So, I had my annual review with my boss. I don't know if I ever mentioned it but it's been a long strange trip with me and bosses. I have had many, many a crazy manager and every time I thought it couldn't get much worse, well...it did. Much, much worse. My last boss had me on the edge of quitting my job. A job that isn't that hard, has lots of perks and really wasn't bad enough to quit, except for her. She was the craziest, most fucked up, insecure bitch on the planet and her reign of terror was almost unbearable. Long story short, she was fired last year. It was much deserved and way overdue. My team could finally breathe easier than it had in years.

Well, the new boss. Hmmm, let's see, how do I describe him? Ummm, I LOVE him. Love, Love, Love HIM! (relax TSO - you know how I feel about this guy!). The difference is greater than night and day. If there was a better analogy I'd use it. You get my point. So, he and I have this totally tight relationship. We look out for one another. We've got each other's backs. He's young. We've had lots of lemon drops together...

So, we had my review. He told me that I was the first person that he could trust when he got here. I almost thought he was gonna shed a tear, that was kind of weird, but anyway, he gave me a great review, my bonus and a nice raise. It was great.

Well, then he sent me away with the mission to think about new goals, what I want to do, what he can do to help me move up, move around, whatever. We are meeting again next week. Here's the problem, if you want to call it that, I don't want to work in my office/industry for more than about 3 more years. I don't want to be a slave to the corporate world any longer. What I REALLY want to do, my main goal, is to open my own store.

Okay, you all haven't heard from me in a million years then I come back and write a book...I'll talk more about my store ideas tomorrow. I don't want to bore you all away my first post back!

Wow! I feel like there is a lost section of my life and I don't know where I was or what happened...Honesty, I have been so busy at work - we just launched a new campaign that went "on-air" today and that has taken up a ton of my time and sanity. I have been trying to get some wedding stuff done on top of the busy work schedule. The Sweet One and I were off last Thursday and Friday and were running around constantly both days. We managed to start the bridal registry process. It was so much fun! You put a scanning gun in a boy's hand and let me tell you, it's like Mission Impossible, shopping style. I think I caught TSO ducking around corners and rolling on the floor just to scan a single serving platter...

AND, on top of all of the fun, I really haven't had much to say. My mission this week is to catch up on all of you. I miss you guys! So now I'm gonna get to it.

OH MY GOD! Blogger is killing me these days. Whatever problems they are having really suck. Every time I try and post something it doesn't work which ends up in me being really frustrated and giving up...I hope they figure things out soon. This is getting real old.

So the weekend was pretty good. Friday night was exactly what I had hoped and dreamed...Okay, not exactly but I did end up wasted. We went out in Capitol Hill - mini bar crawl if you will. It was one of those things where you stop and say, WOW, how did I get so drunk? ha ha! Maybe the 15 beers you just drank had something to do with it?

Well, I paid for it on Saturday, let me tell you! I woke up too early to really let the hangover register. I had to start running "wedding errands". I bought my bridesmaids terry cloth robes as one of their gifts and I dropped them all off to be monogrammed. Then I went to buy them all the obligatory flip flops to wear at the reception...that shit is not cheap! I even lucked out and found enough flops at Old Navy and they were still about $100 all told! Oh well. They weren't kidding when they said getting married is expensive. By afternoon the delayed hangover had settled in. I felt like total arse!

We were supposed to go to a birthday party thing at a fun bar that we really like on Saturday night but we just couldn't pull it together. The Sweet One and I were starving so we went out to one of our fave little places for dinner and that sealed the deal. We weren't going anywhere after that! With our belly's full we went home to hunker down and be old lazy farts! It was wonderful. We were in bed by midnight.

On Sunday we went to a tasting that our caterer was holding. YUM! It was worth it. Free food and booze!! And that, in a nut shell, is my very boring weekend.

Oh - is anyone watching the Soprano's? I'm curious to see who is dumb enough to still be watching, like me, and what your thoughts are...

It's St. Patrick's Day!!!! in case you all forgot. I hope you're all wearing green because if you're not I'm gonna pinch ya! Where did that tradition come from anyway? I think it starts in elementary school to get kids into the spirit. I hope that's it anyway because otherwise it's really fucking dumb. If someone pinches me I'm gonna knock em out. But I digress...

Okay, so I didn't plan to do anything tonight for St. P's day. I thought I might try and act like an adult this year but I have a bad feeling about it now. I'm thinking I am going to drink my face off. Why? eh, why not? I'm feeling a little feisty. Maybe it's all the GREEN...I don't know? But I'm in a great mood, I'll probably get out of work early and what's better than heading to a bar early on a Friday afternoon where there will inevitably be lots of men hanging out watching basketball and drinking until you have to call sober ride to take you home? Not a whole lot, that's what!

