Ka-blargh

Many apologies for the lack of updates. There's many excuses, but I'll only bore you with the interesting ones. :P

Got another column in the paper. Although, that only makes two that need to be posted here. The newest column comes straight from this blog. Don't remember the date exactly. Am too lazy to look back. But look up the internet post from last year. That's the one!

Many medical and work-related things have drained my time and focus. I've written many a thing to post here. But my will to actually get in front of the computer and type was drained.

Hell, my will to do anything creative has been pretty down. On a good note, I finally stocked stuff in my Etsy store. Check it out at thecompassrose.etsy.com.

Anyone else find it a bit coincidental that there's a hurricane barreling its way toward the Gulf Coast three years (give or take a day) after Katrina? Work's on hurricane watch and so am I.

Not making any promises, but I'll try my best to start getting stuff going here again. Just gotta find that will.... it's hiding around here somewhere. Just need the right motivation.

The closet politico

Crossposted from my work blog:
(do keep in mind that this was posted Friday)

So, many signs are pointing to Joe Biden, D-Del., being the next vice president. And this Delaware girl's grin couldn't be any bigger.

Sure, there's going to be a lot of flack leading up to the decision. Like how you can accidently drive out of Delaware.

Sure, there's going to be a lot of flack if he does get the spot. Like how many people couldn't find Delaware on a map.

And if Obama and Biden make it to the White House, Delaware will become a buzzword/state. Great!

Delaware's a place with a big heart and lots of gorgeous beaches. And this closet politico couldn't be more excited!

P.S. I'm well aware of that hilarious Wayne's World scene. In fact, eight times out of 10, when I tell people I'm from Delaware, they quote that scene.

So, it's Saturday. And my grin is still here. :)

Muchos are salty and delicious

The reFrenching of Rose continues at a slow and steady pace: I can ask for things to drink, eat, tell you when my birthday is, ask about things, count, know days of the week, months, a few colors and hold tiny, trite conversations.

This shouldn't be too much of a problem, considering I apparently adore trite.

I found out the other day that a co-worker is bilingual in French. I thought this was fantastic and thought about asking her to talk with me to help along my French.

But I haven't asked her yet.

Why? Am I afraid she'll say 'no' and laugh at me? A little.

Mostly, I'm afraid I won't be able to have time for it.

I know how ridiculous this sounds. I have plenty of time on my hands, right?

I don't know, I can't be arsed to paint my toenails, how can I be sure I won't regret asking her to hang out and chat French?

Completely ridiculous, I know.

There must be something wrong with me.

My eyes!! They burn!

So, anybody else feel their childhood shrivel up when they found out about this roast of Bob Saget.

I was really confused about Mr. Saget having a roast. I was horrified when he said "balls."

What is going on here? He was the dad on Full House. He's supposed to be nice and quiet and understanding.

Then someone showed me the light: apparently, Bob Saget is the world's most vulgar man, ever! My eyes, my sensibilities, my everything!


But, on a less gross note, I was talking with someone about my pants problem. Come to find out, it might not be about weight, but about laundry. I have four specific pairs of pants that I wear a lot to work. They get washed a lot. And I've noticed that they were a bit tight after washing, but that they eventually worked their way back to normal... sorta.

Apparently, it comes down the times of washing and what's used. I use average stuff. And I wear/wash my pants a lot.

In closing, I'm not so much of a lard butt. Yay!


Things that make me rage: people that hold their phones in front of their mouths to talk. Dude, it's not a walkie-talkie. People like that make me want to take their phones from them, slap them, hand them a walkie-talkie and then clean/use their nice phone.

"...it made my butt blow up..."

I found this while perusing The Clairon-Ledger's website. It's a person's response to an article about Victoria Osteen, wife of megachurch evangelist Joel Osteen, and how she attacked a flight attendant:

"I read in a Yahoo type-up of this story that mentioned the flight attendent
was left so upset by this whole venture that she has suffered from
hemorroids ever since. I have been left livid by the actions of people in my
life, I have been emotionally scarred, upset and damaged for a time, but I
can never say that I have been so upset by someone that it made my butt blow
up nor do I know of anyone who can say they have encountered that."

I don't know about him, but I've been angry enough to make my butt hurt, LOL.

Two heaping double D cups of evil

...that's me!

I enjoy being plump. I have lovely curves, breasts that can be used as a deadly weapon and a vintage-y hourglass figure.
However, I think I'm getting a little too plump.

The average American woman's size is between 10 and 14, and i flux in between 12 and 14 depending on style and cut.
Yet, according to my BMI thingy, I'm easily 30-40 pounds overweight. Which didn't bother me until I tried to put on a pair of pinstripe pants I love. And I couldn't button them.

