What is wrong with waking up in the morning, simply getting into the shower and turning on the water and gradually waking up for the day? What is so wrong with expecting that no living creature would *want* to be in your shower considering you *just* cleaned it with enough chemicals a few days before that would kill even you? What is so friggin’ wrong with a spider realizing he/she should NOT be in YOUR shower and either scampering far, far away or making its death quick so you can go ahead with your shower in an uneventful manner?
I guess that really too much of me to ask – or at least, this morning it was – so needless to say, my day was not off to a good start =/ My morning consisted of this:
• Open shower and lean inside to turn on the shower and find out that a spider is slowly swinging its way down on its web towards myself. I refuse to believe spider is trying to be my friend, and hurriedly turn on shower head.
• Spider starts getting wet. However, this is a James Bond sorta spider who defeats the extreme force of water being sprayed at it with one quick movement up. Spider is on the back shower wall in a matter of seconds, inching his last few remaining steps up out of harms way.
• I exclaim WTF?! and do my best to direct the water from the shower head towards the spider on the wall. Spider put on his James Bond wet suit with built in turbo pack and, despite a brief second of inching down the wall from the water, again friggin defeats the force of water and inches his way up the wall.
• I exclaim WTF again and take one of my shampoo bottles to swipe at it. Spider puts on invisible force shield and simply slides down the wall behind the other bottles of stuff found in my shower, which infuriates me further. And yes, I do say a few more choice cuss words…
• I am determined to make this spider go away, even though the thought of it even remotely touching me makes me want to run screaming/crying out of the bathroom. One by one, I start grabbing the bottles of products lining my shelf on the wall the spider is on. As the fourth bottle is removed, I finally see the spider and take the 4th bottle and wildly swing it at the spider, sending it to a corner of the shower’s floor.
• Spider realizes its invisible force shield is not working and puts on its wet suit again, but the water diffuses the turbo feature and he start to slowly inch towards the shower drain from the force of the water. However, not willing to give up that easily, spider manages to push himself slowly away from the drain (cuz, yeah, like all F’N spiders have a F’N gym somewhere they work out to build up their 8 leg muscles to escape perilous water deaths).
• Proving he is not just ANY spider, he manages to get right back to the corner he was in. Super furious at this point, I take the bottle and swing at the spider again. And miss… I swing again and knock said spider unconscious. Unable to contain myself with my newfound ability to seriously maim the spider, I hit him again with the bottle and he appears to give up.
• Not trusting this spider, I manage to spray enuf water to get him moving towards the drain. As I watched him get closer, I *swear* I saw a leg move. Despite him finally moving down the drain, I spent the rest of my time in the shower convinced he would slowly swing one of his powerful legs over the drain and inch himself out of there to attack me.
So yeah, my morning did not go well – how about you all? lol
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Preparation H
Sometimes you pay the price of being too vain. Sometimes you really should just accept the fact that you may have a few freckles, some wrinkles where they didn't used to be and dark, poofy circles under your eyes. You should just simply celebrate the fact that your face marks where you have been, the things you have been through and indicates that you are confident enough to go around everyday life with them like they were the most ordinary, normal things to have.
However, that is not me. That will never be me - and I will always try to find way to 'improve' myself. BUT, sometimes in doing so, I end up doing REALLY stupid stuff.
I am a fan of Sandra Bullock, but I am not sure I will blindly follow in her footsteps next time when she mentions a beauty tip of hers. Perhaps I might do a little more research. Perhaps I might just sit and think about it for a bit, and realize that maybe, just MAYBE it isn't something I should go out and do.
Case in point: Putting Preparation H under my eyes to alleviate any 'poofy', dark under eye circles. I have been slathering that stuff on like it was baby lotion , ignoring the fact that it makes my eyes water, that it burns if it gets near my eyes or that I seem to break out with pimples like a teenage girl exactly in the area I slathered it on the night before.
And then the day came that my husband and I were enjoying a pleasant morning at Barnes & Noble reading magazines and eating breakfast, where I realized the stupidity of my actions by reading one little snippet of information.
" Preparation H Ointment depuffs eyes: True or False:
True.... but not the one sold in this country. 'Only the Canadian version has BioDyne, the ingredient that reduces puffiness. It was removed from the U.S. formula years ago.' says Dr. Woolery-Lloyd. So don't put it anywhere except your you-know-what!"
