tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10438104310729474292024-03-12T22:57:04.567-04:00SHOPGIRL'S BLOGshopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-39746161675706678382011-02-22T12:25:00.000-05:002017-07-27T15:39:00.624-04:00Look! I did have a blog post!!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
Problem is... I wrote it back in November (sssshhhh - while I was at work) and emailed it to my home account so I could post it on "my time" - I know.. but I wrote it while I was on my "Lunch" - really.. I did.. Anyhoodle... Here it is... Obviously I was irritated (IMAGINE THAT) with Pet Supplies Plus... </div>
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Pet Supplies “Plus” – just what does the PLUS mean?<br />
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I’ll tell you what it means. It means that if you want to go to their store and just merely “exchange” an item for the EXACT SAME THING? Well, they’ll allow it, PLUS they have PAPERWORK PLUS for you to fill out. </div>
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Seriously, I’m not lying when I say paperwork PLUS. Last night I went to my Pet Supplies Plus store two times – yes, I said two. I had also gone the night before. Reason? My wonderful, lovely, just downright adorable – yet WORST.DOGS.EVER, had caused some major destruction at my house recently (more on that in a minute) so I was there the night before to purchase a “gentle” or “soft” muzzle for them. Don’t get me started on crating them – tried that – in fact, thought I was done so I sold my crates this summer at a garage sale. As Julia Roberts said in Pretty Woman: Big mistake, Big, HUGE! Well, I’m off to go shopping (for another form of dog containment). </div>
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A-hem, so I’m back to PSP last night on my way home from work to return the too big muzzles I bought the night before for the next size smaller, and I see an EVEN BETTER muzzle for only a few bucks more. So, I grab two new muzzles and head to the register. This will be simple, I’ll just exchange the old for the new and improved and be on my merry way, right? WRONG. Oh.so.very.wrong. <br />
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I get to the register and explain to the cashier what I want to do and she just gives me this look. You know the one, well, there are so many nowadays – the “what the fuck do you want me to do about it because can’t you see that I’m talking to my co-worker about the placement of my next tattoo or piercing that will most certainly ensure that I always work in a place where I’m required to wear either a name tag or hair net (or both)?” kind of look. Or the, well, I think you get my drift about the retail worlds idea of or lack their of “customer service.” <br />
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So as I tell her that I want to exchange the one for the other – she just up and turns away from the register with both my new and old merchandise and disappears into the makeshift office and then a couple of minutes later returns with an even more pleasant “manager” to “assist” me with my return. The manager starts off by demanding for my receipt – no “hi, how are you?” no, “was something wrong with your purchase/item?” Nope. Just an abrupt: “I need your receipt.” I hand her my receipt and she, (without even looking at me) asks “do you just want me to put this back on your card?” Um? No. Seriously, what was going on in the office for the 10 minutes that I was left alone at the register without MY merchandise and the NEW merchandise that I thought I explained to Miss Manners Cashier that I wanted to just do an exchange? I realize that it was not an EVEN exchange – but is WAS an exchange of merchandise – NOT a return. <br />
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So, I start over and explain to the ever-so-pleasant manager that, yada yada yada, I bought these muzzles yesterday – but now wanted these new and different muzzles today. She again responded; “do you want me to return them to your card?” Um, HELLO?? Are you actually here.in.the.store.with me? NO, I want to EXHANGE – E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E them for new merchandise. She, just as frustrated as I’ve become, says that she has to return the merchandise and THEN I can buy the different ones. <br />
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In my pretty little world, this transaction – is considered an exchange – but hey, I’m old school and when I worked in retail we actually talked to and smiled at the customer. Our cell phones weren't going off throughout the entire transaction and maybe on <em>some days </em>we really didn't care - but mostly we did care about our customers. Then I realize that I, like Dorothy, am not in Kansas anymore. So, defeated, I say “yes, I’d like to return them and then purchase these new muzzles.” <br />
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Now, here is where the PLUS comes in Pet Supplies Plus. There is a ridiculous amount of paperwork involved in what one would seem to think is just an easy exchange. And picture if you will, that while I’m at PSP – I’m there with my dogs (to make sure I buy the correct one that fits so I don’t have to come back and do this all over again) who are the WORST.DOGS.EVER. And if you check out the pictures below, you’ll understand why I want to muzzle them – if not duct tape their mouths shut. <br />
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Now, I have been in the store already for 15 minutes prior with said BAD DOGS trying to fit a correct muzzle on them – and I’m sure you can IMAGINE how that has gone over. <br />
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I am now sweating and so UNBELIEVABLY stressed out and anxious that I don’t even think a Zanax or fifth of vodka would do anything to calm my nerves, and this is when the manager pulls out the PLUS SIZED PAD OF PAPERWORK that must be filled out in triplicate (I’m not lying – triplicate) before I can exchange, er return and re-buy their product. <br />
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So, as I stand there at the register with these two crazy dogs, sweat dripping down my back and off my forehead, I’m forced to fill out this paperwork while trying to control my <strike>asshole</strike> precious babies and keep them away from the other dogs. This, right here? Is why I NEVER TAKE THEM ANYWHERE – and probably why they act like ASSHOLES whenever another dog is around. <br />
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We finally complete all the paperwork – the manager puts the original purchases’ return onto a GIFT CARD and hands it to me – then rings up my new purchase and I hand back over the Gift Card to pay for said merchandise. (Really PSP – you think this is more efficient than a simple exchange?) <br />
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I start to collect my things and untangle myself out of the leashes - because Daisy and Sassy have pretty much made it their mission to make me fall – you make us wear muzzles? Fine, you’re going to wear a cast. (Really, I know they are thinking this - LOOK at the pictures again... THAT DOOR? Was put there by ME. One word: RETALIATION. <br />
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Ok, back to the story... The manager then looks at me and asks if I want my gift card back. Um? Didn’t I just use it? So I tell her no and she again, gives me that WTF? look and takes the Gift Card – which she hasn’t removed from the cardboard backing –and hangs it back onto the display for I guess the next person who has to do an exchange/return. <br />
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I looked at this "manager" and told her that I realized that SHE didn’t come up with this process, but I think that whom ever did? Should have to come to the store with MY crazy dogs in tow, and have people standing in line behind me with their dogs and screaming kids and then have to go through all this paperwork just to exchange – not receive any money back – an item. <br />
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Guess what kind of reaction I got to that....<br />
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Maybe I should have taken THESE PHOTOS with me to show her WHY I needed said muzzles... You be the judge:</div>
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I wish I had a "before" picture of this nice door - </div>
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installed to contain the destructive duo in the basement - </div>
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when there is a QUEEN SIZED <br />
TEMPURPEDIC BED<br />
upstairs for me to sleep on all day?<br />
PFFFFTTT!</td></tr>
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No mom, I'll stay downstairs - </div>
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They'll be left untouched. </div>
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I promise!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day Two: They weren't finished with their 'work.' <br />
Do you understand WHY a muzzle was sooo important to me?</td></tr>
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Not sure if you can see it in this pic, <br />
but I actually paid an additional $15 for a piece of <br />
plexiglass to be put on the door so they <br />
wouldn't scratch it and I could keep it <br />
<em>PRETTY</em><br />
I know.......</td></tr>
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shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-14048205705853498452011-02-19T17:29:00.000-05:002011-02-19T17:29:47.121-05:00Testing... Check! Check! Testing... Is this thing still on??Yes and no.<br />
