Moose shit

So it's not exactly a secret that I'm a Yankee fan.

Okay, more like a Yankee-obsessed, live and die by this team, BLEED PINSTRIPES, hardcore maniac.

But anyway... please bear with me while I vent about something. Mike Mussina is a worthless jackass. I have never been a fan of his, even when he was an "amazing" pitcher. Basically, I feel that despite his so called great numbers, he has never come through when the Yanks really need him to. And his latest string of bad outings just proves to me that he is a washed-up, no talent, whiny dickhead. He is scheduled to start the game I'm going to on Saturday, and if he actually does get the chance to start, and sucks as bad as he did tonight, I am going to run on the field, rip his testicles off, and shove them down his throat.

On that note, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed.

Thank you for your time.

Ryan and I are naming our first child McLovin...

This weekend has been pleasantly uninteresting. I had a few drinks on Friday to wind down from a long and rather stressful week, something I haven't done in a while. Then yesterday Ryan and I went to see Superbad at the Madison. I was in the mood for some mindless juvenile laughs and Superbad more than sufficed. I enjoyed winding down with some drinks so much on Friday that I decided to do it again last night. However, I ended up getting a little (lot) more tipsy (plastered) than planned, which was rather enjoyable as well :)

This morning I thankfully woke up without a hangover, however my neck and back are killing me. Not sure why that is, other than the fact that I'm always tense and have bad genes (thanks mom).

Anyway, back to work tomorrow, which is a rather depressing thought. Why do weekends always go by so fast? It's a fact of life I suppose. At least I have something to look forward to: Ryan and I are going to Long Island next weekend to visit my sister, see her new house, and best of all, go to a YANKEE GAME :) I'm so excited, I haven't seen my boys in person in way too long! And Ryan has never been to the city before, so we're going to plan some fun adventures.

That's all for now. Life has been rather boring lately so not much to report. Maybe I should be grateful for that.

M&Ms make the world a happier place

I am feeling muchmuchmuchmuch better today. I woke up not feeling completely drained for once (yay!) and actually got a ton of stuff done at work today, so I don't feel quite so overwhelmed anymore (double yay!).

On an unrelated note, the top button of my shirt wouldn't stay buttoned today, and eventually I gave up trying to keep it closed, so I probably ended up flashing half of Albany. Eh well.

Tomorrow is Friday, and I'm ecstatic.

Ohhh the blahness

This week makes my head hurt. I'm too tired to even think about it. I don't want to be this exhausted/cranky/stressed all the time anymore. Please?

The perfect night:

Working on my 1000 piece puzzle on the floor while singing along to my ipod at the top of my lungs. Add some burning incense and Ryan and it was pretty much the bestest Sunday night everrr.

Goodnight :)

Flippity flop

I spend a considerable amount of time looking for my flip flops.



And they're usually in the same place every time.

Money vs. Sanity

I am considering going back to work part-time at Borders. I don't actually have the energy/desire/time for another job, but I'm just so tired of being broke all the time.

Thoughts?

I am in need of a large alcoholic drink and some time off from work

The first is somewhat possible, at least later this week when I have money. The latter, not so much. I am still on my probationary period at work which means no time off til October. Assholes.

I am also in need of sleep, but my body seems to think otherwise. Every night I fall into bed, completely exhausted, and lay awake for hours and hours cursing the insomnia gods. It's really starting to affect my functioning too. I have been walking into walls even more than usual lately. Stupid walls.

So to add to my pathetic-ness (is that a word?), last night I ate a spoonful of jelly for dinner. No joke. Jelly. Now I love jelly and all, but this whole no food/no money thing is getting old. Luckily I was able to steal some pizza from work today so Ryan and I can actually eat a real(ish) dinner tonight.

Moral of the story: Being poor sucks. Insomnia sucks. Six months with no time off from work sucks. Walls suck.

I'm going to curl up in a ball.

Catch some rain

Recently I have posted a poem or two at catchingrain.com.

Check it out, it's a pretty cool site for creative writing. I'm not telling what my pen name is, but if you guess I'll tell you if you're right :P

Summertime blues

I want to go somewhere.
I want to do something.
I am so sick of being poor.
I am so sick of sitting around doing nothing.

I want to go camping in the woods with nothing but a sleeping bag and Ryan.
I want to stay in a fancy hotel and order obscene amounts of room service and champagne.
I want to take Ryan on his first trip to NYC and see a Broadway show and a Yankee game.
I want to lay on a beach with a brightly colored girly drink.
I want to go to Saratoga and spend the whole day shopping.
I want to dance in the rain, somewhere other than Albany.
I want to go to Long Island and get insanely drunk with my friends.


I am RESTLESS and BORED and desperately in need of some MINDLESS RIDICULOUS CAREFREE FUN.

Ingenious

I've come up with a plan to both lose weight and save money: I'm going to stop eating. Completely.

Good plan eh?

It's been...20 minutes...and so far, so good.

Check back later.

:P

I'm tired.

And not in the 'I went to bed late and got up early' way. It's the kind of exhaustion that sets deep in your bones and makes every day a continual effort.

Weariness consumes me, and my frustration with my job is not helping. There is no particular reason for this frustration, other than the usual demand of a full caseload and the inconsistency of clients. I think I'm just starting to feel the effects of having 12 people relying on me to solve their problems, expecting me to fix every crisis, needing me to be their constant savior, punching bag, hand-holder, slave, etc.

I need a vacation, but that won't be happening any time soon.

I think my biggest fear is that the monster that chased me for so long, and finally caught me last year, is coming for me again. It took every ounce of strength I had to get rid of it the first time, and I don't know if I have any strength left to go through it again.

Sigh.

So bring on the insomnia and the chronic tension headaches. Bring on the never-ending line of needy clients and the countless mind-numbing meetings/trainings. I'll continue to get up every day and endure it all, because what choice do I have? And maybe one day soon I'll wake up feeling refreshed and energized, looking forward to the day ahead. Stranger things have happened.

Be the change you wish to see in the world...

What is Love?

Children can answer better than most adults when it comes to love.
The question was "What is love" ?

The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 7

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"

suicidal mickey

...disturbing


(especially for a former disney store employee)