I finally decided I need a way to voice my opinion about this whole Paris Hilton debacle. It's really spiraled out of control. Prior to Paris being sentenced to jail, I didn't really care for her. I wouldn't say I hated her but I did not care to follow her or idolize her either.
Since then, it's a whole new story. For some reason her jail sentence made me like her. It's weird I know. She commits a crime and has to go to jail and she becomes one of my new favorite celebs? I've been making the same argument to my fiance for weeks and I think he's sick of hearing it so I thought I'd tell it to someone else. When I'm through, you'll probably be sick of hearing it too (if you aren't already).
First of all, Paris Hilton's sentence was unfair. Yes, she drove drunk. If you can call .08 drunk - that's typically one drink in one hour. I can drink one drink and still be perfectly fine. Then she drove twice on a suspended license. She deserved to be punished. But 45 days in jail? Really? I know a guy who has been arrested 3 times for DWIs; the third time without a license and he spent TWO days in jail. I think his was a little worse. She should have either been put on probation, had to go to a class, done community service and maybe served ONE weekend in jail. Not 23 days. We have far worse criminals in our country that don't do anywhere near that amount of time. I believe the judge and other officials in California who backed it were just trying to make a name for themselves. And they did. Unfortunately for them that name is ASS. I think it's too funny that the city prosecutor weighed in on how Paris should have to do the time and shouldn't be released for electronic monitoring and his wife has commited the same crime TWICE and is still walking. We should start a campaign to lock her up. Maybe I will!
Bottom line- it was an unfair sentence yet Paris dealt with it. She served it. She didn't appeal. She buckled down and sent 23 days in solitary confinement. She's a much stronger woman than I will ever be. For that I have to give her props. And I'm sad to say it but I respect her now. I never though I would say I respect Paris Hilton but I do in this case.
Finally, let's get to the media coverage. I was a journalism major in college so I have studied the media in and out so you could say it's my expertise (although that might be going a little far). Paris Hilton is a huge story. Everyone claims not to like her but she's like a car accident - like it or not you're going to stop and watch. That's why she's been on every channel. She is news. Not the same kind of news as the war in Iraq but news nonetheless. Personally I would much rather here about Paris Hilton than the war in Iraq but that's a whole different blog post.
NBC's Today was willing to pay Paris Hilton $1 million for her first interview according to TMZ.com. Is it ethical for Today to pay for their interviews? No probably not but who can blame Paris for wanting to make a buck out of the whole ordeal? And quite frankly, I want to see it. But then Today got scared and backed off and dumb old Babwa said it was "beneath" her. Paris is beneath her? Rosie O'Donnell made that show nothing but a gossip rag and home of the cat fights. Finally Larry King Live decided to host her and I am glad. I can't wait to watch it tonight. It will be on CNN at 9 et.
Paris Hilton isn't the best person in the world. She may not be the smartest person the nicest person or the sanest person but regardless, she is a person. She's a person who deserves to be treated fairly by the judicial system and everyone else. Just because she's a celebrity doesn't mean she should get 4 or 5 times the normal sentence for a crime. That's just ludicrous!
Go Paris. I'm on your side for once.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Out Cold
And then he did the one thing that could make me melt. He pressed his lips to mine. It was a rough, forceful kiss at first and I did not reciprocate. But then it softened and his tongue slowly flicked in and out of my mouth and before I could control it my tongue entered his mouth.
His kiss softened. My tough exterior evaporated into thin air. Somehow he had pushed his way into the house and had me pressed up against the wall still exploring the depths of my mouth. It was the most intense, amazing kiss I had ever had. And this was a man I had kissed countless times before.
It was only a matter of minutes before he had peeled my clothes off. Goosebumps formed up my legs and on my arms. But I wasn’t cold. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. My eyes closed and I arched for more. His lips explored down my neck and to my chest.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I felt his soft lips pull away and I opened my eyes in time to see the awful orange tone of her fist coming straight to my nose. I saw red and gasped to breathe as I felt to the floor.
And then the lights went out.
His kiss softened. My tough exterior evaporated into thin air. Somehow he had pushed his way into the house and had me pressed up against the wall still exploring the depths of my mouth. It was the most intense, amazing kiss I had ever had. And this was a man I had kissed countless times before.
It was only a matter of minutes before he had peeled my clothes off. Goosebumps formed up my legs and on my arms. But I wasn’t cold. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. My eyes closed and I arched for more. His lips explored down my neck and to my chest.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I felt his soft lips pull away and I opened my eyes in time to see the awful orange tone of her fist coming straight to my nose. I saw red and gasped to breathe as I felt to the floor.
And then the lights went out.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Confrontation
Just as I had made the decision not to answer the door, his voice came booming through the wooden slab between us.
"Come on. Open up. I know you're in there. I see your car outside and I can hear the tv blaring."
I hadn't thought to mute it.
"Just open the door, Addy."
I conjured up enough nerve finally to open up the door and face him. It was the first time I had seen him since he had left me standing at the altar and it hurt just as much. It was all I could do to fight back the tears.
"What do you want?"
"I want my stuff back. You can't hold it prisoner."
"Did you really think that sending her to pick it up was the best way to do it? Do you know how much seeing her hurt? Are you really that much of an insensitive ass."
"Well, you always did have quite the mouth on you. It always did turn me on," he said. His cocky grin has infiltered its way onto his face and he was moving suspiciously close to me. Too close for comfort.
Usually it was that grin that sent me melting into his arms. But not this time. This time it just pissed me off.
"Why? Just answer me why?"
