Uh, gosh- today I really HAD. A. DAY.
We had visitors in from Eden Prairie and I knew they were coming and I got everything set up for them and was in the office early waiting for their arrival... and things just fell apart.
I wasn't all the way reading emails- and then responding. I was starving but couldn't find anything to eat. My desk drawer was jammed. I mean- all minor things, but I really was tote mis (= totally miserable for new followers. Keep up, god.)
The morning (read: next 2 hours) continues to be crappy and EP guests arrive. Their cubes are not letting them hook up to the network and I'm freaking out because this is NOT A SMOOTH WELCOME AND WE ARE LOOKING BAD. I'm calling the IT guy and I tell him the problem and the fix I know will fix it but I can't do it myself since I don't have access... and he says, Ok, no problem just give me their cube numbers. I say, yes, of course 105 and 106. He flicks the switch.
I go over to check on 105 and 106 and... weird... it's still not working?? What are their REAL cube numbers, you ask? 217 and 218. I mean, REALLY MEGAN? Immediately the blood rushes from my face after I realize what I have done... not only have I NOT fixed the problem at hand, but I have just requested power/access be removed from two other cubes in the office. With people in them. Working on projects. Attending meetings. And then... nothing. Access = gone.
Oh. My. God. I run back to my desk to call the IT guy but it's too late- he's already out of his lair since cubes 105 and 106 are pretty TOed (Ticked Off- Napoleon Dynamite, people, gosh) and want to know what's wrong. I of course run over and apologize, and apologize AND apologize. I then promise to never work from memory again and to write all cube numbers down. Cubes 105 and 106 give me a hard time since it is convenient that they are the newest ones in the office and maybe this is some type of initiation (which it isn't, but kind of was)... All three men (105, 106 and IT -who wears really weird shirts that are like wind breaker jackets but still shirts?- really weird) Anyway, they all say this is fine, but it really can't be. That was a pretty crappy mistake I made... and remember 217 and 218? STILL WITHOUT ACCESS!! Also, timing on all of this? Before 10am. I mean, can you just shoot me already??
Now pretty much everyone in the office knows that I have "the power" to end their day and there was some teasing- which I totally deserved- but, despite what you read in the blog, I do really try to keep my stupid idiot jackass moments OUT of the office. And, well, I messed up today.... my b, yo.
PS: In the beginning of the year I was rocking out with 11 posts a month!!! You think I can do that in August???!!! Here goes nothing....
8/10/2010
8/09/2010
my venus is in leo
If I've had a crush on you for half a day- I've probably called you my boyfriend when discussing you to friends. Sometimes I've called someone my boyfriend and I haven't even met them- and this is NOT weird. Do not be creeped out, I know that we aren't dating. When I am finished with whatever crush I have at the moment, I then refer to them as my ex-boyfriend. But, a boyfriend who doesn't know he is my boyfriend can also break up with me- which is devestating when someone that doesn't know he is your boyfriend knows enough to break up with you anyway.
Like I've said before, I go through crushes like underpants. My crushes rarely last as long as you would expect- but now I can blame my fickleness on my stars and planets.
See- I'm in to astrology right now. SO IN TO IT! I even purchased Astrology for Dummies from the Barnes and Noble. When I didn't leave my apartment pretty much all weekend, I read some of Astrology for Dummies and created my birth chart (which you can do online for $Free.99.- BUT you need to know your EXACT birth time because planets shift by the minute and if you are just a few minutes off you can end up with your Neptune in Libra in the fifth house when really that is wrong!).
Anyway- back to what I was talking about- my Venus is in Leo. The birth chart gives you a break down of your strengths and weaknesses based on each planet in each house with each sign.... And, my weaknesses for Venus in Leo are stated, exactly, like this:
"seduces for the sake of seducing to prove to herself that she is attractive (this gets worse with age)"
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?! Especially the "this gets worse wtih age" part!! The first time I read that and thought "my birth chart is so rude!!" but then I read it again, and well, maybe this is why I don't have a husband. As soon as I have the crush, I'm over it. That is terrible of me.
Other things that are very amusing as I connect the dots to my future husband:
House II in Libra: Income will come either as a result of an advantageous marriage, or by a very useful association.
House IV in Sagittarius: She will certainly marry a foreigner, or go to live abroad permanently and set up home there.
House VII in Pisces: Marriage with someone who will quickly disappoint. The spouse's lack of energy and vitality will annoy her, and this could lead to the break-up of the marriage. A second, happier one could happen.
And, even though I know it, it's nice to see my stars are counting on it:
Sun in X: Successful career is guaranteed, but may sometimes come late.
House X in Gemini: Profession requiring lots of change and movement. If this isn't the case, then lots of job changes. Likes to move, travel, write.
This is all very fascinating to me and my end goal is to be able to chat with someone and go "Oh, you're an Aries" or "Oh, you are being such a Virgo right now" or "Your third house must be in Cancer".
