tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67905007152830939622024-03-13T03:23:05.378-06:00DuckSoupno ducks were harmed in the making of this blogR.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-15516633761102784302011-08-03T18:53:00.001-06:002011-08-03T18:54:22.342-06:00Acclimating<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nikita and I are both still trying to acclimate to the Denver altitude. Nikita still seems to be living on East Coast time and wakes me at ridiculous hours in the morning to go outside. I am a bit more lethargic than normal (unfortunately Kita doesn't seem to have this particular problem), and I can't handle alcohol here that well yet (this was proven Friday night, but I am not going to re-embarrass myself by telling that story). Also, I am ALWAYS thirsty....does anyone know if altitude causes this? All I know is I drink about a gallon of water a day now, and that is not normal for me.<br />
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I am currently in the midst of searching for a job. I had a few interviews late last week, and have another set up for tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I had totally forgotten how stressful being unemployed and job hunting is. Now, about this job search and in particular an interview I had Friday morning. I went in, and talked to two different HR people with the company...both of the ladies I spoke to were very nice and I got along very well with them. I did not leave feeling confident about the interview though. Why you ask? Because they both mentioned the fact that I may not be "challenged" enough at the position. I have two problems with this, the first being that it was a temporary (four month) position and honestly having a non-challenging job for a few months seemed kind of like a vacation to me (and I would have income while looking for my perfect dream job). My second problem arose when HR lady #2 called me and informed me that they had chosen another candidate because I am "overqualified". Umm really? I wanted to tell her that I felt that I was overqualified to sit on the couch watching Oprah all day too. Ok, not really Oprah I really can't stand her....but you know what I mean. So <i>anyway</i>, the search continues.<br />
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Markus and I have many projects that we have been discussing. I can't wait to get started on them! One is a video blog uh vlog (?), another is a tshirt site, and last but certainly not least home-brewing beer. Our major problems are coming from the video blog....we both seem to be idea people not onscreen talent. Maybe we need start the brewing project first so we can have some liquid courage to enable us to be in front of the camera. The tshirt site we already have, that was a project we started back in 2006 (or maybe 2007, I have no concept of time). That project got pushed to the back burner when I moved back to TX because it just didn't seem to work with us being 1,000 miles apart. We have a tendency to feed off of each other's humor and get our best ideas just hanging out being goofy. Anyway, once we get everything going I'll give you all the details.<br />
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Here's Ducky & Munky at Denver Pride 2011:<br />
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R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-28027587687645324052011-07-28T11:06:00.001-06:002011-08-04T12:18:13.765-06:00Lost Motiviation Found<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I haven't blogged in a really long time, I mean a REALLY long time. Lots has happened in my life since the last time I posted anything. Some of you (if there is indeed anyone who still pops over here) are facebook friends of mine so you have a general idea about what's going on in my world. Lately though I've been kind of neglecting facebook too. Here's a rundown:<br />
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- Conditions at my brother's company in GA were less than ideal. The company is struggling and I rarely got paid on time, and I never got paid what I was supposed to get paid. I'm all for helping the family out, but I have bills to pay. As of right now I am owed a little over $10,000 in back pay. Also, my brother lives beyond his means and has a newly remodeled kitchen, nice vehicles, is building a new shop/playhouse in his backyard, etc....it was hard to not feel unimportant and unappreciated.<br />
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- I originally moved from TX to GA to help out my brother with said company and with my nephews. I can't tell you all enough how much I enjoyed getting to know the munchkins! Those are two of the most adorable, amazing little guys. That being said, my brother had a tendency to not EVER want to, as he said, "babysit"....so I sort of became built in babysitter. I have problems with this. Ok, parents out there, is it really considered babysitting if they are YOUR children? I love my little brother dearly but after living in GA for awhile I came to the conclusion that he is a selfish ass.<br />