His smile disappeared. "I don't want to go there. Can't we just both agree that it's over and I come in and get my stuff and leave?"
"No, we can't. It's not over. Not for me. We were getting married and then you completely blindside me. On our wedding day. At the altar. In front of everyone. How could you? I think I deserve an explanation."
"I gave you one."
"No, you didn't. I'm sorry. I can't. I am in love with and having a baby with another woman is not an explanation. Not one that explains anything to me or helps me to understand how this happens."
"Just let me get my stuff." He tried to move by me and I slammed my arm out to block his path.
"NO. You're not getting by me until you explain."
"Come on. Open up. I know you're in there. I see your car outside and I can hear the tv blaring."
I hadn't thought to mute it.
"Just open the door, Addy."
I conjured up enough nerve finally to open up the door and face him. It was the first time I had seen him since he had left me standing at the altar and it hurt just as much. It was all I could do to fight back the tears.
"What do you want?"
"I want my stuff back. You can't hold it prisoner."
"Did you really think that sending her to pick it up was the best way to do it? Do you know how much seeing her hurt? Are you really that much of an insensitive ass."
"Well, you always did have quite the mouth on you. It always did turn me on," he said. His cocky grin has infiltered its way onto his face and he was moving suspiciously close to me. Too close for comfort.
Usually it was that grin that sent me melting into his arms. But not this time. This time it just pissed me off.
"Why? Just answer me why?"
His smile disappeared. "I don't want to go there. Can't we just both agree that it's over and I come in and get my stuff and leave?"
"No, we can't. It's not over. Not for me. We were getting married and then you completely blindside me. On our wedding day. At the altar. In front of everyone. How could you? I think I deserve an explanation."
"I gave you one."
"No, you didn't. I'm sorry. I can't. I am in love with and having a baby with another woman is not an explanation. Not one that explains anything to me or helps me to understand how this happens."
"Just let me get my stuff." He tried to move by me and I slammed my arm out to block his path.
"NO. You're not getting by me until you explain."
Monday, May 21, 2007
3 Things...
I interrupt this short story to bring you 3 Things...we will return to regular programming momentarily.
Yay! A meme.I was tagged by paleorange.blogspot.com
3 Things I am scared of:
1. Snakes (and I saw two over the weekend…AHHH!)
2. car accidents
3. getting cancer
3 People that Make me Laugh:
1. my fiance
2. Dwight from The Office (Jim too but he makes me melt first)
3. my nephews
3 Things I Love:
1. My fiane
2. my family
3. celebrity gossip
3 Things I Hate:
1. working full-time
2. know it alls
3. spinach
3 Things I Don’t Understand:
1. politics
2. how some people become famous and I can’t be
3. meaning of life
3 Things On My Desk:
1. lots and lots of paper
2. pictures
3. lotion
3 Things I am Doing Right Now:
1. this meme
2. listening to people talk
3. wishing I hadn’t already drank all of my soda
3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. travel the world
2. have it “all” – success, love, family
3. win the lottery
3 Things I Can Do:
1. write
2. pitch a softball
3. find good deals
3 Things I Can’t Do:
1. anything musical
2. stay awake at the movie theater
3. touch my toes with OR without bending my legs
3 Things You Should Listen To:
1. your voice mail
2. your mother
3. your boss
3 Things You Should Never Listen To:
1. weather forecasters
2. foul language
3. lies
3 Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to play the stock market
2. the secret of life
3. how to make a million dollars
3 Favorite Foods:
1. ice cream
2. potatoes
3. chicken
3 Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Saved by the Bell
2. The Little Mermaid
3. Boy Meets World
Yay! A meme.I was tagged by paleorange.blogspot.com
3 Things I am scared of:
1. Snakes (and I saw two over the weekend…AHHH!)
2. car accidents
3. getting cancer
3 People that Make me Laugh:
1. my fiance
2. Dwight from The Office (Jim too but he makes me melt first)
3. my nephews
3 Things I Love:
1. My fiane
2. my family
3. celebrity gossip
3 Things I Hate:
1. working full-time
2. know it alls
3. spinach
3 Things I Don’t Understand:
1. politics
2. how some people become famous and I can’t be
3. meaning of life
3 Things On My Desk:
1. lots and lots of paper
2. pictures
3. lotion
3 Things I am Doing Right Now:
1. this meme
2. listening to people talk
3. wishing I hadn’t already drank all of my soda
3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. travel the world
2. have it “all” – success, love, family
3. win the lottery
3 Things I Can Do:
1. write
2. pitch a softball
3. find good deals
3 Things I Can’t Do:
1. anything musical
2. stay awake at the movie theater
3. touch my toes with OR without bending my legs
3 Things You Should Listen To:
1. your voice mail
2. your mother
3. your boss
3 Things You Should Never Listen To:
1. weather forecasters
2. foul language
3. lies
3 Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to play the stock market
2. the secret of life
3. how to make a million dollars
3 Favorite Foods:
1. ice cream
2. potatoes
3. chicken
3 Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Saved by the Bell
2. The Little Mermaid
3. Boy Meets World
Friday, May 18, 2007
Locks
The next day I called the maintenance man and had him come over to change the locks. After explaining the situation, he was more than happy to oblige.
I finally felt like attempting to go to work but I realized that it was Saturday and the office would be closed. I really had been in my own world these last few weeks.
Oh well. I’m sure there was a great Saturday movie on AMC. I slumped back onto the couch, picked up the remote and turned to the channel. It was an old favorite, The Breakfast Club with Molly Ringwald. Emilio Estevez was talking about duct taping a guy in the locker room when I heard a key in the door.
