The Twisted Minds of Aimee and Angie

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit. - EE Cummings

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Want to know something that annoys me?

When someone wants something of a sexual nature that they know you're not 100% comfortable giving but because you care for (or love -- whatever) them, you bend to their will and give them what they want, BUT because they know that you are only doing it for them and not for your own pleasure, they don't want it anymore, it's suddenly lost it's appeal.

I don't get that.

If someone cared enough for me to put themselves out there and do something that takes them out of their comfort zone for no other reason than they know it will bring me pleasure, I'd embrace their actions not denounce them.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Angie

As I was telling Aimee in the email I just sent her back, no she's not the only one who's had these moments.

For instance, I was going throught some old pictures looking for an older picture and I happen across a picture of me wearing my ex-boyfriend's (of course he was my bf at the time) practice football jersey. My mom had taken the pictures cause I sent him a copy of them while he was away at basic traning after we graduated high-school.

I also know that in that same memory box are the black satin heels I wore to our junior prom. Now I have no intention of ever wearing those high heels again, but I feel the need to keep them, even twelve years later.

So no Aimee, you're not the only one that holds onto things that mean something. Even if they don't mean as much now, I'm sure we all hold onto things because they're memories of a time in our lives. A memory of what someone meant to us then, even if the feelings have faded.

Hopefully you can look back on the things you have kept and smile.

Aimee

Have you ever done something so completely teenager-ish that you'd like to (literally) bitch slap yourself for being so bloody foolish?

Well, for pity's sake, I did and today, as I recollect on my recent stint with teenager-y foolishness, I have to hang my head in shame. I am 30 years old for fucks sake, what was I thinking?

To save myself from the embarrassment that I know confessing my foolishness will garner, I shant tell you what it was that *I* specifically did, but I will give you an example of what it is I'm talking about here.

Back when you were in high school (or hell, middle school even) there was more than likely a time when you had a "thing" for someone and they, for one reason or another, gifted you with something (a picture, a letter, a voicemail) and being the sappy, hopeless romantic that you were (are), you covet it like it's gold (platinum even) because after all, you've got a "thing" for that person and this whatever it is you've got came from them and you don't care how many people roll their eyes at you, you're keeping it dammit. And then by some tragic twist of fate something happens (the letter gets wet, the picture gets ripped, the voicemail accidentally gets erased) and you're devastated because as foolish as it sounds, it meant something to you because they meant (mean) something to you.

Did any of that make sense or am I the only sentimental idiot that did that shit back in the day (and apparently still do)?

Anyway, getting back on point, I had a moment like that but not exactly like that yesterday and God, I felt extremely stupid for being so childish. Oh well, I guess a stint through the vast world of immaturity every once in a awhile is okay.

On another note, I'm thinking the reason I've felt like hell the last couple of days is because I'm coming down with a cold. I woke up this morning with that obnoxious nasally timbre to my voice, which I hate, but as long as it doesn't get really bad, I'm cool. It's the most annoying thing but when I get a really nasty cold, I start sounding like a man. Seriously.

Oh well, time for me and my nasally sounding ass to get back to work. I hope you all have a lovely day.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Aimee -- Will somebody hold me? (pretty please)...

Cause I need it, dammit.

I'm all whiny and bitchy and cranky cause I feel (and imagine look) like fucking hell today. Maybe I'm getting a cold or I'm over tired or I'm... ah, who the hell knows, but whatever it is, I don't like it.

At all.

Making a list and checking it twice...

Ugh. As part of my newly formed "Aimee, get your shit together" plan, I have decided to start my Christmas shopping next weekend in order to save myself the frustration that the last minute mad, crazy, disorganized dash through the mall (which is typically how I shop for Christmas) garners me, but it’s just not looking promising. And as I sit here at 12:45 in the morning messing with some silly "Holiday Gift Ideas" checklist, I’m thinking that I’m more of an on-the-fly girl, you know?

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Aimee -- It's safe to say...

That I have a fairly nasty hangover today and it's all Christie's fault. But it's okay because we had fun.

Anyhow, before, during and after my reckless indulgence in a few too many drinks Christie and I had some fun with the camera feature on my cell phone...


^^ You see, my hair isnt that awful red anymore, it's still a bit pink in places but no more red.


^^ I think this is a cool picture of my eye.


I don't know?


^^ I'm not sure what this was about? But, shrug, who cares, my lips look pretty (LOL).

Oh well, the rest of the pictures I found when I scrolled through my phone this morning are in the "R" category and therefore shall not see the light of day.

And that's all, life is blah right now and I currently have a killer headache. I think I'm going to go back to bed and have someone wake me up when it's gone.

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Bah Humbug!! Oh wait, that's Christmas...

What I meant was...


Hope it's a good one.

~ * Aimee * ~

Angie's Entry

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!

~Travel safe

~Eat a lot

~Enjoy the time with your family

Ang

Turkey Pilgrim





Sunday, November 20, 2005

Aimee

Alright, I now know, without a doubt, that red is definitely *not* my color (Cameron apparently agrees because he said and I quote, "I don’t like it, you look like a clown.") and for some strange reason when I color my hair, my roots never seem to take. The same thing happened when I had my hair highlighted. Strange.

