This one time, at band camp...

4:14pm: Nothing I couldn't have told you myself

Uptown Girl/ Boy 72% Tastefulness, 27% Originality, 54% Deliberateness, 52% Sexiness

[Tasteful Conventional Deliberate Sexy] You like to have the best of what's fashionable. You pay attention to the way you are dressed, adapting the things you see on models so that they emphasize the qualities of your own body, which you are rather proud of. You don't care much about being extravagant, thinking that being trendy is a better way to feel good and to look good. Perhaps you happen to look down on those who choose their own taste over fashion creators' directions. In other words on the pathetic fashion victims who wear red when everyone else wears pink. But maybe you just pity them. You probably have an opinion of a well-dressed person and many copycat your choices, knowing that you are a fashion radar. They envy you your impeccable taste. The opposite style from yours is Hippy Kid [Flamboyant Original Random Prissy]. All the categories: Fashion Enemy Bar Cruiser Kid Next Door Sex Bomb Hippie Kid Fashion Rebel Fashion Artist Catwalk God(ess) Librarian Sporty Hottie Office Master Uptown Girl/ Boy Brainy Student Movie Star Fashionista Glamorous Soul

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 93% on Tastefulness You scored higher than 1% on Originality You scored higher than 53% on Deliberateness You scored higher than 60% on Sexiness

Link: The Fashion Style Test written by mari-e on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

1:24pm: My Party was a HIT!
My Home and Garden Party was a complete hit! WOOHOO!!! Do you know how much free stuff I get???? YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE! I have so many wonderful, loving friends and family. For a Tuesday night, I had a great turn out. I had 12 people show up! Over $700 in orders SO FAR!!!!!!!! I get 20% of that in FREE merchandise (and we all excellent FREE is). Plus I can order 7 groupings at half price. Like this set of dishes

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YAY!!! $50 for a set of 4!!!!! I'm so excited. And I haven't even closed my party yet because more people want to order. Plus I get put in a drawing to win $500 in CASH. If I get sales of over $1000, I get put in the drawing twice. WOOT!!!!



Ummm...why isn't "Stoked" an option for Mood???? I'm sooo stoked!

4:30pm: Two jobs
Alright, so I'm doing the two job thing and it's so not working and this is only the FIRST DAY! I can't get anything done and I feel totally overwhelmed so, instead of working, I'm writing here. I know, WTH? Who ever thought it possible to be able to do half-time here and half-time there? Insanity! Complete and utter insanity!

Ok, that's all I wanted to say...really.

1:14pm: Stupid drivers!
I'm telling you that the world would be a lot safer if they would just censor who gets to drive and who doesn't. FREAKING PEOPLE! I mean, it seems EVERY SINGLE DAY there is someone on the road that I happen to see do something stupid. If I see at least one every time I'm on the road, imagine how many stupid people there are out there.

An example:
You are turning left out of a driveway. It's a flat stretch of road so you can actually see quite a ways. You look left, two cars are coming. You look right, nothing. Look left again, still two cars so...
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HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo

Need I say more?

2:01pm: I'm such a copy cat

Your Birthdate: February 3

Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

12:42pm: Question of the Day
Ok, so it was brought up in a meeting this morning.
I guess people think I resemble Christine Taylor.

What do you think?

Christine:







Me:

2:48pm: Why?
Why do men and women see things so differently? I just don't get it. I don't get that they don't get it. Why is it so hard?????????

Is there any way to bridge the gap because it's so very annoying.


I'm so wanting to go on just a mini vacation even. Anything would do. Just get away. Think nothing, speak nothing, hear nothing. Is that even possible? Probably not.

And why isn't there anything that is really NORMAL? What ever happened to normal? Is there such thing as normal? Of course not. Everyone has family or relationships that are screwed up. Nothing is normal. Work is not normal, food is not normal, family members are not normal, people in general are not normal.

12:57pm: You did it...so I did it
I've always been a follower, never a leader.

