Monday, Monday

So, umm, I seem to have spring fever and it's only February.

I have felt like I am barely holding my crap together ALL DAY. But in a good way. Like I am all giddy for really no reason. Which is a good thing because I started today hating the world and pretty much most people in it.

Reasons Why

I should not be allowed near lemons or Sharpie's while bored at work. Meet my new friend Lancelot Lemon courtesy of L!

A Potpourri

Since I have been dealing with very random thoughts for the past few days, I thought I would share them with you.

*I know most people have seen this, but it makes me laugh so I am sharing it with you.

*I started this plant project almost 2 weeks ago with this plant that is supposed to appear with my fortune on it, but nothing is growing. It probably doesn't help that I keep forgetting to water it, but still, this just continues my running score of killing any houseplants. I can't believe I even entertain the idea of having kids when keeping a plant alive becomes boring to me after day 2 of taking care of them. So now instead of a cute photo essay about the plant growing, it will now be a photo essay about a can of dirt. A cute can of dirt.

*I am so annoyed at Trader Joe's right now, it has inspired a new section for this blog I will entitle "Nuts to You". Just know that whenever I say that in my head, I hear the theme song for those "Real Men of Genius" commercials, where, at the end the guy sums up what the commercial was about, "So, here's to you Mr. Taco Bowl Inventor" but instead in my head I hear "so Nut's to You Mr. Trader Joe's Broccolli that went bad after 2 days" or whatever else I am annoyed with. Didn't know I was so good at rambling did you! Just know I will probably post more now that I already have 2 subjects for the new "Nuts to You" section.
Also, every time I say "Nuts to You" I giggle.

*The Boyfriend and I have been Netflixing "MI-5" thanks to a recommendation from Julie, who was also the giver of the fortune plant that will never be. Much to my surprise, it has Hugh Laurie in it. He's "House" and I have the biggest crush on him, even more so now since seeing him in this. Good lord, he is a sexy man.

*I have finally started my first non-scarf knitting item. I am making myself a poncho and with any luck, I will be finished with it before next winter. I have already re-started it 3 times and thrown it across the room only twice. Yes, I have a temper.

*I have been listening to Kelly Clarkson's album and I can't get one of the songs out of my head.

I guess that's all for now. These don't seem so random to me now that I have typed them out, but I am probably forgetting most of my most random thoughts from the last week anyway.
Toodles.

My New Favorite Quote

"Chuck Norris is kind of like Jesus, but instead of dying for your sins, he will karate-kick you in the face until you achieve salvation."
Via Defamer.

*updated to add:

I HAVE HAD TOO MUCH CAFFEINE TODAY.

New Year, New You

I made it through the holidays without gaining any massive amounts of weight. Not that I didn't try. I ate anything I felt like eating, but I did manage to keep my portions somewhat under control. So now I am back at it and I even walked at lunch today to get some extra exercise in.

I have been feeling very stagnant lately. I have decided to clean my closet out and get rid of a lot of things that have just been hanging around. We are VERY quickly growing out of our one-bedroom apartment, and since there is no hope of being able to afford something bigger anytime soon, I figure now is a good time to get rid of some things. Not that I haven't been trying for awhile now to downsize, but I have a renewed sense of really wanting to get rid of things and change some stuff around.

This is of course not a good thing as far as The Boyfriend is concerned, as this will eventually cross over into his side of the closet, but he usually plays along until his packrat tendencies take over. It's not his fault, he is the child of a packrat*. He just doesn't have THE NEED to get rid of things like I do.

Eventually I will post more about my Christmas vacation, but for now, I have more Daily Show videos to watch..

*What is with the word "packrat"? It makes keeping things sound so bad. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing until you own 35 cats and every newspaper until you were born, but, you know, if you just keep the odd thing around because it reminds you of a good time in your life, that's not so bad.

Home

I am back in L.A. now. Texas was great fun. The Boyfriend was very good at the gift giving thing this year. I will update more later. Lots of fun stories that actually do not involve my 16 year old nephews driving...
Right now, I am sitting at work, almost literally bored to tears. But somehow, I can't get the energy to write more than this.
Sorry.
Happy New Year.
updated:
Song Lyrics for "YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY" since apparently everyone is looking for them.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,Ooh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,Kind-a like spices,Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
But love,honeyHoney.
I love you.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,Oh love, to kiss ya,Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter, Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.

