I don't get it

I have a 'friend' on facebook who claims she's done a Playboy and Maxim photo shoot.  Now... this girl used to be the sweetest thing ever, we went to Elementary School together and found each other on Facebook.  Sometimes that's a mistake you know.

Anyhow - she's a completely different person, and I'm not saying people can't change... BUT, she claims this is all natural.  Her boobs... no way.  Her dark hair when it used to be blonde, maybe.. but it doesn't look real.  I just have a hard time buying her whole bit.

So she has this album on facebook that has probably 12 photos of her supposed photo shoots with these various mags.  Only problem is they either don't show her face, look NOTHING like her (and I'm not talking air-brushed), or have smudged parts of her face which would be a clearly identifying point.

I look at these photos and think how the hell can this girl claim this is her and why would you even want to do that?  I just don't get it.

Parts of me want to just post a seemingly innocent comment on one of the pics about how it looks nothing like her... (let her take it however she wants).  One dude posted on the photo with the entire nose smudged out asking why it looks like there is a smudge on her face - she didn't say anything in reply to that comment.  So... maybe my idea wouldn't amount to much.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to post that photo here and just ... i don't know, see what you think - even though you've never seen this girl, isn't it a bit odd to post this on facebook and claim it's you?

I wish I could post a pic here and have you tell me what you think, but I feel like that's going too far.

Now, I'm not saying she didn't have photoshoots with these mags, and honestly, I don't care if she did or not.  I just don't get why she'd post pics online claiming they are of her when they are clearly not.  What's wrong with people?

That's really all I've got.  Sorry this is such a lame post and completely about someone else, someone you don't even know!

No Title - Just Rant

I'm officially defeated.
I woke up today to puke and poop many places from my sick little cat, I decided to hang back for a bit and watch to see if he showed any signs of improvement... round about 7am, when I knew Steve's alarm was set to go off I went upstairs and held back my tears to tell him what was going on and why I was still at home... we decided to turn on the AC because we're pretty sure my cat gets really hot on warm days... so the first thing I do is go to close a window and as I'm trying to lock it the fucking thing cracks and breaks into maybe 5 pieces... more or less, in my hand.  Like, I pushed my fucking hand through a window... right through it. How I didn't get a single cut or scrape on me is beyond me.

On top of this, I go into work because I'm told there is a meeting that I need to be a part of pretty much first thing in the am... so I go in with the plan to just attend the meeting, setup a shipment, and go home.
At the meeting I'm informed that all the 'hauling ass' we've been doing to get shit entered over the last 2 months is now all having to be redone (essentially in a different 'company' in our software)... so that's fucking great.  NOT.
Then I have the owner up my ass about some shit that was never and should never be my job.  If he'd even attempt to do a lick of work in a given day, I'd probably die of a heart attack.
While deep down, I'm not capable of murder, I'd give anything to have this guy wiped from the planet.  If only I had the ball or the money to make that happen.  This dude, partial owner of a company that I technically don't even work for yet, is good at one thing: micromanaging.  I'm over it and I'm done listening to him.  I've applied for so many jobs I can't even keep them straight.

I'm behind on my blog reading, so much so I'm ready to just say fuck it and clear my reader and start fresh.  Sorry I haven't commented lately, on most of your blogs, I may not comment on the ones in the past weeks at all.
I suck.

Chicago was great, Chicago was hot (temps in the hundreds, heat indexes near 106!!), Chicago trip was too short.  I am happy to be home, because I very much get home sick everytime I am on vacation (i'm a homebody)... I really could have stayed gone forever when it comes to going back to work.

Irate

Ever notice how irate is spelled?  Break it up and you have I Rate - which I obviously don't - which makes me irate.

I figure it's better to post a stupid cryptic message here then put it on blast on facebook or twitter.  I'm fucking pissed.

I really need to get a phone call soon.  I probably should apply for some jobs today...

The Gym Whore

For those of you on Pinterest and blogging... do you ever wonder if your blog material is pinned?  I'd never pin my own stuff (just not how I roll)... but I pin things from blogs I read - I wonder if I should be telling the bloggers that they've been pinned.  Just a thought.

That being said, plug your ears and get the kids out of the room because I'm about to litter this post with foul language.

