Having gone to two weddings in the past 10 days, I cannot help but think...
My friends are now approaching the age at which marriage is not uncommon, and is very much accepted, if not expected. I, in turn, am also nearing that age.
I am at a point in my life where growing old may soon become a reality, and no longer a fear.
People are building families; I want that. I want to be a part of a family in which I actively build so that I can put to rest the one in which I play a passive role in.
I want kids. I feel like the more I say it, the less likely I am to have any. But let it be known, that I love children. I see my co-workers' children grow, and hear about their antics each and every day, and it never ceases to amaze me what they are capable of and the joy they bring to their parents' lives.
Love is out there. I have no earthly idea what it is and what it feels like, but I have witnessed it in others.
5.28.2008
5.27.2008
Boom Tho.
I somehow managed to sprain my pinky while popping my knuckles. Grown-ups always tell you not to pop your knuckles because it could cause arthritis when you are older, but did they ever warn you about sprains? Fingers take forever to heal, too!
Having black friends sure does have its advantages. They keep you in the know and give you soul. How else would I know about the new Movement...Boom Tho!
How are you supposed to react when someone asks you, "Are you shrinking?" Mind you, this was not a friend or family member asking...but rather a customer. Maybe I have lost an inch or two. Do you really need to point it out?
Food makes me so happy. My latest homeade indulgence...
Congratulations to Cate and Brent - probably the purest couple to wed that I will ever know. The ceremony was beautiful, and I wish you two nothing but happiness for years to come.
Congratulations to the other happy couple that just wedded this weekend. The ceremony and reception were both gorgeous. The crab cakes were delicious, and the open bar was the shit.
Hurray for Whitney - America's Next Top Model Winner:
I found my first gray hair. I was, and still am, devastated.
How many pairs of basketball shorts can one girl own? Apparently not too many, as I just purchased three more this past weekend. I could not help it - the Nike outlet had a sale!
I do not mean to always play devil's advocate; it just seems to always play out that way.
Having black friends sure does have its advantages. They keep you in the know and give you soul. How else would I know about the new Movement...Boom Tho!
How are you supposed to react when someone asks you, "Are you shrinking?" Mind you, this was not a friend or family member asking...but rather a customer. Maybe I have lost an inch or two. Do you really need to point it out?
Food makes me so happy. My latest homeade indulgence...
Congratulations to Cate and Brent - probably the purest couple to wed that I will ever know. The ceremony was beautiful, and I wish you two nothing but happiness for years to come.
Congratulations to the other happy couple that just wedded this weekend. The ceremony and reception were both gorgeous. The crab cakes were delicious, and the open bar was the shit.
Hurray for Whitney - America's Next Top Model Winner:
I found my first gray hair. I was, and still am, devastated.
How many pairs of basketball shorts can one girl own? Apparently not too many, as I just purchased three more this past weekend. I could not help it - the Nike outlet had a sale!
I do not mean to always play devil's advocate; it just seems to always play out that way.
4.29.2008
10 superstitions, traditions, personality quirks.
1. I eat my sides first, then the main course.
2. I eat french fries with mustard, not ketchup.
3. I do not do drive-thrus.
4. All my athletic shoes are Nike.
5. I write checks to pay all my bills.
6. I put a period after my name when I type emails and leave online comments on websites/blogs.
7. The only time I drink sodas are with alcohol, as a cocktail.
8. I bounce the basketball three times and then spin it in my hands before shooting each free throw.
9. I always ask for two straws with my drinks at restaurants.
10. I always have chapstick on me; usually in my right jean's pocket.
2. I eat french fries with mustard, not ketchup.
3. I do not do drive-thrus.
4. All my athletic shoes are Nike.
5. I write checks to pay all my bills.
6. I put a period after my name when I type emails and leave online comments on websites/blogs.
7. The only time I drink sodas are with alcohol, as a cocktail.
8. I bounce the basketball three times and then spin it in my hands before shooting each free throw.
9. I always ask for two straws with my drinks at restaurants.
10. I always have chapstick on me; usually in my right jean's pocket.
4.23.2008
10 things you love about your life.
1. My DVR. Cable would be worthless to me without my DVR.
2. My work attire. I can wear tennis shoes and jeans every day. Hell, I can even wear my Tevas so long as my toes are painted.
