Anyhow...getting into the spirit of Halloween!
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Friday, October 16, 2009
Boo!
A girl at work designed this as a joke and I didn't even realized the face is ME!
Anyhow...getting into the spirit of Halloween!
Anyhow...getting into the spirit of Halloween!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Since I'm on a roll...
There should be some sort of rule to ban co-workers from eating crunchy shit at their desk.
Probably my biggest pet peeve ever is people who chew with their mouths open, and people who make all sorts of crunching sounds when you eat.
I understand there is no quiet way of eating shit like celery or biting into apples. But seriously, take your f'n crunchy eating elsewhere because for some f'd up reason I hear that shit like wayyyyyy louder than everyone else.
This has been an issue for a very long time. Friends and family get it. They try not to make me go buck wild crazy. I appreciate it I really do.
But there are those other times, that I really don't have much control of. Like my lovely new assistant who likes to eat rice cakes and celery and raw veggies all the time. Believe me I tell her she's annoying, but she just laughs and tries to crunch the celery quieter when in fact, her attempt at it is fruitless and annoys me even more.
I could use ear plugs or listen to my music but unless I'm going deaf, I can still hear it. So I sit and I suffer and have dreams of punching crunchy eaters in the face.
I know you think I'm over reacting, or maybe you agree. Whatever the case, this shit drives me nuts and if I were boss, I'd ban crunchy shit in the office.
PS I used the word "butmunchers" in my last post. I wanted to put in the extra "t" to spell it "buttmunchers" but I could not. I actually looked up the spelling in the urban dictionary and they had one so I left it. Maybe they spell it both ways, I'm not sure, cuz I didn't even take the time to click through the link to check. Want to know why? I was too busy telling my co-worker that I was going to kill her if she brought the same shit for a snack tomorrow.
Probably my biggest pet peeve ever is people who chew with their mouths open, and people who make all sorts of crunching sounds when you eat.
I understand there is no quiet way of eating shit like celery or biting into apples. But seriously, take your f'n crunchy eating elsewhere because for some f'd up reason I hear that shit like wayyyyyy louder than everyone else.
This has been an issue for a very long time. Friends and family get it. They try not to make me go buck wild crazy. I appreciate it I really do.
But there are those other times, that I really don't have much control of. Like my lovely new assistant who likes to eat rice cakes and celery and raw veggies all the time. Believe me I tell her she's annoying, but she just laughs and tries to crunch the celery quieter when in fact, her attempt at it is fruitless and annoys me even more.
I could use ear plugs or listen to my music but unless I'm going deaf, I can still hear it. So I sit and I suffer and have dreams of punching crunchy eaters in the face.
I know you think I'm over reacting, or maybe you agree. Whatever the case, this shit drives me nuts and if I were boss, I'd ban crunchy shit in the office.
PS I used the word "butmunchers" in my last post. I wanted to put in the extra "t" to spell it "buttmunchers" but I could not. I actually looked up the spelling in the urban dictionary and they had one so I left it. Maybe they spell it both ways, I'm not sure, cuz I didn't even take the time to click through the link to check. Want to know why? I was too busy telling my co-worker that I was going to kill her if she brought the same shit for a snack tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Haven't Bitched
I haven't bitched in a long while about anything but I want to bitch about this.
I am sick and tired of people at work making comments about "how late" I'm eating my lunch.
Firstly, what's it to you?
Second, um maybe it's "late" for you but for me, it's right on freakin time.
Third, I do not talk to you about how early I think you're eating your shitty lunch, so don't bug me about when I'm eating mine. And as a side note, stop inspecting it and commenting on it. I don't do it to you. So back off.
And fourth, to those out there who only live in their own little world...not everyone eats at 12 p.m. on the dot. In fact, many people have their "lunch" when it's appropriate to them. Sometimes it's at 3 a.m. and sometimes it's at 4 p.m. That's their perogative.
So yeah. Back off you early lunch eaters who constantly make comments about me eating lunch at 1:30 or 2:00 p.m. It's not late. AT ALL. It's right f'n on time for me and my "crazy assed" schedule.
Thanks.
Butmunchers!
I am sick and tired of people at work making comments about "how late" I'm eating my lunch.
Firstly, what's it to you?
Second, um maybe it's "late" for you but for me, it's right on freakin time.
Third, I do not talk to you about how early I think you're eating your shitty lunch, so don't bug me about when I'm eating mine. And as a side note, stop inspecting it and commenting on it. I don't do it to you. So back off.
And fourth, to those out there who only live in their own little world...not everyone eats at 12 p.m. on the dot. In fact, many people have their "lunch" when it's appropriate to them. Sometimes it's at 3 a.m. and sometimes it's at 4 p.m. That's their perogative.
So yeah. Back off you early lunch eaters who constantly make comments about me eating lunch at 1:30 or 2:00 p.m. It's not late. AT ALL. It's right f'n on time for me and my "crazy assed" schedule.
Thanks.
