,
    To figure it all out and get my head together.
     
    For every day in every way, for all the little things you say,
    For every smile and every trial, knowing it’ll all be worthwhile,
    Cause these days and minutes are the ones we’ll remember all our lives,
    And every sunset and sunrise make me glad that I’m still by your side.
    I’ll give you every breath… until I have nothing left.
    Whoaa, whoa.
     
    You taught me about music, taught me not to lose it,
    Even when things get rough or when times are tough.
    This song of life sometimes sounds like it’s out of tune,
    But if you keep your head up, things will get better soon.
    You can live like a rock star, it’s a wild ride,
    And sometimes the best songs are found on the b-side.
  14. viv
    It hits me at the strangest times,
    Like a punch in the gut or a paper cut.
    Sometimes it’s swift, makes me feel like I don’t know how to breathe,
    Other times it stings, little flashes of the past.
    A minute or a lifetime, but it’s one thing I can count on…
    Now that you’re gone.
     
    Days pass until they add up to forever,
    And no matter what I try, I miss you more than ever.
    ‘Cause you’re a part of me, of who I am,
    And living this life without you
    Is harder than I can stand
    Even if most days I act like I don’t give a damn.
     
    Heart on my sleeve, feels out of place,
    But it weighs less when it’s not in my chest.
    Everyone can see the truth when it’s written all over my face.
    I’m like a magician with the way I make you think
    I’m alright without you here, but that’s something I can count on…
    Now that you’re gone.
     
    Nights go by with stars to wish on,
    Shades of gray, sketches of things we’re missing being drawn.
    Dreams are the only place to see you, and
    In the morning when dreams are gone
    And I’m here alone again,
    I grab my memories and my heart and try to stand.
  15. viv
    While shopping for the things we needed for our Thanksgiving dinner, I asked the kids if they would prefer Cool Whip in the tub or Reddi Whip in the can for their pie, and after a few seconds of careful consideration, they both say, "spray can," and while I'm just glad they are finally agreeing on something, my daughter says, "that way, I can spray it in my mouth". I replied, "While I appreciate your honesty, I don't think that's going to happen." Instead, what did happen was I ended up wrestling her for the can and she laid on it and then the lid came off and it was spraying on her and the carpet... Awesome.
     
    I'd been cooking since 9 am, making a 24 pound turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, biscuits, candied sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, apple crisp, cranberry sauce, etc., when Tony walks in around noon and asks, "Are you making deviled eggs?" I answer, "I wasn't... but I guess I can," and then when they're finished, I spend fifteen minutes diverting Rich's attention from them before he recruited back-up and ran interference while Tony went in for the score.
     
    We went to see Harry Potter and I sort of understood it, but since I've never read the books and only seen the first two movies, it was marginally confusing. Now I feel I must try and watch the ones in between that I haven't seen, and I would add them to my Netflix, but there's no guarantee I would get them in the right order. Also, that snake had me jumping into Rich's lap and all of them laughing at me. Also, that Dobby character seems like he could be the cousin of Smeagol or Grendel. Anyone?
     
    I might have had a piece of pumpkin spice cake and a tamale for breakfast at work on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Just saying. Then again, Rich may have eaten half a pumpkin pie today, so I think I'm okay.
     
    This is the first time in at least fifteen years that I haven't had to work retail during the holidays and I really don't even know what to do with myself, but ANYTHING else is fine with me. RIch asked me today, while I was in my jammies on the couch reading my book if I was sure I didn't want to go brave the malls with all those people. I'm pretty sure I gave him the 'there is no chance in hell' look. You know the one...
     
    The turkeys were Buy One, Get One Free at the store, so Rich intends to brine and then rotisserie the other, smaller one on his BBQ. Hmmmm.
  16. viv
    I got the new Taking Back Sunday album, Live Form Orensanz, a few days ago, and I've got to tell you, it's so beyond amazing. The strings, the depth of the music, the emotion, it moves me and it is because of this that I've given it control of my iPod and that I'm telling you about it.
     
    Just look!
     
