Okay, so who got me presents?
(Ohhh so now you're gonna bring up the fact that I stiffed you on your birthday. Jeez. It's always gotta be about you.)
Well, I'm 23 today. And ya know, when I turned 22 last year, I was a little bummed because 21 was an awesome year of basically drinking and partying and being free and single, primarily with my friend Echo. But 22 didn't turn out bad at all, so now I'm not at all worried about 23. So that's cool. (And I do realize anyone older than me is saying "shut the hell up, young'n".) So I guess I won't have to stress until I'm at the 29 to 30 birthday mark, which I hear is a little rough patch to get through. So, really, I have like 6 more stress-free birthdays ahead of me. Wooo!
Now, I can eat my cake without too much worry. (Diet starts: January 1st, 2007)
I'm going right now to pick up The Boyfriend from the airport (he went home for the holidays) and he has to spend the whole day with me because, hello, it's my birthday. :)
He got the Season 1 DVD of Battlestar Galactica for Christmas, so we're gonna start watching that today. He was very very evil in letting me watch the mini-series DVD (which caused the series to launch because of the sudden cult following)... and that was over a month ago. In the meantime, BSG is in its 3rd Season on the Sci-Fi channel, and I can't just start up in the middle of Season 3!! I wasn't expecting it to be so good, and I had to wait in agony all this time to see Season 1.
Anyway, so that will be my day! Later, everyone.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Okay, so who got me presents?
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I went to Gordman's (favorite store in the world... before this) a few days ago to do some final Christmas shopping. I didn't expect to find that their lingerie section was freaking awesome, with all kinds of cute and/or sexy outfits to choose from. They even had a whole 2 racks devoted to Plus-Size Lingerie. Yeah, that's right. I'm freakin Plus-Size, okay? Make with the fat jokes already.
Okay, ANYway. I picked out a really nice two-piece thingie-ma-bob. You know, the confusing strappy bra/cami top piece with matching bottoms. I wanted to make sure the top would fit, so I went to try it on in the dressing room. I took one set that had a 38C top, and one set that was a 42C top. I'm actually a 40C on top, though I have been known to fluctuate depending on the brands/stores/style/etc.
Like all girls are aware, especially us busty-girls (and many guys are completely clueless to this fact): There just is no standard for sizing in the fashion world. You absolutely must try things on, or be a geek (confession: I do this often) and take exact measurements before buying.
So anyway, the 42C top ended up fitting well.
I should have paid more attention to the bottoms though, which I realize is my own damn fault, because if I would have switched the 38C's bottoms with the 42C's bottoms, I would have had no trouble. However, I spaced it out and didn't even look at the sizes of the bottoms.
Never assume you're normally-shaped. That's my fault, I get it. I get it!!
Well, I get it home and see the tag on the bottoms, and it's 2 sizes bigger than what I know is my usual size. Well, maybe the sizes are just different like that, I think, since sizes always vary depending on the brand. So I unfold them and hold them up, and they are noticeably way too freaking big. Like, they would have literally fallen off of my ass. And that's not particularly sexy.
I know there's lots of chicks out there that have large bums (why surely, since Sir Mix-A-Lot wrote an entire song on this topic), but apparently I'm horrifically misshapen, in that my bust is twice the size of my ass, according to this department store. Because I needed at least 2 sizes smaller.
I told Nadine about all this, and she says, "Just go back there and switch them. It's no big deal."
Me: "I think I can just do that through customer service."
Nadine: "Yeah, but they won't let you. It's a hygiene issue. You know, just in case you're a nasty."
Me: "Oh, okay. But I didn't even try them on."
Okay, I get that it's a hygiene issue. Believe me, I am glad for this policy. And I get they don't wanna take my word on it, because obviously any kind of person could be lying about it. Okay, I get that. However, I should have just gone and switched them myself, because what happened when I went through customer service was A Christmas Nightmare.
I stand in a very long line to get to one of two nasally little skinny-bitches working at the customer service station in the front of the store. It's finally my turn and I pull the lingerie set out of my Gordman's bag and say, "I need to exchange part of this outfit because it's too big."