Anyway, moving on... I had the best time Friday night. Christie took me to Benihana for dinner (we were supposed to do this for my birthday but she was having money issues ) and it was fabulous. The food was absolutely delectable and the chef working the hibachi grill at our table was fantastic, really fantastic!!! Oh and I finally got to try a Mai Tai but sadly, I didn’t much like it – at all. What I did like, was a drink they called "Benihana Punch", I’m not exactly sure what was in it, but it was most definitely tasty, on that, I’m absolutely positive as I consumed five of the yummy things just so I could be sure (LOL). Which, for me (who can’t hold her liquor for shit), is exactly four too many. Add the Mai Tai to the five Benihana Punch’s, plus a quarter of some blue thing Christie was drinking and it’s safe to say I was pretty much gone.

And Saturday, (after I consumed massive amounts of coffee in an effort to kill the banger of a headache that plagued me) I started unpacking my books and putting them on the new bookshelves that I bought last weekend. I’m going to have to buy another set of bookshelves though because I ran out of room and there are still a whole mess of books that need a home. It’s okay, I’ll use the new shelves and if there’s still some space left over, I’ll use that too because the chances of me not buying anymore books is slim to none.

Saturday is date night so after I finished unpacking my books, I headed over to Drew’s house. And since we couldn’t really afford to go out anywhere, we opted to stay in, split a pizza and watch Sahara on DVD. It was nice.

In other (fantastic) news, it appears that TS Gamma has taken a much appreciated jog to the south so as it stands now, if the damn thing doesn’t dissipate (which I’m hoping it does), it won’t be coming here, not directly anyway.

And that’s all. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I have a million things to do today so I’m thinking I should try and get some sleep. Have a pleasant Sunday all.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Let the battle begin...

If you love me, even just a little, pray that this thing goes bye-bye. Please and thank you. Now, moving on...


Not an actual battle, per se but when you’ve got two strong willed, hard headed, bitchy females cohabitating with each other, there’s bound to be some hiccups along the way.

And there are a few.

1. Cameron has one mother not two, and the last time I checked that mother was me. So, when I tell him something, whether she agrees or not, that’s that because I said so. It’s just not a good idea, in my opinion, for her to come along and overrule a decision I’ve made, etc. regarding Cameron. If she disagrees and wants to discuss it with me privately, I’m all for it but for her to tell him that he can’t (or can) do something after I’ve told him that he can (or can’t) isn’t acceptable. Case in point: He didn’t finish his dinner Saturday night because he didn’t like it so he asked me if he could have a yogurt because he was still hungry. I said “Yes” and not 5 seconds after the word passed my lips, Christie countered with a “No”. Huh? It threw me completely off stride for a minute, I don’t know why because it’s something that Drew used to do all the time but I guess I just didn’t expect it from Christie. I regained my balance and we settled the matter but she’s stepped in a couple more times since so I’m thinking that I need to have a talk with her about that.

2. The devil incarnate is not my son and Sarah is no angel. They’re children, plain and simple and as children, they both tend to get into a bit of mischief from time to time. It’s normal and we’ve just got to roll with it. But as unruly as my son tends to be, he’s not the only child in the house that gets into trouble. Christie needs to accept that it’s not always Cameron causing a fuss, there are times when her angel is just as responsible for the chaos. As a matter of fact, the “angel” in question fed my toothbrush to the dog last week and painted her whole body a glittery silver with Christie’s $20 VS eye shadow (Christie was pissed -- LOL).

3. I don’t like when she sticks her nose into my business without any provocation from me. If I wanted her 2 cents on something, I’d have asked for it. Case in point: She wants me to call someone that called me because they didn’t call back but I won’t do it because they didn’t ask me to. That rationale makes perfect sense to me but to her, I’m being ridiculous. So, what does she do? She found their number on the caller ID and announced that she was going to call them on her cell phone for me since I wouldn’t do it, which fucking pissed me off, BTW, because we’re not in middle school anymore for fucks sake and then I‘m not into being all obsessively weird like she is with Dave (ouch, that was a low blow but she pissed me off with that shit). I do believe she got the point but when that didn’t work, she started in on the nagging. Sigh. I detest when people nag at me, there’s no point in it because nine out of ten times, I’m not going to change my mind. It was funny because she started fussing at me about it the other night and it agitated me because I was trying to watch TV so I started fussing back at her and my dad finally said, “Alright girls, if you don’t quit bickering with each other, I’m going to send you to your rooms.” Mind you, we were on the couch in the living room and technically, that is my room right now so I said, “Fine. Since this is my room, you two get out.” LOL. Anyway, that was one instance, there are others but if I listed them all, I’d be here all day. I know that her intentions are good but I’m a big girl now and as such, I’m capable of making my own decisions.

4. Dave. ’Nuff said.

But while we’ve had our fair share of hiccups in this adjustment period, there have been some really fantastic times too. You know, we never did much like each other until a few years ago but once we got past the differences that kept us at odds, we managed to build a unique and wonderful relationship and I‘m figuring once we figure out what‘s what, we‘ll be just fine.

Aside from the hiccups, things are mostly okay. Cameron still continues to challenge me at every turn and it’s tiring but I love the little brat more than anything so I’m dealing with it the best I can. I have yet to contact the doctor about the possibility of him having ADHD as was suggested because I live in a constant state of denial (which Jason told me is okay and completely understandable -- thanks Jason) but I will. As for Drew and I, we’ve recently started “dating” and it’s actually nice. It’s the weirdest thing but we get along so much better now that we’re not living together or at least I think so. Go figure.

And I know I've probably said it a thousand (million) times but Angie is the absolute greatest friend, I always know that no matter what, she'll be there for me. I love you, Ang. Always.

And that’s all. Have a great weekend.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Getting To Know Your Friends (Again).

