- Greetings! Welcome to my life! My name is Meli and I'm 29 years old. Wifey to Milhouse, and mommy to a toddler that I call Destructo. If you want to find out some more about them, check out my other blog (www.melidworld.com). That's all I talk about over there. I am proud to say that I a super nerd. I love books and reading. I love all things book related. If I could I would spend all my time eating, reading or sleeping. Eating and food is my other love. I love to try new foods, hence my size, and I find food tv very entertaining. I could watch the Food network all day everyday, but I don't. If I did I would three thousand pounds! So I watch in moderation. This blog is dedicated to ME and all the things I love. So come along for the ride!
- Candy Scrooges!
- I ♥ my job... part 2
- I ♥ my job
- One day a year...
- How Rude!
- Drunk with Power
- Giganto Chicken
- Operation Skinny Bitch
- Sucky Night + Cold Morning = Cranky Meli
- Love Me Some Rushdie *swoon*
- Dearest winter
- Sip, swish, spit….repeat process
- Sexy vs. Sweet
- Signs my day is going to suck…
- Wii Mii – Fitness Update
- Why can't my past stay in the past?
- Me spokes good
- Never expected this
- Wii Mii
- Why so serious?
- Brand Spanking New
- Adventures in a port a potty
- Giving for the sake of giving
- Life is screwing up my diet!
- I feel like crap!
- My brain ain't what it used to be
- Have you seen my mind?
- Can you see me?!?
- Under Construction
- Port a Potty
- Time to get freaky
- Canada’s having an election too
- Be careful, it’s contagious
- My birthday is coming up
- Hip Hop is dead
- Fleece Sheets
- The Anthropologist in me
- Thieving Co – Worker
- Jus tickin’ me off
- Let the feeding frenzy begin...
- When will this day be over?!?!
- Morning show - giggle, giggle, snort, snicker, aha...
- I’m Lost
- What me, too sensitive? Never!
- I don’t do breakfast
- Weight Update
- Just yucky, plain and simple
- Something to ponder....
- Test Drama
- Random Facts About Me:
- Pros & Cons
- Here we go again….
- NOT WANTED
- How do you tell a co-worker….
- Random thought of the day....
- Dear Santa
- Drum roll please….
- Over worked & under appreciated
- I ain't no girlie girl...part 2
- I'm letting myself go...
- New premise of this blog...
- Blog Roll
- New Blog Updates
- Lest We Forget
- I dislike HTML
- I'm moving....
- First day.....cont
- First day
- This is getting ridiculous
- I ain’t no girlie girl
- Ode to the Pear Tree
- Holy Camoley Batman!!
- 2 years ago today....
- ► August (25)
- ► October (36)
But tada!! A brand new layout!!
I really like this one, it suits me. The other one was alright but it was one that I just settled for because what I was trying to do wasn’t working.
I don’t really have anything of substance to say, I just wanted to acknowledge my new layout.
P.S. Less than 2 months until Christmas!!!! Time to get crack – a – lacking!! (Not sure what that means, I just wanted to use it in a sentence)
I find that very sad.
I mean don’t they realize that they are going to be disappointing a ton of kids. Halloween is one of the funnest (not a real word, I know) holidays for kids. (I think the most favorite holiday would have to be Christmas but Halloween is a close second.) And they are basically slamming the door in their face. And there are ramifications for not giving out candy. The true hoodlums will egg and/or toilet paper your house.
I am not too concerned about the vandalism part. My house has only even been egged once and that had nothing to do with Halloween. That happened because the area residents felt that a family with our complexion should not be living in their neighborhood. That is another post though.
Back to the candy scrooges –
I think that they are just mean spirited people. I could not disappoint the kids like that. They come out in the rain, snow and freezing cold dressed up as their favorite super hero because they like it. Candy is their reward for basically braving some crazy weather and going door to door to show off their costume.
But the candy scrooges that tick me off even more than the ones that don’t open their doors are the ones that take their kids trick or treating. They don’t give out candy but they have the audacity to take their kids out and expect other people to give them candy. WTF!!
So to all the candy scrooges out there - have a heart, buy a bag of candy and give it out.
It gives me great pleasure to hold the door open for you. It is the highlight of my day. There is no need to thank me, nod in my direction or acknowledge me in anyway.
I know that you are a very busy person, always deep in thought. I mean you are a manager and you are probably preoccupied with your managerial concerns; like where to go to lunch and your company car, and those matters have replaced common courtesy.
I understand that because I am your subordinate I am non – existent to you, barely a person and because of this there is no need for you to concern yourself with me. You have to save your voice for your superiors, speaking to me would be too draining on you.
So have a nice day and I hope you don’t ever forget your card again, because I just turned up my iPod and I won’t be able to hear you knocking on the window to get in.
Thanks ever so much for dumping water into the sugar bowl. It was great reaching in there this morning and finding all the sugar packets sopping wet, turning the entire container into a sticky mess. I mean I filled up the sugar container the last three times just so you could have some place to dump your mug full of water. Nothing pleases me more than cleaning up after you.
I realize that your hands are broken and that you are able to grab some paper towel from the roll that is all of three inches away and clean up your mess. I also understand that since you are the only person in the entire company that uses the sugar bowl and you can treat it as you please.
But I have one small, (teensy, really) request. Would you be able to meet me around back? My boot would like to meet your butt.
I mean come on, if you see a someone with a stroller, a toddler in a winter jacket and a baby bag that looks like it can hold Cairo racing towards the elevator, hold the damn elevator. Don't look at them blankly as the door closes in their face. Or if you see someone with all the stuff listed about trying to make their way through a closed door, how the damn door open!! Don't squeak through it and let it slam in their face. And if some kind person is holding the door open for them, it is not an invitation for you to go through also.
It's obvious that when God was handing out sommon sense they were climbing up the ugly tree!! Jackasses!!
That being said the annual Halloween contest email went out yesterday and this caused a coronary with the newest GM. He had a hissy fit and informed all of his staff that Halloween costumes are not allowed. He will send how anyone wearing a costume and dock their pay.
WTF?!?! Halloween is supposed to be fun. Is he going to ban candy too???
This really sucks because the rest of us will all be dressed up and they will have to wear suits. I really feel for them because they had been planning to dress up as a company of zombies since the beginning of October and now he has taken that all away.
He’s a prime example of someone who takes advantage of his position.
P.S. He has made attendance at the Christmas party mandatory and no spouses are allowed. Again: WTF?!?!
Yesterday I was sitting here, reading about the haunted farm that I want to see, and I guess I got a bit too engrossed in what I was reading. One of the girls came up behind me and said ‘Hi’ and touched my shoulder. I jumped out of my seat and I screamed so loud that people in cubicles three rows over stood up to see what was wrong.
Um, yeah I was embarrassed. I went red and she laughed so hard she cried. So on that note I am going to stay far away from the creepy, crawly, frightening and the ghoulish from now on unless I feel like wetting myself!