She says, "Okay, leave your bag here and do your shopping, and come back when you have your items." Okay, cool. I go back to the rack and take a pair of bottoms in the correct size and bring it back.
Once again... a very long line I have to wait in to talk to the same snooty little girl. I get to the line and show her the correct pair of bottoms and say, "Okay, here is what I needed to exchange."
Bitchy McSnootFace, scrunching her face in mild disgust: Ohhh yeahhhh, you can't do that.
Me: Okay. But you just told me to go get these so I could exchange them.
Bitchy McSnootFace: Uhm, yeahhhh... I thought you meant something else.
Me, thinking: are you stupid, woman? what else could I have possibly meant!? I set them right in front of you and said "I need to exchange this"
Out loud, I say: Well, what can I do here then? Because I want to buy these bottoms. The other bottoms are 2 sizes too big.
Bitchy McSnootFace: Uhhhm, I don't know. But you can't exchange the bottoms.
Me: Okay, can I buy this pair of bottoms separately? Because I still want them.
Bitchy McSnootFace: No, that's a set. You have to buy the whole set.
Me: Okay, that's fine. Then charge me for the whole set, but I only need the bottoms. Because the top of the first set I bought fits fine.
Bitchy McSnootFace, looking exasperated (almost rolling her eyes): Okay, fine.
Me, thinking while I look at the countertop: Okay, please please stop being a bitch. I'm already embarrassed enough as it is being denied a lingerie exchange in front of an entire very long line of Christmas shoppers. I don't want to argue. I just want to pay whatever money it takes to get the hell out of here with what I intended to buy in the first place.
Bitchy McSnootFace: Where is the top for those bottoms you just brought up here?
Me, trying not to turn bright red and still acting very nice to her: I left the top on the rack because that isn't what I wanted to exchange. Sorry, I guess I should have brought it up.
Bitchy McSnootFace, talking to me like I'm 5 years old: Well, I can't ring up the panties without the top, because they're a set.
Bitchy McSnoot gets on her walkie-talkie, which announces things over the intercom of the store. She picks up the lingerie and holds it up high for everyone to see while she describes it in (poor) detail into the walkie-talkie.
Here is what she says:
"I need someone to go to the PLUS-SIZED lingerie racks to get the a Intimate Encounter brand lingerie top with a missing panty. The top is black see-through material with red ties over the... the boobs part."
I am effing serious folks, she said "boobs part". I wish it wasn't true. The dimwit doesn't know the word "chest" or "bust" or any other synonym that would be 10X more appropriate than "boobs part" being blared throughout the entire store.
Meanwhile, I am mortified. I am easily embarrassed, in case you didn't already know. I am also remarkably shy, and fairly reserved, especially when it comes to my private underthings! (Well, they're not private now. Since I'm blogging about them. And also all staff and holiday shoppers at Gordman's are now painfully aware of my lingerie choices.) So, this was practically torture to me. I stared deeper into the countertop and turn the reddest shade of red you'll ever see.
This nice lady who works the sales floor answers the page and comes up with the wrong set. It is a smaller set, but it's "not the right one" because it doesn't have bottoms with it. She has to go back and look again. Meanwhile, the line behind me is growing and Bitchy McSnoot gets on the intercom, with the most annoyed voice imaginable, and says, "Can I get another associate to help cover the customer service desk. We're really backed up here."
Oh my god. Let it end, please. Finally, the nice lady from the sales floor came back again with the correct top. Thank you, lord.
Bitchy McSnootFace did some number-punching on the cash register and then handed me a receipt. She flatly says, "Thank you for shopping at Gordman's" and then looks behind me as if to say, I'm done with you now, who's next in line?
Me, confused: Wait, I didn't give you my credit card to pay for the outfit. What did you pay for that with?
Bitchy McSnootFace, looking even more annoyed: What are you talking about? You wanted to exchange this, right?
Me, now starting to sound pissed: No. I said, the bottoms on this 1st set I bought are too big. Then I said I would have to buy this 2nd smaller set right now because YOU SAID they were a set and I could not purchase them separately.
Bitchy McStupid, gaining more attitude: Sooooo... you want to buy both these sets right now?
