Passive-Agressiveness v. 1.2

I don't like this particular girl at my job. She is a bitch.

Conversation from today:

Me: "Oops"
Her: "What?"
Me: "I accidentally splashed water on you... sorry"
Her: "Oh it's ok, I'll live"
Me: "Unless you're a wicked witch"

Girl in the mirror

I look at the girl who watches me in the mirror each morning.

I want to love her.
I want to accept all of her imperfections.
I want to see what other people see.

Instead...

I scrutinize her.
I pick her apart.
I tear her down.

It's a battle as old as time.
Where there are no winners.
Only losers.

Maybe one day the girl in the mirror will be good enough.

(Don't worry, just musing...)

I miss you...

I miss the days when you were my hero...
I can only hope that someday things will be different.

The Girls, reunited...

The Girls: Rachael, Me (duh), Natasha, Mollie
(And yes I am the odd man out, silly girls and their sunglasses)

It was a good day. The conversations flowed whether being shouted over the roars of a Mexican restaurant or giggled over in a Barnes and Noble cafe. 6 hours wasn't enough. I miss these girls when they aren't around.

I met Rachael during freshmen orientation. I laughed at her white girl fro one morning and we've been fast friends ever since. She's the friend that I don't always have to say the words out loud because we just know what the other one is thinking.

I met Natasha sophomore year of college because we shared a suite and a lot of mutual friends. She's the friend that both understands and shares my neurosis, we make each other feel normal. lol She's the only one left in the major T-town area.

Mollie was my college roommate. She's the friend you can live vicariously through and trust to never blackmail you... because she was there too. I remember all my friends complaining about their roommates and thinking, "that must suck", because I adored mine.

We've all been through a lot together and I think as the years pass it will only get harder to say goodbye each time.

A Tuesday ten blog

1. I am shocked everyday that I come home without a speeding ticket. *knocks furiously on wood*

2. I nearly drop kicked a cat down the hallway at work today. Had it drawn blood one of the 5 times it bite me... it would have been on.

3. Husband is working second shift at work and it makes me grumpy.

4. My college roommate and best bud, Mollie, is coming down for a visit this weekend. My other best friend Rachael is coming to visit too. The three amigos shall be reunited and we will tear this town up.

5. I freaking love Flaming Hot Cheetos, even if they give me horrendous heartburn.

6. The Olympics are nearly the perfect solution to insomnia. Except that I am now irrevocably in love with Michael Phelps. I have no idea how that happened.

7. It always baffles me that I still get all giggly and stupid when I talk about Husband. I hope I never get tired of him.

8. I'm annoyed that Apples keeps trying to make install Safari internet browser. It's starting to get old.

9. I can't stop yawning and my legs feel numb.

10. One of my dogs won't stop licking the floor. It's more annoying then it sounds, trust me.

I think I'm going to bed. I'm really tired.

Hick criteria...

Last night Husband and I were debating what it means to be a redneck. My criteria is as follows:

If you do 2 of the following 3 things you are a redneck:
-Dip
-Go huntin'
-Go fishin'

He took offense because he'd like to try fishing and hunting. I told him I'd rather be a golf widow then come home to a dead/mutilated animal in my fridge. I then threw up a little in my mouth.

Have I mentioned he won't drop the whole "he wants to own a gun" thing? Ugh... My Husband is slowly becoming a redneck...

Insomnia: version who knows what

I have insomnia, again. I was doing better for a while, sleeping through the night without waking up. Then I started waking up ridiculously early. Last Friday it was 5am, this Friday it was 4:30, this morning it was somewhere around 3am. The last few days though I feel like I haven't gotten any rest, at all. I'm painfully aware of everything, it's like my nerves are on edge. There's nothing particular I'm stressed about, consciously anyway. It's so frustrating. So here I sit, sipping some tea that's supposed to help make me drowsy. We shall see.

At first I thought this latest bit of my newly re-aquired insomnia had something to do with my latest book purchase. I finally came into possession of Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. (This is where I would rant about how much I hate B&N and UPS but I'm just too stinking lazy) Her books always give me insomnia, I figure it has something to do with the fact that she makes me care so much about the characters in the book but who knows... In any event I adored this book as much as I adored the other books in the series. I just don't know that I can pin the insomnia down on that.

I'm sure there's something to do with work and my feelings of inadequacy or general stupidity making me prone to insomnia but I just don't want to go there.

I'm sure seeing the Primetime tribute to the late Randy Pausch made me somewhat on edge too though.

Oh well... maybe this tea will kick in soon enough and I can get some sleep tonight...

Of new grills and itchy butts...

I caved. I let Husband buy a new grill. He did agree though that if this purchase was made he couldn't mention HD *anything* for 2 months. I figure it's a small price to pay for my sanity.
(Although doesn't he look so stinking happy?)

His first feast.
(Baked potatoes, steak, chicken substitute (for me) and grilled cheesy Italian tomatoes.)

A new chapter (aka gimmick) has been added to my arsenal for my dog itchy butt. The vet I work for carries a spot on treatment by Douxo. It's supposed to be able to work miracles for dogs/cats with allergies or any type of skin ailment. *fingers crossed*

From a thank you card I received from my pregnant co-worker we had a baby shower for last week: "It's so nice to have a new friend. Us hippie liberals have to stick together". I'm going to be heartbroken when she leaves next month. She followed the Grateful Dead the summer after high school and calls everything a mother f-er. She is fabulous!

I had to go to Wal-Mart today. I needed another set of scrubs for work.
Reasons why I hate going there:
1. They don't carry the 1 thing I need. (xs scrub pants)
2. They had exactly 4 lanes open.
3. I had 2 items and had to wait for the jerks with 25 things in their cart go through self-checkout.
4. A small child slammed into me and then proceeded to call me a bitch.
5. The very classy clientel.

I'm currently mad at both Barnes and Noble and UPS.

Work is... work. I don't hate it per se but I don't love it. The whole situation is just bizarre there. I had pretty much no training and don't have a real strong sense of what I should do or how to do it. They keep saying how bad they feel for not training me better but "you're just getting it so well and you seem so confident at it." I'm thinking I'm just a really fantastic faker.

Is it sad that I'm thrilled about the possibility of rain this weekend? I'm so sick of this heat!

Ugh...

It's too damn hot.
Even typing makes me sweat.
Stupid, horrid Oklahoma weather.
If I don't die of heatstroke I'll blog someday.

SYTYCD, the tour...

Because Husband and I just paid a ridiculous amount to see the So You Think You Can Dance tour in October I thought I would post a tribute to my all-time favorite reality tv show. Although seeing as how this is the *only* reality tv show I watch the competition isn't really that stiff. In any case I present to you my favorite performances of the top 10 from season 4.













I am ridiculously excited. Too bad I have to wait until October. (oh and if you're wondering... the tickets were Husbands idea. teehee)