I wish I could transform

Ok Unfinished business sucks at the best of times. But what about unfinished business that you didn't even know about! Booooo-rrrrns right!

So sitting at work on a Tea Break (clearly not a coffee fan) with Gilly Billy and she tells me all about how a "friend" at work is crushed because I won't go to see his art show.

Ok now let me break this down for you...

1)Ex boyfriend will be there with his "best friend" who I can't stand and her hubby who again I can't stand. This would be the first time I'd see him since our break up 6 months ago.

2)This "Friend", lets call him Ninja, will not talk to me about the things that involve...well just me and him (which I didn't think there was anything any way but...well...looks like I've been proven otherwise)he will only talk to Gilly Billy. WTF!

3)Ninja said and I quote "it's really hard to choose between friends". I hate breaks like this with mutual friends. Hate it. How do you respond to that? How can you make him realize that because he's already asked that question and has put it out there to one of my uber close friends....that you've just CHOSEN. You already feel like I'm making you have to choose, you already feel it's unfair that I'm "MAKING" you choose sides, and you as well as me DO NOT WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS. (PS I've never asked him to choose sides)

so....just out of spite and cause I can 'cause it's my blog I'm going to add #4....

4)Big A DID not show up at a really big deal shingdig but I did (Ninjas shop opening), I offered help Ninja when Big A was asked to help and he couldn't pull through, I invite ninja out and Big A just gets invited out. So as you can see Ninja has chosen and has chosen Big A the monkey face jack tard that can't and doesn't know how to be a good friend.

There I'm done! Uggghhh High School ended over 10 years ago......TEN!!!

P.S. I want transformer shoes. That would be soooo cool!

sniff sniff.....eeeek!

Today on my way in to work I was sitting on the train in my usual car in around my usual seat when I glanced around the car and realized that their are a lot of people on here that I haven't seen before. A lot of familiar faces but I think there are a lot more people taking the train these days.
We arrived at the last stop before Waterfront, and a lady gets on to the same car as me and sits in one of the few empty seats near me. Its 3 seats all in a row and I'm on one end a pregnant lady is in the middle (shes a usual) and she is on the other end. I kinda started to smell something rank. Like something was rotting. I glanced over at the pregnant lady and she was looking my way leaned over with her hand over her face. Poor lady had to endure that smell the whole way. She was turning a little green.
It was soooo bad. I was tucking my nose into the top of my jacket. I think I figured it out though. You know when you haven't washed your winter jacket in a while and it's been damp one to many times the season before....ya and then add smoking and coffee breath mixed with I haven't brushed my teeth in a year and voila that's the smell.
How do you tell someone that she needs to shower and wash her jacket and brush her teeth? I felt bad for her 'cause she was looking around and people stared at her throughout the ride to waterfront.

Oooohhh the smell was sooooo bad.

Daisy will help you choose!

My Mom got a dog (a Pug) about 4 months ago and named her Daisy. Daisy is now the heart of the family. She will love you non stop and make sure that you leave with at least 7000 kisses.

Mom chose the bread because she did research and realized that Daisy would be happy living in an appartment because she's a small dog with a lovable personality. Daisy chose Mom because she knew that she would be smooched over by her whole family. So you see it's a good match...

BUT...A BULL MASTIF AND A 75 YEAR OLD IS NOT A GOOD MATCH. Not at all...Bull Mastif = big, strong impulsive dog, 75 year old man = frail, little to no energy and is very much about routine. NOT A GOOD MATCH.

My Moms new hubby and her went shopping. Hubby took Daisy for a little walk while Mom shopped. Daisy was walking on hubbys left side and Bully Mastif was sitting on old man's right side. Daisy doesn't see Bully Mastif but Bully Mastif sees Daisy. The big dog lunged at Daisy and almost ripped her right back leg off. Poor Daisy didn't even get a chance to run or anything! Hubby had to kick Bully Mastif in the head a couple of times to get him to let go of Daisy. 75 Year old man laid on the ground because he was knocked over by his beloved bully of a dog. Hubby was trying to protect little Daisy from Bully and make sure that the old man was ok. NOBODY HELPED HIM OUT! They were outside a starbucks for the love of pete, but that's a whole new blog post.
Old man is ok and Daisy went in for surgery yesterday and she is now recovering. But now old man needs to cough up $2500 to pay for the vet bills. The old man is sooo upset. He's on a pension and the dog has no history of being a mean dog. We can't figure out why Bully lunged at Daisy! Poor Daisy!

Research your bread people before you take on a responsibility. There are Daisys out there just minding they're own beez wax and don't want to be chewed on!

Once in a couple month I see Red

As women, hopefully, once a month we get T.O.M (time of month). For most of us we don't PMS every month, we do every couple of months or every 3 or 4 months though, and well guess what this month is for me...MY GET THE F@#$ AWAY FROM ME MONTH. I haven't had one of these in a long long time. It's kinda fun raging for no apparent reason!

Today some guy in the elevator was struggling with his tea and some files and his breakfast, so I asked him if he needed some help. I turned to grab his tea but before I could grab his cup he squeezed his tea cup and sprayed hot water all on my neck and chest. He was sorry and felt really really bad...blah blah blah but clearly it didn't matter how many times he appologized before he got off on his floor because I'm still plotting my revenge on the balding, chubby cheek wrinkle face.

I wonder what else is going to happen today! Maybe I'll eat puppies or play football with kittens for cripe sakes! What happens to us when we get this rediculous waste of a month PMS spazz day? Was I injected with hulk crap...cause I'm not gonna lie I probable look like him right now!