Me, not raising my voice at all, but clearly more pissed: I have already purchased THIS FIRST SET. Do you want to see my receipt? I already bought this first set. I need the second set in order to have an entire set that will fit correctly. I am only buying ONE set today. Not exchanging. Do you need to see my receipt from the first set? I have it r-
Bitchy McBitchSnoot, blinking vacantly at me through most of my re-explanation, finally cuts me off: Okay okay, I get it. No, I don't need to see the receipt.
Me: So, you were going to let me exchange this set, but I couldn't exchange just the bottoms? That makes no sense.
Bitchy McSnootFace: They're a SET, ma'am.
Me: Okay, whatever.
But I was thinking (afterwards, because on the spot I'm not even remotely clever or fast): Just because you decided to hang them together doesn't mean they're a set. They have separate tags, you freakin mean-ass, no-class snot. It's meant for people who are different shapes, as I apparently am, so they can get the correctly sized set. NOT ALL WOMEN are a size 0 twig with negative-AA cups and entirely no ass, you little jerkface. Normal women come in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. I know you can't grasp this concept because you and all your little size 0, assless friends have always jumped off the exact same bridges together, thus you would have no frigging idea what the rest of the world was like.
Bitchy McSnootFace finally gets me rung up correctly and I quickly leave the store with both of the lingerie sets, still horrifically embarrassed and bright red. So, now I have an extra pair of bottoms that are 2 sizes too big, and an extra top that is 2 sizes too small. I'm sure that anyone watching the whole ordeal was just confused as hell. I can hear them now: "Why does she want both sets? Is there just not enough fabric in one set to cover her enormous girth?" (okay, so most people aren't that bitchy, but you never know.)
This was by far the least professional salesperson I've ever had to deal with. Seriously. She could have displayed even the slightest amount of class or tact, but instead it was as if she were purposely trying to embarrass me. It felt like the horrors of high school all over again. I was back to being the nerdy, awkward teenaged girl being ridiculed by the tall, skinny, enormously popular cheerleader while a crowd of our peers watched me stare at the ground. (Okay, so it wasn't as bad as highschool, but the analogy does fit.)
Before you say, "You've obviously never worked retail, she was just doing her job" I must say SHUT YOUR FACE, because I have worked retail in the past and I still deal with customers and clients to this day. So I know proper etiquette, even if I never worked with anything as delicate as lingerie. There's a sense of class you need to have in order to deal with any customer.
And I wasn't even being a bitchy or difficult customer! I was agreeable and passive (even when I should have smacked her one) which is usually my favorite type of customer. Usually you don't go treating that type of agreeable customer like crap, or being rude and giving her attitude, and making her never want to come back.
Speaking of which, I really am never going back there. Ever. Thanks a lot, SnootFace.
I told The Boyfriend about all this later, and he said that I should call and complain to a manager about her lack of class and utter rudeness (since I do remember her real name from her nametag). Well, I'm just not that type of person, I guess. I don't like to make a fuss. I've worked retail, as I said, and I don't appreciate customers that make a fuss. Just deal with it. Working with customers sucks enough as it is, I don't want to be a complainer. Though she would deserve it.
So, I guess I'd rather blog about it. That's how I deal with it.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Found a little quizzy-question-thinker-thing that I kind of like. All the questions can be kinda lame in spots, but I have interesting-ish stories/explanations to help non-lame them. Actually, some of my answers are just Too Much Information. (As usual.)
Describe your very FIRST...
Memory? I really do remember as a barely-walking toddler waking up and getting out of my crib to pull the nightlight out of the wall. Then I started screaming because it was dark. Then I took my diaper off. Then I screamed some more because I was cold. I don't remember anything else, though I'm sure my parents came in shortly thereafter to shut me up, fix my problems, and strap me down again in my crib. (Not literally, people. Jeez. And take Child Protective Services off your speed dial already. It's scaring your friends and neighbors.)
Word(s)? I said "doggie" first... Who knew I'd become an animal lover!? :) After that I said "daddy" and then some time later (and I will never hear the end of this from her) I said "mommy".