The key went in; it jiggled a few times; and then I heard it pulled out again and nothing Ten seconds later the key went in again; it was jiggled; the door knob was turned and nothing. It was still locked. Who could that be now, I wondered. I jumped off the couch and went to the front door. I peered through the peep hole and my breath caught in my throat. I gasped.
I could feel my heart start to race. The anger was boiling up inside of me. I took a breath. I took another one. I counted to ten. And then I heard a knock. One knock, two knocks, three knocks. I started to unlock the door but then realized that I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t open it yet. I hadn’t figured out what I would say yet. I hadn’t written a gut-wrenching speech. I hadn’t prepared myself.
But worst of all, I hadn’t showered in days and I was still in the pajamas I had slept in last night. I lifted my arm to smell my pits. My assumption was right. They reaked. As the knocks got more persistent and much louder, I debated on whether to open the door and let all hell break loose or to slump back to the couch and hide away for another couple of days.
I finally felt like attempting to go to work but I realized that it was Saturday and the office would be closed. I really had been in my own world these last few weeks.
Oh well. I’m sure there was a great Saturday movie on AMC. I slumped back onto the couch, picked up the remote and turned to the channel. It was an old favorite, The Breakfast Club with Molly Ringwald. Emilio Estevez was talking about duct taping a guy in the locker room when I heard a key in the door.
The key went in; it jiggled a few times; and then I heard it pulled out again and nothing Ten seconds later the key went in again; it was jiggled; the door knob was turned and nothing. It was still locked. Who could that be now, I wondered. I jumped off the couch and went to the front door. I peered through the peep hole and my breath caught in my throat. I gasped.
I could feel my heart start to race. The anger was boiling up inside of me. I took a breath. I took another one. I counted to ten. And then I heard a knock. One knock, two knocks, three knocks. I started to unlock the door but then realized that I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t open it yet. I hadn’t figured out what I would say yet. I hadn’t written a gut-wrenching speech. I hadn’t prepared myself.
But worst of all, I hadn’t showered in days and I was still in the pajamas I had slept in last night. I lifted my arm to smell my pits. My assumption was right. They reaked. As the knocks got more persistent and much louder, I debated on whether to open the door and let all hell break loose or to slump back to the couch and hide away for another couple of days.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
An Unwanted Intruder
That was when I heard a key turn in the doorknob. Someone was coming in whether I liked it or not. He was the only one who had the key and I knew he would never be coming through that door again. The door swung open and there she stood. The Devil in Fake Prada.
“Oh. Um. Well. I didn’t think you were here so I let myself in.”
“What the hell are you doing here? And where did you get a key?”
“Brad gave it to me. He wanted me to come by and pick up some of his things. We thought you would be at work. I can come back another time.”
“No, you won’t. Give me the damn key.”
I jumped off the couch and sprinted toward her. She tried to turn around but the heel of her fake Minnolos caught in the carpet and she fell over landing on her butt. I tried to stifle it but couldn’t and let out a devilish laugh. I reached down and pried the key out of her hand. She covered her face with her hand and winced.
“Please don’t punch me. I just got my nose done.”
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until she said that but suddenly it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Maybe a fist in the nose was just exactly what would make me feel better. I thought about it for a moment before finally deciding against it. By now, The Devil was standing up and brushing herself off.
“I think you should get the hell out of my house before I do something I might regret. Like say murder you.”
“I just need to get a couple of his things and I’ll be gone,” she said as she started up the stairs.
I grabbed her by her shirt tail.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not taking a step further. This is my house and all the belongings in this house now belong to me. Hightail it out of here before I have you arrested for burglary.”
“I had a key. It’s not burglary if I have a key.”
“We’ll see what the cops have to say about that.” I picked up the phone and started to dial 911. “You have 5 seconds.”
“But…”
“Four seconds…”
She stared at me; I stared at her with my finger to the digits. She finally walked back to the door and started to leave.
“This isn’t over," she said.
“Damn right it isn’t.”
“Oh. Um. Well. I didn’t think you were here so I let myself in.”
“What the hell are you doing here? And where did you get a key?”
“Brad gave it to me. He wanted me to come by and pick up some of his things. We thought you would be at work. I can come back another time.”
“No, you won’t. Give me the damn key.”
I jumped off the couch and sprinted toward her. She tried to turn around but the heel of her fake Minnolos caught in the carpet and she fell over landing on her butt. I tried to stifle it but couldn’t and let out a devilish laugh. I reached down and pried the key out of her hand. She covered her face with her hand and winced.
“Please don’t punch me. I just got my nose done.”
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until she said that but suddenly it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Maybe a fist in the nose was just exactly what would make me feel better. I thought about it for a moment before finally deciding against it. By now, The Devil was standing up and brushing herself off.
“I think you should get the hell out of my house before I do something I might regret. Like say murder you.”
“I just need to get a couple of his things and I’ll be gone,” she said as she started up the stairs.
I grabbed her by her shirt tail.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not taking a step further. This is my house and all the belongings in this house now belong to me. Hightail it out of here before I have you arrested for burglary.”
“I had a key. It’s not burglary if I have a key.”
“We’ll see what the cops have to say about that.” I picked up the phone and started to dial 911. “You have 5 seconds.”
“But…”
“Four seconds…”
She stared at me; I stared at her with my finger to the digits. She finally walked back to the door and started to leave.
“This isn’t over," she said.
“Damn right it isn’t.”
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Revisions
The more I edit my book, the most I dislike it. I keep coming up with ideas of ways it could have been better if only I could do it over. I need to write. Editing is not my passion. Writing is. So I've decided to start writing a little story once a week just for fun. It probably won't make any sense or maybe it will. Who knows.
