Saturday, January 07, 2006

Thanks for making me a fighter

I'm blasting Christina Aguilera as I type this. My husband really likes her, and he's gotten me into "Stripped." Her voice is really amazing -- reminds me of a skank-ass Mariah. (Not that Mariah isn't a skank -- and honey, if you're that fat, don't wear such skimpy clothes!)



And before you think I'm being a jerk, I am, and never will be, a toothpick, but I also try to dress in a classy manner and to my strengths, not my weaknesses. I would never wear something like that.

M's downstairs watching the Pats postgame show. Damn, but were they amazing tonight. Watching Tommy play makes me excited beyond words. It doesn't hurt that he's a bohunking piece of ass, and I could stare at him all day long, hubba hubba. If he were my man, I wouldn't let him leave the house. Not that my M isn't tasty, yum yum. :)

I undecorated my house today, taking down the tree and all the decorations, as yesterday was the Epiphany, and I like to leave everything up until then. Now I'm exhausted. But my house is back to normal, and all the laundry is done and put away. Yay! I like things tidy.

My mentee blew me off last week, and I haven't called her since. I feel a bit guilty about it, but I've been so straight out at work, etc. I just haven't had time to deal with it. I hope she doesn't think I'm blowing her off. I know she's only 14, but I get really tired of it always being me making the plans. Any ideas?
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