Crush? I remember I was totally obsessed with Bejan Pourteymor (I have no idea how to spell it, so I spelled it phonetically. It was a middle-eastern name, I believe) in early grade school. (This was the start of a lifetime obsession with foreign guys.) I vaguely remember my mom taking me to his apartment complex where he lived with his mom, for whatever reason, and he answered the door wearing those footy-pajamas with Transformers on them (this was like 3rd or 4th grade, so he really should have been too old for those YEARS ago). But I still liked him. He was so funny! You know, for a gradeschooler.
Pet? The first dog that was actually mine was a Cocker Spaniel named Daisy (her name was actually much much longer than that, but I'm too embarrassed to share the whole thing), that my dad bought for me as a puppy when I was 5. She lived a spoiled, fat and happy life for 15 years solid (which is a long time for that breed) and passed away almost 3 years ago.
Girl/boyfriend? My first "boyfriend" was in my freshman year of highschool. One of my friends set me up with her cousin so we could double date to some stupid dance. (Yes, I'm so cool.) I "dated" him for a week and dumped him the day after the dance. He was really boring.
Kiss? I was 17, I think. He was a jerk. Seriously, if I saw him today I might throw up in his eye. We met online, which wasn't the issue, but obviously the issue was that I had no idea who he really was until it was too late. And my judge-of-character was completely Non-Working at the time (which should have been apparent from my group of friends at that time). We made out a bit after we met, but then when it came down to talking about 'us', he said that I "wasn't beautiful" like he thought I was. He said from my photos he was expecting a "beautiful, sexy, little gpth girl" and I wasn't what I had portrayed. Hello, asshole, I am 17... I don't even know what I am yet!! Every normal 12-17 year old girl is slightly-goth and takes Emo-esque photographs of themselves. WTF did he expect? Anyway, if I "wasn't beautiful" enough for him, then why did he make out with me, and lead me on? Oh yeah, that's right, he's an effing bastard.
Because of this colassal jerkoff, I developed a strict policy to never kiss a guy I wasn't entirely interested in. Thus, I have done my fair share of backing away from guys trying to go in for a kiss. I just refuse to lead a guy on in any possible way... I know what it's like and it sucks. (Sorry, guys... I wasn't just "being shy" or "playing hard-to-get". I just didn't like you. That's usually what it means when a girl backs away from a kiss. If she likes you, she won't do that. Usually. Guess what, it doesn't hurt to ask beforehand. Then you'll know for sure and avoid feeling confused when she runs away from your affections.)
Rejection from a guy/girl you liked? Oh, there have been so many. (Both given and received.) Well, the first time I was rejected by a guy that I clearly remember was in 7th grade. I liked this guy, (who was a TOTAL dork, by the way) and he and I became pretty close friends. Well, I was all excited about it and telling all my friends that I thought maybe he liked me like that. He pulled me aside one day at lunchtime, saying he wanted to ask me something. All my friends were going "ooooh, he's gonna ask you out!" but when he got me alone he asked me if I could help set him up with my best friend (skinny, pretty, personality-less best friend)... I was so mortified. The worst part... she wasn't even remotely interested in him because he was a freakin dork and she was too good for him!! So, I had to let him down for her nicely and then consoled him like the good friend I was. But he just never stopped talking about her!! Surprisingly, I didn't have the need to be friends with him any longer after a short while of that.
Car? 91' Ford Escort LX, fully loaded. My baby! From my parents when I turned 16 (slightly spoiled, I know).
Puppy love? I thought I was in love with Air Force Guy when I was 19 years old and he was 21. We never even held a conversation longer than 5 minutes. Ugh, and it took me forever to get over him! WHY!?
Cell phone? I had a pay-as-you-go phone and no-contract service that I bought almost 3 years ago so that Nadine could call me when she was having her daughter. Before that I was really anti-cell phones and always claimed that I would never get one. I found out that I really liked having a cell phone... I used up WAY too many minutes way too fast with that pay-as-you-go phone, so I bought an unlimited-minute, no-contract plan from Cricket about a year ago and have been really happy with the service ever since I got it.
True love? Well... I don't want to jinx it! You're not supposed to say it out loud, right? That's what jinxes it... but, uh, yeah. You know what I'm saying. I think.