Happy Everything

I am off to Texas to celebrate Christmas with my family. We are all congregating at my sister's house this year. Should be fun. My 16 year-old nephew is picking me up from the airport, so I should come home with at least one interesting story...
Not much going on here. I am not really in the whole holiday spirit right now. It's kind of sinking in that I have to spend the next week without The Boyfriend and that makes me very very sad. I don't care who get's insulted, or how many guilt trips are thrown my way, I am NOT traveling next year.

I guess that's all I really have time to get in to.

I hate our President, but getting into that would take too much time. He is a complete freaking grifting ass and anyone that get's taken in by him is a complete tool.

The fact that this country was founded for religious freedom and yet there are people out there who truly believe there is a "War on Christmas" makes me ill. THIS COUNTRY WAS FUCKING FOUNDED FOR RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, but I heard someone on the news say he believed that even if we had a Jewish President, he should send out cards that say Merry Christmas. What kind of backwards freaking idea is that?

Cough Cough

I spent last night in a wonderful cycle of hacking, then coughing so hard I would gag, then running to the bathroom because I thought I was going to throw up, then drinking a sip of water which didn't help, then popping a cough drop and trying to go back to sleep and hoping I wouldn't choke on the cough drop if I fell asleep, but part of me not caring if I did because it would mean my throat would stop hurting for maybe a moment.

Today is my last full work day this week as my office is moving tomorrow, so we get the pleasure of leaving at noon. Let me just tell you that I work with a lot of whiny babies and also a lot of hard working people that kick-ass. I am so ready for this week to be over.

I seem to be on my second cold in a row this winter (ha, it's like 70 here) season. I very rarely get sick, usually allergy problems are the extent of my sickness. So colds and such are sometimes just too much for me to bear.

This is what I get for working in an office where it's expected that people come in sick unless they are on death's door. I find this just a stupid way of working.

Except here I am, probably contagious. But we are moving tomorrow. And there is still so much to be done...

This One is Going to be Long & Ramble-y

So, The Boyfriend and I decided to take a drive on Sunday, as a treat after spending over 2 hours dusting our apartment. I hate dusting with every fiber of my being, and being allergic to dust doesn't help any.

Off we go on our 2 hour drive down the Pacific Coast in which we end at Chili's (Yes, I like their food. A lot.) and this is now also a celebration that I have lost 13 pounds and 5 inches off my waist. The drive is pleasant enough. We have a good time goofing around and lamenting the fact that modern Christmas music is just shit.

We arrive at our destination. There is a wait for a table, no big deal, we continue enjoying each other's company.

We are seated. A small 2 person booth. I like those. Well, USUALLY I like those because we are seated at them quite frequently and we are usually on an outside wall (this is important later) so we have some privacy in our conversation.

As soon as we sit down I realize something is wrong. We are not on an outside wall, we are in the middle of the restaurant separated from the table next to us by a small wall. So, I put my drink menu up to block the other people out of my site. Now, I do this a lot because I really find it quite stupid that restaurants nowadays seem to think I want to watch the people around me eat. I don't. So I put up the drink menu, which other people have done around the restaurant as well.

Then it begins.

2 small girls, very towheaded, both under the age of 4. Any other time I would have found them quite cute. Not this night. Not at all.

The parents were sitting on the outside of the booth, not paying ANY ATTENTION AT ALL to their 2 small girls that were now climbing the wall to try and look at The Boyfriend and I. Then they began giggling, knocking menu's over on to us, staring, giggling, and generally just being really annoying. All this time, the parents didn't look over once at them. Not once. Never to check on them, even though they were standing on the seat and trying their darndest to touch us and stare at us, they parents couldn’t be bothered to check on their little darlings just once.

This continues on. I start shaking with anger. The Boyfriend and I can't have any kind of conversation, because we keep getting interrupted. I am shaking because I am gearing up to go and politely ask the parents to keep their children away from us, but I just know this will end in an argument, so I frantically try to find our waiter to ask him if we can be moved right away.

