Archive for July 2006
I figured it was time for an update on the kitties.
Vanessa is trying hard to schmoo people we know into taking them…well that and trying to get me to keep them. I might cave and keep Pistachio. =/ She was the runt and she’s very sweet. Vanessa’s picked homes for 3 of the kitties, but is having a hard time convincing the people that they really need a kitten…
More pics here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nayesworld
I’ve been slacking. I have all these ideas that dance in my head during the day while I’m working and then leave it as soon as I get home at night. I’ve still not fixed any of the stuff I want to fix on the site - mostly because I don’t know how and my will to learn has left me for the moment. I blame…well, can’t really think of anyone to blame right now, but give me time and I’m sure I’ll find a scapegoat. Some of the things I’ve wanted to talk about, but haven’t:
Customers. I’ve been trained for the service desk and have had the pleasure of serving some really wonderful people. /snarkiness off.
The number of really nice people at work. This is extremely disturbing to me. These people are hard working, friendly, and typically not back biters. They all pitch in to help fellow employees that are sick, down on their luck, etc. I’ve seen them go out of their way to do some really nice things. So why are these folks at the bottom of the food chain when they are much better people than the successful ones I met while working at that law firm? Is it that nice guys finish last or does being at the bottom give you better perspective?
My kittens. They’re old enough to give away now, but letting them go isn’t so easy. Vanessa was in tears again last night begging to keep them.
My son. He’s been at his dad’s most of the summer and I want him to come home, but refuse to guilt him by saying what I want to, “I MISS YOU! COME HOME!!!”
Vanessa’s quest for a car. Yup. She’s soon going to be old enough to drive. She’s already old enough to get a learners permit, but we’ve not taken the class yet.
Zhe’s ability to give me writers block. …and there’s my scapegoat! He said, “You should write every day!” and tried to feed my ego with some bologna. It had the opposite effect and made me very aware of how much drivel I tend to write about.
Comment by Delostacia — July 25, 2006 @ 7:11 pm
You can blame it on yourself and that you’re too tired at present to do so due to having to work and worrying about the kiddos and kitties. Ah, I’m always also surprised to find nice people in the work place. I do think that being at the bottom helps people gain perspective but I also think it takes a certain ruthlessness and coldness to be successful. I unfortunately just don’t seem to have those traits. 
At least I haven’t been able to muster enough of that to help me in the workplace. In all my experience thus far… it is unfortunately true that I’ve found nice guys finish last. In the workplace and in social situations. If you’re nice you’re viewed as weak, unnecessary, unattractive, and a tool to be used. I’ve even done some research and a few experiments. It’s still true it seems. It’s even scarier how being nice affects one’s chances to attract a mate. I ought to pull out some of my research books to quote some statistics but I’m too lazy right now.
Kitties!!! Kitty kitty kitty kitty!!!! I want a kitty so bad…
Put a new poll up. 
How old is your daughter? o.O Should we fear the roads where you’re at? It’s good that you miss your son. It’s not necessarily guilt tripping if you say it because you mean it though. It’s nice to know your parents miss you or want you around. God knows I wish my parents had said such when I was younger…
I’m sorry if I’m rambling too much or if you’d perfer I didn’t comment and stuff… Just let me know and I’ll cease and desist. *hugs*
Comment by Naye — July 25, 2006 @ 8:38 pm
Twilly, why would I want you to shush? I enjoy all the comments!!
Comment by Jayd — August 1, 2006 @ 6:40 pm
… I like nice guys. As long as they have a backbone and a brain.
Besides, it’s the nice girls who really finish last. I have discussed this at length with many people.
No need to comment Naye, I *know* I’m not a nice girl, I won’t finish last. 
At least I can help one nice guy also not finish last.
OH, and a PUPPY, he MUST have a puppy!! 
Why do people always want what things they can’t have? More specifically, why do people create their own obstacles to prevent them from getting something they can have? I just don’t get it despite being guilty of it myself.
Off the top of my head, I can name at least a half a dozen people that have a laundry list a mile long of what they are looking for in a SO. They can’t see that by making such a specific list, they aren’t just being picky and setting high standards, they’re giving themselves a list of excuses about why they shouldn’t date people that might be really wonderful if they‘d just give them a chance. The funny thing is that these people are also the loudest whiners I know, “I don’t understand. Why can’t I find someone?” I’ve bitten my tongue a bazillion times to prevent saying, “Because only .05% of the Earth’s population meets your standards. Do you really think you’re better than 99.95% of the people out there? Get over yourself and realize that you’re creating your own problem! You‘re broken!”
