Ok, so that title is lame, but I'm feeling lame today so whatever. I am also feeling slightly psycho, so bear with me. This blog is going to be all over the place. So is my life, so it works. But it also makes me out to be a crazy person...but I kind of am, so yeah...shutting up now and moving on. I'll let you decide for yourselves whether or not you should still be my friend/loyal reader, or perhaps distance yourself for fear of catching some of the crazy.
So I've been thinking about time a lot lately. And how sometimes I really wish I had a life rewind button and other times a fast forward one. Today is especially interesting to me because today is the day I came home from Wyoming exactly a year ago. It is absolutely INSANE to me how much happens in a year. One year and everything is different. But at the same time, one year later and so much is the same. It's weird. I don't know if anything else is baffled by change, but it throws me every time. I know I should be used to it by now, but I still am just like, wtf is going on here? And by here, I mean my life. My own life baffles me and I would love to figure it out, but I don't think that is happening anytime soon. Like I said, sometimes I wish I could rewind it so I could go back and revisit happy times. Not that I want to go back and re-live the past...I just want to visit and be really happy again. Because I am not super happy right now. But I think I will be in the future sometime and that is why I want a fast-forward button. Just to by pass all this nonsense and get to the good stuff. However, if anything, I am so glad to be out of Wyoming. So yay for a year separating me and that atrocity.
Also crazy how much changes in a week, or even a day. Just this past weekend I was a sad little ball of pathetic-ness and here I am three days later with a new outlook on life. My problem is that when something bad happens, I freak out and let it ruin my life (temporarily), which includes lots of crying and moping and not eating. Then I eat something, actually get off the couch and life is SO much better. I just let myself forget that everything is going to be ok and nothing is really that bad and I need to shut up and get up. So, readers, next time you hear of me being sad, someone please give me a reality slap, tell me to shut up and force me to eat something and take a walk.
Something random: On facebook the other day (I know, I spend way to much time on there, but I'm addicted and extremely bored at work), I sign on to see" __________ ________ [names extracted to not embarrass people] took the which mighty woman of the Bible are you most like? quiz. Seriously. I seriously signed on to facebook and saw this. And then I died laughing. Facebook is out.of.control. Those quizzes are crazy and how in the world I ended up being facebook friends with someone that would even take such a thing, I don't know. So of course, I decided to take it. I am Deborah. I'm not going to lie, I have no idea who that even is. I thought for sure I was going to be the Virgin Mary, but I was wrong. Here is my little description: "You aren't afraid to speak your mind. You know what you want, and go for it. You are motivated, and you revel in personal victories. You are wise in many ways, and you know well, and trust the God you serve. You are courageous, and can look fear in the face. You are a victor."
Kind of accurate? I guess...I don't know. I feel like such a heathen. Plus I couldn't really answer the questions very honestly because they were things like, "What bible verse do you most relate to?" And since I don't really read the bible, I had to just pick randomly. There was another one, "At a milk n' cookies party, what would you be doing?" Now, I have never been to a milk and cookies party, so I just replaced milk and cookies with fraternity and put me down as "laughing and have a great time!" So I guess that works. The answers were almost as ridiculous as the questions. Do yourself a favor and take the quiz. Then let me know which mighty woman you are and we can be cool and have a discussion or something. Or maybe someone out there can tell me who Deborah is and I'll decide how I feel about her.
Now that I have covered all the crazy bases, I'm going to shut up. Work is almost over (yay!..and yes, I write this at work instead of doing productive things) and I have a soccer game tonight. Gotta get in the zone. Go team Hitt. (Still don't know what Hitt is).
Later dudes.
24 September 2008
19 September 2008
Smile, though your heart is aching
So my mom always told me that even when you're really sad, it's best just to pretend that you're happy and fine because eventually you actually will be happy and fine. So that is what I'm going to do. I am only going to share my good news, even though I am not happy nor fine...actually quite the opposite. But moving on. (And, dear readers, don't be too worried...it's just a broken heart. I'll live.)
Moving on, I don't think I shared, but I pretty much got the best sponsor ever for me and JC's U18 soccer team. Ready for it??? Drummmmrooollll......CHIC-FIL-A! YAY! Seriously, how awesome is that? That means we get free food AND a spot on the wall by the bathroom. Bascially, I'm going to be famous, via Chic-Fil-A. Also, our shirts are red, which is my fave color. Only problem is that they give the coaches XL shirts, so it's pretty much a dress on me and I look like an idiot wearing it. And that's irritating because now I have three, nonwearable t-shirts. Our U13 team is Hitt and I have no idea what or who that even is. I know there is a website on our shirts, but I have yet to check it out. And who really cares anyways, because our other team is Chic-Fil-A and that is awesome. Also, our poor little U13 team lost 9-0 at our first game on Monday and it was a diaster. One kid was crying. He played goalie first half and got about 7 goals scored on him. And, as a retired keeper, I know how much that shit sucks. So I feel for him. We switched keepers in the second half and only 2 goals were scored, so that just added insult to injury.
More good news...we got cable! YAY! And don't worry, I took full advantage of it yesterday by watching TV for like, 5 hours straight. Whoa, I know, sad, but I have to make up for lost time. We also got internet, but I couldn't get it to work on my computer. Hopefully we'll get the wireless up and running sometime soon. One step at a time. Isn't that right Jordin?
Hmmm...other good news. There is a possibility I will be getting health benefits here at the pee farm in the near future. Promises have been made before, but fingers crossed that something actually happens this time.
Well, that is about it. I am going to spend the rest of the day smiling really hard. Because maybe tomorrow the sun will come shining through for me.
Moving on, I don't think I shared, but I pretty much got the best sponsor ever for me and JC's U18 soccer team. Ready for it??? Drummmmrooollll......CHIC-FIL-A! YAY! Seriously, how awesome is that? That means we get free food AND a spot on the wall by the bathroom. Bascially, I'm going to be famous, via Chic-Fil-A. Also, our shirts are red, which is my fave color. Only problem is that they give the coaches XL shirts, so it's pretty much a dress on me and I look like an idiot wearing it. And that's irritating because now I have three, nonwearable t-shirts. Our U13 team is Hitt and I have no idea what or who that even is. I know there is a website on our shirts, but I have yet to check it out. And who really cares anyways, because our other team is Chic-Fil-A and that is awesome. Also, our poor little U13 team lost 9-0 at our first game on Monday and it was a diaster. One kid was crying. He played goalie first half and got about 7 goals scored on him. And, as a retired keeper, I know how much that shit sucks. So I feel for him. We switched keepers in the second half and only 2 goals were scored, so that just added insult to injury.
More good news...we got cable! YAY! And don't worry, I took full advantage of it yesterday by watching TV for like, 5 hours straight. Whoa, I know, sad, but I have to make up for lost time. We also got internet, but I couldn't get it to work on my computer. Hopefully we'll get the wireless up and running sometime soon. One step at a time. Isn't that right Jordin?
Hmmm...other good news. There is a possibility I will be getting health benefits here at the pee farm in the near future. Promises have been made before, but fingers crossed that something actually happens this time.
Well, that is about it. I am going to spend the rest of the day smiling really hard. Because maybe tomorrow the sun will come shining through for me.
17 September 2008
You Got Tagged
By you, I mean me. So here ya go, enjoy....
A - Attached or Single? Single. Unrequited love is such a bitch
B - Best friend(s): I have a lot. The real ones are who read this thing.
C - Cake or pie? Hm, depends on what kind. But once I had this dessert in Italy that was one of the best things I've ever had and I'm pretty sure it was pie...so I would have to go with that.
D - Drink of choice? Water...cream soda if I'm feeling special
E - Essential item: the internet, my car
F - Favorite color: Big fan of red
G - Gummi bears or worms? They taste the same.
H - Hometown: Charleston, SC (even though I was born in Jacksonville, FL)
I - Indulgence: TV and food
J - January or February? January. Valentine's Day is stupid
K - Kids: ...are dumb
L - Life, for me, is incomplete without: Dancing, laughing, and randomness....I agree with Sarah. Add sleeping
M - Marriage date: Sept. 21st. But not this coming up one. Or any one in the near future...that is just the day so I can play the song at my wedding and then celebrate with it every year.
N - Number of siblings: 1 brother, 1 sister, 1 step-brother and 2 step-sisters.
O - Oranges or Apples? Apples, red delicious...the crispy ones. Mushy apples are gross.
P - Phobia/Fears: becoming extremely fat...like to the point of not being able move around. Also getting sad and never being able to get happy again.
Q - Favorite quote: "Keep laughing, even when you are under stress." Jerman Disasa
R - Reasons to smile: Going to the beach after work, my friends, new shoes
S - Season: spring and fall.
T - Tag Ten: hahaha. like 10 people read this blog. I'm tagging anyone that does...get back to me.
U - Unknown fact about me: I really want to be famous
V - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals? HAHAHA. Is that the best you could come up with for V? Who made this? Biased much? Opressor of animals and I'm not ashamed.
W - Worst habit: overthinking everything, crying, and being super critical
X - X-rays or Ultrasounds: I had an ultrasound once and it was not fun, so probably X-rays
Y - Your favorite foods: Oh my. Sushi, crepes, french fries, the list goes on forever.
Z - Zodiac: Leo. And sometimes I think that stuff is really on point. Scary.
Also, people, just a heads up. This girl is down in the dumps. Feel free to send some love my way. More later.
A - Attached or Single? Single. Unrequited love is such a bitch
B - Best friend(s): I have a lot. The real ones are who read this thing.
C - Cake or pie? Hm, depends on what kind. But once I had this dessert in Italy that was one of the best things I've ever had and I'm pretty sure it was pie...so I would have to go with that.
D - Drink of choice? Water...cream soda if I'm feeling special
E - Essential item: the internet, my car
F - Favorite color: Big fan of red
G - Gummi bears or worms? They taste the same.
H - Hometown: Charleston, SC (even though I was born in Jacksonville, FL)
I - Indulgence: TV and food
J - January or February? January. Valentine's Day is stupid
K - Kids: ...are dumb
L - Life, for me, is incomplete without: Dancing, laughing, and randomness....I agree with Sarah. Add sleeping
M - Marriage date: Sept. 21st. But not this coming up one. Or any one in the near future...that is just the day so I can play the song at my wedding and then celebrate with it every year.
N - Number of siblings: 1 brother, 1 sister, 1 step-brother and 2 step-sisters.
O - Oranges or Apples? Apples, red delicious...the crispy ones. Mushy apples are gross.
P - Phobia/Fears: becoming extremely fat...like to the point of not being able move around. Also getting sad and never being able to get happy again.
Q - Favorite quote: "Keep laughing, even when you are under stress." Jerman Disasa
R - Reasons to smile: Going to the beach after work, my friends, new shoes
S - Season: spring and fall.
T - Tag Ten: hahaha. like 10 people read this blog. I'm tagging anyone that does...get back to me.
U - Unknown fact about me: I really want to be famous
V - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals? HAHAHA. Is that the best you could come up with for V? Who made this? Biased much? Opressor of animals and I'm not ashamed.
W - Worst habit: overthinking everything, crying, and being super critical
X - X-rays or Ultrasounds: I had an ultrasound once and it was not fun, so probably X-rays
Y - Your favorite foods: Oh my. Sushi, crepes, french fries, the list goes on forever.
Z - Zodiac: Leo. And sometimes I think that stuff is really on point. Scary.
Also, people, just a heads up. This girl is down in the dumps. Feel free to send some love my way. More later.
11 September 2008
shiny happy jacky
Alright people, I've calmed down a bit since yesterday. Whew, thank goodness...heads are no longer going to roll. And, you're probably thinking..Whoa! What is this treat?! Two posts in a ROW! That's right folks, today is your LUCKY DAY! Thank your lucky stars and say an extra thank you prayer tonight because this is no joke.
I mainly just wanted everyone to see this new website I found because it is awesome and hilarious. More ways to entertain myself at work! YAY! Here is the link: http://www.wwtdd.com/
And here is an exerpt from one of my favorite posts, from the Jessica Simpson site:
"If you’re reading this somewhere other than the United States today, you should know that today is our birthday. The US has been awesome for 232 years now, and so today all of us bad ass motherfuckin Americans will celebrate by putting our hot chicks in bikinis and shooting fireworks at each other. The point being, things will probably be kind of slow today, so my condolences if you’re bored. Also, my condolences if you're not American. I read in the bible that if god didn’t make you American, it’s because he hates you, so you’re kind of screwed."
hahahahaha! That last line is the best. Another fave is when he is talking about Britney Spears (who is a big fucking moron, btw) and says, "She's a modern day Solomon, people often say." OH MY. So funny. I just love me some sarcasm. And my VERY favorite line (Hm, maybe you should just look at the site instead of me re posting everything on here. Whatev, here it is...)..."What Would Tyler Durden Do" is a blog focused on bringing you the latest gossip and news about rich and famous celebrities. And then making fun of them. Why? Because fuck them, that's why."
Because fuck them, that's why. I LOVE IT. Mainly because I freakin HATE celebrities and how fucking retarded they are and how they are a huge waste of space and especially a HUGE waste of money. But no more ranting about them. I am shiny happy jacky today.
I am especially happy because I'm going to Atlanta this weekend and I am super pumped! I am also pumped because it is currently almost 5:00 which means I get to GO HOME! YAY! And we have soccer practice today, which gives me something to do, also making happy. Even though I will probably get a thousand more bug bites to add to my million current bug bites on my legs...oh well.
And we still haven't found a third roommate, but we're also not dwelling on it because shiny happy jacky does not do things like that. Even though that girl can still suck it. The US department of immigration can also suck it...but that's a whole new story.
I would also like to say that the new facebook is the stupidest thing ever. It makes it a lot harder to follow and it really just looks stupid. Who is making these decisions at fb? We need to have a chat.
And lastly, did I ever share that a woman at work threatened to slap me? It was pretty funny. She didn't want to give up her hair because it was "all natural." Which was a lie because she was most obviously wearing a wig. And then after she got kicked out for threatening physical violence, she asked if her eyebrows would be enough hair to send out. Seriously? You are willing to shave off your EYEBROWS but not willing to give up a tiny bit of hair? WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE?! Crazy crazy.
Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I gave up on reading Catch-22. Unless anyone can make a compelling argument for me to finish it, I won't be picking it back up.
Thank you. That is all. Godspeed.
I mainly just wanted everyone to see this new website I found because it is awesome and hilarious. More ways to entertain myself at work! YAY! Here is the link: http://www.wwtdd.com/
And here is an exerpt from one of my favorite posts, from the Jessica Simpson site:
"If you’re reading this somewhere other than the United States today, you should know that today is our birthday. The US has been awesome for 232 years now, and so today all of us bad ass motherfuckin Americans will celebrate by putting our hot chicks in bikinis and shooting fireworks at each other. The point being, things will probably be kind of slow today, so my condolences if you’re bored. Also, my condolences if you're not American. I read in the bible that if god didn’t make you American, it’s because he hates you, so you’re kind of screwed."
hahahahaha! That last line is the best. Another fave is when he is talking about Britney Spears (who is a big fucking moron, btw) and says, "She's a modern day Solomon, people often say." OH MY. So funny. I just love me some sarcasm. And my VERY favorite line (Hm, maybe you should just look at the site instead of me re posting everything on here. Whatev, here it is...)..."What Would Tyler Durden Do" is a blog focused on bringing you the latest gossip and news about rich and famous celebrities. And then making fun of them. Why? Because fuck them, that's why."
Because fuck them, that's why. I LOVE IT. Mainly because I freakin HATE celebrities and how fucking retarded they are and how they are a huge waste of space and especially a HUGE waste of money. But no more ranting about them. I am shiny happy jacky today.
I am especially happy because I'm going to Atlanta this weekend and I am super pumped! I am also pumped because it is currently almost 5:00 which means I get to GO HOME! YAY! And we have soccer practice today, which gives me something to do, also making happy. Even though I will probably get a thousand more bug bites to add to my million current bug bites on my legs...oh well.
And we still haven't found a third roommate, but we're also not dwelling on it because shiny happy jacky does not do things like that. Even though that girl can still suck it. The US department of immigration can also suck it...but that's a whole new story.
I would also like to say that the new facebook is the stupidest thing ever. It makes it a lot harder to follow and it really just looks stupid. Who is making these decisions at fb? We need to have a chat.
And lastly, did I ever share that a woman at work threatened to slap me? It was pretty funny. She didn't want to give up her hair because it was "all natural." Which was a lie because she was most obviously wearing a wig. And then after she got kicked out for threatening physical violence, she asked if her eyebrows would be enough hair to send out. Seriously? You are willing to shave off your EYEBROWS but not willing to give up a tiny bit of hair? WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE?! Crazy crazy.
Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I gave up on reading Catch-22. Unless anyone can make a compelling argument for me to finish it, I won't be picking it back up.
Thank you. That is all. Godspeed.
