Work, work, work

Cases, cases and more cases. Paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. Whine, whine whine!
My favorite EADA invited me over to eat last night. He even cooked for me. He can cook, so I'm like whoa! (Okay that sounded like Loganese) I think I could probably get used to having someone cook for me. I savored it while I could because between our work schedules we probably won't see each other again this week.
Well, back to the grind I have to stay over tonight since my paperwork mound has not decreased. I still don't understand it, I KNOW I am doing some.
Work work work, whine whine whine.

Something to ponder

Let me see, I can't think of how to phrase it correctly to relay my point. The topic is relationships of course. More specifically, one of my favorite past-times, flirting. I am referring to myself and how I view some of the things I do. There is a fine line between what I call aggressively flirting and sounding down right desperate. How does one keep from crossing that line? Do you know what I mean? I've been told some men like women who come on a little strong because it takes the pressure off of them to make a move. (Apparently men fear rejection as much as women.) On the other hand, I know some men who don't like it because they feel it is the man's role to be the aggressor. They believe it makes the woman appear desperate like she is throwing herself at them. Honestly I thought most guys liked that since it stroked their ego. How do you keep it in check? More importantly how is a relationship impaired person able to distinguish which route is appropriate?

Thought I'd share some of the things that go through my head sometimes (it gets sad in there somedays):

People probably think I’m bitter. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m gonna be one of those old (how you say?) sphinsters. You know a single librarian taking my frustrations out on the unsuspecting kids with late books. Living, then dying...Old, poor, bitter and lonely.
Lonely, that’s the thing I fear the most. I don’t want to be alone my entire life. Of course I have my friends. Who doesn’t? But that is not the type of aloneness I’m referring to. You know it as well as I do. True I have some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for, but when I have to go to bed by myself night after night, it gets aggravating. I will probably never know the feeling of having that special guy holding me as I doze off and waking up with him smiling. Neither of us concerned with anything else. I fear I am destined to remain alone.

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"So, Elliot, want to tell me where we are going?"
Ummmm.....No.
"Why not?"
Because it's a surprise.
"Okay"
Silence for a few minutes
"You're not going to kill me are you?"
Nooo.
"Just checking. How're things with Kathleen?"
He told me they were getting along better than ever and he had me to thank for it.
"I'm glad you two are doing well. Happy I could help."
Silence again
"You know if you REALLY wanted to thank me...you could...tell me where we are going!"
No.
"TELL ME!"
NO!
"Pleeeeeeeeeeze"
Ok, we're going to db bistro.
Mental note-It only takes four tries to get him to cave.
I'm having French for lunch? That's not Italian. What was he thinking? 29 bucks for a hamburger? I HOPE he was kidding.
It was a nice place just not one I would normally visit. Once we got settled we started to talk. Correction, I started to talk. For whatever reason all my relationship doubts and fears that I had bottled up came out. I guess it's just easy to talk to him. He just listened as I went on and on. He had this strange look on his face, like he understood exactly what I meant. I don't care how weird anyone thinks it is, I am glad to have Elliot as such a good friend. I know that if needed he'd be there with an Irish Coffee or ice cream whichever the situation called for. Who would've thought the big scary SVU guy was such a sweetheart!? He even shared his Raspberry Lemon cake. :)

Late night with the lawyer

Ok so apparently I forgot to hit publish post this morning because my post isn't there. What can I say, I was tired. But this is what it said:

I went to see McCoy last night. He promised to have the Yankees game on if I would come over. (Isn't that cute?) He was listening to the Fab Four and "Hard Days Night" was the song that was playing when I arrived. I wonder if he was trying to tell me something with that or if it was just a coincidence? Anyway, he apologized for not having much time lately but the cases were backed up. I told him not to worry about and we should just enjoy the time we had because who knew when we would get to see each other again. He agreed. We listened to the music and watched the game. (Thanks to Mr. Giambi the Yankees won!) Then he fell asleep so I left. I felt better afterwards, I guess I just needed some attention. I am ready to face the day and looking forward to my lunch plans.

I almost forgot, today is A-Rod's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!

Calgon take me away...

Whew, what a day. I stayed busy from the time I went in until the time I left. It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly sickening people can be. How could someone run over a woman pushing a baby carriage? It is looking like it was intentional which means whoever it was KNOWS there was a baby in the carriage. You would think after all these years certain things wouldn't affect me as much, but they do. I really need to think about a career change.

Side notes:
Marty-Hang in there buddy, hopefully things will get better soon.
Elliot- See above
Mike- Listening to Munch? You'll never learn, will you?
Liv-When the time is right you'll know.

One of those moods...

