Bringing Scary Back

When did Halloween because all about being sexy?  Why is it that the only costumes available for girls are sexy witch, and sexy police officer, and sexy pirate?  What about scary?  Isn’t being scary the whole point of Halloween?

This year I really didn’t want to be the sexy version of anything.  I wanted to be scary.  I thought it’d probably e pretty easy for me to find a scary costume since I’m plus-sized but I was wrong.  It just means that they make the sexy costumes a little bigger.  So sad.

I’m putting my own witch costume together instead and I refuse to be anything but scary.  To ensure that there’s no sexy goin’ on I’m going to even add a few warts.  I don’t know why I’m so against the sexy things this year but it seems so played out.  Maybe that’s just the married woman in me talking.

Groups Are Gross!

Okay…so maybe the title is a little overboard but I have a really hard time with big group outings.  I don’t get it.  I’m an outgoing person.  I’m always starting up converstations with new people.  But tell me that we’re going out in a big group and I shrivel up.

Tomorrow night we’re going out to eat Indian food with a group of about 14.  I know all of these 14 people.  I like most of them.  I just don’t like having to deal with them all at once.  I feel like group outing never work out quite right.  People are late, it’s hard getting a table, it’s hard splitting the bill… it’s just never simple.

I would like to get over this feeling and be able to enjoy and maybe even look forward to, going out with all of my friends but I don’t know how to.  As a person who plans every little detail of things (in my life and work) I have a hard time just going with the flow.  How do you do it?  Or are you just as afraid of big groups as I am?

Pole Dancing Class

This past weekend I attended an S Factor Intro pole dancing class.  I was looking forward to it all week but admittadely, I was pretty shy once I got there.  But oh. my. God., was that class fun!

It’s set in a room with no mirros and only red lights in the corners on.  It consists of an hour long “warm-up” which in my opinion was “the hardest workout I’ve ever done” and then some sexy walking and pole tricks.  Honestly, I was expecting some of the other girls to be sleezy but none of them were.  After awhile everyone got really into it and we all smacked our asses with joyous screams of delight.

I couldn’t help feeling that all this girl goodness was a waste though.  No boy are allowed in this class and we all looked so cute with our sexy walks and swinging around the poles.  It was lost on us though…we needed an audience of boys for sure.  I tried to show my Husband my moves that night but it wasn’t the same in my apartment and without all these other fun girls doing it with me.

I’d love to go back and take their level one 8 week courses but it’s a little out of my price range right now…okay…a lot out of my price range.  But if I ever win the lottery you’ll know where to find me.

It’s The Little Things

There is one (well, several really, but one for this post’s purpose) thing that really drives me up the wall.  I live in a large apartment building with one washer and dryer on each floor.  Tonight, like many other nights, I put my wash in the washer while someone else’s wet stuff sat on top of the dryer.  Sure enough those people came and put their stuff in the dryer right before my wash was done, forcing me to wait 52 minutes before I could move my wet clothes to the dryer.

Here’s where it get irksome.  I go at the very minute their clothes should be done drying and someone has taken my stuff out of the washer and put their own stuff in.  This drives me nuts for several reasons.  1) It makes no sense.  Why move my stuff when it’s only going to be in the dryer after the other people’s anyway and 2) I HAD ANOTHER LOAD!  WTF people, really!

Last time this happened you could say I may have gone a teensy bit overboard.  ie. I sat in the laundry room waiting for the culprit and then explained in a stern tone why this practice made no sense.  But today I am making strides.  I only wrote a note (a nice note if I do say so myself) and taped it to the dryer asking the perp not to do this again as I made my Husband find another empty floor to put our other load in (after waiting an hour for our floor).

While writing the note makes me feel slightly better, there is a 90% chance that the person it’s meant for won’t speak English and therefore it will mean nothing to them.   Maybe I am slightly crazy about this whole thing but I can’t help it.  I hate people who don’t use the Golden Rule.  Now I’m just looking forward to seeing my note here.

Second Wind

I was starting to think this whole blogging thing was over for me but this new idea has me back on track.  Georgie over at Decisionally Challenged has come up with a great plan for a Bloogie Secret Santa Project.  I was so excited after I read about it that I had to hop on over here and urge everyone to participate.  I love the holiday season and can’t wait to really put some thought into what I will get my bloggie match.

What Is It With People?

What is wrong with people? Why is it that some people throw all their normal behaviors out the window when they log onto a chat site?

