Wordless Wednesday---Sun Over Brea

I took this picture last summer in Brea, CA. The smoke is the result of some huge fires in Yorba Linda.

Sunshine and Crap

I'm cranky. So what's new you ask? This isn't just me being a brat for no reason; I'm cranky because it's a beautiful day and I'm stuck inside my office. Aaaand--my appointments have taken it upon themselves to just show up willy-nilly. The last guy showed up an hour early. 60 minutes ahead of schedule. Doesn't he understand the term "fashionably late"? Does he think that I will be impressed with his time management skills and therefore give him better job leads? Nein, frauline! His "initiative" cuts into my blogging time. Besides, the only initiative I'm interested is The Initiative. You know, that covert operation on Buffy that had the chip put in Spike's head? The one with the oh-so-hot/prostitue-vampire-lover Riley? Yeah, that one. My client's inititive? Not so much. If I had my druthers, they would always be at least 20 minutes late. That way, according to the Policies and Procedures, I can reschedule them for another day. And people say I don't think things out! Ptooey.

Grrr...another victims is here. I'll make short work of this one.

Taggage!

What did I find when I turned on the ol' computer upon arriving at the salt mines today? Ebony Haywood tagged me with the "Honest Scrap Award", that's what!





I'm one of the Cool Kids now! Ok, maybe not exactly a "cool kid" but I think that at least gives me kid-allowed-to-stand-next-to-cool-kids status. Or maybe it just makes Ebony a very nice person who tagged this nerd. I think it must be the latter. :-)

Here's Da Rules:

1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!

2. First, the recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.

3. Second, the recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.

4. Third, those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given with this award.

5. Those 10 bloggers that receive this award should link back to the blog that awarded them “The Honest Scrap’ award.

BTW, I love the award name. It reminds me of the t-shirt I want that says "Sofa King Cool". Yeah, I'm a dork.


Now, without further ado...

1. I'm afraid of heights, amusement park rides that drop and/or bank, and other assorted things. Seriously, I'm Monk.

2. I'm an only child and I never wanted any siblings.

3. I tried to escape from kindergarten because I was bored. The warden--err, principal---caught me.

4. I love to sing. I am fully aware that I sound like Alice Cooper but that doesn't stop me.

5. Animals are my favorite people. They love you no matter what.

6. I dated a guy for a long time...he walked out and I didn't even flinch. The next guy, I dated for a year...he broke my heart into a gazillion little pieces.

7. I don't trust people who don't like animals.

8. I don't like dolls, except my Emerald the Enchanting Witch doll. I named her "Allegra".

9. I haven't seen my natural hair color in 25 years. I think it's brown.

10. Because of my first name, I routinely get stuff in the mail in Arabic. I think its kinda cool.



I'm not going to tag anyone--Da Rules! I know!---because most of my faves have already shared their honest scrap. I hope everyone else Ebony tagged participates!

Weekly Silly Hall Update

I'm starting a new weekly feature here at Chez Kitty which will recap all the exciting stuff that goes on at Silly Hall in the lovely municipality known as The Hellmouth. All the exciting stuff...ok, so yeah, this going to be more like a sporadic thing. The last exciting thing we had go on here was the old guy who would routinely berate Silly Council at their weekly meetings. I was the receptionist back in those days. It was fun because I always knew what was going on in The Hellmouth.
Anyway, one time said old guy made some "inflammatory" comments about GWB, which apparently didn't go over very will with the Powers That Be. The very next day, Secret Service came in looking for Old Guy.

They walked in wearing dark jackets with "Secret Service" on the back in HUGE letters. Huge yellow letters. It was like they wanted my Sarcasm Tractor Beam to lock on to them. Those guys had no sense of humor. Seriously, they expected me not to comment? I think they got off easy with my 'you guys suck at keeping a secret' remark. Or maybe it was the "OMG, it's the SS!" comment? I don't know, but they were asking for it. Dirty sluts.

Nothing like that goes on around this place now. Nope, now I have to search for ways to antagonize people just for kicks. Today, it is the Blatant Ignoring of The Dress Code. "Employees shall dress in a professional manner, yadda yadda, blah, blah"...whatever. I think jeans, a black t shirt and black Chucks is plenty professional. My boss had the nerve to ask if my outfit was professional enough ... silly mortal. I told him "sure it is...did I for get to tell you I'm the other Ramone? Sandy Ramone."


Sometimes I'm amazed that I still have a job.

Wordless Wednesday---Trekkie Cat

Even Buffy is Star Trek fan.

I've been deflowered!

That's right, I'm no longer a blog award virgin! Wheeee! The super duper cool Ebony Haywood at "Sizzling Publications" presented me with this:



Thanks, Ebony!

And there's even a pin up girl on it! How did she know my dream is to look like a 1940's pinup? I even got the cute little bangs recently-- and lo and behold--- I totally look like a Vulcan. LOL






Anyway, I'm passing the award on to these awesome bloggers:

GeekBetty at "SnipHits(or Misses)"

Rebekah at "Swinging From the Chandelier"

Mystery O. Riley at "Mystery O. Riley"

awittykitty at "awittykitty"

Live long and prosper!

Stuff

I snagged this from geekbetty. If you haven't read her blog , then go now. Yeah, now. I'll wait.


1. name: Sandy (its actually Soraya but no one can pronounce it)
2. birthday: Nov 14th
3. place of residence: Los Angeles
4. what makes you happy: my pets
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last: Devil in the White City by Miss Derringer
6. an interesting fact about you: I'm double jointed
7. are you in love/have a crush at the moment: I'm married, so yeah
8. favorite place to be: the beach
9. favorite lyric:
I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll
let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants she'll pass you by
Everybody says she's lookin good
And the lady knows its understood
Strutter
10. best time of the year: Autum
11. strangest food you like: Cactus salad
12. biggest fear: heights
13. biggest ambition: not sure I still have any
RECOMMEND
1. a film: Grosse Pointe Blank
2. a book: Dangerous Angels by Francesca Lia Block
3. a band, a song and an album: X, "No soy de aqui, ni soy de alla"by Facundo Cabral, Mommy's Little Monster by Social Distorition

OPTIONAL
1. one thing you like about me: your talent
2. two things you like about yourself: loyalty, cooking
3. put this in your blog so i can tell you what i think of you.
4. post a picture of you



Wow! Concealer, anyone? :-)

Is it summer yet?

I have a headache, probably from my stupid allergies. It isn't enough not to be able to breathe at night, now my head is going to explode. Damn allergies are fucking me over like a two dollar whore. This seriously sucks because since Geek Boy and I no longer have health insurance, I have to use OTC stuff and the "good" stuff is kept at the register so I have to sign for it. I don't mind except for the fact that the CVS lady looks at me like she thinks I'm building a meth lab in the garage. Yeah, that box of Claritin I buy every couple of months goes right to meth, lady. Why on earth would I need it to stop sneezing? Oh yeah, the box of clumping kitty litter, that's for making crack. How else would I get all the little rocks not to fall apart?
It's a good thing that I'm off work tomorrow...I need a break from this place. I've been working here for about 15 years and I don't think morale has ever been so low. Walking though Silly Hall is like being an extra in MJ's (RIP) "Thriller" video. (Which, btw, is my most favorite music video ever.)

That's me in the hat. No, really. Ok, maybe that's just what I feel like. I don't even have access to good music. The L.A. airwaves are a vast desert of suckiness and Herr IT Nazi Guy has the computers on perpetual lockdown. I think he sits around blocking stuff, twirling his Snidley Whiplash moustache.

Long weekend, here I come.