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- I got a new puppy! She is the cutest, sweetest, smartest, best dog EVER. She was originally my sister in law's mom's dog, but she couldn't keep her....so I adopted her. Without further ado, here is Nikita the Wonder Dog:<br />
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Isn't she gorgeous! Look at those blue eyes! Gah, love love love her!!!!!<br />
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- Back in June I got really fed up with my life in general and decided I really needed a vacation. My dear friend Markus (aka Munky) in Denver, convinced me that a trip to CO would be ideal. I agreed. I flew out to Denver and spent a week hanging out with some old friends (I lived in Denver from 2005-2008), and had an absolute blast! Munky began devising a plan to move me back to Denver....it was difficult not to consider it.<br />
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- Upon my arrival back in GA my brother asked me if I was moving to CO....he is very perceptive about some things. I was honest with him and told him I was considering it. On July 12th I got into a very heated argument with my cousin/co-worker. I was told that I was going to Hell for being gay. I was told that I was sick. I was told that straight white men are oppressed by women, gays, and minorities. That evening I decided that I did not belong in a small town in GA. I called Munky and we began planning my move.<br />
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- On the morning of July 18th Nikita and I started a roughly 1,500 mile journey from GA to CO. We arrived in Denver on July 19th at around 2:00 pm....yeah, we were balls to the wall on our trip. We are both happier here. Nikita is loving the cooler weather, and she has a new playmate (Munky's dog, Morgan). I am thrilled to be in a more open-minded city, around old friends, and to be on a new adventure. Now I must find a job!<br />
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I am going to try (again) to actually maintain my blog on a regular basis. Munky and I also have a plan for video blog in the works. He is a graduate from the Art Institute and has a film degree....so we feel we should put that to some use. More on that later. <br />
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I hope everyone is well, I have missed this corner of my world!<br />
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R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-35684511739130496452010-12-01T10:01:00.000-07:002010-12-01T10:01:37.095-07:00Thank You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu_ZSDkBC4nDFOeBKTf03gmYFV5sZyJXfOH-nHBmCQGo31OwWgxSD-QH_oyeeKBmah-tLCGoygPlmIguTlk2HapPpA7l572KGFq9QmQ1Jwuqg55KSxYksTy9jxYfl2P_rqmLsuuHWDDg/s1600/Rosa_Parks_1956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu_ZSDkBC4nDFOeBKTf03gmYFV5sZyJXfOH-nHBmCQGo31OwWgxSD-QH_oyeeKBmah-tLCGoygPlmIguTlk2HapPpA7l572KGFq9QmQ1Jwuqg55KSxYksTy9jxYfl2P_rqmLsuuHWDDg/s320/Rosa_Parks_1956.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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*ducky hugs for Rosa Parks*<br />
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I had intended on writing a post yesterday, but immediately after coming into the office I realized that being off work for 4.5 days (yeah we bailed early on Wednesday) is both a blessing and a curse. Much to my dismay a little office fairy did not swing by and do all my work in my absence. I <em>think </em>I have everything caught back up now...I also thought that about 2 hours ago before finding out I was grossly mistaken. <br />
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I had a really nice Thanksgiving. We hosted, and our guests consisted of mostly Sandy's (sister in law) family....but my stepdad was able to make it out for a visit, which was super awesome. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am domestically challenged. And I mean REALLY challenged. I was crazy stressed about helping with the food prep, but everything turned out beautifully. <br />
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The real trauma of the weekend happened when I was helping Sandy put up the Christmas tree. She is the biggest freakin' tree Nazi that I have ever encountered in my life. <strong>Seriously</strong>. About half way through I pretty much pretended to help and mostly just drank this vodka filled slush drink we concocted.<br />
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<strike>We</strike> Sandy somehow managed to spill hers at one point. And they say I'm the klutzy one! Ok, it's true I am klutzy, <strong>but</strong> I didn't spill my drink. Also, after looking closer at this pic I see where my missing chapstick is.<br />
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I think the finished tree turned out quite beautifully. Hat tip to my favorite Christmas Tree Nazi!<br />
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Also, in my opinion I managed to snap the most adorable photo EVER of my nephews.<br />
