Starting Again...

I keep putting off my next post, because... well, because that is what I do. I procrastinate and I am really really good at it. At least in my personal life I am. When it comes to work, I am completely different. I start projects right away and have them finished long before they are due. I get horribly annoyed with co-workers who procrastinate and then need help completing their project at the last minute. I know I am a bit crazy. I just wish I could figure out a way to think about housework and homework like my work work... I think the craziest part is that I even procrastinate when it comes to things I want to do. I mean things like laundry and my essay exam are pretty easy to figure out why I don't want to dive right in, but writing blog posts or watching a movie with the hubby? I keep thinking I should get one of those self-help books on stopping procrastination, but I haven't made it down to the bookstore quite yet...

I Could Cry...

I just got back from my short walk because my Nike+ broke and now I really just want to cry...

On the Right Path...

"We make money, make money, to spend, people want, people need, cause it never ends, now baby..." Pepper "Rent"

Day two of learning how to run... done. No Billy today. Just a run and some randomness. I'll weigh in tonight and close my eyes to my fat little Mii.

I need to finish my reading assignments, so I can move onto the writing assignments all of which are due on Saturday. Magnificent. I am an incredible procrastinator, second to none, if I do say so myself.

Why doesn't beer boast your metabolism like a weight loss drink? If only I could figure that one out, then I would be a bazillionaire...

My pops birthday is tomorrow, so we will be having the family birthday dinner. Yum... I love dinners with my family even if little miss bratzilla does attack...

I Need A Pep Talk...

"... bring a mirror to my face let all my memories be gone..." - Spoon "My Little Japanese Cigarette Case"

I began my first day of training on my Nike+ walk to run program. Got my ass kicked by Billy Banks. Then my Wii Fit called me overweight and told me to loss twenty pounds. What an amazing ending to a three day weekend. To add insult to injury, Wii Fit makes your little character fatten up for a lovely visual. Guess I should focus on a healthy diet and regular exercise.

Okay, time for a quick shower and a bit more homework before bed. I have to become reintroduced to four am tomorrow morning quickly followed by an hour long commute. God, I love my life... No, really I do love my life.

Stopping By To Say, "Hello"

Hello!!! I am attempting to turn off my work brain, so this doesn't become my curious rant about all things work related. I am however having a bit of trouble turning work off right at the moment. Nothing bad. Just a very full day, so when I turn work off there is nothing floating around tonight. So to keep up with my daily blogging, I figured I would complete this meme I read over at Vixen's place. The point here is that you can only give YES or NO answers.

Been arrested? No
Kissed someone you didn’t like? No
Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
Ran a red light? Yes
Been suspended from school? No
Experienced love at first sight? No
Totaled your car in an accident? No
Been fired from a job? No
Fired somebody? Yes
Sang karaoke? No
Pointed a gun at someone? No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? No
Kissed in the rain? Yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? No
Seen someone die? No
Played spin-the-bottle? Yes
Smoked a cigar? Yes
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Smuggled something into another country? No
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes
Broken a bone? Yes
Skipped school? No
Eaten a bug? Yes
Sleepwalked? No
Walked a moonlit beach? Yes
Rode a motorcycle? Yes
Dumped someone? Yes
Lied to avoid a ticket? No
Ridden in a helicopter? No
Shaved your head? No
Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? No
Eaten snake? Yes
Marched/Protested? No
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No
Puked on amusement ride? Yes
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? No
Been in a band? No
Been on TV? No
Shot a gun? Yes
Skinny-dipped? Yes
Gave someone stitches? No
Ridden a surfboard? No
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? Yes
Had surgery? Yes
Streaked? Yes
Taken by ambulance to hospital? No
Passed out when not drinking? Yes
Peed on a bush? Yes
Donated Blood? Yes
Grabbed electric fence? No
Eaten alligator meat? No
Killed an animal when not hunting? No
Peed your pants in public? No
Snuck into a movie without paying? No
Written graffiti? No
Still love someone you shouldn’t? No
Been in handcuffs? Yes
Believe in love? Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes

Well, I apologize for being less than a ball of fire tonight. I'll be back tomorrow.

I'm Sorry, but I'm Back....

Oh dearest blog I have neglected you and I am so terribly sorry. Please know that I have not forgotten you. I think of you often, of stories I wish to tell you and secrets I wish to confess, but I find time passes much to quickly between my visits. I know that I quick "Hello" is all you ask of me, but I find I am too short on time to say all I wish and then say nothing at all. Our friendship was just beginning to blossom and I have abandoned you and now must begin again. A good friend told me that daily writing is a habit and it is one I will attempt to form. I must overcome another habit, procrastination, first and I have practiced this one far longer than I can recall.

Hmmm... now that I've gotten that off my chest; let's start new or again, whichever. Thank goodness today is Friday and I have a drink in my hand. Well, on my desk. This week has been a bit much and I am very ready for a nice relaxing weekend. I have been fighting our lawyer to get descent or should I say any service for the past three months and have almost won. Okay, won is the wrong word, since all I really did was get a headache and a full refund. I'll keep the refund and am currently washing the headache away with Tanqueray and grapefruit juice. Would that be a Gin Greyhound?? I have no idea, but it is tasty. Sorry, I got thirsty, but I'm back... again...

