Blogging for a month straight (yes, I know I skipped two days....let's move on) has been quite the challenge.
There were some days where I had a ton to say and other days where I just wanted to go to bed.
I am glad I did this challenge. It forced me to use this outlet to express some feelings that I wouldn't have otherwise expressed. This challenge gave me the opportunity to insert creativity into my day which has been great since my job doesn't really call for creativity. This challenge helped me prove that I can do anything on a daily basis as long as I prioritize and make the time.
This challenge also taught me that I don't want to be a blogger that blogs everyday - sorry - but I'm more of a three times a week kind of gal. So what I've decided to do is to make a commitment to blog 3 times per week. I don't know if I'm going to do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday sort of schedule or maybe a Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. That's something I need to decide.
On that note, I'm signing off. It's late, I'm exhausted, and I need to recharge. Tomorrow is a new day and a new month with new possibilities.
Looking forward to it. See you later October.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Oh Sandy Baby
Hurricane Sandy is hammering the East Coast. Massachusetts declared a state of emergency so I didn't have to go to work today. Yippee for me. Not so yippee for others. Luckily we didn't lose power today. I did laundry, I cleaned, I organized, I got a sh*t ton done around the house.
NJ & NY are getting absolutely slammed by this storm. I pray for those that have had to leave their homes. I pray for those that have lost their homes. I pray for those that ignored evacuation orders and are now stuck in their flooded homes. I am fortunate that I am blogging from the comfort of my bed with a kitty at my feet and the power working.
I send prayers to those that aren't as fortunate.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Oops...
.....I did it again.
I forgot to blog yesterday.....
In my defense, we have this big storm coming, and I spent yesterday getting prepped for all of the "just in case" issues that could arise. In the midst of the prepping I forgot to blog.
So sorry.
Anywho.
I received an unexpected phone call tonight from Bandit's former mom. We keep in touch every so often via email - she sends me cute little kitty trinkets and cat books she finds at yard sales. I send her photos, and videos and updates of how Bandit is doing.
A few weeks back I sent her a video of Ebenezer and Bandit having a bromance session in the living room. I knew that Bandit and Ebenezer were getting along and I had a feeling that they were more in love with each other than I was able to witness. One night after dinner, I stumbled upon Ebenezer bathing Bandit, and I was able to get the whole thing on video.
Crazy Cat Lady, table for one.
I emailed the video to Bandit's former mom. Normally, when I send a Bandit message, she will write me back to thank me and to let me know how much I brightened her day. Tonight she called me instead. We chatted for awhile about our animals and her family and about the rescue work that she does.
And then she paid me one of the best compliments I've received in a long time.
"You're an angel," she said. I thanked her for the compliment and told her how much we love Bandit and how he has become part of our family (zoo).
"You are," she said, "you're an angel for what you've done for us, and for Bandit."
I thought it was so interesting that just a few days ago, I posted about Bandit, and I appropriately titled that post, "Angel."
There are days when I wonder if I've made the right decision taking him in. I wonder if I did the right thing in making my life more complicated and in making my husband's life more complicated.
After speaking to Bandit's former mom tonight, what I already knew deep down has been reinforced. I did do the right thing. I'm not sure why he came to us, or why I'm supposed to be the one to care for him, all I know is that this is the way it's supposed to be.
He is my little angel, and I am his. The rest is irrelevant.
I forgot to blog yesterday.....
In my defense, we have this big storm coming, and I spent yesterday getting prepped for all of the "just in case" issues that could arise. In the midst of the prepping I forgot to blog.
So sorry.
Anywho.
I received an unexpected phone call tonight from Bandit's former mom. We keep in touch every so often via email - she sends me cute little kitty trinkets and cat books she finds at yard sales. I send her photos, and videos and updates of how Bandit is doing.
A few weeks back I sent her a video of Ebenezer and Bandit having a bromance session in the living room. I knew that Bandit and Ebenezer were getting along and I had a feeling that they were more in love with each other than I was able to witness. One night after dinner, I stumbled upon Ebenezer bathing Bandit, and I was able to get the whole thing on video.
Crazy Cat Lady, table for one.
I emailed the video to Bandit's former mom. Normally, when I send a Bandit message, she will write me back to thank me and to let me know how much I brightened her day. Tonight she called me instead. We chatted for awhile about our animals and her family and about the rescue work that she does.
And then she paid me one of the best compliments I've received in a long time.
"You're an angel," she said. I thanked her for the compliment and told her how much we love Bandit and how he has become part of our family (zoo).
"You are," she said, "you're an angel for what you've done for us, and for Bandit."
I thought it was so interesting that just a few days ago, I posted about Bandit, and I appropriately titled that post, "Angel."
There are days when I wonder if I've made the right decision taking him in. I wonder if I did the right thing in making my life more complicated and in making my husband's life more complicated.
After speaking to Bandit's former mom tonight, what I already knew deep down has been reinforced. I did do the right thing. I'm not sure why he came to us, or why I'm supposed to be the one to care for him, all I know is that this is the way it's supposed to be.
He is my little angel, and I am his. The rest is irrelevant.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Stretch
Have you ever noticed how much people just don't stretch?
Thursday nights I attempt to make it to a yoga class at a local yoga studio. I tend to start the class tense and stiff, but as class progresses, I begin to loosen up and feel really good. So good I often wonder, why don't I stretch more on my own.
Why don't we stretch more on our own?
Stretching feels good - really, really, really good, but I seldom do it except right after working out. Even as I stretch after a workout, I normally rush through it because it's stretching. And I want to get it over with.
But why do we feel the need to hurry through the stretching when it feels sooooooooo good?
Ideally, I would love to get up in the morning, and dedicate 10-15 minutes of stretching but as much as stretching feels good, sleeping an additional 10-15 minutes is so much better.
Maybe I should try to stretch more.
However, as I'm typing, my eyelids are slowly closing so maybe I should hold on to that extra 10-15 minutes of sleep instead....
