Take your shirt off and twist it 'round yo head

Apparently I've been living in Nof' Carolina this whole time and I wasn't even aware!

Mr. L and I met with the recruiter today and turns out her first language was not English but Ebonics... and this woman was a Technical Sergeant. Her assistant, a Senior Airman, was too busy playing on her T-Mobile Sidekick to pay attention to anything else going on.

At one point during the discussing, (after "axing" us many questions) Tsgt Haynes stopped to check her job description online and then still wasn't able to obtain an answer for us.

I guess you could say Mr. L and I aren't that worrried about whether or not he will be a competitive candidate.

Going to the chapel

Per your request, here is the link for my wedding album:

mrsramseur
password: guest

Enjoy!

They told me to tell her that he was wrong

I'm just going to say it: I hate pronouns.

Ok, maybe I don't hate prounouns as a whole, I just hate when they are misused. If you have not already identified the noun, it is NOT ok to use a pronoun. I am inundated with this at work and it drives me up the freaking wall. "She told me to tell you he can't fix that." Who is "she"? Who is "he"? What is "that"?! Must stop twitching... ARGH!!

I think my all-time most-hated misuse is "they." The front office coordinator is constantly telling clients that "they" make the rules and "they" decided on refunds. Who is "they"? "Corporate" is her response. Who at corporate? "Someone." Surely they must have a name or perhaps an extension where I can reach "them."

Make. it. stop.

/rant

I've always had a slight uniform fetish...

Mr. L is thinking of joining the Air Force.

It's almost scary to read that, let alone say it out loud. I have to admit I never thought he was the type who would be interested but apparently even I am wrong from time to time. Of course considering that I was in and then out, both of my parents were in and my mom still is, I suppose it's nothing surprising... but still I am a bit in shock.

More updates as I get them.

In other news, I bought a drop-dead sexy dress for a social event:

Photo courtesy of: www.groupusa.com

Except I don't look as sedated.

A gobble gobble here and a gobble gobble there...

Happy Thanksgiving! Today I give thanks for the beautiful man in the picture below:

Overheard

Her: We're not getting ice cream truffles if my parents can't have english muffins.

Him: Fine. Your parents are only here for one weekend but those sons a bitches will always be there.

Cosmo Girl

After having waaay too many cocktails and sufficiently becoming drunk off my ass, my husband would not leave the restaurant until he received his free dessert.

That is until I threatened to puke in his car... then you've never seen a man exit a building quicker.

Be ye not an anonymous commenter

Dear Anonymous Commenter:

Perhaps you are not versed in the ways of the commenting of the blog so allow me to edify you: anonymous comments are tacky and also gives one the air of being testical-less.

Also, when making snarky comments it would be wise to at least try to form grammatically correct sentences... especially considering we're only talking about one here for god's sake. "Less inside jokes"? Child, please. I have been called a grammar whore before, so don't think I won't call you out on errors because oh HELL YES I will, especially if you are being an ass.

Please also allow me to remind you that this is my fucking blog and I'll post whatever I want. If I want to post about the color and consistency of this mornings urine, I damn well will. If you find it "boring," click the back button and move on with life. And if you are too lazy to do that, you can always buy one of these nifty keyboards that has a back button built into it. Problem solved.

The moral of the story is: don't be a goddamned ass.

Hugs and Kisses,

greeneyes

He said, She said

her: what self-respecting WOMAN calls her period Aunt Flow?
her: pre-teen? yes
her: teenager? maaaybe
her: woman? give me a break
him: ?
her: I'm on this pregnancy forum
him: ah...
her: and everyone calls it Aunt Flow
him: just one of those inside joke/cliche things i suppose.
her: I just want to post: GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ALREADY!!
her: but there is no swearing allowed, lol
him: so i guess you might say that L shot and killed her, huh? :-)
her: LOL
her: well, that has yet to be determined
him: true... but if he did, it'll be awful hard to ditch the murder weapon. :-P

And just so you don't freak out, no, I am not trying to get pregnant.

Apparently I've sprouted hips

So I've finally caved and have begun to clean unpack my house. Whilst unpacking, I came across a box of things I had purchased and for one reason or another didn't work out. I had always planned on auctioning said items on eBay but had just never gotten around to it.

In the box were a pair of breeches I purchased in July 2004 online that ended up being the wrong waist cut for me. You see, I used to be straight as a board with no hips whatsoever. Riding apparel companies try to make people like that feel better by labeling breeches with no hips "modest cut." People with normal hips were "regular cut" and people with hips were "hourglass cut." Somehow I had received a pair of "hourglass cut" breeches and when I put them on, my nonexistant hips swam in fabric. Obviously this was not the look I was going for. God only knows why I didn't return them considering the price, but I threw them in the eBay box to be auctioned.

I'm not sure what possessed me, but I threw those bad boys on today and they fit like a glove. I stood in front of my mirror in total disbelief and asked, "Where the hell did those come from?!"

Eventually, there will be updates...

...but not quite yet. The past week has been filled with new jobs, flat tires, broken glasses, and negative pregnancy tests, oh my!

Updates soon, I promise! But in the meantime, behold the cuteness that is my dog, Cami. She recently had a birthday and is now a year old.

Mrs. Clean I am not

I have got to get in the cleaning mode. Ok, correction: I have got to get into the unpacking mode. Mr. L and I have lived in the new house for just over a month and I still am only 50% unpacked. You would think with all the time off I had this week I would unpack but noooo, I was lazy instead and watched too much E! True Hollywood Story.

Damn that show, damn it for being so addictive.

I think the problem is that the unpacked boxes are easy to ignore... we've strategically located them to the three rooms we use the least: the den and the two spare bedrooms. What I need to do is start moving them out into the middle of the hallway for me to trip and curse over twenty times.

Hopefully I will get my act together and have everything unpacked before Thanksgiving. Holy god my mom would flip her shit if she saw all of this.

Vacation

I am no longer an employee of SunTrust Banks, Inc and very soon will no longer be a client of theirs, either.

With my new job not starting until next Monday and SunTrust still having to pay me through this week, it is my absolute pleasure to take this time to do nothing but revel in my departure.

Good luck with the strung-out, drug-addicted prostitute you have as a branch manager, SunTrust... you'll need it!