Before you all start pointing fingers back at me, I know I’m broken. I realize I create my own obstacles and from time to time, I whine. The difference is though, I really am better than 99.95% of the population. *fibs*
Comment by Barhug — July 25, 2006 @ 10:42 am
Naye, you are the cat’s meow. I’m not sure why that’s good, especially if it does it all the time, or what it really means, but supposedly it’s good when cats make noise.
Comment by Delostacia — July 25, 2006 @ 6:55 pm
People make their own obstacles in the way of their desire in order to make that desire all the more sweeter when it is attained or are afraid of attaining the desire. However, should said desire never be attained then the person can merely point at the obstacles disregarding the fact that they were the ones to originally put them there and give themselves a false sense of innocence or lack of fault.
We’re all broken. We’re human thus being broken is part of our natural condition. Can we make it through life being broken? Sure. Can we be happy being broken? Of course. Be wary of those that state they’re better than others or hold others to their own standards. In doing so you create a situation in which prejudice can be born. Patience… *hugs* I just like rambling sometimes letting my thoughts wander…
Sirith sent this to me. I found it funny and am sharing. I’m also wondering how I didn’t know about this already. Have they been advertising it on those check out TVs that I’ve learned to just tune out???…lol
Comment by Sirith — July 20, 2006 @ 7:49 am
The only plce I heard about it was from Slashdot.org. I guess advertising during Law & Order wouldn’t get them their target demographic.
I went school clothes shopping with a car load of children!We ate breakfast on the way. While eating, my niece was talking about her friend’s church. They call their youth group sessions, “Gang”. I busted out laughing. (Btw, if you’ve ever been talking to me late at night when I start getting all giggly and start actually laughing laughing, you know I have this horrid laugh. Everyone around me laughs at me and then says the whole “I wasn’t laughing AT you. I was laughing WITH you.” thing. =/) So I’m laughing, everyone at the table is laughing, and people at other tables are smiling wondering what in the world is so funny. I look at Charlea and make a cross with my fingers. Vanessa catches on right away. “I’m from Southside Baptist!” and makes a halo over her head (like Mother, like daughter…lol). My sister said, “What are you doing?” I said, “Throwing up gang signs!” and made praying hands. I look at my sister and she’s got her arm up at the elbow and her hand curved…and her other hand is in a fist under her elbow. I said, “What in the world is that?!?!” She said, “It’s a question mark…for What Would Jesus Do?”….LOL LOL LOL LOL The rest of the day, we kept flashing gang signs…lol Charlea loved it. *fibs*
Fast forward to the mall. We’re walking in and there’s this mannequin with a cute little mini on. I tell Vanessa, “You need one of those!” She said, “The mannequin? I so want one for my room!” /boggle A little later, we go into Abercrombie and Fitch. They have this HUGE pic of some faceless guy…you know the one with the built guy wearing low rise jeans so that you want to see just a little further down…. I tell Vanessa, “I want that for my room.” My niece said, “The pic or the guy?” I said, “Yup. Either would be fine!” We walk around the corner and there’s the cute little fitting room attendant singing this weirdo song that was playing and dancing along with it. I of course bust out laughing again (I laughed all day long) and he just smiled and kept right on. Told him, “Wow! You look like you’re having a good day!” He started laughing, Vanessa died of embarrassment, and my sister said, “You should have started working retail years ago because you talk to everyone now!” Before we left, my nephew was dancing for the guy….lol
On to Hollister. For some reason, I just really do not like this store. I think because they keep it so dark in there. It reminds me of a bar scene. They keep the lights low so everything looks better than it actually is. It always smells to…and their silly H2O or whatever that smell is, gives me a headache. I’m a trooper though so I go in, just in time to see my nephew (who is 12) walk up to a 16+ year old, tip his head down, and /eye the girl…LOL Once again, I was laughing and he was embarrassed. Then I found Vanessa. I showed her this little short sleeved pullover type jacket with a pocket in the front like she’s been wanting. She liked it until she flipped it over and it mentioned California on the back. “I’m not getting that. That’s stupid. This is Texas. If I wanted California, I’d move there.” At that point, I hugged her for thinking outside the box. Embarrassed her again! I was on a roll!!
We ride the escalator in the mall. I got on first because I was leading the way. Vanessa stepped on behind me and said, “Mom, you’re too close!” So naturally, I stepped down one, closer to her. She tried to escape by taking a step back, but realized there was someone back there. I put my arm around her and walked beside her as she tried to walk the stairs to get away. She loves it when I show PDA!…lol
On the way home, my sister wanted to stop by Wal-Mart. UGGG! It was painful! A friend called though so it provided a bit of a distraction….until I got off the phone. Then the kids took the opportunity to turn the tables on me. “So who was on the phone, Naye? Who is that? Your new boyfriend? When do we get to meet him?” and on and on…lol
When I got home, I had a box waiting for me on my fencepost! I was jumping up and down when I opened it. It’s a complete set of WoW bronze figurines from the WoW board game and a set of Blizzard poker chips - with Pandaren chips! I was literally in tears! Vanessa said, “Mom, are you going to pee your pants?” She got in trouble for that. I wasn’t going to of course. I just absolutely love it!!!