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way that I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But -- there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box

I can't lie
I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able
To give you something
Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back
Ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere

I went by to see the baby last night. As expected he was adorable. Liv looked tired but that was expected too. I remember how it was when my sister first had a baby. Sleepless nights, crying for no reason...and that wasn't even the baby. When her kids were little I swear they were allergic to silk because everytime I had a silk shirt on they got sick on me.
It was nice to get out and visit with Eli, Liv, and Elliot. I had to go to the store first and pick up some ice cream since I didn't have any at the house to take with me. I surprised Elliot by getting that nasty Birthday Cake flavor...yuck...I also got them a box of Ding-Dongs. It was a good time.

Do you ever feel like you just don't belong anywhere? Like you're just going through the motions and nothing you do really matters? That is how I've felt lately and I'm not sure why. It's not like something happened to bring these feelings on. I just woke up one day and felt like that. I was hoping it would pass but so far it seems to be getting worse instead of better. There I go being all whiney again. Maybe I'll snap out of it soon. In the meantime, I am going over to see the baby.

McCoy in action

Someone was kind enough to send me some pictures. Maybe he won't care if I post them.

I think I'm melting. Do you remember the ending of "Raider's of the Lost Ark" when they opened up the Ark? All those guys faces melted, THAT'S how my face feels when I'm outside. My computer had a heat stroke or something because it's has not been co-operating with me lately. I wanted to put up a cool picture of Johnny Depp but that won't be happening today! Nothing much has been going on I just thought I would put up a short note so everyone would know I am still here.

An email I received:

REAL STORIES SUBMITTED BY DOCTORS
> >
> >
> > 1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to
> > have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff,
> > rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and
> > began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed
> > that there were several cabs and I was in the wrong one.
> > Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Antonio, TX.
> >
> >
> > 2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope
> > on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's
> > anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed.
> > "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient.
> > Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle, WA
> >
> >
> > 3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I
> > told a wife that her husband had died of a massive
> > myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later,
> > I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that
> > he had died of a "massive internal fart."
> > Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg
> >
> > 4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment
> > with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor,
> > that he was having trouble with one of his medications.
> > "Which one?" I asked. "The patch, the nurse told me to
> > put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out
> > of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered
> > what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty
> > patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal
> > of the old patch before applying a new one.
> > Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk, VA
> >
> > 5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked,
> > "How long have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete
> > confusion she answered..."Why, not for about twenty years -
> > when my husband was alive."
> > Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson, Corvallis, OR
> >
> > 6. I was caring for a woman and asked, "So how's your
> > breakfast this morning?" "It's very good, except for
> > the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the
> > taste" the patient replied. I then asked to see the
> > jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."
> > Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI
> >
> > 7. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room when a
> > young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker
> > Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing
> > strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined
> > that the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was
> > scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was
> > completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff
> > noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and
> > above it there was a tattoo that read, "Keep off the
> > grass." Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon
> > wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which
> > said, "Sorry, had to mow the lawn."
> > Submitted by RN no name
> >
> > AND FINALLY!!!................
> >
> > 8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB, I was
> > quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams.
> > To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a
> > habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon
> > whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out
> > laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from
> > my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?"
> > She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was,
> > "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener".
> > Dr. wouldn't submit his name

Funny thing

Someone sent me this so I thought I would share:



WHY WE SPLIT UP...

She told me we couldn't afford beer at $25.00 a case anymore and I'd

have to quit drinking.



Then I caught her spending $65.00 on make-up, and I asked her

how come I had to give up stuff and she didn't. She said she

needed the make-up to look pretty for me.



I told her that's what the beer was for.



I don't think she's coming back.....

Just in case anyone was wondering: It is hard to maintain a relationship when both parties work all the time. Well HE works all the time, I just work about 98% of the time. I suppose I should just be grateful for the time we do have together. Just cherish it and quit whining.
Can you believe they let Logan get by with that fake holiday? I mean really, a slurpee holiday on 7-11? That is just...Actually it's pretty ingenius, wish I would have thought of it.
Elliot-You know I'm always up for a Stabler adventure. So if you are in need of, what did you call it, hyphenated fun? You can call me. Especially if I'm supposed to be working.

Not in the mood to get into any details of my life this week, but I wanted to post something so I just did a couple of these silly things:

Your Love Number is 2

Of all the numbers, you are the most caring and empathetic lover. Unselfish and humble, you find it easy to forgive your sweetie's mistakes. At times, your need to please can be come a bit too needy. As long as you remain somewhat independent, your relationships are perfectly balanced.

What Is Your Love Number?

Your Bunny Look Is

Knee High Bunny Socks

What's Your Bunny Look?

Hope everyone had a nice 4th. You can go here to see how what I did for part of the holiday.

To whom it concerns:

Hello,
I will be gone for a few days.
Hope every one has a happy fourth. Have fun and stay safe!