It's nice to know that I might be in love twice, but while I'm waiting for at least ONE handsome man, I've really been doing a great job at treating myself. For example- yesterday when I finally decided to leave my apartment I went to purchase two green peppers, one red pepper and chicken (this was at half of Pete's suggestion). But, while I was in there I decided to treat myself to champagne. And then I was cooking up dinner and having just one glass of champagne and then Mad Men was over and the champagne was gone. And I was feeling quite great. And I think that is how I will spend more Sundays.
In an effort to educate my readers in all things brown that I pick up on a daily basis- you should know that some of the browns are super big on their stars and planets and before they can get married to another brown they have to have their stars approved by the priest or whoever the browns have at their weddings. OH! Also- browns have this great thing called biodata that they put up on brown dating websites. Literally- this data is OUT OF CONTROL. Height, weight, parents occupation, past times- it's more of a resume than a dating profile. AND! LORD! Even WORSE these browns (or their crazy brown parents) send emails to other profiles with subject lines of "marriage". MARRIAGE. ON THE FIRST COMMUNICATION. BASED OFF OF A RESUME. OUT. OF. CONTROL. I love every second of brown life. (9 browns in that last paragraph if you were counting...)
Safety Committee Update: Ergonomics training and testing will take place and I may be involved/responsible. I let them know (them=outside consultant on ergonomics who has a skewed vision of what my role is since it is NOT ergonomics anything) that I was not ergo-anything and my name was not ending up in a disability claim somewhere. I mean, really, ergoconsultant? Leave me alone- I have other things to do besides record injuries based on improper keyboard fitting, or whatever.
Hey, Pittsburgh readers and followers: I'll be home the 28th-13th!!! Are you so excited!? Let's rage!
Welcome new followers!! Wow, my last b-session mut have been fooorrr real since I got FOUR new followers!! Brother Adam is Twin A in the twin set and continues to secure his position as number one twin as a new blog follower. Miss Jillian seems to have figured out her gmail status and is now a real follower- which is good since she was on thin ice with fake following AND missing out on the most recent training in CT. THIRD FOLLOWER (can you believe this!!) is cousin Kelly who is living out ever PSU grads dream and living in State College. And, final and fourth follower is Dave's girlfriend (not sure why) Lindsay who recently did something disgusting to her arm that has caused it to need stitches and a cast and really I can't look at it without my stomach turning- but she's a really nice girl anyway.
And, was anyone else worried that Kym wasn't going to pick Storm on Dating in the Dark!!?? Heart stopper!
Like I've said before, I go through crushes like underpants. My crushes rarely last as long as you would expect- but now I can blame my fickleness on my stars and planets.
See- I'm in to astrology right now. SO IN TO IT! I even purchased Astrology for Dummies from the Barnes and Noble. When I didn't leave my apartment pretty much all weekend, I read some of Astrology for Dummies and created my birth chart (which you can do online for $Free.99.- BUT you need to know your EXACT birth time because planets shift by the minute and if you are just a few minutes off you can end up with your Neptune in Libra in the fifth house when really that is wrong!).
Anyway- back to what I was talking about- my Venus is in Leo. The birth chart gives you a break down of your strengths and weaknesses based on each planet in each house with each sign.... And, my weaknesses for Venus in Leo are stated, exactly, like this:
"seduces for the sake of seducing to prove to herself that she is attractive (this gets worse with age)"
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?! Especially the "this gets worse wtih age" part!! The first time I read that and thought "my birth chart is so rude!!" but then I read it again, and well, maybe this is why I don't have a husband. As soon as I have the crush, I'm over it. That is terrible of me.
Other things that are very amusing as I connect the dots to my future husband:
House II in Libra: Income will come either as a result of an advantageous marriage, or by a very useful association.
House IV in Sagittarius: She will certainly marry a foreigner, or go to live abroad permanently and set up home there.
House VII in Pisces: Marriage with someone who will quickly disappoint. The spouse's lack of energy and vitality will annoy her, and this could lead to the break-up of the marriage. A second, happier one could happen.
And, even though I know it, it's nice to see my stars are counting on it:
Sun in X: Successful career is guaranteed, but may sometimes come late.
House X in Gemini: Profession requiring lots of change and movement. If this isn't the case, then lots of job changes. Likes to move, travel, write.
This is all very fascinating to me and my end goal is to be able to chat with someone and go "Oh, you're an Aries" or "Oh, you are being such a Virgo right now" or "Your third house must be in Cancer".
It's nice to know that I might be in love twice, but while I'm waiting for at least ONE handsome man, I've really been doing a great job at treating myself. For example- yesterday when I finally decided to leave my apartment I went to purchase two green peppers, one red pepper and chicken (this was at half of Pete's suggestion). But, while I was in there I decided to treat myself to champagne. And then I was cooking up dinner and having just one glass of champagne and then Mad Men was over and the champagne was gone. And I was feeling quite great. And I think that is how I will spend more Sundays.
