Thursday, September 1, 2011
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Friday, July 15, 2011
I have a bone to pick with you in regards to your driving skills, or lack there of. I just wanted to tell you that you suck at driving, and I do not. I don't know where you learned how to operate a vehicle but seriously you are really starting to irritate me and test my patience. As a commuter I am constantly reminded every day about the apparent lack of skill it takes to now pass the drivers test. I'm thinking I should be the one writing and administering the test, which personally would help out our public transportation system considerably since, well, there would be a lot fewer people allowed on the roads. If I were to be an instructor I think it would cut down on a lot of confusion. The first confusion being how to properly merge onto the freeway. Its not that hard, but I find that many WW drivers do not know how to merge, therefore creating a pointless backup on freeway on ramps. I understand you might be a little nervous about the other cars speeding towards you, and that you only have a limited amount of space to get up to their speed, but let me just tell you, your gas pedal will make your car go faster if you push your foot down on it. Try it sometime, that way those of us who are stuck behind your slow ass wont have to wait so long to get up to speed. Here's another tip when merging do us all a favor and use your blinker. *sigh*
Blinkers...They put them on cars for a reason, if you need to change directions or lanes this is when you use this little blinking light that will tell other drivers that you are doing something other than continuing in a straight line. No it is not just for decoration, and yes you should be using it. Think of it this way, if you use your blinker I wont use my finger. If you see that somebody is using their blinker and wants to get over, let them. It is not going to make your trip any longer and it is common courtesy. These are not your roads, you need to share them. Those of you that insist on driving very large road hogs of vehicles, need to understand that just because you are bigger does not mean that you own the road and are entitled to drive like the douche that you are. Really if you're truck is lifted and a 10 year old could walk under it without having to duck down, you're compensating for something and are a douche. Don't argue, you are what you are, you cant help it, and your car isn't helping you, we know. Larger vehicles are not entitled to cut people off and use the excuse, oh I couldn't see you, well that's because you didn't bother to check your blind spots. The bigger the car, the bigger the blind spots, as the driver of a commuter car you really piss me the hell off when you insist on cutting me off just because I'm smaller than you. I can see you, would it hurt for you to look at me, its all part of the job of being a responsible driver. My next pet peeve has to do with people who drive really expensive, over the top nice cars. I understand you have money (or a nice hefty bank loan) but that does not mean that just because your car is nicer, more expensive, trendier, does more cool things and farts sparkles doesn't mean that you own the road either. When you bought your car they didn't give you a "drive however the hell you want" card just because you dropped enough money on a car that could feed a starving country for a year. You got a car, not a right to be an asshole driver pass. Just because your car is pretty doesn't mean it cant be wrecked and that those of use with average cars wont hit you. You are not Danica Patrick and are not entitled to drive a million miles an hour just because you can, or because you feel like it.
Lets talk about the speed limit for a second. I believe that the speed limit is there for people who are driving whilst distracted. As a driver who has on occasion (almost everyday) driven whilst distracted I have found that it is a safe speed to go if you need to apply makeup, talk on the phone, change your ipod, drink a coffee, or eat a bowl of cereal on your way to work. (don't judge me, I'm a commuter!) I also understand that when you drive the speed limit you should not, and I repeat you should not be driving in the left hand lane, or the one next to it. It is not for you, it's for people who are in a hurry, or for people who are tired of driving behind your slow ass and would like to pass you. That my friends is what the left hand lane is for, its for passing! Its not for parking, which is what you are doing when you decide to drive the speed limit in the left hand lane. You know what is a good thing, cruise control, its amazing and as a commuter I often use it. What really irritates me is when somebody passes me and then gets in front of me and then I have to adjust my cruise control or pass them because the retard decided that they didn't want to be behind me and drive faster but wanted to be in front of me so they could drive slower, my speed didn't change, yours did. Don't make me mess up my flow!!
When it comes to parking, nothing is more irritating than somebody who thinks that because there is a line there they get to park on it. Well, actually, the line if for parking between and it would be really nice if you left an equal amount of space on both sides for the other drivers who would also like to park here later. Too nice?? Park straight you fucktard and leave enough room for the rest of us!! I will admit, I have been known to park diagonal or semi sideways on occasion but that usually only happens when the spaces are giant and are large enough to fit a semi. It's my spot I can park in it however I want, but you wont see me doing that in a normal sized spot or god forbid a compact car spot. Ooooh, compact car spots, these are for compact cars, not SUVS, trucks, minivans or tractors or for people who think their car can "fit" thus forcing them to exit through the back end of the car because they couldnt get the doors open. These spots are for those of us that have smaller cars and can fit into smaller spaces, it's a benefit of owning a smaller car, there are special spots for you that big cars cannot fit in.
