I was reading a blog on Friday and I literally lost control of myself at work. One minute I was happy and excited for the weekend and the next I was bawling my eyes out at my desk. I was doing that really hard crying where it is hard to breathe and controlling the snot coming out of your nose is not an option. It really was not pretty. Lucky for me the boss was out of the office when it happened.
What was the big deal, you may ask?
Babies.
The Single Girl wrote this really beautiful story of the birth of her daughter and I lost it less than half way through.
I don’t have babies.
I really, really want babies.
Even though Leland and I always use a condom, I cry every time I get my period. I secretly (now not so secretly) hope that the condom will break. I want to get pregnant so badly that it hurts.
I posted a while back about how frustrating it is when people ask me when I am going to have kids and honestly, the only reason it bothers me is because I am afraid I will start crying.
Leland knows how I feel but he is trying to be rational and logical about having babies. He wants to wait until we are in a better financial position. He wants the market to turn so we can sell our house because neither of us really wants to have a baby in our house. He wants to make sure he is absolutely 100% sure he is ready to be a daddy.
I understand how he feels but am starting to get impatient.
(What is written above was written on Friday in the midst of my emotional breakdown. The rest was written this morning when I have a much clearer head.)
It amazes me how the desperate need for a baby comes and goes. On Friday, I couldn’t think of anything else. I spent the afternoon calling a ton of girlfriends in order to calm down. But since it was a Friday afternoon and everyone was working, I called Danny. So not a woman but he did his very best to channel his inner estrogen and act like a girlfriend.
And he was awesome and wonderful and made everything better.
We spent this past weekend visiting some friends in Michigan. We picked up Donnie and Annette on the way and drove the 6 hours to see Adam and Janice. It was a pretty low key weekend that consisted of a lot of drinking, beer bongs, greasy yet delicious pizza, playing games and waking up hung over.
On the drive home, Donnie and Annette slept in the back seat while Leland kept me company up front. We were listening to some music and chatting quietly and I realized that I love it when it is just us. We were talking about things we needed to do for our road trip, stuff we wanted to get done this week, we laughed about some of the things that happened over the weekend. As I was driving and holding his hand I realized that while I do want to have babies soon, I don’t think I want them too soon. I do like the way my life is and do want to be able to spend some more time with Leland without any little monsters running around.
Now it’s Monday morning and I am fine. I actually feel a little silly for getting so upset on Friday. Yes, I want a baby. I have never kept that a secret from anyone. I guess there will just be times when it bothers me that I don’t have one yet and times when it won’t. What I have to make sure I do is enjoy every single moment that I have left without children because once they come I will not be able to get that freedom back.
I am sure I’ll have more emotional breakdowns in the future, but for now, this one is under wraps. Leland is going to be out of town for work next week and I am looking forward to the time to myself. I am looking forward to the awesome summer that Leland and I have planned. I am looking forward to being good to myself and taking better care of myself. For now, it’s just me and Leland.
And I am happy about that.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
100 Followers! A Giveaway and an Award!
I started this blog a little over a year ago with hopes that a few people other than my husband and family members would read it and think it was cool. Today I am sitting here typing this, psyched out of my mind that I have 103 people who follow this blog.
When did that happen?
How did that happen?
Whatever the answers to those questions are, I am grateful. I never thought that my small anecdotes about sex and my vagina, things my crazy husband says and does, and all sorts of other randomness would attract so many people and keep them coming back for more.
I thought I would have repulsed all of you when I told you about my ripped vagina.
I thought you would have surely left when I told you about the real reason Santa wears red.
I thought you would quietly walk away after telling you about a crazy dream I had.
But no. Instead, I just got more followers and more comments.
I really am so lucky to have all of you. Thanks to everyone who has helped make my blog what it is today. I wouldn’t be here without any of you.
Because you are all so awesome, you will get what has been coming to you for a long time: awards and a giveaway!
First, I have been given an award that needs to be passed on.
The Happy 101 award has been given to me by Cathy at Antsy Pants!
I'm supposed to list 10 things that make me happy and try to do at least one of them today. Then link back to the person that tagged me and tag 10 other bloggers who brighten my day.
Ten things that make me giddy with delight:
1. Not having zits. For some reason my body thinks it is going through puberty again and I have been dealing with a ton of zits lately. Okay, maybe not a ton, but one or two at a time. As of right now, I don’t have any! Yay!