Need I say more? *sigh*
However, that is not me. That will never be me - and I will always try to find way to 'improve' myself. BUT, sometimes in doing so, I end up doing REALLY stupid stuff.
I am a fan of Sandra Bullock, but I am not sure I will blindly follow in her footsteps next time when she mentions a beauty tip of hers. Perhaps I might do a little more research. Perhaps I might just sit and think about it for a bit, and realize that maybe, just MAYBE it isn't something I should go out and do.
Case in point: Putting Preparation H under my eyes to alleviate any 'poofy', dark under eye circles. I have been slathering that stuff on like it was baby lotion , ignoring the fact that it makes my eyes water, that it burns if it gets near my eyes or that I seem to break out with pimples like a teenage girl exactly in the area I slathered it on the night before.
And then the day came that my husband and I were enjoying a pleasant morning at Barnes & Noble reading magazines and eating breakfast, where I realized the stupidity of my actions by reading one little snippet of information.
" Preparation H Ointment depuffs eyes: True or False:
True.... but not the one sold in this country. 'Only the Canadian version has BioDyne, the ingredient that reduces puffiness. It was removed from the U.S. formula years ago.' says Dr. Woolery-Lloyd. So don't put it anywhere except your you-know-what!"
Need I say more? *sigh*
Saturday, August 7, 2010
#14
Well y'all, we made it to our first stop of our Sturgis Harley Rally trip. Wasn't sure I was gonna - wouldve been easy to just poke me and have me fall off the bike lol But anywhooo - there seemed to be a theme of the #14, such as:
14 - Items on my body: 2 socks, 2 shoes, a tattoo (old one, not one gotten for this occasion lol), jeans, undies, tank top, bra, sunglasses, 2 rings, helmet and ponytail holder =)
14 - Times I looked at my hands during the ride thinking they didn't look 'quite right'
14 - Times I pouted when I found out that our stop was not in Sioux City, but Sioux Falls.
14 - Trucks/Vans pulling trailers with their bikes loaded inside *SIGH*
14 - Life sized dolls at a gas station/truck stop's glass case staring at me as I was sitting on the bench across from them while husband went to use the restroom.
14 - Times I reminded myself why I married my husband (nahh, not really - sounded good tho right? lol)
All in all, its been a decent trip so far - couldve done without the sunburn I have, and the sign advertising for a Mexican place called Senor Weiner, and the construction, and well.....
Someone needs to invent time travel damnit lol
14 - Items on my body: 2 socks, 2 shoes, a tattoo (old one, not one gotten for this occasion lol), jeans, undies, tank top, bra, sunglasses, 2 rings, helmet and ponytail holder =)
14 - Times I looked at my hands during the ride thinking they didn't look 'quite right'
14 - Times I pouted when I found out that our stop was not in Sioux City, but Sioux Falls.
14 - Trucks/Vans pulling trailers with their bikes loaded inside *SIGH*
14 - Life sized dolls at a gas station/truck stop's glass case staring at me as I was sitting on the bench across from them while husband went to use the restroom.
14 - Times I reminded myself why I married my husband (nahh, not really - sounded good tho right? lol)
All in all, its been a decent trip so far - couldve done without the sunburn I have, and the sign advertising for a Mexican place called Senor Weiner, and the construction, and well.....
Someone needs to invent time travel damnit lol
Friday, July 23, 2010
A Plan
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, a husband and wife arrive home. The wife decides to get her husband's attention by remaining in the vehicle – since they had previously disagreed on a particular subject matter. Despite her husband staring intently through the window at her, and her husband's audible sigh and obvious roll of the eyes, she stays in the vehicle determined to get her husband's attention. However, husband decides that the need to use the bathroom facilities indoors outweighs figuring out what is going on with his wife - and he heads indoors.
Wife thinks that she will stay put. She has a point to make with her husband and will not be deterred in doing so. However, she soon realizes how foolish this is when 5 minutes go by and she is still sitting in the vehicle with its windows rolled up and the sun blazing hot outside - making the temperature at least in the upper 90s.
Wife begins to rethink her strategy. She wants to do something that will impact her husband and make her happy at the same time. As the sun continues to heat up the inside of the vehicle, her sun-baked brain suddenly decides that she must scare her husband.