In an effort to educate my readers in all things brown that I pick up on a daily basis- you should know that some of the browns are super big on their stars and planets and before they can get married to another brown they have to have their stars approved by the priest or whoever the browns have at their weddings. OH! Also- browns have this great thing called biodata that they put up on brown dating websites. Literally- this data is OUT OF CONTROL. Height, weight, parents occupation, past times- it's more of a resume than a dating profile. AND! LORD! Even WORSE these browns (or their crazy brown parents) send emails to other profiles with subject lines of "marriage". MARRIAGE. ON THE FIRST COMMUNICATION. BASED OFF OF A RESUME. OUT. OF. CONTROL. I love every second of brown life. (9 browns in that last paragraph if you were counting...)
Safety Committee Update: Ergonomics training and testing will take place and I may be involved/responsible. I let them know (them=outside consultant on ergonomics who has a skewed vision of what my role is since it is NOT ergonomics anything) that I was not ergo-anything and my name was not ending up in a disability claim somewhere. I mean, really, ergoconsultant? Leave me alone- I have other things to do besides record injuries based on improper keyboard fitting, or whatever.
Hey, Pittsburgh readers and followers: I'll be home the 28th-13th!!! Are you so excited!? Let's rage!
Welcome new followers!! Wow, my last b-session mut have been fooorrr real since I got FOUR new followers!! Brother Adam is Twin A in the twin set and continues to secure his position as number one twin as a new blog follower. Miss Jillian seems to have figured out her gmail status and is now a real follower- which is good since she was on thin ice with fake following AND missing out on the most recent training in CT. THIRD FOLLOWER (can you believe this!!) is cousin Kelly who is living out ever PSU grads dream and living in State College. And, final and fourth follower is Dave's girlfriend (not sure why) Lindsay who recently did something disgusting to her arm that has caused it to need stitches and a cast and really I can't look at it without my stomach turning- but she's a really nice girl anyway.
And, was anyone else worried that Kym wasn't going to pick Storm on Dating in the Dark!!?? Heart stopper!
8/02/2010
jesus take the wheel
Let's see- I left off at making an online dating profile (which my mother is NOT happy about at all). See, my mother thinks I'm going to be killed by a random stranger, and I think that is absurd. The messages and characters out there are SO FUNNY. Maybe we'll have a blogging session where my readers get to edit my profile or provide responses to send to these messages I get....
I traveled to CT on Thursday and finished the book The Help (recommended by ex roommate Kerri)- SO GOOD! Read it if you haven't. Or, wait a few weeks until Kim is done with my copy and I will mail it to you. You can't put it down! It's so great! Work, work, training, training on Thursday and I wore a such great clearance dress that was a fabulous blue color but only had regular hair- which was a little upsetting . Thursday night was a rager that I didn't really think through- 5:45 AM wakeup call to spend time fixing my hair so it was better than Thursday came WAY TOO SOON! But, Kim, Ash and I made it to work on time and I brought two diet cokes to make sure I was totally prepared for day 2 of training. Which... ended early!!!! We went to the clubhouse and had a few beverages before going out to dinner.
Dinner was great because I was one of only 2 white girls there- WAHOO!!!!!! Browns, blacks, half an asian.... it was great. Until it wasn't and conversation was terrible and I wasn't even having half of a time and Kim and I left to go get ready for the evening. The evening started AWFUL TERRIBLE. I mean... on a scale of 1 to 10 I got to a 1.8. Tote mis. Did not want to participate but had to because I was there. Dave took it upon himself to raise mine and Kim's fun factor to above 5 - and - as much as neither of us want to admit it... he may have had a hand in raising the fun factor to at least a 5. The night continued to progress and Kim and I might have tried an awful shot at the encouragement of Paul the bath room guarder. What did he suggest? Cafe Patron. Hoodrat? Maybe. Good? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Coffee flavored tequila? Are you vomming just thinking about it? Umm, yea you are. A bunch of other work people arrived and a few more drinks and before you know it times are nearing a 10. Times were so near a 10 that when Kim and I had to sleep on a non-vacuumed floor at Dave's apartment... well, we didn't even mind!!!