Thursday nights I attempt to make it to a yoga class at a local yoga studio. I tend to start the class tense and stiff, but as class progresses, I begin to loosen up and feel really good. So good I often wonder, why don't I stretch more on my own.
Why don't we stretch more on our own?
Stretching feels good - really, really, really good, but I seldom do it except right after working out. Even as I stretch after a workout, I normally rush through it because it's stretching. And I want to get it over with.
But why do we feel the need to hurry through the stretching when it feels sooooooooo good?
Ideally, I would love to get up in the morning, and dedicate 10-15 minutes of stretching but as much as stretching feels good, sleeping an additional 10-15 minutes is so much better.
Maybe I should try to stretch more.
However, as I'm typing, my eyelids are slowly closing so maybe I should hold on to that extra 10-15 minutes of sleep instead....
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Angel
It's been six months since Bandit was scheduled to be put down.
It hasn't been an easy transition.
Taking in a chronically ill animal is never something I sought out to do, but the situation fell into my hands. Caring for him has been quite the challenge. I have had to learn the ins and outs of feline diabetes in a rather short amount of time. I've read, and researched, and asked questions. I've joined forums and made friends with other crazy cat ladies across the country that have taken me under their wing. They give advice, and pointers and best practices when it comes to caring for my Sugar Baby (that's the term of endearment for diabetic kitties). It's been a long, bumpy, stressful road and Bandit is finally feeling better.
It's taken quite a toll on my sanity.
It's hard to tell people that I have a diabetic kitty at home that requires two shots of insulin a day. They usually give me some sort of "b*tch, you must be crazy" look accompanied by one of the following phrases:
"Are you serious?"
"It's a cat? With diabetes?"
"You're crazy!"
Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I'm wasting my time and energy.
But then I realize - I'm not crazy. I'm not wasting my time or energy. This is me. This is what I love to do. Would life be easier if Bandit wasn't in our lives? Of course, but it's also so awesome that he is here. Brian and I absolutely love this little freak of nature - pain in the arse kitty. Now that his diabetes is more or less under control, we are actually enjoying our third kitty. He sleeps between us every night, and I wake up every morning with a purring fur ball snuggled into my belly.
He's only been in our household for six months but I can't remember what it was like before he was here.
I love the little furball.
Brian predicted early on that "fostering" Bandit meant that Bandit would never be leaving.
I believe his words were, "You know that no one will care for him like you care for him. He is here to stay."
Boy, I hate to admit it when my husband is right.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday
The highlight of any Monday is catching an all new episode of Hoarders.
I have a pile of laundry that needs to be put away and some other cleaning that should be done....
But after watching these train wrecks I feel like Martha friggin Stewart.
Next up is Intervention....
Nothing like spending an evening with the decay of Western Society so that I can feel better about myself.
Yippee!
I have a pile of laundry that needs to be put away and some other cleaning that should be done....
But after watching these train wrecks I feel like Martha friggin Stewart.
Next up is Intervention....
Nothing like spending an evening with the decay of Western Society so that I can feel better about myself.
Yippee!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Denial
While folding laundry this afternoon, I came across a new VH1 show called, "I Married A...."
A show that chronicles the lives of individuals that are in very unconventional relationships.
I'm a type A, anal retentive, OCD, cleaning obsessed control freak, and Brian's idea of being prepared is having clean underwear - that's about as unconventional as I get....
So back to the show.....
As I folded my husband's clean underwear and t-shirts, I watched the following couple with my mouth agape and one thought running over and over in my mind:
"What the F*CK?"
Apparently this couple is married, are both considered heterosexual, yet he is a gay porn star. A straight gay porn star. And she is ok with it.
This prompted me to run downstairs to use my husband as a little research project.
"Honey, can a man have sex with another man if he isn't gay? Can a guy take it up the a*s and still be straight?"
Again, I get shot the look of criminal insanity. That's happening a lot around here lately.
After the look of criminal insanity, he replies: "I don't know what the hell you're watching up there, but the answer is no."
I wanted throw this question out to you - is it possible to be "Gay for Pay?" Can a straight man get and maintain an erection, engage in sex with another man, and still be a straight man?
Ladies, quick, go ask your husband. I'm guessing you'll get the criminally insane look as well.
My take - I say both hubby and wife are in denial. If a man can engage in consensual sexual activity with another man, my opinion is that he is not straight. As Phoebe from Friends once sang:
"Sometimes men love women, and sometimes men love men. And then there are bi-sexuals but some just say they're kidding themselves......"
There are some that believe that sexual preference is complex - that preference is not a black and white issue. Some believe that sexual preference is a sliding scale with straight at one end and gay at the other with a whole bunch of other stuff to fill the middle. Sort of gay, sort of straight, gay with straight tendencies and vice versa. Again, I disagree. You either prefer men or you prefer women. Bi-sexuality is just a bridge that leads to one or the other.
A show that chronicles the lives of individuals that are in very unconventional relationships.
I'm a type A, anal retentive, OCD, cleaning obsessed control freak, and Brian's idea of being prepared is having clean underwear - that's about as unconventional as I get....
So back to the show.....
As I folded my husband's clean underwear and t-shirts, I watched the following couple with my mouth agape and one thought running over and over in my mind:
"What the F*CK?"
Get More: I'm Married To A..., I'm Married To A...
Apparently this couple is married, are both considered heterosexual, yet he is a gay porn star. A straight gay porn star. And she is ok with it.
This prompted me to run downstairs to use my husband as a little research project.
"Honey, can a man have sex with another man if he isn't gay? Can a guy take it up the a*s and still be straight?"
Again, I get shot the look of criminal insanity. That's happening a lot around here lately.
After the look of criminal insanity, he replies: "I don't know what the hell you're watching up there, but the answer is no."
I wanted throw this question out to you - is it possible to be "Gay for Pay?" Can a straight man get and maintain an erection, engage in sex with another man, and still be a straight man?
Ladies, quick, go ask your husband. I'm guessing you'll get the criminally insane look as well.
