My Hermit Crabs' shells are crenulated As some of you already know, I love my dictionary. Sometimes I just flip through it and bask in the loveliness of words. I'm weird that way. But hey, I used to read the phone book. I think I am improving on the weirdness. The other day I happened upon the word crenulate which I remembered from my stint as a biology major. Crenulate: having tiny notches or scallops, as some leaves and shells. Go ahead, use it in a sentence. Impress your friends. I think I will take Audrey's suggestion and have a word of the week type thingy. I love my dictionary. It was 82 degrees at the office yesterday. It had dropped to a comfy 73 by noon tho. No wonder everyone is always sick in that joint. There is no air circulation, and the temperature is all over the place. I was the only typist that made it in. Fun. We got free coffee, and the company sprang for pizza. Nice. Unfortunately I was all hopped up on caffeine all day long. I yelled at one of the call center girls. She came bounding in the room to inform us (us being me, Anne and Irene) that the building would be closing down at 4:30. Could she be normal and just say it? No. She has to scream it. Well, maybe she didn't scream, but she was louder than necessary. I was subtracting and dividing numbers so that I could center a stupid logo in the stupid die-cut of a stupid christmas card. Her sudden out burst made me lose track of what I was doing. I spun around and said ( in a very manic way, I've been told), "You made me lose my numbers!" She looked at me like I was a nutcase (which I am) and quietly left the room. What can I say? I'm easily frazzled when hopped up. I accomplished a mountain of work tho. Free access to the printer, no one pawning their work off on me, no one interrupting me with a detailed account of every move they had to make on the last order they did. My production sheet rocked. I had one hell of a headache today. Not one of my migraine things, just a "twinge." A twinge is when it feels like there is a screwdriver protruding from the right side of my head and every 10 minutes or so, somebody walks by and gives it a twist. Then after lunch, my nose started bleeding. Not much, just a trickle. I'll blame it on the dry air in the office, but it's probably an aneurysm. Remember, my catscan was basically normal. What? You wanna know what basically normal means? Me too. I feel somewhat better now. I'm listening to Nina Simone. I love her. "If your mind lies in the devil's workshop and evil doin's your thrill, If trouble and mischief is all you life for, you know darn well that you' ll go to Hell." Well Nina, pull me up a chunk of brimstone and let's start burning. posted by Beth 7:08 PM . . . I am highly pissed off. I just wrote a huge thingy and it vanished. where the hell did it go? BITCH posted by Beth 6:32 PM . . . Wednesday, December 04, 2002 We're Having a HeatWave...a Tropical HeatWave Sing it with me That's what was being sung at work today. At least, in my head. I walked into the office and was blasted by heat. Normally I would love this. But when it is 22 degrees outside and 78 inside, there is a problem. Yes, I said 78 degrees. The lady next to me was about to break out her bikini. The heat was broken all together on Friday and it was only around 62. This is a massive change. Before break time, we had the pseudo-supervisor in the ceiling blocking off our vent with a piece of cardboard. It is so dry in the office that you get shocked by everything....people, paper, your chair....my hair was flying in every direction. Stupid place. In other news, we have a brand new toilet at my house! Yay! I can pee again. You don't even have to hold the button until it's done flushing. In fact, there is no button. There's a handle like normal toilets. The Hall family leaps into the 21st century. Now, if only we had a front doorknob....or a front gate that would stay shut without the help of a 6x6. One can dream. I took a name of the christmas tree at work. Every year my company chooses an organization to help out at christmas time. We choose a name and get them whatever is on the list. This year we are going with The San-Mar Home. My person is 17 and wants beads. Isn't that a sad thought. All she wants for christmas is blue, black and clear beads. Another lady chose a 16 year old who wants a teddy bear. I kept thinking how sad this is, beads....a teddy bear and so on. But then we had secret santa at work and my list was lame. Really