    My Blue Heaven
     

     
    Also, I'm not gonna lie... It was pretty awesome to come home from work yesterday and be able to say to my daughter and her friend, "Ask me who started following me on Twitter today?" and for them to reply in stereo, as only a couple of fourteen year old girls can, "Who started following you on Twitter today?"
     
    "TAKING BACK SUNDAY!" and then my daughter says, "Oh my God, I LOVE Taking Back Sunday!" and to know that I taught her that.
     
    Also, I applied for a spot on a reality show... Crazy, I know. I had to write something to apply, and I'm waiting to find out if I'll get a real interview, but this is what I wrote...
     
    Some might say that I was dealt a bad hand in life, and some days it certainly feels that way, but I know that there are people who are worse off than I will ever be. When I was a kid, I used to think that if you just played the game, followed the pack, that you
  21. viv
    I know... it's been entirely too long. I really do miss you, old friend. I wonder if this is why I haven't been sleeping well, why I'm so exhausted. It could be the getting up before 5 a.m. thing, but I think it's more mental. I NEED a place to dump everything out, sort through it, pick the things I want to hold onto, put them back in an orderly fashion, and then put the rest out there with a sign that says: FREE! PLEASE TAKE!
     
    There are a million stories to tell, things to laugh about, tears to cry... Maybe I'll try to sum up.
     
    Clearly, I have found Boys Like Girls. I have a weird connection to them for a few reasons, but I like their sound and I love their lyrics. I absolutely spent at least a week listening to nothing but Thunder. I can admit it.
     
    Sometimes I wonder if people look at me and think I'm a prude... I find the very idea an oxymoron, but then, I know things they do not. Nevertheless, I'm always amused when people, mostly men, apologize for their behavior and language in my presence. Those of you who KNOW me, know better. If they only knew...
     
    Today, a guy I work with called me his mapquest. This is also hysterical if you know me... I suppose I've been called worse, though. Apparently I'm also the resident Jamba Juice store locator, which is far more fitting of a title.
     
    Saturday was a day of chaos for me, no lie, but my daughter and her group won first place in the tournament they competed in, and everything magically worked out. There is an awesome recording of their performance on my facebook, but not on youtube... WTF?
     
    There was a diorama of fail, as I have aptly named it. Translation, Rich refused to help, even though he's the artist of the family, and in turn, he ended up with a pissed off me, a crying her, and a diorama of fail. What's the moral of the story here? Listen to Nike.
     
    This older guy hit on me the other day at work. It was ridiculous and resulted in him comparing my worth to a TV in Rich's eyes, which resulted in me telling him that I am WAY funner than a TV... But seriously, folks, as I say this, Rich is watching TV, and it is clearly providing him more entertainment than I am.
     
    We watched Daniel Tosh's Comedy Central Special from when he was in Orange County... He's clever and hysterical and just that side of improper. It's definitely worth the watch. Also, I was kidnapped, if that can happen in your own living room, and made to watch The Fantastic Mr. Fox... Kristofferson was my favorite, and I liked that it was ::waves hands:: different.
     
    Work is a ridiculous clusterf**k of changes right now, mostly for the better though, so I'm not going to whine too much. Instead, I'll just hold on tight until the world stops spinning again.
     
    Steve took me to see Valentine's Day. I believe the reasons were tri-fold. He was instigating the cattiness that my daughter possesses over the Taylors. He got to see the guys in the movie again, and every one of them was a nice sight, so I can appreciate this reason. The third, was that he knew I would like it... I think he said it had a 'Viv Aww Moment'. I'll admit, I cried a little, but more interestingly, I had the whole plot figured out, EXCEPT the gay guys... In what world does THAT happen? In my defense, one of them was played by Bradley Cooper.
     
    I have a pajama ninja in my life. It's kind of weird... not gonna lie.
     
    She's in love. She's got the summer blowing through her hair. He's in luck. He's got a fire burning in his eyes. She's alive. She's got him rushing through her veins tonight.
     