I joined a gym back in ... September... let us not get into how many times I've made it there in those couple months.
The first day I was at the gym I was working out, and a couple walked in - they guy says "Hi" to me and strikes up a friendly conversation.  I tell him that it's my first day and he goes onto tell me about how awesome the owners are and how nice the people are, etc.  He introduces himself (his name is Steve but I don't want to confuse him with my man, so I'll just call him 'he') and points to his wife and tells me her name.
This dude has been super kind and friendly to me each time we're in the gym together, always says hi, makes small talk about the weather or current event, but never crosses the line where I feel he's a creeper.

His cunt for a wife, on the other hand... is a fucking Bitch - with a capital B!  The first day when he pointed and said "That's my wife, Katie" (yes, I even went out of my way to remember the cunts name) she didn't even really look my way to nod hello.  Fine, you're working out and way too cool... no big deal, I'm not there to be friends either.  Each time he comes in and says hello, she just walks right over to her precious bike and starts peddling - without so much as a smile in my direction.  I've become used to this behavior from her - she's a cunt, she knows it, and doesn't care what people think of her.  Good for you, cunt.
Yesterday though.. I was <thisclose> to saying something to her.
They walked in as a couple as they always do... they didn't see me.  They are doing cardio and I am behind them on some machines.  They get off their bikes at the same time and turn to walk ... she's in front, he sees me and says "hi", I say "hi" back, she snaps her head back so fast to see who he's talking to, sees me and rolls her eyes back in front of her so hard I thought they were going to pop out of her fucking cunt.
I don't know if she thinks that I'm trying to steal her man, or if she thinks that because I don't workout everyday that she is way better than me, or if she's just a flat out whore.

I've done NOTHING in this situation to warrant that type of attitude from her.  Her husband was kind enough to make me feel welcome on my first day, and from what I've seen since that day - he says "Hi" to damn near every soul that walks in the place.  Get over yourself bitch.

I'm not a threat, I'm WAY cooler than you'll ever be, and just because I don't workout everyday - it only means that my life is way more fun that you'll ever have in your life.

Take the stick out of your ass and shove it up your cunt as hard as possible so that it comes out your skull and you die.

(I told you to put the kids in the next room...)

That's all.  I really don't like people like that, so.. I'm hoping that blogging about it will allow me to continue to bite my tongue and not call her a cunt to her ugly face.

Thanks for sticking with this one... not usually how I blog.

My name is Angela

I just went to party city to return something I didn't use for Pam's shower... The lady says she needs the credit card it was charged on and my ID; fine. 
As she is entering my info for the return, she types my name as Angie, when my ID CLEARLY says Angela.  It took every ounce of self control to not say something.  If it had been anything other than a simple return, I would have definitely said something!

There is nothing I hate more than being called Angie, by anyone, other than my gma.

Bitch (the cashier, not my gma).

BIG fat RANT

Before I get started - LOL at those who commented on my last blog title and how it no where was mentioned in my post.  It's my way of keeping you on your toes!  It's how I roll.  (and yeah, Jamie Foxx... I know!!)

Now, begin rant -
Want to know what pisses me off more than pretty much anything lately?!
Steve and I always walk side by side when we're in public, as any couple would, right?  Most of the time we will hold hands (unless he knows someone near by, he gets all weird and tries to not hold my hand..).  So even as we're walking by other people - we have it down to an art where we continue to hold hands; he bends his arm behind him and I just scoot to the back until we pass the people.  No biggie.

Lately, it's come to my attention that no one moves for us!  I get that we're OBVIOUSLY better/nicer than most everyone because we're kind enough to move.. but what gives - why does NO ONE else do this?  It's not just couples either, it's simply every.one.
I made a vow to stop moving for people, I'll scoot over and get closer to Steve, but I'm DONE walking behind him!
A woman and her friend/sister, we walked by them, I scooted closer to Steve, they didn't even budge.  So we end up hitting our arms against each other - and I fucking hate touching other people, especially people I don't know, it was so nasty.  She didn't even move over to get kind of out of the way.  Bitch.
This is just one story - I kind of tested the market on Saturday as we were strolling around in Stillwater and then around the Xcel Energy Center (on the several block walk to the game, not while inside the Xcel, obviously you've gotta take drastic measures inside a sports venue).  People suck.  That's the conclusion I've drawn.