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I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season!R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-9245449022340753252010-11-23T08:27:00.000-07:002010-11-23T08:27:56.203-07:00Decisions, DecisionsHonestly I've been to my blog several times over the past few weeks, and I have thought about posting something. Obviously that hasn't happened. I really don't even know if anyone checks this damn thing anymore. I have been considering shutting this blog down and starting over....or just drastically changing this one. I'm kinda tired of the anonymous blog and changing names and being secretive and all that jazz. I've been considering starting a new blog as the "real" me. <br />
At first I really had to post anonymously due to my job...but now that is no longer an issue. I was also concerned about my family and the fact that they, or their friends, could possibly stumble onto here and read about some of the crazy shit that I do. I suppose I have grown weary of feeling like I have to hide things. I resent this blog now.<br />
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So yeah, there's my dilemma.R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-18246805450024070872010-07-02T14:25:00.000-06:002010-07-02T14:25:21.995-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A month, really? I didn't realize it had been that long since I posted something. Lots and lots has been going on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Now I think it might be time for me to get back to my <a href="http://dayzeroproject.com/">Day Zero Project</a>. I checked on my progress, and my list is now 15% completed....better than the 9% I last reported, but still really damn embarrassing. I need to feel like a somewhat productive member of society again. And trust me, I've tried to convince myself that partying = productivity...but even drunk me didn't believe that load of crap. I've been searching for songs/videos to keep me motivated during my latest endeavor. The following video will be my inspiration...<br />
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...I want your life. Well except the whole lying, cheating, scumbag husband part.R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-17760054418294462922010-06-06T17:43:00.001-06:002010-06-06T17:43:39.343-06:00I Needed A Kick In The AssOk, forget the hiatus. I had a phone conversation earlier that put things in perspective a bit.<br />
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Here's the back story. Brooke is dating Jen again. Oh yeah, she went back to the psycho. I'm completely heart broken...blah blah blah. BUT if I shut down, then I am letting her win. And I will be fucking damned if I let her control my life. I'll still be around, spewing my craziness (with a southern accent of course). But no matter what, I am here...and I do matter. Whether or not certain people recognize that appropriately, I'm not going away.<br />
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It seemed easier to hide in a hole, or drink myself into a stupor, but I'm not really one to just roll over and let life just happen to me. I had two days of self pity, and I'm over it. So screw you Jen and your manipulative ways, screw you "depressed me" that didn't want to get out of bed, and screw you cable for not having anything on that I want to watch right now. But thank you Blogger for introducing me to some really amazing people. <br />
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Welcome to the flip side.R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-47151320945008542742010-06-05T18:40:00.000-06:002010-06-05T18:40:19.851-06:00HiatusJust wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be taking a break from the blog for awhile. I don't feel like I have anything to left to share or offer at the moment. I have to work through a few things, then I might be back around.<br />
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*ducky out*R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-86713409204593883052010-06-03T15:01:00.001-06:002010-06-03T15:02:29.410-06:00More Theories, Less WorkAfter <strike>wasting</strike> dedicating a bit of time earlier today to my theories on my pretend girlfriend being a closet case, I scoured the internet to find something else to occupy my time. Because, you know, work just wasn't entertaining enough. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">On a more personal note, I can barely move today. I only <em><strong>thought</strong></em> I was sore yesterday. Sooooo, I either need attempt wakeboarding more frequently....or just stop. Intermittently <strike>wakeboarding</strike> getting dragged behind a boat while a wakeboard is strapped to my feet, is not a good idea obviously. I have sore muscles in places that I didn't know I had muscles.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-49955900258631825932010-06-01T12:55:00.002-06:002010-06-03T14:28:28.915-06:00Dream A Little Dream Of MeI love, love, love (did I mention love?) long weekends. Thank you Memorial Day for letting me drink myself into a stupor on Monday rather than having to work. Fun times. I attempted wakeboarding again, and obviously this is not the sport for me. I suck on a monumental level...and I am pretty sore and bruised all over. Awesome. I'm still trying to convince myself that this is <strong>not</strong> because I'm getting old...my younger brother is not helping matters though since he now refers to me as "the senior citizen". He's so precious.<br />
