Ok, so I hate Brett Favre. And this is a very very very hard thing for me to say, because I am a Packer's fan. I have been ever since my dad put the Packer bear in my crib. But, he is dead to me.
When he decided he wanted to become a Viking is the day he died. And the day that I really lost all respect for him. And I'm serious about that.
He has done nothing but be a serious pain in the ass since he fake retired, with his fake tears...blah blah. He can say Green Bay didn't want him back, but why would they?? They had practiced all camp without the son of a bitch, and then he comes back and is all like, oh I think I want to play. Then cause all this drama, and I'm glad the Packers told him to take a hike. And I"m glad that he choked in the last part of last season. And I'm glad that instead of walking into cheers at Lambeau, that he will walk into boos. If his old ass can hold out till November, when he will have to come into Lambeau to play.
It really makes me sad. He was like an idol to me; somebody that I wanted to watch play before he retired, somebody who I thought deserved resect and awe and admiration. But he is a washed up, old nobody who thinks he can still throw like he did 10 years ago. And it's ridiculous, and if these stupid radio stations here don't stop talking about it, I might throw up.
Onto better things....I actually got promoted at work. I can't even believe it. I am now the ADRM of the district, and it feels really good!! I had one lady who cried over the other guy leaving, and she really hurt my feelings, but everyone else seemed pretty receptive about it, and didn't mind so much. So we'll see how that goes...hopefully it'll go well. I stuck it out, and it finally paid off.
Weirdest Thing Ever
15.8.09
So I was reading this article in Glamour (I somehow have a subscription to this magazine, accidental, I don't know....that's another story), and it was about these girls that go on craigslist or other websites, can't remember the names right now, but they look for sex with strangers. They don't want any connection with anyone, and do it just for the thrills.
I don't think I would ever be that, well I guess you could say, adventurous, or that dumb depending on how you look at it. I didn't really read about that Craigslist killer, or really know much about it until reading that article, but in a way, they kind of asked for it. It's the simple rules that your parents tell you about before going away to college; meet on common ground, don't give the guy any chance to have any power over you. And this really applies to someone you may have only talked to once or twice on the phone and maybe have emailed or texted, or whatever . Call me old-fashioned, but I think the only way to truly get to know a guy is to actually go out with him. See how he acts in public, see if he is even someone who you want to sleep with instead of suggestive texts. (which can be fun in their own right, but ONLY with people you intend to see the next day).
Now, I'm not old-fashioned enough not to believe in the one-night stand, but that usually includes an actual date with someone you might actually know from somewhere. You know what they look like, you know how they are, and you don't have to interpret an online profile of some dude who may not be the super stud he portrays himself to be.
I guess I can see the "adrenaline-rush" you can get from just going to some guy's house and having sex with him (I'm pretty sure the girl in the magazine has a website...craiglist whore or something to that effect on this very same blogspot.com), but I would be scared that this guy would either be some sexual weirdo or try to kill me . I guess I'm just not very adventurous.
I don't know: I guess it was just an interesting article worth sharing . I may try to go find this girl's website to try to find out exactly what is going on upstairs...and down.
I don't think I would ever be that, well I guess you could say, adventurous, or that dumb depending on how you look at it. I didn't really read about that Craigslist killer, or really know much about it until reading that article, but in a way, they kind of asked for it. It's the simple rules that your parents tell you about before going away to college; meet on common ground, don't give the guy any chance to have any power over you. And this really applies to someone you may have only talked to once or twice on the phone and maybe have emailed or texted, or whatever . Call me old-fashioned, but I think the only way to truly get to know a guy is to actually go out with him. See how he acts in public, see if he is even someone who you want to sleep with instead of suggestive texts. (which can be fun in their own right, but ONLY with people you intend to see the next day).
Now, I'm not old-fashioned enough not to believe in the one-night stand, but that usually includes an actual date with someone you might actually know from somewhere. You know what they look like, you know how they are, and you don't have to interpret an online profile of some dude who may not be the super stud he portrays himself to be.
I guess I can see the "adrenaline-rush" you can get from just going to some guy's house and having sex with him (I'm pretty sure the girl in the magazine has a website...craiglist whore or something to that effect on this very same blogspot.com), but I would be scared that this guy would either be some sexual weirdo or try to kill me . I guess I'm just not very adventurous.
I don't know: I guess it was just an interesting article worth sharing . I may try to go find this girl's website to try to find out exactly what is going on upstairs...and down.