I went to check out our church yesterday with my mom. It's beautiful! Lots of really tall stained glass windows, an enormously tall ceiling, lots of really long pews and the carpet is blue. I know, that sounds so lame but I like the blue carpeting. It's calming. Anyway, I'm getting excited. Things are really falling into place.

I have been busy as hell at work and at home this week. I'm hoping that will change soon but it doesn't appear that way. I'm taking next Thursday and Friday off work so I'm sure that will just make the beginning of the week more frantic. Oh well. Next Friday The Sweet One and I are going to register for our gifts. Yipee! That should be fun. Question...can you register for MAC cosmetics? I wonder if anyone would be offended by that?

Okay, I don't have much to say. I hope that everyone has a fabulous St. Patty's Day. Don't drink too much green beer and PLEASE BE CAREFUL out there!

Halleluya!

TSO and I just found out that we got the church that we wanted for our wedding ceremony. It's a good thing since our wedding is in 6 months and we haven't been able to go further with any of the other plans because we don't have a church!

Think about it...without a church you can't order invitations, limo's, work out the reception start time, etc, etc, etc...


YAYY! We're so happy. More wedding stuff. I know how you all can't get enough!

On another note I am either getting sick or the allergies are starting already. I'm thinking it's allergies but the combination of constant sinus problems is really fucking annoying.

Anyone have any St. Patty's day plans? This year I believe I am going to act like a grown up and not go to a crowded, crazy, nutso bar that serves green beer and where the night inevitably ends with people puking in corners. I'll just do it in a less crowded bar on Saturday instead. HA! I guess we all have to act our age at some point. Okay, maybe that's a little drastic but I think this St. Patty's day will be a mellow one. No pretending I'm half Irish this year! Oh well...

that is all...carry on my dears...

I want to know when Sharon Stone decided that my 7th grade hair do and style was cool again? If I would have known, damn! I could have given her some pointers like BIGGER BANGS Sharon, BIGGER BANGS!

Okay, so the weekend...I am going to tell you an infuriating story. It seems I've had plenty of them lately. So, sit back, relax and enjoy the stories of my hell.

So, as I mentioned before the weekend, the Sweet One and I were involuntarily thrown into co-hosting an engagement party for his brother and his soon to be wife on Saturday. TSO is the best man so we had no qualms with pitching in and making the party a success. Now, the friends that decided to have this party have a lot on their plate. The wife is very pregnant and they are planning to move to Florida very soon so it probably wasn't an ideal time for them to decide to do this...whatever!

Well, when we told them that we would help out I guess they decided that meant we would go out and buy EVERYTHING! We went to what we like to call Hell On Earth, or as others call it, Costco. It pretty much just got TSO and I annoyed and taking it out on each other which sucked. We bought 4 - 36 packs of beer and then another 3 cases that we had already got at home. We bought about $200 worth of wine and about $140 worth of beef tenderloin. All in all we spent about $600 at Hell. I don't know about you but I can't afford to throw anyone a $600 party so I was a little freaked out but I knew that we would somehow divide all the costs up and split it between all of the "hosts".

So, while we were shopping for the wine we had a brilliant idea. Instead of buying single, small, skinny bottles of wine, why don't we double our money, be a little bit more economical and buy the fatter bottles. You all know what I mean right? Same kind of wine that we planned to drink just in bigger bottles. Therefore saving us some money AND providing more wine for more people. We thought it was a novel idea!

So we get all the shit home. TSO, being the lovely man that he is, drives all of it over to the jerks house that are having the party. Once there the male host, we'll call him Slimy Joe, said to TSO, "I can't believe you bought cans" referencing the beer...Now, I don't know about your high Falootin' parties but where I live cans are standard and I don't know too many people that are offended by them.

So Saturday morning rolls around and the female host, we'll call her Sally May, calls me. She thanks me in her southern twang for "runnin' to the store and all, and droppin' everything over, BUT..." OH HERE IT COMES...the dreaded BUT!! She says "we didn't want to offend you and all but we were thinkin' you'd get just single bottles of wine. So we were thinkin' you could return this wine and we'd run out and git some other bottles today, is that okay with you?". As I was picking my jaw up off the floor I tried to process the conversation that was taking place but all I could get out was, "I don't care what you do, put the wine aside and we'll take it back". I was SO LIVID I could almost see red. I tried to rationalize from both sides. I went from laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation to being utterly pissed and disgusted with their stuck up, bitchy behavior. It pretty much ruined the night. I had a ton of wedding shit to do so that altered the timing of our day then I had to get home to COOK FOR THIS PARTY! Oh yeah, did I fail to mention that I also had to bring two dishes? Whoops... We ended up showing up late to the party. Sally May gave us attitude when we walked in the door and oh I gave it right back. I think I stunned the little bitch. Slimy Joe kept making comedic comments about the situation, I presume to kind of break the ice but I wasn't having it. I think I put him in his place a few times too.