09 September 2008
GRRRRR
People, I am PISSED. And, very similar to last weekend...it's over something somewhat minor that I probably should not be so angry about. Of course, I blow it up in my head and come up with all these reasons as to why I am entitled to be very very angry. But in all reality, I should probably take a chill pill. I am all over the place right now, so bear with me..but, I really think something is wrong with me. It is possibly the birth control I'm on...it's new and I think there is a very real chance it is making me crazy. I'm going to try and switch soon. Other than being INSANE with anger these days, I have also been crazy hungry like, ALL the time. It's actually pretty annoying. I eat. A lot. And still I feel like I am never satisfied. It's really very strange...since just a few weeks ago I would eat like, half a sandwich and feel super full. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I don't know. I also have to pee constantly. I realize these are not life threatening symptoms...but they are rather annoying and I would like to get back to my regular, only crazy every now and then life. Oh yeah, and I'm super tired pretty much all the time, even after sleeping for the recommended 7-8 hours. Don't make no sense.
But anyways, here is why I'm angry: Stupid buttface girl that we interviewed as a potential roommate has now backed out on us and we are back to square one. And yes, I realize this kind of thing happens all the time and I need to get over it but I've taken it personally. And this is why I think there is something wrong with me. I should probably shrug my shoulders, say her loss and get the fuck over it. But I just can't let it go. I am super angry towards her right now. I also REALLY REALLY don't want to go back to the drawing board to figure out who is going to move in. Honestly, if it could just be me and Liz...that would be awesome. Expensive..but awesome. Then I could make the third room my office/study/whatever else I feel like doing in there. And I don't need either of those things since I don't bring work home or study for anything...but it would be nice to feel important and rich enough to have such a room. But, that is not happening so we HAVE to find a third person and right now our only options are bagpipes boy and random boy we can't actually meet because he is in PA. DAMMIT.
Oh, and I was mad this weekend because it was supposed to be Tropical Storm weather, but instead it was freaking beautiful. I know, and it's like, wtf jacky, why are you mad? But that really just started it off. I was slightly irritated because I had all these rainy day plans and then they got all F-ed up with the nice weather, but I still had to do them but really I just wanted to go to the beach. Then my nose ring fell down the sink and I had to buy this weird one from Claires...just having to go to Claires actually was annoying. And I also spent the day fabric shopping with my mom and that made me want to hurt someone. She and I do not have the same taste in decorating and she thinks everything I suggest is stupid and will look ugly. She also thinks she is an expert...which she kind of is since that was her job for a while..but whatever. I felt bad though because and my step dad were being nice and helpful...but I really just wanted to go to the damn beach. Not reupholster a silk screen.
I need to move on. I have things to look forward to. Dinner with someone awesome on Friday. A weekend with people I love. And, this is far off..but I'm going to see "WICKED" next month! SO PUMPED! I've already seen it once, but I am just as stoked about seeing it again. It's wicked awesome people...you should see it too.
Also, we had soccer practice again yesterday and it actually went kind of well. I don't have any idea what I'm doing, but I think I do a pretty good job of faking it. Except there was this one kid that was super annoying and I kept telling him to be quiet and I wouldn't let him be goalie because he kept asking. So yeah, then after practice JC tells me he is slightly autistic. He forgot to mention that after speaking with his dad. So JC was off coaching our other team and I was being mean to the autistic child. I SUCK. Things that would have been helpful to know YESTERDAY (The Wedding Singer? Am I right here? I'm bad with movie quotes).
So I'm going to try and just get over myself...but be advised not to send bad news my way or I might break something. Like your face. You have been warned.
Later dudes.
But anyways, here is why I'm angry: Stupid buttface girl that we interviewed as a potential roommate has now backed out on us and we are back to square one. And yes, I realize this kind of thing happens all the time and I need to get over it but I've taken it personally. And this is why I think there is something wrong with me. I should probably shrug my shoulders, say her loss and get the fuck over it. But I just can't let it go. I am super angry towards her right now. I also REALLY REALLY don't want to go back to the drawing board to figure out who is going to move in. Honestly, if it could just be me and Liz...that would be awesome. Expensive..but awesome. Then I could make the third room my office/study/whatever else I feel like doing in there. And I don't need either of those things since I don't bring work home or study for anything...but it would be nice to feel important and rich enough to have such a room. But, that is not happening so we HAVE to find a third person and right now our only options are bagpipes boy and random boy we can't actually meet because he is in PA. DAMMIT.
Oh, and I was mad this weekend because it was supposed to be Tropical Storm weather, but instead it was freaking beautiful. I know, and it's like, wtf jacky, why are you mad? But that really just started it off. I was slightly irritated because I had all these rainy day plans and then they got all F-ed up with the nice weather, but I still had to do them but really I just wanted to go to the beach. Then my nose ring fell down the sink and I had to buy this weird one from Claires...just having to go to Claires actually was annoying. And I also spent the day fabric shopping with my mom and that made me want to hurt someone. She and I do not have the same taste in decorating and she thinks everything I suggest is stupid and will look ugly. She also thinks she is an expert...which she kind of is since that was her job for a while..but whatever. I felt bad though because and my step dad were being nice and helpful...but I really just wanted to go to the damn beach. Not reupholster a silk screen.
I need to move on. I have things to look forward to. Dinner with someone awesome on Friday. A weekend with people I love. And, this is far off..but I'm going to see "WICKED" next month! SO PUMPED! I've already seen it once, but I am just as stoked about seeing it again. It's wicked awesome people...you should see it too.
Also, we had soccer practice again yesterday and it actually went kind of well. I don't have any idea what I'm doing, but I think I do a pretty good job of faking it. Except there was this one kid that was super annoying and I kept telling him to be quiet and I wouldn't let him be goalie because he kept asking. So yeah, then after practice JC tells me he is slightly autistic. He forgot to mention that after speaking with his dad. So JC was off coaching our other team and I was being mean to the autistic child. I SUCK. Things that would have been helpful to know YESTERDAY (The Wedding Singer? Am I right here? I'm bad with movie quotes).
So I'm going to try and just get over myself...but be advised not to send bad news my way or I might break something. Like your face. You have been warned.
Later dudes.
03 September 2008
Lame
What?! Has it really been since August 20 since my last post? So sorry dear readers...but really, it's because nothing interesting has been going on. It's really quite sad. I wish I had something fun and exciting to report...but I got nothing. So I guess I'll ramble about nothing since I'm pretty good at it.
Oh, in case you were worried...my sister is going to move into the house. Actually, she already has. Last night was night two of the sister move-in and so far, so good. She was a little pushy when we went grocery shopping, as well as about me cleaning up, but I think I set her straight. I was super tired, so I was not really in the mood for shopping or cleaning, even though she clearly was. Also, for some reason, she is now under the impression that we should do all our grocery shopping together and have joint meals all the time...but I just don't think that is going to work. I am too lazy to cook all the time and we don't really have the same tastes. We are still in the process of looking for a third roomie. We have talked to a few people and are going to make a decision by Friday. I'm a little nervous cause you never know what you're going to get when you let a perfect stranger move into your house, so we'll see. I am excited though because now the house looks nicer (and cleaner!) AND we are getting cable and internet! Hooray! I will finally be connected the outside world once again. And I'll be able to write this from home and not from work, where I don't think my creative jucies really flow freely.
Hurricane Hanna is headed this way. Get your windows boarded up people, and head for the hills. Honestly, and I'm going to straight to hell for this, but I kind of hope it hits. Not because I want to see Charleston destroyed or flooded, but beacuse it would mean another 3 day weekend! And, a three day work wee! And how fabulous would that be?! Super fabulous. I know, I know..that is awful of me..but I'm really sick of working and I am not sick of weekends, so it would be a perfect trade-off. Fingers crossed for Hanna. Maybe just a small Hanna...not a big, scary Hanna. We don't need a Hugo repeat.
I had a bunch of other stuff ready that I was going to ramble about, but I've forgotten what the topics were, so I think I'll just shut up instead.
Later dudes.
Oh, in case you were worried...my sister is going to move into the house. Actually, she already has. Last night was night two of the sister move-in and so far, so good. She was a little pushy when we went grocery shopping, as well as about me cleaning up, but I think I set her straight. I was super tired, so I was not really in the mood for shopping or cleaning, even though she clearly was. Also, for some reason, she is now under the impression that we should do all our grocery shopping together and have joint meals all the time...but I just don't think that is going to work. I am too lazy to cook all the time and we don't really have the same tastes. We are still in the process of looking for a third roomie. We have talked to a few people and are going to make a decision by Friday. I'm a little nervous cause you never know what you're going to get when you let a perfect stranger move into your house, so we'll see. I am excited though because now the house looks nicer (and cleaner!) AND we are getting cable and internet! Hooray! I will finally be connected the outside world once again. And I'll be able to write this from home and not from work, where I don't think my creative jucies really flow freely.
Hurricane Hanna is headed this way. Get your windows boarded up people, and head for the hills. Honestly, and I'm going to straight to hell for this, but I kind of hope it hits. Not because I want to see Charleston destroyed or flooded, but beacuse it would mean another 3 day weekend! And, a three day work wee! And how fabulous would that be?! Super fabulous. I know, I know..that is awful of me..but I'm really sick of working and I am not sick of weekends, so it would be a perfect trade-off. Fingers crossed for Hanna. Maybe just a small Hanna...not a big, scary Hanna. We don't need a Hugo repeat.
I had a bunch of other stuff ready that I was going to ramble about, but I've forgotten what the topics were, so I think I'll just shut up instead.
Later dudes.
21 August 2008
Satiny Smooth
Oh me, oh my. Lots has happened since my last post. Lots of not so fabulous things, sadly. My life is slowly but surely unraveling at the seams and I am spinning off into the unknown. Ok, so not quite that dramatic..but things have been sucking pretty bad lately. But there is a bright spot in all of this that ties the title in (oh my, look at all that awesome alliteration!), so just wait. I am going to complain first and then I'll get to the good stuff. That is how I roll..I want to end on a good note.
Ok, so first off-work is kind of sucking lately. It's been really slow and I hate when it's slow because I get bored. There are only so many internet sites I can look at before I go crazy. Besides, I get fussed at for being on the internet and not working...but if it's slow, there is nothing to do but look at the internet. A horrible catch-22 (I'm reading that book right now) if you ask me. There are only so many times I can clean the office and re-organize the back room. I also don't like getting fussed at. It seriously pisses me off...and it's especially frustrating when it's my dad...then it gets super personal. But I will say that things are slightly better now that we hired some people to help me out. Me not having to do all the testing is wonderful...now I just get to yell at the crazies and don't actually have to deal with them the whole time. And having people say, "let me ask/get my manager," and then coming to ME is pretty awesome.
Next up, the housing sitch (that is short for situation, fyi). The house was pretty much going fabulously, short of some minor issues involving a dirty kitchen and an extremely dirty bathroom. It is (was) great because I'm not on the lease, I like and trust my roommates (even if they are dirty), it's a great location, and it's super cheap. Problem comes in last week when my roomies inform me that they are moving back in with their parents (they are brothers) to save money. Which is fine...only they want to leave by the end of the month. Which, last week was 2 weeks...and is now just a week and a half away. This puts me in a difficult situation. I really really REALLY don't want to move. Like I said, great location and there is no way I'm going to find somewhere this great for this price. So now what? I don't really want to find new roomies off craigslist because that is sketchy. I seriously don't want to move back home...even though that would make the most sense because I would save money. But, I would also probably kill someone. So you have to consider that. There is a possibility that my sister could move in...but that could prove to be horrible since sometimes I want to punch her in the face. She gets aggravating. So, what to do? I still haven't really figured it out. I am kind of avoiding it because I get frustrated...but that is really stupid of me since my time to make a decision is running out. So, dear readers, if you or anyone you know would like to relocate to the fabulous Mt. Pleasant (only 10 minutes to the beach!) for an extremely low price, let me know! I gotta figure this shit out!
Ugh. So that sucks and has been weighing me down lately. BUT-now for the good/funny news. I went to Atlanta this weekend and had a very fabulous time. I got taken out to a fancy restaurant for my birthday and then got to go salsa dancing. The combo of good food and dancing is fabulous since it is two of my favorite things...it got even better when we went home and....went to sleep! My first love. I also got to see people I love and miss a lot, so that was also nice. So here is where the title comes in. Silly boy(hopefully you know who I'm talking about) is moving into a new house and needs new sheets. Boy goes to Ross (good choice!) to purchase some nice sheets at a nice price. Can't go wrong with Ross, right? WRONG. Boy comes home with SATIN sheets. Seriously. Who buys satin sheets? Oh wait, it gets better. Boy buys TWO sets of them! One in black, and one in a lovely copper color. Oh, still gets better. Guess who makes these folds of satiny goodness. Ralph Lauren? No.... Tommy Hilfiger? Nope! Drum roll....Playboy! Yay, so now, sleeping in these black, satin, Playboy sheets, I feel like a whore. And I also feel very hot and clammy because satin sheets do not breathe or absorb moisture AT ALL. It just traps it there beneath the comforter, allowing you to roast while sleeping. Also, if you move your head slightly, your pillow goes flying off the bed because everything is so slippery. The only fun part is seeing how far you can make things slide...like cell phones.
So, that's all. It was a fun/funny weekend and I had to come back home to my lame/uncertain life and it sucked a lot. So I'm planning another trip to Atlanta very soon. Mainly so I can sleep in the sheets again, I'm not going to lie. You know you're jealous. Visit your neighborhood Ross...maybe you can buy a set of your very own!
Ciao people.
Ok, so first off-work is kind of sucking lately. It's been really slow and I hate when it's slow because I get bored. There are only so many internet sites I can look at before I go crazy. Besides, I get fussed at for being on the internet and not working...but if it's slow, there is nothing to do but look at the internet. A horrible catch-22 (I'm reading that book right now) if you ask me. There are only so many times I can clean the office and re-organize the back room. I also don't like getting fussed at. It seriously pisses me off...and it's especially frustrating when it's my dad...then it gets super personal. But I will say that things are slightly better now that we hired some people to help me out. Me not having to do all the testing is wonderful...now I just get to yell at the crazies and don't actually have to deal with them the whole time. And having people say, "let me ask/get my manager," and then coming to ME is pretty awesome.
Next up, the housing sitch (that is short for situation, fyi). The house was pretty much going fabulously, short of some minor issues involving a dirty kitchen and an extremely dirty bathroom. It is (was) great because I'm not on the lease, I like and trust my roommates (even if they are dirty), it's a great location, and it's super cheap. Problem comes in last week when my roomies inform me that they are moving back in with their parents (they are brothers) to save money. Which is fine...only they want to leave by the end of the month. Which, last week was 2 weeks...and is now just a week and a half away. This puts me in a difficult situation. I really really REALLY don't want to move. Like I said, great location and there is no way I'm going to find somewhere this great for this price. So now what? I don't really want to find new roomies off craigslist because that is sketchy. I seriously don't want to move back home...even though that would make the most sense because I would save money. But, I would also probably kill someone. So you have to consider that. There is a possibility that my sister could move in...but that could prove to be horrible since sometimes I want to punch her in the face. She gets aggravating. So, what to do? I still haven't really figured it out. I am kind of avoiding it because I get frustrated...but that is really stupid of me since my time to make a decision is running out. So, dear readers, if you or anyone you know would like to relocate to the fabulous Mt. Pleasant (only 10 minutes to the beach!) for an extremely low price, let me know! I gotta figure this shit out!
Ugh. So that sucks and has been weighing me down lately. BUT-now for the good/funny news. I went to Atlanta this weekend and had a very fabulous time. I got taken out to a fancy restaurant for my birthday and then got to go salsa dancing. The combo of good food and dancing is fabulous since it is two of my favorite things...it got even better when we went home and....went to sleep! My first love. I also got to see people I love and miss a lot, so that was also nice. So here is where the title comes in. Silly boy(hopefully you know who I'm talking about) is moving into a new house and needs new sheets. Boy goes to Ross (good choice!) to purchase some nice sheets at a nice price. Can't go wrong with Ross, right? WRONG. Boy comes home with SATIN sheets. Seriously. Who buys satin sheets? Oh wait, it gets better. Boy buys TWO sets of them! One in black, and one in a lovely copper color. Oh, still gets better. Guess who makes these folds of satiny goodness. Ralph Lauren? No.... Tommy Hilfiger? Nope! Drum roll....Playboy! Yay, so now, sleeping in these black, satin, Playboy sheets, I feel like a whore. And I also feel very hot and clammy because satin sheets do not breathe or absorb moisture AT ALL. It just traps it there beneath the comforter, allowing you to roast while sleeping. Also, if you move your head slightly, your pillow goes flying off the bed because everything is so slippery. The only fun part is seeing how far you can make things slide...like cell phones.
So, that's all. It was a fun/funny weekend and I had to come back home to my lame/uncertain life and it sucked a lot. So I'm planning another trip to Atlanta very soon. Mainly so I can sleep in the sheets again, I'm not going to lie. You know you're jealous. Visit your neighborhood Ross...maybe you can buy a set of your very own!
