tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85620947836744674772012-01-31T16:40:44.122-05:00because i'm in charge, at least part of the time...Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-32535417575457454932012-01-31T16:40:00.003-05:002012-01-31T16:40:44.125-05:00

going to give it a week before i discuss it with my parents...but my brother...who i have now disowned, is disgraceful.  he is 34 years old, has never left home, can't hold a job to save his life, is rude to our parents and, when angry, is rude to everyone else... called him on it last night, because the Queen's daughter, his niece, can read all the nasty stuff he was posting...just reminded

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-77026613311245514662012-01-27T23:05:00.000-05:002012-01-27T23:05:34.809-05:00

Lady Eileen Guinevere Pennington of York comes by her name somewhat honestly.  Of Course, the York comes from her Cap'n Alix Dyke, but, Lady Pennington does indeed lay claim to her 'royal' title.  oh..but if you really knew Guin...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-81249289561547528492012-01-08T19:13:00.000-05:002012-01-08T19:13:53.906-05:00

The Good Cap'n will be handling matters on her ship much more, which means i will have more free time...(just have to figure out how to remove various stains from the wood) and may be writing more.  we'll see how it goes...MBN did manage to acquire for the Queen a lovely Nook...so that has been keeping me occupied...She claims selfish reasons...when she's messing with the rigging, she can't be

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-9247884682453281542012-01-07T00:01:00.000-05:002012-01-07T00:01:00.692-05:00

and is wishing Her Cap'n a Very Beautiful Natal Day!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-58546342817967744092011-09-26T19:39:00.000-04:002011-09-26T19:39:26.134-04:00

There has been a Changing of the Guard... And while the Old Guard was ineffectual, at best...the New Guard is unknown.  The Queen is preparing for minor Skirmishes...and hopes the New Guard can contain the One Who Wants to Rule.  Plus, the Queen is preparing to move herself, Th' Cap'n, the Young Squire, 2 cats, 1 parrot and 6 fish to her new abode.  The lovely old Mansion has become quite

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-55150358203900371602011-08-19T10:42:00.001-04:002011-08-19T10:42:03.548-04:00

that's all.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11041617435642971142011-07-02T21:59:00.000-04:002011-07-02T21:59:35.439-04:00

i just wish the half truths would stop. 

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-59498467504484374612011-07-02T20:55:00.000-04:002011-07-02T20:55:00.511-04:00

this little bundle is Nekoichi...The Cap'n and I have rescued her from the clutches of evil seamonkeys who wanted to teach her their nefarious ways (banana flan is NOT good for babies).

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-44869844767614637222011-07-02T20:42:00.000-04:002011-07-02T21:31:47.583-04:00

lies don't smell any sweeter covered in bullshit.  think carefully before stretching the thin fabric of what little truths are being told....once ripped...the disgusting scent of the utter decay that was hidden within that thin fabric takes over all.... really is a simple concept...if you are telling tall tales in order to keep something...then you are most assuredly not the proper owner of what

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-21079573987480572082011-03-11T10:42:00.000-05:002011-03-11T10:42:31.499-05:00

Yesterday, the Cap'n and I said goodbye to the Cat.  I, unfortunately, had to go serve coffee to the unwashed masses, but the Cap'n was home for her final moments and rocked her until she fell into her permanent sleep.  It's been really hard these last few days.  We didn't take her to the vet because she wasn't in any pain, but we were.  watching her as she stopped eating, and watching her

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-28120365165898538432011-02-05T22:21:00.000-05:002011-02-05T22:21:27.046-05:00

ok..so the most important part of my life is good. but now, i just need a break...i need my car to run and i need to quit getting hit with unexpected expenses.  it's gonna kill me.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-39564254586512606862011-01-31T20:04:00.002-05:002011-01-31T20:04:32.697-05:00

haven't been keeping up with my poor lil castle here on the web.  gonna have to sweep and dust!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-47657594526992066002010-12-09T00:46:00.000-05:002010-12-09T00:46:23.029-05:00

well..after work tonight, i head to Kroger to pick up some juice and yogurt...it's 11pm at night, and i'm minding my own business... now..laying the groundwork... the Kroger i went to is in the same area where i work.  a little bit more upper-class in some regards ( ie..lots of money to spend) but definitely has some redneck tendencies. while i'm browsing an aisle..i'm approached by a