As the name suggests it is a support group for getting healthy. And gosh dangit I want to be a skinny bitch!!!
So wish me luck, and hopefully by 2009 I will be 30 pounds lighter.
Crappy Moment # 1 – got my exam back. As I suspected I did awful, but it was a lot worse than I expected. I got 99% on the first exam so I expecting to maybe get a 79 – 85% on this one. Nope, nowhere close to that. I failed. To pass you needed a 65 and I got a 61. The average mark was a 65, so I was definitely below average. I was in such a crappy mood after getting back the exam; I didn’t even stay until the end of class. I left as soon as I saw my mark.
Crappy Moment # 2 – my computer imploded. Or at least I think it did. When it was starting up it would make two loud clicks and then shut off again. I am not too upset about the lap top dying, I was expecting to actually. It’s old and been beat up a lot. But I had pictures saved on the hard drive that I hadn’t transferred over yet. So now I am not sure if I have lost them or not. I am going to have my techie BIL take a look at it and beg him to get them out.
Crappy Moment # 3 – shower induced head cold. Not sure how I did it but as soon as I stepped out of the shower last night I got a head cold. So I was stuffy, sneezy and had a headache from hell. It’s still here, and I feel like I am breathing through a pillow.
Cold Morning – it’s 5 right now without the windchill. With the windchill we are below freezing. It’s certainly not summer anymore.
OK, I am not going to do that but it is a really nice thought. :)
Now if you’ll excuse me I need to crawl back under my desk and sit on my heater.
Last night I went out to dinner with a friend of mine. We’ve been friends since we were 13, so we have known each other for more than half our lives. She moved to the UK when she was 18 and continued moving to new and exotic places after that. So far she has lived in London, Dubai and Bahrain. She has a pretty cool life and is always traveling. She has been to all the continents except for Antarctica! At 29 that is impressive!! She only comes to town once a year and I try to hang out with her whenever she is here.
Last night at dinner she was telling me all these great stories, and funny adventures that she went on and I had nada to respond with. I had no funny stories, no exciting news, no anything to add to the conversation. I didn’t even have any witty responses to some of her questions.
I realized that I was boring. I wasn’t always boring but in the course of a year (which is when I had seen her last) nothing in my life had changed. I couldn’t help feeling like I had lost me. I hadn’t done anything, gone anywhere, or even spoken to people that were outside my immediate family or work. I don’t know where the semi – outgoing person that I used to be went nor do I know how to find that person again. The thought of spending my evenings away from Maks bothers me but the idea that I am losing myself and slowly just becoming a ‘wifey’ and ‘mommy’ bothers me too. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a wife & mother but there is so much more to my personality. Or at least I think there is, I could be wrong.
This book is no exception. He draws you into a story featuring Machiavelli as a central character and then spins in to incorporating Arabian princesses and Persian mercenaries. It is brilliant.
I am the first to admit that he is not an easy read. It takes time to savor his work but once you get hooked there is no turning back. It you haven’t read one of his books I suggest you do. My favorite of all time is Shame, followed closely by Shalimar the Clown and I recommend that you start with one of those.
I ♥ Salman Rushdie.
1. I hate that make the sun go into hiding, forcing me to drive into work in the dark. And making the sun set at noon!
2. I hate your icy winds that freeze my fingers and cause my nose to run non stop.
3. I hate having to dig my car out of three feet of snow and de-ice my door before I can drive home.
4. I hate having to wear sensible shoes and unflattering winter hats.
5. I hate having to put a snowsuit on a toddler and then attempt to strap that toddler into a car seat.
Please, please go away. And if you refuse to go away at least go easy on us.
I am by no means a wine connoisseur, I know little to nothing about wine. My liquor of choice is tequila, Southern Comfort or rum. I only drink wine when I am truly desperate and I have no other choice.
Left to my own devices, I tend to buy the $7 wine in tetra packs that can be resealed in case I get drunk before I finish it. (I’m one classy chick, I know.) So going on a wine tasting tour is not my idea of fun. OK scratch that, it would be my idea of fun if I could go with a bunch of people that I actually liked and didn’t have to worry about acting silly or getting sloshed. Instead, I am going with my department which is full of pretentious fuddy duddies and the only way that I would have a good time is if I get hammered out of my mind, which would lead to a very embarrassing Monday morning.
I would much rather go bowling.
But I don’t know what to be. I went costume shopping this weekend and the choices are a bit too risqué for the office. The thought of coming in as a Catholic schoolgirl or sexy devil doesn’t appeal to me. (People do come in as these things, but I just can’t make myself dress like that*. Well for work anyway.)
I want something cute, wholesome and fun. Is that too much to ask? Do you have any suggestions on what I can be?
*The HR girl that takes great pleasure in writing me up for dress code violations has come in as both and is probably planning as something just as scandalous this year. I am not hating – I just don’t like her and she doesn’t have the body to rock these outfits.
- Woke up thinking that it was Saturday and was all happy because Maks was sleeping in. IT’S NOT SATURDAY!! And we were really late!!
- I didn’t have time to dry my hair and now the back of my shirt is wet and cold.
- Maks slept on our bed and shared my pillow so I slept funny. Now my back, neck and shoulder are stiff and achy.
- I broke my shoe hurdling over a hedge trying to stop Maks from getting into my cranky neighbors flowers. Since it is my only pair of closed toe shoes I am wearing the broken shoe right this second. Can we say ghetto??
- I got in so late that someone took my chocolate croissant from the kitchen.
I wish I could have stayed home and slept.
Here are our latest stats (keep in mind that we have only had the Fit for about a week now):
Millhouse -> -3.75 lbs
Meli -> -0.6 lbs
In a week Millhouse lost almost 4 pounds and I have yet to lose one!! I’m the one eating salad, in fact yesterday he ate McDonalds for lunch and I had a salad!!
We were together for about six years and the beatings didn’t start right away. After about two years of fighting and constant breaking up, the hitting started. I was punched in the face & stomach, I was slapped almost daily, I was raped and had a knife held to my throat several times. He came to my work and beat me up in the staircase. He choked me until I couldn’t scream anymore and then punched me in the stomach. And yes, your boyfriend can rape you. If you say no and they keep going, it is rape. I used to wake up to find him on top of me refusing to stop even as I cried and begged. He held a knife to my throat and threatened to cut out my smile because a salesman in a store said I had a very pretty smile.
It took a lot for me to leave. I thought I loved him, no I lie, I thought I wasn’t good enough for anyone else. I had self worth issues, and felt that there was no one else in this world that would love me. Nobody else out there would want me. There were some serious issues at home and I felt very alienated from my parents and sister. He was all that I had, and if the beatings were part of the package, then I would just have to live with them. I tried to leave a couple times and even went so far as to start the ball rolling on a restraining order but I never followed through on anything. We ended up getting back together and I went back to the way things were.
Then I met Milhouse.