Ciao people.
14 August 2008
oh my my, oh hell yes
That is the first thing that popped in my head (the title). Doesn't really mean anything...in case you were wondering.
Man, I know it's been awhile beloved readers. And I apologize. But, nothing really exciting has been happening lately. Well, except for my awesome 80s party...which kicked ass. Seriously, I had a blast. Mainly because I was pretty drunk. But also because lots of my amazing friends came and we had a fabulous time. There was laughing, dancing, beer ponging...and then creepo at the end of the night. There were two random guys left at the end of the night that would not leave...even after everyone else had gone to bed. The only people were left were me, Katrina and Carter...and we didn't even know their names! We had to run off to bed to get them to leave. It was weird. But other than that freako...it was great fun.
So, other than that...life has been pretty same old, same old. We got two new workers at the pee farm. The girl is pretty cool..but the guy just started and he is kind of driving me crazy...and it's only been two days. He just doesn't seem to be catching on as quickly as I hoped. I'll keep you updated though. I'm hoping things will get better.
No more serious threats to get sued though. Just lots of crazy people with stupid and annoying questions and complaints. So, good times as always.
Hm, well I'm headed to Atlanta this weekend. So that should be fun. Sorry I'm so lame today, but I am just not feeling it right now. But I did want to put something out there so my devoted fans didn't get worried. I'll be back in full swing soon people...just you wait.
Ciao ciao :)
Man, I know it's been awhile beloved readers. And I apologize. But, nothing really exciting has been happening lately. Well, except for my awesome 80s party...which kicked ass. Seriously, I had a blast. Mainly because I was pretty drunk. But also because lots of my amazing friends came and we had a fabulous time. There was laughing, dancing, beer ponging...and then creepo at the end of the night. There were two random guys left at the end of the night that would not leave...even after everyone else had gone to bed. The only people were left were me, Katrina and Carter...and we didn't even know their names! We had to run off to bed to get them to leave. It was weird. But other than that freako...it was great fun.
So, other than that...life has been pretty same old, same old. We got two new workers at the pee farm. The girl is pretty cool..but the guy just started and he is kind of driving me crazy...and it's only been two days. He just doesn't seem to be catching on as quickly as I hoped. I'll keep you updated though. I'm hoping things will get better.
No more serious threats to get sued though. Just lots of crazy people with stupid and annoying questions and complaints. So, good times as always.
Hm, well I'm headed to Atlanta this weekend. So that should be fun. Sorry I'm so lame today, but I am just not feeling it right now. But I did want to put something out there so my devoted fans didn't get worried. I'll be back in full swing soon people...just you wait.
Ciao ciao :)
26 July 2008
All my life's a circle...
Hm, tear for the circle song(s). Both from Camp Cherokee where I went as a camper (and did a small stint as a counselor) and from Camp Greenville...where I was a counselor and we sang Joni Mitchell. Which was strange..but still good times. And they were two different songs, in case you were curious. Aw man, I miss camp. Pretty much my favorite times ever. Sigh.
So moving on, the circle song fits this blog because I feel like I have come full circle from when I first began. Because I have a crazy to talk about from the pee farm! Two actually! And that is why I (re)started the blog in the first place...to talk about the crazy/interesting people I encounter. But then they started tapering off, so I moved on to other random, ridiculous subjects. Also, I am back to looking for a job, which also had kind of tapered off but is not back in full force (still taking suggestions should my faithful readers have any).
Ok, so apparently the pee farm is going to get sued and we are all going to lose our jobs (as is everyone at DSS) by not one, but two people! I know! You ask, what on earth did you possibly do to screw up that bad that TWO people hate you and wish that you get fired. Well, obviously we are out to get them and deliberately messed up their test so they showed up positive INSTEAD of negative like they were supposed to because they...."never done did drugs in their WHOLE life." Hahaha, sound familiar? If you're a good reader, it will. If not, do some backtracking and get back to me. Also, these people have not only NEVER done the drugs but they HATE drugs. HATE EM! Would never touch or go near them and don't even hang out with people that do. So, how all that cocaine got into their system, I have no idea. But I guess I better figure out quick, or it'll cost me my job! Haha! Not really though, so don't get all anxious and concerned for me (as I know you were headed) because we don't even do the test here at the office, so if anything, those jerks at the laboratory are going down. In fact, as the crazy man put, "those people that do the test must be on crack cause I don't do no crack." So yeah, watch out lab tester, people are on to you. And while the man was amusing, the crazy woman was even better. She was fired up, let me tell you! And she was not pleased with me or Brad (my coworker) because we were "lying on her" and didn't want her to get her daughter back. I'm like, ok, first off lady, all I do is report the results...I don't test the hair or just arbitrarily decide whether or not people are positive...I just send the results that are sent to me. Secondly, I have no knowledge of why you're involved with DSS, so I didn't know, nor do I care whether or not you get your daughter back. And I hate to be rude, but the way this lady was acting, she didn't need to be any one's mama. And if she wasn't on drugs like she insisted, then she needed some other kind of help because she was acting some kind of crazy. Also, she peed all over the floor. Seriously. Who does that? And, my personal favorite...she accused Brad of lying to her and telling her that the hair test took 2 weeks to come back when it really only takes 2-3 days. And that doesn't make any damn sense because a.) Brad knows it only takes 2-3 days and wouldn't say it took 2 weeks b.) I'M the one that did her hair test, so I would have been talking to her about it and c.) what the hell difference would it make anyways? Two weeks later, she still would have been positive. Also, she called her case worker and was like, bitching her out and going on and on about how she was going to get her fired and all this and then at the end she's like..."God bless you. Have a blessed day. Bye." So funny.
All in all, people are crazy. It's funny. More to come later.
So moving on, the circle song fits this blog because I feel like I have come full circle from when I first began. Because I have a crazy to talk about from the pee farm! Two actually! And that is why I (re)started the blog in the first place...to talk about the crazy/interesting people I encounter. But then they started tapering off, so I moved on to other random, ridiculous subjects. Also, I am back to looking for a job, which also had kind of tapered off but is not back in full force (still taking suggestions should my faithful readers have any).
Ok, so apparently the pee farm is going to get sued and we are all going to lose our jobs (as is everyone at DSS) by not one, but two people! I know! You ask, what on earth did you possibly do to screw up that bad that TWO people hate you and wish that you get fired. Well, obviously we are out to get them and deliberately messed up their test so they showed up positive INSTEAD of negative like they were supposed to because they...."never done did drugs in their WHOLE life." Hahaha, sound familiar? If you're a good reader, it will. If not, do some backtracking and get back to me. Also, these people have not only NEVER done the drugs but they HATE drugs. HATE EM! Would never touch or go near them and don't even hang out with people that do. So, how all that cocaine got into their system, I have no idea. But I guess I better figure out quick, or it'll cost me my job! Haha! Not really though, so don't get all anxious and concerned for me (as I know you were headed) because we don't even do the test here at the office, so if anything, those jerks at the laboratory are going down. In fact, as the crazy man put, "those people that do the test must be on crack cause I don't do no crack." So yeah, watch out lab tester, people are on to you. And while the man was amusing, the crazy woman was even better. She was fired up, let me tell you! And she was not pleased with me or Brad (my coworker) because we were "lying on her" and didn't want her to get her daughter back. I'm like, ok, first off lady, all I do is report the results...I don't test the hair or just arbitrarily decide whether or not people are positive...I just send the results that are sent to me. Secondly, I have no knowledge of why you're involved with DSS, so I didn't know, nor do I care whether or not you get your daughter back. And I hate to be rude, but the way this lady was acting, she didn't need to be any one's mama. And if she wasn't on drugs like she insisted, then she needed some other kind of help because she was acting some kind of crazy. Also, she peed all over the floor. Seriously. Who does that? And, my personal favorite...she accused Brad of lying to her and telling her that the hair test took 2 weeks to come back when it really only takes 2-3 days. And that doesn't make any damn sense because a.) Brad knows it only takes 2-3 days and wouldn't say it took 2 weeks b.) I'M the one that did her hair test, so I would have been talking to her about it and c.) what the hell difference would it make anyways? Two weeks later, she still would have been positive. Also, she called her case worker and was like, bitching her out and going on and on about how she was going to get her fired and all this and then at the end she's like..."God bless you. Have a blessed day. Bye." So funny.
All in all, people are crazy. It's funny. More to come later.
19 July 2008
A lot of brown bread is just white bread colored brown
Um, so I'm a retard and don't know how to upload the actual video to this thing, so here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMBXJ9I3pJM
Please enjoy.
Also, I don't believe that is how that woman makes bread. Her coat is way to heinous for her to score a man like that baking bread for her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMBXJ9I3pJM
Please enjoy.
Also, I don't believe that is how that woman makes bread. Her coat is way to heinous for her to score a man like that baking bread for her.
16 July 2008
I hope you go to fart and accidentally shit your pants instead
Oh goodness, how crude and disgusting is my title?! But seriously, I think my audience (of 2...possibly 3) will appreciate it. At least I hope they do, otherwise I'll be down to zero readers...how sad would that be? But just to be on the safe side, here is a disclaimer: This blog is slightly gross. Read no further should you have a weak stomach or would rather not think about bodily functions at this time. Scroll down to the stars and you will be spared. Thank you.
So anyways, Sarah's blog (http://sarah-hot.blogspot.com/) got me thinking about farts. And how I've always thought they were the funniest thing ever. And I mean ever. Sometimes, other things make me laugh really hard...but farting does it every time. Think about it. It's always funny. It's universal...two people that don't even speak the same langauge can laugh about a fart. Nothing is funnier. I mean, other stuff is funny...like falling. But, what if someone (or you) fell and farted at the same time? Hysterical! It never fails! I mean, I realize I am gross for laughing and I kind of fail at being a girl for thinking it's funny and not disgusting (seriously, Katrina hates me for it), but I just can't help it. I've always thought I was missing a few girl genes anyways. Not important ones like boobs or anything, don't worry. Just minor things like thinking burps and farts are funny, actually liking video games, and not wanting to have babies. Small potatoes.
The title of the blog refers to sharting, though. That is an entirely different matter. Again, I'm disgusting, but for some reason, this subject has been coming up a lot lately. Sharting, for anyone that doesn't know, is just what my title says. When you think you are going to fart and a little more comes out instead. It's actually not all that funny. Well, it's not funny until you have distanced yourself from the actual event, have had time to come to terms with it, and are comfortable enough to tell the story to someone else. I haven't really come to terms with my story yet...so I'm not going to share. I will say it was horrible though. I cried a little. I am hoping it never happens again. I have been told other people's stories, however, and those were funny. So I have hope that one day mine will be amusing as well. Not today. And as far as me wishing it upon someone else (like the title says), I didn't really say that to anyone. Rather, someone said it to me. I know, awful right?! But he was just kidding, no worries. It was the only line an email and to this day, it cracks me up. I've gotten some pretty awesome emails in my day (including ones with poetry from the fabulous Sarah), but that one remains my favorite.
So, in summary, yay farting, boo sharting.
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Ok, so this is the not gross portion of the blog. Not too much to report here, sadly. Had a terribly lame last week and weekend. Seriously, you might think your weekend was lame, but mine consisted of reading, sitting outside (by myself..not even at the beach), doing laundry, more reading, more laundry, and sitting at the beach with my grandparents, mom and stepdad, and uncles. No one under 40. I am so awesome. But whatever, because the next two weekends are going to be awesome and will hopefully make up for what this past one lacked.
Oh, and last night I got called a "perfect little bitch" by my uncle. I know, so nice right? Granted, I was being kind of bitchy..but he was still a little out of line. Esp since I wasn't even a bitch to him, I was a bitch to his partner. Who, instead of talking to me about the problem, decided to go upstairs and pout. I mean, how old are you? Right. So anyways, I felt bad because I kind of put a damper on my grandparents FIFTY SECOND wedding anniversary (more about that later), but I apologized so I think all is well. At least my grandparents seemed ok and I don't really care about the other two, so whatever. My mom decided to yell at me as well, but again, whatever. She'll get over herself. Also, I know I can be a bitch..but I am far from perfect. Come on now, let's at least be realistic.
But yeah, my grandparents have been married FIFTY TWO freakin years! How insane is that? Hm, I feel kind of bad about lumping this information in with farting and sharting, but what can you do? Anyways, I can't even begin to imagine being married to someone for that long. It's complete madness. I can't even imagine being that old! Or being married at all! And they are still kickin too....both of them are healthy and alert and live on their own. It's pretty awesome. And this is awesome too...this week, they are going to Texas to visit my grandmother's college roommate! I think that is so cool. I really hope Mary and I will be visiting each other when we are super old and have been married for a long ass time. Well, maybe she will...when I'm 75 I'll either not be married at all..or will have only been married for like, 25 years, haha.
Ok, I think I've covered enough random topics for one blog. Oh! One more thing: http://icedcocofashion.blogspot.com/
Yet another fabulously funny website to make fun of celebreties and the stupid ways they spend their money. (Thanks Kami!) Enjoy! :)
Ciaoooooo!
So anyways, Sarah's blog (http://sarah-hot.blogspot.com/) got me thinking about farts. And how I've always thought they were the funniest thing ever. And I mean ever. Sometimes, other things make me laugh really hard...but farting does it every time. Think about it. It's always funny. It's universal...two people that don't even speak the same langauge can laugh about a fart. Nothing is funnier. I mean, other stuff is funny...like falling. But, what if someone (or you) fell and farted at the same time? Hysterical! It never fails! I mean, I realize I am gross for laughing and I kind of fail at being a girl for thinking it's funny and not disgusting (seriously, Katrina hates me for it), but I just can't help it. I've always thought I was missing a few girl genes anyways. Not important ones like boobs or anything, don't worry. Just minor things like thinking burps and farts are funny, actually liking video games, and not wanting to have babies. Small potatoes.
The title of the blog refers to sharting, though. That is an entirely different matter. Again, I'm disgusting, but for some reason, this subject has been coming up a lot lately. Sharting, for anyone that doesn't know, is just what my title says. When you think you are going to fart and a little more comes out instead. It's actually not all that funny. Well, it's not funny until you have distanced yourself from the actual event, have had time to come to terms with it, and are comfortable enough to tell the story to someone else. I haven't really come to terms with my story yet...so I'm not going to share. I will say it was horrible though. I cried a little. I am hoping it never happens again. I have been told other people's stories, however, and those were funny. So I have hope that one day mine will be amusing as well. Not today. And as far as me wishing it upon someone else (like the title says), I didn't really say that to anyone. Rather, someone said it to me. I know, awful right?! But he was just kidding, no worries. It was the only line an email and to this day, it cracks me up. I've gotten some pretty awesome emails in my day (including ones with poetry from the fabulous Sarah), but that one remains my favorite.
So, in summary, yay farting, boo sharting.
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Ok, so this is the not gross portion of the blog. Not too much to report here, sadly. Had a terribly lame last week and weekend. Seriously, you might think your weekend was lame, but mine consisted of reading, sitting outside (by myself..not even at the beach), doing laundry, more reading, more laundry, and sitting at the beach with my grandparents, mom and stepdad, and uncles. No one under 40. I am so awesome. But whatever, because the next two weekends are going to be awesome and will hopefully make up for what this past one lacked.
Oh, and last night I got called a "perfect little bitch" by my uncle. I know, so nice right? Granted, I was being kind of bitchy..but he was still a little out of line. Esp since I wasn't even a bitch to him, I was a bitch to his partner. Who, instead of talking to me about the problem, decided to go upstairs and pout. I mean, how old are you? Right. So anyways, I felt bad because I kind of put a damper on my grandparents FIFTY SECOND wedding anniversary (more about that later), but I apologized so I think all is well. At least my grandparents seemed ok and I don't really care about the other two, so whatever. My mom decided to yell at me as well, but again, whatever. She'll get over herself. Also, I know I can be a bitch..but I am far from perfect. Come on now, let's at least be realistic.
But yeah, my grandparents have been married FIFTY TWO freakin years! How insane is that? Hm, I feel kind of bad about lumping this information in with farting and sharting, but what can you do? Anyways, I can't even begin to imagine being married to someone for that long. It's complete madness. I can't even imagine being that old! Or being married at all! And they are still kickin too....both of them are healthy and alert and live on their own. It's pretty awesome. And this is awesome too...this week, they are going to Texas to visit my grandmother's college roommate! I think that is so cool. I really hope Mary and I will be visiting each other when we are super old and have been married for a long ass time. Well, maybe she will...when I'm 75 I'll either not be married at all..or will have only been married for like, 25 years, haha.
Ok, I think I've covered enough random topics for one blog. Oh! One more thing: http://icedcocofashion.blogspot.com/
Yet another fabulously funny website to make fun of celebreties and the stupid ways they spend their money. (Thanks Kami!) Enjoy! :)
Ciaoooooo!