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-55559331020462699262010-10-19T23:36:00.000-04:002010-10-19T23:36:34.270-04:00

we went to the local huge pumpkin farm on sunday...had caramel apples (sans nuts, thanks) and walked around all the goofy stuff.  cool country store...and the restaurant smelled divine...but since we didn't make reservations...no food for us. we also traveled to the Falls of the Ohio and searched for fossils.  tons of stuff..trees, fish scales, etc..were visible in the rocks.  it was pretty darn

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-32452861255310213532010-10-16T22:21:00.000-04:002010-10-16T22:21:11.526-04:00

with The Cap'n.  ok. mebbe not exactly... but it's a pleasant enough daydream... in the meantime, i'm going to update my Coffee Mistress status... and i'm going to have The Cap'n keelhaul a couple of coffee drips. oh..i'm laughing.  :) for those who 'knew' me at the old coffee port...i used to sing tons... here..at this port...i sing only for a select 2 to 3 people.  and my song of choice.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-14467359439975924682010-10-12T03:47:00.000-04:002010-10-12T03:47:07.805-04:00

curse or blessing?  a curtsy to you.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-45366124738668980082010-10-10T21:13:00.000-04:002010-10-10T21:13:51.008-04:00

just makes one think.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-62448977977648902042010-10-06T13:31:00.000-04:002010-10-06T13:31:15.376-04:00

there lived a woman who was, supposedly, at her drunkest,  more real than she is now.  she would admit what needed to be admitted..but needed the alcohol to loosen the ties that bound her.  then she became sober.  ultimately, that is the best thing that can be achieved..to live without a crutch..but, she chose to continue living the lies that drove her there instead of facing the truth head on...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-59307259121125145432010-10-04T17:01:00.000-04:002010-10-04T17:01:57.396-04:00

the area is finally cooling down...it's been awfully chilly here in the morning.  MBN and I got back from camping yesterday, avoiding the madness of the St. James Art Fair.  Frickin' eh..i know the damn thing has been here for 50 years...but it's too big.....and it compromises parking for about 12 blocks, couple hundred RESIDENTS for 4 days.   i had to work friday, and when i came home, i had to

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-15570824562230501682010-09-25T17:56:00.000-04:002010-09-25T17:56:41.752-04:00

a bit excited to go to the Ohio Ren Faire tomorrow!  I'll be dressed up in my Finest Gown, and will be on the Arm of Th' Cap'n!  oh..and there may well be a zombie there too...go say hello to Vincent!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-73086426475013735102010-09-24T13:22:00.002-04:002010-09-24T13:22:23.419-04:00

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-59308474281079863992010-09-22T12:58:00.001-04:002010-09-22T13:04:19.084-04:00

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-22424981961145259222010-09-21T11:17:00.000-04:002010-09-21T11:17:52.059-04:00

that i have geek tendencies. and while i always loved the site, Cake Wrecks.... i completely love her EpBot site.. and today she posted this Complete and utter mind suck

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-15713809849090843192010-09-20T22:15:00.000-04:002010-09-20T22:15:59.240-04:00

and make me want to snuggle away with my MBN and a cuppa the Pyrat XO... or..well..ok...sweet tea vodka, for me. or Bailey's.. or (and i know y'all are scratching your heads at this), even a bottle of beer. yes..i said it..beer. hmmmmmmmm..ya know? i think i saw a bottle of Calgon at the local street vendor...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-62918720627680086642010-09-20T12:39:00.001-04:002010-09-20T12:39:17.502-04:00

Hmmmmm

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-63537259921722414872010-09-19T05:23:00.000-04:002010-09-19T05:23:44.738-04:00

MBN and I watched a great movie last night called the Julie/Julia Project. It was fun and we went and read over some of the original blog. has me thinking...yes it does...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11541305428482958372010-09-16T19:14:00.000-04:002010-09-16T19:14:25.373-04:00

for the Cap'n herself has returned. A curtsy to you, my Cap'n!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-2945244485455686172010-09-15T23:57:00.000-04:002010-09-15T23:57:40.443-04:00

i am going to keelhaul someone (as MBN would say in her 'other' voice). just want to know why i'm being punished, eh? why am i NOT allowed to discipline my child, and if that means she is returned to her father because i am unable to discipline her without a fight, then so be it. i will not put up with an 11-year-old calling the shots. so, waiting to see if said child writes the email

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-166017866474292632010-09-14T14:08:00.001-04:002010-09-14T14:08:21.655-04:00

People have heads in their asses.