The lovely and enchantingly beautiful Angie sent this to me and since I'm in a pisser mood today, I figured this would be better than a bunch bitching and moaning...

Okay, here's what you're supposed to do. This one is a little DIFFERENT from all of the other's floating around, so don't stop here.

Copy and paste this onto your blog then change all the answers so that they apply to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little facts about your friends. --- I did not write these questions!

*It takes a little bit of time to fill out but it is pretty informative*

*Ever been so drunk you blacked out:
Yes

*Missed work because it was raining:
Yes

*Put a body part on fire for amusement:
And why would I do something like that?? How twisted do you think I am for crying out loud?! << I concur with Angie's answer on this one.

*Been hurt emotionally:
Who hasn't.

*Kept a secret from everyone:
Mmm Hmm

*Had an imaginary friend:
Not that I recall, although, since I've suddenly turned into an insomniac, I sure as hell wish I had one right now cause it'd give me someone to talk to instead of staring aimlessly at the living room ceiling.

*Wanted to hook up with a friend:
Mmm, yes.

*Had a crush on a teacher/doctor:
I don't believe so.

*Ever thought an animated character was hot:
Umm, again, not that I recall.

*Had a New Kids on the Block tape:
LMFAO!!! Why yes, I used to have a couple of those.

*Been on stage:
Yes, many times

--------------Favorites--------------

*Shampoo:
Biolage

*Body Wash:
Bath and Body Works Sweet Pea

*Day/Night:
Night

*Summer/Winter:
Winter

*Lace/Satin:
Satin

*Favorite cartoon person:
Ti-double g-e r

*Favorite Food:
Mexican followed closely by Italian

*Favorite Movie(s):
Heck, I don't know?? Pump Up The Volume, Gleaming The Cube, Goonies, Constantine, Oceans 11 & 12, Secret Window, The Italian Job... I'm sure there are more but that's all I can think of right now.

*Favorite Book:
Anything by Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb and then there's "Tell No One" by Harlan Coben.

*Favorite Ice Cream:
It's a cross between Mint Chocolate Chip (Baskin Robbins has the best) and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

*Favorite drink:
Dr. Pepper or (when Angie lovingly sends it to me) Mountain Dew Live Wire

*Favorite drink with alcohol:
Midori Sour, I like Amaretto Sours too.

--------------RIGHT NOW--------------

*Wearing: A to-the-ankles grey skirt, a black v-kneck blouse and (get this) black flip flops

*Eating: Nothing

*Drinking: Coffee

*Thinking: Numerous things, my mind is currently in overdrive

*Listening to: The sounds of the office around me and that bloody banging noise in the warehouse

*Talking to: Not a soul

--------------LAST TIME YOU--------------

*Wore a skirt: Today

*Met someone new: Ah... hell, I don't know? Been awhile.

*Cleaned your room: I don't really have a room so I'd have to say not recently.

*Drove a car: This morning to get to work

-------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------

*Your friends: Absolutely.

*Santa Claus: Sure, that jolly old soul comes 'round every year.

*Tooth Fairy: No but I'm sure she's having a blast hanging out with the boogeyman, Elvis and the Easter Bunny << LMAO, yeah, what Angie said.

*Destiny/Fate: Yes

*Angels: Yes

*UFO's: No, but I'm sure they're out there somewhere

*GOD: Yes

------------FRIENDS AND LIFE--------------

*Who have you known the longest of your friends: Honestly? I don't really have too many friends. So, I'd have to say Angie.

*Weirdest: Hmm. Christie, I'd have to say. Yep, definitely Christie.

*Who do you go to for advice: My mommy or Angie.

*Who do you cry to: Myself mostly and then my mom.

*When did you cry the most: When Cameron was in NICU and I finally let the pain break through the wall I'd erected.

*Worst Feeling: I have to pick just one? Probably regret.

*Who will respond to this the fastest? I have no clue? Probably no one.

* Who did you send this to who won't reply? Dunno? Probably everyone.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

A rather unique approach to audio posting...

Self gratification.

What a splendid idea, huh? Well, I'm thinking that the girl I just heard fucking herself on an audio post certainly thought so.

It was rather delicious if not a bit violent. I sure as hell hope I don't scream like that when I come. Hmm.

Anyway, I'd give it a try myself but honestly, I just don't have the balls (for lack of a better word) to pull it off. Mores the pity.

Ah well, we can't all be brazen now can we?

Aimee

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Aimee

I have decided that Christie is grounded from the computer. Grounded, I say. I don't know what the hell she did to my computer last night (and of course, she wasn't home so I could ask her) but I finally just had to unplug the damn thing and restart it to get it to work right. And then to make me loathe and detest the bloody things, my computer at work was giving me hell this morning but it's all better now.

Speaking of Christie... the woman baffles me. Seriously, I just don't get her sometimes. Especially lately. She's smart, fun, funny and gorgeous, she could easily have anyone she wants, she gets offers right and left, front and back but yet, she insists on harboring some weird obsession she calls "love" for Dave. What is it with this guy? I have tried, honestly I have, to find one thing, just one bloody thing about the man that makes him so appealing to her and I can't do it. But yet it's "Dave, Dave, Dave"... I'm so sick of hearing his name, I could scream. And to make me detest him further, Christie got pregnant and from the beginning there were problems, she started bleeding and having horrible pains, there were numerous trips to the emergency room, she was admitted twice, had to have a DNC where they discovered that it was an ectopic (tubal) pregnancy and the OB/GYN didn't want to remove her fallopian tube unless he absolutely had to because she's so young so she had to go through a chemo therapy treatment in effort to kill the pregnancy tissue in the fallopian tube, since then (and that was the middle of last week) she's had to go to the lab for blood work twice so he could monitor her HCG levels and if they don't go down, he'll have to do the surgery anyway, she finds out for sure tomorrow.