My take - I say both hubby and wife are in denial. If a man can engage in consensual sexual activity with another man, my opinion is that he is not straight. As Phoebe from Friends once sang:
"Sometimes men love women, and sometimes men love men. And then there are bi-sexuals but some just say they're kidding themselves......"
There are some that believe that sexual preference is complex - that preference is not a black and white issue. Some believe that sexual preference is a sliding scale with straight at one end and gay at the other with a whole bunch of other stuff to fill the middle. Sort of gay, sort of straight, gay with straight tendencies and vice versa. Again, I disagree. You either prefer men or you prefer women. Bi-sexuality is just a bridge that leads to one or the other.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Dazed and Confused
Have you ever NOT seen a movie that everyone has seen? A movie that people quote at parties, while you're thinking to yourself, "I have ZERO idea what these people are talking about but I'm going to smile and laugh and pretend like I do."
I smile and laugh and pretend I do a lot. About everything.
So chances are if you're engaged in a conversation with me, I'm probably only understanding about 50-75% of what your talking about, but I nod and act interested just so I don't make a f*cking a*shole out of myself.
I thought you should know.
So back to my original point - My husband has roped me into watching Dazed and Confused tonight. I was really hoping to watch Eat Pray Love, but sadly, I lost the tv watching battle. Brian can't believe I've never seen this movie, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how I haven't seen it either.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love coming of age movies. I could quote Sixteen Candles from beginning to end, 365 days a year.
But this movie - I'm thinking I've never seen it, or been able to sit through the whole thing because it's totally told from a male point of view. My dear husband is dying laughing and I hate to admit it, but I'm contemplating putting myself out of my misery and heading to bed at 9 pm on a Saturday night.
Not to mention watching all of these 18 year olds having an awesome time while I sit on my couch in my bathrobe is rather depressing.
I even suggested to the hubs that we throw on some clothes and head out for a quick drink - maybe even engage in some role playing....pretend we just met at the bar, do a little flirting, let him take me home, and you know, have his way with me.
He looked at me like I was criminally insane.
Maybe if I wasn't wearing this ratty old bathrobe, I'd be more convincing....
*SIGH*
I smile and laugh and pretend I do a lot. About everything.
So chances are if you're engaged in a conversation with me, I'm probably only understanding about 50-75% of what your talking about, but I nod and act interested just so I don't make a f*cking a*shole out of myself.
I thought you should know.
So back to my original point - My husband has roped me into watching Dazed and Confused tonight. I was really hoping to watch Eat Pray Love, but sadly, I lost the tv watching battle. Brian can't believe I've never seen this movie, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how I haven't seen it either.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love coming of age movies. I could quote Sixteen Candles from beginning to end, 365 days a year.
But this movie - I'm thinking I've never seen it, or been able to sit through the whole thing because it's totally told from a male point of view. My dear husband is dying laughing and I hate to admit it, but I'm contemplating putting myself out of my misery and heading to bed at 9 pm on a Saturday night.
Not to mention watching all of these 18 year olds having an awesome time while I sit on my couch in my bathrobe is rather depressing.
I even suggested to the hubs that we throw on some clothes and head out for a quick drink - maybe even engage in some role playing....pretend we just met at the bar, do a little flirting, let him take me home, and you know, have his way with me.
He looked at me like I was criminally insane.
Maybe if I wasn't wearing this ratty old bathrobe, I'd be more convincing....
*SIGH*
Friday, October 19, 2012
TGI to the F
“Life offers you a thousand chances... all you have to do is take one.”
-Frances Mayes
Happy Friday
-Frances Mayes
Happy Friday
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Awake?
It's been a long day.
Funeral services this morning - and golfing with work peeps this afternoon.
I popped my golfing cherry today.
That phrase is disgusting, but I'm so exhausted, I really can't think of any other way to phrase it.
Let's chat tomorrow.
Nighty.
Funeral services this morning - and golfing with work peeps this afternoon.
I popped my golfing cherry today.
That phrase is disgusting, but I'm so exhausted, I really can't think of any other way to phrase it.
Let's chat tomorrow.
Nighty.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Twisted
My television show preferences exist far from what most women my age consider normal.
I don't watch any of the shows most women my age watch - I don't watch any of the shows that women in general watch - and I never have.
Actually, that isn't entirely true - in the past, I have succumbed to social pressure so that I could interact with the other women at the proverbial water cooler.
"Did you catch Idol last night?"
"Omigod, Grey's was amazing!"
I will admit, I dabbled in Grey's Anatomy and American Idol back in the day, but it's been some time since I've watched the popular main stream shows.
No Idol, No Voice, No X-Factor, No Kardashians, No Modern Family, No Revenge.
No Survivor, No Amazing Race, No Bachelor and No Bachelorette.
Actually, since we're on the subject of the Bachelor and the Bachelorette - I feel that anyone that watches either of those two shows must be, on some level, mentally retarded.
Just my opinion.
"So watch do you watch?"
Great question.
One of my favorite shows is premiering it's second season tonight, and I'm one happy camper.
I'm allowed to call other girls mentally retarded because based on my tv watching preferences, they're calling me sick and twisted.
I'm totally ok with that.
I don't watch any of the shows most women my age watch - I don't watch any of the shows that women in general watch - and I never have.
Actually, that isn't entirely true - in the past, I have succumbed to social pressure so that I could interact with the other women at the proverbial water cooler.
"Did you catch Idol last night?"
"Omigod, Grey's was amazing!"
I will admit, I dabbled in Grey's Anatomy and American Idol back in the day, but it's been some time since I've watched the popular main stream shows.
No Idol, No Voice, No X-Factor, No Kardashians, No Modern Family, No Revenge.
No Survivor, No Amazing Race, No Bachelor and No Bachelorette.
Actually, since we're on the subject of the Bachelor and the Bachelorette - I feel that anyone that watches either of those two shows must be, on some level, mentally retarded.
Just my opinion.
"So watch do you watch?"
Great question.
