Today is BFF day. One of my best friends and I work the most opposite schedules ever. I work weekdays, and she works weekend nights. I am takin a few hours off work today, and we are going to go play. I am SO EXCITED. We're gonna be kid free, we are going shopping, getting pedicures (my addiction, her first one, how we are friends clearly makes no sense, but whatever, you cant choose who you love, or something like that) going out to dinner. We also get to go baby shopping, which I am excited for! I love my unborn niece to be, and I cant wait to go spend money on her. (well one of 2, LUCKY ME!!) Lets see, this week has been good, and crazy. I have been talkin to a couple old friends, and that makes me REALLY happy, and work has been packed. We are gonna go take our company to the streets, and go knock on lobby's. Which will be fun, and the next to weeks are going to make my head spin, and I am getting really excited. A step away from my spread sheets. Excel makes me go cross-eyed.
I have told you about the Frat Pack, and this week, I have started a book of all the weird shit they say. I would tell you, but it will make NO SENSE to you. My team is wonderful. I bought them championship wrestling belts for our monthly contest trophies. I have never seen a bunch of 20/30 something men get so excited for something. It was really great.
The new guy is still an ass. There is just something about this guy that rubs me the complete wrong way. I have been working on not being such a bitch (i don't know if its working or not) and it is REALLY hard not to go mid-evil on this guy. He is the guy that knows everything, even though everything he knows is wrong. and every time I see him, I want to punch him in the face. Which is not conducive to a happy healthy work environment. So I keep my mouth shut, and bitch about him in the car on the way home.
I got business cards today. I am SO COOL right now. I have never had business cards before. I can hand out business cards. I think I'll bring them to BFF day, and I will just pass them out to all strangers I see. How cool am I right now? The Coolest Baby, YEaH.
Oh, Life is good.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
It's been too long
Hello, Its been too long since I have done this last. I am a really bad blogger. Who knew I would suck at this?! Me I guess. So, at any rate. I've had the craziest couple of weeks. Lets start talkin about that.
Monday (a couple weeks ago): My boss picks me up for work. We are driving her husbands Lexus because her car needed a tire fixed. So, we get almost to work, and there is a loud boom. We pull over on the shoulder, The back tire on the passenger side has blown. Fuck. Now, we're stranded in rush hour traffic. YAY AAA. So, we wait. An hour passes, the truck comes. It is too dangerous for us to get out of the car. So, up we go, onto the flat bed, in the car. Driver says: Just put the car in park, and put the e-brake on, you'll be fine. We disagree, but buckle up and hang on. And ride, on the flat bed, the five miles down the freeway to the dealership. It was terrifying. However, the Lexus dealership was like a gentleman's club. There was free Lattes, muffins, Lexus bottled water, and pastries. Flat screen TVs (Multiple, i counted at least 4), a full service restaurant, a merchandise store, a shoe shine, desks, couches, theatre seats (all fine, expensive furniture) a separate kids room with an XBox360 and toys. All in all not a bad way to spend an hour waiting for a tire to be fixed, and to make sure there was no other damage. In the end, everything was fine, and they washed the car to boot. We got in the car, looked at each other, and went promptly home.
A few days later, I got chased down by a taxi. I was waiting to cross the street, and was wearing a dress. Now, I am not a beautiful woman, but I am not horrid, but I don't usually wear dresses. but I was waiting to cross the street, and heard a horn honk. Working in the city, I didn't think much of it, and crossed the street. Then as I was waiting to cross again, I hear, HEY HEY. And the taxi I had noticed early drove by again, this time, frantically waving and saying Hi. I gave him a look like uh, ooooooook...... and a half wave. I continued walking the block to the mall. THEN, he pulled up next to me and paced me almost the entire block. Begging me to get into his cab, promising a free ride. Now, he totally didn't know the safety word, and he didn't have any candy. So fuck him, I'm not getting in. He finally got that I wasn't getting in the taxi and sped off. I still don't know whether to be flattered, or skeezed out. I choose skeezed. But, as the "personality" friend, I am used to strangers coming up and talking to my and my friends (I hang out with incredibly beautiful women) but when it happens to me, I am always thrown for a loop. And this guy was fuckin weird, and not even hot.
Then came Easter. I got into a huge fight with the evil stepmother, but I wont get into that, because I am still super bitter, and I can not say anything nice about her at all.
The Twins are being superhero's One is Superman, Two is Batman. I am Wonder woman. Dad is Lobo (who apparently is Superman's bad guy). It's almost all we ever play anymore.