Then I grabbed a grey pinstripe pair, and they were.... well, a bit tight in the crotch. So, I grabbed yet another pair of pants, same size as the grey pair, and they don't quite fit in a different way. These are trying to fall off my hips.

The thing is, these two pair of pants are the same size. The grey pinstripe is from Old Navy and the latter pair is from Gap.

You'd think the fit would be the other way around.

Gap is all about lanky, stick figures and Old Navy has a bit more relaxed look. Yet, I'm uncomfortable in an Old Navy pair and I'm struggling to keep my Gap pants on.

This does not compute.

Also, a non answer is not an answer at all. You know who you are.

News: The Tudors will have a third season! Rock!

Where am I going with this?

Coke.
The Olympics big sponsor.
I enjoy the flashy, bright and colorful commercials with dragons and grizzy bears... but to tell you the truth, I can't drink Coke.

It's too bitter for me.

I'm a Pepsi girl through and through.

The occasions that I've had a Coke was when I was curious about their flavored ones:
Coke with Lime became bitter with an aftertaste of lime
Vanilla Coke became bitter with an aftertaste of vanilla
Cherry Coke became bitter with an aftertaste of cherry
and so on....

Speaking of flavors, I miss Lemon Pepsi. When I go out somewhere that offers lemons, I usually snag one to plop in my Pepsi or Root Beer. Disturbing to hear, I know.

I will admit that I do enjoy (and by extension, am jealous of) how some Coke bottles/cans have their names written in different languages.

I've even got a shirt, a Coke shirt at that, in Russian.

Where am I going with this? Just writing to amuse myself really. :)

Lovely lovely

Did anyone else watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics with their jaws nearly to the floor?
It was so pretty!

And I had a big grin on my face during the parade of countries. The outfits were so neat and everyone was so happy.

And how adorable was the little Chinese boy (his name escapes me)? I loved him. Thoroughly enjoyed the juxtaposition of 7+ foot Yao and little boy. Too adorable.


News: Doctor Who season 4 will be out on DVD November 18, a week and a half after my birthday. *hint hint*

What is this taste?

Got back from a "A Taste of..." convention thingy- a nice little perk of working at a newspaper. Basically I got to walk around and sample handout foods and gather lots of pens and random trinkets. However, after sampling a strange cheese dip, I probably shouldn't have wailed "What in the world makes this flavor?!?" while looking completely revolted.

Probably.

But it was really bad.

And I still can't figure out what in the world made that cheese dip taste like that.

Also, I still haven't named my little crab friend. That's him above.

I haven't named him yet...

Much like the old dare of saying "Bloody Mary" three times in front of the mirror, the word "Favre" has become an evil chant to summon my ire.
I can't stand that name anymore.

I work at the newspaper in Hattiesburg and ever since the Favre fiasco has started, all I hear is "Favre, Favre,Favre!"

Much like "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!"

The reason the newspaper has been in such a Favre uproar is not just because it's a big deal because of the sports thing, but because Favre lives in Hattiesburg.

So, everyone's been on Favre watch.

I'm not a sports oriented person. I like hockey and I like a little soccer now and then.

But the spectator sport I've always enjoyed is sitting back and watching my dad (a super, hardcore sports fan) scream and throw things at the TV as he watches sports. Any sports at all.
Even golf, a sport you're supposed to be quiet at.

Also, I went to Pensacola with my dad and sister and got talked into getting a tattoo: a teeny little crab I designed and had them copy. It's like I have a permanent friend with me. A tiny, one inch little friend.
I'll post a picture when Blogger's not rejecting all pictures.

Oh yeah, and if anyone says that tattoos don't hurt is a liar. A big, fat liar.

I'll always be young at heart

So, I found a character creator to play dress up with.

Yes, I realize this sounds silly and childish. I just like to think of it as being young at heart. I can't dress up in my Mum's dresses and pearls anymore (she doesn't really wear dresses anymore anyway.) So, I've got to play dress up somewhere. This way it's less hassle and I don't have to worry about changing clothes.

But really think about it:
If everyone, deep down, didn't like a form of dress up, would we have as detailed character creators on several video games.

In Oblivion, my character has the same skin color but has green eyes and teal hair. She's an elf and is excellent at archery. My eyes are light brown, my hair is dark brown and I'm not an elf. I also wouldn't be good at archery as I've got the arms of a T-rex.

In another game, who's name escapes me, I was a voluptuous cleric elf with flaming red hair. She looked a lot like me, except for the being an elf with flaming red hair part. And her hips looked much better than mine. Oh yeah, and I can't do magic healing spells.

Deep down, we want to wear something that interesting or in addition to just changing outfits, we can change our appearance. We can be lizard people, elves or muscled barbarians. We can have skills and jobs that we couldn't achieve in real life.

So, here's the character I created, I call her Crustecean Queen: