New Addiction

Listening to: Fireflies by Owl City

Amazing...

WARNING: This might piss some people off.

So if you're sensitive... don't keep reading. That's my warning.

So picture this: I'm in the grocery store yesterday; I have my usual basket of veggies, boca burgers and Special K cereal. I walk back and forth trying to find the fast moving check-out lane. If you know me you know this is a futile move on my part. I pick the wrong line. Every. Single. Time. This time being no exception. So I choose a line behind this nice little old woman who also has only a basket, not a cart. (( Side note: I think you should be able to use the express checkout if you have items exceeding 12 if 95% of your basket is vegetables... )) So i figure, this line looks great and start perusing the trashy magazines around me. 5 minutes later I realize I haven't moved at all and the nice old woman around me is fidgeting from irritation. I look around her and her I see a woman, maybe 30, if that. The woman is emptying what appears to be her second cart of groceries. When I notice what's going on, she takes out 3 boxes of Kix cereal and then hands the cashier what looked to me like pay check. She signed it, the cashier signed it and then he scans it and gives it back to her. Is this what food stamps look like? I have no idea. So I'm watching this time-consuming process for over 20 minutes. 5 cans of condensed Juicy-Juice. Check Exchange. 3 Packages of Kraft singles. Check exchange. 2 gallons of milk. Check exchange. You get it. SO 20 minutes later I notice there are 5 children with this woman and they're running about. I'd say the oldest was maybe 7? And she's yelling to them, literally yelling, about how they wont be able to play with their other brothers and sisters when they get home if they don't behave. This woman had MORE than her 5 children that were with her?!?!?! The question begs to be asked - instead of government issued assistance for her groceries, perhaps it would behoove the government to send this damn woman some condoms! Are you kidding me? She went through maybe 300 or 400 dollars worth of groceries. How much does a fucking package of condoms cost?

Please don't get me wrong. I understand that it is our countries obligation to feed children. I get it. I'm all for it. But at some point it needs to be acknowledged that we are enabling people to live off of the government. I understand there are "oops" babies. I understand maybe you have some kids and run into financial trouble. But this woman had in EXCESS of 5 children. That's a joke. You just should not be able to bring children into this world, never mind a brood of children, if you are not able to provide for them within reason.

You don't have to agree. It's just a thought. Seems a tad bit ridiculous to me.

Fun Facts for this Tuesday

1. Bee M.D. Organic Honey Throat Drops are life changing.

2. I firmly believe that everyone should own footie pajamas. I dont care how old you are. And not just any footie pajamas, but Nick and Nora Footie Pajamas. They have monkeys on the feet! Please tell me you can think of anything more comfortable than one piece flannel pajamas with monkeys on the feet? Come on. They're amazing. Mine are blue but I could only find red ones on-line. I'm sure you get the idea.

That's all for this morning. More later I'm sure, as it's shaping up to be an unproductive day already.

TFLN - but better

So today has been hilarious with Halloween having been this weekend. And my friends are a riot so I wanted to share some of the down-right hysterical text messages I've recieved today.

"a. why do i dance because i have no rhythm b. why do i chug a bottle of wine in the wave bathroom to save money" which was followed by "oh yes. took a SERIOUS digger on the dance floor and my who knee cap and elbow are black and blue"

Friend numero dos starts my day with the following email: "I'm in love. And he's a fireman." Funnier if you understand that said friend is "in love" every Monday.

And my favorite, from the funniest Brit I ever met "She's a shy stripper. Which leaves all the work to me..."

I also feel compelled to share a quote from this weekend: "She's not really a gynecologist. She just wants to look..."

:) I love you all dearly. And thank you for making me laugh all the time. Hope everyone's Halloween went well! I was something my mother would not be proud of. Either way - I had a great time. The pumpkins L and I did are above. I did the gremlin one! Not bad huh? Especially considering I may or may not have been drinking...

That's all for now!

Oh Monday....

I drank a double bottle of Champagne by myself last night. By accident. Needless to say it's not a stellar Monday. Oh and my hair is so dirty that it's making my scalp itch. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever start to act like an adult. It's looking doubtful.

Found a new quote I love: "Where you used to be, there's a hole in the world which i find myself constantly walking around in the day time, and falling into at night..." ~Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Pretty huh?

Listening to: Nothing. I have a head ache. Still.

Pumpkin Lattes....

Ummm. I want to have babies with Starbucks Pumpkin Lattes. And the girl in front me of in line today smelled like Heaven.

:) TGIF.