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My blog of course is still up and functional... but Shopgirl, while she's still "here" and does come here often to hopefully get her write on? Just.can't. seem to put words to a post. Oh... don't get me wrong... I've got words... Many! Opinions? Holy Opinionation Batman!! <br />
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But when I get here? Like right now?<br />
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NOTHING!! ARRRRGGGHHHH!!! <br />
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Oh sure, I have topics - I've even written THOSE down - so when I get this mental blank? Voila! Just pick a topic and go! Write my thoughts or my story. Sounds so simple doesn't it? Yeah... Not.so.much.<br />
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But... even this simple exercise has sorta got my creative juices somewhat flowing.. <br />
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If any of my few followers are still coming here. There have been a FEW changes in Shopgirls world - (in fact - all topics that I want to write about!) But just to give you a taste and a reason to make me come back I'll let you in on a few: <br />
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Shopgirl has MOVED - LITERALLY! - to a sunny area of the US - for the season anyway... no more white winters for this challenged blogger!<br />
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I got a new car! It's so incredible fun... Even HAMSTERS love this car.. and I got a FUN color too!<br />
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I'm living with my sister and two nephews - this? Has been quite the challenge, learning experience and just plain ol' life change that I think I was looking for? I haven't lived with anyone since college (and it didn't go well back then) so this is definitely new territory for shopgirl and one would THINK warrant a blog or two or twenty. I've taken notes - so when I to get my "write" on, I'll be sure to share all the crazy with you..<br />
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Lots more but I don't want to promise too much and then not deliver - leave me a message - maybe THAT will do it... I do hate to disappoint others..<br />
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Chow for now!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-4375189665008981732010-12-30T23:50:00.000-05:002010-12-30T23:50:23.238-05:00Cleaning out your closet CAN be a good thing!So.. I finished cleaning and sorting through my closet tonight - tossed out a bunch of clothes - grabbed a pair of jeans that I just haven't wanted to give away even though they haven't fit in YEARS - yes I said YEARS. Reason(s) for keeping them? <br />
1. I believe I paid over $100 for them. (Yes, I realize NOW that $100 for BLUE JEANS is quite ri-god-damn-diculous, but when I bought them I had a really good job/salary. Hindsight 20/20? Maybe spending over $100 on a pair of jeans is the reason I'm flat broke?<br />
Reason number 2 and probably the MOST important reason? My ass looked FABULASS in them! They did - I'm not going to lie - and that is why I could not part with them. I clung to the TINIEST of hopes that I would one day - have the courage and will power to put the pasta fork down and skip the cheesecake desserts and put my SKINNY ASS back into those fabulous jeans. Well, tonight as I cleaned out my closet getting rid of one item that will never fit on my body again after another...I decided it was time to give up the dream. I mean, it's been years - time for them to go. Or was it?<br />
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I was just about to toss them in the "goodbye/goodwill" bin and I decided what the hell? I'll try them on just before I say goodbye.<br />
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Well, they fit! and they're actually a little big! Turns out.. my Vodka/Gin/Starbucks diet? it's working! All these years... I've been yo-yo dieting and all it took was a little binge drinking and Voila! I've got my favorite jeans back!!<br />
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Shopgirl is one happy girl tonight! <br />
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</div>shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-46461997709206125352010-12-30T21:01:00.001-05:002010-12-30T21:19:34.936-05:00Just say no...That was my mantra tonight as I walked the aisles of Walmart, Target and even Big Lots - the Christmas Clearance Aisles that is... Like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, I chanted "There's no place for this shit at home!" That's what she said right? Sure. <br />
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Anyway, if I was in the land of OZ, I wouldn't need a Clearance sale to get me all jazzed up. Heck, I'd be wearing me a pair of bright and sparkly RUBY RED shoes in the land of GREEN OZ - I'd be all set!<br />
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Ahem, back to my real (and not so sparkly) life. I did managed to walk those Big Box Retail aisles and pick up only what I came in for - Dog food and dog chewies. (rawhides). Out of nearly all dog food at home but completely out of chewies and this? does.not.bode.well in shopgirls house - just ask the dogs. I swear - the way my poochers go through rawhides - you'd think they were laced with Cocaine, meth, or X - or maybe all three? <br />
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As I sit here now, typing this blog - they are in Canine Heaven with their chewies. THAT right there? is PRICELESS - they are leaving ME alone for five friggin' minutes!!<br />
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I tried to give the retail economy a boost tonight, I looked for doggie toys in hopes that they too, would be marked down. At Halloween time they were marked 75% off and this shopgirl went Dog Toy CRAZY!! I can't believe they had THAT many Halloween toys and absolutely NO Christmas toys..<br />
But alas, the original prices of "Christmas" toys was already 3x too high and thus, not marked down enough for this still unemployed shopgirl (recession's over my ass). So I guess the dogs will have to wait until I find another sale..<br />
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Even though I did get out of Walmart for under $50, it was HARD... I swear - I think it's easier for me to say no to a Gin and Tonic than it is to say no to a clearance sale... shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-11853194706966633972010-11-29T16:34:00.001-05:002010-11-29T16:47:16.360-05:00Just in case you're countingBecause I am: <br />
<ul><li>Bruce Springsteen - Santa Claus is coming to Town - heard at LEAST 5x today.</li>
<li>The Carpenters - Not sure of the title - but I've heard Karen Carpenter more than I wanted to today.</li>
<li>Frank Sinatra and Cyndi Lauper - thought it was a cute song like 10 years ago - today? I LOATHE 'ol blue eyes and the girl who just wants to have fun.</li>
<li>Frosty the Snowman - you know, the one from the cartoon? Where he wakes up and says "Happy Birthday?" Yeah, it's just as annoying on the radio as it is in the cartoon...</li>
<li>Most Wonderful Time of the Year - REALLY??? yeah.not.so.much....</li>
<li> Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree - ala Macaulay Culkin? - again, was cute song when HE was cute...</li>
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I'm bringing my iPod to work tomorrow.... <br />
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Which Ironically, has ALL of these song and THEN some - because yours truly used to LOVE, LOVE, LURVE Christmas music.. But then again - I actually played it in December - closer to the ACTUAL holiday and in small doses at a time...shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-79744725558794894152010-11-29T16:28:00.001-05:002010-11-29T16:28:43.958-05:00And so it begins....The countdown to <strike>Craziness</strike> Christmas is upon us and it’s not even December first. When I was laid of from my job almost two years ago, I swore I’d never work for another retail company again. Well, like my mom always said; “it’s not lady-like to swear” and DAMN IT if I didn’t end up in another Retail Corporation to help them with their Seasonal Hiring. It’s not even December and yet they have blasted CHRISTMAS MUZAK all DAMN DAY!<br />
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Uggh… by 10am I had already heard Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer five times!! And the Grinch Song? Oh.My.God.I.Want.To.Kill.Myself!!<br />
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I’m actually looking forward to being laid off ONCE AGAIN if not only because I may go crazy listening to all this Merriment. Yes, I’m going to be laid off from yet ANOTHER RETAIL COMPANY in less than two years. How do they say it in text and on Facebook? FML? Yes, FUCK MY LIFE… Sorry mom…<br />
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Well, I sorta knew I was going to be laid off when I originally took this job. It was discussed with me in the interview that they needed my recruiting services for the season and then they’d see if an open position was available after that. Well, there isn’t. And, I’m sorta ok with that, but I’m not sure if my mortgage company will be as happy. I am still working at the bar – part-time – and now hope they will give me more hours as I’m going to need them. <br />
