Me!

Life has been quite interesting since last I posted.

I've moved to Hawaii, where I party every night with a guy on each arm.  I then take them back to my lair, where I suck out their blood.  However, if they're cute enough, I keep them as pets...who would have thought that cute guys would make such wonderful servants?  Not I...

That's right, I'm now a vampire.  This proved to be a poor turn for my marriage, considering my husband wasn't real thrilled when I came home that fateful night with bite marks.  He tends to be a bit jealous, see.  Ah, well...like sands through the hourglass, blah, blah, blah.

Okay, so I'm a big liar.  I did, however, move to Oregon, and am in the middle of a divorce.  This should come as no surprise to the audience of ONE that reads this page...

...but hopefully, he doesn't shy away from bite marks.  ;)

And here, a lolcat for your trouble:

moar funny pictures

I may not be the prettiest girl out there.  Far from it, actually.  But my husband finds me attractive...and he's the only one that matters.

I may not be able to afford a nice house, or the latest clothes in fashion.  But we have a decent apartment, all of the necessities and lots of little luxuries.  Nor do I want to buy a house right now, as I don't want to stay in Phoenix.

My work ethics may not be the best in the opinion of somebody that's been a slave to their job(s) for years, but I've only had ONE full time job in my life, and I've held it for almost seven years - even through a massive downsizing - and I feel that counts for something.

I may be shy, and have a hard time making friends.  And I refuse to pursue a friendship that I don't feel is being reciprocated (I will *not* be the friend people just "put up with").  But outside of this stupid Internet world, I have lots of friends that love me dearly, whom I would do anything for, and vice versa.

Bah, it's just one of those nights for me.

Now on to the rants -

- A friend I made a little over a year ago through a mutual friend randomly removed me off of her friends list in a game we both play.  Considering I didn't think I had talked to her much recently - and had really had no chance to piss her off, it was like "wtf?"  I knew she went through a time where she had not been playing the game, but now it looks like she's back and...you know, if you don't like me, freaking tell me WHY, especially if you were somebody I used to talk to/hang out with rather regularly.  Dropping somebody for no good reason is, in my opinion, incredibly freaking immature and makes me want nothing to do with you.  But apparently that was the whole point, right?  Sigh.  That right there is why I don't typically make friends with women.  I'm a woman and I don't get them.

And no, I don't want to hear excuses for her anymore.  I have never done anything but try to reach out to her.

- Another friend apparently is pissed off at me because I won't go out to her house for every event she has over there (keep in mind she lives about 40 minutes away), but also that I would have John's party at a place about 40 minutes away in the other direction.  Um...cause he's my husband?  Because, maybe, I thought he might enjoy it? 

- This isn't really a rant, but it's sort of saddening.  During Kat's wench party last October, when we saw the strippers at the club, there was one (female) dancer that we all just fell in love with...she was beyond gorgeous, in that, as Satine stated in Moulin Rouge, "smoldering temptress" type of way.  Well, we got to discussing her last Saturday and Angeli had mentioned that the girl had a website, and that she was a rather well-known Domme in Phoenix.  I looked her up, saw a picture of her practicing a fetish and thought two things: "Okay, that's her" and "Eeeuuuggghhh...never mind..."  because um...blood play?  Not particularly attractive.  Thus ended my one decent female crush.  Sigh.

I was going to add more, but I'm tired now.  Freaking good night...enjoy these posts, they're all you get for another few months.  Grumble, grumble, grumble.

So...my hubby's birthday was last Friday.  Since Danny had to work Friday night, we decided to do the party on Saturday...and after a lot of bickering and whining - all done by him ;) - I told him I would plan his damned party and he would just have to be happy with it.  His only stipulation was that we go to a strip club. 

Soo, a trip to GameWorks (a gigantic quasi-adult arcade) and the hottest cabaret in the Phoenix Metro area was in order for the night.

