My brain has died…

Although I have not been as active about updating my blog as I would like to be, I really do have a good excuse.  I have been working like a maniac lately and haven’t had time for such simple pleasures as doing my laundry, cooking decent meals, you know, the stuff in life that one might look forward to!  My department has been working for a year on our new website and we are launching tomorrow (we hope).  So, I have been eating and sleeping website… 

Anywho, I am excited to announce that I am applying for a position on one of my favorite blogs and the application is due this week.  I am competing with like a zillion people who want to also participate, but I am really going to work my ass off to see if I can’t at least be picked as a top contender!  I would tell you where it is…but I don’t need any extra competition!  More on that later!

Updates wise, I wish I had more to discuss.  Other than working and sleeping, I haven’t been up to much.  There is the eternal house search that never seems to end.  We have basically stopped looking since loosing our top choice house due to the stupidity of our realtor.  TR and I are so committed to this one particular house that we have decided to wait until it officially closes escrow before we start seriously looking for something else.  So far, it is taking a very long time to close so we hope that means we get a second chance at it. 

In the mean time we are looking for a new rental property.  Such a pain to move, but this place has become too much for me to tolerate.  I thought it would be so fun to live in a cute little bungalow in a historic district….hmmm, not so much.  Let me just tell you that dust is an ongoing battle in this place.  It was built in the 1920′s and still has the original wood floors.  While they have been refinished, it clearly was not a professional job.  All of the cracks between the boards that should be sealed are, well, not.  So, when we walk around the dust that has settled between the boards comes loose and sort of spreads about.  I mean, I can’t see the dust coming out, but this is my theory.  Also, nothing is sealed properly, the doors, the windows, none of it.  Our bills are crazy expensive because we are basically just heating and cooling the great outdoors!  Fantastic!  So, long story short, we are looking to move.

I know I promised a dog post, but that would require me to go find the camera, get some cute pictures together…blah, blah, blah…how about next time.

I’m off to start my blog entry for the contest and then work for the rest of the night!  Oh joy!

So, I clearly suck at blogging!

Yeah, I was optimistic at first, I said I was going to start this blog and really tell the world a piece of my mind.  You know, anyone who stumbled upon this teeny little page, they were sure gonna get an earful of my opinions and whatnot….but then I started to realize something.  I am SO not about the follow through in life.  Basically, I talk a big game, pretty much about everything…and then I totally wuss out.  Examples of this you ask?  Here are a few of the more prominent:

Example #1:  Working out (Ever)

This has been a lifelong cop-out on my part.  I get all jacked up about getting “back in shape” and really ”hitting the gym with a vengance” and I do, for about a week.  I get all geared up about healthy living and eating right and fitness in general.  Now, if you have known me for a while, you might be aware of the fact that I have been generally pretty blessed in the fitness department.  Not to toot my own horn or whatever, but I didn’t grow up as a chunky kid or have to work at my weight in any way.  I was just a normal average kid who could eat whatever and stay the same.  Even puberty didn’t really change that.  I was born with a bubble butt, but hell, who can complain about that?  It wasn’t until the end of college or my foray into Corporate America that I really started having to take a close look at my weight.  Now that I sit at work all day, I have really packed on some unwanted pounds.  Too bad I don’t seem to have much follow through in the whole excercise department…perhaps one day!

Example #2:  Ultimatums (of any kind)

The main ultimatum of my life is unfortunatley geared towards my beloved.  Poor TR, assaulted on a near monthly basis about getting married.  I never wanted to be that way you know….matter of fact, I am not really all that jacked up about wanting to be married.  Being married is so OLD sounding!  No offense to my married friends, but I like having a boyfriend and not a husband.  It feels so carefree and easy to have a boyfriend.  Plus, I think I would rather vomit than use the word fiance!  Gag!  What it boils down to is this: Its a control thing.  I want something (could be anything really) and if TR says no, I gotta have it.  I am the Queen of Fake Ultimatums.  I mean, they aren’t fake when I issue them, but since I pretty much always wuss out on my threats, they really are pointless.  Don’t get me wrong here, I don’t threaten to leave him, I would never do that, not after eight damn years training that trophy!  Gimme a break, I threaten other things, things that are precious to a man…no need to elaborate.  Never the less, I always fail to follow through, so I issue only empty, if not pathetic little threats that at this point TR must see as vaguely ammusing (or irritating, depending on the day).

Example #3:  Financial Bliss (hahahah)

Yes, if money were water I would drink the ocean dry!  I can’t help it (or don’t particularly want to), I burn through money like it’s my job.  I like to buy things for myself, for others, ect.  Perhaps it is a product of growing up on the tight-budgeted side, perhaps it is a genetic marker that I inherited and really have no control over whatsoever (that’s my personal take on the matter).  Who knows?  Now, I would like to clarify that I am not what I would consider a wasteful spender.  I don’t think that I blow a lot of cash on stupid things.  I don’t buy crap just for the sake of buying crap.  I also don’t make a ton of money, so it isn’t that difficult to run through my stash.  However, I have seen how the other half (more actually) of the world lives.  I have lived in the African bush and have seen real and true poverty, the likes of which would make most people weep.  Yet, I still seem to be unable to manage my own paltry funds.  What the hell?  I try and I try, albeit in small spurts.  But seriously, this is an area that I really should be making more of an effort in. 

While there are so many other examples in my life that clearly represent my general lack of personal follow through…these are the glaringly obvious.  In a general sense of the word, perhaps I am just lazy.  Maybe I don’t have any moxy.  What I think it is this: I am a big flake.  I subscribe to the laissezfaire school of thought.  I want to promise myself that I will be better about this blog.  I want to promise myself that I will be better at a lot of the little things that are my life…but what the hell, I’m only human! 

Plan on another post soon….or don’t.  No pressure!

Alas, It Has Begun

I have finally made the leap into writing for the (potential) amusement of the world.  Long requested by those close to me, I should now like to introduce you into the annals of my life.  What should you expect from me?  A brief yet compelling list:

1. Profanity: life cannot be discussed in clean language. I will however, occasionally appoligize for my dirty mouth.
2. A good time (no, not that kind of good time), I just hope I am fun to read.
3. Mundane life events made into molehills for the sake of discussion.
4. Complaining, apparently one of my finest skills.
5. Many, many, many stories both current and old. I can’t help it, I’m a giver.

Granted, this post may not exactly be rocking your world, but sheesh…gimme some time!

***update: Apparently some of us are not quite up-to-date on the English language and may have read the above term “annals of my life” as “ANALS on my life.”  I would like to assure all those who may read this, I am not inviting you into my ASS!  Annals, with 2 n’s are: ‘a concise form of historical writing which record events chronologically, year by year.’  I’m not yellin’, I’m just sayin’…The more you know. ***