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Oh, and to add to my “holiday merriment” my car decided to “quit me” last week. Something called a head gasket blew – and that, I’m told, is a BAD THING. I did make it to work that day – but had to pay $100 to have it towed to a shop for them to tell me that it’s pretty much not worth fixing. Money well spent indeed. And of course, the only thing I thought of – besides not having a car to drive me to work – was “now I can’t go shopping on Black Friday.” Yes, I know, my priorities are so.in.order. – Shut up, I really wanted that $100 19” flat screen for my bedroom for you know, when I’m laid off in a week and don’t want to get out of bed, at least I’ll have a nice TV upon which to watch all those Lifetime Movies.<br />
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My mechanic-brother seems to think we can get my car up and running for a short period of time and close proximity to home so that I can shop for a new(er) car. I’m just glad it happened here and not on my way to Florida. Oh, didn’t I mention THAT? I was actually thinking about heading south for the winter – being jobless and all, I figured I’d try to find a gig down there sans snow and bitter cold weather. Hmmm.. jobless and no money – stay up north and deal with snow and battle depression with nothing but GRAY Skies? Or, head south put my feet in the ocean and soak up the sun and blue skies and serve drinks to all the snow birds who have MONEY to go south every year? Hmmmmm…tough choice, but, this whole car fiasco has thrown a monkey wrench in my southward plans. My sister lives in Naples, Fl so the living expenses would be minimal – but now it’s a matter of getting there. I really want to take my dogs with me too – but if I don’t find a car before I want to leave, I may just fly down there and try to buy one down there. She says there are better deals – older folks who come down for the winter then get rid of their well maintained cars because they no longer need them or can’t drive anymore. But, if I wait to buy a car down there, then I can’t take my dogs with me right away, which, might not be a bad thing – but I would miss them terribly and I need to find someone to take care of them – like they’re accustomed to being taken care of. Yes, they are the two most spoiled dogs and I.like.it.that.way. (mostly).<br />
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So… there it is for Shopgirl, this Cyber Monday. I’m going Christmas Crazy with all the holiday muzak and I’m in need of a new car and LIFE. <br />
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Dear Santa, <br />
Are you listening?shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-74248754008776620182010-11-17T17:08:00.001-05:002010-11-18T00:09:26.969-05:00Since I have more fans on Facebook than here.... I'll post here.I can't believe my mouth some days - or in this case, my fingers, via texting. When did I become so mean and cruel to someone I care so much about? God, WTF is wrong with me and why do I act like that? Why do I allow myself to get so upset and then blow like a nasty foul-mouthed volcano? WHOOOSH!!! Hatred - pure hatred and I took the time to actually write (well, text) it all out and then PRESSED SEND! I can't undo it and I think this time may have been the last time, because there have been many, many times before and I have been forgiven (not forgotten, but forgiven - made fun of, but eventually forgiven) I don't know if that will happen this time - and I'm not only sad about it, but I'm confused and hurt and PISSED. At myself. <br />
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How can a 10+year friendship come to this? Why can't I just let my best friend live THIER life and I live MINE? Why do I have to "know" everything. You know that old saying: "curiosity killed the cat?" - well, last night I think that this <strike>Cunt</strike> old cat killed the one relationship that she thought would be in her life forever. All because I can't control my emotions and temper. I'm a mean girl. When did this happen? Or have I been this way my entire life but able to control it better when my life was somewhat "normal?" <br />
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I've been using the excuse of losing my job as my reason for becoming bitter and therefore able to lash out at those that I love most. Well sister, it's been almost TWO FUCKING years now, get the fuck over it already... I wish I could - I just don't know how. I'm losing it - literally and figuratively. My finances are a mess - mainly because I don't want to deal with them - I think I have the money there - but then again it's easier for me to play the victim role. WHO THE FUCK HAVE I BECOME??<br />
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I practically have no friends - no close friends anyway - I really never did before - I always just had a small "close" circle of friends but over the years, those few, yet valuable, friendships have whittled down to TWO EXTREMELY close relationships - mainly because of life changes, kids, schedules, etc.<br />
I love these two friends so much and they mean so.much. to me, and last night I really didn't play fair and said some pretty awful things to one of them. I cannot even THINK about my life without you in it - I think you may know me better than I know myself - maybe that's why you've forgiven so many times. <br />
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I've not only alienated my friends but I feel like I've lost my desire for almost everything in my life. I've lost my desire to blog, obviously since my last blog was back in May and now I'm here - confessing my soul because I know no one comes here anymore. I used to love to blog and couldn't wait to write down the funny things that happened in my life as shopgirl. I used to like to take pictures/photographs and walk my dogs and a lot of other things. Now? I love nothing. <br />
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At least I got it out - this blog - because today, all I've wanted to do was make a call - but I know it won't be answered and right now, I don't think I can take that. <br />
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Dear friend: If you still come here - I won't say the "s" word -but I regret how things went down. I don't know why I went there last night - I don't know why I need to know your business. I could blame a whole host of things from my parents to my upbringing to my past and now my present. But it doesn't do any good and it can't take away what happened. I'm NOT sorry about some of the things I said - but I "regret" the tone and the place/way they were said. <br />
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I'm sad and mad that you're moving (on? perhaps) without me. They say misery loves company, I guess I just don't want to be alone. But that is not YOUR problem - I know this.<br />
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I need to move on and find a new <strike>obsession</strike> hobby. <br />
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I won't say "I'm 'S' - all I can say is that I'll try.shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-83435402165712748692010-05-20T13:16:00.000-04:002010-05-20T13:16:28.625-04:00Typical conversation between Dave and IDave: So I got a video out from the library on the wives of our US Presidents and the first one I watched was Dolly Madison. <br />
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Me: You mean the cupcake?<br />
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Dave: Um, the fourth President of the United States - James Madison - his wife?<br />
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Me: Oh. Did they name the cupcake after her? I could <i>totally </i>go for a cupcake right now...<br />
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Seriously... I don't know how I even passed High School, much less, got into college.....<br />
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But doesn't a cupcake sound good right now???shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-57261409906986586292010-05-19T01:47:00.004-04:002010-05-19T02:09:28.647-04:00Me and Dave is like Peas and Carrots....Last week I went on vacation to visit my sister for her 50th birthday. As mentioned in my previous post, she is my much OLDER sister, double digit older to be exact. Ha! Just teasing with you sis! well, the older part IS true but LUFF U!<br />
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Anyhoodle, my flight left on Monday morning at 10:30am, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if I didn’t have to work the previous night at the bar until 2:30 am. At some point Sunday night/Monday early morning I sent a text to Dave, who was dropping me off at the airport in the morning, to pick me up one of those 5-Hour Energy drinks because I was pretty sure I was going to need it. <br />
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Monday morning comes and I drag my tired butt outta bed and pack the last of my things and Dave is waiting in my drive at 9:00 am with Energy Drink in hand. We’re not even out of my driveway and I’ve downed the shot to make sure I get my energy on. A little back story here, I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON IN ANY WAY.SHAPE.OR.FORM. Dave? Lately? Is. He also goes to bed before most toddlers even go to bed and I have always been a night owl. Example: It’s 1:45AM as I’m writing this. <br />
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Back to my point (I have one I promise). I figured Monday morning he’d be all “are you excited about your vacay?” or “I can’t wait to properly train those things you call your dogs” getting me all worked up because I’d be tired and cranky, but it was the complete opposite. I don’t know if it was the energy drink or not, but by the time we had gotten on the highway (which was about 5 minutes after we left my house) I was moving (and talking) at mach 10 and he looked like he had just come off an all night binge. He told me that he hadn’t slept at all the night before and he? was.not.happy. about that. Meanwhile, I’m like the speed racer of conversation. A lot of run-on sentences and conversations (giving him the entire play by play of the night before at the bar.) and by his complete silence and ignoring of me, I could tell I was a little more annoying than my usual self. <br />
