Metal Mama

............title says it all let me collect myself!

Labels: Cradle of Filth, metal mama, Satyricon, tour

My hair that is!!! Yes, I absolutely love it. I will have to see if I can attach some before and after pics. I decided to do so after to took me a grueling 20 painful minutes earlier this week to comb out my hair after showering. My simple solution was cheerfully donating 16 inches to Locks of Love! Yes, 16 INCHES! You have no idea how insanely long my hair is. Er... WAS! Now I've got this cute short do that I love more and more! The only other time my hair has been close to this short was in 8th grade when I foolishly decided to go from butt length hair to chin length hair. YIKES! Not such a good idea. This time I really like it though. I got some great layers, and, don't see myself having long hair for a long time!

Today we went shopping, for Boston's birthday, but while out and about I had to do some browsing for myself. I have a never ending WWII battle between myself and pants, more so since child birth. My hips. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WTF. I mean they are not HUGE, by any means, but for the life of me I cannot find anything, besides yoga pants, that fit or even remotely flatter me. :-( Who the hell wants to spend the rest of their life living in yoga pants? Don't get me wrong, they are comfy as all hell, but come on. Yoga pants?! I need to find something. Just one pair that makes me feel drop dead SEXY! Hahaha!

I think I have decided that it is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to befriend co-workers. In the three years of working at the facility I work at I have made 2 people that I'd call a true friend and, without a doubt, know would do so in return. Anyhow, I work with this young naive aide named Steffanie. This girl goes above and beyond for anyone. I could ask her to do my whole day's work and she'd probably say yes (she doesn't know how or when to say no), she will practically do anything for anyone, and I work with plenty of people who love taking advantage of that; it's rather irritating. A lot of my co-workers enjoying talking about Steffanie, some of the meanest things one could say about one in her situation; I really just don't get it. Yet when she is around they are nothing but nice to her; it makes me sick. Well, time after time I have stuck up for this girl; to co-workers, administration, even the residents. Unfortunately while using the bathrooms one day last week, I could have fallen off the throne, I hear this naive girl actually talking about me. YES ME! Of all the people to say shit about, my god, the one person in the whole building that actually defends you. I am so disappointed.

Ah, I just saw this update from Michael Buckley (What the Buck) on myspace so I had to check the video out. I love this guys skits, and vlogs, this cracked me up! Hahaha! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCyiFkEArNk.

I think breastfeeding is slowing ceasing. I must say I am really happy, yet really sad. Erik is almost 15 months old, it's obviously not going to go on forever. I won't be one of those moms with a 5 year old latched on. No way! Hah, seriously though, after this box of drop-ins are gone it's bye bye bottle. I can't complain, the only time Erik gets bottles is when I am at work, I thin he usually drinks 1-3, it depends. I really don't know, that is Skot's area of expertise.

Labels: birthday, bitches, Boston., hair cut, hips, metal mam, pants, shopping, work

I got my new tattoo on Wednesday. It came out beautifully. I will post pics soon. PROMISE.


There has been drama at work. I don't quite have time to type out the specifics, not that I probably would anyhow, but it is just confusing. The innocent naive girl I stick up for to everyone (because everyone is so mean to her)has taken an enjoyment in the past time of shit talking. SINK OR SWIM BITCH. You are on your own now.

Labels: drama, Ink, metal mama, work

Yup. WORD!

Labels: forums, metal mama

I need to grow a set. I just passed up the most amazingly perfect photo opportunity, EVER, because it would have involved photographing a total stranger whom I think it would have been appropriate for me to ask his permission before taking photos.

Rutland has a "Capture the Heart of Rutland" Photography Contest. I am desperate to enter something. Actually you can submit three photographs.

I saw a man, in a dark suit sitting on a dark, closed for the night, store front step. He was a fuzzily bearded man. He sat there in the dark playing a cello. Yes, that's right a cello. Of all things! It would have been a beautiful shot. I know I could have got it just perfect.

Instead of asking the cellist, that is what he would be, right, if he would just play and allow me to take his picture, I turned my back and walked away. With the amount of sketch balls in the area lately the last thing I probably should be doing was that.

WHY OH WHY? Now I am kicking myself in the ass for not taking myself up on a prime photo opportunity.

Labels: metal mama, nuts, photography

While cooking dinner Erik needed a temporary distraction from the fact that mommy was not currently feeding him, and that I, myself, was busy. I brought him and the high chair into the kitchen, gave him a few animal crackers, an small orange bowl, and his large plastic shapes. At one point, when I looked over to check on him, I noticed his eyes were filled with an wildly running imagination, and it was priceless. My not so little, little guy had put all his animal crackers into the bowl and tipped it on his side so he could get to them one by one and make them "bounce" out. Some of the "animals" found homes as he perched them on top of his shapes. Man, of all times to have filthy hands and no camera in arms reach.

Dinner is now over, as is his pre-meal jungle adventure. Skot and I just got him changed and in about a half an hour we'll be heading to the park for some live music from the gazebo. Erik loves it, we love it, and it is quite nice to let him burn off all that before bed energy! I have no idea who is playing tonight, but the first week we went it was the Starline Rhythm Boys... I think. Let me double check that. Last week it was the David Keller Blues Band (http://www.myspace.com/davekellermusic). Very much blues and soul stuff. I would suggest you check him out if you are into anything of that genre.

Tomorrow I will be reunited with my hoodie! YAY! *does a little dance* A hoodie might not mean much to a lot of people but in Vermont it does. Hell we have 5 seasons, one of them being hoodie season, did you not hear?! ;-) Yes, I am totally joking but almost all the natives I know would strongly agree that hoodie season, indeed, should be a season in itself.

Hoodie season would be defined as that beautiful and brisk time of year between fall/autumn and winter. Thus, the season being too cool for a short/long sleeved t-shirt, but not cold enough yet for a winter jacket and that whole deal.

Now, as for where my hoodie grews legs and "walked off to". One of my dear residents that I care for "took" it. The sweet old man used to own and operate a bowling ally, though I think sadly dementia is starting to kick in. Really, that is all that I can say. Aside from the fact that if half the mindless morons I work with would actual shut the doors to our breakroom, in which the doors are LARGE PRINT labeled "Employees Only". Apparently if you are over the age of 70 that sign does not apply to you. I will have to remember that. Perhaps I won't. Maybe I too will develop some form of dementia. NOTE TO SELF, in that case.

Labels: animal crackers, dementia, dinner, hoodie, imagination, local, metal mama, music, play time, seasons