Here is my thing...when I go to a party or hell, when someone throws a party for me, I would NEVER pay attention to the size of the bottle that my wine comes out of. As a matter of fact I would probably be happy that someone thought to stock up as I tend to be quite the whine-o some times. I just don't get it. Are some people that fucking concerned with appearances that a large bottle is so taboo? I mean, give me a fucking break. I wanted to knock Sally May over the head with one of those large bottles and try to pound some sense into her, but that wouldn't have been very lady like! Oh heavens no...Am I being the crazy one? Is anyone else offended by big bottles of wine? Do I need a lesson in party "hosting"? I just wanted to tell them off and let them know, next time, either be very specific or go out and get your own shit. By the way, no one told you to have a party when you're 80 months pregnant and planning a huge move! AAHHH this is the second weekend in a row where I couldn't wait for Monday to roll around! Sad huh?

Okay, I've been super busy at work lately...except for when I was watching Harry Potter at my desk yesterday (he he). Don't ask me how I pulled it off but I did. Don't be jealous. I would be if I wasn't me. And it was so good, but it totally made me want to be laying on the couch with a big fluffy blanket watching it.

I am starting to freak out a little bit with wedding stuff. I know I have a lot of time left, well, I think I do, but in the wedding planning world 6 months is like FUCK! You better get your shit down to the tee. I thought I had a lot done but in actuality I have a LOT to do still. So, I go back and forth from being proud and relaxed at the progress I've made to severe panic attack at the thought of all of the little shit things that still need to be done! I'm scared. Today I got an email from one of my maid's of honor (yes, I have more than one, 3 actually) asking for a list for the shower invitations, where I want to have it, blah, blah, blah! AHHHH! I fucking hate bridal showers. Not as much as baby showers, but I hate them none the less. They are usually so fucking lame. BUT, maybe this one will be better since, ummm, it's for me! HA HA. No really. There will be no games. No pastel shit. Do you think it's rude to not open my gifts in front of people? I guess that is kind of funked up huh? That's gonna take forever. I hate that happy, fake appreciation face you have to put on when you open a gift in front of someone, don't you? It hurts. I just kind of feel like I never even look at the gift until later when I get home because it's kind of embarrassing. Does that sound weird? It's just kind of makes me uncomfortable.

Okay, enough about that. This weekend The Sweet One and I are co-hosting an engagement party for his brother and our soon to be sister-in-law. This will be one of their 16 engagement parties to come...do I sound bitter? We have to go shopping at Costco today and get all the goods for the partay. We are making the "run" and then splitting the bill between the other hosts...we hope. If this is not the case I might slit my wrists. And if that happens you'll know because I won't be back to blog after the weekend.

Anyway, it's fucking beautiful out. It's in the high 60's already and it's supposed to be in mid 70's (shut up you lucky bitches that live somewhere much warmer). It's the warmest it's been here in a while and I feel a bout of Spring Fever coming on...uh oh! Okay, have a great weekend everyone. Do something fun so I can come read about it on Monday!

Random Bid Tits

Honest Tea:
Have you ever had the Honest Tea just a tad sweet tea's? OMG I love them! I love them number one because I love iced tea. Number two, because I prefer to cut back on my sugar intake for many reasons. And number three, most bottled tea's are WAY to sugary and taste awful. These teas are just wonderful. I heart them with all my body and soul. They are also USDA Organic and that makes me a little happier even! They come in a number of flavors but I have only tried the Heavenly Honey Green and the Peach. Yum...

Italian Wedding Soup:
I had a cup of this soup yesterday from the deli downstairs. I go back and forth with this soup. It's probably one of the most unhealthy things to eat, huh? I'm gonna pretend that it's not. There is spinach in it you know! Okay, there's probably about an ounce of spinach in the whole big ass vat that they put out. HA - oh well! I can't decide if the little terd shaped sausages in the soup are yummy and deelish or kind of gross and what I think Kibbles and Bits might taste like...? Not sure.

