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Name: BeeZee
Birthday: 2/28/1956
Gender: Female
Interests: music, cooking, watching the world go by in utter bemusement....
Expertise: Hah!! umm......momhood? And I'm a helluva good waitress and bartender.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
6/11/2004
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| Moving and Fashion- a summary.
Moving became somewhat....random..... due to people inconveniently contracting HAMTHRAX and uncooperative (ie:Minnesota-typical) weather.
Friday morning- first load, 9:00 a.m., 67 degrees F., hazy. Final load that day, 11:20 p.m., 33 degrees F., rain turning to snow.
Cat got out.
Snow
Unhappy cat.
Woe.
Both days a great deal of the moving was accomplished by Spawn and three of his fellow geek-men (17 and 18 y.o.), one with a truck and a spanking new driver's license!
We were only moving a block. No worries. Much.
Anyway, they pretty much rocked the house and were rewarded with high praise, pizza and actual spending $$ this week when I get paid.
Ah, the Fashion part. This is Important Stuff.
In the moving process, the Geek-men kept close -close- track of the important stuff. At all times they knew where the gaming systems, televisions and chinchilla food were. *nods*
Human food? Not so much. If it wasn't pizza it ended up in bags in the garage. I only had to shag away two squirrels to rescue it.
Why they wanted the steak sauce... *shudder*
Oh yeah. Fashion.
Shiny.
Sunday night- I am operating on about 10 hrs sleep (total) over 3 nights. Rounding up clothes for work Monday.
Work pants...where are my work pants? no. no. not this box oh wait, here's a black skirt...tags still on, kinda wrinkled. I can run it through the dryer.
ONE work shirt? The other 5 went ???? WTF? Shoes...check.
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f**k! WHERE IS THE BOX WITH MY UNDERWEAR??
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whattya mean the dryer won't heat??
Here, we'll take the shelves back off of this rack and hang everything over the heat register on it. That's why we HAVE bakers racks, right?
Right.
Monday! Happy alarm sounds at 5:30 a.m.
Me: OW! owowowow badwordbadwordbadword (muttered so as not to wake geek-men of the household who are STILL SLEEPING!) *glares*
Hobble downstairs. We now have 2 stories. This is allegedly a Good Thing.
Make tea. Gulp tea and quantity of Motrin.
Bath! Yes, after an epic battle the water heaters were lit yesterday. I have massive quantities of hot water! No more half-assed tepid apartment showers! RAWK!
Steamy!.....ahhhhhhhh.......*sinks*
shampoo? hello?
ohgawdwhere'sthe boxwiththetoiletries?
As in comedy, sometimes improv works, sometimes it should die quietly in a corner somewhere.
Finally I arrive at work. The happy homeowner/barista is wearing a still slightly wrinkled black skirt instead of her black work pants and a still slightly damp work polo shirt. Really only chilly when I am actually outdoors.
In addition, I am wearing a pre-weightloss bra that was in a box of old pre-weightloss clothing. Scratchy, way too big but covers the important bits.
I am also wearing a pair of Spawn's socks. White. Sport socks. Go nicely with black work Reeboks and aforementioned wrinkled black skirt.
It's A Look. Trust me on this.
Hair is very flat as it was washed with hand soap since we can't locate the shampoo, but HA! Fooled the godlettes of Bad Hygiene! I had deodorant and a spare toothbrush in my purse so I didn't actually stink!
*proud*
Ah.....heh. I can hear your minds jumping to the next obvious question.
Commando or not?
hmmmmm.......
Did she or didn't she?
Maybe I shouldn't tell you neener neener.
Well, she didn't. I am not anti-commando, but not me....not in a skirt. At work. Nope. No way, no how.
Not that brave/foolhardy. Or young and silly. Take your pick.
The pièce de résistance of the outfit is- I wore a pair of Geek-man (elder edition)'s boxers. Yes, the 6'5"-not-a-tiny-guy's undies.
Bloomers are in again ladies! Rejoice with me!
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Feh. Okay, fine then. Don't.
See if I care. I was a vision I tell you!
Epilogue: Came home Monday a tired, aching wobbly little thing. Said "I am going to nap for 90 minutes and then get up and Accomplish Things!"
12 hours later: AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!! What did you DOOOOOO????????
Geek-fella: "I let you sleep. You needed it."
Two things: This means that Tuesday's LOOK is going to be pretty much a repeat of Monday AND.....
I MISSED THE FOOTBALL GAME!! MONDAY NIGHT VIKES vs. PACKERS!! AT LAMBEAU!!
*wails*
......and they all drank lemonade.
The End
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| I am bouncing between ridiculously happy because of the house we got, and so so sad because of the death of my friend's son.
LUKE LAWRENCE HYLDEN
Luke Lawrence Hylden, 18, of Duluth, died accidently Wednesday, March 25, 2009, at his home.. Luke was born Nov. 12, 1990, in Duluth. Luke is survived by his mother, Debbie, and his father, Eric; his favorite sister, Hannah; grandparents, Barb and Terry Davis; and many, many aunts, uncles and cousins. He also leaves behind friends too numerous to count; his girlfriend, Kelly; and his dog and soul-mate, Johnny Cash.
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Accidently in this case means it was an accidental overdose, not a deliberate one.My heart is breaking for his family. He and son+ were good friends when they were little, not in touch so much in recent years.Hold you children close- never take those you love for granted. | | |
| The problem with being so happy at home?
I never want to go anywhere 
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| 63 degrees F!! w00t! (that's hmmm....17.2 to you Celsius nuts).
The flowers that bloom in the Spring tra la....
......la
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