02 July 2008
My Bucket List
So, guess what I just watched...."The Bucket List!" Gee, how did you ever guess? Yeah, so I'm sure I'm just like every other person that saw that movie and then was like, hmmmm...I wonder what my bucket list would be. Honestly, other than travel anywhere and everywhere...I couldn't come up with very much stuff. I think I am already on the right track though. I read one once that was in a magazine and was geared towards women, and I had already done most of the stuff...get a tattoo, cut all your hair off, go skydiving, live in another country...check check check. There was other stuff too, but some of it was pretty lame. I did come up with a pretty lengthy list of places I want to visit, but I decided a bucket list can't all be about going places. I need stuff to do as well. So I also added "have a one night stand" and "go on a cruise." Yeah, I'm feeling pretty shallow these days apparently because I really couldn't come up with anything else. I also want to do the Peace Corps as well, so I guess that balances things out a little. Hm, I also think I want to get my writing published one day. So maybe my list isn't so bad after all. Anyone else have anything cool they want to do? I always steal other people's good ideas though, so keep them to yourself if you don't want it added on to my list as well. I have no shame when it comes to bucket list theft. I've never really had any goals for myself or my life...no direction really so I'm not that surprised that I have so few bucket list items. The ones in the movie were ok..but not really things I would want to do. Maybe drive a race car instead of a mustang or whatever, but everything else (kiss the most beautiful girl in the world) would not make my list.
Um, so in other news...I am back to working at the pee farm solo these days. So far, it really hasn't been that bad. I still hate testing people, but we haven't had any crazies or any especially rude people so I haven't lost it yet. Hopefully Wednesday and Thursday will go smoothly and I'll be set after that. We have Friday off and hopefully we will hire someone to start next week and I will pass all the testing on to someone else. We have been interviewing, and so far everyone seems nice and capable. One guy was way overdosed in cologne though, so that is not going to to work because I seriously couldn't breathe while he was in here. I was kind of hoping to hire a hottie, just to make things interesting, but I don't think that is going to happen since only about 4 guys have replied and like, 30 girls have. And they are all mainly older people and we all know I don't do older. Well, maybe we all didn't know that, but we do now.
Softball is going well. There is one girl I would really like to hit in the face, but she rarely shows up for games, so it's all good. When she does I just stick her in the outfield. We had a game yesterday and only had 4 girls show up at first (eventually 3 more came), but it's aggravating because I mean, if you sign your kid up for something, you need to make sure they participate! It's not that hard people! Actually, I wouldn't know, it probably is really hard to have kids and make sure they are where they are supposed to be at the right time. But, that is why I'm not having kids...way to much hassle.
Hm, well other than that, nothing exciting going on. I am super pumped about 4th of July fireworks though! Something to look forward too! And, planning the 80s birthday bash as well...I need to get started on that....
Ciaooooo :)
Um, so in other news...I am back to working at the pee farm solo these days. So far, it really hasn't been that bad. I still hate testing people, but we haven't had any crazies or any especially rude people so I haven't lost it yet. Hopefully Wednesday and Thursday will go smoothly and I'll be set after that. We have Friday off and hopefully we will hire someone to start next week and I will pass all the testing on to someone else. We have been interviewing, and so far everyone seems nice and capable. One guy was way overdosed in cologne though, so that is not going to to work because I seriously couldn't breathe while he was in here. I was kind of hoping to hire a hottie, just to make things interesting, but I don't think that is going to happen since only about 4 guys have replied and like, 30 girls have. And they are all mainly older people and we all know I don't do older. Well, maybe we all didn't know that, but we do now.
Softball is going well. There is one girl I would really like to hit in the face, but she rarely shows up for games, so it's all good. When she does I just stick her in the outfield. We had a game yesterday and only had 4 girls show up at first (eventually 3 more came), but it's aggravating because I mean, if you sign your kid up for something, you need to make sure they participate! It's not that hard people! Actually, I wouldn't know, it probably is really hard to have kids and make sure they are where they are supposed to be at the right time. But, that is why I'm not having kids...way to much hassle.
Hm, well other than that, nothing exciting going on. I am super pumped about 4th of July fireworks though! Something to look forward too! And, planning the 80s birthday bash as well...I need to get started on that....
Ciaooooo :)
26 June 2008
Days Like This
First off, "Days Like This" is one of my very favorite Van Morrison songs. It's a good one. Even though I get confused about the lyrics because I can't decide if he is talking about the day (like this one) as a good day or a bad day. I think it's supposed to be about a good day, but I can't be sure. I like to think it is though, because when I listen to it, it makes my day better.
Moving on, this past week has been a plethora of emotions. I have been on quite the rollercoaster of feelings. And I'm not going to lie, I don't like it at all. Let me start at the very beginning (because it's a very good place to start). I had the BEST weekend. Seriously, it was so fabulous. I journeyed to Atlanta with Jean, where we met up with Mary and Katrina..so yay, the suite was back together again! And we all got along really well, there was no drama, no awkwardness (ok, so maybe a little) and just overall fabulouslessness. The four of us hung out by ourselves Friday and then Saturday we went to Nate's (Katrina's boyfriend) pool and hung out with some other cool PC people that live in the area. And that was fabulous as well. The weather was perfect, the pool was fun and it was a really great group of people. Some of my favorite people, actually. And it was especially nice because in the past, things have been somewhat weird with some of the people, but all that was gone and there was nothing but drunken good times. It was kind of just like college...which isn't bad at all, because I won't lie-I really miss college (sometimes). Then we all went dancing that night which, duh, is my favorite thing ever, so you know I was in heaven...I made it a place on Earth. hahahaha, yes. Um, so anyways, all in all, it was such a good weekend and I was seriously depressed when I had to leave. Jean and I drove back to Columbia, where I got in my car and literally teared up. Right, so pathetic. But it just made me so sad because I was going back to my real life where my favorite people aren't and life in general is just not as fun.
Don't get me wrong-I do enjoy my life here in Charleston...I love my little house (come visit, ahem, SARAH), and the weather is great and I LOVE going to be the beach...but I just get so down sometimes. I think it's because I let myself get overwhelmed with thinking about what I am supposed to be doing...like starting my career. But I don't know what my career is supposed to be! Ah! It's all very lame. Also, I have let a certain someone back into my life and that is making things crazy, just as it was before. I apparently have blocked some memories cause I was all, yay, a boy is back in the picture. But, that was dumb because I forgot about all the stupid drama that comes along with the opposite sex. And it's about the dumbest shit too..mainly miscommunictaion and stubborness. Then it causes problems and I get all crazy thinking about it and then I finally say something and it turns out to be some huge misunderstanding and then I'm all, wtf?! why didn't I say something sooner, this all could have been avoided. And then I'm like, well no, why didn't YOU(boy) say something sooner. And here we go again. Stupid, stupid drama.
So yeah, I have been bouncing around between yay, good weekend, I love my friends to uggghhh, I need a new life and boys are dumb. I need some middle ground asap. I think things are finally starting to level out today though. And I have high hopes for this weekend. Next week is going to suck because I'm going to be back to working by myself (long story, more later, I'm PISSED), so I have to figure out a way to stay happy or someone might get bitch slapped at the pee farm.
Anyways, feel free to leave cheerful messages next week. Also, feel free to come VISIT...esp if, I don't know, you've been saying you were going to for the last three months and still haven't made it happen. Just saying.
Later dudes.
PS-HOW I could forget about this little gem, I don't know, but we had a super fabulous client come in today. His name was.....(drumroll please)....MISTER WRIGHT. I swear on all things holy that was his real name.
Moving on, this past week has been a plethora of emotions. I have been on quite the rollercoaster of feelings. And I'm not going to lie, I don't like it at all. Let me start at the very beginning (because it's a very good place to start). I had the BEST weekend. Seriously, it was so fabulous. I journeyed to Atlanta with Jean, where we met up with Mary and Katrina..so yay, the suite was back together again! And we all got along really well, there was no drama, no awkwardness (ok, so maybe a little) and just overall fabulouslessness. The four of us hung out by ourselves Friday and then Saturday we went to Nate's (Katrina's boyfriend) pool and hung out with some other cool PC people that live in the area. And that was fabulous as well. The weather was perfect, the pool was fun and it was a really great group of people. Some of my favorite people, actually. And it was especially nice because in the past, things have been somewhat weird with some of the people, but all that was gone and there was nothing but drunken good times. It was kind of just like college...which isn't bad at all, because I won't lie-I really miss college (sometimes). Then we all went dancing that night which, duh, is my favorite thing ever, so you know I was in heaven...I made it a place on Earth. hahahaha, yes. Um, so anyways, all in all, it was such a good weekend and I was seriously depressed when I had to leave. Jean and I drove back to Columbia, where I got in my car and literally teared up. Right, so pathetic. But it just made me so sad because I was going back to my real life where my favorite people aren't and life in general is just not as fun.
Don't get me wrong-I do enjoy my life here in Charleston...I love my little house (come visit, ahem, SARAH), and the weather is great and I LOVE going to be the beach...but I just get so down sometimes. I think it's because I let myself get overwhelmed with thinking about what I am supposed to be doing...like starting my career. But I don't know what my career is supposed to be! Ah! It's all very lame. Also, I have let a certain someone back into my life and that is making things crazy, just as it was before. I apparently have blocked some memories cause I was all, yay, a boy is back in the picture. But, that was dumb because I forgot about all the stupid drama that comes along with the opposite sex. And it's about the dumbest shit too..mainly miscommunictaion and stubborness. Then it causes problems and I get all crazy thinking about it and then I finally say something and it turns out to be some huge misunderstanding and then I'm all, wtf?! why didn't I say something sooner, this all could have been avoided. And then I'm like, well no, why didn't YOU(boy) say something sooner. And here we go again. Stupid, stupid drama.
So yeah, I have been bouncing around between yay, good weekend, I love my friends to uggghhh, I need a new life and boys are dumb. I need some middle ground asap. I think things are finally starting to level out today though. And I have high hopes for this weekend. Next week is going to suck because I'm going to be back to working by myself (long story, more later, I'm PISSED), so I have to figure out a way to stay happy or someone might get bitch slapped at the pee farm.
Anyways, feel free to leave cheerful messages next week. Also, feel free to come VISIT...esp if, I don't know, you've been saying you were going to for the last three months and still haven't made it happen. Just saying.
Later dudes.
PS-HOW I could forget about this little gem, I don't know, but we had a super fabulous client come in today. His name was.....(drumroll please)....MISTER WRIGHT. I swear on all things holy that was his real name.
16 June 2008
Ignorance is not bliss
So this weekend wasn't bad...it just had a an incident that kind of tainted the rest of it. I went out to Folly Beach on Saturday for a friends birthday, which I never do. Mainly because Folly Beach is far, it's crowded and parking is a bitch. I would rather go to Sullivan's, park at my dads, and walk to the beach, knowing I will not get a parking ticket...even if I do have to go by myself. But whatever, it was a friends birthday, she wanted to go to Folly, so that is where I went. And my stupid self thought I found this great parking spot, only to come back to a car with a ticket on it. And not just a $30 ticket for parking in a prohibited area, but a freaking TWO HUNDRED dollar ticket for parking within 15 feet of a fire hydrant. I mean, are you serious?! Ok, yes, I was a moron for not even realizing that was not allowed, but come on, $200?! That is craziness! I mean, most places are really good about having signs for where you can and can't park..but not so with Folly. I think that is how the town makes most of their money in the summer, is with parking violations because I saw a ton of cars with tickets. So yeah, I'm a little upset and am going to try my best to get it reduced. I can think of a hundred things I would rather do with $200 than pay a parking ticket. Ugh, so that sucked a lot.
BUT, good news! This is a couple days later and I got that shit dropped! YAY! Long story, but basically I met a really nice police officer on Sullivan's that knew some people on Folly and a dozen doughnuts later, I got the ticket dropped. WHEW. Thank goodness, cause $200 is a ridiculous amount of money to be paying for a parking ticket.
Moving on, we had our first softball game Monday and honestly, we didn't do that bad. We only had 6 players, so that hurt us a little, especially in the outfield. It's kind of funny because JC and I are super serious about the team and we discuss it like the games matter. We had some pretty good hits and we got three outs in an inning! Now you're thinking, um, duh jacky, that is how the inning ends. Not so in machine pitch my friend. With kids this young, you just run through the batting line up and then the inning is over. And the ump was impressed with us becaus he said he's never seen a team get three outs in an inning. Oh yeah, that's right...and we only had 6 players bitches! Mills Brothers Heating and Air ROCKS! Another game tonight, we'll see how it goes.
So I've been watching Katt Williams lately and that shit is SO funny. Go check it out. He is kind of a potty mouth and it's a little in your face, but it is still really funny.
I would say more, but nothing else is really going on and besides, I got shit to do today n***a.
Peace.
BUT, good news! This is a couple days later and I got that shit dropped! YAY! Long story, but basically I met a really nice police officer on Sullivan's that knew some people on Folly and a dozen doughnuts later, I got the ticket dropped. WHEW. Thank goodness, cause $200 is a ridiculous amount of money to be paying for a parking ticket.
Moving on, we had our first softball game Monday and honestly, we didn't do that bad. We only had 6 players, so that hurt us a little, especially in the outfield. It's kind of funny because JC and I are super serious about the team and we discuss it like the games matter. We had some pretty good hits and we got three outs in an inning! Now you're thinking, um, duh jacky, that is how the inning ends. Not so in machine pitch my friend. With kids this young, you just run through the batting line up and then the inning is over. And the ump was impressed with us becaus he said he's never seen a team get three outs in an inning. Oh yeah, that's right...and we only had 6 players bitches! Mills Brothers Heating and Air ROCKS! Another game tonight, we'll see how it goes.
So I've been watching Katt Williams lately and that shit is SO funny. Go check it out. He is kind of a potty mouth and it's a little in your face, but it is still really funny.
I would say more, but nothing else is really going on and besides, I got shit to do today n***a.
Peace.
04 June 2008
Hola bitches!
Si si, the title of this blog fits in nicely with my Spanish themed weekend. Well, really just Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Whoa, ok, first I need to back up because it has been quite some time since I showed this blog some love. And I'll tell you why..it was because I was in a funk. And when I'm feeling funky (the bad kind of funky, not the cool, get your groove on kind), I don't really like communicating with the rest of the world. I get in my funk and I'm all like, screw everyone. Don't be offended, it's not because I don't like you. It's more because I let my horribly negative thinking hinder my ability to rationalize and I get to think that everyone else has it way better than me, and/or is the cause of my silly problems and then I just shut everyone out. Honestly, it's better for everyone because I can get pretty nasty to undeserving people if someone crosses my path. For example, some stupid ass woman that called the office last week got a little taste. I will say, however, that the bitch deserved it because she copped a tude first AND she was being a complete retard. Either way, she is still the customer so I should have been nice to her but I have horrible customer service skills, so that didn't happen. And instead of saying something to me, she walked her stupid ass down to our office and complained to my boss/dad! The nerve! I mean, whatever, it's not like I am going to get fired, but I did get a lovely lecture that I definitely could have done without, thank you very much. I really do have terrible customer service skills though, it's bad. I need to work on them...but I also need a job where I don't have to talk/deal with complete MORONS all day, every day. Seriously, some of the people I have to talk to fell off the turnip truck like, yesterday. That doesn't even really make sense, but I hope you all get what I'm saying. So anyways, she was a sort of innocent victim..just be glad it wasn't you. The rest of the week was retarded as well but things picked up Saturday for real.
Well, first Friday...I went on a date. It was alright. Call if you want details, but lets just say I will not be going out with that person again. I looked super cute though in my new Target skirt, so it wasn't a total loss.
On to Saturday...laid on the beach for three hours..by myself. Which is good and bad. The beach is always good, duh. But laying on it by yourself gets old. I do it a lot these days. Most of my friends live on the other side of town and/or they have other things to do. Also, I have a very limited number of friends here in Charleston, so it's hard to find people to do stuff with sometimes. Sad. Anyways, things got interesting that night when some friends and I went SALSA DANCING!!! Yesssss. One of my favorite things to do EVER. And it was great because the people I went with had never gone before and they were all nervous and were like, is this hard? I don't know think it will be fun. And then we get there and BAM! They are hit in the face with the amazingness that is Salsa dancing and they are forever hooked. I was a sketchmaster, as I always am at the salsa club (or any club really). But I'm not going to lie, I LOVE being sketchy. Sketchy jacky rarely comes out, but man, she is just fabulous and I love when she does. She's hott too! I mean, smoking hott! [The more I drink, the hotter I think I get]. She likes to sneak out of the club and make out with however snuck out with her. In this case, it was a cute Mexican...with a tongue ring...and an eyebrow ring...and a rat tail. AHHHHH-Oh SHIT-did I just say rat tail?!?!! Si, I did. It's true. I know, I know, I have sunk to a new low. But did I mention he had a tongue ring? I think that is a acceptable substitute for a neck tattoo. Don't judge. However, I did make the teensy little mistake of giving sketchy Mexican my phone number. Ooops. Yeah, bad idea...especially since he has called ELEVEN times since then. Haven't answered a one. You'd think he get the picture by now.