    Damn it! I JUST realized that I forgot to buy a paper towel holder for the kitchen... AGAIN! Argh! ::sigh::
     
    I'm reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad. Rich read it, and evidently, it's now my turn. We'll see how that goes. There's definitely a shortage of romance, but it has some interesting concepts.
     
    And now, I'm inching through the tall grass, I'm longing for the breeze. I need to step outside just to see if I can breathe and find a way out. Maybe there's a way out. Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you're unlike any other? Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors. I don't wanna ever love another. So bring on the rain, baby, bring on the pain, and listen to the thunder.
     
    FREE! PLEASE TAKE!!
    Vivian
  22. viv
    So, after much panicking and mayhem and nonsense, Rich and I have come to the same conclusion we had previously been at... Annemarie is NOT ready to have a boyfriend. Now that it's all settled, I feel MUCH better. Thank you to Jeff, Steve, Gregg, and Tony for calming me down while I was temporarilly out of my mind. I love you guys!
     
    Speaking of Gregg... he put his two week notice in at work yesterday and I'm pouting. He's already been instructed that he BETTER come visit me and supply me with hugs.
     
    So, I heard two really messed up stories today at work.
     
    The first was told to me by an older guy I work with who is a checker. Ron was telling me that he had a HELLUVA day yesterday and so I ask him what happened? We have this customer that comes in... she rides one of those motorized scooter things because her legs don't work at all and her arms barely work. Typically she hands us a bag she put her few items in so we can ring them up for her and then she hands us her credit card since she can't even swipe it on her own really. So Ron says that somehow, her shopping bag must have pushed the steering controller forward and her scooter was repeatedly running into the checkstand and by the time he got over there, it was all messed up. Anyway, he helps her and then goes to lunch at Burger King which is eveidently random for him since he almost never goes there. While he's there, he runs into an old friend who is a cop and they're shooting the shit while they wait in line. Ron orders some food and as he's paying realizes that he has some blood on his hand from helping the scooter lady, so he goes into the bathroom to wash his hands and walks in on some 14 year old kid giving a blowjob to some man. He turns around and walks back out and tells his cop friend to go in there and then spent the rest of his lunch break filling out all kinds of statements and reports.
     
    The second story was told to me by another older guy I work with in rebuttal to my freak out story about Annemarie. So this guy is a really nice, friendly, sweet man and I really like talking to him. He tells me that his daughter who is 18 came to him a couple months ago and asked him if it would be alright if a guy came over to meet them. He wants to get permission to come hang out with her, etc. He glances at his wife, and realizes that his wife and daughter have already discussed this and why is he the only one who doesn't know what is going on in his house with his kid!? He agrees to meet this guy the following Saturday. When he gets home, there is a BMW parked in front of his house and he's already thinking 'what kid drives a BMW?' He goes inside to meet this guy... who turns out to be 35. This guy seems to think he can talk man to man style and isn't really being very respectful and that pisses Carlos off. He finally tells the guy that he'll think about it, and when he's ready to talk to this guy, he'll let his daughter know. So Carlos has a friend who is a private investigator, and he calls him cause nothing about this feels right to him and this is his daughter. A week later, the friend calls back and it turns out that the guy is married with 3 kids. He tells this to his daughter who doesn't believe him... I mean, I get it. Who wants to feel like they were that blind or stupid to be duped like that. He tells her to get in the car, and they drive over to the house and go up and knock on the door. The guy's wife answers and they ask if the guy is home, and she says no, that he is out of town for a couple days. They ask who she is and she says she is the guy's wife. Turns out the BMW he drives around is the one her dad, who is a police chief or something, bought her. So Carlos is asking his daughter what happened between her and this guy, how long were they seeing each other, etc? Turns out it's been over a year, so she was still 17 then. She says she never slept with him, but he asked her and was telling her he would marry her. UGH! Meanwhile, while they are there, his daughter's cell phone rings, and it's the guy and so... Carlos gave the phone to the guy's wife to answer. Needless to say, he wasn't too pleased and is a total f**ker.
     
