Why is this repeating itself. Damn, I'm busy at work.
Damn, I also have a Saturday to myself and nothing to do. I am pretty tired, so I may do some maintenance work. Facial, pedicure, long bath, read a book. Sleep by myself. No one so far good enough to sacrifice my bed to.
I know you all miss me. NOT!
I am missing your kisses.
I am missing your voice.
I am missing your touch.
I am missing us.
I am missing me.
I am missing everything and nothing.
I am missing you missing me.
Anyway, just wanted to pop in and say hi. Nothing of interest going on. Just various internet doofs being weird and aloof. I think I may pull up all of my ads. They are weirding me out.
Zoe is well, by the way, thanks for asking.
Cell phone convo with her dad:
Zoe: Hi Daddy. How oldie are you?
Zoe to Mommy: Daddy is four and three, mommy. Daddy is four three.
Four
FUCKING
Three
I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord. (Blind Boys of Alabama - Great CD)
Zoe was good in church. I was finally able to concentrate on what was going on. She acted up a little and stuck her hand in my blouse to look at my pink bra strap, but other than that was a little angel.
oh, oops, she did lay on her back and stick her ass up in the air. Wearing a dress with no bloomers, she showed our entire section her little orange gap undies.
Since she was good though, I promised to take her to the toy store. I got her a barbie. A generic one, but she has sunglasses and long blonde hair.
Zoe also saw this really cool Barbie corvette. It's pink and remote controlled. Since I never had anything this sweet, I bought it for her with my babysitting money. Who needs Prada shoes when you can buy a pink corvette.
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Homework at 3 years old? Yep. Every Friday. She had a few papers to fill out.
My name is: Zoe Katherine Teressa
My address is:
My phone number is:
The number of people in my family is:
[aside]
I had a hard time trying to figure out what to say for that one. It's really just me and Zoe, but she considers all of her cousins to be her brothers and sisters. I have 6 siblings, they all have nine kids among them (and some half siblings there).
My daughter also has 4 half siblings from her dad. She's never met any of these.
So my family is really her extended family.
It got so confusing that I left it at 2. Me and Z. Z and me.
I can't wait to see her tonight. I might take her to the Beyonce movie since she is so obsessed with it and she loved Cuba Gooding Jr. in snow dogs. She might dig it.
Back to the homework...
When I want to grow up I want to be:
Mommy: Zoe, what do you want to be when you grow up? (last time she said a Queen AND a Princess)
Zoe: A kickmaster
Mommy: What?
Zoe: A kickmaster. Like Jackie Chan. Then she starts to do some karate moves with her little hands. It's totally adorable.
Mommy: You mean a kickboxer?
Zoe: Yeah, like Jackie. She starts kicking and doing her little karate moves.
I think I'm going to buy her a karate outfit for Halloween.
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I started my kickboxing again in the mornings. I have been beyond late to work, but I hope they understand that if I don't get my diabetes in check, uh, I'll be dead.
Deb_u: Sorry, chief, I can't come in today. I'm calling in dead.
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Some internet dating lately, but no horror stories. I've talked to Dr. E a few times, but usually he's been busy. He turned 40 this week, and I sent him a card and a CD of the Buenavista Social Club.
I called on his birthday.
Deb_u: Hi honey. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. You did remember it's your birthday; I mean I know you're getting old and all and alzheimers is kicking in.
He was laughing. He said he did forget it was his birthday. He was very surprised that I remembered and touched that I phoned him. He called me honey. I miss him, and I can tell he misses me too. Oh well. Too bad he doesn't miss me enough to phone me.
I'M SOOOO LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND!!!
They are magically delicious!
Quote:
The Lone Ranger & Tonto are camping in the desert, have set up their tent, and are asleep. Some hours later the Lone Ranger wakes his faithful friend. "Tonto, look up at the sky & tell me what you see."
Tonto replies, "Me see millions of stars."
"What does that tell you?" asks The Lone Ranger.
Tonto ponders for a minute. "Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies & potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn's in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all powerful & we are small & insignificant. Meterogically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What it tell you, Kemo Sabi?"
The Lone Ranger is silent for a moment, then says, "Tonto, you idiot, it means someone stole our tent.