With that decided, she exits the vehicle and walks towards the garage door that leads into the house. She thinks to herself that it will be any time now that he will exit said door and come to find her. She will then scare him by being right by the door by screaming as loud as she could. She sits and waits, amazed at what a genius plan she has concocted.
Minutes tick by and her husband does not exit the door. In fact, she does not hear much at all coming from inside the house as she presses her ear to the door. Not to mention, she soon finds out that standing in the garage in the heat is not much better than sitting in an enclosed vehicle. Yet, she is still determined to bring her plan to fruition, so she carefully begins to creep around the side of the house and opens the fence door and proceeds to shut it as quietly as possible. It CLANKS shut and she freezes. She waits, and then creeps to the back sliding door/deck area in order to sneak inside the house undetected.
She slowly places her foot on the first deck steps and the two dogs inside start barking wildly. She races up to the sliding door and glares at the dogs, with her finger to her lips and a slight ‘shhh’ coming out her mouth. Whether the dogs realize she is pissed, whether they thought it was a game, or whether they were faintly amused, the wife could not tell. All she knew is that she was relieved that they immediately hushed…
She opens the door and is inside the kitchen with the dogs, who began pummeling her with excited greetings. She pats them on their heads and soon figures out her husband is in the upstairs bathroom. Therefore, she creeps slowly upstairs, stopping every so often when the stairs make a ‘popping’ noise. She stealthily tiptoes down the hall to the bathroom door and decides that waiting outside the bathroom has been done before, and so she will go hide in her office while she waits to scare her husband.
Almost as soon as she gets there, she hears the toilet flush and realizes she will be seen if she does not find somewhere to hide. In the instant that her husband steps out of the bathroom, she steps into her closet and stands on her sewing machine chair with the doors still slightly ajar to block any immediate sighting of her if her husband decided to peek into her office looking for her.
“Lisssaaaa…….”
“LISAAAA…”
The wife tries to contain a giggle as she still stands in her closet. She hears a door close, and footsteps and she decides the coast is clear to sneak back down the hallway to their bedroom and hide there instead to scare him. She starts down the hallway…..
The floor makes its ‘popping’ noise again and she stops. And waits….
She starts again, and she soon hears another popping sound. She realizes it’s her knees that are now popping and starts getting grumpy at herself for being so loud. However, not to be deterred, she moves again. Two more steps, and her stomach gurgles loudly.
Wife sighs and wonders to herself if she should just give up, but decides against it and presses on. Two more steps, and…
SOMEONE utters her name! The terrified wife lets out a scream that could be heard several blocks away in their peaceful suburban neighborhood.
She then sees her husband in the bedroom. On the bed.
Laughing.
The End.
Wife thinks that she will stay put. She has a point to make with her husband and will not be deterred in doing so. However, she soon realizes how foolish this is when 5 minutes go by and she is still sitting in the vehicle with its windows rolled up and the sun blazing hot outside - making the temperature at least in the upper 90s.
Wife begins to rethink her strategy. She wants to do something that will impact her husband and make her happy at the same time. As the sun continues to heat up the inside of the vehicle, her sun-baked brain suddenly decides that she must scare her husband.
With that decided, she exits the vehicle and walks towards the garage door that leads into the house. She thinks to herself that it will be any time now that he will exit said door and come to find her. She will then scare him by being right by the door by screaming as loud as she could. She sits and waits, amazed at what a genius plan she has concocted.
Minutes tick by and her husband does not exit the door. In fact, she does not hear much at all coming from inside the house as she presses her ear to the door. Not to mention, she soon finds out that standing in the garage in the heat is not much better than sitting in an enclosed vehicle. Yet, she is still determined to bring her plan to fruition, so she carefully begins to creep around the side of the house and opens the fence door and proceeds to shut it as quietly as possible. It CLANKS shut and she freezes. She waits, and then creeps to the back sliding door/deck area in order to sneak inside the house undetected.
She slowly places her foot on the first deck steps and the two dogs inside start barking wildly. She races up to the sliding door and glares at the dogs, with her finger to her lips and a slight ‘shhh’ coming out her mouth. Whether the dogs realize she is pissed, whether they thought it was a game, or whether they were faintly amused, the wife could not tell. All she knew is that she was relieved that they immediately hushed…
She opens the door and is inside the kitchen with the dogs, who began pummeling her with excited greetings. She pats them on their heads and soon figures out her husband is in the upstairs bathroom. Therefore, she creeps slowly upstairs, stopping every so often when the stairs make a ‘popping’ noise. She stealthily tiptoes down the hall to the bathroom door and decides that waiting outside the bathroom has been done before, and so she will go hide in her office while she waits to scare her husband.