Have some damn respect for other people and at least move the fuck over and pretend like you want to be nice.

I'm OFFICIALLY done moving behind my man, I'll continue to stand proud next to him while holding his hand.  Being a nice person by nature, I'll probably continue to move closer to him, but that's fucking it.

/rant

argh

Sometimes I wish my blog was straight up anonymous.  I wish this was a place I could come and bitch to my hearts content about people and things that piss me right off.  But I can't because even though people may not comment... I know my blog is read.

I often wonder if it'd be worth it to start a anonymous blog just to vent these frustrations... but they are so few and far between that I just don't think it makes sense.

/rant

We're going to Milwaukee this weekend... and SIX FLAGS!  Meeting up with Krysten there - I'm pretty excited to spend some time in a new city, with a new friend, and check out a new roller coaster or two!
This trip itself is not ideal timing.. but it's no ones fault my our own.  We've put off painting the house trim all summer... it's been too hot or too wet or always too something to paint.  Labor day weekend gave us 3 days with no plans to get a shit ton of painting done... we took advantage of 2 of those days and made great progress.  We HAVE to have this done before the cold weather rolls in... so we have the motivation to do it, but now we're taking 3 days away.  Again, it's our own fault, and I know we're going to have fun in Milwaukee...there's just always that big "BUT"... ya know?!

Anyhow... that's all for today.  Buh-bye.

I hate the news

Do you watch the news?  The older I get the more I realize that the news is poison.  It's like Cher said on Clueless:

Violence in the Media
Clueless — MOVIECLIPS.com

Ok, so maybe that's not the best way to make a point, but it's pretty fucking true right?  The news has NOTHING positive to offer.. so why the hell should I watch it.  I get enough negativity on my facebook news feed, I don't need it on the real news too.  TV shows are one thing, they are not real and provide entertainment - the news is real life yo!

Take for example a couple of stories as of late:

• Three juvie boys caught for an estimated $100-$200 THOUSAND dollar of damage for busting out car windows in St. Paul... why do these kids not have guidance?  No way with that many windows busted out can they claim this was some prank... and I hope they make these kids pay for it, not their parents - once they get jobs, take all their fucking money.
• Divorce and death litters the Hollywood news - and if it's not that it's people comparing Kim and Kris' wedding to that of true royalty.  THAT is fucked up.
• A man who decapitated his son because he was special needs and didn't want to take care of him anymore - on top of it all - he places the boys head outside in the drive way so the wife would see it when she came home.  This seriously makes me want to vomit.
• Even the 'mother nature' news is sad: earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, etc.

I know this is just the world and it is what is it, but I'd rather be completely out of the loop when it comes to news than sit and watch this shit day after day.

I've just become fed up with the news.  I'd rather watch Jersey Shore and see Snooki and J-Woww get drunk and pee behind the bar.  While it may not be 'educational', it certainly makes me laugh AND it's not negative.

STOP all the damn negativity!!!!

Talent-less Ms. Perry

I hate Katy Perry.  I make no secret of this.  I think she is talent-less and annoying.

This morning I find out that she tied Michael Jackson's record for most #1 singles on the same record, at 5.  Not only does she hold the title of the first woman to do it, but she is now the only living artist to have that title. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!
We have seen some fantastically talented women vocalist in the past 10-20 years.  How is she the first, and only living to make this happen?!

At first, I'd listen to her songs and get them stuck in my head (and I'd probably dance along to them in my car)... but then it got to the point where I'm all wtf is this song, this is so stupid! and I now turn the radio off when she comes on.

Can someone help me understand this?!  I'd rather listen to Brit-Brit lip-sync or some awful rapper using auto-tune.

ugh.  that is all.

Am I Weird?

There is this thing that bothers me... like bothers me to the point of wanting to stab somebody.  I wouldn't actually do it, because I often times don't carry my shank with me - but I wish that I did.

When I bring lunch to work, which is most days, it's often times leftovers.  I think leftovers are the bee's knees!  So when I heat up my food and sit at my desk to eat (so that I can play online), I get comments of oh that smells so good, what is it? or boy, that smells good.