Lets talk about roundabouts, I know they look weird, and I realize they can be confusing for you if you aren't used to using them but I promise they are a good thing. Here is a very helpful hint for those of you that are not used to driving in roundabouts, and its free...today only. Look at the signs!! They are not stop signs, if they wanted you to stop they would have put in a stop sign or a traffic light, which is why they put in yield signs. Those signs are there to keep people moving so that traffic slows down but doesn't create a backup like a stop sign or a light would do. They are easy to use, you just slow down a bit and hop on in behind the person in front of you, signal when you are done riding the carousel, and exit and go on your merry way. Easy, I swear! You do not have to stop and then wait a million years for the roundabout to be clear of any cars, that's really not how they work, and if you cant figure it out then maybe you shouldn't be driving.
The second to last thing I would like to say to my fellow Western Washington drivers is that it rains in Washington. If you haven't noticed by now then maybe you shouldn't be driving in the first place. You know what is awesome about cars is that they have these things called windshield wipers, and guess what! They wipe away the rain! Want to hear a good idea? USE THEM!!! They are there for a reason, they are not there so that you can hit your breaks and slow down to the speed of a child riding a big wheel just because you cant see, if you used your wipers like any normal person would you wouldn't create giant backups on the freeway because it rains a little.
Last pet peeve before I let you go so you can go place an add for your car on Craigslist because you just realized you probably shouldn't be driving anymore...Is for people who have road rage. Road rage is annoying, I understand you think you are a good driver, but the person in the car who just wronged you because they weren't being a courteous, responsible driver doesn't care!! They don't care, and cannot hear you yelling at them so its a waste of energy. Now I'm not saying I'm Polly perfect and don't get irritated at other drivers, I just blogged about irritations for shit sakes but I understand that I cannot change the world and make other drivers as good as me by yelling at them or getting angry. I can however, post a blog and hope that some douchy drivers read it and get rid of their car because they realize they aren't doing society a favor and should be using public transportation instead.
Do us all a favor, if you aren't up to the challenge of say driving responsibly then maybe you shouldn't be driving.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup? Negative. The best part of waking up is hitting the snooze button 5 times before you look at the clock and panic, because unless you can manage to get everything done in 20 minutes, face it- you're going to be late! They don't tell you that in the commercials, instead they try to convince you to buy some shitty ass coffee that will put hair on your chest because its really meant for old men who have lost all of the tastebuds on their tongue. I'm all for a good cup of morning joe, in fact I am a big fan of coffee. But let's be honest here, coffee is only as good as the shit you put in it. I'm talkin candy coffee, heavily laced with milk, some caramel and enough syrup to spike your blood sugar for the next hour and a half before you crash harder than amy winehouses career after last weeks shitteous performance. Yeah, that's the stuff! I enjoy coffee because it does a nice job perking me up but that's just an added bonus. The real reason I drink the shit is because its delicious and it makes me feel calm for the brief time that I am allowed to drink it. For me coffee is about the experience. Its about savoring the rich flavors, the warmth of the drink, the aromatics escaping your cup and the feeling of serenity that you get when you take your first sip. Coffee is comforting, its like your favorite fluffy blanket on a cold day, or a good hug. As much as I appreciate the side effects of feeling perkier after a good latte I hate the jittery part. I hate the feeling of being jittery, and wired beyond control..apparently that happens with caffeine sensitive people, they get wired off of one cup of joe. Ok so what's the point of this blog? Well..this is me and I don't really have one. I was simply sitting in my office which I like to refer to as the batcave, waiting for my coworker to hurry up and get here so we could march on down to the belly of the beast and get a nice warm cup of poo producing coffee. Did I mention that? Coffee makes you poo, which is why I'm convinced that old people are so regular with their morning poo, because their cup of tar or folgers as the commercials call it has made them that way. Only, she got here late and by then I decided I didn't really need a coffee today, I only wanted one. Isn't that how it goes though? Do you really need coffee or is it more of a want? Let's be real for a minute if you're going to drop 4 bones on a cup of coffee is it because you need it or because you just really want it and want the comfort that its going to give you? Maybe that's just me, I drink it for the experience and not because I need it. Although...there are days when I need a good strong latte to keep me from falling asleep in the batcave, which mostly happen on slow days that seem to always follow long nights out the night before. I don't have an addictive personality so if I wanted to lay off the sauce I could, but that would mean that my "couple times weekly" jaunt down to the coffee shop would be gone, which would therefore lower my vitamin d intake, which we all know I need because I'm a pasty white girl living in the pnw. I don't think I even need to mention that I'm all for supporting the local coffee owners efforts to provide me with a good cup of creamy goodness. I can rationalize anything!!....but that's for another post on another day when I'm not daydreaming of shemar moore....errrr...I mean, a good creamy, sugary laden cup of joe.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