Almost as soon as she gets there, she hears the toilet flush and realizes she will be seen if she does not find somewhere to hide. In the instant that her husband steps out of the bathroom, she steps into her closet and stands on her sewing machine chair with the doors still slightly ajar to block any immediate sighting of her if her husband decided to peek into her office looking for her.
“Lisssaaaa…….”
“LISAAAA…”
The wife tries to contain a giggle as she still stands in her closet. She hears a door close, and footsteps and she decides the coast is clear to sneak back down the hallway to their bedroom and hide there instead to scare him. She starts down the hallway…..
The floor makes its ‘popping’ noise again and she stops. And waits….
She starts again, and she soon hears another popping sound. She realizes it’s her knees that are now popping and starts getting grumpy at herself for being so loud. However, not to be deterred, she moves again. Two more steps, and her stomach gurgles loudly.
Wife sighs and wonders to herself if she should just give up, but decides against it and presses on. Two more steps, and…
SOMEONE utters her name! The terrified wife lets out a scream that could be heard several blocks away in their peaceful suburban neighborhood.
She then sees her husband in the bedroom. On the bed.
Laughing.
The End.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
A Friend
Sometimes you make friends in the most unlikely situations......
The other night I was laying in bed, surfing the web with my laptop when I heard a 'buzz-ing' sound. This sound was awfully like a June Bug sound, and sure enuf, it *was* a June Bug. It was flying around our master bathroom, and had most likely found its way all the way upstairs by our young pup who has found June Bugs to be a delicacy. The only problem is that not all June Bugs find their way into Miss Sadie's stomach =) So occasionally, they will be flying around downstairs....
This was the first time that we had one upstairs, and needless to say, I am really afraid of June Bugs. They are just..... well, they just freak me out, ok? lol
Anyway! I wasn't ready and/or capable of taking care of capturing this June Bug, and my husband had decided to call it a night already and was snoring away. Altho, I did wake him up when I toppled out of bed and quickly shut the bathroom door to trap the June Bug IN the bathroom. I was not ready to deal with waking up with a June Bug sitting on the pillow next to me the next AM, wishing me a 'good morning' thank you very much! BUT not even 10 minutes afterwords, the June Bug was flying around the bedroom.
*SIGH*
So what do I do? Not a d*mn thing lol Sometimes being tired is a wonderful thing, it makes things like dealing with June Bugs not quite that important =)
I wake up the next morning and start getting ready for work. I shower - cuz I am considerate like that and don't wanna gross out my work peeps lol - look up towards the showerhead and see a JUNE BUG.
WTF? This June Bug has an unnatural obsession with me I swear. It just sat there and watched me. And no, I am not paranoid. It did just sit there. AND WATCH ME. I feel violated.
But ok....whatever.... I don't have time to deal with you June Bug, I am gonna go to work. So off I go, work thru my lunch hour to head to a DR appt and get home. Later, I start working on a college class assignment in my office upstairs and all of the sudden something (ie June Bug) buzzes by my friggin' head *uggh* It lands on the side of my desk and sits there....
And watches me...
Ya know, its nice and all that this June Bug is so obsessed with me, that it finds me its 'friend', but I have no room in my life for friends like that lol Or maybe I am just 'full of myself' and it just knew I was its only way out of the house with the dachshund who finds it to be quite tastey. Regardless, I started to try to overcome my fear and scoop him up on a piece of paper. I then walk all the way downstairs, open the front door, shake the paper and shut the door quick.
So right now I might have a June Bug out there who is indebted to me forever, or I shook the paper too hard and it fell to the ground, got a concussion and died.
I prefer to think I made a friend who is indebted to me forever myself lol
The other night I was laying in bed, surfing the web with my laptop when I heard a 'buzz-ing' sound. This sound was awfully like a June Bug sound, and sure enuf, it *was* a June Bug. It was flying around our master bathroom, and had most likely found its way all the way upstairs by our young pup who has found June Bugs to be a delicacy. The only problem is that not all June Bugs find their way into Miss Sadie's stomach =) So occasionally, they will be flying around downstairs....