Real job? Well, I'm assuming that by 'real' you don't mean babysitting, so... Gosh, it's really hard to remember when I even started working a real job. I think it wasn't until I was out of highschool... though I guess I can't remember for sure. But I do remember my parents told me after I dropped out of hellschool, I mean highschool, to "get a job or get out" so I got a job working retail at Nobbies, a party supply store. It was slightly fun, for a retail gig.
"Intimate" encounter? (You know what I mean) Okay, this is the part of the quizzy-thing I think goes too far. I mean, this is kinda personal, even for a crappy little blog like mine that only 4 people read. But uhh okay I'll just be vague, but still answer, so as not to seem like a prude. It was not even a year ago. (Yeah, that's right. I waited until I was ready and I met someone I really cared about so that I wouldn't regret it. Make your jokes.) And it was fairly romantic and good and all that crap. I'm not with the guy anymore, for good reasons... we weren't good together when it came right down to it. And though I did care about him, it only took me 4 days to get over him. Lol. So, it probably wasn't love.
Then I started this blog right after!
Wow, sharing time is OVER.
This wasn't really a taggy-post, but I will tag you all anyway (Mikala, Tiffany, Missy, insert your name here and you know who you are, etc!). Because, damnit, I feel awkward and exposed and you all should share in the over-sharing.
Tis the season, right? Yeah.
So, Happy Holidays, my lovelies!
Please drive safely (see: not like me) and make sure you have a designated driver for New Year's, or just stay where you are, drunkie mcdrunkerson.
Alas, my friends, I won't be going out OR drinking this year. (But I'm okay with it.) And although I know you'll miss hearing a new story like the one from last year, I really want to ring in the New Year with my New Guy.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
For my real-life friends, you are permitted to ignore this post. I realize that I bitch about my job enough and by now you're probably sick of hearing about it. So it's okay if you skip this.
Well, I did the math (yes, I am capable) on my Christmas Bonus this year. I'm actually giving the company money this year.
Here's what I figured out:
- My bonus will be $50 or less*. Most likely less.
- My boss cut my hours (again) for next week, in an approximate amount that will make me lose $108. Which isn't a lot of money when you think about it, but I get paid pretty shitty and so that's a lot to me. Especially around the holidays, when I am broke from buying Christmas presents**.
Therefore, I will actually be giving the company approximately $58 for Christmas. And that's assuming my bonus is actually as high as $50, and not less.
* Although I haven't gotten my bonus yet, I am taking this figure from years' past.
** Every single year I spend way too much on Christmas presents. I can't help it, I like buying presents.
Anyway, so that's yet another reason my job sucks. Happy holidays, everyone!
Monday, December 18, 2006
This is a really old chatlog from July 24, 2006. (The guy I was dating at that time really was a jerk. So don't judge me
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Ya know what, every day my work gets worse. Not because things actually get worse, but because they remain at the exact same level of CRAP day after day. And it really wears on me. Especially at this particular moment.
So, for quite a while there, my 1/2 hour lunchtime got shoved around while my boss tried to find a schedule for us girls up in the office area that he liked. And you see, I've got this thing... (which I'm sure isn't normal, but since I don't have health insurance, I can't really go and ask anyone without having to sell a kidney) Anyway, I have this thing where if I don't eat 3 meals at regular times, or if I skip a meal ever, I immediately get extremely shaky and also feel quite weak.
I have tried eating a candybar, thinking maybe I just need a quick jolt of sugar. But this doesn't help.
Yet I was always the one to have my lunch switched, moved, changed, ignored, interrupted, skipped, and split up. Finally he decides my permanent lunchtime will be at 11:30 AM, when no one in their right mind is hungry yet. But okay, so I adjusted my Internal Hunger Schedule to that time frame and things run smoothly whenever he is not in the office.
But whenever he is here, LIKE TODAY, there is always something that keeps me from going at my normal time. For example, right now it is 12:18 and I was supposed to go to lunch at 11:30... but he has my co-worker in there in a meeting and if I leave without anyone else here to answer the phones then I will get into major trouble. It's a small company, there are usually only 1-2 people in the office at one time. So I can't leave until she's free to take over for me.
So I wait. It's 12:20 now. I'm just watching the effing clock and getting more and more angry.