Why does this make me further detest him? Well, because it takes two to create a child, I can't very well blame him for getting her pregnant, she knows what a condom is and she knows how to use it so that's on her. But I can blame him for not taking responsibility, for making her go through all this without him because he made nothing more than a half assed effort to be there for her, for telling her when she asked him if he loved her and he knew she needed reassurance, "No, not at this point", for (after a week of telling her how much he wanted this baby) breaking her heart and her spirit by insisting that if she wasn't miscarrying or it wasn't a tubal pregnancy he wanted her to have an abortion because he couldn't deal with it and for consistently continuing to try and get down her pants when he knew she was going through the worst kind of hell a woman can go through.

It's all of those things (and more) that make me detest him.

I know I'm being harsh and I also know that she'd be extremely hurt if she read this but for pity's sake, what is it going to take to make her see that the only thing he wants from her is what's between her legs? I don't know but I can't help her get past him because as much as she says she wants my help, she doesn't want to hear it, you know? Oh well, enough of that.

As for me...


I'm as fine as fine can be. Kickin' back, relaxing... Alright, not exactly but I'm okay, just going with the flow.

P.S. Thanks Jason, for briefly discussing Cameron with me the other night and I'm busy, busy, busy compiling my list of questions about ADHD for you. Again, thank you for offering to help. You're fantabulous.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Angie's Entry

Friday my mom and went warehouse shopping. It was fun. I got some good stuff. By the time the day was over my whole body hurt from walking around so much. It sucks getting old.

I found some cards of purple flowers that a local woman has in her amazing garden that I'm going to frame and hang up in my room because the pictures are that freaking good!! The colors are phenominal!

Saturday I went to my part time job and worked for a few hours then I went home, painted while making chicken wild rice soup - yum.

Sunday I hitched a ride with my sista to my other sista's house for my youngest niece's birthday party. My eldest niece, the one that ran away a few weeks ago, spent most of the day hiding from all of us. Well, when sista and I decided it was time to leave, I went to find my mom who was talking to my niece with her stepdad camped out on the floor in his very drunken state.

After I got home, I waited a while then called my mom to see how things went and ended up feeling very bad about how I have or have not come across to my niece. Apparently she doesn't understand just how much she means to me. My mom told her that "you are the daughter that Angie doesn't have". And every word of that is true. She doesn't understand that even though I don't buy her fake nails and color her hair and treat her like my own personal barbie/dress up doll, doesn't mean that I wouldn't drop everything I was doing if she called and said she needed me.

She doesn't understand that when people ask me if she's my daughter (cause we look that much alike) I feel bad for my sister!

My niece is under the impression that I don't care or that she can't come to me. Which she has no idea how much - how devistating that is to me.

I'm having a preminotion that my talk with her about running away and being a defiant snot is going to turn into a sob fest and I'm going to be the one apologizing.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Okay, now that I'm done playing...

...as I was in the post below, I'll just ramble on endlessly about inconsequential shit. Howzat?

Ah, I'm in such a strange mood today -- bored, horny, frustrated and tired, what a combo. I'm frustrated because I'm bored and horny but then again, I'm too tired to do anything about it. Shrug.

Well, I think my sister is getting back to normal, she's certainly much more lively anyway. She was trying to coerce me into getting shit faced last night and proceeded to pout because I refused to play. I know, I know, I'm such a stick in the mud but unlike Miss Christie, I had to work today. We still had fun though, we went to Costco of all places and made asses of ourselves. The woman actually made me close my eyes and do 'eenie, meenie, minnie, moe" in the middle of the store to decide what movie we were going to buy.

And I don't know what it is but I've watched more TV this week then I have in the past year, I think. This week I've watched... Category 7: End of the World, Law and Order: SVU, CSI: Miami, Bones, House, CSI: NY, Criminal Minds, CSI and Without A Trace and tonight I'm going to watch Close to Home. I don't know why I didn't start watching TV sooner. Hmm.

On a sad note, I am very sorry to see that Jason has left the building. I'll miss you Jason, you da bomb and you know it.

Okee dokee folks, I've run out of useless things to babble about so I'm out. Have a fantastic Friday.

And this is what happens when Aimee gets bored...


Here is way more than you ever wanted to know about my astrological sign (unless, of course, you’re a fixed or fire sign and then this would pertain to you as well)…

The meaning
of
Aimee

Origin: French
Meaning: Variant of Amy: Dearly loved; Beloved. From the Old French Amee, which derives from the Latin amatus meaning loved.

Aimee
A very special Leo


Aimee is one of the wisest, smartest, best looking people on the planet. Or so at least she would like to think. It's not that Aimee is vain - more that she is terribly susceptible to flattery. All Leos suffer from this little weakness. That's because, despite what astrologers are always saying about Leos and their confidence, secretly, deep down, they are a little unsure of themselves. This explains Aimee's tendency to be strongly outspoken and extrovert one moment and quietly anxious the next.

Her close friends know all about her tendency towards self doubt. They know what a warm, genuine and generous character she can be, but they also know about her natural sensitivity. Aimee's acquaintances, however, have no such insight. They feel sure that in Aimee, they are dealing with a dynamic, energetic and decisive person who it would be most unwise to cross.