I was very uneasy about GameWorks, mainly because we had to have a party of at least 10 people - or rather, I would have to pay for 10 people.  Given that most of our friends can be pretty damn...well, flaky (and yes, I know I can be too, not trying to be the pot here :P), I was scared to death that it was going to be me and John, and a bill of over 200 dollars...but by some miracle, all of the other people that were invited showed up.  Well, except for one, but that really didn't surprise me, and another friend ended up showing up as she had the night off unexpectedly, so it was still good.  :)

At any rate, the time there was an absolute blast.  We ended up being allowed to stay at the table for much longer since we were the last party for the night (go me and my spontaneous planning!), but the cake was terrible...it was supposed to be an ice cream cake, but it tasted like an ice cream cake that had been left out...overnight.  So I got a refund...which was good, because I was pretty annoyed.

After playing around in the arcade, we were off to the club...well, eight of us were.  It was getting pretty late by this point, so instead of going to a cheaper club (like John had wanted), we ended up going to the club I had originally chosen (supposedly the best club in Phoenix, that John's wanted to go to for a loooong time).  And holy cow, it was crowded...we must have spent at least 20 minutes walking back and forth around the club trying to find a place to sit.

At some point, dear Angeli made some kind of deal with one of the servers there (she refuses to disclose the details :P), and we ended up spending the evening in the VIP section. 

I have not had that kind of fun in a long time.  It may have been that I was surrounded by some of my closest friends (including two that I hadn't seen in years, but I decided to try and get in touch with for this party), or that other friends weren't around to make the night aggravating (some friends, though I love them to death, just cannot deal with people having fun), or that I got some lap dances by some rather attractive dancers ::grins evilly::, but it was just a fantastic night.

As to why I call them Frumpy's Cabaret?  They wouldn't let us give each other lap dances, or even sit on the arms of the sofas...sigh.  We just had to find different ways to be silly, so we ended up swapping partners for the night. 

No, not really.  (I have a limit to my silliness, sheesh)

So John really enjoyed his birthday party, which is good, because it's the last one he ever gets. ;)

I think the Stupid Train took a detour through my office.

I just don't get it. 

I don't get why I'm caught in between some stupid petty fight between the two section leaders.

The center manager called me into the old supervisor's office yesterday for a "chat".

In the 6 and a half years I've worked there, I have never ever ever been called into a meeting with him.

He wanted to discuss some issues with job distribution (basically trying to see how much more can be put on to me without causing overtime, to which my answer was that I'm behind on my work as it stands right now, so nothing), and I could also tell that he was trying to gauge how everything has been downstairs.  He made mention of the argument he had with my boss on Friday, and about how upset she got (which I thought was entirely inappropriate, it's her business to tell me about her feelings, not his). 

After the leads, I have seniority in our area by a huge margin.  So, I'm in this precarious position where they want me to take on as much as I can to help them out (which is fine, not an issue at all), and they tell me things that the other girls aren't privy to, but I also feel like they use me for their personal punching bag, because they know I'll take it.  Not so much by my boss, because she knows that my mood isn't the best for taking it right now...but her attitude towards everything at work is paining me.

And she wonders why I'm stressed.  She doesn't realize that I'm super-sensitive to every emotion nearby me right now.  My mind cannot take any more right now.  It's full...lol.

My "What is Tanya listening to" moment of the day is brought to you by Trans Siberian Orchestra, and the Most Awesome Christmas Song Ever:

(Well...it doesn't really sound all that awesome on this video, but it was the only one I could find without it being either a live performance of TSO, or a live performance of some other band.  Sigh.)

I have deleted some of my contacts in Yahoo:

1.  People who haven't logged in for a loooong time (like over six months), and
2.  People who made friendlist requests, and have consistently been in stealth mode.  And yes, I know who you are.  Being invisible every now and again when you don't feel like being bothered is one thing, and I understand this.  But there are people who have been invisible since we swapped Yahoo information, and this is the height of rudeness, in my opinion.

This also applies to SL, now that we have privacy settings.  With the exception of like, one person (who I talk to regularly in RL, and only plays SL if I really want him to), if I don't see a contact on for a month or two, they're getting deleted, as I'm assuming they either don't play anymore, or don't care to converse with me.

