Me: They say that dogs take after their owners....how does yours take after you?
M: lol, idk?
M: hmmm, just good looks then huh?
M: yea thats it
Me: nothin' else huh? My dog prefers expensive panties to chew toys...guess that means my dog has good taste ... you can't think of anything?
M: hmm, he keeps trying to hump his stuffed animals but idk where he's getting that from...
Me: Are you dressing up for halloween? Got a party to go to?
M: What you want me to be
Me: hillary clinton
M: lmao
Me: it could be fun.... why not, you can be strong, powerful, dominant and in touch with your feminine side all at the same time!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
My pony is my dog....
Lately I have gotten everything but good news....
I get to graduate -- yay, but not before I have to pass written AND oral examinations! These are going to be the epitomy of my existence. 10 hours stuck in a computer lab typing out everything that I should have compreended in the past two years -- please just shoot me! Today is day one -- Statistics and Research Methods....math, research, typing --- HOURS~ UGH!!
On top of this glorious day -- me=sick. Not just not feeling too hot, but full blown head cold I think I am going to die, no one wants to be around you sick. Can't wait to sit down in the quiet computer lab coughing, sniffling, blowing, snot and germs everywhere for HOURS! Everyone is going to love me and I will be counting down the minutes until I can go back to bed with my electric blankie -- 7hours, 22 minutes, 13 seconds --- and counting....
This week I was also informed that my horse and I, the one I have done everything with finished out our Amateur Championship in 2 years with extremely limited showing!! But is now not feeling quite so hot in the front end and is on permanent vacation for the rest of the fall/winter -- no riding! Basically -- a death sentence for my stress relief! I can't ride = crabby me! She can't be ridden = horse on sugar high 24 hours a day. On top that the only cool thing was discovering that she has scoliosis which is incredibly rare in horses, so I am excited. It will never cause her any problems, just a way cool thing that sets my horse out from others.
And then there is my boss -- that some days you love him some days you just wanna tape his mouth shut kinda boss. The other day he told me I had "no idea what I was talking about..." Really, that last thing you ever tell me is that I have no clue because really, I think long and hard before I open my mouth to come to you with an issue and you give me that? I am pretty sure there is a lack of stepping up to the plate and admitting that there is a problem with the system that he does not want to inferfere with because it allows for him to be "friendly." Cut the crap already! So not only did that make me mad, but eveyting else he towered up on me this pask week has just escalated to yesterday whan I bit his head off...oops, but you deserved it kind of attitude. I am pretty sure I will not get my word in ever about what is really going on here, so I will continue to smille and nod and deal for 6 more weeks until I can graduate. Good bye job paying a crappy wage for babysitting all the other employees - adios!
However am I supposed to deal with the stress now?
Well, it comes down to this. I need to do something active and my pony still needs exercise .....
My pony will be my new dog! Yesterday we went for a mile jog around the property. Her in a halter and lead and me in my reeboks. It was beautiful. She was stretched and happy, I was huffing and de-stressed, life was beautiful. This is exactly how the next six weeks will be. Her and I running -- I used to have a rottweiler I would take running every morning when I was little. Actually it was more like he would pull me along the path, but still it is exercise. Maybe now I can actually make my deadline of 20 pounds lost by Christmas. Out for a jog anyone??? Can you picture it, my pony and I out for a jog with the sun setting ... I can!
I get to graduate -- yay, but not before I have to pass written AND oral examinations! These are going to be the epitomy of my existence. 10 hours stuck in a computer lab typing out everything that I should have compreended in the past two years -- please just shoot me! Today is day one -- Statistics and Research Methods....math, research, typing --- HOURS~ UGH!!
On top of this glorious day -- me=sick. Not just not feeling too hot, but full blown head cold I think I am going to die, no one wants to be around you sick. Can't wait to sit down in the quiet computer lab coughing, sniffling, blowing, snot and germs everywhere for HOURS! Everyone is going to love me and I will be counting down the minutes until I can go back to bed with my electric blankie -- 7hours, 22 minutes, 13 seconds --- and counting....
This week I was also informed that my horse and I, the one I have done everything with finished out our Amateur Championship in 2 years with extremely limited showing!! But is now not feeling quite so hot in the front end and is on permanent vacation for the rest of the fall/winter -- no riding! Basically -- a death sentence for my stress relief! I can't ride = crabby me! She can't be ridden = horse on sugar high 24 hours a day. On top that the only cool thing was discovering that she has scoliosis which is incredibly rare in horses, so I am excited. It will never cause her any problems, just a way cool thing that sets my horse out from others.