This was the first time that we had one upstairs, and needless to say, I am really afraid of June Bugs. They are just..... well, they just freak me out, ok? lol
Anyway! I wasn't ready and/or capable of taking care of capturing this June Bug, and my husband had decided to call it a night already and was snoring away. Altho, I did wake him up when I toppled out of bed and quickly shut the bathroom door to trap the June Bug IN the bathroom. I was not ready to deal with waking up with a June Bug sitting on the pillow next to me the next AM, wishing me a 'good morning' thank you very much! BUT not even 10 minutes afterwords, the June Bug was flying around the bedroom.
*SIGH*
So what do I do? Not a d*mn thing lol Sometimes being tired is a wonderful thing, it makes things like dealing with June Bugs not quite that important =)
I wake up the next morning and start getting ready for work. I shower - cuz I am considerate like that and don't wanna gross out my work peeps lol - look up towards the showerhead and see a JUNE BUG.
WTF? This June Bug has an unnatural obsession with me I swear. It just sat there and watched me. And no, I am not paranoid. It did just sit there. AND WATCH ME. I feel violated.
But ok....whatever.... I don't have time to deal with you June Bug, I am gonna go to work. So off I go, work thru my lunch hour to head to a DR appt and get home. Later, I start working on a college class assignment in my office upstairs and all of the sudden something (ie June Bug) buzzes by my friggin' head *uggh* It lands on the side of my desk and sits there....
And watches me...
Ya know, its nice and all that this June Bug is so obsessed with me, that it finds me its 'friend', but I have no room in my life for friends like that lol Or maybe I am just 'full of myself' and it just knew I was its only way out of the house with the dachshund who finds it to be quite tastey. Regardless, I started to try to overcome my fear and scoop him up on a piece of paper. I then walk all the way downstairs, open the front door, shake the paper and shut the door quick.
So right now I might have a June Bug out there who is indebted to me forever, or I shook the paper too hard and it fell to the ground, got a concussion and died.
I prefer to think I made a friend who is indebted to me forever myself lol
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
An Angry Post
Ya know, its amazing that when I woke up this AM, I didn't roll over and fall out of bed, break my arm and be taken to the hospital. Not to say that I have bene uncoordinated today...
No, wait.... yes, I have been. But Ialso think its just a matter of being *my* unlucky day. Its one of those days when I can just sit in my chair at my desk at work - not move, not do anything - but breathe. And that would miraculously cause something to happen around me or TO me.
And you know when you tell someone about your day and they don't quite believe you? Or maybe you are partly telling them the truth, but exaggerating the rest?
Yeah, that's me. My day *can* (and often will be) something you won't believe, something that only happens in the movies. Or people with incredible crappy luck. Like F'N me.
I filed away a bunch of files this AM and managed to get halfway thru when I hit my my knuckle on one of my fingers HARD. I remind myself I am at work and not to cuss. I remind myself that this particular finger was all messed up anyway. I then look down and see I have a cut thats bleeding on it, but neveryoumind - thats what bandaids are for right? I managed to get one put on and finish filing, go back to my desk to grab one of the many files *still* left there and cut my SAME finger on one of the files.
I was unable to remind myself I was at work before I cussed by the way...
I put another bandaid on, which being on the tip of my finger this time, made it a bit awkward to type, but thought I should leave it on awhile. I manage to get thru an hour before I cut my pinky finger on another F'N file.
Yes, I know its just a paper/cardboard cut. But seriously? 3 cuts all on one hand in one friggin morning? Why the f*ck does this always happen to me?
BUT.... its almost lunch time..... I will go to lunch, get something in my stomach, visit with my husband and everything will fix itself. I expect sympathy from my husband when I relate my story and show him my hand, but he laughs. And he laughs even harder when I start eating my honey mustard chicken snack wrap from McDonalds and the honey mustard drops onto my shirt. Will I let that deter me from trying to get in a better frame of mind? Heck no....
You admire the determination I have? The persistence? The ability I have to still try to be optimistic don't you? Yeah, well.... things still managed to be f*cked up, as not even a minute later I drop honey mustard on my shirt AGAIN and have yet to be able to get it off. It looks like F'N puke. Cuz apparantly honey mustard has particles in it that love to cling to my shirt. And nevermind the fact that its F'N yellow... ishh....