Now here's the kicker. As these parents are not giving a crap what their daughters are doing to the people around them, another table, which consists of a couple and their infant, flag our waiter down and politely ask if their order can be switched for take-out because their infant is getting fussy. I was so overwhelmed with two small germ-factories trying to touch me I hadn't even noticed the infant (who, by the way was the quietest cranky infant I have ever seen). It was just too much for me. Here are one set of parents trying to be so polite to the people around them, and of course we get sat next to the parents that think it's their god-given right to inflict their precious children on the people who were unfortunate enough to be seated around them.

I wanted so badly to go and ask these people to pay attention to their daughters, but really, all I wanted was to have dinner with my boyfriend that wasn't interrupted. I don't think that's too much to ask. Especially in a restaurant.

This type of thing just kills me. I adore kids. I think they are fun and I like watching people interact with their children. But I just can't handle this attitude that is prevailing of people thinking I should have to deal with their children misbehaving just because I made the mistake of eating in the same restaurant they did.

Children are not something that happens to you, in most cases. In any case, they are something YOU have to deal with. I COMPLETELY understand the restaurants that have adult-seating only or child-free hours. I don't care if parents find this offensive. I should have the right to a dinner that doesn't include trying to ignore the children hanging over the wall staring at me.

I'm not asking that people be punished that choose to have kids. I am asking that parents stop acting like I should be honored I was given the gift of being in the presence of their holy terrors for even a second. I am asking that people be aware that if their children are not behaving, it affects the people around them. I am way more accepting of a parent who is completely aware that their misbehaving child is annoying to the people around them and tries to do something about it. I do not have any patience for parents who pay no attention to their children whatsoever and can't understand how this may be annoying to a couple who are just trying to enjoy a dinner out.

Especially people who haven't eaten out in a month and are celebrating by eating carbs. And yes, I see the stupidity in celebrating my weight loss with fattening food, but man, it tasted good.

On a final note - Why do we treat smokers that choose to smoke like pariahs for making this choice and not parents who choose to have children that they can't be bothered to actually raise? Or teach manners?

I Wanna Be Loved By You

I have this song stuck in my head. I have absolutely no reason why and it's kind of driving me insane.

It could be worse, this morning The Boyfriend had "Boogie Wonderland" stuck in his head thanks to an ill-timed Target commercial. He's nice about it when he has a song stuck in his head, he just quietly sits there and tells you he has a song stuck in his head.

Me, I sing it as loud and often as possible so that He will get it stuck in his head, and then I have some company in my misery.

Shit! I just got "Boogie Wonderland" now stuck in my head just by typing this.
Now I have to resort to getting "If I Could Turn Back Time" stuck in my head. It is a little known fact that any Cher song will get any other song out of your head. Unfortunately, it is a fact I know all to well.

Update Week 2

I thought I would do this weeks update a day early, since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and The Boyfriend and I have given ourselves the "day off' from our diet, so there will be no weighing in for me tomorrow!

As of today, I have lost a total of 9 pounds. I weigh 190. I have lost 4 inches off of my waist line. Results like this are definitely helping with the motivation for sticking with it. On top of the weight loss, my skin is looking better than it has in quite awhile, and I just FEEL better, not like I am going to burst at the seams. I have also noticed that I don't crave sweets anymore and my tastebuds have been sharpened. I was bad and had a fortune cookie last week, good lord those things are sweet! I had never noticed. I used to think my allergies affected my sense of taste, but it was my shoving everything down my throat as fast as possible that was causing me to not taste anything.

I have actually eaten salad with no dressing. You have no idea how big that is.

Since most of you know my dirty little secret of loving some reality T.V. shows, it should come as no surprise that I am an avid fan of "The Biggest Loser". Especially this season, I just really like most of the people who are on the show and I feel a sort of kinship with them as I struggle to get my own weight off.

I watched last night, fascinated by the amount of crying the contestants do on this show. I don't know why this was so interesting to me, as I myself fully admit to friends that I have cried trying to pick out clothes.

