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I am sure some, OR most of you watch Teen Mom right? As you should know, it’s the final season of Teen Mom, the “cast” is Farrah, Maci, Catelyn and Amber. I really do like this series, mostly because it’s full of drama. However when I am watching it, I find myself being pretty judgmental. It’s a little hard not to be when they show Maci taking Bentley to swim lessons and trying to go to school and work, while they show Amber in rehab. It’s not hard to take sides. I side with the majority of Teen mom’s audience when I say:
I respect and admire Maci
I don’t think Amber will ever change, she’s awesome at blaming everyone else for her own problems.
Catelynn and Tyler are legit and made a good decision with adoption.
Now we will spend this post analyzing my utter hatred for Farrah.
Farrah… oh Farrah.
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For some reason I always think I have judges her to harshly when the season end. I always try and give her chances, that is what makes me so mad, she’s so good at proving me wrong time and time again. Mostly just when that one episode aired that her mom had hit her, I thought I needed to reevaluate how she was raised and why she acts like a spoiled brat, who will never have a friend. When you see how dysfunctional Farrah’s Parents Debra and Michael are with each other and her, you can see why Farrah is always going to be a disaster. She is stuck up, ungrateful, and has horrible communication issues. She can’t say thank you, expects everything to be handed to her, and when she TOLD her dad (she did not ask) that he was driving all her things to FL while she flew, I about lost it. Somehow I kept myself poised through that episode. Let me say this: I don’t think Farrah is a bad mom, from what I see. I do think that she will raise Sofia to act just like she does. Also Farrah throws tantrums as bad as Sofia does.
Anyway, this season Farrah has moved to Florida. I assume she is living off her parents money, because she only had a job for a minute and a half. Even when she was supposed to be separated from her parents she lived in their rental home, which was insanely nice. She didn’t have to pay rent, and still lived 100% off her parents. They watch Sofia more often then not. Now that she’s moved from their home, I still think that her parents must have bought all her furniture in Florida, because it’s not “college student”/“single, struggling mom” furniture right? Plus how is she affording tuition and housing and daycare? i am still betting on her parents money.
It wouldn’t drive me so batty that she lives off her parents if she didn’t do things like...
Farrah went into the pet store to buy a 10 CENT fish with (assumed) her mom’s credit card. She decided that instead she would walk out with a french bulldog. A FRENCH BULLDOG! French bulldogs are NOT cheap! Anywhere between $1500- $5000. They have tons of health problems like hip dysplasia, breathing disorders, cherry eye, and wrinkle infections. They require baths often and every night you must wash out their wrinkles with baby wipes. I know this because I have a bulldog. Mine is an english bulldog, but they’re very similar. I know this because more than anything I want a French Bulldog to join our family. I have been looking at them online and at rescues for the past year. I have insurance on my bulldog, because she gets hurt and needs extra care. I buy her special food, because bulldogs don’t digest well. Shia (my bulldog) is as much work as a child. Let me remind you of this FARRAH GAVE AWAY her last dog, because “it was hyper”. What makes her think she can take care of one of the most high maintenance breeds on the planet if she couldn’t put up with a hyper puppy? She never even got around to potty training the other dog, she just put diapers on it because she didn’t have time. Now her poor new dog has no idea the life it’s just been dealt. I highly doubt Farrah will keep this dog either, and it will probably end up with another “friend” or a family member. Can you tell I am worked up? I am getting steamy ears just thinking about that episode.
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I am a very passive person. I hate confrontation, but I think if I saw Farrah in real life, I’d have my first ever confrontation. Maybe even pull a little hair. We’re probably the same age, so it’s a fair fight. I just hate that she walked into that store for a FISH and came out with a FRENCH BULLDOG. She wanted a fish as she tells the worker, because she couldn’t handle her last dog. UGH! I seriously am about ready to head to FL and steal a frenchie.
Farrah grinds my gears.
Jun 26, 2012
- -Jared and I will most likely never go to bed at the same time, and no matter how many blogs out there say this is bad. I don’t believe it.
- - Just because you’re married, you do not really have to be domestic, and learn to cook.
- - When you’re married, doing laundry for 2 is TWICE as much as before.
