Have the last few days sucked or not sucked? A personal reflection by Jamie

I had to wake up early on Saturday and drag my sorry ass to work. I do this every Saturday, but still. I think my body knows it is the weekend because it's always all "What's wrong with you woman?! Go back to bed! I hate you!" but I never listen to it (like I should) and instead I walk into work with sleep globs in my eyes and pillow creases on my face.
Points awarded: -22

However my day wasn't long. My boss let me leave an hour early, because I made a delivery after work on Friday. I practically skipped out the door.
Points awarded: 57

The Hobbs-fest that led to my itchy eyes and allergy attack Friday night, also led to a nasty stye. But I still love you my Noodle Kitty Bear Love Monkey (feel free to slap me right now) and I will continue to pet you until styes engulf my entire face, and even then I'll still love you.
Points awarded -10 but +10 because again, Kitty Kitty Smoosh Smoosh

Pete and I went out to St. Augustine Saturday night, we had dinner at this restaurant in the woods, which had a fire pit linned with baskets of marshmellows and long sticks (!!!) in the center of the deck. Then we went downtown to listen to a jazz band, which I don't know jazz very well, but these guys were just a liiiiitle off timing with one another, but maybe that's how jazz is? Nonetheless, LOVED IT. Very very much so.
Points awarded: 1534

Was extremely grumpy and lazy Sunday.
Points awarded: -9

Mom forced me to be productive and watch help her change the flat tire on my car. A car which is currently growing a small forest on it's hood thanks to it's stationary stay in my mom's driveway for the past month and a half or so (been driving sister's car). We then went to Tire Kingdom to fix flat tire, and to change sister's car's oil.
Points awarded: 78

On our way to Tire Kingdom we saw a horrible horrible horrible car accident happen just a few seconds in front of us. When we passed the scene the dust was still in the air. Still can't shake the image of the bodies I saw, I just hope hope hope they were okay (even if only in the most modest sense of the word).
Points awarded: -989

Lazed around on the couch all Sunday night with sister and Pete.
Points awarded: 37

Woke up today to return to the work week without coffee to brew.
Points awarded -12

Made a bank deposit on lunch break and saw Miss 1992 Bangs Lady. Imagine this but like one millionty time worse. Seriously, this woman looks like she has a hair woven loofah on top of her head. It's fascinating.
Points awarded: 100

Final score: 774 Looks like the past few days have not sucked. This is good.

I'd like to nominate...

This afternoon something incredible happened. I won an award. No, really I did! Jules from Mean Girl Garage gave me the "Your Blog is Fabulous!" award, and after realizing my victory I squealed like a 13yr girl for about 45 seconds straight. Thank you Jules! I'm so flattered that a. you read my blog in the first place and b. that you would think it's worthy of an award. I feel so warm and fuzzy and special and gushy and good. Very good!

And in honor of Oscar Night, I give you, my acceptance speech:

First and for most, I have to thank God. Because, that's always who people thank first, right? Ok, so yes, thank you God for giving me fingers to type and thoughts to type about. Second, I'd like to thank my lap top. Lap Top you have given me hours and hours of indescribable entertainment, procrastination, and inspiration. You've always been there right by my side, through thick and through thin, and, you keep my lap warm. So thank you. I'd like to thank my readers. I don't know why you read my blog, but I think it's pretty freakin' cool, and every time you leave me comments my heart multiplies a couple sizes and angels get their wings. But most importantly, I have to thank all the bloggers out there, in this vast blogosphere, for being a great support, and providing endless laughs, and for giving me the comfort of realizing maybe I'm not too wierd after all. Thank you.

The ten blogs I nominate are as follows:

The Daily Grein
An Enigmatic Enumeration of Events
The Everyday Adventures of Me in the City
Chickbug
Your Wishcake
Miss Musing
Wutang
e.b.'s world
Face of the Cookie
Relish

You must nominate ten blogs, link their blogs, and mention my blog in order to receive the award!

Allergies are FUN.

I can't stop itching my eyeball. It's red and swollen and....itchy. I've been sneezing on repeat for a solid hour and I sniff about every .45 seconds.

