I Did It!

I passed!!!!!!!!!!!

I passed the test I've been studying for all week! I got concerned while I was taking it because so many of the questions I'd seen info on, and I remembered reading about, but I couldnt remember particulars and then when they give you so many choices for answers and then they are so similar but maybe one word, it tends to get confusing. Anyways.... I plugged on. I read and reread each question. Read all the possible answers then reread the question again and marked what was my first gut instinct.

When I had completed the test, I looked at my watch and it had been only two hours. The test is a 3.5 hour exam! I'd finished really early... another cause for alarm.

I gathered my things - which amounted to my jacket because they allow absolutely nothing in the exam room, (that includes H2O) and walked out to see the proctor.

Proctor Guy: How did you do?
Me: I guess we'll see.
Me: If I could have had one thing in there, it would have been a diet coke.
Proctor Guy, chuckling to himself: Well, now you can go get one.
Me, mumbling to myself, but outloud so he can hear too: I knew some of that stuff but then I sit there and talk myself in and out of answers and then I don't know which way to go.....
Proctor Guy: Congratulations!
Me: For what?
Proctor Guy: You passed!
Me: WHAT?
He hands me my certificate... as i'm gasping for air.

I knew it! I knew the material! I almost kissed Proctor Guy Iwas so excited! I bounced out the door jumping up in the air and clicking my heels together - and made a hundred phone calls to share the joy.

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Peanut Butter and Cram

I'm so happy it's Friday! *doing my happy dance*. I've got my party pants on!!!

Not really. I'm going to go home and cram, cram, cram for this test tomorrow. *moment of prayer* I need to pass it - the first time. I'm ready to get on with the show and I know Richard, C and P are ready for it to be over too. Richard has been Mr Mom all week; picking up the house, cooking dinner, doing laundry, science and math homework, making sure kids are clean and teeth brushed. I sense that he is ready to pass some of the duties back to me. *giggle*

Weasel King

Since I’ve told you all about my dearest bud, Patrick, I thought it only fair to enlighten you regarding another important and vital net personage, K2. In his case, Mr. Canada was minding his own business 8 ½ years ago when yours truly stumbled upon him in ICQ random chat. Little did he know this would be the start of a long and enduring typing relationship. “Interesting” is an understatement when attempts are made to define our quirky camaraderie. Though our busy schedules rarely mesh and two time zones separate us, when we do manage to meet up, my frisky tail wags enthusiastically and my glowing face lights up like Fourth of July fireworks. While Patrick is considered a dear buddy, K2 rules from the lofty pedestal he was unwittingly hoisted upon as Ms Circe worships from afar. It’s really kinda funny as K2 is pretty much an average guy who quickly morphed into my ideal knight in shining armor (or in his case, a sexy green flight suit)—not an easy slot to fill yet he manages to do it with pizzazz and flair. What can I tell you about him? He’s fun and witty, clever and somewhat aloof, kooky and playful and stays just far enough out of my grasping tentacles to drive me insane with desire. Sometimes we type every day but there have been occasions in this long-distance affiliation that we have gone for months without so much as an offline ‘hi.’ Yet through thick and thin, we remain friends; flirty comrades with an added dash of mutual attraction spice thrown into this flavorful IM soup. We’ve never met and it’s doubtful we ever will but I cannot imagine my life without him as he brings depth and dimension to my crazy alter internet world. Here’s to forever, Hotshot…

Silken Thread

slender silken thread
tenuous yet enduring, fragile yet strong
forgotten for a time then persistent pull
invisible tie, silent reminder
encircling my ankle
bitter cold, searing heat
Atlantic or Pacific
coast to coast, year to year
past present future
tenacious tug, gentle tap
whisper or command
timeless, eternal
binding us together
my Canadian connection.

