My Confessions

It’s sort of like a Meme, but not.

A lot of my friends compare me to Monk. Sad, but true.

I have horrible OCD with certain aspects in my life. I’m not talking the kind where you lock the door three times or walk a certain number of steps or only make right turns, etc. I have a problem with…washing my hands. I will wash my hands to the point they are raw. And then? Then I have to clean the sink with bleach and then wash them again. This is a vicious cycle that happens over and over and over. It’s funny and it’s not. My entire day revolves around when I can wash my hands next, and if someone stops me on my path to do it…I use hand sanitizer to get me through that few minutes. I keep a bottle in my pocket and on my desk.

I can be a hypochondriac. 
Examples: 
The cat had worms one time, for nearly four months I was convinced one had broken through my skin and was trying to kill me in my intestines.   

If someone ELSE has a wart, I will be convinced I will get it. I don’t have to touch anything they have. (in reality I know the chances of that are slim…OH did you know those are caused by a strand of HPV?  And there’s a possibility of getting one from the normal cells we shed everyday? See you learned something) Sidenote: I only worry about this one because I am currently contending with one from an old surgery sight. Apparently something was on the tools and I should sue for mental anguish.

If I find a tick on me (not even attached) I am convinced I have Lyme Disease.

I also research every illness I think I have. (Hence the HPV thing) Even if it is a normal happening, I will slowly lose my mind, need I remind you all about the bathroom incident? I thought I had AIDS for weeks.

 Now that I look at this written down, I’m really strange. Lol. And because I have hypochondriac tendencies, they probably cause my constant hand washing. See talk it out, get the answer. And my roomie has to live with this, mind you.

But I think we all have oddities. What’s yours?

Much Love,
K

Song of the Day: This song still makes me laugh.

starting the week off right

Dear Neighborhood,

Please do not put bags of trash on the side of the street, you are beginning to stink up our entire neighborhood. I don’t want to smell mine, let alone, your garbage. Why not use one of those nifty black containers the city supplies us? You know, a trash can.

Thanks,
Green Acres Wannabe
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Dear Driver Who Gets Behind Me Every Morning,

TURN YOUR BRIGHT LIGHTS OFF!!!! And get off of your cell phone. It’s 5am, who the hell are you talking to anyway?

Very Truly Yours,
Fuming

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Dear Boss and/or Co-Workers,

There is absolutely no reason to be rude to me because you’re upset I was out LAST WEEK for ONE DAY. You have been pissy towards me for the past four work days. Ignoring my greetings, questions and emails just because I missed one day (when in reality I should have not come in the following two) and sticking your nose in the air when we pass in the hallway or speaking to other employees we both know you can’t stand to be able to laugh loud enough so I can hear it, is quite childish. Just remember this: the market is soft and if I quit because of a hostile enviroment, you can’t rehire. Have a fabulous day.
Sincerely,
Disgruntled Employee

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Dear Roomie’s Dogs,

 For the love of all things holy, can you go two hours without making any sort of whimpering or barking noise? Just two hours of sleep is all I need, really. Unless someone is about to break into the house or have just pulled into the drive, please be quiet.
I’ll buy muzzles if you aren’t…for real this time.

Love,
Non-Dog Whisperer

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Dear Roomie,

Help clean around the house or I’ll hurt you.

Thanks,
I’llletthecatpeeonyourbed

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Dear Dad,

Please keep your promise to me about Tuesday, I’m not sure my heart will mend this time.

Love,
Slick <3

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Dear Crystal Light- Cherry Pomegranate,

I love you, but why must you look like blood in a cup? Why couldn’t you be a nice cheerful rose color instead of looking like I bludgeoned a small animal? You sort of bum me out in the mornings while drinking you.

Hugs,
Devoted

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Dear Everyone,

Happy Fall!

Much Love,
K

 Song of the Day:

Here’s a new one…

I’m still slightly under the weather, not nearly as bad as Tuesday. Just not 100% yet. And though my logic is clouded and I couldn’t care less about half the things that are currently going on at work, I do have enough sense to know there are three subjects that are BIG no-no’s in a work environment.

Religion.

Relationships.

Politics.

When I came back to work Wednesday, I was trying to get everything caught up even with the clouded head and achy body. A little before lunch my co-worker came to my desk fuming, she had just came up from our company’s breakroom/kitchen. 
Apparently in the breakroom they added two new coffee flavors, and I didn’t believe her. So I had to see it myself.

