My Boring Life

I'm back, I'm mean, and I'm misunderstood

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:27:00 +0000

I really dislike being misunderstood. I think that is why I am so drawn to the movie Rebel Without a Cause. The main character was simply misunderstood. He was misunderstood by classmates, his friends, and the arresting officer. The only thing that really understood him was the wind-up monkey. Dean's character, Jim Stark, understood everybody else. He knew his Dad wore the dress, mom wore the pants, and the grandmother was the source of discontent. He was honest about his circumstances. No one else gave Jim Stark the same honest perspective. What thrills me is when someone really gets me. I always here people say "Do you get it?" "Are you with me?", etc... I want people to get me...to understand what I am about and who I am on a very broad term. I don't mean the minutia of my soul, but on a global perspective. Do you get it or not?

Get a life

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 19:29:00 +0000

I have decided to get a life. Finally, it has happened for me. A life is waiting, it holds its breath and searches for one that is in need. That search, my blog friends, is finally over. Marriage you say? Kids, you wonder? Please think on a larger scale....I am talking about LIFE. The kind of life that people are envious of. The kind of life that answers THE question. That is what I am talking about here. Ahhh, I know the light has turned on for you. You are nodding your heads at this very moment, you are clasping your hands together, a smile is forming at the corners of your mouth, and you feel it. Now, my friends, you know what I mean. I am getting a life very very soon. When is insignificant, it is enough that it will happen. The big decision has been made, finally. Yes, a life.

Catch up

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:16:00 +0000

I just posted a pic from Flickr and realized I had not been on my site for a month. So, I will have to catch all my blog fans up (I have soooooo many it's sickening).

1. The Spurs lost against Dallas. I was upset, but had to move on.
2. I have been to the mall three times now.
3. I have been working in my garden...added some aloe vera and the such.
4. I have been keeping up with my friend Ethel. She is 88 yrs old and a real pip. Visit her on myspace sometime (link provided on the side bar).
5. I have been investigating Edna Bambridge. She is an allusive woman who terrorizes blogs, yahoo answers, and other related internet sites. So far, nothing. See my avatar on Yahoo Answers for more.

I have so much more to share, but I will keep you all waiting on the edge of your seat. Until morrow my fans. Think good thoughts and keep checking back. Feel free to live vicariously through my blog.

My Motivational Poster

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:09:00 +0000

My creation
Originally uploaded by thunderstride1.

This is my own motivational poster. I am going to print it and hang it at work. You know, on my cheap cubicle particle board wall. I think I will get some interesting comments. I love to throw people off...maybe I need to come up with more motivational posters...some with real pizzazz.

What's in a title

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 24 Jun 2006 02:11:00 +0000

My subject titles just don't reach out and grab you. I think that is why I never have any comments. I don't think anyone actually reads my blog. Who would with the name "Boring Life". I mean my life is boring. I went to the pool today. I floated around on a very cheap raft. I was content with this until four children, all wearing diapers, also decided to get in the pool. This is a big pool, so they weren't too close to me. Regardless of the distance just the thought of those diapers filling with water and whatever was in the diaper swishing around and escaping the elastic around the legs. Eeww. I mean I don't consider myself a germaphobe, but come on. That's enough to make anyone kind of squeemish. But now you see a day in the life of me. Pool, wet diapers, poop in pool, and home again (I didn't poop in pool, the kids did..the kids). No wonder my blog is lost out in intenet space floating around the poop and never being given the time of day. Well, at least check out the links to the other blogs I have. They are great...not boring in the least.

It's been awhile

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sun, 21 May 2006 17:25:00 +0000

It's been a couple of months since I have added anything here. I have been taking a lot of pictures and having fun with my new photo software. I upload to Flickr almost every week. I will be adding some new photos here too. I really wanted to post something new so my account is not deleted due to inactivity. So there you have it. Go Spurs Go

Electric Flamingos

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 25 Mar 2006 03:48:00 +0000

Electric Flamingo's in blue
Originally uploaded by thunderstride1.

Go Forth

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 03:06:00 +0000

Ripple
Originally uploaded by thunderstride1.

