I was out with Carlos the wonder puppy this morning and the sunrise was AMAZING! That big ball of warmth was poking out over the trees (and the Girl Scout Building) with vivid pink and orange rays just bursting in every direction.
It makes 5am wake-up calls TOTALLY worth it, I love my job!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Don't Buy A Malibu
Actually more appropriately don't buy a cursed Malibu. On a whim one day I took Nina dog and we went car shopping. I bought a shiny new-to-me Chevy Malibu.
I loved that little car the minute I got behind the wheel - it got 26 mpg, it was comfortable in town as well as on the highway, it handled like it was on rails and most importantly - I could fit the Danes in the back seat WAY better than I could in my S-10.
I stopped at the store on the way home, got a nice bottle of wine and stuff to make a yummy dinner. **snicker** So maybe I bought the car and THEN thought I should inform the live-in boy friend of my purchase. **grin** Needless to say all three years after I bought that car it was brought up that I always did what I wanted and didn't consult him - I merely informed him of my decisions. RED FLAG #1
Four days later the boyfriend and I were downtown having lunch when a tornado came through - hmmm it produced "Sonic Gusts". To this day I have no clue what a "Sonic Gust" is, what I do know is that they cause your windows to shatter because of the pressure and forces and blah blah blah. YEP...that's right kids. I lost the windows in my new-to-me-still-have-the-temp-tags Malibu. RED FLAG #2.
September 18, 2009 - I was minding my own business, sitting at a red light about to take a sip of my **perfect** cup of coffee from the Dancing Mule (shameless plug - they are by far the best coffee shop on earth) when a mindless nineteen year old was too busy texting to see my Malibu. Not only did he crush the rear of my shiny silver car, but he spilled my coffee in my Coach purse (read perfect cup of hot coffee now drowning the contents of and ruining a limited edition signature Coach purse). There are several rules dedicated to this incident **NOT HAPPY** RED FLAG #3
November 23, 2010 - I had just left the lawyers office from settling the September accident and was on my way to Nixa to take two of my most favorite pups for a walk. Ok...take note, its over a year later and I just signed the papers to settle the Sept. 18 2009 accident. Duly noted?? I was sitting at the light when **WHAM** mindless sixteen year old was texting and freaking out because her baby brother was choking in the backseat (There are rules about this too - lets move past asking why she wasn't pulled over trying to help the choking kid) nails me! Yes thats right, the very day I settle accident #1, I am hit again. RED FLAG #4
January 25, 2011 - AGAIN sitting at a red light (there are about a dozen red light rules). A very nice lady pulls out of SAM'S and plows into me and two other cars. **SIGH** Yes that is correct...accident #3 in sixteen months. Uhhuh...I may or may not have had a minor meltdown (read major freak out) when I realized that I had just gotten my happy little Malibu back on New Years Eve from the previous accident. RED FLAG #5.
Well the shiny silver paw print encrusted Malibu was put to rest and promptly replaced by a Scion Xb...also paw print encrusted! **shakes pom-poms**
I loved that little car the minute I got behind the wheel - it got 26 mpg, it was comfortable in town as well as on the highway, it handled like it was on rails and most importantly - I could fit the Danes in the back seat WAY better than I could in my S-10.
I stopped at the store on the way home, got a nice bottle of wine and stuff to make a yummy dinner. **snicker** So maybe I bought the car and THEN thought I should inform the live-in boy friend of my purchase. **grin** Needless to say all three years after I bought that car it was brought up that I always did what I wanted and didn't consult him - I merely informed him of my decisions. RED FLAG #1
Four days later the boyfriend and I were downtown having lunch when a tornado came through - hmmm it produced "Sonic Gusts". To this day I have no clue what a "Sonic Gust" is, what I do know is that they cause your windows to shatter because of the pressure and forces and blah blah blah. YEP...that's right kids. I lost the windows in my new-to-me-still-have-the-temp-tags Malibu. RED FLAG #2.
September 18, 2009 - I was minding my own business, sitting at a red light about to take a sip of my **perfect** cup of coffee from the Dancing Mule (shameless plug - they are by far the best coffee shop on earth) when a mindless nineteen year old was too busy texting to see my Malibu. Not only did he crush the rear of my shiny silver car, but he spilled my coffee in my Coach purse (read perfect cup of hot coffee now drowning the contents of and ruining a limited edition signature Coach purse). There are several rules dedicated to this incident **NOT HAPPY** RED FLAG #3
November 23, 2010 - I had just left the lawyers office from settling the September accident and was on my way to Nixa to take two of my most favorite pups for a walk. Ok...take note, its over a year later and I just signed the papers to settle the Sept. 18 2009 accident. Duly noted?? I was sitting at the light when **WHAM** mindless sixteen year old was texting and freaking out because her baby brother was choking in the backseat (There are rules about this too - lets move past asking why she wasn't pulled over trying to help the choking kid) nails me! Yes thats right, the very day I settle accident #1, I am hit again. RED FLAG #4
January 25, 2011 - AGAIN sitting at a red light (there are about a dozen red light rules). A very nice lady pulls out of SAM'S and plows into me and two other cars. **SIGH** Yes that is correct...accident #3 in sixteen months. Uhhuh...I may or may not have had a minor meltdown (read major freak out) when I realized that I had just gotten my happy little Malibu back on New Years Eve from the previous accident. RED FLAG #5.