On one of our many break ups, I met Milhouse. We met through work and I was getting to know him as part of a deal that was going on between his office and mine. We started off as friends and we were friends for a very long time before we became anything more. He helped to show me just how totally fantabulous I truly am and I love him for that. He’s not perfect but he really does love me.
After a very serious incident with my sister, my niece, Milhouse & my ex, I pressed charges. In total there were 13 charges and he plead guilty to 8 of them. He was given 18 months probation and house arrest. I was given a restraining order.
Well 18 months later, I’m married with a son. I have a new address, phone number and last name. I got a call from his PO today letting me know that his sentence is over and that the restraining order is now expired. I have the option of filing another one as a private citizen (the original one was filed by the police) or just leaving things alone.
I am not sure what I am going to do. If I file a new RO then my ex will be privy to my new address, phone number and name. But if I don’t file a new RO, what if he comes looking for me again? I have nothing to really protect me. I am not sure what steps I should take next. I just wish that my past would stay in the past.
My sentences are full of likes, um, and ahs. I hate that! When people put on the valley girl accent and talk like Paris Hilton it drives me crazy, and I do it!! Shoot me now!!
I used to have an extensive vocabulary and take great pride in how I spoke (no sh*t I really did) but not anymore. Maybe this is what the working world has done to me because sure as heck no one speaks proper here. Its either here or TV. I am not sure how its TV’s fault, but everyone always blames TV for stuff so now I am blaming TV too.
I think of my drawer as contributing to employee morale. Because I know that I would be a cranky ass if I didn’t have it so I apply that logic to just about everyone else.
Yesterday when I came in, I found a present waiting for me. It was from one of the “regulars”. She felt bad about always eating the chocolate, so she went out and bought me a trio of lip glosses. I don’t wear make up at all and the lip gloss will probably end up in my nieces dress up chest. But the gesture itself was very sweet and very unexpected.
As much as my office is filled with dumb asses and snobs, there are some that do make my day.
Now not so much.
It the past day the Fit has told me that I am a fat, old, out of shape blubber belly. So I am not impressed!
According to it I have the health age of 48!!! And so grossly out of shape that my Wii Mii most closely resembles a Teletubby than a person. I have set it up to help me lose 22 pounds in the next 3 months.
Let’s see how this goes.
I usually try to stay away from politics, but I really have to get this out. Firstly, I am Canadian, so I am not a supporter of either candidate so this is not a shot at either of the candidates. Its just an observation.
I have been reading other blogs and I am just shocked at what I am seeing. The US presidential election has just gotten disgusting. The mudslinging and hatred that is being perpetuated is very disturbing. There is so much anger from both sides. Supporters of Obama and McCain are getting so personal. Obama and McCain just entered into the limelight, before that they were like every other senator. A nameless, faceless decision maker. Why is it people are hating them now, you only just met them. Just because they are running for the opposition does not mean that you have to dislike them by association.
Families, age, and religion are nobody's business and should be off limit. Voters should be concerned with the policies that the candidate want to implement not their private lives.
What does a pastor, age or a middle name have to do with economic policy, environmental issues, and a war? Why is it that gestures, eye contact, and hand shakes are being analyzed and commented on but there are in depth analysis being conducted on contingency plans for the billion dollar bailout? Why aren't these issues on the forefront?
This is an election not a popularity contest, I think people have forgotten that.
Apparently the head honcho went out and used the port a potty and was not very impressed. So he called in the troops and had the finest, top of the line portable toilets he could find brought it.
And I must say from the outside they look very impressive. Instead of one trailer with six mini stalls there are two trailers with two stalls each. This one looks way cleaner and even the steps are nicer.
I am tempted to go in and have a look see, but I am still traumatized by my last adventure so I am going to wait until I hear more about it from other people.
There was a puddle on the step that more closely resembled a lake than a puddle. I had to hike up my skirt and take a very un-lady like step up into the potty to avoid it. Once in there I had to stop myself from gagging.
It was dark and dingy and if my bladder wasn’t on the verge of explosion I would have turned back around and left. But I had no choice; it was either use these facilities or wet myself.
Then it happened. Someone in the potty next door moved and my entire unit shifted to the left. I had to grab onto the paper towel dispenser for balance. I guess whoever it was next door sat back down again because my unit shifted again this time to the right. By this point, I said screw you to my bursting bladder and ran as fast out of the potty. I held it long enough to make it to the proper bathrooms next door.
*My opinions may not be shared by all but they are still my opinions and I am entitled to them.*
Don’t mess with my family (this includes my mother, father, son, niece, sister, and husband)
If anyone says anything remotely derogatory about my family, I can and will rip your throat out. I can say whatever I want about them whenever I chose, they are my family and I have that right, no one else does.
Pedophiles (Or anyone that else that mistreats children)
I don’t think that they are human and I don’t think that they such be treated as such. If someone is convicted multiple times over of hurting a child, I believe very firmly that they should be sentenced to corporal punishment. And I am not talking about death by electrocution or lethal injection. I think that they should suffer and die slowly.
All people are equal and should be treated as such
Regardless of gender, race, or religion every being on this planet is deserving of our acceptance and respect. If they do something to lose that respect so be it but no person should be treated like a second class citizen based on who they are. No man, woman or child should be homeless, hungry or cold. Given the society we live in we can help even it we help in the tiniest way.
That being said I am seriously ticked off at the moment.
Thanksgiving is coming up and the Food Bank has started its annual Thanksgiving food drive. Thus far I have made two donations and I fully intend to donate at least one more time before the holiday actually arrives. I don’t make a boatload of money but I have passed on some snack foods this week and I have picked up some extra cans of baby food to put in the donation box. I don’t do this for any kind of recognition; I do it so a baby somewhere in this city doesn’t cry itself to sleep because he/she is hungry.
I know that times are tight and that a lot of people are struggling to make ends meet but it ticks me off to see an empty donation box. Especially in the grocery stores and malls that are ‘up scale’. IMO – if you have the money to afford a Cadillac truck with the rims and the gas to put in it, please just buy a couple cans of soup and drop it in the box. Someone out there needs it or else they wouldn’t be doing these drives.
Also, don’t use a food drive as an excuse to clean out your cupboards. Just cause they can’t afford food doesn’t mean that they want your tea with hoodia in it or soya sauce (no joke that was in there). If you don’t have anything readily available to donate, stop by the store and pick up a can of something – it won’t kill you!
But that ain't going to happen. I have to pull up my socks and really work at this.
And I have been trying. This morning I packed up a great breakfast, lunch and snacks. They were all healthy and well balanced. Then I was informed that my attendance was mandatory at lunch. So I forfeited my lunch and went out with the group. And that's when all my wholesome thinking went out the window. I had the option of having a Greek salad with some mineral water or something truly scrumptious ~ a pizza, hamburger, or a warm apple crisp topped with caramel and ice cream. I caved and had a personal pizza and the apple crisp. I couldn't help it, my eyes zoned in on the bad stuff and couldn't focus on the healthy fare.