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-54035229282421663202010-09-10T10:17:00.002-04:002010-09-10T10:26:17.943-04:00

why it bothers me? why does the fact that my very briefly-former store manager hates me because i'm gay leave such a sour taste in my mouth? does it truly matter? no, it doesn't. but it truly does bother me. well..actually, several things bother me. one..the person who shared with me the comment hasn't responded when i asked if she'd be willing to talk to compliance about this...because

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-77797325092803715282010-08-19T10:47:00.000-04:002010-08-19T10:47:12.506-04:00

just grrrrrrrrrrrrr and i'm not sure what to do about it. just wish it was all acceptable. but it's not. and that's what tears me.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-47858295571794487442010-08-09T18:48:00.000-04:002010-08-09T18:48:52.446-04:00

but no... i really believe i am done... finished with customer service. well...i'm finished with people in general. let's go there. yes. ok..all you morons who insist on turning with signals, especially in areas where I'M trying to turn...a frickin pox on you. how hard is it really? just hit your signal post and the little light goes tick tick tick tick...you are now being legal, smart and

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-39959785804021566602010-07-29T22:18:00.000-04:002010-07-29T22:18:46.662-04:00

This Fair Lady and Her Cap'n miss you. Come play. talk. sit a spell and sip sweet tea, or Pyrat XO or what ever you so wish.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-68420286835094247992010-07-25T17:56:00.000-04:002010-07-25T17:56:28.444-04:00

contemplating my life at Starbucks...seems every time i end up working with the store manager..i'm being corrected on something. He's prolly not meaning it the way i'm taking it, but gah..i've worked for the company for nearly 7 years...i would hope i have some sense of how to do my job. Thing is..the stuff i'm being told to do or not do..i don't know if they're district requirements, which

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11373476758197301662010-06-27T19:50:00.000-04:002010-06-27T19:50:59.722-04:00

absolutely fantastic relaxing at home with MBN.  we've gone out a coupla times, driving out to the Lake, attending a ball game, walking around Downtown...but i enjoy being at home with Her.  very much. we're settling more into a routine, though i have to make sure i get to bed earlier.  LOL  next weekend is my weekend for the Kid...which means 20 hours or so on the road friday thru sunday...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-55812041736479080832010-06-19T21:59:00.000-04:002010-06-19T21:59:59.822-04:00

one week under my belt at the new job.  1 and 1/2 weeks now living in L'vlle.  les' just say there are some non standards practices being followed in the store...and apparently the whole frickin' district.  but since the whole district does it...apparently..so will i...but grrrr... my store, which is an actual cafe store, with walls, doors and windows..may actually be considered a kiosk by

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-67467342440869692022010-06-10T18:04:00.000-04:002010-06-10T18:04:39.910-04:00

i'm home...finally home. and i'm happy. i love Her so much. we're busy trying to get my stuff smooshed into her stuff...and she's been an incredibly strong, calm person throughout the move...even when i was getting grumpy with the heat, the rain, the frickin' bruises (you should see my right arm...ummm..yeah...it's pretty and only gonna get prettier). the Kid is good...i talked to her for a

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-69429147539770175262010-06-05T17:06:00.000-04:002010-06-05T17:06:37.761-04:00

for the last time today... yahoo! it was a hot mess. but now i'm finished and oh so close to being with Her.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11604290491775415092010-06-03T00:32:00.000-04:002010-06-03T00:32:18.840-04:00

i come back to the store today to hear all kinds of interesting things...some that made me extremely sad..but in a detached sorta way..some that made me very angry..in a i wanna slap someone upside their flippin head sorta way. lessee..sad but detached...the lil girl has lost her job.  in the end, love and support from what amounted to 1) just a coworker and 2) another adult (meaning grown up in

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-41369103217510761122010-06-01T14:46:00.000-04:002010-06-01T14:46:25.124-04:00

why i have to go back tonight?  dammit.  i don't want to work my final week at the old place.  i just want to finish my packing, and get down here.  but it's ok.  i leave Her tonight...and come back to get Her on Sunday.  it will be beautiful.  lol got a lot on my mind in other areas as well.  wondering what all is gonna happen with several people i have time and energy invested in.  one in 

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-72347587362387043592010-05-31T21:27:00.002-04:002010-05-31T21:27:26.613-04:00

and i will be living in my new home.  i love her. 