lame. It's like a Charlie Brown Christmas or something. My list at work: candles, yarn (yes, yarn shut up), bubble gum, and a crochet hook size I. How pathetic is that?? Bubble Gum?! It's my own list and even I can't believe it. But hey, I need my gum, I need my yarn, I need my candles. (These tiny things keep Beth calm and a functioning member of society. Don't tell her I told you, she thinks it's a secret) What? Nevermind. Oh by the way, if you would direct your attention to the right hand side of the blog, you will notice that I have linked Carly and Zeke. Also, my smilies should be working in the comments section now. I hope the link and the smilies will appease the mighty Zeke, and he will be able to sleep the sleep of the contented tonight. posted by Beth 11:06 PM . . . Tuesday, December 03, 2002 The Lingering Death First let me say !HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY I'm not sure if all of you realize the spite, hatred, loathing....I could go on and on....that exists in my family. Here's a tiny little taste. I have never been on good terms with my father's mother. Ever. I really don't care much for his sister (we'll call her bitch-whore) either. My mother feels the same. The indifference towards them turned to downright hatred during my freshman year of college. My college career almost ended before it began. See FSU is really picky about their money. I had the financial aid, it just hadn't been delivered to the school yet. I was more or less toward that I would be kicked out on my ass if I didn't pay up the grand and some change by the end of the week. My mother, in a very uncharacteristically humble way, called my money-bags grandmother and asked for a loan...just until the bank paid the school and I got my refund check. The grandmother talks to bitch-whore and bitch-whore tells her that it was all uncalled for. She need not give me all that money, I could get a loan. My mother had already explained the situation, but it didn't seem to matter. The grandmother turned her down, flat. My mother, who had never asked the grandmother for any favor at all, and who had taken care of the grandmother's mother when she was ill, just said "that's fine" and hung up the phone. That was 6 years ago. Last year, the grandmother had a stroke. Poor grandmother. The bitch-whore calls to inform us and is shocked to find out that no one really cares. The grandmother survives. She is sad that my mother, myself and my brother did not come to see her in the hospital. I've been sad about a lot of things. You get over it. Now that the backstory has more or less been told, I'll tell ya what happened today. Bitch-whore calls. She asks if my mother is busy. Bitch-whore is told that my mom will be leaving shortly to pick me up at work. Bitch-whore asks if my mother has time to take her to the hospital. Seems that Bitch-whore needs surgery. Bitch-whore has some tumors. Bitch-whore hasn't been feeling well all day, she feels an infection under (that's right under) her stomach. Don't feel sorry for Bitch-whore. She's been on the way out since before I can remember. She's been dying of something new every year. It sure is taking her a long time. My mother says, "Sorry, I'm making potpie for dinner. I have to turn it off to go get Beth and I don't want it to sit that long." That's right people, my mother is more concerned over her dinner getting soggy, than for her own dying sister-in-law. Her excuse for not going. " [Bitch-whore} sure has some nerve calling me. I won't take her anywhere. She's lucky I even spoke to her after what she did. Let her call 'mother'. Maybe she can get a loan to pay off her bill." I love my mom! posted by Beth 6:12 PM . . . Sunday, December 01, 2002 I do NOT have Wizard fingers! Is it wrong to put a rudolph nose and antlers on Jesus? It is? Then it must be REALLY wrong to hang christmas bulbs from his nipples and genital region. What about the strategically placed carrot?? Oh well, I will burn happily in Hell knowing that I gave Jesus blue balls. Or blue ball since I only hung one from the general penis area. Two just looked too cluttered after the carrot was positioned. I was all kinds of excited when I saw that this year, the lovely people at jesusdressup.com included a grinch outfit. Unfortunately, I was unable to use it at this point in time. So kids, I will leave you with this thought: Instead of asking What Would Jesus Do, ask What Would Jesus Wear? posted by Beth 8:41 PM . . .