Kim and I got up early to go drive to Philadelphia- she lives south of the city and was dropping me off at my cousin's wedding north of the city. First event of the car trip was stopping at McDonald's. It was 10:43 and we both wanted breakfast but while driving there Kim remembered Big Daddy and said that breakfast is done at 10:30 and we'd have to get lunch. Obviously, on the ride over there, I resolve to get chicken nuggets and start to get a taste for them and we drive up to the window but... we're still curious about breakfast. Kim asks if they are still serving breakfast and the woman in a weird way says yes but ultimately we decide we both want the chicken nuggets. So Kim says "two number 10's please" and sausage burrito or something disgusting shows up and she says "No- we want the lunch menu" and the woman says "we aren't serving lunch" and Kim and I pretty much paralyzed at the thought of this.... WHAT DO WE DO NOW!?? Let the line behind us grow and keep looking over the breakfast menu complaining about how we wish we could get lunch. We finally decide on matching biscuit breakfast with large waters. We eat in the parking lot near a stinky garbage can and get back on the road. We spend some time talking about dying - which is morbid and a little bit of foreshadowing and then the most terrible of things happens...
On the highway.
Going 55 MPH.
Just heading to Philadelphia.
HORNS! BREAKS! SPINNING! GUARDRAIL. ACCIDENT!!!!!!!
Oh my goddddd. It was that stressful!!! What had happened was Kim was just driving along, minding her business and this JACKASS BLACK TRUCK COMES ZIPPING UP THE ROAD AND RIGHT INTO OUR LANE!!! To avoid immediate collision Kim lays on her horn and hits the breaks and this is when the car goes out of control and we spin out across 4 lanes of traffic. Kim and I look at each other during the spin and she is saying "Oh my God, Megan!!! Oh my God, Megan!!!" and I'm yelling "Kim!! We're fine!! We're fine!!" and we go into the far left median and the front of the car hits the guard rail and I remember praying "Don't let it hit Kim's door!! Don't let it!!" and dirt is flying into our windows and we finally come to a stop and HOLY FRICKIN CRAP. The JACKAS BLACK TRUCK continued to zip away leaving us in disaster mode. However, for as emotional as Kim is and as high-strung that I am- we really handled the entire incident quiet well. We took a minute in the car just breathing and finally got out of the car. 2 cars pulled over to wait for us to surface but they quickly drove off. There were crickets everywhere in the grass which was disgusting. Considering the fact that God miraculously made all cars on the road behind us we were so lucky to not hit anyone else. I mean- just so lucky! Hearts pounding, panicked, but fresh off of training we immediately gave each other feedback on how well we did in our first accident and what could we do better next time. Does this mean we work too much? Maybe. Regardless- the police came and got us off the highway and gave Kim an incident report and, Kim, such the trooper, continued on our way to Philadelphia!
We kept reliving the accident the entire time- I mean, it's definitely a stressful event and I kept remember looking at the guardrail and knowing it was going to be a terrible collision.... but... then... it was the most minimal accident that it could be given the circumstances. We were really SO SO lucky. Miracle. Kim believes this is why people turn to God- she might be right.
Called my parents to tell them about the accident and tell them I'd be late. Which I was... so I had to rush rush rush to get ready for the wedding and overall hated my hair, makeup, dress and just wasn't having a pretty moment. Also, while getting ready the last few minutes Allie and my mother continued to sing "Jesus Take the Wheel" because of my near death experience. When we got to the lobby I found out I was the hotel's guest of the day and my parents made a huge deal about it in the hotel since I did almost die and the counter person even gave me this special treat bag for being guest of the day... Except, while I was Megan M, I was NOT guest of the day since the hotel reservation wasn't in my name. This is when Dad said it was time to get going before they figured it out...
My cousin's wedding was beautiful. I mean- not even I have a single complaint. Tent, music, food, family time, dancing, drinks, weather... ALL AMAZING. Father of the bride toast left not a dry eye in the tent and awesome music made sure no one was sitting and everyone was jamming. Table Eleven was the older cousin table and we wooped wooped everything and laughed and chatted and made table 11 the BEST. Essentially, the ultimate wedding was had.
My trip home, flight included, was smooth sailing- except, I need a vacation from my vacation. Work was out of control today- in by 8 AM out by 6:30... oh, and lunch at my desk. Tomorrow it appears that I have 7 hours of meetings back to back to back... so who knows when I'll get to go to the bathroom, grab another DC or, most importantly, EAT!!!!
Is it Friday yet? Can I wish for that on a Monday???
PS: Cousin Danny has a tshirt company. Reader submissions for tshirt designs are still be accepted.
PPS: WHY IS NO ONE NEW FOLLOWING ME LATELY!!?? RUDE!!! EVEN JILL SAID SHE IS BUT I DON'T SEE HER AND CAN NOW ONLY BELIEVE THAT SHE IS A LIAR!!!!
I traveled to CT on Thursday and finished the book The Help (recommended by ex roommate Kerri)- SO GOOD! Read it if you haven't. Or, wait a few weeks until Kim is done with my copy and I will mail it to you. You can't put it down! It's so great! Work, work, training, training on Thursday and I wore a such great clearance dress that was a fabulous blue color but only had regular hair- which was a little upsetting . Thursday night was a rager that I didn't really think through- 5:45 AM wakeup call to spend time fixing my hair so it was better than Thursday came WAY TOO SOON! But, Kim, Ash and I made it to work on time and I brought two diet cokes to make sure I was totally prepared for day 2 of training. Which... ended early!!!! We went to the clubhouse and had a few beverages before going out to dinner.