All in all, it’s been a great day! Lots of laughs, I got to embarrass my kiddos, and I got a great gift! It’s amazing how spending just a little time with my family and friends can recenter me!
Comment by Sirith — July 19, 2006 @ 7:45 am
You’re a parent, it’s your duty to embarrass your kids when ever you can while in public. That is the way it’s always been, and that’s the way I’ll be someday. Sounds like you had a very fun day.
Next Thursday would have been my 16th wedding anniversary. I know what you’re thinking, “How could you possibly be upset about that?” For some unknown reason though, I am. I’d always figured that by the time I was 40, I’d have my life straightened back out. By that, I mean, I signed up for the happily ever after package and I honestly thought after my divorce that I would somehow find that. I was wrong. I’ll be 36 in September and I’m actually further away from that point than I was when I got divorced. I have a worse job, I’ve had one (possibly two) date(s) in the six years since my divorce, and I look in the mirror and think, “My word! The 30’s have not been kind to me!”
Before you all start lecturing on what I need to do, let’s just get this straight right now: It’s highly unlikely that I will change anything. So why am I whining? While I’ve come to accept that I will be alone, that doesn’t mean I like it. I still want that happily ever after as much now as I ever did. Until I learn to stop wanting that, I’ll have these occasional whines mourning the loss of something I’ve never even had.
Comment by Delostacia — July 17, 2006 @ 8:18 pm
*hugs* Accepting that you’ll be alone indeed doesn’t mean you have to like it. Think I’m in the same boat there (being alone but not yet accepting it, not really). Lots of people want the happily ever after ending. Don’t give up on your dreams though… *hugs*
Comment by Dmitri — July 18, 2006 @ 12:55 am
“So why am I whining?” Because women like to complain.
Comment by Phish — July 18, 2006 @ 3:09 pm
You aren’t alone, though. You’ve got children.
There have been times when I would much rather have a minion than a s/o. Then I think about how much minions cost.
I know it’s hard to be without a partner sometimes… we’ve all had our fights with loneliness, and they’re never easy, but I’d say as a single mom with all those kids around, you’re doing pretty well. You’ve had to work unbelievably hard to make things work.
If nothing else, at least you have all those shiny Karma Points to keep you company.
Comment by Jayd — August 1, 2006 @ 6:27 pm
September is a really good to be born in. We get the pretty stone. Everyone (at least one person I know >.>) born in November wants our stone.
I was talking to a friend last night about my strawberries and cream shampoo that smells like a dessert. It’s absolutely yummy smelling! His comment was, “Girls always smell better than boys.” That reminded me that I saw a friend from high school who hugged me and said, “You smell just like you always did!” At first I was flattered that he’d remember how I smell, but then it dawned on me that my scent hasn’t changed from high school and that might be a bad thing.
I’m kind of sensitive to smells. Many of them give me light headaches. Even though I love the smell of this shampoo, I’ve already been thinking it’s going to have to go because it smells too sweet. It gives me a slight headache. I’m even worse when it comes to the perfume I wear. I’ve worn the same kind since high school because when I put it on, I can only smell it for a minute, but other people continue to comment on it so I know that it hasn’t worn off. My perfume is getting increasingly harder to find. I’ve tried lots of others, but always come back to it because of the headache factor….well, that and it’s not really a sweet or floral scent. It’s more a powdery one maybe?
Another thought along those lines…Why do some men feel like they have to bathe in cologne? For all you guys out there, it’s a major turn on if a guy reaches across you/hugs you/gets close to you for whatever reason, and you get a sniff of a good scent. It always make me want to grab them and pull them closer so I can smell it again. However, if I can smell your cologne just from you walking by (think Polo in the 80’s), it has the opposite effect.
Comment by Sirith — July 17, 2006 @ 8:37 am
My guess is it’s from guys who like the smell of their cologne so they bathe in it so they can smell it, yet they don’t realize that dogs in the next state can smell them. That’s just a guess beause I’ve never been one for cologne, maybe on special occasions but it was a borrowed sent.
I have to be up in two hours and I can’t sleep…so what do you do when it’s 4AM and you can’t sleep? Text message people, log into WoW to bug the few zombies that are up that late, catch up on net reading, and blog about your favorite new candy - dark chocolate M&M’s. There’s only one word to describe them MMMmmmm! They are better than plain M&M’s and even Kissables! Whoever made these must have had me in mind because the package is even in my favorite color, purple!