One of my favorite shows is premiering it's second season tonight, and I'm one happy camper.
I'm allowed to call other girls mentally retarded because based on my tv watching preferences, they're calling me sick and twisted.
I'm totally ok with that.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Unsaid
I try really hard to be a good person.
I try really hard to be a good wife.
A good friend. A good sister.
A good daughter.
I just try to be really good overall. But sometimes it's hard to live up to such high expectations. Sometimes text messages go unanswered, phone calls unreturned, and time passes by and you forget to check in, to say hello, to ask, "how are you?"
I hate to use the cliche phrase, "that's life," but it's true. We get caught up in important things, and to be perfectly honest, not so important things. We sometimes lose sight of the right direction and waste so much time just wasting time.
Sometimes we leave a lot of things unsaid. Not on purpose, but it happens.
Sometimes we can make up for it. And sometimes, it's just simply too late.
It's too late for us Dear Cousin.
I can't remember when I last saw you last, and I can't remember why I waited so long to return your call. I failed to get in touch and ask, "how are you?"
And I'm sorry.
I hope you are at peace.
I try really hard to be a good wife.
A good friend. A good sister.
A good daughter.
I just try to be really good overall. But sometimes it's hard to live up to such high expectations. Sometimes text messages go unanswered, phone calls unreturned, and time passes by and you forget to check in, to say hello, to ask, "how are you?"
I hate to use the cliche phrase, "that's life," but it's true. We get caught up in important things, and to be perfectly honest, not so important things. We sometimes lose sight of the right direction and waste so much time just wasting time.
Sometimes we leave a lot of things unsaid. Not on purpose, but it happens.
Sometimes we can make up for it. And sometimes, it's just simply too late.
It's too late for us Dear Cousin.
I can't remember when I last saw you last, and I can't remember why I waited so long to return your call. I failed to get in touch and ask, "how are you?"
And I'm sorry.
I hope you are at peace.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Skipped
I've experienced a minor hiccup in my 31 days of blogging.
I skipped yesterday.
I know, I know, this is about blogging everyday for 31 days straight and if I skip a day then techinally I'm not blogging 31 days in a row and I've defeated the whole purpose of this little project.
But hear me out.
I didn't purposely not blog yesterday.
I simply forgot.
Although I'm committed to blogging everyday, I'm not USED to having to blog everyday.
I supposed I could blog twice in one day which will result in 31 posts over a period of 31 days so I guess that would count....
And I would be back on track.
Like I said, minor hiccup. I got it all figured out.
Relax. Geesh.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Saturdays
Are for eating pizza, and ice cream, and taking the dog on long walks, and snuggling with the kitties while watching horrible tv shows.....
What do you like to do on Saturdays?
Friday, October 12, 2012
Let's Do This
I watched this ten times today and cracked up each time
I hope I'm not this bad.....
Tough sh*t if I am.
Happy Friday!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Suh-LEEPY
I don't have much for you tonight.
I got home from work 2 hours ago and then attempted to watch the Vice-Presidential Debate.
My brain is so fried, all I understood from Senator Ryan and Vice President Biden was:
WAHH WUH BLAH BLAH BLIBBITY BOO.....I believe the word "Malarkey" was used in there somewhere....
I have zero capacity to even begin to understand concepts of foreign policy and tax cuts at the moment.
Ryan looked handsome though and Biden smiled and chuckled a ton.
Which was weird.
The smiling and chuckling. Not the handsome-ness.
But that's about all I got out of tonight.
Off to roll up with a kitty....conference call bright and early at 8 am.
What's my name again?
I got home from work 2 hours ago and then attempted to watch the Vice-Presidential Debate.
My brain is so fried, all I understood from Senator Ryan and Vice President Biden was:
WAHH WUH BLAH BLAH BLIBBITY BOO.....I believe the word "Malarkey" was used in there somewhere....
I have zero capacity to even begin to understand concepts of foreign policy and tax cuts at the moment.
Ryan looked handsome though and Biden smiled and chuckled a ton.
Which was weird.
The smiling and chuckling. Not the handsome-ness.
But that's about all I got out of tonight.
Off to roll up with a kitty....conference call bright and early at 8 am.
What's my name again?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Crazy Weirdo Student Girl
I have a great group of men and women that take my spin class. I absolutely love, love, LOVE my small, but faithful and dedicated, spin following. We laugh, tell jokes, share stories - it's wonderful!
I'm kind of famous in a very small and insignificant way.
Once in awhile I get a transient weirdo that decides to take my class for a few weeks then thankfully disappears. Don't get me wrong - I do have "regular" weirdos, but I've learned their quirks and have actually grown to love and appreciate them.
Weirdos need love too.
Like this one guy - who may or may not have some sort of mental instability - that comes in and tells me about every marathon he has run, when he is running his next one, what he plans on doing over the weekend, what he did the previous weekend and sometimes tells me everything he has eaten that day, EVERY TIME HE COMES TO CLASS. Sometimes, when he really gets into the class, he sings along with the music which sounds like a monotone hummmmmmmmmmmmmm. He is a sweet man and has grown on me because he is harmless and kind and shakes my hand or high fives me at the end of class and is nice and courteous with the other students.
Or this other guy that sits in the front row and does his own thing at his own pace.
The entire class.
For the last 4 years.
Whatev, he doesn't bother me either. Harmless weirdo, that's all.
But once in awhile a true weirdo comes along that irks the f*ck out of me.
Case in point - there is a 20-something Korean girl (not that her being Korean matters, I'm just trying to paint a mental image here) that is a little on crazy weirdo side.
For example - sometimes at the end of class, a student will come up to me to talk about something that isn't necessarily private, but is still a conversation between the two of us. I was chatting with one student about her job at a local real estate office and I began asking questions about property in the area when crazy weirdo student girl butted in and said, "So, you want to move?"
Again, the conversation wasn't private, but it was between this other student and myself. I simply looked at her and said, "No, just asking some questions."
