Toto, where's my sparkling vampire?

I drove into work this morning enjoying the rain, listening the my Twilight Saga soundtracks. Good fun, right? I thought so. Someone genius at work burned popcorn and opened the microwave door, sending us all out in the rain. I didn't even get to see any firemen. They turned it into a drill. Hmph. Then, I obviously wore the wrong shoes with all the tornado sirens we had going off. I should have worn the ruby red slippers. Then maybe I wouldn't have been stuck in a room with too many people. At least tomorrow is Friday. Jeans. Tennies. Comfy. I wouldn't even mind more rain.

This is so NOT fair

I'm sick. Again. I'm not even over the cold I had the first time. Add in my springtime allergies and I'm miserable. The first time all the nose running happened the first two days. Now it just happens when it's time to go to bed. I've gone through two boxes of Kleenex in two days. Tomorrow I have to go buy more. I just opened my last box tonight. I spray the front desk down with Lysol after I do breaks. It's a wonder anyone can sleep with all the sneezing and nose blowing I'm doing. I'm not a quiet sneezer. And I sound like a goose with a battle honk when I blow my nose. In this post alone I've used at least 10 Kleenex. I should buy stock. *sigh*

ah, teenagers...

last night monkey told me that she and beatrice have decided reconcile their friendship. i'm glad. i know how much beatrice's friendship meant to monkey, and i was sad to see it go. hopefully things will go better this time. :)

Feed readers

I downloaded the reader my dad recommend for my iPod Touch. It's great but I don't think I can comment on posts. I like being able to do that.

Any other recommendations for a reader for my Touch that will let me comment? Man I miss being online at work. This blows tiddlywinks.

Frustration

My blogwriter on my iPod just ate my post about today. Grr...

Rhetorical questions I'd like answered

Why do drivers that cut you off get mad when you call them out on it?

Why do other parents jump down your throat when they don't think you're doing a good enough job but can't seem to control their child in public?

Why does the chicken want us to continually ask why it's crossing the road? At this point, isn't it old enough to not need someone holding it's wing?

Why can't we all just get along?

Why does the co-worker think he's hot stuff when I have continually pointed out his many faults? Hygenie being at the top of the list. Dude, you stink. No girl wants that in a man. Take a shower. Use soap. Lots of it. Cut your hair regularly. Shave your face. You can't grow a beard. Those sploches make you look like someone played a prank on you but missed your eyebrow. Quit smoking. Throw away your clothes and get some that fit. No. Even the hobo down the street doesn't want your stanky rags. And finally figure out you are just too damn scrawny to drink any more than one beer. When you come to work smelling like a brewery (and not a good one mind you) it makes us all want to vomit. Oh. And he fish in my office. He's mine. I've bought everything for him and cleaned his bowl 10 times more than you. He belongs to me. Now, quit looking at me because you want to tell me some poor taste nerd joke you've already told me at least 12 times. It ain't happenin'.

boo hiss

i don't like this one bit. I'm going to miss everyone except for the 45 minutes i'll be allowed online. i can guarantee y'all this won't improve productivity. it'll just make us all crankier. and i can now say that since i won't be blogging at work anymore. hmph.

a letter to my bad day

dear bad day,

it was a valient effort you made in trying to make my day horrid. first with the drivers who couldn't decide on what speed they wanted to go, then with the spilled chai while putting my cinnamon in it, and finaly my entire venti chai latte spilling all over the rest of me just before i walked into work. but thanks to friends like princess mikkimoto and susan mercedes, and then all the yummy food at work's breakfast potluck (yes, my quiche was a hit -- they ate it all!) i'm finding it hard to care about you anymore. i know you'll understand. we just can't be together today. in the effort to leave you with a positive comment, please try again another time. things like being on time for work make your job just too difficult. i'm sorry. can we still be friends?

cordially,

zeghsy

p.s. on second thought, i'd rather not be friends with you. don't take it personally. it's not you, it's me.

p.p.s. wait, it IS you. you understand. please do not contact me again.

from this point forward...

i hereby banish drama from our lives.

coz frankly i'm sick of it. i have had enough of it to last 10 lifetimes. i am done. done i tell you!

we'll have no more of you, drama. begone. leave and never return.