The thing that bothers me most is that he doesn't give a crap about me. What if I had an appointment over my lunch break? What if I had a lunch date? What if I wanted to actually PLAN SOMETHING around my STUPID FREAKING 1/2 HOUR BREAK that is my ONLY freaking break from this HELL HOLE, all day long!? Oh, but of course his schedule is always more important than mine, and god forbid I say a word, because then I'd get chewed out.
It's now 12:23. I have 7 minutes left until my co-worker's scheduled lunch break begins. So now I will probably have to wait until 1:00 PM for my lunch break.
And of course I didn't bring my lunch in today, so now even though I am feeling shaky, I have to drive somewhere to get my lunch.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Okay, I got this from Skittles blog. I guess I've been missing out on checking my favorites lately, because she's got a new layout design in a festive green-and-red that is very sharp!
Anyway, I've seen this friendship thing before but it's just too funny. And true! So I had to share. This poem reminds me so much of my friends and I. I don't think I need to name names... it's fairly obvious to them which ones remind me of them. However, I threw in a couple links to previous (hilarious) posts to help you out...
When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.
When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
When you are confused -- I will use little words.
When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
After spending all that time with Britney Spears and her two kids, Paris Hilton says she's ready to start having children of her own. She tells Life & Style Weekly:"It's been my dream to have four babies by 30. I look after animals, so I'd have a lot to give my kids."
Paris, I'm not sure how much clearer I can make this:
PLEASE DON'T REPRODUCE. THANKS.
I know this is my 4th post in one day, but I had a lot of catching up to do. Plus, they're all fairly short-and-sweet posts, so shut your face. :D
I got tagged a couple times in a row by Mikala! Like, a week ago. So, I need to catch up.
6 Weird Things About Me!
- I don't like oranges or any orange-flavored things.
- I have monkey toes, even though they are deceivingly short and fat little toes. I can spread all my toes apart, pick up almost anything with them, and also control most of my toes individually. (This sounds creepier than it actually is. My toes are quite cute, it's just they are very bendy or something.)
- In the past 10 years I have attained an unhealthy collection of panda and panda-related merchandise.
- I decided to become a vegetarian while eating beef jerky and listening to Silverchair's "Spawn" (a song about animal liberation).
- I love foreign foods (Indian, Persian, Thai, Japanese, Italian, Mexican) and I love foreign films (Amelie, Grave of the Fireflies, Run Lola Run, La Cage aux Folles, Life is Beautiful, etc) and am very interested in foreign cultures... but when it comes down to it, I don't have much interest in visiting foreign countries.
- I'm agnostic, which means I don't believe in or follow any one particular religion (though I don't disbelieve in them either), and I'm perfectly happy with it.
5 Favorite Christmas Songs
According to Mikala, I'm supposed to name my top 5 favorite christmas songs for this taggy-post. (I love her word for it, "taggle".) Here's my list:
- Silent Night
- The First Noel
- Winter Wonderland (I know I know, this isn't technically a Christmas song, but so what.)
- Do You Hear What I Hear?
- White Christmas
Okay! I am all caught up on my tags now! Thanks again to Mikala, who was kind enough to tag me! :) I'm supposed to tag a bunch of people, so uhhh you've been tagged. Also, do the purse thing, it's fun and you can really clean that bitch out while you're at it. (Though I didn't...)
My purse, full:
On pocket, from left to right: Ani DiFranco button, Tegan & Sara button.
On strap, above: Button that reads 'Green Beans: 12 oz.'
Okay. Get ready for it...
