I FINALLY got to NY!

But, since it is 2 am here I'm going to bed. I will tell you all about it after I sleep.

The Melting Pot in NJ

Another day goes by where I didn't get to go to New York. BAH! Too much damn work. I told my boss that if we didn't go tomorrow that I would quit. So, we are going tomorrow. I gave her the 'face'. I have seen quite a bit of Jersey, however. That, and I've never eaten so good! I'm all about the food. Went to the Melting Pot. YUM. Dipping food in cheese and chocolate, how can than that EVER be a bad thing? This is my boss laughing because I was doing it wrong. I break all the rules. I leave the metal "rescue" spoon in the hot pot, I lose my food off the skewer, I double dip, and I get it all over the front of me. She found it amusing.

Another funny story. We were sitting in a deli for lunch (yes, we constantly eat) and someone asked for a pen. I went into my purse and dug one out. About 20 minutes later someone at the table starts busting up into laughter. I'm all WTF is so funny? She says, "You look like a Smurf!" Apparently, the pen was leaking blue ink, got all over my hands without my knowledge, then I proceeded to touch every part of my face. I had it ALL OVER ME. BLUE. IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY NEW JERSEY DELI. There is no photo of that, sorry.

The pic of me? I don't know. I get bored. What happens in Jersey, stays in Jersey.

Brasilia Feast!

One word for this place: ORGASM. If you like meat, that is - which I do. OMG, they keep bringing you skewers of meat for hours! My drink was some type of traditional Brazilian drink which tasted like a cross between a margarita and mojito with lime instead of mint. WOOO - can knock you on your ass if you aren't careful! The dessert cart, well, even though I ate more meat than my body could handle, I still made room for the best chocolate mousse cake I've ever had. I'm going to need to go buy new clothes for getting home because before this trip is over I'm going to have gained 10 pounds. They also played this fun live drum music which has your butt dancing in your chair. We were there for like, 3 hours.

So tomorrow we are skipping out of work early and hitting the Big Apple for a whirlwind tour. I instantly hit it off with a girl I'm training there, and her and her husband are going to show us all the good stuff/places. I can't wait!

Hello, NJ!

OK, where would you like to start? The machine that is supposed to spit out your boarding pass quickly and easily, did not. I annoyed about 12 people. Not my fault. Had to wait 20 min. for someone to help me and she so happily says, "Oh here you are, just a glitch!". I wanted to scratch her eyeballs out. I about had a heart attack. I got to the gate, went to get a coffee with my boss, set it down, and when I turned around, my trench coat sent the coffee flying. Then, once on board, I promptly sat down, and my knee kind of went underneath the arm rest and a bunch of gum got all over my pants. I did get an aisle seat (yay!), but the beverage cart lady spilled OJ on me. I KNOW!

Then there were the old people I sat next to. Get this, they brought their own crackers with OLD, WARM, CRUMBLED BLUE CHEESE. Who brings that kind of stinky ass shit on an airplane? OMFG it smelled like sweaty vomit feet. I thought bringing your own food was forbidden.

Once we got into the Newark terminal, we got to ride on one of those complimentary little inside cars because I'm telling you right now, I wasn't about to walk 20 miles to the car rental place. I am not exaggerating here, GEEZ! Then we got on the train/monorail thingee where we noticed a left behind sack. Oh crap! Bomb! LOL. I took a picture of course, for you know, evidence. I also took a pic of my hotel room bed. Pretty comfy!

So yes, the East Coast has welcomed me. I'm too tired to write anymore, but we had a blast at dinner with our local coworkers. Brasilia. I'll talk about it later. Cool experience.

Newark here I come!

Hopefully I'll survive the flight. It will be the longest one I've ever been on. I'm claustrophobic. And fat.

Nervous Nellie

Not sleeping. Which is good because then I will sleep on the plane. I'm a little keyed up. I will probably be blogging a lot and posting strange, stupid pics. I have no idea what to expect. I'm in unfamiliar territory.

Pouty McPitiful

Wow, I'm beat. Feeling a little strange. I ended up not eating any dinner on my birthday, I just wasn't hungry. My new rule is that I only eat when I'm hungry. As it turns out, I haven't been hungry all that much lately. Which is strange in and of itself if you know me.