This crazy weirdo student girl will linger at the end of every class and insert herself into any conversation that I may be having with a student that isn't her.
F*cking weird.
I've mentioned in other posts that my classroom is small and consists of 14 bikes. My class is popular so it is necessary to sign a sign up sheet at the front desk in order to secure a spot in class.
If you're not on the list, you don't get a bike. Simple right?
So a few months back, on a full night, crazy weirdo student girl barged in as I was about to start class and crazily asked, "are you full?"
I told her I was, apologized, told her to try next again next week, and proceeded to start my class since it was like 5:59.
Crazy weirdo student girl started to tear up (yes, as in cry) and then went into this panic rant:
"It's not fair for students that come every week to not get a bike, when people who don't come every week can just decide to show up and they get a bike and they're not here all the time, and I'm HERE every week and it's not fair...."
Blah, blah, blah.
She went on and on and on and I kept trying to apologize while shooing her out the door but she wouldn't back down.
I finally had to sternly say, "It's past 6. I need to start class."
I gave crazy weirdo student girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she had a bad day. Maybe she has PMS. Maybe her dog died. Maybe her boss is a dick. I figured she had some sort of underlying reason to almost break down in tears over the lack of spin bikes on a Wednesday night.
I mean really.
So fast forward to tonight. Class is full and I'm about to start when the spin room door whips open and crazy weirdo student girl frantically stumbles in.
"ARE YOU FULL?"
"Yes," I reply, "I'm sorry, if you haven't signed in, then there aren't any bikes available."
Now, a normal person would be disappointed, but would gracefully bow out of class and try again next week.
Not crazy weirdo student girl.
She starts pointing to two new girls in the front row and begins to raise her voice.
"People just decide that they're going to take a spin class and they come and take up the bikes and people like ME, who are here every week don't get a bike. It's NOT FAIR!"
Again, the almost tears, and the "it's not fair," and the raised voice.
This b*tch had worked my last nerve.
Luckily (for her) one of my wonderful regulars, who had planned to leave class early, gave up his bike so that crazy weirdo student girl could stay.
I'm really wishing he hadn't offered up his bike because I was really looking forward to asking her and her craziness to get the f*ck out, but alas, apparently tonight wasn't my night for confrontation.
Next week might be an entirely different story......
I'm kind of famous in a very small and insignificant way.
Once in awhile I get a transient weirdo that decides to take my class for a few weeks then thankfully disappears. Don't get me wrong - I do have "regular" weirdos, but I've learned their quirks and have actually grown to love and appreciate them.
Weirdos need love too.
Like this one guy - who may or may not have some sort of mental instability - that comes in and tells me about every marathon he has run, when he is running his next one, what he plans on doing over the weekend, what he did the previous weekend and sometimes tells me everything he has eaten that day, EVERY TIME HE COMES TO CLASS. Sometimes, when he really gets into the class, he sings along with the music which sounds like a monotone hummmmmmmmmmmmmm. He is a sweet man and has grown on me because he is harmless and kind and shakes my hand or high fives me at the end of class and is nice and courteous with the other students.
Or this other guy that sits in the front row and does his own thing at his own pace.
The entire class.
For the last 4 years.
Whatev, he doesn't bother me either. Harmless weirdo, that's all.
But once in awhile a true weirdo comes along that irks the f*ck out of me.
Case in point - there is a 20-something Korean girl (not that her being Korean matters, I'm just trying to paint a mental image here) that is a little on crazy weirdo side.
For example - sometimes at the end of class, a student will come up to me to talk about something that isn't necessarily private, but is still a conversation between the two of us. I was chatting with one student about her job at a local real estate office and I began asking questions about property in the area when crazy weirdo student girl butted in and said, "So, you want to move?"
Again, the conversation wasn't private, but it was between this other student and myself. I simply looked at her and said, "No, just asking some questions."
This crazy weirdo student girl will linger at the end of every class and insert herself into any conversation that I may be having with a student that isn't her.
F*cking weird.
I've mentioned in other posts that my classroom is small and consists of 14 bikes. My class is popular so it is necessary to sign a sign up sheet at the front desk in order to secure a spot in class.
If you're not on the list, you don't get a bike. Simple right?
So a few months back, on a full night, crazy weirdo student girl barged in as I was about to start class and crazily asked, "are you full?"
I told her I was, apologized, told her to try next again next week, and proceeded to start my class since it was like 5:59.
Crazy weirdo student girl started to tear up (yes, as in cry) and then went into this panic rant:
"It's not fair for students that come every week to not get a bike, when people who don't come every week can just decide to show up and they get a bike and they're not here all the time, and I'm HERE every week and it's not fair...."
Blah, blah, blah.
She went on and on and on and I kept trying to apologize while shooing her out the door but she wouldn't back down.
I finally had to sternly say, "It's past 6. I need to start class."
I gave crazy weirdo student girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she had a bad day. Maybe she has PMS. Maybe her dog died. Maybe her boss is a dick. I figured she had some sort of underlying reason to almost break down in tears over the lack of spin bikes on a Wednesday night.
I mean really.
So fast forward to tonight. Class is full and I'm about to start when the spin room door whips open and crazy weirdo student girl frantically stumbles in.
"ARE YOU FULL?"
"Yes," I reply, "I'm sorry, if you haven't signed in, then there aren't any bikes available."
Now, a normal person would be disappointed, but would gracefully bow out of class and try again next week.
Not crazy weirdo student girl.
She starts pointing to two new girls in the front row and begins to raise her voice.
"People just decide that they're going to take a spin class and they come and take up the bikes and people like ME, who are here every week don't get a bike. It's NOT FAIR!"
Again, the almost tears, and the "it's not fair," and the raised voice.
This b*tch had worked my last nerve.
Luckily (for her) one of my wonderful regulars, who had planned to leave class early, gave up his bike so that crazy weirdo student girl could stay.
I'm really wishing he hadn't offered up his bike because I was really looking forward to asking her and her craziness to get the f*ck out, but alas, apparently tonight wasn't my night for confrontation.
