Due to the abundance of me bitching in the blog, I thought it might be nice to share a bit of the REAL me with ya'll. Besides, I can't really find some of the research I need right now online and I don't want to read hard print at the moment SO I am gonna take the 5 minute break it will take me to write this. Plus I haven't posted yet today. I tried to post something about football and the He15man fight (yea the 15 is on purpose). BUT I wanted to write something worth reading, not just me ranting and that requires time and effort and a little bit of looking back to get my stats and quotes right... so I will do that later. SOOO, Me-isms.
Me-isms are the stupid things I do. The part of me that proves I really was born a blonde. I really am a pretty intelligent person, having been hired purely on that merit as I had absolutely no experiance in my field and well, I am still here and doing a pretty decent job (I hope). BUT I just do these really airheaded, ditzy things. It runs in the family I think. At least one or two other cousins pull this kinda of crap. I've heard we look like sisters...
Me-ism One: Getting My Head Stuck In Car Window
Yea. I did. A couple months ago I was trying to park my car and stuck my head out of the window to see if I was straight. Im not the best at parking. WELL. I also hit the window roll up button thingy and my windows happen to be automatic so it started going up and before I could pull my head out I was stuck. Basically I got caught with the top of the door on my head and the window under my nose. Yes the window goes down if it feels something obstructing its path (safety feature) but it takes a second before it reacts and the nose is somewhat pliable. Yea, it hurt. But it was really funny too.
Me-ism Two: Opening the Back Door and Somehow Getting My Finger Caught Between Door and Doorframe
This one wouldnt be so bad if I was CLOSING the door. I mean, everyone has slammed their finger in the door before, it just happens. OR have had their finger slammed if you aren't a dolt like I am. But OPENING the door? I couldn't tell you how it happened. I was going outside and our back door is bordered with Metal or something and SOMEHOW my finger got caught between the door and the frame and now it's swollen cut and gross. And of course I was hollering and yelling and saying I decapitated my finger and my poor friend on the phone with me is freaking out and I hang up on her to get ice. Im kinda a drama queen sometimes. So yea, poor thing. And dumb me. Im alive btw and finger is intact. Just hurts.
Me-ism Three and the last for today cuz I need to get back to work: Calling A Porn Hotline On the Way to Work
Yea. That was this mornings adventure. J can't get enough of it. Every time we talk today, he tells me I gotta cut back on calling sex-lines. Hes called me just to give me shit about it. Whatever. OK, I was trying to call into my favorite morning talk show to comment on today's topic. I've never called in and I was late to work and well, I wanted to. I love that show. SO I dialed what I THOUGHT was the number. I hear a recording that says, Exciting Live Talk will begin shortly dial 800 ########. So I figure, awesome, I am right on time to jump into the live convo! YYEEAAA. I call the number and its some Sex-Talk line. I hung up immediately and was a little WTF. But then I thought, well, that kinda was similar to what the topic is, maybe it's the station being funny, let me call back and listen to the recording longer and see if they clue you in to it being a joke and then connect you. I call again, I wait about 30 seconds to hear what it's saying and yea, no way in hell is this the radio, its a fuckin sex-hotline. I freak out, crack up and hang up. The best part? Cause I'm low on fundage since Im new to the real world and trying to save up flow, I worked out a plan with parental units. Im on family talk and I pay them every month. So what you are asking? They see my bill. They will totally see this sex-hotline number (detailed billing). OH this is gonna be interesting. I won't get in trouble mind you. Im just going to be made fun of. And theyll tell the rest of the family and I will totally be the butt of a few jokes. sigh.
Those are the tip of the iceberg. I pull idiot things all the time. It's just who I am. Ill say shit like Ms North Carolina says. OK Im not that bad, but if ya really knew me... well youd know me. HA. Thats all for now folks. Im not the complaining cold hearted bitch Ive been making myself out to be. Im loveable. Really. Ya just met me at a bad time :)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Does anyone have a mantra for patience?
