In your face Ice Cream Man!!

I got dressed up this past Friday. You know - make-up, heels, low cut shirt, sexily tousled hair (if I do say so myself). I was almost overcome with the need to drive through the ice cream place and tell Mr. Inappropriate Comment Ice Cream Vendor (as I like to call him...or Senor Jacka** for short) that I do actually leave my home on occasion. Ha! I decided that this action could potentially be seen as even more pathetic so I refrained. Barely. I just thought I should blog about it as SOMEONE out there called me borderline agoraphobic. I don't need to name names...ahem Mr. AJR.

She doesn't deserve it...

Hair extensions. Britney Spears goes through a new set of crappy-a** hair every week. It looks like she lets her children do her weave and there are plenty of people out there that need hair for good reasons. I say she should be banned from getting any more hair. I say this because I am growing my hair out for Locks of Love and it is taking forever. I have not had my hair significantly cut since March of 2006 and I will probably need another year before I have enough hair to donate. By the way, this is probably the longest I have ever had my hair which is good and bad. I am tired of it, but I don't think it looks too bad. You should check out their website if you are considering donating your hair.

Okay when others are not

I have been pretty even these days. I mean that I haven't been too down and things seem good in my life. This is not true for some of my friends and I am trying to be supportive and helpful. I want my friends to feel comfortable coming to me with their problems, but it is also important for me to keep my happiness in focus as well. Sometimes this is hard and I almost feel bad that I feel okay and they don't (ummm, yesterday's post...?). I guess I just want to put this in print. There it is.

Guilt. It's what drives me.

I have blogged about this before (I don't feel like linking, so you can search for the post if you really care). I feel guilt all the time and it is about stuff I shouldn't feel guilty about. I worry that I hurt people's feelings by saying the littlest things. I really don't think this happens with most people. I am going to conduct a very unscientific experiment and keep track of how often I feel guilty tomorrow. I will get back to you...

Do you remember

This Post?

Well, it happened again. Same guy. There I was waiting for my ice cream (I really don't go very often) and he looks at me and says "so, are you eating ice cream alone tonight?"

Nice.

People, I made up an Ice-Cream Boyfriend. Sad? Yes. Self-preservation and face-saving? Yes. It made me feel better. I hope that you will wish Rocky Road (my bfs name) and I a very happy future.

Let me introduce you to...

Teddy G. - otherwise known as Mr. C*ckblocker. T.G. has been known to sit directly between an amorous couple to make sure nothing naughty happens. It seems he has a sensor for anyone having romantic inclinations. Luckily, as these things haven't happened to me since Moses parted the Red Sea - I haven't had to suffer such a terrible distraction. I mention this because the roomie was getting a little PG-13 loving on our couch and Mr. C*ckblocker came in for the kill. He hopped on the back of the gentleman caller and waited to be included in the action. Needless to say, he got left in the den while the couple moved onto the boudoir. I could tell Teddy was a little depressed when I got home...

That's it.

California should have its justice system disbanded and jury trials farmed out to other states. If you can't manage to find Phil Spector guilty of murder, then you officially lose your privileges. I'm sorry if it is a little far fetched for me to believe that some woman would come to his house and as a result of being depressed kill herself in the foyer. Come on, people. I certainly will not mention another trial that has been in the news lately, but I think we all know of which I'm referring.

What do you think?

I don't really have much to say

Things have been pretty okay lately, so I am expecting bad things. It's how I work. I inherited this unrelenting optimism from my mother. It's sad, but this is how I think.

Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Honestly, I believe I am just basing my opinions on how things usually go.

Dreams

Someone at work told me about a dream she had about me. I shall give you the Reader's Digest version:

I called her and told her to come to work and see my new Boston Terrier puppy. She came to see him and he was really cute, but she wanted to know what had happened to Teddy. I told her that I didn't have Teddy anymore (!!! what !!!). Since she knows how much I love my dog, she asked what happened. I told her that a hawk swooped down and ate him while I was walking him at the local park.

Honestly, I laughed pretty hard. I have decided not to walk him at local parks though. No need to tempt fate.

What are you reading??

Right now, I am dividing my time between several books:

Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man by Fannie Flagg
Fourth Comings by Megan McCafferty (read this !!)
a romance series by Debbie Macomber
a non-fiction title about troubled teens
and I am re-reading several of my favorite books of all time.

So good. So happy to be reading!

Are you reading anything good?

Also, check out the link to Roach's Blog. Apparently, it's about sports and I am reading it because I love him, but I don't really get it. If you're an Alabama fan, I am sure you will like it.

If you aren't as horrified and outraged by this story as I am we can't be friends.

I read this story on cnn.com

I cannot imagine the level of suffering that poor Tobey suffered. I cried as I read it and I hope these kids spend a long time behind bars.

http://www.ksat.com/news/14008907/detail.html
(copy and paste - for some reason blogger isn't feeling the love for embedded links)

I don't want to jinx this

Things may be on an upswing. I felt pretty good at work today and I was able to laugh and joke with my coworkers and patrons like usual. I like being someone who is fun to be around and I got to be this way today. Hopefully, this will continue.

On another note,

Did you see Britney?!?!?!?!?!?!

I was really hoping she would pull it together and show everyone that she could come back. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. She looked uncomfortable and like she wanted to be anywhere but on that stage. Why doesn't she just fade away and become like Paula Abdul? You know - crazy, but making bank on some cheesy show. I think dear Brit-Brit should have stuck with pets and not babies. I truly feel for those two boys that will have to endure pictures of their mother's hoo-ha online in perpetuity. People are just craaaaaazzzzzyyyyyy, yo.

Financial Responsibility

I spend money willy-nilly. Yes. I actually spend money willy-nilly. Not on extravagant purchases, but on little things everyday that add up to a lot of money. I need some personal responsibility. I have decided to...

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go on a budget. ick. I'll let you know how my sucky life goes from here.

Totally stole this from Belle of Madison

People think I'm repugnant? Great. A man. And repugnant. The hits just keep on coming.

You're Ulysses!by James JoyceMost people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.

Ain't that a bitch

For the second time in about a month a small child has asked or mistaken me for a boy. I probably shouldn't be sharing this with you as it isn't exactly flattering. It's sad that in my old age I am starting to look like a dude. The most annoying part is that my hair has probably never been longer (it's around 4 inches past my shoulders) and I am not flat chested by any means. WTF? I know what you might say...they're just little kids who can't tell the difference, but maybe I am slowly morphing into an unattractive woman? Perhaps soon to be mistaken as a guy by adults. Sh*t. Things just seem to get better and better. Sometimes I just want to scream "What is wrong with you?! Do I look like a man, do I? DO I? Find your own books." I resist this almost overwhelming urge. Once again, I am growing as a person.