Aimee is fiery and feisty - she gives the impression of being someone who knows it all. As a matter of fact, whilst she does not know it 'all', she does know quite a lot of it. Aimee is well read, well researched and always well presented. she cuts a dash, she has 'presence.' Heads turn when she enters the room. Aimee is aware of the impression she makes but not entirely comfortable with it. She knows that people are responding to her big pretence, not her true personality. That's why she so deeply treasures the company of loved ones who are strong enough to see through her façade and respect her for the mere mortal that she actually is.
(NOTE: I don't put much stock in astrology but most of that up there is on the money)

LEO IS A “FIXED” SIGN
Here, just in case you want to make your dictionary a little bigger, are four new words for stubborn. "Taurus", "Leo", "Scorpio" and "Aquarius".
These are what astrologers call the Fixed signs. All four of them have the capacity to dig in their heels and wait for what they want... no matter how long it takes. Their memories are as long as their hearts are passionate. They are, between them, the zodiac's most unashamedly sexiest signs.

What? Even the Aquarians, who are allegedly just walking computers? Yup. Especially them. They may dwell in the realm of the mind but they think, a lot, about the pleasures of the body. And this is one area where thought alone most definitely does not satisfy them.

And as for the other three... well, I'm sorry but this space is too small to waste in a description of the obvious. Besides which, this is a website for all the family. One word is all we need bother with. And that word is 'appetite'. As in voracious, relentless and insatiable.

You disagree? Well maybe that's because you happen to know one who is currently on a fast. Sometimes, ravenous people get past the point of hunger. Once they do, they can abstain for ages. Especially if they happen to be born under one of the fixed, unyielding sign. Sooner or later though, the desire to get physical will resurface... with a vengeance. But in their time, not anyone else's.
And here endeth the first lesson about how to win the heart of one of these people. You give them time. Lots of it. Months if need be. Years if you really care. And you also give them that time if you want the relationship to last. You think of the long term. You make it abundantly clear that you mean business - and you prove it, by offering your trust. You don't use words - for words are cheap, as every Taurean, Leo, Scorpio and Aquarian knows.

You don't make dramatic gestures. Indeed, you keep drama to a minimum. For even if they appear to thrive on it, they secretly find it threatening. What they want is stability, plain and simple. For while some people consider continuity to be just a little boring, these deeply loyal people crave it like a drug. And rightly so, for they deserve it.

LEO IS A “FIRE” SIGN
The element of passion and fantasy

Look... but don't touch. Kiss... but don't tell. Play... but don't get too serious. These are the basic rules of the love game in the land of fire.

Aries, Leo and Sagittarius people dwell in a world of fantasy. That doesn't mean they can't share their hearts - or that they can't make lovely, loyal, lifelong companions. But we are looking, today, at what turns them on. What gets them going? What fans their spark of fancy into a flame of fascination?

The answer, every single time, is a notion of naughtiness; a hint of challenge, a sense of forbidden fruit. Without an electric edge of dangerous discovery, the physical plane is just too plain. Lets put it even more simply - for the point is crucially important. Fire sign people like to play with fire!

Hence the reason why some pursue secret affairs - or fatal attractions. Some, but not all. And even those who ARE tempted to stray can always be persuaded to stay. But only if their lovers fully understand how important it is to keep a guessing game going.

If you want to woo, win and, most crucially of all, hold on to a fire sign companion, nurture an air of mystery. Introduce a little uncertainty into the equation. Be a bit of a tease, though only a 'bit' of one. Fire sign people love being stirred up but they hate being wound up. They like illusion but not deception. They can't get enough honesty but they soon tire of total transparency.

This subtle distinction is easy to get the hang of, as long as you keep your spirits light. Ask yourself what's going to be the most fun, what's going to produce the greatest thrill... or what's going to produce the most dramatic tension? Then, set out to create - or supply this.

Fire natives are generally most compatible with Air Signs (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius). In short, Air will "fan the flames" of Fire.

FIRE WITH AIR
You have an instant rapport and an eternal desire to get more involved with one another. Why?

Well, think about air. What happens to it when it is heated up? It expands and, at the same time, it becomes lighter. The Air sign person, in the company of a fire sign partner, turns into a hot air balloon!

The sky, quite literally, becomes the limit. Travel, to any destination, becomes gloriously possible. The air sign person, who is normally a little 'coldly logical' suddenly starts to glow with hope and excitement. And as for the fire sign person? Well, here too, a crucial need is being met. Fire cannot exist without air. The more that's on offer, the brighter the flame can burn. So, there's the attraction. Now, what's the problem?

The problem is that the fire, with all that air to reach for and not enough fuel to consume, can find that one moment it is roaring but the next, it is extinguished. Meanwhile, because the brighter the fire glows, the more air it absorbs, the air sign person can end up feeling stifled or 'all used up'.

Yet even when this happens, or everything seems to have come to a hopeless, sudden end, the passion can always, always, flare up wildly again... in moments.
Massive thanks to all of those lovely astrologers out there that valiently kept me entertained for hours today. Y'all rock.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Aimee

I love this picture...




Okay...

Sigh, living in a county that has been declared a disaster area really blows. First, I think that every man, woman and child (of legal driving age) in South Florida have forgotten how to drive completely or at the very least, how to execute a proper four-way stop. To top it off, FEMA and their oh-so-helpful "Food For Florida" food stamp program for hurricane victims turned my 20 minute drive to work into a two and a half hour nightmare (2 days in a row). And do you know what really pisses me off about this food stamp program they've set up? Half the people that are applying for this program (and causing traffic hell across the whole TriCounty area) don't fucking need it, they just want to see if they can get something for free. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for it, for the people that actually need it but a good majority of these people applying clearly don't.