3. My sister. She is the only person in this world I can truly say I love.
4. My health. Despite my headaches, I am grateful for my health. Namely, my mental health, as I have never met so many people with mental illnesses until this past year.
5. My alma mater. I bleed burnt orange. Hook 'em!
6. Not having college loans. I am grateful to my parents for this.
7. My co-workers. I love going to work each day.
8. The luxury of having Starbucks twice, if not three times, daily.
9. My apartment. Living on my own has been quite the pleasant experience, bills aside.
10. The memories. I cherish everyone of them.
...in no particular order.
4.20.2008
all I can hear are my head and my heart.
It is not always about me, I know. But is it better to sit and watch as the person I know and love become someone I do not know but will always love? Was I being selfish or did I really have her best interest at heart? I feel alone in this matter, and for the first time in a long time, my emotions are getting the best of me everywhere I go and with everything I do. I fear this will not pass until I know she will be okay.
because you are my manager.
And this is what I would have said to my manager...
You're too quick to doubt, instead of giving the benefit of the doubt.
You play favorites.
Kim can do no wrong. And Connie and Ameer can get away with anything.
What I admire about you is your patience, but sometimes you have to take a stand. You shouldn't have to wait for another pharmacy manager to tell you to do something that has been a long time coming.
It wasn't what you said. It was how you handled the situation.
I wouldn't get mad over such a petty thing. I would be the first to banter back with you. But like I said, it wasn't the words, but rather the actions.
Enraged and frustrated, I have decided to take the so-called high road. I will show up to work to do my job the only way I know how. It is not in my nature to sabatoge my work ethics in order to prove a point. I will continue to put 110% in everything I do. I am responsible for my actions, and my actions alone.
You're too quick to doubt, instead of giving the benefit of the doubt.
You play favorites.
Kim can do no wrong. And Connie and Ameer can get away with anything.
What I admire about you is your patience, but sometimes you have to take a stand. You shouldn't have to wait for another pharmacy manager to tell you to do something that has been a long time coming.
It wasn't what you said. It was how you handled the situation.
I wouldn't get mad over such a petty thing. I would be the first to banter back with you. But like I said, it wasn't the words, but rather the actions.
Enraged and frustrated, I have decided to take the so-called high road. I will show up to work to do my job the only way I know how. It is not in my nature to sabatoge my work ethics in order to prove a point. I will continue to put 110% in everything I do. I am responsible for my actions, and my actions alone.
4.18.2008
footlong turkey on wheat, please.
Do you know anyone else that would do their nails, and then two hours later go and play basketball?
Upgrades are only done to secure the jobs of programmers and IT people. I will never understand the need to upgrade softwares that work perfectly fine.
Being "socially sober" during a work-related happy hour is incredibly enlightening. The things people say...and the things you learn...
At the rate in which I am eating $5 footlongs, I will soon become a footlong turkey on wheat with american cheese. Eat me.
Ever notice how quick girls are to compliment other girls when their hair looks nice? Sometimes they even make it a point to say it several times throughout the day.
I will admit it, I am an Idol junkie this season. I cannot help it. I love the guys, D. Archuleta and D. Cook, and I think C. Smithson is absolutely amazing! This week's performances gave me goosebumps...
I can only hope that you know I am always here for you.
Uncle Sam can kiss my ass. Each year I dread doing my taxes. This year was no exception. I am being punished for working hard and having two jobs.
I have a little crush. It probably will not develop into anything more than a little crush. It will never be a full blown crush. I do not think I will ever get to know him well enough to take a liking to him. The crush will probably only last a few weeks. But it is a crush, nonetheless. And I get to see him several times a week.
Texas weather is fucking crazy. Car ports falling on cars. Trees getting split in half. Traffic lights being blown down. Fences falling down. Roof shingles flying all over the place. When it storms, it really storms.
Upgrades are only done to secure the jobs of programmers and IT people. I will never understand the need to upgrade softwares that work perfectly fine.
Being "socially sober" during a work-related happy hour is incredibly enlightening. The things people say...and the things you learn...
At the rate in which I am eating $5 footlongs, I will soon become a footlong turkey on wheat with american cheese. Eat me.
Ever notice how quick girls are to compliment other girls when their hair looks nice? Sometimes they even make it a point to say it several times throughout the day.
