Need I Say More

Someone told me I needed some pictures on my blog. Here is one of many reasons to love the UK!

Time's Up

Do you ever feel things happen for a reason? This time of the year makes me think about the people that I love and those I miss. Because my life is so busy I don't normally take the time to appreciate my feelings for someone. I think everyone does this one time or another. There is always an excuse. My time is up. No more excuses.

I grew up in a military town on the east coast of NC. It was hard to keep friends there because one of the 'perks' of being in the military is moving from base to base and once you got to know someone they were gone. I am laughing to myself right now thinking of the things my best friend Tracy Baker and I used to do in middle school. I was lucky enough to find a friend in Jacksonville that hung around for a while. We would save every penny we could from doing summer chores and go school shopping together. We would buy the same exact outfits down the the accessories and would plan which days we would wear that outfit. I drank my first beer in Tracy's bedroom and believe me we had more than one. I got caught drinking for the first time with Tracy. Not in the actual act, but we were both so sick the next day my parents knew what we had done. We would play dress up and do before and after pictures. As we got older we shared stories about boyfriends and cried on each other's shoulders. In college we kept in touch the best we could but we had the type of relationship that time didn't matter. We were able to pick right back up from the last time we talked. She moved to Washington State to be with her then husband and landed a great job. I would hear from her occasionally and then for some reason we lost touch. One day I checked my Yahoo mail (which I hardly do) and I had an email from her. She had found me on classmates.com. We chatted for a few days and got back up to speed. That is the part that happened for a reason. About a week later I came to work and found an email in my inbox from Tracy's sister asking if I was the Rachel that Tracy went to school with. She asked if it was me to email her back immediately because she had important news. Tracy was gone, she died suddenly of heart failure. If it wasn't for Tracy finding me the couple weeks before I probably would of never known she was gone. I would of never talked to her again. Can you imagine? I guess my point is... If you love someone, tell them you do! If you are mad at someone, reconcile those feelings! If you haven't talked to your best friend in a long time, call!

Just My Size

I have always struggled with my weight. Of course, I have dealt with mean schoolchildren and self esteem issues. As you probably know, specialty stores exist for the curvy woman and I have frequently visited those stores because I haven't had the luxury of buying clothing from places most take for granted. This is not about me though or how I loathe the existence of specialty stores. This is about my dog Dylan. I went to Target this weekend and did some Christmas shopping. While there I went to the pet aisle for some treats and a few dog collars caught my eye. Yes, anything sparkly will catch my eye and may cause a brief moment of distraction. Let me back up. My dog Dylan is a girl, a plus size curvy girl. She takes after her mommy. Really she is just made that way (big boned is the excuse I often use). Because of her boyish name and common look she is always confused as a boy. Since she has been a puppy I have bought her 'girly' dog collars. First, I just like girly stuff and then I have to do it so maybe people meeting my dog for the first time will know she is a girl without me having to explain the Dylan thing (and why this matters I don't know). I picked up two collars: one was 'hot' pink shiny leather with a pink leather bow and the other was light pink patent leather with rhinestones. Both were cute and I had a hard time choosing which to buy her. I decided on the light pink and tried to find her size, L or XL, and to my dismay could not find that size. So, I looked for her size in the hot pink. No luck! I would say for each style there were at least 10 on each hook for sale. A light went off, it dawned on me! I will have to buy Dylan's collar at a specialty store if she wants to be in style or girly. Such a shame. I have not shared this with her yet in hopes not to crush her self esteem.

Ten Cents and a Slushee

Due to the fabulousness that is called my bed I was running late for work this morning. Once I got out to start my car I noticed I was low on gas and there was no way I could make it work so I would have to stop on the way in. After gassing up I got the basic gas station breakfast: muffin, banana, and XL coffee. Keep in mind, I am making coffee like a mad woman and swiping up the muffin instead of browsing for anything new because I was running late for work. I get in line to pay and then....it happened. The guy in front of me was arguing with the cashier about his slushee being $1.09 instead of $1.19. Yes I said, it he was arguing for 5 minutes over 10 cents. Are you kidding me? First of all the cashier does not give a crap that you are potentially paying the wrong price for a slushee at a gas station. Second of all, I have to be at work and so does everyone in line behind you jackass. Let's figure this out. Let's say one person in line makes minimum wage, $6.15 an hour(about .10 a minute). They are owed .50. I know for a fact that the lady behind the counter makes more than minimum wage because they are hiring and have their cashier pay posted on the front door at 10.15 an hour. He owes her .85. Based upon my calculations he would owe me 1.57. And let's just say the other 3 people in line average out at 3.00 based on my previous calculations. This jerk owes 6 people in Raleigh, NC $5.92 for the time he wasted this morning over .10 and a slushee.