Next week might be an entirely different story......
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The Shmooze
A large part of my job involves shmoozing.
When a physician sends me a text at 3:30 pm that states, "drinks tonight?" It's pretty much my job to say:
"Sure! When and where?"
I was hoping to do absolutely nothing tonight. I was hoping to slip into my pajamas after work and head to bed early, but alas, I received a text, and headed out.
This usually involves some careful orchestrating with the Hubs to make sure all the animals are fed, walked, and shot up, so that Mommy can head out to work.
I kind of sound like an Escort. But I'm not. I swear.
Brian is wonderfully supportive when it comes to this aspect of my job.
"Do what you have to do," he says. Although this doesn't happen all the time, it does happen, and I have to muster up some extra energy and head out for some dinner and drinks on a Tuesday night.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I had a great dinner, with some great wine, and some great company. However, when you're cuddled up with your loved ones at 8 o'clock on a Tuesday night, I'm out wondering how THIS night out is going to score me some additional business and make me more money.
As Lil' Kim stated, "it's all about the Benjamins baby."
When a physician sends me a text at 3:30 pm that states, "drinks tonight?" It's pretty much my job to say:
"Sure! When and where?"
I was hoping to do absolutely nothing tonight. I was hoping to slip into my pajamas after work and head to bed early, but alas, I received a text, and headed out.
This usually involves some careful orchestrating with the Hubs to make sure all the animals are fed, walked, and shot up, so that Mommy can head out to work.
I kind of sound like an Escort. But I'm not. I swear.
Brian is wonderfully supportive when it comes to this aspect of my job.
"Do what you have to do," he says. Although this doesn't happen all the time, it does happen, and I have to muster up some extra energy and head out for some dinner and drinks on a Tuesday night.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I had a great dinner, with some great wine, and some great company. However, when you're cuddled up with your loved ones at 8 o'clock on a Tuesday night, I'm out wondering how THIS night out is going to score me some additional business and make me more money.
As Lil' Kim stated, "it's all about the Benjamins baby."
Monday, October 8, 2012
Blech
Not feeling so hot today.
I don't know why I continue to try to pitter patter around the house when I don't feel well. I tell myself, "I will get into bed after I put away this basket of laundry."
"I will get into bed after I scoop the litter box."
"I will get into bed after putting the dishes away."
Brian normally follows me around saying, "Just go to bed."
"Just go to bed!"
"PLEASE, will you just go to bed?!?!"
I always reply, "Two seconds, I just have to (fill in chore here)."
Tonight's response:
"I have to blog first, then I'm going to bed."
So this is me blogging. I'm going to go make some chamomile tea, blow dry my hair, grab one, two, or all three kitties and call it a night.
Everything else can wait.
Night.
I don't know why I continue to try to pitter patter around the house when I don't feel well. I tell myself, "I will get into bed after I put away this basket of laundry."
"I will get into bed after I scoop the litter box."
"I will get into bed after putting the dishes away."
Brian normally follows me around saying, "Just go to bed."
"Just go to bed!"
"PLEASE, will you just go to bed?!?!"
I always reply, "Two seconds, I just have to (fill in chore here)."
Tonight's response:
"I have to blog first, then I'm going to bed."
So this is me blogging. I'm going to go make some chamomile tea, blow dry my hair, grab one, two, or all three kitties and call it a night.
Everything else can wait.
Night.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Fighting
I'm no expert on the subject of marriage.
I only have one year of marriage experience under my belt but I've managed to acquire a small amount of knowledge when it comes to successfully navigating the sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, seas of matrimony.
Sometimes you will be right, and your spouse will be wrong.
Sometimes your spouse will be right, and you will be wrong.
Either way, it doesn't really matter.
Name calling, berating comments, and dirty looks will never help when trying to resolve a disagreement. It will only add gasoline to the fire.
Sometimes the other person just wants to be heard. Although you may not see where they are coming from, or agree with their position, it's important to HEAR them, and to acknowledge that how they feel matters. Even if you feel that your spouse's position is unjustified - just consider their point of view.
Don't walk away if your spouse is looking for you to listen.
Walk away if you feel like you're going to spat out something you'll regret saying.
Words can hurt, so consider them carefully before you unleash them. Once they are spoken, you can't take them back.
Make up. Say you're sorry for starting the fight. Say you're sorry for fighting back. Promise each other to work on communicating better, to listening better, to helping around the house better, to nagging better (or less).
Make love. Nothing says I'm sorry like gettin' your groove on.
I only have one year of marriage experience under my belt but I've managed to acquire a small amount of knowledge when it comes to successfully navigating the sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, seas of matrimony.
Sometimes you will be right, and your spouse will be wrong.
Sometimes your spouse will be right, and you will be wrong.
Either way, it doesn't really matter.
Name calling, berating comments, and dirty looks will never help when trying to resolve a disagreement. It will only add gasoline to the fire.
Sometimes the other person just wants to be heard. Although you may not see where they are coming from, or agree with their position, it's important to HEAR them, and to acknowledge that how they feel matters. Even if you feel that your spouse's position is unjustified - just consider their point of view.
Don't walk away if your spouse is looking for you to listen.
Walk away if you feel like you're going to spat out something you'll regret saying.
Words can hurt, so consider them carefully before you unleash them. Once they are spoken, you can't take them back.
Make up. Say you're sorry for starting the fight. Say you're sorry for fighting back. Promise each other to work on communicating better, to listening better, to helping around the house better, to nagging better (or less).
Make love. Nothing says I'm sorry like gettin' your groove on.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
A. Dorable.
I got to spend my evening with my Godson Wes and a large plate of sushi.
I spent my morning at the kitty shelter.
I sat in bed with my kitties in between the morning and the evening and did absolutely nothing but chill.
It's been a great day.
Hope your day was great :)
I spent my morning at the kitty shelter.
I sat in bed with my kitties in between the morning and the evening and did absolutely nothing but chill.
It's been a great day.
