A little overboard...

A school in Colorado banned the game "Tag" from their campus. You know, the game where you chase each other around and whoever gets tagged is "it." Stupid! I guess some kids were mad because they got chased around when they didn't want to play.

Wow. Is it really that serious? Just discipline the kids who aren't listening or who are bullying. Oh wait... no one is allowed to discipline anymore because that's "mean" or "abusive." Ha! The kids already don't get enough excercise as it is and now you won't let them chase after each other? What is the big deal? My goodness! We are churning out a bunch of wussy, complaining kids. That's all we are doing here.

Next thing you know they will be getting in trouble for looking at each other.... ridiculous...

Lightening things up...

A blonde walks into the library. She walks up to the counter, SLAMS a book down and screams at the librarian, - "This is the WORST book I've ever read!" "It has NO plot and far too many characters!"

The librarian looks up and calmly remarks - "So, you're the one who took our phone book..."

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FOOT IN MOUTH...UP TO THE KNEE! Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money or I'll shoot", the man shouted, "That's not what I said!" (Turns out, the witness was Blonde and didn't pick him!)

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In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed by stupidity, here are some actual label instructions found on consumer goods:

-On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping.
-On a bag of Fritos: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (The shoplifter special.)
-On a bar of Dial soap: Directions: Use like regular soap.
-On a Swann frozen dinners: Serving suggestion: Defrost. (But it's just a suggestion.)
-On Marks & Spencer bread pudding: Product will be hot after heating.
-On packaging for a Rowenta iron: Do not iron clothes on body.
-On Boot's children's cough medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."
-On Nytol sleep aid: Warning: May cause drowsiness.
-On a Japanese food processor: Not to be used for the other use. (I gotta admit, I'm curious.)
-On Sainsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts."
-On an American Airlines packet of peanuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."
-On a child's Superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." (I don't blame the company, I blame the parents for this one.) (HAHAHA!)
-On a Swedish chain saw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."

Recovering...

I'm trying to recover from the shock of what my sister did to me. I'm still flabbergasted about it. I've been sick to my stomach since yesterday. I hate this kind of drama because I just can't get it off of my mind. I wish I was the kind of person to just turn off and not let stuff affect me, but I'm not. I cannot help but let something like this get to me. Especially when it's coming from family.

I've decided not to confront her about it until after the Baby Shower because I just don't want the tension, stress, or drama. I'm already stressed enough about the shower. Actually, I'm seriously re-thinking whether I should even bring it up because I know that I'm just going to end up the bad guy as always, and I'm so sick of that. It is clear that I am no way in the wrong here, but somehow it will get turned around on me. It always does. I'm just sick of fighting these battles that I will never win. I have already been stereo-typed as the overdramatic one with the victim syndrome. That is so not the case, but there is no convincing my family of that.

Grr! I am so tired of the constant strife! This is why I am trying to get away, but no matter how far away I get, the family drama still follows. What am I supposed to do? Cut them off completely? The sad part is that the idea of cutting them out completely doesn't even hurt my feelings anymore. If anything, it brings a sense of relief.

The other thing bothering me immensely is that my I'm-sure-soon-to-be-ex-friend has the capability of believing that I would say awful things about her behind her back. That just makes me feel like she has never trusted me. Why even be my friend if you don't trust me? I have trusted that she has had my back and wasn't saying anything bad about me behind my back this entire time. I guess that's my problem: I trust people until they give me a reason not to. The funny thing is, I didn't realize that was a problem. I thought that was what made me a good person...

Labels...

Okay, I have started labeling my blogs with categories. So, if you want to jump to blogs that go under a certain category you can. The list of Labels is right under my Archives...

The best betrayal...

...is from family.

I had the pleasure of finding out today that my own sister almost single-handedly managed to ruin one of my best friendships. She told my friend... er maybe ex-friend (still not sure at this point) that I was saying awful things about her that I never said. In fact, the lies are the exact and utter opposite of what I said about her. Well, now the damage has been done and whether my friend believes that I said those lies or not, things are never going to be the same between us.

My sister knows that this person was one of two people in my life who was a actual good friend to me and yet has allowed herself to be the catalyst for the destruction of that great relationship. Aren't your family members supposed to be happy for you when you have a good friend? I never dreamed, even in my wildest nightmares, that my sister would want me to lose good people from my life.