I have not cried during this diet, but I HAVE had to get through the realization that I was a lot bigger than I thought I was. It's very easy to just not look at yourself, not admit to yourself that the pants don't fit because YOU got bigger. As a friend once told me, "You can hate your hair or getting your pictures taken all you want, because you think they make you look fat. But at some point, you have to realize that YOU are making you look fat. And that's about the point where you decide to do something about it." This has really been driven home since my clothes have started fitting better. Clothes that I thought looked good on me before are WAY more comfortable. I have not dropped any sizes, yet.

I am nervous for the next part of this. I get to start adding things back in to my diet. This scares me. I am so happy with the amount of weight I lost, I don't want to gain anything back or stop losing.

On a final note -
Last night Andrea was voted off Biggest Loser, and may I say I was so happy to see her go. She admitted to sneaking like 9 or 12 brownies because she was stressed out before a weigh-in, has ASKED people to send her home and then stated for the camera that she HAD to be in the final 3 because she had worked so hard to get there. I know this is really mean, but good lord, SHE SNUCK FOOD. Of course she deserves to be there more than the other 3 who had never snuck food at all.
Also, I may just hate her because she looks like an ex-friend from college. But I'm pretty sure it's the brownies.

Happy Thanksgiving! I am counting down the hours until I get to eat until I am sick. Which should take about 5 minutes.

Update Week 1

So, today's the day, I give you my weight update for the week. So far, the diet has been really easy to adjust to, almost too easy (except for yesterday, which was really hard. I just wanted to eat all day, and not the things on my list to eat either). My only real problem with it is that I am SO SICK of eggs for breakfast I just want to cry. But the first stage is almost over and then I can have Bran Cereal, which makes me want to vomit, so I guess the eggs aren't too bad.

My official weight as of this morning:

191 ½ pounds!

I lost 7 ½ pounds this week.

I have to tell you, this really makes it easier to start week 2. I was even bad last night and had 1½ glasses of wine with dinner, which is a no-no, since you are not supposed to have any alcohol during the first 2 weeks. That's better than The Boyfriend who cheated on the first day and had an apple, which is at the top of the list of things we ARE NOT supposed to eat! (That was mean, we are supposed to be supportive. Just giggle and then forget I said that.*)

In other news, I brought home a singing snowman from Hallmark for The Boyfriend yesterday, since I conveniently had 3 birthday cards to buy. I think it's the best $13 I have ever spent on a gift for him. Check out the pictures.

I guess that's all for today. I am very excited about Thanksgiving, because I just realized this morning that it falls on the same day as we start Phase 2 of the South Beach! And also, we have already decided we get to eat whatever we want that day anyway. But this just means we wouldn't be cheating nearly as much, so it's a good thing.

*I just read that he thinks he only had 1 glass of wine, but he is a liar! He had 1 ½ glasses of wine with dinner, and apparently several "pulls" off the bottle while cooking!!!! So, I don't feel bad for making fun of him. Okay, I never really feel bad for that anyway.

Things That Are Annoying Me

In list form, for you reading pleasure:

1. The weather. It's November 16th, why in the hell is it 90 degrees outside?

2. The weatherman who thinks that telling me it's going to be a great week JUST because the weather is so hot. Really. It's November you moron, I don't care where you live in the U.S., you expect it to be a little colder than it was this summer.

I just know at some point I am going to have to chase down all the weatherpeople in L.A. and kick them in the teeth. It's for their own good.

3. The fact that we are having such bizarre weather across the U.S. and no one wants to talk about Global Warming. It's getting seriously close to the time where we round up all the SUV's and burn them. I don't care if Bush wants to recognize what's happening or not, we have screwed up this Earth and we need to fix it.

4. I went to the mall at lunch today, but I forgot to bring the watch that I needed to get repaired. So my going to the mall was pretty useless, except I bought some birthday cards and a singing snowman which will make The Boyfriend very happy*.

*I'm not kidding. He really wants the singing snowman. This guy really likes Christmas.