And then there is my boss -- that some days you love him some days you just wanna tape his mouth shut kinda boss. The other day he told me I had "no idea what I was talking about..." Really, that last thing you ever tell me is that I have no clue because really, I think long and hard before I open my mouth to come to you with an issue and you give me that? I am pretty sure there is a lack of stepping up to the plate and admitting that there is a problem with the system that he does not want to inferfere with because it allows for him to be "friendly." Cut the crap already! So not only did that make me mad, but eveyting else he towered up on me this pask week has just escalated to yesterday whan I bit his head off...oops, but you deserved it kind of attitude. I am pretty sure I will not get my word in ever about what is really going on here, so I will continue to smille and nod and deal for 6 more weeks until I can graduate. Good bye job paying a crappy wage for babysitting all the other employees - adios!
However am I supposed to deal with the stress now?
Well, it comes down to this. I need to do something active and my pony still needs exercise .....
My pony will be my new dog! Yesterday we went for a mile jog around the property. Her in a halter and lead and me in my reeboks. It was beautiful. She was stretched and happy, I was huffing and de-stressed, life was beautiful. This is exactly how the next six weeks will be. Her and I running -- I used to have a rottweiler I would take running every morning when I was little. Actually it was more like he would pull me along the path, but still it is exercise. Maybe now I can actually make my deadline of 20 pounds lost by Christmas. Out for a jog anyone??? Can you picture it, my pony and I out for a jog with the sun setting ... I can!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Random Phone Call.....
Me: Hello?
Them: Hey Douchebag, what's up?
Me: (Click).
Who calls you in the evening and says something like that unless it is like your BFF. Really?
Them: Hey Douchebag, what's up?
Me: (Click).
Who calls you in the evening and says something like that unless it is like your BFF. Really?
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Dear Almighty....
Dear Almighty,
Could I perhaps for one week out of every month at that time of the month be a man, please? I realize this is an awful thing to ask knowing you gave me this beautiful brain and body and skill set, but really is all this hormonal crap I must endure really worth it?
Love always,
T
10 Ways To Know If You Have PMS ...
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your cell phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says, "How's my driving call 1-800 ..."
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. You're convinced there's a God and he's male
8. You're counting down the days until menopause.
9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.
Author Unknown
Could I perhaps for one week out of every month at that time of the month be a man, please? I realize this is an awful thing to ask knowing you gave me this beautiful brain and body and skill set, but really is all this hormonal crap I must endure really worth it?
Love always,
T
10 Ways To Know If You Have PMS ...
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your cell phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says, "How's my driving call 1-800 ..."
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. You're convinced there's a God and he's male
8. You're counting down the days until menopause.
9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.
Author Unknown
Monday, October 1, 2007
An Alarm Clock War
When I was young, which was not that long ago as far as I'm concerned, I remember my little brother had this problem awakening himself in the morning, and me being the bright chipper morning person that I am would always make sure he was up on time, it was my "job."
However, he had his own battle with the alarm clock. Every morning I was up at 6:30am -- me the morning person! College has since adjusted that procol just slightly, but at 7am my brothers alarm would go off and CONTINUE to ring and ding, he couldn't even manage to hit the snooze button! It would make me angry to listen to that damn alarm clock for an hour before he really had to get up so I had to develop a new routine to subside my anger.
Enter, dancing in my underwear stage of my life....
To combat the sound of his alarm in the morining I developed a new routine to mask that ring ding of his awful alarm with an invisible snooze button. Remember I live in the country surrounded by trees, pond, wetlands, and wildlife...therefore making all of this a little less scandalous (and both parents were off to work already). Every morning I would get up and in my large t-shirt and my little girl undies, slide on my dads tennis shoes from the mud room and trapse outside with the dogs to let the horses outside and do chores. Upon coming inside accompanied be canines with empty bladders I would turn on the radio in the kitchen and blare the tunes of whatever was hip in pop culture that morning and prepare a hot meal for the dogs. While they ate I would finish up the dishes in the sink and head up to shower and change for school. The routine woudl continue when I cam eback downstairs to prepare breakfast and such before I got to head upstairs and yell at little bro to turn off the damn alarm clock, his snooze time was OVER!! At home I had an escape from the ring ding of his damn alarm clock and today was deja vu --- but more like stuck in a prison cell deja vu.