The culprit?


I may or may not be allergic to cats. I don't know, maybe I am? Growing up we always had cats and they always triggered my itchy eyes and sneezy nose, but I just assumed they did that to everyone. Don't they? Maybe the people who feel they are not allergic to cats, haven't stuffed their faces in the underbelly of a furry kitty long enough.

I'm telling you, it's worth it.

So I guess that's another factoid about me, I am allergic to cats. Thrilling.

Another factoid? I have had "We Build This City" stuck in my head for about....a year or so. I can't even tell you the last time I actually heard this song, but every so often I start singing it and it always surprises me. I never see it coming. Before that it was "What's Love Got to do with It" (I totally have no idea what get's capitalized in that title) which was in my head for like two years or something crazy. Is having a song stuck in your head that long even possible? I don't know but that's the only way I can explain it.

At least the song is BAD ASS. Just like the video.




***Update: I'm thinking that by listening to this song, and laughing very hard at the video, I will unstick it from my head. Which almost makes me a little sad.

Ramble Ramble Ramble....The End

It's Sunday night, where did the weekend go? Wait, did I have a weekend this weekend?

I swear five minutes ago I was just leaving work.

Weird.

A few fun things did manage to happen in my small five minute weekend however, so I can't really complain. I went to a surprise birthday party last night, my first ever surprise party, which apparently, surprise parties? such unreasonable amounts of anxiety on my part. All....the....antici.....pation! Couldn't handle it. But it was fun. Best part of the night had to be sucking the helium out of the balloons. I don't care how old you get, sucking helium never, never gets old.

As Carly and Pete demonstrate here:



Then today I played a game of racquetball with my mom, which was a lot of fun, and pretty funny. Pete and I played racquetball last weekend, so hopefully this will become a routine weekend activity for me because I'm liking it quite a bit. Even though I am not super excellent at it, and, as Pete and I observed in our first game, tend to run around the racquetball court like Phoebe. What? I'm a dancer, I do not run, I gracefully move about it creative dance patterns which just so happen to somewhat resemble the look and feel of shear panic. I find it to be one of my most attractive features actually.

GAWD I am feeling so LAAZY right now. I hate it. Even this sad excuse for a blog post is nearly too much activity. My thoughts and my brains are so scattered right now, I have no idea what is going on. I have so many things to do before the night ends and I don't think I'll accomplish them all. I need to: iron my scrubs, hang some clothes up, pre-set coffee maker (so I can save .2 minutes in the morning), brush my teeth and wash my face! So many things!! I mean, it might take like ten minutes to do all that!

And then I'll go to bed, wake up, and freakin' go to freakin' work.

I am SO over working in a pharmacy. SO. OVER.

I have a slightly major plan brewing in my head though, so, might not work in said pharmacy for too much longer. Then all those screaming voices in my head will finally quiet. Sigh.

Alright, time to get motivated and wash my face. Ehk, the energy!

I DO daydream about punching small animals! I guess it's "time"?

Wow. Going back to work after a fun weekend really sucks it big huh.

My Monday was crap, but I've already vented the story of my day (which was crap) to my mother, my sister, and my boyfriend, so I guess I can spare my blog. Lucky you!

You owe me one.

I thought about this commercial a lot today:



I think it's really funny, borderline seizure inducing, and a little depressing; seeing how I relate a little too much to that lady in the car...did I mention my day was crap?

This is paradise for many, but for me, it's just home.

It's easy to take some things for granted when you're given an unlimited supply. For me, it's living in a Florida beach town. Every single day I see the ocean, on quiet nights or mornings, I can even hear the waves breaking on the shore. It's only about a five minute walk from my house to the beach, and usually you'll only share your space with a few people, at most.

And yet, I hardly take advantage of it. I guess I feel like it's always going to be there, so most of the time it goes unnoticed, unappreciated and unused.

Lately I've been trying to step back, and see everything without my unappreciative goggles. Trying really hard to lift the cloud of familiarity, and see the beach as if I was looking for the first time, every time I look.

And so far it's been working.

I am very grateful to be one of the lucky few who live every day, in paradise.