I am highly pissed off. I just wrote a huge thingy and it vanished. where the hell did it go? BITCH posted by Beth 6:32 PM . . . Wednesday, December 04, 2002 We're Having a HeatWave...a Tropical HeatWave Sing it with me That's what was being sung at work today. At least, in my head. I walked into the office and was blasted by heat. Normally I would love this. But when it is 22 degrees outside and 78 inside, there is a problem. Yes, I said 78 degrees. The lady next to me was about to break out her bikini. The heat was broken all together on Friday and it was only around 62. This is a massive change. Before break time, we had the pseudo-supervisor in the ceiling blocking off our vent with a piece of cardboard. It is so dry in the office that you get shocked by everything....people, paper, your chair....my hair was flying in every direction. Stupid place. In other news, we have a brand new toilet at my house! Yay! I can pee again. You don't even have to hold the button until it's done flushing. In fact, there is no button. There's a handle like normal toilets. The Hall family leaps into the 21st century. Now, if only we had a front doorknob....or a front gate that would stay shut without the help of a 6x6. One can dream. I took a name of the christmas tree at work. Every year my company chooses an organization to help out at christmas time. We choose a name and get them whatever is on the list. This year we are going with The San-Mar Home. My person is 17 and wants beads. Isn't that a sad thought. All she wants for christmas is blue, black and clear beads. Another lady chose a 16 year old who wants a teddy bear. I kept thinking how sad this is, beads....a teddy bear and so on. But then we had secret santa at work and my list was lame. Really lame. It's like a Charlie Brown Christmas or something. My list at work: candles, yarn (yes, yarn shut up), bubble gum, and a crochet hook size I. How pathetic is that?? Bubble Gum?! It's my own list and even I can't believe it. But hey, I need my gum, I need my yarn, I need my candles. (These tiny things keep Beth calm and a functioning member of society. Don't tell her I told you, she thinks it's a secret) What? Nevermind. Oh by the way, if you would direct your attention to the right hand side of the blog, you will notice that I have linked Carly and Zeke. Also, my smilies should be working in the comments section now. I hope the link and the smilies will appease the mighty Zeke, and he will be able to sleep the sleep of the contented tonight. posted by Beth 11:06 PM . . . Tuesday, December 03, 2002 The Lingering Death First let me say !HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY I'm not sure if all of you realize the spite, hatred, loathing....I could go on and on....that exists in my family. Here's a tiny little taste. I have never been on good terms with my father's mother. Ever. I really don't care much for his sister (we'll call her bitch-whore) either. My mother feels the same. The indifference towards them turned to downright hatred during my freshman year of college. My college career almost ended before it began. See FSU is really picky about their money. I had the financial aid, it just hadn't been delivered to the school yet. I was more or less toward that I would be kicked out on my ass if I didn't pay up the grand and some change by the end of the week. My mother, in a very uncharacteristically humble way, called my money-bags grandmother and asked for a loan...just until the bank paid the school and I got my refund check. The grandmother talks to bitch-whore and bitch-whore tells her that it was all uncalled for. She need not give me all that money, I could get a loan. My mother had already explained the situation, but it didn't seem to matter. The grandmother turned her down, flat. My mother, who had never asked the grandmother for any favor at all, and who had taken care of the grandmother's mother when she was ill, just said "that's fine" and hung up the phone. That was 6 years ago. Last year, the grandmother had a stroke. Poor grandmother. The bitch-whore calls to inform us and is shocked to find out that no one really cares. The grandmother survives. She is sad that my mother, myself and my brother did not come to see her in the hospital. I've been sad about a lot of things. You get over it. Now that the backstory has more or less been told, I'll tell ya what happened today. Bitch-whore calls. She asks if my mother is busy. Bitch-whore is told that my mom will be leaving shortly to pick me up at work. Bitch-whore asks if my mother has time to take her to the hospital. Seems that Bitch-whore needs surgery. Bitch-whore has some tumors. Bitch-whore hasn't been feeling well all day, she feels an infection under (that's right under) her stomach. Don't feel sorry for Bitch-whore. She's been on the way out since before I can remember. She's been dying of something new every year. It sure is taking her a long time. My mother says, "Sorry, I'm making potpie for dinner. I have to turn it off to go get Beth and I don't want it to sit that long." That's right people, my mother is more concerned over her dinner getting soggy, than for her own dying sister-in-law. Her excuse for not going. " [Bitch-whore} sure has some nerve calling me. I won't take her anywhere. She's lucky I even spoke to her after what she did. Let her call 'mother'. Maybe she can get a loan to pay off her bill." I love my mom! posted by Beth 6:12 PM . . . Sunday, December 01, 2002 I do NOT have Wizard fingers! Is it wrong to put a rudolph nose and antlers on Jesus? It is? Then it must be REALLY wrong to hang christmas bulbs from his nipples and genital region. What about the strategically placed carrot?? Oh well, I will burn happily in Hell knowing that I gave Jesus blue balls. Or blue ball since I only hung one from the general penis area. Two just looked too cluttered after the carrot was positioned. I was all kinds of excited when I saw that this year, the lovely people at jesusdressup.com included a grinch outfit. Unfortunately, I was unable to use it at this point in time. So kids, I will leave you with this thought: Instead of asking What Would Jesus Do, ask What Would Jesus Wear? posted by Beth 8:41 PM . . .
