Overwhelmed

I am a pretty organized person and a workaholic, but lately I feel like I am sinking and fast.

Granted, I work two jobs. One of which I am going to have to go ahead and bite the bullet and say "I just can't do this anymore." The not getting home until 1am on Monday nights is killing me. Playing pool on Tuesdays and not getting home until 12am is just adding gas to the fire.

This week I am working Monday, Wednesday and Friday night. The money is nice but my sanity is suffering.

My house looks like 5 teenagers live there. And I am a clean freak. Often times I will get home at 1am and clean for an hour because I cannot go to bed and think about waking up to the mess.

I have three titles at work (my real job as I so kindly refer to it as) and somedays I spend ALL DAY doing one portion of it and the other stuff suffers. On nights I am not working or spending my one night a week playing pool, you can find me in front of my laptop doing work or answering e-mails on my crackberry.

I need a maid, a dog walker and a cook.

And people wonder why I drink.

Manic Monday #2 (MM2)

Since I really shouldn't even be on here writing a post because I am beyond busy. I think that I am going to stick to the picture thing like I did last Monday. Maybe it will become a theme. Although, searching for the pictures that match my mood takes longer than it does to write stuff out. Ah, whatever.

It's 12:53 and I haven't eaten:









Please keep in mind that yesterday was Superbowl Sunday and:






My head hurts and I am so tired:









I would love to be able to hang one of these on my front door at my house and have it work:









Must get back to work!

Hell I Tell You

***Religious Post to Follow***

According to the
religious tract like this one, I am going to hell. Unless I repent NOW and never sin again.

Some guy gave me one of those tracts last night. Ummm...I was working my one day a week at "the bar" and he handed it to me. I thought it was a joke because it's a million dollar bill. It wasn't until after he left, that I looked at it.

I read around the back of the bill, turning and turning so that I could keep up with all of the crap it way saying.

Basically, it said "...if you have ever told a lie, lusted after a woman/man or have used the Lords name in vain, God see's you as a blasphemous, lying, thieiving adulterer at heart and you are going straight to hell."

So, like any good little girl that was raised in church all of her life by a Mother who has her own ministers license, I laughed out loud and exclaimed, "I am going straight to hell."

Seriously. Do people really think that threatening people into religion is the way to go? Made me want to sit the man down and have a nice chat with him about how he just ate dinner in a place that can be seen as a Den of Inquity, or that the huge steak with baked potato and sour cream with salad and an appetizer and three glasses of sweet tea can be viewed as

Gluttonous to some. But I'm sure that he forgot that those are things that are seen as sins as well.

Oh I could go on and on. I'm sure that I would seriously hurt his feelings if he started trying to spew scripture, as most people that come from a church like this: Living Waters mostly only know scriptures about how I am going to hell and God hates sinner and unbelievers.

I like to start off a religious discussion with....well, who am I kidding? I am not one for the discussion of religion, as my Husband and I are pretty well studied and grew up pretty indoctrinated. Often times it only takes us a few minutes to shoot down a freaks arguments and confuse them into a mumbling fool.

So because I believe in forgiveness, here are a few scriptures that you might want to start off with. Or place on your tract for next time, because the God that I know and love is all seeing, all knowing and all forgiving.

Psalm 51:2
"Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and guilt and cleanse me and make me wholly pure from my sin!"

1 John 1:9
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

Matthew 6:14
"For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you."

Ephesians 1:7
"In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace"

Colossians 1:13-14
"For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."

Anyway...try preaching or teaching love and understanding rather than basically yelling in someone's face, YOU ARE GOING TO HELL.

I am in a handbasket though.

Manic Monday #1

Because I don't really have time to think of words to describe my day, I decided to spend my time searching for pictures.

I'm Just Sayin

As the saying goes: "there are those that do and then there are those that lie about it."

I'm just sayin, I'm not a liar.

In The Words Of

Gretchen Wilson

I don't feel like loving you today,
So don't you even try to change my mind,
The best thing you can do right now,
Is just go away,
Cause I don't feel like loving you today,

I don't wanna talk about last night,
I'm angry and I haven't had much sleep,
And I'm so tired and bloodshot,
they ain't no tellin' what I'd say,
I don't feel like loving you today,

But you know I will anyway,
Even though we make it hard sometimes.
I'll wind up forgiving you and probably loving you,
For the rest of my life,
But I don't feel like loving you today,
And I've got 16 hours left to go.
I might tell you that I'm leaving
Even though you know I'll stay,
Cause I don't feel like loving you today.