After several days of rain, the sun had finally decided to show its face again. I had thought about venturing out but then had reconsidered. I hadn't been outside in over two weeks. Why start now? I had finally turned my cell phone on yesterday and tried to call the voicemail but hung up after I heard 'You have 97 new messages'. I hadn't had 97 messages cumulative the entire time I had owned my phone. It proved my theory that no one ever called unless you weren't in the mood to talk.
I hadn't bothered calling in sick to work. I hoped they would understand. Who was I kidding? They had probably already sent me my walking papers. I wouldn't know though since I hadn't checked my mailbox. By now, they had probably hired some bubbly little girl straight out of college with an 'I can do anything better than you' attitude. What did I care? Work was the last thing I wanted to do.
I had watched enough of the Young & the Restless to feel like I lived in Genoa City. Their drama had become mine as I became engrossed in their crazy lives. One thing was for sure if I was writing for the soap, the storyline would be a lot better.
For the first few days, someone had kept coming to my door trying to get me to open up. I didn't. My family lived too far away so I knew it couldn't be them. Knowing my mom she had called the landlord or a local friend to have them come "check" up on me as she would have put it. I didn't need checking up on. I could tell her that. I was fine. Just fine. And no one would know any different.
After several days of rain, the sun had finally decided to show its face again. I had thought about venturing out but then had reconsidered. I hadn't been outside in over two weeks. Why start now? I had finally turned my cell phone on yesterday and tried to call the voicemail but hung up after I heard 'You have 97 new messages'. I hadn't had 97 messages cumulative the entire time I had owned my phone. It proved my theory that no one ever called unless you weren't in the mood to talk.
I hadn't bothered calling in sick to work. I hoped they would understand. Who was I kidding? They had probably already sent me my walking papers. I wouldn't know though since I hadn't checked my mailbox. By now, they had probably hired some bubbly little girl straight out of college with an 'I can do anything better than you' attitude. What did I care? Work was the last thing I wanted to do.
I had watched enough of the Young & the Restless to feel like I lived in Genoa City. Their drama had become mine as I became engrossed in their crazy lives. One thing was for sure if I was writing for the soap, the storyline would be a lot better.
For the first few days, someone had kept coming to my door trying to get me to open up. I didn't. My family lived too far away so I knew it couldn't be them. Knowing my mom she had called the landlord or a local friend to have them come "check" up on me as she would have put it. I didn't need checking up on. I could tell her that. I was fine. Just fine. And no one would know any different.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sports and Skirts
My fiance and I are trying something new. He wanted us to start a blog where we pick a subject and both talk about it so we can see the differences between girls and guys think and hear the male and female perspective on a subject.
You can check out our new blog by going to sportsandskirts.blogspot.com! Our first post is Top 3 Sitcom Stupid Husbands and Bitchy Wives. Enjoy. :)
You can check out our new blog by going to sportsandskirts.blogspot.com! Our first post is Top 3 Sitcom Stupid Husbands and Bitchy Wives. Enjoy. :)
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Aspirations
Dreams are good to have. They keep you grounded; they give you something to work towards; they make every day worth living. I used to dream of being an actress, a singer, a beautiful celebrity - unfortunately none of those dreams were realistic for me. But those dreams weren't real. They were more fantasies.
I am well on my way to feeling very accomplished. I have a college degree, a good job and an amazing fiance who will soon be my husband. It would be very easy to feel content. While I think content is a good feeling, I don't think it's good to ever feel completely content. Once you get content, you get lazy and there's nothing left to aspire to.
It's easy to feel knocked down and to feel like my dream is too hard to achieve but I know they are not. They are well in my grasp. They are not easy to achieve but that doesn't not make them unachievable. It will just take hard work and a lot of determination. It will be the hardest thing I have ever done but at the same time it will be the most rewarding.
Just imagine: Veeba, NY Times Best Selling Author!
I am well on my way to feeling very accomplished. I have a college degree, a good job and an amazing fiance who will soon be my husband. It would be very easy to feel content. While I think content is a good feeling, I don't think it's good to ever feel completely content. Once you get content, you get lazy and there's nothing left to aspire to.
It's easy to feel knocked down and to feel like my dream is too hard to achieve but I know they are not. They are well in my grasp. They are not easy to achieve but that doesn't not make them unachievable. It will just take hard work and a lot of determination. It will be the hardest thing I have ever done but at the same time it will be the most rewarding.
Just imagine: Veeba, NY Times Best Selling Author!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
What kind of world do we live in?
I have to say that I am very saddened by the events that took place yesterday at Virginia Tech. I usually try to keep my blog from being so serious but it’s hard to do that when massacres like the one that happened yesterday occur. It opens your eyes to what a scary world this can be.
My heart goes out to students, friends, family and anyone else directly involved with the Virginia Tech shootings. I think the whole world is praying for you right now. This was a terrible tragedy that has shaken the entire country.
You always think this could never happen to me or to my school but the truth is that it could. I am sure Virginia Tech was saying the same thing just two days ago and now it has happened to them of mass proportions. It’s a sick world out there. Events like Columbine, the Amish schoolhouse shooting and Virginia Tech remind you just how sick people can be.
I’ve never understood how someone can justify taking another person’s life. It happens more and more every day and it scares me. It scares us all. I think it’s time we all open our eyes and realize that there are no guarantees for tomorrow.