I also have a lot of weird habits that I've picked up that go along with how I eat food as well. For example, every bite needs to taste the same, and the most perfect bite needs to be saved for last or next to last. If you serve sour cream and guacamole with say a chimichanga, I'm the person that needs equal parts guac and sour cream with each bite of chimi. Even something easy like Teriyaki I make complicated. I prefer all of the chicken to be cut up and mixed in with the rice with an equal amount of extra teriyaki sauce added in so each bite tastes the same. How about sandwiches, burgers, wraps, etc. If I order a burger or a sandwich as soon as I get it I have to take it apart and rearrange the contents to my liking so that each bite is the same. I don't know where I picked up this habit from but I do remember my friends making fun of me in high school for this little ocd. I don't eat beef, I haven't eaten it for about 11 years and you know I don't miss it. The thing I do miss is from my beef eatings days are when I would go to a BBQ. There was always something for me to eat, now when I go, if beef is the only option then I end up being hungry. One thing that is really irritating for me is when I am invited over for dinner someplace and they prepared something that I don't eat, its irritating because I always feel weird. I always try to politely decline and I am gracious about it, and i will sometimes make up an excuse like "I'm still full from lunch" or something, because its usually awkward for me and the other person. I feel bad for not wanting their food, and they feel weird because I'm the jerk saying "no your food isn't good enough for me to put in my mouth, digest, and poo out later". Its not that I don't like their food, i mean I don't, but its nothing personal against them, I'm just picky. I'm also not the type of person to make requests when somebody invites me over, "yes can you make sure you don't make anything on this list" as I hand over a laundry list of foods that most people actually enjoy eating. And I',m definitely not the person that is going to say no I dont want to come over because I dont think youre going to make something I will like, because thats just mean! I also dont want my friends or anybody for that matter stressing out about what I do and dont eat when they are thinking about making me something, just make it! If I dont like it I will find something I do like and Ill eat that portion of it, no worries, Im an adapter.
So what do I eat? A lot of stuff actually. I really do enjoy food. I happen to have a very plain pallet when it comes to the foods that I eat. My dad is a "meat and potatoes" kind of guy and my mom is a "the complicated the better" kind of girl. I get my plane janeness from my dad. I blame him for my sweet tooth, I blame him for the reason I don't like spicy food, I blame him for my simple palate, because lets be honest here none of my eating habits are my own fault. hahaha. So how did I end up disliking so many foods when one of my parents is a food exhibitionist? Don't ask me!! I'm the victim here! I'm sure my mom wants to know as well because apparently I wasn't nearly this picky when I was little, but once I started wearing big girl panties I started throwing big girl food fits. Which leads me to where I am now, at a constant war with foods that I do and do not like.
My friends make fun of me and call me weird because I'm "too picky". I don't eat turkey at thanksgiving, this is normal for me, I simply prefer ham. I have a friend that is constantly harping about how I've probably just never had it made a good way. Nope, doesn't matter how its made I just plain don't like it. Even though I eat turkey lunch meat, I don't eat the bird turkey if its on the table for a holiday, or if it came to the house in the shape of a bird. Same with stuffing and coleslaw, Ive never been a fan of either. It doesn't matter how its prepared I just don't eat them because I don't like them, its nothing against you and your culinary prowess its the food, not you I swear. I'm a texture person and neither of those appeal to my palate in terms of texture. I don't care if you are Bobby Fuckin Flay in the kitchen and you make a BOMB.com coleslaw, I'm not eating it. Sorry charlie its just not for me.
Ok so you know I don't eat beef, no bird turkeys, coleslaw or stuffing I bet you are just DYING to know what else I don't like aren't you? Hahahaha. I knew it!! Well, I don't eat cooked vegetables unless it is corn, beans or peas. I don't count potatoes as a vegetable, because I'm weird like that. I like vegetables, the few of them that I do eat, but I will only eat them raw because I don't like them cooked. Again, its a texture thing and I don't expect you to understand. I like broccoli and cauliflower, nope not steamed with cheese, I prefer it raw and with ranch. Actually I prefer a little broccoli and cauliflower with my ranch dressing is more like it. But I cant stop there, I don't eat the whole piece of this particular vegetable I only eat the top. Yes, that's right folks, I only eat the little balls off the top of the broccoli tree and the fluffy white clouds from the top of the cauliflower....after its been covered in ranch. I don't eat celery unless it has peanut butter on it, otherwise its not on the menu. I don't eat any of the fungi, they have a weird wait for it....texture. and they smell funny. I do like peas though! Go me! There's something I like that a lot of people don't, and guess what my favorite soup is! If you guessed split pea you are a winner!.. but not in the Charlie Sheen kind of way. One thing I have noticed is that the produce section of the store is very large and has quite an abundant variety of vegetables, but this is me were talking about and no matter how many options there are, I still only buy/eat cucumbers, carrots, lettuces, sometimes celery (if I'm craving peanut butter), broccoli, cauliflower, corn and sometimes those little snap pea things-I'm still trying to make myself like those things. I only eat these things raw though, you wont catch me eating them cooked, unless its corn. Here's another weird one for ya, I'm on a roll now! I don't like fresh green beans and peas, I prefer them from the can. *gasp* oh no she didn't just say she prefers a veggie from a can!! *head nod* I know, sad right?