Obsession
6.8.09
So there is this show, Obsession. I think it's on A&E, but I could be wrong, and usually it's about people with unhealthy obsessions, like they pull their hair out or wash their hands 50 times a day, usually people with OCD or something like that. But it got me thinking; if they were to put me on this show, what what my obsession play out to be....
So I figured it had to be my weight. It has been something I've struggled with since high school, probably a little before and have been continually struggling with it. I go up and down and up and down, and I constantly compare myself to other people's weight all the time. I don't do it consciously, but it always seems to come into my mind. I worry about every piece of food I put in my mouth, and make sure that I work out at least 5 times a week. And I guess it's unhealthy to think about it 24/7, and I guess it's a little unhealthy to work out until you hurt, but it's just something I've gotten used to, so it doesn't bother me anymore. I guess it's like those people that pull their hair out or have to count to 20 before opening the door; you just learn to live with it.
And then I thought about another obsession that I probably have; emotional shopping. I don't eat when I'm happy, sad, angry; I shop. Even if it's for something as little as hair smoother or bobby pins. I have been having a rough couple of weeks at work, working 11 hours a lot and being stressed out most of the time trying to find trucks for everyone. It's funny how I can talk to someone at work, and they go through the same things at home that I do; taking out your work aggression at your significant other; going to work before and coming home after them, and just wanting to crawl into bed most nights.
So since it's about 9 am, and I'm sure tomorrow will be just as fun as the past three weeks, I'm probably about to head off to bed for my old people bedtime.
So I figured it had to be my weight. It has been something I've struggled with since high school, probably a little before and have been continually struggling with it. I go up and down and up and down, and I constantly compare myself to other people's weight all the time. I don't do it consciously, but it always seems to come into my mind. I worry about every piece of food I put in my mouth, and make sure that I work out at least 5 times a week. And I guess it's unhealthy to think about it 24/7, and I guess it's a little unhealthy to work out until you hurt, but it's just something I've gotten used to, so it doesn't bother me anymore. I guess it's like those people that pull their hair out or have to count to 20 before opening the door; you just learn to live with it.
And then I thought about another obsession that I probably have; emotional shopping. I don't eat when I'm happy, sad, angry; I shop. Even if it's for something as little as hair smoother or bobby pins. I have been having a rough couple of weeks at work, working 11 hours a lot and being stressed out most of the time trying to find trucks for everyone. It's funny how I can talk to someone at work, and they go through the same things at home that I do; taking out your work aggression at your significant other; going to work before and coming home after them, and just wanting to crawl into bed most nights.
So since it's about 9 am, and I'm sure tomorrow will be just as fun as the past three weeks, I'm probably about to head off to bed for my old people bedtime.
Time to Let Go
3.8.09
So there comes a time in everyone's life when you have to get rid of what is bad for you and keep what is good. And I have been part of a toxic friendship now for 15 years, and I am done with it. I am not drunk, but I have finally started to think clearly.
When you have someone in your wedding, and then everyone asks you what that person's problem was because they clomped down the aisle and then didn't smile, then that pisses me off. If this person didn't want to be in the wedding, then they should have just said so. I asked this person to be in the wedding because of our past and I thought I would regret not doing it, if I didn't do it. Granted that I didn't know that this person said things behind my back, be it about the dress or about my character, before she drove to be in the wedding. And if this person's feelings were so strong about it then she should have not come to the wedding. It's seriously frustrating to me that someone who has known me less time, C, could care so much more than the person who has known me for forever.
C came to the wedding showers; C basically threw me my bachelorette party, and C was there when I needed her. But where was this other person? The person who was supposed to know me for 15 years and supposed to know everything about me? Nowhere. Didn't come to the showers and definitely didn't come to the bachelorette party. I guess I'm more sad and disappointed than angry about it. There's nothing I can do about it; I just thought that she would have been there more for me during this super happy time in my life. But I thought wrong; and if those things she said behind my back were actually true than I wouldn't care so much. And I would stick around to my boyfriend and forget everyone in the world.
But I don't. I love my Dan and Caitlin; and I love my sister, and I love my Robin. I love my Kelly at work, and I love my Alex and Katy. I do not forget my friends, but need to let go of the ones that hurt me and continue to not give a damn about it.
So I will raise my Target brand cherry limeade and forget about all of it. Because from this day on, I am done.
When you have someone in your wedding, and then everyone asks you what that person's problem was because they clomped down the aisle and then didn't smile, then that pisses me off. If this person didn't want to be in the wedding, then they should have just said so. I asked this person to be in the wedding because of our past and I thought I would regret not doing it, if I didn't do it. Granted that I didn't know that this person said things behind my back, be it about the dress or about my character, before she drove to be in the wedding. And if this person's feelings were so strong about it then she should have not come to the wedding. It's seriously frustrating to me that someone who has known me less time, C, could care so much more than the person who has known me for forever.
