So I have lots to talk about but no time to write right now!! Love the holiday rush!
Merry Christmas everyone and watch for more humorous stories coming soon :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Crazy Thanksgiving... Part One
This is David and my second Thanksgiving and I still do not understand the big family thing since when I grew up it was just my mom and I. Well to put it bluntly David was told that I was loved more than he. Everyone was hoping I was going to come in with a ring and it would be official. To all their dismay this was not the case.
I know that this is it and now I am in the home stretch of my dating life. I do not know how I feel about this. Sometimes it is refreshing to know I never again will have to worry about "will he call again" "is he a player". At the same time I do not know if I am ready to have this be the end of my single days. I truly love him and am more than happy, but marriage? Well that is not what this blog is about and I am sure that one day when I am able to put words to my feelings I will be blogging a very long blog about this. This particular blog is about the craziness of what happened due to the lack of bling on my finger. His cousins Frick and Frack, whom I have come to love busted out in a song I have never heard, Single Ladies by Beyonce. They also started to reenact the AMA performance by her. These two remind me of Fraggles when they get in to this mood. Bouncing and singing like kids. To clear this up, they are older than I am. Fricks mom even was playing the song in the background. Everyone was hoopin and hollerin, the craziness of a family brought together by one cause. Last year no one would talk to me now all they did was bother me. Big Familys? Sooo confusing.
I know that this is it and now I am in the home stretch of my dating life. I do not know how I feel about this. Sometimes it is refreshing to know I never again will have to worry about "will he call again" "is he a player". At the same time I do not know if I am ready to have this be the end of my single days. I truly love him and am more than happy, but marriage? Well that is not what this blog is about and I am sure that one day when I am able to put words to my feelings I will be blogging a very long blog about this. This particular blog is about the craziness of what happened due to the lack of bling on my finger. His cousins Frick and Frack, whom I have come to love busted out in a song I have never heard, Single Ladies by Beyonce. They also started to reenact the AMA performance by her. These two remind me of Fraggles when they get in to this mood. Bouncing and singing like kids. To clear this up, they are older than I am. Fricks mom even was playing the song in the background. Everyone was hoopin and hollerin, the craziness of a family brought together by one cause. Last year no one would talk to me now all they did was bother me. Big Familys? Sooo confusing.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Back to eighth grade...
Now that the Holiday weekend is over and everyone is gone I am back to being in control of my life and not being pulled in all sorts of directions. Maybe a Holiday week wasn't the best time to start blogging regulatory.
I will eventually get to the events of the week. I am assuming it will be as soon as I can get the person I work with out of my head, Adam.
Has anyone else ever noticed someone you constantly come across? I am not one of those girls who go around checking out every guy who walks past me or every man standing at the bar. Sometimes there are ones who strikes me, it is like they are my brain's crack. My heart knows it is spoken for and it is very much in love but my head can not stop wondering about them. It is usually stupid things and I have no problem forgetting about them. Once in a while I actually go all Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man about these random guys. Every time I see Adam its like I am in eighth grade and suddenly can not construct a coherent sentence. Hell, ninety percent of the time I can not even speak?? Who does that? I have worked with men for 11 years and some of them are RIDICULOUSLY attractive, rarely am I rendered speechless. Its not like I have nothing in common with him. He is retired Navy, I am gun hoe military, I WAS A BLOODY AQUATICS DIRECTOR, I truly get the water obsession!! He is going to school where I graduated from! We both are addicted to a football team that is incapable of winning. We both are sports coaches. If someone can explain why I can not even say "Have a good evening" it would be a great help.
I do not know if it is my imagination (you know that thing that comes around when your brain is on overload with things) but I actually think he is in the same boat which frightens me. When I walk I get that girl "someone is looking at me thing" and I look up and he does the look away thing (if any guy reads this, do not do that we see you). He randomly looks at me in the pool area, for no reason. Not the "help me" type of look or the " you have to be frigin kidding me" look. Its the same look I would give him. That is if I could stop looking at my feet. Its that "What the hell is going on look", you know the I am strangly drawn to you and I don't even know you one. The one time (seriously one and only) I talked to him he was tripping over his words and we both had verbal diarrhea. You all remember it just remember eighth grade. The type were you are both holding on to a conversation even if it means bringing up things you have no idea why you would tell someone barely know. I don't know maybe I am digging here. I don't even know if I am looking at him in a sexual way. Its like my head just wants him around.