Jeeebus!

Today is a Pretty Day

Well I'm slowly finding out that as the week goes on that my smart days are numbered. I blame it all on the blonde hair, 'cause some of the crap I do come Thursday or Friday could only be a result of having blonde hair.

I can't seem to read emails properly, I can't function doing 2 things at once, I fell over this morning putting on my boots......yep it's true! That last one happened this morning, I think because I'm just super super tired but honestly...you never know.

Yesterday I went to pick up a few things from the grocery store and paid by debit but it took me 3 tries to put in my pin number because I couldn't remember it. Yep....I think I just need to call it quits. I shop only on Mondays and Tuesdays now...'cause clearly when Wednesday gets here I'm just not with it enough to make things work, like the debit machine.

This weekends scedule:

Friday: SLEEP
Saturday: SLEEP Dance SLEEP
Sunday: SLEEP

That should get me back on track! HOPEFULLY.....fudge muffins!

This is how I feel....

FRICKEN DROOPY!

What's with this...it's completely unfair and uncalled for. I mean it's FRIDAY and PAYDAY for the love of Pete!

Does this ever happen to you? You look forward to the end of the week so much just to find yourself ready for bed at 10:23am. I need to take at least 3 naps just to make it through the day...not to mention if I walk any slower I'll be walking backwards for poop sakes.

On a happier note...my day is going to be easy, almost evrything is done! So online shopping for a halloween costume I go!

Wish me luck y'all!

A moment of silence

Today was a sad sad day. I had to toss a pair of kitten heals that served me well for at least 3 years. I loved them so much. Ladies hold your shoes close 'cause you never know when they'll have to leave you. Life is short charish every moment you have with your beloved pumps, strappies, kitten heels, boots, flip flops and slippers.

I bought these shoes for $40 at a sterling shoe sale. It was love at first site. They practically jumped off the shelf and into my hands. They were black with a lite dusty rosey color panel on the sides only. I had to get them heeled like 14 times 'cause we went everywhere together. *sigh* my ladies were so loyal and kind to my feet. They loved me just as much as I loved them!

You'll never be forgotten little honeys....never!

RIP little ladies!

So Good, But sooo.....

As you can see, from the above picture....I'M BROKEN!

No not my shoe...but this could happen today. I'm a mess!

NO SLEEP = BROKEN WACKTARD Sweetpea...how am I supposed to sell anything today!

Shoe Feelings....

So Trixie and I talked yesterday and she came up with the idea that I should post more photos of shoes to help tell my story. Well here we go!

See these shoes...these are me...half exposed and half blanketed from EVERYTHING! Half of my foot feels a little chill when the other half is perfectly fine being covered from everything and NEVER wanting to face the naked truth. Yep shoes can tell you how a girls feeling.

Boys take notes!

If a girl is wearing an open toed shoe she's probably feeling a little flirty but just needs to get her to do list done.

If a girl is wearing a strapy stiletto shoe then she is a total flirt and wants all eyes on her. (totally nothing wrong with that at all as long as her outfit matches the shoe) But she is ready for a little bit o fun!

If a girl is wearing uber super high stilettos and is walking slow...she is trouble and knows how to work it. Oh yes she is a man eater (I look up to these girls)

If a girl is wearing a flat ballerina shoe she is either just dressed for comfort and just needs to get to point "B" or she is sooo the girl next door and can still work the cuteness even in flats.

If a girl is in gladiator sandles...shes trendy and craves a bit of attention. But when a stiletto is present with the gladiator shoe...yikes...boys run, this is another man eater (well that depends if you are a pansy or if you like a little challenge)

Shoes say a lot yo!

The Things I want to do before I die

And so the list begins....

1. See all the castles in Europe

2. Shake hands with a Prince

3. Get a pet dragon...just joking...it just seemed appropriate.

4. Ride a bike in France with a basket full of fresh produce

5. Watch a live "football" (Soccer) game

6. Climb Machu Picchu

7. Marry

8. Buy a pair of Manolo Blahniks

9. Go sky diving

10. Live in South Africa for a year

11. Learn to speak French and Spanish fluently

12. Become an event planner

13. Own my own home with a backyard and a front yard and a garden

14. Have a baby

15. Get a horse

What are some of the things you want to do before you die? Are they achievable? Do they have to be achievable? Naaahhh....just make the list and see how many you can check off!

1990!

A friend texts me last night....

P: I need a drink you need to come with. Not staying out late

Me: Ok whats wrong? Pick me up in 20mins

P: I'm on my way now! Be there in 10mins.

Me: Aaaahhh ok where are we going?

P: The Spike haven't been and figure it's a good spot to tell you an incriminating story!

Me: Why yes it is...it's the best spot!

So he arrives in 5mins not 10 and I was in my PJ's. So I throw on clothes and heals and race out the door.

I look at P and he looks a little....embarrassed....ashamed...green so I tell him "don't tell me anything until we get to the Spike!" (It's a neighborhood watering hole that has been in Port Moody forever. Local hangout!)

We get to the bar order our drinks and I just stare at P until he finally says "I WENT ON A DATE LAST NIGHT AND 20 MINUTES INTO THE DATE I FOUND OUT SHE WAS BORN IN 1990"
My jaw dropped and all I could say was "holy shit you're going to jail, she's only 18 and you're....you're almost 38".

