Speaking of…
…Cooking:
Master’s having people over for dinner tonight. No pressure. It’s just his BOSS. And FIVE other guys. I figure if I keep the beer cold and coming, I’m golden.
…Cleaning:
I should be doing that instead of this. I’ve been on the go since 5am, did yoga, went to the store, cleaned most of the house- and now is break time. But a short one. I still need to shower and finish cooking.
…Assholes:
Comments will be moderated for awhile. I hate to do it because that makes blogging way more work than I like to put into it, but I find that assholes get bored pretty quickly once they lose their audience.
…Valentine’s Day:
We’re doing nothing. I want to do nothing. We have so many celebrations packed into such a short time (Jes’s birthday, Christmas and New Years, my birthday, Master’s birthday and Am’s birthday all within 7 weeks.) that by the time V-Day hits Master and I both cringe at the idea of doing anything different. Just a normal day, please and thank you.
…Birthdays:
Am turned 17 yesterday and for some reason, her birthday makes me feel old. Jes turned 18 and I turned 39, but it’s this 17th birthday that triggered the “you’re halfway dead” button. Bah humbug.
…Fat:
So I joined that gym I was talking about. It’s going pretty well, though naturally it doesn’t happen as quickly as I’d like it to. Yoga is pretty cool. Hard, but fun. Master’s put some incentives on the table to keep me motivated. Silly, trivial things but things I wouldn’t otherwise ask for.
…American Idol:
Sucks this year. So far. That makes me sad. But The Biggest Loser is awesome! And Bad Girls Club. Jes got me hooked on it and it is. so. stupid! I can’t stop watching though. It’s the best trainwreck EVAR.
…Showers:
I’m going, I’m going. 
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Thursday February 11th, 2010 3:16pm
I find the more often I have people over for dinner the less I stress about it.
Having said that, I would rather chew through my own wrists than entertain any of his bosses.
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I hope the dinner thing goes off without a hitch and they fall in love with ya just like most of the rest of us! I mean seriously here…what’s not to love?
[rq=2121763,0,blog][/rq]Are You Watching Me? (part one)
Though I’m immoderate, you so shouldn’t moderate me.
(I should probably be embarrassed that I find semantic jokes as funny as I do…)
I just wanted to tell you I have a heart on for you… <3 <–See?
And I'm not even drinking wine!
Also, random sharing I should probably do in email and not clog your comments – I was trying to tell my brother about some mugs I bought for The Man today. I made him hold one while I talked, and I got as far as, "Feel that? It's super sturdy, incredibly thick, REALLY hard-" before interrupting myself to shout “That’s what she said!”
(I hope The Man isn’t reading this… The mugs are a gift!)
Good luck with the boss-dinner-party. I played the worst-case-scenario game for you. So… Let’s say you blow up the whole stove or accidentally vomit into the food and can’t serve it. Well, it’s okay! Because you’re right, cold beer will solve just about anything. So if the beer is chilled and in their hands? Just pour a bag of chips into a bowl they can reach without too much effort and I swear to God, they won’t notice. *nods*
And that’s WORST case. So I’m sure it will be a shining success! Yay!
Okay, I’m done rambling.*
~Chloe
*For the next five minutes. At least.
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If it helps… I am 39 and TODAY I was told by another woman full of confidence at age 38 that “40 is the new 30s xxx (insert) real name”
The way she said it I believed her and by hell I am hanging on to that.
40 is the new age 30… 40 is the new 30…40 is just like 30… 40 is pfftt..nothin` just past late twenties really…
See?
xxxx
40 may or may not be the new 30, but it’s a hella free-ing time…wait! I’m talking to slaves here !! what am i thinking? (nilla slaps forehead) It was a time (so long ago now…grins…) that i found my “voice” and wasnt’ afraid to say “no” “go away” and “fuck off” (albeit politely). Never did that before. That said…i feel beter at 51 (my birthday was Tuesday) than i ever did at 40. Maybe because i found out who and what i am…and it wasn’t too late! Trust me…mature BD/sm sex is very very verrah good. Did i say verrah?! Yeah, *that* good. nilla nods…
i’m so w/you kaya on the overdose of holiday cheer. gah! I’m partied out. And i have company all.fucking.weekend. Different people every day. I’m tired already. Like you, i’ve done a barrel of work since 5. just ate breakfast (830) and time to get back to the grindstone. yeah, some days (weeks?) are like this…
nilla,
charging off again…
[rq=2126088,0,blog][/rq]FFF 2/12/10 This won’t hurt a bit…
You called the incentives he has offered “silly, trivial things…” Getting brave aren’t we?
I think the assholes are sad little creatures but they do get distracting if nothing else.
Boss entertainment..instead of going off on a long story, which I’m prone to do, I’ll just add..Cold beer, cold beer and cold beer works wonders.
Happy Birthday to Am
I hope she had a great birthday.
As for the assholes…that’s exactly why my LJ and my FB profile are set to friends only. Can you do that on your blog here? Set it where people who have never given you a hard time can only read it?
39 isn’t old, impo. Darling will be turning 39 in April and I don’t think he’s old. Hell, I’m betting when I’m 70 that I don’t think I’m old. Besides, I think it’s more important on how you feel rather than the age itself impo
[rq=2137226,0,blog][/rq]Welcome to my Journal!
I’m here to tell you that Jersey Shore is the best trainwreck EVAR, tyvm!
And I haven’t forgotten about you, honest, I’ve been snowed in at a friend’s house for over a week.