Well the shiny silver paw print encrusted Malibu was put to rest and promptly replaced by a Scion Xb...also paw print encrusted! **shakes pom-poms**
You Have A Choice
The most wonderful thing about the USA is freedom. Particularly freedom of speech - I have a blog and I can write whatever I feel the need to talk about. Since there are no names associated with this blog - the only thing you can do is read it, form an opinion and move on. You'll never actually be able to know who or what Im talking about.
That being said, if you are offended by a post or think something is about you - well than that is your own choice.
That being said, if you are offended by a post or think something is about you - well than that is your own choice.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Its MY BLOG...
I haven't really blogged anything in about a month now - the main reason being I just didn't have anything nice to say. Now since this is my blog, and for the most part it is anonymous - I can say what I want to say!
Here is an update - I could care less about certain subjects.
Lets start with infertility - I don't want kids. I am very comfortable in living my life in the style that I have grown accustomed. That being said...most of the stuff that you women OBSESS over mean nothing to me. I don't care that you can't have kids, I don't care about your cycle, I don't care about your miscarriages or failed adoptions. I DON'T CARE! I don't want to hear about them in EVERY SINGLE conversation we have - especially when we are out in public around people you've never met before that are my friends from other circles. Did I mention I don't care?? Oh and the fact that you can't have a single conversation - ever - without mentioning your infertility makes me not want to spend any time around you or even answer my phone.
You're being "busy and overbooked" - yeah lets go ahead and throw it out there that if you volunteer for something and then spend every chance you get complaining about said commitment and how you don't have the time for it or you have no idea why you said yes -- do yourself and the commitment a favor and step down from the position.
Having suggestions for improvement on an "international replicatible system" for a networking group is asinine. If you look at a chapter or group - and are given documents with a Code of Ethics and Contract For Profitability before your membership is completed, it is safe to say that you know EXACTLY what is expected of you and to what standards you will be held accountable. If you don't care for one or two of the items it is worth mentioning, however if you disagree with the entire intent, purpose and system of doing business than perhaps that is NOT the group for you.
Divorce - now who am I to judge, I have never been married. I am now single after being in a seven year, serious, committed relationship. For over a year I wanted out of that relationship and when I finally decided it was time to get out, it took me another three months to finally get my life together and get out of the relationship. My point is that after being miserable -I got out. I did what was right for me - I evaluated things from my perspective, my morals, my dreams, my life in general. It seems to me that if you're unhappy and counseling hasn't made things better, than perhaps divorcing is the best option. Why suffer through life with someone who isn't making you happy??
That ladies and gentlemen is just a snippet of how I really feel...if you don't like it, well then move on to the next post which is probably back to the bubbly happy me.
Here is an update - I could care less about certain subjects.
Lets start with infertility - I don't want kids. I am very comfortable in living my life in the style that I have grown accustomed. That being said...most of the stuff that you women OBSESS over mean nothing to me. I don't care that you can't have kids, I don't care about your cycle, I don't care about your miscarriages or failed adoptions. I DON'T CARE! I don't want to hear about them in EVERY SINGLE conversation we have - especially when we are out in public around people you've never met before that are my friends from other circles. Did I mention I don't care?? Oh and the fact that you can't have a single conversation - ever - without mentioning your infertility makes me not want to spend any time around you or even answer my phone.
You're being "busy and overbooked" - yeah lets go ahead and throw it out there that if you volunteer for something and then spend every chance you get complaining about said commitment and how you don't have the time for it or you have no idea why you said yes -- do yourself and the commitment a favor and step down from the position.
Having suggestions for improvement on an "international replicatible system" for a networking group is asinine. If you look at a chapter or group - and are given documents with a Code of Ethics and Contract For Profitability before your membership is completed, it is safe to say that you know EXACTLY what is expected of you and to what standards you will be held accountable. If you don't care for one or two of the items it is worth mentioning, however if you disagree with the entire intent, purpose and system of doing business than perhaps that is NOT the group for you.
Divorce - now who am I to judge, I have never been married. I am now single after being in a seven year, serious, committed relationship. For over a year I wanted out of that relationship and when I finally decided it was time to get out, it took me another three months to finally get my life together and get out of the relationship. My point is that after being miserable -I got out. I did what was right for me - I evaluated things from my perspective, my morals, my dreams, my life in general. It seems to me that if you're unhappy and counseling hasn't made things better, than perhaps divorcing is the best option. Why suffer through life with someone who isn't making you happy??