HOLY CRAP...he looked at me and said "she was just being born while I was graduating from.....COLLEGE!"

Motherf*cker, looks like your judge of age sucks P!~

I think I peed!

Awoooo.....really.....awwwoooo!

So heres the thing. I'm listening to the radio on this horrible Monday Morning (ok so it's not that horrible, I'm just sleepy and haven't had my caffine fix yet) and the first song that comes on is "Shakira - she wolf". Now I was annoyed with this song to begin with but then I started to listen to the words.

One if you were going to be a she wolf would you honestly say "awwoooo" or would you try to have something that was a little more fierce and and...oh....i don't know...WOLF LIKE! Seriously lady you can shake your hips like nobodys business and you're totally hawt but you came up with a weak "awwoooo"!

So disappointing Shakira!

P.S. Kenya you are a total Douche Bag. I can't believe you did that to Taylor Swift. Beyonce, honey....you such a classy lady!

I'm good!

After sitting in a meeting for what seemed like eternity talking about our new online inventory and initiatives...blah blah blah mytelus.com....yak yak yak....more impressions to sell....babble babble babble more online training to come; I had redecorated my house in my mind, thought about the next place I'm going to visit, and made a note of things I have to do at home tonight.

Yep multitasker extrodinaire.

I found the best decal site EVER...http://www.dezignwithaz.com/
Check it out I bet you'll buy stuff! I should work for them!

So after moping around my apartment for the last couple of days I'm finally getting back to the happy side of things. It's so much better over here!
Clearly time by your self to realize that it's ok that you're by yourself its a very tricky thing to do. But I don't want to brag or anything...I mastered it!

Let me know if you have bought anything of that site!

Well Said.....

Ladies and Gentlemen of the lass of '99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You're not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but you know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.

SING

Don't be reckless with other peoples's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

FLOSS

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you suceed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

STRETCH

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don't congratualte yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

DANCE...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. DO NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Nothern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

TRAVEL

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. don't mess to much with your hair, or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a forme of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen....


Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Off the grid

I think its time! I'm not going to be around very much! I'm not going to go out on the weekends, no more facebook, checking phone once in the morning and once at night! Ill answer phone calls but I might not answer your text.
I do still love you all but its my time to fall under the radar for a while! Time to do some self damage control!
Ill miss you and ill back in October!

Xoxo







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Yep this sums it up!

A rant from the book "eat pray love"

They come upon me all silent and menacing like Pinkerton Detectives, and they flank me-Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. (Hey don't need to show me. Their badges. I know these guys very well. We've been playing a cat-and-mouse game for years now. Though I admit that I am surprised to meet them in this elegant Italian garden at dusk. This is no place they belong.
I say to them,"how did you find me here? Who told you I had come to Rome?"
Depression, always the wise guy,says "What-you're not happy to see us?"
"Go away!" I tell them.
Loneliness, the more sensitive cop, says, "I'm sorry ma'am. !ut I might have to tail you the whole time you're traveling. Its my assignment."
"I'd really rather you didn't," - tell him, and he shrugs almost apologetically, but only moves closer.
Then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that. Then loneliness starts interrogating mean which I dread because it always goes on for hours. He's polite but relentless, and he always trips me up eventually. He asks if I have any reason to be happy that I know of. He asks why I am all by myself tonight, yet again. He asks why I can't keep a relationship going, why I messed things up with every man I've ever been with.........he asks where I think ill end up in my old age, if I keep living this way.
Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.





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What do you do when...

Its all about filling in the blanks!

What do you do when you like someone that doesn't like you back. And everyone around you that cares says he's not good for you but you can't help but like him!

What do you do when you want something for yourself but its just so hard to get?

What do you do when you think all the decisions you make are the wrong ones and you start asking and telling your friends that they need to make all your decision for you.

What do you do when you think that you have hit a low of all lows and that there isn't a brighter side for at least a good couple days because time is the only thing that can make you understand.

I think you impload...or melt...or end up with the biggest ulcer known to man kind!
But you'll be the strongest person for it!






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D-BAGs (aka Douche Bags)

Ranting Time:

I was listening to Virgin Radio this morning and they were talking about all those people who make the D-Bag list, and how you make the D-Bag list.
Time to pay tribute to all the nutters, eff'd up peoples and everyone else who made me say hmmmm at some point or another!

1. Guys who wear Ed Hardy stuff

2. People who don't give up there seats on the bus/skytrain/WCE to someone else who clearly could use it.

3. Girls who can't walk in their heals

4. Kid Carson and Nira Aurora

5. People who don't chew with their mouth closed

6. Girls who put on too much mascara and it turns into spider legs

7. Guys who wear a short sleeve collared shirts with their Armani long sleeved jacket Suits

8. Barnie - the big purple dino

9. People who go to the gym and work out only a little bit because they are wearing lululemon shit wear with a starbucks late and can't have their make up run

10. BOYS WITH PURSES (aka fanny packs)

11. Anybody who finds clowns funny

12. Fucktards who talk during a movie

13. High waisted bubble skirts with thin white cheap looking wife beaters, who does that.....oh wait I know!

14. Boys who fight over leopard print pillows

15. Airlines that don't have the fun TV in the head rests

Feel free to add your own D-Bag criteria.

Don't Do It!

First off let me start by saying it's Monday.......ugggghhhhhh!

Second I'm excited for my lunch date so that kinda dulls the "ugggghhhhhh, case of the mondays" a bit.

Now for the "don't do it" portion of this post.

