Ouch!

A spider bit my elbow last night!

Something that really makes me smile

My daughter knows everyword to James Blunt’s song, “Beautiful”.
I know this because she was singing along.
Luckily I only have the radio edit.
A two year old singing “fucking” might just turn a few heads.

A completly random question

Are birds genitalia internal or external?

Just barely overheard

Let her swing it.
It’s just a mace; it won’t hurt her.
Its a fun toy for a kid.

Elliot?

Where for art thou?

In which the girl is reduced to a state of near inarticulate fury

Today, just as I was leaving work I, on a whim, checked the email I hardly ever use, I keep it merely because its the email I use to talk to my dad.
I’ve been busy this week, I haven’t talked to him since last Tuesday.
Really not that long of a gap.

I had an email from him. I opened it, it was one that had been forwarded to SEVERAL people. This is what it said.

Say prayers for my middle daughter,,, she is or I believe has come under the influence
Of my sister (the one who owns the smut shop) and may be working for her. She is not
returning phone calls. She did this once before when she was doing things that
she knew I would not approve of and it smells of that again.
Also her grandmother ( my ex’s mother) is dying and this is also very tough on her.
David

At this point, I let out a strange, garbled curse…It brought Brian to my office. He wanted to know why I was speaking in Swahili.
I showed him the email.
He said a couple of naughty words.
I went home.
Traffic was terrible, and it took me the better part of an hour.
I read the email again when I got home.
It still made me spit nails. So I emailed him back.
But not just him. Everyone on the list he shared his views with. This is what I said.

I do not feel the need to talk to you 2 times a day.
Where I work is no one’s business but mine.
If I chose to work in an adult store, it would certainly not be a shamefull thing.
There is nothing wrong with it, and I’m willling to bet all of the people on this list have looked at something “adult”.

Now, as for the accusation that I’m avoiding your phone calls because

“she was doing things that she knew I would not approve of and it smells of that again.”

When i didn’t speak to you for 6 months it was because you were being verbally and emotionally abusive and damned manipulative to me and my sisters.
I chose to give you another chance, they did not.
I am insulted that you honestly believe me incapable of working in an accountants office.
I work in an accountants office, and I’m damn good at it.
I’ve been working long days, because its tax season, and the 941′s, the 910′s, the 850′s, the quarterlies, the state insurance fund quarterlies are all due this week.
I demand an apology for this attempted manipulation.
I demand an apology on behalf of all the people who got this email,
How dare you air my business to anyone else.

Ariel

I felt better after I sent it.
I’m still pissed.
I’m still waiting for the apology.
I’ve achieved a state of calm at this point.
I cooked, that always helps, and I’ve had half a glass of wine. So, we’ll see how tomorrow goes.
Maybe I shouldn’t have replied to ALL of the people who were on his list, but then again maybe he shouldn’t have lied to them.
I don’t know.

Brian’s list of drinks Ariel must try (otherwise known as the "Get Ariel Trashed List")

Chili Bomb 6/10
Kamikaze 3/10
Midori Sour 2/10
Irish Car Bomb 8/10
Long Island 6/10
Washington Apple 1/10
Copper Camel 3/10
Red Headed Slut 2/10
Hurricane 7/10

The ratings pertain to ease of drinking.
Anyone want to add to the list?
And, no, I won’t be trying them all in the same evening.

In which the girl blogs about everything and nothing

I got my eyes checked yesterday.
I’ve been having terrible headaches since I started my new job and it finally occured to me that maybe there was a reason and maybe I should have my eyes looked at.
So, $300 later, I now know that while technically my vision is 20/20, I am farsighted and having to focus on a computer screen all day long is causing my eyes to strain…
So perhaps in a few days when the new glasses arrive (sexy librarian glasses) I’ll have the pleasure of looking at all of my friends blogs again…
Cause as it stands right now, by the time I get home, my eyes ache.

The title to my book, which may be months, perhaps years in the writing, is going to be

Please Set Down My Dragon.

Hey there!

Its almost the end of tax season!
Be nice to your accountant!
They work hard. And so do their clerks

This next week is going to be really stressful and I’m going to be busy, and if I don’t get back to you, its not because I don’t want to, but because I’m probably tearing my hair out by the fistful! So give me a week to get all caught up and I”ll be a whole new person, once again capable of carrying on a conversation.

I went out with my sister last night, and watched her get drunk. We actually had a good time. Then she ditched me to go home with her boy-toy. I guess I really don’t blame her. One night in the name of love and all that.

Belle and I were snuggling in bed a couple of nights ago and she started singing to me. It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard; I was in tears.

Tonight I made meatloaf for supper. It smells fabulous right at the moment. I think its almost done. I have to admit I didn’t eat anything decent all day. Wait, that’s not true. I did eat a handful of trail mix. I guess that counts, right?

I love being a mommy. Its the best thing to ever happen to me. I get tired sometimes, and sometimes exhausted and burned out, but I always love my little girl and I’m always thankful for her. She comes running to me and hugs my leg when I get home. I love her so much.

Anyway, a brief update for you all. I’m thinking of all my friends, both near and far, online or otherwise.

Be Well!