Lets go back to the meats I don't eat. So we already covered that beef is not on the menu, well lets talk about what is on the menu when it comes to meat. I like fish, shrimp, crab, chicken, pork, and turkey (but not the bird turkey) and that's about it. I don't eat hot dogs, or weird sausages (by weird I mean it has beef in it), pepperoni (unless its turkey), and the only wurst i eat is bratwurst as long as its pork only. Which I find very interesting because when I was younger I used to love eating liverwurst and crackers with my grandma, just something about the taste and the smell, mmmm, but you wont catch me near that stuff now! Now that I know what its made of.
I don't like spicy, I dont like ethnic foods, I do like flavor but I don't like heat. I like fresh, I like crisp, I like appealing textures not mushy, mealy, or anything with a snot like consistency-like flan and creme brulee-Yeck! I like pie, but not the crust. I like salsa but not chunky salsa because I don't want to chew my tomatoes, I prefer them itty bitty and just shy of pureed. I like ketchup and ranch on almost anything but I don't like mustard. I like mayo and hate miracle whip. I don't like foods that have a very strong odor, like curry or cajun stuff. I love fruit, almost any fruit except for the melon family because I hate melons except for the famous pink one that starts with a W. I love cheese, all sorts of cheese. I like eggs now, I went through a phase where I couldn't eat them at all but now i like them again, but only scrambled or deviled (but I have to make it because I want to know whats in it), unless I put them in "eggs in a basket" which is the only time a runny egg is acceptable. I don't eat other peoples potato salad, they put too many weird things in it like celery, sometimes relish and those damned chopped onions, and a lot of the times its too sweet. I prefer a saltier potato salad heavy on the pickles, olives, and mustard. I only like cashews, almonds, peanuts and sometimes a macadamia nut if its in a cookie, the rest you will not find in any recipe or mix of mine.
I also have issues with eating foods by the date that's stamped on the package. I know, I know the date doesn't mean that you HAVE to eat them by this date...no, it does, at least to me it does. I wont drink milk, eat yogurt, cheese or any other dairy product after the date that is stamped on the package. I cant do it, it makes me gag.
So these are my brain droppings for the evening, I hope I didn't scare any of you off. I cant help it, this is who I am. I'm weird, I know this, but I'm OK with it. But I will admit that even I annoy myself with how many constraints and rules I put on food about stuff I do and don't like. Its hard to keep up with all of the things I don't like, which is why I tend to remember only the things I do like. I feel like were all a little picky deep down, and some people are even over the top, but me well...I'm just slightly difficult.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Who are you? Who am I? This is such a hard question to ask. I feel like no matter how sure of yourself you are there is always some inkling of doubt as to who you really are deep down. All of us have things that we keep hidden from others but why? What is it about our inner selves that make us feel like we can't share our thoughts or beliefs? Are they really that different or are they just uncomfortable? I'm not a big fan of feeling uncomfortable but for the past year I've been trying to get comfortable with feeling uncomfortable. I've been trying to call myself out and make myself uncomfortable so that I can better understand how I work and why I feel the way I do. I have been challenging myself to be more confrontational and say exactly what's on my mind at that time. I've been challenging myself to be more open and more direct, I've also been talking about my feelings more and that is something I don't do because I don't necessarily understand them. What I've gotten from this is that I feel like I've grown a lot this past year because I have done some challenging things and made myself uncomfortable. Everyday I learn something new about myself, what I do and don't like and what I need. Today I learned about my lack of cultural identity which was very hard for me to understand at first. I was given some clarification and I feel like by understanding my personal culture I will be able to understand more about myself and why I have some of the beliefs that I have. Cheers to the long road of personal growth and understanding, and creating your own self help because you are comfortable being uncomfortable.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Kick it old school!