We all scream for ice cream!

It’s been a food disaster for me this last week, but today there is light at the end of the tunnel. My company has reinstated Good Humor Thursday for the summer.

I’m getting ice cream! I’m getting ice cream!

Yay!

Yeah yeah, I see you all looking and checking for updates. They are coming, promise.

It’s a weird day today, my mother’s birthday. Next month will be 27 years that she’s been gone, and I still haven’t gotten over her death. Today she would have celebrated her 63rd birthday. Instead, she never got past 36. She never saw her daughters grow up, never met her grandchildren, never even came close to retiring and living out her golden years playing golf at the local old folks country club.

I’m fortunate in that I’ve lived longer and so far the hidden beast in the genes (if it’s really there at all) has remained quiet in my life. And my life has been mostly good. I’m thankful for what I’ve had and what is yet to be seen.

Tomorrow I’ll be less gloomy, but for today, I’m just going to go hide in the corner and focus on my work and pretend that all is well in the universe. Tonight I’ll open a bottle of wine, stare out at the stars, and wonder if she sees them too. I’ll toast her memory and hope that she hears me and that wherever she is, she’s not in pain anymore.

As a little girl, I had tons of Barbies.  My absolute favorite was the first Ballerina Barbie that came out in 1976.  When my little sister and I each received one for Christmas, you can believe there was squealing to the heavens.

I loved the tiny crown on her head and the frilly tutu (my favorite outfit was the gold and black number that I cannot find a picture of dammit!)  I loved everything about her and took her with me everywhere I went.

Barbie was everything to me.  She was a princess, a ballerina, a scientist, a doctor, an astronaut.  She was all of the things that I thought one day I would be.

And shuffled within our Barbies were these other dolls.  Tiny compared to the Amazon legged Barbie.  Dawn Dolls.  They were petite, and oh so graceful.

*sigh*

I had this dress.  I miss this dress.  I’m staring at the picture of this dress remembering all of the magical fantasies I created for the princess.

By the time I was 12, I had a developed a very strong sense of charity.  My step-dad told me that my cousins down the road weren’t getting much for Christmas.  So a wee Sabre packed up -all- of her Barbies, Dawns, and clothes, and presented them to my cousin (just the one, I was pretty sure her brother didn’t give a damn about no stinkin’ dolls) for Christmas.  My cousin later shared the wealth and spread the dolls even further around the family.

And I never saw them again.

That is until my soul sister sent me a vintage Ballerina Barbie, which was received with the same amount of squealing and delight as the original.  She sits ever so proudly on the Barbie shelf in my bedroom, along with various princesses and even Galadriel.

Yes, I, a grown woman with a grown child, have Barbies in my bedroom.  Deal widdit.

My little sister?  She has tons, and they have their very own room.  Envious beyond words.

I’m currently trying to make a bagel magically manifest on my desk.

So far, no luck.

As many times as I’ve been accused of being an evil witch, one would think that I’d be able to put the skills to work for me. But noooooo, no bagel for moi.

Bah!

A friend of mine just suggested decaf… I told her that she had a filthy mouth and needed to wash it out with soap.

For you addicts, here’s a few signs you’ve been drinking too much coffee:

Juan Valdez names his donkey after you
You get a speeding ticket even when you’re parked
You grind your coffee beans in your mouth
You sleep with your eyes open
You have to watch videos in fast-forward
You lick your coffee pot clean
Your eyes stay open when you sneeze
The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse
You can type sixty words a minute with your feet
You can jump-start your car without cables
Your only sources of nutrition comes from “Sweet & Low”
You don’t sweat, you percolate
You’ve worn out the handle on your favorite coffee mug
You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee
You’ve worn the finish off you coffee table
The Taster’s Choice couple wants to adopt you
Starbuck’s owns the mortgage on your house
You’re so wired you pick up FM radio
Your life’s goal is to “amount to a hill of beans”
Instant coffee takes too long
You want to be cremated just so you can spend eternity in a coffee can
You name your cats “Cream” and “Sugar”
Your lips are permanently stuck in the sipping position
Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup

We had a Cinco de Mayo celebration at work today - complete with a Mariachi band currently roaming the hallways. No, I’m so totally not making that up. It’s cracking me up, hard to work with it, but it’s fun.

Lunch was from Baja Fresh. Yours truly made herself not one, but two fajitas. Plus two chicken taquitos. Plus chips and guacamole. Damn them for not providing margaritas too! Where’s my tequila bitchez?!

Now if you don’t mind, I need to unbutton my pants and burp. I’m stuffed! Maybe a little afternoon siesta.

Stolen, once again, from the loverly Darth Bitch (gee, I’m so suprised we had the same result!)

8 - the Asserter

you chose AY - your Enneagram type is EIGHT (aka “The Challenger”). “I must be strong” Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective. How to Get Along with Me Stand up for yourself… and me. Be confident, strong, and direct. Don’t gossip about me or betray my trust. Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side. Give me space to be alone. Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don’t flatter me. I often speak in an assertive way. Don’t automatically assume it’s a personal attack. When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that’s just the way I am. What I Like About Being a Eight being independent and self-reliant being able to take charge and meet challenges head on being courageous, straightforward, and honest getting all the enjoyment I can out of life supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me upholding just causes What’s Hard About Being a Eight overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don’t intend to being restless and impatient with others’ incompetence sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it never forgetting injuries or injustices putting too much pressure on myself getting high blood pressure when people don’t obey the rules or when things don’t go right Eights as Children Often are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit are sometimes loners seize control so they won’t be controlled fugure out others’ weaknesses attack verbally or physically when provoked take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings Eights as Parents are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted are sometimes overprotective can be demanding, controlling, and rigid Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele The Enneagram Made Easy Discover the 9 Types of People Harper SanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages You liked the test? so S P R E A D I T ! tell everyone!!! (use Quick-Paste below) you wanna know MORE? so check out, what Google found about your type… or do you prefer to You are not completely happy with the result?! You chose AY Would you rather have chosen: BY (FOUR) CY (SIX) AX (SEVEN) AZ (THREE)

Link: The Quick & Painless ENNEAGRAM Test written by felk on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test