5. That somehow the phrase "I can't afford that" doesn't seem to register with people anymore. I have made a practice of not running up my credit card bills so high I can't pay them off every month. This seems to baffle people who are usually trying to sell me something. Sometimes I think there are only 5 people in the world that understand the right way to use credit. The rest are part of that percentage who are over $10,000 in debt and can't figure out how it happened.

For example, I got my teeth cleaned this morning. They of course tried to tell me I NEED to get my teeth whitened and one veneer over a tooth that had a root canal performed on when I was a child. I said I don't, and also I can't afford it. They implied I could charge it to a credit card if I needed to. I had to then re-state that I DON"T HAVE TO HAVE MY TEETH WHITENED. It's not covered by insurance because IT IS ELECTIVE! Also, I don't need a freakin' veneer either. I refuse to give into this obsession that everyone's teeth need to be as white as possible. I like white teeth, but I will not go into debt for them.

6. The fact that going home for Christmas has become a complete nightmare. Traveling is expensive, especially when The Boyfriend and I get the distinct pleasure of being completely across the U.S. from each other for the holidays.

Family is all too willing to guilt you mercilessly until you give in to going home, but then doesn't want to hear it when buying the plane tickets means you are broke for the next 6 months. This also feeds back into #5.

I guess that's my list for now. Tomorrow, the great weekly weight update! I am happy with how the South Beach Diet is going, so it will not be as traumatic a post as last week was for me.

I Really Have No Title for This

Since The Boyfriend has actually linked to me in his post today, I feel compelled to write something, so I guess it should be about our new diet.

So, I am starting the South Beach Diet today, and so far, it's going okay. I don't really enjoy an extremely low carb diet, as I have tried the no-carb thing before and really ended up gaining a lot of weight afterwards, I keep telling myself that this part only lasts 2 weeks.

I tried Weight Watchers, but I found it tiresome. It was too easy to cheat, although I did get quite a few good recipes off of their website.

I have also tried counting calories. Last year I lost almost 20 pounds in 2 months, but then we went away for Thanksgiving and allowed ourselves to eat whatever we wanted. We never got back to counting those calories.

I feel a brief history of my weight will help you make sense of myself and why this is such a big deal for me. Or not. But it fills up space on the page.

Up until the age of 25, I never really worried about my weight. I never watched what I ate, and I didn’t worry about exercise. I am now realizing that this was mostly because I naturally ate small portions several times a day. Also, I lead a busy life so exercise was never on my mind.

Then, I met The Boyfriend. And I fell in love. (Ok, it was really painful for me to write that because it just sounds so cheesy, but you know, they have proven people in love gain weight, so there). The Boyfriend wasn't so appreciative of my eating habits, because he would always end up eating my leftovers which of course led to him gaining weight. And since I hate leftovers, and was sick of the teasing about how I never eat anything, I began to finish my meals.

That comes across as blaming The Boyfriend, which I am not. I am the one who decided that finishing my food faster than he, while insisting I needed the same portion of food he did, was a great way to not get teased about my eating habits anymore. Good lord, I am brilliant!

So anyhoo, when I turned 25 it all just stopped working. I started gaining weight places I had never gained weight before. I now eat way too much in portion size and have no problems eating foods that I know are bad for me.

I actually get a lot of exercise, but my eating is just all screwed up. Also, I have like the biggest sweet tooth you have ever seen which doesn't lend itself to dieting much.

In the past few years I have stopped having jobs where I am on my feet all day. I can't believe how much this messes with your metabolism, but it does. Working in an office where I don't have far to go to get snacks makes saying "No" way too hard. Not that I am actually saying no to anyone, I just don't seem to be able to say no to myself. (That sounds really dirty)

So, now the really painful part.

I am 5'6". I weight 199 pounds as of this morning.

I am trying not to get all depressed as I write this because I am at the heaviest weight I have ever been in my life. But I have a goal, which is 60 pounds (I would like to lose more but we will see how that goes). I have a time frame, before my 30 birthday which is March 2007. I know I can do this.

