I am getting off at 2 today so I can go and vote.  I think this is the first time I have voted in a presidential election.

I am voting Obama.  I think a lot of other people will, too.

Go vote, people, if you haven't already.

 This weekend was great.  I got to spend "bonus"Mother's Day with Chase.  And he was very sweet and cooperative and fun to be with.  It was quite unexpected and refreshing.

On Saturday, we hung out at home, watching birds at our birdfeeder all day.  I now know that the proper name for a particular type of orange bird with dark, spotted wings is called a "cow bird".  I never would have know that if it wasn't for Chase.

On Sunday, we went for breakfast with my family.  There was no drama.  After breakfast, we went home and everyone took a nap.  Always good times.

So, we didn't do a lot of anything, but it was nice not to do anything for a change.

Ooh, and I got to watch a few chick flicks!  I watched Juno (which I really liked.  it made me cry.) and 27 Dresses.  I liked that too.

Work work work.

Hey there. What's up? How is everyone?

My back is bothering me.

I need to go brush my teeth before my lunch ends.

I'm determined to save some money, so I'm bringing cans of soup to have for lunch. Today was the first day. I'm already bored of soup.

Happy Tuesday, everyone. Meh.

^_^

I'm curious to see what y'all think about something.

The little man is very smart, and he needs something positive to channel his intelligence. As per my New Year's resolution, I am NOT talking shit about his mother, but I am seeing him become manipulative in ways similar to her. It may just be a 4 year old thing, but I do believe it is also partly coming from her influence.

My thought is that he should get involved with some sport, like soccer or baseball or something like that. Some sort of goal-oriented, physical sport. He needs the activity, and the social skills would be good, too. And it would be a way to focus his brain on something other than, "How can I make them give me what I want?"

Here is my issue: I am not his mother. If I want to get him involved in something, I feel like I am overstepping my bounds. I feel like his mom should get him into something. The problem is that I don't think she will. She doesn't plan her life around him, she plans him around her life, so that would be too much of a hassle for her to deal with. (Not talking shit, just stating fact.)

I guess I could talk to her about it and see what she thinks. Would she be willing to get him places on time for practices and whatnot? Or would that fall to us? I doubt she would be willing to make a commitment to anything like a soccer team.

At this rate, by the time he's 16, he's going to be a problem, unless we start early trying to get him involved in positive activities.

Thoughts on what to do? On how to approach his mother with the issue?

i'm tired.

It could be bad karma to be amused by something like this. But I just can't help it.

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/07/parishilton/index.html

I hope they don't just give her a slap on the wrist and then let her go. I hope she has to go to a victim's panel and all that happy horsepooh they make the average Joe do after a DUI.

We'll see just how much justice there is in the world.

I am seriously sad about Steve Irwin.

People are saying some pretty ruthless things about his death, too, and I think that's f'ed up. The guy took risks, but his death shouldn't be laughed at or mocked. He didn't "have it coming".

He left behind a wife and 2 kids. He was so open about his life, it made everyone feel like they knew him.

It's just really, really sad. I still can't believe it's real. Imagine how people who actually did know him must feel. Especially his wife.

I feel like my man is larger than life, and he isn't the icon that Steve Irwin was.

Still is.

If I ever had to go back to taking phone calls %100 of the time, I could NOT do this job any more. There is no way.

I just talked to this kid on the phone, and I had to repeat a part number 15 times. That was after repeating other information several times. The call lasted 20 minutes, and when it ended, it took a piece of my soul.

I have a headache.

I don't know how to post pictures in my helljay yet. I haven't taken the time to learn. And so, I post this link, because it is super crazy hilarious. mrfurious posted a comic in his journal from this site, and it's freakin' awesome.

Yay @ mrfurious!

http://www.myextralife.com/archive.php?date=2006-06-07

i've been here for 1/2 hour so far, and i have done no work at all. shame on me.

currently, i am eating toast with peanutbutter and blackberry jam. that is way more satisfying than working.

i need some new icons.

i've been super tired a lot lately. i'm not sure what's up with that. i've been getting sleep, too, but i'm still tired.

maybe i'm mistaking tiredness for lack of interest. i'm not sure.

quick! has anyone seen my sense of humor? i seem to have misplaced it.

i was in a hurry to get out the door this morning, so i could take the little man to daycare and not be late for work. i couldn't find my belt. now my pants fall down when i walk. i get to spend the day yanking them back up.

lovely.

i really do not feel like working today. i just don't want to. which sincerely sucks, because what i have to do all day long today is work.

i think i woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. i'm in a poopy mood.

bah. HUMBUG!

(what is that at the top of my journal? is this turning into MySpace??!?!?)

all of my supervisors are gone today. i like that. i like that a lot.

my lip now looks like i have been sucking on a pen. the bruise is dissipating down beneath my lip, so it looks like i have ink all over my face.

it's making me learn who my friends are, because some people are going, um...i think you have something on your face. they're nice enough to tell me so i don't go walking around with icky stuff on my chin.

but then i have to explain how i was beaten about the lip by a blueberry scented 3 1/2 year old.

have i really only been at work for an hour? yes, i believe that i have.