2. Watching The Office. And LOST.
3. Watching the numbers on the scale get smaller and smaller.
4. The feeling I get right after I work out. I don’t like working out and will complain all the way through a workout, but once it is over I feel awesome.
5. HOT, sunny weather. Oh when will you be coming back to me?
6. A venti unsweetened black tea lemonade from Starbucks.
7. Having a working computer at home again. I spent 5 long months without one!
8. My dog, Bacchus. He is so cute and easy to love.
9. Sushi. Good sushi, that is. I have had my share of bad sushi and that does not make me happy.
10. Wine. Red, white, rose or blush, I do not care. I love it all.
I will definitely be doing some wine-ing today!
The rules say to pass on the award to 10 bloggers who brighten my day. Well, rules were meant to be broken, right? The problem is that I have way more than 10 blogs that brighten my day. Listing all of those would take forever, and since this is a post thanking all of my wonderful followers, I am going to pass this award to 10 bloggers who I think are awesome and deserve to have a ton more readers. So click on the links and check them out and follow them too!
1. Baby and Tot Tales: Swizzle is my big sister and the person who got me into blogging. She had her blog first and in true little sister fashion, as soon as I found out about her blog I HAD to have one of my own! She was also my very first follower!
2. Iced Karma Coffee
3. High-Heeled Love
4. And I thought I loved you then…
5. Intense Guy: He was one of my first followers and leaves the most awesome comments!
6. Just Another Manic Mommy
7. The Anti-Journalist
8. The Battle Book
9. The Start-up Wife
10. She Don’t Make False Claims
You will all be missing out if you don’t check out their blogs!
As for the giveaway, I will be giving away a $15 gift card to 3 lucky winners. The winners will be able to choose a Starbucks, Fandango, Borders, Barnes and Noble, or an Amazon.com gift card. I know gift cards are a little boring, but coffee, movies and books definitely are not. Plus then there is something for everyone!
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment letting me know which gift card you would like to win.
Following me counts for one extra entry. If you do follow me, make sure to remind me in a comment. I will do three separate drawings on February 12.
Thanks so much to all of you for making blogging awesome for me!
When did that happen?
How did that happen?
Whatever the answers to those questions are, I am grateful. I never thought that my small anecdotes about sex and my vagina, things my crazy husband says and does, and all sorts of other randomness would attract so many people and keep them coming back for more.
I thought I would have repulsed all of you when I told you about my ripped vagina.
I thought you would have surely left when I told you about the real reason Santa wears red.
I thought you would quietly walk away after telling you about a crazy dream I had.
But no. Instead, I just got more followers and more comments.
I really am so lucky to have all of you. Thanks to everyone who has helped make my blog what it is today. I wouldn’t be here without any of you.
Because you are all so awesome, you will get what has been coming to you for a long time: awards and a giveaway!
First, I have been given an award that needs to be passed on.
The Happy 101 award has been given to me by Cathy at Antsy Pants!
I'm supposed to list 10 things that make me happy and try to do at least one of them today. Then link back to the person that tagged me and tag 10 other bloggers who brighten my day.
Ten things that make me giddy with delight:
1. Not having zits. For some reason my body thinks it is going through puberty again and I have been dealing with a ton of zits lately. Okay, maybe not a ton, but one or two at a time. As of right now, I don’t have any! Yay!
2. Watching The Office. And LOST.
3. Watching the numbers on the scale get smaller and smaller.
4. The feeling I get right after I work out. I don’t like working out and will complain all the way through a workout, but once it is over I feel awesome.
5. HOT, sunny weather. Oh when will you be coming back to me?
6. A venti unsweetened black tea lemonade from Starbucks.
7. Having a working computer at home again. I spent 5 long months without one!
8. My dog, Bacchus. He is so cute and easy to love.
9. Sushi. Good sushi, that is. I have had my share of bad sushi and that does not make me happy.
10. Wine. Red, white, rose or blush, I do not care. I love it all.
I will definitely be doing some wine-ing today!
The rules say to pass on the award to 10 bloggers who brighten my day. Well, rules were meant to be broken, right? The problem is that I have way more than 10 blogs that brighten my day. Listing all of those would take forever, and since this is a post thanking all of my wonderful followers, I am going to pass this award to 10 bloggers who I think are awesome and deserve to have a ton more readers. So click on the links and check them out and follow them too!