- - It’s fine to stay at home on a Friday night.
- - It’s not any less fun to hang out with your single friends.
- - Not everyone smells good in the morning.
- - It is INCREDIBLY awesome to have someone sit through the pain of doing taxes with you.
- - When there are 2 of you, it’s way easier to have a messy room. EVEN more so with a big bulldog.
- - Don’t read too much into what other people think makes up the perfect marriage, because every person is different SO every marriage will be different.
- - When you have a husband, you have a partner in crime.
Jun 25, 2012
I have this weird thing I do. I create names for everything, most people name their dogs, and I also named my dog but on top of that I named my kidney. Usually when and organ or a thing become a pest is when they receive their names. On the other hand there are some objects like a car that I think everyone should name. I personally feel that if you name your car, you have a better bond and it is less likely to explode or implode while you’re casually driving along. Yes, I am also terrified of that really happening.
I named my kidney Ralph. Ralph got his name because one time in high school, I had a kidney infection, and I felt like when I was healing that I needed to let Ralph know that I really was taking all my antibiotics so he would heal. I needed to talk to him through the infection, or else he would have thought he was a goner.
I have a recurring stress cold sore. It’s really gross, I know, but when I get really stressed out OR when the weather drastically changes I get a cold sore. Same spot each time. I named him Lupert. When you have a hideous cold sore on your face there is nothing worse, because you can’t put make up on it, and you need to constantly put abreva on it, so not only are you NOT hiding it, you’re totally drawing attention to it. I decided to name Lupert and introduce him to my friends and family, that way when he hung out with us for 2 weeks. They’d be less disgusted to see he was still there. Now he is kind of like a relative from out of town.
Linus is my car. I named Linus, because as I stated before I am terrified he will magically explode, and so when I am driving home (no joke) I talk to him. We chat about traffic, sometime I am asking if he has a flat tire or if it’s just the road. It took a while for me to trust Linus, since my last vehicle Vern let his tire fly off on the freeway, Vern and I had a really shaky relationship after that. So much so, that I had to sell him.
I named my stomach Otis. I have tons of stomach issues including horrible cramping, so now I can sit there while I’m up at night with stomach pains, and just let Otis know I’m awake too, he’s not the only one affected. Sometimes I just smother Otis with a heating pad, and punch him. I really do actually reprimand my stomach, by squeezing him. Not punching, but he needs to know it’s not cool.
I have several other object/ organs that I have named. I once had a friend tell me that he thought we could have a whole conversation with things I have named, and it would sound like code. It kind of is code I guess? What about you guys? Do you name your kidneys?
Jun 22, 2012
Can I just say I am glad this week is over.. well okay I still have like 5 1/2 hours left at work, but basically it’s over. This week I started my new job here, and it’s been challenging. I went to the same place and had a very set routine for the past 4 years. So to jump into a new job and have new responsibilities, and lots to learn it’s very overwhelming. I am catching on fast, and REALLY enjoy everyone that I work with.
Why must you really go off an hour earlier than you used to? I know that I set you, and made you do this. It still isn’t fair though. Stop singing at me.
Now you get to sleep an hour later than me. This really make me resent you a little bit. You know how much I enjoy sleeping don’t you?! You lay there all cuddled up with Shia and it kills me. It’s really hard to crawl out of bed all alone.
I am sick of you being so heavy. You need to go and work out, so that I don’t feel like you’re covering my entire eye ball all day long.
Thanks for training me, also thank you for having a baby so I could take over. I was just wondering if you’d want to come back after having the baby, because I really like working with you and I think most people like to work right after they have their first baby. :)
I love when I open my fridge and see a nice cold Dr. Pepper hanging out in there. My most favorite drink of them all. You make my mornings far less dreary.
Hot Hot Heating Pad,
I think I am addicted to you. Sometimes I fall asleep with you on my belly or back, and then when you automatically turn off, I instantly wake up. Now even when my Otis (tummy’s name) doesn’t hurt I still like to sleep with you. It’s probably one of those episodes of “strange addiction” all over again.
I cannot wait to jump inside of you. I need you.
I am going to be better at tweeting next week, I really promise.