But you know I will anyway,
Even though we make it hard sometimes.
I'll wind up forgiving you and probably loving you,
For the rest of my life.
But I don't feel like loving you today.

I just don't feel like loving you today.

They Burn

So my husbands best friend is in town. My husbands nickname for R is Player. Player is quite a whore. As his nickname suggests.

Anyway. Player was out with us tonight trying to explain to me why he is still messing with this 19 year old. So, in true player fashion, he showed me the picture texts that the baby sent him. Ick.

Because I'm a bitch like that, I proceeded to show the "fellas" the pictures. As I was flipping through, I clicked on a picture that I thought was one of the baby from far away.

OH NO. It was my husbands best friend in all his glory.

Oh my God. It's like seeing you're brother naked.

My eyes. They burn.

This Is Why She's My Friend 1.2

My girls are a bunch of funny bitches. We are quick witted and down right sarcastic. Sometimes mean as hell and quite hateful too. But sweet as pie when needed. Well, some of us.

Today, I will post about my friend Abs is a little angry. Well, a lot angry really. But she will shut you down in an instant with that glare or death and fast blow to your ego.

Today, she chose to suggest that I respond to a girl that is being quite idiotic in regards to some plates that she bought from me. She wants a $7.00 refund. Not a big deal really, but you see, 7 plates broke and I sold them to her for $.60 a piece and she wants me to pay her $1.00 per plate so that she can replace them at their regular cost. HELLO, I'm a financial person. In NO WAY does that work out in my favor.

Abs said I should write her this

"Crackhead,

Such a big deal for $7.00. $7.00 won’t buy a rock, so you may have to settle for a couple of 40s of Steele Reserve and call it a day."

In another e-mail, which has nothing to do with the "the crackhead, Abs wrote:

From: Abs
Sent: Friday, January 16, 2009 11:24 AM
To: Melrox
Cc: Freckles
Subject: how we are going to die...

The low is going to be 3 degrees tonight.
Right now it is 18 but feels like 3 thanks to the wind chill.

That is not a forecast. That is a death sentence.

Abs

I love my girls!

YAY ME! I Think

Okay, so someone sent me an e-mail. Their e-mail address was blog234@aol.com.

They gave me a blog award. As you can see, it looks like a drunk kid made it but it's kind of cool looking and since I LOVE getting awards, I figured I would go ahead and accept.

That's two awards so far this year. And I am not even on top of my game yet.

Now I have to figure out who I can pass this one along to. Oh the dilema.

I think I am going to pass it along to two people. One because I think she's pretty cool, and she gave me my first award and the other because he gets so excited when someone thinks he's cool.

No drumroll this time. Just and awards presentation.

In the category of "Smart Funny Girl" the award goes to Penny at She Is Anyway. *applause*. I found Penny on another site and when she moved her blog, I kind of find my way over here too. I'm glad I did. Thanks!

And in the category of "LA Guys That Don't Suck", the award goes to SO at Starting Over At 24. *more applause*. If you haven't had the chance to read SO's blog, please do so. He's funny as hell and pretty eloquent with words.

There you have it. This concludes this weeks awards ceremony. Party at SO's house afterwards.

And The Award Goes To...

As you know Penny at She Is Anyway gave me an award. GO ME!!!!

And now without further adieu, drumroll please...

And the award


GOES TO:

The Sisters at Holy Crappers

These ladies surely don't need another award to let them know just how damned funny they are, however, they never cease to make me laugh and I'm sure that they would give me some of the best unadulterated advice a girl could ask for it ever needed.

Bravo...YOU ARE A WINNER!

Take a bow, give a speech and pass it on.

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

I'm a weiner. WAIT...no. I'm a WINNER!

WOOOHOO!!!!!!

Here it is.



Penny at She Is Anyway has given me a blog award. She created it all brand new and stuff, just for me.

Now...let me see who I can find that I think is worthy of all the cool stuff Penny wrote about me.

*scanning blogs*

New Year Black Cloud

Seriously?