Thrawn Thrill

When my buddy Matt pops in between classes to say hi, one recurring theme dominates our conversation: Star Wars. We are both Star Wars fanatics and devour the many and diverse novels out there centering around our favorite subject. In all honesty, he’s the one that got me hooked on this heretofore unknown to me vast array of literary fiction starting with “The Courtship of Princess Leia,” which he lent from his extensive personal library. These well-written storylines travel backwards and forwards in time and add new dimension and spark to this particular sci fi theme. Yes, dear gang, Luke, Han, and Leia are only a tip of the intergalactic iceberg. So in addition to having a deep and abiding love of the popular cinematic giants, I eagerly read the equally exciting adventures featuring characters such as Corran Horn, Wedge Antilles, Mara Jade, Talon Karrde and my personal favorite, Grand Admiral Thrawn.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn (full name: Mitth'raw'nuruodo) is a fictional character from the Star Wars galaxy. He first appeared in Timothy Zahn’s Thrawn trilogy of novels, which are set five years after Return of the Jedi. Thrawn was his public "core" name, meaning "twisted or crooked", an apt description of his intricate schemes. He is generally regarded as the last great commander of the Galactic Empire. He was a Chiss, a species of aliens from the Unknown Regions. He was a brilliant military strategist and commanded the remnants of the Imperial Fleet in a series of stunning victories against the New Republic. His study of his enemies' artwork gave him insight into their thought processes and cultures, allowing him to create highly effective tailor-made strategies. Thrawn was considered a true warrior by those who served under him. If a battle Thrawn planned could not be won, Thrawn preferred not to waste troops and equipment in futile displays of power; he would withdraw and adjust his plans. Thrawn's greatest weapon was his mind. Unlike many egotistical Imperial commanders, Thrawn could accept valid ideas even if they were not his own. Thrawn was not concerned with his own personal glory, only with winning the fight against the New Republic.”

Mr. Smarty Pants is described as a tall, solidly built humanoid with blue skin and glowing red eyes. (That visage has got to be somewhat disconcerting...) Though pigeon-holed as one of the bad guys, his early beginnings show his reasoning, wit, intelligence and true motivation behind his seemingly destructive behavior. So while displaying a decided penchant toward evil, his sharp mental capacity and startling looks make for a fascinating combination and three-dimensional characterization. And though officially dead, the fantasy world allows for unforeseen changes making his return within the realm of possibility. I for one hope for and champion this feasible prospect. Thrawn + power = sexy. ;)

And just who might I be pitted against this week in FFB??? The Storm Troopers! LMAO

Something's Brewing....

It seems i've always got something going on.

Currently, I'm studying for an exam i'm scheduled to take on saturday. The exam is 3.5 hours of intense questions and i'm doing my usual cram session with a little bit of panic mixed with 'no problem, i can do this'. Come saturday morning (very early I might add), I'll probably have a stomache ache and be racing through my mental list of things I need to take with me and absolutely can't forget because they won't let me in the building if I dont have them, so I'll check my bag like one hundred million kabillion times to make sure I haven't forgotten whatever it is that I think I need.

Despite my tight schedule this week, I found time to go with C and Richard to the Hornets opener last night. What a great game! It was intense the entire time. I don't think there was more than an 11 point spread at any time during the game! I had a couple of pictures that I sent via Mobile Blogger but the darn things didn't post. What's up with that!?!? It worked... then bammo! doesn't!!

Fish Fable

After my busy Saturday schedule, I relaxed Sunday with my most recent Netflix selection entitled Big Fish. Fact and fiction blend and blur in this fantastic movie as father and son strengthen their tenuous connection before it is too late. This simple yet universal theme makes for a winning formula. The ‘big fish in the little pond’ refers to William’s larger-than-life dad who finds small town life too dull and claustrophobic for his substantial personality. Water plays a significant role throughout the movie as the audience along with William, wonder how many of dad’s bizarre tales are exaggerated fish stories. While Edward most certainly stretches the truth, we learn that most of his strange tales have more than a grain of truth and the characters that inhabited his life are real people.