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What was not so fun about the weekend? My poor little nephew, Mason, had to have surgery. He has <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrsa">MRSA</a> which is basically a really fucking badass staph infection. They sliced and diced his little leg almost to the bone to get all of the infection out. I would post a pic, but in all honesty the cut made me gag a little bit, and I really don't want it on my blog for all eternity. He is back home, resting and recovering. I feel bad for the little guy...the docs said he doesn't need to walk until at least Thursday, and it's getting hard for the 3 year old to sit still. <br />
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And now I will ramble about basketball for just a moment. The Atlanta Dream is impressing the hell out of me this year...they are off to a 6-0 start this year. The Dream are an expansion team that started in 2008...that year they only won 4, that's right <strong><em>4</em></strong>, games. Last year they improved to 18-16 which I thought was pretty incredible. And this year they are the only undefeated team in the WNBA. That being said the San Antonio Silver Stars and the Seattle Storm are still my favorite teams. BUT I am glad that I finally live in the general vicinity of a WNBA team, maybe I'll get to catch a game or two this season. Also, thank you Dream for providing me with my pretend girlfriend of the day....<br />
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Shalee Lehning<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3I8pGeBV7Wo9unmErot87buMOKThbFkVw4dDmhBa0AZNRznIUbEmbC8yiJmrBHkVel8_04PQKR2kdcpz3EpmxdYxLyCyyCOoMUtHnk1qdLTaZfw2esGVIBfFm-mcbp0MJtmbNIW89cvQ/s1600/slehningdream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3I8pGeBV7Wo9unmErot87buMOKThbFkVw4dDmhBa0AZNRznIUbEmbC8yiJmrBHkVel8_04PQKR2kdcpz3EpmxdYxLyCyyCOoMUtHnk1qdLTaZfw2esGVIBfFm-mcbp0MJtmbNIW89cvQ/s320/slehningdream.jpg" /></a></div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-51139270913719823682010-05-19T10:40:00.000-06:002010-05-19T10:40:50.683-06:00Holy WowGood:<br />
I would like to take a moment to announce to world that I have the best cousin EVER. Cousin It just informed me that she bought me a gift that will be shipped to Georgia shortly. I'm quite certain that another "It Makes Me Smile" post will be popping up real soon.<br />
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Bad (possibly):<br />
Brooke is still being weird. I'm hoping that her being distant is just an effort on her part to assess her life and her wants and needs. I kinda freaked out yesterday...but I'm trying to be more positive today. Unfortunately, patience is not a virtue that I was blessed with.<br />
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Ugly:<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The employee that got in an accident last week somehow managed to rear end someone last night. The company trucks/trailers are dropping like flies. I am not a fan of dealing with insurance companies...they pretty much suck.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, tonight I'm sure I will be drinking...heavily. But really, how's that different than any other day? ;)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-63541651970967525002010-05-18T12:33:00.001-06:002010-05-18T12:33:45.868-06:00It Makes Me Smile<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheehY5T79DyVkHidyUZvXeDpxrpM3BCdgk8D_9hDHfXFld7_HT915WTskEX0hilCWeA82Dd0QMekiHlXbgvaMLgrKnBc1SZ1J9phzqPR2VSiyR9XQmLbLLPOgZIucwvtCf2E9iJbncedQ/s1600/isabella45324_2101_2759055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheehY5T79DyVkHidyUZvXeDpxrpM3BCdgk8D_9hDHfXFld7_HT915WTskEX0hilCWeA82Dd0QMekiHlXbgvaMLgrKnBc1SZ1J9phzqPR2VSiyR9XQmLbLLPOgZIucwvtCf2E9iJbncedQ/s200/isabella45324_2101_2759055.jpg" width="73" wt="true" /></a>I have one piece of jewelry that I never remove. Ever. It's this necklace....a Celtic Union pendant. According to the nifty little paper that came with it, it symbolizes two individuals that overcome all obstacles to find each other. I purchased two of these necklaces two years ago. For those of you who have been paying attention that directly coincides with the time that Brooke and I first got back together. Jen has long since threw Brooke's necklace away...but for some reason I can't bear to take mine off. Seriously, it's been off for probably a total of two days since I got it...and that was due to my niece breaking the chain. As I sit here typing, I'm trying to figure out if I'm being optimistic....or pathetic. But either way the necklace makes me smile. It reminds me of a happy time in my life. And if that little paper was correct, just maybe, one day all of these crazy obstacles will be behind <strike>me</strike> us. So for now I am going to continue to wear this pendant close to my heart and hope like hell that it's love, faith, and optimism rather than stupidity that's driving me.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div></div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-5436396587618796902010-05-18T11:14:00.001-06:002010-06-03T14:32:54.478-06:00Yo, VIP, Let's Kick It<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Damn you Will Schuester! This song has been stuck in my head since last Tuesday...can't wait to see which one it's replaced with tonight.</div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And since it is Glee night, I think I'll have a Glee-themed pretend girlfriend today. Hellooooo Cheerio ;)</div><br />
