Such a strong little girl

All the courage and strength in the world can't fill the loneliness or even make it subside for just one minute. I want to believe in love and all the good that they tell me comes with that. I do beleive in love for other people. J&J. S&T, T&K, but for me, I dunno...maybe someday, just not right now, and not right here, and not at all.

Just realized...

I just realized that this is the first time ever. EVER. That I have worked the week between Christmas and New Years. EVER! And now I'm finding out why. It's like working saturday over and over again 5 days in a row, with the one exception that the lights are on. (The lights usually aren't turned on over the weekend...*sigh* the life of a contractor) As usual I digress.

Anyway, I myself have survived the holidays, with only one back handed compliment from my mother as follows:

When I get stressed around my family I have a tendancy to pull at my eyebrow, this is to cause myself pain in order to ignore the pain in the ass that my family is. You may say this is strange, I'd like to just think of it as one of my many unique qualities. Anyway, imagine me presently tugging at my eyebrow....

Mother: Quit pulling your eyebrow.
Me: Huh? What? As I come back to reality from my plotting of death
Mother: STOP PULLING YOUR EYEBROW.
Me: I wish mothers had a mute button
Me: Oh! Right.
Mother: They were too thin last time you were home, they look better now, leave them alone.
Me: Oh really? Rolling my eyes. Thanks Mom, you always know how to make me feel better.

May you survive

I thought long and hard (ok neither did I think long or hard about this) about naming this entry "Happy Holidays" or "Merry Chirstmas" or "Happy Chanukah" "Happy Kwanza", but um yea why would I be so cheery? You know better.

Besides we all know that Christmas this year has come retardly fast. Yes that's right I just said "retardly fast" in a post about Chirstmas. God come down and strike me I dare you, it wouldn't be any worse than what a New Englander could do to me at this point. These people are SERIOUS up here!

Anyway, I wish you all much happiness, wellness and ability to retain sanity through the next two days. May you not choke your little sister when she jumps on your bed early Chirstmas morning. May you not feel the repercussions of your mother commenting on your thighs in t-minus 3 minutes before christmas dinner. May you endure your father giving your mother a snowblower for christmas and not the diamond tennis braclet she wanted. May you show good face when you get something you totally think asinine. May you get some, cause god knows I won't be. STRIKE ME! STRIKE ME! I digress.....

Most of all may you survive to begin another year all over again. :-)

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah (even though it's over) and what the the hell, Happy Kwanza, you politically correct hippies.

6 inces and counting.

Someone on the way into work asked me "you bring this snow all the way from texas?" of which I responded with a very sarcastic and very emphatic: "No if I were in Texas right now, I'd be in bed....ASLEEP!" Indeed.

The little things

A few little things that make me happy:

• Finding more pants like the ones you love even though it’s been months since you bought the first pair.

• Sheets with definable patterns, so you know they can only possibly go one way on the bed. No guessing which way is which. Let the dorkdum begin.

• Visiting NYC at Christmas – They go all out. It is truly AWESOME.

• Having the best seat in the house at a restaurant.

• The internet, god it’s GREAT!

• When people are nice even though they don’t have to be.

• When someone just knows you need a hug without you having to say a word.

• Books. Books. More Books. Considering selling soul to Barnes and Noble.

• When you make someone else smile.

Damnit.

Broke a nail today while taking out the trash and scraping ice/snow off my car. While I'm not as much of a girly girl as most, that still really annoys me. Where are the men?

Sleeping through the country music

I have just had some GREAT sleep. Tylenol PM, my new friend, thank you for 10 hours of straight unconsciousness, and thanks to me for turning off my cell phone. I have unfortunately have been letting a few things get to me more than I should. You know the usual bullshit from life and people in your life that around this time of year is alittle too much for EVERYONE. It probably hasn't helped either that I've been listening to nothing but straight country music lately. Cause God knows that's some uplifting shit.

Case in point my latest favorite song:

Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news

Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on

I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone

So I found me a stranger
With his comforting danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older

So uplifting huh? Yea bring on more tylenol, maybe I can just sleep through 30?

The sands of time.

I distinctly remember telling my 18-yr-old self: 18-yr-old self, you will never, NEVER grow up to NOT appreciate the younger generation's music.

*gasp*. Here I am nearly ten years later...soooo not appreciating the younger generation's music. *gasp - need air c-a-n-n-o-t breatheeee*

Thinking things like:

This isn't music.
Who listens to this shit?
God, MTV SUCKS!
What are they saying?
Those girls look like they are 12, OMG those girls ARE 12!
What are they wearing?
I miss the classics like green day and soundgarden. *shudder*
Is that new lead singer of that band that I don't know wearing a pearl jam t-shirt, like Eddie Vedder use to except he wore like Jim Morrison or Jimi Hendrix t-shirts! OMG!
Is Hillary Duff really covering an eighties song THAT I REMEMBER?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This can't be happening.

*click click* There's no place like home.
*click click* There's no place like home.

Hmmm...not working. *sigh*

Words cannot describe

There's nothing quite like being woken up in mid alarm snoozing (on a work day) to the sound of someone scraping their windshield with what sounds like a high pitched buzz saw.

It's reasons like these that people go out and buy hand guns. Seriously people, go back to bed.

Those moments...

I screwed myself socially today, which is usually what I do all on my own anyway, but today it involved other people, um yea no fair. I had a wonderful evening last night with Mr. D, nothing serious, nothing of potential to note without sounding neurotic and over-analyitical, just two people hangin out. Cool.

Said Mr. D then later agreed to meet up with me today to do some more hangin out, but specified that he probably would be busy until afternoon. Also, cool as I'd been meaning to try out a new aerobics class anyway this morning.

The morning started plainly enough, aerobics class was way more awesome than I expected (if such a thing can be said). Came home feeling already accomplished, which for a Saturday is GREAT, cleaned the place, washed the dishes, vaccumed (yes that's right I VACCUMED, unbelievable I know), would have fed and petted the dog if he were here. And then.....

I waited...

and waited...

and waited...

and waited some more...

The afternoon came and went, no call from Mr. D.

3pm, "well the day is fucked, think I'll take a nap."

4pm wake up from nap, "well guess I'll go START running the errands I was planning on running today" *sigh*

4:34pm Mr. D. calls, I miss the call, because am too busy trying not to murder teenagers in best buy. *sigh*

5pm I see that I missed call from Mr. D at 4:34pm (no message left). *sigh*

6pm Call Mr. M. asked if wanted to hang out. Said would call me back. *sigh*

7pm Mr. D calls again. Explains he worked all day (why he didn't call I can only attribute to some missing genetic makeup somewhere in the deep synapses of the male brain). Asked if I wanted to grab dinner, of which I had already eaten. *sigh* Then ended with I will call you tomorrow.....*double sigh*

9:30pm started writing this blog. Mr. M still has not called. (see aforementioned missing genetics).

Ever find those moments in life where you're sighing alot?

*sigh*