1. Baby and Tot Tales: Swizzle is my big sister and the person who got me into blogging. She had her blog first and in true little sister fashion, as soon as I found out about her blog I HAD to have one of my own! She was also my very first follower!
2. Iced Karma Coffee
3. High-Heeled Love
4. And I thought I loved you then…
5. Intense Guy: He was one of my first followers and leaves the most awesome comments!
6. Just Another Manic Mommy
7. The Anti-Journalist
8. The Battle Book
9. The Start-up Wife
10. She Don’t Make False Claims
You will all be missing out if you don’t check out their blogs!
As for the giveaway, I will be giving away a $15 gift card to 3 lucky winners. The winners will be able to choose a Starbucks, Fandango, Borders, Barnes and Noble, or an Amazon.com gift card. I know gift cards are a little boring, but coffee, movies and books definitely are not. Plus then there is something for everyone!
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment letting me know which gift card you would like to win.
Following me counts for one extra entry. If you do follow me, make sure to remind me in a comment. I will do three separate drawings on February 12.
Thanks so much to all of you for making blogging awesome for me!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Lift Your Skirts a Little
I am all about the sisterhood of women.
When I tell people this, they usually don’t believe me. It surprises people to know that there is a woman who doesn’t feel like she needs to be in competition with another woman. For me, it’s hard enough to keep up with things I want to do for myself and for my family, I simply do not have time to worry about what other people are doing and try to keep up with them. Aren’t we supposed to be taking care of ourselves anyway? Keeping track of what other people are doing just makes me lose sight of myself.
It also surprises people to know that there is a woman who refrains from placing judgment on other people. Again, I know that there are probably hundreds of people who have judged me from one glance. I am sure this happens routinely when one of Leland’s bands is playing a show. It isn’t difficult to spot when girls are talking about you, and I am almost 100% sure that they are commenting on how someone who is so hot can be with the overweight girl. I don’t like it when people judge me so I prefer not to do that to other people.
I am not saying I am perfect at the whole non-judging thing. Admittedly there are times when negative thoughts about other women slip out of my mind. When this happens though, I really don’t like it. And then I start to feel bad.
Take for example, the word slut.
Slut. Every woman has her own, slightly varying, definition of this word. Some people base it on attitude and how they carry themselves, others base it on a woman’s level of promiscuity. Most always, people are believed to be sluts depending on what they wear. As women, it is very easy to get caught up in the judgment game. Don’t deny it; we have all done it at one time or another. We have all given a random woman a backwards glance, a glance of disapproval, a glance of disgust, simply because we did not like what she was wearing. Running through our heads, we hear the word chanting in the background, like angry men cheering on a team at a college football game. We chant slut! Slut! Slut!
Quietly at first, but gradually getting louder. Slut! Slut! Slut!
Until we can’t take it anymore and we are screaming the word in our mind. SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!
Then we pass the unknowing woman and think to ourselves at least I have class.
Right, whatever that means after we just brand a woman based solely on how she looks.
The word “slut” has many meanings and connotations. The most popular meaning refers to someone, usually women, who have many sexual partners. However, a slut can also be someone who goes out a lot at night, someone who talks easily to men, someone who is confident, and someone who likes the way her ass looks in a tight pair of jeans. With all of these definitions, it is difficult for women to escape the assertion of being a slut. It seems the only way for a woman to avoid being tagged in a negative way is to be shy, marry young, and wear loose fitting clothes.
There are many problems with judging someone based on how they dress. It is rude, elitist, and superficial. It is also a waste of time because the way a person dresses is not an accurate prediction of a person’s behavior. Different women feel comfortable wearing different attire. Just because someone is comfortable wearing a push-up bra and four inch heels does not and should not automatically make them a slut. And women who let their bra strap slip out from underneath their tank tops are not the only people who should not be judged.
This theory works for everyone.
Just because someone is wearing a flowing skirt and flip-flops does not necessarily mean she is more approachable than someone wearing a business suit. The woman in the skirt may look friendlier, but she may very well want to be left alone to do what she needs to do. Just because I dress all sweet and innocent does not mean that’s who I am on the inside.
You all know for sure that I lost my innocence a long time ago.
Please, please, please do not come up to me in the grocery store and ask to talk to me about the Bible. Please, please, please do not approach me and ask if I would like to open an account at your bank. I may look friendly, but then after I tell you that I will only listen to what you have to say if you can list the first 8 presidents in order, you then decide that I am a bitch.