Maybe I need glasses, or maybe I just need to stop going out for lunch either way I blame life because if it wasn't so busy I would be skinny.
Kingston bit Destructo and Milhouse and that is the final straw. He bit Destructo so hard that he tore a hole in his pants but he didn't break the skin. But when Milhouse tried to get Kingston away from Destructo, Kingston bit him on the hand, hard. He broke skin that time in two places.
The pooping I can take and the barking at night has pretty much stopped but I will not tolerate biting. Nipping I understand, he's a puppy and he is teething but biting a grown man so hard that it breaks the skin is not nipping.
So we've decided that it may be best to look into getting Kingston a new home. And I feel like crap about that. I really wish that I had read the puppy book before we got the puppy. I really wish that we had thought about this the whole way through before we got the puppy. Now we're in a really crappy situation.
I am so sorry Stinky for messing with your mind and getting you attached to the dog and then taking him away. I am so sorry Baby for getting you a pet when you weren't ready and for having to take away your best friend. I am so sorry Kingston for getting you used to our home and then taking away from everything that you know.
Anyway, as I was walking back I noticed that he had a chocolate bar wrapper stuck to his butt. I have no idea how it got there, and I don’t usually make it a habit to look at his bottom but a bright orange wrapper on black dress pants can’t be missed.
So my dilemma was:
a) Do I tell him that he has a wrapper stuck to his butt? The problem with that is that he’ll think I was checking out his bum and really I don’t want him thinking that I was looking at his butt.
b) Do I walk over and swat it off, and tell him there was a bee or something? That would require me getting really close to his butt and again that is not a situation I want to be in.
c) Do I just leave it alone? If I do, won’t that be bad Karma and then the next time I have something stuck to my ass people will just let me walk around with it there and not tell me, possibly laughing the entire time??
I chose C but I don’t think that is what Jesus would do.
My mind just wasn't able to retain anything that I was reading, even during the exam, I wasn't able to concentrate. I was putting together grocery lists in my head rather than concentrating on the test. I guess maybe my priorities have changed or maybe I am just not into this class. Whatever it is, one thing is clear, this class is a waste of my time.
I have no intention of staying in this field for much longer, so why am I killing myself over this class. I have to seriously think about whether or not I want to keep going or not because right now I am leaning towards dropping out, and that is so not like me.
Studying for the exam for the GAC has made me realize that my brain is not what it used to be. I can’t retain any information and its driving me nuts. I can’t sit down and concentrate. My mind wanders, I start to doodle and it is all over. I can foresee me failing this exam.
P.S. The exam is tonight and it is worth 40% of my final mark. Wish me luck!!
But it ticks me off something fierce when I get ignored. Don’t introduce every other person in the department and leave me out. Don’t list every single other person and leave my name out. If I am such an optional employee, I can accept that, but don’t ignore me until you need my help.
As you can see, I have a new lay out up. And guess what.......I hate it!!
It's not what I envisioned and I am having a heck of a time getting it to look like what I want it to look like. I've been working on this for almost 2 hours and it is killing me.
I am taking a break because if I don't I may throw the computer through a window!
Wish me luck and hopefully when you check back this should look the way I want it to.
I am not sure about the timing though. Having to go outside to use the bathroom when the weather is this chilly is not pleasant; even if it is heated. I think that the summer would have been better planning on the company’s part. I have to admit, it’s big. It’s taking up about 7 parking spaces. But I won’t be able to tell you what it looks like inside.
I can’t stand port – a – potty’s and I refuse to use them. Something about them really grosses me out. I would rather drive to the gas station or the donut shop and use the bathroom there than use the potty that is sitting outside.
Anyway I just flipped the calendar and it’s October!! When did that happen!?!? OK, I know when it happened, right after September 31st. But come on isn’t this year going by too fast?!?!
I am still in a summer frame of mind; I haven’t even dug out my winter stuff yet, which is probably why I am freezing on most days. But I just can’t believe that the year is almost done; there are still so many things that I need to get started on.
The only good thing about this is FEARFEST!! Well that’s what I am calling it. Apparently every weekend in October I will be venturing out to some fearful location to be scared out of my mind.
There’s Screemers, Halloween Haunt at Canada’s Wonderland and the Haunted Farm . I am not going by choice my sister and Milhouse are making me go. I used to love going to these things but not anymore, I get scared out of my mind by these things, and I may wet my pants but I am going. Wish me luck and I will definitely put up some posts on my adventures with the dead.
P.S. There are only 83 days left until Christmas. That’s less than three months!
So I am going to take a moment and get political.
*steps up onto soap box*
Come Election Day, I will be voting for the NDP (New Democratic Party). I have always and I will probably always vote for the NDP. I come from an immigrant working class family. We have not nor will we ever be considered to be the upper class of Canada and that is just fine with me. This country is not made up of the elite; it is made up of the working class.
The NDP is the only party that recognizes working families. They have initiatives that would work in favour of the little guy and I think that is a great thing. I truly believe in their ideologies and I think that Jack Layton is a phenomenal leader.
So if you haven’t gotten around to looking into the NDP, please do, they are looking out for you.
*steps off soap box*
It’s called idiocy. Just about everyone has turned into a friggin dumbass and it looks like there is no cure. I am not sure when it started, I think it may have been at birth but there are no signs of it letting up.
I am going to hide out in my cubicle and not come out at all for fear that I may hit something who has it in the head with my monitor.
On November 23, 2009 I will turn 30!!
That just a scary thought to me, I will be half way to sixty and one third of the way to 90!! Frickin freaky, I tell you! I will have no choice to become an adult at that point. Which means that I have to do grown up things and act more mature…..WHATEVER!!! We’ll see if that is even humanly possible when that time comes.
But in the meantime I have been updating my wish list on Amazon. I am easy to shop for, just go on my wish list and click away. I picked all the books on there, so it’s guaranteed that I am going to like my present.
My latest ‘wishes’ are for all the Georgia Nicholson books. I love this chickie! She is laugh out loud hilarity. The trials and tribulations of her nunga nungas, her boy entrancers and her ability to make all things into an osity is genius! I would love to go to Swiss Cheese land or Kiwi A go go with this chick.
So people that is my birthday wish, send me on a trip with Georgia Nicholson!!
I do not encourage violence nor I am advocating crime, this is just my point of view. It may be offensive to some, but I am entitled to it. If you don’t agree with what I have to fine, you are entitled to that. But this is my piece and this is how I see it.
I have been a hip hop head since the age of 10. The first rap song I ever heard was ‘She Swallowed It’ by Slick Rick. Not appropriate for a 10 year old, true but I was hooked nevertheless. Big Daddy Kane, Run DMC, Wu Tang Clang, Biggie Smalls – I love them all. But I am not pleased with the way that hip hop is going and I have to get this off my chest.
But that’s just my opinion.