This terrific 2003 movie directed by Tim Burton is summed up with these words:

"William Bloom (Billy Crudup) tries to learn more about his dying father, (Edward Finney), by piecing together the facts out of the various fantastic tales and legends of epic proportions he’s been told over the years. Edward was a traveling salesman, and his journeys throughout the South are the seed of the tales. Directed by Tim Burton, the movie co-stars Ewan McGregor (as young Edward), Helena Bonham-Carter and Steve Buscemi."

I don't think this test showcases my attributes in a very flattering light... :)

The Priss Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf) Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss. Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgments. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy. These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards. Your exact opposite: The Playstation You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing. ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy CONSIDER: The Manchild Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Meringue Moves

A social event of the season occurred Saturday evening as Ms Circe glamoured up for a formal tenth anniversary party of a beloved Hispanic couple. After much preparation, I emerged from the nurturing cocoon resplendent in a fancy low-cut black blouse, long curve-hugging black skirt, strappy black sandals, black necklace with matching earrings (the ones I purchased at Staff Development Day) accented with crimson nails, lips and sparkly glitter sprinkled on tresses and across bared, creamy hills. The place vibrated with pounding Spanish music causing restless tootsies, swaying bodies and the irresistible urge to bust some moves. My favorite rhythm discovered when visiting the DR is the merengue. Not knowing its specific steps failed to deter my swiveling hips and dancing feet from hitting the polished pavement and once out there my timidity and shyness receded into the background. I felt extremely ‘white’ out there but gamely gave it my best and had a wonderful time trying. I even caught “S” on cell phone video doing some serious booty shaking. I’m thinking blackmail…

Dinner was a delicious mix of tempting tamales, chicken mole, spaghetti/rice/potatoes, pinto beans, salad, and several delightful desserts including a beautiful three-tiered cake. All too soon it was time to take our leave as the pulsating beat echoed through our exhausted yet happy ears. I certainly hope this isn’t my last Mexican-flavored shindig because I had a total blast. :)

Virgo August 23 - September 22
While the music will make your body move, it's the dance club's strobe lights that will make your body groove.

Raining Cats and Turkey's

Our 10:30am game got pushed back to 11:30am because of rain and when we got to the soccer fields, they announced that our game wouldnt start until about 11:45am because they were running behind and another team was using our field.

We got started a bit before noon. The first half no one scored. We knew this team would be quite a challenge... and we werent letting them get into our goal and they were doing the same. Not much into the second have, C passed the soccer ball to a team member and ding! a score!!! whooohoo! It was the only one of the game. We won 1-0 and fought hard for it!

We were going into the finals undefeated and depending on the outcome of a game being played simultaneously with ours, it was possible we'd have to play this very same team again.

They pushed back our final game 30 minutes and as we arrived at the fields to fight for tournament champs, the rain was pouring and periodically thunder could be heard clapping in the sky. We stood on the sidelines of our field watching the final moments of the game before us. Bundled up in coats and huddled under an umbrella, we were laying bets as to whether we'd actually get to play. Rumor had it that the storm was moving towards us... not away from us.

Our turn on the field... the refs showed up and we started playing. It was us against Tsunami... again. The same team we'd played this morning. We had scored one goal (them none) when lighting struck and they called everyone off the field. We hung around the parking lot for about 30 minutes waiting to see if the weather would clear and we'd get to finish... but no cigar. They called the entire tournament and we won first!

I have pictures... but for some reason they won't send (from my cell) to blogger. dagnabit!

Turkey Shootout

Update:
We won the second game 3-0 too!!! *cheerleader jump*
I'm also going to have to forfeit my trip north to see all my friends and go with them to hear Shugga Daddy play. Considering the drive time and how late it will be when we get there and then how early it would be when we have to start heading back for our early morning game... well I'm going to have to catch up with them another time. I miss my GFR and everybody though!