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-74537997367152745682010-05-30T12:50:00.000-04:002010-05-30T12:50:52.486-04:00

ya.  i'm doing it.  just over one week away from moving in with Her.  4 to5 hours...260 miles away from my home.  LOL  met the manager and several employees of the new store i'll be working at...very nice..some things will be similar..but many things won't.  one...it's not a drive thru store...which is all i have ever worked in.. so no more headsets.  yay!!! but it does just as much if not more

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-79261762647801204952010-05-27T11:41:00.001-04:002010-05-27T11:41:04.812-04:00

Will be interesting to move from my hometown. Have never lived anywhere else. I'm a bit frightened, but it will be good. Looking forward to starting in a new store. Different people I don't know. New customers. Best part of it, though, is I will be with Her!

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-73051433153820927672010-05-27T00:13:00.000-04:002010-05-27T00:13:30.535-04:00

k...here i am, sitting on my bed..wondering how the hell i'm gonna get it all packed.  ok..well..not so much how..but, dang... lessee...i've got 6 opened boxes...waiting on laundry and other sundries...i've a suitcase with some clothes..a laundry basket with a sleeping bag, and a duffel bag filled with shoes and a bunch of hangers...i have the flower girl dress that the Kid wore several years

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-12954201015994363882010-05-26T01:15:00.000-04:002010-05-26T01:15:50.227-04:00

omg...it is finally happening. i will be traveling in less than two weeks...moving to a new city, a new state.  moving with MBN. the Kid is already doing her own stuff and for our last Tuesday night together, has decided she would rather go to a ballgame with her cousins.  ok.  lol  so be it. dang. it finally all happened...and the last major obstacle..the ex...is finally bowing.  thank

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-90240012046876852442010-05-18T05:12:00.000-04:002010-05-18T05:12:47.881-04:00

it may be finally happening. and oh boy am i nervous. but it's about damn time. 

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-81858572961080251022010-05-04T13:00:00.000-04:002010-05-04T13:00:44.143-04:00

come on..one more idiot... hmmm it's funny to me, the customers sometimes.  the ones who speak to us like we're idiots..and yet, i'm pretty sure i'm better educated.  oh wait.  i'm being rude.  i'm MUCH more polite than that.  just because i'm in a service job, doesn't mean i'm the dregs of society.  let's think about what would happen if all service jobs disappeared, hmm? outside of coffee,

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-73128079552888441012010-04-28T23:04:00.000-04:002010-04-28T23:04:53.993-04:00

well..no..actually i can multitask when i need to..i just don't want to.  I will be 38 years old in about 6 weeks.  Not too terribly far away.  I don't always feel my age.  I know i act younger or older depending on the situation.  I know right now I am reverting to an unsure and scared child.  And all I want is peace in my life.  I want to be with the Woman i love.  I want to be able to see my

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-51130787305896225732010-04-12T00:49:00.000-04:002010-04-12T00:49:17.088-04:00

she likes me in glasses. well. i dunno what to do about that. just floored me. :)

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-38535471636811112662010-04-07T21:58:00.001-04:002010-04-07T21:58:54.448-04:00

once i tie down my head. and quit worrying.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-21034202917278392010-04-06T02:54:00.002-04:002010-04-06T02:54:53.984-04:00

completed a year in which i first physically met MBN. and it's been a crazy year. sometimes stupid, sometimes stressful, but mostly amazing. and i'm quietly happy that we've survived it together. I love her. very much so.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-28970752936325664232010-03-26T21:25:00.000-04:002010-03-26T21:25:29.610-04:00

i am a full-fledged bitch...but i finally may be getting some actual 'boss' stuff done at work. took my pal leaving in order for it to happen...but yeah. gonna have the higher-up take care of the problems that have been ongoing problems. stuff that i couldn't take care of and my previous boss apparently wouldn't. but then again, she didn't want to be a bitch to anyone..whereas i got the

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-73917418139451032182010-03-23T23:12:00.000-04:002010-03-23T23:12:51.232-04:00

i wanted to sit back, sip something slowly, allow the warmth to spread through me.  i have a lot on my mind, and unfortunately, am doing the same 'wait until the last minute' crap.  i just want everything finished, and me happily in Her arms. i'm apparently much more upset by my friends leaving than i thought.  i am going to go to my store tomorrow, and sit for a bit..because i won't work with

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-21741878333622174232010-03-17T10:05:00.000-04:002010-03-17T10:05:13.427-04:00