Hope your day was great :)
Friday, October 5, 2012
Fridizzle
I was hoping to post a light hearted comical video to kick off the long weekend.
Except - YouTube is being jerky.
Damn you YouTube.
Instead you get a picture of Brian and I from our trip to Aruba this summer
Isn't he handsome?
Happy Friday!
Except - YouTube is being jerky.
Damn you YouTube.
Instead you get a picture of Brian and I from our trip to Aruba this summer
Isn't he handsome?
Happy Friday!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Back To The Shore
If you're not a Jersey Shore fan I advise you stop reading right now.
Like, now. Stop. Go away.
I'm really not sure what my fascination is with this God awful collection of rejects, but I love them, and I've seen every episode. Every fight between Sam and Ron, every skank The Situation has brought back to the house, every disgusting make out session between Deena and Snooki and I laugh every time they sing "T-shirttttttttttttttt TIME."
Seriously, if you don't watch the show, I wouldn't keep reading.
The first episode of the last season of Jersey Shore airs tonight and I'm having mixed emotions. The gang is all there, but Snooki is pregnant and The Situation is sober.
What?
I suppose the show COULD still be cool to watch if it were one or the other - if The Situation was still a booze bag, and Snooki was pregnant OR if The Situation was sober and Snooki wasn't knocked up....but sober and pregnant all at once.....yikes. That's a whole lot of responsible-ness going down in a house that was built on a foundation of casual sex, binge drinking, and adolescent shenanigans.
Sooooo funny......
I'm still going to watch this season, but I feel as if The Jersey Shore has jumped the shark. Sam and Ron are currently back together, Deena has no partner in crime, JWoww is in a serious relationship with her boy Roger, and as I mentioned earlier, The Situation isn't drinking and neither is Snooki.
How on God's green earth are they going to make this last season entertaining???
Oh wait...I forgot about Pauly D.
I always tell Brian that if anything happens to him, I'm marrying Pauly D.
And now they're poking at Snooki's growing belly....snooooooooooooze.
More Pauly D please!
Like, now. Stop. Go away.
I'm really not sure what my fascination is with this God awful collection of rejects, but I love them, and I've seen every episode. Every fight between Sam and Ron, every skank The Situation has brought back to the house, every disgusting make out session between Deena and Snooki and I laugh every time they sing "T-shirttttttttttttttt TIME."
Seriously, if you don't watch the show, I wouldn't keep reading.
The first episode of the last season of Jersey Shore airs tonight and I'm having mixed emotions. The gang is all there, but Snooki is pregnant and The Situation is sober.
What?
I suppose the show COULD still be cool to watch if it were one or the other - if The Situation was still a booze bag, and Snooki was pregnant OR if The Situation was sober and Snooki wasn't knocked up....but sober and pregnant all at once.....yikes. That's a whole lot of responsible-ness going down in a house that was built on a foundation of casual sex, binge drinking, and adolescent shenanigans.
Sooooo funny......
I'm still going to watch this season, but I feel as if The Jersey Shore has jumped the shark. Sam and Ron are currently back together, Deena has no partner in crime, JWoww is in a serious relationship with her boy Roger, and as I mentioned earlier, The Situation isn't drinking and neither is Snooki.
How on God's green earth are they going to make this last season entertaining???
Oh wait...I forgot about Pauly D.
I always tell Brian that if anything happens to him, I'm marrying Pauly D.
And now they're poking at Snooki's growing belly....snooooooooooooze.
More Pauly D please!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Debating
I'm no political economist.
I'm not a politician.
I took an Honors Government class back in high school, but I couldn't even begin to tell you what I learned or even who my teacher was.
But.....
I'm sitting here watching Governer Romney debate with President Obama and based on my limited knowledge of how sh*t runs in this country....
I think people who are planning on voting for Obama are nuts.
Here is why:
Deficit, taxes, bailouts, borrowing money from China - are really outside of my understanding.
However.
They just discussed healthcare. Obama wants the government to run health care, and Romney wants to keep private insurance in place.
Allow me to offer up a comparison: Have you ever left the Registry of Motor Vehicles and said to yourself, "Wow, that was a tremendously pleasurable experience. I am completely satisfied with my transaction and the customer service I received was top notch!"
Now imagine if your health care was run the same way as the RMV?
Exactly.
In addition, as I'm listening to both candidates speak, Romney is much more articulate, easy to understand, and in my opionion, much more Presidential.
Cut the handouts, cut the welfare benefits, less government, more individual freedom - vote Romney.
Please people.....
I'm not a politician.
I took an Honors Government class back in high school, but I couldn't even begin to tell you what I learned or even who my teacher was.
But.....
I'm sitting here watching Governer Romney debate with President Obama and based on my limited knowledge of how sh*t runs in this country....
I think people who are planning on voting for Obama are nuts.
Here is why:
Deficit, taxes, bailouts, borrowing money from China - are really outside of my understanding.
However.
They just discussed healthcare. Obama wants the government to run health care, and Romney wants to keep private insurance in place.
Allow me to offer up a comparison: Have you ever left the Registry of Motor Vehicles and said to yourself, "Wow, that was a tremendously pleasurable experience. I am completely satisfied with my transaction and the customer service I received was top notch!"
Now imagine if your health care was run the same way as the RMV?
Exactly.
In addition, as I'm listening to both candidates speak, Romney is much more articulate, easy to understand, and in my opionion, much more Presidential.
Cut the handouts, cut the welfare benefits, less government, more individual freedom - vote Romney.
Please people.....
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Once You Go Black
Confession:
I have a very strange and odd obsession with African American genre movies.
I'm not even sure if that's the correct term for it, but it sounds much better then calling them Black People Movies.
Maybe I'm supposed to call them Black People movies - or maybe Afro American - who knows! My husband thinks my obsession is very weird.
I don't really care because I love me some Black People Movies!
A few of my favorites:
1) Waiting To Exhale
2) Diary of a Mad Black Woman
3) Just Wright
And now... potentially my next best favorite Black People/African American Genre movie is premiering on Sunday!!