Sometimes you have to look a little smaller.
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I love to bust my ex husband in a lie. He's pathological. He's an idiot. It's confirmed.
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Well my date with Samsom was ok. He was a little aggressive for my tastes. My body was down with it, but my mind and heart are not. I am still hurtin. Maybe it's too soon for me to be dating. It's definitely too soon to be having sex.
I don't know if I can handle this.
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Big babysitting weekend. I'm not up for it, but I'll do it. I love my sisters so much. Two 3's and a 6 year old tonight. Two 3's and a 10 month old tomorrow. I just want to babysit the baby. It's nice just to only have one and sit and be quiet and let her fall asleep on you. They smell so good.
She's adorable and has the best personality. What an enjoyable baby. I love that little sweetie.
Ok, off to lunch.
Don't overanalyze your life. LIVE IT!
(Deb_u take your own advice, you shithead)
This, this is why I love the internet:
My yahoo profile says that I edit porn magazines by the way. It's much more interesting sounding than what I actually do for a living. Plus, I get all the freaks to come out and play.
I'm not changing the names here because this guy was such a lame-o.
bigdickpussyeatingbastard: which magazines are you the editor for
deb_u_: Bigdickpussyeatingbastard Journal and Fuckedupname digest
bigdickpussyeatingbastard: well your no prize winning beauty queen yourself
deb_u_: actually I am
deb_u_: I've been in pagents for most of my life
deb_u_: I have about 16 titles and tons of trophies
bigdickpussyeatingbastard: no i've seen your pic
deb_u_: well, then you must be able to see how beautiful I am
bigdickpussyeatingbastard: lets just say it would take a very dark room and a lot of beer for me to fuck you
bigdickpussyeatingbastard: now go away
[aside] editorial comment:
HERE IS WHEN I FINALLY GO LOOK UP HIS YAHOO "ADULT" PROFILE. HMMMM....LEMME GUESS.... IT'S GOING TO BE A PICTURE OF HIS "MEMBER" BINGO!! YEAH, THE DICK SHOT. OH BOY. COME ON OVER NOW. I WANT YOU SO MUCH. I'M SORRY, FELLAS, BUT GENITALIA ARE NOT REALLY ALL THAT ATTRACTIVE. I DON'T MIND SEEING IT UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL, BUT NO, I REALLY DON'T WANT MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOU TO BE YOUR TEENY WEENIE OR YOUR UH, BIG COCK!!
ok, back to our story...
deb_u_: omg
deb_u_: YOU CALL THAT A DICK
deb_u_: WTF IS THAT
deb_u_: a sock puppet?
deb_u_: and you need a manicure
deb_u_: shit talker
deb_u_: your name should be bigpussydickeatingbastard
deb_u_: FAG
deb_u_: no, wait, that's an insult to good fags everywhere
deb_u_: *note to audience here* see, the little pussy asshole tries to talk smack, but truly is just a lame, jerking off cuntmeiser.
deb_u_: Big shithole must have put me on ignore.
deb_u_: ah, bliss
deb_u_: (I wonder if this little trick knows he's the next entry into my journal)
I only hope he comes back for more. Fag. I think I'm going to approach him with my other profile names. Heeeee I'm bored.
I do so love the internet. We all can be freaks.
Mattie baby, you're hot!!
ok, adorable older man now is Samsom.
Why this name?
Thanks to Mattie.
Sam = Sam Elliott - an actor with the way way sexy voice
som = sexy older man. which, um, yummy, he is.
We have a date tonight and I'm hoping for nice weather. We are going to a high school football game. How cute is that?
I sort of played hooky today. I need some rest. I'm tired and I have the sniffles a bit. I'm at that point where if I don't slow down a little I can get really sick pretty easily. (diabetics - very bad immune system) I have been working my ass off for two weeks. Bringing work home. An extra 2-3 hours a day on to my already incredibly long day.