But I can’t sleep in sweats, the pants bunch up around my knees and because the sweat shirts I wear are XXL, the arms then to choke me at night. So come time to crawl into bed, I am crawling into the coldest bed on the planet (or at least that’s what it feels like to me). So I found these fleece sheets that I want to buy and they are on SALE!!
I love sales!
Milhouse won’t let me get them though. It has nothing to do with the price, it’s because as cold as I am he’s always hot. He’d shovel snow in shorts if he could. So because he may sweat to death, he has vetoed my request for fleece sheets. Now he just has to deal with my constant complaining about how cold I am.
When I put my food in the communal refrigerator it is not for you to take. It is still my food even though it is in the fridge that everyone uses. I am not nominating my yogurt to be your mid afternoon snack.
Stop taking it!! It is mine. My name is on it for a reason. I bring it in so that I can eat it in lieu of a chocolate bar. Because of you I am either starving by the time I go home or feeling incredibly guilty for eating a Snickers. Stop messing with my food or else.
If I catch you stealing my yogurt again I will resort to the punishments from way back when and cut of your hand.
If you think I am kidding, just try me.
Take your damn phone off speaker. I do not need nor do I want to hear your conversation. I do not find your lame sales jokes entertaining nor do I enjoy listening to the instrumental music that plays when you are on hold.
Put your cell phone on vibrate. You are not superman; I do not need to hear the superman theme song every time someone calls you. Also, if you are avoiding a call hit ignore, don’t let you phone just keep ringing. If you don’t start picking up calls you run the risk of me walking over, and answering your damn phone, and you don’t want that.
Stop humming. I can hear you!! Dude, you really have to quit with the humming. At first it was mildly amusing but now it is just plain annoying. I realize you like whatever song it is you are listening to but I don’t need to hear your version over and over again.
Rant over, I am going to go eat a chocolate bar now.
The man hasn’t been gone 24 hours yet and there are already at least 5 people brown nosing the GM trying to get an ‘in’ on the job. Just about all the sales guys have decided that they are qualified and are sucking up so much that their lips are in a permanent pucker.
It’s quite a sight to see….
I started off the day feeling this way and I really want today to end now. I am having a totally and completely yucky day.
- I’m sick and I feel miserable. Someone has stuck cotton balls up my nose, marshmallows in my ears, and hit me on the head with a skillet.
- The motherfrickin’ daycare feels the need to send my son home every time they have to change his diaper more than three times in a day. He poops and tinkles – GET OVER IT!! Put on latex gloves and deal with it. I pay you over $1000 a month, earn your damn money.
- My boss and his boss are out so I am holding down the fort. This means I spend most of my day dealing with their clients and saying, ‘sorry it’s just me today, I’ll let them know you called/emailed/or stopped by’. I ain’t no secretary but when they’re away I morph into one.
- I have to work late. As a result of the mother frickin daycare’s inability to deal with poop, I had to run out of work for an hour and a half to pick up my son and drop him off at my moms and then come back. I have to make up that time now and leave a half an hour later than I normally would, and get jammed up in rush hour because of it.
I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep but the way this day is going, that is not going to happen for awhile.
So I digress, my latest reason for my list of crazy behaviour is radio morning shows. I am not loyal to anyone radio station, and I listen to three different morning shows on my drive in. Whichever one is funniest that day is the one I listen to, which is not crazy behaviour.
The crazy behaviour is me sitting in my car in the office parking lot laughing hysterically. I tend to do this a lot because for some reason the co-hosts get funnier the closer I get to the office, and by the time I park I am laughing uncontrollably.
I know that my coworkers see me and probably think that I am not all there and those of them that have been here for a long time are probably used to it. But I need that laugh before I come in and get bombarded with their stupidity and idiotic questions.
Family wise; I’m good. I would like to have another baby but just not right now, it would be too expensive right now. Maybe when Destructo turns three, that way he can go to school and we can afford daycare for the new baby.
Career wise; I’m not so good. How in the hell did I end up here?!?!? My heart isn’t in it, I definitely didn’t go to school for this, really and truly I hate it, so why I am doing it?!
I would love to get into a museum or a library but I am not willing to take a pay cut. If I leave to start something new I will have to take a pay cut and I can’t afford that right now. So I am stuck here being miserable and blogging about it.
Lately, everyone has been getting on my nerves. I don’t know if it’s just me or if everyone has lost all tactfulness. Just about everyone I speak to or email is coming back with rude, obnoxious, or just plain ignorant responses. I have to bite my tongue from cussing and think of tactful ways to call them jackasses. It gets tedious and things would be easier if they just exercised some elegance.
Am I the only person on the planet that still mines there P’s & Q’s or has politeness gone out the window?
That ain’t gonna happen. Within an hour of me getting up I am on the road. So I am thinking maybe I should start making smoothies or something for the ride in. At least that way I have my first meal early in the a.m.
But I don’t know….
Dun dun dun
The same…..155lbs……nothing has changed yet. I was hoping for at least two pounds but no such luck.
Please ensure that you wash your hands after using the potty. It is quite disgusting that you do not wash your hands after each and every visit to the potty.
If you choose not to wash your hands, please refrain from touching me. I do not appreciate having my hair or clothing pawed by grimy hands.
I got to leave work early so that I could get baby from the daycare, drop him at home and then go back to the class and take the test.
Let me put my timeline into perspective for you, I left work at 4:30pm and class started at 6pm. The class was literally two blocks from baby’s daycare but because Milhouse can’t leave work early to get him, I do it (that may change though or at least on test days). I live about 30 minutes away from the daycare and 32 minutes away from the class. So that hour and a half is stretched really tight. So yesterday when I needed the timing to be precise Murphy’s Law kicked in.
· On the way to the daycare - there was traffic and construction outside work because of the movie shoot. Instead of taking me 10 minutes to get to the daycare it took me 25.
· On the way home - there was a major accident that closed down one highway and the other highway was closed for repairs. So instead of it taking me a half an hour to get home it took me almost an hour.
· On the way to class – there was construction on the roads that caused major slow downs. So instead of taking 20 minutes to get to class it took 35.
So my sister and I were about a half an hour late for a 45 minute test!!! Good thing we’re as smart as we are, because we rocked it and finished the test in time.
Just cause its Tuesday…..
1. I rely on spell check way too much. I’m getting lazy and letting the computer fix my mistakes instead of doing it myself.
2. I drink watered down instant coffee. In the morning I make a cup of instant coffee with 6 sugars. By the time I get halfway through my mug, its cold, so I just refill my cup with hot water, I don’t add anymore coffee or sugar though. I do this about three times a day, everyday.
3. I spend the majority of my day bare foot. Yes, I work in an office and yes, I wear shoes when I am walking around (sometimes). But when I sitting at my desk, I am barefooted.
4. I have no patience for stupid people. My time is too precious to waste on truly dumb people.
5. I always have a piece of paper and a pen on hand. I have all kinds of random thoughts running through my head and sometimes I manage to catch a few and write them down.