So, on the other front of my long week was work. Now I must say, that I truly love my job, not even just the paycheck portion of it; I really do enjoy what I do all day. Minus the waking up to an alarm clock part I wouldn't change much. Oh, did you catch the "much"? Well to be honest, if I ran the world, I would change all types of things, but that is a bit beyond this conversation. I adore my assistant, I really do. She's great, but I need her to learn three things that I have no idea how to train her for: 1) To follow-up... If I ask you to call somebody about something, I don't mean just leave them a message or send them an e-mail and forget about it... I mean get me an answer, and that answer should be the one I'm looking for. 2) Know when not to talk... When I'm pulling my hair out attempting to make a deadline, it is not a good time to bitch about your boyfriend and when other people are in the office don't spout off like it is just the two of us bullshitting. 3) Take some initiative, instead of just taking the shortcut... Just because it is easier for you to ask me for the answer does not make it the right thing to do... If I wanted to come up with the answer I would have taken care of the project myself; figure it out...If you have nothing to do, find something, anything, so you keep busy; wait... anything except screwing around and looking for a reason to leave early. Is this too much to ask?

Wow... Apparently, I had a bit more to rant about than I thought. I really do appreciate the assistance I receive and some days she is "on it" in a big way, but I need that everyday all the time. Still, I have to remember that she is young. As I type this, I wonder how many people have said this same thing about me... I am young too, not that young, but still, I also was not as young as she is when I was her age, but such is life. I could go off again on this subject, but I'll save that for another time. It has been a long while and I wouldn't want to over do it right out of the gate...

Saturday Ramblings

I sat down to work on my "List" update, but I'm just not feeling it. I am continuously thinking of things and thoughts that I want to post and I never seem to make it to my keyboard to make the connection between brain and screen. I am currently rocking out to Girl Talk, so a huge thank you goes out to Miss Sex and Food for turning me on, and just felt the need to start typing. I apologize in advance if this post jumps from thought to thought and topic to topic.

Last Friday I escaped work a bit early, so the hubby and I could go watch my fabulous spoiled brat of a niece sing Taylor Swift's Love Story in her school talent show. I must tell you that little girl was amazing, actually all of the kids were impressive, but I'm a bit partial to the one who runs up to me every time I see her and jumps into my arms. I did however almost break into tears a few acts later when a little girl did a ballet dance to Miley Cyrus' Butterfly Fly Away. It was not her dancing that evoked the tears and I had no idea who was singing as I listened to the lyrics of this song for the first time. If you are not yourself familiar with this song take a moment to read the opening lines before proceeding.

Miley Cyrus Butterfly Fly Away Lyrics

So here I am in the first row of an elementary school talent show seated between the hubby and my father holding back tears as I listen to a Miley Cyrus song, sometime my life surprises even me. Okay now for the explanation.... My dad is amazing, that's the short story and here is a longer version: After my parents divorced when I was five, my father was twenty-eight and my mother was twenty-four, my dad proceed to raise me, alone. My mom has always been around in her own way, but has been much too wrapped up in her own world to actually play the role of mother. My father on the other hand paid the bills and took care of me, all the while dealing with a daughter who had to push the limits and got away with murder by simply spending the night at Mom's. When she was too wrapped up in men and drugs to return phone calls, he was there every time without doubt or question. When I sat in the halls of the courthouse nervous as hell that I may be called to testify, he sat holding my hand, while she walked by holding hands with the defendant without even looking at me. Every other weekend when I waited hours for her to pick me up, he assured me that this time she didn't forget to pick me up, she always had. When my mom was overwhelmed by her life and disappeared for months, he held me when I cried, but never stopped her from seeing me when she returned, although I'm sure it broke his heart. At my wedding, he was there early and helped clean-up and packed up all my gifts to store at his house until after my honeymoon, she arrived late and left early. My father waited over ten years to live with his girlfriend, so I would not have to change schools and still asked me if I was okay with her moving into our house when I was eighteen. He still calls it "our" house, even though I moved out years ago and own my own home with the hubby. My mother once left me sleeping in a house with her two boyfriends while she moved into a hotel room with her new young stud and then finally called a week later, as I laid sick as a dog in bed, asking me to tell them she wasn't coming back, "feel better, baby, bye." My father still stores Barbies and My Little Ponies in his rafters; I store my mother's Bible and keepsakes in mine. I never understood when I was a teenager just how thankful I would be for everything my father did, but I do now, and I am constantly hoping that he knows how grateful I am and how much I love him. I learned never to expect anybody to stick around in my life, but I've always known he would be there no matter what. So to summarize, my dad... well there are simply no words to describe him properly and my mom... is my mom.

Sunday Night Ramblings

I just wanted to quickly share with all of you in blogger land that I *love* waxing. Well not the actually waxing part, but the next day and the day after that and the week after that part, that part I *love*. Just wanted to share that.