I will admit it, I am an Idol junkie this season. I cannot help it. I love the guys, D. Archuleta and D. Cook, and I think C. Smithson is absolutely amazing! This week's performances gave me goosebumps...
I can only hope that you know I am always here for you.
Uncle Sam can kiss my ass. Each year I dread doing my taxes. This year was no exception. I am being punished for working hard and having two jobs.
I have a little crush. It probably will not develop into anything more than a little crush. It will never be a full blown crush. I do not think I will ever get to know him well enough to take a liking to him. The crush will probably only last a few weeks. But it is a crush, nonetheless. And I get to see him several times a week.
Texas weather is fucking crazy. Car ports falling on cars. Trees getting split in half. Traffic lights being blown down. Fences falling down. Roof shingles flying all over the place. When it storms, it really storms.
4.06.2008
not on your time.
My whole damn life you dictate the idea of planning and drill it into our heads. And now that you have had a sudden change in lifestyle everything is on YOUR time? Please tell me how the hell that works. I knew that once my sister went off to college my already shitty relationship was going to turn shittier, if not non-existant. I knew that. So why the hell do I still seem to care?
The Last Minute Filler.
80% of my shifts are closing shifts. Do not get me wrong, I am not complaining. In fact, I am extremely grateful for a job that works around my not-so-normal 40 hour week. But along with closing shifts come closing duties, and a whole bunch of shit that always seems to happen the last hour of work. Shit caused by people who choose to wait until the very last minute to drop off their prescriptions. Let us call these people...Last Minute Fillers [name taken from a pharmacy blog].
The Last Minute Filler...
Comes to the counter 10 minutes before closing wanting hospital discharge medications filled. There is no physician's name printed on the papers, and the signature is illegible.
Has a transfer from another pharmacy, which is closed for the day.
Has been out of cholesterol medicine for the past two days and is just now requesting a refill on an out-of-refill Lipitor. This cannot wait one more day, and a loan is insisted.
Drops off a Solodyn prescription and waits until after the $75 rings up at the register to bring to our attention a discount card that should be applied.
Has never filled at your pharmacy before and does not have any insurance information on them. Oh, but wait, they have a medical card on them, is that not all you need?
Just recently acquired changes in their insurance plans. Though kind enough to print 'temporary' cards off the internet, it does not have the sufficient information needed.
Oh, and do not bother asking the Last Minute Filler when he/she drops off the prescription if he/she would like to wait. Of course they do. You just slap a label on it, right?
The Last Minute Filler...makes you want to go home and drink.
The Last Minute Filler...
Comes to the counter 10 minutes before closing wanting hospital discharge medications filled. There is no physician's name printed on the papers, and the signature is illegible.
Has a transfer from another pharmacy, which is closed for the day.
Has been out of cholesterol medicine for the past two days and is just now requesting a refill on an out-of-refill Lipitor. This cannot wait one more day, and a loan is insisted.
Drops off a Solodyn prescription and waits until after the $75 rings up at the register to bring to our attention a discount card that should be applied.
Has never filled at your pharmacy before and does not have any insurance information on them. Oh, but wait, they have a medical card on them, is that not all you need?
Just recently acquired changes in their insurance plans. Though kind enough to print 'temporary' cards off the internet, it does not have the sufficient information needed.
Oh, and do not bother asking the Last Minute Filler when he/she drops off the prescription if he/she would like to wait. Of course they do. You just slap a label on it, right?
The Last Minute Filler...makes you want to go home and drink.
3.27.2008
I remember.
I remember more from my six years in elementary school than I do the past...eight years of my life.
Those years were, believe it or not, some of the best years of my life. Family aside, I felt like I was on top of the world some days. My head was on straight, and I had direction in my life. As much direction as an eight or nine year old could have.
It is rare that one ends up working where he or she grew up. Most people move on to bigger and better things several thousands of miles away. I came back. And by being back, I run into familiar faces on occasion.
The other day, I ran into one of the librarians from my elementary school. She looked exactly the same...actually, younger because her hair was dyed. But aside from the colored hair, she was exactly how I remembered her to be. Now before you go on calling me out and saying I was born a nerd who spent countless hours at the library, keep in mind that in grade school library time was shared equally amongst all the classrooms. Noone was allowed to venture into the library on their own.