Anyway, I don't think this describes me at all but this is what it said.

the Idiot Savant (42% dark, 53% spontaneous, 47% vulgar)

your humor style: VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT You like things silly, immediate, and, above all, outrageous. Ixne on the subtle word play, more testicles on fire, please. People like you are the most likely to RECEIVE internet forwards--and also the most likely to save them in a special folder entitled 'HOLY SHIT'. Because it's so easily appreciated, and often wacky and physical, your sense of humor never ceases to amuse your friends. Most realize that there's a sly intelligence and a knowing wink to your tastes. Your sense of humor could be called 'anti-pretentious'--but paradoxically enough, that indicates you're smarter than most. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Johnny Knoxville - Jimmy Kimmel The 3-Variable Funny Test! - it rules - If you're interested, try my latest: The Terrorism Test

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 22% on darkness You scored higher than 74% on spontaneity You scored higher than 70% on vulgarity

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating

11:56am: More shit happens
I haven't posted my "life story" here but I may as well. Maybe, just maybe, I'll feel better telling whoever is out there whatever is on my mind or the events of my never ending chaotic life.

He quit his job Tuesday.

First I said, "Shouldn't you be in bed?" It was almost 9:30 and usually he's in bed by 8 or so. He's like, "No, I told you they cut us back to 3 days. I don't have to work tomorrow." Of course, I started to freak out a little and was like, "3 days? How are we supposed to live on that? And NO you didn't tell me that." He tried to tell me that it was all good because it would give him time to get things done around the house and get "all the work done" to fill out this application and recreate his resume for this job that he's just "so perfect for." (A job, mind you, that the application deadline is Sept 1 so assuming he got an interview and assuming that he even gets the job, the first paycheck would come maybe the 1st or 2nd week in October. Again, assuming that he even got the job.) Obviously, I'm like, "Yeah, well all that doesn't pay the bills." So, then I tell him that we can't live on TWO days paycheck even with me working my butt off and IF I get this job that I applied for, we still wouldn't be able to hack it. I also told him that I know that he didn't work yesterday (Wednesday). Of course, he's like, "What makes you think that?" Like, don't try to hide it pal. I'm like, "Don't play this game with me. I'm tired of all these lies." So, he tells me that he quit Tuesday and he didn't tell me because Phil (a total fricking stranger who works at Michigan Works and apparently thinks he's capable of marriage counselling) told him not to tell me. Then he says that Phil told him not to call and tell me while I was at work. Ok, so that gave him ample time to tell me Tuesday night. But "things were going so well that he didn't want to ruin it." He says that he didn't tell me because he can't talk to me. (So, how many excuses are we at now?) So, apparently it's my fault. Oh, wait, MAYBE he should have discussed it with me FIRST. DUH!

So, big long saga. I just packed my stuff. Then he wanted to "leave me with something to think about" while I was "taking my time." So he goes on this big long saga about how he does everything with me in mind (ummm..yeah...ok) and, to be quite honest, I can't remember what else he said. All things I've heard before so I wasn't paying attention and I was annoyed because it was taking him forever to spit it out. I'm just like, come on already, say it or shut up.

Oh, part of it was that I really scared him last week with tell him that I wanted a divorce. I'm like, "If that scared you then why did you stand there and lie to me right then and there when I was already mad at you for lieing and told you to fess up to everything and then you turn around and lie to me some more that very day. And I'm just supposed to believe that you weren't doing anything wrong when you aren't working. You get up and leave the house at 4am and do whatever, deceiving me all the while because I'm thinking you're off to work. How am I supposed to believe that he's so innocent when he's lied about everything else. I mean, I do believe it until I have proof otherwise. I still wonder though. But I'm certainly not going to tell him that.

All this made me think about Cheyanna. I remember when she was really little and had done something wrong and then, when asked about it, she lied because she didn't want to get into trouble. Well, she was like 4. FOUR! NOT FORTY! There's a big fricking difference. Grow the hell up.

Anyway, so I just packed my stuff and left. I mean, I just can't deal with that. He said to me, this made me laugh later. Made me crazy at the time. He said, "Well, I have plenty of guns to sell. I haven't seen you sell anything." I'm like, "Because most people work to pay their bills. They don't sell their stuff." I mean, come on.