Manster

I love spammers. If you think about it they are fulfilling my dream of doing nothing. I first became intrigued with spam because I worked for a software company that made a server based anti-spam software. As a sales person you have to know why and how your software works and I started tearing spam apart to figure out how our software deemed it as spam. Now I sell different software so I am not as obsessed but as I mentioned in a previous post I still enjoy the occasional giggle and partake in the office spam of the day. Today we will discuss Manster. This particular spam did not have a title. It was a feeble attempt at pretending to be a RE: to one of my emails without a subject. Below is the body of the spam. Definitely an eye catcher.


"Do you believe in miracles? We dare say you're likely to give a negative answer.We hadn't believed, either...until the moment Manster was invented.The action of this remedy on a male cock cannot be called otherwise than a Miracle.Only fancy, that your meat stick suddenly becomes longer and thicker and makes women tremble with desire!It's fabulous."


I must admit Manster is a pretty good product name. If I were a 'small' man I may just jump on the chance to buy something with such a 'large' name.

"I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January."

One thing I hate is as an adult I seem to over-analyze everything. While watching TV Guide last night I saw the entry showing Charlie Brown Christmas coming on at 8 and excitedly turned to my husband to let him know. It was a "special" entry on the TV Guide channel so it showed at the beginning of the channel listings and had snow all around the box that showcased "Charlie Brown Christmas" and the description. Myself, and I am sure any American that has watched holiday TV since 1965 does not need a description to tell you about Charlie Brown Christmas but here is how TV Guide described it, 'Charlie bemoans the commercialization of Christmas' and in a nutshell that is what the show is about. As a kid you never stop to think what a cartoon is about. If you were to ask me 25 years ago what does Charlie Brown Christmas mean I would probably be picking my nose and mutter one word, Snoopy. I loved Snoopy! Anyway, that's my point, as of yesterday at 8pm Charlie Brown Christmas has been ruined. After seeing the description I started laughing because it was ironic that Charlie was upset about the commercialization of Christmas. The simple fact that Charlie Brown Christmas appeared on the TV Guide as a featured show of the 8 o'clock slot, jazzed up with it's digital snow is hilarious. I wonder what Charlie Brown would think of that? WWCBD?

As I mentioned above, it was ruined from the beginning. I paid more attention to every word, action, and movement of every character. About half way thru the kids are standing outside and it starts snowing. Everyone was catching snowflakes on their tongue and Lucy was not participating and when asked why says 'I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January.' Does a little kid actually think that? No way! After thinking about it I felt the statement could obviously be taken many ways. Here are a few of my thoughts: Is Lucy a flat out bitch and hating on December for no reason? Or is she smart and know something we don't? Does the first snow in December have more acidity and it needs to cycle out making January snows much more tongue friendly? Does January snow have Vodka in it? Discuss.

Dream of Doing Nothing

I just watched a show on E! about the top 20 most intriguing billionaire heiresses’ (which by the way pisses me off cause I guess if you are not intriguing or hot you would not make the list – then again, who would want to watch a top 20 show on E! about the top 20 ugly ass millionaire heiresses’). Of course gracing the list were the Hilton sisters but I found the number 1 heiress to be much more interesting. Her name is Vanisha Mittal Bhatia and is the daughter of steel mogul Lakshmi Mittal. Her wedding in 2004 is reported to be the most expensive wedding ever at 55 million! WTF???? I have a hard enough time making ends meet every month and Vanisha is celebrating marriage by spending more money than my entire family could think of earning in a lifetime.

My dream of doing nothing doesn't really involve nothing. There is no way that I could sit home for days upon end with nothing to do. I would sure be a mess in about a week. I was watching Elf last night and I was jealous of the character that Will Ferrell plays. He gets to leave his bum job making Etch a Sketches at the North Pole for an adventure in New York City looking for his estranged dad. Besides that he knows Santa Clause! I am not saying I want to wear a leotard and wander thru the cold streets of NYC but I sure would like to visit this time of year. Just thinking about the Christmas tree in Rockefeller center when it is snowing gives me butterflies in my stomach. I wanna leave my job selling software and just look around. I want to look around Europe, especially the UK. I want to be involved in my community. I want to be able to give to those in need. I want to pay my bills without worrying about it. I want to take a nap when I want. I want to go to cosmetology school. I think the only way this could all happen is by winning the lottery. Considering I hardly ever play, the odds are this will all remain a dream....