In the darkness, oh child, you stand among us awaiting the light
The light summons you with great strength and calling
Beckoning to the heart that newly beats with all its young might

Love ushers you on its wings of glory, calling you by sheer delight
Light floods your eyes and your first breath aches within
God has called you by your true name, the name that is your birth right

Your cry is a war cry that ushers in the rich warm breath of life
Your first smile is for God that held you in His arms the eternity before your birth
God has named you and to you alone He whispers go forth not into strife

Go forth and move the mountains with faith abound
Go forth young man and forge a path of righteousness
Go forth and pour out to the heavens until the angels hear your sound

Undercooked Pork....Yummy

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 11 Feb 2006 04:30:00 +0000

Weird story I heard yesterday. An elderly couple visited China for two weeks. Once back in the states the man had a stroke. After several doctor's visits it was determined that the man actually had a brain tumor. The doctors decided to remove the tumor. The surgeon happened to be Asian and when he started to remove the tumor he realized what it was. It was calcified worms. Worms had made their way to the man's brain, fed, died, and calcified forming a tumor. What from?? Well, the man had eaten undercooked pork in China. Apparently it is common for the pork to be undercooked. The tumor was removed, but so was part of the man's brain. A month later the wife had similar symptoms and sure enough she had a calcified tumor and it was removed. Soon as I heard this I started thinking about all the pork I had eaten recently...I don't eat a lot of pork so I think I am safe. Can you feel worms feeding on you?? Hmmm...kinda a gross thought.

One in a million

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 02:53:00 +0000

Blur
Originally uploaded by thunderstride1.

I feel like one in a million. I mean that I feel lost within a million people all searching. Our identities are so intertwined with what type of job we have, where we work, who we know, and what we boast about. At the end of the day and in the quiet of the night all this is stripped away and we find ourselves fleeing or embracing the truth.

Already regretting 2006

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sun, 15 Jan 2006 05:00:00 +0000

Okay... after I wrote the last blog about resolutions it really made me think. I realized that if I keep living day to day with out making any changes I would always have regrets when the new year came around. Instead of making new year resolutions of things that I need to stop doing, I will make a list of things I need to start doing. I would make a list of items that I have always wanted to do. The list will be divided by things I really need to do to improve the quality of life, things that will improve the quantity, and things I want to do for the hell of it. WOW I think this will really help me focus and by 01/01/07 I will have some real accomplishments. Now I just need to make a resolution to write the list....ya first thing tomorrow.

Bridge over muddy waters

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 20:04:00 +0000

Johnson Street Foot Bridge
Originally uploaded by thunderstride1.

A new year...again

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 19:34:00 +0000

Well, it is now a new year once again. Good old 2005 has whisked by and 2006 is already getting itself comfortable. Now our TV's will be flooded with ads from Nicorette and Jenny Craig guilting us into following through with our resolutions. I don't smoke, so the pressure is off there, but I sure enjoyed the holiday foods for the last four weeks straight. However, I do not make resolutions. I stopped making these about five years ago. I used to make my list, pin it on the fridge and for the first few weeks I was SERIOUS. As serious as a stubbed toe at least. Most people bring in the new year under a cloud of confetti, fireworks, and champagne bubbles. I wear black and go into mourning. A new year only reminds me of all the things I wanted to do in the old year, but never did. A new year reminds me that I am getting older and that I am one year closer to the grave.

Oh well, I have the next 11 months to go back into denial before 2007 is on our doorstep. Hey, by the way....Happy New year...go by yourself a pack of cigs and a twinkie to celebrate!

Dueling shopping carts

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 03:38:00 +0000

Road rage doesn't just happen on a highway anymore....

I went to the grocery store yesterday and it was the equivilent to driving in Mexico, at night, after a bull fight. Oh ya!