So anyways, Sunday I had a double header softball game. That was Spanish related because half my team is Hispanic. And they are all pretty terrible at softball...but they're fun and nice, so whatever. It was hot as HELL though playing outside Sunday afternoon. I was struggling too, after my wild and crazy Saturday night. But, I was still ballin'...I scored two runs and caught a pop fly. Yeah, I'm pretty awesome.
Ok, so posting this now cause I know my readers are getting desperate. You're welcome. More to come soon.
Ciao ciao!
Well, first Friday...I went on a date. It was alright. Call if you want details, but lets just say I will not be going out with that person again. I looked super cute though in my new Target skirt, so it wasn't a total loss.
On to Saturday...laid on the beach for three hours..by myself. Which is good and bad. The beach is always good, duh. But laying on it by yourself gets old. I do it a lot these days. Most of my friends live on the other side of town and/or they have other things to do. Also, I have a very limited number of friends here in Charleston, so it's hard to find people to do stuff with sometimes. Sad. Anyways, things got interesting that night when some friends and I went SALSA DANCING!!! Yesssss. One of my favorite things to do EVER. And it was great because the people I went with had never gone before and they were all nervous and were like, is this hard? I don't know think it will be fun. And then we get there and BAM! They are hit in the face with the amazingness that is Salsa dancing and they are forever hooked. I was a sketchmaster, as I always am at the salsa club (or any club really). But I'm not going to lie, I LOVE being sketchy. Sketchy jacky rarely comes out, but man, she is just fabulous and I love when she does. She's hott too! I mean, smoking hott! [The more I drink, the hotter I think I get]. She likes to sneak out of the club and make out with however snuck out with her. In this case, it was a cute Mexican...with a tongue ring...and an eyebrow ring...and a rat tail. AHHHHH-Oh SHIT-did I just say rat tail?!?!! Si, I did. It's true. I know, I know, I have sunk to a new low. But did I mention he had a tongue ring? I think that is a acceptable substitute for a neck tattoo. Don't judge. However, I did make the teensy little mistake of giving sketchy Mexican my phone number. Ooops. Yeah, bad idea...especially since he has called ELEVEN times since then. Haven't answered a one. You'd think he get the picture by now.
So anyways, Sunday I had a double header softball game. That was Spanish related because half my team is Hispanic. And they are all pretty terrible at softball...but they're fun and nice, so whatever. It was hot as HELL though playing outside Sunday afternoon. I was struggling too, after my wild and crazy Saturday night. But, I was still ballin'...I scored two runs and caught a pop fly. Yeah, I'm pretty awesome.
Ok, so posting this now cause I know my readers are getting desperate. You're welcome. More to come soon.
Ciao ciao!
23 May 2008
All you gotta is watch me, look what I can do with my feet
Yet another fabulous Chris Brown quote. That is one of my very favorite lines from a song...ever. I had a love/hate relationship with his new song ("Forever") at first...but I have grown to love it. I don't really know what the problem was at first, but who could not love a song that has that line it? I know I couldn't. Another favorite line of mine is from "Psycho Killer" by Talking Heads. But only because when the guy says the line, he says it in this awesome voice that reminds me of my good friend Blakely. And he makes a good point I guess...he says "Say something once, why say it again?" I mean, I don't really agree because sometimes I do nothing but say the same thing over and over. Sometimes it's because I have to tell the same story to lots of different people. Sometimes it's because I think I'll make my point better if I say something multiple times. And a lot of times it's because I think I said something extremely funny, but no one is laughing, so I assume they didn't hear and I say it again until someone laughs...or tells me shut up.
I went to Jacksonville last weekend with another good friend, Katrina. We had quite the fabulous time. I got sunburned...again. Seriously, you would think I would know how to protect myself from harmful UV rays since I GREW up at the beach. Apparently the rays are stronger these days, so I guess I kind of have an excuse. But looking like a lobster is just embarrassing...I look like an amateur. And then I peel and that's not fun either. I don't let my face get burned though...it's usually just my chest...and last weekend my back too, but whatever. Anyways, it was so nice being with Katrina in Jacksonville. Number one, I was going back to my roots...St. Vincent's hospital, represent! Yeah that's right, yours truly comes straight from the streets of Jville. And number two, we actually went OUT and danced and partied. It was a fabulous change from going to bars and just chilling. I am in no mood for chilling these days. I want to go dance and be drunk and sketchy and make out with random people I don't know...possibly ones with neck tattoos. Don't judge...I got a late start with the drunken sketchiness. Most people start freshman year. I didn't really until junior year, so I've got at least another year or so to get it out of my system.
Well, now that I've gotten extremely up close and personal with my reader(s), I should probably shut up. I will say, as a parting note, that JC (my brother) and I are going to coach a machine pitch girls softball team together and I'm pretty pumped about it. JC went to the meeting tonight and he said he was not only the youngest coach there, but he was also the only male softball coach. I thought that was pretty funny. We have 7-8 year old girls (couldn't handle the littlest ones again) and I bet those girls are going to love him...can't wait! Hopefully this team will be better than my last. ::Fingers crossed:: I'll keep you updated, don't worry.
Alright, later dudes.
I went to Jacksonville last weekend with another good friend, Katrina. We had quite the fabulous time. I got sunburned...again. Seriously, you would think I would know how to protect myself from harmful UV rays since I GREW up at the beach. Apparently the rays are stronger these days, so I guess I kind of have an excuse. But looking like a lobster is just embarrassing...I look like an amateur. And then I peel and that's not fun either. I don't let my face get burned though...it's usually just my chest...and last weekend my back too, but whatever. Anyways, it was so nice being with Katrina in Jacksonville. Number one, I was going back to my roots...St. Vincent's hospital, represent! Yeah that's right, yours truly comes straight from the streets of Jville. And number two, we actually went OUT and danced and partied. It was a fabulous change from going to bars and just chilling. I am in no mood for chilling these days. I want to go dance and be drunk and sketchy and make out with random people I don't know...possibly ones with neck tattoos. Don't judge...I got a late start with the drunken sketchiness. Most people start freshman year. I didn't really until junior year, so I've got at least another year or so to get it out of my system.
Well, now that I've gotten extremely up close and personal with my reader(s), I should probably shut up. I will say, as a parting note, that JC (my brother) and I are going to coach a machine pitch girls softball team together and I'm pretty pumped about it. JC went to the meeting tonight and he said he was not only the youngest coach there, but he was also the only male softball coach. I thought that was pretty funny. We have 7-8 year old girls (couldn't handle the littlest ones again) and I bet those girls are going to love him...can't wait! Hopefully this team will be better than my last. ::Fingers crossed:: I'll keep you updated, don't worry.
Alright, later dudes.
13 May 2008
Be my wifey
So I went to a wedding this weekend. And it was a lot of fun. Ok, I sound awkward. Let me esplain. Every time I go to a wedding I just feel so bizarre. First off, I still have a hard time believing that people my age are getting MARRIED. So crazy to me. Like, they are for REAL in the real world. Not this fake little real world I'm living in, but the real thing. It's insane. I can't even really explain what I mean, so I hope you understand what I mean. It involves bills and buying a house and merging bank accounts and talking about having kids and all kinds of other serious big people stuff. Additionally, just being at a wedding for someone my age makes me feel weird too. Like I don't really belong or something. I think part of it is because the idea of me getting married is SO far off for me in my fake world. Don't get me wrong, I am going to have one kick-ass wedding (Kami knows this), but it is not going to be until I'm like 35. So, faithful readers, you better keep in touch with me to insure an invite.
OH my, I've been rambling. This is not about me. This is about KATIE BROWN-who got MARRIED. And now she's Katie Head! Whoa buddy. And it was such a lovely wedding too. She looked so pretty! I'm not going to lie, her wedding was so simple, but so fabulous at the same time. It was fabulous because it was so perfectly Katie and Caleb. I think my favorite was that those two goobers just wandered into their own reception and got into the buffet line without being announced or anything. I guess they were just hungry. But here's a picture so everyone can see how cute they are:
Doesn't she just look so grown up?! Complete insanity.
Love you KB turtle :)
Ciaooooo.
OH my, I've been rambling. This is not about me. This is about KATIE BROWN-who got MARRIED. And now she's Katie Head! Whoa buddy. And it was such a lovely wedding too. She looked so pretty! I'm not going to lie, her wedding was so simple, but so fabulous at the same time. It was fabulous because it was so perfectly Katie and Caleb. I think my favorite was that those two goobers just wandered into their own reception and got into the buffet line without being announced or anything. I guess they were just hungry. But here's a picture so everyone can see how cute they are:
Doesn't she just look so grown up?! Complete insanity.Love you KB turtle :)
Ciaooooo.
04 May 2008
1, 2, 3, Go Grassroots!
Dear reader(s), please forgive me and my slackness as of late. Although I posted on the last blog that I was feeling fine and dandy post retrieval, that did not turn out to be the case in the days following. In fact, I have been feeling pretty darn shitty. But no worries, I feel much better today. No more feeling super bloated and wincing when I stand up or sit down. Don't get me wrong, it was totally worth and it really wasn't that bad, it was just uncomfortable. And, I'm a big whiner...so yeah, I'm better, no big deal.
Anyways, we had our last soccer game yesterday....and we tied! YAY! Seriously, Grassroots definitely saved the best for last. A tie is HUGE when you've done nothing but lost by at least 3 or 4 every game. I was pretty proud of the team. Given my fragile state, I let Allison coach on the field while I managed the sidelines. That, believe it or not is actually harder than coaching on the field. Those kids are squirming all over the place and whining about one thing or another. Someone always has to go to the bathroom, or is sweating, or is thirsty, or wants to go in or play goalie. There is just no pleasing them! It's entertaining though. The craziest things come out of their mouths. They were all psyched up about getting trophies and kept asking about them. I told them they only got trophies if they didn't whine. There was still some whining, but I feel like it was minimized a tiny bit. So anyways, after the big TIE, we had a cookout, which turned out to be pretty fun. I got this awesome cake from publix:
I told all the parents I made it myself...and they totally bought it! Yeah right, like I have the time OR the talent to do something like that. Come on people. The parents also kept asking me if I was going to coach next year. Hmmm, something to think about. I actually had a lot of fun and it was definitely an entertaining experience. However, I think if I did, I might coach kids that are a couple years older. Just because they might be a little more responsive to actual coaching. We'll see. Anyways, then we handed out trophies and it was the highlight of their little lives, I'm sure.
I wish it were a closer and better picture so you could see everyone's face and just how funny they all are. More pics on facebook, check it.
k, well nothing else exciting happened at the party...other than someone leaving their shoes. Now I have to track down someone with a missing pair of soccer cleats. Seriously, now do you just wander off with no shoes on? I feel like that is a pretty major part of your ensemble. But that's just me.
Off to softball. Later dudes.
Anyways, we had our last soccer game yesterday....and we tied! YAY! Seriously, Grassroots definitely saved the best for last. A tie is HUGE when you've done nothing but lost by at least 3 or 4 every game. I was pretty proud of the team. Given my fragile state, I let Allison coach on the field while I managed the sidelines. That, believe it or not is actually harder than coaching on the field. Those kids are squirming all over the place and whining about one thing or another. Someone always has to go to the bathroom, or is sweating, or is thirsty, or wants to go in or play goalie. There is just no pleasing them! It's entertaining though. The craziest things come out of their mouths. They were all psyched up about getting trophies and kept asking about them. I told them they only got trophies if they didn't whine. There was still some whining, but I feel like it was minimized a tiny bit. So anyways, after the big TIE, we had a cookout, which turned out to be pretty fun. I got this awesome cake from publix:
I told all the parents I made it myself...and they totally bought it! Yeah right, like I have the time OR the talent to do something like that. Come on people. The parents also kept asking me if I was going to coach next year. Hmmm, something to think about. I actually had a lot of fun and it was definitely an entertaining experience. However, I think if I did, I might coach kids that are a couple years older. Just because they might be a little more responsive to actual coaching. We'll see. Anyways, then we handed out trophies and it was the highlight of their little lives, I'm sure.
I wish it were a closer and better picture so you could see everyone's face and just how funny they all are. More pics on facebook, check it.
k, well nothing else exciting happened at the party...other than someone leaving their shoes. Now I have to track down someone with a missing pair of soccer cleats. Seriously, now do you just wander off with no shoes on? I feel like that is a pretty major part of your ensemble. But that's just me.
Off to softball. Later dudes.
30 April 2008
Ah, Infertility
Yay! The eggs came out today! And it actually went much, much better than I thought it was going to. I was really afraid I was going to be super sore and nauseous, but I am feeling pretty good. My dad is the one that ended up taking me to the place...that was a little awkward. Only because the nurse and everyone was talking about girl stuff with him right there. Also, when I woke up from the anesthesia, I felt like I was super drunk and kept saying retarded things. I mean, I say stupid things anyway, but I just couldn't make myself stop. And in all honesty, I thought it was pretty funny, but the neither the nurse or my dad looked particularly amused. So I kinda wish I had someone more fun there. But oh well. Either way, I now am $3500 richer and seriously, that was the easiest $3500 I have ever made. It's almost as much money that I made at the ranch, and I had to spend four months in hell for that! The only thing that stinks now is that I can't drive for the rest of the day and all I really want to do is go to the beach and/or go shopping. I need a chauffeur. Too bad my sister is not all that nice, she'd be perfect.
Anywho, I'm going back to my heating pad now. But I feel fine...just a tad bit crampy, no worries people.
Later dudes.
Anywho, I'm going back to my heating pad now. But I feel fine...just a tad bit crampy, no worries people.
Later dudes.
24 April 2008
You're Welcome
I'm really tired and will be returning to this post to add more later, promise. But for now, my dear loyal readers, I wanted to share with you this little jobby I found on the Go Fug Yourself website:
Fuggifer Fugpez Fugoa Fugdd almost-Fugfleck Fugthony
It is perhaps my most favorite of all the pictures. First off, I love that they do J. Lo's section in her voice. So fabulous. And also, that outfit? Seriously? Celebrities kill me. They are the biggest waste of space and money. I mean, someone got paid to make that shit and then I'm sure J. Lo had to pay big bucks to wear it. Those shoes make me hurt. And I won't even discuss the rest of the outfit. She looks like a complete idiot. As do most celebs. However, I guess it's not a total waste because without their idiot selves, how would I entertain myself at work?
I also found this website: Stuff God Hates. It has potential to be funny...but I think it's trying a little too hard.
Also, the egg retrieval is going to be Sunday (fingers crossed)! As long as my follicles cooperate, we should be all systems go. Get excited!
More later bitches. Ciaooo
Fuggifer Fugpez Fugoa Fugdd almost-Fugfleck Fugthony
It is perhaps my most favorite of all the pictures. First off, I love that they do J. Lo's section in her voice. So fabulous. And also, that outfit? Seriously? Celebrities kill me. They are the biggest waste of space and money. I mean, someone got paid to make that shit and then I'm sure J. Lo had to pay big bucks to wear it. Those shoes make me hurt. And I won't even discuss the rest of the outfit. She looks like a complete idiot. As do most celebs. However, I guess it's not a total waste because without their idiot selves, how would I entertain myself at work?
I also found this website: Stuff God Hates. It has potential to be funny...but I think it's trying a little too hard.
Also, the egg retrieval is going to be Sunday (fingers crossed)! As long as my follicles cooperate, we should be all systems go. Get excited!
More later bitches. Ciaooo
16 April 2008
White Hot
This particular blog was created pretty much only because I want to discuss the crazy lady at my gym. She actually kind of scares me a little. bit. First off, she's there ALL the time. I've been to the gym at really random times before and sure enough, there she is. 9:00 on Monday night, 11:00 Saturday morning, 3:00 Sunday afternoon, she's there. She is either on the elliptical machine or the stationary bike. And she is super skinny already, so she really doesn't need to be working out in the first place (that is what I think about all skinny people-they need to stop working out and get fat like me). But here is the really crazy part-she is always exercising in spandex, a sweatshirt and with like, 8 towels piled on top of her head. I really think she has problems. She looks like a wrestler trying to sweat off extra pounds before a match. Only she's like, 60 and clearly not a wrestler. I think she needs help. I've thought about saying something to the people that work there, but it's like two high school boys, so I don't think they would really care. It also makes me sad that I have to go to the gym alone and don't have anyone there to laugh at her with me. I look around at the other people there sometimes, but no one else seems to notice.
Soccer game monday. We scored. So we're improving. The other team scored three times as many goals, but we're going to focus on the two that we scored. The other team had a beast too, so it was a little unfair. I think out of the eight goals they scored, this one girl scored six of them. We had some crying, as always, but it was a little more justified this time...she got hit in the face with the ball. So I'm hoping Saturday is going to be our big comeback. It's going to be great.
