Spit it out already!

This blog topic was given to me by my dear friend Sam (Oh wait should I change her name to protect her identity...eh...screw it).

Let me just say a few words...Ubnoxious Gum Chewing. I don't know if this is a disease or disability by any means. It sure is damn annoying. If you ask me, people who have this problem should be given jelly beans or something to disinigrate and save us all from seeing what's in their mouths. The worst is when you can actually see the spit bubbles forming and popping right before your eyes. I bet if this shit was on the discovery channel we would totally watch it because it could be mesmerizing. But when you're there trying to talk to someone and they're doing this shit about three feet away from your face, what the hell are you supposed to do? I personally am a fan of going up to them and ripping the gum out of their mouth. After that I have two options...I could throw it out or rub it in their hair, hoping that they will experience the same amount of pain I did having to look at it. Then, that person would have to use peanut butter or ice or whatever helps take it out of their hair. Or maybe they would have to cut their hair and everytime they saw the bald spot they would think about how rude they were being. No one should have to see another's spit bubbles without granting permission. I'm sorry, it's just too nasty.

No cuts...no butts...

I always liked that little tune...no cuts, not butts, no coco-nuts. Don't ask me why. It's so funny how we can remember the stupidest things from our childhoods but can't remember what we ate for breakfast. People at work have warned me never to grow old and I'm starting to understand why.
So, I went to a wedding today. It was a full-on Catholic wedding, complete with communion. I normally would have taken communion, one- because I was sitting in the back and really didn't want to walk all the way to the front, two- I haven't been to church a a long time and three- as blasphemous as it sounds, I really don't like the taste of the hosts. So, Laura being as pushy as she is, makes me go up with her and take communion. As I said, we were in the back of the church, the last row (which is a good thing because we obviously have not grown out of our bad church manners) so we were bound to be the last ones to get communion.
About halfway up the aisle a lady got up for communion, I don't know if she missed it when her whole pew got up or if she was just going back for seconds, needless to say she got behind me. Two lines formed but there was only one priest giving out hosts, so when there were only five people left we decided to stay on one side. Apparently, this did not please this lady. When I was to be next, she cut around (running into my purse) and went in the other, non-existant line. What? Who has ever been cut off in communion? Doesn't that seem sort of non-Christian? Then after she got her host, because she apparently was in a hurry, I stood back so she could cross in front of me and she wouldn't move. I was the last person in line and just standing there not taking a host. I must have looked like such a jerk. She was the one who was in the wrong and she made it seem like it was all my fault! I was just so confused! She's lucky that I didn't see her at the reception because I totally would have kicked her ass in a dance off!!!!

Get er done?!?

Who in the world knows what "Get er done" means? I was just sitting here checking e-mail and stuff, when I heard those infamous words on t.v.. No, I'm not watching t.v., hell I don't watch crap channels like that. Scott is watching one of the many car repair shows. Now that it just some boring shit. Anyhow, back to this incomplete sentence..."Get er done". What is "er"? Is it supposed to be "her"? And if so...who are we getting done? Honestly, Larry what were you thinking? Why do people repeat it after he says it? No one, who likes this saying, will let it be said without saying it back. Is it like church? Can I get an Amen? AMEN! Or cheerleading "Give me an A. A" I know I could get to the bottom of this stupid craze, but honestly, I don't want to waste my time finding out about this guy who annoys me. I'd rather just bitch about it! Can I get an AMEN?

Here...have a coupon

Yesterday I decided to waste my hour before class eating donuts and having an iced coffee. I sat there looking out the window watching one of the best dressed beggers trying to get money out of downtown business people. Honestly, if you're going to beg for money, dress the part! Am I right? Anywho, I finished my two...count them two...donuts, I decided to finially go to class. As I was getting my stuff together, this lady kept looking over at me. I was thinking, do I know her? Or is she one of those people who thinks she knows me? I get that here and there. People are like, "hey I know you" and I'm all like "no, you're probably thinking about someone else". I've heard that everyone in the world has a twin, but I have never seen anyone that had looked like me. There are no famous people who look like me.
I actually had mentioned this on my radio show once, that there was no one that looked like me, so who would play me in a made for tv movie? One caller (Lisa the Jerk) said that it would be Kathy Bates or Ricky Lake...in her fat years! Ok, so I'm going off of the subject. I kind of did one of those glance over looks. If the lady didn't say anything to me I would have looked at the picture on the wall. But she did say something. She was like "Is that and iced coffee?" And I was like "Yeah" and she said "here, you can save money on tomorrow's coffee". She gave a complete stranger a coupon for $1 off a coffee. She didn't even have to acknowledge that I was there, but she took the effort to help someone. I wasn't even going to be downtown the next day but I took the coupon and thanked her for her kindness. It's good to know that there are still some good people out there. The bad people outnumber us 5 to 1!!!

Things that make you go hmmm

I was off of work today and naturally had the munchies. I don't know what it is about my house, it just make me hungry. And not for food like lettuce either. I never seem to eat breakfast when I stay home, I prefer to jump right to lunch. Most of the times I eat leftovers, so basically I jump to dinner. After I ate my breakfast/dinner (brinner if you will) I wanted something sweet. We had ice cream, not just any ice cream, peanut butter cookie dough. I had a little taste and got to thinking, what really makes it cookie dough?
There can't be raw eggs in it like real cookie dough. That would be a health hazard- I know that because I'm in a food safety class- not to mention it is common sense. So, really what is it that makes it cookie dough? Could I take out the cookie chunks and bake them? Would I have home made cookie crisp? I thought about doing this but then I decided that it would take too much effort to remove all of the cookie dough from my bowl of ice cream. All of this profound thinking side tracked me and I didn't even eat any ice cream yet. Maybe I should have some now!