First, I don't know what to say when someone says that smells good - why else would I be eating it dummy?  I don't eat food that tastes/smells like shit.

Second, I don't like when people talk about or look at my lunch.  It's my lunch time, and while I may have chosen to sit at my desk and eat it (and we have no walls in my office), I didn't open the lines of communication to talk about what I'm eating.  My Time.  I don't walk up to your desk or into the lunch room and stare at your food inquiring about it...

Third, why do you even want to know?  It's not like you have the same thing.  What's the point in torturing yourself with how amazing my lunch is?  I don't want to tell you.

I know this sounds odd... and I can't explain why it bothers me so much... it just does.

Am I weird?

Title: TBD

So - usually on Tuesday mornings I bring my camera to work, but today I either forgot or I chose not to bring it because I'm not going home after work and I don't want it sitting in my super cold car.  The reason I'm telling you this?  It's because you now have to wait a bit longer to see pictures from my Christmas.  Does that make you sad?  I feel okay with it - because it seems like everyone and their mother is posting about Christmas; maybe you're overwhelmed with Christmas posts anyhow?  Let's go with that one.

I have just a couple of things to say this morning.
1.  A co-worker of mine is sick.  No big deal, it happens.  Thing that bothers me is she keep coughing into her hand, not her elbow.  It happens to be the same hand she uses with her computer mouse... I have to be at her desk today for some software stuff... I'm going to be using her mouse.  ugh.

2. Have you ever had experience with a person that has bad breath?  More than just a 2 minute conversation though?  It sucks.

That is all.

F-sticks!

To clarify - I am not talking about fish-sticks.  I'm talking about people that I'd call a bad word, that starts with the letter F.  Think about it.

Here is the story - so I'm at the local grocery store here in the little town I work in and I am there simply to get a couple pictures printed for my work desk (I needed an upgrade).  So I print them on the machine and stand at the counter to pay for them.  The nice lady says "it'll be just a minute" as she had her hands in a black box trying to get something apart inside.  No worries, I wait.

After a couple minutes she looks over at the 'customer service' counter and says to the nice lady over there (who was ringing somebody up) "Can you do me a favor when you're finished; could you ring her up for a few pictures?"  Lady #2 says "Sure".    I walk 7 steps to the next counter and wait for her to finish.  The customer leave and I step up to the counter, set my pictures down and proceed to pull a dollar out of my wallet. "WHAT THE HELL!" I hear from behind me.  I turn to see this middle-aged man staring me down "I was next!"  Completely embarrassed I move and say, "Oh, I'm sorry!"  He walks up to the counter and looks back to me "Not to be rude, but I was ..." I cut him off and say "Well, you were rude."

I'm so sick of people thinking they can just walk all over people.  I used to speak my mind more and tell people when they were being assholes, but as I grow older I do that less... and since dating Steve I do it even less than that.  I felt this dude needed to know he was rude, so I told him.

After I said that he looks over at me, shocked that a little girl like me is talking back and I say "A simple 'excuse me' would have got my attention, I wasn't trying to cut in line, I simply didn't see you".  Then he starts doing the head roll thing... he looks at me in, what I can only imagine is, his best attempt to be ghetto and says "I don't know those 2 words, cause it's not every day I run into people like that up in these parts".  No joke.  I cut him off again and say, while rolling my head back to mock him, "you ain't gotta roll your head at me".. and stopped listening at that point.

I grew up in the city, I know how to be ghetto fab and I know how to talk back to people.  I choose not to do it daily.  Today... I couldn't hold back.  "WHAT THE HELL!" is not the way to tell someone they cut in line.  The cashier and I had a nice laugh about it afterwards.

So anyhow - to end this on a positive note; you've already seen these pictures probably, but now they are framed on my desk, so I can see them daily:

Reunion planning drama!

First and foremost - Happy Birthday to one of my best blogging friends - KRYSTEN!!!

