tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90318711697662017792024-03-21T19:49:26.272-07:00Did I say that out loud?I am here to talk about the things that cross my mind but never seem to cross my lips.
Why? I am not sure.
I'm not scared of being contradicted, I don't care if I am supported. I think I just don't want to waste my time listening to people's opinions.
Snobby? Probably.
Do I care? Not at all.
HOWEVER, if you are here and reading this.. and I ask for your feedback.. would LOVE it.SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-2252260819757117692012-12-30T11:00:00.000-08:002012-12-30T11:00:04.651-08:00It's really happening! It's happening. It's really happening! I made a few strategic decisions to get me where I wanted to be and it worked! This, along with the Universe working in my favor, of course. Things seem to be shaping up in a healthy, perfectly-paced manor. I do believe that 2013 is going to be a very exciting year! Professionally, at least. And Lord, let's hope romantically as well! <br />
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Much love to you and yours.SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-52782804766519598862012-09-24T08:53:00.002-07:002012-09-24T08:53:28.826-07:00Ugh. I've been having a rough few weeks. I find myself sleeping A LOT. Like, all weekend and about 10 hours a day during the week. What am I avoiding? What is going on? I have also started clenching my jaw while I am working and sleeping, resulting in a MAJORLY sore jaw that makes it hard to even eat anything. There is a knot in my neck that is so tight that I can't turn my head all the way to the left. So, I ask you, what the hell is going on in my brain that my body is reacting so strongly to? I am not about anything except money, but I am always stressed about money, so why would it effect me like crazy now? Ugh, anyway, I just wanted to vent about my goings on... SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-11550010880532823922012-08-16T14:25:00.003-07:002012-08-16T14:26:27.208-07:00Don't WE me! <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know what I hate? Like, REEEEAAAALLLYY hate?? When people answer questions that were directed at them, as a single person, with "WE". Or, when I tell one of my friends to 'have fun' at something and they respond with 'we will!'. I wasn't talking to your partner - I was talking to YOU. I don't give a rat's ass if your girlfriend or husband has fun! And if I do, I'll tell them to have fun too! ARRGG. It irks me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What's worse? When they say things like, "Oh, we don't see movies like that" or "We don't eat seafood" AAHHH!!! </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-22482582660362181232012-07-25T10:14:00.000-07:002012-07-25T10:14:36.849-07:00The future awaits!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have been a total blogging slacker!!! It's almost like there is TOO much to tell so I haven't been telling anything at all. But I whined at my bff for not blogging at all lately, so I suppose I should practice what I preach. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have been dreaming and scheming a lot lately about my next adventure in life. I am at a good place in my life, past all the shitty-boss drama, past all the guy-doesn't-love-me drama, and ready for some positive changes. Mainly, I am finally ready to follow my dream of becoming a healer/counselor/knower of all things wonderful! So, I am starting a certificate program in October to lead me start me on that path. I have already started decorating my new office space in my head :) I think it will be a hands-on type of counseling. Walking, talking, learning, exploring... I picture myself walking along a river in the woods while talking to someone who just needs a little love and guidance to get them headed toward their destiny. Most people just want someone to believe in them. And what they don't know is that all they really need is to believe in themselves. Well, I am here to help. You'll just have to pay me to do so :) </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-62498991149865450762012-06-22T08:51:00.003-07:002012-07-25T10:15:14.484-07:00Travel<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm a pro at avoiding reality... :) </span></div>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-80388356126210553522012-05-28T18:47:00.001-07:002012-07-25T10:15:00.099-07:00Just okayI haven't written anything in quite a while because there's really not much to write about... Things are okay. Yes, just okay. Not terrible but not great. Things with the man went down the shiter. The new job is everything I wanted it to be and drama-free. I haven't lost the 30 pounds I wanted to, I think I've lost about 8. I still hate getting out of bed everyday and have no motivation to do anything after work. My life is pretty mundane, pretty... okay. Anyway, just thought I would say hi, in case you were wondering where I have been. I'll try to come back more often with something whitty, or at least entertaining. 'Til then....SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-62284840359096216962012-05-10T10:17:00.000-07:002012-07-25T10:19:32.587-07:00Things that make you go hmmm...<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently went to one of my best friend's weddings and it was fabulous! However, while I was there I was reminded how much I adore her and her family and on the flight home I started thinking about how different things were when people stayed in their home towns. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I spend a lot of my time keeping in touch with my family and friends that have dispersed across the world and I often wish I could share a beer or a hug with one of them. It is strange how much physical distance there is between all of us. It leads me to wonder if our 'happy places' are where we live or who we live near. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have toyed with this idea for many years and I still don't have the answer. Ideally, I would like in a place with mountains, ocean, a timid climate and all of my family and friends. But that is never going to happen. So, what is the next best thing? </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-4395947095557815062012-04-10T12:06:00.003-07:002012-04-10T12:06:31.794-07:00Random Rants and Raves<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. Red Velvet cake always looks better than it tastes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. Toms are ugly. Trendy girls only wear them because they are trendy. I am no fashonista, but I know fugly when I see it, and Toms are fugly. Although, if I were a trend-follower without my own identity or soul, I would be psyched when something comfortable <em>finally</em> became trendy also... so go for it girls, Tom away. And if you say you bought them because they send a pair of shoes to the poor every time you buy them, that's bullshit, remember, you have no soul. You probably think being charitable is trendy too. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3. I kept waking up last night with my brow squished up and my fists tightened. What's up with that? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">4. I <strong>hate</strong> </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Times New Roman <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and</span> </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Courier</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5. Making bread at 6,000 feet is really, really hard. I don't know if it is me or my bread maker, but one of us needs to go. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">6. I hate that time at the end of your period when you don't really need to wear a tampon but you kinda do... so annoying. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">7. Why do people throw the word 'love' around? There is nothing worse than when someone ends a conversation with a "love you" and you either have an awkward silence or you stutter and say "ugh, uh, um, thanks!" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">8. Why, why, <strong>why</strong>!!! does my tongue love the salty/sweet combination SO much?!?! Life would be so much easier without taste buds. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">9. Disclaimer: I have never stolen anything in my life. (Well, I have walked out with a thing or two I didn't realize I was holding and then walked faster out of shock and fear...) Anyway, I hate when I am browsing a bookstore or a trinket shop and I feel like I am being watched. I get a guilty feeling and feel the need to ask for help looking for something that I wasn't even looking for! What's that all about? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">10. The people at my favorite sandwich shop know me by name and I love that. </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-42442766336048833232012-04-06T09:49:00.002-07:002012-04-06T09:49:31.542-07:00From Blue to Green<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I made a little Kidney Cocktail for myself. I juiced cucumbers, celery, lemon and parsley to help kick this kidney infection. I am tired of feeling blue.. so I decided to feel green. </span></div>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-64283322987405006452012-03-20T15:22:00.000-07:002012-07-25T10:15:37.530-07:00Is it fair?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is it fair to change your opinion of someone after learning about their past? I am going back and forth on this one. I am not a very judgemental person; I generally take 'em as I see 'em. But I recently found out some things about a co-worker and for some reason I am looking at her differently now. It's weird. I thought she was the goodie-goodie, trustworthy, church-going type... but turns out that's only because her current man is a preacher. I have never liked the kind of girls who change everything about themselves for every man they are sleeping with... and so it is weird for me to find out that she is that girl. I mean, do you think the punk rockers that I have dated liked that I was into quilting? In case you're confused.. no, they didn't. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So, what do you think? Is it fair? </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-42775633405530298392012-02-28T12:09:00.000-08:002012-02-28T12:09:07.011-08:00The New World of Dating...<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was laying in bed last night while my body tried to sort out the Excedrin, Advil, Tylenol and NyQuil I had given it and I started to wonder why so many people are funnier via text and social media than they are in real life.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I figured it out. It's because<strong> <u>I</u></strong> am funny. So when I read things I make them sound funny whereas the dumbass who wrote it just meant it verbatim.