My Wish for You in 2008

My Wish for You in 2008

May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words ............

May 2008 be the best year of your life!!!

Love, Bethie

P.S. I'll be back to post regularly soon! :)

Not about me today

Guys, one of my friends, someone I care about deeply, has had a tragedy in her family. Don't know how many of you read Carrie's blog, but please do and help out if you can. I can't imagine this happening to me, especially right before Christmas. So if you are able to help, in any way, shape or form...please do. I know it would be appreciated and with this time of year, those little kids need some Christmas cheer. :(

Love you Carrie and I'm thinking about you.

The Christmas Letter

Did you think I was going to type up some sappy letter about how this is a wonderful time of year and we should all rejoice in blah blah BARF?!?! NOT! :)

Do you guys have people in your lives that send out "THE LETTER?" You know the one...the letter recapping all that they've done this year, all of their accomplishments and banter about the mundane bull shit that not a lot of people care about?

I call it the bragging letter because that's all it is. Why do people feel the need to do this? If you are my friend, you already know about all that I've accomplished this year so to write up a letter to send to everyone is redundant. Not only is it redundant but its a screaming cry for "I need a pat on the back" and I don't understand why. Why do people do this?

I actually don't have anyone (yet) in my life who sends those letters to me. What I did get this year was a picture Christmas card with a sticker on the back, saying something to the effect of, "We've had a busy year...here are all the places we traveled."

Sorry but brag much? Why is this on your Christmas card? Seriously. Are you hoping to get calls from all of the recipients of your brag sticker with congratulations on being worldly travelers? I find it vain and annoying.

If someone else knows of a GOOD reason people do these letters, please share! Me, I send out my Christmas cards so that the people in my life know I care about them and I'm thinking about them.

Let's hibernate!

I would love love love to bundle up into my bed for a good 3-4 months. :) Bears have it made!

I can finally say that I am almost done Christmas shopping. I have ONE thing left to buy and I might just have Matt take care of that since he is on the opposite end of the Christmas spectrum...he has barely started. This is what he does and I don't care anymore...its his problem.

Friday night I worked at Chili's and then went out with some friends. Just had some drinks and danced. It was fun but I didn't stay out late because I had to work the next morning. I had plans to finish up my shopping after my shift on Saturday, but we got a ton of snow dumped on us so I just went home and hung out. Nothing too exciting. And Sunday we slept in, took a walk (I hated every second of that) and then finished shopping. We watched Flags of our Fathers. Pretty good movie.

I whined a lot on Sunday about how it's not fair that I'm supposed to be thinking about losing weight while the holidays are going on. It's so not fair that I can't eat what I want and Matt challenges me and asks what is there to eat that isn't normally around? We have vendors sending us cookies and other treats...that's what! And I'm sorry but when it is this cold out, I have some deep, inner-calling to eat. I hate it!

So anyway, this week should be pretty busy with last minute preparations for Christmas. I actually cannot believe it is already December 17. And I can't believe New Years is upon us and I can't believe I'm going to be 32 in two months! AYE!! :)

Have a good week everyone!

Tired = Fat

I need more sleep. I simply do not get enough. The average time I go to bed is 12:30am. But there's always at least once a week where I'm not going nigh-night til 2:30am. And I have to be up at the latest by 6am to be at work by 7am.

There are tons of studies out now about how lack of sleep can inhibit your efforts at weight loss. Well it must be true because I'm tired and still fat. I wonder if I have a hard time resisting bad food because I don't have the energy for that will power because I'm tired. Or maybe there's some insulin/energy imbalance because I'm staying up so GD late!

I'm annoyed by this. I'm especially annoyed because late at night is when Matt and I hang out. Matt is a big time night owl and his hours sometimes don't permit us to see each other until after 9pm some nights. Between that and being at Chili's til sometimes 10pm, our time together runs into early morning sometimes. Now I know there are some couples out there who probably would find this odd but we love spending time together. This is part of why we are so close and so in love...we are best friends and hanging out is what we do.

Well guess what? I do NOT like getting home from a movie (last night), getting in bed and being half asleep to have my best friend come and tap me on the shoulder and whine, "Are you going to bed?" Well Larry, your powers of deduction fascinate and amaze me. And the sucker that I am, I got played into getting up and watching TV with him. He also had been hinting all night at getting naked later and I got the "I'm gonna f--- you good" eyebrow wiggle when I got out of the warm bed to hang out.