So, the reunion is coming along.  It has been myself with 2 other girls (one is my real life BFF).  We are the ones who met in the beginning and came up with the game plan - we created an email address that we all access, along with using google documents (seriously, if you don't or haven't used gDocs, you have NO idea what you are missing) that we share to keep up with what we've finished, where we need help, etc.  It has been a place to talk out our idea amongst 3 people and pros and cons of situations.  We have a few helpers on the side that have done things for us, but we give them 'orders' based on what the 3 of us decide.  It's easier to have few people making decisions than too many.
So... last week Friday, Pam and I (Pam is the real life bff) met to order our food for the night - we are doing apps and hors d'oeuvres - the other girl, who at this point we'll just call "Y", couldn't make it.  No big deal - Pam and I can handle the menu on our own and Y sent us her suggestions anyhow.
So that went off without a hitch and Pam and I left the place feeling pretty upbeat about actually pulling this thing off.. without having to tap into our own funds to support it.

Once I got home, on a Friday night, I open the gDoc and update it telling Y what we ordered (also inputting it to have it saved somewhere other than my unreliable brain).. and things seemed to be fine.  Later that night Y wrote on the gDoc stating that she saw some pin name tags at work and would try and snag them or purchase them as long as she gets reimbursed (keep in mind, up to this point, we have all discussed buying those cheap little stick on name tags).  Myself being in charge of money said... well here, I'll copy and paste the exact verbiage (Y is green, I am red):

9/10/10 - Thinking ahead -- at work I saw some pin name tags (I’ll see if I can snag these).  If not, I can purchase them as long as I get reimbursed.  I get tax-exempt if I use my Officemax card.  I’ll print them off at home in color probably.  

I’m not sure what exactly you’re talking about there, but hopefully they aren’t too expensive?  I’m not sure spending money on name tags needs to be our main focus. whatever is purchased, just make sure you save your receipts.

Notice how I say 'not sure what these are' and end my statement in a question about the cost?  Then go on to say that if something is purchased, I need a receipt to reimburse (which to me implies that I'm open to the idea even though I'm really not because I'm not sure that people want to be putting pin holes in their nice clothes...)
Here is her reply to my red statement/question:
 9/13/10 -- Name tags are important -- since everyone doesn’t really know each other.  I didn’t imply it be our main focus.  Just making sure we’re prepared with some. Plus I was suggesting trying to get a good deal on them if not free.  Correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t the Gdocs a place for us to put down our ideas?? If not, maybe I’ll let you handle all the details from here on out.  

I wasn't being a bitch, but even if I were or came across as bitchy... shouldn't you have a backbone by the time you're 10 years out of high school and volunteering to help plan a reunion?
So upon reading this I become mildly irate - I wait before replying.  Then I write something along the lines of this (which I added to and deleted from until I came up with this based on trying not to overreact and completely go over the top):

Yep, and I was stating my thoughts as well.  I know we need name tags and I wasn’t suggesting we not get them - just saying that we want to make sure we don’t spend a ton of money on fancy name tags (i also said ‘i don’t know exactly what you’re talking about here’, so for all i know it could be some super extravagant name tag). Notice how i ended with a question mark rather than a period or exclamation point... it was a question about the cost of your thought.   I also didn’t suggest that you were implying we spend a fortune, I’m just trying to keep things in focus... correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the point of sharing this gDoc between 3 people to make sure we cover all the details and all have input on what we do have?  Never once did i say ‘No, we are not doing that’ - i was giving my opinion.  sorry.  I’m glad to take over if you don’t want to help any longer.

Then I go into the email inbox and notice she deleted her name label (we are using gmail and created labels for each of us so we'd know which email are being taken care of by which person).  So I sent her a personal email saying something along the lines of 'after reading your reply in the gdoc and then noticing you deleted your name label I can only assume you're stepping back from planning.  please let me know if that is the case, so I can begin to tend to things.'

I can't be sure if she read my reply in the gdoc or even my email for that matter.  As you can see, her bitch of a reply was posted on Monday and my bitch of a reply was posted that same afternoon.  I also sent the email that Monday afternoon.
I heard nothing back from her.
So yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon I send her another email stating the same thing and asking to please let me know one way or another what she is doing - mind you, I'm being nasty polite in these emails.
THEN... I go on to our eventbrite (sort of like evite) website to take a peek at things and notice that she deleted herself as a part of the planning committee (she was the one in charge of managing that site).  So then I go back to my personal gmail and send one last email to her telling to to disregard both of my previous emails and thanked her for her help up to this point.
My next step was to change ALL passwords to gmail, eventbrite, and every other site that we all had access to.  I also removed her access to the Google document.

