Ya know, not much happens when you work from home. Nothing blog-worthy anyway. Though I am sure some would argue that most of my past topics weren't blog-worthy either. But I ignore them. Or apply duck tape to their mouths.
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A friend of ours swooped into town this past weekend with her usual mix of big smiles, mass amounts of wit, and lots of laughs. I love her to pieces. Please come more often m'kay? We gots room yo!
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BF went to the grocery store for me this week. NO. SHIT. *fist pump*
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Ass: Still Fat
Jeans: Still Falling--even with belt
Water Consumption: Inconsistent
Vitamin Intake: Inconsistent
Gym Visits: !!!!!!INCONSISTENT MOTHER OF HELL!!!!!!!!
Pounds Lost: still need a scale.
Wall Staring: Surplus. Mad Surplus
Smoking: Smoked Saturday evening *sigh* Margaritas were involved. I'm weak.
Bon Jovi: Still in car. Meaningful pointing continues.
And you guys? How are ya'll doin?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Now with 50% less whining!
So yeah, that last post was a little whiney wasn't it? Sorry about that.
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BF has been out of town since two Saturday's ago. I was out of town from two Sunday's ago to this past Friday. Using dates would probably be easier, but then I'd have to go find a calendar. And I'm really comfy right now, so just try to follow me here.
All last week when I was in Virginia, my parents kept suggesting that maybe I should stay through the weekend. Or, why don't I stay next week too? You can work from home! The roof of my mouth started to get itchy cuz...another week with my parents? Hmm.. tempting.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But.. yeah. I wanted to go home.
So I left at noon on Friday like I always do. The trip home was longer than usual. Who knew President's Day Holiday was a traveling holiday! I missed the exit for 485 which is the highway that runs by the house.
No IDEA how that shit happened. But really, thats mostly expected of me by now, isn't it?
After cursing loudly and repeatedly for several minutes and passing SEVERAL exits that I could've totally gotten off on and turned around, I finally picked an exit, turned around and sat in traffic for a half hour, which was awesome.
So I finally got home, and aside from the cats and the tick of the clock on the wall, the house was eerily quiet. Usually, BF is at home when I get home and he wasn't.
I normally revel in my time alone but this time was different for some reason, and I have no idea why really.
The bonus was that this was a three day weekend! By myself! HOOOO BOY! ALL THE THINGS I COULD DO!!! BY MYSELF!
LIKE!... I DUNNO!
I honestly thought this weekend was gonna rule, cuz I'd be alone and umm.. stuff?
I was wrong.
JFC I've never been so bored in my entire life. I updated my flickr page, I checked twitter more than a normal human should. I did laundry, picked up the house eventhough hi! I've been gone for a week--what is there to pick up? I went grocery shopping, dropped off prescriptions, picked up prescriptions. I ORGANIZED MY PANTRY.
IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.
Tree, whom I had a date with Valentine's Day Night (wait, what?), had given me "Martian Child" to watch. I had to watch it twice, cuz I wasn't even paying attention the first time. THATS HOW BORED I WAS. I COULDNT EVEN FOCUS. WITH ALL THE LIKE... BOREDOM!
John Cusack...*dreamy sigh* The second time though, the movie was really good! Thanks Tree!
Monday night, I went to dinner with some of BF's co-workers (at his suggestion, dont be weird) because I NEEDED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!
So yeah. BF comes home Friday. So I have several more boring evenings ahead. Woe is me.
Got my number? CALL ME PLS!
Oh hey, I said less whining... maybe next time, k?
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BF has been out of town since two Saturday's ago. I was out of town from two Sunday's ago to this past Friday. Using dates would probably be easier, but then I'd have to go find a calendar. And I'm really comfy right now, so just try to follow me here.
All last week when I was in Virginia, my parents kept suggesting that maybe I should stay through the weekend. Or, why don't I stay next week too? You can work from home! The roof of my mouth started to get itchy cuz...another week with my parents? Hmm.. tempting.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But.. yeah. I wanted to go home.
So I left at noon on Friday like I always do. The trip home was longer than usual. Who knew President's Day Holiday was a traveling holiday! I missed the exit for 485 which is the highway that runs by the house.
No IDEA how that shit happened. But really, thats mostly expected of me by now, isn't it?
After cursing loudly and repeatedly for several minutes and passing SEVERAL exits that I could've totally gotten off on and turned around, I finally picked an exit, turned around and sat in traffic for a half hour, which was awesome.
So I finally got home, and aside from the cats and the tick of the clock on the wall, the house was eerily quiet. Usually, BF is at home when I get home and he wasn't.
I normally revel in my time alone but this time was different for some reason, and I have no idea why really.
The bonus was that this was a three day weekend! By myself! HOOOO BOY! ALL THE THINGS I COULD DO!!! BY MYSELF!
LIKE!... I DUNNO!
I honestly thought this weekend was gonna rule, cuz I'd be alone and umm.. stuff?
I was wrong.
JFC I've never been so bored in my entire life. I updated my flickr page, I checked twitter more than a normal human should. I did laundry, picked up the house eventhough hi! I've been gone for a week--what is there to pick up? I went grocery shopping, dropped off prescriptions, picked up prescriptions. I ORGANIZED MY PANTRY.
IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.
Tree, whom I had a date with Valentine's Day Night (wait, what?), had given me "Martian Child" to watch. I had to watch it twice, cuz I wasn't even paying attention the first time. THATS HOW BORED I WAS. I COULDNT EVEN FOCUS. WITH ALL THE LIKE... BOREDOM!
John Cusack...*dreamy sigh* The second time though, the movie was really good! Thanks Tree!
Monday night, I went to dinner with some of BF's co-workers (at his suggestion, dont be weird) because I NEEDED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!
So yeah. BF comes home Friday. So I have several more boring evenings ahead. Woe is me.
Got my number? CALL ME PLS!
Oh hey, I said less whining... maybe next time, k?
Sunday, February 17, 2008
on Smoking
When I was a child, I hated smoking. I hated that it would make my very long hair smell like an ashtray, and my clothes. I used to complain to my mother and she'd nod in agreement, but that's all we could do was vent. By ourselves in the car--our one and only smoke-free environment. All 3 of my brothers and my father smoked. We were the minority in the household and certainly weren't going to get them to smoke OUTSIDE instead of filling up our cozy little home with that awful smell. After that one lesson in health class, I had begun to give them weekly lectures about how with every cigarette they smoked, they were taking 7 minutes off their life. And didn't they think that was awful? They should quit. It shouldn't be that hard! I was very naive.
Fast forward to me... 8th grade. My friend Jenn and I started sneaking cigarettes from our parent's packs for no real reason other than sheer boredom. We were too old to play, and not quite old enough to be hanging out at the mall like the high school kids. So we hung out in the woods and smoked instead. No one was the wiser since we always smelled like smoke anyway. Instead of candy or ice cream, we purchased Marlboro Red's from our neighborhood ice cream man.
High school. Smoked with my best friend Jennie (different girl) as she drove me home in her truck. She had to sit on her foot to drive because she was short. Shorter than me, if you can believe that. I never did smoke in the bathroom or behind the building at school. I was a good bad girl. I had my limits. At home, I'd sneak a cigarette occasionally. I'd smoke in my closet, or out my bedroom window. I didn't worry about the smell since our house was filled with it all the time anyway. I thought it was a foolproof plan.
I came home one day from school and walked in the back door of the apartment into the kitchen. My Dad was standing at the counter making himself his 40th cup of coffee of the day and my Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I thought nothing of it, and tossed my backpack and sat down with her. Had the usual conversation: "So, how was school?" "Fine" "What did you do today" "Umm.. learned stuff."
I was a real peach.
My dad came up behind me and put an ashtray in front of me and said, "next time. USE IT" I felt my face get hot and my stomach sank, immediately filling with a million butterflies--the kind you get when you know you've been busted and there is nothing you can do. My throat went dry and I swallowed hard, and looked at my mom. I could read the disappointment in her eyes. The bond and united front we once had, was now broken. I felt like such a hypocrite.
The shame that I felt, however, didnt stop me from continuing on my smokey path. I wish it had.
After that, my parents told me it was okay to smoke in front of them. I refused. It felt so weird. It felt it close to being able to cuss in front of them and it being OK (it wasn't, I still cringe when "Shit" slips out now, and I'm nearly 31). It just felt wrong. I felt ashamed and embarrassed the one time I tried it. Years later, my dad would occasionally come visit me outside when I was smoking. The shame and embarrassment has not gone away.
College, freshman year, smoking started to become something I HAD to do instead of something I WANTED to do. I started to get twitchy when long stretches of time had passed without a cigarette. I noticed that I was always making sure I had enough on me where ever I went, lest I die should I have one less than I needed. I thought nothing of it since all my friends did the same thing. It felt normal. It felt OK. I know now that it so wasn't.
And so began the addiction. The complete transformation from relatively sweet happy girl to full-on bitch when I hadn't had one in a while. The pre-planning.
When I met BF, he wasn't real crazy about the fact that I was a smoker but accepted it anyway. Sort of. When I would get moody or pissy he'd tell me "just go have a cigarette already!" I was well aware of how I smelled and how smokey breath probably wasn't exactly the most kissable thing in the world. So I began carrying a pack of gum with me at all times. Though in hindsight, I doubt the mix of Wrigley's spearmint and smoke was any more attractive. About a year into our relationship, I realized just how much he hid how much he hated it. This is the first time I decided to quit. I failed, obviously. I failed because I didnt want to, but was doing it for him. I was in love, and wanted to make him happy.
Since then, I've quit for a zillion reasons. Recently though, the reasons have been for me. Because about 4 years ago I began to hate it. Yet it calls to me, in a loving, soothing, familiar voice. It is the first thing I go to when I am stressed out, having a bad day, or just for no reason at all. I've been a smoker now for 12 years.
There's days when I am glad I no longer smoke, and there's others where I miss it so much that my heart beats faster at the idea of having just one.
Some days are easier than others, and yeah, I do hit minor bumps in the road and give in for a split second. But I keep trying. And that to me, is a victory in itself.
I really want to be a non-smoker (and have been on Chantix for 3 straight weeks now) but every time an occasion comes up in which smoking used to be involved for me, like say going to a bar, etc. My throat tightens and my heart starts to beat faster in anticipation, and I begin to doubt myself and already start to plan how I will deceive myself. The next day though, the after effects shine through and I get right back on that horse.