I’ve been a contributing member of a certain forum for almost 3 years. I’ve helped countless people and visa versa through this forum. There have always been bullies on this site but today they took it too far. They attacked my business (that I own and work on part-time) and even made up a fake forum personality to say that my business is bunk and that I don’t do good work.

This is just wrong. They’re costing me potential customers! I don’t understand why they are doing this. This particular group of people has always picked on some of the nicer forum peeps and from what I can tell there is really no reason for it other than to be internet bullies.

I’m appalled that there are 20 and 30 and 40 year olds in the world that still bully other people. I thought kids left that back in 7th grade but at this point I know more mature 7th graders than these adults.

I’m fuming that this is starting to affect my professional life and of course I will no longer frequent this forum, I’m just afraid that while I’m not around they will continue to tell untruths about my company.

Have any of you had a similar experience? What did you do?

Stealing My Mom’s Funnies

It’s been a long time without a post…what can I say?  I don’t win the best blogger award this year.  Oh well.  Life’s busy.

Today I am going to steal two funny stories that my Mom told me last night and post them here.  She doesn’t have a blog so I’m sure she won’t mind, right Mom?

My Mom works part-time at Marshall’s (a discount department store type place) and she was re-organizing the knick knack part of the store.  She saw a porcelain tea cup on the top shelf in the stationary section so she goes to pick it up and put it in the right place.  Well, to her surprise she picks it up and tea and a tea bag pour all over her!  In the store!  What customer brings a real tea cup…with tea!…into a store and then forgets it there.  She was soaked.  And confused.

Then, she’s going upstairs to clock in and she has to walk through the pillow aisle to get to the stairs.  She passes a 20-something boy holding two pillows with a red lanyard and nametage around his neck, just like the employees wear.  She figures it must be a new employee because they have a pretty high turnover and she doesn’t always know everyone.

As she’s walking through the aisle this boy’s cell phone rings and he answers it.  The conversation goes as follows:

Boy: Yeah, I’m at Marshall’s.  Uh huh…no.  I’m working.

My Mom goes up to the boy, give him a stern look, and tells him that there is no talking on the store floor!  The boy stumbles out an “okay, sorry” and hangs up the phone.  My Mom clocks in and goes to the front desk to look at the schedule and ask who the new kid is…only problem is that there is no new kid.  Apperently that boy was a customer on his break from another store, with similar lanyards, in the complex.  Haha!  She told a customer that he couldn’t talk on the phone in the store!

Thanks for the post material Mom!

When You Want To Leave

My husband has been over his job for awhile now and while he’s making a good attempt at finding a new one, no one is biting yet. He went to film school and has worked with computers for a long time now but he’s trying to break into the video game business. He took many video game design classes in college and has made lots of prototypes, etc. but he’s being told “you need industry experience” at every turn.

This is very frustrating for both of us. How can you possibly gain industry experience if every job in the industry requires some? I’m fairly certain that the people in positions of power in “the industry” these days came from somewhere…somewhere long ago when they didn’t have that coveted experience. And you know what? Someone took a chance on them and now we just need them to repay the favor.

My husband is damn good at what he wants to do. He talk about it all the time and is always working on new projects but he wants to be part of a company and I want that for him so badly. I feel like I’ve always been able to “fix” his problems to some degree and it’s really killing me that I can’t fix this. All I can do is support him and pray with all my might that someone see’s what I see in him.

Here’s hoping…

update: Ignore the fact that I wrote on this same topic, with lots of the same language months ago.  It’s still happening so you’re still hearing about it.

Attention Whore

Can I be a total attention whore? My videographer finished my wedding video and put up our very short “highlights reel” on his website. While I’m not sure how to embed video here, here is the link:

RIGHT HERE!

I know it’s probably not nearly as exiting to everyone else but you know what? This is MY blog so I’m gonna’ be an attention whore if I want to :p

Have a happy Wednesday!

Type-a-Thon

Why does it bother me so much that it take my husband 4 days to write an email?  It’s not that he types slowly.  He’s a fine typer.  It’s that he’s a perfectionist.  He’s been working on this one email for 4 days now (including 3 hours last night) and he just can’t seem to send it.  It’s driving me nuts.

I could never spend that much time on an email.  He’ll type a paragraph, re-read it, re-write it, edit it, and then do it all over again…ON THE SAME PARAGRAPH!  I, on the other hand, type out what I want and hit send.  Spelling mistakes and editing be damned!  I just don’t have the time.

I wish that this didn’t bother me so much but it does.  It drives me up the wall that he seems so slow at something that I feel should only take a matter of a 1/2 hour…if that.  Do any of you have a pet peeve of your husband/boyfriend/friend?