I went and had a manicure and a pedicure. I also got *yikes* another haircut... except... it's CUTE. She cut it, but it actually looks longer. I don't look as much like the Brady Bunch mom shag/lesbo chick. I nearly colored it, but I said I did enough for one day. Hoping I can fix it myself. It kind of looks like Lisa Rinnas. She hardly cut any of it, but she blended it a little bit. I'm still growing it out though. Once she fixed it she was shocked. I came in with a baseball hat on, and she was amazed that I have such nice hair. It was nice to get all that done. I feel very relaxed. I need more days like these.
Blond wigs. hmmm.... anyway
So, I'll report later.
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Today is the start of more being good to Deb_u days. It's all about well being.
Today is 9/11. I love you all.
And it's still not the same withoutcha sandals!!
Faint now; I had a date tonight.
The adorable older man and I met for a drink.
He is adorable
He's hilarious
He's incredibly intelligent
He's taller
He's cool about Zoe
He's very good looking in a cute kinda nerdy way
He's Catholic and will go to church with me
He's got an excellent job
He asked me out again
He calls when he says he'll call
And he's got the sexiest voice ever
EVER
A quick kiss that could and should have lasted longer.
When I met him all I could think about is why didn't I meet someone like this before I screwed up my life and married the idiot?
This is the kind of man I should be with.
I'm moving with it then.
Damnit, someone come up with a fun pseudonym, because I think I will be writing about him more.
Hoping so.
I'll just keep posting lame shit until I have something interesting to say.
Quote:
As I've Matured
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge boobs.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you know.
I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.
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I placed a yahoo personal ad. I can't access it here, so I'm not going to post the link for you to lust after me. The headline reads:
Quote:
SEXY HIPPY CHICK GONE CORPORATE
So far have a few responses. I may have a date Thursday with this adorable older man. I'm diggin him. I'll think of a nickname later. I'm taking suggestions if you want to PM me.
Dr. E *sigh* still love him with all my soul. But I can't love someone who doesn't love me. It's just not practical.
Maybe one day it will all be good for me. Until then, I'm still moving.
Submit to The Head!
Quote:
While attending a marriage seminar on communication, Wally and his wife Carolyn listened to the instructor declare, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."
He addressed the men, "Can you describe your wife's favorite flower?"
Wally leaned over, touched Carolyn's arm gently and whispered, "Pillsbury All-Purpose, isn't it?"
And thus began Wally's life of celibacy.
Merry Christmas.
Live
Learn
Don't fuck it up
Too fucking busy with work to post. Five documents out in two days along with a letter that has 10 attachments (8 huge engineering figures)
FUCK
THE
MAN
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No posts because I still don't know what I want to do. People have been really dicky around here and no matter what anyone says, they don't really want us here. Sugar is right, Oldlady, Burns, Lori, Minou, Gypsy are right. It's a fake community and the fights are stupid as hell, but in all reality I have no business here (me personally, not all non-improvisers). They are just right about that. And I've always said so. I just don't like when people treat me like an asshole. I may suck but I'm not a jerk.
I am not, nor will I ever be, an improviser. I dig it. I'd like to learn it. I respect it. I like most of the people that do it, but it doesn't matter to them. I fucking don't belong, and I never will.
If I didn't have my Zoe, I probably would move to NYC to see what's up in my hometown. Yes, fuckers, I am a fourth generation New Yorker. Shizzle that my nizzles.
I like smart people, I dislike 14 year olds who hit on me and say whazup, how r u?
I just like my Off-Topic Journal community is why I am still on the fence.
I started a diaryland account, but it's just not the same. No sense of community. If I could figure out where I belong, I'd go there.
If anyone has suggestions (it has to be someplace that isn't blocked by my work), I'd say vaya con dios in a heartbeat.
The majority wants us to go. I don't fit in with the renewed focus. Fact.
movin, movin, movin
although this will never ever ever ever change my love/lust for Mullaney.
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No Dr. E. Fuck fucker fuck
I love you = I'll never call you again. Ever.
Four weeks now.
Movin' on. Movin' on.
The story of my life lately.
I still, and will FOREVER, suck.
suckitude
I like hip hop and I have no idea why. I'm the whitest chick there is.
Off for a few beers with Lara.
My name is Deb_u and I could easily .....
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p.s. who was mullaney referring to when he said a "journaler" was reported dead last year. I'm curious as to who The Lord God is.