Listening to: The Starting Line, Playing Favorites

pRoCrAsTiNaTiNg

Well I've been trying to think of other 'fun facts' to update the blog-o-sphere with ((aka avoiding work at all costs)). So the best part of my summer was my trip to Nova Scotia where my fam's from. That there is a 5.5 pd lobster that my cousin and I 'poached' out of trap we pulled up somewhere in the ocean where we were "fishing" ((aka drinking)). I ate that lobster - and I'm proud of it. Really pays off to have a hick family from the middle of no-where which also happens to be the most gorgeous place on earth.

I also quit smoking. And I think quitting smoking was a fucking stupid idea because I really like smoking. I like everything about smoking. And I'm miserable at being a non-smoker. But it's been like 2 months and i haven't killed anyone yet. Although I did throw my cellphone through my windshield. I'm still working on other ways to deal with stress....

Listening to: Anna Begins by Counting Crows for like three days now.

Well so much for...

Well so much for my New Years resolution to write more.... But I'm at work and I'm bored so this seems like a perfectly reasonable way to pass the time. Jesus it's been since February. I suppose I could use the excuse that life's been a little, let's say, hectic. First, D is no more. Done and done. Think "Bound to Happen" by The Spill Canvas. Moving on.... I have a son now. His name is Walter. He's a mini schnauzer. And he's an asshole - which i really appreciate about him. He's 8 months old at this point. See him? The black one? Super cute. He was also hit by a car at 6 months and broke his little pelvis, which has since mended and he's back to terrorizing me. Moving on - hm. I moved into a big-girl place, which is verging on impossible to afford since what we are endearingly calling "the divorce." But there's a new cast of characters now. Including L. I'll post that story another time. But L was a bad idea that turned into a great idea. More on that later. Aside from that, suppose not much has changed. Hopefully I'll be back to ranting about things on my mind soon... I just passed the last two hours reading every blog entry Jay Brannan ever wrote. He's worth reading if you have the time... Oh and I found a Beyonce song I like. But it's only because Kanye's in it. Dont tell ANYONE. More later...

25 Things...

1 – My feet stink. It makes me giggle.
2 – I have 2 pet rats and I couldn’t care less what you think about that.
3 – I drive like a lunatic and enjoy that about myself.
4 – I think old people shouldn’t be allowed to drive. Sorry. But it’s how I feel.
5 – I hate Beyonce with a passion. And Maroon 5 is the best band ever. Hands down. Oh that makes me think of Dashboard. They’re a close second. But yes, I hate Beyonce.
6 - I have no patience.
7 – My favorite place to be is in my bed.
8 – I cover my ears when I’m scared. I don’t know why. I just always have.
9 - I’m really afraid of the dark. Terribly afraid. Still.
10 – I cry a lot. Usually at reality television.
11 – I make stuff up a lot, and I exaggerate like crazy. And I don’t usually get caught. Unless Mich or Dani are there. They always know… Damn you both.
12 – I drink too much but don’t intend to stop any time soon. Same with cigarettes.
13 – I sing in my car. I dance sometimes too. It annoys a lot of people. Strangers usually look at me funny. But it feels good!
14 – I realized about an hour ago that I don’t have a bra on and I’m at work. I’m hoping no one will notice.
15 – I love to travel. Just got back from Puerto Rico this week. I'm wondering why my freckles multiple when I'm in the sun. I'm covered...
16 – Iced Coffee is like oxygen to me.
17 – I’m obsessed with my Mini Cooper. Obsessed.
18 - I have two tattoos that both mean a lot to me.
19 – I’m a vegetarian and have been since I was 8 years old.
20 – I’m in love, in that cheesy-smile kind of way!
21 – I die my hair completely different colors probably 4 times a year. I don’t know why.
22 – I’m super loud. I try not to be. But I just am.
23 – I too love anything pumpkin. Stole that from Mich, (( my favorite Mexican and best friend I’ll ever have ))
24 – I need to lose 20 pounds but am very excited about the Sicilian Pizza I’m having for dinner tonight.
25 – Can’t believe I made it this far… I used to have a really big freckle on my nose and I had to get it removed. But I still touch it when I’m upset. So if I’m touching my nose, it’s usually a good idea to back away slowly…

Have a good weekend!

I Fucking HATE Beyonce

I feel like the title of this says it all. I am Sasha Fierce? No. Fuck you. You aren't. You're Beyonce and you fucking irritate me to the core. Please understand, I woke up this morning in a really chipper mood. Life's great. And then i get in my car and I hear that fucking Single Ladies song come on Jamn' 94.5. No problem, I think. And I change the station to KISS 108. Except that that stupid fucking song is on there too. SO what do I do? I change it to 98.5. You wanna know what they were fucking playing? If I were a boy.... I honestly debated crashing my car into the guard rail. Every time I hear her fucking voice I want to inflict serious harm on myself and those around me. I'm not really sure why, but it's exactly what I feel. You aren't a boy, so shut the fuck up. Someone liked it AND put a ring on it, so again - PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP. It's like I can't get away from her. I have a REALLY hard time believing that anyone in the entire universe is not sick of her bullshit music. AND THEN she's invited to at the Inaugural Ball. Are you fucking kidding me? And to add insult to injury - she sings "AT LAST!" Etta James, one of the most fantastic vocalists of our time, is still alive and well! I'd give my fucking arm to see Etta James sing. What bullshit. Beyonce? Really Obama? Beyonce is everywhere. And I'd like to end this how I started it - I Fucking HATE Beyonce.