We're Having a HeatWave...a Tropical HeatWave Sing it with me That's what was being sung at work today. At least, in my head. I walked into the office and was blasted by heat. Normally I would love this. But when it is 22 degrees outside and 78 inside, there is a problem. Yes, I said 78 degrees. The lady next to me was about to break out her bikini. The heat was broken all together on Friday and it was only around 62. This is a massive change. Before break time, we had the pseudo-supervisor in the ceiling blocking off our vent with a piece of cardboard. It is so dry in the office that you get shocked by everything....people, paper, your chair....my hair was flying in every direction. Stupid place. In other news, we have a brand new toilet at my house! Yay! I can pee again. You don't even have to hold the button until it's done flushing. In fact, there is no button. There's a handle like normal toilets. The Hall family leaps into the 21st century. Now, if only we had a front doorknob....or a front gate that would stay shut without the help of a 6x6. One can dream. I took a name of the christmas tree at work. Every year my company chooses an organization to help out at christmas time. We choose a name and get them whatever is on the list. This year we are going with The San-Mar Home. My person is 17 and wants beads. Isn't that a sad thought. All she wants for christmas is blue, black and clear beads. Another lady chose a 16 year old who wants a teddy bear. I kept thinking how sad this is, beads....a teddy bear and so on. But then we had secret santa at work and my list was lame. Really lame. It's like a Charlie Brown Christmas or something. My list at work: candles, yarn (yes, yarn shut up), bubble gum, and a crochet hook size I. How pathetic is that?? Bubble Gum?! It's my own list and even I can't believe it. But hey, I need my gum, I need my yarn, I need my candles. (These tiny things keep Beth calm and a functioning member of society. Don't tell her I told you, she thinks it's a secret) What? Nevermind. Oh by the way, if you would direct your attention to the right hand side of the blog, you will notice that I have linked Carly and Zeke. Also, my smilies should be working in the comments section now. I hope the link and the smilies will appease the mighty Zeke, and he will be able to sleep the sleep of the contented tonight. posted by Beth 11:06 PM . . . Tuesday, December 03, 2002 The Lingering Death First let me say !HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY I'm not sure if all of you realize the spite, hatred, loathing....I could go on and on....that exists in my family. Here's a tiny little taste. I have never been on good terms with my father's mother. Ever. I really don't care much for his sister (we'll call her bitch-whore) either. My mother feels the same. The indifference towards them turned to downright hatred during my freshman year of college. My college career almost ended before it began. See FSU is really picky about their money. I had the financial aid, it just hadn't been delivered to the school yet. I was more or less toward that I would be kicked out on my ass if I didn't pay up the grand and some change by the end of the week. My mother, in a very uncharacteristically humble way, called my money-bags grandmother and asked for a loan...just until the bank paid the school and I got my refund check. The grandmother talks to bitch-whore and bitch-whore tells her that it was all uncalled for. She need not give me all that money, I could get a loan. My mother had already explained the situation, but it didn't seem to matter. The grandmother turned her down, flat. My mother, who had never asked the grandmother for any favor at all, and who had taken care of the grandmother's mother when she was ill, just said "that's fine" and hung up the phone. That was 6 years ago. Last year, the grandmother had a stroke. Poor grandmother. The bitch-whore calls to inform us and is shocked to find out that no one really cares. The grandmother survives. She is sad that my mother, myself and my brother did not come to see her in the hospital. I've been sad about a lot of things. You get over it. Now that the backstory has more or less been told, I'll tell ya what happened today. Bitch-whore calls. She asks if my mother is busy. Bitch-whore is told that my mom will be leaving shortly to pick me up at work. Bitch-whore asks if my mother has time to take her to the hospital. Seems that Bitch-whore needs surgery. Bitch-whore has some tumors. Bitch-whore hasn't been feeling well all day, she feels an infection under (that's right under) her stomach. Don't feel sorry for Bitch-whore. She's been on the way out since before I can remember. She's been dying of something new every year. It sure is taking her a long time. My mother says, "Sorry, I'm making potpie for dinner. I have to turn it off to go get Beth and I don't want it to sit that long." That's right people, my mother is more concerned over her dinner getting soggy, than for her own dying sister-in-law. Her excuse for not going. " [Bitch-whore} sure has some nerve calling me. I won't take her anywhere. She's lucky I even spoke to her after what she did. Let her call 'mother'. Maybe she can get a loan to pay off her bill." I love my mom! posted by Beth 6:12 PM . . . Sunday, December 01, 2002 I do NOT have Wizard fingers! Is it wrong to put a rudolph nose and antlers on Jesus? It is? Then it must be REALLY wrong to hang christmas bulbs from his nipples and genital region. What about the strategically placed carrot?? Oh well, I will burn happily in Hell knowing that I gave Jesus blue balls. Or blue ball since I only hung one from the general penis area. Two just looked too cluttered after the carrot was positioned. I was all kinds of excited when I saw that this year, the lovely people at jesusdressup.com included a grinch outfit. Unfortunately, I was unable to use it at this point in time. So kids, I will leave you with this thought: Instead of asking What Would Jesus Do, ask What Would Jesus Wear? posted by Beth 8:41 PM . . .