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I’m finishing my detailed instructions on how to properly pamper my pooches while I’m gone as he turns into the airport entrance. As he enters the designated "departing flights" area I notice the car in front of us license plate reads: “1892” and because I’m conversing at the speed of light, I say out-loud “In 1892 Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and giggle/smirk at Dave because I’m all 'how smart am I right now on only 3ish hours of sleep?'<br />
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As I wait for him to applaud my smartness (more back story here: he’s Nerdy Mc. Reads-a-lot-of history stuff, and I’m more of a weekend Real Housewives marathon kinda girl). Anyway, he just looks at me and says “Tell me you know the correct year (that Columbus sailed the ocean blue).” - I HAVE to say the whole thing - I don't know why....<br />
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Crickets. I start to think. “It<i> was </i>1892 that Columbus sailed the ocean blue (see?) wasn’t it? There’s even that stupid Kellogg’s Frosted Wheat commercial – it WAS 1892 because that little wheat guy said it right? And really? Why would someone have a license plate that said 1892? I hate it when people have license plates that you can't figure out! (I may be a little ADHD) OMG. I really, really don’t know when Columbus sailed the damn ocean blue!!. I need to focus, I have a plane to catch and I have got to KNOW the answer.<br />
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Trying to concentrate, I sit there as he pulls up to the curb and gets out. I get my ID and boarding pass together and get out of the truck. At this point he is not only tired, but now annoyed, disgusted and just plain irritated with me. He basically heaves my suitcase onto the curb and gets back in his truck to take off. <br />
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I’m still thinking about Columbus as I grab my suit case and start to head into the airport, then I see all these people who are getting dropped off just like me. Some of them are hugging and kissing good-bye. All of a sudden I realize that I’m leaving and won’t see him for like 5 days. I turn and yell for him to stop. I race to the passenger side of his truck and say to him: “Wait! <br />
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When <i>DID</i> Columbus sail the ocean blue?" <br />
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He just looks at me with <i>this face</i> and says: “It was 1492 you fucking dumbass!” and drives off. <br />
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Phew! That would have been one.long.plane-ride.shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-20052262625940272922010-05-17T17:48:00.000-04:002010-05-17T17:48:30.191-04:00For the love of blogging...Why did I LOVE to blog when I had a job with literally no time at all to blog (unless I was avoiding the work I didn't really enjoy?) and now? now that I'm working less hours (sorta) than I was before (earning a.lot.less.money no less) I can't think of a blooming thing to write about? Also? In my free-ish time, I should consider taking a class on becoming a better writer? My English/Writing teachers would be so proud right now. Ehh? Wadda-ya going to do? <br />
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Ok - so this blog is going to be a mish-mosh of all kinds of stuff. You know, stuff that's on my mind lately and my IRL friends probably don't want to hear me talk about - but I think it's kind of important stuff. And? Maybe my migraine will go away if I get it all out of my head? Prolly not, but it's worth a shot, so here goes:<br />
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1. Just got back from a 5 day vacation to Naples, FL. Helped my sis celebrate her 50th birthday. (I'm her MUCH MUCH younger sister - seriously I am - it's double digit younger!!)<br />
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2. Am really thinking about moving to Florida this fall. It's much to hot there now and throughout the summer months. But come September-October? I'm seriously thinking of becoming "snow-bird" and flying south for winter. My sis says that there's a lot of money in Naples and I think I'm going to try to land a job bartending for the winter months. What do I have to lose? I'm not working a corporate job right now. (not going to say "real job" because going to the bar everyday to serve the drunks their liquour? IS real.) <br />
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Also? I just don't think I ever want to go back to a corporate job. At least not right now. Seriously, I got an email while on vacay about a temp/contract job doing what I used to do and while it appealed to me (the money) I actually got a stomach ache just thinking about going back to that life? Is that a sign? And if so, what kind of sign? Is it "I don't want to go back?" or "I could go back and have my old life back again?" I don't know, all I know is I got sick to my stomach and the only thing to calm me down? Was a Pina Colada... (Ok, I'm sure Vodka would have helped too, but when in Rome.....)<br />
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3. It's been WELL over a year since I was laid off from my job and this past weekend I saw my former VP and several people from work and even though I wanted to run - I actually did ok - (I was actually there volunteering my photography services for Relay for Life thing) but WHY does everyone still ask "how I'm doing" like I got a death sentence when I lost my job? Uggh!!! It's been over a year and a half people - I have moved on. Please do the same. <br />
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4. After a year and a half of NOT working at old job? Former VP knew my name. Find it strangely funny that he didn't know it when I worked there. Hmmmm....<br />
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5. This should have probably went with number 1 - while on vacation - I was at the beach and about waist deep in the ocean - just walking and doing some serious thinking about moving down there, etc. etc. and all of a sudden the color of the water changed beside me. I took a closer look and it was a school of about 15-20 stingrays!! It was the most amazing thing I have ever encountered - so cool that I just can't properly describe it. How cool to be that close to "wild animals" in their element. It was serene. We walked/swam down the coast for about 10-15 minutes (which seemed like a longer time) about 1-2 feet away from each other. If I hadn't been at the beach by myself that day, I probably would have tried to actually touch them and "swim with them." but I couldn't get Steve Erwin out of my mind so I kept my distance and just walked with them for as long as they allowed. <br />
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6. Did my second photo shoot on my own (and even got paid!) and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. So wish I could have the self esteem that I tell everyone else to have!! I'm my own worst critic and I think I need to let up on this old gal soon before she has a friggin melt down!! But I've been this way for way too long and just don't know how to stop or change. <br />
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Back to the photos - they were another set of Senior pics and they were done outside and I think that they turned out AWESOME if I do say so myself - yes, I said AWESOME... <br />
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I have a website -but it needs work - I need to call my nephew - he's so much better at this web stuff - I need him to help me with it.<br />
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Ok - well, that's all I have for now - plus? I've been at Panera now for almost 3 hours and this is all I've been able to crank out for a blog - so I need to go!<br />
