Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Really Quick Update

What a week!  Well, I gave my notice at work on Monday.  My last scheduled day will be February 12th.  Things are happening a little faster than I first expected...but life happens.  This means I'm probably not going to be able to make the rounds and see all of the family and friends that I would like to before my departure from TX.  While that makes me sad, I know that I'm only a plane ride away.  I am excited about the new adventure ahead of me.  Well, I'm not excited about having to drive roughly 855 miles...anyone wanna drive me there?  But for the most part I'm stoked!!!  My posting will most likely continue to be sporadic until I actually get to GA and get settled in.  So if you need me call/text/email me...the BlackBerry is rarely out of reach.

*ducky hugs*

Friday, January 22, 2010

I Should've Been A Meterologist

When I look at the Ducky Doppler Radar, I can see the winds of change are about to start blowing.  And they are blowing east.  This is almost guaranteed to cause a Category 5 Shit Storm in Texas.

Let me translate that:  I have decided to move to Georgia.  This will most like happen in the next several weeks.  There are people here that aren't going to be pleased with this...for example Adam is sad, baby sister is going to be upset, my supervisor at work is probably gonna flip the fuck out when I put in my notice, and I am almost certain that my grandmother is not going to be thrilled at the idea of me moving out of state yet again.  I think Cousin It might be a little sad too...but I'm pretty certain planes fly from Atlanta to Austin ;)

This new development is the reason for my absence from bloggyland lately.  That is because I've been planning and thinking and trying to decide if this is a smart move.  Trust me I've made some monumentally dumb moves before.  After lots of thought I have decided that it is indeed time for me to pack it up and move along.  I honestly don't think I was meant to live in any one place for an extended amount of time.  I just can't do it, I get bored and restless and start freaking out.  I've been getting antsy for awhile's time for a new adventure.

Wish me luck!

Friday, January 15, 2010

It Makes Me Smile

This morning I was annoyed and posted about a mean person.  This afternoon I think I should balance things a bit and post something about a nice person.  Earlier this week Tammie blogged about doing a series of posts about the little things in her life that make her happy and brighten her day.  I thought this was an excellent I stole it from her.  But don't worry, she said it was ok.

This is my "Worry Angel"'s a worry stone with an angel inside.  I know the pic sucks...sorry.  But anyway, about six years ago I was in the hospital for several weeks.  I thought I was going to die...literally.  I was scared, confused, and pretty much alone.  I had many amazing people taking care of me, but one nurse in particular really stood out.  She was absolutely amazing...she would stay after her shift and sit and talk to me for hours...she helped ease some of my fears, she was comforting, she was funny, she brought me books & magazines, she was there for me.  She made one of the most difficult times in my life bearable.  I honestly don't know why she did everything she did for me.  But she is one of the kindest people I've ever met in my life. 
The day I was discharged from the hospital she came to see me, and gave me the worry angel.  There was a card that explained that my particular stone was the Hope Angel...and there was this poem:

Give your worries to the Angels
It is time to heal your heart.
Every day's a new beginning
Where love & hope can start.
Give your worries to the Angels
Release your doubt & fear.
Trust in God to always be there
With Angels always near.

 I was incredibly touched by this gesture and by her friendship.  Now this worry angel goes everywhere with's always in my pocket, my purse, or in my car.  This little stone is one of my most prized possessions.  It reminds me of a difficult time in my past, and that I can survive a lot.  It reminds me of the most selfless person I've ever met, the kind of person I would like to be.  And it reminds me to strive to be the heroine of my story, not the victim.

She signed my card "from a nurse who cares".  I guess you can consider me a patient who is eternally grateful.

Let's Make A Deal

I got an email the other day regarding my blog.   It wasn't very nice.  I was accused of being "fake" and "a phony" a random stranger.  And this was based solely on the fact that I do not have a real picture of myself posted on my blog...and that my real name can't possibly be R.H. Ducky.  While it is true that I am not really a cartoon duck sitting in a bowl of soup, and my name is not in fact R.H. Ducky, I'm fairly certain that doesn't make anything I've written about any less true.  Besides, I think I pretty much covered this little issue with my very first post Not that I expect every visitor to my blog to read every single post I have...I'm just sayin' it's there.

At first I was upset by this email...I don't want people to think I'm a phony.  But after I thought about it for a little while I was pretty annoyed by the situation.  First, I'm quite positive I'm not the only person out there blogging under a name other than one on my birth certificate.  WTF difference does it make?  If you don't like my blog, hit that nifty little "Next Blog" button at the top of your screen and move it right along. 