SONG!
Okay, I've had the same mothafucking song in my head for 3 days. That is THREE LONG DAYS! The song goes "I want to be adored..." but the Sweet One and I always say "I want to be a DOG" so now I can't get it out of my head! It's like a psychotic broken record in my brain. Even the little bark I do at the end - god I hope it doesn't slip out of my mouth out loud when someone is around me and then they think I'm nuts. Okay, I'm weird...WHATEVER!

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!
I think I have the best boyfriend, fiance, soon to be husband or as I like to call him, my poopalicious poopie pants! He is buying me HARRY POTTER today!!! Okay, so I kind of hinted, or as some would put it, TOLD him that it was coming out today and that I would love him forever if he got it for me...SO WHAT! I've said this before but I will say it again...I am not a huge sci fi fan. I couldn't sit still long enough to watch Lord of the Rings - I tried. I watched the first one and then almost cried thinking of all of those hours of my life that I wasted and would never get back. But when it comes to Harry I am in LOVE! I am such a dork for Harry Potter that it's almost embarrassing. But you know what? I'll shout it from the roof tops and I don't care who's listening. And, because of my love for HP I understand why some do love the others like Lord of the Rings, etc. That's just not my thing. Please don't chastise me for it okay?

Knee:
About three weeks ago I was outside with my daddy fixing a light on my car - okay, HE was fixing a light on my car, I won't pretend I contributed in any way. Whilst outside we were playing with our little puppy head lover dog. Well, my dad was throwing the tennis ball to her and she was getting all excited and well, doing what dogs do. Well, daddy face went to throw the ball and puppy head got super excited and did this weird half take off then she spun around and ran full force, right into my knees and kept on going up the hill for her ball. Well, she hit me so hard that she hyperextended my knee and knocked me out of my shoes! The popping sounds was bad enough (it was quite loud - almost a gross kind of loud), but I was literally standing in the drive way in my socks and my shoes were a few feet away from me. I am not making this up. I was pretty much in shock and laughing that, if I don't laugh I cry, laugh. My dad was like, what the hell is going on and when I could finally fight through the pain enough to speak I said, THE...DOG...KNOCKED...ME...OUT...OF...MY...SHOES...HA, HA, HE, HE....THAT...REALLY...HURT...HE, HE, HE... I kind of wanted to fall over but instead I just stood on the cold ass driveway bent over like the hunch back of Notre Dame kind of trying to figure out what to do next. When the pain subsided enough for me to walk I went in the house to shake it off. The dog should have at least offered to ride me in on her back, that little bitch...

So my point, and I do have one, is that my knee still hurts. And now I'm getting a little worried. Like maybe I should have gone to the doctor...Not sure what to do now. I think the doctor might yell at me...

OH MY GOD! Someone is eating McDonald's fries...I can smell them and it's making me want to jump over the cube in search of them! What IS it with those damn fries? Why are they so delicious? The smell alone is intoxicating. I hope you can't gain weight just from the smell...fuck, chances are you can!

In terms of how weekends go...this one was lame and kind of annoying!

The details...be prepared to be bored to tears:

Friday night it got so cold and windy that we decided to stay in. I even cooked dinner on Friday night and that doesn't happen often.

Saturday morning my step mom, one of my three sisters and I got up and headed over to my nana's house. She has breast cancer and is currently going through chemo and is starting to lose her hair. She wanted it all cut off so we went over with the clippers and gave her the G.I. Jane. My little sister did the honors. The first few buzzes brought on a few tears then it was done and she looked great. She has the most perfect little round head and of course with a beautiful face it really doesn't matter what your hair looks like. We also brought over a couple of our halloween wigs for her to try on and of course took pictures of her in the Tina Turner and the fluorescent red one. It ended up being a very nice, bonding experience.

That wasn't the bad part of the day....

so after the visit with our grandmother The Sweet One and I headed to Annapolis because his cousins have a shop there and were having their one year anniversary open house...It was fine, whatever, who cares - they had free wine. So since we were in town we decided we would walk down and have one of the dreamy crab cakes at our friend's bar and pub. We were craving them at this point! So, we start heading down the hill with TSO's parents and uncle. Once at the bottom of the hill Uncle decides to make an "executive" decision and lets us all know that we are no longer going to dreamy crab cake place, we're going to the Yacht Club! THE FUCKING YACHT CLUB!!! I don't know about you all but we are not really the yacht club type. You know what you imagine a yacht club is like? Well, you're right! Wood paneled rooms, dark lighting, OLD PEOPLE, people wearing their kakhi's and polo shirts, drinking out of brandy snifters, you get the picture...It was a real scene. So, needless to say, The Sweet One and I were a little bitter. Thankfully the food was good. I got the crab cakes...they weren't as good and the ones we would have had but I have to admit, as much as it pains me, that they were still pretty damned good...

