7.28.2008

I hate the Bus

Technically I wasn’t thrown under the bus. I stood in front of the bus and then the two co-workers drove a Mac truck into the back of the bus thus running me over with the bus.

Tsk
Tsk
Tsk

I guess I will take some responsibility for positioning myself in front of said bus.

But!!!

It still does not diminish the fact that I was run over by the beast of mediocrity and the burden of negativity when they slammed into the bus!!
Co-conspirators, I say!!

I am watching my back until its safely planted on the beach next to some gorgeous Greek God lovingly spreading sun tan lotion, with the protection of SPF 30, to protect me from being burned.

Wish I had SPF for the office!!

Thank God my final day is official now and I have already booked my trip to the French Riviera where I will bask in the sun and forget that I ever was surrounded by four walls, 2 fluorescent lights, 1 plant, and the solid void of white noise.




Blondes always look for the best way out!!

7.27.2008

What Co-workers?!

Wax On

wax off

Wax on

Wax off...



After spending an exceptionally narly weekend waxing my board and playing on the surf in Cali..this Blonde Betty could care less about what happened last week at work.

But give me tomorrow and you will have the dish and the cake too!!


Blondes are riding way to high today!!!

7.24.2008

Float Like a butterfly



sting like a bee...

not every Muslim is out to get you and me!!


and I think the Rapture is silly!!!

Poof!

Poof!!

Poof!!


Fundamentalists and Extremists have a lot to learn!!



The Blonde just wants positive change!!

Et Tu Brute?

I am out of the blogger sphere today nursing knife wounds in my back.



On tomorrows show:

Coworkers..Beast and Burden!!!!!!



Blondes will go out in a Blaze of Glory!!

7.23.2008

Take a Moment

Breathe

An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it

Mahatma Gandhi


Release

Breathe

I will not let fools bother me today at work

Release


Blondes will breathe zen more times!!

Ante Up

My queer cat Goose is now into ants. The nap sack fondling feline has resorted to snorting ants from a tree and then eating them. He sits under the tree they crawl upon, until he has finished the very last one.

After snorting ants he retires to the garage where his beloved nap sack sits in a basket and he makes sweet love to it for about half and hour, and then he falls asleep for the day.

Goose is actually a prize winning maine coon cat so we give him a break from being weird considering all the inbreeding in his family and the fact I bought him from a drunk for $5. I left him at my parents about 4 years ago and I no longer claim ownership. I am hoping to do the same with the rest of the lot.

So...

My diabolical plan to leave everyone of my furry little begotten beasts at my parents house is working. I have systematically integrated them into the daily routine of retired old foke, except for Lela.

My Father hates little Miss Lela Pelina.

Miss Lela was caught on a highway after I shut down two lanes of traffic to chase and catch her. She was a tough get.For being born from pauper cats she is actually quite intelligent.

But..

She is a chatter box. She loves to talk way too much!!

You can barely shut her up sometimes. Especially when she complains her food was not delivered in a timely fashion or when she disapproves of the flavor of the can.

She will snub the meal.

Then she will snub you.

Then she will cry all night outside your window because she is hungry.

If you don't let her in she gets increasingly louder through the night. A double paned thermo nuclear window couldn't shush her screeching meow!

Moving on...

Sophie is the Twinkie eating trailer trash beauty weighing in at a delectable 26 lbs.
She is quite wily for one her size. She has to be, to get past the gates and doors of the exteriors and wiggle her behind to the end of the hall where well groomed guest rooms await her for a daily nap. She mixes up the room as to hide from my Father.

We pay the maid off to keep quiet. I am not above understanding my Father's dismay about the whole affair especially when Miss Sophie has a penchant for scooting her bum across the wool carpet, which is the reason for paying off the maid. Someone has to clean the skid print.

Its sooo gross!!

But hysterically funny when you catch her!!

Sophie has to be an indoor kitty in the summertime heat, especially in Texas.
If you put her outside she will explode!


and were moving on...


Peppy La Pew. My most fave feline of all because he is species confused and hops like a bunny. I think its because I found him in a shoe box in a trash can and he was probably depleted of air.
He loves to lay in bed and kneed my hair and if you pet him for awhile his tongue will drift out of his mouth and dangle.


To this day I would like to pummel the culprit that thought throwing a baby kitten away in the trash was OK.!!

Anyhoo...

I just hope my Father doesn't decide to give them to Goodwill while I am in the midst
of gallivanting around the country at the end of this summer!!



Blondes would hate to lose her friends while away!!

7.21.2008

I am not Dear freaking Abby

but I know when to toss in the towel when it comes to dating and I am fairly certain everyone else has an idea too. No one is that blind not even a Blonde. If you
catch yourself complaining about another person's head games..its because they are playing head games!!


No ifs..

No ands...

No buts...

Head games are easy to catch and once you catch it if you choose to continue playing along you are no longer a victim, you are a willing participant in the game.