And then that makes me decide that you are stupid because you can’t only NOT name the first 8 presidents, you can’t even name the first three. And like I said before, judging you just makes me feel bad about myself.
See? It can be a never-ending cycle.
It is never a good idea to judge someone on their appearance no matter how much leg they are showing.
Other than the aforementioned wearing loose clothes, there is little we can do to dissociate ourselves with the term “slut.” The best thing to do is embrace it. Be confident. The only way to end the reign of negativity among women is to decide that all women can be confident, all women can be smart, and all women can be sexy. Wear anything, get a boob job, and don’t worry about what others think. Each woman needs to do what is best for her, regardless of how others view her decisions. With any luck, we can change the way the world sees promiscuous women. If women stopped being afraid of being a slut the term will either disappear or will become a word that women see as a compliment.
There is nothing wrong with being confident, smart and sexy.
So lift your skirts a little, ladies. Let’s all be sluts.
When I tell people this, they usually don’t believe me. It surprises people to know that there is a woman who doesn’t feel like she needs to be in competition with another woman. For me, it’s hard enough to keep up with things I want to do for myself and for my family, I simply do not have time to worry about what other people are doing and try to keep up with them. Aren’t we supposed to be taking care of ourselves anyway? Keeping track of what other people are doing just makes me lose sight of myself.
It also surprises people to know that there is a woman who refrains from placing judgment on other people. Again, I know that there are probably hundreds of people who have judged me from one glance. I am sure this happens routinely when one of Leland’s bands is playing a show. It isn’t difficult to spot when girls are talking about you, and I am almost 100% sure that they are commenting on how someone who is so hot can be with the overweight girl. I don’t like it when people judge me so I prefer not to do that to other people.
I am not saying I am perfect at the whole non-judging thing. Admittedly there are times when negative thoughts about other women slip out of my mind. When this happens though, I really don’t like it. And then I start to feel bad.
Take for example, the word slut.
Slut. Every woman has her own, slightly varying, definition of this word. Some people base it on attitude and how they carry themselves, others base it on a woman’s level of promiscuity. Most always, people are believed to be sluts depending on what they wear. As women, it is very easy to get caught up in the judgment game. Don’t deny it; we have all done it at one time or another. We have all given a random woman a backwards glance, a glance of disapproval, a glance of disgust, simply because we did not like what she was wearing. Running through our heads, we hear the word chanting in the background, like angry men cheering on a team at a college football game. We chant slut! Slut! Slut!
Quietly at first, but gradually getting louder. Slut! Slut! Slut!
Until we can’t take it anymore and we are screaming the word in our mind. SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!
Then we pass the unknowing woman and think to ourselves at least I have class.
Right, whatever that means after we just brand a woman based solely on how she looks.
The word “slut” has many meanings and connotations. The most popular meaning refers to someone, usually women, who have many sexual partners. However, a slut can also be someone who goes out a lot at night, someone who talks easily to men, someone who is confident, and someone who likes the way her ass looks in a tight pair of jeans. With all of these definitions, it is difficult for women to escape the assertion of being a slut. It seems the only way for a woman to avoid being tagged in a negative way is to be shy, marry young, and wear loose fitting clothes.
There are many problems with judging someone based on how they dress. It is rude, elitist, and superficial. It is also a waste of time because the way a person dresses is not an accurate prediction of a person’s behavior. Different women feel comfortable wearing different attire. Just because someone is comfortable wearing a push-up bra and four inch heels does not and should not automatically make them a slut. And women who let their bra strap slip out from underneath their tank tops are not the only people who should not be judged.
This theory works for everyone.
Just because someone is wearing a flowing skirt and flip-flops does not necessarily mean she is more approachable than someone wearing a business suit. The woman in the skirt may look friendlier, but she may very well want to be left alone to do what she needs to do. Just because I dress all sweet and innocent does not mean that’s who I am on the inside.
You all know for sure that I lost my innocence a long time ago.
Please, please, please do not come up to me in the grocery store and ask to talk to me about the Bible. Please, please, please do not approach me and ask if I would like to open an account at your bank. I may look friendly, but then after I tell you that I will only listen to what you have to say if you can list the first 8 presidents in order, you then decide that I am a bitch.
And then that makes me decide that you are stupid because you can’t only NOT name the first 8 presidents, you can’t even name the first three. And like I said before, judging you just makes me feel bad about myself.