I went to say good morning to a friend of mine and she pummels me with

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rdV9ADjpcg

and says every kid needs to watch this. I love her for still calling me a kid (honestly, i love it. I so have a Peter Pan complex). Anyhoo if you choose to watch this video it's graphic and kinda scary. See...to my fellow blackberry addicts, aka crackberry-ites, this is so much more possible to happen then for regular phone texters. Please just wait until you get to your destination or pull over, this could happen so easily.
We are so desensitized from so many things in life. We all slow down to see the accident on the side of the road, we all have to see photos of the latest news story and we all want the details. Remember life is short, precious and damn it people love you so you can't f@#$ S@!t up for that reason alone.

So text it smart out there please 'cause I love you!

Georgia Nicols strikes again!

This morning I made the choice to read my horoscope as I usually do, but this morning she was bang on!
She is so bang on that I'm creeped out and have to blog about it!

"You might be full of great ideas about how to improve your health today. (It's possible.) Similarly, you might have good ideas about how to introduce reforms or make improvements where you work. You're definitely on a kick to make something better somewhere!

- Georgia Nicols


I used to be pretty obsessed with astrology and followed it to a "T". But when I met Big A I decided to stop reading them.

But now I'm back! I have to read my horoscope every morning and I'd love to meet georgia nicols and have her give me my very own horoscope!

Do you guys believe in your horoscope?







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Ohhh Kelowna!

Went to kelowna heard a bunch of hilarious shit come out of Ewas mouth like "I hit my funny elbow" and "I used to eat drywall" and "I suck at small talk cause I once told a person on the phone to have fun at her sisters funeral!". God I love that girl!
Boys in kelowna are funny too! One guy on a long bored booking it down a street stops to say that Eva and I looked really pretty and then road off into the sunset! Too cute!
BUTTTT.....the others were the cat calling, moody when you didn't pay attention to them after they gave you a lovely comment type like "hey baby come here often?" HAS THAT EVER WORKED? Uggghhh...oooh and not to mention he was sluring his words too cause he was sooo tanked. Did I also mention that this cat calling situation happened in a park near our hotel? YA in a park! WTF!
So we are on our way home early! Fuck wine tasting! Pfffft!




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Who new a Breast Cancer Fundraiser would be so fun!

It all started with boobies and ended with a married guy fighting babies daddy!
Here let me explain!
Its Friday night and a bunch of us are going to a Breast Cancer Fundraiser! I got there at 7:30ish with a girl friend. It was fun hanging out with a few people that I hadn't seen in a while!
There were 4 of us ladies that stuck together last night and stayed at the fundraiser until 11pm! Now, drinking was definitely a part of this whole night! We were pretty tipsy at 11pm!
4 ladies make there way to the local strip joint and get settled in! Well one of my friends has a 9 year old and isn't officially with her babies daddy any more. BUT OH WAIT who is sitting in Hoo Hoo row? Babies Daddy! Sooooo funny! So we sit right behind them and surprisingly enough it wasn't awkward at all!
So we stayed until closing time! We had a blast until we decided the night was over and went to leave!
I met a guy at the strip club "married dude" (ps didn't know he was married throughout the night. But yes I made out with him). So married dude headed out with me and the ladies and met up with his friends in the parking lot!

Now here's where things get a little fuzzy...ok a lot fuzzy!

Something happens to trigger married dude and baby daddy cause they started to fight. Yep full on take the shirts off fight!

Side note married dude had a hot body from what I remember!

Any way....what an eff'd up night felt like I was 19 years old again cause I was in the safest spot RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT.
Drama drama drama!
So because I was drunk and had to say something to married dude! I start power texting! Well don't you know he calls back! He says "what? Why are you calling me? Who are you? I wasn't at a strip club! What, how did you get this number. I'm at home with my wife!" Yep and that's when I found out that was married!
Lol how does the song go..."Oh what a night..."





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One small step for man, one giant leap for Boobs!

So funny story....
My ex came into town to pick up truck parts (this is all to familiar for me) and asked if he could stay at my house.
Luckily this was a text so I could take my sweet time to think this over and respond. Ok lets just call a spade a spade, I didn't really think about it I just said yes.
LOL oh how I need to start thinking things through a little more!
He got to my house around 8ish. He was tired from driving (even though hes only 3 hours away)and so was I (from working out), so we watched a movie. Now, I know what "watch a movie" means in guy lingo so I was on guard! There was no way I was going to let this happen, I just don't want him like that.
So I sat on the couch and curled up with my blanket and started to watch the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I saw it coming but was too stunned to move. The ex flew over couch cushions to grope me (I don't even have big boobs! I wasn't even wearing a booby top, I was in sweats and a tank top for christ sake. Oh and what the hell I haven't seen him for 4 years, honestly not even exaggerating!). It only took like 10 seconds of me sitting on the couch.

Jeeeesh....

After the initial stunned look on my face was gone I just looked at him and couldn't help but laugh my bootie off. I had tears steaming down my face I was laughing so hard.

Good Grief!

Pork Chop

Me!

End of story.

Ps. This is a test post!!!! I'm blogging from my crackberry!


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Testing.....huh!

