Sometimes I totally forget that I have a blog. That’s probably a bad thing. They say you need to update regularly to have readers. I guess that explains my low traffic stats.

I’ve kind of lost my groove for some reason (maybe I should ask to borrow Stella’s). I’d love to say it’s because I’ve been so busy, but I haven’t. I’ve just been a real slack ass. I get off work, come home, throw something together for dinner, then hit the bed to watch the DVR. I can’t even make it through a full show before I am asleep.

I’ll just bullet some updates for now.

• My father is having quadruple by-pass heart surgery on Friday at the Veteran’s Hospital in Minneapolis.
• J.R. is going to school all day, and working until 10PM at night.
• I have to pick him up every night at 10PM on the weekdays, and midnight on the weekends.
• I had a phone interview on Monday for a job I want badly.
• I hate that it gets dark at 4:30PM.
• We need to get out camping and hiking soon

That’s about it. Hopefully I will snap out of this funk soon enough.

blogging, writers block, funk, slack ass

We were all robbed!

1.5 hours left, and they are are just dragging on and on. I just want to go home. Michael and I are going shopping tonight, and out for dinner, and I just want to be there doing that, and not here doing this.

I can’t wait for the future when I have an interstellar teleporter that I can just beam my ass to work and home whenever I want. That would rock. I wonder what that would feel like. Would it hurt?

teleportation

Okay what the hell? You just left me sitting out here wondering what the hell it is you want now. You left it open for me to decide, but when I gave it to you, you said it’s wrong. Why is it wrong?

You asked for my thoughts, and I gave them to you. Just because you don’t understand it, doesn’t make it wrong. And I have been more than willing to explain it to you except you don’t listen. You walk away mid-conversation, and you constantly interrupt me when I am talking.

You make it impossible to know what it is you want. I’m not chasing you around to try to talk to you. Stand still, shut your pie hole, and listen to me. You’re just rude.

manners, communication

Oh I hate when I go against my better judgment. I’ve been living on the motto, “Is it worth it? No? Then let it go” for months now, and it’s been working out perfectly for me. But the taunting got to me today, I’m only human.

I slipped up and responded to the taunts today, and now I could just kick myself for not listening to my head. The taunting is not going to go away, I just need to focus harder on ignoring it.

It’s like that commercial where the little baby knocks the mom on the head, “You could have had a V8!” BONK! That was me hitting myself on the forehead, DOH! I hate when I let myself down.

judgment, regrets

I am freezing. Shivering, and knees knocking freezing. Nose running freezing. Everyone in this office thinks that 60 degrees is the perfect working temperature. It’s 100 outside. I’m in a short sleeve shirt, and a skirt. I brought a sweater to wear, but I didn’t think to bring a parka and my sleeping bag to slip my legs into. Stupid me. I should know better. *eyeroll* It better warm up in here soon, or I don’t plan on getting any work done.

cold, freezing, temperature