Anyway...

I'm gonna have to have a talk with the mail man because I swear, if one more frog jumps out of my mailbox when I'm checking the mail I think I might go into cardiac arrest, I'm not afraid of frogs or anything but when something comes flying out of my mailbox at me, it tends to freak me out a bit. I blame him because he and I are the only two people that have keys to my mail box and I'm sure as shit not putting the slimy little fuckers in there. Hell, I'll just quit checking the damn mail all together if it happens again, there ain't ever anything in there but bills anyway and what fun are those?

One of these days, I need to get up off my lazy ass and go have my cell phone reconnected. I had my cell disconnected a few months ago because we couldn't afford two cell phone bills but my mom has been complaining lately that I'm harder to get ahold of than the President (who'd want to get ahold of him anyway? Shrug. Not me), which isn't true, not really. But alas, she insists that I never answer the bloody phone and judging from my call back rate, I must never check my messages, which again, is not true, I do so check my messages but if she calls me up and says, "Hey Aim, it's me, I'm heading out to blah, blah, and just wanted to see what you were up to. I'll talk to ya later." then why would I call her back? She said she'd talk to me later, didn't she? Sheesh, between her and Christie, I get such a bad rep. Anyhow, I suppose it's time for a trip to Metro PCS.

Speaking of calls, I got the weirdest one earlier today. This guy that my company contracts to repair pump motors called up...

Me: Good afternoon, [company name].

Him: Aimee, you have such a soft, sweet, beautiful voice.

Me: Oh, umm, thanks.

Him: I should take you to the islands.

Me: Hmm. Well, what can I do for ya [his name]?

Cathy said that he probably wants to take me to the islands and make me his "phone sex" queen. LMAO. He'd be a mite disappointed cause that's something I've never been any good at.

Oh well, that's all for me folks, I'm out. Have a fabulous Thursday.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Aimee

I'm tired, slightly worn and definitely starting to fray around the edges. I could seriously use a nap and I'm figuring that if I bothered to sleep at night, I wouldn't feel half as bad as I do right now. It could also be the fact that my infusion is two weeks late because of the hurricane and I haven't been able to reschedule it yet so I'm pretty much just running on fumes at the moment.

Anyway, Christie got to come home from the hospital last night but the chemo treatment they gave her before they released her was making her miserable and it really bothered me that there was nothing I could do to help her feel better. I tried but in this case, it was beyond me, you know? I know that emotionally, it'll be some time before she recovers but God, I hope tonight is a better night for her physically because it hurts me to watch her suffer.

On a happy note, Cameron got smiley faces for both "work" and "behavior" on his first two days back in school.

Well, that's it because I just used the only positive thing I can think of in the above sentence. I hope you all have a good one.

P.S. Thaly-Ann... Thank you for the song, sweetheart. I haven't gotten a chance to listen to it yet but as soon as I do, I'll let you know what I think.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Fuck it.

And that's about all I have to say about today because it's been a pisser of a day.

Aimee

Monday, November 07, 2005

It's been like romper room up in this bitch...

And does anyone remember those Calgon commercials? You know, "Calgon take me away..." or some such shit. Well, I tried that one numerous times tonight and it just wasn't working. Whoo. It was getting sketchy around here and I think my sanity was in grave danger people. It just wasn't looking good for a brief moment.

You see, Christie is in the hospital (again) and some how I drew the short straw and got stuck with two very rowdy children. And I have to tell you, it's been like feeding time at the zoo around this place all night long. I love kids, I really do but Cameron and Sarah together are like hell on wheels or tiny feet, whichever strikes your fancy. Anyhow, the two of them were hellbent on testing my patience and they did a fabulous job. They make a wonderful team and if it hadn't been me that they practically drove up the wall, I'd more than likely be really proud of the little hellions.

Well, those two lovely children are finally asleep (and God, it took FOREVER -- I'm not kidding either... I'm thirsty, lay with me Aimee, Sarah no nite nite now, I'm thirsty, I wanna watch that movie, Mommy's not home, I'm thirsty -- to get Sarah to go to sleep) so I think I'm going to go... I don't know, do something.

Have a pleasant night, all.

Angie? Angie who?

I figure if I make fun of myself that no one else will, right?

Well, really there's not much new with me, hence the utter lack of postings. So here's a summary:

Family: My niece had her confirmation open house a couple weeks back. She gave me attitude and I gave it right back, which I later found out upset my sister. So I sent an email this morning to explain to her my actions in the hope that she understand where I'm coming from.

Both sisters met and had lunch this past Saturday in an effort smooth things out. I'm hoping all went well.

My mom and I are taking this Friday off to hit a bunch of warehouse sales for Christmas shopping and just for fun.

I haven't heard from Brother lately. He sent me an email and I replied but I haven't heard back. I know he's trying to keep busy with the Swim team as to avoid the lonelies.

Work:
The new boss? That started in June? Well he told us last Friday that he's leaving. November 30th will be his last day. There's rumors about who his replacement will be cause as normal, our HR guy can't get his shit together and says things to people that he shouldn't be. So Paul, our general ledger guy and my friend, might be leaving a lot earlier than planned if the person we think is coming in to be controller.

The HR guy still manages to piss me off on a daily basis and it's becoming more and more frequent each day. I'm still looking tho. Something will come along, eventually.