I was walking home from the train station on Monday thinking to myself who the hell walks home in 40 degree heat. The walk is only 15 minutes but for the love of Pete it's the longest 15 mins EVER!
So I'm stopped at a stop light and I'm plugged into my MP3 player with the tunes just cranked. I glance off to the left and there is a younger kid (I can say that 'cause I'm old now)in a 2 door faded red Honda civic hatchback with his subs just a poundin'! He's playing some rap crap that he probably doesn't even know the words to. Hes going pretty fast down a pretty busy street...but I was getting ready to walk across the street so why was he going so fast isn't the light about to change?
Yep the light was changing and the other cars going the other way smashed right into him. This little faded red Honda civic hatchback was annihilated by two dodge trucks (they were new) and a ford explorer. So his car looked like a smushed pop can. I felt bad for him...he looked like he was just coming back from a good day at the beach. He made a stupid mistake and ya he could have killed someone BUT he didn't 'cause everyone was outside of his car pointing fingers and screaming in his face.
The funny part of this whole story is that the older lady dressed in a long thick fabric dress with horrible shoes, wearing earings that were way to big for her head and the crapiest dye job EVER says "and you guys wants to know the badest part....he was probably testing". So I turned to her and said "what the hell is testing?" he drove right by us and he had both hands on the wheel. She then says "Well he was playing he music soooo loud, he probably couldn't think!".....I was looking at her with this holy fuck you are retarded and if you say one more word in this heat I'm going to punch you in the face, face and looked back and yelled "it's TEXTING not testing...FYI!"

Testing......really......GET SOME NEW CLOTHES LADY!

Rate the shoe!

It's not my fault I swear...car shoes find me!

Just rate it!

Would you wear the shoe or not?

2 words....Pool and Party

I LOVE POOL PARTIES!

I had a few people over on Sunday to bake in the sun and swim in the pool. I love my little spot. I've recently moved from downtown where I had everything at my finger tips to out in the burbs where there are only a handful of restaurants and stores and pubs and things to do. Going for a walk has a whole new meaning. You don't have to zig zag your way through the biggest thickest crowds you just have to walk...actually you are looked at funny if you are walking. A whole new concept for me to get used to.

Ok back to the pool party....

My apartment is in a perfect spot. I'm so close to everything. It was a great decision to move back out here.

Holy I'm tangent queen this morning.

Back to the pool party...

My apartment building complex consists of 3 three level buildings with a mini park behind building 2 and 3. There is a pool and tennis courts. It's great! My apartment doesn't even get hot. I love it!

Ok...for those of you who actually read through this mish mash of a post, I give you a cyber high five. This one is hard to follow but you have now got to my point....see below!

POINT: I LOVE HAVING THE GIRLS OVER TO SIT BY THE POOL. ITS PERFECT!

Playlist #2 - Gangsta Mix

I found a list of songs I wanted back in the Napster days, so I took a few of them and put this together. Enjoy...LOL


http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=4D9977E6DB0F3B20

Lead me not into temptation...I can find it myself!

I'm just shaking my head....

From Chocolate, to pasta, to men, to flavored vodkas, to other guilty pleasures...how the hell does one keep up!

They say life is to short to stand by and watch...they say live your life as if everyday is our last....they say take one day at a time.....they say to take the bull by the horns.....Seriously shouldn't we be all dead!

I think I need to rethink my life strategies.

Closure Baby....Closure

Ok just so you know this is my second attempt at this posting...my computer ate the last one....

So Yesterday a wierd not so fun day but turned out to be a good day....ya I don't really get it either. Just read on it should make sense at the end.

I was being messaged by friends that were telling me they are either by a pool, or at a beach or took the day off...I was sooo jealous thats all I wanted to do and was not motivated to continue working. But for all you lucky ones out pfffffft...pretend this is one of those sarcastic smiley faces that you can do on BBM or messenger.I knew when I got home the fun would continue with the messages as I was flinging one liners back at everyone. Although I had an added bonus of cleaning the house and laundry.

So I put on a pair of heals that I had to break in for tonight and did laundry. I did 2 loads and then attacked the kitchen. Yes all in heals. While in the kitchen I looked at the last 7 boxes I have left sitting in my living room. These are the 7 boxes of filing, memories and a few other things that I just don't want to set up because it reminds me of Big A.
So I finished dishes and like a bat out of hell jumped on those 7 boxes. They had all the memories all the photos, the picnic stuff and the ticket stubs. But after 2 hours of sorting it they have been tossed, memories of mexico and oregon are all gone. But....then I got to South Africa.....huff...that's where it hit me that I'm closing another door. I organized everything that I wanted to keep and everything I wanted to toss and...well....I got 'er done!
Wooohooo I don't have to worry about those stupid boxes anymore. I'm so proud of myself. This marks another mile stone in the "erase all memory of Big A" healing process.

Thank you speedy healing gods, who ever is listening to my wishes "I FREAKIN' LOVE YOU!"

Rate the shoe

Rate Ladies, rate it!

Do you like?

Would you wear?

On a scale of 1-10 (10 being shoe-a-licious, 1 being shoe-a-crapy) what do you give this shoe?

Take a look and grade this shoe:

Do you like?

Would you wear?

On a scale of 1-10 (10 being shoe-a-licious, 1 being shoe-a-crapy) what do you give this shoe?

So...it's Monday......

If I could make one of those little sarcastic smiley faces on here I would...

Today is such a mish mash of garbly goop that it's starting to look like a bowl of rice, topped with tomato sauce and strawberries! What a nutter of a day and it's not even noon yet.