There is this Swiss chef that is changing his menu to ensure that his soups, sauces, and gravies contain 75%
Take a guess
Wait for it
Pro: my boss’ boss is buying me ice cream. I get a single scoop of double fudge brownie.
Con: the politics here are extreme. There is all kinds of backstabbing and scheming going on.
Con: all this ice cream and cake is getting me fat.
I don’t know what to do???
I just want to go home to my baby. I can even deal with the crazy puppy and sickie Milhouse. I just don’t want to deal with this class.
You know what I want – a paycheck. Plain and simple. No corner office, no company car, no coporate credit card - just my paycheck (slightly larger than it is now of course).
Is that too much to ask???
P.S. If that chickie tries to copy my notes again, I will bop her in the nose.
There is a lady that works here that wears the same clothes for days, I will call her Lulubelle. Take today for example: Lulebelle is wearing a really cute black and beige dress. I think it is adorable, very appropriate for fall and fashionable. My problem with this is she has been wearing the same dress for the last three days!!
I can understand liking something and wanting to wear it everyday but this is a bit much. And this isn’t the first time she’s done something like this. She is a trainer and whenever she has to do training whether it is two day training or two week training, she will wear the same thing throughout the entire course.
I find that incredibly icky and I can’t of a PC way to tell her that she is icky. Maybe I will just leave an anonymous note on her desk.
You’re icky. Change your clothes.
You think that would work??
Were the inventors just trying to be creative or were these foods actually made with these things, once upon a time. Not that I am keen on eating dog, but it almost feels like false advertising. It’s like calling something strawberry shortcake but it’s made with broccoli. The names should be more accurate.
I have been a very good girl this year, and I have a couple of things that I feel I deserve.
Secondly, I would like a genie. The magic lamp attachment is optional, the genie could reside in a shoe box or a toaster, I am not picky.
And lastly, this is the most important one. What I really, really want is my own island!
I want to live on my own island somewhere in the Caribbean. It does not have to be a very big island, just one big enough to hold my house and maybe an ice cream shop because I can not live without ice cream. I would like the island to have white sand beaches with turquoise blue water, lush green coconut trees and hibiscus bushes scattered throughout.
*steps on scale*
Wow! That’s way more than I expected. It turns out that I weigh 155 pounds. Definitely quite a bit heavier than my pre-pregnancy days, hell quite a bit heavier than my post pregnancy days! Right after I had Destructo I was down to 145. I weigh now what I weighed when I was seven months pregnant.
I definitely feel crappy right now, but hey this is incentive for me not to eat that chocolate bar and focus on getting healthier.
So I am going to revise my goal and timeline. I want to lose 30 pounds by December 22. 30 pounds in three months is possible, I just have to change everything I know…
Maybe it’s time I start looking for something else….
[ ] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[x] You own/owned perfume that cost over $60
[x] You had/have fake nails
[ ] You have more body/hair products than you can use
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp
[ ] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper
[ ] Have a hair color that is not your natural color
[x] "blonde moments" at least once a day
[ ] Constantly keep your phone at your side
[x] Dance around in your room when nobody else is home
[ ] Refuse to go out in public without makeup
Total So Far: 4
DO YOU ADORE:
[ ] Makeup
[ ] Glitter
[ ] The color pink
[ ] Jewelry
[ ] Mirrors
[ ] Chick flicks
[ ] Rainbows
[ ] Unicorns
[ ] Disney Movies
[ ] Candles
[ ] Stuffed Animals
Total So Far: 8
DO YOU SHOP AT:
[ ] American Eagle
[ ] Warehouse
[ ] Abercrombie & Fitch
[ ] Coast
[ ] Claire's
[ ] Express
[ ] Garage
[ ] MAC
[ ] Sephora
[ ] Bebe
Total So Far: 8
DO YOU SAY:
[x] Oh God
[ ] That's hot
[ ] Really though
[ ] Darling
[ ] Psh
[ ] Cutie
[ ] Hottie
[ ] For Sure
[ ] Skank
[ ] Fabulous
[ ] Fantastic
Total So Far: 13
Do You Read:
[ ] Seventeen
[ ] Cosmopolitan
[ ] Glamour
[ ] Marie Claire
[ ] Elle Girl
[ ] Teen Vogue
[ ] People
[ ] Us Weekly
[ ] Self
[ ] Dlisted.com
[ ] 17online.com
[ ] people.com
[ ] usmagazine.com
[ ] popsugar.com
[ ] Pink Is The New Blog.com
Total So Far: 15
You Love These Movies:
[ ] Legally Blonde
[ ] Elizabethtown
[ ] Mean Girls
[x] Now & Then
[x] The Notebook
[ ] A Walk to Remember
[ ] Sweet Home Alabama
[ ] Where the Heart is
[ ] Just my luck
[ ] John Tucker Must Die
[ ] Centerstage
[ ] Bring it On
[x] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
[ ] Mona Lisa Smile
[ ] My Girl
Total So Far: 18
Are you Addicted to...
[ ] LOST
[ ] America's Next Top Model
[ ] Project Runway
[ ] Desperate Housewives
[ ] The Simple Life
[ ] PCD present: GiRLiCiOUS
[ ] 8th & Ocean
[ ] Grey's Anatomy
[ ] The O.C.
[ ] Laguna Beach/The Hills
[ ] House
[ ] Gilmore Girls
[ ] Veronica Mars
COUNT UP HOW MANY YOU CHECKED. THAT IS YOUR PERCENTAGE
Ah duh, I could’ve told you that!!
In high school, and university I was pretty. I made an effort in how and I looked. When I started working that all changed. I stopped worrying about my hair, my make up and my clothes. I got into a rut. And now the rut is really deep.
So I am making this promise and setting a deadline. I am going to get fit and healthy again. By November 15, I want to have lost 20 pounds. 10 pounds a month, is possible, I just have to put my mind to it. I am going to try to exercise some more and feel better about myself. I am going to make an effort on myself.
So here I go....wish me luck!
You'll notice some changes, firstly with the layout. I think this one is more me, but I am finicky and I may change it to something else in a little while. And the content. I am going to focus more on the things that I like, and my life outside my roles as mother and partner.
Mind you, I am still a mother and wife so those things may creep into my entries at times.
Hope you like it and feel free to take a gander at melidworld.com and let me know what you think.
I am liking the new site. I need to figure out the content though.
- The new layout is up ~ THANKS KEVIN!!
- Started blogging on it but the entries are coming in pretty slow.
- Trying to figure out how to encorporate Foodie Fanatic into it, rather than having a completely seperate blog.
- Still trying to figure out how to get my blog roll on it, the way I like.
Will keep you updated on my progrees, but feel free to check it out.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I hate the fact that I have 17 pages of homework to do. I hate the fact that we have a quiz next week. And I hate the fact that the textbook weighs 25 pounds.
But other than that, it was alright.