There is a black cloud floating above my friends. It's been a horrible last few weeks.

N and T had their baby 3 months premature. He is only 1.5 lbs and 12.5 inches long. Still in the NICU (day 8) and still in critical condition.

Paj was just diagnosed with breast cancer. She is going in for a mastectomy on Monday.

Zips daughter was in a bad accident and had to be life flighted to the trauma center with head injuries.

C had her twin babies 3 month premature and they are fighting for their lives.

J and her husband have just been told that their baby (who is still in the womb) will be born with severe mental retardation.

We all feel like we are sitting around going "who's next?"

Please for the love of everything holy give me some good news.

Who We Were

And sometimes often still are:

When girls are on a wild night out, they can have a lot to drink because the drinks keep flowing as the party continues. The result of this will be drunk girls. It is not uncommon to find drunken girls at a party and, this is the signature and the height of all fun. Girls attend many parties. They include parties for friends like birthdays and even weddings. Girls can also arrange for night outs without any formal party because they are the party.

We have woken up on chairs on the beach, spent the night in the ER thanks to a stumble into a bathtub (thanks Lawgirl), found ourselves freezing in a parking lot outside of a club waiting for a taxi and on the list goes on.

It all starts when Lawgirl innocently says "I think we need some shots."

Oh no. Did I take a nap before I came out? Did I eat a good dinner and drink lots of water? Did I stretch? <--one never knows.

So Pretty...So Shiny...

Once again, I am in love.

I was eligible for an upgrade and since the phone I wanted would have cost me $150 and the iPhone was $199 I went for it.

Look at the beautiful piece of technology.



Now I can listen to my favorite radio stations, anywhere I want.

I can check my MySpace, Facebook and Gmail ANYWHERE I want.

I love grown up toys.

Not Even 5 Minutes

Traffic. $(@#$&))@$^@)#&_@#

There are some days that I barely make it off of my street before the F bomb drops. "You EFFING idiot. Watch where you're going, stupid ass" seems to be my favorite line. Often times, those words jump right out of my mouth before I even know it. It's like my reaction is programmed in my brain.

IF...by some miracle, I am able to make it off my street or the main street that leads to the interstate, it isn't long, before that aforementioned statement comes flying right out of my mouth. &$)@#^$)@^#

Ah hell, trying to merge into traffic from my exit is like trying to find a well paying job in a third world country. HELLO PEOPLE, my exit drops me right off of my road and right back onto north bound exit for my road. I have a very short little span of road to merge onto 95, before I start doing circles. DON'T speed up to get around me so that you can exit and make me almost slam into your car. Because one day, I'm telling you, one day.

The funny thing is, depending on the year, my area has the WORST traffic in the nation:

Here are all 10 of the worst cities for traffic as put together by Forbes Magazine. April 15th, 2008

Top 10 Cities With The Worst Traffic:

1. Washington D.C.
2. Atlanta, GA
3. Los Angeles, CA
4. San Francisco, CA
5. Houston, TX
6. New York, NY
7. Riverside – San Bernardino, CA
8. Chicago, IL
9. Dallas, TX
10. Boston, MA.

I don't live "in DC" as most people do not. However, ALL of those people that are driving into DC for that nasty morning commute, come from down my way.

Oddly enough, the volume of traffic is not what bothers me. I'm pretty used to it and have learned that complaining about it and allowing it to piss me off won't get me home any faster.

To make the situation even better, when I leave work in the afternoon, it starts all over again. Just in reverse.

*Sigh*

How Much For 13?

Every Thursday, bloggers jot down thirteen things about their week, Thirteen secrets they’ve never shared before, Thirteen random things about themselves or their lives that give the reader a better idea of who they are. Then the fun begins, you go bloghopping! Tag other bloggers for their thursday thirteen.

Hmmm...why not? 13 things huh? Are there 13 things I want to share with you lot of strangers? What if I meet one you one day? Will you be thinking "she has...." Ah well, here goes nothing. Shhh...don't tell anyone.

1) I once won a dance contest for being the freakiest dancer in the club. Not freaky as in weirdo but freaky as in border line pornographic. *not my proudest moment* --- or was it?