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Shopgirl out!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-62972232347436899712010-03-20T01:34:00.003-04:002010-03-20T01:45:16.443-04:00Red Box Renters? or Rude Box Renters.... you tell me....<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHP_OWN%7E1.JIL%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHP_OWN%7E1.JIL%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHP_OWN%7E1.JIL%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So tonight - I was in what is frighteningly becoming my usual PISSED OFF and altogether not-happy mood. I decided, that my sad self would just stay in (even though it IS a Friday night) with a few movies. Because of said mood, I opted to avoid the generally crowded movie store and decided to think er, rent, out of the box. RED-BOX that is. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now, when these RED-BOXES started appearing in my area some time ago (or when I finally realized what the hell that big red box WAS outside of my grocery store) I thought that they were the coolest things. EVAH. I mean, these things were GENIOUS! Because now? I don't have advertise that I'm alone while I browse the movie selection at my local Blockbuster on a Friday or Saturday night (or any other night of the week, thank you very much.) And? At a buck a movie? I can rent several movies, and if they're lame? So what? It's only a buck.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That was then, this is now. And now? We can successfully put yet one more thing in the "Things that PISS OFF Shopgirl on a regular basis" column tonight. Why do you ask? At this point, MOST of my friends probably wouldn't EVEN ask the WHY part, seeing as so.many.things.seem to rattle my cage these days. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It all comes down to etiquette. Yes, I think that there needs to be some sort of RED-BOX ETIQUETTE created since we have become a nation (world even) of rude and obnoxious and basically 'I only care about me' people/renters. Seriously? One Nation Under God? More like: My Nation... now go fuck yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Anyhoodle.. after almost losing my mind tonight waiting for the incompetent CRACKHEADS that are, at this very moment, probably either <b>A:</b> creating a meth-lab in my very neighborhood that will likely explode and ultimately leave me and those within a 3 block radius homeless, or <b>B:</b> creating their legacy that will ultimately bring the world to an end. I came up with these quick and simple rules for renting out of RED-BOX: <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">1. If you don't even know how to turn on your computer at home, use an ATM machine or even know how to swipe your credit card at the grocery store without some sort of assistance? RED-BOX is.not.for.you. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">2. Please have some sort of an idea of the movie you want to rent BEFORE you get to the box. I beg of you, if you want to read about each.and.every movie - Go online to <a href="http://www.redbox.com/Titles/AvailableTitles.aspx"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.redbox.com/Titles/AvailableTitles.aspx</span></a> where you can search, read and review all the movie titles in the comfort of your home without holding <s>Shopgirl</s> anyone up in line. RESERVATIONS can even be made on-line so that you can - like the RED-BOX website states: FIND YOUR MOVIE, SWIPE YOUR CARD, GRAB IT and GO. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><b>Go for.the.love.of GOD! just GO!</b> Now, if there is no line - then, by all means, take all the time in <i>your little world</i>. I don't care - because I'm not there.... WAITING.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">3. If you choose to ignore step two? Don't be upset or give me the one-eye, when I start to sigh, jingle my car keys, cough, tap dance, jump up and down, make strange faces, twitch, have a full-on anxiety attack (I think you get the picture) after we've reached the 15 minute mark. You're just selecting a movie, not your soul mate - you can return this movie if it sucks and it will only cost you a buck. Move along please. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Sarcasm AND poetry - yes, I have many talents)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">4. Observe that there may be a person or 20 waiting to use the box. Please, even though YOU may have nothing else to do, <s>Shopgirl</s> we might. Review steps 1-3 again. Your transaction, much like one at an ATM, shouldn't take more than 5-10 minutes. (Don't even get me started on those idiots that choose to balance their checkbooks at the ATM.)</span><br />
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Next off to Panera, where the Wi-fi is free -but yet, I simply CANNOT go in there with my SB cup - right? Well, I<i> could, </i>but really? Do I want to be that girl? No.I.Do.Not. So, now I'm hopped up on a few quick sips of my Frappachino and I must now buy a <i>Shortbread </i>cookie -because, well have you HAD a Panera Shortbread cookie? You must - one word - YUM! (and the cheapest thing on the menu.) So now my "free" wi-fi experience has cost me a Frappachino AND a cookie (well, and if I'm being honest here) a cup (not a bowl) of soup.<br />
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<b>2nd. thing I learned today:</b> DON'T try to find your "writing inspiration place" somewhere where they sell food - you fattie!!! YOU. WILL. WANT. TO. EAT.... AND EAT..... AND EAT SOME MORE. (Even though you had lunch with mom and dad four hours ago (well, four hours IS a long time -BUT, the cookie/frappa debacle should have sufficed until you got home.<br />
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<b>3rd thing I learned today:</b> I HAVE ADHD. I cannot concentrate on my own thing without listening to every.other.thing.going.on.around.me. GAWD - those people that hear "voices" - I feel for you.<br />
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<b>4th thing I learned today</b>: Bring headphones next time. Everyone else with a laptop here? also wearing earphones - I OBVIOUSLY didn't get the memo and am so.behind. the.times. when it comes to Wi-fiing out in the open public.<br />
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<b>5th thing I learned today:</b> Be a little less OBVIOUS when eavesdropping on public in very.public.place.<br />
I <i>soooooo</i> got busted listening to and staring at random girl telling boyfriend she couldn't believe she got a DUI last week.(just to be clear, I was listening to stupid girl and staring at her HAWT boyfriend - not good anyway you look at it, I know, but I just wanted to clarify.)<br />
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<b>6th thing I learned today: </b> People will talk about ANYTHING in public place. Seriously? Reality TV so does not compare to what you can overhear in a Panera.... I am now considering canceling my cable service (since I'm still unemployed) and hanging out here for my entertainment.<br />
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<b>7th and last thing I learned (well at least while at Panera) today:</b> I really, really need to get my camera back out - there are some pretty cool pictures here and they are of BAGELS. Seriously? Panera Bread PAID for this "artwork." The unemployed Shopgirl with her <strike>$500</strike> very nice DSLR camera at home? Could take better pictures.<br />
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Ok - I'm outta here - it's finally warm(er) in Ohio and I'm going to take poochers for walk!<br />
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Ciao Babies!!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-53127970322889859262010-02-12T00:12:00.000-05:002010-02-12T00:12:39.208-05:00Hey Jealousy....<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbill%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype name="PlaceName" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype name="PlaceType" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Why are we jealous? Is it an in bread character trait or do we develop and hone this “quality?” I always thought it was just me and my own personal failure to keep my feelings under control. I have always been envious (read jealous) of those individuals that never seem to let their insecurities get the best of them and ultimately get jealous over someone else. It doesn’t matter what it is, I am and always have been jealous of everyone.else.around.me. The proverbial grass is always greener on the other side of my life. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lately, my jealousy is getting worse. Combined with the depression that I seem to be drowning in, I don’t even think a full on cruise ship, much less a life boat, could pull me out of my utter jealous depressed funk. Hi. My name is Shopgirl, and I am a jealous-aholic. Currently, I am jealous of the bartender that I work with. She is younger than me – by like 16+ years. (How is she even OLD enough to serve drinks? Oh yeah, that’s right, because I’m a god-damn fossil, that’s how.) I’m jealous that she’s skinny - and yes, she IS skinny even though <strike>Dave</strike> you say she’s not. She is <i>skinnier</i> than me and that’s what makes me insane. Hell, YOU are skinnier than me! Do you know how INSANE that makes me? Yes, I believe you do. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Even as I write this, I look over it and can see how dumb (for lack of a better word) that I’m being. So what, that this girl is skinnier than me? I <i>could</i> do something about it. Like for instance, I could put the pasta fork down and step away from the garlic bread. But we <i>all know that I won’t do that. </i> But, what is the worst part of all of this is that I’m jealous of her because of something so superficial. She is biggest dumb-ass that I have ever met. She can’t add or subtract (shut up, I can count change back – most of the time.) She dropped out of some sort of <st1:place><st1:placename>makeup/facial</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>College</st1:placetype></st1:place>. Really? You can’t even complete a cosmetic course? (I’m not saying beauty school is not hard – read on –you’ll see that I’m not the brightest when it comes to school) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So, when I’m feeling down, why can’t I pump myself up? I have two college degrees, granted, I <i>could </i>be a doctor based on how long it took me to get those two degrees, but none the less, I have them. I have owned my own house for over 10 years, and even right now, being unemployed I’m able to pay all of my bills. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yet, when I’m feeling down or that jealous feeling spreads throughout my body, all I can concentrate on is that she’s younger and skinnier than me. It doesn’t help when my <i>friend</i> calls me right before I go in for my shift to tell me how much money she’s made in tips, or how everyone is so anxious to help her. When I’m there? Yeah, I’m pretty much left to my own devices. No help for the old fat broad, but the young, ditzy skinny bitch? Gets.all.the.attention. Bitter? YES I AM. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Again, I could look at it from a different angle, like, I’m left alone because I know what the FUCK I’m doing and I can count money and my drawer is never (well up until lately) off. (yes, I had a bad day with the cash drawer – off by $20 – it was a busy day and I’m sure I just counted change back incorrectly, but here we go – I have ONE MORE thing to beat myself up for.) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But, do I look at all the <i>good </i>that is going on in my life? No. I, Shopgirl, could never think like that. Instead, I choose to wallow in my own depression/jealous/bitter filled cesspool of emotion. Why? Why do I do that? And, more importantly, if I was being told this story by any of my girlfriends I would LITERALLY kick their asses (or the stupid bitch of a bartender that’s making her so sad) and tell her that she not only rocks but she’s the best thing in the world and that skanky bitch has nothing on her. (and for a small price, could be made to disappear. – I’m just saying.) But, I can’t do it for myself. WHY?? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For those of you that still come to see what Shopgirl is up to, leave your thoughts on jealousy and share with me if you’ve ever been in this kind of situation. What have you done? I’m not fishing for compliments here (although – YOU could quit pushing my buttons every.chance.you.get.) just leave your thoughts….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to buy a “boob” shirt. If I can’t beat (maime) her, then I’m going to pullout the “girls” and work what my momma gave me….. I need the tip money!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Don't they just look sooooooooooo happy to have their "elf ears" on? What-ev, they got an entire bag of Chips Ahoy for this picture - they are Spoiled Elves!!<br />
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See David? I TOLD YOU I NEEDED A LAPTOP!!! :~)<br />
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So not much is new in my life other than I'm working a lot at the bar and photography studio. I've decided that while I still enjoy photography and I'm learning a lot, I'm even more assured that I made the right choice to NOT HAVE CHILDREN. Great photographers (like the one that I'm becoming) get those great looking shots of kids smiling and having so much fun that it makes most everyone want to have children. Those photographers? Don't have said children.<br />
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After 6-8 house of photographing SCREAMING, NON-COOPERATIVE, SICK AND JUST DOWN-RIGHT ROTTEN CHILDREN? (and don't forget the creepy husband/dads that are hitting on me and my co-workers while their wives are doing all the work with THEIR offspring - ugggh) I am so.convinced. that I made the right decision to never-evah-have children. (and I'm REALLY beginning to hate married men too) Oy - are kids a lot of work! And all I can think about when I'm driving home is that I'm so thankful that it's still legal to keep dogs locked in a kennel or outside while mommy relaxes with a <strike>fifth of vodka</strike> after work cocktail.<del><br />
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Working at the bar has been quite entertaining as well. So far, in the month that I've been there I've met all.sorts.of.folks.<br />
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Today? I was hit on by a guy who just got his Jeep working - and he was just soooooo happy about that. It hasn't run/ran in 3-4 whole months. I know, right? 3-4 months and it wasn't running and? he was a mechanic too - OBVIOUSLY not a good one or so I thought. The Jeep you see sat idle for 1 month, but he was on HOUSE ARREST for 3 months - so you see? It all worked out - he didn't really NEED the jeep all this time.<br />
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Yeah, I know what you're thinking - "Oh Shopgirl, look how you have turned your life around. Why, just one year ago, you were working for the largest retail corporation in the world and now? You're serving beer and shots to Mr. House Arrest." I know, I too, have to pinch myself each morning just to make sure it's real.<br />
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Other things going on in my life right now, we are in the middle of a Blizzard/Windstorm here in Shopgirls hometown. It's a balmy 46 degrees here with 33 MPH Winds. And in true Shopgirl - I - can't -wait -to-see-what-happens-to-me-next fashion, I'm sure that I will wake up tomorrow with absolutely no more siding on my house. I'm also lying in bed with a sweatshirt hoodie on with the hood up because my OLD house is SO OLD that the wind is blowing through. I feel a little like Dorothy and and scared that I'm going to wake up in Oz tomorrow. Which actually? Wouldn't be so bad since I'd loves me some red sparkly shoes right about now.<br />
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One more thing to ramble on about before I check out of here and hit the sack - Just watched "Four Christmases" tonight with the dreamy and hilarious Vince Vaughn and Cutie Pe-tutie Reese Witherspoon and let me sum it up for you: Laughed so hard I nearly peed - funniest movie hands down. This is a must see -if you haven't been a lame girl like me and saw it when it originally came out.<br />
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Well, I have to go get my mittens and scarf and about 4 more blankets and head to bed in my igloo of a home. I just hope it doesn't get blown away tonight.<br />
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Nitey Night....shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-61382573362775206702009-12-04T23:31:00.001-05:002009-12-04T23:33:01.721-05:00I had to post something... so here's a little Sassy for you...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-69185508035477244402009-11-03T10:10:00.000-05:002009-11-03T10:10:53.210-05:00Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!!Yee haw! I got the job, or I won the audition. Ok, now you KNOW the economy is bad when I'm excited about a PT job slinging brewskies and spirits at a local watering hole. But, right now? I'll take what I can get LITERALLY. I mean, the job market is horrible here and there was an article in our local paper that yet another company will probably be laying off 300 people in the next month if they don't extend some contract or get another client or something. Either way? That's 300 MORE people that I have to compete against for any job out there. Also? The more people there are out of work? The more power the employers get - and can hire for much, much less than they would have a year ago. And while I'd work for less, I don't see my mortgage payment going down or my gas/electric/water bills shrinking either.<br />
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But, today I'm not going to dwell on the negative. I got a job! So yea for me and yea for my pocket book!! <br />
And? This is what, my 3rd post in less than 2 weeks? WAY TO GO SHOPGIRL!! :~)<br />
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But, it's going to be short one again - because I have to get ready for work - I actually start today!!<br />
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C-ya later and.....<br />
don't forget to tip your bartenders!!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-61105943134055990932009-11-02T12:33:00.000-05:002009-11-02T12:33:56.003-05:00Exercise Two: Try to write SOMETHING... anything...Something.....<br />
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OK, I did it - now can I go back to bed? I'm kidding (sort of) - I'm out of bed, and will stay out of bed until it's reasonably acceptable to go back to bed. My PJ's? Yes, I'm still in them (I know it's12:30pm) but I don't care. Actually, I'm getting out of these pretty soon too - I have an "audition" today at 2pm - so I need to go make myself all purdy-like.<br />
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My "audition?" is not for anything remotely exciting (for anyone who's reading this) it's more of a "working interview" at a bar in my neighborhood that has an opening for a bar-<strike>bitch</strike> tender. So, I have to get myself moving so I can do down and serve the locals their brewskies and 7 & 7's for a couple of hours. I better get paid for this audition (at least the tip money..) <br />
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My friend was at the bar last night while another contender was there, and apparently she had no skillz - which of course made me very happy. He also sounded a little drunk (you did) but I'll take whatever positive feedback I can get these days. <br />
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Well, as Bugs Bunny used to say... "That's all Folks!" - I'm going to say that too - since I need to get ready for this audition/interview. Wish me luck - and hopefully everyone will just order beer or really easy drinks like Rum and Coke. shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-71413128575496116852009-10-28T19:24:00.000-04:002009-10-28T19:24:46.131-04:00So much to say.... so why can't I blog all about it??Have you ever been in a place in your life where you've just lost interest in everything that you once loved to do? Or, in my case - have you ever gotten so excited about something, hobby, past-time, or even person and have gone full-force, full throttle with all the passion in your being, only to find yourself later not even <i>remotely </i>interested in said activity? <br />