I welcome emails and comments, and I'm fully aware that everyone on the planet is not always going to agree with everything I say or do.  That's fine...disagree with me all you want, the world would be boring if we all had the same thoughts and opinions.  I just ask that you do it respectfully. 

So, let's compromise...I won't call you a douchebag asshole if you refrain from calling me a fake ass whore.  Deal?  Deal.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

As Seen On TV

I've talked briefly before about my shopping issues.  The first being that I absolutely hate, with a passion, having to actually go into a store to purchase things.  This brings us to my next issue, online shopping...oh internet, how I love you so.  I would probably also have an "as seen on tv" disorder as well, but I hate talking on the phone about as much as I hate going into stores.

I have seen many things on cheesy ass TV commercials that I felt that I needed though.  Such as:

Seriously, who doesn't want a Big City Slider Station?  I freakin' love tiny burgers!  And is there a White Castle or Krystal Burger near me?  Hell no.  If I want tiny burgers I'm gonna have to make them myself. 

And since I'm such a delicate flower and have sensitive skin, Smooth Away would be absolutely perfect for me!

I don't actually think I need the Hair Coloring Brush...but I want it.  Mostly because I want to find someone crazy enough to try it.  The fact that this chick obviously has on a really horrible wig in the advertisement makes me laugh...and makes me terrified of the product.

That brings us to Bumpits.  Big Happie Hair?  Well, hell yeah...I mean I do live in Texas, I think big happyie hair is a requirement. 

This past weekend I was hanging out with some friends in my hometown and we ended up going to a redneck bar.  Why a redneck bar you ask?  Honestly, there are no other options for bars in my hometown.  We actually had a really good time...the beer was cold, and the people watching is always good for a few laughs.  There was one woman with the biggest happiest hair I've ever seen, courtesy of a Bumpit I'm sure.  This got me to thinking...what if I gathered a group of friends and we all wore Bumpits and went out bar hopping.  I shared this brilliant idea with one of my female friends, her response was "wow, you're really drunk".  And apparently I was, because I had totally forgotten about this plan until today.  *thank you coworker for having really huge hair and reminding me of my plan*  Well, I'm sober now, and I still think it's pretty damned hilarious. 
So of course I googled "Bumpits" a little while ago, and BAM there are so many websites out there totally dedicated to "as seen on tv" items.  This gave me a whole new brilliant idea.  I think I should buy some of these products occasionally and test them out then write a post about them.  Thoughts?

Monday, January 11, 2010


I was just checking out the news and ran across this article about Global Cooling...and I must say I'm not too happy about it.  Apparently the world is going into "cold mode", and we'll have a global dip in temperature for the next 20 or 30 years...good call on Global Warming Mr. Gore.  Fabulous, I'm going to freeze my ass off every winter until I retire.  I hate winter, and I hate being cold.  Literally HATE it.  I may go sit in a corner somewhere and cry.  I must say, Mother Nature's ability to constantly wreak havoc on my life is pretty amazing.  Spiteful biatch.

In related news, we had a water pipe burst last night.  Our garage was flooded for the second time in under a year.  So Adam got to stay home from work today to wait around for the plumber.  Fun times.  The little hut in the rut has taken quite a few hits lately.

Perhaps today I will buy myself a Snuggie.

Friday, January 8, 2010

It's Friday Already?

So far this week I haven't watched any all.  This is highly unusual.  I think the TV has only been turned on only once this week, and that was last night...Adam was checking the weather.  That is also strange, normally even if we aren't watching any particular program the TV is generally on one of the Sirius music channels or something.  We didn't plan to not watch TV, it just kind of happened.  Is a week without TV on my Day Zero List?  I can't remember...I need to go check.  How great would that be to accomplish a goal without even trying? 

I spent Monday and Tuesday evening chatting with the gay husband, doing laundry, and reading a little...I need to hurry up and get through my current book Over The Holidays (which I won over at Goodreads), so I can start rereading The Lovely Bones for Tammie's book discussion.  Wednesday night we did some measuring so new baseboards can be bought for the glorified closet I live in my bedroom.  In the midst of measuring it became painfully obvious that the new bed that's being delivered on Friday is not going to fit.  This means that Adam's bed will have to be moved to my room, and that lucky bastard will get my bed.  I'm pretty sure the previous measuring mistake was actually a well thought out plan on his part.  Gay men are cunning.  Thursday I pretty much stared at my phone for two hours.  Thank you ESPN for having an app for my BlackBerry.  I would have preferred to watch the Lady Vols game on TV, but at least I got a play-by-play via my phone.