Typically I am terrified of him and do not want to be in the same room with him for more than five minutes. Friday I did everything to avoid talking to him, I willing went to talk to someone who aggravates me. I have a meeting to go to Sunday and I do not want to go, because not only will he be there BUT I will have to get in to a swim suit. YEP stripped full of all security and completely vulnerable. Its not like he is a hottie by any means. He is average by all standards. About 5'10 about 190lbs (a little "fluffy") glasses. Most people would walk past him and not even look twice. He is nice and funny. Friday (that day were I avoided him) he was making fun of the lifeguard for the same thing, if he were not there, I would have ridiculed her for. Maybe I am just crazy.
Is it possible that I just strongly desire him to like me and want him to be my friend? If so I guess I am feeling more like a second grader and less like an eighth grader. Even though I never bought into the whole When Harry Met Sally concept of "Men and women can not be friends because the sex thing gets in the way" maybe subconsciously my head thinks that there are only three ways I can look at a man now since I am spoken for 1. Sex 2. Annoyed or 3. blankly. Maybe there is still a possibility of just wanting someone around because they would be a good friend. You know the Jacob way not the Edward way.
I know this probably makes no sense to anyone but I just have to get this all out before I go crazy.
I will eventually get to the events of the week. I am assuming it will be as soon as I can get the person I work with out of my head, Adam.
Has anyone else ever noticed someone you constantly come across? I am not one of those girls who go around checking out every guy who walks past me or every man standing at the bar. Sometimes there are ones who strikes me, it is like they are my brain's crack. My heart knows it is spoken for and it is very much in love but my head can not stop wondering about them. It is usually stupid things and I have no problem forgetting about them. Once in a while I actually go all Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man about these random guys. Every time I see Adam its like I am in eighth grade and suddenly can not construct a coherent sentence. Hell, ninety percent of the time I can not even speak?? Who does that? I have worked with men for 11 years and some of them are RIDICULOUSLY attractive, rarely am I rendered speechless. Its not like I have nothing in common with him. He is retired Navy, I am gun hoe military, I WAS A BLOODY AQUATICS DIRECTOR, I truly get the water obsession!! He is going to school where I graduated from! We both are addicted to a football team that is incapable of winning. We both are sports coaches. If someone can explain why I can not even say "Have a good evening" it would be a great help.
I do not know if it is my imagination (you know that thing that comes around when your brain is on overload with things) but I actually think he is in the same boat which frightens me. When I walk I get that girl "someone is looking at me thing" and I look up and he does the look away thing (if any guy reads this, do not do that we see you). He randomly looks at me in the pool area, for no reason. Not the "help me" type of look or the " you have to be frigin kidding me" look. Its the same look I would give him. That is if I could stop looking at my feet. Its that "What the hell is going on look", you know the I am strangly drawn to you and I don't even know you one. The one time (seriously one and only) I talked to him he was tripping over his words and we both had verbal diarrhea. You all remember it just remember eighth grade. The type were you are both holding on to a conversation even if it means bringing up things you have no idea why you would tell someone barely know. I don't know maybe I am digging here. I don't even know if I am looking at him in a sexual way. Its like my head just wants him around.
Typically I am terrified of him and do not want to be in the same room with him for more than five minutes. Friday I did everything to avoid talking to him, I willing went to talk to someone who aggravates me. I have a meeting to go to Sunday and I do not want to go, because not only will he be there BUT I will have to get in to a swim suit. YEP stripped full of all security and completely vulnerable. Its not like he is a hottie by any means. He is average by all standards. About 5'10 about 190lbs (a little "fluffy") glasses. Most people would walk past him and not even look twice. He is nice and funny. Friday (that day were I avoided him) he was making fun of the lifeguard for the same thing, if he were not there, I would have ridiculed her for. Maybe I am just crazy.
Is it possible that I just strongly desire him to like me and want him to be my friend? If so I guess I am feeling more like a second grader and less like an eighth grader. Even though I never bought into the whole When Harry Met Sally concept of "Men and women can not be friends because the sex thing gets in the way" maybe subconsciously my head thinks that there are only three ways I can look at a man now since I am spoken for 1. Sex 2. Annoyed or 3. blankly. Maybe there is still a possibility of just wanting someone around because they would be a good friend. You know the Jacob way not the Edward way.
I know this probably makes no sense to anyone but I just have to get this all out before I go crazy.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
WGMG: Mothers and THEIR way!
As it is, tomorrow is Thanksgiving ( Are you not all glad I made you aware of this??) While reading one of my many favorite blogs Just a Girl a small but wonderful point was brought to my attention and since it is Wednesday and I vowed to make my Wednesdays about weekly things that grind my gears I figured in the spirit of the Holidays I will make it as light and humorous as humanly possible. So this week is is Mothers and their impossible "My way or the highway" out look especially with Holidays.