I have become aware of the effects smoking has on my body. I have some ... uhh... digestive issues that are only exasperated by smoking. My nails become brittle, the skin on my fingers is apparently very delicate and I get that awful tinge of yellow between my index finger and my middle finger. My skin dries out. I have headaches a lot more often. My level of fatigue is heightened drastically. My throat is perpetually scratchy and tight. Phlegm. It's just all around bad and nasty, but I forget all of that when the thought of how smoking just one would be so nice right now. I know it will kill me and yet it hasn't been enough to make me stop. It's amazing how reason and intellect fly out the window when addiction is involved.
I hate that my quitting has become this running joke between me and everyone around me. I call it my hobby and laugh at it to hide the deep disappointment in myself. When my friends or BF rolls their eyes at me when I tell them I have quit, it hurts way deep inside. But I smile anyway and say "I know, I know." I would really love for one of these times for someone to squeeze my hand and look me dead in the eye and say "I know you can do it." But I know that it is my fault and mine alone that I have not been successful yet, and I can't blame the lack of support.
Still. Having someone support my determination at least, would really mean a lot.
All 3 of my brothers and my father are now all smoke-free. They did it, seemingly, with complete ease, and I just don't understand why this is so hard for me. It's just so very disappointing.
One of these times I will be successful in my endeavor. I need to believe this time is it.
Fast forward to me... 8th grade. My friend Jenn and I started sneaking cigarettes from our parent's packs for no real reason other than sheer boredom. We were too old to play, and not quite old enough to be hanging out at the mall like the high school kids. So we hung out in the woods and smoked instead. No one was the wiser since we always smelled like smoke anyway. Instead of candy or ice cream, we purchased Marlboro Red's from our neighborhood ice cream man.
High school. Smoked with my best friend Jennie (different girl) as she drove me home in her truck. She had to sit on her foot to drive because she was short. Shorter than me, if you can believe that. I never did smoke in the bathroom or behind the building at school. I was a good bad girl. I had my limits. At home, I'd sneak a cigarette occasionally. I'd smoke in my closet, or out my bedroom window. I didn't worry about the smell since our house was filled with it all the time anyway. I thought it was a foolproof plan.
I came home one day from school and walked in the back door of the apartment into the kitchen. My Dad was standing at the counter making himself his 40th cup of coffee of the day and my Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I thought nothing of it, and tossed my backpack and sat down with her. Had the usual conversation: "So, how was school?" "Fine" "What did you do today" "Umm.. learned stuff."
I was a real peach.
My dad came up behind me and put an ashtray in front of me and said, "next time. USE IT" I felt my face get hot and my stomach sank, immediately filling with a million butterflies--the kind you get when you know you've been busted and there is nothing you can do. My throat went dry and I swallowed hard, and looked at my mom. I could read the disappointment in her eyes. The bond and united front we once had, was now broken. I felt like such a hypocrite.
The shame that I felt, however, didnt stop me from continuing on my smokey path. I wish it had.
After that, my parents told me it was okay to smoke in front of them. I refused. It felt so weird. It felt it close to being able to cuss in front of them and it being OK (it wasn't, I still cringe when "Shit" slips out now, and I'm nearly 31). It just felt wrong. I felt ashamed and embarrassed the one time I tried it. Years later, my dad would occasionally come visit me outside when I was smoking. The shame and embarrassment has not gone away.
College, freshman year, smoking started to become something I HAD to do instead of something I WANTED to do. I started to get twitchy when long stretches of time had passed without a cigarette. I noticed that I was always making sure I had enough on me where ever I went, lest I die should I have one less than I needed. I thought nothing of it since all my friends did the same thing. It felt normal. It felt OK. I know now that it so wasn't.
And so began the addiction. The complete transformation from relatively sweet happy girl to full-on bitch when I hadn't had one in a while. The pre-planning.
When I met BF, he wasn't real crazy about the fact that I was a smoker but accepted it anyway. Sort of. When I would get moody or pissy he'd tell me "just go have a cigarette already!" I was well aware of how I smelled and how smokey breath probably wasn't exactly the most kissable thing in the world. So I began carrying a pack of gum with me at all times. Though in hindsight, I doubt the mix of Wrigley's spearmint and smoke was any more attractive. About a year into our relationship, I realized just how much he hid how much he hated it. This is the first time I decided to quit. I failed, obviously. I failed because I didnt want to, but was doing it for him. I was in love, and wanted to make him happy.
Since then, I've quit for a zillion reasons. Recently though, the reasons have been for me. Because about 4 years ago I began to hate it. Yet it calls to me, in a loving, soothing, familiar voice. It is the first thing I go to when I am stressed out, having a bad day, or just for no reason at all. I've been a smoker now for 12 years.
There's days when I am glad I no longer smoke, and there's others where I miss it so much that my heart beats faster at the idea of having just one.
Some days are easier than others, and yeah, I do hit minor bumps in the road and give in for a split second. But I keep trying. And that to me, is a victory in itself.
I really want to be a non-smoker (and have been on Chantix for 3 straight weeks now) but every time an occasion comes up in which smoking used to be involved for me, like say going to a bar, etc. My throat tightens and my heart starts to beat faster in anticipation, and I begin to doubt myself and already start to plan how I will deceive myself. The next day though, the after effects shine through and I get right back on that horse.
I have become aware of the effects smoking has on my body. I have some ... uhh... digestive issues that are only exasperated by smoking. My nails become brittle, the skin on my fingers is apparently very delicate and I get that awful tinge of yellow between my index finger and my middle finger. My skin dries out. I have headaches a lot more often. My level of fatigue is heightened drastically. My throat is perpetually scratchy and tight. Phlegm. It's just all around bad and nasty, but I forget all of that when the thought of how smoking just one would be so nice right now. I know it will kill me and yet it hasn't been enough to make me stop. It's amazing how reason and intellect fly out the window when addiction is involved.
I hate that my quitting has become this running joke between me and everyone around me. I call it my hobby and laugh at it to hide the deep disappointment in myself. When my friends or BF rolls their eyes at me when I tell them I have quit, it hurts way deep inside. But I smile anyway and say "I know, I know." I would really love for one of these times for someone to squeeze my hand and look me dead in the eye and say "I know you can do it." But I know that it is my fault and mine alone that I have not been successful yet, and I can't blame the lack of support.
Still. Having someone support my determination at least, would really mean a lot.
All 3 of my brothers and my father are now all smoke-free. They did it, seemingly, with complete ease, and I just don't understand why this is so hard for me. It's just so very disappointing.
One of these times I will be successful in my endeavor. I need to believe this time is it.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sounds of Basketball
In recent years, my mom has become a serious basketball fan. More specifically, a die-hard San Antonio Spurs fan. My brothers and I are highly amused about this for two reasons:
1. When we lived in San Antonio she could've cared less.
2. Watching her watch a game is so much fun. Hell, even listening to her while in another room is downright entertaining.
She sits on the edge of her seat with one leg folded under her. She sits straight up and rocks forward and stretches her neck when the ball is in the air. If it's the opposing team shooting, "NOOOOO! MISS IT! MISS IT! MISS IT! MISS IT!" If they make it, "AWWWW!" and slouches in defeat. If they miss it, as she requested, "WAY TO GO!", complete with fist pump (so THAT'S where I get it from!)
Sometimes in unison with my dad.
If the Spurs are shooting, "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" Should they miss, "C'MON [player's first name--you know, cuz they are so tight]!" If they make it, "WAY TO GO!" and then immediately turns to my dad, and says, "three pointer?" he says, "no, two."
They then watch TV for an hour or so to "settle down" It's constant yelling at the tv, mostly from my mom. Which is quite different from what used to be the norm: my dad furiously yelling at the tv (he tends to uhh, pick lack-luster teams), while my mom occupied herself otherwise. It's nice that he now has a partner to watch one of his favorite sports with. Hearing her yell and clap and get so excited makes me smile.
I hope that when I am married for 42 years (I think? Math hurts my teeny brain), I will have that with BF too.
[Edited to Add] It's 48, not 42. I knew that looked wrong.
1. When we lived in San Antonio she could've cared less.
2. Watching her watch a game is so much fun. Hell, even listening to her while in another room is downright entertaining.
She sits on the edge of her seat with one leg folded under her. She sits straight up and rocks forward and stretches her neck when the ball is in the air. If it's the opposing team shooting, "NOOOOO! MISS IT! MISS IT! MISS IT! MISS IT!" If they make it, "AWWWW!" and slouches in defeat. If they miss it, as she requested, "WAY TO GO!", complete with fist pump (so THAT'S where I get it from!)
Sometimes in unison with my dad.
If the Spurs are shooting, "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" Should they miss, "C'MON [player's first name--you know, cuz they are so tight]!" If they make it, "WAY TO GO!" and then immediately turns to my dad, and says, "three pointer?" he says, "no, two."
They then watch TV for an hour or so to "settle down" It's constant yelling at the tv, mostly from my mom. Which is quite different from what used to be the norm: my dad furiously yelling at the tv (he tends to uhh, pick lack-luster teams), while my mom occupied herself otherwise. It's nice that he now has a partner to watch one of his favorite sports with. Hearing her yell and clap and get so excited makes me smile.
I hope that when I am married for 42 years (I think? Math hurts my teeny brain), I will have that with BF too.
[Edited to Add] It's 48, not 42. I knew that looked wrong.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Monthly Roadtrip to VA: Highlights
- Packing the night before is ingenious, why didn't I think of this sooner?
- Gassing up the night before, also brilliant
- Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet is amazingly entertaining on a long drive
- Driving in high winds requires two hands, moron
- Cops seen: 2335678901
- Tickets acquired: 0 *fist pump*
- Speaking of fist pump, what is it about Bon Jovi that makes me do odd things with my hands? Fist pump, meaninful pointing, etc. (I mean really, how else would you sing Living on a Prayer?)
- Note to self: When you leave earlier, you encounter assloads of traffic
- Drove by an accident where a tree had fallen on a moving vehicle. Yowzah.
- Did the whole "Holy Shit dude, if I hadn't stopped to pee, that totally coulda been me!
- Turning up Bon Jovi LOUDER helps stifle the drama queen.
- Switching to Al Greene while moving a whole 2 mph on 95 calms the beast within. Car dancing does a lot for the soul.
- Upping water intake has adverse affects on making trip in 5.5 hours.
- Saw a pink and purple striped AND checkered car. No lie. Driver was serious about it too.
- Taking pics of said car with iPhone in windy conditions? Not so brilliant. Nor fruitful. Did get a picture of my rear view mirror though.
- Driving headaches are the awesome.
- Is can be go home time now pls?
