Saturday, January 8, 2011

Hell-OOOO Saturday!!! I've missed you, friend.

It was a good week.

My boss brought me a Pirate Cupcake Kit:

  He described it as one of those things he saw and couldn't NOT buy for me.  

Have I told you the background between my boss and I regarding Pirates?  No?  Well, way back in June of 2007, I was recently unemployed (again), after a brief stint working for "The Republicans" - a company owned by one of Anne Northup's BFFs, wherein I'd briefly been employed as a clerical monkey responsible for processing merchandise orders.  

What sort of merchandise, you ask?  

Campaign Merchandise for the Rudy Giuliani 2008 Presidential Campaign.  

No, I'm not shitting you.
Anyhow, surprisingly, I didn't fit in there so good, and they canned me.  So I was looking for work, and my boss needed an HR person.  He interviewed me at the Starbucks, and at one point during the interview he said, "We're kind of a quirky office...", to which I immediately replied, "Quirky?!  I can do quirky."  I bent down to lift the cuff of my pants, revealing the last clean pair of matching socks I'd been able to scrounge up that morning.  "I wore Pirate socks to a job interview.  I can handle quirky."

He looked at me with a half-cocked grin on his face for a split second, trying to figure out what in the hell I'd just done and said...and worn, to a job interview, no less.  Then he cracked up, and I saw a tear or two before it was over.  Months later, he told me that moment had secured me the job.  
So now I get Pirate birthday cards and Pirate cupcake kits.

But we're talking about this week.  This week I hired a new administrative assistant.  She's smart, but she sealed the deal when she described herself as "quirky" during the interview.  She reminds me of me, a little, 8 or so years ago.     

I got really pissed off at Chick-fil-A and swore I'd never eat there again.  The part I haven't told you yet is where Chick-fil-A announced it was one franchise owner in Pennsylvania who was supplying food to "The February event co-sponsored by Chick-fil-A is called "The Art of Marriage," and it's intended to be a launching point for Pennsylvania to return to "the biblical definition of marriage."".  The company's Facebook page posted this statement Thursday:

To our Facebook community: First and foremost, thanks for your patience as we made sure we gathered the facts in regards to recent postings. We have determined that one of our independent Restaurant Operators in Pennsylvania was asked to provide sandwiches to two Art of Marriage video seminars. As our fans, you know we do our best to serve our local communities, and one of the ways we do that is by providing food to schools, colleges, civic groups, businesses, places of worship, not-for-profit groups, etc. At his discretion, the local Operator agreed to simply provide a limited amount of food. Our Chick-fil-A Operators and their employees try very hard every day to go the extra mile in serving ALL of our customers with honor, dignity and respect.

I still think there should be a corporate moratorium on providing food to hate groups, but that's just my humble opinion.

OMG, and all these turning-up-dead animals across the world!  I'm sticking to my Alien Invasion theory for least until science proves something different.  Apparently they caught on satellite imaging some sort of non-weather anomaly occurring over Beebe, AK right about the time the birds fell from the sky.  Creepy, yo.

I've got all-baby-making-thoughts in my head all the time, and then last night I read this, which freaked me righttheeff out and prompted me to immediately repost it here, basically because I needed someone to tell me it was a huge exaggeration.  You people sucked at that, by the way.

Is it lame to mention blog followers?  Because I sometimes feel like I'm supposed to pretend that it's not a big deal that you guys have signed up to read along, but then that would be fake, because I do a little happy dance every single time a new one of you shows up.  It makes me feel special.  Thank you, all 28 of you.  :)  

And it's still International Blog Delurking Week.  They say that means if you're a regular reader and you've not yet left a comment, it's time to say hi.  :) 

We're supposed to go to Sam's now to buy meat to make jerky and veggies to make a healthier Nat & Jimi and a bucket so we can paint the hall.  I'd rather stay home and watch cartoons.  It's cold and snow-covered and bright outside.  And I'm hungry.  I'm trying to decide if I should eat some Rice Krispies, or if I should save those to make treats.  Life is so full of hard choices.  


  1. Soooooo I just spent the better part of a day reading your blog from beginning to end. Yes. I did that. I first read one of your posts on Untypically Jia that and I laughed outloud about 100 times. I was just wondering if there were any non-Mormon female bloggers out there and then I found you! I LOVE YOUR BLOG! I have laughed outloud more times than I can count. I love that you say 'fuck', your man's awesomeness reminds me of my husband and I love my footie pjs. I wanted to comment on so many entries, but they were from so long ago I thought I'd wait until I reached the end. My heart broke for you when you had the miscarriage and your feelings afterwards were so familiar to me. I haven't experienced what you have, but my husband and I have been trying to have our second child for about 2 years now and have been largely unsuccessful. When things started looking (and feeling) bleak I felt like everyone around me was pregnant. And they were. My sister, my two closest friends and 6 other good friends all got pregnant at the same time. I'm eternally lucky to have my 4 year old daughter, but so incredibly sad that it's so difficult to get pregnant again when the first time was a complete whoops-holy-shit-is-this-really-happening moment. That depressing shit out of the way I just had to tell you how much I enjoyed reading about your everyday happenings. I don't think you're blog is boring at all and I would totally blab more on here but I don't want to scare anyone.

    I hope I didn't make you cry.

  2. Kari, I wish you lived closer, because I kinda want to take you to dinner now. :) You're super nice and pretty and I like you.


Please don't make me cry.


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