The roommate for some unknown reason set her alarm clock to 6AM this morning. SHE NEVER GETS UP BEFORE ME -- NEVER!! Today however, at 6AM the ring ding came, the snooze, then ring ding, snooze, ring-ding, snooze, ring ding, snooze .... and I trapped in my little 6x6 room am STUCK!! No radio, no dancing in my underwear, where the hell would I trapse to..... AHHHH!! Every time that ring-ding set in I would sit up in bed wide awake and look my alarm clock to hit the OFF button because I SNOOZE is the worst invention ever!! Today I really thought murder may have been possible....
Oh, wait ... it gets even better! So when my alarm clock did finally go off and I had been wide awake for an hour and a half longer that usual I get right up and out of bed getting ready for a shower a wash away all of my frustration when the roomie finally opens her eyes and requests I wait for my shower for a minute so she can pee... HELLO, the alarm has been going on and off for the last hour?? Oh was I mad!! Her defense -- "well I reset the alarm clock it hasn't gone off for at least a half and hour...." Um, what about the previous 60 minutes? Can you all feel my amusement here? Damn, I am way to amazing of a roommate -- really!
Who in god's name sets and alarm clock and then doesn't get up!! OOOHH! New pet peeve revealed!! And in my brothers case who sets and alarm and sleeps right through it unable to even have the courtesy to hit the snooze button? Boys, wierd!!
However, he had his own battle with the alarm clock. Every morning I was up at 6:30am -- me the morning person! College has since adjusted that procol just slightly, but at 7am my brothers alarm would go off and CONTINUE to ring and ding, he couldn't even manage to hit the snooze button! It would make me angry to listen to that damn alarm clock for an hour before he really had to get up so I had to develop a new routine to subside my anger.
Enter, dancing in my underwear stage of my life....
To combat the sound of his alarm in the morining I developed a new routine to mask that ring ding of his awful alarm with an invisible snooze button. Remember I live in the country surrounded by trees, pond, wetlands, and wildlife...therefore making all of this a little less scandalous (and both parents were off to work already). Every morning I would get up and in my large t-shirt and my little girl undies, slide on my dads tennis shoes from the mud room and trapse outside with the dogs to let the horses outside and do chores. Upon coming inside accompanied be canines with empty bladders I would turn on the radio in the kitchen and blare the tunes of whatever was hip in pop culture that morning and prepare a hot meal for the dogs. While they ate I would finish up the dishes in the sink and head up to shower and change for school. The routine woudl continue when I cam eback downstairs to prepare breakfast and such before I got to head upstairs and yell at little bro to turn off the damn alarm clock, his snooze time was OVER!! At home I had an escape from the ring ding of his damn alarm clock and today was deja vu --- but more like stuck in a prison cell deja vu.
The roommate for some unknown reason set her alarm clock to 6AM this morning. SHE NEVER GETS UP BEFORE ME -- NEVER!! Today however, at 6AM the ring ding came, the snooze, then ring ding, snooze, ring-ding, snooze, ring ding, snooze .... and I trapped in my little 6x6 room am STUCK!! No radio, no dancing in my underwear, where the hell would I trapse to..... AHHHH!! Every time that ring-ding set in I would sit up in bed wide awake and look my alarm clock to hit the OFF button because I SNOOZE is the worst invention ever!! Today I really thought murder may have been possible....
Oh, wait ... it gets even better! So when my alarm clock did finally go off and I had been wide awake for an hour and a half longer that usual I get right up and out of bed getting ready for a shower a wash away all of my frustration when the roomie finally opens her eyes and requests I wait for my shower for a minute so she can pee... HELLO, the alarm has been going on and off for the last hour?? Oh was I mad!! Her defense -- "well I reset the alarm clock it hasn't gone off for at least a half and hour...." Um, what about the previous 60 minutes? Can you all feel my amusement here? Damn, I am way to amazing of a roommate -- really!
Who in god's name sets and alarm clock and then doesn't get up!! OOOHH! New pet peeve revealed!! And in my brothers case who sets and alarm and sleeps right through it unable to even have the courtesy to hit the snooze button? Boys, wierd!!
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