My Freezer

Is the most honest thing about me. If you really want to get to know me, check out my freezer. My idealized life is in direct conflict with my "real" one. I have nothing to speak of in the refrigerator, but the sub-zero cave above it is another story.

The idealized part:
lean cuisines of all types
all fruit bars with less than 90 calories
frozen veggies
healthy soup I made months ago
single serving chicken breasts

The "real" part:
ice cream (four different kinds - some light, some not - various sizes)
mini-hamburgers - they're gross, but still...
quiche
five frozen mugs (for the brew)
fat-filled chicken pot pie

Guess which items are older and have witnessed the comings and goings of other foods...

I knew the moment I woke up

I never should have gotten out of bed. The alarm went off and I felt like I hadn't gotten any sleep. I could barely get out of bed, but Teddy was quite demanding so I took him outside and cursed the fact that I had to go to work. It was also raining. I love laying in bed and listening to it rain and it made me hate going to work even more. Finally, I got my ass in gear and got ready and headed out and got to work early (good for me), but there was some work drama - as there usually is around here. It put me on the defensive, but I am trying to see things from a different perspective and realize that I could, possibly, however unlikely, be in the wrong. Oh well. I want to go home and put my head under the covers and not get out until Sunday. I have always been goal oriented (ummm, right...) so I think I can make this idea come to fruition.

Why not?

As this blog has become a clearinghouse of humiliation for me, I figured I would add to your already colorful picture of my exciting life. Often, I detail my new interests or addictions and read the responses that these confessions elicit. Today is no different. My new addiction?

Super Nintendo. Yep. No, I didn't get in my time machine and travel back to 1991. I just happened to have one laying around my closet and pulled it out for sh*ts and giggles. That was a month ago. I have tried to keep my secret hidden, but I am tired of leading this double life. It is time I admitted I have a problem. I love Super Mario World and I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS. Well, that's not really true, but if I keep saying it to myself maybe I'll believe it. You really can't blame me because there is no cable hook-up in my bedroom, but I have a t.v. in there. I have to do something with the television and this is more practical than drilling holes in walls and running an additional cable line to my bedroom. Plus, I have a touch of insomnia and I'm not supposed to watch television in bed. I don't think playing video games counts.

It's official. I'm a pre-adolescent boy. Could this be rock bottom?

Nah.

Spending Freeze

As paltry as they may be, I have frozen my assets (not literally - just no spending ANY money). I haven't spent anything today or yesterday and I am not planning on spending any money until my next paycheck (the 15th). Part of this is driven by poverty and the other part is that I just don't watch my money very well. I don't get all crazy or anything, but I spend more than I should. I am not buying any food as I have enough in the house to last me a while and I am not going out and buying anything (i.e. drinks or movies, or whatnot). Yay. I guess this will be a good way for me to clean out my shelves and freezer - there's really nothing to speak of in the refrigerator aside from a wide variety of condiments. Maybe I can fill my new found free time being productive. Perhaps cleaning my apartment like I planned when my dad came to visit? Well, let's not get crazy.

Who's with me? Haha, no really, don't do it.

And they said it wouldn't last

And it didn't. Paris Hilton broke up with her shipping heir boyfriend, Zeus or Amadeus or whatever the hell his name is. Thank God most normal people don't run around slobbering all over their significant others and declaring how they "are, like, soooooo much in love!" Ick. I think more people would go postal if they had to witness such a cluster f*ck of vapidness and self-indulgence.

Until the next shipping heir, farewell, Poseidon (or whatever ye name may be), farewell. You are better off without Paris.

This is just ridiculous

I haven't been in anything resembling a relationship since the 19th century and then I have to read about this:

Woman, 104, takes man, 33, as husband No. 21

Please don't miss the part where he hopes to teach her Roman script - ummm, if I was 104, all I want to do is lay around and have my 33 year-old hubby waiting on me. Only if they had a picture of the happy couple. They're probably planning on adopting.

A Grey's Anatomy Question

Why is it that Izzie's (Katherine Heigl) scrubs are tighter around the boobs than anyone else's? This includes the more generously curved Dr. Bailey. Were they out of another size? Just seems sad that this poor girl has to suffer ill-fitting scrubs while she is trying to save lives.

Are you doing enough?

This is the question I ask myself on a daily basis. I have asked this of myself for years because I never feel like I am doing enough. Let me explain. I am always comparing myself with other people and coming up short. I'm too lazy, too fat, too selfish, too conservative, too liberal, too dumb, too naive, too mean, and on and on and on. Generally, I don't believe these things about myself, but when I am having a lot of self doubt one or more of these thoughts creaps into my mind. I know I'm not the only one who thinks about this stuff, but I always feel like "if people really knew me...they wouldn't like me..." I think the key is living my life and doing what I know is right and good for me and other people. It may not be right for everyone, but I'm too old to keep this sh*t up. I keep waiting to feel more self assured and it is has come much more slowly than I thought it would.

As a wise man once said: "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog-gone-it people like me!"

Grrr and double Grrr

I know that some of you don't really get the whole "NASCAR thing," but I was really excited about the race and on the second of three pace laps it started raining. It was cold, windy, and wet, but we tried to stick it out. Finally, the five of us admitted defeat and started the long trek back to the cars. Disappointment doesn't really cover my feelings because going to a race is a big deal. It wears you out and after all of the preparation we didn't even get to see anything. For those of you who are curious, even the NASCAR newbies were getting excited after the cars started their engines (when all 43 cars start their engines it vibrates through the stadium and you can't help but get caught up in the moment). Luckily, I took off Monday and I will be watching the race on t.v. today in about 30 minutes, but it's still not the same. Oh well, at least I get to sit on my couch.

Talladega, Baby!