2) In a fit of drunken rage, I cellphoned someone's car. Think red cellphone, nice cream colored car. Now with it's own red stripe. *defintely not my proudest moment*

3) I had to climb out of the second story bedroom window of a *friends* condo in the middle of winter when his crazy girlfriend (who I didn't know about) came home completely hammered and ready to stab people.

4) I once paid a hooker to sleep with my friend and till this day, I'm pretty sure he has no idea that I paid her or that she was a hooker.

5) A few years ago, I went to this wedding of a girl I barely knew. I had only met the bride a few days before the wedding at her bachelorette party (I was friends with her Maid of Honor). Anyway...after the wedding, the bride insisted that I ride in the limo with everyone since I was there with all of the bridal party anyway. While riding along, the groom looked at me and said "don't I know you from somewhere." OMG. Let me out of the car. Since I had no idea who he was, I said "I don't think so, I just moved here not to long ago (my friend played along). Come to find out, just two weeks before that, he had hit on me at the bar and had given me his business card and invited me to watch a football game in his company box seats.

6) I was almost kicked out of college for cheating. Even though I didn't cheat. Someone cheated off of me and passed my work off as theirs and since I turned mine in after they did, I had to prove my work.

7) My Mother has a ministers license. No, I am not "the preachers daughter."

8) I absolutely loathe my brothers girlfriend and if he marries her, I will never speak to him again. -Not that I really like speaking to him now-.

9) I have a sick fascination with the this website: http://www.mydeathspace.com.

10) I am a speed reader. Seriously. I can read a 300 page book in about 2.5 hours (without interruptions).

11) I skipped the second grade and I made straight A's in school until I was in the 9th grade.

12) I knew how to read, write in print and in cursive, add, subtract, multiply and divide, before I went to kindergarten. Yes, I was that kid. I have no idea what happened.

13) I still dream about being an OR/ER Level 1 Trauma center Doctor. Such an aspiration and a far cry from my number crunching in cube land. *has anyone seen my stapler?*

Mindless

1) What is your occupation right now? Number cruncher. Bean counter (some jumping, some not).
2) What color socks are you wearing? Me no wear sock today.
3) What are you listening to right now? The girls in the bay (the part of the building I work in) all chatting and clicking and working and me…not working.
4) What was the last thing you ate? Hold on…let me get my donut. Okay…it was a strawberry covered donut. MMM…to the 10th power.
5) Can you drive a stick shift? I hope so. Or I someone else has been driving my car for the last few years.
6) Last person you spoke to on the phone? The OCD hotline. (kidding, or am I)
7) Do you like the person that sent this to you? I guess. She’s alright. A great road trip partner, drinking buddy and laugh till you cry girl.
8) How old are you today? Effin old. I feel a hundred. Feel me. Wait…no don’t feel me.
9) What is your favorite sport to watch on tv? Ooooo…feetball of course. College then NFL. GO GATORS! Chomp Chomp.
10) What is your favorite drink? I don’t drink. *ahhhahahahahaahahahahahahahaha*
11) Have you ever dyed your hair? I personally have never dyed my hair. I pay Allison to do that.
12) Favorite food? I'm a maneater.
13) What is the last movie you watched? Does porn count? ---kidding--- I have no idea actually. It’s been awhile.
14) Favorite day of the year? This year? The year? What year?
15) How do you vent anger? I don’t get angry. I’m all sunshine and roses.
16) What was your favorite toy as a child? Hard to choose between my big red fire truck (woooo) and my collection of matchbox cars. Tomboy much?
17) What is your favorite season? Football
18) Cherries or blueberries? Depends on what I am doing with them. Cherry pie. Cherry vodka. Blueberries (fresh) and blueberry Martinis (mmm…)
19) Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? SERIOUSLY why do people ask these questions? NO…I don’t want people to e-mail me. I am just sitting here, pouring my heart out and I want all of my friends to ignore me.
20) Who is the most likely to respond? NO ONE. Damn you all. V sent it first, C responded and gets a cookie for saying that I would be the first to respond and K, B, S and M (not that kind pervs) probably will just look at ours and go on with their lives. Whatevs.
21) Who is the least likely to respond? UMMM hello, someone is not reading what I just wrote. PAY ATTENTION.
22) Living arrangements? ME. The Queen, and two hateful pets. A cat and a dog.
23) When was the last time you cried? The same day V did. But mine was for sure on the 29th.
24) What is on the floor in your closet? Shoes. Bodies.
25) Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? WHO THE HELL WROTE THAT SENTENCE? ---that’s not who I am sending it to—That friend would be Sharon. HI SHARON!
26) What did you do last night? Kicked an old lady and little girls ass in Wii bowling. WOOT! Went to the bar and played poker. Then went to the other bar and sang karaoke with the ladies.
27) What are you most afraid of? Lightening. You all think I’m kidding. That stuff terrifies me.
28) Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? I like mine with lettuce NO tomato, heinz red ketchup and French fried potatoes a big kosher pickle and a nice cold drink (not beer).
29) Favorite dog breed? Man? They are dogs right?
30) Favorite day of the week? If I could go home right now and go to sleep it will forever be Thursday. I would love me a Thursday.
31) How many states have you lived in? Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Hawaii and Virginia. That’s it? I suck.
32) Diamonds or pearls? D to the I to the A to the M, O to the N to the D to the pearls of love. D to the I to the A to the M, O to the N to the D to the pearls of love.
33) What is your favorite flower? Fresh picked ones. Free ones. Given ones. I love gardenias, and lilies and daisies and roses of course. I *heart* flowers. FLOWER POWER!