Since I've been reading the "Stuff White People Like," I have been very aware of just how white I am. I thought maybe I would have some credibility since I dated a black person, but I think even if did, it's been lost by now. I mean, first off, the person was a complete loser, secondly, it's been awhile since that, and lastly (and also my personal favorite), I got replaced because I was in fact, not black. So anyways, it was cracking me up yesterday because I was so extremely white. First I went to the gym and listened to white people music on my ipod. After that, I went home, grabbed my reusuable grocery bag and walked myself to the farmer's market. Then I walked back home, planted some flowers and made myself a lovely white person dinner. All in all, a fabulously white afternoon.
Holy crap, new favorite website- Go Fug Yourself. Just discovered it at work and it is freaking hysterical. I will no longer be looking for a job, I'll be reading this website instead. And will be jealous and wishing it were my job to judge stupid ass, fugly celebrities.
Hm, so this deviated a little from just the crazy lady, but whatever.
Ciaoooo.
Soccer game monday. We scored. So we're improving. The other team scored three times as many goals, but we're going to focus on the two that we scored. The other team had a beast too, so it was a little unfair. I think out of the eight goals they scored, this one girl scored six of them. We had some crying, as always, but it was a little more justified this time...she got hit in the face with the ball. So I'm hoping Saturday is going to be our big comeback. It's going to be great.
Since I've been reading the "Stuff White People Like," I have been very aware of just how white I am. I thought maybe I would have some credibility since I dated a black person, but I think even if did, it's been lost by now. I mean, first off, the person was a complete loser, secondly, it's been awhile since that, and lastly (and also my personal favorite), I got replaced because I was in fact, not black. So anyways, it was cracking me up yesterday because I was so extremely white. First I went to the gym and listened to white people music on my ipod. After that, I went home, grabbed my reusuable grocery bag and walked myself to the farmer's market. Then I walked back home, planted some flowers and made myself a lovely white person dinner. All in all, a fabulously white afternoon.
Holy crap, new favorite website- Go Fug Yourself. Just discovered it at work and it is freaking hysterical. I will no longer be looking for a job, I'll be reading this website instead. And will be jealous and wishing it were my job to judge stupid ass, fugly celebrities.
Hm, so this deviated a little from just the crazy lady, but whatever.
Ciaoooo.
15 April 2008
Oh What a Miracle Am I
So this blog is going to be really random and retarded because I don't have anything really to write about. I'm at work and it's freezing in the office. But I guess that's not really anything new, so whatever. But just wanted to warn people (all my adoring fans that read this) that extreme randomness is coming your way.
First off, Sarah rocks my face off for taking the time to actually research what Chris Brown is talking about. It all makes sense now. That Chris Brown...not only is he super fine, but he is also so clever with his witty analogies. I'd be his Jordans EVERY day, you know what I'm saying? Holla Chris.
My mom was telling me the other day about how she sings songs to her first grade class and I started singing some of the million camp songs I have learned over the years and I wanted to share one of personal favorites (I have four). It's called "Oh, What a Miracle" and I don't know the tune to tell you, but if you're ever around me, I'll sing it for you. Here goes:
[chorus..there are movements involved as well]
Oh, what a miracle,
Oh, what a miracle
Every little part of me
I'm so special, so very special
Ain't nobody quite like me!
[then you make up a few verses]
I've gotta ____[nose]___ (point to your nose)
I've gotta nose
Watch me ______[pick it]____ (pick your nose)
Watch me pick it
OH, what a miracle am I!
[more verses, then the chorus again]
So you can make up all kinds of good stuff for the verses, like, I've got a appendix...watch it do nothing...I've got eyes, watch me watch you. Get creative...it's fun.
My other favorites are This Little Light of Mine, Be a Great Boy/Girl, and the Y song. Oh, and Camp Greenville High. So I guess I have five. Oh man, I am such a nerd.
To further prove what a nerd I am, I am now going to talk about facebook and how it is getting completely out of control. Ok, first off, it needs to back up out of my business and quit telling me who I should be friends with. If I wanted to be friends with those people, I probably already would be. Especially with a school like PC...if I'm not already their friend and they are friends with lots of my friends..it's probably because I don't really like them. So back off facebook. I also don't need facebook making me feel like a loser with the "Wish you weren't lonely?" ad. Of course I wish that, but I don't need fb rubbing it my face. And the super hot guy that is pictured on the ad probably isn't interested in me. And even if he was, he probably lives really far away and/or has already been picked up by some other facebook loser that actually clicks on those ads. I also don't want to look at some fatty's muffin tops while I'm facebook stalking. They're distracting, as well as disgusting. And really, I feel sorry for the poor girl who's nasty back fat is featured on facebook for millions of people to see. That's just embarrassing. And lastly, I don't care what kind of pin-up girl, dog, vampire or princess I would be. That seriously has to be the dumbest thing I've ever seen. And I will say that even though I refuse to add the "top friends" feature to my profile...it does make me a little bit sad when I'm not in someones top friends.
Another crazy work story-a young guy came in (my age) with his mother and I guess grandmother but couldn't pee at first. So he's drinking water in the lobby and the mom looks at me and is like, well if he can't go, you can just take mine can't you? Um, what?! No, crazy lady, I cannot substitute your pee for your sons. It doesn't work like that. I swear, some people are just beyond ridiculous.
In other news, in every game I've played in this week (cause I'm ballin'...oh yeah, and speaking of ballin, there is a caseworker for DSS who's last name is Baller and I think that is so awesome and am thinking of asking him to marry me so that can be my last name too), my team has gotten murdered. It's actually quite sad. We did alright in kickball and in softball we were pretty rag tag, but we at least scored. However, in soccer on Saturday..we were struggling big time. I don't think my team even got down to the other end of the field. I think it was like 11-0. They were all crazy too...I don't know if it was because it was Saturday or what (maybe they were all excited about new Jordans?) but I think everyone on the team cried at least once. Hopefully we can pull ourselves together tonight. There's no crying in soccer!
Ok, this is getting out of control. So I'll stop.
Ciao!
First off, Sarah rocks my face off for taking the time to actually research what Chris Brown is talking about. It all makes sense now. That Chris Brown...not only is he super fine, but he is also so clever with his witty analogies. I'd be his Jordans EVERY day, you know what I'm saying? Holla Chris.
My mom was telling me the other day about how she sings songs to her first grade class and I started singing some of the million camp songs I have learned over the years and I wanted to share one of personal favorites (I have four). It's called "Oh, What a Miracle" and I don't know the tune to tell you, but if you're ever around me, I'll sing it for you. Here goes:
[chorus..there are movements involved as well]
Oh, what a miracle,
Oh, what a miracle
Every little part of me
I'm so special, so very special
Ain't nobody quite like me!
[then you make up a few verses]
I've gotta ____[nose]___ (point to your nose)
I've gotta nose
Watch me ______[pick it]____ (pick your nose)
Watch me pick it
OH, what a miracle am I!
[more verses, then the chorus again]
So you can make up all kinds of good stuff for the verses, like, I've got a appendix...watch it do nothing...I've got eyes, watch me watch you. Get creative...it's fun.
My other favorites are This Little Light of Mine, Be a Great Boy/Girl, and the Y song. Oh, and Camp Greenville High. So I guess I have five. Oh man, I am such a nerd.
To further prove what a nerd I am, I am now going to talk about facebook and how it is getting completely out of control. Ok, first off, it needs to back up out of my business and quit telling me who I should be friends with. If I wanted to be friends with those people, I probably already would be. Especially with a school like PC...if I'm not already their friend and they are friends with lots of my friends..it's probably because I don't really like them. So back off facebook. I also don't need facebook making me feel like a loser with the "Wish you weren't lonely?" ad. Of course I wish that, but I don't need fb rubbing it my face. And the super hot guy that is pictured on the ad probably isn't interested in me. And even if he was, he probably lives really far away and/or has already been picked up by some other facebook loser that actually clicks on those ads. I also don't want to look at some fatty's muffin tops while I'm facebook stalking. They're distracting, as well as disgusting. And really, I feel sorry for the poor girl who's nasty back fat is featured on facebook for millions of people to see. That's just embarrassing. And lastly, I don't care what kind of pin-up girl, dog, vampire or princess I would be. That seriously has to be the dumbest thing I've ever seen. And I will say that even though I refuse to add the "top friends" feature to my profile...it does make me a little bit sad when I'm not in someones top friends.
Another crazy work story-a young guy came in (my age) with his mother and I guess grandmother but couldn't pee at first. So he's drinking water in the lobby and the mom looks at me and is like, well if he can't go, you can just take mine can't you? Um, what?! No, crazy lady, I cannot substitute your pee for your sons. It doesn't work like that. I swear, some people are just beyond ridiculous.
In other news, in every game I've played in this week (cause I'm ballin'...oh yeah, and speaking of ballin, there is a caseworker for DSS who's last name is Baller and I think that is so awesome and am thinking of asking him to marry me so that can be my last name too), my team has gotten murdered. It's actually quite sad. We did alright in kickball and in softball we were pretty rag tag, but we at least scored. However, in soccer on Saturday..we were struggling big time. I don't think my team even got down to the other end of the field. I think it was like 11-0. They were all crazy too...I don't know if it was because it was Saturday or what (maybe they were all excited about new Jordans?) but I think everyone on the team cried at least once. Hopefully we can pull ourselves together tonight. There's no crying in soccer!
Ok, this is getting out of control. So I'll stop.
Ciao!
08 April 2008
Burning questions
Here's what I want to know: why do middle aged men think wearing push-up socks with shorts is acceptable? At what point in a man's life do they make the change from ankle socks to push-up socks? Or, are there two different kinds of men, those who wear ankle socks and those who wear push-up socks? If that's the way it is, then I definitely need an ankle sock wearing kind of guy. This burning question came about after I went to my first softball "practice" on Sunday. I don't know if it counted as a real practice since it was me, five middle aged men, a muddy, unusable field and one extremely heavy wooden bat. I think you need a little more than that to constitute a real practice. I could be wrong though. I hope the team works out though, because I really want to play softball. I was hoping to meet some cute guys that are my age, but it's looking like everyone is going to be at least 15 years older. Maybe they can get me a job or something...or maybe they have kids. We'll see.
So I did the Cooper River Bridge Run on Saturday. And by run, I mean I walked it. And even though it took me an hour and a half, I still beat about 20,000 people. So yeah, I'm pretty awesome. Not quite as awesome as the Kenyans that won the whole thing. They were finished, showered and receiving medals before the last people had even crossed the finish line. Isn't that insane?! That nonsense just blows my mind. And they fact that they ran 6.2 miles (nearly 2 of them uphill) in 28 minutes. TWENTY-EIGHT MINUTES. Complete insanity. I can't even imagine being able to do such a thing. And just in case I ever think that I could ever be capable of doing such a thing, I'll hopefully remember how sore I was in the days after walking 6.2 miles. It's really quite sad and I am working on forcing myself to change that. I'm counting softball practice as a step in the right direction.
The housewarming party was fun. Nothing too crazy happened. I apparently made some bomb ass hunch punch. I don't actually know, since I stuck to wine all night. Don't really have anything else to say..what happens on Fairmont, stays on Fairmont. Ok, I'm just being dramatic...it's just that nothing much really happened.
So here's what else I really want to know: what is Chris Brown talking about when he says "You're like Jordans on Saturday?!?!??!" I know I've asked this before, but I would really like to know. I would also like to know why a company would send me an email with the subject line, "Open Position at Blackbaud," make me all excited thinking there's an open position they'd like me to fill and then have the actual email tell me they decided to go with someone more qualified. That is just asshole right there. Someone at Blackbaud is mean.
That's all I got for now. No more questions your honor.
Ciaoooo
So I did the Cooper River Bridge Run on Saturday. And by run, I mean I walked it. And even though it took me an hour and a half, I still beat about 20,000 people. So yeah, I'm pretty awesome. Not quite as awesome as the Kenyans that won the whole thing. They were finished, showered and receiving medals before the last people had even crossed the finish line. Isn't that insane?! That nonsense just blows my mind. And they fact that they ran 6.2 miles (nearly 2 of them uphill) in 28 minutes. TWENTY-EIGHT MINUTES. Complete insanity. I can't even imagine being able to do such a thing. And just in case I ever think that I could ever be capable of doing such a thing, I'll hopefully remember how sore I was in the days after walking 6.2 miles. It's really quite sad and I am working on forcing myself to change that. I'm counting softball practice as a step in the right direction.
The housewarming party was fun. Nothing too crazy happened. I apparently made some bomb ass hunch punch. I don't actually know, since I stuck to wine all night. Don't really have anything else to say..what happens on Fairmont, stays on Fairmont. Ok, I'm just being dramatic...it's just that nothing much really happened.
So here's what else I really want to know: what is Chris Brown talking about when he says "You're like Jordans on Saturday?!?!??!" I know I've asked this before, but I would really like to know. I would also like to know why a company would send me an email with the subject line, "Open Position at Blackbaud," make me all excited thinking there's an open position they'd like me to fill and then have the actual email tell me they decided to go with someone more qualified. That is just asshole right there. Someone at Blackbaud is mean.
That's all I got for now. No more questions your honor.
Ciaoooo
02 April 2008
Ballin'
Literally. But I'll get to that later.
oooooh-GOOD weekend! (I started writing this post on Monday and am just now finishing it...oops) 100% fabulous. Wait, maybe 90%...car not starting was less than fabulous. But, Ralph (the car) is better than ever now, so all is well. So, let's talk bachelorette party. Whoa, crazy times. I'd never been to one before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but it turned out to be really fun. Nellifers came down and we partied it up with Katie and her friends at Pantheon. Yes, that's right. This would be my second visit to the gay club in the last two months. Both times were fun, so I'm not ashamed. Other than the penis party favors, my favorite part of the evening would have to be when a girl danced up to me, asked if I was straight and then danced off when I told her yes. I was a little sad to see her go, I'm not gonna lie. JK..she wasn't that hot.
On to Saturday. Things didn't look that promising after it turned freezing and Ralph wouldn't start..but thanks to indoor heating and Ray letting me borrow his car, things picked up. Not only did I get to leave, but I also did it with class, red BMW convertible style. Um, it's a 94 so don't get too jealous...and it was raining and freezing, so I couldn't enjoy the convertible part. Anyways, I went to Columbia and met up with some of my absolute favorite people. Had some fabulous pizza and ice cream with the fabulous Kelly and Sarah. Kelly is off on her Asian adventure soon! I'm excited for her, but also super jealous and sad that I won't get to see her for a long time. And Sarah rocks my face off. I mean, not only is she one of the only people that read this (hey Sarah!) but she's also just all around awesome. And she needs to come visit asap. Anyways, then I met up with Katrina and Jeannie, my wonderful college roomies and we had fun, even though we hung out with slightly awkward boys at a slightly boring bar. I loved hanging out with them though. And I MISS them..and everyone! I hate being out of college and having all my best buds spread out all over the world. :( But I need to get over that...so onto my real life....
We won our first soccer game! Gooooo Grassroots! Well, kind of.... it was raining Monday afternoon, so only three kids showed up. The team we were playing (white team) had a full roster, so we combined with another team (Harris Teeter), who also only had three kids, and played against the white team. Two kids on the other team were a-mazing! Probably better than me. One scored in the first five seconds of the game. So yeah, we won. I am not looking forward to the day we play Harris Teeter though. Maybe it'll be raining again. Their coach said some of the kids had been playing together for three years...since they were three! That's crazy!
Ok, so the ballin part. I went to my kickball meeting and signed up for a softball team! I am a sports coaching/playing fool! Well, I don't know if the softball team is for real yet..but I really hope so because I actually wanted to play softball instead of kickball, but didn't have anyone to play with. But some guys came up to us a the kickoff meeting last night and said they needed more girls for their team, so I offered. The only thing holding me back is the fee, but since they are desperate, I might be able to strike a deal and get some of it paid for. ::fingers crossed::
So, yeah, I'm pretty awesome. The egg donation thing started as well, so I have to give myself injections ever day. It's really not that bad. Needles don't bother me and it doesn't hurt, so I'm doing fine. I just have to remember to do it every day..which might be difficult on the weekends since I have to do it in the morning. Maybe the money will go towards a new car...we'll see. That's not really what I want to spend it on, but I don't know how much longer Ralph is going to make it. Maybe if I wash him more often he'll start behaving. Also, I learned today that one of my roommates not only stole my dental floss, but also broke it. He thought it was his...I guess he figured since he is so awesome and in dental school, he is the only one that flosses. Nay nay friend, I also care about my teeth. Especially after my four cavity visit to the dentist in December. How embarassing is that?
