read it and weep
Name: Lisa e
ali edwards
California Fever
Collective Soul
Creaturebug
Dooce
Flower Nuts & Sugar
Julie the Great!
Pink Champagne High
she's so CUTE
twopeasinabucket
who can't live w/ garlic
WOW, you gotta read this
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I get anxious every year in November and December because it's time to pick out a day planner.
I just haven't felt inspired to blog lately.
Marilyn asked what authors I'd been reading. Mostly Sophie Kinsella. I like Brit Chick Lit. A lot!!
Anyway hope you're all having a good week.
...but obsessed with chick lit. I've been re-reading several (ok all) the Shopaholic books. Bought a few new ones but they're just not quite as good as Sophies Shopaholic books.
...you can't even find anything to blog about
...you email your best gal pal and ask her to give you sex tips...then your husband doesn't even want to have sex so I can't try them (thanks anyway, Req, I'm sure we'll do it eventually
...you bore yourself to sleep
...you don't drink much
In another lifetime I signed up to be a consultant for a rubber stamp company. I'd seen a catalog, read about them online and Husband paid for my kit. And just like with my MK business, I had trouble getting people to have the 'parties'. But on one occasion I was telling someone I worked with at the time what I did. I wasn't asking her to 'have a party', I was just showing her some of the things I made using stamps (or she might have seen some at my desk and asked me about it). She looked at me like I was absolutely insane. And weird! She backed away from me veryyyy slowly like she was trying to remember if I had any sharp objects that I could stab her with.
I immediately started thinking "well, stamping must be weird because she thinks so".
I barely LIKED this girl! And I let her determine that I thought doing something I LOVED was weird. Some of the stamps that our out these days are gorgeous works of art. I've always loved a lot of art. But I can't draw a straight line. So stamping was a way to be artistic.
Needless to say, I rarely if ever made money selling rubber stamps and supplies. Not just because of this dorks reaction, but for lots of reasons related to worrying about what others think.
At work the other day I wore a new t-shirt that had Tab on the front, as in that diet cola from way back in the day. Someone said "How old is that shirt?" (it was made to look old). I said "it's brand new. I got it last week". And she gave me that same look that other girl did. Like I was weird. Actually she did that thing where she gave me that look, then looked at someone sitting by here as if to say "isn't she crazy? for thinking that shirt is new" It immediately made me think of that other situation almost 8 years ago. But I also right away thought why is she looking at me like that? I didn't MAKE the shirt, for Gods sake. And it's not weird, the vintage look has been in for awhile. And I liked the shirt.
So I stopped, paused, and said "why are you looking at me like that? You asked! Don't look at me like I"m crazy". I just said it in a neutral tone of voice. Because I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone make me feel like that again. About a shirt or politics, or anything! Just because she didn't get it didn't mean it was weird.
Now it might have been my imagination but I think some other people who witnessed that exchange looked at me with some respect after that. I didn't go off on her, and I wasn't rude. I said it as much to myself as her.
But, now here's the ironic part: said shirt is Red. And new. and I had a lot of laundry to do today. (see where this is going?). I ruined my favorite light fall jacket, and my favorite khaki capris may be ruined to. And a pair of Husbands underwear. Ugh!! I hate it when I do that. But when Husband rolled his eyes when I showed him I grapped a calculator, multiplied approx. 300 loads of laundry a year by 12 years since I've been doing laundry with him, and said "that's like 5000 loads of laundry. I think I can allow myself a boo boo or two"
And the jacket and capris have been worn so much, I know I've gotten my money's worth. I leave the coat on my chair at work for when it gets chilly. I just brought it home to wash.
So what's the point of all this? I think I'm growing more confident. And sure of myself. And it's nice. I like it.
I like it a lot.
Do any of you do pitch-ins at work? Where everyone brings in a dish. Like a pot luck type thing? We're having one tomorrow. I judge a company by the success of their ptich ins! I have no idea what to bring. Of course I'll bring the standard: circus peanuts. but what else. Maybe a bag of chips, some veggies and dip?? We'll see what the store has in the morning.
