I Am Woman

Hear me Roar!!!!!!!!!!

I am very excited that in about two hours my new bedroom set is being delivered. I think that this is the very first brand new complete bedroom set that I have ever had. (Mom and dad, if that is not an accurate account of my wonderful childhood, I do apologize.)

Anyway… because it is being delivered today, I had to clear out my bedroom last night to make room. I busted out my tool set and took down the bed, then moved it all by myself to the living room. Then I moved my extremely heavy dresser, only after moving the extremely heavy TV off of it.

There were a few times when I was trying to get the screws out of the bed post that I was getting pissed and wanted to run to my phone and call the first male in the list… but nope! I handled my business.

Nothing is gonna stand in my way!!!

Easily Distracted

As I pointed out in my post yesterday, the walls at my office are paper thin. Most of the time it is not really a problem and I can stay focused... I don't know if it is because it is close to the holidays or what, but today I just couldn't stay focused. Every other conversation that was going on was totally distracting me.

It was about lunch time and since I happen to be out of groceries and didn't pack a lunch, I decided to go to this little Chinease place close by to sit and read through some work stuff. The lady sat me in a seat at the very back with only one table of people nearby. My plan was going to work, I thought! Nope, not so fast... I had just started reading the first document when I heard "He is a bipoloar meth addict"... Easily distracted or not, if you hear something like that, you are going to listen, right?!?! So, for about the next hour, I ate my hot and sour soup while listening to the most sordid family drama I have ever heard. Meth addicts, divorces, under acheiving sons that have exhausted their ability to borrow money... it was good!

I flipped the pages of my document, so as not to be too obvious... but very little work got accomplished.

Mad As a Hornet

Generally speaking, I don't really get in bad moods a lot. I get incredibly annoyed by really stupid things like eating noises, drinking noises, breathing heavy, smells, sneezing/coughing, etc... (I am not painting a very good picture of myself, it seems...) But, I just get annoyed by those things, I don't just walk around in a bad mood.

Today, though, I am just in a bad mood. Everything is making me want to pull my hair out. The fact that my office walls are paper thin and I can hear everything that is going on, I spilled coffee on my white shirt, I can't focus on anything, no body has called about my bed and dresser ad that I put on Craiglist, the weather is supposed to be shitty this weekend and that is going to screw up my holiday travel plans... UUUggghhhh....

It is a good thing I don't have any weird drug and/or alcohol additions... because today I would relapse.

And, really, for no reason at all. I need to just pull it together!

It's A Rental!

So, last Friday night was our work holiday party. This is the party that I had to buy a new, identical to all of my others, cocktail dress. Well, I ended up finding a great dress at White House/Black Market... the dress was way to expensive, as are pretty much all clothes at that store, but it was perfect for the night... so I splurged.

While at the restaurant for some reason, I lifted my leg up onto a chair. I think I did this to show a lady my pedicure, because she just showed me hers. In any case, when I lifted up my leg, I heard the dress rip just a little in the back where the little slit was. I really didn't think much of it. I do want to also say that I was careful to not show my vajayjay at the time of lifting the leg... just in case you wandered.

Anyway, back to the story, as the night progressed with getting into and out of the limo and lots and lots of dancing... my little rip continued to unravel. By the time I got home it wasn't a rip at all, the entire back seam of the dress had unraveled. If I had taken down the zipper of the dress the only thing connecting the back would just be the zipper thing. The seam was entirely disconnected and I must say that my ass was entirely exposed. Thankfully this didn't happen all at one time, just little by little... so it didn't slow down my night at all... (It probably should have because as I said, by the time I got home I was completely exposed... but whatev).

In light of this wardrobe malfunction I called the store yesterday and they said I could exchange the dress. But, when I took the dress back I asked if I could just have my money back... after all, I didn't want to chance getting the same dress and having the seam unravel again, right!?!? She said that was fine! So, I got to wear a great dress to a party and then take it back for a full refund. Because the seam issue didn't slow me down at all, I still had a great time, and because of my unnecessary requirement to buy a new dress for every event anyway...this turned out to be the perfect situation!!!

A Life Lesson

I was reading a friend’s Myspace page and she posted a blog about funny things that involve her and her family members. She said something about how she used to sing into a recorder and listen to her voice and then delete it…

This made me think of something funny, but something that I actually think about quite often.

When I was like 8 or 9 years old... maybe a little older but not much, we had this mail lady named Rosie. I thought she was so cool. I have no idea why. Anyway, I wanted to give her something really cool. So, I spent hours (This is my memory, so it could have actually been about 20 minutes or so) recording myself singing church songs into a cassette tape for her. I then packaged the tape with a note in a big envelope so I could draw a really pretty picture on the front. Also on the front of the envelope I put, “To My Freind Rosie”. I was just about to take it out to the mailbox for her to find when out of no where, my older brother confiscated the package. I don’t think I would tell him what it was, it was really none of his business… but I wasn’t able to get away that easily. He made a big deal about how I spelled “Friend” wrong. He explained that Rosie wasn’t my Free-end, she was my friend. And that I was a retard.

So, it was funny to hear that someone else recorded themselves on tape like me (even though I sent mine out into the world, while she was smart enough to erase)… but thanks to that memory, I will never ever spell the word “Friend” wrong again.

An Explanation

As my sister would say… “Nothing that is beautiful is ever perfect.” This rings true with my lovely little blog. I happen to be not only the author of this page, but also the editor. And, as you all know, sometime when you type something you can read it over and over again, but you need a fresh pair of eyes to catch stupid mistakes.

So, when I misuse certain words like: there, their, and they’re or aloud instead of allowed… I do apologize and I can assure you… I know the proper meaning and spelling of said words… I just sometimes get in a hurry.

In short… Suck it!

Haha.

Winter Wonderland, My Ass.

Last night Des Moines was under a winter weather warning for an ice storm. I was stressing at the gym, hoping that I made it home before everything started happening. Luckily, I did and even went to bed with the slight hope that maybe it wouldn’t happen. Not so much! At around 3:00 AM the ice hitting my bedroom window woke me up… so I knew that I was screwed for the drive to work. See previous “Grandma” post.

Sure enough, I turned on the news when I woke up and it was ugly. While I was getting ready for work, I was daydreaming about all the things I would do if my boss called and told me that the roads were too bad to come in. I was planning on having my coffee and finishing a book I need to be done with, watching daytime TV that I never get to watch, and cleaning out my closet. That would have been such a great day.

Unfortunately, because I am an adult now, there was no snow day… So, after a sketchy drive to work, I planted my wet ass at my desk to begin my day.

The wet ass resulted from ice that, of course, fell onto my driver’s seat when I opened the door to my car…