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Lazy: 1234234532523523523523, Tricia:1
Seriously. I done worked out tonight!
Try not to faint, I know it is hard.
Between the email banter from my two girls back and forth today and a discussion with Cluss this morning, these women gave me the strength (and the guilt, thank you KegOfSunshine :P) to go forth and sweat.
After work, I had big plans man. BIG! HUGE!
I was gonna do dishes, scoop some kitty litter, switch out some laundry, then march upstairs and pop my Turbo Jam DVD in and move my flabby ass.
All was going well until I entered my living room (which, mind you, is FIVE steps from my office)... and the couch called to me. No seriously! It said "Tricia, come sit with me. I'm so lonely without you. wooooooooooeeeeeee."
... ok so, too much?
Anyway, I gave in and cuddled up with the blanket (I'm always cold after work, don't ask me why) and turned on the TV. The minute I settled in, guilt washed over me, and I thought to myself "Ok dude, but only for 30 minutes."
I watched the clock more than I watched whatever it was that was on TV. When it was 5 minutes 'til, I decided to ignore the clock and focus on what I was watching and get warm. The chime on our clock sang its little song, and i sat.
2 minutes later, I had just about convinced myself that tomorrow! totally tomorrow! I'll do it.
and then I heard kegOfSunshine in my head telling me she was going to call me tonight and check to see if I had worked out like I promised. I contemplated lying, and then immediately realized that even if i could lie to her (which I cant), I would feel so very very guilty.
And apparently the feeling of guilt is a motivator!
I kicked off the blanket, skipped the chores, and marched my lazy ass upstairs. Changed Clothes and worked out.
Yes.
And then I came down, did my chores like a good girl, and made dinner. Let's not discuss what I ate for dinner though. BABY STEPS PEOPLE.
And I STILL had time to stare at the wall tonight. Imagine that.
I took my vitamin this morning (check) and I had 4 24oz bottles of water today. I plan on having 1 or two more (check check check!).
I have had to pee A LOT today. In fact, Ive had so much water to drink today that I pooped water. No lie.
You're welcome.
Try not to faint, I know it is hard.
Between the email banter from my two girls back and forth today and a discussion with Cluss this morning, these women gave me the strength (and the guilt, thank you KegOfSunshine :P) to go forth and sweat.
After work, I had big plans man. BIG! HUGE!
I was gonna do dishes, scoop some kitty litter, switch out some laundry, then march upstairs and pop my Turbo Jam DVD in and move my flabby ass.
All was going well until I entered my living room (which, mind you, is FIVE steps from my office)... and the couch called to me. No seriously! It said "Tricia, come sit with me. I'm so lonely without you. wooooooooooeeeeeee."
... ok so, too much?
Anyway, I gave in and cuddled up with the blanket (I'm always cold after work, don't ask me why) and turned on the TV. The minute I settled in, guilt washed over me, and I thought to myself "Ok dude, but only for 30 minutes."
I watched the clock more than I watched whatever it was that was on TV. When it was 5 minutes 'til, I decided to ignore the clock and focus on what I was watching and get warm. The chime on our clock sang its little song, and i sat.
2 minutes later, I had just about convinced myself that tomorrow! totally tomorrow! I'll do it.
and then I heard kegOfSunshine in my head telling me she was going to call me tonight and check to see if I had worked out like I promised. I contemplated lying, and then immediately realized that even if i could lie to her (which I cant), I would feel so very very guilty.
And apparently the feeling of guilt is a motivator!
I kicked off the blanket, skipped the chores, and marched my lazy ass upstairs. Changed Clothes and worked out.
Yes.
And then I came down, did my chores like a good girl, and made dinner. Let's not discuss what I ate for dinner though. BABY STEPS PEOPLE.
And I STILL had time to stare at the wall tonight. Imagine that.
I took my vitamin this morning (check) and I had 4 24oz bottles of water today. I plan on having 1 or two more (check check check!).
I have had to pee A LOT today. In fact, Ive had so much water to drink today that I pooped water. No lie.
You're welcome.
Monday, February 04, 2008
In a Rut.
You ever notice how I make a declaration on here and there's a couple of updates regarding my progress and then it sorta disappears?
I'll give you two guesses what that means.
It means I lack follow-through and willpower and perseverance. The force of lazy and general suck is strong with me. I admit it openly and outwardly.
I have yet to go back to the gym. I smoke every so often. I have not lost a single pound. I have not purchased new jeans (did buy a belt though!). My water intake lacks in quantity and my vitamin intake is null.
I have two friends dear to my heart who made a pact with me in which we would workout, eat right, run a marathon (HA) and get hot and skinny and go to beach with no shame. We even discussed perhaps the carribbean and the like.
We promised to check in on each other and pester pester pester and motivate motivate motivate!
Thus far, I'm the only one who hasnt "womaned up", as it were.
I get emails from these two almost on a daily basis and seriously ladies, I cannot thank you enough for the persistence. Please do not stop.
I will admit, there is a gigantor part of me that wants to blame the bit of drama life has handed me in the last week or so, or the large quantities of work I have been doing or ....I DUNNO THE SUN SHINING. SOMETHING. I WANT TO BLAME SOMETHING.
I hit reply to these messages and begin to type the reason du jour, and then I find myself getting PISSED OFF. My heart starts to beat a little faster and my teeth start to grind because I know. deep down. There is no suitable excuse. I hit backspace and type "I KNOW. theres no acceptable excuses." Because, jesus christ Tricia. How hard is it to jump around to a workout tape for 30-45 minutes. I mean really.
I have every intention of working out. I set my alarm every night so that I will wake-up and have enough time to work out prior to logging in to work. And then I stay up til god knows when tossing and turning and thinking about this or that PLEASE SHUTUP BRAIN I NEED SLEEP. NO. SHUTUP. SERIOUSLY.
So my alarm goes off and I either hit snooze for the next however long, or I reset my alarm to wake up 20 minutes before I have to log in to work. And even then, I have to pry myself from the comfy clutches of my bed.
I love how I cant sleep all night but the morning. the morning is when i suddenly have no issue.
Oh look, an excuse! Excuse me while I FALL OVER IN UDDER SHOCK.
I get up and shower. vow to workout after work.
and then I .... ugh working out after work, its just not happening. who am i kidding?
and round and round we go.
I made brownies after dinner tonight. Ha Ha. I rule at this.
Guess I will try again tomorrow. Wish me luck.
I'll give you two guesses what that means.
It means I lack follow-through and willpower and perseverance. The force of lazy and general suck is strong with me. I admit it openly and outwardly.
I have yet to go back to the gym. I smoke every so often. I have not lost a single pound. I have not purchased new jeans (did buy a belt though!). My water intake lacks in quantity and my vitamin intake is null.
I have two friends dear to my heart who made a pact with me in which we would workout, eat right, run a marathon (HA) and get hot and skinny and go to beach with no shame. We even discussed perhaps the carribbean and the like.
We promised to check in on each other and pester pester pester and motivate motivate motivate!
Thus far, I'm the only one who hasnt "womaned up", as it were.
I get emails from these two almost on a daily basis and seriously ladies, I cannot thank you enough for the persistence. Please do not stop.
I will admit, there is a gigantor part of me that wants to blame the bit of drama life has handed me in the last week or so, or the large quantities of work I have been doing or ....I DUNNO THE SUN SHINING. SOMETHING. I WANT TO BLAME SOMETHING.
I hit reply to these messages and begin to type the reason du jour, and then I find myself getting PISSED OFF. My heart starts to beat a little faster and my teeth start to grind because I know. deep down. There is no suitable excuse. I hit backspace and type "I KNOW. theres no acceptable excuses." Because, jesus christ Tricia. How hard is it to jump around to a workout tape for 30-45 minutes. I mean really.
I have every intention of working out. I set my alarm every night so that I will wake-up and have enough time to work out prior to logging in to work. And then I stay up til god knows when tossing and turning and thinking about this or that PLEASE SHUTUP BRAIN I NEED SLEEP. NO. SHUTUP. SERIOUSLY.
So my alarm goes off and I either hit snooze for the next however long, or I reset my alarm to wake up 20 minutes before I have to log in to work. And even then, I have to pry myself from the comfy clutches of my bed.
I love how I cant sleep all night but the morning. the morning is when i suddenly have no issue.
Oh look, an excuse! Excuse me while I FALL OVER IN UDDER SHOCK.
I get up and shower. vow to workout after work.
and then I .... ugh working out after work, its just not happening. who am i kidding?
and round and round we go.
I made brownies after dinner tonight. Ha Ha. I rule at this.
Guess I will try again tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Surprising the un-surprisable. hmph.
Today is BF's b-day. BF is one of those low-key kinda guys, one of those like laid back "hey whatever man" kinda dudes that is pretty much cool with whatever, whenever, however and with whoever.
And that works out for us, cuz I'm more of the um...EXACT OPPOSITE.
PRINCESS NEEDS HER SHIT THE WAY SHE WANTS IT. HOW HARD IS IT DAMNIT!?!
I mean. hey dude, happy birfday! for really!
He's also the type of dude that never really wants a big to-do over him, or like occasions that involve all eyes on him. Birthdays being one of those occasions. So I try to squeeze in surprises where I can. Dinner at home, and like playing halo. It doesn't leave much for a girl to work with.
I asked him like a week ago what kinda cake he wanted. Did he want want one from the grocery store, or did he want me to make one?
Without hesitation, he said "Yeah! Harris Teeter cake!"
and while that sort of initially stung because, WTF he doesnt want ME to make him a cake? He wants a store-bought-stranger-made-cake? *blink* WTF! (Look at that. I made HIS birthday cake about me! I RULE at this!)
However, I will concede that the cake we bought for his Mom while his family was here (her bday is new years eve), was INCREDIBLE. so ok. fine. harris teeter it is.
he thought for a minute and said "or ooooooooo! a ice cream cake!"
cuz he's 5 apparently.
I didn't really react towards either suggestion (on the outside) cuz I was thinking this would be my chance to slide a bit of a surprise in there somehow.
Ice cream cake! When he's expecting Harris Teeter cake!
THE CREATIVITY BOGGLES THE MIND DOESNT IT!?!
Anyway, so I decide to go with a Coldstone Creamery cake, and while im choosing his cake online (what? go to the store? please people.) I found a specialty cake that used his favorite flavor but was combined with red velvet cake. And I didnt know whether he liked that type of cake, so I had to ask him if he likes red velvet cake.
