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Friday, July 10th, 2009
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4:23 am - I called it about 7 years ago.
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Back in the day, when I was regularly doing talk radio, I talked about outsourcing. This was a hot-button issue for me. People told me that I was buying into fear propaganda, and whatnot. Just as they did when I would talk about Islamic terrorists and illegal immigrants and socializing health care.
(Give me a sec... there is a reason I brought all this up.)
Today, Kyle woke me up.
He looked at me a little oddly.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm having a weird day."
"Okay..."
I proceeded to get up and do my normal on-scale-off-scale-on-scale-off-scale, brush my teeth, clean out my ears, yadda yadda.
Booted up my computer.
Grabbed a Diet Mt Dew and 2 cigs to wake up.
"So, do you want the bad news now, or after you finish with your schoolwork?"
"Yeah, like I can focus on pharmacology when you say something like that... give it to me now."
Turns out, Sprint is outsourcing 6000 jobs in September, and his is one of them.
This sucks, because I'm not bringing an income in at this point.
I smoked a cig without saying a word... because there's a chance we won't be able to afford my cigs in a few months, so I might as well enjoy them while I can.
Yes, I called it.
However.
There is little solace in that.
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(35 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009
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5:55 am - Just a slice of my night.
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| Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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9:44 am - Wow. Just. Wow.
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Okay, so I went and did the Poker Night at Patrick's thing. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) yaqui (who's now lost an impressive 96 lbs!) and thanis_bloodsto were also in attendance.
I ate, to the point of being stuffed... a huge-ass salad, hot dogs, and some ginormous Cheeto balls!
It's a good thing we weren't playing Risk, because luck was not on my side tonight. I know I wouldn't have been able to take Brazil.
Anyhoo... I got home and found this email from earlylight. Dawn is one of my longest-lasting internet friends, and she knew me even when I lived in Nebraska.
Well, shortly ago, I'd posted about making it 5 years in the National Weight Loss Registry, and she asked about some photos I sent her way back when.
"Your before and after pics are impressive, but these really show the difference."
I didn't have them.
But, Miss Dawn did.
You guys have never seen these. Two of the three feature Connor at only 3 years old.
All of them feature me being a fatty Nebraska hausfrau.
Oh, and there's a horrid poem called "Death of a Housewife" that I wrote back then.
( Enjoy, if you wish. )
**Thank you, Dawn. You rock for holding on to this stuff!**
Oh, and today's Jack's 8 Tracks?
"The Moon List."
HOWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL!
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(29 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Monday, July 6th, 2009
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12:54 am - 15 Years.
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Soooo... 15 years ago today, I was a maiden, an unmarried woman, a miss instead of a "Mrs." A girl instead of a "ma'am."
Well, fast forward to today.
I woke up.
Grabbed a cig and a Diet Mountain Dew. Told Kyle I needed to wake up before any interaction.
Finished that.
"So, you want your present?" I asked.
"Yeah. Just so you know, I had no idea what to get you."
( Gifts and pics, etc of how we spent the anniversary, a weird coincidence, too... all behind the cut. )
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(50 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Saturday, July 4th, 2009
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3:46 am - Weirdest thing.
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I know I haven't been posting much, and I know when I posted last night, it was also about a Joy Chat.
But we were talking. She likes to have the TV on in the background.
"Sooners!" she cried out.
"Yeah?"
"It's a game from October of 2007. Sooners vs Mizzou."
"Wait... mid October?"
"Yeah."
"Game in Norman?"
"Yeah."
"Nighttime game?"
"Yeah."
Oh, lawdie!!
"Joy, I was at that game!"
I made her get onto my LJ entry from that very game!
What a fun little weird coincidence.
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(6 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Friday, July 3rd, 2009
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3:53 am - Joy, you know I love you, but I have to share...
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I was on the phone with sanajoy, when she mentioned all the ten bajillion stars she saw in the desert sky on a trip a few years back to the Mojave Desert.
"Yeah, I can kindof relate," I said. "When I was in Brazil, we were just outside this little village called Recife, and at night, we could see all the stars. It wasn't just incredible for how clearly we could see them. We also saw constellations we'd never seen before."
"How cool, and how weird," Joy said.
"Yeah, and not only that, but when I was down there, the toilets flushed in the wrong direction."
"What?!? Like they flushed... up?"
I swear, I thought I was going to lose an inner organ, I was laughing so hard.
Joy-Bee, I love you, but that was so retardedly cute that it's way beyond funny!
And since it's technically July 3rd, Happy 14th Birthday to the kiddo!
(When did I get old enough to have a 14-yr old?!?)