Thursday is Wineday

Every Thursday around this time of day my mind starts to wander... and it always ends up at Evolution Wine. Have you had it? No? Well you're missing out. It's a party in your mouth. AND on the back it says "Lucky Number 9." That's my lucky number! So it was inevitable that I would find this wine and fall in love... T minus 2 hours until I have a bottle. After all, Thursday is Wineday.

Listening to: Imogen Heap - "Headlock" and "Hide and Seek" on repeat.

Random

I sit at work in my suit sometimes and just laugh, usually out loud. If these people only knew what I do when I get home. It cracks me up. See those sexy slippers there? Yep. I just bought em. And I'm a professional? Nope. Don't think so. I wish i had my big purple slippers on right now. I also wish I could smoke ciggarettes at my desk. I know it's grosse. Get over it. I keep saying I'll quit but I dont honestly even want to. Is that bad? Any who... slow day at work. Not for lack of things to do but lack of motivation... just keep thinking about my big purple slippers. They're like having a pillow hug your feet. I'd trade my suit for those slippers any day... OH and I bought D one piece pajamas. Yeah the ones that button up the front and have feet in them. THey were intended as a joke but those PJs have made quite a few appearences. I hope some day I'm an adult. I'm just not there yet...

Listening to: Set Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol. You found me - The Fray. Acoustic versions of both The Kill and From Yesterday by 30 Seconds to Mars. And daydreaming about my slippers... I'm sure there will be more later.

~b

Rant...

When I was leaving work last night I heard two people talking about how many “true loves” they’ve had and how they loved one person so much more than another. Got me thinking – I have loved so many people in my life in so many different capacities. I can’t imagine trying to quantify those experiences. I don’t think you love people more than others – you can only love them differently. Whether it be for 5 minutes or 5 years, I think I have tried to love everyone as best I could in those moments. I don’t know. But I spent my ride home thinking about it – love is love. I think it’s immeasurable. I just try to be happy for when I feel it and the good and bad that come along with it. To me, life is about doing the things you love with the people you love. Isn’t that the idea? And who’s to put parameters or guide lines on that? It really kills me when people talk about “sexual preference.” Are there people out there that think some people just wake up like “YES! Today I prefer to live an alternative life style and take on all the obstacles and ridicule that that entails.”? It’s ridiculous. Preference suggests choice. No one would choose to walk an alternative path if in fact it was their choice. There is no choice involved. You can only feel what you feel and to deny yourself that would be a massive injustice. I think your body and your mind will lead you to where you should be; Attraction is innate. I think it’s impossible to understand the history of why someone is at where they are at in their life or why they feel what they feel. Well nearly impossible. Isn’t everyone just seeking that one GREAT love you see in fairy tales? But isn’t every love great? Doesn’t everyone want to wake up every single day and feel complete? It’s just not that easy all the time. Love is not easy, and it takes a ton of effort and respect. But it is not, to me, something that can be quantified or explained. It’s not something you can restrict or understand. It’s something you feel and nurture and work at. I feel very lucky to have so much love in my life. DH Lawrence said “"Life and love are life and love, and a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless." Perhaps we’d all be a little better off if we stop looking for meaning in it, and if we stopped trying to put an amount on it. Maybe we need to be thankful for the ability to love and feel loved and spend less time analyzing. I don’t know. Just a few of my thoughts…

My first blog!

SO thanks a TON to Tallula Bean for introducing me to this site! I'm hoping it will really inspire me to put my words down a lot more often! I used to consider myself writer so here's to hoping this will be my resurrection. In summary - I'm a little crazy I suppose; Super emotional. Pretty digressive in my thought patterns. You couldn't really put me in any categories in any part of my life, although people will try I've come to learn. I'm pretty happy for the most part; passionate to a fault. I'm very driven and border on aggressive I've been told. :) I love my family. I love my friends and am very thankful for the ones that have stood by me through the ups and downs. I think anything in life could be solved with a glass of wine, or 5. I like my job sometimes. I'm in a great relationship that I've been in for 2 years. I'm sure D will make an appearance here every now and then. I believe a lot in reciprocity and karma. I don't know! I'm sure there will be more to learn as I go. Until next time... ~b