This is officially the best day ever. It was the best day ever because Ian is coming to visit... but it is even more awesome because The Office put out the promotion for the upcoming season. O. M. G. I'm nervous and scared and it's only 6:03am... But it's a good day!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Way I Are
*shakes booty* This song is getting me through a 151 slide presentation... and my jitters...
Floating... Again...
And we are back to where it all began... I am anxious, nervous and scared... but really... it just makes me feel so alive. I am floating again and I hope this weekend goes well. I think in the end... it will just be this wonderful, fun, relaxing extended weekend being roasted by the heat.. but still loving every second. "Give me gravity, give me clarity... give me something to rely on..."
Also, here is another TREOS song... Planning a Prison Break... Gotta love those skinny jeans... yes I'm serious... =D
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Diaper Free? Yeah... Uhm... No.
Parents begin potty training at birth...
Yeah... I don't know about that one... Seems sort of hippy-ish to want your child to "signal" you at 14 weeks that they need to go to the bathroom. Personally, I look forward to the diapers... and the baby wipes... and all the hassle. Oh and I am never letting my child go the bathroom in a public restroom sink..........
Friday, August 24, 2007
Infinite Silence
7 days... in case anyone wasn't aware.. that's a week... one little teeny tiny week... I'm okay! Thank god it's Friday though... There are certain people at work that are getting on my nerves... I find myself being irritated almost hourly... that's an awful way to be. Anyway, I bought my dress for the Seattle trip... Hopefully it fits and I look good in it! /crosses fingers...

Thursday, August 23, 2007
This Is Ridiculous
Oh come on! Okay, okay... I get that WoW is addicting. I play myself. Probably an above average amount. But come on! At what point does real life start taking place. You choose the artificial life over the real thing??? Don't get me wrong... I went willing into a relationship where a guy played almost 24/7 and I was punished for it when I had uprooted my life for the guy and landed in Craplando. But seriously... You marry a guy and then he is willing to disappear into a video game so often that you feel like he is absent from your life??? GET OUT. Get out like yesterday. I game.. But it doesn't define me. I am with someone who games with me... But it isn't about WoW. It's about being together. I am sorry but if you choose someone who likes to disappear quite often into a game rather than spend time with you or the kids... You're an idiot and you deserve what you get. And if you're the addict... you're pathetic.
Really Long Movie Title
You would think they would have cut it in half...
Anyway, look at the countdown to the right... Yeah.. OMGOMGOMGOGMGOMG. I am ok.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Bobblehead Britt
My mind is in 20 different places at the moment. Lots of babble at work... Planning for the Labor day weekend and my Seattle trip in October... Straightening my house, bills and dealing with my everyday "stuff". Today was one of the first days in a really long time that I have felt good - even if the sun is shining - and happy that things are going smoothly. It's just this damn seasonal depression. I know that everyone thinks it is just so weird that I get depressed in the summer time... but I really do. I have lived my whole life, minus the stint in craplando, in a place that has beachy weather 90% of the year. I can't even remember the last time it rained properly. The only good side to these days is the mornings tend to be foggy along the coast. My place is situated in the mountains between the beach and the rest of the city... During the night, a thick fog will roll in from the ocean and stay usually until 9am if I'm lucky. Now it's perfectly sunny with a slight breeze. Blah. Still... I shouldn't complain. I'm tremendously lucky. I should remember that. Even if it is "beautiful" outside.