See? It can be a never-ending cycle.
It is never a good idea to judge someone on their appearance no matter how much leg they are showing.
Other than the aforementioned wearing loose clothes, there is little we can do to dissociate ourselves with the term “slut.” The best thing to do is embrace it. Be confident. The only way to end the reign of negativity among women is to decide that all women can be confident, all women can be smart, and all women can be sexy. Wear anything, get a boob job, and don’t worry about what others think. Each woman needs to do what is best for her, regardless of how others view her decisions. With any luck, we can change the way the world sees promiscuous women. If women stopped being afraid of being a slut the term will either disappear or will become a word that women see as a compliment.
There is nothing wrong with being confident, smart and sexy.
So lift your skirts a little, ladies. Let’s all be sluts.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Bears, Beets, Battlestar Gallactica
I am having a hard time staying awake at work today. I usually get bored at work and start to get a little tired after lunch, but today I can hardly hold my head up.
Why?
Because Leland and I have been staying up late watching episodes of The Office.
A few weeks ago a friend lent us the first season. After watching all six episodes in the first season in one sitting, we decided to watch the remaining 4 ½ seasons as quickly as possible.
Well, it wasn’t actually a conscious decision. We just thought it was funny and quite possibly the best show on television and just couldn’t stop watching.
We literally couldn’t stop watching. When our friend lent us seasons 2 & 3, we thought it would be enough to get us through a weekend.
Wrong.
We finished both seasons in the matter of a couple of days and couldn’t wait till our friend got back from his vacation a few days later to get season 4. I made Leland get season 4 for us immediately so we could keep watching. We finished seasons 4 & 5 in just a couple days.
Now we are trying to catch up with the 6th season. Since it’s not on DVD and NBC only has a few of the more recent episodes on their website, Leland and I had to do a little searching to find the first several episodes of the current season. We were able to find them all at Amazon.com, but Leland was not interested in paying $1.99 for each episode.
You know what happened next?
We had a fight about whether or not we should spend the money to watch the episodes. I realize that saving money is always better than spending, but I wanted to watch The Office.
So I did what I had to do to get Leland to agree to spend the money.
I pouted.
And pouted.
And pouted enough for him to realize that if he didn’t acquiesce he would have to deal with me pouting for the rest of the night.
A half hour later we were back at the computer, downloading episodes of The Office from season 6.
Can you blame me for acting like a baby? I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want a little dose of Dwight K. Schrute?
And as much as Michael Scott annoys the hell out of me, I can’t help but keep watching. Watching Michael Scott try to run a business is like not being able to turn away from a car wreck. It’s scary and disturbing but turning away is just not an option.
I love me some Jim and Pam, but I am secretly in love with Dwight and Andy and hope one day I can have them both for a threesome.
It would most likely be weird and awkward, but I am fairly certain they could give me some good lovin.
And then I could tell Angela that I had sex with both of them as well!
If you don't watch this show, give it some serious thought. Just make sure you have a big chunk of time available because once you get started, I promise you will not be able to stop.
Why?
Because Leland and I have been staying up late watching episodes of The Office.
A few weeks ago a friend lent us the first season. After watching all six episodes in the first season in one sitting, we decided to watch the remaining 4 ½ seasons as quickly as possible.
Well, it wasn’t actually a conscious decision. We just thought it was funny and quite possibly the best show on television and just couldn’t stop watching.
We literally couldn’t stop watching. When our friend lent us seasons 2 & 3, we thought it would be enough to get us through a weekend.
Wrong.
We finished both seasons in the matter of a couple of days and couldn’t wait till our friend got back from his vacation a few days later to get season 4. I made Leland get season 4 for us immediately so we could keep watching. We finished seasons 4 & 5 in just a couple days.
Now we are trying to catch up with the 6th season. Since it’s not on DVD and NBC only has a few of the more recent episodes on their website, Leland and I had to do a little searching to find the first several episodes of the current season. We were able to find them all at Amazon.com, but Leland was not interested in paying $1.99 for each episode.
You know what happened next?
We had a fight about whether or not we should spend the money to watch the episodes. I realize that saving money is always better than spending, but I wanted to watch The Office.
So I did what I had to do to get Leland to agree to spend the money.
I pouted.
And pouted.
And pouted enough for him to realize that if he didn’t acquiesce he would have to deal with me pouting for the rest of the night.