*insert profuse swearing here*

In my experience (which is not extensive, but still...), King County Sheriffs are dicks.

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/276606_metro06.html

Mind you, I don't think all cops are dicks. Some are actually very cool. They actually do protect and serve. King County Sheriffs, though...not so much with either protecting or serving. Mostly they're about bullying and intimidating.

Just sayin'.

he is listening to organ music. like dracula's castle style organ music.

wtf.

on a not actually positive note, I get to go home in 3 hours. (3 looooong hours.)

as adam sandler once said, somebody kill me please. (but bring me back at 4:30.)

I have a new desk neighbor. I am beginning to realize that desk neighbors can be equally as annoying, if not more annoying, than neighbors at home.

The person who used to sit at that desk played her music too loud. (Yes, this is oh so very Office Space of me.)

When my new neighbor was moving in, I was on a phone call, and something over there made a SUPER loud sound. It sounded like something heavy was dropped on top of the desk. It scared the poo out of me, and I literally stopped speaking in mid-sentence. It pissed me off, because my supervisor (the mean one) was over there, and she didn't say anything about it. They had to have heard me stumble like that, because they were Right There. More reason not to like her. It was really quite rude.

Now, he's sitting at that desk, and he's listening to his music too loud, too. And he seems to just be noisy, like banging drawers and crap. AND I think his computer lives on top of his desk, because I can feel the vibration on my keyboard. It's making my fingers tingle.

I don't think I can keep sitting here. There's an empty desk behind me where I could sit, because it's an admin desk. EXCEPT......it's right in front of the chick who used to sit in that desk.


Damn it. What do I do?!?

(I sound like a whiney little bitch. Forgive me.)

I have a big black bruise on my bottom lip. I decided to tell everyone that I'm taking up cage fighting. I want to be an ultimate fighter!

Ya, except I was accidentally head butted by the little man. I washed his hair with the blueberry-scented shampoo he picked out at Safeway. He loves the stuff, and he's very proud of smelling like a blueberry muffin. So he said, "Dora, smell me!" I proceeded to bend down to smell his head, and WHACK! He slammed his head back, right into my lip. It doesn't hurt anymore, really, but it looks terrible.

You thought I looked battered before, mickasso. I look WAY worse now.

The poor thing felt really bad after it happened. He cried. I think the fact that he made me bleed freaked him out. He was sweet to me all day. Every time he looked at me, he saw my lip, and said, "Sorry, Dora." (Actually, when he says it, it's more like Dough-Wah.)

So watch out for me. I'm a brawler! ;)

This weekend was awesome.

On Saturday, we went over to my parent's house. Before that, we went to try another place to live, which was actually very depressing. We had the little man with us, which was distracting. He was good, but still distracting. So, we were all bummed, and we went to my parent's house so little man could run around and play in the yard. He ended up running (in his birthday suit) through the sprinkler. He had a wonderful time. And we now have some awesome blackmail pictures for when he grows up. Gwa ha ha!

Yesterday, we went to the beach. We went to Saltwater State park and Dash Point State park. (Is that one a State park? I don't remember.) Saltwater State park was rocky and covered with seashells. We found some crabs and barnacles and cool stuff to look at down in the shallow water. Then we went to Dash Point. That place was crazy busy. People everywhere. We got to walk around in bare feet, 'cause that beach was nice and sandy.

The only drama of the weekend happened last night when Bill's stupid ex was going to come pick up the little man. The only thing you can depend on her to be is unreliable. I was going to go into details about what happened, but nevermind. Long story short, she's a flake, and I feel terrible that the little man has to be in the middle of everything.

We had a great weekend. Good, good times. =D

I just talked to a consumer who lives in Alaska. I think he's used to talking on a CB with people, because he said, "Roger that" and, "Affirmative". At the end of the call when I said goodbye, he said, "I'm out", and then he hung up.

That was pretty cool. Different from every other call I've ever taken. Refreshingly different.

It made me smile. Thank you, sir. :)

I hope my evil boss is pleased with herself. I now have no one stopping by to talk to me anymore, because all my friends are afraid of getting me into trouble.

I don't like that woman. Everyone else on my team seems to feel the need to kiss her ass. I refuse to. This is likely why I will eventually get fired, but so be it. I don't need to deal with her cowpoop.

Bill is still super bummed about his tools. He was in a foul mood last night, so we just ate dinner and went to bed early. The best thing for him when he's in such a state is to just go to sleep. I hope today is a better day for him.

Another beautiful, hot summer day in Seattle. It's supposed to be a little cooler, though, which is fine. I think I will go for a walk during lunch.

How is everyone today?