In other news, Adam is back on the quitting smoking bandwagon.  All this really means is that he has stopped purchasing cigarettes.  He still smokes mine.  BUT I have only bought one pack this week.  I think one pack of cigarettes between two people in almost a week's time is pretty damn good.  We've talked about doing the whole electronic cigarette thing.  Anyone know anything about them?

This morning I googled "microsoft courier" ) for about the millionth time since Gizmodo leaked info about it in September) and I got literally thousands of hits on articles telling me that Microsoft did not unveil this gadget at the CES event Wednesday.  I am really disappointed.  And I mean really disappointed.  I wanted one of these so badly :(  Maybe next year. 

I also think I may be slightly addicted to online shopping.  It's just so easy...and there's the added bonus of me not having to mingle with the general public.  Hmm, maybe I'm becoming anti-social. 

On that note, I think now I'm going to go home and shut myself in my bedroom and read.  Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Where Is The Love?

This morning on my way to work I heard that Casey Johnson had died yesterday.  My first thought was who the hell is Casey Johnson.  So, since I'm a google whore, I looked her up as soon as I got to the office.  Basically what I learned is that she was the 30 yr old heiress to the Johnson & Johnson fortune, she ran around with the Hilton sisters, she was gay, and she liked to party.  Sounds like 100 other celebutantes that are famous just for being famous.  But then I started noticing a trend in the comments to some of the articles I was reading.  I saw things like, "she was gay, that makes her a sicko and she deserved to die", and "what a waste of life and space", and several "who cares".   There was such an abundance of hateful and hurtful ugliness.  We make these people celebrities....and then we hate them for being famous.

I can't help but think that it's attitudes like this that is turning this world into one big shithole.  What happened to compassion?  When did we become so cold and uncaring?  This woman was someone's daughter, someone's mother, someone's best friend.  Whether you agreed with her, or her choices, doesn't make her any less of a human being. 

My condolences to her family and friends.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Playing Ketchup

Umm, I mean catch-up.  It's been a little bit since I posted anything on here, so here's a quick run-down of a few things going on in my world.

I survived another long weekend...barely.  I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year's Eve.  We had a few friends over and had marathon drinking at the gay frat house home.  We had a blast...stayed up until about 9am Friday morning, then I think I slept until around 5pm that evening.  I really am not 21 body definitely does not recover from a night of drinking like it used to.  But hey, it's a whole new year, a whole new decade....that deserves an over-the-top celebration.  At least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself.

Saturday the boys tried to convince me to go into town with them to get paint for my bedroom.  I really didn't feel like shopping (actually I never feel like shopping), so I told them to pick out the paint, because I trust their judgement.  Holy freakin' hell that was a bad idea.  They picked red...and bought some gold paint because they have some plan to paint gold designs on one wall.  This scared me due to the fact that my room is tiny and I was afraid it was going to feel even more claustrophobic.  And I'm more of a neutral color kind of girl.  Needless to say I was a bit leery of the red paint...because honestly when they opened it I thought it very much looked hot pink.  When it went up on the walls it looked hot pink.  After it dried it started looking red though.  We put three damn coats of red paint up before we ran out...and it still needs a few more coats.  I have decided that I hate painting and would much rather just have my plain old boring ass white walls back at this point.  None of us felt like going all the way back into town to get more paint, so for now I have a half-assed painted room....and I'm really not happy with that at all.

Sunday Lifetime had a Kristen Stewart marathon going which does make me happy, so I DVR'ed all of those.  Speak was one of the movies that was on, I was pretty excited because I have never seen that one....and that's one of the books I ordered from the other day.  Also, the TN Lady Vols had a televised game (which is why I DVR'ed KStew) against Oklahoma.  The game started out a bit bumpy, but my girls prevailed.  A BIG congratulations is in order for Shekinna Stricklen for getting the 2nd triple double in school history...pretty impressive.  What a difference a year Baby Vols are growing up so fast.

I'm still trying to figure out how exactly to organize my Day Zero Project stuff.  I put up a bookshelf widget thingy on here, from Goodreads, for the book portion....but I have no clue what I'm going to do about the rest of it.  I'm sure inspiration will hit any day now though.  And speaking of the book portion of my was I thinking with the historical stuff?  I generally hate those kinds of books....they will most likely be the last ones that get read. I suppose that's why I made this list in the first place though, to do some things that I might not normally do.  If anyone has any suggestions for good books in that genre let me know.