That ladies and gentlemen is just a snippet of how I really feel...if you don't like it, well then move on to the next post which is probably back to the bubbly happy me.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
No Really, Be There!!
Now that we know what to do, there are a lot of things you don't do: be selfish, be rude, be stand-offish, divert attention to yourself, start fights, cause drama, refuse to be supportive, refuse to come visit, play games, play guilt trips, create more work for mom, break a water main in the subdivision so there is no running water (that was random, but nonetheless SO happened).
There have been a couple times this week when it took all I had to hold my tongue because sometimes people need to be slapped.
That is all.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Be There!
When you're laying in the pool with a friend who starts having contractions, you sorta start keeping track of things. When you and that friend head out for dinner and the contractions get stronger and closer together...you really start keeping track of things. And of course when the fireworks on the 4th of July end and the friend says "hey lets head down to Labor and Delivery now, shall we"...you sort of go without hesitation and of course you stay for moral support!
Now I must confess...children are not exactly my forte. (Read I don't even really like kids and don't know the first thing about them) I had the privilege of learning first hand about 100 more reasons why I have NO desire to have children. For roughly 24 hours I watched a friend go through every single emotion humanly possible and enough pain to scare me half to death. She did it like a champ though...I'm proud of her! (Read I have absolutely no idea what it is like to be pregnant, be a single mom or go through actual child birth - nor do I wish to learn.)
Joy: FINALLY having her body back, being able to hold little Owen, and of course the simple fact that he was a miracle baby that she thought she would NEVER be able to have.
Exhaustion: Mental and physical.
Sadness: That the baby's dad is a total asshole and loser, the loss of her mother and the fact that she couldn't be there during this most AMAZING time.
Fear: Its not only frightening to go through child birth, but its really scary to think about being a mom.
Happiness: For family and friends sending texts and love constantly!!
Pain: That goes without saying - refer back to YAY for good drugs.
I will say that of all the people on earth that I could have shared this experience with, I'm glad that it was her. Giving birth is really a lot of hurry up and wait...there is "checking", "effacing", "membranes", "contractions", "breathing", "positioning", drugs - oh there are drugs! Thank GOD for pitosin, epidurals and phenegran. No matter what you think will happen or how you think things will come along...it really boils down to mother nature and that kiddo taking their course of action in accordance with their plans! But it is a really neat thing to experience (read its scary and time consuming, sometimes icky, but a miracle all in itself.)
Having not quite wrapped my head around the whole thing - I'm just happy that I could be there to support her, hand her ice ships and squeeze her hand during the process!! Most of all I'm excited that baby Owen is here...healthy and perfect! I mean...look at the little foot!! **sniffle**
Now I must confess...children are not exactly my forte. (Read I don't even really like kids and don't know the first thing about them) I had the privilege of learning first hand about 100 more reasons why I have NO desire to have children. For roughly 24 hours I watched a friend go through every single emotion humanly possible and enough pain to scare me half to death. She did it like a champ though...I'm proud of her! (Read I have absolutely no idea what it is like to be pregnant, be a single mom or go through actual child birth - nor do I wish to learn.)
Joy: FINALLY having her body back, being able to hold little Owen, and of course the simple fact that he was a miracle baby that she thought she would NEVER be able to have.
Exhaustion: Mental and physical.
Sadness: That the baby's dad is a total asshole and loser, the loss of her mother and the fact that she couldn't be there during this most AMAZING time.
Fear: Its not only frightening to go through child birth, but its really scary to think about being a mom.
Happiness: For family and friends sending texts and love constantly!!
Pain: That goes without saying - refer back to YAY for good drugs.
I will say that of all the people on earth that I could have shared this experience with, I'm glad that it was her. Giving birth is really a lot of hurry up and wait...there is "checking", "effacing", "membranes", "contractions", "breathing", "positioning", drugs - oh there are drugs! Thank GOD for pitosin, epidurals and phenegran. No matter what you think will happen or how you think things will come along...it really boils down to mother nature and that kiddo taking their course of action in accordance with their plans! But it is a really neat thing to experience (read its scary and time consuming, sometimes icky, but a miracle all in itself.)
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Enjoy The Little Things
The landscapers wife was out of town for a couple days (a week or so ago, I'm a little behind in blogging). THAT was delightful!! The poor guy was working like a dog trying to get a big project done, but nonetheless made time for me since the wife was two states over! (I shouldn't giggle, and yet I do.)
It was nice to be able to swing by and say hello, it was even nicer to be able to curl up in his arms. Kissing under the moonlight on the porch. Sitting there while he rubbed my back. Actually enjoying our time together not worried about anything but one another.
Indeed - its the little things that make me happy.
It was nice to be able to swing by and say hello, it was even nicer to be able to curl up in his arms. Kissing under the moonlight on the porch. Sitting there while he rubbed my back. Actually enjoying our time together not worried about anything but one another.
Indeed - its the little things that make me happy.
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