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Long story short, they moved me back to the font end with normal DAY hours it looks like and my full time 40 hours a week. I work my last night in two weeks tonight. 4-12. Then I have to turn around and be at work at 8:30 AM in the morning. If I live past the first few days, I’m going to like this. It’ll let me get back on my normal sleep schedule! My adventures at the service desk and with those oh so fun customers to come soon! …as soon as I get my sleep schedule back to normal.
Comment by Delostacia — July 15, 2006 @ 2:47 am
Ugh… changing sleep schedules stink. I really like day hours… it’s been a long time since I’ve worked them if ever I truly have. Always stuck w/ night hours. 4-12 doesn’t sound so hot though if you have kids… *remembers his parents used to work that…* *was often neglected and left home alone* It really does seem to make a difference though in people… just an fyi. Look at me. I’m psychotically unstable. Then again maybe that’s just hereditary? *huggles* Glad you like it though.
Comment by Phish — July 17, 2006 @ 2:25 am
Switching sleep schedules is a serious pain. I work 6pm-6am on a rotating shift right now, and then when I’m not working, I have to flip to the opposite to spend time with my daywalker girlfriend.
…at least I get a shift differential… grumble. Nice site btw.
Comment by Naye — July 17, 2006 @ 5:38 am
Thanks Phish. 5AM and I’m wide awake again. Having trouble switching sleep schedules. =/
I’m finally old enough to run for president. I know 2008 is still a bit far away, but I figured I need to start working on my platforms now. So far I have a slogan, “I can’t do much worse than some of those before me.” and the following campaign promises:
If elected as president of the United States of America I promise:
What do you think?
Comment by uruloki — July 15, 2006 @ 12:28 am
I will remember that while they have cute little uniforms, the US military men are not my houseboys and therefore cannot be called upon to cater to my every whim. (This does not mean that they cannot volunteer for special projects though.)
Just me then?
Comment by Naye — July 15, 2006 @ 7:49 am
Oh I have a very special project in mind for you, Uruloki.
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Comment by Delostacia — July 26, 2006 @ 1:42 am
Omg omg!!! Kitties!!!! GAAAAH!!!! Soooo adorable!!! *wants to love’m and hug’m and make’m his*
But really, they are quite adorable!! How well litter trained are they? Are they litter trained? Reason I mentioned the you can tell me to shut up was in case I ramble too much or take up too much space, etc etc. Or if I offended yas. 
Want a kitty! 
Soooo cute. *dreams of cuddling w/ a kitty and playing w/’m* *would be so tempted to walk around w/’m holding’m by the scruff of their neck w/ his mouth like a momma or daddy cat* 
Comment by Sirith — July 26, 2006 @ 7:59 am
Awwwwe, those are some darn cute kitties. It’s a good thing my housemate doesn’t know you have kitties, or she’d redouble her efforts to wear me down to get one. I don’t mind cats, and kitties are very adorable, but many of our friends are allergic, and I like people more than cats :D.
Comment by Phishy! at the Disco — July 26, 2006 @ 7:04 pm
OH EM GEE!!!
~Dance to this beat and hold your kitten close~
Comment by Phishy! at the Disco — July 26, 2006 @ 7:25 pm
And uh-oh. From the kitten gallery, it looks like your kids are approaching myspace age.
Comment by Naye — July 26, 2006 @ 9:32 pm
That was sooooo last year! Vanessa was more into Xanga although she does have a myspace page.
Comment by Sirith — July 27, 2006 @ 8:28 am
Where’s your Myspace page Naye?
Comment by Barhug — July 27, 2006 @ 5:18 pm
Kitty porn. How distasteful. I’m aghast. You can clearly see by the terrified looks on their faces that they were forced into this line of work.
Comment by crymsen — August 5, 2006 @ 12:48 pm
Kittens! my biggest weakness! Unlike Sirith, I love them more than people! And calicos… they are my dad’s favorites! I guess mine too, since I am the proud human of two beautiful calico girls.
I love Cheeky’s blush. How darling! And Pistachio’s white socks make me want to kiss her little feet.
My kitten isn’t much of a kitten anymore… she’s 9 months old now! But she still plays like a kitten, and still has so much to learn about manners. I absolutely love her playfulness. I could watch her play for hours… and then let her collapse into my lap with exhaustion for hours of kitty lovin’. It makes me sad that so many of them grow out of that, but on the other hand, they become mature and majestic…. and stop tearing up the house (BONUS!).
What joy kitties give me!