I have started a book of the weird/random/funny shit that the Frat Pack say. They are so funny! I don't even know what to say about them, but I'll have more later. The youngest one just got back from Hawaii and we are all a little jealous today. But, its nice to have him back. Too much work has gotten done without him. I am so lucky. I have the best team at the best job ever. But there is this new guy, and he works on a different team, and this morning he was over here training with one of my guys. And he was telling my guy what to do, and it totally was not OK, and it took everything in my power not to go all Momma Bear on the new guy.
Dear New Guy, You got lucky today, but talk to my team mate like that again, and you wont have an ass to sit on. Got it? He is training YOU not the other fucking way around.
I am excited for a competition tomorrow. I'll write more later. I am kid free tonight as the kids are going to the mother in law's. They love going to her house, and I think that if they had a choice, they may actually leave me for her. But, I am going to get rid of some of their toys.
I took some quizzes on Face book, to learn a little more about myself. I am apparently Sarcastic to the Extreme, Jesus thinks that I am a Selfish Bitch (which seemed to be the theme of Easter, so it must be true) And, I am Trailer Trash Barbie.
I am such a treasure. Good thing I am pretty comfortable with myself. But really, I knew I was a bitch. Its not a secret. I don't try to hide it, and I knew that WAAAAAY before you did. I also corrupt people, but I would like to point out, I do cool shit, and if people want to hang out with me, that is their choice. I never make anyone do anything they don't want to do..... unless it benefits me in some way.
You don't like it, you don't have to talk to me :)
Good luck tomorrow Ryan, I'll see you tomorrow..... The Emerald Cup will not know what hit it... You are comin.......
Monday (a couple weeks ago): My boss picks me up for work. We are driving her husbands Lexus because her car needed a tire fixed. So, we get almost to work, and there is a loud boom. We pull over on the shoulder, The back tire on the passenger side has blown. Fuck. Now, we're stranded in rush hour traffic. YAY AAA. So, we wait. An hour passes, the truck comes. It is too dangerous for us to get out of the car. So, up we go, onto the flat bed, in the car. Driver says: Just put the car in park, and put the e-brake on, you'll be fine. We disagree, but buckle up and hang on. And ride, on the flat bed, the five miles down the freeway to the dealership. It was terrifying. However, the Lexus dealership was like a gentleman's club. There was free Lattes, muffins, Lexus bottled water, and pastries. Flat screen TVs (Multiple, i counted at least 4), a full service restaurant, a merchandise store, a shoe shine, desks, couches, theatre seats (all fine, expensive furniture) a separate kids room with an XBox360 and toys. All in all not a bad way to spend an hour waiting for a tire to be fixed, and to make sure there was no other damage. In the end, everything was fine, and they washed the car to boot. We got in the car, looked at each other, and went promptly home.
A few days later, I got chased down by a taxi. I was waiting to cross the street, and was wearing a dress. Now, I am not a beautiful woman, but I am not horrid, but I don't usually wear dresses. but I was waiting to cross the street, and heard a horn honk. Working in the city, I didn't think much of it, and crossed the street. Then as I was waiting to cross again, I hear, HEY HEY. And the taxi I had noticed early drove by again, this time, frantically waving and saying Hi. I gave him a look like uh, ooooooook...... and a half wave. I continued walking the block to the mall. THEN, he pulled up next to me and paced me almost the entire block. Begging me to get into his cab, promising a free ride. Now, he totally didn't know the safety word, and he didn't have any candy. So fuck him, I'm not getting in. He finally got that I wasn't getting in the taxi and sped off. I still don't know whether to be flattered, or skeezed out. I choose skeezed. But, as the "personality" friend, I am used to strangers coming up and talking to my and my friends (I hang out with incredibly beautiful women) but when it happens to me, I am always thrown for a loop. And this guy was fuckin weird, and not even hot.
Then came Easter. I got into a huge fight with the evil stepmother, but I wont get into that, because I am still super bitter, and I can not say anything nice about her at all.
The Twins are being superhero's One is Superman, Two is Batman. I am Wonder woman. Dad is Lobo (who apparently is Superman's bad guy). It's almost all we ever play anymore.
I have started a book of the weird/random/funny shit that the Frat Pack say. They are so funny! I don't even know what to say about them, but I'll have more later. The youngest one just got back from Hawaii and we are all a little jealous today. But, its nice to have him back. Too much work has gotten done without him. I am so lucky. I have the best team at the best job ever. But there is this new guy, and he works on a different team, and this morning he was over here training with one of my guys. And he was telling my guy what to do, and it totally was not OK, and it took everything in my power not to go all Momma Bear on the new guy.
Dear New Guy, You got lucky today, but talk to my team mate like that again, and you wont have an ass to sit on. Got it? He is training YOU not the other fucking way around.
I am excited for a competition tomorrow. I'll write more later. I am kid free tonight as the kids are going to the mother in law's. They love going to her house, and I think that if they had a choice, they may actually leave me for her. But, I am going to get rid of some of their toys.
