I enjoy being a girl....

In the morning when I drive to work down Schaumburg road, I pass three of those hokey church signs all in a row. I need to find a better route to work.

Speaking of work, I'll be in Salt Lake City next week for another one of those God forsaken math conferences. I effing hate math...like so much...why am I still doing this?

I'll be going to L.A. in May, hopefully that will be fun.

I've been looking on almost a daily basis to see what opportunities live out on the interweb. I've come to the conclusion that there aren't any.

I've been tracking my headaches for the last three months. I'm almost convinced they are "hormonal" How gross. Like...not only do you get to have your "woman time" but for 3 days before hand you get to have a sweet migraine!

I'm working on a little recap of the last four years of my life...via online journal and blog. it's going to be very narcissistic and you will like it, damn it.

That is all for now.

Have you tried....?

"Yes, I have. Thanks!" Or "No, it's not really what I'm looking for, thanks though!"

This is my daily life now. People at work ask me how the wedding planning is going and I tell them, it isn't, really. Then they become concerned and start to ask me if I've looked into such and such venue or reception hall or banquet hall...and I have to politely find a way of either telling them, "yes, I've thought of that already" or "Now, I just told you what I DO want. Why would you even suggest that to me?"

Now, there is a huge difference between the people who know you and your personality giving you advice (even those who work with you) and people who know what you sometimes do or wear or talk about at work, giving you advice. It's painful and sooo time consuming. Someone actually told me I "looked sad" when I was receiving said "advice" today. This is not good. Why is no one picking up on my body language? No one will talk to me about anything else and I don't even try to bring it up.

Annie--I thought you said people were going to be running the other direction? Why isn't this happening? Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I need to be more overjoyed and less melancholy when people ask me about it?

I don't want to be rude, and I know people are trying to be helpful and take an interest. With that said, Make it Stop. I can't imagine what it's like being pregnant or having a child for God's sakes. I'm going to have to wear ear plugs...or learn sign language so I can pretend I went deaf from conceiving the child. Wait--could I pass that off as a side effect of wedding planning??? The deafness, not the conception. I don't need to open that can of advice worms...

Oh, I have a headache too. Shocking.

Cake on 5...

Today I was alerted to this note on the microwave at work. I shit a brick, then took a photo of it...luckily I always have my camera with me now. Although it's completely maddening that someone would go out of their way to write this...it's "so us" when it comes to the people I work with. My friend added in the "There's medication for this."



The first thing that popped into my mind was how funny this would be to post on a Web site that posts passive aggressive notes. I explained the Web site to my friend and when I got home I went to post it on the site. And lo and behold, I found this:

Edit: I took the link off because this blog was linked to their site and I don't need people I work with being all up in my biznaz. If you want to see the post just go to the site that hosts the notes.

It's a copycat job! Someone in my office reads this Web site and copied the job from Baltimore. My mission tomorrow is to find out who posted that post-it and bond over a love of passive aggressive notes.

Don't write me off...

1. i cannot, cannot, CAN-NOT stand this weather anymore.
2. the other thing I cannot stand is a close second, and that would be my current source of income.
3. i keep going over the years from when I graduated college until where I am now and I wonder why I didn't try harder to make something happen for myself back then.
4. that leads me to then ask why I can't do it now.

Long story short...I'm in a rut. S...O...S.

In other news that you probably don't want to read about, (but you will...because you are already here and well, this is the only 'News' that i have right now) I created that swell place to write about planning the wedding. I haven't added anything to it yet...but it's there whenever I feel so inclined.

wouldn't it be nice


Also, I'm watching Lost. I've never seen a single episode of this show, and I don't understand a word of it...but I think it's funny that A) Jack's name is "Dr. Shepard" (like, he's the original McDreamy and shit) and B) that "Mike" from Las Vegas is on here playing a total serious Dr. and he has a junior high mustache. and C) This Hurley guy totally looks and talks like this lady i work with...yup I said lady.

Okay, seriously...this show is a total bummer. I guess I can see why people watch it though. Pretty mysterious.

In regards to point 1. from above...I've found a house in Nashville which has a pretty nice climate. I will be moving soon:

ummm...yeah.

Blarg.

I can't believe tomorrow is already Monday. This weekend went by too fast. I spent most of it on the computer looking at all things wedding related. I've sent out some inquiries for vendors, so we'll see. I'd like to find a place soon so I can actually have a date, etc. Other than that, there was a "What Not To Wear" marathon on today, so...that was today.