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I would first like to apologize for alienating you for the past......month? Probably longer, owell, get the fuck over it! Ive had a life you know. Much is going on in my world right now and things are super busy. So while I'm sorry I haven't been able to entertain you and keep you company with my ramblings Ive been busy doing stuff..Stuff like watching scrubs, working, sometimes working out, taking naps, playing volleyball and of course searching for the mysterious smell that is in my car and I cannot seem to locate. I have been thinking about you though, I just thought you should know. I have a handy little to do list app on my phone, yeah yeah not so special since everyone has or should have one. Anyways, one of my widgets is for you guessed it!! "Things I want to blog about." The "to blog on" to do list is progressively getting longer, and it doesn't appear to be getting shorter anytime soon, since well its that time of year and this is when I have to remind myself to continue to screw my head in place for fear that it will fall off. The end of the school year will do that to you, but I don't expect you to understand blogger...To top all this off I cant seem to find my planner ANYWHERE!!! AHHHH!!! Now if you know how much I am attached to my planner its like losing your cell phone! NOT good. Especially since that thing has my life in it, I know what to do everyday because of that thing. I put extra care and love into finding the perfect planner, getting the perfect stickers, and filling it out diligently everyday....only to show it so much love and take it everywhere that *gasp* I've finally gone and left it behind. Tomorrows to do list...locate planner and locate mysterious smell in my car. Both are very important. Sorry that I wasn't able to give you anything entertaining tonight blogger but you'll just have to suck it up. Ill try to post something a little more insightful later this week given I haven't lost my noodle due to my lack of planner.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
This isn't the only large sinkhole that's out there folks, they're everywhere!! Just google it, then you'll see these things are real and they are dangerous! The other irrational fear I have is of traveling carnivals. I don't know where this one came from but Ive had it for a long time, where as the sinkhole fear is newer, its only about a 5 months old. Traveling carnivals scare me. They scare me because they move around from city to city and then they are set up and you're just supposed to trust your life to some machine that travels around creating fun. Ummm, no thanks! I don't ride on rides that travel around the country, they need to be firmly rooted to the ground in order for me to feel safe. I have no problem riding on a ride at Disneyland but you will not catch me on a ride down at Lakefair. Nope, no thank you Ill pass. They might be safe and I'm sure they go through a lot of inspections and safety tests but that doesn't make me feel any better about going on them. Do you remember that Alanis Morrisette song from back in the day, the song Ironic? Yeah I feel like she wrote that song for me, the one time I go on one of these traveling carnival rides will be my last because I will inevitably (because of the song) plummet to my death and it will be horribly painful. I just know it, and because that's how it works in the song. You're afraid of planes, but you ride on one, and then you die. Yep, no thanks I think Ill pass. Anybody humming that Alanis song yet, I know I am.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
First things first, a little over a week ago my bestie Chelsi came over to teach me how to make superbly cute sugar cookies. Chelsi has been making them for awhile now, and then we decided that we needed to have a girls day so she could show me how to make them, so that I can stop eating hers and make my own. Chelsi is a bit of a blog addict and always manages to find great ideas online. The first of her great ideas would be these magically delicious treats. Oooooooooohhh!!! Now THIS is what I call a pancake!! A cinnamon roll pancake! Thats right, a cinnamon roll pancake, one of natures perfect foods, just like bacon. and these are absolutely fantastic! From their chewy center and slightly crisp sugary edges to the delicious cream cheese frosting, these things will send you into a sugar coma so fast that Homer Simpson will call you his hero. We started the day off with these bad boys and then we started in on the cookies.
Whilst browsing her site I came across frosted animal cookies and I knew instantly that I had to make these. My excuse was that they would be perfect for my dads birthday, since he happens to be who I get my insatiable sweet tooth from. And I absolutely love these, because they are so stinkin cute! Don't they just take you back to the days when you would sneak into your dads truck to raid his cookie stash??.....just me? figures.. Anyways, my dad loved these and of the 14 cookies I gave him on Monday there was only 1, I repeat one, cookie left by the time I went over on Friday. Woohoo!! Points for Chelsi and me for making deliciously cute sugar cookies.
After a funfilled day of baking cookies and eating cinnamon rolls, err, I mean pancakes I still had a cake to make for a potluck we were having at work. At the end of every quarter we like to get the students together to celebrate the end and eat. We like to eat....a lot. I asked the students what they would like me to bring and peanut butter frosting cake won by a landslide. This cake is super easy to bake, you simply follow the directions on the box and bake. The hardest part is the frosting which is only slightly more difficult than baking the cake itself, and by harder I mean it needs more mixing.. The frosting consists of peanut butter (big surprise), powdered sugar, butter, milk and a little vanilla extract. Doesn't this sound sooo healthy? Who really cares, this cake is great! My mama is the one who taught me how to make it, and its super easy and delicious, much better than any frosting you buy in a can. Feast your eyes on this bad boy. Mmmmm...when paired with milk it doesnt get much better than this. The students loved it and it didnt last for very long.