Is it me or is it a common feeling with mothers that all things MUST be the way they do them? Whether it is cooking, cleaning or personal beliefs; all of these must be done the way they do them or else...
OH the nagging, the silent treatment and then the look!! Which does not stop till someone complements you on a job well done then you become the child sent
straight from the heavens and the sun now shines out your bum.My moms can't cook but pretends she knows how one should cook. These are the following rules...
- You only must use one pan
- Clean as you go
- Everything MUST be cooked at 450
- If it is not burnt and smoking it must not be done
Cleaning is her other nagging point if the throw pillow is not at the right angle on the couch the whole room is a mess. Holy Satan, Zeus and Buddha if there is one stray dog hair the earth may open up and I may at that moment be swallowed alive in to Hades.
These are just a few of my mothers "unique" sides. Also being the number one reason that I will NOT hold the Holidays at my house till I have children and can tell my mother were to shove her ridiculous standers. I will pray for those of you who will be entertaining the fam. Number one prayer going out to Little Miss Pissy (another awesome blog you must check out) this is her first one and because lists are cool.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Major Player List: Douglas
I have a lot of major players in my life. You know the ones who effect you daily. I figure I will start introducing them as I feel the necessity to. The first one is Douglas, my best friend. With out him I do not know who I would be to today. As a girl always around jock itch I try to not get attached to many guys since I tend to be the first voted off the island when a hotter new model is intimated by me starts coming around. Not with Douglas.
He is my own hero. I would not call him the man of any ones dreams then again he has projectile vomited on me many times. He is in the service or technically was. He is currently going to school to be a life timer in our military and I love him for it. He makes sure that the hooker of his dreams (they rotate every few years, he is a serial long term dater) knows who I am and that I am more than just a chick, I am the chick. I am more important to him than his military buddies and most of his family. We are very odd and we like just being us. I bring out a side of him that the college kids he is around have never seen. I have made him cry and laugh, the stories are never ending and I am sure they will live forever in this blog at some point. I love him whole heartily and need his approval for and major life steps. He sugar coats nothing and only supports me if it is truly in my best interest.
There has been many times if I wonder if we should be together, those moments are infrequent and only stick around for minutes. Since then I realize with whom I am thinking of and see him for him. He is truly my brother, best friend, Husband and son all wrapped in one obnoxious package.
I bring him up because Thursday I will get him a way from his 21 (hooker at the moment, whom I happen to love dearly) and I will also be away from my side kick (boyfriend, we will call him Dave). Let me give you a better insight on 21, we are very close and have become so through many trying moments in her and Douglas' attempts to live as "one". 21 likes to come to me for advise, but as any 20 some yr old does never listens (we have all bee that type of 20 some yr old). Dave and I am getting serious and I don't know how Douglas is taking it. For that matter I do not know how I am taking it. As it goes for Douglas and I, though we talk often 21 lives with him and rarely am with out mine. All I know is we are in new territory. In relationships is where Douglas and I differ. I like to see what is out there where he hates change and the getting to know you stage. I think I am permanently done dating for kicks. This may be it and I need Douglas' blessing to think about it full heartily. There is a couple other things I need to get past too and I am sure they will all get aired, eventually for people to weigh in on and to get them off my mind.
For right now I am wondering how to tell my best friend that he may not be the number one man in my life. Though I do not know if Dave is the "ONE" I do know what I am looking for and may just be on my way to finding that. This breaks my heart. Its like on Thursday part of me is going to die. I am sorry that this one is so random but I think that is what blogs are for?!
He is my own hero. I would not call him the man of any ones dreams then again he has projectile vomited on me many times. He is in the service or technically was. He is currently going to school to be a life timer in our military and I love him for it. He makes sure that the hooker of his dreams (they rotate every few years, he is a serial long term dater) knows who I am and that I am more than just a chick, I am the chick. I am more important to him than his military buddies and most of his family. We are very odd and we like just being us. I bring out a side of him that the college kids he is around have never seen. I have made him cry and laugh, the stories are never ending and I am sure they will live forever in this blog at some point. I love him whole heartily and need his approval for and major life steps. He sugar coats nothing and only supports me if it is truly in my best interest.
There has been many times if I wonder if we should be together, those moments are infrequent and only stick around for minutes. Since then I realize with whom I am thinking of and see him for him. He is truly my brother, best friend, Husband and son all wrapped in one obnoxious package.