C came to the wedding showers; C basically threw me my bachelorette party, and C was there when I needed her. But where was this other person? The person who was supposed to know me for 15 years and supposed to know everything about me? Nowhere. Didn't come to the showers and definitely didn't come to the bachelorette party. I guess I'm more sad and disappointed than angry about it. There's nothing I can do about it; I just thought that she would have been there more for me during this super happy time in my life. But I thought wrong; and if those things she said behind my back were actually true than I wouldn't care so much. And I would stick around to my boyfriend and forget everyone in the world.
But I don't. I love my Dan and Caitlin; and I love my sister, and I love my Robin. I love my Kelly at work, and I love my Alex and Katy. I do not forget my friends, but need to let go of the ones that hurt me and continue to not give a damn about it.
So I will raise my Target brand cherry limeade and forget about all of it. Because from this day on, I am done.
The Joys of Marriage
1.8.09
So usually when people write about marriage they write bad things about how the physical part of it has deteriorated and how the person changes over night into something that they weren't the month before you got married, but I am here to set the record straight.
None of this has happened. It is almost the exact same as exclusive dating. Granted, you can't just "break up" if something goes wrong, and divorce isn't something that people, poor people like me, want to deal with. Being 25 and divorced doesn't sound as great as 25 and still looking. The only difference that I have noticed is the difficulty in signing "redacted" every day, and the difficulty I have to look forward to of going to actually legally change my name. As I haven't done that yet. And since they closed all the satellite offices in Jefferson County, I have a full day of waiting at either the downtown courthouse, or the Bessemer office, neither of which is a fully tantalizing offer, and which requires me to use my last vacation day to do so.
And the reason why all of this has to happen so fast is because all the loan docs have to be in my newly married name, or else it will be a pain in the ass to change from "Redacted" to Redacted" in the future. For future reference and in case anyone cares, the name will now be "redacted", instead of "redacted". For some reason C made a great point when she said if you ever have children they may want to look up their lineage. And I'm sort of attached to the "redacted" name.
So we did in fact buy a house. It's beautiful and I can't wait to move into it. It's a cute quirky little house with a double-sided fireplace and an exposed brick wall, with a fully updated kitchen. We close in August and have the entire month of September to move in. So if anyone has any extra boxes, that would be a good thing to know about....
But anyway, the marriage thing is great. There is nothing different; I won't go into detail about how things haven't changed, but well you know. Things are great as usual. As great as they are though, sometimes I'm forced to think how things would have turned out if we had never met. I mean, what if Bennett had gone to Samford, or if I would have stayed in school in Georgia. But I guess that's what wasn't planned for us and that's why we both did go to Auburn and did meet . We were eventually meant to be together...and that's how it ended up.
None of this has happened. It is almost the exact same as exclusive dating. Granted, you can't just "break up" if something goes wrong, and divorce isn't something that people, poor people like me, want to deal with. Being 25 and divorced doesn't sound as great as 25 and still looking. The only difference that I have noticed is the difficulty in signing "redacted" every day, and the difficulty I have to look forward to of going to actually legally change my name. As I haven't done that yet. And since they closed all the satellite offices in Jefferson County, I have a full day of waiting at either the downtown courthouse, or the Bessemer office, neither of which is a fully tantalizing offer, and which requires me to use my last vacation day to do so.
And the reason why all of this has to happen so fast is because all the loan docs have to be in my newly married name, or else it will be a pain in the ass to change from "Redacted" to Redacted" in the future. For future reference and in case anyone cares, the name will now be "redacted", instead of "redacted". For some reason C made a great point when she said if you ever have children they may want to look up their lineage. And I'm sort of attached to the "redacted" name.
So we did in fact buy a house. It's beautiful and I can't wait to move into it. It's a cute quirky little house with a double-sided fireplace and an exposed brick wall, with a fully updated kitchen. We close in August and have the entire month of September to move in. So if anyone has any extra boxes, that would be a good thing to know about....
But anyway, the marriage thing is great. There is nothing different; I won't go into detail about how things haven't changed, but well you know. Things are great as usual. As great as they are though, sometimes I'm forced to think how things would have turned out if we had never met. I mean, what if Bennett had gone to Samford, or if I would have stayed in school in Georgia. But I guess that's what wasn't planned for us and that's why we both did go to Auburn and did meet . We were eventually meant to be together...and that's how it ended up.
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