Trick or Treat

Kids are funny...trick or treat is funny...

Not really for the socially awkward. Grande plays basketball with some guys at a church on Thursday nights, so I am left to fend for myself...most nights it is me, some ravioli (or various other forms of pasta), and a weird foreign chick flick or Gilmore girl re-runs. However, tonight there was a lot more excitement...trick or treat...

The random stranger kids are fine, they ring the bell, take some candy (maybe mutter a thank you) and run off to the next house....but living in the type of neighborhood where Grande and I do (cue the memory of block parties, margarita parties -- "why does it smell like puke in here" -- those type of parties...), we know all of our direct neighbors, by direct I mean the entire freaking block.

Talking to people who I casually know is fine, but it is way more fine when Grande is around as a buffer. For those of you who know Grande, he is good looking and charming (but not in the sociopathic sort of way), so he is great to have around when talking to people. I on the other hand suffer from this freakish ability of social inability.

As a tiny child I hid behind my parents legs at social gatherings...during my late teens, early twenties I kind of went through an outgoing stage, but that seems to have left me in my late twenties. I have managed to somehow revert back to my introverted self. Which really most days is fine with me....except when I have to talk to some neighbors whom I don't know very well...there are awkward silences, strange pauses, and then the every more awkward good bye...then I am left to stand there questioning whether or not I made a complete jackass out of myself!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

good news...bad news...

C and Grande's BIG Move to Ithaca
UPDATE:

Grande received a job offer today...unfortunately it wasn't as much money as he was expecting...

So for now he is waiting to hear back from the other interview he went on.
Fingers still crossed.

Of course I still have no job...not even an offer...nothing...pathetic! Looks like I might end up being a 'stay at home girlfriend'! Bring on the bon-bons!!

redneck proof...

I never doubted that the grammatically incorrect co-worker was not a redneck, but somedays I did doubt the extent of her redneckishness. Well readers have no fear, she proved herself to be 100% white trash today!!

A friend of hers had a baby on Monday...while talking to another co-worker about the name of the baby, she (the grammatically incorrect co-worker) went on to talk about what she plans to name her trashy offspring....

In the footsteps of the white trash Goddess Britney Spears...the grammatically incorrect co-worker plans to name her son, Jayden. Spelled the same way and everything...

It was really hard for me to not say anything, so I added a sarcastic, awwww...just like Britney!!! That is so sweet...
The sarcasm was of course lost on my co-worker...she failed to see the humor in any part of the situation.
And of course to further her kids redneckishness...she plans to call him JD...where does the D come from you ask? Of course from his middle name of...wait for it...Scott?! Right, I have no idea either...but regardless her future kid will be called JD minus the initial D in his name.

oh my god, i am fucking old!

it is friday night, i am in sweats and a longsleeved teeshirt, doing my dishes at 6:30. as i was putting away the dry dishes i noticed some kids running up and down the street throwing a football...the first thought that came to my head (no freaking lie), was, "damn hooligans". what?! great i am like a cranky 90 year old man! getting old sucks...i shouldn't be thinking things like "damn hooligans" at my age.
i am not even 30 yet!

not dead...just busy

full time school, part time work that feels like full time work...it takes a lot out of me...
that and all my free time is devoted to doing nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing...except sitting on the couch cuddled with grande and the kitties watching mindless tv.

this past weekend i broke the news to my parents (and brother) that grande and i plan to move to upstate ny. they took the news well, my mom actually thought it was a good idea. it was strange, i expected a more dramatic reaction or at least one guilt trip, but no...they all just nodded and said it was probably good for us to move. huh?! as glad as i am that they aren't mad at me, it still seems strange that no one seemed to really be surprised.

grande leaves tonight for another job interview in upstate ny...yeah, fingers crossed. i hate being home alone...it makes me jumpy and nervous.

yesterday when i got into my car to drive into work the same song was playing as when i got out of my car the night before....different artists, same song. it was very weird...oh and i have to add that it was a dolly parton song...the first time it was on it was not dolly, but the second time it was. strange part is, is that the station i was listening to doesn't play music like dolly parton...so it wasn't just a song on their playlist or anything...

soon time for a meeting...arugh...whatever, it is rainy, damp and crappy, the last thing i want to do is sit in some boring meeting...oh well, at least it is thursday and i can have a margarita at lunch today!! :-)

I blame Disney....

I was just sitting here watching Gilmore Girls on the family channel when there was a preview for Disneys The Fox and the Hound, it is apparently coming out on some DVD special. That was when it hit me...it is Disneys fault that I cry at everything...the Fox and the Hound is a horribly sad movie....horribly, horribly sad, I am almost in tears sitting here thinking about it. Not too mention, Babmi, and Dumbo (doesn't the mom die?), and Finding Nemo (okay, so i never saw that movie, but i know that the mom fish does die)...the Lion King...
What the hell is wrong with Disney?! Why the hell do they kill off all the animals? It traumatized me as a child. I still may be traumatized by some repressed memories....cause really the commerical was very upsetting...

Anyway, Disney sucks.

math is a stupid fucking subject.

math has made me cry twice so far today...it makes me really angry.

Run/Walk

Yesterday I went running...about two blocks into it, I remembered that I HATE running. So I ended up walking for pretty much the entire time. I ran for a few blocks at a time, until I thought my lungs were going to explode...damn people mowing their lawns...the wheezing was really getting in the way of the running.

It is funny walking/running around the neighborhood. Normally I am on a bike, but since it was stolen, I can't really ride! Anyway, so walking/running is strange. I never know if it is polite to say hi to people you pass or to just stare ahead and continue on my path. I said hello to an elderly lady raking her leaves in the street and she looked like she was going to have a heart attack...I will remember to be louder when running up behind the elderly! I also noticed that some people have horribly tacky yard decorations. And what the hell is up with flags?! Not the patriotic type, but the ones that have kittens and flowers on them. Ick...they are really dreadful.

I was almost home when something horrible happened to me...first of all, I hate nature, I hate being outside most of the time, there are bugs and other scary things lurking around in the air. It was then that it happened, I almost stepped on a dead chipmunk! Oh yes a dead chipmunk...there he was...laying on the sidewalk, paws straight up in the air, dead chipmunk face staring at the sky. I screamed, like a little girl...shrieked, loudly! Then I did that little dance people do when they see something creepy, the one on their tiptoes...yep I was that idiot. Anyway, I can only assume that Alvin (or Simon or Theodore!) died from natural causes, it didn't look like there was any trauma to his chipmunk body...at least none that was visible to me in the instant where I saw him, jumped over him and looked back to make sure I hadn't just hallucinated him...

So I think from now on I will keep my exercise activities indoors, at least until my bike is found or I break down and buy a new one (which by the way you know as soon as I do that, mine will be found!!).

Proper English - not a guarantee to getting ahead!

So far today, it is 11:56 AM (est), the grammatically incorrect co-worker has said the following two sentences:

1) In a management meeting with all the managers in our building:
"I am done talking, I am not saying nothing more."

2) On the phone with a co-worker in another part of our company:
"He's still not speaking proper is he?"

I ask myself every day why she is the favorite?! Cause certainly, it can't be her English! ;-)

Also as a side note earlier she said to me in the kitchen, that she 'done' her laundry last night.
Wow...