Which. ha. I know. REALLY GONNA BLOW THE GUY OVER WITH YOUR DAMN CAKE NOW ARENTCHA!
Me: Do you like red velvet cake?
Him: Yes.
and that was it! So I thought... OK cool. He's gonna play nice and not question.
He gets home from work later and I swear the first thing out of his mouth was:
"So red velvet birthday cake eh?"
"shhh. you'll find out later"
so a day passes or so. He comes into the office where Im working and spies a flyer for cakes, coincidentally, on my desk.
He says "Baby Kakes?!"
I look in the direction he is looking "Oh. yeah. was in the mailbox." I pick it up and hand it to him.
"Do they by chance have...red velvet cake??? OH LOOK THEY DO"
I smile because "HA HA I WIN I WIN"
So today rolls around. and the poop decides to work from home.
I offer to pick up lunch since I have to go get his cake. and I apparently offered it up a little too fast because once I said it, he was all suspicious face, "you offered that up awfully fast"
oh shit. "oh. what do you mean! its your birthday! god! what do you mean!"
and ok. a litttle too much. but whatever. MUST. SURPRISE. HIM.
he says "ok well if you are gonna pick up the cake, ill call in the order for lunch after you leave"
damnit.
"just order it now dude."
cuz coldstone is right next to where i was picking up lunch.
Im growing tired of this story...
Anyway point is. he guessed it. before I could surprise him. shithead.
not that im the brilliant genius when it comes to hiding things either. but DAMNIT!
MUST YOU! RARRR!
and lets not even discuss his present which is currently on his way here. BECAUSE HE GUESSED THAT TOO.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. i wanted to surprise him with something. It's just not possible with suspicious face though *sigh*
did you get that? *I* wanted to surprise him.
again. about me.
ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL GET YOU MISTER. ONE OF THESE DAYS *shakes fist*
oh yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BF! HOPE YOU LIKED YOUR CAKE! LOVE YOU!
And that works out for us, cuz I'm more of the um...EXACT OPPOSITE.
PRINCESS NEEDS HER SHIT THE WAY SHE WANTS IT. HOW HARD IS IT DAMNIT!?!
I mean. hey dude, happy birfday! for really!
He's also the type of dude that never really wants a big to-do over him, or like occasions that involve all eyes on him. Birthdays being one of those occasions. So I try to squeeze in surprises where I can. Dinner at home, and like playing halo. It doesn't leave much for a girl to work with.
I asked him like a week ago what kinda cake he wanted. Did he want want one from the grocery store, or did he want me to make one?
Without hesitation, he said "Yeah! Harris Teeter cake!"
and while that sort of initially stung because, WTF he doesnt want ME to make him a cake? He wants a store-bought-stranger-made-cake? *blink* WTF! (Look at that. I made HIS birthday cake about me! I RULE at this!)
However, I will concede that the cake we bought for his Mom while his family was here (her bday is new years eve), was INCREDIBLE. so ok. fine. harris teeter it is.
he thought for a minute and said "or ooooooooo! a ice cream cake!"
cuz he's 5 apparently.
I didn't really react towards either suggestion (on the outside) cuz I was thinking this would be my chance to slide a bit of a surprise in there somehow.
Ice cream cake! When he's expecting Harris Teeter cake!
THE CREATIVITY BOGGLES THE MIND DOESNT IT!?!
Anyway, so I decide to go with a Coldstone Creamery cake, and while im choosing his cake online (what? go to the store? please people.) I found a specialty cake that used his favorite flavor but was combined with red velvet cake. And I didnt know whether he liked that type of cake, so I had to ask him if he likes red velvet cake.
Which. ha. I know. REALLY GONNA BLOW THE GUY OVER WITH YOUR DAMN CAKE NOW ARENTCHA!
Me: Do you like red velvet cake?
Him: Yes.
and that was it! So I thought... OK cool. He's gonna play nice and not question.
He gets home from work later and I swear the first thing out of his mouth was:
"So red velvet birthday cake eh?"
"shhh. you'll find out later"
so a day passes or so. He comes into the office where Im working and spies a flyer for cakes, coincidentally, on my desk.
He says "Baby Kakes?!"
I look in the direction he is looking "Oh. yeah. was in the mailbox." I pick it up and hand it to him.
"Do they by chance have...red velvet cake??? OH LOOK THEY DO"
I smile because "HA HA I WIN I WIN"
So today rolls around. and the poop decides to work from home.
I offer to pick up lunch since I have to go get his cake. and I apparently offered it up a little too fast because once I said it, he was all suspicious face, "you offered that up awfully fast"
oh shit. "oh. what do you mean! its your birthday! god! what do you mean!"
and ok. a litttle too much. but whatever. MUST. SURPRISE. HIM.
he says "ok well if you are gonna pick up the cake, ill call in the order for lunch after you leave"
damnit.
"just order it now dude."
cuz coldstone is right next to where i was picking up lunch.
Im growing tired of this story...
Anyway point is. he guessed it. before I could surprise him. shithead.
not that im the brilliant genius when it comes to hiding things either. but DAMNIT!
MUST YOU! RARRR!
and lets not even discuss his present which is currently on his way here. BECAUSE HE GUESSED THAT TOO.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. i wanted to surprise him with something. It's just not possible with suspicious face though *sigh*
did you get that? *I* wanted to surprise him.
again. about me.
ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL GET YOU MISTER. ONE OF THESE DAYS *shakes fist*
oh yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BF! HOPE YOU LIKED YOUR CAKE! LOVE YOU!
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
This message brought to you by the letter "L" for laundry.
Previous Evening: Set my alarm for 0930 so I would wake up at a reasonable hour...I was told that I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven, I told Bill that if Sandra is going to listen to her headphones while she's filing then I should be able to listen to the radio while I'm collating so I don't see why I should have to turn down the radio because I enjoy listening at a reasonable vol...
what?
oh hi!
Right so, I set my alarm for 0930 so we can getup at a reasonable hour our asses to the gym and also so that when I get up for work/gym thursday morning it wont hurt so bad.
0922: Call from my Dad, regarding some bill that got sent to the townhouse by mistake that was due in two days, and granted, I had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN. But JFC Dad :( why so early.
0930: Hit Snooze.
I musta done this ummmmmmmmmmm a lot. Cuz the next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes and squinting at the clock. 12:02. I rub my eyes because surely.....
sonofa.... :(
We both casually avoid mention of the gym and proceed with the rest of our day.
Showers.
I call out from the shower "Hey! we could go to the gym after lunch after we digest! Like at 3 or so?!"
His response: "Yup, sure could."
Go to Olive Garden for Soup, Salad and Breadsticks lunch. God that lunch rocks.
We also got the Alfredo dipping sauce. Shhh don't tell.
Home.
As soon as I walk in the door, I switch out the laundry and march upstairs. I spend a long time folding and putting away like 4 loads of laundry. We were back-logged from when our company was here. When I finally got around to maybe doing some laundry when they were here, they had hijacked the machines. *sigh*
and then, you know, I took like 3 days off from life to stare at the wall.
I've since done 2 more loads and I do believe that I have 2 more left in the hamper. It's like it never ends. Halp :(
Completed upstairs duty. Came down folded another load. Switched out laundry.
and then I took time out for recess.
I ripped open Dance Dance Revolution Universe (i heard that) and played for a while (p.s. I'm not that good...yet. But I will be, beleeee it.)
Then I played GH3 and unlocked Tom Morello and kicked his ass. woo woo!
Dinner at outback with some friends.
Back home, laundry folding, switching out laundry.
BF scooped litter and emptied the dishwasher. *faints*
Was a super super day, and I think I'm actually looking forward to working tomorrow... I think.
I'm leaving those last two loads for tomorrow cuz jimmmney christmas people! It's only two of us! How the HELL!
We somehow missed the gym though. No idea how that happened. *whistles* We shall try again tomorrow. All we can do is continue to try right? Until we do? WE HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS DAMNIT GET OFF MY ASS.
love you :)
Monthly count:
Gym = 0
Cigarettes = 8 (I stopped yesterday--oh shutup. I know I know)
Salads consumed = 2
Sodas consumed = 0
Sweet tea's consumed = 5 :( Goddamn I love sweet tea. This will be hard. K, you are my inspiration on this one. Keep it goin'!!!
Vitamins consumed = 0; I knew I was forgetting something. shoot.
8 glasses of water/day consumption met= 0
Pounds lost/gained = not sure yet. Gotta go to gym to weigh myself. ORRRRRRRRR I could go buy a scale. But this excuse works better for me.
K. Im stopping there cuz thats really enough to keep up with already.
what?
oh hi!
Right so, I set my alarm for 0930 so we can get
0922: Call from my Dad, regarding some bill that got sent to the townhouse by mistake that was due in two days, and granted, I had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN. But JFC Dad :( why so early.
0930: Hit Snooze.
I musta done this ummmmmmmmmmm a lot. Cuz the next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes and squinting at the clock. 12:02. I rub my eyes because surely.....
sonofa.... :(
We both casually avoid mention of the gym and proceed with the rest of our day.
Showers.
I call out from the shower "Hey! we could go to the gym after lunch after we digest! Like at 3 or so?!"
His response: "Yup, sure could."
Go to Olive Garden for Soup, Salad and Breadsticks lunch. God that lunch rocks.
We also got the Alfredo dipping sauce. Shhh don't tell.
Home.
As soon as I walk in the door, I switch out the laundry and march upstairs. I spend a long time folding and putting away like 4 loads of laundry. We were back-logged from when our company was here. When I finally got around to maybe doing some laundry when they were here, they had hijacked the machines. *sigh*
and then, you know, I took like 3 days off from life to stare at the wall.
I've since done 2 more loads and I do believe that I have 2 more left in the hamper. It's like it never ends. Halp :(
Completed upstairs duty. Came down folded another load. Switched out laundry.
and then I took time out for recess.
I ripped open Dance Dance Revolution Universe (i heard that) and played for a while (p.s. I'm not that good...yet. But I will be, beleeee it.)
Then I played GH3 and unlocked Tom Morello and kicked his ass. woo woo!
Dinner at outback with some friends.
Back home, laundry folding, switching out laundry.
BF scooped litter and emptied the dishwasher. *faints*
Was a super super day, and I think I'm actually looking forward to working tomorrow... I think.
I'm leaving those last two loads for tomorrow cuz jimmmney christmas people! It's only two of us! How the HELL!
