MotherTeresaWishing all of you a very happy Mothers’ Day.

For those that are missing your own mothers, or for those who are missing their children, you’re in my heart today.

For those of you that aren’t mothers (in the literal sense), I wish it for you as well. Because your need to nurture — whether it be pets, plants, the earth, the sick, or other living things — makes you a mother as well.

(*Lisa T. Shepherd)


I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…

You bastard.  You saw me.  You heard me.  You looked right at me as I started running down the hall (yes, in em-effin’ heels) calling out to you to hold the elevator.  You looked right at me, and then you got on the elevator and let the doors close.

I never liked you.  I always saw you as an arrogant little pr*ck.  In your pricky little car.  Or when you rode your bike to work but chose to wear that full unitard getup and walk into the building.  But I chose to ignore you.

But now?  I’m pissed.  And I’ll let you know – eventually – one way or the other.

In the meantime, I’d like to introduce you to my group of innernet friends.  They’re brutal.  And in my comments, they will assist me in wishing upon you every discomfort.  I’m warning you now — this could get pretty miserable.

Okay, friends.  It’s up to you.  Please enter your punishment/plague/affliction upon this insufferable gentleman in my comments section.  Feel free to be creative.

I’ll start.

To the jackass who didn’t hold the elevator, I wish upon you:

  • A raging case of jock itch with a side order of painful hemorrhoids.

champ2009-002According to the AKC, he was “RayRay’s Champagne Taste.”  To us, he was “Champ,” a loyal friend for ten years.

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

I am one hot mess.  I’ve got so much you-know-what coming from God-knows-where it’s a wonder I can even function these days.  Which brings me to my point:  I’m not functioning.  Not very well, anyway.

In a nutshell, I have a sick doggie – our sweet, 10-year-old German Shepherd – who is going pretty fast.  Not good.

Then there was the too-horrible-to-bear news of the sudden loss of two children in my blogworld as well as the punch-me-in-the-guttedness of a suicide of a student – an incredible kid – at my son’s high school.  The latter took its toll on the entire family in a way I’ve never seen.

Add to the mix an opportunity – heck, a likelihood – of leaving the comfort of the position I’ve held for 21 years (and which I love) to take an administrative position.  A position which holds more “title,” if you will, more money, and the opportunity to do something completely different.   Completely.

And it’s making me miserable.

Why, you ask*?

Because I didn’t seek it out.  Because I was happy doing what I was doing.  Because I love my office and my coworkers and the niche I’ve created for myself.

So why go, you ask?

Because I have the opportunity to move into an administrative position and make the salary that is not, and would not, be available to me in my current position.  Because my husband’s job hinges on a grant, year after year, that may or may not get approved from one year to the next.

So what’s best for me, personally, is not what’s best for my family.

Also, I have a suddenly grown 14-year-old who is suddenly graduating from middle school and who is suddenly going to be a high schooler.  And I’m in charge of the awards dinner.  You know, with all the free time I have.  Then, I have a 17-year-old that is about to be a senior and who has no. Earthly. Idea. What.To.Do.With.His.Life. (I’ve suggested, rather politely, that he needs to figure out what to do about his English grade before he figures out what to do about his life.)

Emotional much?

Oh, I got stuff.

(*Assuming, arguendo, that you do ask.  Or would.  Ya know.)

Many things happening in my life – personally, professionally, etc.-ly.  I have so much to tell, yet so little time.  Alas!  So, for now, I leave you with (a) a new header, (b) a new template, and (c) a promise of things to come.


Stole this from Saintseester, who just happens to have the greatest gangsta name ever (go see for yourself).

As always, some of these didn’t quite work for me.  Hope you have better luck!

The Name Game

1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car) –  Candy Four-Runner (WTF?)

2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe) Pralines & Cream Boots (again, I say WTF???)

3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal)Cobalt Blue Tiger (a bit better, I guess)

4.Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born) – Maria Madrid

5.Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name) Suyer

6.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) – Red Mochasippi

7.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers)Henri Bowie (actually was spelled Bouia, but pronounced otherwise)

8.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy) Vanilla Chocolate

9.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) – Suarez Sacramento (sounds more like a kids’ PBS show)

10.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower) – Autumn Lily

11.Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now)Peaches Corduroy

12.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)Biscuit Bradford Pear!

13.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived) – Candy Locke (I think this is the same as your porn star name)

Have fun.  Hopefully you’ll do a bit better than I did.


Biscuit Bradford Pear