We're in a soccer tournament this weekend and our first game is well behind us. We won 3 to zip (3-0). Here in a few minutes, we're off to the second game... which hopefully it will go just as smoothly. C scored the last goal and with such finesse! He's been practicing his smooth skills at home - while we arent watching - he finally confessed. It was a rather cool, quick, foot move.... and it worked!

Good job Lightning!

I'm missing my friends wedding so I can be at the soccer tournament. I wish April and Joe all the very best and I hope to get to see the pictures soon. *kisses* to both of you!

Boy Toys

Much like other businesses around the country, this past October 31st found some employees showing up for work in costume. We had several witches patrolling the hallways, and then there were even a few outfitted and pretending to be them. ;) I didn’t stroll around campus to view our creative students, but I have no doubt many participated. I couldn’t help but notice a baby-faced nerdboy buddy of “Napoleon” strutting down our hall decked out as a goth/heavy metal aficionado. I did a double take. The transformation was incredulous and amazing and boy was he ever HOT! Wow! Breathing became ragged as I clutched the edges of my desk in an effort to prevent my racing out the door, throwing him down on our tiled passageway (or dragging him back to my secret seduction lair) and having my lusty way with him. That boy really needs to dress like that ALL the time. Sure wish I had snapped a pic...

That got me to thinking about other underage hotties we’ve had attending in past years and I know you are all asking yourself if Ms Circe ever finds herself attracted to these nubile younguns. Being the responsible, upstanding person that I am, I can honestly say it has been a rare occurrence and one I would never ever dream of acting upon. That said, I do recall one guy I would have considered bending the rules for and that was Rob. Years ago he briefly worked for us in the IT area and he was as friendly and sweet and unstuck-on-himself as a guy could be. I’m not sure he was even aware of his ‘hunk factor’ but his pleasant manner just enhanced his boyish charm. Our conversations never got out of line, and I truly doubt he knew just what an effect he had on me. The only physical embrace we shared was one time when I saw him outside my building in the evening and ran up to enthusiastically greet him. He long ago moved on and I’ve never heard what direction his life took. I hope he’s happy and healthy and attached to someone as wonderful as he deserves. Years later it dawned on me that of all the time spent at Chaos College, the one year my smiling face graced the yearbook (and student handbook) ad nauseum was the year he worked in that department. I guess maybe he liked me too. :)

Reasons You Shouldn't Forward Me That Email

11. I eat puppies, kittens, and other cute animals, and sending me pictures of them only makes me hungry for more.

10. I've been on the Internet forever and have already seen/heard/smelled whatever you're sending before.

9. You'd like me to remain your friend.

8. I don't care if the kid dies from cancer.

7. I have a sense of humor and that joke isn't remotely funny.

6. If you forward that message to ten of your friends then a unicorn dies.

5. You'll prove once and for all that I'm smarter than you.

4. I am actually hoping to get robbed/mugged/carjacked.

3. If I wanted to see pictures of babies, I'd buy an Anne Geddes book.

2. If it doesn't have to do with making my penis bigger then I don't want it in my Inbox.

1. Bill Gates already sent me my free Xbox, $1000, and tickets to Disney. I don't want to be greedy.

Trunk or Treat

After we walked door to door trick or treating, we loaded up and headed to the Baptist Church which was doing a Halloween celebration for little ghosts and goblins. Inside was all kinds of games with prizes, food, costumes, food, candy, food, etc and outside was this huge Obstacle course. We were fascinated with it. The picture really doesnt do it justice... because it was huge!
While the kids played, we stood and stared at the big blowup guy. You can imagine the conversation.... from a side view, he was pretty entertaining.

