Suggested Yumminess and A Little Overshare.

I have found the big 'O" of corporate coffee treats.

The Starbucks Cranberry Bliss Bar. Oh, my, goodness. This baby, I'm sure, is not good for you, but its so tasty, it's worth every thigh plumping calorie!!

You must RUN....don't walk to your nearest Starbucks and get one. Right Now. I think it might even cure depression.

While we're on the subject of Starbucks and all the wonders it holds, I would strongly suggest avoiding the temptation to try the Espresso Truffle drink. Although it tastes exactly as the name implies, and I must confess, will make you feel like a super-hero for a while, the colon blow that will ensue is not a fun time. Yummy? Yes. Intestine friendly? No.

Don't Hate.....

But I have been listening to the radio for several days while at the Obituary Desk, and I'm angry.

I am a big believer in NOT playing Christmas music till at LEAST December 1st, and I've been hearing it three times an hour for the last 3 days, and there are a few stations that play NOTHING BUT AND THEY HAVE BEEN FOR NEARLY A MONTH!!

But thats not my main gripe, really.

It's one song in particular. "Christmas Shoes"

I really hope "Mamma meets Jesus" very, very soon, because I can't take ANY version of that song much longer.

Seriously.

Oh, and one other - it's a country song - "Christmas Carol" about a little homeless girl or some shit. NO MORE, DAMN IT!!!! NO MORE!!!!!

A Spoonful of Greased Lightening and a 42 foot Smurf.

Ah, Thanksgiving. Not my favorite holiday these last few years.

I worked today at Ye' Old Death Dealer's post. It was a quiet day, and I didn't mind that at all. It was quite peaceful. My sweet 16 year old daughter stopped by the office to see me for a minute, and that was pretty awesome. It made my day.

Prior to going to work, though, I got my fill of exactly what I needed to make it feel like Thanksgiving: super cheesy musical numbers straight off of Broadway (during the Macy's Parade in New York) in the form of Mary Poppins and Grease. At the risk of being a traitor to my bad girl rocker persona, I dig that crap. Big time. Especially in my jammies with a big mug o' joe.

This year they had a 42 foot tall Smurf balloon, celebrating 50 years or something like that?! Really?! Smurfs been around that long? Who knew.

Speaking of being around that long, can anyone tell me what the HELL happened to Stephen Adler of Guns N Roses??? I've been watching him on Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew, and I must have missed a few episodes, because I can't figure out what his deal is, other than the obvious.

**UPDATE**
After visiting Wikipedia, I have discovered that Mr. Adler suffered a stroke a while back after doing a "particularly potent speedball." God bless the internet. You learn all kinds of stuff.

The Douchebag that Ruined Dinner.

Okay, so back to the story about the idiot at dinner the other night. Now, don't get me wrong here, we weren't exactly dining at a 5-star jacket and tie establishment - it was Carlos O'Kellys, but damn. We had a couple of young whipper-snappers that obviously thought the world owed them something, and, in their haste to make everyone around them aware of their presence, forgot the number one rule of dining out: never f*** with the dude that handles your food.

I am positive this very early twenty-something goober thought he and his girlfriend were the reincarnations of Sid and Nancy, with the noticeable difference being that she looked like a girl who's mother would be MORTIFIED if she knew her daughter was out with this dude. They both were sitting on the same side of their booth, facing me. He was loud and full of self loathing, she seemed perfectly fine with the fact that her boyfriend was an ass.

His chips and salsa weren't fresh enough. His soda was flat. Blah, blah, blah. In between bitching, though, he managed to find time to make out with and put his hands all over his girlfriend, talk to the waiter like he was stupid, and demand that he get a bag of chips and a container of salsa to go with his leftovers he was taking with him, considering how "nasty the first round was."

Jimbo and I waited till Captain Ass-Clown and his gal pal got their coats and headed for the door, then we called their poor waiter over. (who, by the way, was very professional throughout the whole ordeal.)

I gave him a ten dollar bill and told him anyone who had to serve that tool with such grace deserved it. Besides - Mr. Awesome didn't tip him after all that passive-aggressive verbal abuse.

I'm astounded on a daily basis at how badly people will treat other people just because they can.

Too Busy for Wedded Bliss.

Saturday, November 22nd was 5 years of marriage for Jimbo and I, but there was no time for celebration, as we spent Friday & Saturday with FOUR LARGE PASSENGER BUSES of Special Olympics athletes, coaches, parents and group home staff. We pretty much took over the motel we stayed at in Shawnee, KS. It was the usual organized chaos.