Now, it's just Pam and I (and Pam is too sweet to even know what drama is, really).. so whatever - I'm managing the bank account, so I feel stuck in this for the long haul - anyone else who wants to back out surely can.  Passwords and names on websites can and will be changed.

This is the end of my rant for the day - now, understanding that text can and, as of late in society, is often misconstrued; do you think my initial reply (asking about cost and whatnot) was bitchy or did it somehow mislead you into thinking I was saying anything along the lines of 'hell no bitch, we ain't buying these!'
I surely didn't mean it that way... and as many times as I read it... I still don't see it that way.  Obviously I don't want to admit fault in the situation, just because I'm a stubborn person by nature - however, I really truly feel like I did nothing wrong here.

Thoughts one way or another on the situation?  if not, just leave me a comment and remind me that the reunion is just over a week away and it'll all be over soon!

Random v10.12

Isn't it awful to say that someone else's happiness causes my heart pain?  I shouldn't be this way or even care... but it's who I am.  Only time can make these feelings go away and I'm not going anywhere... so time I have.

I'm ready to play fantasy football, I have been for 3 years.  Last year, being next to Steve and his computer all season really solidified that for me; I know how it works, I know what to do, I know who to pick.  Problem being... I don't know how to join a league without having it be strangers.  I don't want to play with strangers.  lame.  I feel left out.

I hate that we've had a link posted for my reunion for just shy of a week and only 2 of the planners have purchased; myself and another.  WTF is wrong with people?  We have 53 'Yes' RSVP's on Facebook... you save $8 by buying in advance, you can pay online OR by check.. whatever is convenient for YOU.
One girl sent me a message on Facebook this weekend asking if she'll be able to view the guestlist... I'm pretty sure she is going to come to the reunion trying to solicit something... I recall her finding me on Facebook and telling me about her 'business' and wanting me to be a part of it.  That outta be fun.  NOT.

Toying with the idea of Skydiving in Hawaii, though we probably won't do it as it's on a different island from where we'll be staying.  The flight over for a day would only add tot he price of the actual jump.  I think that would be amazing.

I've had to hear a story {3 times} today about a guy who cut his foot off with a lawnmower.  That shit grosses me out and I don't need to hear it once!  I want an office with walls.

Going to Rushmore/Crazy Horse/Devil's Tower on Friday... I'm excited to go, not excited for the drive there and back.

Mac and Cheese for lunch today.  I wish I had hot dogs.

Am I crabby today?  It appears as though I'm successfully making my way there.

The Burning Question

How do people just brush shit off that bothers them?  If you've been bothered by something or someone, how do you just let it roll off and not bug you for days... yet still act completely normal?

I wish I were better at this... I don't know how to let go when I'm pissed off.

When talking it out with a person is NOT an option (for reasons I'm not getting into right now)...

How do YOU do it?

Reunion Planning

Crap, I am so easily distracted.  My last post, you know.. the random one, was supposed to be a rant .. or a what should I do type of post.... not at all was it meant to be random.

So, I've been out of high school for 10 years now, which usually means a 10 year reunion.  I never signed up for any of that class president stuff because I had no interests and, more so, because I didn't want to be in charge of planning a reunion.
Now with the wonderful world of Facebook, planning has become a lot easier.  So I contacted the class president and asked her what's going on, this was months ago.

By nature, I am a planner (not always my favorite role, but somebody's gotta do it).  So I tell her "let me know how I can help!"  I sincerely meant that.  So we find a venue and since no one else has stepped up to help, we decided together to book it and pick a random date in the fall, thinking that there is just no way you'll be able to make it work for everyone, so just pick it!  Then the next step was to decide on food, but first we wanted to see who else we could get to help.  No one stepped up again and I didn't hear from the Pres for quite some time.  At this point I'm feeling like I'm the only one interested in getting this thing planned.  I have no idea where to start or where to finish.

