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One of those days

*WARNING* Rant session following.

So I guess it didn't just start off this morning, but last night.
Joe gets home late because he went to a work dinner.
I'm already in bed dozing.
He comes in and wakes me up, with the intention to do the thing that married couples do.
Anyone who knows me (especially someone who's been living with me for 3 years) should know that I do not like to be awakened.
Its a very fragile thing my ability to sleep. I have what some might call intermittent insomnia, so if I'm sleeping, its kinda a special thing.
So he's riled up, and I'm pissed.
This is never a good thing.
I exercise the right that all married women acquire, the ability to deny.
He throws a hissy fit, and then I'm up for 2 hours, steaming and feeling a little guilty while the Mr. sleeps like a baby.
I get to sleep finally, but sleep fitfully because its 82 degrees in my house. (Don't get me started on that.)
Then get up at my usual 6 a.m.
While I have trouble most days finding motivation to go to work, today was worse.
Took my shower.
Couldn't find anything to wear.
Grab one of my 100 calorie bagels, and get out the door 5 min. later than I usually do.
Then I proceed to balance my bagel plate, and purse while I push the garage door closed and make a run for it.
No, we do not have a remote control garage door.
There is so much $hit everywhere in my husbands garage, that I'm dodging all sorts of wrenches, cords, and a shop vac. All the while trying to keep my bagel on a plate, and my purse from spilling out.
Low and behold, I duck under the door, must have been seconds too late because when I come up from my squatting position, the door hits me in the back of the head.
Not just a little swipe. But I nearly knocked the door out of the frame I hit it so hard.
So I'm looking around to make sure no one saw this ridiculous balancing act that ended in failure. The upside is... no one else on God's green earth is out at 7:15 in the morning, so the coast is clear.

Here I am, at least, in once piece, albeit with a few lumps.

Jeez I have a headache.

I wanna redo.

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Vacation

Jen and I are taking a much needed vacation.
We are going to a little Amusement Park in OKC, "Frontier City."
We are taking off a day of work, and going to live it up on some
coasters.


No dogs, no work, no responsibility.

Guilty Pleasure

Random Thoughts

Coffee tastes like shit, why do we drink it?

Heels are like stilts. I feel like a sideshow when I wear them.

I wonder if there is a finite amount of pain in the world. If you take it away from someone, does it go someplace else? (Nurse Jackie, Showtime)

Why is it that even if I water my plants, they still seem to die; but I pay no attention to weeds, and they grow like trees?

Men can shave, looks good, not shave, looks good. Why doesn’t this apply to women?

My theme song has got to be the ALL AMERICAN REJECTS’ “Move Along.” --> Listen.


If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it… does is make a sound? (Jack Handy)

I wish I could make an invention as simple as the paper clip or post it and become a Millionaire

Underwear. We work all day trying to keep it out of our butt, but then someone goes and decides to make underwear that is indefinitely in your crack, and said this is attractive and we all believed it….genius, or just plain ridiculous?

I’ll leave you with that little tidbit….


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Lake Love

oh how i love to be out on a boat. any boat will do, jon, row, sail, bass, pontoon, yacht. if it floats, it works for me!
i grew up on the Delaware seashore. i was a beach girl through and through. summer weekends spent soaking up the sun, body boarding, and walking on the boardwalk.
but i will never forget the first time i was out on the boat. my dad had just bought this nice boat, and we were going to use it on our vacation at Crotch Lake(no joke), in Canada. the lake was full of clear, clean, icy cold water. there were lots of small rock islands you could dock your boat at, race to the top of the cliff, and cliff jump into the water. it was a wonderful time. we took the boat out every day, and i loved to sit on the front, legs hanging over the side. As my dad accelerated and we broke the plane, i closed my eyes and imagined i was flying. it was the best feeling in the world. the air was sweet and the sun shone warm on my face. i'm a worrier by nature, but i felt all my problems and thoughts of anything important just fly on out of my head as we sliced through the still water. the water calmed my spirit, and it still does, every time i get to go.
now i just need a boat.

Response to "Friendly Dynamics"

So I was at home the past two days with a head cold of sorts. I lost my voice and figured I would be worthless at work anyway, considering the majority of my job is answering and returning Phone calls.
Can you imagine? *I answer the phone and all that comes out is a wheezy breath. The customer is confused and speaks up, "Hello?!" Then I respond with some heavy breathing....maybe I dial an S.O.S. signal.... either way it is Pretty Creepy if you ask me.*

While I was at home I was kind of preparing to see my old high school BFF. She had contacted me the day before I got sick (Tues) and said she wanted to hang out yesterday (Thurs). She lives in Minnesota and I haven't seen her for over a year. So I accept, of course, and go into cleaning mode. She's never been to my new house, so of course I want to make a good impression, so I clean like crazy, and make Joe mow the lawn. The day of the meeting I go home from work sick. I still plan on seeing her since I know it might be the last time I get to see her for years. About an hour before she is supposed to come over she calls me and cancels.

She said that her grandparents had driven in from out of town to see her, and she didn't expect them. So I understand and tell her its okay, but what I'm really thinking is.... "You cancelled on me last time." About 2 years ago she was in town again and wanted to see me, we made plans and then the day of she cancelled. So, there is some sort of conspiracy going on here.

I was, needless to say, depressed. Not only did I feel like perhaps it was an excuse, I wondered what exactly it was about me that she didn't like enough to make up an excuse not to see me. Why even contact me in the first place? My best friend from 7th grade until graduation... dumped me.

So while I was all depressed, I get a phone call from Jen. She called just to check in on me, since I wasn't at work again.

:) Just to check up on me.

Wow.

So I concluded that I am just spoiled.

Spoiled to have a friend like Jen who I can say and discuss anything with. A friend who always follows through on her plans with me, (even if she might be a tad late.) A friend that I can BE MYSELF with, that I don't have to compete for coolest/craziest person with. A friend that calls me, just to check up on me when I'm sick.

Oh, you don't have one of these?

That sucks... cause its FREAKING AWESOME!

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Everyone needs a little Whoopie

Whoa...
What were you thinking?
I was just talking about this cookie called a whoopie pie.


We live so far in the middle of nowhere, that we happen to have quite a few little Amish settlements around. There is a little Amish bakery, that I have dreams about sometimes, that makes these delightful little cookies. They are delicious. So moist they stick to each other, and filled with this whipped cream.

Mmmm, everyone needs a little whoopie now and again.

And yes....
that kind of whoopie too.

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