I think this quote puts it best:
Work like you don't need money
Love like you've never been hurt
And dance like no one's watching
My heart goes out to students, friends, family and anyone else directly involved with the Virginia Tech shootings. I think the whole world is praying for you right now. This was a terrible tragedy that has shaken the entire country.
You always think this could never happen to me or to my school but the truth is that it could. I am sure Virginia Tech was saying the same thing just two days ago and now it has happened to them of mass proportions. It’s a sick world out there. Events like Columbine, the Amish schoolhouse shooting and Virginia Tech remind you just how sick people can be.
I’ve never understood how someone can justify taking another person’s life. It happens more and more every day and it scares me. It scares us all. I think it’s time we all open our eyes and realize that there are no guarantees for tomorrow.
I think this quote puts it best:
Work like you don't need money
Love like you've never been hurt
And dance like no one's watching
Friday, April 13, 2007
Ouch
It's Friday and normally I would be very happy to hear that but today I have a problem that threatens to ruin my weekend. I think I have a tooth abcess or whatever the hell they are called. My left cheek is swollen and I have a nasty lump that I can feel along my jaw line. It's freaking me out.
I get a little stressed when I get things wrong with me and tend to think the worst. I would say I was a hypochondriac except it usually just so happens that the things I think are wrong with me really are! I thought something was terribly wrong with my back in high school but my family doctor just kept telling me I had a "weak" back and to go to physical therapy. He was wrong. I had a herniated disc that required surgery. Had he caught it earlier I might have been able to control the pain with steroid shots and not have required surgery.
My first though whenever something is wrong is always crazy. Oh my god it's cancer. It's meningitis. This sneeze means I have pneumonia. Usually not the case but with my history it's better to be safe than sorry. A $25 doctor's visit is cheaper than chemotherapy or expensive surgery and eases my mind!
I realized last night that I'm starting to rub off on my fiance. Last night when he came home from work he made me feel a place on his head. He was convinced he had a brain tumor. Upon further investigation of the spot, it appeare he had been bitten by something. (I secretly cheered because our house has a spider problem and he always laughs at me because I wake up every morning with a new spider bite and he hadn't had a single one until then.)
My mom always said I should marry a doctor but I'm not. She always laughed and said I should be a research guinea pig so they could use me as a test case because the doctors never can figure out what the heck is wrong with me until they've ran every test imagineable. I don't know how I feel about people poking and prodding on me though!
For now, I'm stuck wondering what this damn lump is...
I get a little stressed when I get things wrong with me and tend to think the worst. I would say I was a hypochondriac except it usually just so happens that the things I think are wrong with me really are! I thought something was terribly wrong with my back in high school but my family doctor just kept telling me I had a "weak" back and to go to physical therapy. He was wrong. I had a herniated disc that required surgery. Had he caught it earlier I might have been able to control the pain with steroid shots and not have required surgery.
My first though whenever something is wrong is always crazy. Oh my god it's cancer. It's meningitis. This sneeze means I have pneumonia. Usually not the case but with my history it's better to be safe than sorry. A $25 doctor's visit is cheaper than chemotherapy or expensive surgery and eases my mind!
I realized last night that I'm starting to rub off on my fiance. Last night when he came home from work he made me feel a place on his head. He was convinced he had a brain tumor. Upon further investigation of the spot, it appeare he had been bitten by something. (I secretly cheered because our house has a spider problem and he always laughs at me because I wake up every morning with a new spider bite and he hadn't had a single one until then.)
My mom always said I should marry a doctor but I'm not. She always laughed and said I should be a research guinea pig so they could use me as a test case because the doctors never can figure out what the heck is wrong with me until they've ran every test imagineable. I don't know how I feel about people poking and prodding on me though!
For now, I'm stuck wondering what this damn lump is...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Martini Monday=Terrible Tuesday
What do one, two, three martinis do to a working girl? Make a fun Monday night and a really crappy Tuesday morning. I am suffering the effects of a hangover and I forgot just how NOT fun they are.
It's been awhile since I've drank on a weeknight. In fact, I rarely drink on weekends lately. However, with a friend in town night, we decided to paint the town red. It all started out with just one drink and a bite to eat and ended....well, I can't remember how it ended.
Okay, I'm lying there. I wasn't that bad but I was definitely tipsy and I felt the effects this morning. I debated calling in sick (technically I was) but decided to tough it out. Not sure why - maybe to teach myself a lesson and not reward myself for my own stupidity.
Pink Panther, Strawberry Starburst, Flirtini, Cosmopolitan - they must be foreign for "You're going to feel really bad tomorrow." Oh so right you are!
It's been awhile since I've drank on a weeknight. In fact, I rarely drink on weekends lately. However, with a friend in town night, we decided to paint the town red. It all started out with just one drink and a bite to eat and ended....well, I can't remember how it ended.
Okay, I'm lying there. I wasn't that bad but I was definitely tipsy and I felt the effects this morning. I debated calling in sick (technically I was) but decided to tough it out. Not sure why - maybe to teach myself a lesson and not reward myself for my own stupidity.
Pink Panther, Strawberry Starburst, Flirtini, Cosmopolitan - they must be foreign for "You're going to feel really bad tomorrow." Oh so right you are!
Monday, April 02, 2007
Wedding Waste
$11,500
That's how much my wedding is going to cost me.
It's ridiculous. I know. I have tried and tried to keep the cost to the minimum but it still will easily exceed $10,000. I picked a small town because prices are cheaper there. I am not doing any extra stuff nor have I planned anything elaborate. I have only the basics. And as I write this, I just realized that I did not include flowers in this price which could easily cost me another $500.