Groucho Halloween

This year, P was the only one going to dress up. The rest of us feel like we're a little bit too mature to be walking door to door and trick or treatin'. So, for fun I bought C and Richard the Groucho Marx glasses to wear. C had another idea. He took one of the huge pumpkins I had on the front porch, carved a face in it, hallowed it out and made a hole in the back that allowed him to slip the pumpkin over his head. He sat in a chair on the front lawn with a hoodie pulled up over his pumpkin head and held the bowl of candy. As little kiddos walked up to him - some very cautiously - he would start moving or jump up at them. It was funny to watch them squirm. He got lots of 'that is a cool idea!' from dads walking the T or T trail.
Richard gave up his Groucho costume so my sister could have one to wear. He caught us stealing some candy as we were heading to the church to see the blow up guy.
He was just thrilled to be able to dress up!!!

Happy November!

Good morning, peeps! Well, it feels good to have the data entry done and be at my own wittle desk as we kick off a brand new month. I’m all about new months, new years, new millenniums. Can you believe there are approximately 8 weeks left to this year?

This past Friday, I pulled a Bone and stared transfixed at the TV screen as I caught several episodes of Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: Making the Team. Those gals work their little fannies off in their enthusiastic attempts to make the cut and be the bested rah rahs possible. I was exhausted just watching them and took another hefty swig of beer. After cramming in as many episodes as I could, I then started on Dr. 90210. Dr. Jason Diamond and his new bride were house-hunting and valiantly trying to choose between a massive crib (with prerequisite pool) or starting a family. Things were leaning toward the awesome abode. When not engaged in this tedious activity, Dr. Diamond operated on a fellow surgeon who was getting eyelift surgery. Ever the Type A, that doctor couldn’t wait to get back to his strenuous physical fitness routine and jumped the gun before being given the green light. Dr. Diamond and his wife also experienced the harsh realities of having a child of their own as they babysat Dr. Li’s adorable little son, Max.
An unfamiliar surgeon (Dr. Lisa Cassileth) operated on Scott, a handsome young man who had been in a horrific car collision on Dec. 11, 2004. A discernable chill ran through me as I flashed back to my mom’s terrible accident on that exact same day many years ago. Though not giving details of the crash, Scott had crushed every single bone in his face along with other severe injuries. Reconstructing his visage is a long, arduous and continuing process. On this day, his nose was being rebuilt using his ribs and plans were made for a prosthetic eye. In the meantime, my favorite Dr. Rey operated on a very attractive female engineer having a breast lift and stretch marks removed. She described herself as still being a geeky engineer but with bigger boobs. :)

The Topfive.com’s 5 Potential Hazards of Organ Transplants

5. With your new Ann Coulter rectum, you can't even pass Gerber strained peaches.

4. That voice just won't leave you alone: "I'm your sphincter, Luke."

3. The only way to keep your new hands off your breasts is to put a beer in one and a remote in the other.

2. Never truer were the words, "Your lips say, 'No,' but your body says, 'Yes.'"

1. The lid on your new eye refuses to open. Not to mention the overwhelming desire to eat spinach and kick some sailor ass.

Error. AGAIN!

This totally ticks me off!

I'm trying to upload some Halloween pictures and it keeps erroring out. I hate that! UGH!

I'll try again later.

Mission: Monday

Greetings, my darlings. No, I haven’t fallen into a gaping hole but rather was forced to hit the ground running as the week began with a rousing BANG. I filled in for our fearless leader’s assistant yesterday and it was quite the Monday. A security guard I always suspected of ‘yanking his chain’ while sitting in the parking lot watching employees exit the building turned in his resignation. Not that that was the reason, mind you, this is just a personal speculation of mine. An irate mother went off on yours truly when an orientation she and her daughter had specifically come to campus for was canceled and prospective members not notified, and I spent my lunch hour processing a buttload of FedEx that mushroomed off the edges of my own desk. Those were pretty much the highlights of yesterday that kept me busy and preoccupied. :)

The Topfive.com’s 5 Signs Your Halloween Party Is Sucking

5. After you showed up in that Grim Reaper costume, half of the Quiet Acres Retirement Home residents had to Rascal back to their suites and change costumes.