And then, the kicker of the day was that I got a flipping speeding ticket. He SAYS that I was doing 66. I think he pulled it out of his butt. Or maybe my speedometer is off which is something that I said to Bryan the other night because I'm constantly flying up on people. When I came over the hill and saw him, I checked my speed and it said 59. Can you imagine? 66 is pretty fast on the road, in my opinion. I'm not a big speeder. He wrote me for 5 over but it's still $100 and 2 points. GOD! Just what I needed. That was before I got to the house and all the other crap happened. I bawled all the way home. THEN, he had the audacity to say that he listened to me about my ticket. OMG. Ok, I don't, day after day, go on and on about the same thing over and over and over again. Not to him anyway (lol). I go on about it for a while and then drop it. Life goes on. How long have I been listening to him about these awards that he didn't get and is so deserving of? MONTHS and for a while it was every single day. I listened. I didn't say anything to him or indicate that I was bored, annoyed or anything by listenening to him go on and on and on and on and on and on.

So that is the gist of the saga.

1:27pm: STUPID stupid people!
OMG - ok don't fricking have a gosh darn heifer for crying out loud. I am just the friggin messenger! I mean, if you can't handle your flipping job, FIND ANOTHER ONE! I REALIZE that you aren't just going to DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING to do this. But guess what. YOU ARE BARKING UP THE WRONG DAMN TREE! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I hate it when people flip out on your and a) you are not the source of the issue, b) you are not the issue, c) you have no control over the issue, and d) you are just the frigging messenger trying to do your job, gather the info, make the pretty poster and send the shit out. I don't give a damn about anything else. If you have a problem, bark at the appropriate person. I am not the damn go to lady to dump on. That's the third time today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

AND is IT ever around to answer the dang phone when you actually have a problem????? NO!

OH, and if I'm answering my boss' phone, that means SHE'S NOT HERE! DUH!

11:59am: Uggg...it's Monday. No...wait....Tuesday! WHATEVER
Man, I really don't feel like working today. SHHHHHHHHHhhhh...don't tell my boss! Work work work. Why the hell do people have to work so freaking much. What is the joy in that? I mean, there are those few who really enjoy what they do BUT I ask you this...how many of us would actually do what we are doing if we didn't have to? NOT MANY! Except maybe some of you computer guru people. Even still, you'd rather be playing games or something than designing this program or that program for so-and-so whose got a real stick up his ass today. KWIM?

Anyhoot, I've been starving since like 10:30 this morning. WHAT, may I ask, is up with that? I even ate breakfast today. Everybody loves Kix! Yippee!

Oh, and by the way, my 4th SUCKED! I didn't even get to see any fireworks except the ones that my whacko neighbors were letting off at 10 o'clock last night that scared the stupid dog half to death. I can't remember the last holiday I really enjoyed. What gives? Sampson...shush! I know what you will say already. Besides, you are the only one who reads this so it makes no difference what you plan to say.

I need a miracle that helps me get good sleep so that I feel rested in the morning. Please pray for a miracle.

I learned something this weekend that I cannot share. Not allowed to let the cat out of the bag yet but I want to know if anyone really remembers being 15 and WHY on earth 15 year-olds can be such...hmmm...tactful jess....brats! I mean, I would never talk to people how my niece, who is 15, talks to people. I don't get it. Makes me not want to be around her. Uggg...it's aggravating.

I also want to know why it is that I spend an hour and a half in the car every single flipping day and I can never find anything that I want to listen to on the radio. I mean, I flipped channels for 45 minutes this morning people and NOTHING. Mostly commercials that are very very annoying and an occassional song that I really don't care for. Why can't the radio just play MUSIC for heavens sake?

4:44pm: Another day and I didn't kill anyone
Well, another day has almost passed. Though the day is not quite over yet and I haven't made it home to the hubby, I haven't wanted to run anyone over with my car yet today. That's good.

My hand is hurting like hell. Forgot to take the pills home over the weekend and it started hurting like mad. What's going to happen when I run out? I can't take anti-inflammatory's for the rest of my life. And Jessi no want surgery!

Man, why does it seem as though my life is always in a whirlwind? Can somebody out there please, please explain it to me cuz I just don't get it. WHY???????

Why can't people just leave me alone? Everyone wants to give their two cents as if I have asked for it. NO, I DIDN'T ASK SO BUGGER OFF! When I ask for it, then you can give it. Otherwise, LEAVE ME ALONE! argh!