That chunk of money is money that could be going toward a downpayment on a house. That is money that could be put toward our retirement. That is money that could be saved for our children's college fund. That is money that could be used for a lot of things that we don't currently have. After all, we are 23-year-olds starting our lives with a negative net worth (thanks to student loans).
The average cost of weddings today is over $20,000 so my wedding is even cheap in comparison but I still think $11,000 is way too much money to be spending on ONE day of our life. It makes me sick to think of all the wonderful ways I could spend that money if it wasn't going toward my wedding. To be fair, I am not paying for my wedding in entirety. Both my parents and my fiance's parents are chipping to take some of the burden off of us. However, my fiance figured up last night how much money the wedding would cost us and it came to over $5,000. Of course a large chunk of this money includes the honeymoon and our wedding bands but still this is too much money!
I would like to just forego the whole thing and put that money in a Roth IRA or my 401K or a CD or just put it towards a downpayment on a house. But instead it's going toward one day - granted it is supposed to be the most important day of my life and I am very excited about it - but still it's one day. And I certainly don't make that kind of money in one day! I've finally resolved to forget about what it's costing me and all the stress of it all and just enjoy it because I certainly hope this is the only wedding I'm ever going to have and I want it to be unforgettable. So now I'm looking forward to the wedding but not nearly as much as I'm looking forward to the honeymoon!! Woohoo.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Down but Not Out
It's Thursday and we all know what that means - it's almost the weekend!! I, for one, could not be any happier. It's been a long week to say the least. I've thought it was Friday all day but at least Friday is in sight. The week wasn't bad, just a little stressful. I had a big problem with one of my projects that led me to have a major freakout but luckily it was quickly handled and corrected. It was stressful but was a valuable experience in problem-solving.
I went bowling last night. I love all things sports related. I had the highest bowling score for the girls the first and last game but sucked it up in the middle. I tend to have an issue staying focused. However, since it was four couples and we combined couple scores we came in dead last each time. How does that work? My fiance was low scorer among the boys every game. He really doesn't suck though! He was just playing against some hella bowlers! One even brought his own ball and shoes. Now you know that is a seasoned bowler.
Plans for the weekend don't amount to much. Might be hitting up the future hubby's hometown. I wasn't excited at first - not that I don't like visiting his parents but sometimes I just like to stay at home and relax. Now I'm glad to be going because we can do wedding stuff, like talk to the tux shop and meet the preacher (if he is even doing my wedding - right now he hasn't confirmed!), talk to his parents about some issues and ideas. Wedding planning definitely keeps me busy!
Aside from that - not a whole lot to report except IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY...almost!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
AI Oh My!
I have to comment on the craziness that is American Idol. If you're not watching it, you should be. I know a lot of people hate it and think it is the devil but I don't understand that thought process. The show helps people go on to live their dream and hooks them up with a killer recording contract. What is evil about that? Nothing in my book.
I hate to plug the site but there's a Web site called Vote For the Worst that picks the worst contestant each week and asks people to call in and vote for them. Apparently last week the site had 4 million hits. I think that does well to explain why Sanjaya is still in the competition despite his terrible performances week after week (he is currently the Vote For The Worst pick – I believe Taylor Hicks was last season but don't quote me on that).
I'm sorry but Sanjaya is terrible. TERRIBLE. When I watch him, I'm humiliated for him. It's to the point where I can't even figure out how he even made it past his first audition. His voice sounds like awful karaoke singing. I think he seems like a cute kid and a genuinely nice guy but this is a singing competition and he can't sing!
Granted I don't always vote for the best singer. I occasionally vote on looks too or personality or just my personal preference. In the first season I liked Kelly Clarkson (and still do). In Carrie's season I liked Carrie (and still do). Last season I loved Chris Daughtry (his CD rocks!) and Katharine McPhee. I wasn't a big fan of Taylor Hicks. So who am I digging and dialing for this season? Gina Glocksen. I've voted for her every week. She's not the best singer. I agree with that but I like her and I can't explain why. Maybe I'll change my mind but for now I'll keep voting. I also love Blake Lewis because he is different – he is not a cookie cutter singer. He has his own unique style.
Who are you voting for? Please tell me it's not Sanjaya…
I hate to plug the site but there's a Web site called Vote For the Worst that picks the worst contestant each week and asks people to call in and vote for them. Apparently last week the site had 4 million hits. I think that does well to explain why Sanjaya is still in the competition despite his terrible performances week after week (he is currently the Vote For The Worst pick – I believe Taylor Hicks was last season but don't quote me on that).
I'm sorry but Sanjaya is terrible. TERRIBLE. When I watch him, I'm humiliated for him. It's to the point where I can't even figure out how he even made it past his first audition. His voice sounds like awful karaoke singing. I think he seems like a cute kid and a genuinely nice guy but this is a singing competition and he can't sing!
Granted I don't always vote for the best singer. I occasionally vote on looks too or personality or just my personal preference. In the first season I liked Kelly Clarkson (and still do). In Carrie's season I liked Carrie (and still do). Last season I loved Chris Daughtry (his CD rocks!) and Katharine McPhee. I wasn't a big fan of Taylor Hicks. So who am I digging and dialing for this season? Gina Glocksen. I've voted for her every week. She's not the best singer. I agree with that but I like her and I can't explain why. Maybe I'll change my mind but for now I'll keep voting. I also love Blake Lewis because he is different – he is not a cookie cutter singer. He has his own unique style.