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This got me thinking about men who are sweet via text. They're not sweet. <strong><u>I'm</u></strong> sweet, so I make things they say sweet in my head! This means that all those sweet, funny men out there who are texting you sweet-nothings throughout the day are truly just as lame as the rest of the ass holes you've already dated.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know who is as great as she claims to be? My dog. What you see is what you get. Just the way I like it. No games no lies no sneaking around no texting! She loves me for me and I love her the same right back. She's home when I get home and she goes to bed when I go to bed. She loves me the same way and the same amount each and every day. God bless her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until I find a man that is as easy to love as my dog, I see no reason to date.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plus, she doesn't snore.</span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-56084972069906541722012-02-25T00:08:00.001-08:002012-02-25T00:09:58.311-08:00Back to Black.Life is easier when I dress in black and hate the world. I'm going to go back to that. Good feelings only lead to bad feelings and sick feelings and mad feelings. Fuck good feelings. If I ever go back to thinking good feelings are a good idea, someone out there PLEASE REMIND ME that it's a bad BAD idea! Remind me that it's not worth it and it'll only make the bad worse. And it all goes back to bad anyway. So don't bother with the good. It's not worth it. Stick with black. It'll always be there for you. SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-53510128172014547072012-02-19T12:54:00.002-08:002012-02-19T13:05:47.891-08:00When Life Hands You Lemons...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Knowing I had three days off ahead of me my initial plan was to score some weed, watch bad movies and generally feel sorry for myself for the next 72 hours. Junk food, tissues, sweatpants... had it all planned out. But then my friends stepped in, as the always do (damn you) and we went to dinner on Friday night, at my favorite place, of course. This was enough to lift my spirits and changed the tone of the weekend. That night I decided that the next 72 hours could only go one of two ways... I could either choose to be Couch-potato-stoner-girl or Uber-productive-self-improvement-girl. By some unforeseen miracle, I chose the latter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">One of my favorite people on the planet and I are making a quilt together - though we are 2000 miles apart. It's from the </span><a href="http://www.craftsy.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Craftsy Block of the Month</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">. We have a little catching up to do.... But today I made January and it was totally fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, with John Daly in hand, I am toughing out this bump in the road and trudging onward! </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-49912507495811805692012-02-08T07:46:00.000-08:002012-02-08T07:46:18.763-08:00On a mission!<div style="text-align: center;">
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It is one of the most miscommunicated relationships I have ever had the detriment of witnessing. It seems like they are in two totally different relationships. Of course <strong>I </strong>think it is a huge mistake to stay with her because I have been where he is and it doesn't end well. But it took me years to see it, so, who am I to judge? <br />
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I knew this was a possibility the whole time but I really thought it was going to work out in my favor. It's funny though because I don't feel rejected (like I would have expected). I feel like I get where he is at and feel bad that he is there. He is turning down <em>this</em> sweet little piece of ass for someone who isn't really that into him but he can't see it because he is so into her. And I have been there, so I get it. <br />
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Still fucking blows for me. But I don't want to be with someone who is in love with someone else anyway. So, what the hell was I thinking? I'm sad and angry. I knew he was in this relationship; he was honest with me the whole time. But he lead me to believe that he truly wanted to explore things with me. And if he really did, wouldn't we be doing that? How can you be in a committed, loving relationship and still have a wandering heart? I don't think you can. I never have, anyway. <br />
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As one of my brilliant friends said, "The bottom line is you deserve uncompromising love and you are going to get it." Maybe it won't be from him even though I want it to be. Maybe it won't be tomorrow. But it'll happen. It will. <br />SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-21263712714637770162012-02-01T13:15:00.000-08:002012-02-01T13:15:08.434-08:00The Day I Decided to Lose 30 Pounds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #1f497d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>GO ME.</strong> </span></span></div>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-69935270076612317742012-01-30T16:08:00.000-08:002012-02-01T12:54:57.563-08:00What the hell?Why is it that when you are sick the most annoying shit happens? Like the only lightbulb in your closet goes out. And you stub your toe. I mean, does the world <i>really</i> need to kick you when you're already down!? I mean for fuck's sake - gimme a break here.<br />