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</div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-10162723068267282362010-05-17T10:41:00.001-06:002010-05-18T11:15:28.438-06:00Speaking of Pretend Girlfriends....<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I just received a text message that included a picture of this magazine cover:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I wonder what it says about me when my sister in law feels the need to text me "news" like this? Also, I wonder if it's mine? </div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-7593038382724702042010-05-17T09:33:00.005-06:002010-06-03T14:28:16.686-06:00Basketball is Basketball<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><object height="344" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-1P83-YThk&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-1P83-YThk&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>This WNBA promo made me incredibly happy. I've been waiting to see marketing like this for the women's game for roughly eleven years now. Also, any opportunity I have to see my pretend girlfriend, Becky Hammon, makes me giddy.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">In related news, I just realized that I have a lot of pretend girlfriends. </div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-71213779450451742382010-05-14T11:54:00.002-06:002010-05-14T11:55:36.799-06:00That Isn't A Pot O' Gold At The End Of My Rainbow<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, remember how I told you that Brooke's ex, Jen, was probably plotting to kill me? Well, that might be partially inaccurate. In a very interesting phone conversation I had with Jen recently, she told me that she hoped I was run over by a car...she later changed that to wishing me a slow painful death via cancer. I can't <em>imagine</em> why Brooke would ever break things off with this lovely individual. What is more baffling is that Brooke ever broke up with <strong>me</strong> to date this person...and I use the term person very loosely here. I actually think she might be Satan, cleverly disguised as a lesbian.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In other news, when I arrived at the office this morning I had a message from an employee who informed me that the transmission went out in the company truck he was driving. He then explained that he purchased some transmission fluid because the levels were low and that it seemed to be running fine. <strong>Then</strong> he called back to tell me that while he was still on the side of the highway a semi truck hit the trailer that was attached to the truck he was in. Seriously, did I sleep through like 4 days? Is it really Monday? Am I being Punk'd?</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QmBwSzwE9DvON8jTiuhB7UYOR2l1xPL0P37uPX-Oa5AApRbbXJInPtgFGfDmqXx3TNx5ciEgXm_zUh5sPKaDRdgBHeP-xCI6AhTh4iLVQpQrDQBYd7DXRZjaPyh4gCxS_GOnm1Vxm9U/s1600/beer2-store.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QmBwSzwE9DvON8jTiuhB7UYOR2l1xPL0P37uPX-Oa5AApRbbXJInPtgFGfDmqXx3TNx5ciEgXm_zUh5sPKaDRdgBHeP-xCI6AhTh4iLVQpQrDQBYd7DXRZjaPyh4gCxS_GOnm1Vxm9U/s400/beer2-store.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-35447970849058599982010-05-11T13:05:00.000-06:002010-06-03T14:34:39.390-06:00My Thoughts On Mother's DayThis is a post that I've been meaning to write for quite awhile now...but I was afraid to. Seeing as how this past Sunday was Mother's Day I thought it was a good time.<br />
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Today I'm going to talk a little about my mom. I don't know a whole lot about my mom's childhood, I don't really know her parents that well, and honestly if most of her siblings walked into my office and slapped me right now I wouldn't recognize them. I have about a decade worth of memories of my mom, a handful of stories that others have shared with me, and a few pictures. In other words this post may not be the most historically accurate...but historical accuracy isn't really the point today.<br />
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When I was a kid I absolutely adored and idolized my mom. She was such an amazing woman, I know I'll never possess the words to accurately describe her. I can remember wanting to be just like her. I always wanted to be right where she was...I probably annoyed the piss out of her following her around the way I did. But to know my mom was to love her. She was such a beautiful person, inside and out. She was smart, funny, talented, outgoing, and stylish...so basically the complete opposite of me. She could walk into a room full of strangers and walk out with a whole new circle of friends. I have never been like that, I am generally pretty shy unless I feel really comfortable with people. It takes me awhile to trust people enough to open up and let them in. She was also very crafty. I think maybe this is one reason why I want to learn to sew so badly. Maybe part of me wants to feel like I was like her in at least some small way. Because let's face it, I will never have the style thing down...I do good to get out of the house with an outfit that even matches.<br />
