Thursday, January 21, 2010

Mail that is not a bill


Oh joyous day, is the day when you get mail that is NOT a bill. So I strolled down to the mailbox just yesterday and it had been a while. My box was stuff with all kinds of stuff, tax W2, grocery fliers, and the secret package. So I had an envelop from my dear friend Miss Happy Go Lucky. But to my surprise I opened it and it was the most awesome gift. The Shit List. It's a pad where can write down the offender, violation and plan of attack. And it has these genius plans of attack, confront, ignore, stew (which is my favorite), avenge, talk shit, and a blank. I mean I have to get started. It even as a severity rating. It's genius. I am so happy. I needed this. Because as you know, I am trying to confront my anger more constructively. Always a challenge for one who doesn't like to rock the boat. But this year I am rocking it!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Make-up, the kiss of death

So I had this blog idea earlier this week, but I actually had work to do, so here we go...

About a week ago, I fell deathly ill. I went to work on Friday and I had a miserable sore throat, and I initially thought it was from running the heat. But to my misfortune, it was not the heat. By the way, someone, and I am not naming names, infected me at work. Trust me, I know it was her. Now, back to my ailments. So Saturday, I woke up and thought I was going to have my throat surgically removed, but I went to the doctor, and he gave me a strep test, told me I was negative but insisted it was strep, so gagging culture #2 took place, and it was sent to the lab. He sent me on my way with no antibiotics, because he is a genius. Now, I stay in the house ALL weekend, which is what I love to do on my weekends. THEN, I start to see a glimmer of hope on Sunday and had decided I was all better. So I head out to the movies, how can that hurt right? More sitting... So then I get home, and realize, I am still sick, who would know? So I wake up on Monday and I am certainly dying and call into work sick. My head was about to explode, throat was still not cooperating, and I was rather thirsty. So I watch 37 hours of tv in a row. Then I wake up on Tuesday and decide I don't want to burn a sick day, but I still feel bad. So I did what is most dreaded in life to all the world surrounding me. Yes, I didn't put my face on...(insert horror music now) And you would think that people thought I came off an alien planet. They were like whoa, are you sick? What happened? I was pissed to say the least. Look, I realize I am blonde, and I have blonde eye lashes and blonde eyebrows, and rosy cheeks, but guess what people, I mosturize and I don't have wrinkles yet...knock on wood. And I don't think the world is going to end if I miss a day of freaking mascara. It ticks me off. If it weren't for all this make up we have to wear everyday, then we could get ready that much faster. Guess what, men don't wear make up and it's perfectly fine, but good lord, you feel a little under the weather, you skip the mascara so you can rub your eyes, and people could donate to your death fund. I mean really? UGH. Ok that concludes my blog about make up. See you later with my face on...