Karma... It Gets Me Everytime...

Last night I made fun of my boyfriend with “wine teeth”… It was really funny.

This morning I woke up with a “third eye” pimple.

Ugh… I hate third eye pimples!

I’ve found a new love…

Red bean ice cream balls from Jun’s.

They are delightful.

I had 3 last night.

It’s the little things…

We're celebrating today...

I’ve only snapped myself once today with my new trusty rubber band.

My office buddy is trading offices with another person in my department! Someone I get along with really well!

Yay!!! Yay!!! Yay!!!

Oh... I’m also in need of a little advice. I need to know what I’m supposed to do when someone I love is really sad and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. I’m a fixer and I just feel like I need to DO something… when there really is nothing to do.

Should I just snap myself when I try to cheer him up? Should I not try to cheer him up? I want to give him his space… but I also want him to know I’m supportive… and even though I’ve told him I’ll do anything I can… I’m afraid that he won’t take me up on it unless I’m asking at the time… which makes me want to ask often. But I don't want to smother...

Let me know what you’d do.

You know… It’s really not all about me.

This weekend SHD and I took an “emergency” type trip to Iowa. I watched people I love saying their final goodbyes to someone they love. What a humbling day.

I think it’s time to re-evaluate some things in my life.

As long as the people you love are well – physically and mentally there really is no other reason to be unhappy. Work will always suck, you’ll never have enough money for the things you think you need, you’ll never have enough time to do the things that seem important… but as long as you are able to talk/see/touch those you love, that is all that should matter.

I’m going to start wearing a rubber band on my wrist. Every time I start to get upset about something that doesn’t matter, I’m going to snap it really hard… to remind me of what matters and to let everything else go. Eventually, I'll stop worrying about those silly things, Right?

Because all those other things… just… don’t… matter.

So, here's to making those things that do matter... the only things that upset me.

For the record…

Today is not starting out to be a good day… the office buddy from hell returned a day early from vacation. This saddens me beyond belief.

In general, I have something on my mind that I need to express.

I believe that blogging is a pretty self absorbed activity… I mean, we write about ourselves, what we’re feeling, thinking, doing and pretty much using it as a sounding board to vent.

If you don’t want people to know what you’re doing, thinking, feeling and such… you have two options as I see it.

#1 Don’t write it.
#2 Don’t tell your friends, co-workers, neighbors and family about your blog.

Let’s face it. We all live in glass houses. I’ll admit to shit talking occasionally. Hell, I’ve been the Queen of Shit Talking at times… but who the fuck hasn’t.

So, to those who think it’s necessary to throw stones in my glass house.

Fuck you.

Now, go have a great day.

Do they have a support group for such things?

Have you ever become emotionally involved with something that is… not real?

It’s one thing to cry every single time you watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition… I mean, they do really nice things for people who truly deserve it. But have you ever been really into a show that you cry during every (or almost every) episode?

I’m addicted to Grey’s Anatomy. And it isn’t real. Izzy isn’t real, Denny didn’t die, and Derrick should be a cheating rat bastard. Yet, I feel for Izzy, cried hard when Denny died, and love Derrick.

I’m so sick that when I hear the songs that are either played during the show or on the commercials (Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and Come on Over by Rob Thomas) I can actually see Izzy, Meredith and Cristina in my mind. I even wonder what they would possibly be doing.

The latest in the Izzy/Denny saga is that Denny left Izzy $8.7 million. I should be happy that Izzy is rich, instead I’m still distraught for her that Denny is dead and she’ll spend the rest of her life without the person she was meant to be with.

IT IS A SHOW! IT'S NOT REAL! Goodness!

The problem is… I love this show. I look forward to watching it. I record the shows on my DVR so I don’t miss a thing. I even watch each episode more than once.

The first step is admitting it right? Yeah…

But has this happened to you?

This is a totally drunk post...q

I love my friends...

So heree;s to dinner at Il Central...

And winne...

And Monopoly when I'm too drunk kto finish.




I love my firriennddds...

Tahat is all... and no worries.. . I'm not driving... because I have a wonder ful booooyfriend.

My ears are bleeding...

I actually just heard my office buddy (who is an adultress and speaks to her 'man' on the phone multiple times every day) utter these words...

"I don’t know how my schedule will be later this afternoon… it’s possible that I could squeeze you in… if you know what I mean."

Ewww...

The only thing to make this worse is if she calls her husband next and does the cochy coo with him too...

I shouldn't have drank that entire bottle of wine last night.

For the Record…

No, Sammy… you cannot share my pillow.

Why?

Because I said SO!

I will continue to move you… no matter how many times you creep your way back up. It’s enough that I let you sleep in the middle… you won’t sleep between our heads.

You’re cold?

Go sleep in your nice fluffy fleece-on-the-inside dog bed. I bought it especially for you… Lucy’s too big to steal it from you. It's warm... I promise... give it a try! I’m glad you’ve used it twice… let’s work on expanding that number.

I can hear you snore when you’re in the middle or even sometimes when you're at the foot of the bed; I can’t sleep with you breathing in my ear. Plus, you lick your ass! I don’t want to smell that. I know that’s hard to believe, as you do this so often.

And no, I don’t enjoy feeling your gritty little paw pushing me on the back of the neck. It is MY pillow and I will not move over so you’re more comfortable.

To make this fair… Lucy stop moaning in the hallway!

I’m tired today… there wasn’t much sleeping last night.

Sammy and Lucy… if anyone tells you about this… you know I love you.

I just made someone's day... I think...

I just told someone in the hallway that her zipper was down.

And now I laugh.

Where's the justice in that?

I really don’t understand what is going on with our world.

People are going into schools and shooting children. And instead of telling people why, or at least spreading whatever filth they have in their shit filled heads... they kill themselves, and don't have to face any consequences... at least not here.

Three schools are attacked in a little over one week.

I never felt unsafe at school. I really feel bad for kids in school these days.

Not only do people go to school with the intention to molest, maim and kill others… some come with guns and knives just waiting for someone to start a fight with them. And even fist fights aren't fair anymore. No one just "gets their ass kicked".

These are the people who will be running the world when I’m old.

I'm scared to death at this thought.