Dinner was great because I was one of only 2 white girls there- WAHOO!!!!!! Browns, blacks, half an asian.... it was great. Until it wasn't and conversation was terrible and I wasn't even having half of a time and Kim and I left to go get ready for the evening. The evening started AWFUL TERRIBLE. I mean... on a scale of 1 to 10 I got to a 1.8. Tote mis. Did not want to participate but had to because I was there. Dave took it upon himself to raise mine and Kim's fun factor to above 5 - and - as much as neither of us want to admit it... he may have had a hand in raising the fun factor to at least a 5. The night continued to progress and Kim and I might have tried an awful shot at the encouragement of Paul the bath room guarder. What did he suggest? Cafe Patron. Hoodrat? Maybe. Good? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Coffee flavored tequila? Are you vomming just thinking about it? Umm, yea you are. A bunch of other work people arrived and a few more drinks and before you know it times are nearing a 10. Times were so near a 10 that when Kim and I had to sleep on a non-vacuumed floor at Dave's apartment... well, we didn't even mind!!!
Kim and I got up early to go drive to Philadelphia- she lives south of the city and was dropping me off at my cousin's wedding north of the city. First event of the car trip was stopping at McDonald's. It was 10:43 and we both wanted breakfast but while driving there Kim remembered Big Daddy and said that breakfast is done at 10:30 and we'd have to get lunch. Obviously, on the ride over there, I resolve to get chicken nuggets and start to get a taste for them and we drive up to the window but... we're still curious about breakfast. Kim asks if they are still serving breakfast and the woman in a weird way says yes but ultimately we decide we both want the chicken nuggets. So Kim says "two number 10's please" and sausage burrito or something disgusting shows up and she says "No- we want the lunch menu" and the woman says "we aren't serving lunch" and Kim and I pretty much paralyzed at the thought of this.... WHAT DO WE DO NOW!?? Let the line behind us grow and keep looking over the breakfast menu complaining about how we wish we could get lunch. We finally decide on matching biscuit breakfast with large waters. We eat in the parking lot near a stinky garbage can and get back on the road. We spend some time talking about dying - which is morbid and a little bit of foreshadowing and then the most terrible of things happens...
On the highway.
Going 55 MPH.
Just heading to Philadelphia.
HORNS! BREAKS! SPINNING! GUARDRAIL. ACCIDENT!!!!!!!
Oh my goddddd. It was that stressful!!! What had happened was Kim was just driving along, minding her business and this JACKASS BLACK TRUCK COMES ZIPPING UP THE ROAD AND RIGHT INTO OUR LANE!!! To avoid immediate collision Kim lays on her horn and hits the breaks and this is when the car goes out of control and we spin out across 4 lanes of traffic. Kim and I look at each other during the spin and she is saying "Oh my God, Megan!!! Oh my God, Megan!!!" and I'm yelling "Kim!! We're fine!! We're fine!!" and we go into the far left median and the front of the car hits the guard rail and I remember praying "Don't let it hit Kim's door!! Don't let it!!" and dirt is flying into our windows and we finally come to a stop and HOLY FRICKIN CRAP. The JACKAS BLACK TRUCK continued to zip away leaving us in disaster mode. However, for as emotional as Kim is and as high-strung that I am- we really handled the entire incident quiet well. We took a minute in the car just breathing and finally got out of the car. 2 cars pulled over to wait for us to surface but they quickly drove off. There were crickets everywhere in the grass which was disgusting. Considering the fact that God miraculously made all cars on the road behind us we were so lucky to not hit anyone else. I mean- just so lucky! Hearts pounding, panicked, but fresh off of training we immediately gave each other feedback on how well we did in our first accident and what could we do better next time. Does this mean we work too much? Maybe. Regardless- the police came and got us off the highway and gave Kim an incident report and, Kim, such the trooper, continued on our way to Philadelphia!
We kept reliving the accident the entire time- I mean, it's definitely a stressful event and I kept remember looking at the guardrail and knowing it was going to be a terrible collision.... but... then... it was the most minimal accident that it could be given the circumstances. We were really SO SO lucky. Miracle. Kim believes this is why people turn to God- she might be right.
Called my parents to tell them about the accident and tell them I'd be late. Which I was... so I had to rush rush rush to get ready for the wedding and overall hated my hair, makeup, dress and just wasn't having a pretty moment. Also, while getting ready the last few minutes Allie and my mother continued to sing "Jesus Take the Wheel" because of my near death experience. When we got to the lobby I found out I was the hotel's guest of the day and my parents made a huge deal about it in the hotel since I did almost die and the counter person even gave me this special treat bag for being guest of the day... Except, while I was Megan M, I was NOT guest of the day since the hotel reservation wasn't in my name. This is when Dad said it was time to get going before they figured it out...