In the year 2000, new privacy laws went into effect, and we can no longer go to our high school and get contact information for everyone, which means no addresses.  How do we overcome this?  My only idea is to find a yearbook and search the internet (facebook, classmates.com, etc.) for people.  Networking is going to be huge in this.

Being that I sit in front a computer all day for work, it is easy for me to go on Facebook and create an event to get the date out to everyone.  Not only have I created a 'save the date' event on Facebook, I've created a group page for our class.  I feel that that was a great help and a fantastic place to start.

I am beginning to feel like time is running out.  Our date is 2 months out and we don't have a menu (which is essentially easy to decide on),  we've only told people on facebook, we don't have anything in place for accepting payment, we don't even know how much we need to charge.

Is any of this my problem?  No.  Do I still feel a huge amount of pressure to make sure this thing goes off without a hitch?  Yes.

Part of me wants to take a step back and say "I offered my help, but I'm not going to plan the entire thing" but the other part of me wants to kick people in the ass and say "Get off your ass and do your job!"  I'm pretty fed up.

I wanted to start planning this in the early Spring... now here we are 2 months away with nothing but a date and a venue.
Am I right to feel like throwing in the towel?

Please, I need someone to be my voice of reason.

I Suck

I'm extremely pissed of at myself.  Not only am I not blogging (and rarely commenting) but my June Photo Hunt is a fucking disaster!  I usually try and keep my language clean in my blog (even though it's far from clean in real life)... but I'm just angry.  I could point fingers at everything going on in my life.. but what is there?  Sure I've been hitting the gym on a regular basis, sure I had a friend pass and it's probably hitting me harder than I even realize, sure this month has been pretty rainy.. in all honesty, I just have zero motivation.  I was gung ho this photo hunt when I printed my list... somewhere along the line I lost it.

In all honesty, I feel like I'm losing more than just my motivation for the June hunt.

I really hate negativity, like seriously, my 'friends' on Facebook who continuously post negative status'.. get hidden.  So this post will probably piss me off more than necessary, but I feel that is where I'm headed.  Sometimes life just gets in the way...

I really don't know what's going on in my feeble little mind.

Random enough for ya?

I need to make my life more organized.  I want my room and space to be cute (I am a girl after all).  I want my own home to make cute.  I want my own kitchen, with a dishwasher that works, so I don't have to ruin my nails washing them by hand.  I want to be able to afford flowers everyday to set in my dining room.  I want want want!

Ugh, I feel out of sorts.  Can anyone help me?

Long as I'm ranting.. who talks on their cell phone at the gym?!  Seriously.  I understand that technology is everywhere and phones have music players on them, so I can deal with that.  The other day though, I was on the elliptical machine for 20 minutes, a few machines down was a lady on her phone.. This lady was there when I jumped on and dismounted about 5 minutes from my time expiring; on her phone the ENTIRE time I was on the machine.  Her 'workout' was not pointless.  She wasn't sweating, she wasn't breathing hard; why come to the gym?  Why change your clothes?  Why distract other people with your pointless phone call?  Not everyone works out with earbuds in.  In all honesty... you can't very well get a good workout when you're on the phone, right?

On a positive note: I am hitting the gym on the regular, go me.

Also, anyone locally (aka willing to travel to MN for a day) interested in a little blogger get-together?  My girl Krysten over at After 'I do' is trying to plan something for August.  It looks like either the 21st or 22nd... I think in the Twin Cities Metro area, but those details have yet to be worked out.  Let me know if you're interested and I can give you the details as they are made.

Sorry that I suck lately, I'm sure I'll snap soon (for good or bad remains to be seen).

March Vent

Thank God I have a blog to vent.  Bare with me... or don't read, your call.


I've never been a person who can just walk away from a bad situation or a confrontation without it bothering me for a very long time; I hold grudges.  Plain and simple {or not so simple}, it's who I am and who I've always been.  I hate it.  I would change it in a heartbeat, if it were that easy.


As I've grown and as I've matured, it has gotten a bit better.  I always feel the need to get out my feelings and say my piece; I don't need to have the last word, just a word.  Biting my tongue is not something that comes easy, however sometimes it's necessary (at work, specifically).  