Butmunchers!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Who the? Where the? What the?
Should I just skim over the fact that I just haven't been around at all lately? I mean, I have, just not on my blog. And not on other people's blogs either. I'm a busy girl and during busy times, some things have to give. My blog was one of those things. I'm sorry if you missed me (BLUES xoxoxoxo!!!) but if you did not, I will not have a broken heart. I understand that relationships are give and take and well....I haven't really been giving...OR taking.
Anyways, enough of that.
On to business.
So what's new?
Work work work. Work has been sucking the life out of me. In a good way, but never-the-less it has been sucking the life out of me and has been a main form of stress for me? Why? When I started this job last year after moving back home, I kind of started in a non-existent position. I was in "Project Development". Fancy name I suppose. Anyhooo I worked my ass off. I wanted to prove to the company that I was certainly capable of doing wayyyyy more. And voila. I proved my point. I got a promotion and I'm currently managing someone below me. This is good stuff. The bad stuff is that I've been literally fighting to get the salary I deserve. I believe I will get it, but the fact that I have to fight so hard kinda sucks. I mean I get it. The company wants to try and get the most out of you for the least amount of money. I've already been doing that for the last year. NO MORE.
Dentist. Oh wow, live in Mexico for 6 years, visit the dentist there, then go back home and get a big fricken wake up call. One thing I've learned about dental in Mexico (well...let me say Cancun because that's less broad) is that it mostly deals with issues as they arise. You have a toothache...you go to the dentist...they yank it or give you a root canal and away you go. Back home...you go to the dentist and they do this big time thorough check on you, check your gums, all your teeth, ask you lots of questions, have you fill out forms, and MAKE you go to the dental hygienist (who by the way is NOT the dentist) and THEN they work on your teeth, attack the problem, and then diagnose you and tell you what sort of future problems you may have and what you should do to prevent them. I think that was a really long sentence. I'm sorry and really I'm not changing it so just deal with it. Anyways, they say I'm suppose to get a gum graft done. Basically they cut chunks out of the roof of my mouth and insert them on my lower gums to prevent further receding. Sounds fun right? No. I'm wearing my mouth guard when I sleep and have been brushing more carefully now. I'm dreading this. I'd rather have knee surgery again. So anyways, if I would have known of these preventative treatments like say....oh I dunno about 5 years ago, my receding gumlines would have been in way better shape. Good shit.
I'm still dating the man whom I call my future husband. Things are moving along nicely with him. He really is a sweetheart and a catch and it helps that he totally adores me. My family totally digs him and so do I so that's always good. I'm going to stick with him, I say he's my future husband cuz I just know it. I expect a big one and hope that it blinds the fuck out of me. The added bonus is that he LOVES Diesel to death and although he says he wishes Diesel didn't have to sleep in the bed with us, he still knows that that's as far as it will go. Him "wishing". He needs to figure out the cats. Cats are harder to get. But my cats are one of a kind and I think he needs to spend more time with them. Maybe when we move in. He already knows I come as a package. Me and my zoo. I did not haul their furry asses all the way from Mexico to get rid of them for some man. This is why me and the bf get along so well. He gets that.
Martial arts is going well too. I was teaching for a while there and will be again I believe in January or something like that. I also did a demonstration at one of the fairs. I'm sort of mentoring a few people and it's nice that they respect me so much. I think this is mostly based on my legendary reputation of kicking ass but maybe it might be because I've still retained some skill from the days before I busted my ACL and had surgery. The bf doesn't really get the martial arts thing but he does support me and that's nice. I'm thinking of getting him to hold some pads for me and making it a couples thing. Maybe then he'll get it. And if not, I could "miss" the focus mitt and knock him one. Maybe? Ok. Maybe not. It was funny though wasn't it?
My psychic self. If you've been reading my blog for a while you know that I've drawn cards for some people and predicted a few things and that I see ghosts. I just recently got a spiritual reading from some dude on the street. I know...strange...but he's good really good. Apparently I have some sort of hidden talent that I'm not harnessing. I know I know. Apparently I need to work with fire and water. Maybe I'll be a crazy lady that does readings for people by staring into a big glass bowl full of water with floating candles in it. Maybe. Just maybe. (JJ -listen to the cards)
And some of the bestest news ever is that Diesel gained 1 pound and 3 ounces in the last year. Check out this picture of his skinny spine. It was horrid for me as he didn't really eat much when I was in Cancun....but he is doing so well here. I am so happy for him!
And now look at him being Mr. Adventurous in his life jacket. No more bones just muscles!:
Mr. I LOVE THE SUN AND THE AIR MATTRESS:
The cabin that I love:
And here I am kicking some ass at the demo:
Over and out.
Anyways, enough of that.
On to business.
So what's new?
