Osh Gosh Bahh Gawd!

Fighting (verbally) with friends blows but when its family ITS SUPER ANNOYING!
For those of you who don't know me I HATE smoking of any kind! I totally can't breath, hate stinking like it (cause I spend to much money on perfume and lotions to smell good) and think its an ugly habit. Not to mention those health concerns....wooot...I mean who doesn't want cancer or wholes in their necks so you can breath!

I've traveled to be with my family because my grandpa passed away! Sad I know but he was 93.5! The first night we got here we had some visiting and church stuff to take care of and after that was done we finally had time to relax! Well I thought I did anyway but my bro, sis, and dad are all POT HEADS so that clearly didn't go my way! So I asked them to not hot box the living room because I was sleeping in the room right behind it! They did it any way! It was lovely, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't breath! I only had a funeral to go to the next day nothing important!
So the pot heads (minus my bro the next night) were going to light up but they decided to do it outside this time! GREAT thanks for letting me breath! Woot my family loves me! Holy shit its like they want a metal! So I said to my sis "don't come to bed stinking of weed sit out there for a while cause the smell sticks to your hair." Sis gets all tough and ill kick your ass....so I got in her face and told her that when you smoke it stinks like shit face it its a fact! She backed down! She took it all personal and flipped.
POTHEADS are sooo bipolar FUCK! I though you were supposed to calm down when you smoke weed! Clearly my family has been doing it long enough that its having a reverse effect "BITCHY BITCH BITCHness" instead of the "dude where's my car" calmness!

I love family trips! Pfffffftttttt! (That's me sticking my tongue out)






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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!