I hated the fact that by the time I got home baby was asleep. I hate the fact that I only got to see him for like 10 minutes. I hate the fact that I didn’t get to give him a bath, feed him dinner, or put him to bed. I hate the fact that I only got to see Milhouse for 20 minutes before I crawled into bed and fell asleep. I hate the fact that I didn’t get to eat dinner. I hate the fact that the class is 4 hours long, with only 2 ten minute breaks. I hate the fact that the air condition in the class was set to igloo. I hate the fact that the chickie beside spent the night copying my notes.
But other than that, it was alright.
P.S. How do you eat a tomato?
I don’t get it all the women that work here are suits, so self absorbed and only concerned with appearance but then they go into the bathroom and turn into nasty truck drivers. I have gone so far as to send a message to administration about the condition of the bathrooms and nothing has been done. So until something changes I am not going to go potty here anymore.
You think that would fly??
How I despise thee.
You are the bearer of yucky fruit,
And a ton of bumblebees to boot.
How I wish they would cut you down
But alas you’re still around.
There are all these things that pop into your head, all these scary things are and how she was going to handle them. OK they are not that terribly frightening for an adult but for a six year old…
Where is going to sit?
Who is she going to sit with?
What is going to happen when she gets off the bus?
Would she know what bus to get on when its time to leave?
Would she know what stop to get off on or would she be wondering some strange street in search of her mommy?
Who would she eat lunch with?
Would she eat her lunch?
Is she going to make friends?
How is going to handle bullies?
Are there cliques in grade 1 or does everyone just get along?
Would the older kids pick on her?
Who would she play with?
What if she doesn’t have anyone to play with?
Ai 1st grade is so scary!!
P.S. She did wonderfully
OK, I realize that I was freaking out over nothing. My niece had a great first day and *knock wood* she is liking school.
But really what did I expect, she’s a genius and a super friendly kid. I know she’ll do awesome.
And its been fiyah eva since!!
Happy Anniversary Milhouse!!
I LOVE YOU!!!
You're lucky it's Tuesday!
Yesterday they had a wedding ‘shower’ for one of the people over there and they didn’t invite me. How friggin rude is that?! Whenever we have anything we call them over, we even cater for them. I know the dude who’s getting married, we’re not friends but I don’t want to see him hit by a bus either. They catered for 45 and there are only 22 of them. Why in the hell couldn’t they just stick their head over and say – M come over there’s lots of food and you’re all by yourself.
I’m not impressed! Let them come over and try to raid my candy drawer; I’ll very politely let them know that their dept should get their own!!
- None of my clothes fit. I have two choices. I can either wear huge dresses that make me look 100 months pregnant or clothes that are too tight and make me look 100 months pregnant. I usually opt for the huge dresses.
- I think my brain has turned into a giant mushball and I have lost any intelligence that I once possessed. Sometimes I listen to myself and I can’t believe this is me talking. It’s not mommy brain and it’s not even blondism, it is just mush ballism.
- My boss has made it mandatory that I take a class after work. I really don’t want to take it. It is from 6om to 10pm so I miss out on an entire evening with my son. They are paying my tuition so that part is OK, but I really don’t want to go.
- Further to #3, those stupid classes fall on the same night as the one and only exercise class that I wanted to take. Now I can’t go and I am really ticked about it.
- I burned my hand pouring tea this morning. I’m fine but it still stings.
2 pairs of pants (one black and one dark grey)
4 – 5 work appropriate t-shirts (I hate button down shirts, I have been getting away with t-shirts for a while and I am hoping to keep getting away with them)
2 – 3 light sweaters (I like layers)
1 black cardigan (but not an old lady one)
It doesn’t look like much but believe me this is going to come to at least $200! GGGGRRRRRR!!!!!
Here are my issues:
Beybee is still on the bottle -
According to my mother of all toddler books, beybee should be weaned off the bottle by now. But I just can’t do it. Does this mean that I am a bad mom? Am I scarring my child for life? Will he grow up and accumulate so outlandish therapy bill because he wasn’t weaned by 15 months?? I just wanna be a good mommy!!
Potty training 101 -
Beybee has started squatting when he goes poo. He walks over to the potty, opens it up and sits on it and when nothing happens he walks away. These are all signs that he is ready to be potty trained (as per the book) but it doesn’t say exactly how to potty train. Am I supposed to put him into training pants? How long is he supposed to sit on the potty for? Should I take the potty to daycare and have him use it there too? Also, what if I am misinterpreting his queues and he’s not ready? But what if I am not misinterpreting his queues and he is ready and I don’t start training him? Once again, I just wanna be a good mommy.
I hate my hair and I’m fat!
2. like it – It’s OK, if you like being called a bumblebee princess
4. zodiac sign - Sag
5. male or female – Female
6. elementary – Caroni H.S & Parkdale P.S.
7. middle – Parkdale P.S.
8. high – West Toronto C.I. / B.S.S.
9. college – I went to uni
10. hair color – black
11. eye color – Black
12. hair length – shoulder
13. current worries – there’s how much owing on my credit card!!!
14. race – Coolie (I am NOT East Indian, I am WEST Indian)
15. are you a health freak – I have 50+ mini choclate bars in my top drawer right now, what do you think?
16. height – 5'4”
17. do you have a crush on someone – do celebrities count?
18. do you like yourself – kinda, sorta
19. piercings – I did, but I had to take it out.
20. tattoos – yup
21. righty or lefty – Righty
22. first surgery – my kidney
23. first piercings – ear
24. first friend – in Canada: Pat, In Trinidad: Sita, in life: Leese
25. first award – outstanding achievement in Grade 6
26. first sport – um, no
27. first pet – Joey
28. first vacation – Disney World in Orlando
29. first teacher – Miss Caddoo, C.H.S
30. first crush – Ravi Sookdeo in grade 4
THIS OR THAT
31. orange or apple juice – apple
32. rock or rap – rap
33. SKA or screamo – huh?
34. n*sync or backstreet boys – bsb
35. britney spears or christina aguliera – x-tina
36. night or day – day
37. sun or moon – sun
38. tv or internet – neither, book
39. playstation or xbox – neither, book
40. kiss or hug – both
41. iguana or turtle – iguana
42. spider or bee – either / or
43. fall or spring - spring
44. Limewire or iTune - iTunes
46. soccer or baseball - soccer
50. drinking – tea
51. im about to – run some reports
52. listening – to Virginia
53. singing – When I grow up by PCD (in my head not out loud though)
54. typing – this thing and an email to a client
55. want kids – got one thanks
56. when – about 15 months ago
57. want to get married – done that too
58. when – about 2 years ago
59. where do you want to live – on my own island guarded by sharks
60. how many kids do you want – One’s good for now
61. any name on the mind – Marcus is gone but I still have dibs on Avinash
62. what did you want to be when you were little – a scientist that won the Nobel prize
63. what did you think you'll be doing – crazy experiments and saving the world
64. mellow future or wild – mellow
66. something you would never try – fire eating
67. when do you wanna die – when its time
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX
68. lips or eyes – eyes
69. hugging or kissing - both
70. fatter or skinnier – makes no difference
71. tan skinned or light – either / or
72. romantic or spontaneous – both
73. dark or light hair – shaved!!!