A half hour later we were back at the computer, downloading episodes of The Office from season 6.
Can you blame me for acting like a baby? I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want a little dose of Dwight K. Schrute?
And as much as Michael Scott annoys the hell out of me, I can’t help but keep watching. Watching Michael Scott try to run a business is like not being able to turn away from a car wreck. It’s scary and disturbing but turning away is just not an option.
I love me some Jim and Pam, but I am secretly in love with Dwight and Andy and hope one day I can have them both for a threesome.
It would most likely be weird and awkward, but I am fairly certain they could give me some good lovin.
And then I could tell Angela that I had sex with both of them as well!
If you don't watch this show, give it some serious thought. Just make sure you have a big chunk of time available because once you get started, I promise you will not be able to stop.
Friday, January 29, 2010
On The Road
Leland and I love road trips. Together we have driven to Philadelphia, New Jersey, New Orleans, South Dakota, Wyoming, Texas, West Virginia, and probably a couple other places that I am forgetting right now.
Last weekend we were driving around running errands and we realized that it has been almost two years since our last road trip. That is entirely too long for us. Over the nearly 8 years of our relationship we have taken a road trips approximately every 6 months. So as you can imagine, we are experiencing some road trip withdrawal symptoms. We had planned on going to Austin, Texas after this past Christmas and that fell through for various reasons, and then our ice fishing excursion in Minnesota also fell through due to Leland’s work schedule.
We need a road trip.
For the sake of our sanity.
For the sake of our relationship.
So while we were running our errands and missing our road trips, we opened our handy atlas and started looking for a place to go.
Well, Leland pulled out the atlas and started naming places off to me. I was driving. Driving and looking at the atlas is not a smart combination.
After tossing around a few ideas such as camping in the Grand Canyon and driving west to Seattle, we decided to take an east coast road trip.
Our plan?
First we will head to West Virginia to visit a friend there, then stop in DC, Baltimore, Philly, New York, and then drive up the coast to Maine, stopping in every state along the way.
We have plans to make Intense Guy take us to Pat’s and Geno’s for cheese steaks.
I am expecting The Single Girl and her man and beautiful baby to meet us for dinner.
And any other of you east coasters to let me know where you live and if you want to show us around your town. I am always up for meeting my friends!
The only bad part?
We are waiting until July to take the trip. Since we are planning on taking at least two weeks, we have to do that whole saving money thing. At least we have something to look forward to and plan. I love planning road trips.
p.s. Does anyone live in Delaware? I was looking online for things to do in Delaware and have found nothing. There has to be something to do!
Last weekend we were driving around running errands and we realized that it has been almost two years since our last road trip. That is entirely too long for us. Over the nearly 8 years of our relationship we have taken a road trips approximately every 6 months. So as you can imagine, we are experiencing some road trip withdrawal symptoms. We had planned on going to Austin, Texas after this past Christmas and that fell through for various reasons, and then our ice fishing excursion in Minnesota also fell through due to Leland’s work schedule.
We need a road trip.
For the sake of our sanity.
For the sake of our relationship.
So while we were running our errands and missing our road trips, we opened our handy atlas and started looking for a place to go.
Well, Leland pulled out the atlas and started naming places off to me. I was driving. Driving and looking at the atlas is not a smart combination.
After tossing around a few ideas such as camping in the Grand Canyon and driving west to Seattle, we decided to take an east coast road trip.
Our plan?
First we will head to West Virginia to visit a friend there, then stop in DC, Baltimore, Philly, New York, and then drive up the coast to Maine, stopping in every state along the way.
We have plans to make Intense Guy take us to Pat’s and Geno’s for cheese steaks.
I am expecting The Single Girl and her man and beautiful baby to meet us for dinner.
And any other of you east coasters to let me know where you live and if you want to show us around your town. I am always up for meeting my friends!
The only bad part?
We are waiting until July to take the trip. Since we are planning on taking at least two weeks, we have to do that whole saving money thing. At least we have something to look forward to and plan. I love planning road trips.
p.s. Does anyone live in Delaware? I was looking online for things to do in Delaware and have found nothing. There has to be something to do!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday Morning at the DMV
You know where I consider to be the most fun place in the world?
The DMV.
I love it there.
It always makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
You know that warm and fuzzy feeling you get right before you throw up?
That’s the feeling I’m talking about. It’s awesome. The perfect way to spend a Saturday morning.