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| Thursday, June 25th, 2009
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12:10 am - Joy-Bee and I? We were a-dreamin...
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I was on the phone with sanajoy, when food came up (namely, she'd gone to KFC).
"Ooooh, that reminds me. I had a dream about you," I said.
"Wait, today?"
"Yeah."
"Weird. I dreamed about you, too."
"Okay, let me tell you mine, and then I want to hear yours."
"K."
"We were in my kitchen, and I was fixing this huge-ass salad. Iceberg lettuce, fresh spinach, bacon, shredded cheddar, cucumber, diced tomato. And I went to the fridge to get the ranch dressing. But it wasn't there. You started laughing.
"Haha, I hid it. If you don't have ranch, you can't have your salad! Tee hee!!"
Joy started laughing. "What the hell?"
"I know, right? You've never done anything mean to me--ever--but you were a downright bitch in my dream! So what was your dream?"
"You and I were going to this Catholic school," she began, "and we wanted to go to a game, but we couldn't get in. I saw my brother sitting in the stands, and he smirked at me. I looked back, and you were gone. I couldn't find you."
"You know where I was?"
"Where, Nikki-Bee?"
"I was probably off trying to find some ranch dressing!"
Oh, good times.
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(12 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Friday, June 19th, 2009
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5:03 am - Five years, baybee!!
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Let's take a trip back in time.
Back in 2002, I was a lot bigger than I am now.
Now, that might sound like a cool thing to say, if you don't realize I'm talking about weight.
I actually got up to 174. Health problems were rampant, and I decided to do something about it, and within 9 months, I'd lost 50 lbs, and was down to 124.
Now, several of you (I can't believe you guys have been with me this long) suggested that I apply to be part of the National Weight Control Registry, a 5-yr-long study on what --then-- was people who'd successfully kept 50 lbs off for over a year, though now the requirement has dropped down to keeping 30 lbs off for a year.
Anyway, I did. And I was accepted into the research program.
Today, I received the dreaded (will get to that in a sec) yearly questionnaire.
With it, though, was a letter.
FIVE YEARS!!!
(And even now, I'm actually down 64 lbs from what I was back then.)
Now, I hate filling out these packets, because they always ask about eating habits and exercise. I haven't exercised in years. And as far as eating habits go? At best, I get on my food kicks and eat the same thing over and over again. At worst, I don't eat every day.
So I always end up feeling like a freak when I fill these forms out.
But one thing I can feel good about?
I have maintained my weight loss for over five years. Evidently, that's sort of a rarity.
Hell, shouldn't I get a chip or a coin or something for this? Wait, this isn't an AA meeting... nevermind.
Go me 'n chit.
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(50 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Monday, June 15th, 2009
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3:40 am - Here's a way to make your wife feel good.
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Go out of town for the weekend.
When you come back, tell her how the Omaha waitresses are stupid, but at least they've got one thing going for them--they weigh under 90 pounds.
And then tell her she's a fatty, despite being 112 lbs, which is well within her weight range.
Oh, yes, my life is lovely.
At least I aced my test on pluralizing medical terminology.
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(74 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Saturday, June 6th, 2009
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5:13 am - Joy-Bee, *Squee!!!*
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Thank you soooo much for the package.
I don't know what you were worried about with the tee... it fit just fine, and the collar is not jacked up, as you feared it was.
Soooo sooooo comfy.
And am also wearing the Irish charm as I type this.
*Loves the package. Loves it.*
(Wrote more about the package as a whole in the hard-copy JoyBook... but yeah, this was mucho appreciated today!)
(Oh, and to the rest of LJ-land... I finally had a good dream. I was in a grocery store, chowing down on Sprites out of those old bottles they used to have in the 1970s, the thick, glass, green ones with the indented polka-dots... and strawberry shortcakes. I was just about to take a bite of the shortcake, when a stockboy came down the aisle. I froze like a deer caught in headlights, because I was skeered of being busted for A)being a pig, and B)not having paid for the stuff I was pigging out on. So there I am, food-to-face, frozen, and he says:
"Relax. You look like you could use a treat."
Wow. Finally a good dream. First one in weeks.)
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(12 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Friday, June 5th, 2009
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2:38 am - Oh, noes!
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I don't know what's going on, but the past two nights, I keep dreaming I'm about to die.
2 nights ago, it was that I was being forced to down some poisoned pills by a serial killer who was stalking me.
Last night? I was on a plane that was taking a nose-dive.
What the hell, people? I'm wishing I was back to nightmares about ghosts or tornadoes or my family telling me I was too fat to eat, while they gorged on a feast like Holocaust victims returning to civilization.