74. good looking or bad looking – huh?
75. hook-up or relationship - relationship
76. similar to you or different – different in a similar way
HAVE YOU EVER
78. kissed a stranger – nope
79. drank bubbles – yep
80. broken a bone – sprained not broken
81. climbed up a tree – nope
82. broken someones heart – I dunno
83. turned someone down – all the time
84. had your heart broken – yeppers, the bastard!! (I kid)
85. liked a friend as more than a friend – nope
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
86. yourself - yep
87. miracles – yep
88. love at first sight – yep but not the kind they show in movies
89. santa claus – of course
90. kiss on first date – yup
91. angels – uh huh, I got two
92. is there one or more people you want to be with right now – yep
93. who is it – Destructo, the overlord of all things breakable
94. like someone - yeppers
95. text message – Stinky, last night
96. received call – Leese
97. call made - Home
98. facebook message - Candy
99. missed call - Leese
100. last hungout with?- Stinky Binky and her mom
An attractive, healthy, and very sexy mother! Usually a young woman or sometimes a really gorgeous and hot middle aged mother. Yummy mummies usually wear trendy clothes, have great hairstyles and always look fabulous.
Beybee’s daycare has a lot of these. I am not one of them but I am definitely a frumpy mummy next to them. I prefer sweat pants to dress pants and haven’t worn high heels since before I was pregnant (beybee is 15 months old! You do the math). Heck, I’m wearing flip flops now and I am dreading Fall because I won’t be able to wear them anymore. The yummy mummies at the daycare have toned physiques and are always immaculately coiffed with the snazziest clothes & beautiful shoes.
My question is – how do they do it? The days aren’t long enough for me to get everything that I need to get done, done. My days are comprised on getting up at the break of dawn (6:30am!!! The alarm goes off at 6am but I just can’t do that), then its into warp speed to get ready for work, get beybee ready for daycare and get our butts out of the house by 7:10am to beat the morning traffic. After a 9 hour work day and a 30 minute commute (each way), its home to make dinner, give beybee a bath, play for a bit, and then bedtime. Once beybee is in bed I shower, and eat – then I clean (as best as I can) and pack up lunches for the next day and then sleep. Repeat process.
I don’t have the time or energy to get my hair and nails done. Nor do I have to time to get my flabby butt to the gym or even workout at home. So to all you yummy mummies out there – how do you it?!? Please share your secret with us frumpies.
In an average work week I have 2 – 3 random people come up and ask me for help with stuff. I don’t mind, shoot me an email or walk over to my desk; lemme know what you need and I will try my best to help you. Generally I welcome the break from my day to day and to be honest it makes me feel smart. So I usually don’t blow off my co-workers if they need my input. But there are those people that I would rather not help. The ones that turn their face when then you pass them in the hallway or bathroom but are suddenly your best friend when they need something.
The people that feel the need to ‘butter me up’ when they need something just ticks me off.
Don’t come up to me and ask if I’ve lost weight; I haven’t, what do you want?!
Don’t come up to me and ask if I’ve done something to my hair or bought new shoes; I haven’t, what do you want?!
Don’t come up to me and ask about my son; you don’t like kids, what do you want?!
Don’t come up to me and ask about my weekend, vacation or days off; it rained, what do you want?!
People: just spit it out. Let me know what you need. There is no need for small talk or chit chat. A simple: Meli would you be able to help me with xxx, will suffice. I don’t look for any praise after I’ve helped you please so don’t b.s. me before I help you.
When they came back they had news about the horse that snapped at me. Apparently the crazy horse was segregated from the other horses and donkeys. It seems that he has been nipping at a lot of people, not just me. So they moved him into his own pen away from everything.
Which made me wonder – what happened to this horse that made it so angry? Was it tormented constantly over the last little while or is it just a mean spirited horse? And what’s going to happen now. The petting zoo can’t keep a horse around little kids that keeps snapping, can they? What happens if someone gets bitten?
I am going to do some research and find out what happens to animals in this situation.
To me it feels like we’ve been married for like 45 years! And I don’t mean this in a bad way. It just feels like I’ve known him all my life, and according to him I almost practically just about have. That doesn’t meant that there aren’t times when I feel like whacking him in the head with a wet noodle because he forgot to clean the lint trap or lost all my clothes (see previous laundry related posts) but it feels like we’ve been together since time. I know for a fact that we are not one of those overly affectionate couples; we don’t keep track of the anniversary of our first kiss or have a ‘special’ song or anything. Goodness – to this day I am not sure when we started dating. I know it was a long time ago but I have no idea on the exact date. In fact a lot of people think that we are arguing a lot of the time but we aren’t, it’s just the way that we talk to each other. It’s not rude or demeaning or anything, we’re just loud. OK – I’m just loud, and he’s the reserved type. He doesn’t really say much, just kind of lets me go off on a tangent about whatever and will comment when he is sure I am done. I don’t think that we’re opposites, but we’re not the same, we just seem to fit together. We hug, we fight, we laugh, we know each other, and yes we have our moments where we finish each others sentences or say things the same. I don’t think that we’ve experienced some sort of metamorphosis where we’ve turned into each other because we spend so much time together. We’re just us.
I know that this anniversary won’t be filled with mushiness, and a whole bunch of lovey dovey sentiments: I’ll probably order a pizza for him and he’ll probably fold some laundry for me, nothing super fancy. But that’s just us. I think as you get older the mushy stuff isn’t as important as just spending time together. And that’s what I mean about us being married forever, we’ve been doing that since day one. I love him, he loves me and we’ve been doing this for forever, and will probably keep doing this for forever.
* I apologize if this has turned into an overly mushy post, I didn’t intend it to be. *
Firstly, it’s not the horse’s fault that it tried to bite me. The horse was probably in a bad mood when it snapped at me. Either it was being tormented by some kids and/or adults prior to us getting there, which resulted in it taking its anger out on me. Or maybe my voice annoyed it. I have been told that my voice can be annoying at times, so maybe it annoyed the horse and it snapping at me was his way of shutting me up. Or maybe it was cranky and just tired of being bombarded by people. Whatever the reason, I don’t blame the horse.
This being said; I think that I am traumatized. I have no desire to go back to the petting zoo and see that horse again. I am actually a little afraid of seeing the horse again because if it gets ticked at me again, it could probably hurt me if it wanted to. So I am seriously thinking about not going to the petting zoo the next time that hubby takes the baybee. But then I feel guilty about that because I will be missing out on an excursion just because I am a big chicken. I am not sure what I am going to do.
Maybe I can just hang out with the goats or I wonder if they have horse therapy??