Things on my mind: (not in any particular order)

1. boys
2. getting cable and internet hooked up (i'm stealing both right now)
3. getting a charge reversed on my cell bill
4. getting two ads done up and all I'm getting is questions....just do it!
5. making a Dr's appt.
6. family
7. friends
8. being bored
9. being to busy
10. unpacking some more of my crap and getting rid of as many boxes as possible
11. the bachelorette tonight
12. oh boys just popped back into my head
13. food...I think I'm getting hungry
14. I just got a new pink pen.....
15. oh getting blood tests.....terrified of needles....I think I'll wait a few more weeks to do this one.

So this is my mind in a matter of a minute or so...where the hell did I put that off switch...I mean really who has time for this kind of crap on a poopy Monday anyway!


OFF!

Georgia Nicols told me to

I read my horoscope this morning and it said that today was a great day to express my hopes and dreams with my friends and family. So lets get 'er done!

I have the usual hopes as most girls do to get married and meet that perfect guy that wants to love me and worship the ground I walk on. This one has proven to be a little difficult to find. Although I still believe he's out there and my dreams of finding him are not gone.
I would love to have the fairy tale story where the hunka hunka yummy rides in on his white horse and sweeps me up on the horse with a one arm swoop and we ride off into the sunset. This is my ultimate dream.
But now for the reality part of this post, I do keep my feet on the ground for the most part so here are my hopes and dreams that can be achieved a little easier.....hopefully!

I would love to send my sister to school in France so she can become a famous chef. I would love for my brother to start something he loves BUT follow it through and be successful at whatever it is. I want my Dad to find that one women that understands him through and through and be loved the way he has always wanted. I would love for my Grandma to find peace with my uncle as he's the biggest 50 year old baby I've ever known. I would love for my Mom to have everything she's ever wanted but something tells me she already has that so maybe I don't have to dream or hope for anything any more. Go Mom.
My ladies I hope some of you find out that the hardest decisions you've made have just made you that much stronger and believe me every ounce of strength is worth its weight in gold. For a few more of you I dream that slowing down and taking time to never have to plan or schedule or occupy yourself with things that need to get done become part of your day day calendar. And for all of us I dream that we all find love and have a successful full life of everything we have ever hoped and dreamt.

These are my hopes and dreams look up tonight at the stars 'cause today seems to be the best day for making wishes.

Smooches......

Struggling.....why? Pffft 'cause I'm a Drama Queen!

YIKES...totally crushing on Mr. Muscles! What the hell? Why do I like him? Wait do I even like him? I think I do....ughhhh this is so poopy!
I don't know why I keep struggling with this. I honestly think that if it's this much of a struggle that I'm not ready to be with him any way so why should I freak out? Oh oh pick me...'cause I'm a freak and totally obsessed with this whole situation.

Do I want a relationship....NO...well maybe....ok if it's with him ya I could be ready!

You see...this is absolutely ridiculous. This is how I'm answering my questions these days. Everyone keeps telling me to just breath and just have fun...pffft so not happening.

Anyone have a club to beat me over the head with.....

Ok lets try this again...

Do you like Mr. Muscles? Yes I'm crushing on the dude.
Do you want to be with Mr. Muscles? Yes I do...
Why? Because I'm supppppper attracted to him and think that it would be kind of fun to be his princess on a pedestal. He treats women really well, he's usually the one getting screwed over by the women he choses.(I said that last sentence to all those with the question "if he treats women so well then why isn't he taken?)

ok now are you ready for a relationship? Maybe, I still can't say yes and I still can't say no.

How does the above even count if I can't even answer one simple question

...BECAUSE I'M A DRAMA QUEEN!




P.S. I have a headache....

Current Playlist...

Music has pulled me through so much so I wanted to share my playlist of girly power, men bashing, chair dancing, woot woot shit mix!

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=3E6ACEC6296E1D65&search_query=lexi%27s+work+mix


Starts off with Single Ladies by Beyonce, there's Janet Jackson, Shaggy (yes I know), country peeps like Taylor Swift, Black Eyed Peas...then....linkin park and Papa Roch and more. I only added one sad song, I figured that's all I was alowed...or maybe that's all that was needed. Meh.....

HAPPY CHAIR DANCIN' Y'ALL!

Where did everyone go?

Ok Trixie...you saw this comin' I'm sure!
I messaged 24 people last night to ask them to be my date to watch the fight....24....how many responses do you think I got! Oooohh oooohhh 4!

This blows....honestly is it really hard to say sorry busy.....send!

No....no it's not!

Ughhhh....ok I'm done now!

Is it me or do I make EVERYTHING SO COMPLICATED

Ok Mr Muscles that I decided to have a romp and rum with has woken up at like 8am and ask me if I want to "hangout" again this week. So I know he thinks of me as soon as he wakes up. And he's a total mush ball. And he's a great kisser. And he likes cuddling. And.....ughhhh! Anyway, I said sure but now I'm have doubts.

Here's how I think I make things complicated:

1. We've done "IT" which means I have every right to know if he's sleeping with anyone else. So I think I've decided to ask him if he is.

2. I think I have a crush on him...totally doesn't help the situation...AT ALL!

3. I think I need to end this because I'm afraid I'll lose him as a friend. (pffft note to self...you had sex with the guy. It's a known deal breaker between friends)

4. Friday and Saturday 3 guys said "I want to beep you tonight!" so I'm starting to feel like a piece of meat which doesn't help the current situation either.

I think I create my own drama. Seriously I said it in my last post "The situations I put myself into!" Good gaaaawwwwd!

Any suggestions...anyone.....GET ME OUT OF THIS SITUATION! I'll listen this time I promise I will......