Who are you voting for? Please tell me it's not Sanjaya…
Monday, March 19, 2007
Monday Fun Day
No I am not crazy – the headline is a joke. Monday is never a fun day. In fact, Monday is the worst day of the week. After sleeping in and lounging on the couch all weekend, my alarm rings at the crack of dawn for me to get up, get dressed up and head to work. As if that’s not bad enough, my Mondays are always full of meetings that packs my head full of useless crap.
I e-mail my friend on Monday mornings with the same first line. It’s Monday – only 4 more days until the weekend – let the countdown begin! It’s sad I know but it’s the only thing I have to look forward to. What really sucks is that we have to work 5 days a week and only get 2 days to relax. I could use just a little more R&R than that.
In case you were wondering which I’m sure you weren’t, my weekend was good. I went shopping which is one of my favorite activities. I bought the cutest dress for my rehearsal dinner. Now if I could just get the stupid rehearsal dinner planned – oh yeah and the rest of the wedding. No, I didn’t accomplish anything over the weekend. I am the queen of procrastination.
Hope everyone has a great week. Countdown with me…5…4…
I e-mail my friend on Monday mornings with the same first line. It’s Monday – only 4 more days until the weekend – let the countdown begin! It’s sad I know but it’s the only thing I have to look forward to. What really sucks is that we have to work 5 days a week and only get 2 days to relax. I could use just a little more R&R than that.
In case you were wondering which I’m sure you weren’t, my weekend was good. I went shopping which is one of my favorite activities. I bought the cutest dress for my rehearsal dinner. Now if I could just get the stupid rehearsal dinner planned – oh yeah and the rest of the wedding. No, I didn’t accomplish anything over the weekend. I am the queen of procrastination.
Hope everyone has a great week. Countdown with me…5…4…
Friday, March 16, 2007
More wedding drama
TGIF!! Woohoo. I could not be more excited to spend the weekend relaxing and hanging with my favorite man. We don't have any exciting plans for St. Patty's Day but just spending time with him excites me enough! It's been a long week and I am very tired.
The wedding plans are still not moving along. We ran into some drama last night with the plans. My future hubby's family was none too happy that I am not having his little sis stand up with me. How they know this I'm not sure since I haven't told them anything about who I picked to be my bridesmaids. And furthermore, I considered having her stand up with me and my fiance didn't think it was necessary. His sister is a good 8 years younger than us so they were never really close growing up. She is going to be in our wedding but as a guest book attendant. Drama drama drama.
This added drama just pushes me one step forward to wanting to fly away and get married in some tropical destination, just the 2 of us where it will be drama free. We'll see if that happens.
Did I mention it's Friday??? Woohoo!
The wedding plans are still not moving along. We ran into some drama last night with the plans. My future hubby's family was none too happy that I am not having his little sis stand up with me. How they know this I'm not sure since I haven't told them anything about who I picked to be my bridesmaids. And furthermore, I considered having her stand up with me and my fiance didn't think it was necessary. His sister is a good 8 years younger than us so they were never really close growing up. She is going to be in our wedding but as a guest book attendant. Drama drama drama.
This added drama just pushes me one step forward to wanting to fly away and get married in some tropical destination, just the 2 of us where it will be drama free. We'll see if that happens.
Did I mention it's Friday??? Woohoo!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The March Blues
54 days away from my next work holiday and counting...
March and April really suck when you're a so-called grown-up and work for a living. There isn't a single holiday or day off thrown in there to give us hard working people a break from work. I have been working for about 10 months now and this is the first time that I have become restless and depressed with the endless saga of work.
It's not that I'm unsatisfied because my work is fine as usual. It's just that I need a break. Sure, I have earned time off but I'm saving it. Why? Because I'm getting married in nine months and I'm going to need it and furthermore, I'm a female who could end up pregnant one of these days and need oh say 6 weeks off and I don't want to have to take it unpaid.
My fiance has been getting the worst of my attitude. I go home from work tired and grouchy and I take it out on him. It's stressful to say the least. Somehow I have to figure out how to shake myself out of these March blues because if I don't, April blues are going to hit me like a giant sack of bricks.
Somebody help! What are the best way to ease the working woman (or man) blues?
March and April really suck when you're a so-called grown-up and work for a living. There isn't a single holiday or day off thrown in there to give us hard working people a break from work. I have been working for about 10 months now and this is the first time that I have become restless and depressed with the endless saga of work.
It's not that I'm unsatisfied because my work is fine as usual. It's just that I need a break. Sure, I have earned time off but I'm saving it. Why? Because I'm getting married in nine months and I'm going to need it and furthermore, I'm a female who could end up pregnant one of these days and need oh say 6 weeks off and I don't want to have to take it unpaid.
My fiance has been getting the worst of my attitude. I go home from work tired and grouchy and I take it out on him. It's stressful to say the least. Somehow I have to figure out how to shake myself out of these March blues because if I don't, April blues are going to hit me like a giant sack of bricks.
Somebody help! What are the best way to ease the working woman (or man) blues?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Everything is Harder Than It Looks
Mood right now: I just wanna cry
I want to be a writer but not just any old writer - I want to be an author. I want to be an author and I'm sick of just saying that and saying eventually I want to be an author. Eventually might not ever come unless I buckle down right now and try hard to make "eventually" right now. I have composed my first completed novel. I finished it in November - November 30 to be exact. Where is it now? Sitting at home on a jump drive waiting to be edited.