I need one lately...
I really think my restlessness and my being very uptight lately does have a lot to do with PMS. Sorry TMI?
Anyway Im waiting for yoga. I need it pretty badly. After listening to the clucking lady all day, popping her gum, clucking about her children - not to mention getting rear ended today - feeling bloated (not sure if its real weight gain from slacking off or just pre you know what bloating)... i just have had no patience and have been bitching a lot. My shining spots lately have been talking to friends, coming home to my parents and cooking together and talking about our days (yes I am very close with my parents - no matter how much one or both can get on my case every now and then, they are close friends of mine) my dog and of course, yoga. Im not big into partying, Oh and how can I forget, the weekends I spend with J, those obviously top it... especially when I bring Nemo with me.
So waiting for Yoga and my mom's friend who I do like, is here for session (its at my house tonight). We are waiting for our friend who instructs. Lets name them Blondie and Yogi. Blondie has a daughter who has... issues. Special, although I wouldnt go so far as to say she is completely hindered or handicapped. Im trying to be pc and everything here people... Just things don't always click.
Now I am trying to get Nemo to behave. He has always been very over active (part border collie) and we are finally making headway with the whole jumping thing. He use to crawl on ANYTHING and ANYONE. I mean. BAD. He figured he owned everyone. You sat, he literally would climb up on the back of the couch and drape himself over your shoulders like a shawl or a dead fox. I swear. Wasnt horrible when he was 20 lbs. But hes 55 now, not so cool. Or he would just sit on you. He still does it to me when I sit on the floor.. but hell just put his butt in my lap since he sees himself as a lap dog and its when im cuddling him. SO. we got nemo to chill with this im a cat or a mountain goat habit of his, and hell still jump on people when they walk in every now and then but we are working on it.
so this kid, who is 17 but has the maturity (its a handicap) of 10ish id say, im really not being mean, this is real, keeps sitting down and encouraging my dog to crawl on her and lick her face and get on her shoulders. then she sits in a chair and pats her lap so hell jump up on her. I keep asking her to stop. not mean, i dont raise my voice but i tell her im trying to break him of the habit so not to do that. i swear whenever I look away, she does it again!!!! everytime i look up shes got him jumping on her again. or licking her face. i love my dog, i love all dogs (except poodles, just not a fan of poodles... laberdoodles are straight tho) but i do NOT condone begging, licking of the face or jumping. and shes pretty much reteaching my dog all the bad habits im trying to break him of...
sigh.... and i can't get mad beccause shes got problems. this really isnt an environment that i want to practice yoga in... but this is my test... i have to learn to train my focus, to block her out to focus.
so i ask - does anyone have a really good mantra for patience and does anyone know a good devotion mantra?!
(my favorite position and the one I find I can completely lose myself in and close off my mind. unfortunately I shouldn't stay in it for long to protect my neck)
I really think my restlessness and my being very uptight lately does have a lot to do with PMS. Sorry TMI?
Anyway Im waiting for yoga. I need it pretty badly. After listening to the clucking lady all day, popping her gum, clucking about her children - not to mention getting rear ended today - feeling bloated (not sure if its real weight gain from slacking off or just pre you know what bloating)... i just have had no patience and have been bitching a lot. My shining spots lately have been talking to friends, coming home to my parents and cooking together and talking about our days (yes I am very close with my parents - no matter how much one or both can get on my case every now and then, they are close friends of mine) my dog and of course, yoga. Im not big into partying, Oh and how can I forget, the weekends I spend with J, those obviously top it... especially when I bring Nemo with me.
So waiting for Yoga and my mom's friend who I do like, is here for session (its at my house tonight). We are waiting for our friend who instructs. Lets name them Blondie and Yogi. Blondie has a daughter who has... issues. Special, although I wouldnt go so far as to say she is completely hindered or handicapped. Im trying to be pc and everything here people... Just things don't always click.