I remember the red light, green light discipline program. I remember paying several tributes to the "thinking mat" in kindergarten. I remember not being allowed to recess because I was actively participating in a spit wad fight during lunch. The spit wads were laced with mashed potatoes. I remember playing wall ball with the boys during recess. I remember getting chocolate milk every lunch. I remember the name posters we had in 5th grade. I remember choir concerts and the choir teacher. I remember each of the PE coaches, and all the 1st place ribbons I won on Field Days. I remember my principal. I remember the STOP students opening the doors for the carpool lane. I remember the King Tut project we did in PACE. I remember the pencil machine and spending (wasting) quarters on it every morning.
You would not believe how many more things I remember...
Those years were, believe it or not, some of the best years of my life. Family aside, I felt like I was on top of the world some days. My head was on straight, and I had direction in my life. As much direction as an eight or nine year old could have.
It is rare that one ends up working where he or she grew up. Most people move on to bigger and better things several thousands of miles away. I came back. And by being back, I run into familiar faces on occasion.
The other day, I ran into one of the librarians from my elementary school. She looked exactly the same...actually, younger because her hair was dyed. But aside from the colored hair, she was exactly how I remembered her to be. Now before you go on calling me out and saying I was born a nerd who spent countless hours at the library, keep in mind that in grade school library time was shared equally amongst all the classrooms. Noone was allowed to venture into the library on their own.
I remember the red light, green light discipline program. I remember paying several tributes to the "thinking mat" in kindergarten. I remember not being allowed to recess because I was actively participating in a spit wad fight during lunch. The spit wads were laced with mashed potatoes. I remember playing wall ball with the boys during recess. I remember getting chocolate milk every lunch. I remember the name posters we had in 5th grade. I remember choir concerts and the choir teacher. I remember each of the PE coaches, and all the 1st place ribbons I won on Field Days. I remember my principal. I remember the STOP students opening the doors for the carpool lane. I remember the King Tut project we did in PACE. I remember the pencil machine and spending (wasting) quarters on it every morning.
You would not believe how many more things I remember...
bless me.
Ever since I can remember, I have always been taught to say "bless you" when someone sneezes. Why I deemed it necessary to bless myself, I do not know, but I do. Whenever I sneeze, I immediately say, "bless me." I do so self-consciously and do not even realize it. Maybe I do it just it case noone else blesses me...
3.24.2008
Airborne, schmair-borne.
And how many times have you heard me say Airborne is nothing but a high concentration of Vitamin C and other nutrients packed into a soluable tablet? Now you can read it for yourself. (Damn, maybe I do have a future as a pharmacist...)
My family swears by it, so I must say I have been guilty of taking it. And for a split second, I may have supported the product, as it seemed to have prevented me from getting sick before and after Vegas. But I have always had my doubts. I have my doubts about 75% of the OTC products. Nowadays it is all a marketing ploy. Airborne did a great selling its product, but now it is your turn to get a refund on your fizzy elixir.
But hey, whatever works, right?
My family swears by it, so I must say I have been guilty of taking it. And for a split second, I may have supported the product, as it seemed to have prevented me from getting sick before and after Vegas. But I have always had my doubts. I have my doubts about 75% of the OTC products. Nowadays it is all a marketing ploy. Airborne did a great selling its product, but now it is your turn to get a refund on your fizzy elixir.
But hey, whatever works, right?
3.21.2008
random madness.
I have new upstairs neighbors (the young couple that made banging noises all the time moved out - yay!). It smells like curry. Guess what nationality they are.
Where you drunk? High? Cracked out? What made you think of me?
Holy it feels good to work out regularly again. I practically live out of my duffle bag now with a change of three outfits packed - work clothes #1, work clothes #2, and workOUT clothes. And then there are the three pairs of shoes...
Sometimes I feel like lists consume me. They tell me what to do and when to do it. Yet, I feel somewhat lost without them.
My boss tried convincing us that she had "soul" by telling us she watched America's Best Dance Crew. Ever since then, I have been hooked. Watching JabbaWockeez and Kaba battle it out was sad. It should have been Jabba vs Kaba in the end.