Friends:
Teresa is still in crisis/self-destruct mode. She hasn't eaten in a week and insists that when she does, she throws up. Have any of you had this problem? I'm trying to understand this. I mean when I moved out of my ex's house and realized that we were over, found out he was and had been seeing someone behind my back, I was upset. I cried, I moped around. But I never got so low that I didn't eat for a week. Maybe a day or two, ate a bag of M & M's and that was it for one day, but never did I go a whole week. Even when I was in my deep depression, I drank like a fish and passed out most nights, but I ate every once and a while. Can anyone out there give me some insight to this?
She's finally sleeping but she's still not eating. There isn't anything I can do, I can't hold her down and force her to eat, but then of course when she drinks, she's drunk in two drinks. Like she was on Saturday. I'm frustrated with her, I'm sorry that she's going through this. But eventually it comes to a point where you have to pick yourself up, dust off and accept that things have changed, whether you like it or not, you have to move on.

I'm such a horrible friend.

In General:
Everything is going. Without a car payment, I've had the chance to catch up on my bills and get pretty much everything current. Which is the best feeling ever. Especially since they're predicting the heating costs this winter are going to be awful.

I still have to schedule the work to be done on my car.

I still don't have any men in my life, nor the prospect of any. And that's fine. It gives me more time to fantasize about the ones I can't have.

A salesguy that used to work here was in the office the Friday before last and I guess he's looking to move back here from out East. And he's a freaking hottie. I was lucky enough to get to spend a night with him before he moved out East. We'd been eyeing each other for a while and one thing lead to another. I was bummed out that I missed seeing him, but I'm hoping that next time I won't miss him.

Other than that, my life is dull.

I've noticed that there's been a sudden drop in everyone else's blogs, so I don't feel so bad about my lack of posting. Ok, I don't feel AS bad.

Take care,
Ang

Friday, November 04, 2005

Aimee -- Yay, it's Friday!!

Insomnia is a bitch, for sure. I don't know what it is lately, but I could be so tired my fucking eyes are on fire and still not be able to sleep. I was up until 3 in the morning last night just staring at the ceiling for long periods of time because no matter how hard I tried, I just could not go to sleep. I don't know but I'm thinking that I need to find something interesting to distract myself until I'm able to fall asleep because staring at the ceiling gets rather dull. Hmm. Any suggestions? Anyhow, I'm a tad tired today.

Well, I've been catching up on blogs today and a couple topics engaged my mind. So, let's talk crushes, shall we? Part of Tom's post yesterday got me to thinking...

[..."Tom, I used to have the hugest crush on you."

The sauve guy that I am, I admitted, "I know."

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?"

"Don't you ever... just know?"

She said she didn't. Apparently, there are people who don't "just know" when other people are after their tail. Fascinating but true...]

And no, I can honestly say that I've never "just known". I'm figuring it's my "why the hell would anybody be interested in me" attitude combined with the fact that I'm a tad slow at times that causes me to be oblivious but unless someone tells me that they're "after my tail" (LOL), I have no clue.

As far as myself having a crush on someone else, nine out of ten times, they'll never know unless, of course, they "just know" because (normally) I'm a bit on the shy side and being forward (typically) gives me a nasty case of the butterflies so I never actually work up the nerve to tell them what I'm feeling. Which doubtlessly sucks because if you never tell the person that you feel whatever it is you're feeling for them, you'll never know whether or not those feelings were reciprocated. Ah, us humans are a strangely perplexing breed, arent we? And honestly, in my opinion, even if the other person never knows what you're feeling for them, crushes (in all their varieties -- fun and easy, light and playful, strong and painful) are wonderful because they make you feel something and in doing that, they're reminding you that you're alive.

And because I'm feeling positively unshy and uncharacteristically forward today (probably lack of sleep), I shall confess that I, Aimee, currently have a crush of the fun and easy variety (whether it's reciprocated or not is no matter because we're friends and that's what's important to me) and if he doesn't "just know" that I'm "after his tail" then he suffers from the same state of oblivion that plagues me.

Okay, moving on...

I was reading a post this morning on someones blog that I landed at by clicking a link on another blog, sadly, I can't recall his link or where I was when I clicked on it, sorry, it was early and I hadn't had a sufficient amount of caffiene yet. Anyway, he was talking about how his wife refuses to let him kiss her (and I don't mean a chaste peck on the lips, I'm talking about a real, live, toe curling, stomach fluttering kiss involving the exchange of saliva) because she has some kind of strange hang up with the germs in his saliva (nor will she go down on him or allow him to go down on her for the same reason, the poor man). And I just don't get that. I absolutely love to kiss and when someones lips are on mine, germs are the last thing I'm thinking about. And yeah, I know the human mouth is dirty, filthy, nasty, blah, blah, blah but really, who cares? Kissing (and various other activities involving your mouth) are delicious and far outweigh some pesky little germs.

