Run Forest Run!

Check out our new Running Team Blog… where we promote running, drinking and eating chick-fil-a as our key steps to a better you! I can’t believe I am doing this! I could probably just save everyone some time and go play in traffic… I think the survival rate will be about the same for me, my bad knees, heart murmur and asthma.

Seasonal Depression WideSpread

Breaking News: 3 out of 4 of my friends have seasonal depression disorder. This is a very real problem negatively affecting my day… oh and I think it sucks for them too. If you or someone you love has seasonal depression,  please talk to them. They can’t possibly be entertaining you if they are too busy whining about the weather. If you are among those of my friends affected by the disorder, please talk to me. I will do a little dance and sing a little song and apparently tell embarrassing secrets to snap you out of it.

Additionally, in other news, if you read an astrology chart and it says Sagittarius is unemotional and well slutty… they lie. I am too emotional

Where’d he go?

Why does everyone seems to think I can track everybody who sits within my line of sight? Let me settle this right now:

1) People don’t tell me where they are going every time they leave their desk.

2) They refuse to let me LoJack them- they claim the chip will hurt

3) I don’t particularly care where they went so I’m not gonna ask them just so I can tell you when you come running over with your pants on fire…

and 4) Fine, I  usually do know where they are, but I’m not telling you!

I will Survive- Cake told me so!!!

I’m a big proponent of keeping myself distracted and really busy when things are confusing me. Music helps a lot. So you would think I actually would remember my own ipod occassionally but alas I’m an idiot. Fortunately, my friends have more than made up for it, which has also turned into quite the learning experience. Listening to your friends music is really interesting sometimes its really surprising how different you really are. And then sometimes, when you’d least expect it, turns out you are more alike than you thought. Crazy huh? Probably not but I’m delirious and this is the best its getting today.

Have you tried the Banana?

Despite the sad that was this weekend, I did manage to pull through with the help of some of my girls…combined with a whole lot of shopping…. and of course long distance support from some of the rest of my pals.  For both sacrificing possible fun plans, driving hundreds of miles to spend 10 hours with me and taking endless phone calls throughout the weekend, you guys are the best.  Now on to the festivities…

After spending the first night moping and doing laundry and eating about a gallon of fake ice cream, I made it through the morning to the evening when my visitor arrived. Fresh faced from her 4 and a half hour drive in from New York, she walked me through one fire and straight into another. As we sat down in the small cozy mexican restaurant, one of my favorite since moving to VA, we ordered our first margarita. To say the glass was big would not quite do it justice. I have seen buckets that are smaller. Priding ourselves on our drinking, we powered through the first yummy concoction and  then it turned. The nice waiter came over to see if we would like another, we contemplated what flavor, size , etc we would request, when it happened, “Have you tried the banana?” Hmmmm.. we had, in fact, not. “Two bananas please.” Upon our first sip, we realized. Banana in this restaurant is code for arsenic. We looked straight at each other and laughed. “Are you suddenly sweating?” “Yeah, you too huh?” ” Yeah.” “Why do you think the nice man tried to poison us.” “Not sure.” But like good girls, we drank our drink and left for home.

Day two: Princess Carebear agreed to “thisgirlsit” whilst I was ousted from my place to provide space for the boy. After seeing definitely, maybe , where she was redeemed just barely from making me watch a couple sign divorce papers we headed to the store. Selecting a bottle of wine and a case of crappy and yet tasty drinks, we moved along to the Castle of Care. Drinking, talking and watching Veronica Mars, everything seemed so easy. Once we woke up the next day and began our journeys, the fun continued.. although thankfully the drinking did not. It’s a good thing Carebear doesn’t charge hourly for “thisgirlsitting.”

Anyway, when reality set in and the final face-off took place. I think the outcome seems pretty easy to swallow. The rules are set and we will see if we follow them. The fundamentals are in place and not as broken as was previously thought. But thanks to my girls, I know whatever happens… it will be fine. You know, as long as you are willing to “thisgirlsit” for the rest of your lives:)

Diggin Deeper

I typically have a pretty good relationship with technology folks. Seriously, my dad, brother, husband, friends… lots work in some part of the technology arena. So, I find it very odd that my current IT department dislikes me.. rather intensely I might add. Somehow, this particular IT department is resistant to my charms… I know, how crazy is that? I guess I overstepped my boundaries a bit. Computer doesn’t work, I asked them to fix it. I mean maybe I should have tried to reboot 6 times before calling or maybe I should have started taking out the video card, examining the jumpers, changing important settings, deleting random things myself before calling and asking that they come do their job. Well, I vow to make my IT department happy from now on. I promise, I won’t call you for mundane and menial IT support. By the time you get here, it will no longer be mundane and menial. You do not have to worry about me ever calling with what seems to you to be a silly problem. No, that’s right, by the time you get here, my computer will be so severely f&*&ed up you will sing my praises for calling you in for the big important stuff not that trivial crap that it may have been before I took any stpes to not piss you off. XOXO

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Seperation Anxiety

Ugly word.. hard to say , hard to do….

I’ll update later

Who vs. What I am

As you grow up, you learn that there is a big distinction between the two… well at least you should. For this post, I am going to need to rely on everyone reading. So, I see a huge difference but maybe I’m crazy. So I need you guys to vote on who vs. what you are. Even if you usually just read, I REALLY need your input on this on so please comment.  

Here I go….

Who: I am outgoing, friendly, self-reliant (somewhat self-absorbed too:))  and creative. I don’t take many things seriously cuz I have been through enough serious shit to know better. I am giggly. I smile alot. I am loud, outspoken and a bit harsh.

What: I am a writer (hard to tell from these entries but true). I am a  friend. I am a coffee addict.

In the case of my good friend  at Unthreaded, who says he will only send me a t-shirt if I write this:

Who: intelligent, witty

What: super cool and sexy.  

You seeing the difference? What you are is not who you are. For example, changing a habit would not change who you are but what you are. If I stopped drinking coffee, I wouldn’t be less me.. just possibly less awake.

Another Day, Another Dollar

With the financial craze of yesterday past, today I can relax, breathe and possibly even leave my desk.  At least during my path of destruction, I managed to go across the street for lunch, and buy food for others. I’m not sure when i turned into the Marketing assistant but whatever. With yesterday’s crazy anxiety-ridden day finally over, I also get to celebrate a little. Despite being miserable all day, I did manage to do my job  and do it well… at least this morning’s local newspapers seem to think so. YAY!

In the eye of the storm that was my day, I ran into more than a few issues with a friend of mine. Unusually grumpy and slightly irritated, it would appear I somehow offended him. Normally, I’d say of course I did, I am a spoiled princess. BUT this time I didn’t actually do anything- the computer did. As far as I can figure, he was reacting to the bits of green getting stuck in his vision. Not my fault, so stop taking it out on me! OK. I feel better now.

I am off to go enjoy my victory over the mighty dollar:)