Now I am trying to get Nemo to behave. He has always been very over active (part border collie) and we are finally making headway with the whole jumping thing. He use to crawl on ANYTHING and ANYONE. I mean. BAD. He figured he owned everyone. You sat, he literally would climb up on the back of the couch and drape himself over your shoulders like a shawl or a dead fox. I swear. Wasnt horrible when he was 20 lbs. But hes 55 now, not so cool. Or he would just sit on you. He still does it to me when I sit on the floor.. but hell just put his butt in my lap since he sees himself as a lap dog and its when im cuddling him. SO. we got nemo to chill with this im a cat or a mountain goat habit of his, and hell still jump on people when they walk in every now and then but we are working on it.
so this kid, who is 17 but has the maturity (its a handicap) of 10ish id say, im really not being mean, this is real, keeps sitting down and encouraging my dog to crawl on her and lick her face and get on her shoulders. then she sits in a chair and pats her lap so hell jump up on her. I keep asking her to stop. not mean, i dont raise my voice but i tell her im trying to break him of the habit so not to do that. i swear whenever I look away, she does it again!!!! everytime i look up shes got him jumping on her again. or licking her face. i love my dog, i love all dogs (except poodles, just not a fan of poodles... laberdoodles are straight tho) but i do NOT condone begging, licking of the face or jumping. and shes pretty much reteaching my dog all the bad habits im trying to break him of...
sigh.... and i can't get mad beccause shes got problems. this really isnt an environment that i want to practice yoga in... but this is my test... i have to learn to train my focus, to block her out to focus.
so i ask - does anyone have a really good mantra for patience and does anyone know a good devotion mantra?!
(my favorite position and the one I find I can completely lose myself in and close off my mind. unfortunately I shouldn't stay in it for long to protect my neck)
Sigh, This Is What I Listen To EVERY Day
AND THIS IS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY LISTENING TO IT
except i refuse to create workroom drama so i guess ill just be bald by the time i get my own office - they hope to change floors (construction) somtime in the beginning of '08
What is it with kids? Or am I that evil?
I feel a bit justified to post right now. BTW I think I post multiple times because Ill probably start slagging off and there will be months I won't post and then days where I won't stop posting. I have no consistency. That's me. At least in some aspects. And as you can tell, I run on tangents. OK topic at hand.
Children. Im young to mid 20s. I guess ill officially be mid 20s in a few months. No this does not scare me. I don't really care about age, although Im told I will when I get closer to thirty and then I have that first breakdown. Anyway. Maternal clock just isn't ticking. Sure babies are cute. I like holding them and cooing and all that. I think baby stuff is cute and am down for buying gifties for friends kids. I've been to one baby shower and I have my first wedding in Jan that I am absolutely giddy over and I am a maid of honor for another next December that I can't wait for. But when it comes to my own, or dealing with REAL children.. well, I just can't. I have dog. Good enough for me.
Point number one: I do not get excited when J tries to put his 4 year old cousin on the phone. I am actually kind of relieved the conversations have not happened yet because she is shy. Im sure she is adorable and I would be totally ok with a face to face thing... as long as he is with me... (see Point 2)... But yea, convo..
Me: Hey
her: hiiii
me: whats up
her: hiiii
me: uh yea, are you having fun
her: mmmmmmm yea
me: ok, put your cousin on
her: i got a fish (has a VERY thick accent)
me: thats great, lemme talk t j
her: its big
me: terrific
her:
me: what?
her:
me: please put j back on
her:
me: PUT YOUR EFFING UNCLE OR WHATEVER HE IS BACK ON
it would continue like that. i'd loose my patience. J would hate me. We'd break up. not good. ok not that dramatic. but ya know. id have to sit on the phone. eh. he wants me to hear her accent. he knows how i am with the kinders. i think hed save me. but. i've spoken with the little ones on the phone. they either don't shut up. don't say a word. or well, they just say hi over and over and over. and well. it takes patience i dont have yet.