Every year, it seems there are always too many factors involved when it comes to trying to have a nice anniversary. But I suppose this year is fitting......Special Olympics is how we met in the first place.

My little team took 3rd (the bronze) - someone made a mistake with the brackets. (We should have taken 2nd). I think they all had a good time, though. I know I did.

Jim's team took the gold, but that was a given. Most of his players were part of the Kansas Vollyeball Team that went to Nationals a few years ago. They're very talented.

My guys......well, we've got heart. Sometimes thats all ya' need.

So back to the anniversary. How did we spend it? Well, mostly with 140-some smelly team uniforms at the Laundromat. But we did manage to make it to dinner at the tale end of the evening - right back at the scene of our first date, same booth even. Of course, nothing ever ends fairy tale-ish for us...... I'll blog about the douchebag that ruined dinner later.

Okay, 6 Random Things....

But I can't tag anyone, because they've all been tagged already.

So here's my 6 Random Things anyway!

1. When I was 8 or 9 years old, I had lived in Tulsa, Ok., and after many years of having loooooong red hair that reached my butt, I talked my mother into a haircut. She kept the ponytail they cut off of me stored away in a box till the late 90's. Creepy.

2. I was once asked to leave the Borders out East for "stalking" Kip Winger, as I was "making the employees uncomfortable." He was doing a tour in the mid 90's promoting an acoustic CD he did to benefit a charity he started in his late wife's name. I had my toddler daughter on my hip, but was desperate to talk to him, just for a minute. I wasn't banned entirely, but asked not to come back for awhile. I never did get to talk to him.

3. I'm scared to death of Storm Troopers. Even to this day. They're clicky and they freak me the hell out.

4. When I was 6 or 7, I fell under a moving merry-go-round and a very large screw cut my back open from left to right. (I was wearing a little 2 piece homemade number, so my back was exposed.) It took a guzzillion stitches and I still have a little bit of a scar, but for years it was hideous and embarrassing. My mother almost passed out twice in the emergency room, and I swatted at the doctor who promptly spanked me on the butt and told me to stop. (he was angry that his golf game was disrupted and I was angry that it hurt.) The "sitz baths" I had to have for months after were horrible and excruciatingly painful.

5. I got kicked off the cheerleading squad at the end of my 9th grade year of junior high because I was failing my science class. I hated the teacher.

6. My husband was the Army tank driver that did the bustin' in (as seen on CNN) at the Waco standoff. I've tried to find out who played the part of him in the made for TV movie, but I still haven't figured it out.

Buyer Beware...

Or learn your basic junior high math and fluid ounces, Robyn.

My very very VERY all-time ABSOLUTE favorite perfume is Venezia, by Laura Biagiotti. Its got a smokey, cherry, woody, almost sweet cigar type of scent. It was discontinued a few years ago, and you just can't get it anywhere. With the exception of Ebay, of course.

Since its so hard to come by these days, as you can imagine, the price of it is rather steep now. Like into the $200's kind of steep. (I used to buy it at Drug Emporium out west for $20.)

So when I found some online, I was pretty stoked.

I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes.

All I could find within my idea of a reasonable price ($25 before shipping) was this .17 oz bottle.

ITS THE SIZE OF A FRICKIN' HALF DOLLAR. SERIOUSLY. !!!!!!!!

If it was any smaller, it would be non-existent.

I think I need to find a new favorite and go back to school to learn my fluid ounces. In my own defense, I was a desperate woman.

I guess I'll be saving this tiny little piece of Heaven for super special occasions. Which may be few and far between when my husband finds out that I blew almost $30 on it.

'Tis The Season....

For my obsession with all things trendy for fall and winter. My current Needful Thing is this bag. I have a serious purse problem, and I'll be the first to admit it.

It's at Accessory City and it will be mine.
Oh, yes, it will be mine.

I would just like to take a minute to inform you that I am currently addicted to some STUPID ASS CHIPS IN THE VENDO AT WORK!!

Poore Brothers Brand "BBQ RANCH" F#%*'n KETTLE COOKED POTATO CHIPS.

I may need an intervention. This is getting out of control. I think they put an addictive chemical in them, and it does not help at all that I am sitting here at work, all alone, left to my own evils......LIKE CHIPS!