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After the initial shock, buyer's remorse, grieving stages of a loss, you go through stages of realizations, changes, and growth. However, the "ptsd"s from the relationship stick around a lot longer than you would think.<br />
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For example, my new boss (who is tote fab) came up to me the other day and said, "do you have a minute to talk to me about your time off requests?" I instantly started to panic. A million thoughts ran through my mind - all relating back to my previous, shitty boss. <em>What did I miss? Was there a form I was supposed to fill out? I am too new here, I shouldn't have asked for ANYTHING! Crap, she's gonna fire me.</em> Turns out - she wanted to know if I wanted to earn some comp time so that I didn't have to use vacation time... <em>I lost a year off my life because of THAT? Wow. </em>It has been over two months and I still cringe sometimes when she approaches me. I can not WAIT for the day that the leftovers from my previous boss are gone. <br />
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Another example - I was texting the new dude the other day and he wasn't responding so I wrote something snarky like "ok never mind then!" and he responded with "one minute...crazy". Well, that touched a nerve, a big one, like the kind that run through your spinal cord and I flipped out. I think all I said to him was "please don't call me crazy" but in my mind I was thinking - ohfuckyou, you think you're different from all the rest of those scumbag assholes out there? well, you're not! you want crazy? I'll show you crazy! ... turns out what he meant by his text was "hold on a minute, work is really crazy right now, I'll text you as soon as I can..." Ooops. My bad. <br />
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So the moral of the story is ... when you let people treat you like shit, you start expecting it from them and everyone else around you. What you have to do is <b>learn to expect kindness from people and when they are not treating you with the respect and kindness that you deserve - move on</b>. The bottom line is don't let anyone treat you like crap. It's not worth the time it is going to take to rid yourself of those emotional leftovers that they leave behind after they are long gone.SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-7618110007568097422012-01-19T08:23:00.000-08:002012-01-19T08:23:13.374-08:00What is all this for?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After I quit my (stressful, frustrating, draining) job things started getting better in my life. I had more energy, I was more excited about being social with my peeps, I had time to call old friends, etc. So one day I finally threw away my single stalk of bamboo that had been staring at me for a year and asked the Universe to bring me <span style="color: #990000;">love</span>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is what I got? I have fallen in <span style="color: #990000;">love</span> with someone who is in <span style="color: #990000;">love</span> with someone else. <em><strong>What is the point in that?</strong></em> Why did the Universe send me THAT kind of <span style="color: #990000;">love</span>? Yes, it feels nice to <span style="color: #990000;">love</span>, adore, and appreciate someone unconditionally. But, where is it going to leave me? <span style="color: #073763;">Sad.</span> That's where. How did I let myself be so vulnerable to fall into this <span style="color: #274e13;">evil trap</span>? I should have known better. Dammit! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I mean, it's <span style="color: black;">fine</span>. We will be friends and that is all well and good. But I have a lot of friends. I didn't ask the Universe for another effing <em>friend</em>! Actually, it's kind of the <strong>last</strong> thing I need. I don't have enough time to give to my current friends as it is. Why would I want another friend to think about, care about, worry about? <strong>I wouldn't.</strong> So, there. I don't want him to be my FUCKING FRIEND. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have you ever had a connection so strong that you are drawn to someone in a way you have never experienced before? </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The closer we get to one another the more I doubt that I have ever truly loved anyone prior. </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He brings me a sense of peace, calmness and joy that is truly delightful. </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The security our friendship gives me makes me all that much more aware of the beauty in this world. </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have a natural affinity to this person that I can not deny and I have been wondering if this is what people call soul mates... </span></div>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-13433107511552396132012-01-11T08:46:00.000-08:002012-01-11T11:21:31.829-08:00Love<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Love is a funny thing. It comes in all shapes and sizes... at all different times... from all different directions. Sometimes it comes from obligation. Sometimes it comes from empathy. But I am finding, when it comes from a place without condition, it can be one of the most amazing things one can experience. To feel loved for doing nothing other than being myself is the most amazing thing in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I do have a handful of amazing friends who have always loved me this way and I have loved and appreciated them every day of our friendship. But now I am in the beginning stages of receiving this kind of love from a man and it feels vastly different from any other relationship I have ever been in. I keep waiting for the judging to start or the snide comments to begin... but they aren't... and I don't think they will... and i</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">t's the weirdest (and most wonderful) thing to be able to be mad or sad or sick or hyper or tired or <em>crazy</em> and still.. feel.. loved! <strong>Who knew?!