Well thats it for my kitchen adventures of the week, stay tuned because the next big idea here is turning my peanut butter cake into chocolate covered cake balls. Can we say YUM-O!? Im salivating just thinking about it. Mmmmm.
Friday, March 11, 2011
So I have the basics covered snakes, spiders, scorpions,and that kind of thing. But what happens when your harmless, irrational fear of spidersturns into nightmares? Quite often I am jostled out of a deep sleep at night because of a spider dream that wakes me up and becomes real. Let me explain this a little more, I have woken up MANY times only to shriek, jump out of bed, throw all of my blankets on the floor and proceed to hit them until the dream spider is squished. Usually by the time I start hitting the blankets I have figured out that it's just a dream and that there isn't really a spider lurking in my blankets waiting to bite me. It never seems to stop me or make the dreams go away because I often wake up feeling like there's a spider hanging over my bed, which then freaks me out, and makes me get out of bed only to then swat at my blankets some more. I am so freaked out by spiders that I have a spray can of hot shot in my room just in case I ever do see a spider; my house is NOT spider friendly. As if my wierd spider dreams werent enough to get you thinking that Im wierd I have MAAANY more wierd fears. Port a potties for example? They scare the bejeezus out of me! Something about the combination of smell, confined space, lack of sanitation and knowing that you potty on other peoples potty. I happen to be a flush kind of girl, letting it linger is not my style so it really really creeps me out when you see other peoples potty just sitting there being all gross and shit. What if it splashes? What if its full? What kind of bacteria is on the door handle when you touch it? I shudder at the thought. I used to have really bad dreams of people getting stuck if port a potties when I was younger, Im pretty sure thats where my irrational fear of disgusting portable toilets comes from. I have another one which is more recent and quite odd if you ask me. Im not sure how I have come to have this fear but it is here none the less. Lately as I have been driving to practice in the mornings it has still been really dark out. (Silly observation, of course its been dark I leave my house at 5:15am!) I drive under a few bridges on my commute and every time I drive under a bridge lately I have had the wierdest, creepiest thoughts. Every time I drive under them I get worried that somebody is going to commit suicide and jump from the bridge and land in front of or on top of my car. Seriously!!?? Who has these thoughts/fears!? There is one bridge that is near my house that is a really large bridge in our area and a few people have commited the deed and made the jump. I remember reading an article in the paper a couple years ago about a guy who jumped and landed on a ladies car. Talk about scarred for life, I dont know what I would do if that happened to me. Well, to be honest I would probably shit myself, scream my lungs out and start bawling oooor pass out. Passing out seems like the most likely thing to happen knowing my history of passing out and having a weak stomach. I feel like because it is so dark out when I drive under these bridges that I wouldnt know if somebody was even on top of them let alone be able to see them until they were right in front of me. Lets see what else? Not like you need anymore entertainment for the day but Im sure I have more irrational fears...Oh yes, cemetaries!! These are right up there with spiders, scarier than port potties and almost as scary as my bridge fear. Cemetaries freak me out because well, they are the final resting places of dead people. DEAD PEOPLE! There are BODIES, under that soil. BODIES!!! REAL ONES!!! I dont go to them because they freak me out so much, I cannot walk by them and I avoid driving by them at all costs. If I do have to drive by a cemetary I wont look at it at all. I dont know what it is, but there is something seriously creepy and eerie about cemetaries. I cant explain it but Ive always had this wierd fear, but apparently Im not alone there are others out there just like me; possibly worse that also have a fear of cemetaries. This fear is also known as coimetrophobia, just in case you were wondering.