I get extremely frustrated with people who ask for your input or opinion when they already have 'the answer' in their head.  Why even ask, why waste my time?  You know how you want it to go... just do it and tell me how it is, period.  That's the end result anyways.  Let's have a brainstorming session, but nothing you say matters.


If you are asking me about something, expect that I'm going to ask you questions in return to get more detail.  Don't take a tone with me and make me feel like a child based on the lack of information you've provided.  You're the one coming to me asking me if I've seen this notification; I don't know where it came from, I don't know if you've done anything about it or with it, I don't know what the end result is.  When I tell you It sounds bogus to me, talk to me like the 28-year-old I am and say I thought so too, not like I'm stupid by saying in your annoyed, raised-eyebrow tone That's why I'm asking.


Sometimes I just want to scream FML!!  ooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh!


PS. having other co-workers to vent with is such a blessing, and almost makes me not want need to post this.


Thank you for listening,

Random - v.10.1

Welcome to the first 2010 installment of my random thoughts!  Good thing it dawned on me before I posted.  Generally before I post a random blog I go into my list of posts and find the next number... upon doing that this morning, I realized Hey... it's a new year, 2010 {said Twenty Ten, not Two Thousand Ten}, time to start a new random number series!  For whatever reason, this is extremely exciting to me.  I've always been told that my random blogs are the favorites of many... not sure why; they can be pretty stupid at time.  Either way, the numbering system is fun for me.

Moving right along...

Over the holiday season (I use the word 'holiday' because I speak of Christmas AND New Years) I spent a lot of time attending parties.  I swear the older I get, the more appearances I have to make!  I'm far from complaining about this :)  The true benefit of this is I get to try a bunch of delicious food that I may have gone my entire life without eating!  The biggest discovery of the year, you ask?  Strawberries covered in Almond Bark - OMG!  Steve's mother made them for Christmas and I swear I ate 20, we {all}went through the plate  so fast, his brother had to go out and buy more strawberries!  Then on New Years Day, she made them again... I tried to restrain myself that day, probably only 15 ;)
If there were a Facebook Fan Page for them... I'd be a fan for sure!

The other day, Steve and I joined a new gym (YAY us!) - I have a feeling I'm going to be starting some sort of Tales from the Ladies Locker Room series on my blog.  The last gym I belonged to had individual changing rooms, so I haven't experienced a locker room for quite some time... and I forgot how amazingly ripe they are with stories.  It's hard not to stare!  Stayed tuned for more on this ad it develops...

I mentioned on my Facebook status the other day that I've been seeing a lot of negative statuses from people {Krysten, you are excused from this paragraph as you have a right to be negative right now ;)}... what's up with that?!  It's a new year, time for positivity... time for new beginnings... time for a friend clean-up?

On the negativity note, I have a small rant:  How do we determine if our lives are more important than someone else's?  We don't, right?  We just assume our lives are more important.  I'm quite frustrated with people contacting me about a certain event (or whatever it may be), looking for a commitment from me but not returning the favor when it's me looking for that commitment.  I understand and try to respect that fact that people have lives, busy ones at that, but to not reply or say 'maybe' because something better may come up?!  Seriously?!  Tell me no if you're not interested, it's not going to hurt my feelings.  2010 is going to be the year that I change how I view these situations, in the past I've held back from planning or waited on people (and maybe nagged them at times), no more!  My life moves on, period.  I'd like to tell myself it's just because I'm a woman and I need to plan things, but it's both women and men who do this.

...until we meet again...

Interesting Point

I got this in an email several months back and have been meaning to post it since... kind of an interesting point.

JOB - URINE TEST 

(Whoever wrote this one deserves a HUGE pat on the back!)
 
Joe, the average worker says:

Like a lot of folks in this state, I have a job. I work, they pay me. I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit. In order to get that paycheck, I am required to pass a random urine test with which I have no problem.

What I do have a problem with is the distribution of my taxes to people who don't have to pass a urine test. Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because I have to pass one to earn it for them? Please understand, I have no problem with helping people get back on their feet. I do, on the other hand, have a problem with helping someone sitting on their lazy butts, doing drugs, while I work . . ..

 

Can you imagine how much money the state would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public assistance check? Pass this along if you agree or simply delete if you don't. Hope you all will pass it along, though . . . Something has to change in this country -- and soon!!!!!