Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving from your favorite scarf wearing man


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Deal with it

I love Thanksgiving. I probably love eating stuffing and candied yams more than most. I am thankful for millions of things. I like Pilgrims and I love Indians. Listening to Christmas music and buying my Christmas tree the week of Thanksgiving does not change any of these things. In no way am I "skipping" Thanksgiving by preparing for Christmas early. I decorate and make my house smell good to bring the Christmas spirit into my home. Cause really, you should be feeling the Christmas love all year round anyway. I can't think of a better way to bring the spirit in than by hearing the Karen Carpenter sing about a man in Tennessee.

If you feel the urge to say something against an early Christmas. Just don't.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Dead

UPDATE: TURNS OUT IT JUST NEEDED TO BE CHARGED.


I colored my hair to match my mood. Dark. I am in ipod mourning. It died after three magical years together. ipod has accumulated music from various computers over the years and I don't know how to recover this music. Especially since it won't turn on.

Deep depression.

I don't want a new, cool itouch or one that can take pictures. I just want my simple musical companion back. CD's suck so I won't even consider that as an option.

Funeral services will be held today starting now until, well, until I get a new one I guess.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Carrie

This song gives me goosebumps and makes me bawl every time.

It was two weeks after the day she turned 18
all dressed in white
going to the church that night
she had his box of letters in the passenger seat
A six pence in her shoe
something borrowed, something blue
And when the church opened up wide
she put her veil down trying to hide the tears
oh she just couldn't believe it
She heard the trumpets from the military band
And the flowers fell out of her hand
Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever
Now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
The preacher man said, "Let's bow our heads and pray"
"Lord please lift his soul and heal this heart"
Then the congregation all stood up and sang
The saddest song that she'd ever heard
Then they handed her a folded up flag
And she held on to all she had left of him
oh and what could have been
Then the guns rang out one last shot
And it felt like a bullet in her heart
Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever
Now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dilemas

Hey Milk Duds.
Why do you have to be so hard to eat? I don't like candy that taste so good but sticks to my teeth all day. I try to like you but I just don't see us working out. It's not me. It's you.

Yo Yogurt.
I am starving and you are two weeks past expiration. You smell fine but look a little chunkier than normal. I wonder if you taste ok...hmmm, you do. If I am running to the ladies room in an hour, I'll know who to blame.

Monday, November 16, 2009

PO


Am I the only one who sees something politically incorrect with this sign?
Seems pretty exclusive to me.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dab

Nervous sweats are now a thing of the past I declare! I don't know how many chances I have given Secret but I have had it up to here. Secret just plain sucks. Dove was good while it lasted but that's the problem. It didn't last. When I get nervous/embarrassed/center of attention/put on trial/looked at, I go red. Not just a cute blushy shade of pink. This is full on Purple, lose your features RED. Once it starts, there is no controlling it. It usually just get worse because then I start to stress about how red I am getting and how everyone is noticing and how they are starting to feel awkward because they can see how awkward I am. And it doesn't just stop at red. I sweat. Face and pits. I break out in a blotchy mess on my chest. Along with the blotchyness comes an ANNOYING fake laugh to distract people from Tomato face and I end up talking way too much. It's horrible. It's been getting worse lately. No matter what I try or how much I try to control these ridiculous outbursts, nothing works. Until this little dear...



It's still in the first few hours of our trial run together and already
I feel like a new and dry woman.
Oh don't worry. The red, high pitched laugh, word vomit, and face sweats are still EVER
present but this gives me. Hope.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

High

This was on my post-op instructions paper. I don't know what a girl with a hook for hand has to do with Wisdom Teeth but I like it.
Oh this is no big deal

He sure loves me.
Number one reason to go to Dr. McBee



Happy?

The doctor gave me laughing gas before I got my IV. 10 big whiffs of this stuff and I was out.
The doctor prefaced his administering of the sleep medication by saying, "Now for Michael Jackson's drug of choice".
I apparently thought it was hilarious. I also apparently thought waking up from surgery was hilarious. Like 20 minutes of laughing hilarious. Tyler could hear me from the waiting room.



Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thoughts on a subject I know zero about

I think people have a natural tendency to want to touch each other. Bear hugging your mechanic or cuddling with your fellow Macey's shoppers might be a bit awkward; but for the most part, physical touch makes you feel good.
I think when women are pregnant, it gives people an excuse to touch. Like the baby invites family members, strangers and friends to connect.
Most of the current or past pregnant women I know have mentioned or complained about people feeling justified to rub their bellies in any social setting. They feel it is an invasion of privacy. I see their point but I don't think I will mind it.
Humans like to connect and touching is a simple and effective way of doing it. I think if people want to rub my stomach, I will happily let them because to me, that means they want to connect with me. That makes me happy.

Hey Everyone. My little big sister is getting married

http://soimarriedacanuck.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Message for the Single Ladies

If at age 30, he still wears a name tag to work. That's a deal breaker.


Also. Is it wrong that I started listening to Christmas music? Just because it's themed, doesn't mean it's not good all year round.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Stepford

The only picture from Halloween.
Which is sad because I look really annoying.