I took some quizzes on Face book, to learn a little more about myself. I am apparently Sarcastic to the Extreme, Jesus thinks that I am a Selfish Bitch (which seemed to be the theme of Easter, so it must be true) And, I am Trailer Trash Barbie.
I am such a treasure. Good thing I am pretty comfortable with myself. But really, I knew I was a bitch. Its not a secret. I don't try to hide it, and I knew that WAAAAAY before you did. I also corrupt people, but I would like to point out, I do cool shit, and if people want to hang out with me, that is their choice. I never make anyone do anything they don't want to do..... unless it benefits me in some way.
You don't like it, you don't have to talk to me :)
Good luck tomorrow Ryan, I'll see you tomorrow..... The Emerald Cup will not know what hit it... You are comin.......
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A letter to Ryan.
First of all, I am losing a headache battle, and I haven't blogged in a long time, and I am a bad blogger, and for that I am sorry. But, I've wanted to do this for a long time, and so today, since I am brain dead, but this topic is so easy, I can literally do this, with my eyes closed.
Dearest Ryan,
Thank you. We have been friends for about a year now, and I already can not imagine my life without you in it. You are so beautiful inside and out. I am so blessed to be able to call you my friend. You have single handedly made me a better person. You have broadened my horizons by leaps and bounds. Because of you, I have gotten through some tough times. Because of you, I have laughed so hard my co workers have questioned my sanity. Because of you, I have started blogging. Because of you, I have started reading different books, that I never would have thought I would enjoy. Because of you, I have stepped outside my box, and done things I would have never done, without your encouragement. Because of you, I have been emailed by a famous person, Because of you, I have questioned myself, and though to challenge myself more. Your amazing accomplishments make me so proud I almost feel like they are my accomplishments. You are something to be proud of, and I am proud to be able to say, "Hell YEAH, that girl, she is MY friend!" and people are jealous of me, because we are friends.
You are like an extension of me, and I am so lucky. I wish I could tell everyone how incredible you are. And since I am unable to tell each person of your incredible coolness, I am writing a blog about you.
This past year has been rough for you, and I am so sorry that you have been hurt. But, watching you overcome your challenges, each time getting stronger, and closer to yourself is really inspiring. You are one of the most amazing women I have ever met, and being a part of your story is just a blessing. I wish you would write about you. You are very interesting, and your insight on life would help many other people be better people. You deserve your own motivational poster.
Thank you for pushing me every day to be a better person. You are the perfect friend, and if I could bottle you and sell you, we would be millionaires. Maybe even billionaires.
I can not wait to see you in April, I have been counting down the days for like the last 6 months or something ridiculous like that.
I want you to know that I think you are one of the most incredible people in this whole world.
Thank you for being you
My Cup Runneth Over
With my love,
E
PS, I'm sure this doesn't make much sense, but, I am retarded, and you know that, so I'm not to worried.
Dearest Ryan,
Thank you. We have been friends for about a year now, and I already can not imagine my life without you in it. You are so beautiful inside and out. I am so blessed to be able to call you my friend. You have single handedly made me a better person. You have broadened my horizons by leaps and bounds. Because of you, I have gotten through some tough times. Because of you, I have laughed so hard my co workers have questioned my sanity. Because of you, I have started blogging. Because of you, I have started reading different books, that I never would have thought I would enjoy. Because of you, I have stepped outside my box, and done things I would have never done, without your encouragement. Because of you, I have been emailed by a famous person, Because of you, I have questioned myself, and though to challenge myself more. Your amazing accomplishments make me so proud I almost feel like they are my accomplishments. You are something to be proud of, and I am proud to be able to say, "Hell YEAH, that girl, she is MY friend!" and people are jealous of me, because we are friends.
You are like an extension of me, and I am so lucky. I wish I could tell everyone how incredible you are. And since I am unable to tell each person of your incredible coolness, I am writing a blog about you.
This past year has been rough for you, and I am so sorry that you have been hurt. But, watching you overcome your challenges, each time getting stronger, and closer to yourself is really inspiring. You are one of the most amazing women I have ever met, and being a part of your story is just a blessing. I wish you would write about you. You are very interesting, and your insight on life would help many other people be better people. You deserve your own motivational poster.
Thank you for pushing me every day to be a better person. You are the perfect friend, and if I could bottle you and sell you, we would be millionaires. Maybe even billionaires.
I can not wait to see you in April, I have been counting down the days for like the last 6 months or something ridiculous like that.
I want you to know that I think you are one of the most incredible people in this whole world.
Thank you for being you
My Cup Runneth Over
With my love,
E
PS, I'm sure this doesn't make much sense, but, I am retarded, and you know that, so I'm not to worried.
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