We somehow missed the gym though. No idea how that happened. *whistles* We shall try again tomorrow. All we can do is continue to try right? Until we do? WE HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS DAMNIT GET OFF MY ASS.
love you :)
Monthly count:
Gym = 0
Cigarettes = 8 (I stopped yesterday--oh shutup. I know I know)
Salads consumed = 2
Sodas consumed = 0
Sweet tea's consumed = 5 :( Goddamn I love sweet tea. This will be hard. K, you are my inspiration on this one. Keep it goin'!!!
Vitamins consumed = 0; I knew I was forgetting something. shoot.
8 glasses of water/day consumption met= 0
Pounds lost/gained = not sure yet. Gotta go to gym to weigh myself. ORRRRRRRRR I could go buy a scale. But this excuse works better for me.
K. Im stopping there cuz thats really enough to keep up with already.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
New Year's Resolutions...
1. Realize that I don't bounce back as quickly as I used to after a night of drinking. Turn it down a notch please Tricia. God.
2. Quit Smoking (gotta keep those hobbies alive!)
3. Go to the Gym enough times that I cant count it on my one hand....in one year. (God, I suck) Lose weight. Get comfy in my skin again.
4. Read more--and not on an LCD screen.
5. Pay attention to the news even though I could really care less. It's just so negative. Bringing a sister down.
6. Make a concerted effort to finish unpacking the house. We made quite a large dent before all our company showed up, but it's not quite done yet.
7. Stop making excuses. Just do it already. Whatever "it" may be.
8. Be more self-aware before and during, and less after the fact, ok asshole? thx.
9. Be a better friend.
10. Get jeans that fit. M'fing Old Navy jeans are just retarded. They fit super for the first, I dunno 5 seconds, and then slowly begin to head south with each step I take, and I'm pulling them up all day long. Super irritating.
I lead a pretty blessed life if all I have to complain about are some crappy jeans though, eh? ;)
What are ya'lls resolutions?
2. Quit Smoking (gotta keep those hobbies alive!)
3. Go to the Gym enough times that I cant count it on my one hand....in one year. (God, I suck) Lose weight. Get comfy in my skin again.
4. Read more--and not on an LCD screen.
5. Pay attention to the news even though I could really care less. It's just so negative. Bringing a sister down.
6. Make a concerted effort to finish unpacking the house. We made quite a large dent before all our company showed up, but it's not quite done yet.
7. Stop making excuses. Just do it already. Whatever "it" may be.
8. Be more self-aware before and during, and less after the fact, ok asshole? thx.
9. Be a better friend.
10. Get jeans that fit. M'fing Old Navy jeans are just retarded. They fit super for the first, I dunno 5 seconds, and then slowly begin to head south with each step I take, and I'm pulling them up all day long. Super irritating.
I lead a pretty blessed life if all I have to complain about are some crappy jeans though, eh? ;)
What are ya'lls resolutions?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
I done got tagged...
I got tagged twice to do this thingy where I like.... say stuff... and like.
Oh fine, here's the directions, it's just easier.
Here's how you play:
2. IM STILL M'FING SMOKING. MOTHER OF HELL. WHY CANT I QUIT YOU :(
3. I have small feet. (ok. Im cheating. I know. I cant help it. Im drawing a blank!)
4. I am deathly afraid of falling. You can see this first-hand while watching me try to cross a parking lot covered in ice on foot. It will take me a ridiculous amount of time to reach my final destination. It's best to not wait. seriously. STOP LOOKING AT ME! I COULD FALL! MUST BE SAFE!
5. I fell a lot as a kid. I mean A LOT. pretty much every single day on the way to school. I bit it.
6. I was afraid of a lot as a kid. I did the slip and slide only once. and it hurt my ass. never again bub. never again. Never hung upside down on the monkey bars, never played much that involved a ball of any kind. I flinch. still do in fact. I dunno how to ride a bike. My brother tried teaching me when I was like I dunno 12--far older than when one usually learns to ride a bike. I was doing well, traveling downhill and a car came. I freaked. I jerked the handle bars, completely forgot about the crazy invention called breaks and my mouth met the curb. Lots of blood. Never again. I also dunno how to roller skate and you can just forget ice skating so dont even ask.
7. In college, I did this photography project with a classmate that involved ice skating. And I got to be the subject rather that the photographer. In my cat in the hat halloween costume. Because the idea of ice skating wasnt enough. I never let go of the side rail. At least we got a fucking A, that's all I have to say.
8. I swam a lot as a kid. I swam from morning til lunch time. Went home to eat. Came back and swam til the street lights came on. I was a freaking fish for several years. I had a killer tan and could do a backflip off the side of the pool. I tried to do it like a couple of years ago. Came quite close to smacking my head on the side. I maybe need to work on my jumping.
9. Elementary school age, was playing blind man with neighbor kids. It's a combination of hide and seek and like marco polo --that involved rocks. (I dunno.) I threw this HUGE rock at this kids forehead. He bled a lot. He looked at me in horror and said "IM GONNA TELL MY MOM" and I said "ok"--cuz what exactly do you say in that situation--with my hands covering my mouth, also horrified. I ran home and told my mom. My mom and dad ran over to their house and then to the store for butterfly bandaids. I cried for a full week. Received no sympathy from either of my parents--and rightly so. He was never mad at me, but he wasnt allowed to talk to me anymore. He moved away eventually. I saw him in high school? Or freshman year of college? BIG ASS SCAR ON HIS FOREHEAD. I suck. I STILL have no fucking clue why i did that. I remember thinking when i did it, "haha! I got you!" and then I saw the blood and thought "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!" Hello stupid. Huge rock. What where you thinking? I'm sorry Joseph :(
10. I like to think of myself as very self-aware. But I'm not usually self-aware until AFTER the fact, so self-aware or not. I'm still an asshole most of the time.
11. I really want to erase #9.
I pick:
1. Jay--cuz I said so.
2. Harmony - cuz, I loves you
3. Cluss - cuz I wanna know more about'cha
4. Teresa - cuz you've been tagged already and haven't done it yet. Shame on you missy ;)
5. Scott - cuz I know you wont do it. But, there's always that chance ;)
6. Tim - cuz you live the life now that I covet. So. Jealous.
7. Everybody else that I know doesnt have a blog. GET WITH THE TIMES PEOPLE. AND MAKE IT SNAPPY. You've got your first entry right here! DO IT.
8. Jen - to take your mind off being preggers and uncomfy :( Also, wanna know more.
9. Santa Claus
10. Tooth Fairy
(I ran out of names :( )
Consider this your tag. I'm a lazy whore.
Oh fine, here's the directions, it's just easier.
Here's how you play:
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog w/ 10 weird, random things, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment ("You're It") and to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me back, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can see your answers!
1. I'm right-handed, but do everything but write with my left. Almost ambidextrous. only... not.2. IM STILL M'FING SMOKING. MOTHER OF HELL. WHY CANT I QUIT YOU :(
3. I have small feet. (ok. Im cheating. I know. I cant help it. Im drawing a blank!)
4. I am deathly afraid of falling. You can see this first-hand while watching me try to cross a parking lot covered in ice on foot. It will take me a ridiculous amount of time to reach my final destination. It's best to not wait. seriously. STOP LOOKING AT ME! I COULD FALL! MUST BE SAFE!
5. I fell a lot as a kid. I mean A LOT. pretty much every single day on the way to school. I bit it.
6. I was afraid of a lot as a kid. I did the slip and slide only once. and it hurt my ass. never again bub. never again. Never hung upside down on the monkey bars, never played much that involved a ball of any kind. I flinch. still do in fact. I dunno how to ride a bike. My brother tried teaching me when I was like I dunno 12--far older than when one usually learns to ride a bike. I was doing well, traveling downhill and a car came. I freaked. I jerked the handle bars, completely forgot about the crazy invention called breaks and my mouth met the curb. Lots of blood. Never again. I also dunno how to roller skate and you can just forget ice skating so dont even ask.
7. In college, I did this photography project with a classmate that involved ice skating. And I got to be the subject rather that the photographer. In my cat in the hat halloween costume. Because the idea of ice skating wasnt enough. I never let go of the side rail. At least we got a fucking A, that's all I have to say.
8. I swam a lot as a kid. I swam from morning til lunch time. Went home to eat. Came back and swam til the street lights came on. I was a freaking fish for several years. I had a killer tan and could do a backflip off the side of the pool. I tried to do it like a couple of years ago. Came quite close to smacking my head on the side. I maybe need to work on my jumping.
9. Elementary school age, was playing blind man with neighbor kids. It's a combination of hide and seek and like marco polo --that involved rocks. (I dunno.) I threw this HUGE rock at this kids forehead. He bled a lot. He looked at me in horror and said "IM GONNA TELL MY MOM" and I said "ok"--cuz what exactly do you say in that situation--with my hands covering my mouth, also horrified. I ran home and told my mom. My mom and dad ran over to their house and then to the store for butterfly bandaids. I cried for a full week. Received no sympathy from either of my parents--and rightly so. He was never mad at me, but he wasnt allowed to talk to me anymore. He moved away eventually. I saw him in high school? Or freshman year of college? BIG ASS SCAR ON HIS FOREHEAD. I suck. I STILL have no fucking clue why i did that. I remember thinking when i did it, "haha! I got you!" and then I saw the blood and thought "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!" Hello stupid. Huge rock. What where you thinking? I'm sorry Joseph :(
10. I like to think of myself as very self-aware. But I'm not usually self-aware until AFTER the fact, so self-aware or not. I'm still an asshole most of the time.
11. I really want to erase #9.
I pick:
1. Jay--cuz I said so.
2. Harmony - cuz, I loves you
3. Cluss - cuz I wanna know more about'cha
4. Teresa - cuz you've been tagged already and haven't done it yet. Shame on you missy ;)
5. Scott - cuz I know you wont do it. But, there's always that chance ;)
6. Tim - cuz you live the life now that I covet. So. Jealous.
7. Everybody else that I know doesnt have a blog. GET WITH THE TIMES PEOPLE. AND MAKE IT SNAPPY. You've got your first entry right here! DO IT.
8. Jen - to take your mind off being preggers and uncomfy :( Also, wanna know more.
9. Santa Claus
10. Tooth Fairy
(I ran out of names :( )
Consider this your tag. I'm a lazy whore.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
and...I'm spent.
So, hi!
Can I just tell you how much this past month has been crazy? My schedule alone has been busy and lacked the time to just sit around and stare at the wall with my mouth hanging open for hours.
I do love to stare at the walls with my mouth hanging open. The drool is a bit of a problem, but hey. There's always a con.
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We had guests in our house for 10 days. Yeah... 10.
T-E-N.