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When I think about her I recall her always laughing and happy. This is probably where my historical accuracy is way off kilter because my mom committed suicide when I was a kid. I've spent a lot of time being angry with her, and I've spent a lot of time defending her. I have days that I get so mad that I could cry...and I have days that I am overjoyed to have had the short amount of time with her that I did get. I suppose this inner struggle will continue forever...but no matter what, I will always remember how she made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. <br />
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Obviously depression runs in my family. My mom's dad committed suicide, my mom committed suicide, and I have attempted to commit suicide....twice. You would think that after seeing how what my own mother did that I would not be so selfish, and I would not want to do the same thing to the people that care about me. I've turned this thought over in my mind so many times that I can't even being to count them. I've spent a bit of time in a mental health facility (that was no vacation), and I've been to numerous counselor/psychiatrist types. What did I learn from all of this? Pretty much nothing. I seem to always get really pissed off at these "experts" and generally don't see them more than a handful of times. I've had doctors tell me everything from, "it's your mom's fault" to "you wouldn't have these issues if you weren't gay". My response? "Ok, you fucking jackass, I have a question for you now. How many straight patients do you see daily? Because obviously straight people are the picture of mental health". But I digress.<br />
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Back to my mom. Do I think that I am the way I am because of my mom? Hell, I don't know. Do I blame my mom? Nope. I am an adult, I am reasonably intelligent, and I am completely capable of making my own decisions. The choices I have made are my own. In a <a href="http://ducksoup22.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-makes-me-smile.html">previous post</a> I talked about a worry angel that I received while I was in the hospital. That particular trip to the ER was the direct result of me taking a couple of bottles of tylenol...I seriously don't know how my liver pulled through that one. In that post I said that it reminded me to be the heroine of my story, and not the victim. My mom allowed herself to be the victim of her story...and that is the ultimate tragedy.R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-72370220684248577542010-05-06T10:11:00.001-06:002010-06-03T14:34:16.690-06:00Random RamblingsIt's now official, the crappy replacement BlackBerry is dead. For real this time. Three phones in two months is a record for me. I'm sure AT&T loves the hell out of me though. You're welcome Mr. Randall L. Stephenson...yes, I am dorky enough to Google the president of AT&T.<br />
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I had a slight brush with fame yesterday. There was a country music singer at our house partying and hanging out on the boat. I am going to refrain from mentioning his name because honestly I had never heard of him before...and I couldn't tell you the name of a single one of his songs. So I would be name dropping just for the sake of name dropping. BUT if Alec Baldwin, George Clooney, or Kristen Stewart ever show up on the lake I am taking hundreds of pics and passing phone numbers to them...ahem.<br />
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Speaking of country music singers, Chely Wright came out this week. And holy wow, I was shocked. This quote: “<em>I had a partner for 12 years and we only told two people in the entire time we were a couple. I wasn’t just in the closet, I was behind the sheetrock in the closet. I didn’t even tell my best friend. I didn’t tell anyone, because the minute you do, they have to lie for you</em>.” and this one: <em>“Can you imagine being someone’s partner and having to be a secret? You know, it’s really hard, it’s incredibly painful. And this was the love of my life, and to this day I struggle. I mean, I lost her because of it. I realized I had painted myself into a corner. I had amassed relative wealth and success and fame and I was doing everything I ever said I wanted to do and I realized [after the breakup] that none of it matters. I realized I would rather work in a grocery store bagging groceries and live in a crappy little apartment with my partner. I would rather have love in my life than any of this—and I lost it all.” </em>broke my heart. You can read the complete article from Curve magazine <a href="http://www.curvemag.com/Curve-Magazine/Web-Articles-2010/Country-Music-Star-Comes-Out-in-Curve/">here</a>. After reading that article you should hop over to People and read <a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20366599,00.html">this one</a>. I find this tid bit about John Rich especially enlightening...<em>The pressure had been building, she said, ever since John Rich of country-music duo Big & Rich asked her if she was gay – the first time she'd ever been asked directly after years of avoiding the issue. </em><em>She recalls: "John finally asked me point blank: 'You're not gay. If you are, people won't have it. It's sick, it's deviant, it's unacceptable to country-music fans.' And he said, 'You're not, are you?' And I lied. And I knew that I had gone from not talking about it to being a liar."</em> <br />
