Huggs and Kisses and Many Many Thanks!

I just wanted to take the time out to thank everyone who has read and commented on the interview over at vent. I am so glad that I had the chance to share my story with the blogosphere! Although I am proud of myself I have to remember to stay humble and not let all the praise get to my head or trouble will soon prevail! Thanks again everyone, love you all!

Boob Shadows

Ok folks my mother had to have a heart catheterization this morning and they found a blockage so they inserted a stent. She'll be okay. The reason I am posting this is to show you guys how my family is and how we deal with things. We laugh.

As the doctor is explaining things to us this morning she tells us that she looked over the stress test herself but isn't sure if the marks are blockages or just breast shadows. At the words breast shadow we all look at eachother and bust out laughing. The doctor has this look on her face like, what's so damn funny and in between chuckles I explain to her that my mother doesn't have boobs so how the hell can she have shadows? She cracks a smile and we instantly feel at ease with her qualifications, she'll treat my mom ok.

An Interview with Ron

A fellow blogger asked me earlier in the week if I would interview with him. I absolutely love his blog and have read his other interviews, so when he asked I immediately said yes. Then he told me what he wanted to talk with me about: my previous addiction to heroin. Gulp! I didn't have to think about it long though, I knew that Ron would do an outstanding job! He is respectful, funny, sarcastic and has this amazing way to make me laugh and think at the same time!
We discussed addiction and both know that people have misconceptions about what/who addicts are, together we hope that this interview will shed some light on the subject. Feel free to comment both here and on Ron's blog, and without further ado, I give you Ron from vent ...

Crazy workplaces

So I was at my grandmother's house last night and my aunt and I were talking about the crazy things that go on at our jobs. I was thinking that maybe we could all share some horror stories about this with eachother in order to maybe lessen our loads, or if nothing else get a big laugh! So I'll go first:

A few months ago there was a sign on our cooler door. Now I've got to set this up properly in order for you to get a good glimpse into the sadistic mind of my boss. This cooler is actually one of those walk-in types that he so funnily refers to as the walking cooler. So on the door of so called walking cooler there was a huge piece of ripped carboard held on with grey duck tape which read:
TO THE MUTHERFUCKER WHO IS DRINKING MY CHOCOLATE MILK
STOP IT!
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Notice that motherfucker is spelled wrong!

My aunt's workplace also enjoyed a politically correct sign in their bathroom which read:
TO WHOMEVER IS WRITING WITH FECES ON THE LADIES ROOM WALL....

So I was interested in finding out what your stories are?

Gimme some Head

I love when I get a new tiny head under my followers category. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Yes people it has been so long that I refer to this as getting head!

A Job Well Done

Well I did it! I gave my speech and I totally ROCKED it out! I was so nervous this morning I thought the moment I got up there I was gonna fall over from exhaustion of not sleeping last night. I was up anticipating the damn thing all night! What is wrong with me?

I was scheduled to go first, so I went into class a bit early to get myself situated and decided that I was gonna take some deep breaths and just let go. That's what I did. I got up there, looked at the 20 something faces staring back at me and just let the shit fly out of my mouth. Since I had the advantage of going first I set the bar for the rest of them. And let me tell you, I set that bar pretty damn high if I do say so myself!

Thanks to all who encouraged me and gave out good thoughts, they came in handy!

Love and Pasta

I woke up this morning with an overwhelming domestic urge. At the time I didn't quite understand what it was that was driving me to clean and cook so early on a Sunday morning, so I just went with it. As I was putting together the ingredients to make my grandmother's tomato sauce I remembered: It is my ex's birthday today.

Aha, that's why I am feeling this way. I used to perform all those wifely duties; cooking, cleaning,nuturing, and I realized: I miss them.

I was stirring up more than just herbs and spices. Memories of our life together swirled around my brain and I just couldn't help myself; I started to cry. I miss her.

I know in my head that things are over between us, but if someone could let my heart know that maybe I'd be able to remember the devastation that she caused me.

Well all the cooking I am doing this morning won't go to waste anyways and I love the smell permeating through the apartment! My grandma used to tell me that she put her heart and soul into her special tomato sauce and I finally understand what she meant by that.

Anyone like a little heart and soul?