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-22616452433661388692010-03-09T01:45:00.001-05:002010-03-09T01:45:21.497-05:00

Evilness abounds in River City tonight!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-77323593413637478272010-03-04T14:53:00.000-05:002010-03-04T14:53:44.054-05:00

i've been finally getting everything in order that i need to take care of myself.  and ensure my happiness, as well as MBN's and the child.  wish me luck, y'all.  The Queen's been making ch ch ch changes!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-1685888577231437452010-03-02T23:23:00.000-05:002010-03-02T23:23:27.674-05:00

seems that it will make me happier to pretend that sometimes, inconsequential beings in my life can be eradicated with a swat of a newspaper.  so the newspaper's been swatted, the fly is dead.  MBN and I are continuing to enjoy each other very much.  seems we are a great fit and will continue to be..

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-59315589406001829542010-03-02T01:34:00.000-05:002010-03-02T01:34:12.969-05:00

bullshit. on a ton of stuff. dunno why one thinks she can disrespect... hmmm and waiting for the chips to fall at work.  gonna be interesting to say the least.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-19243793222064497122010-03-01T21:48:00.001-05:002010-03-01T21:48:24.305-05:00

*rubbing hands together, gleefully, evilly* don't screw with the Queen. The consequences will not be what one wishes.

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-85336418528049854602010-02-27T07:35:00.001-05:002010-02-27T07:35:36.463-05:00

It's gonna be one of those days....

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-55715413924044082102010-02-25T21:49:00.001-05:002010-02-25T21:49:47.998-05:00

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. - Confucius

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-5616258077277399412010-02-25T15:22:00.001-05:002010-02-25T15:22:20.577-05:00

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Judy Garland

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-4619669388196700492010-02-25T00:16:00.000-05:002010-02-25T00:16:39.466-05:00

that i can be categorized as emotionally unstable because someone based my piss and moan blog as my whole persona.  hmmm. coupla ya know more about me than this here writing tablet.  y'all can verify that yes, i'm unstable, just not emotionally.  i'm here.  if someone has a problem with ME.  I am Here.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11683975582879214372010-02-24T20:39:00.001-05:002010-02-24T20:39:06.933-05:00

A man is usually more careful of his money than of his principles.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., speech, Boston, 8 January 1897

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-15738178036735297982010-02-23T21:50:00.000-05:002010-02-23T21:50:00.637-05:00

just sayin.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-52751429535726493892010-02-22T12:43:00.001-05:002010-02-22T12:43:12.699-05:00

Gotten to know this stretch of highway very well. My pitstop of choice is like a home away from my homes. Helps break the monotony of the long, lonely stretch of the pavement beneath my wheels. What happens in the next few months will determine if my relationship with this road will continue in its frequency.

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-71627025324113552672010-02-22T12:34:00.001-05:002010-02-22T12:34:55.069-05:00

Onward

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11136236086766470182010-02-18T22:18:00.001-05:002010-02-18T23:33:49.851-05:00

monkeys are only amusing pets for so long.  then they forget themselves and cause more problems.  and eventually monkeys are sent to rehab animal shelters to live out their remaining years. as for one particular Monkey.... for s'posedly being well-educated, you sure aren't very smart. don't let the cage door catch your tail, Monkey.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-13690642510965154512010-02-17T22:59:00.002-05:002010-02-17T22:59:13.933-05:00

the world keeps spinning and life keeps changing. must go with the flow and not drown in the rough waters. eventually everything smooths out and the water cradles rather than crashes...

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-26474370603172356982010-02-17T11:46:00.000-05:002010-02-17T11:46:35.671-05:00

my life will be changing rapidly once again....and i'm not sure i can handle it.  oh my god first...i want to beat someone...completely smack the hell outta her....but i can't...and i won't say anything because she won't even admit i exist.  dumbass. and yes...she makes me snarky.  very very snarky. grrr and i hadn't slept monday night..not until tuesday about 10am.  and then only a couple

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-68420326807033977142010-02-16T03:43:00.001-05:002010-02-16T03:43:25.173-05:00

is all i have to say.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-28402928986107649582010-02-14T15:55:00.000-05:002010-02-14T15:55:52.946-05:00

i agree.  in my case, my thoughts are a mixture of words, pictures, sounds, colors and feelings.  and even though i can come close when i write it, because i can force myself to focus and slow down and take the time to make sure i'm saying what i truly want out in the world, it's still not exactly what's inside of me. i hope, truly hope, the important people in my life know what they mean to me,