So, nothing really happening that I can post here. Have a great day peoples!

11:18am: Hood Sliding like Bo Duke
**Random Thoughts for Today**
So, for the second day in a row, I wake up hot, sweating and with a flipping headache/sinus ache. If that doesn't put a person in a good mood, what does? A not even tepid shower maybe? So much for a "NEW" hot water heater! I think we (my husband) got took. What a crock. I've turned up the temp on the water heater. There is NO REASON that I shouldn't have had a HOT shower this morning! ERRRRRRRRRRRR!

After blow drying my hair this morning, I so had the Tina Turner look going on. I swear!


Is it really a man thing to "have to have something?" I swear. My husband tries to tell me that it is but I don't get it. He gets mad because we are broke. Well, isn't that what happens when you buy a new house. It's a huge commitment. HELLOOOO!! Ok, so now he's got a job and thinks he should have money floating in his pockets and he "is going to have something" whatever something is. For a while it was a Harley, now a tractor (because we have a whole acre to mow and a driveway to plow, how else are we going to make it - a lawn mower and shovel like most people? Hmmmm). I said to him, "You have a whole storage unit full of "something." What do you need more for?" That sparked defensiveness so I just dropped it.

I hate it when my "fat pants" start fitting all too well. This is utterly ridiculous. Why do I have ZERO drive - that drive that type A people have? ZERO! If I'd just get off my butt and stop complaining, maybe I wouldn't need my "fat pants."

I'm so thankful to be blessed in certain ways but I feel so gypped in other areas. Ok, I'm smart. Not too smart though. Like, not smart like my friend Sampson and his friends. They are above and beyond my intelligence to a place that I get lost. I have decent common sense (poor judgment occasionally) for the most part. I am OK at most things but not REALLY GOOD at any one thing. What is up with that? I want to be really good at something. Anything. (Well, almost.) But if I were REALLY GOOD at something, would I have to give up something else that I am OK at? I think maybe it's too late in life to have this rolling around in my brain but it is. I should be content with what is and, most days, I am. Just not today.

3:24pm: Flatulence
Why is it that men feel the need to just fart anytime, anywhere? WHY? It's so disgusting. My friends used to do it too. GROSS! What happened to the old school days where it wasn't lady like and it sure wasn't gentlemanly to do so? Hmmm????

12:57pm: Ummm...yeah...ok
So, ok, my "office mate" Janet just got done telling me how we don't want another "office mate" that talks all the time. "It's ok to talk once in a while but not all day and not all the time." Ummm, yeah, Janet...isn't that what you do? OMG!

11:10am: GET OVER IT!
So, ok, last night was girls night out! WOOT! Had a great time just chit-chattin' with the girls. We went in, ate, decided it was a little too chilly inside Wendy's so we went out and sat in Carrie's car for a couple of hours and talked. No biggie. Yeah, it's kinda weird that we sat in Wendy's parking lot and talked but, really, where else were we supposed to go.

Anyway, the hubby calls at 9:30 all mad and like, "So you've just sat there at Wendy's for 2 1/2 hours talking?" Uh YEAH! So about a half hour later, we wrap up and go home. It takes me a whopping 10 minutes to get home. Get there...it's completely dark. No porch light, no nothing. He's in bed and mad. What can a girl do? It's the first time I'd seen my girlfriends in 4 months because he's been home. GET OVER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!

So yeah. I'm not even sure if I'm mad or just completely annoyed at how ridiculous the situation is. I'm a wife not a caged prisoner.

Ok, so enough about that for now. Bound to get myself in trouble if I keep typing away.

2:23pm: holy guacamole
I'm telling ya what, sometimes men are just retarded! (Sorry guys but really.)

WOOHOO!! We have hot water! You have no idea what it is like to finally have hot water after a month w/o. YEEEEEE!!!

Man, so much to do. I dunno how people find the time to do this. I'm trying, I guess.

MMMmmmm...STRAWBERRIES! YUM! I just ate a whole thingy of them for the second day in a row. I could live on them...maybe.

So my wrist is feeling better for anyone who cares (not that anyone actually reads this). I know one person who cares....