</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And the best part is... I don't feel like it's going away any time soon. I remember feeling in previous relationships that they were always nearing the end. Yes, we <em>thought</em> we were madly in love and we did have wonderful times together but really... we all know when something is off. It's just a matter of admitting it to yourself and believing that you deserve more. That's the key - the believing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It has taken a looooong time and a lot of work but I finally believe that I deserve more. I deserve to receive love the way that I want to give love....wholly and with reckless abandon. Okay, maybe not <strong><em>reckless</em></strong>, but you know what I mean... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, wish me luck in this new venture! xoxo</span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-41627055658572243282011-12-21T15:30:00.000-08:002011-12-21T15:30:56.564-08:00Third time's a charm!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you even been asked if you were pregnant when you weren't? Yes? How many times? Once, twice? Well, I've got you beat! THREE TIMES! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first time was years ago and I was wearing a baby-doll shirt. Ok, I'll let that one slide. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next one was just because I am plaid, old fat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And today? Today was, well, because now not only is my mid section fat, but I must have the "Hi, I'm pregnant round face" because the woman couldn't even see my body!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've had the (smiling and rubbing her belly)<em> "So, is it official?".</em> And now the, <em>"Are you all ready for the baby?"</em> AND - all three times I was asked by WOMEN!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>HELLO LADIES!</strong> This is in Chapter Fucking One of your "Things to Never Ask" Handbook!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As my bestie would say, Oh. Em. Gee. </span>SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-69173702860819728962011-12-10T07:31:00.001-08:002011-12-10T07:32:15.113-08:00Unisex clothingWhy do they call it unisex clothing?? It's not. It's men's clothing. Why don't they just call it men's and admit that their company is too lazy to make women's clothing?? I may not be shaped like a super model but I am also not shaped like a square robot! Geesh!SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031871169766201779.post-45512501635583930272011-11-30T12:28:00.001-08:002011-12-07T19:38:28.052-08:00Walking away with dignity<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I did it! I took a chance on myself and left that job. And, man-oh-man does it feel good!! I sleep better, eat less, and smile more. Leaving that environment felt like moving out of an abusive household. A twisted, secretive, controlling, judgmental, dysfunctional household. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I quit without having a job (or even applying to one) and knew, in my soul, that the world would take care of me. And it did. I was offered every job that I interviewed for. So, to all of you who are unhappy and dread their work days - I am here to tell you that there ARE jobs out there. Companies ARE hiring and you CAN be happier. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It took me realizing that I was not supposed to be able to "handle" anything like that. For years I questioned myself, asking myself why I wasn't able to cope with or handle that environment. Once I realized that the problems weren't my inabilities or weaknesses, I was able to walk away without a regret in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you are in a situation that makes you feel like a crazy person - GET OUT. NOW. Life it too short to live that way. There is a big, loving and accepting world out there just waiting to embrace you and all that you have to offer. I promise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As for the awful boss I left behind, she is still there and isn't going anywhere any time soon. I only have one thing to say about that - karma is real and it is coming to get her. </span><br />
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However, I feel like I'm never going to happy here because a year ago when she was a workaholic and micro-managing the shit out of me, I hated her then too! So, what am I supposed to do? <br />
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I like my job but I can not stand the environment that I work in. In order to get through the day, I have to light candles and listen to freakin' Enya for god's sake! It's ridiculous. SKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14661327788937992320noreply@blogger.com1