My purse, with of all contents:
From left to right (for the most part):
- Faceplate and case for my car stereo by JVC
- Nightmare Before Christmas wallet (bought from Hong Kong)
- Violet/fuscia coin purse from Clinique
- Pair of pink heart-shape Swarovski crystal earrings (bought on eBay)
- Pink multi-ink pen shaped "like a tiny dildo" (according to Nadine)
- Small spray bottle of "Glow by J.Lo" cheap-o imitation perfume
- 3 Hershey's dark chocolate squares
- Necklace in abalone and pearl from my great-grandma
- Mini-briefcase with essential grooming tools (file, tweezers, scissors, clippers, etc)
- Blue "cheese-grater" nailfile with a broken handle
- 4-sided pink/purple/blue/teal nail buffer/shiner (cannot live without it)
- 1 GB USB Flash Drive by Lexar in silver and black
- Giant silver safety pin (I have no idea why)
- Cheap plastic wide-tooth comb
- Mini travel-size bottle of Purell hand sanitizer with aloe
- Pink hair-tie
- Random loose quarter
- Big "claw" hair clip
- Wooden curved hair brush with rubber gripped handle
- "Candy BonBon" WetSlicks Crystals lip gloss by CoverGirl
- 2 tubes of Liquid Ice "sticky" lip gloss from Walgreens
- "Megaberry" Megabites Flavorful Lipstick by Jane
- "Silver Sand" Moisture Extreme lipcolor by Maybelline
- "Malt" lip gloss from Target's dollar aisle
- "Blossom" lip gloss by Ten
- "Creamy Natural" TruBlend Liquid Foundation by CoverGirl
- Las Vegas souvenir tin that says JENNY (filled with Ibuprofen and Allegra)
- Cheap Bic ballpoint from Olive Garden (oops)
- Uni-ball ballpoint pen
- Pink double-sided Sharpie
- Kyocera Dorado cell phone from Cricket
- Makeup brush for face powder
- "Translucent" CornSilk Shineless Pressed Powder by Sally Hansen
- Lighter that Echo gave me
- Natural Ice lipbalm by Mentholatum Co.
- Beeswax lipbalm by Walgreens (just like Burt's Bees!)
- Lava Lips flavored lip gloss by BonBons (you get this stuff at Walmart)
- "Twig" Beyond Color lip recovery cream by Avon
- Halloween face shimmer from Walgreens
- My keys, with:
- Crane Coffee keychain that says "I (heart) NADINE" in pink Sharpie
- Black/white keychain that reads:
- Baker's (Kroger's) card
- Omaha Public Library card
- Big metal clippy thing from The Boyfriend
- White bottle opener from Nadine
- Black and pink braided ghetto-lanyard
- 6 keys (3 keys actually useable): My house key, my car key, Mom's car key, my old car key (my first car, the Ford Escort LX, that I sold over 2 years ago), key to Gramma's old apartment (she has since moved twice), and an old house key (before getting all new doorknobs).
Thanks to Mikala (and Tiffany) for this idea.
P.S. I have since gotten a new purse, but all the same crap got transferred into it so I'm not retaking the photos. Blogger also won't let me upload photos today, so you'll have to click on the link if you wanna ooh and ahh and my new purse.
I swear, I have been pretty busy...
- Drove Dad to the ER at 1:30 am last week
- Skipped work the next day due to lack of sleep
- Found out Dad has multiple blood clots in his lungs (like last time)
- My uncle from South Dakota randomly came to stay with us
- Bought Echo's Christmas present online (woo!)
- Helped Gramma go through the exact same box 3 times
- Griped at Gramma
- Got griped at by Gramma
- Watched Annie Hall and Pi with The Boyfriend
- Ate an egg, cheese, spinach, and artichoke souffle from Panera Bread
- Almost died of PURE JOY from eating souffle at Panera Bread
- Went Christmas Tree shopping with The Boyfriend
- The ONLY coworker/supervisor that I like announced he's leaving in a week
- Won a 3-hour limo ride in a crooked raffle at my work
- Hated my job 437 times
- Thought about going back to school 73 times
- Applied at only 1 job that looked remotely promising
- Bought a new purse (made me feel better)
- Found a freakin awesome B'n'B in Crescent, Iowa (they have 3 dachshunds!!!)
- Dad got released from the hospital
- My uncle went back home
- Gramma looked through exact same box a 4th time
Jen: Hi blog... how have you been the past week or so?
Blog: *blank stare*
Jen: Oh. You're mad that I've been neglecting you, huh?
Jen: Look, I've been really busy with Family Things and with The Boyfriend.
Jen: Okay, mostly with The Boyfriend.
Blog: That's what I thought.
Jen: Hey, don't guilt trip me about this.
Blog: You're not around enough to give a guilt trip to.
Jen: YOU NEVER WANT ME TO BE HAPPY.
Blog: Shut up and post something already.