So ask yourself, and you can use Dr. Phil's voice in your head when asking, what is so fun about the game that you can't jump off the sidelines and end it?


If you don't want to listen to me...

Maybe this is the time you should pull out your Sun Tzu's 'Art of War' and blow the twenty years of dust its been accumulating since you were first inspired to read it...


I believe that would have been after you watched the movie 'Wall Street'. Read the
first paragraph of Chapter One entitled Winning Whole.

Here, I made it easy for you. Read the following:


To win whole means to win with your resources and your objective intact.
Any other result means you have at least partly failed at your mission. When
you fight, you fight for something of value, and should you destroy yourself
or that something of value while fighting to obtain it, then you have lost
your real purpose for fighting


Now ask yourself what do you win in the end?


All warfare is based on deception and when you use jealousy tactics to further your campaign and she uses sexual manipulation maneuvers to gain tactical advantage over you, in essence you have already destroyed the thing that is most valuable..trust and respect and honor for each other.

This is not love, this is war!!

Even a dumb Blonde that doesn't have the skinny on Dubai knows that!!


So why fight for something that has no value in the end?

Before Heaven and Earth, there was
something undefined yet complete,
formless, alone, constant, everywhere
and untiring, the mother of all things.
I know not its name so I name it “the
Way of life.” I should prevail to call it
great, for it is in constant flow, becoming
remote yet returning in a circle.
Therefore the Way is great; Heaven is
great; Earth is great; and a wise Blonde is
also great.
In the universe, these are the four great
things.
Man takes his law from the Earth; the
Earth takes its law from Heaven; Heaven
takes its law from the Way; the law of
the Way being what it is.



You have made the Blonde very tired!!

Wrong Guy, Wrong Boat

just wrong, wrong , wrong....

and that is all I have to say about this weekend.


The Blonde did not navigate well!!!

7.18.2008

Blonde Moment 380

I was almost blinded by a Nilla wafer crumb!!

Don't ask!!

Single File...

Single Row...

For Singles!!

The stools along the bar or not for married men. Get your committed arse over to the table section of the bar. I don't mind you being in the bar but don't be at the bar. Don't be wasting my time talking to me about your wife or your children. I am not your therapist.

Don't waste my time or the stool. Don't ask for me to stroke your ego when I am paying for my own drinks.

Don't sit by me. I could be flirting and conversing with single cuties down the row and they could move closer to me and purchase me a libation which you won't because that would be wrong, right?

Do not sit by temptation.

Do not ask for me to make you feel attractive so you can go home and shag your wife.

Do not sit near me.


Also if your a single dude hanging with a married dude, you must default to the outskirts of the bar as well. Nothing worse than a married man poking his biz in the single style of his mate. Married men do not get to live vicariously through their solo friend's mojo or Johnson.

One more thing...

Don't sit by me!!


Blondes don't want reserved seating!!

7.17.2008

Maximum Effort

I went in search today for the perfect little Maxi (floor length summer dress) and designer flip flops for my summer trip to the South of France.

I finally found two of the most perfect dresses at Neiman's Last Call.

Bonus!!

I love getting a $450 dress for $120. Even better getting two at that price!! The great thing about the new maxi dress is that it is floor length which will aid in hiding my white collar legs from the crowd at Grov tonight.

A summer tan can not be properly maintained just on weekends and I am faded out by the flouresents by the end of the week...

Im a cracker :(

A bumpy white Saltine!

Barely toasted!

But the loss of tan, lack of boating, and the many, many margaritas that were not consumed to win a bet with my Father has finally paid off!!

I faced the challenge and I won. As of the end of this week I can proudly say I kept an office job for one year and proved to El Pappa, for once and for all, that I am honestly happier being a poor writer over that of a successful business woman.

I can see him shaking his head in disgust as he views my decision as a total lack of responsibility and when am I going to grow up..blah, blah, blah...

Pay up Daddy, you lost the bet and I will need the money for New York!!

I am taking a big bite out of the apple and making a sweet, sweet life with love, literature, and the pursuit of fabulous dresses at Filene's basement!!


Blondes know where their priority lies!!

7.16.2008

The is Match Over!!

Not that I am keeping score but as I was shutting down my profile I couldn't help but reflect on my numbers

30 Days
3718 views
177 winks
394 emails
143 I didn't read
64 returned

and

8 men transferred to my regular email
6 have my phone number
4 didn't make it
3 became friends
2 are still a possibility

and the rest is history...

at least for finding love on the internet...

I think next time, if after all this trouble I am alone, I will pluck the plant from the old fashion root and find him in a bar or join a gym and run the treadmill in my spandex. Its just as much work but with the benefit of staying tone.

So for my holiday away from dating I am going to finish the articles my publishers keep screaming about, lay by the pool, scour the internet for a 3 month sublet in NYC
and plan for my August get-away!!

and

just

maybe

if the stars are aligned properly

in the sky

one of those felly's with my celly

will become beau bonded!!



Blondes are romantically inclined on holiday!!