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Post Christmas Caroling
Can’t say I’ve been too enthused about Christmas music over the past couple years, but I truly think this is an awesome song that I’ll be playing all year long . . . (or at least until it’s etched on my brain). . .
Merry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying ‘I love you’, I meant it
Now I know what a fool I’ve been
But if you kiss me now, I know you’d fool me again
. . .
My GOD I thought you were someone to rely on
Me I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face of a lover with a fire in his heart
A girl under cover but you tore her apart
Maybe this year
Maybe this year I’ll give it to someone special.
Just sayin.
Where, Oh Where
. . . will you be 3 years from now?
A friend of mine recently blogged this question, which caused me to give it some serious thought over the past few days.
This is the time of year when everyone seems to begin pondering New Year’s resolutions, but personally, I don’t do those. I prefer long-term goal setting so much better because they have more potential to become a reality. Plus, long-term is good for procrastinators. I think.
Goal setting is something that I actually used to do often. Goal achieving, on the other hand leaves a lot to be desired.
Generally speaking, I like to have weekly goals, monthly goals, annual goals, and then 5, 10, and 20 year goals. Seems like a lot, yes, but really it’s the way I have to do it, in order to get it done. (Even though it still sometimes don’t get done).
For example, my monthly goal for December 2009 is to get this crammed up apartment un-packed, decluttered, decorated, organized, and clean. So, each week I will work on a different room of the apartment. Considering there are approximately 4 1/2 weeks in December, I don’t have much room for procrastination if I am going to accomplish 5 rooms. But, it’s do-able, because I’m borrowing the last week of November.
I use my “0″ and “5″ birthdays for my 5 year goals and usually try to make those my “what I want to do in this lifetime” (some call it Bucket List) goals, like flying in a plane for the first time the week before my 30th birthday, and jumping out of a plane the day before my 35th birthday. I have 3 1/2 years until my 45th, I’m not sure what the big plan will be just yet.
When I sit to figure out what I want my 2010 annual goal to be, I will then choose 12 categories of my life that need fixing (health, finance, family, home, etc.) each of which will become my monthly goal, and will also, hopefully, contribute to achieving my annual goal.
I learned this “Chunk It Down” technique from Jack Canfield’s book the Success Principles. It’s a very good read for achieving anything in life, and I would highly recommend it. Even for procrastinators. If it works for me, it will work for anyone.
That said, 3 years from right now, I would like to be in a better living environment, on a budget with money saved, enrolled in school working towards my bachelor’s degree, mentally and physically healthy, enjoying my family and friends, and happily moving into the 5 year anniversary at my place of employment.
Of course, there are other things like meeting Kid Rock, owning a castle…you know, little things.
So where would you like to be?
If You See Kay
There’s a monster in my closet. And in my car. And at the grocery. And at my workplace. And, I really couldn’t tell you right now where he isn’t.
He’s big, he’s bad and he’s u-g-l-y.
He’s out to make sure I remember that no matter what I try to do, that I am down with the economy. And so are my friends, and my family, and pretty much everyone I know.
Eff-you-see-kay-why-oh-you, big bad ugly monster.
You think I”m crazy, believing in monsters and such at the age of 40-something? Well, he’s here. He’s there. And he’s real. And he’s upsetting me.
The other day I went to fill my gas tank, looked up, and there the big bad ugly monster was, holding a sign that said $2.58 gallon. And he had the nerve to say, “that’s cheap”.
As I left the grocery store he taunted me with GUILT for spending $80 on 4 bags of food that wouldn’t last for three weeks until I got paid again.
Then he disguised himself as one of those jolly bell ringers wanting the dimes and nickes I had just used up buying Immodium for an upset stomach. Are you kidding ME?
Eff-you-see-kay-why-oh-you, big bad ugly monster.
I went to my employer this week to see about cashing out some time (vacation, comp.) but there was none to cash out. It had been used up in the three weeks I was off waiting for an appointment that was scheduled by workman’s comp. (another issue totally out of my control).
It gets better. Due to errors on the part of the personnel department, I won’t have a full paycheck until after the first of the year.
Merry? Christmas.
Eff-you-see-kay-why-oh-you, big bad ugly monster.
I want to know *when* America is going to not just get out of this crisis, but recover from it? Are we, as individuals ever going to get out from under the shadows of big bad ugly monsters that follow us everywhere we go?
I’ve scheduled for my living room furniture and my washer and dryer to be picked up this week by the rental places which I lease them from. I’ve learned every which way to eat tuna fish, Ramen Noodles, and fake meat in a can. I’m living in the smallest place I have ever lived in, reached the highest mileage I’ve ever reached on a car, and still I have to keep giving in to the big bad ugly monster.
Why?
The moral of the story is….If-you-see-kay, the big bad ugly monster, grab hold of him tight and don’t let go until I get there. I have a few words, a few shots of pepper spray, and a tiny but mighty fist I’d like like to give to him this un-happy fucking holiday season.
Movin on Up . . . ?
In an earlier blog, I promised to write about my new living arrangements. Without having to lie to keep it positive, I’ll just say that so far, it’s like … um … hell with a little ray of sunshine every now and then?
I have not lived in an apartment for at least 15 years now, so it’s safe to say I’m used to living in a house where there is no one living on the other side of my wall or under my floor (I’ve never lived in an upstairs apartment…ever).
During my first week here the bitch she-who-lives-beneath-me had the nerve to knock on my door….. in her nightgown….. and ask my company (not me) if I was jumping up and down up here. Are you kidding ME? Oh yea, I’m doing that you stupid woman. That’s exactly what I do for fun, jump up and down. WTF? Ok, so she heard a thumping noise. It was my dog’s tail!!!