My cousin's wedding was beautiful. I mean- not even I have a single complaint. Tent, music, food, family time, dancing, drinks, weather... ALL AMAZING. Father of the bride toast left not a dry eye in the tent and awesome music made sure no one was sitting and everyone was jamming. Table Eleven was the older cousin table and we wooped wooped everything and laughed and chatted and made table 11 the BEST. Essentially, the ultimate wedding was had.
My trip home, flight included, was smooth sailing- except, I need a vacation from my vacation. Work was out of control today- in by 8 AM out by 6:30... oh, and lunch at my desk. Tomorrow it appears that I have 7 hours of meetings back to back to back... so who knows when I'll get to go to the bathroom, grab another DC or, most importantly, EAT!!!!
Is it Friday yet? Can I wish for that on a Monday???
PS: Cousin Danny has a tshirt company. Reader submissions for tshirt designs are still be accepted.
PPS: WHY IS NO ONE NEW FOLLOWING ME LATELY!!?? RUDE!!! EVEN JILL SAID SHE IS BUT I DON'T SEE HER AND CAN NOW ONLY BELIEVE THAT SHE IS A LIAR!!!!
7/26/2010
reader submissions accepted!
Welcome to the first live from Munhall blog post!!!
Not many of you know what it is like for me to come home for a few days... I'll do my best to explain my trip....
First: NO ISSUES FLYING!!! Almost an issue when annoying woman in sun hat tried to talk to me by asking "Is this plane going to DC??" and I could tell just from her STUPID question that she was going to talk to me the ENTIRE plane ride. So, instead of answering her question I gave her a smile that said "You're an idiot. And I'm not acknowleding you." and I turned my head and that was the end of that.
I got home on Wednesday and my mom, sister and Lincoln picked me up. LINCOLN IS SO DAMN CUTE YOU CAN'T EVEN STAND IT!! He is such a cuddle bug and he sat with his Auntie Megan the entire drive home and I'm SO IN LOVE WITH HIM. Even the next day when I was babysitting him and he may have done a puppy poop on the carpet... I couldn't even be mad at him and his little puppy turds. I said.. AWW LINCOLN!!! And then I said... come here, baby!! He is cute and cuter than Allie.
When my mother saw me in the light of day she was not happy with my nail polish situation. See.... I decided to purchase yellow polish. Bright yellow. But, right next to the yellow was this blue glitter.... so I got that too. But I only put glitter on my droiding nails: my thumbs (for texting) and my right pointer finger (for touch-screening). Mare did not so much like this.
Working from home was, basically, a disaster. I mean- I don't know what part of WORK FROM HOME they don't understand but pretty much the second I got on a conference call chaos breaks out. The BIGGEST chaos situation was Thursday... My dad and neighbor Bill are redoing the basement and neighbor Bill comes in while I'm on one of my calls and notices that my mother made cookies. What does Bill say? Loudly? While I'm on the phone? "NOW THAT IS THE SHITTTT I AM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!" And I make a SHUT THE HELL UP face and point him to the basement. He sees puppy Lincoln and starts yelling "COME HERE NEW DOG! COME HERE NEW DOG". I mean, really?? Then the Edible Arrangements bouquet arrived and all humans in the vicinity flocked to the kitchen and I mean.... I need to live alone.
Friday night Allie and I went out in Southside. My Dad drove us there and on the ride there he suggested the best idea ever that would help me enhance my blog even more.... What is the best idea ever? TSHIRTS!!! So, we spent the entire drive thinking of what my Tshirt should say.... a few ideas are:
http://www.abitcattywampus.blogspot.com
Are you my husband?
rage.
You can get with this. Or you can get with that.
Cattywampus[kat-ee-wom-puhs] - adj: askew
And many others, that I am not remembering right now. Reader submissions are now being accepted. The 100th submission will recieve a free, copyrighted, abitcattywampus tshirt.
Back to Friday- we went out in Southside and Peter did not come with us but gave me one instruction: Do not be hungover for our car ride tomorrow. Ok. Whatever you say Peter. We went out with MK and Vanessa to Charlie Murdochs (which is a dueling piano bar). The pianists were not funny or enjoyable, so we went to the basement bar and raged. Cousin Kelly came by too and we enjoyed dollar drafts and there were a bunch of younger kids from my high school there. Including one of Allie's friends named Dave who has a rockin bod. Which I didn't know until Allie told me and he let me touch his chest. Is this inappropriate for a bar? I don't know. But was it rockin? Yes, I think that is the only way to describe it. Brother Matt picked us up and drove us home around 1AM or so and then before you knew it, it was 8AM and Pete was there to pick me up....