That's all folks. Ciao!
oooooh-GOOD weekend! (I started writing this post on Monday and am just now finishing it...oops) 100% fabulous. Wait, maybe 90%...car not starting was less than fabulous. But, Ralph (the car) is better than ever now, so all is well. So, let's talk bachelorette party. Whoa, crazy times. I'd never been to one before, so I didn't really know what to expect, but it turned out to be really fun. Nellifers came down and we partied it up with Katie and her friends at Pantheon. Yes, that's right. This would be my second visit to the gay club in the last two months. Both times were fun, so I'm not ashamed. Other than the penis party favors, my favorite part of the evening would have to be when a girl danced up to me, asked if I was straight and then danced off when I told her yes. I was a little sad to see her go, I'm not gonna lie. JK..she wasn't that hot.
On to Saturday. Things didn't look that promising after it turned freezing and Ralph wouldn't start..but thanks to indoor heating and Ray letting me borrow his car, things picked up. Not only did I get to leave, but I also did it with class, red BMW convertible style. Um, it's a 94 so don't get too jealous...and it was raining and freezing, so I couldn't enjoy the convertible part. Anyways, I went to Columbia and met up with some of my absolute favorite people. Had some fabulous pizza and ice cream with the fabulous Kelly and Sarah. Kelly is off on her Asian adventure soon! I'm excited for her, but also super jealous and sad that I won't get to see her for a long time. And Sarah rocks my face off. I mean, not only is she one of the only people that read this (hey Sarah!) but she's also just all around awesome. And she needs to come visit asap. Anyways, then I met up with Katrina and Jeannie, my wonderful college roomies and we had fun, even though we hung out with slightly awkward boys at a slightly boring bar. I loved hanging out with them though. And I MISS them..and everyone! I hate being out of college and having all my best buds spread out all over the world. :( But I need to get over that...so onto my real life....
We won our first soccer game! Gooooo Grassroots! Well, kind of.... it was raining Monday afternoon, so only three kids showed up. The team we were playing (white team) had a full roster, so we combined with another team (Harris Teeter), who also only had three kids, and played against the white team. Two kids on the other team were a-mazing! Probably better than me. One scored in the first five seconds of the game. So yeah, we won. I am not looking forward to the day we play Harris Teeter though. Maybe it'll be raining again. Their coach said some of the kids had been playing together for three years...since they were three! That's crazy!
Ok, so the ballin part. I went to my kickball meeting and signed up for a softball team! I am a sports coaching/playing fool! Well, I don't know if the softball team is for real yet..but I really hope so because I actually wanted to play softball instead of kickball, but didn't have anyone to play with. But some guys came up to us a the kickoff meeting last night and said they needed more girls for their team, so I offered. The only thing holding me back is the fee, but since they are desperate, I might be able to strike a deal and get some of it paid for. ::fingers crossed::
So, yeah, I'm pretty awesome. The egg donation thing started as well, so I have to give myself injections ever day. It's really not that bad. Needles don't bother me and it doesn't hurt, so I'm doing fine. I just have to remember to do it every day..which might be difficult on the weekends since I have to do it in the morning. Maybe the money will go towards a new car...we'll see. That's not really what I want to spend it on, but I don't know how much longer Ralph is going to make it. Maybe if I wash him more often he'll start behaving. Also, I learned today that one of my roommates not only stole my dental floss, but also broke it. He thought it was his...I guess he figured since he is so awesome and in dental school, he is the only one that flosses. Nay nay friend, I also care about my teeth. Especially after my four cavity visit to the dentist in December. How embarassing is that?
That's all folks. Ciao!
27 March 2008
Hi, my name is jacquelyn and I'm addicted to q-tips
For real yall, I am and it's so awful. I already got swimmer's ear once from using them too often or sticking it to far in or something, so you think I would learn. Swimmer's ear was so bad too! It was some of the worst pain and most annoying thing I've ever been through. I even had to take hydrocodon (sp?) and that was some intense nonsense. So anyways, you'd think that would be enough for me to stop, but I can't! It's so bad! I don't buy q-tips anymore, but my roommates have them in the bathroom and I steal them! Seriously, I feel like a drug addict or something. I have some in a little travel pack I keep in my overnight bag thingamabob and I was like, digging through my drawers the other day the looking for one. I need help. I guess I can kind of relate to the drug addicts I see all the time though. Haha, I wonder what they would say if I were like, yeah, I know what you're going through...I deal with a pretty intense q-tip addiction myself. Everyday is a battle. Oh man, as fabulous as I think that is, I don't think real drug addicts would find that very amusing. But anyways, I really have a problem and I need some help. I just feel like my ears are dirty all the time and only a q-tip can save them. Sometimes I wish I could like, physically remove my ear, scrape it out and then re-attach it. Gah, I am such a freak! I don't know what to do. And if I get swimmer's ear again, first off, I'll cry and secondly, I'll be SOL because I don't have health insurance so I couldn't go to the doctor to get the medicine I need!
I have all sorts of other bad habits too. Like eating...I can' t stop that either! I mean, obviously, I have to eat but I just can't make myself eat healthy. I try sometimes and sometimes I do really well, but mosly I just love good food and good food is not always healthy for you. And on top of that, I can't seem to make myself get to the gym either. I am going to turn into a big fat cow with swimmer's ear and I am going to be feeling real sorry for myself. But it'll be my fault completely! Jeez, I need to pull myself together asap.
Hm, other than that, nothing to exciting going on. Very few crazies this week. Plus, after last week's crazy blowout, I don't think (and certainly hope) nothing can top that. The ULTIMATE crazy came in last week and was going on about all kinds of things. First off, she kept insisting she didn't smoke cigarrettes, so she didn't do drugs. Ok, tobacco is a drug but it's not illegal so we DON'T test for it. Then she was asking what I would do if Chelsea Clinton or Jennifer Lopez came in here to get drug tested. WHAT?! I really was like, get out of here crazy lady. When I finally got her to stop asking questions and got her out the door, so said something about not being like Gloria Estafan. I really don't know what that was in reference to, but by then I was straight up laughing in her face. Oh man, I only wish someone normal had been here to enjoy her with me.
Ciao!
I have all sorts of other bad habits too. Like eating...I can' t stop that either! I mean, obviously, I have to eat but I just can't make myself eat healthy. I try sometimes and sometimes I do really well, but mosly I just love good food and good food is not always healthy for you. And on top of that, I can't seem to make myself get to the gym either. I am going to turn into a big fat cow with swimmer's ear and I am going to be feeling real sorry for myself. But it'll be my fault completely! Jeez, I need to pull myself together asap.
Hm, other than that, nothing to exciting going on. Very few crazies this week. Plus, after last week's crazy blowout, I don't think (and certainly hope) nothing can top that. The ULTIMATE crazy came in last week and was going on about all kinds of things. First off, she kept insisting she didn't smoke cigarrettes, so she didn't do drugs. Ok, tobacco is a drug but it's not illegal so we DON'T test for it. Then she was asking what I would do if Chelsea Clinton or Jennifer Lopez came in here to get drug tested. WHAT?! I really was like, get out of here crazy lady. When I finally got her to stop asking questions and got her out the door, so said something about not being like Gloria Estafan. I really don't know what that was in reference to, but by then I was straight up laughing in her face. Oh man, I only wish someone normal had been here to enjoy her with me.
Ciao!
24 March 2008
Get your back up off the wall
Ohhhhhh Man, I just had the most fabulous weekend. Seriously, it was so great. And I am freaking WORN out from it. I actually think I might have chronic fatigue or something because I am so damn tired all the damn time. It kind of pisses me off because I get enough sleep and it's not like I'm doing anything extremely tiring. I hate feeling tired though because it just makes me not want to do anything..ever. It also makes me be a horrible writer and write sub-par blogs. I need to do some research and figure this thing out. I can't go to the doctor because I don't have health insurance, so I'm going to need some natural medicine or something.
Ok, so back to my great weekend. I was feeling better Friday afternoon and I got off work early, so I headed up to the mountain house for mini camp reunion. I didn't know exactly where I was going...I mean, I had directions but no one knew the actual address, so I was a little nervous. But I made it ok and I am so so glad I decided to go. My camp friends are just the craziest, most random and ridiculous people ever and I think they are beyond wonderful. And when we get together we have ridiculously fabulous time. And I can't even explain them to normal people because together, we are not normal. In our real lives, we do a pretty good job of acting normal, but when we get together, all that goes out the window. I really think camp is the absolute greatest thing in the whole world (well that, and studying abroad), and wish everyone got a chance to experience it like I did. Really, it's so amazing. Beyond amazing. There isn't even a word for it. And I think there are "camp people" and then everyone else who just doesn't get it and I think camp people are just a completely different breed. That's why I try to keep my real life friends separate from camp friends because I don't want my real life friends to find out what a weirdo I am. They think they already know, but they really have no idea. Anyways, we get up there Friday night, there's about 15 of us I guess and I get super drunk so I don't really remember what all went down. I do remember there was lots of laughing, running around like a fool, and attempts to take selfies going on. Oh and dancing, of course--one of the best parts about camp-dance parties. There were also lots of people smoking and I think smoking is the grossest thing ever, so I remember trying to hide people's cigarettes...but people get very angry when you do that, so I had to stop. Then I got really tired, so I took a power nap (could have been longer, I don't know), got up, ate a pp&j, had some more good times and then officially went to bed. I was pretty pleased with myself, because for some reason, every time we went to this girl's mountain house the summer we all worked at camp ('06), I would either cry or throw-up..sometimes both. I don't know what was going on, I think I was depressed from coming back from Italy...that explains the crying. And maybe the throwing up came from me drinking stupid American alcohol and not fabulous Italian wine. Yeah, that's it.
So anyways, Saturday was gorgeous and we just hung out...went into Asheville for some lunch and then hung out some more. Lots of people left, so there were only about 7 left but it was still a lot of fun. I remember it all because I didn't drink as much, but that was not the case for the other 6. So I had a good time laughing at their stupidness. I also danced some more and did some dishes. It was great.
Sunday we all left (had to hug it out first), and I went to my grandparents in Columbia for Easter dinner. Yes, I am a heathen and didn't go to Easter mass. I was already in that category though because I didn't go for Christmas mass either. I know, I'm going straight to hell! It's bad. Anyways, dinner was great. Good food as always and we all actually got along and had a good time. Kind of rare in my fam. And there was a huge bucket of jelly belly jellybeans and you know that always makes for a good time.
So tomorrow it's back to work. Boooo. But I'm excited about the next couple of weekends...and the week goes by faster when you have something to look forward to.
Ok, so back to my great weekend. I was feeling better Friday afternoon and I got off work early, so I headed up to the mountain house for mini camp reunion. I didn't know exactly where I was going...I mean, I had directions but no one knew the actual address, so I was a little nervous. But I made it ok and I am so so glad I decided to go. My camp friends are just the craziest, most random and ridiculous people ever and I think they are beyond wonderful. And when we get together we have ridiculously fabulous time. And I can't even explain them to normal people because together, we are not normal. In our real lives, we do a pretty good job of acting normal, but when we get together, all that goes out the window. I really think camp is the absolute greatest thing in the whole world (well that, and studying abroad), and wish everyone got a chance to experience it like I did. Really, it's so amazing. Beyond amazing. There isn't even a word for it. And I think there are "camp people" and then everyone else who just doesn't get it and I think camp people are just a completely different breed. That's why I try to keep my real life friends separate from camp friends because I don't want my real life friends to find out what a weirdo I am. They think they already know, but they really have no idea. Anyways, we get up there Friday night, there's about 15 of us I guess and I get super drunk so I don't really remember what all went down. I do remember there was lots of laughing, running around like a fool, and attempts to take selfies going on. Oh and dancing, of course--one of the best parts about camp-dance parties. There were also lots of people smoking and I think smoking is the grossest thing ever, so I remember trying to hide people's cigarettes...but people get very angry when you do that, so I had to stop. Then I got really tired, so I took a power nap (could have been longer, I don't know), got up, ate a pp&j, had some more good times and then officially went to bed. I was pretty pleased with myself, because for some reason, every time we went to this girl's mountain house the summer we all worked at camp ('06), I would either cry or throw-up..sometimes both. I don't know what was going on, I think I was depressed from coming back from Italy...that explains the crying. And maybe the throwing up came from me drinking stupid American alcohol and not fabulous Italian wine. Yeah, that's it.
So anyways, Saturday was gorgeous and we just hung out...went into Asheville for some lunch and then hung out some more. Lots of people left, so there were only about 7 left but it was still a lot of fun. I remember it all because I didn't drink as much, but that was not the case for the other 6. So I had a good time laughing at their stupidness. I also danced some more and did some dishes. It was great.
Sunday we all left (had to hug it out first), and I went to my grandparents in Columbia for Easter dinner. Yes, I am a heathen and didn't go to Easter mass. I was already in that category though because I didn't go for Christmas mass either. I know, I'm going straight to hell! It's bad. Anyways, dinner was great. Good food as always and we all actually got along and had a good time. Kind of rare in my fam. And there was a huge bucket of jelly belly jellybeans and you know that always makes for a good time.
So tomorrow it's back to work. Boooo. But I'm excited about the next couple of weekends...and the week goes by faster when you have something to look forward to.
22 March 2008
Listen to the Music
I am currently listening to Pandora at work, and that song was on, hence the title. No other special meaning.
Sometimes I dread blogging because it makes me fully realize how incredibly lame my life is. Like today. Nothing new or exciting to report. I had soccer practice Monday, that was entertaining, as always. We had a scrimmage again and "tied." That's probably for the best though. Parents don't like it when their kids lose. Tuesday I went to the USC-CofC baseball game. I like watching sports, but it was a little chilly for my taste. And the crowd there was pretty lame. They were playing some good music and everything, but everyone was just kind of sitting there. My mom and I were rocking out, but we were pretty much the only ones. Sad times for everyone else. I still think it's so funny that Mike and Reese are such big deals on the team and everyone knows who they are. I grew up next to Reese, and Mike basically lived over there, so I knew him as well. Our families even used to go on vacaction together. Those were some good times, summers at Lake Joccassee. We would squeeze 15 people into an 8 person cabin, which meant some of the kids "camped out" outside. Anyways, enough reminscing. I just think it's great that they're all famous and cool now and I get to make boys jealous by being like, oh yeah, I used to camp out with those two! Maybe they'll go pro one day and I can bust out some old pictures and make some money, haha. Just kidding.
Anyways, yesterday I was feeling a little under the weather. I felt like I was going to die all day at work, so I just went home and went to sleep. Me feeling bad is also the reason why this blog is so increidbly sad today. So, I'm just going to stop. I can't deal with this horrible writing anymore. Today, as long as I feel ok, I'm heading up to the mountains for a camp reunion and then to Columbia for Easter. Hopefully when I get home, I'll be well and will have re-learned how to write properly.
Sometimes I dread blogging because it makes me fully realize how incredibly lame my life is. Like today. Nothing new or exciting to report. I had soccer practice Monday, that was entertaining, as always. We had a scrimmage again and "tied." That's probably for the best though. Parents don't like it when their kids lose. Tuesday I went to the USC-CofC baseball game. I like watching sports, but it was a little chilly for my taste. And the crowd there was pretty lame. They were playing some good music and everything, but everyone was just kind of sitting there. My mom and I were rocking out, but we were pretty much the only ones. Sad times for everyone else. I still think it's so funny that Mike and Reese are such big deals on the team and everyone knows who they are. I grew up next to Reese, and Mike basically lived over there, so I knew him as well. Our families even used to go on vacaction together. Those were some good times, summers at Lake Joccassee. We would squeeze 15 people into an 8 person cabin, which meant some of the kids "camped out" outside. Anyways, enough reminscing. I just think it's great that they're all famous and cool now and I get to make boys jealous by being like, oh yeah, I used to camp out with those two! Maybe they'll go pro one day and I can bust out some old pictures and make some money, haha. Just kidding.
Anyways, yesterday I was feeling a little under the weather. I felt like I was going to die all day at work, so I just went home and went to sleep. Me feeling bad is also the reason why this blog is so increidbly sad today. So, I'm just going to stop. I can't deal with this horrible writing anymore. Today, as long as I feel ok, I'm heading up to the mountains for a camp reunion and then to Columbia for Easter. Hopefully when I get home, I'll be well and will have re-learned how to write properly.
17 March 2008
Beware the Ides of March
...not really, but I thought it was appropriate, even though Caesar was killed yesterday.
Anyways, the week was somewhat uneventful. Had some more crazies come in, but that really isn't anything new. I am, however, getting REALLY tired of the stupid and rude people that come and call in the office. I am more tolerant of stupid, because stupid is as stupid does really (whatever that means. Ms. Gump, could you explain please?) but rude, rude is just unacceptable. There is just no call for it. Like I've stated before, I am not the reason why people have to come in and get a drug test. I am merely the facilitator. I am not in the wrong and should not be cussed at, thank you very much.