i know, it's a bit over the top. but, that's what i feel like i need to say. it's my space, i can do that.

oh the drama!

i have to say, i'm pretty happy i'm not a tween anymore. monkey is having trouble with her bestie, beatrice. it seems there was a misunderstanding. poor monkey is flumoxed. she has apologized for her end. she told beatrice she would like one in return for the hurt she caused monkey. unfortunately beatrice doesn't seem to think she needs to offer one. monkey says she's always been the one to have to apologize when they fight. my advice was for monkey to let beatrice know, again, that she is truely sorry for any hurt she's caused but that she would like an apology and that she still wants to be friends. i'm sorry to say that i think this might be the end of them as besties. monkey has put up with a lot from beatrice lately. this might be it if beatrice can't unbend. i feel bad for my monkey. she's a sweet, caring, sensitive girl. i hate to see her in pain because of friends.

*update: i have changed monkey's bff's name to respect her privacy.

problems? no, not really

so now that i'm doing the whole "better living through chemistry" (for the record, i did pick up more meds, thanks for y'all who worried), i've discovered i don't have as much to say.

i'm leading a pretty boring life. funny though, i don't feel bored. i go home after work and i hang out with monkey. we watch our shows. we do the laundry. we play with the cats. we play spider solitaire and try to beat each others' percentages. i have grand plans of painting our bedrooms and finally getting the house cleaned. these are long term plans.

ok, so maybe it's not boring to me and just boring to others. that's fine. i'm not asking you to live my life. i like what's going on in my life right now. it's good. i'm dating vicariously through princess mikkimoto and sizzlesays. i'm vicariously being a mom to a baby (he turns 1 this saturday -- happy birthday little dude!) of sweetie-pie. and i'm pregnant, vicariously again, through barbie. she's due in april. it's a boy. i'm ecstatic! so i'm having fun in my own way.

not to worry internet. i'll keep you updated. i'm sorry if it's not exciting for you. things always change. who knows. right?

better living through chemistry

amen! i know the meds have helped me get over the whole stupid ex-boyfriend (who completely messed up my life and head) but now they seem to be actually helping my mood. i'm not so angry. i don't have that burning hatred of everything. there are plenty of things i still don't like, but i don't hate them. the co-workers for instance. one still gets on his high horse far too often for my liking, but this week... rolled right off me. the other one was sick this week. and it didn't bother me. let me repeat for those of you in the back. THE SICK CO-WORKER DIDN'T BOTHER ME. at all. i love my meds. i'm working at remembering to take them. before bed. so i don't notice the nausea one gives me. now, if only i had the money to actually get them every month. *sigh*

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decisions

this started out as me blabbing about how i want things but cost/funds is not working out just now. i've changed my mind.

i've been making decisions.

these are the kind of decisions you don't really realize you're making, until they've been made and you actually put them into action.

january 1st, i let go of some friendships that were no longer healthy for me. it's a start. i was never really sure why we were friends in the first place. so, i chose to end them. i don't know if they noticed. i don't care. this is my life and i'm done with not being happy with it.

what we do when we're bored

well, with the recent snow day we had, monkey and i watched all of the recorded shows we had on our dvr. so what do two couch potatoes do when there's nothing to watch? find new movies! since the beginning of my vacation, we have watched (not necessarily in this order) "four christmases" (funny, didn't go anywhere, but funny), "julie & julia" (good but made us both really hungry), "my life in ruins" (also funny, makes me want to travel and find my 'kefi'),"night at the museum 2, battle of the smithsonian" (little wax people kicking arse make me giggle), "the ugly truth" (monkey was surprised to find that the guy was also the phantom), and "up" (seriously, has pixar done anything bad yet?). also "my sister's keeper" really IS the saddest movie. ever. 1 extra large box of kleenex gone between me and the monkey. sheesh. what am i, a girl?! oh. right. i am. and the one who cries all the dang time.

now we're watching nickelodeon's avatar: the last airbender. i never got to see all the episodes and the ones i did see were dreadfully out of order. i love little aang. he's so darn cute.

we're supposed to be cleaning too. i officially have one drawer cleaned out. it's a start. i'll do more once monkey is off on her holiday travels. she's hard to motivate. (ok, i mean me... *hangs head*)