I have <strong><em>A LOT</em></strong> to say about all of this, but honestly I think at this point it would exhaust me, and I'm just not up to it. Maybe I'll dedicate an entry to this subject in the future. All I will say is that I think she is lovely and talented and I wish her the very best.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On a totally unrelated note I would like to express my new love for <a href="http://www.hulu.com/">hulu</a>. I missed Glee on Tuesday night AND didn't have the DVR set...but thanks to hulu I was still able to watch the episode. I freakin' love the internet. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And just as an update from my last post, I am still talking to Brooke. I am enjoying the hell out of reconnecting with her. I have smiled a lot this past month. Which reminds me, I bought her a Mother's Day card and I'm not sure if that's lame or sweet. So I need opinions...should I mail it or not?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">*ducky hugs*</div>R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-77042339081317783492010-04-27T12:16:00.001-06:002010-04-27T12:51:00.004-06:00This Merry-Go Round Is Making Me Kinda DizzyI think I might possibly be the worst blogger ever. No really EVER. I really really really am going to try to do better. I promise. Also, I'm way behind on reading all the blogs I follow...and I'm way behind on answering emails. Seriously, I'm not ignoring you.<br />
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Ok, so here's what's going on in my world. This is not meant to be an excuse, but I have been really preoccupied.<br />
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On the 17th of this month I received a message on my MySpace Truth Box app from someone that I literally never thought I would ever hear from again. I didn't get the message until the 21st because honestly I only randomly log onto MySpace when I'm extremely bored and have absolutely nothing else to do. Anyway, I was shocked to get this message...it basically just had a phone number and it said "I think you should call me", and was signed "former member of the dorky ducky club" (that's a story for another day).<br />
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It all begin in the winter of 2004...I met this woman online, we'll call her Brooke. We chatted online for awhile, exchanged emails, and eventually started talking on the phone. I will not lie to you, I was completely head over heels for her. Yeah, I know...you're thinking that's pretty dumb. Well, I've never claimed to be smart when it comes to women. So anyway, after we had been talking for awhile we decided that we should meet. We didn't live anywhere near each other....I was in Texas and she was in Michigan. I believe it was late January/early February when we first started planning this trip. I worked for a university in TX at the time and Spring Break was going to be the first available opportunity for me to travel. So it was set, things were great, I was giddy. We continued chatting back and forth, and we would send each other cards and packages and whatnot. My friends were sickened by the cuteness of it all. On February 15th she totally dropped a bomb on me. A friend of hers, Jen, showed up at her house the previous night...Valentine's Day...with a bouquet of flowers and expressed her undying love. Brooke calls me and tells me that maybe a long distance relationship isn't what she up for, and it's probably smarter to pursue things with the local girl.<br />
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I was crushed. Also Brooke was not allowed to talk to me anymore because the new girl felt threatened by me. Awesome.<br />
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Fast forward to October 15, 2006. I got a call from Brooke...she informed me that she and Jen had broken up the previous night. This is really odd because I had also broken things off with my girlfriend the previous evening. Weird huh? I saw this as a sign. We were just meant to be. Who woulda thought that I am a hopeless romantic? Anyway, we talked back and forth. I flew out to Michigan...she flew into Denver. All was well and good, and I was ecstatic. Then in February Brooke informed me that she had been talking to Jen, and she was breaking up with me to see if she could make things work with her.<br />
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I was crushed. This time Brooke promised that we would keep in touch because she didn't want to lose my friendship. That didn't happen. Jen hates me...I know this is hard to believe seeing as how I'm so lovable and all....but the chick literally hates me.<br />