And I'll tell ya, life has been anything but dull (sometimes fun, sometimes not) since Christie moved in. We actually got into a pointless debate (we often have pointless go rounds about stupid shit because as close as we are, our personalities are like night and day plus, I think she just like to argue with me) the other night about whether or not it's right to call someone back when they didn't specifically ask you too. I said, "Nope. If they wanted you to call them back they would've said so." and she countered with, "If they didn't want to talk to you, they wouldn't have called in the first place so why wouldn't you call them back?" to which I replied, "Because they didn't ask you too." We, in perfect Aimee and Christie fashion, went round and round on the matter and eventually just agreed (but not before the smartass bitch insinuated that I'm a chickenshit) to disagree on the proper etiquette for returning phone calls. But basically we've been settling in nicely together and I'd talk about all the other shit going on with her (Christie) right now but then this post would be never ending and I'd probably just end up with a fucking migraine. So, all I'll say about that is, sometimes that woman does not use the common sense she was gifted with at birth and it's so fucking annoying to watch her make a fool of herself over someone so completely unworthy. She's far to smart and beautiful to act the way she's acting over some ignorant asshole who's only looking for a no-strings fuck. Sigh. I can feel the migraine starting already so I better stop.

Have a good one all.

P.S. Thaly-Ann... I got your e-mail, thank you. Goddess, writing or otherwise, I am not but I am honored and humbled that you think so. And of course I want you to download them for me *wink*, my impatient ass would go crazy waiting until December. I'll sit down and write you a nice long e-mail as soon as I get time and I've missed you too.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

After Wilma...

On Monday October 24, 2005, Wilma relentlessly and without mercy, kicked our asses and when she was finished with us, although we were weary and sad, we all sat back and thanked God that everyone we love was still safe and whole.

But some of the places we love, weren't so lucky...


This is the back of my mom and Robin's house after Wilma.


Robin took this picture, standing in the dining room, it used to be their back porch.


The back porch of my parents house from another angle.


This was Robin's 2 bedroom trailer in Okeechobee, they'd been using it to store some things (pictures, photo albums, knick knacks -- a lot of memories were in that trailer).



Same trailer different angle.

Losing memories and places we love was hard but that's life and there isn't anything we can do to change it. So, instead, we'll just pick up the pieces of what's left and move on.

And to lighten my mood...

YOU KNOW YOU LIVE IN FLORIDA WHEN....

Three months ago you couldn't hang a shower curtain; today you can assemble a portable generator by candlelight.

You have FEMA's number on your speed dialer.

You have more than 300 'C' and 'D' batteries in your kitchen drawer.

Your pantry contains more than 20 cans of Spaghetti O's.

You can recite from memory whole portions of your homeowner's insurance policy, specially HURRICANE DEDUCTIBLES

You are thinking of repainting your house to match the plywood covering your windows.

When describing your gutted house to a prospective buyer, you say it has three bedrooms, two baths and an open air feel to it.

Your SSN isn't a secret, it's written in Sharpie on your arms.

You are on a first-name basis with the cashier at Home Depot.

You are delighted to pay $3 for a gallon of regular unleaded.

The road leading to your house has been declared a No-Wake Zone.

You decide that your patio furniture looks better on the bottom of the pool.

You own more than four large coolers.

You can wish that other people get hit by a hurricane and not feel the least bit guilty about it.

You rationalize helping a friend board up by thinking "It'll only take a gallon of gas to get there and back."

You catch a 13-pound redfish - in your house.

You can rattle off the names of three or more meteorologists who work at the Weather Channel.

Someone comes to your door to tell you they found your roof.

Ice is a valid topic of conversation.

Your "drive-thru" meal consists of MRE's and bottled water.

Relocating to South Dakota does not seem like such a crazy idea.

You've been laughed at over the phone by a roofer, fence builder or a tree worker.

A battery powered TV is considered a home entertainment center.

You don't worry about relatives wanting to visit during the summer.

Having a tree in your living room does not necessarily mean it's Christmas.

You know the difference between the "good" side of a storm and the "bad" side.

Your kids start school in August and finish in July.

You go to work early and stay late just to enjoy the air conditioning.

And sadly, a good majority of those are true.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Halloween '05

God, I am so tired today. That's what I get for going to bed past 3 in the morning when I know I have to get up at 6:30 but it couldn't be helped. And I feel so bad for my poor dad because I've done gone and thrown him to the wolves. You see, it's not my fault, really, but schools in Broward County are still not open and I have to work. Do you see my dilemma here? Anyway, my dad (that wonderful man) has been hanging out at my house the last couple days on babysitting duty (plus directing phone calls to my office (he didn't do so hot with that one yesterday, he missed a couple), walking the dog, checking the mail... you know, all that fun stuff). Ain't he great?

Well, I was going to post these last night but by the time I got home from sitting in the hospital for hours with Christie, it was too late and I was too tired. Anyhow, here we are...




Cameron and Sarah -- aren't they sweet?




I look worn out and pissed off in this picture. I wasn't, I don't think. (And is it just me or do I have the roundest frickin' face in the whole world. It looks like an over inflated beach ball, don't it?)

Well, there wasn't a whole lot of trick or treating but in the little neighborhood where Drew lives now, there were some people still celebrating so we took Cameron and Sarah over there. We had fun.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Today was an excellent day...

And do you know why? Well, I'll tell you. It's because today 11/1/05, Aimee got to go back to work and that's a good thing. A really good thing. Granted, it did take twice the amount of time to get there because I don't think there's one bloody traffic light functioning on my ride to work and I swear, I think the majority of people down here have forgotten the concept of a 'four way stop' but ah, who cares, I got to go back to work.

And to kick this day from just good into fucking excellent, Aimee got not one but two paychecks today. Fabulous.

But sadly, Broward County schools are still closed and they announced today that they will be for the rest of the week. And that sucks. Oh and it's been raining pretty much all fucking day and that's not a good thing. But I'm not going to let it bother me because I'm having a good day and come hell or high water, it's going to stay that way.

And I'm a day late but Happy Halloween. I hope you all had a fantastic one.