Did I get laid? No! Would I be this revved up this early if I had? So not only did I not get the hours I needed/wanted/deserved last night (remember, its Friday and I have to work both jobs today) in sleepy land, but I was promised sex (and I quote, "I've been thinking about fucking you all day" he says) and didn't get it! RAAAAAAAAARRRR! I'm in my prime people! You don't tease a bitch with this.

Granted I didn't get sex because I fell asleep. And before you say OHHHHHH, he should have woken me up. Yes, I have bitched about his before but I was already woken up once earlier to get out of bed to watch TV and since I wasn't fully asleep, no big deal. But we turned off the lights and I went into the bedroom and while he took his sweet-ass time getting ready for bed, I conked out waiting to be seduced.

So what did I do this morning? I flipped on the lights and got in his sleeping face and told him he's a bad man to which he sputtered awake and asked why. I told him why and he said, "Well, you were asleep. And I wasn't horny."

Okay, we're over. Mother f-ing, sleep depriving, teasing dirty whore! LMAO! It fucking figures!

I'm not really that mad, just tired. But he's so not getting ladi for as long as I can hold out.

Snarky

It is a word, look it up.

So I'm cranky today. I'm cranky because I'm still sick and I'm surrounded by constant incompetency and that makes for a bitchy Beth.

Here are things that piss me off:

Idiots that work here that can't seem to park within the two yellow lines that define a parking space. I'm assuming these assholes had to pass a driver's test in order to operate the vehicle they have so retardly parked incorrectly so did that test not cover staying in the lines? I don't give a fuck. I parked within my lines and didn't bat an eye when I opened my door and it hit the jerk's car next to me. I could have gone further too, like my middle sister whose temper is worse than anyone I know, and slam my door into theirs over and over and over til I feel better.

People that can't seem to do their job, even the littlest of tasks. How hard is it empty a garbage can from under a desk and then put it back where it was originally picked up from? Clearly this is an impossible feat because our cleaning crew fucks that up every night.

People that tell me to calm down. Don't tell me what to do, first of all. I do NOT like being controlled. But when people tell me to relax, settle down, simmer down, calm down, take it easy...all of that translates in my brain to these four words:

Shut the fuck up. That's what I want to say to these people. First of all, I'm most likely not upset, I'm just dramatic and emoting my feelings. It doesn't mean I need to calm down. Just because I'm passionate about what I'm talking about doesn't mean I need to settle down. I'll cutjew! I hate that! I hate being told to calm down or relax! I will do what I want, when I want! RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!

I hate children at restaurants that can't behave themselves. Seriously, last night I was carrying two kid cups (little plastic cups with lids that we stack on top of one another for easy carrying) in one hand and about 4 mugs in my other hand and this little bitch ass crib lizard yanks the bottom kid cup out of my hand and guess what? Everything else came crashing down. THANK GOD his mom yelled at HIM and not me because I would have lost it if I got scolded. Little fucker. Who DOES that?

Anyway, I'm finally feeling better. I went to the doctor yesterday and tested negative for Strep A but she gave me a Z pack anyway and its already working. THANK YOU! I haven't kissed my boyfriend on the mouth in over a week and its really starting to piss me off. Sex on Sunday was a little too Pretty Woman for me. LOL!

Smooches!

Sick

Hey guys, I got hit with some sickness this week and I haven't been at work the past two days. I shouldn't even be here now but I have a sick guilty feeling that dragged me here. My throat hurts, my head is constantly bombarded with headaches and I'm all kinds of congested. Bah!

Matt said he hasn't ever seen me this sick so you know we've been together almost 9 years so its been a while. I don't understand how I get such a sore throat when my tonsils were taken out 9 years ago? Ah well.

Latest news on the Re-re front: I was told to be nicer to him. I was called into my boss' office on Tuesday afternoon and he said he had a meeting with re-re. Said that Re-re feels I do not respect him and he doesn't understand why. My exact words, and I screamed this, were, "I don't fucking respect any idiot who can't do their job right after being here a year." And my boss just smiled. He knows. And basically I've been told to just be a little more courteous to him (which I can do) and Re-re will hang himself with all his fuck-ups eventually. Yeah right. I've been hearing that for months.

Anyway, so I'm sick, I'm being told to be nice, and I have to work almost all weekend so it should be a lovely day in my neighborhood. :)

I hope you all have a great weekend!
xoxoox