I push my cart to the baking aisle and I screech to a halt as I peer down the long aisle that is now deep in carts and angry shoppers. I couldn't turn back...I must buy chopped pecans, marshmallows, and evaporated milk. I inch down slowly cutting my eyes in all directions. The enemy was all around me and I had to remain calm and in control. I spy the chopped nuts and glide my basket towards it. A lady, probably in her 50's, is straddling the shelf with her feet planted ten feet apart, arms outstretched, and eyes madly dancing back and forth. I waited for my turn, but she wouldn't relent her spot. She owned it and wouldn't stop looking through the bags of nuts until she found the perfect one. I see my opening and thrust my hand into enemy territory. I mumble "excuse me" and make a mad grab for the pecans. My fingers grasp two bags and I pull back abruptly. I clench the bags in my fist and raise it for victory.

The marshmallows would be harder, because the damn store has the marshmallows on the shelf below the pudding. Three people were picking through the boxed pudding...for what I will never know. One guy was on his cell and he was irritated. The pudding was all mixed up - instant with non-instant, name brand with non-name brand - it was anarchy on that shelf. I could tell he was talking to his wife about the pudding and he was trying to find the exact one she needed....french vanilla, no sugar added, instant, Jello brand. I knew he was ready to blow and one move from me would be the catalyst. I decided that the only way for me to get those marshmallows was to do a duck and dive. Again I mumbled an excuse me, then I pointed down the aisle to catch him off guard and then I ducked and then dived in for the bag. It was a close one, but I was victorious once again.

I knew I had to get out of there, but more shoppers had flocked to this aisle and there was no escape. My cart wheeled in front of me out of control, the tires squeeled on the linolium, my hands propelled the cart as if my magic. It was demolition derby, a bull fight, and a wrestling match all rolled up into one. I blacked out for a few minutes and when I awoke I was at the check out placing my goods on the conveyer. I still have no memory of the last few minutes in that store, but maybe I am too emotionally scarred to relive the trama. Next year I will do my shopping early...I think I really will this time!

Foul mouthed shoppers, road rage, and santa claus

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 17 Dec 2005 19:43:00 +0000

Yes, the holidays are here once again.

Well, I did a little shopping today at Best Buy. I had one item to buy...a USB cable. You wouldn't think a cable would be such a difficult item to buy, would you? It started with the parking. Cut off twice from parking spaces (I had my blinker on...isn't that a cardinal rule anymore?) I circled around like a buzzard looking for fresh kill. The driver behind me became annoyed with me because I refused to run over pedestrians as they crossed our path. The driver decided to pull around me and cut me off. I honked and people paused to stare. The glimmer in their eyes suggested a soft hope that a fight would break out. Yup...it's Christmas. The rude driver ended up being an 80 year grandma taking the grandkids out for a fun shopping trip. So, I asked her "Don't you want cars to stop for your grandkids when they are crossing the street?". She replied that it was all an innocent mistake and that I should go to hell. Well, I kept an eye on her in the store while keeping my distance. I just knew that if I lost her in the crowd I would find myself shived in the back - probably by her knitting needles. 80 years old or not, you just never know nowadays. I found the port I needed in a matter of minutes but I needed to ask the store rep a question before my purchase. I know, how bold on my part to waste the store clerks time on my $20.00 purchase...they had digital camcorders and plasma TV's to sell for gosh sakes! Well, being the bold and self centered person I am, I sought out the advice of an expert. This expert was helping someone so I politly waited for my turn. Wouldn't you know that a guy walks up behind the sales clerk (I am waiting patiently in front of her) and tells her he needs help. There they go traipsing down the aisle and all I need is the answer to one question. I yell "DUDE, I was here first". Where did I come up with 'Dude'? Anyway, the two stop and I get my question answered. The line to purchase my port was 20 minutes long and my entire shopping experience took 2 hours. As I made my way outside the store I see a line of people all bundled up from the cold sitting in lawn chairs against the building. Curious, I ask why they are there. Well, the store is raffling off the new X-Box in ten hours and they were waiting for their chance. Feeling a sense of accomplishment at the purchase of my USB Port, I yell out encouragement to the wierdos waiting for the raffle. I wanted them to feel that it was all worth it.

Plug me in Scotty

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 01:58:00 +0000

Okay, no PC for 16 days. I have to admit that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There were a couple of times that I started to scratch my arm like a junkie, but I made it through. I got on a computer one time...it had DSL...the keyboard called to me...the keys tapped and jingled in that way only a good keyboard can do. Unfortunatley I was using someone else's PC and had five minutes to get on and off. I thought to myself ( as my hands shook), should I overtake this person..lock them in a closet and web dance my way to site after site like a starving man in Luby's?? It would be worth it, but alas I decided against the deed.