I'm getting my hair done early in the morning. I'm taking a big-girl trip and one must have good hair for that. I also have some new big-girl clothes to take with me. I think I'm all set, now I just have to figure out how to get all my shit in a carry-on bag. YIKES. It has to include my work laptop, all my clothes/toiletries, my hair straightener and my camera. Yeah, I know, good luck with that.

Louie is Pouty McPitiful tonight. Mags is her usual self, but Lou is really in tune with me and knows something is up. I'm a little anxious I guess, flying, meeting new people, and some big tasks to accomplish.

Stay tuned, I think this blog will be fairly interesting over the next week. Should I get an "I heart NY" t-shirt? LOL.

This is 38.

I'm 38 today. I am wearing my new leopard shirt, my obnoxiously big earrings and look stoned even though I'm not. I took a picture of myself this morning to mark the occasion. Birthdays have never been anything special for me. I mean, I've only had ONE birthday party bash in my life. That ONE was my 21st birthday a very long 17 years ago. The group picture represents that evening. I am the one with my mouth wide open. (Are you even surprised?) Those are some old friends and people I worked with at the time. I was a waitress getting through college and getting ready to start the Police Academy. I was young and naive and an idealist. Now I'm old, wise and cynical as all hell. That day I didn't work. I remember getting up, getting all pretty, calling my boyfriend (I was dating one of the chefs at the restaurant at the time) and then heading out for quite a party! My friends paid for everything, my steak dinner, all my drinks (and there were plenty) and a hotel room at the Embassy Suites. It was so much fun, a time I'll never forget.

Today? Got up for work, got as pretty as I could, sat in traffic, and at 1:15 I have a doctor's appt. My honey is buying the fixin's, but I'm cooking us dinner. Gotta have my Cajun prawns. And that's it. Last year I just cried on my birthday. A few people have wished me a Happy Birthday, and I have received some nice gifts, but all in all nothing really that exciting. I'm not looking for sympathy or anything (ok maybe a little), I thought I would just write about the jubilee that will (not) be. I guess the good news is that I kind of look the same in the face. I have a few crow's feet blooming and some creases around the mouth, but I have the same hair, less the bangs, and a little shorter. The body, though is so NOT the same. I'm a hurtin' unit in that department. Oh well. Such is life. It's my own damn fault. Although now that I look at the pic closely, I was a little pudgy then, not quite at my best. I would still KILL to have that little pudge. Sigh, it was the beginning of the end. OK, enough of that shit. Happy Birthday to me! It is CrazyDogMamaPalooza today! You all better be nice to me. ;-)

Facebook

GEEEEZ! All you Facebook people have gone bonkers! I had about 400 messages and things to accept and apparently you can get to level 12 in "Mafia Wars" without even knowing how to play! LOL! I don't check my profile very often, perhaps I should. Then, as I am madly accepting Mafia gifts and whatnot, about 10 of my contacts are trying to chat with me at the same time. It was utter chaos...

I need a drink and a cigarette to recover from y'all.

To All the Vets

Happy Veteran's Day to all you Veterans out there. THANK YOU for your sacrifices and courage so that people like me can be free to pursue happiness. Sometimes I wonder if we are truly worth it, there is so much ugliness out there. So much unappreciation.

Headless Chicken

Now that I'm done being a walking methane cloud, I'm running around like a headless chicken trying to get ready for my trip. All the while, my dogs are eating weird mushrooms in the backyard and then puking them back up on the carpet, then getting into the leftover Halloween candy, then finding new places to pee and new ways to piss me off. It's like they KNOW I'm leaving. Now Louie is pouting in the corner. I've never seen such a pitiful face. If you could only see his face in the picture.

The Manwich

NOTE: This is a very feminine post about farting and belching. If those things offend you, please keep reading.

So, I have all of this hamburger meat in my freezer that I have to eat up. I thought, how about Sloppy Joe's? I haven't had a Sloppy Joe for like 20 years. (I pride myself on NOT eating things out of cans.) BUT I broke down my pride and used a can of Manwich sauce. BAD. IDEA. I have been constantly belching and farting for a straight 24 hours. I am NOT kidding. It is BAD. I can't even stand myself. I kept myself awake all night. I am thanking God that my officemate called in sick. It WON'T stop! I am a normal person in this department normally, but crap on a cracker, I could've propelled myself to work this morning without starting the car! Beano does not work. Antacids do not work. I really need this to stop now. Thank you.