Work work work. Work has been sucking the life out of me. In a good way, but never-the-less it has been sucking the life out of me and has been a main form of stress for me? Why? When I started this job last year after moving back home, I kind of started in a non-existent position. I was in "Project Development". Fancy name I suppose. Anyhooo I worked my ass off. I wanted to prove to the company that I was certainly capable of doing wayyyyy more. And voila. I proved my point. I got a promotion and I'm currently managing someone below me. This is good stuff. The bad stuff is that I've been literally fighting to get the salary I deserve. I believe I will get it, but the fact that I have to fight so hard kinda sucks. I mean I get it. The company wants to try and get the most out of you for the least amount of money. I've already been doing that for the last year. NO MORE.
Dentist. Oh wow, live in Mexico for 6 years, visit the dentist there, then go back home and get a big fricken wake up call. One thing I've learned about dental in Mexico (well...let me say Cancun because that's less broad) is that it mostly deals with issues as they arise. You have a toothache...you go to the dentist...they yank it or give you a root canal and away you go. Back home...you go to the dentist and they do this big time thorough check on you, check your gums, all your teeth, ask you lots of questions, have you fill out forms, and MAKE you go to the dental hygienist (who by the way is NOT the dentist) and THEN they work on your teeth, attack the problem, and then diagnose you and tell you what sort of future problems you may have and what you should do to prevent them. I think that was a really long sentence. I'm sorry and really I'm not changing it so just deal with it. Anyways, they say I'm suppose to get a gum graft done. Basically they cut chunks out of the roof of my mouth and insert them on my lower gums to prevent further receding. Sounds fun right? No. I'm wearing my mouth guard when I sleep and have been brushing more carefully now. I'm dreading this. I'd rather have knee surgery again. So anyways, if I would have known of these preventative treatments like say....oh I dunno about 5 years ago, my receding gumlines would have been in way better shape. Good shit.
I'm still dating the man whom I call my future husband. Things are moving along nicely with him. He really is a sweetheart and a catch and it helps that he totally adores me. My family totally digs him and so do I so that's always good. I'm going to stick with him, I say he's my future husband cuz I just know it. I expect a big one and hope that it blinds the fuck out of me. The added bonus is that he LOVES Diesel to death and although he says he wishes Diesel didn't have to sleep in the bed with us, he still knows that that's as far as it will go. Him "wishing". He needs to figure out the cats. Cats are harder to get. But my cats are one of a kind and I think he needs to spend more time with them. Maybe when we move in. He already knows I come as a package. Me and my zoo. I did not haul their furry asses all the way from Mexico to get rid of them for some man. This is why me and the bf get along so well. He gets that.
Martial arts is going well too. I was teaching for a while there and will be again I believe in January or something like that. I also did a demonstration at one of the fairs. I'm sort of mentoring a few people and it's nice that they respect me so much. I think this is mostly based on my legendary reputation of kicking ass but maybe it might be because I've still retained some skill from the days before I busted my ACL and had surgery. The bf doesn't really get the martial arts thing but he does support me and that's nice. I'm thinking of getting him to hold some pads for me and making it a couples thing. Maybe then he'll get it. And if not, I could "miss" the focus mitt and knock him one. Maybe? Ok. Maybe not. It was funny though wasn't it?
My psychic self. If you've been reading my blog for a while you know that I've drawn cards for some people and predicted a few things and that I see ghosts. I just recently got a spiritual reading from some dude on the street. I know...strange...but he's good really good. Apparently I have some sort of hidden talent that I'm not harnessing. I know I know. Apparently I need to work with fire and water. Maybe I'll be a crazy lady that does readings for people by staring into a big glass bowl full of water with floating candles in it. Maybe. Just maybe. (JJ -listen to the cards)
And some of the bestest news ever is that Diesel gained 1 pound and 3 ounces in the last year. Check out this picture of his skinny spine. It was horrid for me as he didn't really eat much when I was in Cancun....but he is doing so well here. I am so happy for him!
And now look at him being Mr. Adventurous in his life jacket. No more bones just muscles!:
Mr. I LOVE THE SUN AND THE AIR MATTRESS:
The cabin that I love:
And here I am kicking some ass at the demo:
Over and out.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Happy Birthday Roger!
Oh my gosh I'm so freakin tired! I've been baking and decorating a birthday cake and have spent the rest of the week preparing for the bf's bday!
Here's a peek at one of the gifts and my cake. He likes cars and motorbikes. Oh and ME haha. Thus the calendar!
Here's a peek at one of the gifts and my cake. He likes cars and motorbikes. Oh and ME haha. Thus the calendar!
Remind me not to go into the cake business. This took too long!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Correcting the Confusions
I thought I was clear about my joke but it appears I was not? I've had a couple of people say "Congratulations on your engagement!", but I'm not sure why. I mean I know why, but I did say I was not engaged after a bunch of spacing and stuff. If you missed it, it appeared as follows:
I'm engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Psych!
I'm not. Haha.
So, to be clear again, I'm not engaged............
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.
yet!
I'm engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Psych!
I'm not. Haha.
So, to be clear again, I'm not engaged............
..........
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.......
..
.
yet!
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