Wench? Witch? Bitch? YES

I do not know, these days, whether to fuel up the broom, gas up the Sin Wagon or climb on the scoot. A tough call.
Work requires that I take the broom in. There is a witch hunt underway and I'm one of the targets. They want a witch? They've got one. I do hope they are prepared for this encounter. Tis with glee in my heart and a smile on my face that I do battle with the inferiors.
The Sin Wagon,,she's lovely. I had almost forgotten how much fun this could be. Details? Nevah. Use your imagination. A little more. Throw in some Scotch. Good Scotch. Make the skirt shorter. Toss the hair. Sideways grin. Turn the music up,,,classical of course. Remember it now?
Spent the morning trying to find appropriate jeans for riding on the back of a scoot with a Pirate. I was told to get 501s. I ended up throwing them at the wall. Young puppy trying to assist me asked very politely if I needed some help,,was there a problem? "I cannot get THESE FUCKING JEANS TO FIT". That is the only problem. Young puppy grinned,,ma'am these are mens jeans. They were not made for bodies like yours. If men had bodies like yours we would all be gay. Great. Thanks puppy. I'll try again later.
Blessed sleep last night,,,after the most incredible episode of CSI ever. I cried. All men should be like Grissom. All men should BE Grissom. Oh to be loved like that. Someday maybe.
Going to sleep tonite. Big sleep. Preceded of course by bubble bath. Long week. Wait,,long two weeks. No broom tonite. No Sin Wagon. No scoot. No Pirate. Just me and my bubbles,,,and sleep.

The wheels on the bike go round and round,,,

Could also be titled Life with a Pirate. Don't know that it's necessarily "life",,or "with",,but,,it has in fact been a week with a Pirate. I've met an amazing man. Fascinating to the core. Intriguing and impossibly complex. Just exactly like I like them. Dark and swarthy and elegant and dangerously charming. If you have ever encountered a pirate you know of what I speak. If you haven't,,find one. It's so worth the ride,,no matter how long he lets you ride with him.

On a more somber seat on the bike,,,Maggie has surgery October 12. Yep, my Maggie. Cross your fingers, light all the candles. I'm sending out the word to the voodoo goddesses as well. She simply must be ok. She has no option. She is my Maggie. She is also my 19 year old Maggie. How, I ask, did that happen? Wasn't she just a kid with braces last year? Didn't we just get her potty trained and off to pre-school? 19. My baby girl. October 12,,7am,,I'll keep you posted.

There will be no Vegas trip. The Pirate and I will be going somewhere else. I have hurt a good man with this decision. I'm not proud of it. He needs someone much different than I am or can be. I don't think it's a loss for either of us,,but I don't feel right about the way I handled it,,or didn't handle it. He deserved better treatment from me.

Work returns tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. It's a dang shame there is a mortgage with my name on it and two cars riding on my employment. I could so fall into the life I lived this past week.

For now,,that's it,,,I must go,,,Horatio steps back into my reality tonite. CSI Miami premier. Grissom returns Thursday. So many incredible men.

Listening to: my own heartbeat
Reading: LoneStar Rally in Galveston website

Alicia,,,I did you proud darlin,,,the Sin Wagon still runs,,,

The HappyGirl Dance

Where to even start? Life is so good right now. So very good. Yesterday was a nonworking day. Those are always good. Right? Had plans to meet Sarah for ritas on the patio at Mesa Rosa,,,how can that ever be a bad thing? It was 83 degrees outside,,perfect patio weather. Just as I was getting ready to go, Maggie showed up. With news. She hated to tell me,,but Mallory was coming home. MALLORY IS COMING HOME. For the entire Thanksgiving week. I sat down at the kitchen table and cried. I nearly fell over. My Mallory is coming home. I get to see her. I get to hold her. I get to snuggle in her bed with her and smell her Malloryness in my house. Mallory is coming home. I giggled. I grinned. I cried. Maggie just looked at me,,she understood. My girl is coming home. Verily I say unto you,,,I am the happiest, luckiest mom in the whole world. I didn't think I would get to see her until Christmas,,and she's coming home a full month before that. Just for a week. A blessed week of Mallory being home. Yes.

Longhorn game tickets. Get to see the Horns make me crazy in person. I can feel the roar,,smell the excitement,,breathe the Longhorn air. Going to the game. Hot dogs and beer and my Horns. I don't know how much more I can handle.

Did I mention that life is just good right now?

Even the Napoleonic bitchfromhell at work cannot bring me down. I did make it clear today that I don't need a mother,,I have one. I checked my left hand,,no ring there,,and until Napoleon decides to drop three carats from Tiffanys onto the ring finger of my left hand,,she does not have the right to be on my back and up my ass for twelve hours every day. If she shows up with a little blue box and the requisite ring,,we'll talk. Until that time,,she can back off. Immediately. She doesn't feed me, she doesn't fuck me, she didn't give birth to me and she doesn't sign my paycheck. She matters not. I think that's clear enough for even a flawed little general to comprehend. Don't you?

Still smiling,,big huge smile,,I love life right now.

Did I mention life is good?

Doing the happygirl dance to the bubble bath,,,

Updates, observations and ,,,sadness

Mallory has stepped out of the box and started her new life in grand style. She loves DC. She would love it more if they had chips and salsa and decent margaritas. She loves teaching. She would love it more if she didn't have to work so many days in a row,,I mean,,what kind of world is this where you have to go to work everyday? And with so many KIDS. Teaching would be a lot easier if there weren't so many kids. Welcome to reality. She's doing great.

Maggie is in her second year at St. Eds. Deans List. Way too many hours of really cool, impossibly hard stuff. She's taking Arabic. Yep. Arabic. Learning to read and speak it. Multiple CSI classes. Loves them. Not sure what else except when she was reading her schedule to me I was just so glad it was her schedule and not mine. Didn't have room in the schedule for piano so she's taking it privately in her free time. Free time? Maggie is doing very maggiewell. Perfection actually.

For me,,life is good at the moment. Work is work. Hostile and toxic at times,,Napolean and I just were not meant to get along. Matters not,,I get up and put on my special scrubs with the target painted on the back,,make sure the tattoo on my forehead that says "FUCK ME OVER" is visible and go merrily about my business. I'm praying for karma. Surely somewhere there is a very large truck that is just itching to run down a lardass nurse with a bad attitude and worse hair. It would be so sweet to get that news.

Pavarotti died. I'm sad. Can anyone sing Ave Maria like he? Nessum? He sang me through many long drives. His voice was the background music to my tears countless nights. He and the other two tenors were my motivational music for Saturday morning cleaning. It doesn't seem right,,The Two Tenors. He is missed already.

Football season is here. Opening GameDay last Saturday. The Horns,,well,,they looked like,,umm,,,they looked like ,,,well,,they won. I still cannot figure out what the heck kind of defense that was,,or wasn't. We were playing a school that shouldn't have scored except possibly after the game on 6th street and we came out of it with a marginal victory. A win is a win,,don't get me wrong. This one goes in the W column for sure. Colt looks stronger than last year. Still not showing any signs of color blindness,,as in he tends to throw to the burnt orange and white the majority of the time. Sweed and Charles look good. We need to build GPS into their helmets ,,they tend to take the long side to side route to the goal line. I'm not sure about our defensive line. We are either the smallest big line I've seen,,or the slowest smaller line. To have the size we have we should have been crashing through and giving that Arkansas QB a real Texas welcome on every play. We didn't. Usually I have a lot of questions answered with the first game. This time I just have more questions. Please don't let this be a sign of things to come.

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