Man, two days being sick and come back to the same messy desk that I left. Who would have thought? Doesn't matter what I do, it seems that I just can't get it organized. One mess after another. I'm tired of being messy. SOMEBODY HELP ME!!

Oh, YAY! Girls night out tonight. WOOT! Ok, so it's really not a "night out." Two of us are married old ladies, the other practically married and we're all poor as hell so we're going to Wendy's and ordering off the dollar menu and we're gonna sit and talk about all the quirks of our men that we just really hate and annoy us to no end. Sounds like fun though right???

1:07pm: Jeepers Creepers
Well, TGIF people! WOOT!! (OMG...what is up with that...WOOT...it's like my unconsciously fav new thing now...DUH! WOOT!) Ok, so I'm a wee bit off my rocker today. What CAN I say?

Man, I'm so glad it's Friday. Well, kinda. I have to go home and clean so hubby's friend can come over since hubby has sat on his duff all week and done nothing...that's another story entirely.

Hubby got a JOB! YAY!! 10 hours a day, 7 days a week! Second shift! WOOT! I can get a lot accomplished at night instead of cooking dinner - which I'm not good at anyway.

Man, so much is going on. It's summer and, as someone so politely pointed out, I'm pasty pale white. As usual, I guess. I haven't had a tan since I went to Florida right before my freshman year in college - summer of 1997...ahhh...the good ole days! I keep telling myself that it's ok because too much sun causes skin cancer. But on the flip side, sun is good for you too. I miss the sun. I love hot weather. Hate the humidity but I love the hot!

I'm so jealous. My sis went to Vegas. No gambling, of course, we don't believe in it but she still gets to go do some cool stuff. Me, I get stuck having to check in on the kiddos. It's ok though. I just hope that they are behaving. I'm sure my oldest niece will be trying everything...the little stinker.

Well, all these drugs are making me feel weird. Sick to my stomach, a little sluggish, a little "not here" feeling. Woot!

I really don't have much else to say. WOOT!

10:55am: OMG!
How do you politely tell your co-worker that her constant jabber is disruptive and you can't get anything accomplished with her mouth constantly running???? SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1:13pm: Talk talk talk talk talk talk
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SHUT UP!!!!!!!! OMG - somebody shoot me please!

11:19am: SHUT UP!
For the third time in two days, I've heard the same six stories. STOP TALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!

9:21am: Friggin' Frackin' Flubbin' GRRRRrrr
I HATE not having a hot water heater. I hate a few more things about why we still don't have a water heater but we won't go there today! I hate everything today. Well, except my job (the only sanity I have right now) and my nice boss who, well, is just a pretty freaking nice boss!

Oh, I do have an up side I guess so I'll skip all the crapola. A FREE WEEKEND. Just me, myself and I. Sounds terrible I know. I'm looking forward to the PEACE and QUIET! YAY!!! I don't have to cook (quadruple WOOHOO) and I don't have to do dishes because I don't have to cook (WEEHAW!) and I don't have to pick up anybody else's crap. YEEHAWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited. Now, I just have to decide what crap I can get done in that short amount of time. Hmmmm.................

Think I'll see if I can't pick up Cheyanna banana this weekend and have her stay the night. Can't believe she's 9 years old already. Ugg...time flies. What else? Really should do some packing and hauling this weekend but I will have the junk car with bad breaks so I don't know how much of that will get done. Unless, I guess I could borrow mom's car. Hmmm.... Going to church on Sunday for sure. Need to meet up with the girls some time and do some catching up. Sheesh. It's been a long time.

Sooooo many things to do. I'd also like to just sit home and chill.

**OH CRAP!!!! SHE'S TALKING AGAIN. Somebody save me. Why does she always talk to me. Doesn't she know that I'm so not paying attention. I don't mean to be rude to my co-workers but DANG she never SHUTS UP!!!! STOP TALKING!!!! I'm requesting that my boss move me for the summer so I can get some work done and not have to jabber with miss yackity yack over here. GEE WIZ!!!**

Well, another day, another dollar.

9:53am: I don't know what to write
So I'm just writing to write because I really think this whole livejournal thing is weird but what do I know?