Sometimes when I’ve had a bad day, or a bad couple days, I like to revel in my disdain for everything and everyone. Just for a little bit. My sarcasm is a bit more “on,” I’m funnier and funnier, and soon enough my disdain turns into general feistiness. Then I remember exactly who I am … More Pretty. Big. Deals.
If I had my way Rage Against the Machine would have been playing everywhere today. Simply to illustrate my mood. I want to punch people in the throat. Seriously. The a-shole who hacked my personal email account? The one who sent emails to almost every single person in my contact list? Including former work acquaintances? Big wigs? … More Fist. Meet. Throats.
A couple weeks ago I had a chiro appointment. It’s like the only opportunity I have to actually look at magazines these days. Me. The girl who used to get People, Elle, and The New Yorker in the mail and read them each from cover to cover religiously. I have no time for magazines anymore. … More Jealous. Much.
I can be crabby, and unsatisfied, and negative, and…well the list could go on but you get the idea. I’m a planner and if things don’t go as planned I get flustered. I also expect people to behave in a respectable manner, and to use their brains, and when it doesn’t happen I want there … More Is. It. My. Turn.
I hate it when reason and logic interfere with my life. It’s so inconvenient. I’m having one of those days in which I realize that a couple of the things I love and adore are…ummm…perhaps not the best ideas after all. At least temporarily. Damn it. I told you I ran a 5k on Saturday … More Shedding. Old. Loves. (Habits.)
When I woke up this morning the “wake-up” CD that greets me every weekday at 5am was on its last song. “Don’t Tell Me You Love Me” was blasting and neither me, nor my husband, had stirred even once since music started playing from my alarm clock an hour before (no wonder my dream had … More Things. Left. Undone.
Several years ago I was a part of a sales team of three that was made up of me, a fabulous woman in Detroit, and a fabulous woman in Chicago. We had two distinct seasons per year and at a certain point in each of those seasons we had to get aggressive with our own respective … More Tough. Love. In. Chicago.
In my office we have a new temp named Lynn. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The printing of 340 letters on letterhead on our ginormous copier/fax machine/scanner/printer would have taken me six hours and cost the lives of numerous rainforests across the globe. For Lynn, it took ten minutes and … More Opting. Out.
First, let me tell you how I started my birthday. Driving to work, playing my 80s Rock playlist a little too loud, I realized that I have been singing the chorus to a White Snake song incorrectly. Since the beginning of time. What?! I had been singing “here I go again on my own, going … More 36. Is. The. New. 25.
I think it’s safe to say that I’m a teensy bit uptight. I want things a particular way, I behave in a particular way, I expect things in a particular way, there are particular things I do and do not talk about outside of my home, and I don’t loosen up or relax very easily. … More Be. The. Ball.
MAMACADABRA 