So, whatever. Dinner was now going to be on Uncle - great, at least we didn't have to pay for shite. Then the cousins come down and join us from the open house. All of their rich, Annapolis friends had finally left I guess...Well, they decided that they were basically going to pick at TSO incessantly. This did not make him happy. Let's see, what did they talk about? Ummm, how do we plan to raise our children, as in what religion - you know, because this is a fun subject. Ummm, what else, where will we live? Why? Are we gonna register for china, silver and crystal? Oh wait, here's another good one - where will you go on your honeymoon? Oh Hawaii? Well...you know, it's REALLY expensive there. Are you SURE you want to go there? There are SO many other great places to go. Do you know how long it takes to get there? It's a really long trip. BANG! oh, sorry, that was the sound of the imaginary gun going off that was pointed at my temple. We drove home tense and angry. The only saving grace was getting home, opening a bottle of prosecco and getting in the hot tub. I think we HAD to get in the hot tub after that torture session! It was, pretty much, the worst way you could EVER spend a Saturday night. EVER!!

Sunday was great. We did pretty much nothing and spoke to pretty much no one! We had to make up for Saturday some how. All in all it was an uneventful, boring weekend. You know it's bad when you can't wait to go to work on Monday! YIKES...

I hope everyone else's weekend was better than mine.

Are you Sirius?

I am currently driving around in a brand new car on loan from my car dealership while my car is being worked on. It's beautiful and I would love to have a new car. Isn't is strange how nicely new cars feel when you drive them? The ride is so smooth, everything works perfectly, they smell delicious...The only problem is that I've become so attached to my Sirius satellite Radio that driving the new car is just not as enjoyable as it could be. I haven't listened to regular radio in at least 3 months and let me tell you, when you have to listen to it you realize that IT SUCKS!

On another note...I ordered this bathing suit top yesterday from Vic's Secret:

If only it would look like that on me! HA...I wish you could order the body to go with the suit. I'm experimenting with strapless tops this summer so I don't have the strappy tan lines for the wedding. We'll see. I'll be impressed if this piece of black rubber band can really hold my massive mamm's up. I'll keep you all posted.

I don't know how everyone else is feeling but THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY! I hope everyone is having a good day.

I had such good intentions...

I really did! We had a colleague in town from our New York office. She invited some of us girls out for a drink after work. I was going to go straight from the office but I decided to take my ass to the gym first since I got all my shit done early and I just KNEW if I didn't go early I wouldn't go at all. I have what some like to call a "DRINKING PROBLEM".

So, I did the right thing. I went to the gym. I spent a good hour and a half there. I did cardio and worked the arms pretty good with the weights. Then...I went to meet the ladies at the bar. I figured if I went all sweaty and nasty that I wouldn't stay for more than one...Yeah, did I mention my drinking problem?

Because I was planning to be SO GOOD and get home after one drink, I decided not to eat anything when everyone else was ordering and munching away on fatty food. You know, because I was going home to make dinner - something healthy and delicious. Yeah...not so much. Why can't I just stop after one? Even all sweaty and still in my moist sports bra I managed to keep drinking and stayed way beyond my time limit. I stayed until we all left together. You know, close to the restaurant's closing time. Of course since I didn't eat anything I got home and was drunk and starving - yay! I have an appetite again. How fabulous for me.

Who tells us we're adults and allowed to live alone? I ended up making myself about a half a pack of bacon (okay it wasn't that much but if I wouldn't feel so guilty about it, I'd eat the whole damn package by myself!) an egg and a piece of toast. Not the worst thing you can eat at midnight but still. It was so fucking tasty. Might have been the alcohol masking my taste buds. Who cares...?

My head is still pounding but I'm learning to work through it. The Claritin D is helping for the few hours that it lasts but believe me, I can still feel that underlying brain matter just itching to seep from my nasal passages. The alcohol I keep adding to my system couldn't be contributing, no, not at all! Unbelievably, and don't ask me how, my pineapple is feeling a MILLION times better. Maybe complaining about yeast infections makes them go away. All I know is I plan to complain, complain, complain from now on. Eh, fuck off, I won't do it on the blog okay? I'll just complain to YOU...you know who you are...good luck!

Since I'm a good little Catholic girl, I will wish you all a very happy Ash Wednesday. Now I must continue to walk around as every ass hole looks at me like I'm crazy because I don't know that there's "dirt" on my forehead. My favorite is the sweet little guy that tries to let you know that, "hey, there's something on your forehead (as he very nonchalantly points at his own brow line)"...Thanks tool bag...it's ASH WEDNESDAY!