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-91724249762017783692010-02-08T12:03:00.000-05:002010-02-08T12:03:00.569-05:00

i'm waiting patiently for MBN to return home from work...and i currently have a parrot on my shoulder. he and i have listened to several songs off the internet and he's busy chirping at me.  lol think i have a new pet!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-6903482388922832992010-02-03T00:21:00.002-05:002010-02-03T00:21:58.694-05:00

wealth is NOT the ability to go out and buy the latest fashions, the newest cars, the fancy houses. wealth is knowing that you are ok every day, that someone loves you for you, that you are healthy, and enjoying day to day pleasures. wealth is NOT money, though for some, it may seem so. the maxim is true, money does not buy happiness (though it does buy a lot of toys), happiness comes from

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-43165155186081980782010-01-28T22:51:00.000-05:002010-01-28T22:51:33.298-05:00

but ima prolly sleep early tomorrow night, if i make it home for the forecasted snow.  sigh.  hate snow. anyway. tomorrow will be 2 weeks. 2. ya, made it!  whoo hoo!  and the only time i really thought about smoking this week was actually today..when my lunch break was interrupted 5 times by coworkers, including when i was on the phone with my Honey. really don't care if i'm the manager on

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-36169371778012051352010-01-28T02:37:00.000-05:002010-01-28T02:37:07.924-05:00

was going to write a bitter post about vexing people and their cowardice in dealing with me.. but i won't. what i will write is the fact that i'm enjoying the fact that MLN introduced me to HULU and i've been watching a great show from about 6 years ago. it's called Dead Like Me and so far it's very addicting. and it's also very straight-forward in dealing with life.. is what it is..don't

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-8903332556852925152010-01-26T23:09:00.000-05:002010-01-26T23:09:07.587-05:00

anymore surprises?  really? i'm extremely tired. how many more bills am i going to receive and why the fuck did my company change insurance????

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-23349797007950904992010-01-24T13:35:00.000-05:002010-01-24T13:35:35.733-05:00

just an update. still not smoking. :)

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-30141323438385677542010-01-21T22:30:00.001-05:002010-01-21T22:30:09.189-05:00

almost a full week of no cigarettes... though the last two were awfully hard.  just the habitual thing. don't need the nicotine. just the inhale. LOL

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-57880728055733200202010-01-20T21:36:00.000-05:002010-01-20T21:36:32.611-05:00

the little girl did share her bad news with me. and not surprising...her decision to do nothing. she will be dead within 10 years.  and all i can do is mourn the brain that got wasted.  and pull myself back. she will not hurt me anymore.  i will not let her. in the end, i'm too much of a mother for her..and she wants oh so badly to be a grown up. too bad she fucked it up.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-11037017859852106262010-01-20T00:35:00.000-05:002010-01-20T00:35:37.904-05:00

prolly should put one Ninja in each Girl Scout troop.  as the particular Ninja i know has managed to subtly infiltrate my daughter's troop..or at least her own personal psyche for the selling of Girl Scout Cookies.  sigh.  i'm pretty sure i'm outnumbered.   LMAO my daughter cackled as she hands me the phone and says 'i really like her, Mom'.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ as for the other stuff. sigh.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-47784668984327047232010-01-19T01:41:00.000-05:002010-01-19T01:41:04.096-05:00

a little girl.  well, i guess not so little.  she'll be nineteen in less than a month.  she's a hard case.  i love her.  i've loved her from nearly the minute we met at work.  she was a first-class smart aleck and we just developed a big sister/little sister relationship. she's living on the edge.  risky relationships.  drug use.  living hard and fast and too damn smart to be doing so.  she had

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-23532709320256566072010-01-17T17:48:00.002-05:002010-01-17T17:51:15.245-05:00

easy enough so far. ok, that's actually bullshit...i can and have gone a coupla days without smoking...the test will be tomorrow at work. and what boys i have to work with...and how cranky i get.wish them luck.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-73949901335882281782010-01-16T15:53:00.000-05:002010-01-16T15:54:33.006-05:00

just over 24 hours.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-60507892880860209552010-01-15T21:19:00.003-05:002010-01-15T21:20:53.629-05:00

to banish the nicotine devil.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-47619632421456928232010-01-10T01:13:00.003-05:002010-01-10T01:15:47.224-05:00