Not just that, but I have to keep Chesney on a leash 100% of the time that she steps outside my apartment door. This is sad for a girl who is used to the freedom of a fenced in yard for the entire 5 years of her life. Santa will be bringing her a membership to the dog park this year. We can’t wait! 
So along with not being able to run and play, every single time she poops (which she cannot stand to be watched doing), *I* have to pick it up. If I don’t pick it up, it cost me $100….for my dog to poop. Gross. Nasty. Disgusting. Especially when the dog has the runs and I have a plastic bag. Add rain to that. Yes, people, catch me on candid camera doing this and you just might become a millionaire.
Also to be mentioned during my first week of staying here, a freak of a human killed his girlfriend, chopped her up, and threw parts of her in the garbage….This all took place, right. across. the street. from my apartment.
So the moral of the story is, I just moved to Hoosier Nation where, a) I have learned to be on the lookout for missing body parts, b) my neighbors have no qualms about displaying their ignorance in their pajamas, and c) I have to pick up dog shit even if it’s the runny kind.
But….. (here’s where the random rays of sunshine come in) a) I”m 5 minutes away from my job, b) a tank of gas lasts a really long time, c) rain stays outside where it belongs, which means that d) I can take a bath/shower even when it does rain, because e) the ceiling above it does not leak….and f) that is so wonderful because it rained almost every day for a solid month!
Now…a spider has taken up residency inside my television screen and it’s really creeping me out so I, Miss Independent, must go figure out what to do about this.
Please do stay tuned for more apartment living in hoosier nation stories. I’m sure they’ll be plentiful. (Especially the me-cooking-on-an-electric-stove ones…they’re good).
Her Witchiness
It’s been 27 days since I’ve added something new. Ditto those thoughts again. Still.
I’m feelin’ it folks. I’m feeling the part very well. And what better time to be a witch, than on Halloween. Right? Right.
Now that we’ve got that straight, let me just say one thing, “beware”. There is likely to be nothing positive, energetic, funtastic, or anything exciting within this post. My mood sucks. It has sucked for many days. But I’ve been instructed to write….just for “writing’s sake”…so dear blog, sorry, but I’m about to spew hatred all over you. Okay? Okay.
If you don’t like cuss words, don’t keep reading. If you don’t like mean-ness, stop now. If you have the urge to write some stupid comment trying to bring cheer to my life or make me feel better….”x” yourself on out of here, because I don’t want to hear it. This is my blog and I’ll bitch if I want to. Got it? Good.
First of all, as soon as I feel like it, you will soon be seeing some changes in the characters in my life, simply because after every possible attempt at making that stupid relationship work with LBF, I finally realized it’s not going to. (He called me “cupcake” people! Cupcake! Sorry, but that is completely unacceptable. Call me babe, baby, sweetie, sweetheart. But CUPCAKE?? Then he had the nerve to tell me to “take it back” what *I* said. Oh, okay stupid…”UN-f**k you”. Feel better?”
Men are pigs. “If I were a boy”, I’d ‘take a leak outside. Because I could. Because that’s what pigs boys do. Swine flu? Men. I’m telling you, it’s caused by men and their ignoramous behaviors.
What the hell did the Midwest do to Mother Nature? I’d really like to know. She isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine to deal with lately. And her constant rainy behavior has reaaaallly wreaked havoc on my mood. And events in my life, such as MOVING. Stupid woman.
I recently rented a new apartment. (I’ll be writing about that topic soon). Well, I lived at the old house for a year and a half and it was never a home to me. Actually, it was like Hell with lights on. So far, my new place is much better. I just have to learn how to live in an apartment where there’s not a basement below me, but people.
I have an open mouth, there is no doubt about that. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I say what I think. But I’m not a vindictive girl. I believe in Karma and I believe that it will bite those people who hurt me in the ass. But I also believe it will bite mine. I’ve witness that. It hurts. I don’t like it. All I want in life from all those stupid people, is revenge. And revenge, to me, is my own happiness. Is that so much to ask?
I wrote this yesterday, but it didn’t post for whatever reason. So, Happy belated Halloween. Hope yours was Spooktacular.
I dunno
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even possible to become happy and stay happy. Am I chasing a dream that is un-accomplishable? Because if not, it’s a damn big mountain to climb.
You’re So Vain…
…You probably think this blog is about you? Don’t you? Don’t you? You’re so vain…
(Sorry, rude song to pick for this post but I heard it on my way home from work a short while ago so it’s stuck in my head…and it does sorta fit.)
I wrote this blog recently to a particular someone who was irritating the hell out of me with their arguing skills (or lack thereof), and all of a sudden two people who I have no reason to be upset with (that I know of) came to me out of the blue thinking I wrote the blog about them!
Sorry, for any misunderstanding, folks, but the person who I wrote that to….don’t read my blog. Actually, (they) don’t even know I have a blog. In fact, (they) probably don’t even know what a blog is!
So, in clarification, no, I am not mad at you, and anyone who really cares enough to worry about me being mad at them should know me well enough to know that if and when I’m mad at you, you’ll know it. Most times you won’t even have to ask.
Besides, being the non-grudge-holding-person that I am, I don’t stay mad long. Just let me throw my tantrum then life is good again.
Peace.
Dear certain particular someone in my life,
The truth is the best defense.
Defamation of character is only a momentary boost in ones ego, especially when the defamation is not the truth.
I am NOT crazy nor psycho for not thinking that it’s ok for you to not consider my feelings.
Yes, it was a BIG DEAL to me and my feelings. And WE matter.
Oh, and one more thing, sticks and stones may break my bones, and yes your stupid words still hurt me.
Dammit.
P.S. I’m fabulous, thank you; how was your day?