My biggest reason, other than acting and such, is that I am watching everyone in my family have huge health issues that all boil down to one thing, they are all fat. I know that is mean, but it's true and they all have the same problems: High Blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, Blockage in their Arteries, Sleep Apnea, Snoring so loud it shakes the earth. None of them will discuss with me that fact that it's mostly because of their weight that these things are happening, especially when I get told, 'well it runs in the family' and I say 'the whole family is overweight, of COURSE it runs in the family'. I mean, I have already inherited Migraines that are so bad they induce vomiting AND being allergic to everything in the air, how much more fun stuff could the possibly give me?

I refuse to be someone who relies on medication for things that could be fixed with weight-loss. I refuse to sit around and just use "it runs in the family" as an excuse for bad health. I refuse to be depressed all the time because I feel fat and none of my clothes fit.

I refuse to make excuses for myself anymore.

I did this to myself. I am going to fix it.

Hair Saga Part 1

So, for those of you who don't see me every day, I have had dark brown/red hair for the past several months. Because I was the only not real-brunette for this short film I am working on, I decided to go back to blonde. Plus, keeping naturally lighter colored hair dark brown is WAY more work than keeping it lighter and since I am lazy, this is a nice situation to be in.

So the "Get My Hair Back to Blonde" process started Sunday night with a box that did little to lighten my hair, but gave me this really cool color. I really hate it when things like that happen, because there is no way I am going to replicate it.

Since the first time didn't work, I walked myself back to the drugstore for something a little more heavy duty. Let me tell you, when Herbal Essences decides to make hair color, they decide to make stuff that works. I buy a box of the lightest blonde I can find and proceed home to try it out.

Needless to say, my hair is definitely lighter. Like almost Platinum. Which you would think someone that has been messing with their hair color for ½ their life would be okay with, but for some reason, it seems to bother me. Not the greatest dye-job I have ever done.

So of course I come to work this morning expecting lots of "Oh, your hair is blonde again" comments accompanied by that "that's too bad" look people like to give.

But instead, I get "Wow, your hair is blonde again! I like it! Looks good!" accompanied with my two favorite comments:
"You look like a beach babe/surfer girl"

and
"It's a Bombshell color"

Can I just tell you how much I love you people right now? And if you are all really laughing behind my back, just keep it behind my back so I can continue to feel good.

I do not Heart Delivery Guys

So, this is a little late, but Knott Scary Farm was AWESOME! Seriously the most fun I have had being scared in a long time. Unless you count the once a week I weigh myself, but that's another story.

This week has been really lousy with the busyness. I plan on posting some pictures of my knitting thusfar. Let me just say, I am rocking the "knit stitch" and can now make a mean scarf. The supplies for the one I am making now were courtesy of T and J (Hi!) and it looks to be the best one yet. Like I said, pictures and such to come soon. I am looking to make a poncho next, but I may have to actually learn more than one stitch for that, which means I will be back to swearing A LOT while knitting, but I think that's all part of the fun of learning something new.

So, the title of this post. I just got done having a battle of wits with a delivery guy. It wasn't really evenly matched. Now I have had LOTS of jobs in my time where I worked in the customer service industry. I wasn't the best at it, but I definitely wasn't the worst. I am now in charge of ordering supplies for the office I work in and let me just say, we go through a lot of paper. So much so that I usually order about 10 cases at a time. The delivery person today (Not the usual delivery guy, he's the coolest guy ever! Mad love to MIKE! YEAH!) decided that stacking 10 - 50 pound boxes of paper outside the main door to my office was totally okay. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO CUSTOMER SERVICE! When would you ever think that it's okay to leave something that heavy piled outside the door to an office? I mean, come on, who is usually doing the supply ordering? Women. And who do you think would be moving that stuff? It's bad enough that I can't get anyone to help me unload the boxes, let alone move them across an entire suite.
So I called the main office and let them know that they needed to come back and fix this. And then I made sure to go and let the guy know where to put the paper (because they have been known to just stack it in the middle of our copy room. And now you know why I love the usual delivery guy so much) AND I made sure to say it in a very nice way. THE MAN WOULDN'T even acknowledge my existence. So now I am sitting here, trying to get straight in my head what I am going to say to the main office when I call AGAIN, to let them know that Mike is the only delivery person they have that gives a crap about customer service.
This is not the part of my job that I like. Because you see, and I know this will be such a shock to most of you, I have a bit of a temper. I like to fly off the handle at times. But I don't like having to be purposefully mean to someone. But jeez, is it to much to ask that you deliver the stuff to where you are supposed to deliver it? That you actually act like my business means something to you?
I'm really not sure how to end this. It's Friday. I really think my brain is shutting down for the weekend early.