Ok well I think thats all for now, but if I can think of any of my other fears Ill make sure to post them so you can get a good laugh at my expense.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I did it. I finally decided to break down and clean out my closet, and not in the Eminem way, although just the thought amuses me. So a little about me, I am a recovering shopaholic. I enjoy shopping...a lot. I also enjoy being organized. I do not enjoy not having enough space for all of my crap that I have accumulated over my 25 years of existence, and I say 25 because I'm sure there are things in my room that I have had for that long. I enjoy my things, I like what they resemble or the memories that I have had with them. I have a hard time throwing things out because of this. I feel like by getting rid of items that I have had good memories in I am tossing away those memories. I feel like by seeing these items they help remind me of the memories I have had with them. That's one reason I hang onto things. Another reason I hang onto things is because people gave them to me, and I feel like when somebody gives you something there is a reason they wanted you to have it. I don't like it when people give me random items of crap, they are useless to me and I would rather you didn't. I call these items "shitty bitties" and will re gift them or pass them along freely to a new owner in a heartbeat. These items include but are not limited to things that I would not wear (hats, scarves, socks), would not display (trinkets, hangy thingys, windchimes-don't even get me started on these!, ugly painting thingys), would not use in any way shape or form and do not feel that by having these items my life is being enhanced in any way(broaches, foul smelling candles, items I already have (long list of these considering I don't get rid of shit very often). This is not to say that I do not enjoy gifts because I do, but what do you get for "the girl who has everything, shes got gadgets and gizmos a plenty, shes got whos its and whats its galore? You want thingamabobs, Ive got 20." (little mermaid throwback anyone?) AAAnnnyways, back on topic...I hang onto things, even shitty bitties, well at least until I can find them another home, but this isn't the point. The point is that I have accumulated a lot of stuff over my life and have a hard time getting rid of it. Today I went through my closet and you know what I found? A hell of a lot of shoes, I neglected to count because I did not feel that knowing the number was relevant or even important in any way. But I did it, I cut the ties with wait for it....23 pairs!! Woohoo!! I got rid of 23 pairs of shoes today, this is a BIG step for me. Considering that the last time I got rid of shoes. last year sometime, I got rid of a bunch then too. I try to go through my closet on a regular basis because as I stated above I am a recovering shopaholic and I somehow manage to acquire more stuff on occasion, which is a very mysterious phenomena if you ask me. I also sifted through my jeans, hats, scarves, sweaters and belts. I managed to toss out 3 bags of stuff that I no longer feel the need to have any attachment to. I feel kind of bad though. I feel bad because I tossed out things that still had original price tags on them. EEEK!!! I'm a bad person, I know. At one time I couldn't wait to wear these things but never managed to get around to it so they just got shoved to the back of the closet, trends changed and they were forgotten about. Times like this I wish that stores had longer return policies. Now that I have started to purge I feel compelled to finish the task and continue purging my wardrobe and rest of the house (look out house, shes on a mission!!). It started with the closet and hopefully this week I will manage to get around to the two dressers and armwoir, but that might be pushing it a bit, we will see. After all they are just things, and things don't really matter in the long run.
As we are all aware every year the queen of the media world Oprah Winfrey comes out with her favorite things episode. This usually happens before Christmas, and the items on her list are generally top notch high quality Oprah-esque things. Well what about me!? In my head I'm famous, Oprah should be jealous of ME! Realistically I know she's not, but I feel like Oprah needs to know what some of MY favorite things are so that she can add some more high quality items to her list. I will confess that I do have a few things that overlap with the queen O, after all we both have impeccably good taste. So here is my list, do with it what you will and enjoy.
- Philosophy cherry cola body wash; AMAZING, smells just like a cherry coke, only you get to bathe in it.
- Ugg Bailey Triple Button Boots; like a big comfortable hug for your feet.
- 100% supima cotton throw blankets; trust me on this one they are worth every penny.
- Lancome Cils Booster, helps make my lashes look fuller and longer.
- Donna Karen Soho Jeans, these make my butt look great, come in great dark washes and have a little stretch to them.
- Yankee candle world journeys candle in South African Vinyard. Not only is it a great color purple, but it smells absolutely delicious. If all vinyards smelled like this I would definitely visit.
- Clarisonic skin brush, when you are in need of glowing, radiant skin.
- D&G #3 L'Imperatrice eau de toilette. So fresh and so clean, perfect for any occasion.
- Clinique moisture surge moisturizer, Pure moisture that works year round and is great for sensitive skin.
- Doughmakers baking pans, these are my absolute fave when it comes to perfect baking every time. These pans have a pebble bottom that allows heat to flow through the channels, and help you get that perfect all over golden brown every time.
- Sookie Stackhouse books, my favorite guilty pleasure reads. Vamps, fairies and weres oh my!
- Action Day Planners, if you are somebody that never leave anywhere without their planner and also happens to be goal oriented and a compulsive list maker then this planner is for you. My search for the perfect planner is over, I have final found my do it all planner that never fears to keep me organized in my super busy life.
- Maui Jim sunglasses, they have so many cute frames and their lenses are some of the best out there. They are created with polarized plus technology so they block glare from the top and bottom, plus they are a little darker so you can creep the hotties without them seeing you.