A Black version of Steel Magnolias!
An African American version of Steel Magnolias!
I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed to call it but OOOH WEEE! I'm excited!
I already know the ending (SPOILER ALERT: The girl with diabetes dies in the end) but who the hell cares!
This movie is going to be DA BOMB!
WORD!
Ok....now I'm being inappropriate.....
I have a very strange and odd obsession with African American genre movies.
I'm not even sure if that's the correct term for it, but it sounds much better then calling them Black People Movies.
Maybe I'm supposed to call them Black People movies - or maybe Afro American - who knows! My husband thinks my obsession is very weird.
I don't really care because I love me some Black People Movies!
A few of my favorites:
1) Waiting To Exhale
2) Diary of a Mad Black Woman
3) Just Wright
And now... potentially my next best favorite Black People/African American Genre movie is premiering on Sunday!!
A Black version of Steel Magnolias!
An African American version of Steel Magnolias!
I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed to call it but OOOH WEEE! I'm excited!
I already know the ending (SPOILER ALERT: The girl with diabetes dies in the end) but who the hell cares!
This movie is going to be DA BOMB!
WORD!
Ok....now I'm being inappropriate.....
Monday, October 1, 2012
History? Seriously?
Senator Scott Brown (R-Mass) and Democrat Elizabeth Warren squared off in their second debate tonight at the University of Massachusetts Lowell Campus.
I attended this event for work, and because of my company's business relationship with UMass Lowell, I was able to attend the event as a VIP.
Which was pretty cool.
I was able to park in a special parking lot and enter through a special door. I was able to attend a pre-debate reception which allowed me to rub shoulders with very important executives and political figures. I didn't know who anyone was, but my colleagues (who are high on the corporate ladder) did and kept pointing people out to me. "That's so and so, and that's the President of whatever."
Rigggghhttt....that guy.
The best thing about being VIP is that our seats were right on the floor, 7 rows back from the stage. I kept looking around wondering who all the other "important" people were sitting around me and wondering if they were wondering why I was there and who I was.
I'm a big deal people.
The debate was typical - both candidates slung mud back and forth while questioning the others credibility. Neither of the candidates presented a clear cut plan on how to fix the economy, produce jobs, or tackle issues like immigration and women's rights.
Towards the end of the debate, the moderator took a question from a pre-selected UMass Lowell student.
Her question went along the lines of - and I'm paraphrasing here:
"My name is Joan Shmoe. I'm a senior majoring in history and political science. What are you going to do and what policies are you going to put in place to guarantee that I will have a job when I graduate?"
Both candidates were all, "Congrats on your achievement," and "I'm going to vote for this and implement that and focus on education and blibbidy blah blah hocus pocus alla kazam."
I hated both of their responses for Joan Shmoe.
If I were running for Senate: if I was all "Vote Anastasia for Senator," I would have replied with the following:
"Well Joan Shmoe, first and foremost, it's not up to me to guarantee you find a job once you graduate. In an economy that is failing and with jobs at an all time low, I regret to inform you that you have been misguided and someone, a parent or a guidance counselor, should have offered up some grounded advice when it came to picking a major. Majoring in History was a huge mistake. In the current economic climate, students can no longer expect to pursue majors such as History and expect that jobs will be readily available. In this economic climate, students entering college need to carefully research what jobs are currently in demand, and what majors will steer you in the direction of securing a job upon graduation. Majors such as engineering, science, mathematics, healthcare, information technology, computers and business disciplines. But History? Seriously?
Unless of course your parents wealthy - if that's the case you can major in anything you want.
Either way - figure out how to find your own damn job. Stupid."
Wow....I love this honesty stuff.....
I attended this event for work, and because of my company's business relationship with UMass Lowell, I was able to attend the event as a VIP.
Which was pretty cool.
I was able to park in a special parking lot and enter through a special door. I was able to attend a pre-debate reception which allowed me to rub shoulders with very important executives and political figures. I didn't know who anyone was, but my colleagues (who are high on the corporate ladder) did and kept pointing people out to me. "That's so and so, and that's the President of whatever."
Rigggghhttt....that guy.
The best thing about being VIP is that our seats were right on the floor, 7 rows back from the stage. I kept looking around wondering who all the other "important" people were sitting around me and wondering if they were wondering why I was there and who I was.
I'm a big deal people.
The debate was typical - both candidates slung mud back and forth while questioning the others credibility. Neither of the candidates presented a clear cut plan on how to fix the economy, produce jobs, or tackle issues like immigration and women's rights.
Towards the end of the debate, the moderator took a question from a pre-selected UMass Lowell student.
Her question went along the lines of - and I'm paraphrasing here:
"My name is Joan Shmoe. I'm a senior majoring in history and political science. What are you going to do and what policies are you going to put in place to guarantee that I will have a job when I graduate?"
Both candidates were all, "Congrats on your achievement," and "I'm going to vote for this and implement that and focus on education and blibbidy blah blah hocus pocus alla kazam."
I hated both of their responses for Joan Shmoe.
If I were running for Senate: if I was all "Vote Anastasia for Senator," I would have replied with the following:
"Well Joan Shmoe, first and foremost, it's not up to me to guarantee you find a job once you graduate. In an economy that is failing and with jobs at an all time low, I regret to inform you that you have been misguided and someone, a parent or a guidance counselor, should have offered up some grounded advice when it came to picking a major. Majoring in History was a huge mistake. In the current economic climate, students can no longer expect to pursue majors such as History and expect that jobs will be readily available. In this economic climate, students entering college need to carefully research what jobs are currently in demand, and what majors will steer you in the direction of securing a job upon graduation. Majors such as engineering, science, mathematics, healthcare, information technology, computers and business disciplines. But History? Seriously?
Unless of course your parents wealthy - if that's the case you can major in anything you want.
Either way - figure out how to find your own damn job. Stupid."
Wow....I love this honesty stuff.....
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