I

I am going to KnottScary Farm tonight!

I am so freakin excited!

I am going to scream and scream and scream, even if I am not scared (which I will be so it won't matter)

I will see you tomorrow when my nerves will be so frayed, it's going to be awesome.

I Swear

that all day today, my pee has smelled a little bit like chlorine. I know that the body absorbs a lot of water while swimming, but doesn't that seem a bit excessive?

Yes, But Is It Safe?

I have been very absent lately. Most of the time it was an honest mistake, I would just run out of time during the day to post here. Some of the time it was because I was in a very "I hate people" mode and just didn't want to write about anything for fear that I would plunge off some horrible "hating people" cliff never to return.

But I seem to be over that. Well, partially, I still hate people. I honestly just didn't feel like I had anything to say. Until I saw Good Morning America yesterday.

Now, don't get me wrong, Good Morning America is really my favorite of the morning talk shows. Although I really despise their coverage of "Desperate Housewives" I find that they are enjoyable to watch as they seem to honestly like working together.

Anyhoo, they had a spot on "Minivans, Are They As Safe As We Think?"

Okay, I have been on this earth long enough to know that the answer is an automatic resounding NO, but come one people. So you might get whiplash in an auto accident. If whiplash is all I walk away with, I would be damn happy. Instead of worrying that our automobiles aren't cradling us in a cloud of emergency preparedness, maybe we should start TEACHING PEOPLE HOW TO DRIVE! Do you know the safest way to deal with an accident? It's to NOT get in one in the first place. Man, people are just really stupid. I don't understand this need for everyone to feel completely safe all the time. You are in a moving missile, complete with a tank of gas that will explode. How safe do you really think you are? So your headrest may not be in the perfect position to stop whiplash from occurring. Do you know what else stops whiplash? GETTING OFF THE DAMN CELL PHONE AND PAYING ATTENTION.

No one wants to be responsible for anything. Including driving accidents. No one believes in "right of way" anymore, no one understands how a 4 way stop works, no one wants to let anyone merge into traffic anymore, no one even tries to get up to traffic speed while getting on the freeway, people routinely run red lights, but heaven forbid my headrest not stop whiplash. Good god. Those car manufacturers are so mean. I can't believe a huge corporation wouldn't have my best interest at heart.

I just don't get it. Why don't we have news spots on how dangerous it really is to talk on a cellphone and drive? Or to not even take the Driver's Education classes, and instead wait until you are old enough to just take the test? I know this sounds weird, but I know people who got their licenses this way.

People act like cars are the only dangerous things in the world. Now if there is an actual defect in the car, like the brakes don't work correctly, then yes, I should think the manufacturer was at fault. But 99% of the things that go wrong in a car are due to user error.

Also, it's impossible to get rid of all the things in our lives that are not safe. Electricity is not safe and yet, no one complains about it being in their homes. No one gets mad at the electric company when a person gets electrocuted for messing with something they most likely shouldn't have been messing with. And yet, there are millions of people on the road who have no idea how to actually, safely control a car.

I think I lost my point in there somewhere. See what I mean about that cliff?

Oh well, back to knitting my very weirdly shaped scarf.

On a much happier note, we are giving Keith and Rachel their birthday present tonight! I am so freaking excited. Giving presents (especially ones that I made The Boyfriend make on my suggestion) is one of my most favorite things to do.

The best part? I have absolutely no idea if they will like it. I don't know why this makes me giddy, but it does.

Yeah, I'm Here

I just keep forgetting to post. I WAS going to tell you all about my having donated blood two weeks ago and what a huge issue it was dealing with the Red Cross people, but then this huge natural disaster struck, and now I don't feel like talking smack about the Red Cross people.

So, I am learning to knit instead.