...And I was hungover. Woops. I tossed anything I thought I might need into a bag and got in the car. Pete and I had a great 4 hour car ride and he even stopped two times so I could go to the bathroom. He was SO great. He gave me all the scoop on everyone he thought I would meet and everyone he knew I would love and want to marry. I'm just going to put it out there that overall this wedding was everything I hope I never have to participate in for a wedding ever again. The two worst parts of the wedding celebration were 1) instead of doing a receiving line the bride and groom dismissed each pew individually and we had to watch them hug EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE HOTTEST CHURCH IN THE WORLD and 2) the food was terrible (awful and not enough! We went to Wegman's after everything ended.). But, the boys.... Lord! Again, Pete has all these handsome friends that are all taken NOW but I bet 2 years ago they weren't! They were all just great guys and really handsome. Everyone came attached with a date except friend Koz. (Friend Koz stayed in the hotel room with me and Pete and when he was changing he was in just his underpants and he was so handsome.) But, because Koz came without a date.... when we picked up our table numbers Koz was at table 17 but the rest of us were table 18! Table 17 was not only the loser table, but table 18 was the Penn State table. We chatted for 15 minutes about what we were going to do with Koz until he finally went over and took his entire place setting and brought it over to the ultimate table: 18. Dancing was lame at the wedding as well: it only lasted about an hour and I hated all the music. Except the two slow songs I danced cheek to cheek with Peter. His friends are definitely confused. We definitely appeared to be dating half the night, and fighting the other half. I'm pretty sure they weren't sure what was going on... but, we still had a great time all night.
Pete made us get up so early so he could pitch his baseball game that was canceled anyway. Our drive home ended up being very dangerous when a suddend down pour took away Pete's vision and we had to drive with hazard lights since we couldn't find a safe place to pull off. We spent a lot of the drive home planning our weddings (together and separate) and planning the guest list. If you've ever spoken to Pete- you're probably invited. If you've ever spoken to me- you probably aren't invited. Anyway, Pete and I discussed how confused his friends must be with if we are friends or dating or hate each other or love each other or what.... and he did the unthinkable!!! He said... NO MORE BABES! This blew my mind. I always call him babe. But, he is right. I can't ever get a husband if everyone is a babe- single men might think I'm dating Pete when we know that is not the case. SO. I am never calling anyone babe again. It's done. It's over. You aren't my babe unless you are my husband. Except the few times I'm sure that I will make a mistake and call an old babe, babe. Also. Lip kissing. Over. Gone. Done. This is my new life and approach to finding a husband. Purging all babes.
The rest of my time home so far has been just as expected- more and more chaos. But, fun. Visits with the old people (grandparents), lots of puppy playing, lots of Moses loving, more and more shopping with my mom and Allie, lots of Mad Men repeats and even more Bravo TV including Bethenny Getting Married and New Jersey Housewives. I've also spent a lot of time in my sister's room because she has a bigger TV and that cute puppy I keep talking about. Oh, and because tonight we're going to make an online dating profile for me...
More to come. (PS: I'm not rereading this and spell check isn't working so who knows WHAT I really wrote up there...)
Not many of you know what it is like for me to come home for a few days... I'll do my best to explain my trip....
First: NO ISSUES FLYING!!! Almost an issue when annoying woman in sun hat tried to talk to me by asking "Is this plane going to DC??" and I could tell just from her STUPID question that she was going to talk to me the ENTIRE plane ride. So, instead of answering her question I gave her a smile that said "You're an idiot. And I'm not acknowleding you." and I turned my head and that was the end of that.
I got home on Wednesday and my mom, sister and Lincoln picked me up. LINCOLN IS SO DAMN CUTE YOU CAN'T EVEN STAND IT!! He is such a cuddle bug and he sat with his Auntie Megan the entire drive home and I'm SO IN LOVE WITH HIM. Even the next day when I was babysitting him and he may have done a puppy poop on the carpet... I couldn't even be mad at him and his little puppy turds. I said.. AWW LINCOLN!!! And then I said... come here, baby!! He is cute and cuter than Allie.
When my mother saw me in the light of day she was not happy with my nail polish situation. See.... I decided to purchase yellow polish. Bright yellow. But, right next to the yellow was this blue glitter.... so I got that too. But I only put glitter on my droiding nails: my thumbs (for texting) and my right pointer finger (for touch-screening). Mare did not so much like this.
Working from home was, basically, a disaster. I mean- I don't know what part of WORK FROM HOME they don't understand but pretty much the second I got on a conference call chaos breaks out. The BIGGEST chaos situation was Thursday... My dad and neighbor Bill are redoing the basement and neighbor Bill comes in while I'm on one of my calls and notices that my mother made cookies. What does Bill say? Loudly? While I'm on the phone? "NOW THAT IS THE SHITTTT I AM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!" And I make a SHUT THE HELL UP face and point him to the basement. He sees puppy Lincoln and starts yelling "COME HERE NEW DOG! COME HERE NEW DOG". I mean, really?? Then the Edible Arrangements bouquet arrived and all humans in the vicinity flocked to the kitchen and I mean.... I need to live alone.