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Well, I've felt that way my whole life. I'm very much an "in the moment" kinda girl. I like NEW things - to try NEW stuff. I get super excited about something (photography, scrap-booking, traveling, writing or blogging) and then BLAH... I hit a wall and I lose all interest.. My $500 camera (and all the "extras" that I had to have that would make me a better photographer) and my THOUSANDS of dollars worth of scrap-booking <strike>shit</strike> products, and now, by blog sit idle wondering where I've gone and if I'll ever come back. <br />
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The sad thing is.. is that I want to, but yet here I sit and try to write a blog and while it is somewhat theraputic about putting my feelings down on paper (or into the blogoshpere) it is so. incredibly. hard. to keep typing.<br />
I have soooo much I want to write about yet my mind feels like a pinball machine and my focus is as chaotic as that ball bouncing from side to side and back and forth until eventually it goes down the drain. <br />
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So today's post (while incredibly short) was an exercise to get me back in the game. According to the "experts" out there, it's all about baby steps and goal setting. So, today's goal was to write something, anything... and I did that. It's not my best work and it's not as long as my previous (and more enjoyable) posts have been, but I did it. And I didn't even need a brand new shiny lap-top to do it. <br />
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You see, I think and I keep telling my friend Dave (and myself) that if 'I only had a LAP TOP' then, THEN I'd be able to write again - you know, because now that I'm unemployed and have ALL THIS TIME on my hands - I could go to cool places like Starbucks, Panera Bread, Borders - where the Wi-fi is FREE - because I'm on a BUDGET and I could become the "serious" writer that I want to be (and once was.) Because? No.One. writes at home! NO! It's all about the mobility... right? Yeah, that's it....<br />
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THAT and going out and buying something NEW. Hmmmm.... seems to be a pattern here....shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-58849036117045966052009-10-19T22:42:00.000-04:002009-10-19T22:42:40.276-04:00Manic MondayPatsy Cline sang it (and Willie Nelson wrote it) best: <br />
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<i>Crazy<br />
Crazy for feeling so lonely<br />
Im crazy<br />
Crazy for feeling so blue<br />
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I knew<br />
Youd love me as long as you wanted<br />
And then someday<br />
Youd leave me for somebody new<br />
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Worry<br />
Why do I let myself worry<br />
Wondrin<br />
What in the world did I do<br />
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Crazy<br />
For thinking that my love could hold you<br />
Im crazy for tryin<br />
Crazy for cryin<br />
And Im crazy<br />
For lovin you</i><br />
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<u><b>Keeping it legal y'all: </b></u><br />
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Written by willie nelson<br />
(as performed by willie nelson)<br />
Also performed by patsy cline and ray priceshopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-69347878069565928502009-09-17T14:56:00.000-04:002009-09-17T14:56:19.454-04:00Update... and I'm out of my PJ's....My TO DO List:<br />
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<strike>1. Clean Room - almost done.</strike><br />
<strike>2. Clean Bathroom - worst job in the house.....</strike><br />
3. Organize/Clean my home office - aka - catch all - I don't know where to put it so it will just go into my "office" room. So. not. looking.forward. to. this. item.<br />
4. Clean livinging room.<br />
<strike>5. Laundry - DONE! (believe it or not, I LIKE to do laundry... I know, I'm weird.) - found more - but it's DONE now too!</strike><br />
6. Kitchen - done last night - also like to clean the kitchen - don't like to cook -but like to clean...<br />
7. Pick up dog doodies in the yard - ok - this is the WORST JOB IN THE HOUSE. - going to have a beer first (if there's any left... if not? VODKA it is...<br />
8. Throw up from performing task number 7 - if Vodka is involved? Tossing my cookies is a certainty....<br />
9. Mow the lawn.<br />
<strike>10. Drink Vodka... lots of Vodka. (I could mix item number 10 in between several of the earlier tasks.) </strike>Check, Check and Check!!<br />
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I just love crossing things off the "to do" list!!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-90785622372964513842009-09-17T13:55:00.000-04:002009-09-17T13:55:02.588-04:00So much to do... so much to do... why am I so lazy?So, I've been off work for about 8 months (or so) now and as I look back at those months? It seems like I've accomplished nothing. NOTHING!! It's sad - all the time in the world and nothing has gotten done - lots of things/projects were started, but nothing has been completed. My TO DO list is long yet my tenacity is short (lived). Why is it that sleeping until God-knows-when feels so much better than getting up and accomplishing anything? Why do I love my jammies so much (and it's not like I have cute PJ's or even LOOK cute in them)? Why am I addicted to <strike>crack</strike> Facebook? I swear, it's my only (somewhat) real connection to the outside world right now. I hated my office job so much and WISHED to be able to be home all day - now? I've gotten what I've wished for and I love/hate it. I love being home but I hate not being able to talk <strike>with, er, about</strike> to anyone. <br />
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So, as I sit here today, in front of my computer (still in my PJ's) and try to compose anything that resembles a blog, my house continues to remain a pig (well, in my case dog) sty. Ok, so when it was just me and Miss Daisy Dog, I thought I had the dog hair under control. It wasn't that bad and when I was working? Saturday mornings were my "cleaning" days and I could zip rather quickly through my house and remove the dog hair with little to no effort. Now? Two dogs? And Sassy's hair is BLACK - and the dog hair has not doubled but QUADROUPLED. Uggggh and the dust? For the love of DOG BONES the dust is outrageous!! No wonder I'm sneezing like a maniac. <br />
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Would it be all that in humane to shave Sassy - hmmmm.. a hairless dog... sounds lovely.. Fugly, but lovely. <br />
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OK - back to reality, that dog hair isn't going to pick itself up out of the pile on the floor (which I swept it into) and put itself into the trash. It will, I'd guess, double or even triple in size by the time I get back to it though. So, off I go.. to finish cleaning my bedroom - then, maybe if I'm not too tired I'll attempt the rest of the house.....<br />
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My TO DO List:<br />
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1. Clean Room - almost done.<br />
2. Clean Bathroom - worst job in the house.....<br />
3. Organize/Clean my home office - aka - catch all - I don't know where to put it so it will just go into my "office" room. So. not. looking.forward. to. this. item.<br />
4. Clean livinging room.<br />
5. Laundry - DONE! (believe it or not, I LIKE to do laundry... I know, I'm weird.)<br />
6. Kitchen - done last night - also like to clean the kitchen - don't like to cook -but like to clean...<br />
7. Pick up dog doodies in the yard - ok - this is the WORST JOB IN THE HOUSE.<br />
8. Throw up from performing task number 7<br />
9. Mow the lawn.<br />
10. Drink Vodka... lots of Vodka. (I could mix item number 10 in between several of the earlier tasks.)<br />
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So, I'm off internet peeps - no more Facebooking, time to get cracking... My goal is to be out of my PJ's by 3pm......shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-6276055976680368782009-08-27T13:43:00.004-04:002009-08-27T16:08:56.103-04:00Concentration - easier said than done..So, I've gotten myself a little writing assignment that could actually get published! One would think I'd be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooo</span> excited (and I am) and that I would have started writing immediately and I'd be proofing at this very moment because I wrote 1000+ words instead of the 400-800 guideline. Well, you'd be wrong, unless of course you know me and that I procrastinate in every.aspect.of.my.life. Seriously, I'm not worried about dying because knowing me? I'll be late or have something planned for that fateful day and will have to postpone.<br /><br />Of course, I should be writing my article instead of writing on my blog - but I can't seem to come up with anything for said article and well, it's been entirely too long since I've posted anything here. I figured I'd come over here, clear a few cob webs and dust bunnies and see if will help me get my "creative juices" flowing for this article that they want back by the end of this week (which is TOMORROW.) Yeah, no pressure.<br /><br />Actually, I work better under pressure. I once wrote a paper in one night for a class in college that we were supposed to be working on the entire semester. Well, I have a hard time sticking with ANYTHING for more than about a nanosecond, so writing every day (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hmmm</span>... maybe I'd be a better blogger) just didn't work for me. So, the night before said paper was due - I wrote my little arse off. Actually, I went shopping for my upcoming trip to the Bahamas and then packed and then called some friends and then, then I wrote my paper. Shut up! I finished it and even got an "A" on it! So, I'm sure I can complete this article.. later... ha!