I think my brain is on crack.
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(19 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
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2:29 am - Ummm... what?!?
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Connor was leaving to spend the night with his friend, Wayne. (This was the kid, at age six, who would always start every sentence with, "Um, Connor's mom?")
Wayne pokes his head around the corner.
"Bye, Slut."
"Excuse me?!?"
Evidently, they were talking about moms and whatnot.
Connor showed him my SLUT shirt.
Wayne said I was cool because I'm a Sooners fan and that his mom would never wear something like that. And listen to "cool" music. Yadda yadda.
She dresses like a soccer-mom, evidently.
I schooled him. Edjamacated that you don't talk to girls that way, no matter what they wear. It was friendly, though. We got into a convo about how we both love logo tees and hoodies.
So, in the end, it was all good.
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(22 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
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6:47 am
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| Friday, May 15th, 2009
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12:22 pm
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Kyle tells me that Lucky brought him a prize.
It was a dead baby rabbit.
He doesn't think Lucky killed it, because Molly was the one with blood on her chin.
I asked him later, "What did you do with the dead bunny?"
He tells me he double-bagged it and put it in the big bin.
"I am not taking out the trash this week. Dead Bin Bunny creeps me out."
"K."
It's so weird... Dead Bin Bunny would make a good....
"Ya know... 'Dead Bin Bunny' would be a cool name for a band. Or Dead Bunnies in a Bin."
Yes, that was my first thought.
My second?
I think I've been hanging out with metalheads too much.
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(21 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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2:12 am
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Okay, folks, contrary to popular belief, I have not, actually, fallen off the face of the earth.
I've just been busy with life, the universe, and everything.
Anyway, here is a post. It's a Poker Nite post.
Pics and whatnots are behind the cut.
( Read more... )
Psssst, Ward, did you hear the Jack's 8 Tracks?
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| Thursday, April 23rd, 2009
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9:49 am
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Even after almost 20 years of not playing it, I can still hold my own at the game of Risk.
Played it tonight with Brian, Troy, and Patrick.
Brazil was mine!!! (I was determined and shit, yo.)
I didn't win, but I came in second. (I'm not the only one who was surprised that I wasn't first man down.)
Brian was out first. "I'm going to knock him out for the greater good," Troy said.
Then came Patrick.
Then it was Troy vs Nikki.
Slowly, but surely, he got me.
But I tell you, it wasn't quickly done.
Yeah, until I was totally killed off, I held my own.
And pirate metal was the music.
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(23 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
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10:57 pm
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I was watching an episode of "My Boys" this evening.
During said episode, Stephanie walks in and says she's writing an article for Cosmo called "What He's up to when You're not Around." She wants to follow the boys, being a ghost and just observing. They're resistant. But when she offers to buy them lunch, whatever they want, they agree.
"Cool. I'll be like Dianne Fossey."
One of the guys laughs, saying, "That's funny."
The rest of the poker table looks confused.
"She was a lady who watched chimps doing what they do for a living."
"What did they do?" Kenny asks.
"They were chimps."
"Well, did they build stuff?"
"Um, no. They were chimps."
"Then what did they do for a living?"
Okay, that hit me just right. Was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face.
Love those moments.
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(15 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Sunday, April 12th, 2009
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1:31 am
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So Anthony came over tonight.
'Twas a good time. We talked old times, listened to old sound clips of when we used to do the show together. And we caught up on what both of us have been up to lately.
It was the first time I've seen him in years, and it was good times.
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(12 bottles of beer on the wall | Take one down, pass it around)
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| Saturday, April 11th, 2009
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4:16 am
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It has been the weirdest week. I don't know if it's because there was a full moon, or if there's something in the air, but people I haven't talked to in forever have been coming out of the woodwork.
There was Andy, Shawn, and Lou...
And Anthony.
Anthony and I used to do a radio show called "Wave Station X."
It was a mix of politics and Howard-Stern-esque funsies... one of my favorite repeats was this...
"Guys, when you hold your woman tonight, tell her that you're glad you settled for her."
"Anthony! That is soooo not what any woman wants to hear. 'I settled for you'?!?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong with that."
Anyway, talked to him tonight.
As it turns out, he not only calls me his "Wave Station X Wife" (heh, I love that!), but he also won't date a woman if she doesn't have what he named "The Nikki Factor," meaning that she won't stand up and call him out on his bullshit.
Heh, good times.
Anyway, as it turns out, he's back in town.
Might be coming over tomorrow night.
Good times.
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| Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
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12:03 pm - It was another Poker Night at Patrick's.
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