point 2: the little boy at hardy's. The fact that i was at hardy's should probably tell you that i was hungry and cranky. i dont eat fast food. it was early. they dont have starbucks where he lives. seriously. no starbucks. its weird. and he doesnt drink coffee so i mean, i was sort of dying. so we were getting breakfast because the ONE OTHER restaurant was too full. and he gets worse than me when hungry. so yea - this kid, probably 4 or 5 is on his way to soccer and starts talking to me and shoves this really gross looking stuffed animal in my hands. i cant be a bitch bc his grandma or mom is right there and j is there and well i wasn't in that bad of a mood. but I CANT UNDERSTAND A WORD HE IS SAYING. horrible. even J couldnt understand. I put up with it for all of... 5 minutes... and then literally shoved J in front of me and hid. I just.. couldn't.
In my defense, I babysit my dad's friends grandaughter. she is cute. Im really good at it. she loves me. but we have stuff to do. ill chase her for a bit. tickle her for 5 minutes, color for an hour and then i shove a movie in and she doesnt move until they get home or bedtime. plus i get paid. man. im going to hell.
lastly, i hate listening to parents talk about their young kids. kids in their teens or college age thats fine. they are little people then not kids. even in middle school or elem because then they are just idiots and i can laugh at them. but the clucker.. kept going on and on about how her triplets are writing their name now. and how - ohhh no! - they have homework on wednesdays and NOW they are going to have homework TWICE A WEEK.. i could HONESTLY give TWO shits. bitch, i used to write thousands of words and hundreds of pages a month. there were weeks where writing a hundred pages wasn't out of the question. 5 classes, 20-30 pages a class for a midterm or something? eh, it was life. to have to make sure a kid writes their name 5 times... just doesnt seem that big of a deal. i could be wrong. i dont have kids. but... yo, either way, it doesn't get my heart pumping or interest me.
am i doomed to be a bad mother? I've always figured that it would click in one day. or maybe its just because it isnt my child. or maybe im jsut not meant to have them. i want them but who knows. im great with my dogs and can be RIDICULOUSLY maternal when the need arises. maybe ill just be the fun one who brings them to the parks and brings candy and ill have to find a guy who will do the mom thing. thank god j is really paternal and obsessed with kids.
but really, am i screwed guys? am i that big of a bitch? should i start checking for horns under my hair?
Children. Im young to mid 20s. I guess ill officially be mid 20s in a few months. No this does not scare me. I don't really care about age, although Im told I will when I get closer to thirty and then I have that first breakdown. Anyway. Maternal clock just isn't ticking. Sure babies are cute. I like holding them and cooing and all that. I think baby stuff is cute and am down for buying gifties for friends kids. I've been to one baby shower and I have my first wedding in Jan that I am absolutely giddy over and I am a maid of honor for another next December that I can't wait for. But when it comes to my own, or dealing with REAL children.. well, I just can't. I have dog. Good enough for me.
Point number one: I do not get excited when J tries to put his 4 year old cousin on the phone. I am actually kind of relieved the conversations have not happened yet because she is shy. Im sure she is adorable and I would be totally ok with a face to face thing... as long as he is with me... (see Point 2)... But yea, convo..