Today I decided that it was time that I jump in head first and pursue my lifelong dream of being an author. It's time to dust off that old memory stick, put it in my computer and start editing. Today I also started researching possible agents to query on my novel. This is the most intimidating thing to me for some reason. I have become a regular reader of misssnark.blogspot.com where an agent answers aspiring author's questions and discusses issues she regularly sees with query letters, manuscript and people. I often find myself falling into the trap she warns her young snarklings against. This terrifies me. Furthermore, today while researching one of the agents I'm considering querying I ran upon her blog. As I read one of her entries, she said there is nothing she hates more than a fiction author who claims that the manuscript is her true story. One line in my already penned query letter says: I AM my nagging, scheming main character. Oops. Already received a no from her without even submitting it unless I revise my query letter (which obviously I will).
Don't get me wrong - I am not going to give up on pursuing my dream of becoming an author. It's always been my dream and until I die I don't plan on giving up on that. I want to be an author. I will be an author. The process is just going to be a lot harder than I ever imagined. I'm not lucky enough to be one of those regular people who has an agent or editor or publishing house just wander onto her blog and fall in love with her flair for writing and insist on signing this blogger to a book deal here and now (yes this really does happen and I know a person it did happen to). Unfortunately that person wasn't me and it's never going to be.
In order to make this particular dream come true, I'm going to have to work hard and I'm going to have to become hardened. I've never taken criticism well and I don't expect this to be any different. If I query 50 agents and they all turn me down, I am going to cry. I am going to be devastated. I am going to want to give up. But I can't. I know that I can't. And I refuse to let myself. I just have to continue to pursue my dream. Sometimes pursuing your dreams can be a tough road to haul!
I want to be a writer but not just any old writer - I want to be an author. I want to be an author and I'm sick of just saying that and saying eventually I want to be an author. Eventually might not ever come unless I buckle down right now and try hard to make "eventually" right now. I have composed my first completed novel. I finished it in November - November 30 to be exact. Where is it now? Sitting at home on a jump drive waiting to be edited.
Today I decided that it was time that I jump in head first and pursue my lifelong dream of being an author. It's time to dust off that old memory stick, put it in my computer and start editing. Today I also started researching possible agents to query on my novel. This is the most intimidating thing to me for some reason. I have become a regular reader of misssnark.blogspot.com where an agent answers aspiring author's questions and discusses issues she regularly sees with query letters, manuscript and people. I often find myself falling into the trap she warns her young snarklings against. This terrifies me. Furthermore, today while researching one of the agents I'm considering querying I ran upon her blog. As I read one of her entries, she said there is nothing she hates more than a fiction author who claims that the manuscript is her true story. One line in my already penned query letter says: I AM my nagging, scheming main character. Oops. Already received a no from her without even submitting it unless I revise my query letter (which obviously I will).
Don't get me wrong - I am not going to give up on pursuing my dream of becoming an author. It's always been my dream and until I die I don't plan on giving up on that. I want to be an author. I will be an author. The process is just going to be a lot harder than I ever imagined. I'm not lucky enough to be one of those regular people who has an agent or editor or publishing house just wander onto her blog and fall in love with her flair for writing and insist on signing this blogger to a book deal here and now (yes this really does happen and I know a person it did happen to). Unfortunately that person wasn't me and it's never going to be.
In order to make this particular dream come true, I'm going to have to work hard and I'm going to have to become hardened. I've never taken criticism well and I don't expect this to be any different. If I query 50 agents and they all turn me down, I am going to cry. I am going to be devastated. I am going to want to give up. But I can't. I know that I can't. And I refuse to let myself. I just have to continue to pursue my dream. Sometimes pursuing your dreams can be a tough road to haul!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Hey, baby, Let's go to Vegas
One day I am stoked about planning my wedding in the town my fiance grew up and the next I'm freaked out about the whole idea and really just want to run off to Hawaii or Vegas or somewhere and elope. It's confusing to say the least.
I go dress shopping and I'm excited to find the perfect dress. I go look at churche and I love the church and can't wait to get married there. I get excited about the reception and the midnight balloon drop and throwing a great party.
And then there's the other side of me. The side that is afraid that people are going to crash the party that I don't like. The side that hated prom and everything that went with. The side that doesn't even care anything about the whole wedding ceremony. The side of me that wants to run away and do it all alone in Hawaii or Mexico with just me and Lee. To be honest, that's the side the most often wins out.
So why bother? Why have the big wedding? I guess you could say part of me still wants that. Part of me wants mine and his family and friends to be there to share that special day. Part of me wants the big tadoo where I am center of attention. Part of me wants the big wedding. The other part of me - the part that is louder most days - doesn't. That part of me is doing it because everyone expects me to have the big wedding. They want to share part of my big day.
I understand this but isn't this my day? Shouldn't I do what I want? And deep down what I really want is to run away with the man I love and get married on a beach underneath the sunset next to the beautiful ocean!
I go dress shopping and I'm excited to find the perfect dress. I go look at churche and I love the church and can't wait to get married there. I get excited about the reception and the midnight balloon drop and throwing a great party.
And then there's the other side of me. The side that is afraid that people are going to crash the party that I don't like. The side that hated prom and everything that went with. The side that doesn't even care anything about the whole wedding ceremony. The side of me that wants to run away and do it all alone in Hawaii or Mexico with just me and Lee. To be honest, that's the side the most often wins out.
So why bother? Why have the big wedding? I guess you could say part of me still wants that. Part of me wants mine and his family and friends to be there to share that special day. Part of me wants the big tadoo where I am center of attention. Part of me wants the big wedding. The other part of me - the part that is louder most days - doesn't. That part of me is doing it because everyone expects me to have the big wedding. They want to share part of my big day.
I understand this but isn't this my day? Shouldn't I do what I want? And deep down what I really want is to run away with the man I love and get married on a beach underneath the sunset next to the beautiful ocean!
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