Uggghhhh BOYS

WTF..."I want you soooooo bad", "I have been waiting for this opportunity for ever", "I have pitched a huge tent".....REALLY! Who the hell says that last one? Oh and does he think it really turns me on..."I have pitched a huge tent" ugggghhh....

This is what I was dealing with last night. I am planning on meeting up with a guy that I've been friends with for about 13 years (we're not close, we hung out here and there when our mutual friends hung out...so mostly in the summer camping) and having nothing but a romp and run.
He was texting me all last night telling me all about how he felt in high school and how he was to chickenshit to say anything...blah blah blah but now because I've approached him he's busting out all the garble blarble.
Pfffft.....he's lucky he's huggggeee (muscles...not flab) and he's hot and he's a damn good kisser or mark my words this wouldn't be happening.
Oh this better be good tonight......


The shit I get myself into!

Do bad things really come in 3's?

It seems to be one of the most popular sayings "bad things come in threes".
Did I do something to deserve this or is it just my time? SERIOUSLY if it's something I did I'm sorry and I promise to be good for the rest of my life.
In the last month so many good things have outweighed the bad but now things have caught up.

1. 3 year long relationship done. Found out he made out with a girl in the first 2 months. I didn't find out until 3 weeks after we broke up.

2. My Grandpa is dying. He has a week to go.

3. WHAT GOES HERE?

I'm so scared of what #3 is going to be. *sigh*

My Girls!

Let's start this one off with:

1) I Love you Grandpa! (He's in the hospital, I don't know why yet. I hate being so far away sometimes)

2) Gillian hang in there. We could always smash the other ankle to even you out. (Gillian hurt her ankle last night at football and it's honestly tripled in size)

3) I love my girls (See below)

4) I can't wait to get my new car (I'm so impatient)

5) I'm bored at work but I get paid well (To much on my mind...I haven't touched school stuff since Allan and I broke up)

6) Did I mention I love my girls....

So this is just a short list of things on my mind or things I'm worried about. I hate the saying but it's so true "when it rains it pours!"

There is something really special about having your girls by your side and never having to worry about anything 'cause they're always there. I have a few really great people in my life so I couldn't be luckier. With all the crap that we all go through on a day to day bases I honestly will have to say I would never get through any of it without them.

(Ok brace yourself this is going to get mushy)

From meeting my birth mom to break ups with boyfriends my ladies have always been there. And it's not that they just said that they wanted to and came along for the ride the were really genuinely are just as happy or upset or curious or excited to do whatever it was that I needed to do. I love you all for being who you are and loving me for who I am (and holding me together when I needed it).

Here is a list of the ladies that I'm talking about:

My Momma
Shannon
Ivy
Gillian
Eva
Mechele
Deidre
Jen
Glenda
Julia
Robyn
My Sissy
Tanya

Thank you for making me the luckiest and most taken care of girl EVER! I love you!

Lexi has her Lexi Back!

For all those girls out there that think they can't leave the A-HOLE they are with (wait I'm not a complete man hater just the ones that don't treat women right)just know that you can do it and almost be over it in 3 weeks.
Yesterday marked 3 weeks since Big A (who is now Jack Face)and I were spitz-ville. I honestly feel fine. I don't have the butterflies any more (although I don't have my appetite back)and I feel totally independent and way better off in my situation now. Single and ready to mingle.

Break Up Break Down:

1. You start asking yourself was it the right thing to do? You start to miss all the good times. DON'T THINK OF THE GOOD TIMES BECAUSE....THEY WERE IN THE PAST!! There is a reason that you needed to do what you did so just remember why you broke up. You will be sad and you will cry but it WILL GET BETTER.

2. After you get through week 1 you would like to think that the beginning of week 2 gets easier...ya no! Sorry but it's the truth. You will still wonder what happened and what failed and how you could have fixed it. BUT at the end of week 2 you need to go out and make sure a boy hits on you and gives you attention. Once you have a distraction everything turns around. Going to bed alone isn't a big thing any more, waking up and not having him there just doesn't matter. This is where things turn around really quickly!

3. Week 3 is awesome. You start to feel like a human again and this is where you will start to get into your own routines. Believe me I'm going on Week 4 and it RULES!~

Good key points:
Cut ties immediately and don't look back, if you are meant to be it will happen.
If you live together...get out as fast as possible because that home will feel really crappy.
And...always remember the bad stuff not the good. The good is no use to you now.

WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO LEXI HAS HER LEXI BACK...LEXI HAS HER LEXI BACK...LEXI HAS HER LEXI BACK!

Huh...

Huh...that's all I can come up with.
See last night sitting down with an old "friend" having a few drinks at a local watering whole, we came back to my place because we were a little too tipsy to drive. We make it back to my place and she shared something with me that I didn't expect.
Big A and her kissed each other in the first year of our relationship.
The story goes "It's Halloween and we were making cookies in the kitchen and after him and I decorated the cookies I put one in my mouth and he went and took the other half while it was still in my mouth. We ended up kissing."
Huh.....
What are you supposed to say to that. I mean I wanted to tare her eyes out of her ass but was there a point? No. Big A and I are over, and now there is no hope of anything ever becoming something again. I'm happy that she in the end told me. That gives me a little more respect for her then Big A. Clearly I was in the relationship with him and he should have been man enough to tell me then.
Huh.....

Way to much Way to fast!