A few months ago I was actually lucky enough to get to spend my Saturday morning at the DMV. I had lost my drivers license, and after looking for it for days, I decided the best thing to do was haul my ass to the DMV and get a new one. It made me nervous driving around without a license so I decided to give up the search for the old one and let myself experience the paradise that is the DMV.
When I walked in I headed straight to the info booth. I had a few forms of identification on me and I wanted to be sure it was enough to get a new license. A woman and a very old man were standing behind the booth. The woman was wearing a beautiful scowl on her face.
Awesome, I though to myself. She looks like she can’t wait to help me. My presence is probably making her day.
Our interaction when something like this:
“Hi, I need to get a new license. What do I need to do in order to make that happen?” I asked.
“What’s wrong with the license you have?” wonderfully nice lady asked.
“I lost it,” I replied.
“You lost it because you were being careless and stupid?” super sweet woman asked.
“No, I just lost it,” I said.
This is where the pleasant woman shows just how nice (and smart) she is:
“A driver’s license isn’t something you can just throw away. It needs to be respected. It is a federal document and you people think you can just come in here and get a new one whenever you want it. Well it’s not happening on my watch.”
And this is where I start to lose my cool:
“You think I’m careless and stupid? Well a driver’s license is not a federal document. It’s a state document. And yes, I think I can get a new one whenever I want because it is my right as a valid license holder. You may not want to tell me what I need to get a new license, but somebody in this building will.”
And then the nice lady starts yelling.
“YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE AND TELL ME THAT I AM STUPID! THERE ARE SIGNS EVERYWHERE TELLING YOU THAT YOU NEED TO RESPECT THE EMPLOYEES OR YOU WILL BE ASKED TO LEAVE. WELL I AM ASKING YOU TO LEAVE.”
Finally the old man standing next to her decides to say something.
“Linda, you are out of line and the one who was being rude first. Do you mean to tell me that you have never lost anything in your life? Because right now it looks like you have lost your mind. You really need to settle down.”
After that the nice old man told me I had everything I needed to get a license and sent me in the right direction. Linda just stood there, scowling as usual. I couldn’t help but look at her and smile and wink.
The DMV.
I love it there.
It always makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
You know that warm and fuzzy feeling you get right before you throw up?
That’s the feeling I’m talking about. It’s awesome. The perfect way to spend a Saturday morning.
A few months ago I was actually lucky enough to get to spend my Saturday morning at the DMV. I had lost my drivers license, and after looking for it for days, I decided the best thing to do was haul my ass to the DMV and get a new one. It made me nervous driving around without a license so I decided to give up the search for the old one and let myself experience the paradise that is the DMV.
When I walked in I headed straight to the info booth. I had a few forms of identification on me and I wanted to be sure it was enough to get a new license. A woman and a very old man were standing behind the booth. The woman was wearing a beautiful scowl on her face.
Awesome, I though to myself. She looks like she can’t wait to help me. My presence is probably making her day.
Our interaction when something like this:
“Hi, I need to get a new license. What do I need to do in order to make that happen?” I asked.
“What’s wrong with the license you have?” wonderfully nice lady asked.
“I lost it,” I replied.
“You lost it because you were being careless and stupid?” super sweet woman asked.
“No, I just lost it,” I said.
This is where the pleasant woman shows just how nice (and smart) she is:
“A driver’s license isn’t something you can just throw away. It needs to be respected. It is a federal document and you people think you can just come in here and get a new one whenever you want it. Well it’s not happening on my watch.”
And this is where I start to lose my cool:
“You think I’m careless and stupid? Well a driver’s license is not a federal document. It’s a state document. And yes, I think I can get a new one whenever I want because it is my right as a valid license holder. You may not want to tell me what I need to get a new license, but somebody in this building will.”
And then the nice lady starts yelling.
“YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE AND TELL ME THAT I AM STUPID! THERE ARE SIGNS EVERYWHERE TELLING YOU THAT YOU NEED TO RESPECT THE EMPLOYEES OR YOU WILL BE ASKED TO LEAVE. WELL I AM ASKING YOU TO LEAVE.”
Finally the old man standing next to her decides to say something.
“Linda, you are out of line and the one who was being rude first. Do you mean to tell me that you have never lost anything in your life? Because right now it looks like you have lost your mind. You really need to settle down.”