An advantage to working at the pharmacy is the unlimited supply of drugs available. After an hour of uncontrollable sneezing, the pharmacist handed over a Zyrtec D. Thanks. I wonder if I start yelling out random obscenities if he will hand over a Zyprexa. Or how about if I complain of a short attention span. Adderall, anyone?
I finally went to see an orthopedic about my knee. I have a feeling my pain/discomfort will go undiagnosed. Is a peace of mind worth $279?
And last, but certainly NOT least...IT'S BRACKET TIME! This is like my Christmas...except minus Santa Clause and all the presents. Okay, so it is nothing like Christmas. It is actually better because it is 2+ weeks of intense madness and excitement.
Where you drunk? High? Cracked out? What made you think of me?
Holy it feels good to work out regularly again. I practically live out of my duffle bag now with a change of three outfits packed - work clothes #1, work clothes #2, and workOUT clothes. And then there are the three pairs of shoes...
Sometimes I feel like lists consume me. They tell me what to do and when to do it. Yet, I feel somewhat lost without them.
My boss tried convincing us that she had "soul" by telling us she watched America's Best Dance Crew. Ever since then, I have been hooked. Watching JabbaWockeez and Kaba battle it out was sad. It should have been Jabba vs Kaba in the end.
An advantage to working at the pharmacy is the unlimited supply of drugs available. After an hour of uncontrollable sneezing, the pharmacist handed over a Zyrtec D. Thanks. I wonder if I start yelling out random obscenities if he will hand over a Zyprexa. Or how about if I complain of a short attention span. Adderall, anyone?
I finally went to see an orthopedic about my knee. I have a feeling my pain/discomfort will go undiagnosed. Is a peace of mind worth $279?
And last, but certainly NOT least...IT'S BRACKET TIME! This is like my Christmas...except minus Santa Clause and all the presents. Okay, so it is nothing like Christmas. It is actually better because it is 2+ weeks of intense madness and excitement.
3.14.2008
Friday Five.
BIG TROUBLE
1. What were the events that led to your being in the most trouble with your parents ever? I believe the cops showing up at my front door pretty much did me in.
2. What happened when you received your worst childhood physical injury? A girl named Samantha threw a combination lock at my forehead.
3. What was the worst trouble you ever got into in school? I got caught cheating on an exam.
4. What kind of trouble have you been in at work? I got caught on AIM.
5. How do you usually deal with the knowledge that you’re about to be in big trouble? I freak out and start brainstorming justifications/lies to cover my ass.
1. What were the events that led to your being in the most trouble with your parents ever? I believe the cops showing up at my front door pretty much did me in.
2. What happened when you received your worst childhood physical injury? A girl named Samantha threw a combination lock at my forehead.
3. What was the worst trouble you ever got into in school? I got caught cheating on an exam.
4. What kind of trouble have you been in at work? I got caught on AIM.
5. How do you usually deal with the knowledge that you’re about to be in big trouble? I freak out and start brainstorming justifications/lies to cover my ass.
3.13.2008
miss you, too.
xxxxx: Hey...i know it's been too long. Are you still here? Your message says you're working out??? I miss you from the old days...but i don't even know what that means!!!
xxxxx: I have been gone and alone for so long!!!
xxxxx: I quit everything and have been doing music for such a long time!!! I still miss you though...if you're still around i want you to come out so i can meet up with you!!!
...I miss you, too.
xxxxx: I have been gone and alone for so long!!!
xxxxx: I quit everything and have been doing music for such a long time!!! I still miss you though...if you're still around i want you to come out so i can meet up with you!!!
...I miss you, too.
3.11.2008
10 favorite drinks.
1. Corona Extra with lime
2. Crown and Coke
3. Grande Vanilla No Room Americano (from Starbucks)
4. Half and Half Iced Tea (from Chicken Express)
5. Long Island Iced Tea
6. Thai Iced Tea
7. Andy Worhol from PC Wave (from back in the day...)
8. Peach Fruit Smoothie (from Sonic)
9. Hot Chocolate
10. Peach Iced Tea (from Olive Garden)
...in no particular order.
*pictured above is one of the best pina coladas I have ever had (compliments of Margaritaville in Vegas), accompanied by a mango margarita, which was also quite delicious.
3.10.2008
new kicks.
As if there were not enough shoes invading the doorway of my apartment. Now I have two more pairs to add to the mess...
