Ok, I have a confession....I haven't blogged in a while because I forgot my password. Oh, AND I couldn't recall what e-mail address I signed in with. Yup, 32 and already going brain dead! Anyhoo, I'm back in action and ready to discuss some hot topics I have on the brain:
1) Really??!! The news (including legitimate sources) are THIS obsessed with Paris Friggin Hilton and her meager jail sentence? Really?! Can we not see that the reason she's famous is because we keep perpetuating the madness? I've resorted to checking out my gossip rags from the library or scouring Perez Hilton's website for the must know info. I refuse to spend money to feed the beast. Hmmm, but I have to know what's happening...hypocrite?
2) I started working out...again. I somehow manage to start AND stop within a month. I'm one of those "wanna see results yesterday" kind of people. It's been about 2 weeks and still nothing. Really?! I have to keep up with the leg-burning, sore muscle, gasping for air crap for an indefinite amount of time? Really?! Ugh! The only thing that keeps me going is an August trip to Key West during which I'll inevitably be in a bathing suit (Lord knows I need an actual reason) and the fact that I sleep like a baby now. However, my liver may not recover from the massive amounts of Ibuprofen I'm consuming.
3) I've been interviewing for a new job. I would rather poke myself in the eye with a rusty butterknife. How do I know why I'd be the best person for the job?? I know nothing about you or your company and can't even say I'd remotely like it. I have to sell myself like a hooker, but am not sure why or what for. I've had three offers, but still no job. All based on interviews. I've now made getting the job and subsequently declining it the challenge.
4) I am so ridiculously in love with my new dog, it's repulsive. I, by most standards am NOT a dog person. Not to be all prissy, but I hate a slobbering, smelly dog jumping on me. They've just always sort of annoyed me. Then, after losing a bet to my husband, we decide to get a dog. Of course, I had criteria. It can't bark, shed, jump, require walks or get on the furniture. After scoffing at my demands he proceeds to tell me he's always wanted a pug, A PUG? Really?! Don't they snort and have zero physical ability and wrinkly faces with big eyeballs?? Yes, he tells me, but they're ideal for small spaces (such as our apartment) and are so sweet and great with kids etc, etc, etc. So we get a call from the Humane Society that they have a 1-2 year old pug if we're interested. Long story short, we get the dog and within days I am wrapped around his paw. He snorts, jumps, sheds, gets on furniture and somehow I don't care so much. His sweet, wrinkly face and the way he looks at me with those big eyeballs...I'm butter. Oh, and he never leaves my side. Feeds my ego perhaps, but nonetheless, I love him. Meatball, that's his name. Really?! Yes, really.
5) I've realized that expressions spread like wildfire and I've made it my mission to bring back a few. It all started with Douchebag. I say it about everyone...in a negative way of course. The lady that cut me off, the guy that broke my friend's heart, my husband some days...douchebags. It applies to men, women, animals...even children, if you so choose. I've said it so much, I've noticed people in my life are jumping on the bandwagon and saying it too. What's funny is that I am from Florida and keep in touch with several people there, so some of them are now saying it. I've since stared hearing it on TV, from strangers. Now, I'm not so arrogant to think this is because I said it...but still, I never heard it before like I do now. And my new thing, that I stole from my friend Leslie, is "really". I say it constantly. In a repetitive way. Let's see if it catches on. Really....
1) Really??!! The news (including legitimate sources) are THIS obsessed with Paris Friggin Hilton and her meager jail sentence? Really?! Can we not see that the reason she's famous is because we keep perpetuating the madness? I've resorted to checking out my gossip rags from the library or scouring Perez Hilton's website for the must know info. I refuse to spend money to feed the beast. Hmmm, but I have to know what's happening...hypocrite?
2) I started working out...again. I somehow manage to start AND stop within a month. I'm one of those "wanna see results yesterday" kind of people. It's been about 2 weeks and still nothing. Really?! I have to keep up with the leg-burning, sore muscle, gasping for air crap for an indefinite amount of time? Really?! Ugh! The only thing that keeps me going is an August trip to Key West during which I'll inevitably be in a bathing suit (Lord knows I need an actual reason) and the fact that I sleep like a baby now. However, my liver may not recover from the massive amounts of Ibuprofen I'm consuming.
3) I've been interviewing for a new job. I would rather poke myself in the eye with a rusty butterknife. How do I know why I'd be the best person for the job?? I know nothing about you or your company and can't even say I'd remotely like it. I have to sell myself like a hooker, but am not sure why or what for. I've had three offers, but still no job. All based on interviews. I've now made getting the job and subsequently declining it the challenge.
4) I am so ridiculously in love with my new dog, it's repulsive. I, by most standards am NOT a dog person. Not to be all prissy, but I hate a slobbering, smelly dog jumping on me. They've just always sort of annoyed me. Then, after losing a bet to my husband, we decide to get a dog. Of course, I had criteria. It can't bark, shed, jump, require walks or get on the furniture. After scoffing at my demands he proceeds to tell me he's always wanted a pug, A PUG? Really?! Don't they snort and have zero physical ability and wrinkly faces with big eyeballs?? Yes, he tells me, but they're ideal for small spaces (such as our apartment) and are so sweet and great with kids etc, etc, etc. So we get a call from the Humane Society that they have a 1-2 year old pug if we're interested. Long story short, we get the dog and within days I am wrapped around his paw. He snorts, jumps, sheds, gets on furniture and somehow I don't care so much. His sweet, wrinkly face and the way he looks at me with those big eyeballs...I'm butter. Oh, and he never leaves my side. Feeds my ego perhaps, but nonetheless, I love him. Meatball, that's his name. Really?! Yes, really.
5) I've realized that expressions spread like wildfire and I've made it my mission to bring back a few. It all started with Douchebag. I say it about everyone...in a negative way of course. The lady that cut me off, the guy that broke my friend's heart, my husband some days...douchebags. It applies to men, women, animals...even children, if you so choose. I've said it so much, I've noticed people in my life are jumping on the bandwagon and saying it too. What's funny is that I am from Florida and keep in touch with several people there, so some of them are now saying it. I've since stared hearing it on TV, from strangers. Now, I'm not so arrogant to think this is because I said it...but still, I never heard it before like I do now. And my new thing, that I stole from my friend Leslie, is "really". I say it constantly. In a repetitive way. Let's see if it catches on. Really....
1 comment:
Hooray for the new blog! I've been waiting!!!! :-)
So glad you're back...been missin ya!
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