I musta been on crack when I agreed to that man. Cuz holyyyyyyy crap. I'm one tired little lady now. Since my brother left this morning we have not moved from the couch. We ate leftovers (I know! Me! Leftovers! This is how much I didnt want to move.) I have yet to do the dishes today. We have watched a lot of TV and there has been a lot of staring at the wall.
I am loving every second.
My brother and sister-in-law showed up thursday the 20th, late afternoon--a day late, but hey whatever. They hung out til Saturday morning. Saturday evening, BF's family shows up and did not leave til the 28th. That's like. A LOT. more days than I would recommend. My brother and sister-in-law came back the evening of the 28th and left around one today.
whew. hang on. I need a minute.
Sunday before Xmas his family and I went shopping. yes. shopping! in the mall! Even though I made every goddamn effort to be completely done before they showed up so I wouldnt have to go. Only to be foiled by goddamn obligation. *shakes fist*
I so hate the mall dude.
Then then! THEN! The cooking commenced. Two full days of cooking. Of washing dishes. of running the dishwasher. of wiping down counters. of putting away dishes. of reading recipes. OF GOING TO THE GROCERY STORE YET FUCKING AGAIN.
Actually, we only went three times. What the hell am I whining about.
*grumble*
Dinner was consumed in like 5 seconds flat. so rewarding, isnt it?
I did actually enjoy the time spent with family, no matter how awful I make it sound. I'm leaving out the constant laughter and the late nights playing games, etc. His family really does know how to make a holiday special--and I mean that with absolutely no sarcasm.
Having said that, I sure am glad it's just me and BF again. Hosting people in your house is exhausting.
For new year's we usually rent a cabin and spend the new year with our friends drinking, eating, drinking, playing games, the traditional new years eve midnight mini bonfire with s'mores and champagne.
We arent doing that this year for a couple of reasons: 1. we didnt plan it, 2. we're tired of traveling 3. we're tired of traveling. Hanging in the house for a few days enjoying the silence sounds perfect to me.
AND! I don't have to go back to work til next Thursday. It's bliss. BLISS I TELLS YA.
Merry Belated Christmas/Holiday and Happy New Year Ya'll!
xoxoxoxo
Can I just tell you how much this past month has been crazy? My schedule alone has been busy and lacked the time to just sit around and stare at the wall with my mouth hanging open for hours.
I do love to stare at the walls with my mouth hanging open. The drool is a bit of a problem, but hey. There's always a con.
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We had guests in our house for 10 days. Yeah... 10.
T-E-N.
I musta been on crack when I agreed to that man. Cuz holyyyyyyy crap. I'm one tired little lady now. Since my brother left this morning we have not moved from the couch. We ate leftovers (I know! Me! Leftovers! This is how much I didnt want to move.) I have yet to do the dishes today. We have watched a lot of TV and there has been a lot of staring at the wall.
I am loving every second.
My brother and sister-in-law showed up thursday the 20th, late afternoon--a day late, but hey whatever. They hung out til Saturday morning. Saturday evening, BF's family shows up and did not leave til the 28th. That's like. A LOT. more days than I would recommend. My brother and sister-in-law came back the evening of the 28th and left around one today.
whew. hang on. I need a minute.
Sunday before Xmas his family and I went shopping. yes. shopping! in the mall! Even though I made every goddamn effort to be completely done before they showed up so I wouldnt have to go. Only to be foiled by goddamn obligation. *shakes fist*
I so hate the mall dude.
Then then! THEN! The cooking commenced. Two full days of cooking. Of washing dishes. of running the dishwasher. of wiping down counters. of putting away dishes. of reading recipes. OF GOING TO THE GROCERY STORE YET FUCKING AGAIN.
Actually, we only went three times. What the hell am I whining about.
*grumble*
Dinner was consumed in like 5 seconds flat. so rewarding, isnt it?
I did actually enjoy the time spent with family, no matter how awful I make it sound. I'm leaving out the constant laughter and the late nights playing games, etc. His family really does know how to make a holiday special--and I mean that with absolutely no sarcasm.
Having said that, I sure am glad it's just me and BF again. Hosting people in your house is exhausting.
For new year's we usually rent a cabin and spend the new year with our friends drinking, eating, drinking, playing games, the traditional new years eve midnight mini bonfire with s'mores and champagne.
We arent doing that this year for a couple of reasons: 1. we didnt plan it, 2. we're tired of traveling 3. we're tired of traveling. Hanging in the house for a few days enjoying the silence sounds perfect to me.
AND! I don't have to go back to work til next Thursday. It's bliss. BLISS I TELLS YA.
Merry Belated Christmas/Holiday and Happy New Year Ya'll!
xoxoxoxo
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
ding! fries are done!
So on my way to Virginia this past trip last week, I made some critical errors not 2 miles from my house. 1. I took the back way that BF insists is better than the way I go, so I figured why not give it a try 2. I went the wrong damn way on 485. Allow me to extrapolate:
I will begin with 2 because I didnt realize the error of #1 until I had performed and fixed #2. So I get towards the exits for the highway and I'm like "shit! is it east or west! west or east! oh no! oh no!" So I immediately text BF, who of course, was unreachable cuz I also tried calling him once he didnt answer my msg in 5 seconds. So I cue up the ol' Navigation system and it tells me to go west. OK! West it is.
I know exactly why I get confused with the east and the west and I would like to blame it on BF. Seriously, he does this every time. He gives me directions and I'm repeating em back in my head "ok west west west west weeeeeeest wicked witch of the west" and then he goes "errr, wait EAST I MEANT EAST" and so I try to erase that memory, which never works. So each time I am like "oh fuck, east or west" my mind says "WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST HA HA AM BRILLIANT! I REMEMBERED!"
So I am driving along and I notice the exit for BFs work--which ha, SO not the right way. So I get off the highway and getting ready to turn around and decide I need verification. So I call my Dad--who btw, I gained my geographically challenged gift from, but hey whatever.
"Dad, I'm an idiot and forgot which way I go on 485. Is it East or West? Do you remember?"
"Wait, what did you say?"
"EAST OR WEST ON 485" (Hi. I have the patience of a goldfish)
"Oh! Uhhh.... east or west...hmmm.... Well east right? cuz you're coming up here right" (he's a brilliant genius too it seems)
"OK, I'm turning around."
"Oh, well where are you?"
"..." seethe. "Im near brad's work, and the Navigation is trying to get me to take 77 which means I gotta take 81 to 66 and I dont wanna do that" (I learned later that, hello stupid, you can catch 85 off of 77)
"oh, yeah you are going the wrong way"
"..." no! ya dont say!-- and I'm not even PMS'ing. Imagine the possibilities.
So anyway, I turn around and I finally get a call from BF
"hey, whats up? Where ya at?"
"Oh, well I got confused about east vs. west so I went west and then passed by your work and figured that was the wrong way." [Passes exit I got on the first time]
"oh. yeah. thats the wrong way"
"yeah [then passes exit I normally get on]. oh shit. ha. and I just realized that the way I took to get on 485 was an exit BEFORE the one I normally get on. I tried your way for the hell of it"
"Uh... why would you do that?"
"Don't think I cant smack you through this phone bub."
"hehe"
"k well, im just now leaving then I guess and just wasted a half hour driving up and down 485."
"ya know ya coulda just taken 77 to 85"
"[lightbulb] oh umm. yeah. I know *cough*"
"uh huh"
I will begin with 2 because I didnt realize the error of #1 until I had performed and fixed #2. So I get towards the exits for the highway and I'm like "shit! is it east or west! west or east! oh no! oh no!" So I immediately text BF, who of course, was unreachable cuz I also tried calling him once he didnt answer my msg in 5 seconds. So I cue up the ol' Navigation system and it tells me to go west. OK! West it is.
I know exactly why I get confused with the east and the west and I would like to blame it on BF. Seriously, he does this every time. He gives me directions and I'm repeating em back in my head "ok west west west west weeeeeeest wicked witch of the west" and then he goes "errr, wait EAST I MEANT EAST" and so I try to erase that memory, which never works. So each time I am like "oh fuck, east or west" my mind says "WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST HA HA AM BRILLIANT! I REMEMBERED!"
So I am driving along and I notice the exit for BFs work--which ha, SO not the right way. So I get off the highway and getting ready to turn around and decide I need verification. So I call my Dad--who btw, I gained my geographically challenged gift from, but hey whatever.
"Dad, I'm an idiot and forgot which way I go on 485. Is it East or West? Do you remember?"
"Wait, what did you say?"
"EAST OR WEST ON 485" (Hi. I have the patience of a goldfish)
"Oh! Uhhh.... east or west...hmmm.... Well east right? cuz you're coming up here right" (he's a brilliant genius too it seems)
"OK, I'm turning around."
"Oh, well where are you?"
"..." seethe. "Im near brad's work, and the Navigation is trying to get me to take 77 which means I gotta take 81 to 66 and I dont wanna do that" (I learned later that, hello stupid, you can catch 85 off of 77)
"oh, yeah you are going the wrong way"
"..." no! ya dont say!-- and I'm not even PMS'ing. Imagine the possibilities.
So anyway, I turn around and I finally get a call from BF
"hey, whats up? Where ya at?"
"Oh, well I got confused about east vs. west so I went west and then passed by your work and figured that was the wrong way." [Passes exit I got on the first time]
"oh. yeah. thats the wrong way"
"yeah [then passes exit I normally get on]. oh shit. ha. and I just realized that the way I took to get on 485 was an exit BEFORE the one I normally get on. I tried your way for the hell of it"
"Uh... why would you do that?"
"Don't think I cant smack you through this phone bub."
"hehe"
"k well, im just now leaving then I guess and just wasted a half hour driving up and down 485."
"ya know ya coulda just taken 77 to 85"
"[lightbulb] oh umm. yeah. I know *cough*"
"uh huh"
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Ditzville, Population: 1
So BF and I went to Texas for thanksgiving. One of my brothers' was smart. and stayed in Texas.
Where its like warm. and the food is mighty tasty. mmm tacos....
ANYWAY. so theres apparently no direct flight from anyfrigginwherenearus to Austin so we had to fly from here to DFW and then from DFW to Austin. If you ask me, 20 minute flights are about the dumbest thing I've ever heard of, but what do I know.
So we get to the hotel around midnight cuz we just so happened to be traveling the same day that DFW decided to have a nice little power outage, and so we were about two hours behind in our fancy little schedule. Which, I know, isn't as bad as it totally could've been. I still say they should have backup generators for that noise. Planes in the air! They dunno where to go! It's madness!