<br /><br />I am actually TRYING to complete it now -because even though they want it tomorrow and I'd probably have some time during the morning to finish it - I have a feeling that tomorrow - being Friday and all will end up being non-productive as most Fridays usually are (even for the unemployed.)<br /><br />But, today of all days, my city decided that it would be a good time to rip up the road in front of my house and re-asphalt it. (no they're not completely re-paving it - THAT would make too much sense.) They are just ripping up a small portion (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">conveniently</span> in front of my house) and throwing down some asphalt. Great - because the patch job complete with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">crater</span> like dip and all they did back in January was such a work of art - that I'm sure the work they're doing today with be a huge improvement. Seriously, who doesn't like it when they're house shakes every time a car/truck or squirrel drives over this portion of the road. <br /><br />So here I am, stuck inside my house on my desktop computer, trying to concentrate and write this article and 5+ large trucks and 10+ men (not even cute) are outside making all kinds of noise. Perfect conditions for writing don't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cha</span> think? Did I mention that my house trembles Every.Time.They. Move. The. Back Hoe? No? Well, it does!! Not only am I not able to concentrate and write my article (yet able to blog about my lack of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">concentration</span>) I now know what it's like to be a California resident during an earthquake measuring 4.9-5.2 on the Richter scale. I'm also not worried in the slightest, that my nearly 100 year old house's foundation, may crumble beneath me today. (hopefully the cadaver dogs will track not only mine but my dogs scent.)<br /><br />Well, after sitting here in front of my computer for more than 3 hours <span style="font-style: italic;">not writing my article </span>I'm going to attempt to get back at it. Actually I haven't been here the entire time. I told you I'm a procrastinator right?<br /><br />Here's a re-cap of the past 3+ hours:<br />1. Made lunch - have all the workings of a <span style="font-style: italic;">Subway </span>restaurant - made myself a "tasty" Turkey/salami/Am. Cheese with lettuce, mayo, mustard, salt/pepper, pickles mini sub <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sammy</span>. And chips on the side.<br />2. Let the dogs out for the fiftieth time.<br />3. Let said dogs back in.<br />4. Showered and got out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jammies</span>.<br />5. Did load of laundry - which I just remembered I have to run back down and put in dryer.<br />6. Went outside to "inspect" all this noise.<br />7. Talked with neighbors who's TV is obviously on the fritz as they are sitting outside just watching all the road work. Mine truly is, "the most entertaining city" in which to live.... E! will probably be here shortly.<br />8. Back on computer - but checked out <del>crack</del><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Facebook</span> - my friend is craving chocolate.<br />9. Now? So am I.<br />10. Can't think about anything but chocolate.<br />11. Back downstairs (away from computer and even further from completing article) to get "chocolate."<br />12. Back upstairs - only chocolate in house - Reese's Klondike bar. What would I do for a Klondike bar? Apparently, not write my assigned article.<br />13. Share last bites of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">delici</span>-o-so Klondike bar with dogs.<br />14. Actually take time to look up how to spell new word: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">delici</span>-o-so<br />15. Klondike bars? Messy - must wash hands.<br />16. Back at computer - ready to finish up this blog and hopefully my article.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hmmm</span>... and it seems like I do NOTHING all day...<br /><br /><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><br /></h3>shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-4482914259309419572009-07-21T00:01:00.006-04:002009-07-22T16:52:27.377-04:00911 what's your emergency? Can you hold?<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> - so I didn't want to ruin my 2 week run post with this bit of news, but I have to get it out.<br /><br />So, right as I'm heading out for my run tonight (which now, I've just become to lazy to get in my car and drive to the park - so I'm actually running in my neighborhood, at night so NOBODY sees how bad I look while running.) Well, as I'm on my way out the door, I'm talking to Dave who is reading today's news online and he tells me about this "gang thing" that happened TOO close to my hood.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, so I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sooooooooo</span> not up-to-date on anything newsworthy (except <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MJ</span> - and all the "behind the music" and True Hollywood Stories of the man) to actually know what Dave's talking about. He gives me the quick low down (and scolds me for not actually knowing about it because apparently it made the BIG news - like National news) and get this, back on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> of July - I guess a "gang" of like 40 -50 kids started a fight the night of the fireworks near my neighborhood. This "gang" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">severely</span> beat a guy and his brother that put him in the hospital with like $17,000 worth of medical bills. NICE. And I'm running in this neighborhood.<br /><br />Now, I realize that this was an isolated incident (at least I'm HOPING that's all) and that there are bad things that happen all over the place. But this is REALLY too close to home. And of course, our LOVELY police department? Yeah, Keystone Cops at best. They have arrested NO ONE. Again, NICE City I thought I lived in.<br /><br />Oh, and when the victims brother called 911 for help? Get this: He. Was. Put. On. HOLD. Yup - a 911 call about 40 GANG BANGERS beating two people to near death? HOLD PLEASE. Your call will be answered in the order it was received.<br /><br />Fabulous.<br /><br />According to the newspaper, the FBI has been called in. We'll see what transpires. You know who we need? Horatio <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Caine</span>. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ooo</span> la la, the boys from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">CSI</span> Miami. They'd have this cleared up and all the gang bangers in custody in like, 45 minutes (or may, 90 minutes - you know, if they like had to involve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">CSI</span> NY). Either way, I think they'd have a better chance of catching the 'bangers' than our <del>loser</del>local PD.<br /><br />Now that I think about it... I'm going to keep running. Especially since I can't move right now (thanks economy). I'm going to need to be quick on my feet.shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043810431072947429.post-35782292260262654842009-07-20T22:34:00.003-04:002009-07-21T00:06:19.586-04:00Week Two....I did it! Week One of running is down and I'm on to week 2.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> - so I clarified it for Dave that I'm not actually RUNNING THE ENTIRE 20 MINUTES, but I am running. (90 seconds of running/120 seconds of fast walking - alternating for 20 minutes) Again - if you want to see the program - it's called The Couch to 5K.<br /><br />There are 9 (yes 9) weeks to this program and I'm down 1 - got 8 more to go (for those of you that are too pretty -like me - to do math.) And by "those of you" I mean Dave and if anyone else is still here reading.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anyhoodle</span>... I honestly thought I was going to die tonight - a friend of mine is a couple weeks ahead of me and tells me that it does in fact get easier... but I'm not sure I'm buying it. Especially since week 3? Yeah, I'm supposed to run for 3 whole minutes at a time! Oh. My. God! I don't know if this running thing is for me or not. I'm going to give it another week and then, we'll see about week three.<br /><br />Oh and another thing... you know how "they" say that exercising releases all these endorphins and such and you're supposed to feel great after the exercising is done? Yeah, NO. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">soooo</span>. not. happening. that way. for me. The ONLY thing I'm loving after all the running is over? Is the fact that it's O V E R. Yeah, maybe I feel a little sense of accomplishment when I get home. Of course, this all comes AFTER the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hyperventilating</span> and catching of my breath. And of course when I return to a LESS BRIGHT shade of RED. Oh, and the sweating? Dear God and Baby Jesus it's not even hot here and I SWEAR I've lost about 30 pounds in sweat! How do people do this day after day and during the summer??<br /><br />Well, that's all for now. I'm going to crawl to my bed where I'm sure I'll crash and burn once my head hits the pillow.<br /><br />See ya in a couple of days!shopgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775603436760764722noreply@blogger.com0