"the cute one", text me all day long and then called me twice last night. I WAS UNPACKING FOR EFF SAKE. I let him know that I was unpacking and he kept texting me...but the one text that just put me over the edge was "I'm going to try and make it out to see you!".....AHHHHH NOOOOO!
I almost died...why, because I was in the "set up my fricken life mood" and didn't want a smitten kitten hounding at me.
So needless to say my text message back to him probably sounded a bit harsh but Mehhhh...what can you do!

On another note:
I set up my book shelf all by my self and even screwed the brackets into the wall. I was so proud, my living room is totally coming together. It is starting to feel like a home! I now look forward to going home! I have a home home home home home...oh life is good!

OMG....I'M FLIRTING!

*Sigh*
So heres the details... in my very first posting "how to flirt when borken" I mention 2 guys that met Gilly billy and I at her "football" game. Well the friend "the cute one" has popped up again at yesterdays football game. Way to go Gilly Billy!
So I'm decked out in my clothes from work...yes heals and all....sitting on the pitch wrapped up in a blanket when "the cute one" and the "other guy" stop by. (I totally looked out of place...but the guys on gilly billys team said I added class to the game!)

Yep round two ding ding take your corners!

So we giggled and talked while gilly billy played and then we went to a bar.....

My head and tummy still feel funny...I think I woke up still drunk!

So "the cute one" and I cuddled in a booth and talked about some pretty intense stuff but I had so much fun!
I got a goodnight text and I good morning text....I think I'm in trouble.....huh day number 16 damn I work fast!

LEOPARD PRINT.......COME ON!

I was grocery shopping yesterday with my Mom when I got a text from Big A.

"how did your move go, hope you are settling in = you have 3 blankets here and can I at least have 1 of the 2 leopard print pillows = bday gift"

Right.....WHAT GUY DO YOU KNOW WANTS ONE FLIPPING LEOPARD PRINT PILLOW! And to boot....who texts like that....how does the first thing = the second...Ughhhhhhh!

During the split up and the dividing of everything I would text him and tell him what I was taking if there was a stink about it I dropped it and left it. Didn't want to make this harder then it already was. So he clearly ended up with a lot more then I did.
And now....he's worrying about a flipping pillow....
So I decided that I had enough. I text him "check your email" because clearly I had way more to say then a 150 character text message. Pfffft.....you want to be picky lets be picky!
This has to be the poopiest part of a break up. I mean if I took his Grandfathers desk that's been in the family for like 100 years then I could understand that he would make a stink about it.

LEOPARD PRINT....YOUR A GUY.....WHAT THE HELL.....

All day long in my PJ's!

So yesterday I decided to take it easy and watch a movie in the morning. Which turned into getting into a new show, which turned into watching 4 episodes of that new show, which turned into not leaving my bedroom all day.
OH IT WAS SO GOOD! And to think I was so nervous about being home alone for the first time. Pfffft...what was I thinking! I loved it.
Game plan for today:
UNPACK...MY LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING ASS YESTERDAY LEFT ME A LOT OF WORK TO GET DONE TONIGHT!
This is going to be a good thing I can feel it!

Butterflies are so pretty but not when they are in your tummy!

Sitting in my new home, which is awesome don't get me wrong, trying to pick up the pieces after a break up. I'm being held together STILL with some sort of strong tape. I'm constantly told that "it's only been 2 weeks (today actually) give yourself some credit" but I'm the most impatient person you'll meet. I don't have to time to feel like this.
I'm sure we all know the break up feeling. That gut wrenching, nervous, anxious feeling that seriously sucks butt. I sum it up by calling them the ugly butterflies. The ones that are currently doubling in size as we speak are refusing to give me 2 minutes of peace.
Although on the flip side break ups make you so stressed out that you can't eat which makes you really skinny. I've lost 8 pounds in 2 weeks. Woooooot!
I wonder how skinny I'll be in 2 weeks?

How to flirt when broken!

Yay my very own blog! I've finally done it, Thank you Miss Rosa and Trixie.

Ok so what I want to spill my guts about would have to be my most recent drama, my break up with Big A. I was in a relationship for 3 years and it honestly was great. Of course the last 6 months were hell, but that's clearly why we aren't together any more.
So back on track! I'm packing up my life and moving for the 28th time (yes 28, no that's not an exaggeration I've really moved 28 times). We have split everything up and things are actually going smoothly he's even helped me get stuff together.
We are both staying at a friends house and really don't want to be in the "Poopy Break up Pad". So after about 3 hours of packing (I had to stop I had no more boxes left) I met up with gilly billy and we went to her soccer game (as she would call it "football"...she's Scottish). She was chatting with a guy before I got to her house and he agreed to meet us at her game. I was excited for her 'cause she never does anything like this.
The guy posted a hot picture of him all tanned and sexy like and when he got there.... (YA HE ACTUALLY CAME!)he was a little doughy, tanned but round around the middle.
BUT....he brought a friend! Ya he was the good looking one.
After sitting in my chair watching the game then watching them, watching the game and then watching them...I decided to say something (clearly I'm out of practice).
I said "are you who I think you are?" (I know....I know....told you out of practice)and he replied and said ya I'm here to watch the same girl your watching.
Well I ignored him from then on because I introduced my self to the hot one and then as Trixie said "Lexi got her Lexi back". I was flirting and giggling and babbling and making them laugh...oh I felt so human again!

So just because you have felt like you've been hit by train after a break up (I'm only on day 11) hang in there, you'll get you back sooner then you think you will!