    Oh, and a paramedic guy was in today and he and his partner bought some gum along with all their food for their shift, and then his partner was laughing at him because his gum was Zing flavored. So the paramedic turns to me and says tell him this stuff is GOOD! So I laugh and admit that I can't because I'm one of those boring 'I only ever have the same one kind of gum' people and he says to me, "Variety is the spice of life, Sweetheart. Trust me, you'll LOVE this!" And I'm thinking... where have I heard THAT before?
     
     
    Anyway, I'm working all weekend and on the holiday, too. My kid is turning 14 and thinks she's ready to be someone's girlfriend and maybe kiss him some, but can't manage to look me straight in the face and ask if it's okay like someone who is mature enough to be in a relationship like that. Instead it went more like, "So, umm, Mom... What would you think, I mean, umm, well, you know, if, umm, ::look away:: well, if maybe, ::fidget with the sheets on the bed:: like if, well, maybe Derrick and I ::insert profuse amounts of blushing:: could be ::stares at the wall:: boyfriend and girlfriend?" OH MAN! She asked if she could invite this boy over so we could meet him since we had previously heard a less than desirable story about him and he wanted to meet us. Pretty gutsy on his part, and I give credit where it's due. I can overlook that he showed up on his bike in his skinny jeans, plugs, and a mohawk, because he talked to me and was honest. Besides, I married a guy with long hair... I'm not about prejudices based on looks. Anyway, she's not quite ready, and that has nothing to do with what kind of haircut the guy has or what cut of jeans he wears.
     
    On the plus side, while I was totally not sleeping last night cause I was in a state of PANIC! I thought of all these crazy story ideas! maybe I'll get some of them on paper soon.
     
    Alright, I'm done for now... Happy Labor Day Weekend!
    Viv
  23. viv
    Some people use clocks, others the sun, some get really crazy and ask someone else, but not me... 9:30 pm, rain or shine, Disneyland fireworks are lighting up the sky over my house and so at least once a day, I always know what time it is.
     
    Anyway.
     
    I've been listening to The Cab a lot recently. I can't really bring myself to listen to Panic at the Disco just yet. I know, I clearly have issues. Again, anyway. So the singer from The Cab is also the songwriter, and that translates to writin
     
    AHHHH! Blogus interuptus! A BEE just buzzed me... in my own f**king house! f**k him! Do I go to his hive and buzz his wife and make her scream and flail and flee? Do I!? No, I didn't think so!
     
    Anyway.
     
    As I was saying, songwriting, translates to writing, which means, by default, he's a thinker, a dreamer, an imaginer. He wrote a whole blog the other day about taking the time to remember what it's like to dream and imagine, to remember what it feels like to not let the responsibilities of every day life bog you down or make you say 'I can't'.
     
    I think that I'm very guilty of this. I've grown accustomed to using my kids, mostly, and other people as my excuse. I can't go to school because I'll miss their childhood stuck in some classroom and studying. I can't go exercise because I'll have to drag them along with me or leave them home alone for an hour. I can't get my books published because they aren't mainstream stories and places like Borders won't sell them.
     
    Life is too short for I can't. I think we all need to try and remember how to say I want, I wish, I hope. Remember when you sang into your hairbrush because you knew someday you'd trade it for a real microphone or when you bandaged up a baby bird's wing, knowing that he would fly again because of you. Why not give someone a hand up instead of holding yourself down?
     
    Anyway.
     
    You get the idea. Thanks, Alex, for reminding me. I hope someday you'll get to be batman.
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
  24. viv
    I became the mother of a freshman in high school. HOLY f**kING SHIT.
     
    Also, she invited a boy over today. Seriously.
     
    I'm plotting against her in a cute way, and I'm actually really excited. Have to wait till Sunday for the payoff though, and I'm not so good at the waiting thing.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    I told this guy at work, Daniel, that I write gay romance and that I think he's adorable and I'd love to write him someday. He told me he writes poetry. I gave him the link to my site. He asked if I want to write him cause I think he's gay. Really...? And also, I can't tell you the amount of sad boys there must be out there because you're not.
     
