Who Killed Kenny?

CRASH

2005-12-07T08:48:00.000-08:00

So, I'm a cell phone user. I talk on my cell phone more than my home phone, it's the number I give out, I prefer to use my cell phone. I even talk on it when I drive, but only if I have to. However...there are those out there who seem to think that talking on their cell phone while driving is an absolute necessity to the point of being oblivious to everything else around them.

I'm referring to the accident my husband was in Monday afternoon, some jackass ran a red light while talking on his cell phone. My husband slammed into his driver's side door, and two other cars were hit as well. My husband is OK, Thank God, but his car is a total loss. This idiot had the balls to say that my husband ran the red, but the witnesses all pointed out that HE did, and that he was on his phone at the time. Even the police knew it was his fault, it was that obvious.

I find it extremely troubling that there are, at any given time, thousands upon thousands of people talking and driving like this guy was, an accident waiting to happen.

My message to all you cell phone addicts out there: PAY ATTENTION WHEN YOU'RE DRIVING!!!!!!!!!

I need more stuff...not

2005-12-05T11:45:00.000-08:00

So, the weekend came, and the weekend went...and I did next to nothing. What came over me? I had it all planned: I was going to start to declutter my house. A tall order, yes, but I'm not expecting to get it all done in a few days. I know it will take several weeks, if not longer, to do it right.
The only thing I really accomplished was stuffing 3 bags full of old clothes and dropping them at Goodwill.
It's so overwhelming, if I think about it all at once. I think what I need to do is take it one corner of one room at a time.
I'm embarrassed to have people over, there's so much clutter...so much paper...so much junk. I'm not a disorganized person in my head, just in my house, my car, my purse...OK. I'm disorganized.
I've always been this way.
I'm tired of it.
I WILL declutter!!! My sanity depends on it!!!

FOF

2005-12-02T04:30:00.000-08:00

Today is FOF. What's FOF, you ask? Fuck off Friday. I'm always glad to see Fridays roll around, but there's always a part of me that has lost all patience with my job, co-workers, and regular weekday routine by FOF. Fuck off Friday gives me permission to tell anyone to "fuck off" if I feel they deserve it. (Of course, depending on who it is, I may do it straight to their face or silently behind their backs as they leave my office).
My week usually progresses this way:

Mother-Fucker Monday: The Mother Fucker of all work days.
Asshole Tuesdays: Slightly less intense than MFM, but AT still has the potential to suck balls at any given time.
What the Fuck Wednesday: "Hump Day" as many people may call it, but I'm usually too tired for that...WTF.
Shitkickin' Thursday: My "weekend brain" starts to take over and kick the shit out of any productive thinking.
Fuck-off Friday: See above.

I don't hate my job, I tolerate it. I just would rather be doing something else. (Wouldn't anyone?)

In my "spare time" (right, what's that?) I'm an actor. I just finished a successful 13-show run of a play here in Milwaukee. Acting is what I've always wanted to do. But, unless you're Julia Roberts, making 20 million a picture, supporting a family with an acting career is difficult. But I do it because I love it; it's my passion. THANK GOD my reviews were good in the press. I was terrified about that...

What are you passionate about?
What have you always wanted to do?
...Or are you doing it???

Just Scoot Down a Little More, Please...

2005-12-01T11:12:00.000-08:00

So, it's that time of year... the Annual Exam. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. It's uncomfortable, to say the least, lying there with your butt hanging off the end of the table, totally exposed...frankly, if I'm going to be in that position I'd prefer it to be for recreational purposes...

But it's a necessary evil, I suppose. I just had my exam, and I'm glad to have it over with. I like my doctor, though, he's very personable. He's a tad too chatty for me, though, speculum in hand, as if it were an ordinary object, like a book or something. (Thank God they're not the same shape...) And I adore the Paper Dress Chic. Today it was particularly chilly in the exam room and I had a cool breeze blowing down my back as I waited for him to come in. But I lost 4 pounds over the last year!

Ah, to be a Woman...