Actually, being unplugged was kinda nice. My headaches went away - the kind caused from pressing your eyeballs up to the monitor for hours on end. I used the old fashioned way of communicating...my vocal cords, and I had the satisifaction of knowing that I could quit the cold addiction of computers whenever I wanted to. So, what did I do on my first day back??? You guessed it!

PC-holic

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 03:01:00 +0000

I have just realized that I am a PC-holic. The problem with being a PC-holic is that we don't have a 12 step program, AA won't welcome us with open arms, and we can't be admitted to a rehab. My name is Dee and I am a PC-holic. Well, it did feel good to say that and maybe that is my first step towards recovery.

I will be out of town for 2 weeks and when this trip was planned I had all intentions on taking my PC with me. Unfortunately that will not be possible and I am faced with being unplugged. The internet connects me to the world, friends, and family. Being away from the internet is kinda like being homesick at summer camp. Besides this ever popular blog, I have other internet hobbies that I will sorely miss. NO, I don't surf the porn sites. Unfortunately with every good thing technology brings it also brings in a lot of bad. Porn is one of them. Anyway, I have a photo site, e-mails, gaming....and that's a lot. What did the pioneers do without Google? How did our fore fathers exist without Ask Jeeves? It is enough to boggle the mind.

I will probably have the jimmies the first couple of days, but soon I will find other things to do with my time (Help!). Maybe I will write some letters, read a good book or maybe I will veg in front of the TV and pretend its a big monitor.

Oh quiz.....how can I resist you?

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 12 Nov 2005 04:42:00 +0000

I am
Benjamin Moore "Royal Evening Baja Avocado" gloss interior acrylic latex
Exactly the right shade for that upstairs hallway in a home with a bold yet exquisite sense of style.

Which house paint are you?

Expert, Shmexpert

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 02:33:00 +0000

l Smee
This!

The word 'Expert' is tossed around a lot. So much that the new workplace term is 'Subject Matter Experts' a.k.a Smee. Are you a Smee in anything? Well, I must say that I am. Now don't feel jealous, but I am a self proclaimed Smee. You are probably wondering what subject, pray tell, I am an expert in? Well, any subject I feel like it.

Let me explain. Remember the phrase 'Fake it till you make it'? Being a self proclaimed Smee is almost the same thing. The difference is that a Smee must be a little more ballsy. You have to have 100% confidence in the BS that is coming out of your mouth. So much confidence that someone actually doubts themselves even when faced with a glaring contradiction you have made. You can't have a hint of doubt or self recrimination or a questioning tone. The key is to state your opinion as if it is fact...as if you could back it up with statistics, figures, hard and fast data.

I once heard a Smee talk for twenty minutes about chocolate. Did you know that chocolate helped you lose weight and if smeared under the arm pits worked as an excellent deodorant. Fascinating!

You may end up annoying your peers, irritating your boss, and pissing off your subordinates, but instead of being called an annoying ass, you will be an annoying know it all ass. Isn't the latter better?Try being a Smee tomorrow at work and it will really pay off. What? You are a clerk in a law firm? So, all you have to do is throw in some words like 'Magna Carta' and 'Jones vrs the State of Utah' and you are on your way to showing those attorneys a thing or too and becoming a self proclaimed Smee....good luck!