Speaking of the wedding...I really want to have a separate space to write about the planning, the details, etc. But, I cannot think of what to call it. I'm at a loss. Hopefully something will come to me soon because I have a lot to talk about!

Other than that...

I'm tired. Goodnight.

True Love

Okay, first of all, I have WAY too many pictures of the Spice Girls saved on my computer. Secondly, look at this picture. Thirdly, go read what the Fug Girls have to say about it because it's pretty funny. All I can say about it is that I love that Posh decided that if she was going to clutch anything, it was NOT going to be Scary Spice! and also why haven't they just built a Posh robot and programmed her to look like she's actually interested in being there? honestly, I bet it'd be a lot cheaper. But also a lot less awesome.

Dolla Dolla Bills Ya'll

Last we left off, I was hanging out with "Rude Boy" who was dressed as a skin head, until he ran off into the sunset. I pity the fool who is sitting next to that guy on the plane. What a nightmare.

Anywho, so the flight to California is a little over 4 hours. We've already been sitting on the runway for an hour before we even take off. I'm surrounded by really old people and really young babies. You'd think the babies would be the problem, but not so. The old people behind me were the kind of people who have to narrate everything and state the obvious. The two in front of me smelled like a mixture of York Peppermint Patties and nicotine but they were pretty quiet. The two behind me had no odor, but they take the cake for annoying old people. Old people on planes are seriously the worst.

Here's a little glimpse into my hour on tarmack:

Please imagine this in a very monotone old person voice.
Old guy: This is awful
Old lady: What is going on?
OG (pretending he knows what he's talking about): They should be giving us updates on the take off. That's what they should be doing.
OL: This is awwwwfuuuuul
OG: Look, that Korean plan just cut in line in front of us.
OL: This is awful.

It's like, 'really? you think this is awful? you know what is awful? listening to the sound of the two of you effing yammering back and forth and complaining about it!'

Then they start reading off all the names of the different airlines.
OG: American Airlines
OL: hmmmm.
OL: Delta
OG: hmmmm.
OG: United
OL: What?
OG: UNITED!
OL: hmmmm.

this went on until we took off. I had to save my precious battery on my Zune so I could watch back to back episodes of Always Sunny in Philadelphia and listen to my "airplane" music. I have certain albums and artists that I always listen to on the airplane. Almost always they include Illinoise by Sufjan Stevens, anything by The Get Up Kids, Interpol's Antics, a little Band of Horses, Death Cab, and then I listen to some more upbeat stuff when I feel sleepy. This time I listened to the new Lupe Fiasco (which is so good) and Smoke or Fire. I don't sleep on planes when I'm by myself. A) because I'm a freak show I and I feel like I'm going to snore, talk in my sleep, or twitch violently or something and that shit is embarrassing and B) Because I'm even more of a freak and I think someone is going to like dig through my shit when I'm sleeping. Thanks, Mom for making me a safety freak. Thanks, A lot.

Anywho, so I'm in the air and I'm thanking Jesus that I don't have a talker next to me. I have a window seat, but it doesn't matter much because this is what pretty much all of America looks like from Chicago to California:

(I almost feel guilty posting these pictures. Not because you'll be jealous of my trip or anything, but because they are so boring. But then again, I can probably come up with something witty to say about them. So here goes.)



Yup, one enorme crop circle. I literally took this one like a half hour later because I couldn't believe I'd been looking at the same boring shit for that long:



I then close the shade, buy a $5.00 sandwich because it's now like 1 p.m. cst and my stomach is eating itself, and I watch my stories for a while.

When we got closer to the West coast I opened the shade again. The scenery changed..and if at all possible, it became uglier:



I then read the entire New York Magazine I bought and it was a good pick. I mostly enjoyed the feature about the 50 reasons to love New York...even though I don't live there, it was a pretty cool idea and also a piece on the Wu-Tang Clan's new album which includes a guide to help you identify your favorite ruckus bringing mother f-ers. It's a hoot and definitely worth a gander.

My favorite fact about Method Man, besides the fact that he is the 'heart throb' of the clan:
he is "According to GZA, stoned on average “eighteen hours” a day."

So that was a good way to spend some time.

OH! Finally! We are here! Sunny...San Diego!

er...wait a minute! I forgot, the west coast is being hit with torrential rains! Just my luck!

Waaaa...Waaaa...welcome to San Diego.


Depressing.

That's about enough for now, isn't it? More at a later date.

I will now leave you with one of my favorite things about the T.V. strike:


Coney's beard.

Also, I plan on having an outlet to talk about wedding stuff, but I haven't created it yet. And no, it will not live on the knot.