Aren't you glad you read my blog?

The Reason, A Scarf and a Hat

First, I'm listening to my iPod again, of course, and you know that song "The Reason" by Hoobastank? The lyrics are actually quite powerful in my opinion. Second, I just purchased a purple and black striped scarf and a white knit hat. I thought they'd be cute for the winter.

Where Am I?

AAG. Went out with mom last night and fell asleep at her house! Didn't know where I was when I woke up! Gotta get home! LOL.

Mama Said Knock You Out

My new Nano iPod, and electric fireplace! Happy girl I am! It is not even my birthday yet! The house is wreck since putting the fireplace in, everything I own is scattered everywhere. It makes me nervous. I don't know why. Things are not clean or organized or neat and it makes me all twitchy. I don't seem to be in an all-out quick hurry to clean it though.

On my iPod, I have a VERY eclectic blend of music. Currently I'm rockin' out to "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J. LOL! I don't get into Rap generally, but I LOVE that song. I like boxing too, which is probably why I like the song. I know ALL the words and sing it out loud. With moves. It makes me feel all macho. It also raises a few eyebrows.

It is official.

My ass is being sent to New Jersey/New York for a week, to work. I booked my flight and Hotel and will arrive at Newark Airport on the 15th. Several things:

1. I am excited because I have never been to the East Coast, and I will get to see (a little bit of) New York. The Mfg. plant is in Jersey where most of my time will be spent, but I will be DAMNED if I am not going to travel to NY when it is only 20 minutes away.

2. The only seats left on the airplane were middle seats. GOD. HELP. ME.

3. My boss is going with me, and I told her that "All work and no play makes Cheryl a pissed off girl". (If you have ever read/seen "The Shining", you know what I mean here.) I said I wanted to see ONE thing in NY and have dinner. Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, whatever, but I HAVE TO see one thing. I may have to shop, too, but I'm not going to push it.

4. Many photos will be taken, even if they are of my feet.

Leave a comment so I won't cry.

Thanks for the nice comments and emails, I thought I was talking to myself there for awhile! I like to blog, but you are all so quiet! I don't blog for comments, but its nice to know I have a few peeps. ;-)

I actually have lots to talk about, but my tummy is upset and I need to rest for awhile. I'll ramble a little later. Just let me know you're out there once in a while, K? I almost shut down the bloggery a couple of times because I started to ask myself why, why do I do this? I still ask myself that, but it is kind of cool to know people do read me. It is motivating!

Thanks again for speaking up and I'll keep up the freak show!

Miss me?

Would you miss me if I were gone?

Confessions

1. I don't always take my makeup off before going to bed. 

2. I love to pop zits. Anyone's. 

3. I love the smell of gasoline. 

4. I have a hard time finishing books. I start one, then start another one, and so on and so on. 

5. I used to be a neat freak, and suddenly I'm a slob and I don't care. 

6. I have never thought that Brad Pitt was good looking. At all. 

7. I get obsessive about certain things and I drive myself crazy.

8. I spend a shitload of money on expensive shampoo/conditioner. 

9. I am very uncomfortable on airplanes and I'm wondering how much Valium I'm gonna have to take on the way to the East Coast. I'm not afraid it will crash; it is the small seat with too many people around. 

10. I can't close a Ziplock bag to save my life.

Big Uglies

I spent the day yesterday on the hunt for good veges to go with all of my meat! I went North to find the famous "Big Uglies". They are these mutant carrots that are the best carrots you will ever eat in your life! They are so sweet and full of flavor. You have to be quick, because all the stands sell out of them so fast. So here is the photo montage of my day. I brought Lou, who was a good boy. Mags can't go on outings like this because she has an anxiety disorder that makes her a complete nightmare in the car. I wanted to get one of those big jars of honey, but I would never eat it all. I ended up getting quite a few pounds of carrots, some miniature sweet onions and some seasonal squash. Lou zonked out in the car on the way back, it was so cute. Making some homemade stew tonight with my veges and meat.