- Ipod nano touch and the nike plus running system. This is by far the best thing I have gotten for keeping me motivated to run and stay on my fitness goal track. The ipod is small and super cute, has a touch screen, a pedometer and an am/fm tuner. The nike plus is an amazing motivator because it loads your runs online so you can track the fastest parts of your run, calories, songs listened to, play your power song, track your speed, distance, create goals and training plans.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I have just successfully created my very first mobile blog attempt using "theres an app for that" blogger app. Go me!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Check in went smoothly, so far the people here are really nice, but I think thats because most of the people Ive interacted with have been customer service people. I really enjoy the opportunities that I have to travel when it comes to my job and professional development. I feel like I learn so much more and have had some great opportunities thrown my way because of the people I work with, and how supportive they are. I am very excited for this conference and Im hoping to learn a lot while Im here, not to mention I plan on eating a lot while Im here. That seems to be how I travel though. :)
http://www.getcosi.com/ Check it out, its a chain that NEEDS to make its way to the Westcoast asap. Shelley and I both had a grilled chicken marinated in pesto, smothered in fresh mozzerella, with sun ripened tomato spread on a crispy whole wheat flatbread. OH. MY. GOSH. SOOOOO good! The combination of the flavors, the textures of the gooey, melty cheese combined with the chicken and the sweet tomato taste. Delish!
The hotel is HUGE, they have lower elevators and upper elevators, the lower ones will take you to the high floors, our room is on the 16th floor, and they have others that take you to the conference center floors. Not quite overwhelmingly huge, but close. This morning I woke up and there was a slight dusting of snow on the ground with flurries coming down. For some reason I was expecting to see more snow here but Im glad there isnt more or else I probably wouldnt want to go outside, since we all know how much I LOOOOVE snow. NOT! The hotel beds arent nearly as comfortable as the hotel we stayed in the night before last when we were in Portland but I guess I shouldnt expect super soft sheets and beyond comfortable pillows everywhere I stay at. Dino, the guy who checked us in at the hotel desk (I remember his name because it was unusual, and he was overly eager and happy to do his job) told us that our room was on the quiet side of the hotel with a pretty good view...HA! hahahaha, well...I guess he had the view thing sort of correct, our view isnt exactly obstructed by another building right in front but he lied about the noise thats for sure. I think we must be near a firehouse or something because last night all I heard were sirens going by, and they just KEPT GOING. Really? I mean really? Were on the quiet side? Im a little skeptical, but I cant complain Im in Chicago and how often am I going to have the opportunity to listen to emergency sirens go off all night?
Im currently sitting in the starbucks located in the lobby of our hotel. Its nice and warm in here and Im seated comfortably in the corner people watching, and let me tell you the poeople watching right now is fantastic!! Im pretty sure that a cleaner, more sober looking Amy Winehouse is sitting in here speaking Italian and is being a serial complainer, pain in the ass customer. First they didnt have the right cinnamon she likes, then her coffee wasnt hot enough, then she wanted her coffee cake warmed up again, and then, and then, and then!? Seriously, maybe if you would have ordered it and asked them the first time instead you keep going back and you are being a serious pain in the ass, can I slap you, even I know when too much complaining is too much. NOW she is telling the barista how she gets kicked out of places because she complains so much, and shes from Turkey. There goes my Amy Winehouse comparison. She is telling the guy how when she orders something that she wants it to be her way and that the service should be spectacular if shes going to pay for it. She goes on....happening now, in real time, I think Im a bad person for eavesdropping but who the hell cares, this is good shit!! "Starbucks is like a drug, an addiction, like cocaine" (exact words, you cant make this shit up people) (I feel like I should revisit my Amy Winehouse theory) Honey, I wouldnt go that far because it is mediocre coffee at best however I appreciate the consistency of ordering a drink and knowing that the drink you order is the drink youre going to get. THEN she left a giant mess on her table and left without cleaning is up, rude! The barista at this starbucks is my new favorite person for the day, very good customer service, despite having to deal with Drama Mama above. Either the prices here are REALLY low, or he really enjoyed conversing with me because I managed to get a grande caramel macchiatto and a coffee cake for $4.50, thank you for conversation about Washington and how pretty you think it is and my inexpensive breakfast. Heres another people watching experiences for you, happened about half an hour ago. A guy dressed very similarly like a bum came in and sat down in every single big comfy chair that is here, except for the one my rear is firmly planted in. The bum look alike came in and proceeded to sit very casually in a big cushy chair, he then discreetly reached his hands down under the cushion...I probably wouldnt have thought twice about it but he then checked every single cushy chair in the shop. Im pretty sure he wasnt just testing the plushness of the seats.
I think thats enough excitement for the day, Ive already managed to iron all of my clothes which if you know anything about me is a BIG accomplishment because I LOOOOVE ironing almost as much as I love snow.
Later my lovelies, Im off to check out the Nordstrom across the street. Im desperately in need of some more moisturizer.