So I think we're going to go back to Mexico in 06!! sigghhh. But then I think maybe we should branch out a bit. Go west maybe? My godmother lives in CO. And my one devoted reader Marilyn of California Fever fame is in CA, so maybe... (hint hint!!)I promise I'm not a lunatic, Marilyn!!
Airline tickets are high though. I'm hoping after the first of the year they'll go down, but I doubt it.
Yikes! I've been without my desktop computer for like a week!! It just quit. So I had to go round and round with Gateway about it. I didn't think I should have to pay to ship it to them. It's their faulty equipment. But they wouldn't budge. Then I got a message from FedEx that they were trying to deliver a package from Gateway but they thought the address was wrong. Tell me, is there any where in the U.S that has an address of 1005 as the street name. As in Elm St, Washington St, but 1005? That makes no sense. They couldn't figure that wasn't a 5 but an 'S'... Anyway.
I felt like I lost my best friend without my computer. Husband has a laptop, but it's not the same. But I'm back now, sheeww.
I love Sophie Kinsella. She's written several books. Four of them were a series about Shopaholic Becky Bloomwood. She cracks me up. I've read all the books about 3 times each. Becky has this problem with shopping. And the way she justifies her spending just slays me. Anyway, at the end of the latest book it definitly means there's another in the works. I won't give away any secrets about it. They're an easy read but not trashy at all.
My hair needs washed. Bad. I try to only wash it every other day. But I love that squeeky clean feeling. But it styles so much better one day dirty.
Thinking about taking in a movie "In her Shoes". Looks good. Toni is saying on E! it's not just a chick flick!
Trying to wait til Husband gets home to open a cold beer.
It's finally cooling off here! yah! I only worked an hour this morning. Then I took the rest of the day off! Went to Target, spent 1/3 of my paycheck!
Weekend plans: taking poodle dog Prince to be groomed (man he stinks), helping Husband finish that DIY project from hell. I actually don't feel stressed about not getting it done because he's literally worked on it every possible minute. And working 60 hours a week, too. so it gets done when it gets done. I'm usually stressed about stuff like that. There's not much he'll let me do. For one he thinks I'm too ditzy, and for 2, it's kind of a one man job.
sometimes when I'm contemplating blogging or journalling, i start to feel a churning in my stomach. Like I don't want to say too much or think too much about what I'm feeling. Then I read dooce or California Fever and think maybe it would do me good to get more out. I don't know. So i guess I'll write til I just don't feel like writing anymore. How's that.
So the job is a job. I feel like we're all getting along a little better. Things haven't been bothering me as much as they had been. I've been acting goofy, which is pretty much the real me. Like yesterday, it was our first day not in training and sort of on our own. So as we all started trickeling in, I started jumpy up and down saying "come on come on let's go!!!" Made them laugh! And me too.
I asked my supervisors occasionally over the past few days if they had any thing they wanted me to help them with since there's been some down time right now. And I often joke about being a suck up. But I do believe it can't reflect badly that I offer. Plus it keeps me busy. Some body made a joke about me asking that today. I just laughed and said "I was just asking!". And it's like when you go to a party or something. usually people ask the hostess what they can do to help.
So I think I said something (via email) that made one (or more)of my sisters mad. Sometimes email can be a curse because you can't tell what the tone of voice something's being said in. I apologized, but who knows. ick. I wish I would stop saying stupid things. In my head, it seems funny. But usually someone else doesn't see it like that. I want to be myself, but I can't be crass you know.
I haven't been scrapbooking lately. I need to get a cd of pictures developed but i don't have the money, really. I do get paid weekly at this job but I'm trying to be so careful.
My stomach doesn't hurt now, really. But I feel uncomfortable.
I'm getting that it's-Sunday-and-I'm-watching-the-Colts-beat-TN-sleepy-needing-a-nap feeling.
What's new with everyone? It's supposed to be 84 and higher in the next day or so. Hello, Mother Nature, check your calandar, mmm kayy??