The Lingering Death First let me say !HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY I'm not sure if all of you realize the spite, hatred, loathing....I could go on and on....that exists in my family. Here's a tiny little taste. I have never been on good terms with my father's mother. Ever. I really don't care much for his sister (we'll call her bitch-whore) either. My mother feels the same. The indifference towards them turned to downright hatred during my freshman year of college. My college career almost ended before it began. See FSU is really picky about their money. I had the financial aid, it just hadn't been delivered to the school yet. I was more or less toward that I would be kicked out on my ass if I didn't pay up the grand and some change by the end of the week. My mother, in a very uncharacteristically humble way, called my money-bags grandmother and asked for a loan...just until the bank paid the school and I got my refund check. The grandmother talks to bitch-whore and bitch-whore tells her that it was all uncalled for. She need not give me all that money, I could get a loan. My mother had already explained the situation, but it didn't seem to matter. The grandmother turned her down, flat. My mother, who had never asked the grandmother for any favor at all, and who had taken care of the grandmother's mother when she was ill, just said "that's fine" and hung up the phone. That was 6 years ago. Last year, the grandmother had a stroke. Poor grandmother. The bitch-whore calls to inform us and is shocked to find out that no one really cares. The grandmother survives. She is sad that my mother, myself and my brother did not come to see her in the hospital. I've been sad about a lot of things. You get over it. Now that the backstory has more or less been told, I'll tell ya what happened today. Bitch-whore calls. She asks if my mother is busy. Bitch-whore is told that my mom will be leaving shortly to pick me up at work. Bitch-whore asks if my mother has time to take her to the hospital. Seems that Bitch-whore needs surgery. Bitch-whore has some tumors. Bitch-whore hasn't been feeling well all day, she feels an infection under (that's right under) her stomach. Don't feel sorry for Bitch-whore. She's been on the way out since before I can remember. She's been dying of something new every year. It sure is taking her a long time. My mother says, "Sorry, I'm making potpie for dinner. I have to turn it off to go get Beth and I don't want it to sit that long." That's right people, my mother is more concerned over her dinner getting soggy, than for her own dying sister-in-law. Her excuse for not going. " [Bitch-whore} sure has some nerve calling me. I won't take her anywhere. She's lucky I even spoke to her after what she did. Let her call 'mother'. Maybe she can get a loan to pay off her bill." I love my mom! posted by Beth 6:12 PM . . . Sunday, December 01, 2002 I do NOT have Wizard fingers! Is it wrong to put a rudolph nose and antlers on Jesus? It is? Then it must be REALLY wrong to hang christmas bulbs from his nipples and genital region. What about the strategically placed carrot?? Oh well, I will burn happily in Hell knowing that I gave Jesus blue balls. Or blue ball since I only hung one from the general penis area. Two just looked too cluttered after the carrot was positioned. I was all kinds of excited when I saw that this year, the lovely people at jesusdressup.com included a grinch outfit. Unfortunately, I was unable to use it at this point in time. So kids, I will leave you with this thought: Instead of asking What Would Jesus Do, ask What Would Jesus Wear? posted by Beth 8:41 PM . . .
I do NOT have Wizard fingers! Is it wrong to put a rudolph nose and antlers on Jesus? It is? Then it must be REALLY wrong to hang christmas bulbs from his nipples and genital region. What about the strategically placed carrot?? Oh well, I will burn happily in Hell knowing that I gave Jesus blue balls. Or blue ball since I only hung one from the general penis area. Two just looked too cluttered after the carrot was positioned. I was all kinds of excited when I saw that this year, the lovely people at jesusdressup.com included a grinch outfit. Unfortunately, I was unable to use it at this point in time. So kids, I will leave you with this thought: Instead of asking What Would Jesus Do, ask What Would Jesus Wear? posted by Beth 8:41 PM . . .