Yeah…they went there.

I was shocked and a little angry the company would allow our vendor to put these out. But I did not complain about it, after all what difference does it really make? It’s just coffee.

Apparently someone else was very against it, because yesterday as I walked downstairs to fix my breakfast…this is what I saw:

Someone was angry enough to take them out, please note the lovely hole they left to get their point across.

 

Have a great weekend.

 

Much Love,
K

Kind of painful

Yesterday, I was going to post. Really I was. But my body was racked with pain for absolutely no reason what so ever. Everything hurt, I couldn’t move without squirming in pain. This morning I’m just sore, mainly in my chest. It feels like I pulled a muscles that I didn’t even know existed or a very large person is currently sitting ontop of me. And I do wonder if my liver is still intact after the massive amounts of Acetaminophen (Tylenol) that I took.

On to the post:
This:

Hurts. And it isn’t the highest that I’ve seen. That hurts…because I just bought this last week…

Yeah. Ouch.

My best friend’s wedding is in two weeks, I considered buying a new camera (I’m taking her wedding pictures…oh I didn’t tell you photography was a hobby of mine for the past 7 1/2 years?) but the one I want is very expensive.

*drool* the option of SLR or Digital is what makes it so appealing. Maybe if I actually had a credit card I would do it, but nearly a grand for a camera is not realistic. Especially considering my hobby has became nonexistant the past few years. 

But I can dream, right?

 

Much Love,
K

Has it really been that long…

For the past few days I’ve been thinking about this post and what angle to take it at. I’m sure there are hundreds of thousands of blogs that will be making a tribute to this day. Today marking seven years ago the attacks that took place on American soil for the first time since the Pearl Harbor tragedy. I’ll be quite honest, I’m not sure where I am going with this post. Waking up this morning my heart was already broken, remembering my friends who were lost and the feeling of a bitter-sweet relief to learn my family was ok.

Watching the news rerun the footage from one of the most painful days in American history and watching as Tara held her head high and put on her firefighter and navy memorabilia made me cry. Seven years, her scars have yet to heal.

Thank you to the fallen heroes of that day.

 

May We Never Forget.
9-11-2001
God Bless America.
God Bless our Troops.

RIP: KT& FT, Tara’s fallen brothers and those who lost loved ones on that fateful day.

Much Love,
K

Oh, what a wonderful world…

My weekend? Glad you asked.

It all began with Friday evening going to meet my mom at a local eatery for dinner. Suddenly my car began to do some jerking and hesitating when it was supposed to switch gears. I do what most would, I called my step-dad…stuck the phone outside of the car window (while traveling at least 35mph) and asked “What’s that noise mean?”. I love him, he puts up with this behavior on a regular basis from me. Not only for cars…but many other things. Which you will read at the end of this post. He deduced it probably was because of the fuel injector because of the bad gas (hence the still BRIGHTLY lit up check engine light). And I went to dinner with Mom who tried to insist my using her car this past weekend. And my mom has a gorgeous car, that being the primary reason I declined the offer. I would probably cast my car curse upon it and it would be dead the day after I returned it to her. Not going to happen. (laugh it up, I killed my step-dad’s truck…twice)

Saturday wasn’t that bad. I did a lot of neglected house work and my roomie and I took comforters to the laundry mat to clean them. Everything was fine, I started to read a book my Mom let me borrow (John Grisham’s-”The Innocent Man”) watching children run amok throughout the place. After moving the comforters to the dryer, I resumed my reading as my roomie began to get everything together to leave. All of a sudden I heard this shrill voice screeching “WHA OF IT? BISH MY BAB-BE DADDY KNO WHO BE DA RIGHT BISH TO BE WIT”. Fan-freaking-tastic. I fought to control the bubble of laughter rising, I really did. But when the chick screamed “YO YOU OUTTA KNO IT DON’T BE LIKE YOU EVEA BE WIT ‘EM RIGH’?….HUH? OHHHH HELLL NAWW!” And then I heard the distinct sound of a phone being slammed against a washing machine. I didn’t want to make direct eye contact, for fear of the assault on my ears happening again. But, you know I had to look. There in front of me was the equivalent of a laundry mat lot lizard. She was almost as mortifying to see as her grammar was to hear. We’re talking toothpick size, missing teeth, tattooed face, disheveled hair, tube top and booty jean cutoffs and broken clear & pink stilettos to top it off. And when she saw me glace up she said “DON’T BE HATING CUZ YOU AIN’T HOT LIKEA ME”. And as the nausea washed over me, I walked to the dryer grabbed the comforters and walked out.