Me: Hey
her: hiiii
me: whats up
her: hiiii
me: uh yea, are you having fun
her: mmmmmmm yea
me: ok, put your cousin on
her: i got a fish (has a VERY thick accent)
me: thats great, lemme talk t j
her: its big
me: terrific
her:
me: what?
her:
me: please put j back on
her:
me: PUT YOUR EFFING UNCLE OR WHATEVER HE IS BACK ON
it would continue like that. i'd loose my patience. J would hate me. We'd break up. not good. ok not that dramatic. but ya know. id have to sit on the phone. eh. he wants me to hear her accent. he knows how i am with the kinders. i think hed save me. but. i've spoken with the little ones on the phone. they either don't shut up. don't say a word. or well, they just say hi over and over and over. and well. it takes patience i dont have yet.
point 2: the little boy at hardy's. The fact that i was at hardy's should probably tell you that i was hungry and cranky. i dont eat fast food. it was early. they dont have starbucks where he lives. seriously. no starbucks. its weird. and he doesnt drink coffee so i mean, i was sort of dying. so we were getting breakfast because the ONE OTHER restaurant was too full. and he gets worse than me when hungry. so yea - this kid, probably 4 or 5 is on his way to soccer and starts talking to me and shoves this really gross looking stuffed animal in my hands. i cant be a bitch bc his grandma or mom is right there and j is there and well i wasn't in that bad of a mood. but I CANT UNDERSTAND A WORD HE IS SAYING. horrible. even J couldnt understand. I put up with it for all of... 5 minutes... and then literally shoved J in front of me and hid. I just.. couldn't.
In my defense, I babysit my dad's friends grandaughter. she is cute. Im really good at it. she loves me. but we have stuff to do. ill chase her for a bit. tickle her for 5 minutes, color for an hour and then i shove a movie in and she doesnt move until they get home or bedtime. plus i get paid. man. im going to hell.
lastly, i hate listening to parents talk about their young kids. kids in their teens or college age thats fine. they are little people then not kids. even in middle school or elem because then they are just idiots and i can laugh at them. but the clucker.. kept going on and on about how her triplets are writing their name now. and how - ohhh no! - they have homework on wednesdays and NOW they are going to have homework TWICE A WEEK.. i could HONESTLY give TWO shits. bitch, i used to write thousands of words and hundreds of pages a month. there were weeks where writing a hundred pages wasn't out of the question. 5 classes, 20-30 pages a class for a midterm or something? eh, it was life. to have to make sure a kid writes their name 5 times... just doesnt seem that big of a deal. i could be wrong. i dont have kids. but... yo, either way, it doesn't get my heart pumping or interest me.
am i doomed to be a bad mother? I've always figured that it would click in one day. or maybe its just because it isnt my child. or maybe im jsut not meant to have them. i want them but who knows. im great with my dogs and can be RIDICULOUSLY maternal when the need arises. maybe ill just be the fun one who brings them to the parks and brings candy and ill have to find a guy who will do the mom thing. thank god j is really paternal and obsessed with kids.
but really, am i screwed guys? am i that big of a bitch? should i start checking for horns under my hair?
Indestructible
Did I spell that correctly? You would never know I Hold a Bachelor's in English. I can't spell to save my life.
Anyway, I got into a car accident this morning. No Bueno. Not a happy camper. Although the funny part is, aside from a stiff neck, the girl was close enough to me that there was no real damage to my car. There is this square thing in my bumper that popped out that I could pop right back in. And I was able to wipe away all other damage. Weird huh? So yes, I have a indestructible volvo that is actually still falling apart because I don't take very good care of it. So its a tank outside but I drive it into the ground.
I get lectures left and right for that. Parents, Friends who know about cars... the worst is from J. Cause he REALLY knows and I tell him everything and yea, he REALLY gets upset because I don't know the value of my ENGINE and he really got on me about that once. Cause I didnt know my oil was low and I got it good for that one.
OK, the chicken is clucking - figuratively so, i can't concentrate, and I should start working. MEH
Anyway, I got into a car accident this morning. No Bueno. Not a happy camper. Although the funny part is, aside from a stiff neck, the girl was close enough to me that there was no real damage to my car. There is this square thing in my bumper that popped out that I could pop right back in. And I was able to wipe away all other damage. Weird huh? So yes, I have a indestructible volvo that is actually still falling apart because I don't take very good care of it. So its a tank outside but I drive it into the ground.