what it is...through reading others...it seems that when we come out, we come out. new things, different things. tattoos in particular. why? what is so liberating about a tattoo? because the moment i decided to sit down in the chair and have my foot punctured...was the moment i knew i began my new life. any ideas?and Camlin?! like yours a lot!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-46007599748484269172010-01-01T01:50:00.003-05:002010-01-01T01:59:17.116-05:00

that tears at the beginning of a new year do not necessarily foretell bad things.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-85508478574105477342009-12-22T03:29:00.003-05:002009-12-22T03:34:23.111-05:00

i swear, y'all..the Lady in me is gonna disappear completely if one more goon yells at me because he/she/it ordered the WRONG frickin drink and yet expect me to read his/her/its mind and get the damn thing correct.do i look like a mind reader? ok..right now i have better than average skills of assessing whether someone's gonna cause me grief...but as far as a drink? no. and i'm grumpy..because

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-5286588125661553642009-12-10T22:37:00.000-05:002009-12-10T22:38:58.104-05:00

now.or ima snap.very cold...inside and out.very exhausted, mentally.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-12268473013265569752009-12-01T21:13:00.001-05:002009-12-01T21:13:56.824-05:00

Winter SongSara Bareilles | MySpace Music Videos

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-29240955102813428322009-11-27T22:56:00.001-05:002009-11-27T22:56:22.222-05:00

just sitting with her.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-39629936048909246062009-11-23T12:58:00.001-05:002009-11-23T12:58:51.659-05:00

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-68842651196566742882009-11-11T21:12:00.002-05:002009-11-11T21:18:28.690-05:00

in some things...not so much. in other things...terrified.i need to look for a job. but even if our economy wasn't tanked. i would be scared outta my wits. and i admit it freely. hate interviewing. hate trying to sound intelligent (and dammit..i am...i just hate being put on the spot). hate trying to convince people that i'm a trainable monkey and can do the job they want. i just don't want

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-17841180730212199772009-11-04T12:23:00.001-05:002009-11-04T12:23:53.087-05:00

too much hate in the world.too much.

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-15857797744210259492009-11-02T15:25:00.002-05:002009-11-02T15:28:36.310-05:00

getting away from work for a super long weekend, and spending all this time with my special lady. i have to head home tomorrow, sigh...and i'm not looking forward to returning to work..but it will be okay..because it has to.Camlin did a reading for me, and i appreciate it. Not knowing me personally, she did a great job and hit many things right on the head. i still have a lot swirling in my

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-17335325122431325732009-10-26T11:48:00.002-04:002009-10-26T11:50:01.643-04:00

sweet tea out on the porch?this one is taking a "vacation". getting away from work and visiting a friend. and oh my. it will be absolutely delicious to not have to wake up at 3:30 in the morning for several days! y'all have a happy halloween..don't get tricked too many times and try to treat yourself to some wonderful memories!

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-50250505266939851612009-10-22T20:55:00.002-04:002009-10-22T21:09:37.647-04:00

still trying to figure out who i am and how i matter to the world. not sure exactly..and maybe i don't need to matter to the world, itself...but to the "world" i inhabit on a daily basis.dunno. sometimes i have to say i don't care. and for the record. the coffee master is ready to leave the grind.i was never a subservient person. i sometimes consider myself a second..based on personality..

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-39352378237896826992009-10-18T12:10:00.000-04:002009-10-18T12:12:03.282-04:00

rearing its ugly head. LMAOok..not so ugly...but playing a game with her. giggling.and right now, she's currently winning. and dang it. i wanna be in the lead. ;)don't wanna be in the lead on too much...but wanna kick her butt from here to there on the game! hahahahahah

Eileen Penningtonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-2722005539434923172009-10-13T02:40:00.000-04:002009-10-13T02:40:57.073-04:00

i hate my job. truly hate it. used to love it. but unless things change and improve, that loving feeling is prolly not coming back. sigh. wanna conk some noggins together..really really really hard. mebbe get a tazer. the mix of personalities in the store is not a good one right now. and people are tired. and getting very verbose about their pissiness. and i don't blame them. and i let

eileen penningtonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562094783674467477.post-45222836966474296152009-10-09T22:38:00.000-04:002009-10-09T22:38:40.598-04:00

this to continue. just sayin'. while it's not settling into routine..it is settling into something good. and that is fine by me. like good things. yes i do. and through all of this... i think i may have found myself. not that i was lost, exactly? but more on that later.

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