I don't know what to believe anymore. Anyone want to take a kick while I'm down right now... here's your chance...

Best diaper cake ever!

Okay, this is not even finished yet, but I'm sure you can see just how awesome it's going to be. Woohoo! I rock!

Go Baby!

Good times...

So I've hung out with Mandy and her family for the last two weekends in a row and it's been nice. I always have a good time with Mandy though. It's just how we roll. lol. She totally messed up her knee, so we were limited on what we could do this past weekend, but we still managed to get out. It was enjoyable.

I also had dinner with Katie and Sandy, which was cool. I got in and got out with no drama. I like it like that. I think that is the good thing about not staying at my mom's. Then my mom and I met up on Saturday morning and went on a mad shopping spree to get stuff for the Baby Shower. We did really good. We got a lot done. Then we had a nice lunch, I dropped her off, and went back to Mandy's. Again, very nice and drama free. That's what I'm talking about. I think this is how it's going to have to be from now on in order for us all to have a happy, healthy, and civilized relationship. I'm down with that.

Last night I got home and started on the diaper cake for Sandy and I have to say it is coming out pretty freakin' awesome. I just don't know why God made me so darn talented. I'll post pic of what it looks like for now (it's not finished) later. It is already so cute. I hope Sandy loves it. She better love it because it took me an hour just to roll up the almost 100 freakin diapers it took to make the thing! This is going to be one awesome baby shower...

Nooooooo!

Perez Hilton has been saying that my future husband and Prison Break star, Wentworth Miller, is gay. I didn't want to believe it, despite the fact that Perez is ALWAYS right, but it looks like it's true.

Oh the humanity!

(I'm seriously holding back the tears right now.... What a waste of man!)

Oh what!?!

I cannot believe they let Lindsay off so easy. Paris went to jail for one DUI and driving under a suspended license. This heifer got caugh for TWO DUIs and cocaine possession. That is way worse than Paris, and she is only getting one freakin' day. What the heck? I almost wish Lindsay would have gotten Paris' judge. They should give 'em all Paris' judge. That guy was my hero...

When God shuts a door, He opens a window...

That is so cliche, I know, but it's so true at the same time. After Hurricane Fernando... er Dean... came through and all has settled, things are actually going to turn out better.

I should have been in the air right now on my way to Dallas and from there to Puerto Vallarta, but obviously I am not. Instead, we cancelled the trip. What is the point? The hurricane didn't really reach P. V., but we would have been stuck on the beach with a 100% chance of rain, sitting inside, watching tv, and NOT getting a tan. I could do that at home, so we decided to pull out. I was upset about the whole situation (Fernando being a jerk, it being his fault I was forced to go, Hurricane Dean hitting, and then only getting half of my money back on the hotel I booked), but what could I do.

Then I get a call from my mom. She was surfing around trying to see what flights we could potentially book in the future with the vouchers that they gave us for cancelling. She came across fabulous prices for Ireland. Well, we have been wanting to do Ireland desperately and we do have family there with whom we could stay for free. So, we decided on it. We are going to Ireland in early November. Woohoo! Score! Way better than Puerto Vallarta!

So now I'm totally--to put it the white boy way--stoked! I cannot wait! Not only are we doing Ireland, but Londan, England, as well!!!! Yes!!!! It's going to be fabulous!

Like my mom said, I guess there is a benefit to being the only single one of the sisters: I get to travel wherever I want to whenever I want to! Muahaha! This is so awesome! I have been so lucky in the past couple of years. Last year I had my dream trip to New York, which has thusfar been the best ever, and now I get to do my other dream trip of going to Ireland and England to see those beautiful countries and to meet my other family. I am one lucky girl. I cannot even complain right now.

=D

Stupid Hurricane Dean!

So Hurricane Dean is right on a path for Puerto Vallarta. Where am I supposed to be going this Thursday? Puerto Vallarta? What does that mean?

I can mean any number of things, including:

• The trip is not happening.
• Our flights are delayed either here or in Dallas.
• We get there, but sit in thunderstorms and sucky weather the whole time.

Those all sound rotten to me. Thank you, Fernando, for putting me in this freakin' situation in the first place!!!!

Only me!

UPDATE: I texted Fernando asking him if he feels bad about all this and he had the nerve to say No. Wowser. He really is an A-hole. Definitely not a friendship I am sorry to lose...