So at the hotel we're unpacking and getting ready for bed. I go to my purse to pull out my cellphone to charge it up and I'm digging digging--this isn't abnormal for me since I have a gigantor purse and carry a lot of BS in my purse.
Digging, Digging...
Digging, Digging...
WTF?
digging! digging!
uhm...
DIGGING! DIGGING!
Then I turn the thing over and dump all the crap out. I have that Samsung A727 which is a candy bar phone thats the thickness of 3-4 credit cards so it's not always easy to find right away.
Except this time. I dont find it. Like anywhere.
I immediately check my jean pockets because surely I put it there.
Or OH! I KNOW! Laptop bag! Yes! No. Shit. Suitcase??? No! WTF! I check my sweater (which has no pockets, but hey whatever, it could happen). No! Damnit!
And then I flash to me, on the phone @ DFW airport with my brother giving him the low-down and how we're gonna get in late so I'm calling now so I don't wake you guys up later.
CUZ IM FRIGGIN KIND AND THOUGHTFUL.
And I sit there and think long and hard about what happened next. I ended the call, BF showed up with dinner (so very hungry by this time, btw).
Phone was in my hand.
Turned to the left to toss it in my purse.
Did I toss it? did it fall in the seam of the chair? Did I stand up and it fell off my lap and I didnt hear it cuz the announcer was busy ending my sense of hearing with her loud ass announcements? Did I eat it?
I remember phone in hand. and then ohhhhhhhhh hamburger! gimme!
shit I get distracted easily.
WTF HAPPENED OMG WHAT DO I DO!?!?!
So BF called the phone and it went straight to voicemail.
"oh yeah, it was dying so I turned it off"
THIS i can remember, but the final destination of my phone? Not so much.
So I'm like "aw shit" and I get online to figure out what I do now. I disable the phone and when I'm logging out, I see the sparkly iPhone--my precious--on the page calling out to me.
SO I BOUGHT AN iPHONE THE NEXT DAY. YES.
What can I say, I'm weak like that.
Two days later, I figured out that i also left my ipod mini on the plane from DFW to AUS.
I am no longer allowed to travel with fancy electronics.
BF still maintains that I did it on purpose. I swear to everything possible to swear to that I didnt....
but ha ha! sqweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I GOT AN iPHONE BITCHES!!!
iPhone purdy.
iPhone so friggin cool.
my precious.
So Cluss, this is why I didnt call. I lost my phone. True story. :(
Also, if anyone see's someone with a pink mini with MY NAME engraved on the back, you know what to do.
Where its like warm. and the food is mighty tasty. mmm tacos....
ANYWAY. so theres apparently no direct flight from anyfrigginwherenearus to Austin so we had to fly from here to DFW and then from DFW to Austin. If you ask me, 20 minute flights are about the dumbest thing I've ever heard of, but what do I know.
So we get to the hotel around midnight cuz we just so happened to be traveling the same day that DFW decided to have a nice little power outage, and so we were about two hours behind in our fancy little schedule. Which, I know, isn't as bad as it totally could've been. I still say they should have backup generators for that noise. Planes in the air! They dunno where to go! It's madness!
So at the hotel we're unpacking and getting ready for bed. I go to my purse to pull out my cellphone to charge it up and I'm digging digging--this isn't abnormal for me since I have a gigantor purse and carry a lot of BS in my purse.
Digging, Digging...
Digging, Digging...
WTF?
digging! digging!
uhm...
DIGGING! DIGGING!
Then I turn the thing over and dump all the crap out. I have that Samsung A727 which is a candy bar phone thats the thickness of 3-4 credit cards so it's not always easy to find right away.
Except this time. I dont find it. Like anywhere.
I immediately check my jean pockets because surely I put it there.
Or OH! I KNOW! Laptop bag! Yes! No. Shit. Suitcase??? No! WTF! I check my sweater (which has no pockets, but hey whatever, it could happen). No! Damnit!
And then I flash to me, on the phone @ DFW airport with my brother giving him the low-down and how we're gonna get in late so I'm calling now so I don't wake you guys up later.
CUZ IM FRIGGIN KIND AND THOUGHTFUL.
And I sit there and think long and hard about what happened next. I ended the call, BF showed up with dinner (so very hungry by this time, btw).
Phone was in my hand.
Turned to the left to toss it in my purse.
Did I toss it? did it fall in the seam of the chair? Did I stand up and it fell off my lap and I didnt hear it cuz the announcer was busy ending my sense of hearing with her loud ass announcements? Did I eat it?
I remember phone in hand. and then ohhhhhhhhh hamburger! gimme!
shit I get distracted easily.
WTF HAPPENED OMG WHAT DO I DO!?!?!
So BF called the phone and it went straight to voicemail.
"oh yeah, it was dying so I turned it off"
THIS i can remember, but the final destination of my phone? Not so much.
So I'm like "aw shit" and I get online to figure out what I do now. I disable the phone and when I'm logging out, I see the sparkly iPhone--my precious--on the page calling out to me.
SO I BOUGHT AN iPHONE THE NEXT DAY. YES.
What can I say, I'm weak like that.
Two days later, I figured out that i also left my ipod mini on the plane from DFW to AUS.
I am no longer allowed to travel with fancy electronics.
BF still maintains that I did it on purpose. I swear to everything possible to swear to that I didnt....
but ha ha! sqweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I GOT AN iPHONE BITCHES!!!
iPhone purdy.
iPhone so friggin cool.
my precious.
So Cluss, this is why I didnt call. I lost my phone. True story. :(
Also, if anyone see's someone with a pink mini with MY NAME engraved on the back, you know what to do.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The one about the Grocery Store and the .... thriller video? What?
A discussion I just had with BF:
BF: Hey, so what was the plan for dinner?
Me: [Swedish] Meatballs
Me: but I have no noodles :(
BF: that's serious
Me: don't I know it
BF: then we shall do Chinese?
Me: wow you'll do anything to get out of going to the store
BF: Yes
hmph.
I find myself hating the grocery store more and more lately. I mean once I am there, it's not bad. It's the going and more specifically, going by MYSELF thats asstastic.
Don't ask me why I NEED him there, cuz lord knows he irritates the shit out of me the whole time we are there: "OK done? Are we done? How about now? Done yet? Seriously, let's be done now. Cmon. How about Now?"
And yes, I do have to fight the urge to smack his face off when he does that. But it doesnt stop me from wanting him to be there. Most of the time, I do go by myself cuz he makes this HUGE issue about him accompanying me. He says its cuz he used to have to go with his Mom when he was a kid.
My response: " *blink* Were there like, evil trolls at the store you guys went to or what?"
Him: "Very funny. No, I just don't like it"
Hardly sufficient justification my friend.
The combination of being by myself, and the fact that I inevitably end up seeing no less than 5 couples shopping happily together makes for a moody Tricia, and I end up arriving at home, groceries in tow, in full on bitch mode (more so than usual, I mean--I heard that!). And really, that just makes life harder (for him).
When I was a kid, I LOVED going to the grocery store. I even had names for the different types of shopping--and I'm not even kidding.
There was regular shopping, and there was.....POWER SHOPPING! Genius, No? Power Shopping is the kind where you have to lean over the side of the cart to see where you are going cuz you bought that much stuff.
Yes, I was an odd child. That shouldn't surprise you.
I also thought Kirk Cameron was a greek god (I AM A GOLDEN GOD!) among men. And that my brothers were the most awesomest guys EVAR IN THE WORLD, that my best friend Angel had the coolest cat around, named "Slammer" -- he was a persian with no tail. Wonder how he got his name. My favorite song was Dead or Alive's "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" and I was deathly afraid of the Thriller video....
Oh look, I went all off topic again.
The bit about my brothers is still totally true though.
I really don't know why I care so much. All I know is.... my teeth grind unconsciously at the thought of having to go shopping for the week. Why can't the stuff just appear in my pantry. Is that an unreasonable request? I don't think so.
BF: Hey, so what was the plan for dinner?
Me: [Swedish] Meatballs
Me: but I have no noodles :(
BF: that's serious
Me: don't I know it
BF: then we shall do Chinese?
Me: wow you'll do anything to get out of going to the store
BF: Yes
hmph.
I find myself hating the grocery store more and more lately. I mean once I am there, it's not bad. It's the going and more specifically, going by MYSELF thats asstastic.
Don't ask me why I NEED him there, cuz lord knows he irritates the shit out of me the whole time we are there: "OK done? Are we done? How about now? Done yet? Seriously, let's be done now. Cmon. How about Now?"
And yes, I do have to fight the urge to smack his face off when he does that. But it doesnt stop me from wanting him to be there. Most of the time, I do go by myself cuz he makes this HUGE issue about him accompanying me. He says its cuz he used to have to go with his Mom when he was a kid.
My response: " *blink* Were there like, evil trolls at the store you guys went to or what?"
Him: "Very funny. No, I just don't like it"
Hardly sufficient justification my friend.
The combination of being by myself, and the fact that I inevitably end up seeing no less than 5 couples shopping happily together makes for a moody Tricia, and I end up arriving at home, groceries in tow, in full on bitch mode (more so than usual, I mean--I heard that!). And really, that just makes life harder (for him).
When I was a kid, I LOVED going to the grocery store. I even had names for the different types of shopping--and I'm not even kidding.
There was regular shopping, and there was.....POWER SHOPPING! Genius, No? Power Shopping is the kind where you have to lean over the side of the cart to see where you are going cuz you bought that much stuff.
Yes, I was an odd child. That shouldn't surprise you.
I also thought Kirk Cameron was a greek god (I AM A GOLDEN GOD!) among men. And that my brothers were the most awesomest guys EVAR IN THE WORLD, that my best friend Angel had the coolest cat around, named "Slammer" -- he was a persian with no tail. Wonder how he got his name. My favorite song was Dead or Alive's "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" and I was deathly afraid of the Thriller video....
Oh look, I went all off topic again.
The bit about my brothers is still totally true though.
I really don't know why I care so much. All I know is.... my teeth grind unconsciously at the thought of having to go shopping for the week. Why can't the stuff just appear in my pantry. Is that an unreasonable request? I don't think so.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
So it appears that I suck at this whole blogging thing...
I'm all "I shall start running! "
"BELEE IT!"
and then I get the evil cold of Satan and am sick for two weeks.
But hey, I'm better now, thanks for asking.
Still have not gone to the gym yet. What can I say, I am all about the follow through these days.
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House is still............gorgeous and not umm....unpacked.
