Confessions of a lame 30 something...

I confess . . . .

* My boss and I were talking about boyfriends the other day.

* He told me I have a wild streak somewhere inside me and I need to be careful not to let it out.

* You know what?  He's right.

* I think I do pretty good though to keep it in check.

* I'm still sulking over my money I lost at Target last week.

* Rather, money that was STOLEN.

* My new favorite song right now: Ashton Shepard "Look it up"

* Seriously, look it up.  It is catchy.

* I feel bad that my gym attendance has fallen.

* Not really, I don't miss the gym so much as I miss not losing and lb's.

* This is getting to be a serious problem.

* My friend is putting together a 30 by 30 list.

* I thought is sounded awesome and why didn't I think of that?

* Oh yeah, cuz I'm lame.

Next week no confessing for me I'll be in VEGAS!!  Redneck Nascar weekend here I come!

For the past week I have looked like this. . . .

 My favorite time of year is when Nascar comes to Las Vegas!  I'm seriously so giddy it may be illegal.  My boss accused me of already checking out last week, little does he know I checked out weeks ago.  I've started to make lists.  I ♥ lists!!  I have one huge list that is then broken up into smaller lists.  A list of what food to bring, which is then broken into a list of food I already have and a list of food to buy.  A list of what clothes to pack.  A list of electronics and chargers.  Then a list of what needs to be picked up at Wal-Mart.  Also, an auto checklist which is probably the most important because there is nothing worse than breaking down on the way to your destination.  Just puts a damper on the whole vacation.

So while I've been excitedly getting ready for the past weeks and just in general having that pre-vacation glow, whenever I mention Nascar to my friends I get this. . . .

Yes, people!  I am a Redneck and I will let my freak flag fly!

Every fat girls motto

*sigh*  I'll start tomorrow. . . .

The one where Target becomes my own personal HELL

I confess....

* It has been a rough week.  I feel like I say that a lot!

* I lost my wallet at Target   :(

*Then someone turned it in, so I got it back  :)

*But not before someone stole my cash and credit cards.  (CURSE WORD!!)

*I'm counting on karma to take care of this person.  

*If I ever find them I can't promise I won't shank them!

* Other than that the last 2 weeks have been awesome.  For no particular reason.

* I have laughed harder than I have in a long time.

* Mostly because I can't stop quoting Jersey Shore "ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH HER?!!"

* It makes me want to move to Jersey and become a trashy drunk.

* HAHAHAHAHA........But seriously.

School is in session

Class: Manners 101

Today's lesson: the door

Last night I had a curious encounter at the gym.  As I approached the door there was a gentleman walking about 20 or so steps ahead of me.  Right behind him and in front of me was a woman on her cell phone.  He opened the door and held it as the woman walked right through with not so much as a "thanks" or nod of acknowledgement.  Even though I was quite a ways back he stayed there and held the door for me.  As I walked through I made sure to remove my headphones and say thank you.  I also remove my headphones at the front desk because the guy there always says hi and I don't want him to think I'm rude if I happen to not hear and not return the hello.  But, headphones are a whole other lesson, this lesson is about the door.

Real simple, here's how it works people.

Guys: your job is to open the door and allow the lady to walk through. I don't care if she is 5 years old or 50, 123 pounds or 321, an A cup or double F. Get. The. Door. Do not try to hold the door awkwardly open as you stand in the door way. It makes for tight quarters and quite frankly makes me uncomfortable.

Ladies: your job is to walk through, acknowledge the gentleman holding the door for you and say "thank you". Do not under any circumstances think that because you are on an important call on your Mo-Bile that it excuses you from being polite.  Also, do not expect the door to be opened for you.  The only thing worse than a man not getting the door is a woman waiting for it to be opened for her.

Class dismissed.