    But seriously, it's ridiculous the amount of adorable this kid has.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    Somebody didn't pick up their baby shower cake and we ate it at work. Congratulations! It's a boy!
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    A random kid who was a box boy a lifetime ago in my store came in and recognized me immediately and came over to hug me while I had no idea who he was, until he told me.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    My kid won The Principal's Award for taking over the part of The Witch and being amazing. Not amazing enough to remember to tell us that was going to happen so we could be there and clap for him.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    I took my blood pressure on one of those little machines outside the pharmacy and it wasn't so great. Maybe it was because I was at work. Maybe not.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    Crazy, drunk chick at work freaked out because she saw two guys outside kissing. I asked her if she wanted to trade checkstands. Inappropriate guy walked around trying to rally people to support his position that her freaking out is discrimination. It's not. It's not cool, not nice, not necessary, but also not discrimination. PS. Crazy, drunk chick... you suck at life. Not surprising.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    I smuggled celebratory type things into the house two nights in a row.
     
    Once upon a time...
     
    I went to bed. Good night.
  25. viv

    on what f**king planet...

    By viv,

    I went to buy some new pants for work, and normally I buy Dickies cause they're pretty heavy duty, sturdy, and I liked that when I was doing more than just standing there and looking cute while flirting with firemen as I sell them groceries and overlooking the old guy that won't stop calling me Toots. Anyway, I decided I might like something a little nicer and made for a girl, since I am one, and I have these hips and everything. So, since they closed Mervyns down a couple months back, I decide to go to Kohl's, cause every time I've been in there, I like the stuff I see. Well, I should insert at this point, that I HATE shopping for clothes for me, likely cause I'm not thin and nothing fits right and it sucks. This is a HUGE clue as to why fat girls love shoe shopping, just so you know... cause no matter how fat you get, shoes always fit, but I digress.
     
    I went in and looked around and couldn't find anything in my size or that I was brave enough to try on, and got frustrated and was going to go back to the Dickies place anyway where they have stuff that I KNOW fits, but instead, I decided to stop at the mall across the street and go into Lane Bryant, which I hate doing... because that's like... hello, reality check, you're fat. But I go... and I easily find a rack of black dress pants and as I'm looking for a size 18 to try on, on a lucky day, and depending on the cut, I can do 16, but that's rare, and everything on the rack says size 1, 2, 3, 4, etc... so I'm wondering if I'm in the wrong damn store or something! But no, I look up on the wall and there is the Lane Bryant sign, so then I wonder if they started carrying clothes for normal sized people (yes, my brain thought this awful thing) and so I venture to the other side of the store to check for stuff that has 2 digits in the size. I don't find anything like that, but what I do find is a BIG sign saying that they have a new 'Right Fit Waistband' with three different cuts, depending on the shape of your body and how 'curvy' you are, and to get measured with the 'Right Fit Waistband Tape Measure' to find out what size you are.
     
    So, I ask to be measured, and the girl tells me I'm a 4... she thinks I should go with moderately curvy. I try on a pair, and they're a bit too big so she brings me a 3 and they're better, but I still think the cut for the straighter type bodies would be better... I try a pair, and I like how they look better, but they don't have my size so I go with moderately curvy, whatever. I get up to the counter to pay for these pants, which by the way, is run by overweight women, and this is the conversation that happened...
     
    Me: I just want you to know that I think it's absurd that at Lane Bryant, I am a size 3.
    The Girls: Well *giggle* it's fun to be able to say when someone asks you what size you are, that you are a size 3.
    Me: On what f**king planet is anyone going to look at me and believe that?
     
    Further, I think that that is just going to make things even worse for overweight women. It's like denial at it's best, and worst. If the system makes you unhappy, make a new one where you can pretend you are. And now that you don't have a weight problem, cause you're a size 3 after all, you can totally stop doing anything you were doing and any and all efforts you were making to try and maintain some modicum of health and fitness.
     
     
    Also, according to Twitter, the PATD boys were one mile from my house and maybe three miles from my work, hanging out in my city, and did not come to visit me... on what f**king planet does that even happen?!
     
    Hugs,
    Viv
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