Friday night Allie and I went out in Southside. My Dad drove us there and on the ride there he suggested the best idea ever that would help me enhance my blog even more.... What is the best idea ever? TSHIRTS!!! So, we spent the entire drive thinking of what my Tshirt should say.... a few ideas are:
http://www.abitcattywampus.blogspot.com
Are you my husband?
rage.
You can get with this. Or you can get with that.
Cattywampus[kat-ee-wom-puhs] - adj: askew
And many others, that I am not remembering right now. Reader submissions are now being accepted. The 100th submission will recieve a free, copyrighted, abitcattywampus tshirt.
Back to Friday- we went out in Southside and Peter did not come with us but gave me one instruction: Do not be hungover for our car ride tomorrow. Ok. Whatever you say Peter. We went out with MK and Vanessa to Charlie Murdochs (which is a dueling piano bar). The pianists were not funny or enjoyable, so we went to the basement bar and raged. Cousin Kelly came by too and we enjoyed dollar drafts and there were a bunch of younger kids from my high school there. Including one of Allie's friends named Dave who has a rockin bod. Which I didn't know until Allie told me and he let me touch his chest. Is this inappropriate for a bar? I don't know. But was it rockin? Yes, I think that is the only way to describe it. Brother Matt picked us up and drove us home around 1AM or so and then before you knew it, it was 8AM and Pete was there to pick me up....
...And I was hungover. Woops. I tossed anything I thought I might need into a bag and got in the car. Pete and I had a great 4 hour car ride and he even stopped two times so I could go to the bathroom. He was SO great. He gave me all the scoop on everyone he thought I would meet and everyone he knew I would love and want to marry. I'm just going to put it out there that overall this wedding was everything I hope I never have to participate in for a wedding ever again. The two worst parts of the wedding celebration were 1) instead of doing a receiving line the bride and groom dismissed each pew individually and we had to watch them hug EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE HOTTEST CHURCH IN THE WORLD and 2) the food was terrible (awful and not enough! We went to Wegman's after everything ended.). But, the boys.... Lord! Again, Pete has all these handsome friends that are all taken NOW but I bet 2 years ago they weren't! They were all just great guys and really handsome. Everyone came attached with a date except friend Koz. (Friend Koz stayed in the hotel room with me and Pete and when he was changing he was in just his underpants and he was so handsome.) But, because Koz came without a date.... when we picked up our table numbers Koz was at table 17 but the rest of us were table 18! Table 17 was not only the loser table, but table 18 was the Penn State table. We chatted for 15 minutes about what we were going to do with Koz until he finally went over and took his entire place setting and brought it over to the ultimate table: 18. Dancing was lame at the wedding as well: it only lasted about an hour and I hated all the music. Except the two slow songs I danced cheek to cheek with Peter. His friends are definitely confused. We definitely appeared to be dating half the night, and fighting the other half. I'm pretty sure they weren't sure what was going on... but, we still had a great time all night.
Pete made us get up so early so he could pitch his baseball game that was canceled anyway. Our drive home ended up being very dangerous when a suddend down pour took away Pete's vision and we had to drive with hazard lights since we couldn't find a safe place to pull off. We spent a lot of the drive home planning our weddings (together and separate) and planning the guest list. If you've ever spoken to Pete- you're probably invited. If you've ever spoken to me- you probably aren't invited. Anyway, Pete and I discussed how confused his friends must be with if we are friends or dating or hate each other or love each other or what.... and he did the unthinkable!!! He said... NO MORE BABES! This blew my mind. I always call him babe. But, he is right. I can't ever get a husband if everyone is a babe- single men might think I'm dating Pete when we know that is not the case. SO. I am never calling anyone babe again. It's done. It's over. You aren't my babe unless you are my husband. Except the few times I'm sure that I will make a mistake and call an old babe, babe. Also. Lip kissing. Over. Gone. Done. This is my new life and approach to finding a husband. Purging all babes.
The rest of my time home so far has been just as expected- more and more chaos. But, fun. Visits with the old people (grandparents), lots of puppy playing, lots of Moses loving, more and more shopping with my mom and Allie, lots of Mad Men repeats and even more Bravo TV including Bethenny Getting Married and New Jersey Housewives. I've also spent a lot of time in my sister's room because she has a bigger TV and that cute puppy I keep talking about. Oh, and because tonight we're going to make an online dating profile for me...
More to come. (PS: I'm not rereading this and spell check isn't working so who knows WHAT I really wrote up there...)
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