Commentaries on yesterdays post,
I am not an Ogre. Well only sometimes. I did really clip my toe nails today, because I was embarrassed of the photos that are now publicly displayed all over the world wide web. I didn’t get a chance to repaint the devils toe nails yet though. no more judgments please.
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Anyway, I leave right on time and get to the office with 3 minutes to spare. I work on the 4th floor, and there is an elevator to get up there. However, to get to any floor you need a specific badge. I thought you just needed a badge to get on the elevator, not choose a floor. So I get on the elevator, and I had like 3 bags in my hand, my phone, my purse and my keys. I ask the guy, if he will push “4” for me. He is like you need a badge. I thought he was just being an unneeded jerk. I explain to him it’s my first day, and they’re supposed to have my badge ready at the office. He just repeats “you need a badge”. I was like okay jerk. So we are on the 2nd floor and I realize I can’t push 4, so I go ask the 2nd floor secretary if she has a magical badge that can get me up to the 4th floor. She seriously looked at me like I was going to destroy her life by asking this. She kind of whispered, and was like no, you need to go back down. I was already in the middle of my “it's my first day” story, and she just keeps saying louder and louder. You need to go back down the elevator. Apparently you don’t need a magic badge to go down. So I go back down the elevator and go to the main lobby. No one is there. The office building is just starting to fill up. I call the only phone number I have for my new company and it goes to voicemail. Its like 20 after at this point, and I am starting to freak out thinking my new employer will think I am just this late on my first day. I tote all my luggage (laptop, iPad, purse, and other new office crap) out to my car and call Jared. I am kind of in panic mode at this point, and really just want to drive home and crawl back into bed. Wake up again and start all over. A random number calls me after I sit and vent to Jared, and I answer. It’s my new boss. He tells me, he’s sorry and he will meet me at the lobby. I decide to play it cool and not bring in all my luggage this time. I get inside, and don’t see him. I sit in the way too big lobby chairs, and just sit. I was thinking, “Isn’t he supposed to be in here?” So after about 5 minutes, I call the random number back and hear his voice somewhere in the ginormous lobby, “Hello?” I replied, “I hear you, but don’t see you”. He had been sitting on the other side of the lobby (separated by elevators). I was relieved to see him. I was ready to go UP to the 4th floor. Finally, he hands me my magic badge, and I’m official. I can go UP the elevator now, not just down!
Other than that my first day was really awesome. I was just training, and learning from the girl that I am replacing. I wish she was staying, because she and I really vibed well. But if she were staying, I wouldn’t have this job, so I guess I don’t wish that.
Jun 17, 2012
My dad is a manly social butterfly and I don’t think he’s ever had one enemy his entire life. Everyone who meets him loves him. My friends usually are more excited to talk to my dad, and hang out with him then me. I understand why though, I've never lit my brother's head on fire. My dad is always positive, and happy. Especially when he is hanging out with his weiner dogs, or his ginormous salt water tank. He even names all his fish. Okay, maybe I help name the. I don’t think my dad will ever grow up, and I hope he doesn’t. What’s the fun in being a grown up?? I look up to my dad a lot! I always have hoped that I turn out like him, and I try to take note of everything he does, so I can do it too. Except the chronic back problems.. ;) Now that I won’t be working with him, I really am going to miss seeing him every day, hanging out with him on our lunch breaks, driving him to get his truck fixed every other day, bonding over breaking bad and hearing his stories which are probably as embellished as mine.
Jun 14, 2012
BAM! If I left you out, it was only because the exact right questions wasn't asked, and it's neither of our faults. A good link-up ladies, props to you! Join the fun!
Jun 12, 2012
So my friends. Picture me in my viking attire… then I growl out you:
AND you can link up with us for the next 7 days! So get yo' butts home, get in your closets and start filming. That's an order.
P.S. DONT FORGET our Vlog link-up goes live tomorrow. Where we are all showing off what is inside our closets! Make your video tonight, and link-up. It's going to be tons of fun! I was already sharing with Justyn our videos are freaking hilarious. I can't wait to see what is inside your closet!
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The lovely ladies that don't know I am here to crash their parties.