I get lectures left and right for that. Parents, Friends who know about cars... the worst is from J. Cause he REALLY knows and I tell him everything and yea, he REALLY gets upset because I don't know the value of my ENGINE and he really got on me about that once. Cause I didnt know my oil was low and I got it good for that one.
OK, the chicken is clucking - figuratively so, i can't concentrate, and I should start working. MEH
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Clucking Co-Worker
So this will be example number one of why I want rules.
The woman I share an office with kind of drives me up a wall sometimes. Don't get me wrong; I don't think the devil or some evil little minx sent her here personally to annoy the bejesus out of me. Probably just a test of my sanity. But HOLY CHRIST CRACKERS.
Well call her Cluck for all intensive purposes. It was between that and tic-tac because let's face it. Thats all she seems to do, in the literal and figurative sense. If she isn't clucking away (talking non-stop) shes literally clicking her tongue and it sounds like she is clucking. OR she is popping her gum.
It's not all bad. I have someone to talk to when I am tired. Or bored. Normally Ill go online and Talk to Belle or Email friends. And more often than not I'm knee deep in work. I don't know what is up with me lately really - I do have a lot on my plate but no motivation to do anything. Perhaps it's the holiday season. I need something to kick my ass into gear. Maybe it's not seeing J for two weeks and knowing I have another week to go before I can see him.
Leads me to another thought. I have friends who have boyfriends who live in the same city and they are surgically attached at the hip. I mean I have even seen friends FREAK OUT if they don't get a phone call at a certain time. Or their guy will go on vacation and they explain to me I don't know how hard it is to have to go a month or whatever without so and so. This isn't a specific person - this has been a few different people. I don't get to see J during the week. For a while it was every weekend. Sometimes it is every other week. Because of the holidays it has been two weeks and counting (I have had a lot of family stuff going on, it's ok, I ADORE my family). Im TOTALLY ok with this time off. Don't get me wrong I miss him to PIECES... or should I say, I sure as peas miss him. I tell him all the time. I can't wait to be in his arms. But why am I not falling apart over this three week break. Why do they freak out over a few days... I think people need to maintain their independence. One friend gets to see her beau once or twice a week. They live closish but not next door. She seems to do really well with that. Doesn't need to be up his bum. I don't know, im gabbing. But I think I found my first quiz/poll. I gotta figure a way to word it. Is it healthy to want to be with your sig other 24/7 or Is time apart healthy? Are LDR possible? How much is too much? hmm I think I like the last one.
OH last thing before I go for the second time today. My URL. I think maybe it looks weird? Its just a mantra. Om Hamsa. I accept who I am. Ya know, a bitch who talks... A LOT. Ask Belle. Really. I can't stop. But I like that about me. Im quirky and interesting. Its a curse and a blessing. And I dont get offended when people tell me to chill... thus the blog. An outlet. I know it drives J up a wall sometimes, and yet , at the same time, he tells me he thinks it's really cute. (I can tell you stories about people who didn't think it was so cute... people who i wanted to kick haha). Second, the Title. Sure as Peas. Well, how sure are peas. I just think its cute. And I like using the expression. Like: I'll sure as peas try. I'm sure as peas excited.
Im sure as peas upset that I can't find a certain cartoon
Om bhadram no apivaataya manah.
Om shantih, shantih, shantih!
(Salutations! May my mind and all these be good and well! Om peace, peace. peace!)
The woman I share an office with kind of drives me up a wall sometimes. Don't get me wrong; I don't think the devil or some evil little minx sent her here personally to annoy the bejesus out of me. Probably just a test of my sanity. But HOLY CHRIST CRACKERS.
Well call her Cluck for all intensive purposes. It was between that and tic-tac because let's face it. Thats all she seems to do, in the literal and figurative sense. If she isn't clucking away (talking non-stop) shes literally clicking her tongue and it sounds like she is clucking. OR she is popping her gum.