This is one of the weekends that I look forward to the most over the course of the year. Me, Jenny, Fran, Rachel, and Sean are all making the trip to the Talladega Super Speedway. Fran, Rachel, and Sean are all newbies to NASCAR and I think they are all in for a big surprise. Now, I am not a psychic but I think I can predict the events of the weekend:
We will leave around 3 a.m., drive to the track, take a bit of a nap, proceed to the hospitality area, eat, drink copious amounts of beer, and watch the race. Only in America, people, only in America.

Rumor has it

From several celeb sites that Britney Spears is pregnant. Five months pregnant. Her son is seven months old. Good Lord. Kevin Federline has SUPER SPERM. Really? Kevin? He is someone that has the ability to produce children without effort? Finally, a sign definite sign that the world is ending.

Access Hollywood

Perez Hilton

MSNBC

There are bad moods and then there is what I was

I was in FOUL mood today and God have mercy on the people that crossed my path at work this morning. I try to be a fun person to work with and be a fairly good worker while I'm there, but today was just not it. I took a nap at my desk in the morning, cried in the back room in the afternoon, and sat on the counter at night and watched someone else work while I bitched. It really is a wonder that I haven't found another job, isn't it? I am in a better mood right now and hope it lasts into tomorrow. Part of the reason I feel better is reading the encouraging comments people have left on this blog and that I really will find the right job for me.

On a side note, something has really been bothering me lately. People who back into parking places. These individuals will spend five minutes or more trying to back into a space so that they will be able to whip out of the space with lightning speed at a future time. They will struggle to straighten their car and back in and pull out and on and on until they park somewhat straight. Sometimes I just want to say "park like a normal person and get out of the g.d. car!"

I'll end the suspense

I didn't get the job. I know I shouldn't be upset because I really wasn't qualified, but I am and that's all I can say about it. Whatever. I don't want to talk about it, so if I haven't called or emailed to discuss it personally, that's why.

On to another topic: Have you ever wanted something and not gotten it and it turned out to be a blessing?

I have and that is why I am trying to put all of this job nonsense into perspective. Some of you ladies who read this blog were in the very same sorority that I was in. Well, when I got my bid, I was miserable. I didn't want to be in that sorority because all of my friends were in another one. I felt sorry for myself and probably worried the actives because they could tell I was less than thrilled. The thing is, it was one of the best things that happened to me in college. I met a lot of people that I remain friends with to this day and I think I had a much better time in the group that I ended up in than any other sorority I could have been in. It was a good fit for me. There are other examples of me not getting what I want and everything turning out for the best, but this is my favorite example because it was one of the most rewarding. With that said, sappy girl time is officially over for 2006.

The Interview

I think it went well. Initially, I met with four people and they asked me typical interview questions, which were fine. They asked me if I had questions for them and I struggled a bit on that one, but I came up with a couple of fairly intelligent questions. After I left, I went and visited Jenny's parent's house and got a call from one of the ladies I interviewed with and she asked me to come back because another lady wanted to meet with me (she had gotten held up in traffic) so I did and that went well. I think it went pretty well and I will let ya'll know if I get any news. Now I am going to sit on my couch and enjoy not being in a suit. They really are just ridiculous.

I have an interview this afternoon

I wasn't nervous this morning, but now I am. I look awful in the pinstripe suit I am wearing and the top I picked is unflattering to say the least. I am leaving my house in eleven minutes and then I will head to my interview and hopefully be calm and fool these people that I am a capable and confident person. It is a technique I used to employ when giving presentations in school. Regardless of how nervous I would feel, I tried to give off an air of being relaxed. Its all in the body posture and making sure they can't see your hands shaking. I am going to go throw up and head out. Updates later.

Dogs are like babies, but babies get to wear diapers

Teddy can be such a bitch sometimes. Let me set the scene for you: Teddy was very thirsty when I got home today and I fed him and gave him water and took him on a walk and he did his business. I took him back inside and he swatted at his water bowl (his oh so subtle sign that he would like a refill) so I filled it to the top and he sucked the bowl dry. Soon he whined at the door and I took him out again and he peed on a bush. We returned indoors and I watched a little Dr. Phil and filled up the dishwasher. During this time, Teddy was whining again and I was ignoring him because he had just been outside and I thought he was faking it. I guess I was wrong. While I have my head down loading dishes, I hear a strange sound and I look up and see Teddy PEEING on the floor not FIVE FEET AWAY FROM ME. Now, this dog has been housetrained for at least two and a half years and he is popping a squat on my living room floor. I was so mad. Don't worry he is still alive, but it was close. Although I did raise my voice and ask "what the HELL is wrong with you?" I didn't beat him or freak out. I took him outside for a longer than usual walk and he is balefully looking at me from the couch at this moment while I give him the silent treatment. Unfortunately, the silent treatment is not all that effective with animals and his baleful look could be sleepiness. Oh well.

Yummy

My new obsession:

vine-ripened tomatoes. I can't get enough. In the past three days I have eaten six and have two more left. I love the taste keep wanting more of them. I guess it's better than craving fried foods or hamburgers. The tomatoes I am currently munching on are grown in Trussville and they are some of my favorites. They are called Blackjack tomatoes and everyone who can get their hands on some should run out and get them. Yum-yum.

The Party

Was fun. There was great food. Anyplace that serves gourmet hamburgers and french fries is awesome in my book. There were also other kinds of great food and these really cool "oyster shooters" which contained a shelled oyster, cocktail sauce, horseradish, and some other stuff and it was DELICIOUS. There were plenty of kegs and other drinks and a great band. It was certainly a lovely party and props to my friend Jenny R. (not the usual Jenny I talk about on here) for a great time.

Hope everybody had a great weekend.

I'm goin' to a party....

I'll let you know all about it when I get back. Yeah!

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