Wicked weekend....

OMG! Wicked (the musical) was so good! Mandy and I loved it. It was hysterical. It was clever. It was just good! I totally recommend it.

Our favorite character was Glinda the Good Witch. She was so funny. You gotta see it to know what I'm talking about, but just think of the blondest most self-absorbed valley girl on crack. She was great! We sat there and quoted her all weekend.

Saturday, I went to Angelica's baby shower. It was okay. It was funny to watch the guys playing the games. They are so freakin' competitive. They have to win. It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't matter what kind of prize they are getting. It's all about being the champ. LOL. Ay ay ay.

There were 3 different pregnant chicks there, Sandy included. What is with that? I can name at least 5 people right now that I know who are pregnant. What the H? Am I one of them? Nope. =( Sad day.... =)

Then that night Mandy, some of our boys, and I went to Yankee Doodle's for Mandy's b-day. I got to meet and sit down and talk with one of Mandy's co-workers, Juan, who was so awesome. I really like that guy. I definitely want to hang out with him again.

I got pretty buzzed, but not too drunk. Mandy on the other hand was totally out of it. She had fun though. I'm pretty positive that she had a great birthday weekend. I can say that I had a great weekend too....

So, "Mr F" has been calling everyone, but me since the BBQ. That's funny. Last time we kissed he called me the very next day and was already trying to make plans to hang out again. Not that I'm complaining... lol. Okay maybe my ego is a wee bit bruised. It's funny how even when you really aren't all that interested in someone, it still sucks when they aren't interested anymore or don't show it. That is so messed up, I know, but let's keep it real. We've all done that: Not liked someone who liked us, but then turned around and got mad when they started liking someone else... or something similar to that.

I guess it's not even that I don't like him back, it's just that I know it's not a good idea. I just don't trust the guy and I know I need to be with someone who has the same beliefs and ideas as me. I can't help, but enjoy the attention though. It makes a girl feel pretty. =) Now that it's not so readily available, I'm like, "wait a minute!" lol.

I think part of the reason is that he might have been getting the rejection vibes. Why would he call me when he could possibly get rejected? Or maybe he's just an A-hole. Either way, oh well... his problemo, not mine. I have a feeling that this is not the last time I will see him though, so I really need to make a concerted effort to not give into his charisma next time I see him, otherwise it's going to be makeout city again, because frankly I am a kissing whore. Unfortunately, in this case, if I allow him to kiss me, he thinks he has the upperhand. Negative.

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Got paid today and my raise was finally there! Yay! I got a fat check this time because of the raise and because of overtime that I worked. I am so happy because I needed that money for Puerto Vallarta, which is in one week and one day. Woohoo! Plus, there are still a few more odds and ends that I got to take care of for the baby shower, so the money will help with that too.

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Taking Mandy to see Wicked on Friday for her birthday, which happens to be today. It should be fun. We have both been wanting to see it really bad. Should be good. Can't wait. After I'm going to take her to dinner. I feel bad because normally everyone plans her this big affair, but no one has this year... bunch of immature, self-absorbed dummies. I swear. I didn't want to do any more planning (I've done enough with this baby shower), so I decided to come up with something she and I could do together without the large crowd. Wicked was the perfect thing. I hope she has a great time. I owe her after the whole Coach purse present for my birthday. Nothing is really topping that one...

Kisses and Bad Dreams...

So, this weekend was somewhat eventful. Liz had a BBQ and "Mr. F" was there. I tried my hardest not to allow myself to get close to him or let him flirt with me or be alone with him or get jealous when he was around a certain other female. For the most part it worked, but at the end of the night when I tried to duck out quickly, he ended up kissing me. What's bad is of course I enjoyed it (and I felt like I "won" because it was me and not her that he was kissing... muahaha!). Dang! lol. I mean, it's not like I don't like the guy and I'm not attracted to him, it's just that I know he is not right for me. It's just hard when you are in the moment.

After the BBQ, my boss and I decided to go to San Manuel casino and, of course, "Mr. F" and his friend came with. So, we get there and my boss and his friend take off to gamble and leave us alone together. Nothing happened. We just gambled a little (and lost) and then just walked around. He tried the whole massaging the neck thing a little and I sure did get a lot of looks from guys, which I think had to do with me looking so young standing next to this guy who is obviously hitting 40... hahaha! That was fun, but it surprisingly doesn't bother me too much.