Yeah, lunch hour needed to be over. This day needs to be over. But as I was picking up my purse and getting ready to get out of the passenger seat of my husband's car, my work badge grabs to the seat and as my husband says 'WAIT', I manage to yank and tear off the clip from the badge. Its in two pieces now. Its in 2 F'N PIECES....
*sigh*
No, wait.... yes, I have been. But Ialso think its just a matter of being *my* unlucky day. Its one of those days when I can just sit in my chair at my desk at work - not move, not do anything - but breathe. And that would miraculously cause something to happen around me or TO me.
And you know when you tell someone about your day and they don't quite believe you? Or maybe you are partly telling them the truth, but exaggerating the rest?
Yeah, that's me. My day *can* (and often will be) something you won't believe, something that only happens in the movies. Or people with incredible crappy luck. Like F'N me.
I filed away a bunch of files this AM and managed to get halfway thru when I hit my my knuckle on one of my fingers HARD. I remind myself I am at work and not to cuss. I remind myself that this particular finger was all messed up anyway. I then look down and see I have a cut thats bleeding on it, but neveryoumind - thats what bandaids are for right? I managed to get one put on and finish filing, go back to my desk to grab one of the many files *still* left there and cut my SAME finger on one of the files.
I was unable to remind myself I was at work before I cussed by the way...
I put another bandaid on, which being on the tip of my finger this time, made it a bit awkward to type, but thought I should leave it on awhile. I manage to get thru an hour before I cut my pinky finger on another F'N file.
Yes, I know its just a paper/cardboard cut. But seriously? 3 cuts all on one hand in one friggin morning? Why the f*ck does this always happen to me?
BUT.... its almost lunch time..... I will go to lunch, get something in my stomach, visit with my husband and everything will fix itself. I expect sympathy from my husband when I relate my story and show him my hand, but he laughs. And he laughs even harder when I start eating my honey mustard chicken snack wrap from McDonalds and the honey mustard drops onto my shirt. Will I let that deter me from trying to get in a better frame of mind? Heck no....
You admire the determination I have? The persistence? The ability I have to still try to be optimistic don't you? Yeah, well.... things still managed to be f*cked up, as not even a minute later I drop honey mustard on my shirt AGAIN and have yet to be able to get it off. It looks like F'N puke. Cuz apparantly honey mustard has particles in it that love to cling to my shirt. And nevermind the fact that its F'N yellow... ishh....
Yeah, lunch hour needed to be over. This day needs to be over. But as I was picking up my purse and getting ready to get out of the passenger seat of my husband's car, my work badge grabs to the seat and as my husband says 'WAIT', I manage to yank and tear off the clip from the badge. Its in two pieces now. Its in 2 F'N PIECES....
*sigh*
Friday, June 25, 2010
Stoopid is as Stoopid Does
It's been awhile since I have blogged huh? I will try remedy that from now on - tho, I do wish I could say this time away from bloggin has made me older and wiser, but apparantly its only made me older. Which I guess is good for all you readers out there (well, some of you anyway lol), but it certainly perplexes me why things have to be so darn hard for me....
Physically and emotionally, I have been somewhat of a mess lately. My husband felt sorry for me the other night when I complained of having a headache for a week straight and donated a painkiller of his to alleve my pain. In addition, after also whining about cold sores in my mouth, he gave me pills that help numb/help 'em mend a bit better.
Yep. My husband is where I go to for all my prescription needs. Needless to say, the poor guy is even more messed up than I am. But anyyway.... we will feel sorry for him another day, this blog post is dedicated to feeling for myself. SO there lol
So after a night of doping myself out with my husband's drugs, the next morning was a bit of a hassle. I woke up somewhat late, and put on the first reasonable outfit I could come up with and headed out the door. I was a bit frustrated with my pointey toed boots being scuffed up, but thought they were the only thing that looked decent with the pants I was wearing. And the pants? Well, after a trip to the restroom, I find out that one of the back pockets is tearing and you could basically see my err.... butt.
Yeah, I know. I can be super classey =)
ANYWAY! Needless to say, between having my pants ripping and my feet sore from the boots (not to mention I found out that we could wear jeans), I decided to go on an early lunch to Wal-Mart. I asked one of my coworkers where the closest Wal-Mart is at, and she told me about the one in Roeland Park that was only 5 minutes away. And other than questioning the GPS's knowledge of the roads, I arrived there in about 7 minutes ready to do one of the fastest shopping trips of my life.