It's not all bad. I have someone to talk to when I am tired. Or bored. Normally Ill go online and Talk to Belle or Email friends. And more often than not I'm knee deep in work. I don't know what is up with me lately really - I do have a lot on my plate but no motivation to do anything. Perhaps it's the holiday season. I need something to kick my ass into gear. Maybe it's not seeing J for two weeks and knowing I have another week to go before I can see him.
Leads me to another thought. I have friends who have boyfriends who live in the same city and they are surgically attached at the hip. I mean I have even seen friends FREAK OUT if they don't get a phone call at a certain time. Or their guy will go on vacation and they explain to me I don't know how hard it is to have to go a month or whatever without so and so. This isn't a specific person - this has been a few different people. I don't get to see J during the week. For a while it was every weekend. Sometimes it is every other week. Because of the holidays it has been two weeks and counting (I have had a lot of family stuff going on, it's ok, I ADORE my family). Im TOTALLY ok with this time off. Don't get me wrong I miss him to PIECES... or should I say, I sure as peas miss him. I tell him all the time. I can't wait to be in his arms. But why am I not falling apart over this three week break. Why do they freak out over a few days... I think people need to maintain their independence. One friend gets to see her beau once or twice a week. They live closish but not next door. She seems to do really well with that. Doesn't need to be up his bum. I don't know, im gabbing. But I think I found my first quiz/poll. I gotta figure a way to word it. Is it healthy to want to be with your sig other 24/7 or Is time apart healthy? Are LDR possible? How much is too much? hmm I think I like the last one.
OH last thing before I go for the second time today. My URL. I think maybe it looks weird? Its just a mantra. Om Hamsa. I accept who I am. Ya know, a bitch who talks... A LOT. Ask Belle. Really. I can't stop. But I like that about me. Im quirky and interesting. Its a curse and a blessing. And I dont get offended when people tell me to chill... thus the blog. An outlet. I know it drives J up a wall sometimes, and yet , at the same time, he tells me he thinks it's really cute. (I can tell you stories about people who didn't think it was so cute... people who i wanted to kick haha). Second, the Title. Sure as Peas. Well, how sure are peas. I just think its cute. And I like using the expression. Like: I'll sure as peas try. I'm sure as peas excited.
Im sure as peas upset that I can't find a certain cartoon
Om bhadram no apivaataya manah.
Om shantih, shantih, shantih!
(Salutations! May my mind and all these be good and well! Om peace, peace. peace!)
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti
So, I am doing something I said, in my last blog, I did not want to do.
I said I didn't want a blog that focused on anything too serious. I wanted my blog to focus only on humor, dry or slapstick, satire. Relationships were off limits and if work or anything close to a complaint need be uttered it had to be cryptic. I could talk about getting my head stuck in a car window (truth) and my friend who wrote in it could bitch about his voice mail blinking light (he hated it, mine is blinking now).
Unfortunately since leaving that work place the blog fell into oblivion, and reading a friends blog I found myself needing an outlet. To talk about ANYTHING. Sure, my other blog - www.iwonderifthishasleadinit.blogspot.com - is still around. I like it and I like it's purpose. I think it's nice to know there are still blogs out there that don't harp on everyday journalistic (and I mean personal journal, not professional) topics. That I can write in a blog about my absurd love of x-mas and my conviction of Hanukah Harry and my lovely blue and silver x-mas tree, as well as my hate for the spelling of x-mas and inability to not use it. Or perhaps that awesome post about comma usage in this one blog I hit through a friends blog. But I am also stoked about having an outlet now.
So this is my outlet. I may sound like a bitch at times because I am going to rant in here somedays. I am going to reflect in here others. I'll probably gush in here too, or perhaps bring up silly, philosophical topics. I will probably try and be witty as well. I may not succeed but I'll sure as peas try. Feel free to comment at will. I will defend as I see fit, but I won't care. Truth is, I just talk a lot and it will give me something to do during the day since I do enjoy a good quarrel.