Then we found my boss and his friend and while they sat next to each other playing the quarter slots, he and I stood back. Of course, out of their sight, he started caressing me (that sounds so bad, doesn't it? haha!) and then holding my hand. It was nice, but then it was uncomfortable. I really need to figure out a way to let him know that it's not going to happen. We are just not on the same page. He knows it though... I think it's the thrill of the chase and the fact that I'm--in his eyes at least--this "cute, young thing." I don't know. I guess I just need to not let myself get caught alone with him.

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Last night I had a very disturbing dream. I mean really weird! For the second time in a week, I dreamt I was pregnant with twins. At first it was kind of cool. I could feel where they were positioned in my belly. I could literally feel their movements. Then it gets disturbing. I'm sitting there and all of a sudden burp up what I think is food that didn't get chewed well enough. Instead of just spitting it out, I start chewing it up so that it will go down better. All of a sudden I reallize that I have burped up my babies and already chewed up one of them (killing it, obviously). I immediately start trying to swallow the second one so that it will get back in my belly where it will be safe, but it's too late. They are both dead.

OMG! It was so disturbing. First of all, I regurgitated my own babies and then I freakin ate one! Ew! Where in God's name did that dream come from? What kind of crap is that? I just remember feeling so aweful that I chewed up my own child and managed to kill both of them. Wow. It's sad and disgusting at the same time. It's "Mr. F's" fault! haha... just kidding.

Seriously though, that is one of the wildest most unsettling dreams I've ever had...Please don't ever let me have another dream like that...

By Myself

(Linkin Park)

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams?
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again

By myself
I ask why, but in my mindI find I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I
Turn my back I’m defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll
Take from me ‘till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
by myself [myself

I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself

How do you think I’ve lost so much
I'm so afraid that I'm out of touch
How do you expect... I will know what to do
When all I know
Is what you tell me to

Don’t you knowI can’t tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can’t seem to convince myself why
I’m stuck on the outside

Las Vegas

Okay, so it took me a while to blog about Vegas because I wanted to get over it first. Yes, I managed to get angry while in Vegas. Why? Because people were inconsiderate. I don't even want to get into the details of it, but of course it was two people who I had never traveled with before. I should have known. No one else besides them gave me a hard time, but everyone knows me--once stuff starts to go wrong I get irritated.

Well it wasn't all bad... I did get to go shopping and I won $354 on a Penny slot machine. Woohoo! I used part of my winnings to get myself a matching Coach wallet to go with my Coach purse. It's so cute. I looks like my purse had a little baby or something. =) I did have fun when I wasn't dealing with those two idiots.

The other plus about the trip was the resort. That place was off the chain!!!--from the staff to the room. I am so going to stay there EVERY time I go to Vegas. It was fabulous. I kept waiting for the catch (I only paid $90 a night for two rooms and a kitchen), but it never came. The resort was too perfect. They have me hooked for life...

This Latino couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although he was very much in love,couldn't wait to go into town and party with his old buddies, so he said to his wife:
"Preciosa, I'll be right back"
"Where are you going papi chulo? asked the wife.
"I'm going to the bar, Mamasita. I'm going to have a beer."
The wife says to him, "You want a beer, mi amor?"
Then she opens the door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer brands from 12 different countries:
"Mira papi, Germany, Holland, Japan, India"
The husband doesn't know what to do, and the only thing that he can think of saying is:
"Yes mi mujer linda.... but the bar... you know.... the frozen glass...."
He didn't finish the sentence, when the wife interrupts him by saying, "You want a frozen glass, mi precioso?" She takes a huge beer mug out of the freezer so frozen that she was getting chills holding it.
The husband, looking a bit pale says: "Yes, mi dulce, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious....I won't be long. I'll be right back. I promise, OK?"
"You want hors d'oeuvres, cariño...?" She opens the oven and takes out 15 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.
"But querida.....at the bar....you know....the swearing....the dirty words and all that"
"You want dirty words, mi macho hombre.....HERE, TOMA TU PINCHE CERVEZA IN YOUR FROZEN F **** COPA AND COMETE TUS PINCHE SNACKS, PORQUE YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE!!!!! GOT IT, PENDEJO......?!?!?!?"