Except most signs were in Spanish. Most of the store was arranged different. And there really was not much clothing to pick from. They did seem to really like Miley Cyrus at this Wal-Mart, and I have to say, I did find a cute shirt of hers that I *almost* bought. BUT, its a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt and I am almost 36 years old and I thought that me wearing it would just be plain odd.
AND it was a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt....
So needless to say, I found another shirt that was plaid and somewhat similar to Miley's, some new jeans, shoes and socks. I then clomped thru the store to pick out a microwave dinner for lunch, headed to checkout, paid and left.
Return trip and rest of the work day went by fairly uneventfully, and then I was headed out to a dentist appointment where I was sprayed at least 6 times with the water tube that 'swooshes out all that nasty gritty stuff' (dental assistant's words, not mine) of my mouth. I dried off and headed for home with my pearley whites...
And how do you know when your husband thinks your shirt is flattering on you? Well, its certainly not when he greets you with the theme song to the 'Beverly Hillbillies' - thats for sure! In addition, once I was standing in front of him, he unbuttons my last 3 buttons and tied it up just like whats her name on the show. Then, to make matters worse, he asks:
"Why didn't you just go to Target? There is one just 2 minutes away from where you work"
I spend a little while argueing with him on it, until he looks it up and it suddenly dawns on me that there IS a Target that is closer than the Wal-Mart was to work...
Needless to say, I had to tell my coworker I had a bone to pick with her the next day lol I swear she doesn't like me =)
Physically and emotionally, I have been somewhat of a mess lately. My husband felt sorry for me the other night when I complained of having a headache for a week straight and donated a painkiller of his to alleve my pain. In addition, after also whining about cold sores in my mouth, he gave me pills that help numb/help 'em mend a bit better.
Yep. My husband is where I go to for all my prescription needs. Needless to say, the poor guy is even more messed up than I am. But anyyway.... we will feel sorry for him another day, this blog post is dedicated to feeling for myself. SO there lol
So after a night of doping myself out with my husband's drugs, the next morning was a bit of a hassle. I woke up somewhat late, and put on the first reasonable outfit I could come up with and headed out the door. I was a bit frustrated with my pointey toed boots being scuffed up, but thought they were the only thing that looked decent with the pants I was wearing. And the pants? Well, after a trip to the restroom, I find out that one of the back pockets is tearing and you could basically see my err.... butt.
Yeah, I know. I can be super classey =)
ANYWAY! Needless to say, between having my pants ripping and my feet sore from the boots (not to mention I found out that we could wear jeans), I decided to go on an early lunch to Wal-Mart. I asked one of my coworkers where the closest Wal-Mart is at, and she told me about the one in Roeland Park that was only 5 minutes away. And other than questioning the GPS's knowledge of the roads, I arrived there in about 7 minutes ready to do one of the fastest shopping trips of my life.
Except most signs were in Spanish. Most of the store was arranged different. And there really was not much clothing to pick from. They did seem to really like Miley Cyrus at this Wal-Mart, and I have to say, I did find a cute shirt of hers that I *almost* bought. BUT, its a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt and I am almost 36 years old and I thought that me wearing it would just be plain odd.
AND it was a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt....
So needless to say, I found another shirt that was plaid and somewhat similar to Miley's, some new jeans, shoes and socks. I then clomped thru the store to pick out a microwave dinner for lunch, headed to checkout, paid and left.
Return trip and rest of the work day went by fairly uneventfully, and then I was headed out to a dentist appointment where I was sprayed at least 6 times with the water tube that 'swooshes out all that nasty gritty stuff' (dental assistant's words, not mine) of my mouth. I dried off and headed for home with my pearley whites...
And how do you know when your husband thinks your shirt is flattering on you? Well, its certainly not when he greets you with the theme song to the 'Beverly Hillbillies' - thats for sure! In addition, once I was standing in front of him, he unbuttons my last 3 buttons and tied it up just like whats her name on the show. Then, to make matters worse, he asks:
"Why didn't you just go to Target? There is one just 2 minutes away from where you work"
I spend a little while argueing with him on it, until he looks it up and it suddenly dawns on me that there IS a Target that is closer than the Wal-Mart was to work...
Needless to say, I had to tell my coworker I had a bone to pick with her the next day lol I swear she doesn't like me =)
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