This is one time I really wish we had the old SL forums...I would be cracking up at the first stories of "OMG this girl I THOUGHT was a friend wasn't on for a long time, and then when I mapped my boyf I found him in Luskwood, and he was a raccoon and SHE was there and they were on those pose balls, you know the ones...and waaaaahhhhh...."

In other news...I have absolutely fallen in love with the band Lacuna Coil.  My favorite song:

(Warning - you may want to turn your volume down a bit.  If you don't like hard rock/metal at all whatsoever, regardless of whether there's a hot chick in the band or not, this song is not for you.)

...where I did something completely out of character for me.

As most of you know, I'm not a sports person.  I was always the last person picked for sports as a child (mainly though, because I have this tendency to duck if a ball's coming towards my face), dance classes (and a bout of tennis in high school) were the most physical activities I could handle without running away with a panic attack.

This weekend, I finally let John take me to a paintball game (actually, a scenario), and...holy crap, am I addicted.

However, I felt very much trapped inside my overweight, asthmatic body.  I was pretty ashamed of myself, not being able to keep up with...anybody out there. 

I had a sort of revelation this weekend, I've only spoken to a few people about it (and plan on keeping it that way)...but suffice to say, some changes are being made. 

I did, however, accomplish the goals I had set for myself while I was out there:

1) Try at least one game (I played a few, but I forgot my inhaler, and Saturday was problematic for other reasons as well, so I didn't play as much as I wanted)

2) Find out if I can deal with the pain from a paintball hit (I took one in a fairly sensitive spot...no...not there, or there either, you pervs, it was in the underarm!  At any rate, it did sting, but not enough to deter me.)

3) Prove my capabilities to me, and to the only other person whose opinion I care about (to say John was pleasantly surprised by my actions out there is an understatement...and you have no idea how good that makes me feel.)

This event was held in Northern Arizona (just Northwest of Prescott) and the weather was beautiful all weekend long.  The scenario was very creative, if a bit chaotic, and pretty exciting for this newbie.  I'm very glad John talked me into it, it was a much-needed vacation (even if I ended up walking about 4 miles Saturday because we blew a tire...but I would like to forget about that).

So, yeah.  Meet my new hobby, it's expensive, painful, and crazy fun.

I read the results, and just gaped.

Fainted.

Woke up, and gaped some more.

With the exception of the Senate seat (which I'm not too upset about, it's the other Senator I want to see out as quickly as possible), everything happened, perfectly.  Per-fect-ly.

You can seriously tell which generations got up off their asses and voted this time.  Senior citizens, as one of our propositions would have direly affected them had it gone the other way...and my generation, as we're all a bunch of nutjob liberals.  :D

Go Arizona, you've sort of redeemed yourself in my eyes, not that you care anyways.  :P

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It's Sunday night now.  John sems to be feeling better but is still recuperating and tired.  To be honest, I'm still worn out...I got 9 full hours of sleep last night, and then a 2 hour nap, and my body is soooooooooore, like I ran a marathon and I don't remember.  I think I could have slept for another 4 hours or so today, but Aaron may have taken issue with that...

Some good things today!  In WoW, the group I'm in took our first look inside a dungeon many of us have been anxious to go into for a long while, and it was pretty awesome.  Despite the drama (which is very little anymore anyways), I just love this game...there's always something fun to do, and even if there's not, that's what my friends are for (and I have a new warlock mentee/potential friend, hooray!  My very first one gave me the nickname that I used for my Vox address, in case anyone was interested.)  Granted, I'm not on the game nearly as much as I used to be, but that's a good thing...I don't need it as much as I used to.  My child and RL friends don't play, after all, and they like attention every now and again.  ;)

So, nothing big happened today, but that's fine by me...as roller-coaster-y as this weekend was, I did learn something valuable on Friday that I was wondering about for years, and it was a wonderful revelation...I got to be part of a beautiful ceremony between two of my best friends on Saturday (and see Kat's sister get proposed to!  O.O ), and relax on Sunday for the most part.  Let that be the most excitement we have for two weeks (in two weeks we're off to Prescott for a paintball weekend game thingie), and I'll be content.