I try not to say "hate"

But Insomnia.... - I really hate you. I do.

Asleep at 10:15. Awake at 1.

Asleep sometime around 1:15.

Up at 2:05.

The time is now 2:44.

Insomnia, I hate you.

Sinus issues causing me to have a massively sore throat, stuffy nose and overall feeling of crap. Not too fond of you either.

Sshhh... don't tell Mark, but I have a new LOVE!

Don't tell my husband.

Seriously.

I have a new love.

Actually 2.

Do you have CarMax where you live? If not, then you cannot share in my LOVE of them.

Why do I love them???

Because they are buying my old car. My old car with 150,000 miles. My old car that needs some serious help. That should happen on Monday.

And they are giving me a really good deal on my old car. WAY more than any dealership would.

So, that's my first new love.

Second new love? I refuse to jinx it. I will not talk about this new love until everything is said and done on Monday.

Let's just say my new love is blue. *doesn't* have 150k miles on it. and a few other gadgets and gizmos.

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In the midst of all the haggling and looking at vehicles yesterday, I said to Mark "wow..honey... this is our first major purchase together"

To which he responds, "ummm... didn't we buy a HOUSE??"

Yeah, I guess that's kinda major.

Bullies

I work with a bully.

An honest to goodness, I bet he may steal my lunch money tomorrow, BULLY.

And Friday, I was at the end of his bulliness. And I wasn't even there. Apparantly I was the topic of conversation. Why? Becuase my boss sent out an email complimenting me about a huge project I was working on and how well it went.

and in his typical bully insecurity, he went all bully on me - except I wasn't there on Friday. I got a phone call that he was talking smack about me. I thanked the friend who called me to tell me, but it hurt to hear.

THis bully completely discounted all my hard work. MONTHS of hard work. Months of 6, 7, 8, 9pm conference calls. Months of working on weekends. I have never asked for any credit. Never asked for anything. I just ask that you do your job and I do mine.

But he told someone that I have been "strolling around acting like Queen of the World" and pretending that this project was "all me".

The set-up was all me. The implementaiton was all me. But the execution of it - was a team effort. I never denied that. That's what I do. I set stuff up for other people to succeed off of.

And this bully (and I am not the only one he bullies) went and discounted it.

My boss says I should say something to him. Problem is? I don't like bullies. I don't know how to confornt them without being all emotional.

So, I'm just going to walk away from this and let him win. This one time.

He's young - actually my age - but hasn't been in the professional workforce very long. Prior to here, he worked somewehre for 3 or 4 months and before that, was a high school football coach. Not to discount coaches, but that's very different than the corporate world. VERY.

So if he does it again, I will confront him about that issue. THis one is dead to me. It has to be.

I hate to walk away from this, but I just can't confront him. Partly because I hate bullies. Partly because in a wierd way, I am scared of bullies...but mostly, I don't want him to know he got to me.

Who would have thunk that in my 30's, I'd be dealing with this?


Please think good thoughts that he doesn't push me down on the playground, steal my milk money and take the twinkie my mom packs me for lunch.

What to write about?

I read on a blog last week - someone asked had blogging "jumped the shark"? iF you don't know the whole theory behind "jumping the shark" - then click and read. It's actually quite fun to read about.

anyhow, I look back to when I started this a year or so ago and either I was more infatuated with blogging or I had more stuff to write about. Maybe it was because I was dating, and then the engagement and then the wedding planning and let's not forget changing jobs AND buying a house?!? (holy crap, that was a busy year for me)

So, I feel guilty, here's this outlet for me. Something I can write about whatever in, and yet I don't have much to write about. Do you want to hear about me and my long ass commute? Nope. How about my neighbors...again? Hah. I don't even want to write about that. Do you want to hear about me and Mark? Please...how fun is that? (although I watched an episode of Everybody Loves Raym0nd the other night - we are just like Ray and his wife. Bicker bicker bicker. Love, love, love)

I feel guilty because I don't write. Becuase I bet it would help me feel better and less stressed. And yet, I don't. I feel bad because I go to all these fabulous blogs and they write beautiful eloquent stuff and I write about stupid stuff.

I want to write about this journey we have now officially started. But that frightens me. Do I talk about it? If so, how much? Will I be jinxing it if I do? I have so much to say about it.... but am afraid (which is not the best word for it) to write about it.

So, that being said (and I know I just wrote like 5 paragraphs of NOTHING), I have no idea what the next few weeks, months will bring.

Hope I don't bore you too much. And if I do, it's okay. I pretty much bore the hell out of myself.

Love y'all!

p.s. - oh and dear mother nature (or whoever is responsible for me getting these GINORMOUS zits - please...give some pity to me. Please????)

p.s.s. - We need to go and show some love to a fellow blogger. I have no idea how I ended up at her blog, but I did. And she needs some bloggy love. More than there are words for.

Shaking My Head

Sweetie....

Please, get some help. Please. For the love of all that is good in life....get some help.

This is so far beyond funny, its even beyond sad now.

Just please, get some help.

Math, Round Heads, What will NEVER be the name of our child and Yall Need Glasses

Seriously - every single one of you needs glasses. But I love y'all. I really do. Thanks for boosting a gal's ego. My actual point was not that I chew cud and moo for communicating but that when I look at a photo, I see a totally different me than when I see a mirror.
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Comments overheard tonight from Mark while he was watching coverage of this caucus crap:
"Man, that guy has a PERFECTLY round head - but he isn't fat. How is that possible?"
"That guy is one big brown blob" (guy had a brown shirt, brown tie, brown jacket, brown hair, brown eyes and a fake brown tan)
"Honey, I can concentrate better on the election stuff when you rub my neck" (GAG GAG GAG -means I had to sit and watch with him)
"31 minus 23 is how much? Eight? Ok...." (Counting up differences between 2 candidates)
"Are you sure 31 minus 23 is eight? Ok....Remember that."
"How does someone's head get THAT round??"
"Ooooh...that reporter's name is Major. We should name our child Major. Major '13 letter last name' sounds good. Oh wait - No.... Sergeant '13 letter last name' sounds WAY better. Wow. He'd NEVER get beat up. We are naming our son Sergeant."
"Look, he's ahead by 9. Oh wait...no, that's still 8"
"This doesn't qualify as snuggle time?"
"Don't you like rubbing my legs? How about my feet?"

Sadly. I wish I were over-exaggerating on these. But no. All Direct Quotes. Each one of them.

Merry Belated Christmas

Out of all the gifts to receive, this could be the very best one.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Misc Stuff

This really is neat.

I've watched it 3 times already this morning
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Santa got me this for Christmas. I have never been so excited about a Christmas gift. I have wanted one for years. I have always watched the info-mercial and never pulled the trigger on buying one.

I will be experimenting with it tomorrow and on Tuesday. I must try the Chocolate Mousse', dicing onions, margaritas and MORE!!!!!
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