Well it’s been a pretty weird year, and I’m not really sad to see it go! LOL! I have found that even numbered years are not good ones for me…so bring on ’05 baby!

Before I get into my reflections of 04 I wanted to let ya’ll know what happend yesterday. I was working on an extinguisher, and in order to get the dry chem. to drop in the bottle you have to wack it with a rubber mallet. So, I was banging away…and mid swing one of my guys calls out my name…so I look up.

*WHAP*

Right in the mouth. I split my lip and one of my teeth is loose. Blood went everywhere. All yesterday my lip was an ugly purple color, and I can’t touch the tooth I hit because it hurts so bad. Today I feel a bit better, tooth looks like it may just firm back into place. So there ya go…your web mistress is an idiot. ;o)

Now, onto the new years babble….this year I am going to really focus on getting both my businesses into great shape! I’m going to get my butt in gear for all my *clients* and start adding personal touches to all my services. And as far as extinguishers go I’m going to make this a record year! I have allready set plans to have all appointments scheduled one month prior to the maint. month. I want to cut out un-necessary spending and start tightening things up all over the place! I will keep my house as tidy as possible, and always have cookies in the jar ;o)

It’s going to be a great year, I know it…hope you all have a wonderful ’05!

Last night while chatting on IM a couple of my friends were sharing links to diffrent Beanie Babies that were being auctioned on ebay. Now, if any of you know me well I was totally bored out of my mind.

So, I start searching for ’69 Camaros as the little stuffed animals only held my attention for a second. Two pristine beauties caught my eye…one of the 34 indy pace car convertibles with big blocks…totally restored, the other a nice metallic blue number…I was in heaven!

I decided to show them what I had found. And one of them says in a rather condesending way:
“Who the hell would pay $75,000 for that? And it’s a 1969, so old.”

Oh holy shit.

Instead of going into a detalied and rather long explination of why the car was worth so much, old aside…I just simply replied: “A girl can dream can’t she?”

I have found very few women who share my fascination and worship with classics. Hell a perfect sat. night is heading down to the amature drags…listening to the growls of 454′s…seeing gleaming bodies fly down the strip…watching kids who put their heart and soul into a junkyard find hit 9′s and come out of the pits grinning from ear to ear.

Mabey I’m crazy, but tell ya what…I don’t care. If you’ve ever dragged a car it’s a rush like you’d never believe. So, to all you girls out there that love classic cars as much as I do…thank you for having some sense of mechanical beauty. ;o)

And one more thing before I head off to my first appointment, I’d like to thank *Rachel* for accepting me into the *Bitch Club*, ok off to work.

Later in the day…
Back from work, will tell you all about it later but here’s a hoot for ya:

You come from Heaven. You’re the purest of pure, a
saint. You’re probably an angel sent directly
from Heaven.

Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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It would be a beautiful AZ day out if the wind wasn’t blowing. I’m trying to get the mountian of post-xmas laundry done today and I’ve got shit flying off the line into the desert. ARGH! Not to mention that Seb didn’t do the towels like he was told to yesterday so this morning The Boss Man mandated that they be finished today. Which throws a wrench in my plans…so it looks like I’m going to have to do everything because Seb is worthless. *why did I sign up for this shit*

I don’t have any appointments today, thank god, so it’s going to be a “catch-up” day. My list is as follows:

-Laundry *grr*
-Finish up the invoicing and set up of Katie’s account. )
-Agonize over the wait on Nicoles transfer. *I hate bravehost*
-Process all the members area apps that have been sitting in my inbox for a week now.
-Schedule a blood drive appt.
-Go get cigs….been out for awhile now…
-Write thank you notes to all my lovely peeps that gave me stuff.
-Burn FP for JayCee, mail it.
-Take a pic of all the cards and mail them.
-Go to the gym *errr*

So there we go, now I have something to refrence if I start to get off track *snort*.
Ok, off to do all this shit… except for mabey the gym…

So, it’s been a long day…hell a long year. I’m ready for 2005, ready for a fresh start, ready for change. I’ve been subject to all sorts of shit both on and offline, and I’m tired of it. I don’t want to play anymore, just want to snatch up my marbles and go “home”. *snort*

Hence this post.

I was thinking today that if I had a nickle for every asprin I’ve taken this year I’d be one rich bitch. Is my want to do nice things over bearing my need for peace and simplicity? Is my kindness to others destroying my kindness to myself?

I looked in the mirror today and saw a tired shell. And it scared me. No amount of eye cream can get rid of the bags I have. And I have to stop and wonder if it’s really worth it…

I love my work, don’t get me wrong, my hosting is the only thing that keeps me happy, it’s the added stress of me thinking that I can help everyone else and be everything that is tearing my insides apart. I should focus on the things that I need to do and quit worrying about helping others suceed…if they want it bad enough they will work just as hard as I do.

I don’t understand why I feel obligated to help others who have treated me like shit. Hell why do I feel obligated to help anyone at all? My own damn family can’t even appreciate my deeds.

I’m just so pissed off at everything right now this post is more of a rant than anything…and it’s not directed at anyone in particular, I just need to get this off my chest.

And please do me a favor if you are reading this, do not email me or call me trying to help or console me, I don’t want to hear it…I have two people that I speak to for that and they are doing a fine job. Not to be a bitch but no thanks.

Ok I know that it’s the day after xmas and ya’ll are just dying to know what happend…*snort*…but honestly I haven’t the time…so I’ll write about it later..but I will leave you with this….

You are a Rocker Girl! If you don’t have musical talent, you’ve got a talent for picking out great CD’s.Music rules your life – and you’ve got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you’re the catch of a lifetime.Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you’ll find love with a fellow rocker! What Kind of Girl Are You?