4. The woman dressed as Angelina Jolie insists on taking your newborn with her when she leaves.

3. Just as you're meeting your boss's wife, your 4-year-old enters the room with your wife's strap-on dildo on her head proclaiming she's a unicorn.

2. "Dick Cheney" waterboards the hostess to find out where the good beer is.

1. Disappointed, hungry zombies are shuffling their way over from Jessica Simpson's house next door.

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween!

Cat Napping

I went into work at midnight last night and I didn't get home until about 9:30 this morning. By that time, I'd already been up a tad over 24 hours but I wasnt feeling tired or pooped or exhausted... any of those things one might feel. I changed clothes and headed for the gym. I logged over an hour of cardio and did legs and biceps.

Then I noticed a bit of a headache and what felt like I could doze off into sleepy land if I'd close my eyes and try... but at the same time I felt like I could go all day without any sleep eye.

I jabbered a bit on the phone, took a shower, grabbed some lunch, then sat down to watch some tv. At this point in time it was about 27.5 hours with no sleep. The last thing I remember was seeing my weather guy show the highs for today... and that was all she wrote. I had drifted off into dreamland.

After a mere two hours of sleep I dreamed that one of the boys snapped me on the head with a kitchen towel and it was burning/hurting! I woke up, looked around the room because it certainly had to have happened - I felt my head aching from the pop of the towel. I hopped up... wide awake! So here I sit after a couple hours of sleep... unable to sleep anymore. I'm sure I need to... and i'm sure Richard and the boys will be telling me that later tonite. lol

Paintball Gone Wild

Yesterday (saturday) was a beautiful October day and after our soccer game in the morning (which we won 3-2), we all headed out to play Paintball.

What we thought would be just a couple of hours - because all the kids would surely get tired of playing and start whining to go home - turned into a 4 hour ordeal. They had a blast!

On the way out, P swayed back and forth. He was going to play, then not, then going to, then not. Finally he decided he was playing. I figured that we'd pay the $$$ for him to play, he'd play one round and then poop out. That was not the case! That kiddo played for 4 hours and would have gone an additional 4 hours if we would have let him.

There is a referee that heads up the teams. He took the group of about 30, split them in half, and they hit the fields. Each field had different 'props' and required different survival techniques. It was fun watching and listening to them plan strategy. It was like Xbox live. haha

There was a couple playing with us that had walkie talkies and would communicate to each other locations of the enemy. I dont think that plan proved to be very efficient. I noticed that they were usually the ones out first.

Here's a couple of pictures we got while out playing. The first field we played was the spools, but there were about 8 different fields to play.

I've got Wind Blown Hair

Another busy week at the office has almost come to a close. *jumping for joy* I hired a new technician and he's slated to begin in a week or so. He seemed really excited and pumped when I talked to him on the phone, but he has no idea how excited and pumped we are! The whole process of losing a very valuable employee, interviewing candidates, evaluating the position and what to offer, the offer and all the HR rig-a-muh-row wears a person out.

So to help unwind (I know a little prematurely, but technically isnt thursday night considered the weekend!?!?), last night I had a date with a young strapping stud-muffin who catered to my every whim. His cologne made me weak in the knees and willing to give myself whole-heartedly to his every demand. Gazing into his baby blue eyes made me stumble on my words. He was so attentive... I could have sworn I was the only girl in the room.

Yep, my darling hubby took me out last night.

We went to our favorite little hangout and chattered away with each other and some of our friends as they would pass through. Surprisingly, I feel pretty good today considering how late it was when we got home. I'm thinking maybe Thursday nights are the nights for us! It was just a few weeks ago when we went out (Thursday night) with GFR and I felt pretty good on the Friday afterwards.

I get to see GFR next weekend! *cheerleader jump* I can't wait! When we're together... its all trouble. Its so exciting!