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So now Brooke and Jen have broken up again. Brooke is calling me again. Brooke would like to come to Georgia to visit. Jen is probably currently plotting on ways to kill me.<br />
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I really don't know what to do. I'm not so blind that I can't see the pattern here. But for me Brooke was always the one who got away...twice. Part of me is so excited that I'm back in contact with her, and part of me is terrified that in a few months she's going to go back to Jen, and I'm going to be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. My sister in law thinks I'm crazy...actually I think her exact words were, "Are you fucking stupid?". Stupid or not, I love this woman and if there's even a remote possibility that we can make things work then I'm going for it.R.H. Duckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04846192011530022188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790500715283093962.post-33434660618541470682010-04-13T13:27:00.002-06:002010-04-14T11:37:42.569-06:00Ducky-2, BlackBerry-0So, my drunken sister in law threw me in the lake yesterday. My BlackBerry was in my pocket.<br />
Rest in peace replacement BlackBerry that I didn't really like anyway. And, I still miss you BlackBerry Bold.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">*UPDATE: the craptastic replacement BlackBerry is now functioning again. I still <strong>REALLY</strong> miss you BlackBerry Bold! </span><br />
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But on a happier note the season premier of Glee is on tonight. :D<br />
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Friday night it was just me and Sandy hanging out. We headed downstairs to the play room and shot several games of pool...and took several shots...then we watched Steel Magnolias until the sad part then we changed the channel. Neither of us wanted to cry. Unfortunately for me I managed to find the last shard of glass from the broken margarita machine, and got it lodged in my foot. Sandy is an excellent nurse, she dug it out and bandaged me up...after that mishap we decided it was time for bed. That night was relatively low-key by our standards.<br />
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Saturday morning we woke up pretty early. Probably too early, because by 9:30 that morning we started drinking. Smart idea? Maybe not. Several members of Sandy's family came over Saturday afternoon...we grilled some food, hung out on the dock where Sandy got a splinter stuck in her foot, took a boat ride, drank a little, played some pool, and just had a nice time. Around 8pm Sandy, her mom, and her sister decided that they NEEDED to go get tattoos. I have managed to lose my ID, so Aunt Alicia got to spend a few quality hours with <strong>all</strong> the children. So that means it was me against 5 kids...I had two of Bradley and Sandy's, two of Sandy's sister, and one of Sandy's sister's boyfriend. I seriously had an Adventures In Babysitting moment...I was also totally reminded of my crush on Elizabeth Shue. At a few points in the evening I wanted to shout, "Don't fuck with the babysitter"....but I refrained. I let the kids run around like maniacs for awhile and then convinced them all that it would be a really good idea to go to bed. I honestly can't believe they minded me...I still haven't perfected my "mommy voice", and they have a tendency to not listen to a damn thing I say. I really was thrilled that I didn't have to fight them too much at bedtime. The adults all got back and we decided it would be a great idea to have a bonfire. We ran out of wood, so we got a bit creative about what we burned. <em>*sorry about your flip flops Bradley...we aren't sorry about that ugly ass rug though*</em> At this point I was exhausted so I totally crashed.<br />
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Sunday I woke up to maniac children yelling and jumping all over me. Fabulous! I stumbled upstairs and had some breakfast and then collapsed on the couch...Sandy and Bradley went to take a nap. Sandy's sister looked at me at one point and asked me, "do you hear water running?". I did not hear water running. About five minutes later she said, "no really I hear water running". As lazy as I was feeling I decided I should probably get up to investigate. I walked to the bathroom by the boys room, and found the problem. Little Max had several diapers stuffed in the toilet and had tried to flush them. Awesome! The whole room was flooded. That was a bitch to clean up. I'm still trying to figure out how he got the diapers off the changing table...he is not that tall. Kids are creative I suppose....I am learning that if you look away for two minutes they will be into something. Sunday evening Mason walked out on the upper deck where I was smoking and just looked at me and said he had to tee-tee. He always tells one of us before he goes to the bathroom....so I said, "ok go in there and tee-tee". At this point he pulls his swim trunks down and proceeds to urinate on the deck. Unfortunately the guys were pulling our dinner off the grill....which is on the lower deck. Thanks for the marinade kiddo.<br />
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