But hey! We have new furnitures! So theres that!
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I'm like uh addicted to playing xbox, though I only play puzzle arcade games...
but hey! I did play halo 3 once or twice! That vindicates me! Right?
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As you can see, I really have nothing to talk about. I think possibly my brain came out through my nostrils at one point.
No, I'm pretty sure of it. Cuz I stare into space with my mouth hanging open lots more than i used to.
Promise Ill have something next time.
No really.
"BELEE IT!"
and then I get the evil cold of Satan and am sick for two weeks.
But hey, I'm better now, thanks for asking.
Still have not gone to the gym yet. What can I say, I am all about the follow through these days.
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House is still............gorgeous and not umm....unpacked.
But hey! We have new furnitures! So theres that!
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I'm like uh addicted to playing xbox, though I only play puzzle arcade games...
but hey! I did play halo 3 once or twice! That vindicates me! Right?
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As you can see, I really have nothing to talk about. I think possibly my brain came out through my nostrils at one point.
No, I'm pretty sure of it. Cuz I stare into space with my mouth hanging open lots more than i used to.
Promise Ill have something next time.
No really.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Hypocrite.
It's funny how quickly your perspectives change. Like when I first moved to Charlotte, people would talk about "traffic" and I would give them a knowing eye-roll and say "Yeah, you don't know what traffic is you! you! unbelievable traffic not knower!"
Because I enjoy being rude and obnoxious, apparently. Also, very quick on my feet with the name calling.
A month and a half has now passed and I have found myself umm "chilling out," as they say, when it comes to aggression and anger while driving. This became apparent earlier this week, Sunday, when I was driving up here for work. Traffic wasn't bad, people were following the rules of the road, and it was a gorgeous day. Then I passed King's Dominion and people got all STUPID for no apparent reason.
People started breaking hard for no reason--or ok MAYBE there was a cop on the side of the road tagging someone for speeding, but why do we all have to stop and look? Never seen somebody get a ticket? Here's what you do. Get on 95 and go like 120 MPH. I'll bet you will see someone get a ticket then.
and the weaving. Really? Don't you get tired of jockeying for position only to be foiled by somebody driving slow, or as the old folks call it--THE SPEED LIMIT.
Anyway, so it was weird to me to see people change how they drove once we got into this area.
The picture here was taken on my way to work... Traffic... at 0615. (It's Traffic with a capitol "T" because it's ridiculous and therefore requires it.)
That's 6:15 in the A-M. Now, previously, this would have been a normal thing. But I found myself responding to a comment a friend left on this photo and I actually typed "God. I hate this place."
A year ago, I was all "wheeeeeeeeeeee! I love this area!" and "Traffic?! psssssssssssh. dont be a wussy. Leave earlier. It's just how it is. Buck up soldier!"
When I took this picture, I had just said to myself "ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME?!?!"
"Friggin." Cuz I am trying not to cuss so much. I'm told that Lady's don't cuss. I'd like to know when this shit happen cuz all the fucking lady's I know cuss god damnit.
oops.
Anyway, so now, I am not only a lazy person with unusually small feet and lack of any kind of willpower or sense of direction who cusses like a sailor, I am also a hypocrite. *bow*
It's good to be self-aware in this day and age, no?
Also. No idea what that smoke stack is about. Wonder what was on fire in the hood?
Because I enjoy being rude and obnoxious, apparently. Also, very quick on my feet with the name calling.
A month and a half has now passed and I have found myself umm "chilling out," as they say, when it comes to aggression and anger while driving. This became apparent earlier this week, Sunday, when I was driving up here for work. Traffic wasn't bad, people were following the rules of the road, and it was a gorgeous day. Then I passed King's Dominion and people got all STUPID for no apparent reason.
People started breaking hard for no reason--or ok MAYBE there was a cop on the side of the road tagging someone for speeding, but why do we all have to stop and look? Never seen somebody get a ticket? Here's what you do. Get on 95 and go like 120 MPH. I'll bet you will see someone get a ticket then.
and the weaving. Really? Don't you get tired of jockeying for position only to be foiled by somebody driving slow, or as the old folks call it--THE SPEED LIMIT.
Anyway, so it was weird to me to see people change how they drove once we got into this area.
The picture here was taken on my way to work... Traffic... at 0615. (It's Traffic with a capitol "T" because it's ridiculous and therefore requires it.)
That's 6:15 in the A-M. Now, previously, this would have been a normal thing. But I found myself responding to a comment a friend left on this photo and I actually typed "God. I hate this place."
A year ago, I was all "wheeeeeeeeeeee! I love this area!" and "Traffic?! psssssssssssh. dont be a wussy. Leave earlier. It's just how it is. Buck up soldier!"
When I took this picture, I had just said to myself "ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME?!?!"
"Friggin." Cuz I am trying not to cuss so much. I'm told that Lady's don't cuss. I'd like to know when this shit happen cuz all the fucking lady's I know cuss god damnit.
oops.
Anyway, so now, I am not only a lazy person with unusually small feet and lack of any kind of willpower or sense of direction who cusses like a sailor, I am also a hypocrite. *bow*
It's good to be self-aware in this day and age, no?
Also. No idea what that smoke stack is about. Wonder what was on fire in the hood?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Because I'm amused easily
Avast Ye Mateys!!!!
Hey, let' have another blog post today about Talk Like A Pirate Day! Ok? OK!
and speaking of which, Merry Talk Like A Pirate Day, Survy Dog!
or... something.
Flickr has "Arrrr!" as a language setting, and it's entertainment for days, people. DAYS I tells ya. Or you know... for me anyway.
Exhibit A: Yeah I dunno if this is gonna put the photo above or below or uhh what. Flickr Blogging is hard :(
[Edited to Add: Oh fancy, its to the side all floating. Flickr is all kinds of cool.]
So yeah, anyway. Beware the sea's scourge, ya'll.
Hey, let' have another blog post today about Talk Like A Pirate Day! Ok? OK!
and speaking of which, Merry Talk Like A Pirate Day, Survy Dog!
or... something.
Flickr has "Arrrr!" as a language setting, and it's entertainment for days, people. DAYS I tells ya. Or you know... for me anyway.
Exhibit A: Yeah I dunno if this is gonna put the photo above or below or uhh what. Flickr Blogging is hard :(
[Edited to Add: Oh fancy, its to the side all floating. Flickr is all kinds of cool.]
So yeah, anyway. Beware the sea's scourge, ya'll.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
where she makes ANOTHER friggin declaration...
Monday, after work, BF and I went over to the local YMCA and signed our unhealthy butts up for some gooey gym goodness.
It's now thursday, and neither of us have gone yet, cuz that is how we roll.
We rule like that.
Ever since I can remember, running has been a negative in my life. Athletics in general, but running specifically. I never was very good at it. Always the last one in on mile running day AFTER the fat kid. Then I was the fat kid and then... oh nevermind. you get it.
I joined band in middle school to get out of gym so I wouldnt have to run. But, turns out. We still had gym... with our band mates!
SUPER!
THEN I joined pep squad in high school to get out of gym but those bitches made us run too. And then it turned out that you only get a half credit for pep squad a year and they require 1.5 credits of gym for graduation. So my ass was in gym. AFTER ALL THAT. I STILL. ENDED UP IN GYM.
ahem.
Anyway, sometime in college I started having this dream. Where I was running around a track and in the middle of the track was like a park where all the people that I've known in my lifetime were there waving to me, cheering me on (either that or laughing, who the hell knows for sure). After having this dream for two months straight, I thought "HEY! MAYBE I SHOULD RUN OR SOMETHING!"
CUZ. AM BRILLIANT GENIUS.
so I got a treadmill for christmas. and ran/walked for 2 weeks and then stopped.
and that was that.
cuz, you know, im all about sticking to something. *cough*
ANYWAY. So a friend of mine is starting up this running thing and now im all gun-ho about it. Because I am apparently easily motivated by others actions...this is not a bad thing. SO GUESS WHO IS GONNA START RUNNING!!!!
Don't think I can't hear you laughing!!!
So like tomorrow morning, if BF doesnt turn off the alarm. My ass will be in the gym DYING on a treadmill. And I will do so for many days to come.
I so decree.
(CAN STILL HEAR YOU SNICKERING YOU POOPS!)
It's now thursday, and neither of us have gone yet, cuz that is how we roll.
We rule like that.
Ever since I can remember, running has been a negative in my life. Athletics in general, but running specifically. I never was very good at it. Always the last one in on mile running day AFTER the fat kid. Then I was the fat kid and then... oh nevermind. you get it.
I joined band in middle school to get out of gym so I wouldnt have to run. But, turns out. We still had gym... with our band mates!
SUPER!
THEN I joined pep squad in high school to get out of gym but those bitches made us run too. And then it turned out that you only get a half credit for pep squad a year and they require 1.5 credits of gym for graduation. So my ass was in gym. AFTER ALL THAT. I STILL. ENDED UP IN GYM.
ahem.
Anyway, sometime in college I started having this dream. Where I was running around a track and in the middle of the track was like a park where all the people that I've known in my lifetime were there waving to me, cheering me on (either that or laughing, who the hell knows for sure). After having this dream for two months straight, I thought "HEY! MAYBE I SHOULD RUN OR SOMETHING!"
CUZ. AM BRILLIANT GENIUS.
so I got a treadmill for christmas. and ran/walked for 2 weeks and then stopped.
and that was that.
cuz, you know, im all about sticking to something. *cough*
ANYWAY. So a friend of mine is starting up this running thing and now im all gun-ho about it. Because I am apparently easily motivated by others actions...this is not a bad thing. SO GUESS WHO IS GONNA START RUNNING!!!!
Don't think I can't hear you laughing!!!
So like tomorrow morning, if BF doesnt turn off the alarm. My ass will be in the gym DYING on a treadmill. And I will do so for many days to come.
I so decree.
(CAN STILL HEAR YOU SNICKERING YOU POOPS!)
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
On gettin' hitched...
K... how many people went "omg! nfw! wtf!"
cuz omg,wtf nfw. Pigs aren't flying yet.
nonono K & J! They is married!
Congratulations you guys :) It was all so beautiful. Hope you are enjoying your honeymoon. Call me when you get back and tell me all about it pls/thx.
Love you guys :P
cuz omg,wtf nfw. Pigs aren't flying yet.
nonono K & J! They is married!
Congratulations you guys :) It was all so beautiful. Hope you are enjoying your honeymoon. Call me when you get back and tell me all about it pls/thx.
Love you guys :P
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