Sunday: I was sick, my throat was killing me and my head felt like a midget wielding a hammer was having a field day. Dana visited for a bit, which was the highlight of my day really. Because about two minutes after she left our hot water heater went out. Wonderful. How did we figure this out? Because I was about to get into the shower to relieve the pressure in my head.  My roomie and I tried to fix it ourselves. But the fear of being blown up due to a gas leak got the better of me and I decided to call my step-dad…again. He just so happened to be in town, but only for an hour between drops. He came over and took a look at it. Two and half hours later he got peeved enough to just break the glass and manually start it. He loves us.

How was your weekend?

Much Love,

K

The Real Reason We Need Men

Tuesday started well. Work was the normal pain in the neck, but more reasonable than usual; topped off with a semi-good hair day, a mediocre healthy lunch, constant ramblings about the long weekend and other small talk about the office.

In-between all of this having my best friend call me to discuss more details of a long sizzled out friendship we had the hope of rekindling (for the sake of her wedding) causing more problems again. More like, the girlfriend of the ex-friend causing those lovely problems again.

But my day after work was planned, and it was going to be fantastic! I found a new vehicle that grabbed my interest while searching through the web the night before. Being that this new venture of mine has now begun, I needed more reliable transportation (and I have GREAT credit…and want a pretty car…with keyless entry. Too much to ask?) and definitely easier access to the trunk where I’ll be lugging everything out.

The Suzuki SX4 Crossover, was a cute and practical choice. I didn’t want to blow my credit sky high, but I do want a good investment.

I begged my roomie to meet me there, because let’s face it, a lone young lady walking into a dealership equals a horrible deal and arrogant macho buttholes. So I figured strength in numbers would do the job. And I was wrong.

As soon as I arrived at said dealership, I was approached by a “nice” older gentleman. Immediately he started in on how great the vehicle is and how many good reports it has gotten (it does, I checked the consumer reports)…blah blah blah. I reasearch and analyze everything before ever making a decision, trust me; I did my homework on this car. I knew the disadvantages and the possible problems it could have. I just wanted to LOOK at it.

 My roomie and I walked up to a 2008 model, I liked the color it was nice shade of blue. Checked the interior (black) as we were discussing the colors the man stated “It’s our best seller for our female drivers”. I felt my eye twitch slightly and but refused to comment and continued on my venture to check out the car. Suddenly the man ran around the side of the car and decided to read, out loud, the features. I asked him if he could pop the hood, his response? “Naw, we don’t need to do that.” The response to my glare was a crooked smile.

Once again, I said nothing and he began to insist on test driving it. Which I did, and it was ok I suppose. A bit jumpy on the gas and brakes but overall it was comfortable. As soon as I parked he herded us inside, to see exactly what my payments would be. I gave him the figure I couldn’t go over. And off to work they went checking out my car to determine the trade in value. Remember if you will I had bad gas and though the treatment has long been put in the check engine light is still on. I told them this, and they nodded and smiled stating they understood. After a few minutes of small talk to mechanic came back and stated my air did not work. And the following then ensued:

Me: “It doesn’t work? But I just used it the other day!”
Mechanic: “Yeah I checked everything, I guess you will need a new system”
Me: “Uhm, sir, did you turn the thermostat from heat to cool?”
Mechanic: “Turn the wha…oh.”

Should have been my sign right then, to just walk away. But no, my interest was still held by the car and I waited. They came back with the numbers and said they were only giving me two grand for my trade in. And finally I called foul. I didn’t lose my cool, but as stated above I research everything. I knew my car was worth nearly five grand. After a few more minutes of squabbling with them, I was sick of it. And wanted to leave. Isn’t it amazing how many people suddenly want to help you when you don’t buy a car? Guys were coming out of the woodwork to change my mind. One even stated “Well if you get a co-signer it will drop the apr a bit” how much is a bit?  .1%. Yeah, I don’t think so. 

Next time, I’ll be sure to have my step-father with me. 

OH, and of course the first thing I notice when I get into my car to leave? My inspection sticker went out on Monday. Awesome. And I can’t get it done until the check engine light is gone.

Welcome to my world.

Much Love, 
K