Gosh, I'm tired. But I know my adoring public can't live another day without a recent post, so I'll push through. I had quite the weekend, so that's why I'm so tired. Friday night I babysat for the BEST kids. Seriously, it was the easiest thing I've ever done for fifty bucks. It was a little boy from my soccer team and his sister. The kids were fabulous and cute and we watched 101 Dalmatians, an excellent choice. They only made it halfway through the movie (how awesome is it that kids go to bed at 8:00), but I finished it on my own. I love me some Disney movies, I'm not ashamed. I have all the videos (where they are, I have no clue) and want all the DVDs, but they are so dang expensive! Each one is like, $30! I don't have that kind of dough to be spending on movies! So, yeah, keep that in mind for future gift purchases. So after dalmatians, I watched Robin Hood because it has amazing music and then Mary Poppins because it's one of my all time faves, also with great music. So yeah, my Friday night involved three Disney movies...a good night if you ask me.
Saturday I had 9:00 practice. Why it couldn't be at 10, I don't know, but I managed to get up and put on a smile. It was a good practice though...we even scrimmaged another team. The other coaches were pretty hardcore though, it was cracking me up. His team was already set up and I was trying to get mine together and he goes, "you might want to think about getting your defense on the field." I was like, uh thanks, I'll get right on that. Defense?! Are you joking me? We only play five kids at a time, and one is the goalie! There's no such thing as defense! It's pretty much every man for himself...there are no positions, no passing, no assists...it's I want to score a goal and I'll steal the ball from my own teammate if I have to. But the scrimmage was good (we lost, sadly) and I realized there are a lot of things my team needs to go over before the season really starts. Like how to shake hands. They didn't understand the concept of walking down the line to shake everyone's hand. I don't know why they couldn't, but they all just stood there.
After practice, I did some random stuff, then met Allison downtown to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I'm Irish, so of course I had to get completely wasted. At 4 in the afternoon. That's right. I had to call it a night at 8:00. Well, I was actually just going to go home and take a short nap and then head out for round two, but because of the crazy weather going on, round two was canceled. It was probably for the best. By 9:30 I had already managed to make a fool out of myself, spill water all over my room and do some detrimental drunk dialing. Which is weird, because I rarely drunk dial, but I guess I was feeling festive. I managed to control myself and didn't call a big no-no, so I guess it wasn't all bad. I don't really drink that often anymore either, so maybe that had something to do with it. Had to get all the stupid out. So yeah, I went to bed at 9:30. Woke up at 2:30 am, was hungover, ate some crackers, went back to sleep and woke up this morning just fine. Then my roommate conned me into going to church with him. It wasn't all bad, but church just really isn't my thing (I know, I'm a heathen) so I don't think I'll be going back. Much to the sadness of him and the welcome lady that tried to give me lunch and a praise CD. I talked my way out of both, but it was kind of a challenge. I babysat again today and the kids weren't as good. The little girl was actually kind of a bitch. Well, she was fine until she fell down and then she got mean! Her brother ran into her and she fell over but she took it all out on me! She was like, I hate you, we are not friends! I was like, what the hell!?! I didn't say that but she did accuse me of saying bad words and was going to tell her mom. I was like, um well you'd be lying. Then I realized I was arguing with a four year old and made myself shut up. We made up later, but she was pretty hateful for a while.
Ok, adoring public, I really must get to bed now. I got a little burst of energy while listening to my new obsession, "Cupid's Shuffle." But it is fading fast. I know that song is like a year old, but I just recently discovered it and think it's pretty awesome. I'll try to update soon. Read old posts if you need a fix. Ciao ciao. Have a Happy St. Patricks!
Anyways, the week was somewhat uneventful. Had some more crazies come in, but that really isn't anything new. I am, however, getting REALLY tired of the stupid and rude people that come and call in the office. I am more tolerant of stupid, because stupid is as stupid does really (whatever that means. Ms. Gump, could you explain please?) but rude, rude is just unacceptable. There is just no call for it. Like I've stated before, I am not the reason why people have to come in and get a drug test. I am merely the facilitator. I am not in the wrong and should not be cussed at, thank you very much.
Gosh, I'm tired. But I know my adoring public can't live another day without a recent post, so I'll push through. I had quite the weekend, so that's why I'm so tired. Friday night I babysat for the BEST kids. Seriously, it was the easiest thing I've ever done for fifty bucks. It was a little boy from my soccer team and his sister. The kids were fabulous and cute and we watched 101 Dalmatians, an excellent choice. They only made it halfway through the movie (how awesome is it that kids go to bed at 8:00), but I finished it on my own. I love me some Disney movies, I'm not ashamed. I have all the videos (where they are, I have no clue) and want all the DVDs, but they are so dang expensive! Each one is like, $30! I don't have that kind of dough to be spending on movies! So, yeah, keep that in mind for future gift purchases. So after dalmatians, I watched Robin Hood because it has amazing music and then Mary Poppins because it's one of my all time faves, also with great music. So yeah, my Friday night involved three Disney movies...a good night if you ask me.
Saturday I had 9:00 practice. Why it couldn't be at 10, I don't know, but I managed to get up and put on a smile. It was a good practice though...we even scrimmaged another team. The other coaches were pretty hardcore though, it was cracking me up. His team was already set up and I was trying to get mine together and he goes, "you might want to think about getting your defense on the field." I was like, uh thanks, I'll get right on that. Defense?! Are you joking me? We only play five kids at a time, and one is the goalie! There's no such thing as defense! It's pretty much every man for himself...there are no positions, no passing, no assists...it's I want to score a goal and I'll steal the ball from my own teammate if I have to. But the scrimmage was good (we lost, sadly) and I realized there are a lot of things my team needs to go over before the season really starts. Like how to shake hands. They didn't understand the concept of walking down the line to shake everyone's hand. I don't know why they couldn't, but they all just stood there.
After practice, I did some random stuff, then met Allison downtown to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I'm Irish, so of course I had to get completely wasted. At 4 in the afternoon. That's right. I had to call it a night at 8:00. Well, I was actually just going to go home and take a short nap and then head out for round two, but because of the crazy weather going on, round two was canceled. It was probably for the best. By 9:30 I had already managed to make a fool out of myself, spill water all over my room and do some detrimental drunk dialing. Which is weird, because I rarely drunk dial, but I guess I was feeling festive. I managed to control myself and didn't call a big no-no, so I guess it wasn't all bad. I don't really drink that often anymore either, so maybe that had something to do with it. Had to get all the stupid out. So yeah, I went to bed at 9:30. Woke up at 2:30 am, was hungover, ate some crackers, went back to sleep and woke up this morning just fine. Then my roommate conned me into going to church with him. It wasn't all bad, but church just really isn't my thing (I know, I'm a heathen) so I don't think I'll be going back. Much to the sadness of him and the welcome lady that tried to give me lunch and a praise CD. I talked my way out of both, but it was kind of a challenge. I babysat again today and the kids weren't as good. The little girl was actually kind of a bitch. Well, she was fine until she fell down and then she got mean! Her brother ran into her and she fell over but she took it all out on me! She was like, I hate you, we are not friends! I was like, what the hell!?! I didn't say that but she did accuse me of saying bad words and was going to tell her mom. I was like, um well you'd be lying. Then I realized I was arguing with a four year old and made myself shut up. We made up later, but she was pretty hateful for a while.
Ok, adoring public, I really must get to bed now. I got a little burst of energy while listening to my new obsession, "Cupid's Shuffle." But it is fading fast. I know that song is like a year old, but I just recently discovered it and think it's pretty awesome. I'll try to update soon. Read old posts if you need a fix. Ciao ciao. Have a Happy St. Patricks!
11 March 2008
Party Time, EGGxcellent
OH MAN-today was complete craziness. I have GREAT news..but I'm going to go in order, so you'll have to wait for it.
First off, work was insane! Mondays, for some reason are always completely retarded. It's always crazy busy and all the idiots decide to call and ask stupid questions and I get pissed. And then the rest of the week, it's slow as molasses and I get annoyed because I just don't understand why Monday hogs all the work and it can't be spread out through the rest of the week. So anyways, it started pretty much the second I got there and just got ridiculous the rest of the day. I was really annoyed though because my dad had to go to an on-site collection as well as to court for most of the day, so I was there by myself with all the crazies for most of the day. One guy made things a little better though. I gave him his cup to pee in and I walk back into the hall right as he is walking out and I catch him putting water from the sink in his specimen! I mean, for real? I just died laughing. And the guy was like, oh, uh, I didn't think I would have enough. Oh yeah, good call, so you add some water to your pee, just to beef it up a little bit. Haha, are you kidding me! Basically, he just said, I'm POSITIVE! Some people! Then, a guy in a wheelchair came in and that was horribly awkward. And I know that sounds horrible, but I've never had someone in a wheelchair come in and we really just aren't equipped for that, so it was just strange. But we figured it out. I had a bunch of people copping 'tudes today as well. That nonsense just pisses me off! People are all mad because they have to get their hair cut or have to take time out of their day to come take a test. Excuse me, but I am NOT the reason you are there, NOR am I the reason your test came out positive! People are always cussing at me and I just think that is so rude. I'm starting to become a hardass though. I'm not taking crap anymore. It's bad, but I'm also becoming somewhat of a heartless bitch. I just don't feel sorry for people anymore! They give me all kinds of stories about how they don't do drugs or whatever, but I don't really believe anyone anymore.
Ok, so after my crazy day at work I went to an even crazier soccer practice. My brother went as a special guest coach since he's home on spring break, and I thought those kids were going to be all about him since he plays soccer in college, but they really just weren't into him. Sad times for him...and me, because I was hoping they would listen to him because they def don't listen to me. I mean, it was still fun, but I was so frazzled from work, it was hard to be patient with them. I don't understand why they don't get the concept of NO HANDS. It's really not that hard. This is also good birth control though...further proof I really don't want kids.
And that leads me to my next topic...I don't want kids, but someone wants mine! I got matched today! Long story short, I am donating my eggs to some lovely couple so they can have children of their own. And, I get paid! People think I'm crazy, but I think people that think that are crazy. I mean, why not? Yeah, it's kind of weird that theres going to be half of my genes running around somewhere, but I really think that they world is only going to benefit from this situation. And, I'm never going to know the kid and they are never going to me, so it's a win-win. PS-that was the great news...in case you were confused.
There's more to be said, but I'm tired and my face itches. So I'm calling it a night. More later perhaps. Ciao ciao!
First off, work was insane! Mondays, for some reason are always completely retarded. It's always crazy busy and all the idiots decide to call and ask stupid questions and I get pissed. And then the rest of the week, it's slow as molasses and I get annoyed because I just don't understand why Monday hogs all the work and it can't be spread out through the rest of the week. So anyways, it started pretty much the second I got there and just got ridiculous the rest of the day. I was really annoyed though because my dad had to go to an on-site collection as well as to court for most of the day, so I was there by myself with all the crazies for most of the day. One guy made things a little better though. I gave him his cup to pee in and I walk back into the hall right as he is walking out and I catch him putting water from the sink in his specimen! I mean, for real? I just died laughing. And the guy was like, oh, uh, I didn't think I would have enough. Oh yeah, good call, so you add some water to your pee, just to beef it up a little bit. Haha, are you kidding me! Basically, he just said, I'm POSITIVE! Some people! Then, a guy in a wheelchair came in and that was horribly awkward. And I know that sounds horrible, but I've never had someone in a wheelchair come in and we really just aren't equipped for that, so it was just strange. But we figured it out. I had a bunch of people copping 'tudes today as well. That nonsense just pisses me off! People are all mad because they have to get their hair cut or have to take time out of their day to come take a test. Excuse me, but I am NOT the reason you are there, NOR am I the reason your test came out positive! People are always cussing at me and I just think that is so rude. I'm starting to become a hardass though. I'm not taking crap anymore. It's bad, but I'm also becoming somewhat of a heartless bitch. I just don't feel sorry for people anymore! They give me all kinds of stories about how they don't do drugs or whatever, but I don't really believe anyone anymore.
Ok, so after my crazy day at work I went to an even crazier soccer practice. My brother went as a special guest coach since he's home on spring break, and I thought those kids were going to be all about him since he plays soccer in college, but they really just weren't into him. Sad times for him...and me, because I was hoping they would listen to him because they def don't listen to me. I mean, it was still fun, but I was so frazzled from work, it was hard to be patient with them. I don't understand why they don't get the concept of NO HANDS. It's really not that hard. This is also good birth control though...further proof I really don't want kids.
And that leads me to my next topic...I don't want kids, but someone wants mine! I got matched today! Long story short, I am donating my eggs to some lovely couple so they can have children of their own. And, I get paid! People think I'm crazy, but I think people that think that are crazy. I mean, why not? Yeah, it's kind of weird that theres going to be half of my genes running around somewhere, but I really think that they world is only going to benefit from this situation. And, I'm never going to know the kid and they are never going to me, so it's a win-win. PS-that was the great news...in case you were confused.
There's more to be said, but I'm tired and my face itches. So I'm calling it a night. More later perhaps. Ciao ciao!
06 March 2008
Don't tell the boss
This is what I read on my free time at work:
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
It is freaking hysterical. It also makes me feel guilty/stupid for being white and liking/doing such white things. But oh well, not much I can do about it. And I already felt stupid for being white, but for other reasons (mainly because I don't like rap music). What can you do?
Nothing else interesting going on. I go to bed early now and it's fabulous/pathetic. Sorry for all the slashes.
Enjoy! Ciaoooo
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
It is freaking hysterical. It also makes me feel guilty/stupid for being white and liking/doing such white things. But oh well, not much I can do about it. And I already felt stupid for being white, but for other reasons (mainly because I don't like rap music). What can you do?
Nothing else interesting going on. I go to bed early now and it's fabulous/pathetic. Sorry for all the slashes.
Enjoy! Ciaoooo
05 March 2008
No hands, no hands!
So I started coaching my soccer team yesterday and let me just tell you, it was awesome. I was pretty nervous about meeting all the parents and all that, but everyone seemed pretty nice. There was one lady who was a little on the crazy side, but I think it's going to be ok. And of course all the parents stood around and watched me the whole time, so that was a little scary too, but no one said anything so whatever. And I figure, they didn't sign up to coach, so they can't really say much to me. So I have 10 (we got a player added) 5 and 6 year olds, 3 of which are triplets. Those are some crazy kids...there are two girls and a boy and the boy decided yesterday he didn't want to play! Then he saw the jerseys at the end and thought maybe he could play for 5 minutes. I told him he had to play with us the whole time or he wasn't getting a jersey...we shook on it, so I think we struck a deal. Anyways, all the kids were pretty excited and listened to me. The biggest problem was getting them not to pick up the ball with their hands. Kind of a big deal in soccer, but they figure if they can't the ball to go where they with their feet, they'll just pick it up and move it to where it needs to go. Nay nay, that is not how soccer works my young friends. We will figure it out soon enough...surely after me yelling "no hands, no hands!" a few hundred times per practice they will start to catch on. We'll see. I also have a wanderer. He's pretty awesome and likes to throw out random and incoherent bits of information while I'm explaining something. Yesterday he told me, "my bridge is lighting up," referring to the big Cooper River bridge that was behind us. I had no idea it was his...I thought it was Arthur Ravenels, but I was wrong...it's his. Another favorite past time is wandering off the field to sit in the bleachers when he wants a snack or just feels like taking a break. He also has a pretty sweet bowl cut. Anyways, all the kids are great and I am super excited about the rest of the season. I need some help with practice, 30 minutes is kind of long time when I can only get them to focus for about 5 minutes at a time. They are all so dang cute though! And funny, they just run around like crazy people and it is quite entertaining.
Also, I moved into my new house last weekend! It was quick and painless and right now I am just trying to get my room together and decorate. I have so much stuff and so little space, it's kind of a problem. I am looking for a desk and some book shelves, but don't know exactly what I want. I'm doing ok though...I just want to get my stuff out of boxes and into some furniture, ya heard? I love love LOVE living on my own though. Last night I came home and made myself dinner and sat at my table and felt like such a big girl! It was awesome. Dinner was slightly sub par, but I'm going to become a master chef, just you wait. Right now it's dinner on a budget. Also, it's make-dinner-as-fast-as-possible dinner because I'm always STARVING when I get home. That needs to change too. I'm thinking an afternoon snack would help.
And lastly, today I got asked out by someone at work. That was awkward.
Also, I moved into my new house last weekend! It was quick and painless and right now I am just trying to get my room together and decorate. I have so much stuff and so little space, it's kind of a problem. I am looking for a desk and some book shelves, but don't know exactly what I want. I'm doing ok though...I just want to get my stuff out of boxes and into some furniture, ya heard? I love love LOVE living on my own though. Last night I came home and made myself dinner and sat at my table and felt like such a big girl! It was awesome. Dinner was slightly sub par, but I'm going to become a master chef, just you wait. Right now it's dinner on a budget. Also, it's make-dinner-as-fast-as-possible dinner because I'm always STARVING when I get home. That needs to change too. I'm thinking an afternoon snack would help.
And lastly, today I got asked out by someone at work. That was awkward.
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