I bring him up because Thursday I will get him a way from his 21 (hooker at the moment, whom I happen to love dearly) and I will also be away from my side kick (boyfriend, we will call him Dave). Let me give you a better insight on 21, we are very close and have become so through many trying moments in her and Douglas' attempts to live as "one". 21 likes to come to me for advise, but as any 20 some yr old does never listens (we have all bee that type of 20 some yr old). Dave and I am getting serious and I don't know how Douglas is taking it. For that matter I do not know how I am taking it. As it goes for Douglas and I, though we talk often 21 lives with him and rarely am with out mine. All I know is we are in new territory. In relationships is where Douglas and I differ. I like to see what is out there where he hates change and the getting to know you stage. I think I am permanently done dating for kicks. This may be it and I need Douglas' blessing to think about it full heartily. There is a couple other things I need to get past too and I am sure they will all get aired, eventually for people to weigh in on and to get them off my mind.
For right now I am wondering how to tell my best friend that he may not be the number one man in my life. Though I do not know if Dave is the "ONE" I do know what I am looking for and may just be on my way to finding that. This breaks my heart. Its like on Thursday part of me is going to die. I am sorry that this one is so random but I think that is what blogs are for?!
What point are we grown ups?
Today at my work some whoha that works "with" me (I don't work in any of her departments but we are always in the building together) called me a kid. I am 26 years old! I am sick of being called a kid!! I have finished college, had a executive position in a corporation, lived on my own, have fed my dog and paid for his bill for the last 4 years and have seen MYSELF through major health complication, does this not qualify me as an adult??
Excuse me for wanting to further my education and taking a step down of the corporate world!! Oh wait one fricken second... she is a 50 yr old in house keeping!! On top of that she has the audacity to have prayer hands on her arm?? I thought A) God does not support defacing ones body and B) You should not judge other, unless you would like to have the same done un to you!!!
Oh I guess I should say the reason I was called a kid... I was wearing pajama pants and hat (I have a thing for silly winter hats, and since it is 29 degrees and a white out a hat is a necessity). I get that a typical person does not wear pajama pants to work... this morning I was lifeguarding!! In case you haven't noticed pools smell like chlorine and chlorine does not smell great, unless you like the smell of bleach saturated into your cloths. I am sorry but I spend money on my cloths and would like it if they did not reek of a pool. PJ pants cost what 10 dollars and I am positive my dog does not care that they smell funny and are discolored around the bottom!! So I ask you what now a days qualifies one as an adult? What I can tell it is something that you must look like and life accomplishment and practicability is NOT considered nor is life experience. I guess you just have to look old an withered and have a dead end job at the same time cut others down!!
People SUCK!
Excuse me for wanting to further my education and taking a step down of the corporate world!! Oh wait one fricken second... she is a 50 yr old in house keeping!! On top of that she has the audacity to have prayer hands on her arm?? I thought A) God does not support defacing ones body and B) You should not judge other, unless you would like to have the same done un to you!!!
Oh I guess I should say the reason I was called a kid... I was wearing pajama pants and hat (I have a thing for silly winter hats, and since it is 29 degrees and a white out a hat is a necessity). I get that a typical person does not wear pajama pants to work... this morning I was lifeguarding!! In case you haven't noticed pools smell like chlorine and chlorine does not smell great, unless you like the smell of bleach saturated into your cloths. I am sorry but I spend money on my cloths and would like it if they did not reek of a pool. PJ pants cost what 10 dollars and I am positive my dog does not care that they smell funny and are discolored around the bottom!! So I ask you what now a days qualifies one as an adult? What I can tell it is something that you must look like and life accomplishment and practicability is NOT considered nor is life experience. I guess you just have to look old an withered and have a dead end job at the same time cut others down!!
People SUCK!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Habitual goal setting
I have come to the conclusion that I set to many goals for my self and have to start choosing which are important and which can just become hobbies that do not impede my life.
I have just realized that at the ripe old age of 26 I have way more goals than I have time to achieve them, or at least achieving them in my set time frame. One thing I really want to do is write and in order to write well one must write often and though I have been aware of this for years I have yet to follow through on it. Unfortunately writing is one of those aspiration I am not willing to let die which mean it has to become a habit. One of the goals I have to lose is achieving all I can at work. Work is just a job. By no means do I intend to have it become a career and I think I must start repeating that frequently to my self.
I think I am the only person who has this many goal at this young/ old of an age. I am sure most 60 year olds have their days planned to a T and I know that any child you ask will rattle off at least 6 professions they dream of most of them requiring 6+ years of school. How many people in their late 20's have three different career goals requiring three degrees? This is not including the two they already have. I know it is the American dream to have the world and accomplish all you wildest desires but really how much is too much?