Not quite sure why I bought these. They will probably get as much wear as my other pair of Chucks, which is about once every couple of weeks. Never a big fan of the laceless ones, something about this design made me want to buy them.
You want to see the receipt for proof of purchase, don't you? Ha. These shoes were bought under the influence of my sister, as she bought a brown pair. I have a weakness for Aldo shoes and thought maybe I could wear these at work? Who am I kidding, these will probably get less action than the Chucks.
Not quite sure why I bought these. They will probably get as much wear as my other pair of Chucks, which is about once every couple of weeks. Never a big fan of the laceless ones, something about this design made me want to buy them.
You want to see the receipt for proof of purchase, don't you? Ha. These shoes were bought under the influence of my sister, as she bought a brown pair. I have a weakness for Aldo shoes and thought maybe I could wear these at work? Who am I kidding, these will probably get less action than the Chucks.
make the smell go away!
One of my insecurities/fears is driving other people's cars when their car is bigger than mine. Though I did not overcome my fear, I did feel a little more comfortable driving a larger, brand new car down 121. Who the hell am I kidding. I was scared shitless, but fortunately made it to our destination safely. Next time I am going to make sure I have 12 beers instead of 2.
The real world is currently stressing me out like no other. Monetary issues, job #1 issues, job #2 issues, added responsibilities.
My DVR is back up to over 70% full. A week behind in General Hospital and several weeks behind in other shows, I fear I may not be able to catch up until my workload slows down.
Am I being punished for being patient? Sometimes I feel like I am.
I do not know who frustrates me more...the Dallas Cowboys or the damn Dallas Mavericks. Jason Kidd, you better win us a championship before your I-wish-I-was-more-black hair turns grey!
Who has never eaten hot fries until their stomach hurt? Remember Andy's Capps Hot Fries? Lately, I have been bringing hot fries back in style - eating bags at a time, in one day. Damn, those are the shit - flaming shits, that is. Best snack ever!
Ever feel like someone is eating all your pens at work? Work in a retail setting where you go through boxes of pens at a time? Having trouble keeping track of your favorite pen? Ask me about my new invention. Co-workers call it The White-Trash Pen. Brainstorming of product name will continue if I have hopes of ever marketing the item.
My latest bruise. No, it is not on my butt. Yes, it consumes over a quarter of the surface of my thigh. No, I do not remember how it happened. This is what it looks like...SEVEN days later...
My alcoholic behavior finally got the best of me. Now I can only hope to rectify any situations that may result from the evening.
As much as I thoroughly enjoy fondue, I cannot stand the smell that permeates through all my clothes and hair. I must say I despise it more than the post-pho smell. Two hours after leaving Melting Pot and two showers later, I still smell like oil and cheese. Ack.
The real world is currently stressing me out like no other. Monetary issues, job #1 issues, job #2 issues, added responsibilities.
My DVR is back up to over 70% full. A week behind in General Hospital and several weeks behind in other shows, I fear I may not be able to catch up until my workload slows down.
Am I being punished for being patient? Sometimes I feel like I am.
I do not know who frustrates me more...the Dallas Cowboys or the damn Dallas Mavericks. Jason Kidd, you better win us a championship before your I-wish-I-was-more-black hair turns grey!
Who has never eaten hot fries until their stomach hurt? Remember Andy's Capps Hot Fries? Lately, I have been bringing hot fries back in style - eating bags at a time, in one day. Damn, those are the shit - flaming shits, that is. Best snack ever!
Ever feel like someone is eating all your pens at work? Work in a retail setting where you go through boxes of pens at a time? Having trouble keeping track of your favorite pen? Ask me about my new invention. Co-workers call it The White-Trash Pen. Brainstorming of product name will continue if I have hopes of ever marketing the item.
My latest bruise. No, it is not on my butt. Yes, it consumes over a quarter of the surface of my thigh. No, I do not remember how it happened. This is what it looks like...SEVEN days later...
My alcoholic behavior finally got the best of me. Now I can only hope to rectify any situations that may result from the evening.
As much as I thoroughly enjoy fondue, I cannot stand the smell that permeates through all my clothes and hair. I must say I despise it more than the post-pho smell. Two hours after leaving Melting Pot and two showers later, I still smell like oil and cheese. Ack.
3.06.2008
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