After that the nice old man told me I had everything I needed to get a license and sent me in the right direction. Linda just stood there, scowling as usual. I couldn’t help but look at her and smile and wink.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Regrets
I know tons of people who say they don’t regret anything from their lives. I find this very hard to believe. Though we would all like to say that we don’t consider them regrets because we learned from them, either way, they are still regrets. I don’t focus on my regrets very often, but sometimes they sneak up on me and I have to pay them a little attention.
Ten things that I regret from my life:
1. I regret not going away to college. I was young and scared and was not brave enough to leave my family and go where I really wanted to go, which was the University of Missouri at Columbia, or Flagler College in St. Augustine, Fl. Though if I had done that I would never have met Leland. I love my life with Leland but still wish I had the experience of going away to college.
2. I regret not looking for a new job a few years ago when I just started getting sick of where I work. Now the economy is bad and I’m going to be stuck here for a while.
3. I regret buying a Volkswagen after I totaled my Neon. It was a stupid, flashy purchase and I didn’t make enough money to support the payments. Plus, I didn’t know anything about Turbo engines. Had I known they like to fail after 2 years and need to be replaced, I would never I bought the car. I DO NOT regret trading it in and buying the Honda Element. I love my Element.
4. I regret not paying attention to the weight gain as soon as it started.
5. I regret trusting some people and considering them friends. I wish I could take back the secrets or personal feelings I have told them. I don’t like that these people who I was naïve enough to trust know so much about me.
6. I regret getting my first credit card. Big mistake.
7. I regret going to Roosevelt University and spending a ton of money I don’t have to get my college education. I could have gone to a state school and got the same education I got at the private school and spent way less money.
I guess I lied. I can only think of 7 things. Maybe that makes me lucky. However, I know I have a lot of living left to do and I know I will make more mistakes along the way and possibly end up with more regrets. Though I will do my best to keep the regrets at a minimum, I will not be so naïve to think that I will not have any more.
Some updates:
I have not been doing so well with my NY resolutions. I was sick for 10 days so I didn’t do any walking. My home computer is broken so I haven’t been doing any writing. I haven’t been to the library so I haven’t been doing any reading. I have a lot of catching up to do. I’m not giving up though. Leland is planning on getting our computer fixed this week so hopefully it will be up and running by February, and now that I am feeling better I will be back at the gym, eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. As for reading, I just really need to do it. I have plans to go to the library after work today so hopefully I will find some books that will keep me reading.
Ten things that I regret from my life:
1. I regret not going away to college. I was young and scared and was not brave enough to leave my family and go where I really wanted to go, which was the University of Missouri at Columbia, or Flagler College in St. Augustine, Fl. Though if I had done that I would never have met Leland. I love my life with Leland but still wish I had the experience of going away to college.
2. I regret not looking for a new job a few years ago when I just started getting sick of where I work. Now the economy is bad and I’m going to be stuck here for a while.
3. I regret buying a Volkswagen after I totaled my Neon. It was a stupid, flashy purchase and I didn’t make enough money to support the payments. Plus, I didn’t know anything about Turbo engines. Had I known they like to fail after 2 years and need to be replaced, I would never I bought the car. I DO NOT regret trading it in and buying the Honda Element. I love my Element.
4. I regret not paying attention to the weight gain as soon as it started.
5. I regret trusting some people and considering them friends. I wish I could take back the secrets or personal feelings I have told them. I don’t like that these people who I was naïve enough to trust know so much about me.
6. I regret getting my first credit card. Big mistake.
7. I regret going to Roosevelt University and spending a ton of money I don’t have to get my college education. I could have gone to a state school and got the same education I got at the private school and spent way less money.
I guess I lied. I can only think of 7 things. Maybe that makes me lucky. However, I know I have a lot of living left to do and I know I will make more mistakes along the way and possibly end up with more regrets. Though I will do my best to keep the regrets at a minimum, I will not be so naïve to think that I will not have any more.
Some updates:
I have not been doing so well with my NY resolutions. I was sick for 10 days so I didn’t do any walking. My home computer is broken so I haven’t been doing any writing. I haven’t been to the library so I haven’t been doing any reading. I have a lot of catching up to do. I’m not giving up though. Leland is planning on getting our computer fixed this week so hopefully it will be up and running by February, and now that I am feeling better I will be back at the gym, eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. As for reading, I just really need to do it. I have plans to go to the library after work today so hopefully I will find some books that will keep me reading.
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