I Used To Could

Once upon a time, there was a very intelligent young girl who could write stories that would wow the masses. Then one day, she lost her writing mojo.

Sad. So sad. Her fingers no longer were able to scribble words that would bring tears to the eyes of the reader, or a laugh from deep in their soul.

She started a blog in hopes that she would find some sort of inspiration and all that she found herself doing was writing stupid little "look at what I did today" posts. Sure, from time to time a poem would force it's way onto the screen, but the great days of writing from within and bringing forth words that grip the emotions of the past, present and hopes of the future have been dissipated.

I can't even find words in my vast vocabulary to make it look like I even used to be a writer. I've lost my elloquence. In written form that is.

In person, I am a quick witted, sarcastic and very engaging conversationalist. I am well studied and well informed on a vast majority of past and present events. I find myself immersed in conversations with people that are socially inept and devoid of true emotion. Without my writing, I feel as if a piece of me is missing.

My writers block is prodigious (the bad kind). My writing personality and I have an animus relationship.

I'm stuck without words from my pen and I feel useless.

This is how I feel http://kisapele.easyjournal.com/entry.aspx?eid=3573971. She just writes it the way my mind thinks it but cannot put onto paper or into words.

Ah Hell

Today sucked worse than yesterday and I didn't think that was possible at all.

Whoever sent that black cloud to rest over my head can take it back now. Seriously.

I am not having it anymore.

..........................

I am not now nor have I ever been an Obama supporter. I think way too may people voted for him because of the wrong reasons. To many people saw Democrat rather than Republican not knowing really anything other than they blame the Republicans for the way the economy is. Or that they hate Bush. McCain is not Bush.

Who cares if the President Elect is black, white, yellow, red or brown. They voted for a black man. You can try to say it's not racial but a great deal of his votes were racially influenced. I hate that this Presidential race became racial but it did and it's going to be that way for a long time.

I am beside myself. This morning, as I was driving past the command building and saw the flag flying, I actually looked at it in anger. For those of you that know how truly patriotic I am that is a big deal to me. My beliefs and fundamentals not to mention my love for this country and our way of life is going to be tested for the next 4 years if not the next 8 years.

I didn't argue politics before and I won't do so now. I will say my peace and leave it at that.

I will not apologize to my gay friends as you know, I am not gay myself. I support you and your way of life, but I cannot vote for you and vote against everything else that I believe in.

You voted how you voted and I voted how I voted. Don't try to tell me that I have no right to be upset or state how I feel. If I were partying in the streets as a white person if McCain won, I would be a racist and that's angers me. Truly infuriates me. I hate that there are going to be people that are going to look at anything Obama does as "a black man did that." That goes for both sides. Good and bad.

Last night on the news a reporter actually said "if you are a conservative angry Republican, get over yourself, today truly is a great day in America." You know what, EFF OFF.

I'm angry as a woman, as a soon to be military wife of a combat veteran who has bled and killed for this country, as an American, as a tax payer, as a working woman, as a Christian, as a Republican and as someone who believes that this nation just made one of it's biggest mistakes in quite some time, if not ever.