Should I do something productive? NAH!!!

Why is it when you get older, you seem to need to "run errands" on you days off? This is the first time in my life I've felt this way. I left work yesterday at like 3:45pm and was like "hmm! I'm off of work tomorrow, I should do something." I started planning out my day while I was driving aimlessly in the car. I felt like if I went home, I would probably have fallen asleep. So I went out and met up with three groups of people. I think of it in terms of dinner...cause I like food...oh and I ate with every person I saw. I met up with my mom and sister, appetizer, slurpee. I really wanted a coke slurpee but they were out so I had to settle on some fruity thing. The main course was Portillos with Sam. And for dessert a little pie with Kris and Tracy. After the pie I was tired enough to go home. I really didn't accomplish anything yesterday, well except for getting top social points (a little Sims reference for ya), but hey at least I didn't get home and go to sleep.

What the Shit!?!

SoI got my pay stub today for a check that has been long anticipated. I put in a lot of hours last week and from my calculations I had at least 17 hours over time. I got my check and was utterly disappointed. Of course, I had a shitload of money taken out for taxes but I could have sworn that the check would have been a tad higher. I went back and looked at my hours just to make sure I wasn't making my numbers up. Sure enough they snubbed me on three hours of overtime. Now, I'm not usually one to make a fuss over money but I thought "hey, I worked these hours, I should be paid for them." I mean am I right?

I went to the payroll guy and asked him about my check. I really hated asking him to recalculate just to make sure he's doing his job correctly, but had I not done it today, I never would have done it. Then, I'd be obsessing over it for the next few days- and honestly, who wants that? He started adding it up and it seemed like his number were off. Say I worked an eight and a half hour day, he was only counting it as eight. So, like a jackass, I asked him about that. He explained to me that for people who work over eight hours solid, they deducted a half hour for lunch from their pay check. But if you work two shorter shifts adding up to eight hours or above, the break is a paid one. In essence if you're a hard worker, you get shafted. What the shit!?!

I really want cookies!!!

Why is it that when you really want something you just can't have it? Right now I really want cookies. I guess I could drive to the store and go and get some but they just aren't the same as homemade cookies. For the past five minutes I've been yelling about wanting cookies and no one has brought them to me. Then Donna says to me...she says..."we have some cookie dough in the fridge". What what what? Why didn't she say that earlier? Probably because she doesn't want to make them. I said that I'd make them if she would just turn on the oven and put them on the cookie sheet. She refused. Why does she mock me? Cookies are so much better if you're not the one who has to make them. Am I right? Maybe I haven't yelled loud enough! I WANT COOKIES!!!! (if someone brings me cookies I'll give them a special prize)

Shut Your Pie Hole

This blog is for all of those peeps who wanted me to write a new blog. This should shut you up, unless of course you don't like it, then you'll complain about it. At least you'll have something new to complain about.

So, I was on the train yesterday coming back from class. I was tired and a little cranky. All I wanted to do was listen to this awesome cd that Laura made me. So, I'm sitting there jamming out the "Baby Elephant walk" and this guy behind me gets a call. Oh, but it wasn't really a call at all. It was a damn Nextel walkie talkie thing with the stupid bluuutuuu noise. No matter how loud I turned my music up I could still hear the conversation. It was really stupid too. His girlfriend or wife was complaining about not seeing him enough and then they went off and talked about what to get someone for their birthday...blah blah blah. Why do people feel the need to be so damn loud? There is enough noise on the train, we didn't need another person, who was miles away, to add to the noise. Maybe I'm just too considerate of other people. I spent most of my train ride text messaging people, but I had the volume turned off so I wouldn't bother others. Some people really just don't care. The kicker of this Nextel conversation was when the guy got up and went to the little bathroom on the train...you could still hear the lasy talking! Maybe I'm just more of a private person and I don't want people to hear my conversations. Mabye I'm just very considerate. Maybe I just have good ettiquette. All I know was that I was damn happy to get off of that train and away from the Nextel guy.

Bottom line: Nextels should be destroyed!

Don't drive...fly...with Metra...or something like that

I had a class downtown today and decided I didn't want to drive. For once. I thought, I'll use public transportation and maybe save a few bucks on gas. There are only a few Metra trains that stop at my station, one that left at 5:34 and the next the left around 6:30. I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get down there so I took the earlier train. That means I had to get up by 4:15, so I could leave at 5:00. That is just wrong. So, I got to the station, bought a round trip ticket and boarded the train. It was actually kind of nice to be able to spend the entire trip relaxing. I even read a few chapters of my text book.
After the Metra, I hopped on the blue line. It only took like 20 minutes to get to my class building from there. I was actually an hour early to something. So, I went to Caribou Coffee. As I sat there drinking my Turtle Mocha and thinking about how nice it was to take the train, I realized...I actually spent more money on the two trains and the coffee than I would have spent had I drove. How wrong is it that I would actually save money utilizing the horrid $3.00/ gallon gas than public trans? Just to add icing to this bitter money guzzling cake...I got back to the train station to find a parking ticket on my car.
So, to recap, it took me twice as long and cost twice as much as driving. Will I do it next week? Probably. I don't want to have to sit in stop and go traffic. Pfff