I guess a quick bit about me. I won't give my real name or any minute details due to a need for some anonymity. No need for the job or certain people to stumble across and know whats going on - privacy and all that, plus I want the freedom to say what I want. So no titles or names, and I ask anyone who knows me respect that. No actual city names. I have no problem with sports teams. I will boast my school. Call me Hamsa (I take it to mean "As Is," or I accept myself for who I am, quirks, faults, eccentricities and all. I am dating a wonderful man who lives about 300 mi away. It's tough, we've known each other for 2 years but recently decided to give it a shot two months ago. We are total opposites and I love it. Im what you can call a granola munchin tree huggin pescetarian hippie. I practice yoga regularly, recite mantras through which I find spirituality, not religion (I am not into organized religion). I run (I've been slackin). I'm from a larger metropolitian city and I work in the business and communications fields. He on the other hand is that good ole southern country boy with strong arms and weathered hands. A total meat and potatoes kind of guy and I love him for it.
Im apartment hunting in a failing market. I will probably buy. More to come on that.
Oh and I'm a UF Gator. Be prepared for a lot of Football talk.
That's all for now. Lot's of work to do. Or at least lot's of work I should do.
I said I didn't want a blog that focused on anything too serious. I wanted my blog to focus only on humor, dry or slapstick, satire. Relationships were off limits and if work or anything close to a complaint need be uttered it had to be cryptic. I could talk about getting my head stuck in a car window (truth) and my friend who wrote in it could bitch about his voice mail blinking light (he hated it, mine is blinking now).
Unfortunately since leaving that work place the blog fell into oblivion, and reading a friends blog I found myself needing an outlet. To talk about ANYTHING. Sure, my other blog - www.iwonderifthishasleadinit.blogspot.com - is still around. I like it and I like it's purpose. I think it's nice to know there are still blogs out there that don't harp on everyday journalistic (and I mean personal journal, not professional) topics. That I can write in a blog about my absurd love of x-mas and my conviction of Hanukah Harry and my lovely blue and silver x-mas tree, as well as my hate for the spelling of x-mas and inability to not use it. Or perhaps that awesome post about comma usage in this one blog I hit through a friends blog. But I am also stoked about having an outlet now.
So this is my outlet. I may sound like a bitch at times because I am going to rant in here somedays. I am going to reflect in here others. I'll probably gush in here too, or perhaps bring up silly, philosophical topics. I will probably try and be witty as well. I may not succeed but I'll sure as peas try. Feel free to comment at will. I will defend as I see fit, but I won't care. Truth is, I just talk a lot and it will give me something to do during the day since I do enjoy a good quarrel.
I guess a quick bit about me. I won't give my real name or any minute details due to a need for some anonymity. No need for the job or certain people to stumble across and know whats going on - privacy and all that, plus I want the freedom to say what I want. So no titles or names, and I ask anyone who knows me respect that. No actual city names. I have no problem with sports teams. I will boast my school. Call me Hamsa (I take it to mean "As Is," or I accept myself for who I am, quirks, faults, eccentricities and all. I am dating a wonderful man who lives about 300 mi away. It's tough, we've known each other for 2 years but recently decided to give it a shot two months ago. We are total opposites and I love it. Im what you can call a granola munchin tree huggin pescetarian hippie. I practice yoga regularly, recite mantras through which I find spirituality, not religion (I am not into organized religion). I run (I've been slackin). I'm from a larger metropolitian city and I work in the business and communications fields. He on the other hand is that good ole southern country boy with strong arms and weathered hands. A total meat and potatoes kind of guy and I love him for it.
Im apartment hunting in a failing market. I will probably buy. More to come on that.
Oh and I'm a UF Gator. Be prepared for a lot of Football talk.
That's all for now. Lot's of work to do. Or at least lot's of work I should do.
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