Monday, September 20, 2010

Another day older and deeper in debt

        I stopped being excited about birthdays around 25. I started disliking them around 30, and I absolutely lost my CRAP last year when I turned 32. How did this happen? I'm older, and it just keeps happening. Now, getting older isn't all bad. I have a much larger selection of shoes. I have excellent credit. I have reeeeeallly excellent insurance coverage. I have better hair.. And... most importantly..the rumor is.. I'm supposed to be wiser. I don't feel wiser. In fact, I feel like I should definitely know more to be this age. I should know stuff about stuff. Meaningless but "I'm in my thirties, so I know that" stuff.  Like what an amortization rate is and what is the gestation rate of whales... ( I don't know these things, obviously)  I went to a doctors appointment the other day and they told me I was 5 '5 3/4... Um, EXCUSE me.. I am 5 '6. That's what the license says.  Am I shrinking already? Uncool. I guess I'm hopeful that this year contains fun, and love, and a little more wisdom. I'm hopeful that it contains girls nights out, and hugs from my loved ones, and the occasional ice cream cone. I'm hopeful that it contains a bright light at the end of the tunnel that is NOT a oncoming TRAIN. Also, in related news, I'm hopeful that I grow 1/4 of an inch. Because my license says 5 '6.. and by GOD that's how tall I am. Jus sayin.


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Weell.....it's THAT time of year....

Yep. It's Fall. yay. Skippy. dippy. etc... I don't get excited like everyone else does anymore. First of all ... let's be honest, winter fashion isn't as fun as there are WAY more layers... and it COMING. The COLD. It's on it's WAY. EWE. I don't love it. Why does everyone love it? What about open toed shoes and strappy tops? For the love of GOD WHY? I understand why some love that football starts again. Football and I have made our peace. I've watched approximately enough to tell you what works, what defense is failing, and why...and... it couldn't mean less... because, I have decided I will no longer sit in the cold and SUFFER to watch a team. If you want me to root for you, you have to play from now until October and then I am OUT. Get someone else to yell for you, I will be home, with a BLANKET, waiting for the horror of winter to fade, which it WON"T for the next three to four months. EWE. Have I mentioned EWE?!?!  Soo.. what is it about fall that sucks everyone in? I think it's the promise... the "hey, come on, it will feel so gooooooood" line that fall uses to suck us in. It does not. Nu huh.  Not when January hits and there is no HOPE evah of new cute strappy shoes... ( I tend to get a lil dramatic, but you get the point) Anyways... Boo Fall. I can't wait for SUMMER to come back around. The land of bathing suites, and cute strappy shoes, and crazy tops and... did I mention the amazing shoes??... Anyways, Fall is here, it's THAT time of year. Yippy, skippy... please excuse me as I cry hysterically and cling to my fun shoes... jus sayin.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Like Nancy Reagan said...Just say NO...


I can't say no. I've tried. It starts to come out...nnnn..... and then turns out all yyyyeeessss.... I'm working on this because frankly, I'm exhausted. I am pretty much a full time student, a full time mom, and I just found out that I'm going to be room mom for my sons preschool class. I didn't know this of course, it was a SURPRISE.. An honor actually... but..still....OMGEEZZZ... because, on top of not being able to say NO ever... I have no organizational skillz to speak of. I love people.I'm a social gal. It's true... but I can't organize them worth a flip. I am the person that takes ten shifts on field day, because I'm just too tired of trying to figure out who can help. And frankly, I don't like to ask... because someone might say...NO... and then I'll be all impressed and jealous and stuff. I have decided after some very good advice to say NO to the very next thing I'm asked to do....till I get asked to do it, and then I'll cave like a three hour diet.... Anyways, my point isn't to whine. No really, it's to VENT.. LOTS of mommas out there are working twice as hard as me, but it's  because saying NO is a skill, one I'd like to have... soon, reeeeaaalll soon. So here is what I'm thinking. I'm gonna have a NO week. I'm going to say no to absolutely everything I am asked to do. Can I clean up? NO. Can I check your homework? NO. Can I cook you dinner? NO. Can I stop by the post office? Um, NO. Can I wipe your a$$?  Helllzzz NOOOO. I am thinking I'll get to around day three before I cave...but It could get reeeeaaal interesting round heah folks.... jus sayin.