Skirt Hiders and other shameful acts

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 03:13:00 +0000

Have you ever heard the term of a Skirt Hider? Think of a woman wearing a long full skirt and someone clinging onto that skirt and hiding in its folds. I know, the term is not used a lot, but it fits. A Skirt Hider is someone who hides behind another person to avoid blame, accusations, or discovery. While they hide they are also stealing ideas, thoughts, and opinions from anyone they can. Basically, they are the annoying barnacle on the proverbial boat of life. This species of human is primarily seen in its natural environment, the office. They suck up your ideas, creativity, experiences, opinions, and thoughts and spew them out as their own. These are the people you avoid sitting next to in meetings, presentations, or working one on one with. Skirt Hiders don't take huge ideas, because they would have to back those ideas up with actual research and work. No, they steal everyday ideas and opinions. The kind that make you shine just a little in a staff meeting, or gets positive attention in a presentation. Just enough to get noticed, but not enough to have to do any real work. They are really trying to steal the words from your mouth before anyone else can hear them. Skirt Hiders will never be responsible for what goes wrong, but always take the credit when things go right. Unfortunately, good office etiquette and professional courtesy are the Skirt Hiders shield. Most people won't call them out because it comes down to a He Said/She Said situation. How can you prove they stole your thought or opinion and is that technically a crime? Can you imagine yelling out "She stole my thoughts!!" in a staff meeting. How about going up to your boss and letting them know that the good for nothing Skirt Hider had asked your opinion with the intent of pawning it off as their own. The victim looks like a flake and the Skirt Hider keeps shining on.

The best defense with a Skirt Hider is to act dumb in their presence...do not say anything intelligent...and always answer their questions with a question. Example:
Skirt Hider: "What are your ideas for the new project?"
You: "Haven't really thought about it yet".
Skirt Hider: " Well, do you think we should go with the first proposal?"
You: "Hmmm, I need more time on that. What do you think?".
This is where your passive aggressive nature can really work in your favor. It's a hell of a lot of work, but the Skirt Hider will be unable to gleam anything worthwhile from you and will move on to their next victim. We must admit that Skirt Hiders have their place in the office environment, just like glory hounds, brown nosers, and stooges. Really, what would an office be like without any of those?

Goofiness is a true art form

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Sat, 22 Oct 2005 00:45:00 +0000

Goofiness is a true art form.

Either you are goofy or your not...no in between when it comes to true goofiness. True goofiness will make people stop and giggle; think the goofy person is really kinda stupid; and give them something to talk about later. Goofiness is a gift to others because people really love to laugh. A true goof will say the goofiest and stupidest things, without trying to make you laugh. Therefore, your laughter is not forced, it is natural and that even makes you laugh harder. It is a freedom of laughter, a belly laugh, a guffaw that keeps on giving. Every office needs a goof: First of all, goofs make everyone else look good. Goofs say politically incorrect things, that everyone else is probably thinking, but would never dare say. For the sheer fact of their goofiness, goofs can say things that others would tuck tail and run if they were the ones to say it. Goofs aren't usually criticized for the things they say and do because, well, its funny when it comes out of a goofs mouth. It's not bad, or offensive, or taboo....its just plain goofy. Why aren't more people goofs? Well, its something passed down by genes, its inherited. Its not your environment, its the gene pool doing its thing. You either got it or you don't, but if you don't got it you can still enjoy it! Live vicariously through the goof...you may laugh at what comes out of their mouth, but you know deep down you wish you had the nerve to say it too.

Moodiness can be bliss

noreply@blogger.com (Dee) — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 01:27:00 +0000

Today I realized that I have been in a mood all week. Not a bad mood, per se, but a mood that borderlines mild irritability. The type of mood that for the most part goes unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of everyday life and actually went unnoticed by me until this afternoon. I got out of my chair, pushed it a little too hard against the desk..and whammo..it dawned on me that I was not a happy camper all week. My first thought after my discovery was how it took me so long to discover it. The second thought was why I was in a mood to begin with. It was funny because my brain could not wrap itself around one single bad day, bad event, bad anything, but trying to come up with a reason 'why' made me even more irritable. I can only surmise that we all have periods of time that we feel "not ourselves". In fact the term "not myself" fit what I was feeling to a tee. Once discovered and self analyzed I relished the mood the rest of the day and will probably continue tomorrow too. Why not? Someone asks "What's wrong??" and you reply "Well, I am not feeling myself". Follow it with a shrug of the shoulders, cast your eyes to to the ground and frown. All of sudden the person you unleashed your irritability on feels, well, sorry for you. They let it go and you can continue to the next person and all the while your mood is expressing itself and taking a life of its own. So, this week my mood is in charge and for that I am truly "not myself".