I have just realized that at the ripe old age of 26 I have way more goals than I have time to achieve them, or at least achieving them in my set time frame. One thing I really want to do is write and in order to write well one must write often and though I have been aware of this for years I have yet to follow through on it. Unfortunately writing is one of those aspiration I am not willing to let die which mean it has to become a habit. One of the goals I have to lose is achieving all I can at work. Work is just a job. By no means do I intend to have it become a career and I think I must start repeating that frequently to my self.
I think I am the only person who has this many goal at this young/ old of an age. I am sure most 60 year olds have their days planned to a T and I know that any child you ask will rattle off at least 6 professions they dream of most of them requiring 6+ years of school. How many people in their late 20's have three different career goals requiring three degrees? This is not including the two they already have. I know it is the American dream to have the world and accomplish all you wildest desires but really how much is too much?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
This week on WGMG: Asinine liberals
Wednesdays grind my gears.
I would first like to start by saying from now on Wednesday will be my observation day for me to vent on social issues I see around me. I typically do not like Wednesday and figure this will be something for me to look forward to. If you don't like what I say or like what I say comment away. If you don't want to read then don't. You have something that grinds your gears just post on!On to this weeks post (also my first post). I know it is Thursday but I would like to vent on this topic BEFORE the election.
Asinine liberals
WARNING: I do not want this blog to become a political free for all!!
I saw a bumper sticker that I believe has crossed the line. It is one that reads "He is not my President" I would like to point out that if you live in this country he IS your president! If you do not like this concept you have options; leave, vote or kill your self. Do not get me wrong in this fine country we have freedom of speech and I truly defend that right. I do not believe any one should be punished for their speech or opinion. We also elect our president in this country and that was set forth by out forefathers in our Constitution. In the Constitution we have many freedoms that most people in this world cannot fathom. We get to choose as Americans who our heads of state are. I do no like Obama but if he gets elected he will be my president and trust me I will vote against him. I have a question to all the liberals who agree with this bumper sticker... Who is your president? Who is the commander and chief of our brave man and women? Are you just living in you imagination? This is a fair, free country and unfortunately everyone does not always get their way. I personally am ecstatic that Al Gore was not president on 9/11. I do not like Bill Clinton and cannot believe that I will have to explain to my children who Monica Lewinsky was/is and why is she only talked about with cigar jokes. Guess what? He was my president too. I cannot wait till all this finical crisis falls on the laps that it truly deserves to lay in.
Pointing finger, name calling, denial, ignorance and worst of all temper tantrums when things do not go your way; shame on you! This is our fine country all in which we coexist helping this fine oiled machine work.I promise you this, the day I come into a plethora of money I promise to leave one way tickets to Iran for all the assholes who do not think they they live under the same laws that the rest of us Americans and they can feel free to go live in a nation that has no freedoms and most of its population has no rights!
Here are the bumper stickers that have just been discussed
WARNING: I do not want this blog to become a political free for all!!
I saw a bumper sticker that I believe has crossed the line. It is one that reads "He is not my President" I would like to point out that if you live in this country he IS your president! If you do not like this concept you have options; leave, vote or kill your self. Do not get me wrong in this fine country we have freedom of speech and I truly defend that right. I do not believe any one should be punished for their speech or opinion. We also elect our president in this country and that was set forth by out forefathers in our Constitution. In the Constitution we have many freedoms that most people in this world cannot fathom. We get to choose as Americans who our heads of state are. I do no like Obama but if he gets elected he will be my president and trust me I will vote against him. I have a question to all the liberals who agree with this bumper sticker... Who is your president? Who is the commander and chief of our brave man and women? Are you just living in you imagination? This is a fair, free country and unfortunately everyone does not always get their way. I personally am ecstatic that Al Gore was not president on 9/11. I do not like Bill Clinton and cannot believe that I will have to explain to my children who Monica Lewinsky was/is and why is she only talked about with cigar jokes. Guess what? He was my president too. I cannot wait till all this finical crisis falls on the laps that it truly deserves to lay in.
Pointing finger, name calling, denial, ignorance and worst of all temper tantrums when things do not go your way; shame on you! This is our fine country all in which we coexist helping this fine oiled machine work.I promise you this, the day I come into a plethora of money I promise to leave one way tickets to Iran for all the assholes who do not think they they live under the same laws that the rest of us Americans and they can feel free to go live in a nation that has no freedoms and most of its population has no rights!
Here are the bumper stickers that have just been discussed
*For these bumper stickers feel free to contact your local asinine liberal *
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